#but I wanted to give it a shot anyways! I cannot pass up the chance to do this
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From @hexenjagd
It is a gentle gesture. With a turn of her wrist she cups his chin, cradling his head within her welcoming palm and holding him there. Her fingers fitted to the shape of his jaw perfectly as she delicately tilted his head her way.
A gentle urging for him to turn her way and face her. A beckoning.
"Come now, raise your head. Lift your gaze and meet mine." it was a command, gentle in intent-- uttered through a half whisper.
"I've rarely seen such success in many an era. You rose from nothing. Hardly able to stand or even give me your name, narrowly avoiding the embrace of death, from embers to flame. Look at you. You've come so far-- transformed. Whole and beautiful. Now, raise your head with pride. You have survived."
There’s little else to see. Nothing worth a look upon the grotto’s ridged arching walls, reverberating the whisper of rain outside past the faceless bushes. Still his gaze remains downcast, absorbed by earth-sunk stones. Every so often a stray glance dares peek through black strands to briefly settle upon some corner of her contours, reaffirming him with the glimpse of boots, of a hand or the ends of her ebony locks that she is indeed still beside him. But neither stare lasts, none dare remain, he simply cannot bring himself to fully look at her.
How many times has he thought back to the distant days spent inside that tent? Thought about all the things he could have told her if he could speak the way he can today. With a solid dominion over the language they shared, understanding him would have proven much simpler. Restlessly deterred by the suffocating hold of his ignorance, so much more could have been said had he been free of it from the start. When solitude struck low, he knows he wished he had more to remember her by. Wished that and more.
And yet, is this moment not weaved from the same thread of impossible opportunity? The same wishfulness as those dreams, the sort that visited him when exhaustion got the better of him. What is this silence then, Cayin? Has she returned, made her way back to you against all probability, so you could fall quiet beside her again?
This is your chance to say what you could not.
Her touch settles under his jaw, mindful, deliberate. It doesn’t bear the same warmth it once did, but then neither did her hand in those liar dreams. Scarred bearer of comforts, it still shapes a feeling of shelter truer than any walls, as does her velvety voice, first bringer of speech to his ears. At last she brings him to look upon her, truly and sincerely. So much more vivid than any product of the mind, yet perfumed in a strange bittersweetness. Perhaps because this isn't how he imagined it. Perhaps because his eyes do not lie, and they tell clearly that the two of them are changed, so very changed since then.
But where the proof of time roots him in this indecision he cannot explain, she responds in opposite: acknowledging it in a most celebratory manner, all in recognition towards him, towards what he is today in relation to what she knew him as. In this praise, in this short tale worthy of being preserved as an epigraph in a book, she welcomes him.
Success. When she puts it that way, it’s difficult to deny. Every need fulfilled has been followed by the search of the next, but to consider what has already been achieved is a pleasure of its own worth lingering in. She continues, calls him complete, calls him beautiful, names him survivor, like titles conferred by the sword that settles upon the head and shoulders of the newly knighted. Only he does not bow, as his head is called to rise. And rise it does, hesitantly, in spite of the knot tugging at his throat. Fists clench under their sleeves until the urge to shiver ceases, and they release, open hands rising to meet the one she placed under his chin.
“Not nothing.” He speaks in a quiet certainty. Claws grasp her fingers tenderly, delicately pulling her hand down and turning his wrists so his thumbs may rest on her palm. “I had you.”
#man... MAN...#this was going to be something short/relatively light but#there is so much weight behind this interaction. What she says here and the place of this conversation in their story#it's tremendous. I couldn't help it I had to describe it in more detail#so much so in fact that I was hesitant to write this because I'm still getting the hang of it again. This warrants some special writing#but I wanted to give it a shot anyways! I cannot pass up the chance to do this#You did beautiful work with your ask by the way. Absolutely lovely and it filled me with inspiration to continue it :]#the fact that Cayin has definitely thought back to everything he has learned... and lowkey wished she could see it#wondered what she would have said to him (when he thought her to be dead... which she kinda was but that's beside the point)#The way she acknowledges it here- going way beyond in the way she does it too! It means a lot to him and he hardly knows how to respond#he's learned to keep his composure much better#I could talk a lot about all of this but it's late over here! But you'll surely hear plenty more about it sooner or later ;y#hexenjagd#Elden Ring verse
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The Arbor and the Dragon: Chapter 2, Discovery
Aemond Targaryen x Redwyne fem reader
word count: 5.4k+
About: After the official betrothal, you learn more about Aemond with each passing day. You're unsure to be scared or excited with these discoveries, but he always leaves you wanting more.
Includes: Potential rumors, dragon riding, botched high valyrian, more allusions to possessiveness, gift giving, kissing, sexual tension (smut coming in the next chapter 🤭)
Note: Hello lovely reader! Please enjoy chapter two! As stated last time, to avoid the use of Y/N, your name is Emeline and you're implied to have brown eyes and freckles. Everything else is up to the reader!
read chapter 1 here
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“Do you really think my bitch of a half-sister and uncle will fight you fairly? No. They will find your weakness and use it against you. If you wish to lay there like a worm you'll get no pity from me,” Aemond sneered down at the trainee who'd got the wind knocked out of him, the younger man curled up and trying to regain his breath. “And that goes for all of you,” he continued, practice sword held out straight in front of him as he gestured to everyone with a turn of body. “Or there will be worms feeding on your corpse in the dirt.”
Whispers broke out among the trainees, heads making a variety of gestures as they talked low to one another. Aemond Targaryen wasn't the largest man around around, yet his skill outshone the biggest of them. Even toe to toe with Ser Criston Cole seemed to be of mediocre challenge. Perhaps that's what Ser Cole had wanted after all their years training together.
So, there's the prince I've heard about, you thought. You'd yet to see this side of him. Maybe you were spoiled in that regard: only seeing his softer side thus far, his private self. Seeing him like this made something stir low in your belly, pulse quickening in tandem as you observed his intensity.
“Pfft. Get a load of this guy. We're in the training grounds. Why did he have to humiliate him like that in front of everyone?” A man not much younger than Aemond said to his friend in earshot of you.
“He is your prince,” you retorted, expression shifting to that of disbelief. “And he is making a lesson out of someone's failure so you–” you jabbed the air in a point, “–and everyone else can learn from it.” Your own gaze rivaled the intensity of Aemond's, staring up at the younger man with eyes daring him to speak another word on it. At your side, your handmaid, Jane, held tight to your arm, her own attention shifting between the trio of you.
“My dear Lady Redwyne speaks the truth,” Aemond said with smug pride. “My sweet betrothed defending me against my own men,” he arched his brow high, eye keen on the other man. “Trainee. Your name is Will, yes? Come. Let's see if you can back up what you say when you think I cannot hear you.” He held the training sword loosely, he point of it in the dirt, while his other hand rested behind his back. When he saw the other man make no move to step into the circle, Aemond rolled his neck. “I will not ask a second time. If you are unwilling, then I will strike you anyway.”
Was he always like this? you thought. It can't simply be because I'm watching him today, right? Anticipation fluttered in your stomach.
“Apologies, my prince,” Will replied with a bow of head. “I meant no disrespect. Merely curious at your choice of action,” he added, a flush creeping into his face as he stepped into the circle. It widened.
“Now, get your stance right and make to knock me down,” he said, eye never leaving the other as he found his footing too. A quiet moment passed between them before the Will leapt and went to make a cheap shot of Aemond's blindside. Aemond quickly dodged and knocked the training sword out of his hand. He pointed it to the center of his chest. “Dead boy. My half-sister's armies will not give you another chance."
You didn't realize you were gripping onto Jane's arm. "Are you feeling okay Lady Redwyne?" She asked with concerned eyes, finally breaking your attention away from the prince.
A breath escaped your lungs and you nodded, loosening your hold on the poor dear. "Yes. Sorry. I didn't realize I was squeezing you. Aemond just makes me feel...," you paused, looking around like you might find the right word in the air. "Excited. You know? Alive. Tense. Nervous. Giddy," you added with bright eyes, tipping your head closer to hers so you two might share a giggle. "He makes me feel a lot of things I'm not quite used to feeling." You patted her arm, smiling, a glint of mischief on your face. "And I've yet to see that side of him," you added with a gesture to where he and twenty or so other men were gathered and training.
“No, I don't suppose he'd be sparring with you before kissing you in the gardens,” she said softly, playfully, rolling her yes.
In the training circle, Aemond won yet again, seemingly not going easy on any of them even if his own skill far surpassed their own. Another man, one of Will's friends by the look of it, winced, holding his arm with care. “Do you think you accepted his proposal too soon, my Lady? If you've yet to see this side of him I'm sure there's a hundred – no, a thousand – other sides you haven't seen either.” She clearly had other feelings about the prince, none so approving as your own.
“War is here, my dear. Whether we like it or not. And the prince? Well...,” you paused, gaze panning over to where he was finally sparring with someone closer to his skill level. Even from where you stood you could see sweat beading on his forehead, eye calculating. His lean body was agile as he dipped, dodged, and parried; white hair flowing and bouncing with his movements all the while. Why did this sight of him make you feel as if a hive of bees took home in your head? “It is what men do. They protect. If there's anything I've heard of him it's that he's a man of duty. Surely being prince means he has a long list of duties to honor. Strength has to be high on that list?”
She pulled you away, guiding you further out of earshot range before looking at you. “I can only imagine. By what I've heard, it's he who's always taken his birth duties more seriously than even his brother the king.” Her voice hushed, then, no more than a whisper. “While the king has drank, put bastards in the bellies of whores, and slept the days away... his little brother has studied, practiced, and mastered dragon riding.”
A breath held in your throat as she spoke. “You cannot speak of the king so freely with so many others around,” you half hissed, eyes wide in concern.
“Shh I know I know, that's why I moved away. But, my Lady?” she asked, eyes wide and much softer than yours.
“What is it?”
Her voice was somehow even lower now. “I've also heard your betrothed has taken so few whores – even regular ladies – that people wonder about him. No one knows if he enjoys... pleasures of the flesh.”
Had Aemond Targaryen put on a mask of flirting and sensuality, kissing you in the gardens with passion to blush your cheeks for hours afterward, for merely your father's fleet?
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Dinner that night was a small affair. Neither King Aegon nor prince Aemond were present, and you could only guess what type of duties would keep both of them away at the night's waning hour. Jane was there with you, as well as Helaena, and Alicent, and a few other ladies of the court. You hadn't yet spent much time with them, however, and you were still distracted by the conversation earlier with your handmaiden.
Once finished with the meal, you dismissed yourself and made your way to your bedchamber. Once inside, laying on the floor as if it were delivered beneath the crack of your door, was a folded letter. In a script you now recognized, it read,
“My Lady Redwyne,
I apologize for not dining with you tonight. Tomorrow morning, once you've broken your fast, meet me outside the Red Keep. Wear your warmest clothes. I've spoken with mother and have until noon free. I wish to spend it with you. My days are long without your company.
Sleep well,
Aemond”
Your stomach flipped while reading his hand. Part of you was excited – beyond excited at the prospect – while the other half of you held reserve. You wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with eagerness for dawn in your belly, yet you couldn't shake the idea of him continuing the betrothal for your father's fleet. Placing the letter atop the spare table, you undressed to don your nightgown. Luckily sleep came easy, and despite your warring haunches, you dreamt of Aemond, your home, and wading in the sea.
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“Good morning, my prince, how were you able to get out of your duties for the entire morning?” You asked him as soon as you found him waiting where he said he would be. His own attire appeared heavier than normal, complete with a long jacket and gloves tucked into a pocket. How he could always appear dashing was beyond you.
“And to you as well, my lovely lady,” he said in a voice that sounded like it'd just woken up. “I agreed to visit the sept tonight, and double my prayers for the opportunity to spend the morning with you.”
You'd never been particularly religious and the idea of him trading time around like that made an odd combination of giddiness and guilt wash over you. “Perhaps I could join you in prayer one of these nights. Or mornings. Whichever you prefer, my prince.”
A glint sparked behind his eye, the lilac of it bight with the early golden sun. “I'd like that,” he replied, reaching for your hand as he stepped into you, fingers lacing between your own. “My Lady, we are to be wed soon. Please, say my name and drop the formalities while we're together.”
Giddiness wholly washed over guilt, and in that moment you completely forgot the wariness of him you'd been carrying since yesterday. “That we are...,” you started, looking down to where your hands connected. His was so much bigger than yours; long fingers, skin rough with callous, a faint dusting of pale hair visible only in the light. "May I kiss the top like you have mine?" You asked before you could stop yourself, heart fluttering.
Was that the creep of a blush in Aemond's face? A small sound came from his throat and for a moment you thought he might pull away. But, he tilted his head down at you, eye lingering over you, before giving a half nod. "Yes."
You brought your joined grasp up, and beneath the security of your lashes you peered to the skin of your target. Slowly, your mouth pressed in a kiss. Soft. You looked up at him with a brief smile before lowering your hands to where they were before. "Why did you ask me to wear warm clothes?"
The pink splotches in his face slowly faded, and the intensity of his regard had you shifting your feet where you stood. "I want you to meet Vhagar. You have sea legs, of that I have no doubt. But how are you in the sky?" Mischief sparked in his eye at your reaction.
"Vhagar? You want me to fly with you?" Nerves prickled your skin.
"I do. She's the largest and oldest dragon in the world. And more than that... she's my friend. The best of a friend, really. The only one I've had. She's very important to me and since we are to marry I want you two to also have a kinship." His voice was low as of he were sharing a secret with you; something private that, perhaps, he never shared with another person.
"I- uhm... well... she won't-," you paused, bashful and scared, "-she won't bite me?" You asked, wincing.
Aemond actually smiled, and for a moment even the stark contrast of his eyepatch softened. "No. She won't."
What in the Seven hells were you getting into? "And you won't let me fall!?"
Smirking, he instantly pulled you to him so your back was pressed fully to his front, his arms wrapped securely around you. "Never. Do you think so little of me?" He asked, dipping his head low to press a single, hot kiss to the line of your jaw.
You squealed with a little laugh, goosebumps immediately answering his kiss. "Consider this my first test of trustworthiness!" His hold loosened around you; you never wanted him to let go.
A little while later, Aemond had you on the beach approaching Vhagar. The old girl was sleeping, curled up and as comfortable as something so large could be. You thought she was massive before, but now? Seeing her so close? She was immense. Bigger than any single thing you've seen in your life. You weren't even sure what to compare her to. A castle? A mountain? Something between, surely. "How many people have you introduced to her?" You asked, voice shaking.
"Like this? None," the hand at the small of your back eased its pressure. "She's known many people, however. I'm her third rider. She's no stranger to friendliness to those her rider trusts."
Your feet rooted into the sand as Aemond walked up to the now stirring dragon. You marveled at her from afar, stunned in enchantment and terror. From where you waited you watched Aemond run his hands over her, letting her know he was there. "Rytsas Vhagar. Ivestragī īlva sōvegon? Nyke emagon syt ao naejot rhaenagon tubī. īlon issi naejot dīnagon aderī. Sagon sȳz, kessa?" Hello Vhagar. Let us fly? I have someone for you to meet today. We are to marry soon. Be good, yes? He spoke in a language you didn't recognize. "Come, my Lady. She's ready. I'm sure you know your way around a saddle?" He gestured to you, speaking in the common tongue now.
The she dragon lifted her enormous head and regarded you with clever eyes. The breath coming from her was warm. She yawned massively, exposing her teeth that were surely as long as swords. You hadn't realized you were trembling until Aemond's hands rubbed up and down your arms. "What did you say to her? Will she understand me?"
Aemond nodded.
With a deep breath you extended an arm in front of you, stepping slowly to the dragon. "H-hello," you stuttered, trying to look her in the eye. "My name is Emeline and I'm from the Arbor. Have you ever been there?" You hadn't a clue if she could hear you for you had no idea where her ears were; nor was your voice terribly loud. Yet, still, she made a string of noises, not so unlike a bird. A very, very large bird.
"She has," Aemond replied, as if he understood those noises. You didn't question him.
"You are lovely, Vhagar. You must have seen the Arbor before I was born. I'd undoubtedly remember seeing you," you smiled, easing ever so slightly. She made another couple of noises. "I am to marry Aemond. I'm happy to meet you." Dragons were entirely unknown to you, but you could have sworn her eyes softened – if that were somehow possible.
Aemond led you around to her side, and as you did so the she-dragon lifted further off the beach making sand cascade off her form. "Here. The ropes are sturdy. I'll climb up behind you in case you stumble or need a push," he said with the faintest twinkle of amusement. You gulped but said nothing, grabbing hold of the rope and making your way up the makeshift latter. Your betrothed, in all his courtly gentlemanliness, tried his very best to not stare up at your legs and backside as you ascended. He failed. Miserably.
"Will I sit in front or behind you, my pri-, uhm, I mean, Aemond?" You called behind, watching as he crested over the swell of Vhagar's side. His cheeks were reddened and you wondered why. Surely he's made this climb a million times before! "Are you okay?"
He cleared his throat and momentarily avoided eye contact. "Yes. Just feeling excited. I've never done this before," he said almost sheepishly – the tone a stark difference from anything you've heard from him so far. "You can sit in the front. I can hold the reins and keep you secure in front of me," he gained confidence by the second, the heat leaving his face.
It took a few minutes and clumsy movements to get situated, and when you did a thrill danced up and down your spine. You were going to ride a dragon. With Aemond Targaryen. You bodies were pressed so firmly together you could have sworn you felt the thud of his heart against your back; or perhaps it was merely your own pulse roaring through your veins. Regardless, this was the closest you two had ever been. His arms pressed along your sides as he grabbed the reins. You'd never been so disappointed to see gloves before. An unknown corner of your mind longed to see his bare hands controlling the ropes.
“Aemond! The suspense is killing me! I’m ready. I think. Yes, I’m ready!” you half shrieked, closing one eye as your body tensed in anticipation. You held onto the saddle with all your grip strength, calves tightening in tandem.
Behind, you couldn’t see the prince’s smile, but you heard it when he said, “Sōvegon, Vhagar.” fly And with that, the great dragon lurched forward, sand glittering off her form like golden coins as she spread her wings and kicked off the beach with enough might to shake the ground beneath.
Screams and laughs poured from your mouth, glee unrestricted as you flew with your soon to be husband upon the only true friend he’d known. Time lost meaning.
The sun was high in the center of a blue sky before Aemond landed Vhagar. He helped you dismount. "Let's get you back to the Red Keep. Surely your throat is dry from all the screaming," he jested, mood light and playful in the aftermath.
"Thirsty and hungry," you corrected.
The carriage ride back, while relatively uneventful, sparked with a different kind of energy than all the other times you and Aemond were alone together. A sort of tension that made the low muscles in your belly tighten. You knew this feeling and wanted to drape across his lap and kiss him silly, yet you behaved and remained to yourself. Such things were unfitting for a young woman who was to be wed, even if the actions of desire were with her betrothed, and you tried so hard to focus on anything but the beautiful man across from you. Much to your dismay, his eye hardly left yours or your form.
"Here we are, my Lady. I'll walk you inside but then I must be off again," he said, offering his arm.
A sigh left your lips. "I understand. But, Aemond?" His name rolled off your tongue in the softest of a question, your body effortlessly leaning into him as you finished the walk to the Red Keep. "I'm counting down the days until we are married. I wish for nothing more than to share a bed, and a room, with you."
Something about his eye – no, his entire face – darkened, fingers grasping around you with an unmistakable restrain of yearning. Before he could say anything in return, however, an unknown voice sounded from behind you.
"Prince Aemond! Smart smart man. I can see why you chose Lady Redwyne over all the other maidens you turned down. The Arbor really does produce the biggest, juiciest peaches, don't they?"
Aemond's entire body flexed.
Your stomach dropped.
The offending man, while perhaps not realizing what he'd done – just one man talking to another, right? – shamelessly and approvingly eyed over your backside, tongue in cheek. If this'd been King Aegon he likely would have gotten away with it. But Aemond? No. No, not the prince.
Before anything could be done or said against it, Aemond pivoted, fist clenched, and drove it right into the center of the other's face. A nasty crunch cracked under the punch, and the other's hands immediately flew to his face at the impact. Blood gushed from his nose. "Seven hells!"
Aemond kicked the man's feet out from beneath him and sent him landing with a heavy thud, still stunned from his broken nose. Aemond's foot stepped over his throat, increasing the stun. "I suppose you think you're terribly funny. I don't know who you think you are, peasant, and if I hear you say another word about my betrothed, you'll no longer have a tongue. Understand?" He stepped harder on his throat with the question, blood darkening the black of his leather boot.
He nodded, a second away from choking on blood and saliva alike.
You, too, were stunned. You stood there, shielding your gaping mouth, frozen and silent.
"Apologize. Do you think she'd find a lowborn swine like yourself appealing? Pathetic." Aemond tilted his head, waiting for an answer.
The broken nosed man shook his head and waved in surrender, knowing that'd get the boot off his throat. "'M s-sorry, my prince, Lady," he croaked, before bursting into a coughing fit. Bystanders were paying attention by now, and none of them dared step in the way.
Aemond chuffed through his nose. "Come, princess," he said your name, turning to look at you. "There's nothing more to see here." He walked to you, clean hand splaying over your lower back, and didn't bother to give the man on the ground any more attention. Let him bleed and have a crooked nose, Aemond thought.
The rest of the day went by uneventfully compared to your natural high and adrenaline rush. As sleep crept into your body, you heard the sickening crack of that man's nose over and over again. And while the sound made you cringe, the image of blood splattered across Aemond's knuckles did something to you and you weren't sure why. Never before had something akin made your core ache. Was it the violence that excited you? The protection? Or merely the fact of it being the prince with his pale, lovely skin marked red with someone else's blood?
You slept peacefully all night.
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The following morning, Aemond managed to talk his mother into letting the two of you eat breakfast alone in the gardens. The air was light and crisp, sun shining with a promise of warmth as fog slowly lifted from all of King's Landing.
"How is your hand this morning?" You asked, realizing he had a small cut over the index knuckle.
He flexed it, eyeing it briefly before replying, "fine. Nothing but a tiny scratch."
You wanted to say something, anything, about all those feelings you had last night as you drifted off to sleep. But for the life of you, nothing coherent formed on your tongue. And, try as you might, it didn't go unnoticed.
"Is something the matter?" Aemond asked with a genuineness that struck your heart. Without doubt, he was a coin with the option of either heads or tails and a little gray area between. As your stay prolonged, each day you saw something new in him. You wondered if he was a dice, too – six sides. Perhaps even a dice with more sides than that. So far he'd shown you nothing but kindness. And yet, more colors bloomed to his surface; watercolors spilling into each other, into an increasingly defined portrait of the young Targaryen prince.
"No, my prince," you replied after a moment, lashes unintentionally fluttering.
"Do not lie to me, princess," he answered evenly, fingers drumming atop the table as he looked across at you. Studying.
Beneath the table you crossed your legs. You bit over your bottom lip and even scratched your nose – you couldn't help it! "Okay," you groaned. "Okay. I, uhm... well, I feel a bit silly. I think you think it might be. So, I'm... torn."
That answer sent a single brow arching. "Surely I can be the judge of my reaction to whatever you deem silly."
You sighed, seemingly collecting yourself. "When I was gathering my things at home for the journey here, I contemplated bringing you a gift. At the last minute I grabbed it and have been holding onto it since. We hadn't met, of course, so I wasn't sure if it'd be something you liked. But after yesterday?" You trailed off for a moment, smiling at him across the table. "Even though part of me still thinks it's silly... the other part thinks you'll like it."
A smile graced his lips and you wanted desperately to kiss it. “Did you bring it with you this morning?”
You nodded.
“Well, let's see it.”
With a breath deep enough to swell your chest, you bent down and grabbed a small pack. Opening its flap you retrieved a medium sized square covered in black cloth. You stared at the wrapped gift for another moment before offering it to Aemond, smiling shyly as he took it. You sat on the edge of your seat. Both hands folded beneath your chin, and your dark eyes sparkled with wonder as you watched him open it.
Aemond peeled the cloth back with care. Once uncovered it revealed a glass shadow box containing, perhaps, the last thing he expected to see. A bat. A perfect, brown and black, tiny bat. The little creature was taxidermized in a forever flight, the preservation of it so skillful the thin veins in its wings were still on perfect display, as well as it's fur and tiny teeth. Pristine. “I've never seen anything like this,” he finally said, finally meeting your gaze. “Where ever did you find such a thing?”
He didn't hate it. Your hands fell into your lap and balled into fists lest they begin trembling from excitement. “It's not a dragon. And I fear it's much less exciting than one. But, I've always loved bats. Such misunderstood creatures,” you trailed off, turning your head so you too could see the glass box in his hands. “I'm not sure what happened to this little one, but when I stumbled across it it was so still and perfect I thought it might be sleeping. Alas, it wasn't, and something about it made me want to keep it. So, I had it preserved.”
Wonderment brightened his features in the morning's soft golden air. “It is your own kind of dragon, hm? A whelpling from the Arbor. It has fur instead of scales. But it has teeth and claws and fierce little eyes. Thank you, my darling. I love this.”
You clapped. Actually clapped. “Oh I'm so glad! You truly don't think it silly?” When he shook his head in answer your smile widened even further. “Oh, Aemond,” you sighed blissfully. “Now I can eat peacefully without fretting about your reaction.” You served yourself a helping or two of the breakfast spread, elated.
“Can you tell me about them? I admit I have little to no knowledge of bats or their purpose aside from getting tangled in innocent's hair,” he smirked, playful, as he too dished up.
While sharing a private meal in a secluded clove of the gardens, you told the young prince all he wanted to know about bats. Your home was known for wine from reds, to whites, to golds. And, as such, it required a lot of grapes. The entire bug population was of the utmost importance. There were a dozen or so breeds of bees you knew off the top of your head which made pollination fruitful, including the honey bee. There were perhaps half as many species of butterflies which also helped the pollination process. Birds, too, of course, for seeding. Yet, perhaps at the top of the list for pollinators? Bats. That shocked Aemond. He hadn't known bats were part of that ecosystem and was keen to learn more. You were happy to explain it to him and he listened, fascinated.
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As was the duty of the prince, he was summoned elsewhere and you had the rest of the day to yourself. It wasn't quite lonely, but there was a certain level of yearning and melancholy to your aura where ever you went. If you'd had it your way, you and Aemond would already be wed. Surely his princely duties could wait so he could spend time with his lady wife, right? You wanted to be his sweet little wife and have all the private time you could manage.
Jane kept you company as she always did – your handmaiden being one of your very best friends – and she too was thrilled that your gift was received with interest and fascination.
That night, soon after she left you alone for bed, there was a soft knock at your door. For a moment you thought your ears merely played a trick on you, and that's when a second knock sounded. Who could be here at this hour? Padding barefoot across the cool stone floor, you put your ear to the door and asked, “who is it?”
“My Lady Redwyne, prince Aemond is here for you,” Louis answered. “Do you want to receive him, or is the hour too late?” You opened the door and hugged a thin overcoat tighter to you as chilled air crept into your fire warmed room. “I'm afraid you two cannot be alone in a room together, as per Alicent and your father's request, but I can move down the hall a bit as to not eavesdrop terribly,” he bowed politely, glancing over his shoulder to the prince before walking down the hall ten or fifteen feet.
You nodded. “Thank you, Louis,” you said after him. Turning your attention to Aemond, now, you peered at him questioningly. “What are you doing here so late?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.
He still wore the same attire he had this morning, and there was a different glint in his eye. Something you'd yet to witness. The lovely hue of his iris shrunk as he stepped into you, stroking the backs of his fingers down your arm before settling at the curve of your waist. You were only in your nightgown; thin overcoat thrown on hastily to answer the door. “I wanted to see you one more time before retiring to my own quarters. Part of me wants to apologize for catching you in only your sleep wear, but...,” he paused, voice lower than your own had been, his single eye slowly looking over you with obvious approval. “I'm really not sorry.”
His voice shot right down your spine and his grip tightened, just slight, on your waist. Bees buzzed in your head. “Well, yes, Aemond. It's late. Surely you know ladies relax before sleep.” You tried to keep your voice steady, your eyes on his face and not elsewhere along his very close, lean body. He smelled good.
“I'm not shaming,” he answered, free hand lifting to touch under your jaw. “Merely surprised.” He carefully pulled you into him, the softness of your front brushing against the firm front of him with tantalizing sensuality. With a crook of his fingers he angled your mouth up to him and he bent to meet it, soft lips eliciting the smallest gasp from your throat.
You returned his kiss. Fire blazed through your entire center.
“We cannot be alone here. I wish to take you on another ride soon. What do you think about that?” Pulling back from you, then, he delicately pushed the pad of his thumb against the swell of your bottom lip.
With that tone, and closeness, and glint in his eye, he could have asked anything of you and you would have agreed. You nodded, eyes soft and bright – eager – pressing the smallest kiss to his thumb. “Yes, please,” you breathed, immediately caught under his spell.
“Good,” he kissed you again. This time it lingered. This time he gently cupped your face. This time, you were bold enough to press the flats of your palms against his chest. A quiet inward hiss sounded from him and he pulled back, looking down at you with barely restrained intensity. “Good night, princess. I hope to see you on the morrow.”
Truthfully, he could have stayed there with you all night and he still would have left too soon. You watched as he walked away, transfixed on every detail of him until he fully disappeared into the darkness.
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nyangnyang | myg
pairing(s): yoongi x reader
summary: You, Min Yoongi's wife, adopt a cat without telling your husband. Nyan.
warnings: nothing really, just a casual mention of sucking dick; wholesome suga-sweet domestic fluff ew what came over me, sheesh
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“What is that?”
You didn’t even look up from your chopping. “That is a cat, Yoongi. I’m sure you’ve seen one.”
“Nyan.”
“Yes, but why is it in our home?”
“Nyan.”
You paused, wondering if that was too many green onions. Too little, you decided, and continued cutting some more. “I brought her here.” Yes, with the eggs, and possibly some ham. Add rice and it would be excellent. Should you add some spice? You didn’t want to ruin the colors though. Colorful food was nutritional food, after all. Perhaps a spicy sauce on the side.
“Nyan.”
“Her?”
“Well, of course, I took her to the vet first before we came home.”
“Wife.”
“Nyan.”
This was new. Two voices calling for your attention instead of one. Both with relatively the same tone. Not urgent, but not pleased with your partial attention either. You cracked three eggs and set the shells aside so you could rinse them later and put them in the compost. “Hm?” Best have a fourth. Yoongi needed to eat more.
“You cannot just bring home an animal.”
You looked up, finally.
Black wavy hair framing dark brows, pointed eyes, and the ghost of a frown on the incredibly handsome face of Min Yoongi. Hands in his pockets, wearing a loose white t-shirt that hung off his tall but slender frame and flowy black pants that dragged on the clean white-tile floor, covering most of his feet. Beside him, a medium-sized, very fluffy white cat sat patiently, bushy tail thumping against the ground.
Both curiously and deceitfully youthful faces.
You looked from the cat to your husband. Picked up the chopsticks and casually began beating the eggs, responding very calmly.
“Why not? I brought you home.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Anyway,” Yoongi suddenly said after the mute appreciation for you taking the chance that he had walked right into but also simultaneously refusing to acknowledge it to give you that particular satisfaction. His calm, borderline bored tone still hadn’t changed. “I thought we were going to pick out a cat together?”
“We were,” you continued, fluffing up the eggs lightly as you turned on the gas stove. “However, I passed by the pet store and she was looking at me in the same way you look at me, so I was convinced to stop by and at least have a look.” Too easy, some might call you, and you would respond with, no, intuition. You hovered your hand above the pan and hummed. Not quite hot enough. You reached over to the sink and dipped your fingertip under the water for a millisecond, flicking the droplet onto the pan. Ah, see, no sound yet. “She’s about a year old, and the worker said no one was adopting her because everyone wanted kittens. You said you always wanted a white cat, and I always wanted a cat in general. I think she’s a perfect fit. Very lazy. Sleeps a lot.”
The water droplet popped and you added the lightest dallop of oil, spreading it out with a twist of your other wrist that was holding the pan handle.
“Nyan.”
The cat seemed to agree.
“She seems rather noisy.”
“She’s noisy because her father is supposed to name her.”
You snuck a glance and Yoongi’s eyebrows had shot up.
“F… Father?” He stared down at the cat. As if on cue, the furry feline looked up curiously, bright blue eyes to dark brown.
“She is our child now.”
“Nyan.” The cat agreed for sure this time.
You added the eggs and tilted the pan letting them spread out as the oil simmered. Waited for the eggs to cook slightly so they held their shape, and then sprinkled the diced ham and green onions in, sneaking a glance at Yoongi, who was now crouched down to view the white cat at a more reasonable level. You folded the eggs lightly and kept them from browning, earning a pale-yellow color with an airy texture. A little white pepper. No need to add salt – the ham and fresh onions would provide the additional flavor.
You saw Yoongi hold out his hand.
The cat sniffed it.
Then rubbed her face against his knuckle.
You spied Yoongi's smile as you took the eggs off the heat and herded them into the glass container for his lunch tomorrow. You set a little aside for your own. Now, rice and the sauce. Maybe a side dish? The pickled radishes and kimchi, perhaps.
“Nyangnyang.”
You nearly dropped the pan. Wasn’t he going to name the white cat Sugar? At least, he said that when you were discussing it ages ago. Although, Nyangnyang was very cute, considering how vocal the cat seemed to be around her dad. Probably because she knew he was the more lenient parent. Clever girl.
“Murr,” was the cat’s reply, rubbing away with a loud purr.
“Heh, you’re noisy, aren’t you?”
“She’s still young,” you chuckled, rinsing off the pan. “One year old is barely an adult for cats.”
“Just like us, eh?”
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“Yoongi.”
“Yes?”
You looked up, straining your neck. “This cat tree is nearly two meters.”
“Nyangnyang loves it already. Look, she’s getting ready to nap.”
The white fluff was willingly settling on the top floor of her new princess tower.
“Where are we going to put it?”
“I thought you had been watching interior decorating on YouTube? I’m sure you can figure it out.”
“What about one for our bedroom?” you asked, reaching up so Nyangnyang could lean over the carpeted edge and pepper your fingertips with nose kisses. It was a habit of hers that you had learned these past few weeks. That and her endless obsession with fresh laundry. Especially your husband’s clean underwear. She loved to roll on them and get her white fur all over the black.
You would call her a nuisance but someone this cute couldn’t be a nuisance.
Yoongi placed his hand on your head and messed with your hair.
“Nah, she likes sleeping with you more. That’s a waste of money.”
“She takes up the whole bed.”
“Ah, that’s how kids are, I guess.”
Nyangnyang purred.
“Weird, she’s not saying much when you’re petting her.”
The cat turned her head and looked straight at Yoongi, striking blue with an indifferent expression.
“Nyan.”
“She knows she can get something good if she keeps yelling at you.”
“Nyan.”
“Hah… Come down then. I’ll get a treat.”
Instantly, Nyangnyang popped up and limbered down the humongous cat tree the second she saw Yoongi turn and head to the kitchen.
“You’re too easy.”
“She deserves a treat for letting me know my purchase was worth it.”
You would have said she needed time to adjust. You listened to Nyangnyang’s insistent meows and Yoongi opened the cabinet and selected some freeze-dried chicken. He looked annoyed as he fished out a few pieces – too many, you thought fondly – and shushed her lightly as he placed them in his palm so Nyangnyang could eat out of his hand.
The next seconds were silent except for the pleased satisfaction of chomping down some treats.
Yoongi looked up, sensing you watching him.
“What?”
“I thought you said those were too expensive?”
He frowned, looking at the package as if he had just seen them. “She likes them.”
“She likes any treat.”
“She should eat healthy ones.”
Mhm. “I guess we’re cat people now,” you commented as Yoongi frowned at the furry peanut gallery and shook out one last treat for said peanut gallery.
“We were always cat people. That’s why we got married.”
You both liked to say you got married for any other reason other than I love you, which was the actual reason. There was no reason not to have some fun before you die, after all. “I thought it was because you got mad when you see me, and even madder when you don’t.”
“Either way I’m suffering,” Yoongi agreed. “Might as well get my dick sucked.”
You laughed as Nyangnyang trotted past, satisfied with the number of treats.
“Speaking of, my evening could use some dick sucking.”
Yoongi cocked an eyebrow, trying to hide his smirk. “You’re in luck.”
“Not in front of the child.”
“She’s on top of her princess tower; she won’t be looking.”
That was how you knew Yoongi was your match. He called the massive cat tree a princess tower even though you hadn’t mentioned thinking it. Some called that telepathy. You would call it perfection.
“I thought about calling it a princess tree just now.”
“And that’s why I’m your husband. Now stop sticking out that tongue and use it on me.”
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Adonis FS2- Let my voice reach for you Chapter One
It’ll take me time to come up with an answer… I’m sorry Anzu, you even made time for me and I left you hanging.
Cast: Adonis, Souma
Author: Suika
Season: Winter
Location: Class 3-B
Proofed by: ketsuinoyaiba
Adonis: Kanzaki, if I’m not mistaken, isn’t this what they call the “boar-deer-butterfly” combo?
Souma: Aah, Adonis-dono, it seems you’ve bested me once and for all. To turn the tides in your favour, why, only someone as wonderful as you could pull something like that off.
Adonis: It’s not like that, I didn’t think I’d get a pull so good.
And anyways, Kanzaki, weren’t you just one card off from victory? You were going for the “three light combo,” right?
Souma: As always, right you are! Fufu, Adonis-dono, looks like you’ve completely memorised all the “rules” in Hanafuda, that makes me happy—completely, wholly, happy ♪.
Adonis: In Kanzaki’s words, “isn’t it best to memorise the pictures?” So, I took your advice, and it’s the reason I managed to recall the “boar-deer-butterfly” combo in the first place.
Souma: Hmm? In the blink of an eye, Adonis-dono, your technique improved so much so that you beat me just like that. I am glad that I had the chance to teach you.
In any case, I am just as happy to be able to play Hanafuda with my friend. Thank you for learning how to play; I truly appreciate it.
Adonis: I should be the one saying thank you.
Kanzaki, you taught me tirelessly, with patience, never once failing in your perseverance. Even when I couldn’t even manage to remember the basics, you never once gave up on me. That’s the only reason I am able to play Hanafuda like this now.
It wasn’t just my own ability that got me this win. I was only able to win because you were there, Kanzaki. So this is all to say… This is a victory for both me and you, a victory for the both of us.
Souma: So, it is our victory, together? What was that word in English again… Oh right, you could call it a “win-win” situation?!
Adonis: Yes. We are a win-win.
Souma: Fufu, Adonis-dono, you think the same too, hm ♪.
Adonis: So how about we—if it’s ok with you—we have another round?
Souma: Of course!—Is what I want to say, but I cannot in good conscience say that, for I am a little worried for Anzu-dono.
Did she not wish to discuss your “feature live” today, Adonis-dono?
Adonis: She asked me to talk to her after school today, but she seems really busy. I can’t even go talk to her now because I don’t know where she is. I’m frustrated.
I hope she hasn’t gotten herself caught in trouble, but just to be sure… Let’s contact her on “HoldHands.”
Souma: I do not think it necessary, Adonis-dono. Speak of the devil and she doth appear.
Adonis: Hmm? Anzu? It’s no worries, I don’t mind waiting, Kanzaki and I were playing Hanafuda together, see?
Souma: It’s true, you do not have to apologise, Anzu-dono. Being able to talk to Adonis-dono was a fun way to pass the time.
Adonis: So don’t worry about us, because it seems like you need to worry about yourself. Take a deep breath in, let’s get you relaxed first.
You okay now? Hmm? You really want to talk to me about my “feature live,” huh? Alright, if you say so.
This is… Oh, it’s those pictures we took for the pamphlet the other day. I guess we should check it over.
Souma: Oh? Could I see too?
I’m unsure if I could be of any use, but if it is for the sake of Adonis-dono’s “feature live,” I wish to give you all the assistance you may need.
There seems to be a lot of options… This one, you’re practising with “Andeddo?” Oh! And this one, it's you running for the track and field club.
Adonis: This one was taken backstage at a live house event.
I was taken aback when Hakaze-senpai suddenly pointed a camera at my face.
I didn’t really understand what an “off-shot” was supposed to be, so I’m grateful to Oogami and my seniors in UNDEAD for their help. And, of course, I’m grateful to you too, Anzu.
Could these pictures be used?
No problems? That’s good to hear.
It seems our problem is that we have too many good photos that we cannot decide on the ones we should end up using…
…Hmph.. This is hard.
When you say “off-shot,” doesn’t that imply what an idol does when they’re not busy dancing or singing on stage? I feel like all these photos match that vibe.
All these photos are taken in good quality too… I can’t decide which one to use at all.
Hmm…? So you’re saying I should just choose a concept for the pamphlet and that’ll help me narrow down which photos to use?
What do I want the pamphlet to look like in the end, anyway? …Another tough question.
Singing and dancing is all good, but this pamphlet stuff is all new to me.
It’ll take me time to come up with an answer… I’m sorry Anzu, you even made time for me and I left you hanging.
So, let’s talk a bit more. The more you get to know me, the clearer the concept may become.
Please do not hesitate. I would rather you say things bluntly than sugarcoat them.
…But is it enough to just talk?
I do think these pictures are all good…
But the fact I cannot decide on which photos I wish to use on my own pamphlet, means that I would have to take more photos, doesn’t it?
Souma: When you decide on what type of “pamphlet” you desire to create, you can choose which photos you can use to fit the theme. However, I do understand your worry.
Adonis: Aah, but I’ve run out of ideas for what other pictures I could take for my “off shot.” I wish I had better ideas…
Souma: Well, if that’s the case… How about we invite Anzu-dono to go to the beach?
Adonis: Is that it? It’s true I haven’t taken any photos by the ocean yet… So perhaps I’ll be able to get a different type of feel compared to my other photos.
Hmm…? Anzu, are you asking if me and Kanzaki already made plans to go to the beach tomorrow?
Actually, we did. Kanzaki and I were going to take a walk down the beach area that’s behind our school during our lunch break.
Souma: Every so often, I go to the beach to check up on the area so I can give Shinkai-dono a report.
In truth, I was initially going to go with Sengoku, but he had work to do, and thus I was thinking about postponing my trip.
Adonis-dono overheard my situation and offered to give me company instead ♪.
Adonis: I also enjoy the sea, and with Kanzaki by my side, I was bound to learn something new out of the experience.
So, if you don't mind, would you like to join us?
Alright, then meet us at lunch time tomorrow.
Souma: Things got a lot more exciting, didn’t they? We’ll see you tomorrow, Anzu-dono.
Chapter Two
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Demon King or Neil
Summary: Neil and Damao are playing video games until Damao loses by a second and chaos erups
Warnings: Tickles
Characters: Lee!Neil, Ler!Damao
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Damao and Neil were alone at home.. well more or less at least. Ira was upstairs, chilling in his room, probably sleeping.
When the young demon had asked Damao if he wanted to play video games, the werewolf thought of it as a challenge and almost immediately agreed to it.
And now they were sat in the common room, both incredibly focused on their little mario cart race, well one more then the other as Neils tail swished back and forth in Damaos sides from time to time. "I wont let you win Neil!" Damao grinned as he had the first place on their thrid and last round. The male felt Neils tail swish a little faster making him look at the little demon, seeing a smug smile "We'll see about that!" he exclaimed just the second before the screen showed the blue shell and hit Damao just a few meters in front of the finish line.
"No... come on!" he murmured and saw Neil pass him and finsih the race. "YES!" he exclaimed happily and moved to lay-sit on the cough "Hehehe sorry" Neil giggled at the pout Damao was wearing- "do you find this funny?!" the werewolf asked and raised a questioning eyebrow- his lips tuning upwards ever so slightly. - it was, it was incredibly funny, the little pout the muscular man had worn was totally out of character!
Neil smiled at him, giggles making it past his lips as he wasn't completely sure what the other was planning- still he felt brave enough "mahaybe!"- Ira would save him if that wouldn't be the case anyways- right?
Damao wasn't sure what he was expecting but a 'maybe' was definetely not it. He grinned, time to mess with him. "Y'know Neil, I think the demon king is in control" he sighed mockingly, making Neil raise an eyebrow, curious to where this will lead.
"our Neil would never do such mean thing as taking the first place right from our grasps, especially not with such a curel method!" Damao continued, speaking in a different manner then he usually would to keep things playful.
"But I just di-" "I'm going to bring Neil back to us and I already know how." Damao grinned playfully at the nervous smile on Neil's face.
what was that werewolf up to..? just a few weeks ago he was trying to avoid Neil at all costs! No that doesnt matter now- Neil would take this rare chance to bond with his roommate! The demon sat himself towards the other and put the controller away "And how..?" he asked and tilted his head- Damao punced seeing the smaller's eyes widen in shock and a small yelp escaped as he was wrestled down.
"Give in Demon King! You cannot avoid faith!" Damao exclaimed and quickly went through Neils defenses and squeezed right above the spot between his ribs and armpits. "HEhEHEY!" Neil protests with a jump, taken completely off guard.
Damao chuckled at the response and trapped Neils one hand next to his head onto the couch. "Hehe you can't escape me Demon King! I will save our Neil and bring him back!" "BUhuhUt IHI'M RiHIHihight hEHehere!" Neil shot at him, trying to glare without luck though as a soft blush dusted his cheeks.
"No way! hmmm.. maybe I'm doing this wrong.. let's try.. HERE!" he announced and let both his hands about to vibrate Neils waist earning a shriek and kicking legs "NAHA! DAHAMAHAO! HOHOLD OHON!" the demon cackled and held onto Damao's wrists.
Damao heard a door open above them- that Ira heard them.. oh well he had a Demon King to defeat!
Neils thoughts were racing, his blush growing as he noticed more and more how much he didn't mind this at all- still he was not the Demon King! He was resting inside hime yes but he was not in control!
Ira let out a chuckle and made himself known to the two "IHIHIRA HEHELP!" Neil squealed out but didn't look into the vampires direction as he tried to somehow lessen the maddening feeling. The vampire and Werewolf locked eyes for a second. Damao switched to skribbling over Neils ribs and Ira sighed while e shrugged "Not sure what he did but don't take it too far." he warned and kept walking over to the fridge.
Damao chuckled and looked at Neil who had calmed down quite a bit- still giggling uo a storm though. "You're lucky Lily doesn't know about this~" he teased, seeing Neil flush in a crimson red all the way up to his ears. "Dohon't tehell heheher!" Ira chuckled from the kitched "SHE ALREADY KNOWS!" he yelled out making Neil whine between his bubbly giggles that earned in pitch at the comment.
Damao chuckled and let up for a second. "If you're Neil and not the Demon King, I'm pretty sure you know where Lynn and Lily went." Neil huffed a chuckle "They're out for easter shopping" Damao hummed "and?" he asked with a sly grin. "and..?" Neil echoed "yeah there's another reason they're outside today." Damao told him- not leaving Neil any room to think before going back to tickling him.
"IHI wahas RIHIght thOHOugh! NohOHOhot TheHE tuHUHum- DAHAmahao!" The taller of the two clicked his tongue "That could've been a lucky guess, Easter is soon after all." he sighed but the playful smile never vanished from his features.
Ira hummed as he nibbled on his bloodsicle "if I were you Neil, I would try and fight back. Oh well, laters!" the vampire called and disappeared back to the upstairs.
Niel huffed through his giggles- how dare Ira leave him here!
Yet before the demon could make anymore protests their front door flew open showing Lily and Lynn. "Ah, welcome back." Damao greeted, letting Neil up. The demon greeted them with a giggly hello- still laying there Lily ran up to him and started to ramble about the pretty ornaments she and her brother had seen today.
Damao stood up and went to help Lynn. "oh by the way, why are you blushing so hard?" Lily suddenly asked earning wide eyes and his blush that had just began to vanish grew again.
"Neil is ticklish!" the two heard from the stairs "Ira-AHaha~"
Easter preperations could wait a little longer he guessed as Lily just continued to ramble and kept on randomly poking him.
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hehe ~ @wertzunge I hope this was to your expectations! Tysm for the request (and sorry for the tag~)
#lee!neil#ler!Damao#Damao#Neil#All Saints Street#All Saints Street Tickles#tickle fic#yay rq's#berry talks#berry’s hideout#berry writes
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weep little lion man (3.5/14)
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Fandom: Jedi: Fallen Order | Survivor
Rating: T
Warnings: N/A
Ao3
Notes: shameless plug, posted a very Cal whumpy one-shot and I'm very proud of it and I wanna promote it a little, consider giving it a try, anyways enjoy the new chapter.
Summary: After defeating Dagan Gera for a third and final time, the Compass ends up in Bode's hands without a scratch.
He could go back to Jedha with Cal... but he's holding what he wants. He doesn't see the point in pretending any longer.
He makes a split-second decision.
Or: Bode's betrayal goes a bit differently.
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The air is tight with tension. Not many have the chance, the honor of working directly under Darth Vader, but those who do have that honor also know it comes with great risks.
Lord Vader is angry. Every person in the Star-Destroyer can feel it.
Right now, he's standing at the front of the ship's cockpit, looking out the large windows that watch over Jerha's atmosphere. He's cleaned the broken and burnt parts of his suit with pristine replacements, making anyone who didn't know better think that he hadn't just walked out of a battle with a terrorist Jedi.
A Commander, some poor bastard everyone's already decided won't be alive much longer, walks into the cockpit with his chin held high. He stops a small distance from Darth Vader, looking all parts loyal and collected, but it's not hard to miss the tick in his jaw. He's nervous. Commanders after failed missions are always nervous.
"Any sightings on where their ship had gone?" Darth Vader suddenly asks, not turning toward the Commander quite yet.
The Commander swallows. "No, Lord Vader. They went into hyperspace before we could get a tracking beacon on them."
Silence filters around the cockpit, all except Darth Vader's intimidating and steady breathing, a few Lieutenants and pilots exchange tense looks.
"Cere Junda will not be so easy to find again," Darth Vader says. "She has proven herself capable of hiding where we cannot find her before. This failure must be corrected."
Not a single soul dares mention Darth Vader himself was the one who failed to kill her.
"Commander," Darth Vader says, turning finally to look at the tense man. "What of her Padawan?"
That throws everyone into a loop, though the Commander is more graceful at not showing it. "Her Padawan, my lord?"
"Cal Kestis. The ship they travel on was there, and sightings of most of the repeating crew. Except Kestis. What are his last sightings?"
A pilot quickly begins to search the Imperial databanks, it only takes a moment for him to stand up and solute Darth Vader before speaking. "His last confirmed sighting was on Coruscant, sir. He had infiltrated, posing as a prisoner, for known rebel leader Saw Gerrera."
"I am aware," Darth Vader says, tone darkening, and the pilot pales while others attempt to cringe away. The fiasco on Coruscant ended up with an Inquisitor getting killed. Darth Vader hadn't been happy about that one either. "What of unconfirmed sightings?"
"Um," the pilot clears his throat and returns to his computer before reporting, cautiously. "Koboh, sir. A backwater planet, there had been reports of a red haired Jedi with an orange lightsaber by troopers, but nothing any generals or commanders could confirm... As most of the troopers have died in the encounter..."
"How recent?"
"Days, sir."
More silence settles as five agonizingly timed mechanical breaths pass through the air.
"What is the bounty on Kestis now?"
Another pilot reads off a string of numbers. Most people in the cockpit can't help but be impressed by how many zeroes there are. "Though," the pilot continues, "the Haxion Brood has placed an independent bounty on Kestis that nearly doubles the Empire's."
"Triple that," Vader says, and the pilot's eyes widen in shock. "And make sure you specify I want him alive. I want every bounty hunter, every Imperial agent, looking for him, and I want him delivered to me in chains."
"But... but what of Cere Junda?" The Commander sputters.
"Junda has made mistakes with her previous Padawan," Vader says, "ones that she will not repeat with Kestis. He will be easier to find; his capture will bring her to us."
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When the ping came that slicks bounty got updated, Caij was ecstatic at first.
She has just been thinking about the guy too, Sorc Tomo has sent more hunters after him right on their home base Koboh and she couldn't wait to tell him about them.
However, when she got on her datapad to see what the bounty had been raised to, she nearly fell out of the chair. Luckily, she has a reputation in the saloon and no one noticed, but at this point, she doesn't care if anyone walks by to see her currently leaning forward with her elbows on the table, eyes wide looking at the pad in her hands.
Yeah. Yeah, slicks bounty went up. Three times what it was before, and the Empire no less.
She sighs, leaning back on the bench while bringing a hand to her forehead. She sets the pad down.
Not only the Empire, but the contract was made under the Emperor's name himself.
Damn. Damn. What has slick gotten himself into?!
For once, she's stumped. She doesn't get stumped often, so that's saying something. Has her plan worked a bit too well? Has throwing the Jedi at hunter after hunter caused the Empire to notice how badly Sorc Tomo wanted the bastard and then want to get in on the action?
Haxion Brood bounty hunters are nothing compared to what can come from an official Imperial bounty. She can't believe her plan has backfired this royally.
She'll have to leave town. Leave planet. Give up on Kestis and leave him to his own fate. She can't be brought down with the guy. She knows the kinds of hunters that take bounties for the Empire. And with a bounty that high, she has no doubt that a certain one wearing Mandalorian armor has a pretty good chance of getting involved.
"Hey," she snaps at another frequenter of the saloon, that frog thing that doesn't shut up. "Get me a drink."
"Okay!" The frog thing says happily, shrugging and bee-lining for the bar.
She rubs her temples, trying to think. How much time does she have? Does the Empire know Koboh is a frequent spotting place for slick?
It's frustrating. The entire reason she wanted to hike up his bounty was so she can capture him herself and pay off her own Imperial bounty after getting the credits from Sorc Tomo. She can't believe she hasn't seen something like this coming, throwing everything out the damn window.
"Here ya go, miss!" the frog thing says.
She takes the drink. "Beat it."
"Okay!" the frog thing happily walks away.
She takes a big swig, not caring what's in it. So what's next? She doesn't think she can continue with her plan, not when she doesn't know where slick currently is. That ship he travels on left in a hurry a bit ago too, taking the saloon's owner with it. If he were here, she'd take him out now while there's no competition, but waiting for him to come back could end up being more trouble than it's worth.
She's in the middle of considering her options when the saloon entrance suddenly opens, revealing a frazzled looking Greez Dritus and that woman slick is so heart-eyes about.
She can't help but stare, looking behind them to see if there's a familiar bout of red hair, but she immediately discovers they're staring right back, and now walking toward her with purpose.
Hell.
"Caij Vanda?" The woman, skin as ashen as snow, eyes as hard as diamonds. They stop right at her table. Caij makes an effort to look as un-effort as possible, leaning back and crossing her ankles on the table.
"Who's askin'?"
"My name is Merrin, we have questions for you about Cal Kestis's bounty."
Caij dips her head slightly, allowing her to look for nearby exits without looking like she's lookin' for nearby exits. Her hand slowly goes to her hip where her blasters sit.
Hell. Did they find out about her plan? They couldn't have, she's not that careless.
"What about it?"
Merrin narrows her eyes, distrustful thing ain't she, but Greez steps in. "Look, all we need is one of his bounty pucks, and we'll be out'a your head tentacles."
Now that catches her off guard. Out of all conversations relating to Kestis's bounty, she wasn't expecting that.
"Now that's a request," she says carefully. "Mind letting me in on the juicy details before I decide if I'm gonna ignore you or not?"
Merrin's lips thin, but Greez quickly steps in. "Look, we know you've been helping the kid get a jump on those bounty hunters, and that you've been rewarding him for the pucks he brings back. We... lost track of him, and we think a bounty puck can help us find him. He might be in danger, surely you could let us use one to get him back. We can pay."
"What sort'a danger?"
Slick's friends stop and silently consider her question. She has'ta admit, she's genuinely curious. Slick couldn't have been captured already, his bounty had just gone up, and any dangerous hunters are sure to take a few days to get as far out as Koboh. However, even if he had be captured already, his friends working to find Kestis again could help her out, especially if they bring him back right into her hands.
Greez sighs. "Someone we trusted turned out to be someone we couldn't. He jumped Cal and took him captive."
"Empire? Brood? Raiders? Come on Dritus, I need the deets."
"None," Merrin snaps, looking frustrated. "He took Cal for his own personal goals. We think he took him into the Abyss above Koboh. We need the puck to be able to make sure."
Interesting.
Interesting. This could work for her.
She uncrosses her legs and stands up, startling them both to take a step back. She grins at them, showing her teeth. "Good news, I'm in."
"What?" Greez says dumbly.
"I'm in," she repeats. "I'm coming with. Pucks can be complicated to those first usin' them, and if you want it used effectively, I'm coming with. Don't even have'ta pay me. I like that Jedi, be a shame to see him stay missing cuz I didn't get involved."
"I do not understand," Merrin says. "You are not invited."
"Then you're not getting this puck," she says, patting her hip. "I'll go find him myself."
A lie. If they don't let her in, she'd much rather let slick stay in his situation while she skips out'a this side of the Galaxy.
Merrin and Greez exchange glances before Greez sighs in defeat. "A bounty hunter on the Mantis," he says, "what has the Galaxy come to."
-o-o-o-o-
"We got a puck," Greez announces as he enters the Mantis. "Came with a bounty hunter though."
Merrin watches Caij saunter into the Mantis. She moves her hips way too much, like she's constantly skating on ice. She bends at her hips and glances around the main room of the Mantis, peering down towards the cockpit and letting out a whistle.
Cere glances up from the holotable, Cordova at her side and BD-1 still connected to the system. Her eyes land distrustfully on Caij, but she gives a polite smile. "Thank you. However, we may not need you. BD-1 just picked up a signal from Cal's locator."
BD-1 boops happily as all sorts of data, coordinates, strings of numbers flash through the holo-projection.
Merrin approaches the table, though she keeps an eye on Caij, and watches as BD-1 finally pin-points the signal, but the air seems to be sucked out of the room as the location is revealed.
"That's an ISB base," Greez says, his voice disheartened.
"I thought you said the Empire wasn't involved," Caij said, placing her hands on her hips. Her voice has gone tight, her lips thin, eyes narrowed.
"We didn't think they were," Cere said. "The man who took Cal, he was a spy, but we assumed he abandoned the Empire to pursue his personal goals..."
BD-1 suddenly gives a string of beeps, and Cordova nods.
"It seems, Bode has a daughter."
Merrin considers the new information. He's never told her, or anyone, about this daughter to her knowledge, though Merrin knows Cal and Bode had gotten close during this adventure, often having private conversations with each other.
"What? You think he went back to Nova Garon to get his daughter?" Greez asks. "That could have been a lie, Cal could already be in one of their cells, waiting for the Inquisitorius."
"Perhaps not," Cordova says, pointing at a holomap BD-1 brings up. "His signal isn't coming from the holding cells, but from what appears to be on-base living quarters. He could be keeping Cal hidden while he gets his daughter prepared."
"Or," Merrin says, "it could be a trap to lure in the rest of us. Bode has already tried to kill us all by sending the Inquisitorius to Jedha, I wouldn't put it past him."
"Caij Vanda, yes?" Cere asks, and Caij nods her head slowly. "Could you show us the puck? If I'm correct, the puck should track Cal's DNA signature. The locator could have been taken from Cal's person."
Caij considers for a moment, then shrugs. She pulls out the puck and flicks on.
She frowns when nothing happens.
"Now that's odd," she says.
"No signal," Cere breathes.
"It's a trap," Merrin confirms.
"No signal means he's on Tanalor, right?" Greez asks, now sounding frantic. "How in the stars are we supposed to go there?!"
"Perhaps I can help," a new voice adds. Caij tactfully jumps out of the way as Zee daintily approaches the ship. Cere's eyebrows go up at the sight of her, and Cordova gives a thoughtful humm.
"You must be Cere Junda and Eno Cordova," Zee says happily. "It is a pleasure to meet you both, Cal has told me much about you. However... I could not help but overhear- or well, Monk could not help but overhear and then inform me. Cal is missing?"
She stops part-way within the ship, worry rolling off of her.
"Yes," Cere says. "Bode has stolen the Compass, and we believe he has taken Cal out of our reach to Tanalor."
Zee nods sadly. "How unfortunate. However, Cal is not completely out of our reach. After all, my former master and Dagan Gera had to have reached Tanalor before the Compass had been invented. Surely, if we look through Master Khri's research we are bound to find another way through."
"Fascinating," Cordova says, stepping towards Zee. "You are living history."
"Oh," Zee says, sounding a little flustered.
"Do you know where we can start to find this other way?" Cordova asks, stopping a few steps from her. She gives a sad sigh.
"No, Master Khri had wiped my memory banks before we parted ways. I'm afraid I do not know of any other way to cross the Abyss."
"But much appears to remain," Cordova says. "I have much experience with droids and programming their memory, would you allow me to search your memory banks?"
BD-1 hops off the table and rushes towards Cordova, climbing onto his shoulder and giving a string of encouraging boops.
Zee looks at BD-1 to Cordova, then shrugs. "Oh, why not. I am sure you will find nothing, but it doesn't hurt to try." She turns to Cere then. "I do not know of any way to cross the Abyss, however, there are many places within Koboh where Master Khri's research and teachings remain."
"Anything you have, Zee, would be very helpful," Cere says. "Merrin, would you join me in searching these locations?"
Merrin nods. "Of course."
"And what about me?" Caij butts in. She's leaning against the wall, looking entirely too bored. "Without a working puck I don't see the point in hanging around."
Merrin glares at her. "You said you want to help find Cal," she seethes. "You will help us find Cal, with or without the puck."
She opens her mouth to argue, but Cordova cuts in. "Actually, I was hoping to see if we could breach through the abyss to track young Cal. After searching Zee's memory, I will need your expertise. I am sure there's a way."
Caij looks unhappy about that, but doesn't argue.
Merrin doesn't trust her, but if they want the tracking fob, then there's no choice. She gives Caij a hard look, promising retribution if Cordova even has a single new scratch on him the next time they see each other. Caij looks back indifferently, but breaks into a grin. "Don't frown so much, sunshine, you'll get wrinkles that way."
Merrin glares at her. This is for Cal, she reminds herself as the party splits off, Cere and Merrin heading off to the closest accessible research location of Santari Khri's without needing the key that must be with Cal and Bode.
Once they have Cal back, safe and sound, it'll all be worth it.
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Saying Goodbye - Chapter Two - Love's Final Song
Zelda shot awake, propping herself up on the cold stone floor of the Shrine of Resurrection until her breathing could keep up with such sudden, intense activity.
I fell asleep?! How could I have fallen asleep?!
"Oh! There you are, Your Highness, did you sleep well?" Impa moved from her bloodstained sister towards Zelda.
"How could you have let me fall asleep?! The world is literally ending!"
"You were exhausted, Your Highness."
"You fell asleep on your own, Impa soothed you a little after Link…" Purah sighed and gestured to the sealed chamber. "And anyways… you needed to be still while we patched up that wound of yours. Kinda hard to move when asleep, right?"
All their eyes swept over to the stitches in Zelda's lower stomach, a hastily closed wound that lacked any dressing. Some sort of fluid seeped out of the remaining slits in her skin, she tried not to mind it.
Purah's face bore an uncertain demeanor, she had little pride in the job she'd done. "How are you feeling?"
Zelda signed loudly, pressing her fingers to her forehead. "I'm not sure." She spent a few moments evaluating her newfound headache before shoving herself upwards.
"Princess! Please do not act rashly!" Impa attempted to hold her still, but she shoved past without a missed beat.
She grasped the tattered Master Sword from where she'd dropped it earlier and quickly evaluated the damage. "Hyrule grows closer to destruction with each passing moment. We cannot just stand by!"
"But, Your Highness!"
"No! This is my kingdom and I cannot allow it to fall!" Zelda gasped once for air and stumbled a little, eyes landing on the back of her right hand. "I was once incapable of such a task, and many perished because of it… but no more. I stand now, ready and willing. I only ask you would assist the survivors."
Although she noticed that Zelda was in no state to act, Purah nodded, aware of the princess' stubbornness. "Give us our orders and we will gladly follow."
"Purah, I task you with monitoring Link's recovery. I trust you with his life as if it were my own."
"Yes, Princess."
"And Impa," Zelda turned rather quickly to look her advisor in the eyes, placing a hand on her stomach to maintain balance. "I trust you to take care of the remaining Sheikah as I would. There's a chance… I may not return tonight."
Tears welled in the eyes of all three of them. "We'll be praying for you…" Impa assured. "...take care of yourself… and the little one, they're our best hope for Hyrule's future."
"I will… and thank you." Zelda wiped her eyes, looked once more where Link laid and headed out.
The burning landscape swallowed her whole line of sight as she headed out, more tears blurring her vision as she walked back into uncertainty. While Zelda couldn't see the Korok Forest from where she stood, she knew it lay between Death Mountain and the now Malice-ensnared castle.
The castle… Zelda's home…
What happened to Father? Is he alright? Did he escape when Ganon revived? Or… is he with Mother?
No, she couldn't let herself become distracted. As the last survivor of the six-person anti-Calamity team and as the last descendant of Hylia, Hyrule was counting on her.
The Sword was damaged, but she believed it would work in a pinch. Her powers were her main source of defense; hopefully, she wouldn't need her husband's weapon… for she was a weapon.
The wound in her side still hurt to place weight on, and probably would until it was all over. It was warm in the Shrine, at least where Link was, and her body was still cold from Mount Lanayru's freezing waters; she desperately wished to crawl back to his side and sleep some more.
That's what Ganon wanted her to do though. He wanted her to give into her exhaustion so he could send an assassination force to take her out before she finished procreating.
Zelda shook her head out, almost disorienting herself.
Don't think about it!
She was taking one mission at a time, so she had just one mission: return the Master Sword to the Korok Forest.
The forest was the only safe place for the sword, and the Great Deku Tree had advised her more than once before.
There was no horse now, Zelda would have to make the journey on foot just as she had with Link during the time spent calibrating the Divine Beasts. It had been quite a while since she had walked so much in a day, Link usually requested that she ride in order to not overwork herself. But she didn't need the horse, she didn't need to be sheltered. If Zelda was, in any case, a competent member of the Royal Family then she needed to traverse this wild land without such aids. She knew she could, as long as exhaustion and fears stayed away, and began the long trek down the trail she'd ridden up some time before.
Tunnel vision, yet heightened senses. Exhausted but filled with undeniable exhilaration. The moment's adrenaline caused all sorts of combinations Zelda would have never thought possible. She had no peripheral vision now, but she felt like everything that occurred around her could be felt on her skin.
Distance was shorter. Her mind functioned on one track only. The spoungey landscape brought relief to her aching feet, allowing her to jog.
Distances dropped exponentially. The Great Plateau flew by just like it had when she was riding Vesper. Monster encampments, their horns sounding as scout Bokoblins reported her to their respective squadrons, Moblins in turn preparing weapons and explosives to use against her to fulfill the desire that the Yiga had failed to do: to kill her prior to her child's birth, to permanently destroy the bloodline of Hylia while both were at their weakest… These things didn't distract her, they faded from reality before her mind could even classify them as such dangers. Old structures, large rock escarpments, they flew past without attracting Zelda's scientific interest.
Nothing mattered anymore except for returning the Sword and sealing Ganon. Not research, not the villages already going up in flames, not even Link and the baby.
The sloping entrance to the Plateau swept across her line of sight, speed increasing as gravity aiding her.
Black and purple lit up around her once she was on lower ground, red flashing on and near her person. Her instincts dodged, the entrance behind her exploded and crumbled.
At least the Guardians couldn't get to Link's body now.
From the intensity of the bleeding sky, the lakes seemed to be made of blood itself, nowhere was blue and pure, all red and corrupted.
She had to go north, no trails leading to the Lost Woods began so far south, but north was currently the most dangerous direction. Skimming the Great Plateau walls, she veered off in the direction of Lanayru by way of the road leading to Riverside Stable. Once she was there, she could cross into the Necluda providence and remain on its side of the river, crossing into Lanayru while using the water to hide her scent and keeping as great a distance from Hyrule Castle and the burning Castle Town as she could.
A red light blazed into her eyes just due west of the stable.
A Guardian had intercepted her. Another appeared on her back side, with one more closing in on her left. They were seemingly endless in number, and though she'd hoped not to encounter them, she was even more distraught to learn these forces of Ganon weren't traveling on their own.
With her right hand, she pulled out Link's sword, its light growing ever brighter, and felt her own power channeling through her left hand. Lunging forward with the sword, Zelda planned to create a hole in the armor where she could deal more damage, but was surprised when the sword's light became a weapon all its own.
She was thrown back a bit by the light's force, looking down at the sword in surprise after Malice was purged from the Guardians.
It's light was fully restored, glowing as brightly as it had when Link had used it at Fort Hateno.
Welcome, Your Highness, Princess Zelda. It is a pleasure to serve. The sword spoke with light pulsing. These are dire circumstances indeed.
"Huh?" Zelda muttered as her baby began to stir, now awakened from a longer nap than their mother's.
How could the Master Sword have responded to her? It did not belong to a descendant of Hylia, but the Goddess' chosen hero.
I wasn't talking to you, Your Grace.
One second.
Two.
Three.
Zelda nearly dropped the sword.
Fi wasn't submitting to her, but her child.
Her daughter .
Apologizes for the confusion, Your Majesty, it's a confusing time for us all.
"So Father…"
There will be time to count and mourn losses later… but now is time for our action against Ganon. Little Master does not yet have the strength to control the Sword of Evil's Bane, that power will flow through you until Master Link returns.
The image of a newborn princess wielding the sword struck Zelda funny. "You're kidding, right? People have died trying to wield this sword, and you're just going to hand it off to a baby?"
Little Master is the offspring of you and Master Link, Your Grace. Please do not doubt Hylia. But at the same time, do not fret, Little Master's power should not be needed after tonight. She is just, as your husband was named, a link. Now, if you are satisfied, it is not safe to remain here any longer.
Zelda nodded firmly. "Alright. Let us go."
Once again she set off, now a quick, purposeful walk since the sword was unsheathed. Zelda wasn't a lone fighter anymore, her daughter had been enabled to assist her. The result would be different than Link's, it wouldn't end in death.
Her mind wandered to both Link and the sword.
He had trained often in her company, and had taught her how to use a one-handed blade a long time before… he knew she wanted to defend herself, and respected that wish.
"Princess?! " A fleeing stablehand called out. "You're alive?! A militia soldier said that you and the Prince died at Fort Hateno!"
Her movement stopped. "Link slipped away there, during battle. I am, for the most part, alright."
His head lowered. "My condolences, Your Highness, now's a painful time for such a loss. You look wounded, do you need any aid?"
"My wounds have been tended to, good sir, the blood is mainly Link's."
"Ah, yes. You get somewhere safe now, take care of yourself." An explosion off to the north caused him to resume his fleeing towards Faron.
Zelda sighed and shook your head, brushing her hand down her stomach. "We can't go that way… we have to help your father."
No one else was encountered on the trek. While others may have been escaping, she had taken a path through the river to hide her scent from the monsters. Blood washed out of her dress as she trekked north through the cold waters, a symbolic train of death behind her.
Your Grace… Fi whispered as Zelda stopped to catch her breath on a sandbar about halfway between Riverside and Wetland Stables. While I admire your wilderness-like tactics, by my calculations, you are very weak. Continuing against this cold current might make you faint.
Zelda laid down by a bush on the riverbank and cried. "I can't…"
Your Grace. You are not safe here.
She curled up further against the bush, holding a hand on the ice-cold fabric that covered her stomach.
Increasing your proximity to brush will not increase your safety, Your Grace.
Even with such a truth, Zelda still curled up underneath the bush and sobbed, clutching all her limbs to her torso as if she was trying to protect her baby. "I can't do this alone!" She was able to function straight off the adrenaline from Link's death and the recent Guardian pack attack for a short while, but now her mental state had hit rock bottom.
Your Grace…
A blue light shone brightly right in front of Zelda, before fading away to show a blue, woman-looking figure with purple clothing and a two-toned cape. Her eyes were blank, the same blue as her body, but this didn't cause too much more distress. Fi bent down and touched Zelda on the head.
The faster the battle is fought, the faster you will be allowed to mourn. Please hold out for just a while longer.
"Huh?" Zelda glanced up at her with red eyes. "Fi?"
Fi's cape flew around Zelda to cover her eyes and temples, then a melody began to play from the spirit; an ancient melody predating even Hyrule, something like her own lullaby…
A song of a goddess.
Zelda's shaking arms rose to clasp Fi's shoulders as Hylian lyrics were whispered to her. Her breathing slowed into a more predictable rhythm but still shook. Softly, with a shattered voice, she repeated the lyrics as she heard them until her tears were gone and her voice firm.
Fi then removed the shield from Zelda's eyes.
It is an ancient one, the song we sang together. Your ancestor sung this song on a harp back in those ancient days. It is incredibly sacred as well, even her descendants have only been taught how to sing it backwards. She loved Hylia's hero dearly, as you do. You two are much more similar than the legends make it seem…
A small smile formed on Zelda's face. "Your words are encouraging…"
They are true, Your Grace. Now we must leave, it's not safe here.
Zelda finally nodded, then grabbed the sword and, along with Fi, began running towards the Korok Forest. Focusing on Fi instead of the burning world around her allowed the northern trek on the river's banks to pass as swiftly as her departure from the Great Plateau was. She avoided any Guardian that came into sight, spending great effort to afford a fight, only using the combined might of the Master Sword and her sealing power when a Guardian was relentless in chasing her, when it proved a great threat to her or her daughter's life.
After an exhausting dash through the infected central region of Hyrule, the mist of the Lost Woods enveloped Zelda's body. She looked around, trying to recall the correct path through the enchanted forest. However, after she saw that Fi was gone, her mind wiped itself clean and panic once again swept over her. She backed up while facing the western side of the entrance, almost jumping when she backed into someone… and a familiar rattling was heard.
"Oh! ...Princess?"
Hestu.
Zelda whipped around to be greeted by the kind Korok. "Hestu! I-It's surprising to see you so far from the forest."
"Shaka shaka-ka! We were told you'd be here, Princess, so here I came."
"Yes. I-" She held up the sword. "I've come to put the sword back into the pedestal."
"But why, shaka? The sword is forever bound to Mr. Her-oh no no no!" Hestu shook his maracas in distress. "Don't tell me something terrible's happened to Mr. Hero!"
She looked down at the sword, then began to choke back tears. "A Guardian shot him!" Zelda buried her body into Hestu as her wails defeated her restraints once again.
"Shaka, no! Don't tell Hestu such things! Hestu doesn't want to hear that Ganon killed Mr. Hero!" The two shared tears until it seemed that Zelda had finally cried herself out.
She had leaned herself up against Hestu, one leg pulled up tight and the other stretched out. "I need to return it…" She mumbled as she rested herself on his side, broken sword in between them. "...so it will be healed by the time the Shrine brings him back…"
"I will help," he replied, trying to stand up without knocking Zelda over. "all Koroks have pledged themselves to assist Mr. Hero!" He held out a maraca for Zelda to pull herself up with. "C'mon, Princess! The fight isn't done!" Hestu ambled off into the mist.
"Oh, Hestu! Wait up!" Zelda waved her hands as she failed to keep up.
"My apologies, shaka… I got excited." He waited for Zelda to catch up, then matched her pace.
The two stumbled through the cold Lost Woods for an undetermined amount of time, for the sky couldn't be seen through the mist and the Sheikah Slate had been left with Link. By leaving such a thing to be sealed with his body, Zelda felt even more like part of herself had died.
"You miss Mr. Hero, don't you Mrs. Princess?"
She had to stop moving, tightening one hand on her stomach as the other gripped the sword, in order to stop the tears. "Deeply already."
"I bet Mr. Hero misses you too. I bet he's up there with Hylia watching you right now." Without any warning, he raised his maracas to the sky and started yelling. "Hi, Mister Hero! We miss you!"
Zelda snorted indignantly. "Hestu!"
He stopped waving his maracas. "Oh. Sorry."
She clenched her fists and took a few deep breaths. "No matter. Let us go." She then half-stormed ahead of him, pointing the Sword's blade at the ground.
The party of two moved in awkward silence until a light green light appeared in the foggy darkness.
"Korok Forest!" Hestu declared with a victorious dance. "We made it!"
Zelda's teeth were still clenched, a frustration bubbled within. "Indeed."
"C'mon! Let's go to the pedestal and see Grandpa!" He charged ahead like he had done before, but stopped himself before Zelda could snap. "Oops! After you!"
"Princess Zelda… How good it is to see you well." The Great Deku Tree looked upon her weary figure with a new peace.
"If you believe me well… then looks deceive." Her eyes darted behind her and to the right.
Her husband was dead. Her kingdom burning. Her body wounded and weakened by forces both malicious and natural. How could she be well?
Although it had been a stretch of time since such a thought had crossed her mind, her mind wandered to the sword in her grasp.
She could end it here. With her weak body, she only needed one strike.
"Agony is deep in your voice. What has occurred today is a tragedy." The Deku Tree's words pulled her away from the dark trying to consume her mind.
Seemingly from nothing, tens of Koroks appeared around her, trying to offer the pregnant princess console.
She collapsed to her knees, a very painful collapse indeed, and held the sword's cold metal to her chest in a way mirroring how she'd clung to the fabric of her mother's formal dress the afternoon after she'd been buried.
In the same way she had as a child, Zelda was expressing her grief for her closest family member… both who had been taken from her in the time when they were greatly needed.
Tears did not fall from her eyes, they stayed and burned her, the chill from the damaged metal provided just enough relief for her shattered heart. Her face flushed red, normally she would be able to comfort herself by rocking, but she was incapable of doing so now.
A few of the Koroks appeared with a leaf blanket from a storage area within the Great Deku Tree, why they even had such a thing Zelda didn't care to know, and placed it over her shoulders.
Without even knowing it was coming, a song for Link softly began flowing out of her lips. The ancient melody that Fi had just taught her provided a base for her lament, though the new words didn't match her ancestor's.
She lamented that they were out of time. That her prayers were only answered after it was too late. That he had peace in death because he knew she'd see the light of tomorrow.
A light they had pursued all their lives. A light they had witnessed together. A light that was gone.
The last light.
The awakening of her powers was the last light Link saw.
He died in darkness.
But he was coming back. They had gotten him to the Shrine in time.
Now it was just a matter of time.
She rose shakily from her collapsed state, still on her knees but much taller, leaving the Master Sword laying on the pedestal. Her hands clasped in prayer, it was time to arrange the final pieces of Hyrule's future. "Your master will come for you." She assured the spirit of the sword. "Until then, you shall rest safely here." She paused for a beat to ensure her voice didn't break. "Although the Slumber of Restoration will most certainly deprive him of his memories, please trust me when I say that I know he will arrive before you yet again."
"If I may be so bold…" the Great Deku Tree interrupted, Zelda whipped her head up from her prayers, one hand falling to her side as she rose to her aching feet. "what is it that you are planning to do next, Princess?"
She kept her right hand close to her chest, blinking once before looking back down at the Sword. "The Master Sword… I heard it speak to me." She nodded once, as if to affirm something to herself, and brought both hands back to her stomach. "It seems that my role is unfinished. There is still something I must do."
"I sense there is great strength in your dedication."
Her hands twisted atop her stomach, anxiety and discomfort building within. "Great Deku Tree, I ask of you, when he returns, can you please relay this message…" Both her hands fell to her side as she stepped closer to the tree. "Tell him I-"
"Now then…" He once again interrupted. "Words intended for him would sound much better in the tones of your voice, don't you think?"
Her eyes fell from him, hands rising back to a stance of prayer, elbows hugging her sides as if she was considering something on her daughter's behalf. Waiting would increase the impact of the moment, and would better the chance of him remembering… She nodded once, a small smile on her face. "Yes." Her hands lowered to her child, eyes closing in a similar, yet different manner to her earlier prayer.
Your father will come for us… I promise little one… We'll just have to wait for him.
She held her pose until she felt the future Zelda kick inside, then lowered herself to pick up the Sword. She raised it high, as Link had surely done when he pulled it all those years ago, then with this memory in mind, opened her eyes and slipped it into place.
The power Fi had bestowed onto her unborn daughter rushed out of her, taking her consciousness with it as a golden light overtook her vision. Link's heartbeat, steady within the Shrine of Resurrection, echoed through her body as her knees buckled and she rolled to the ground, unaware of the Koroks now gathering around her body.
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"relax" time
hey bloggggerooni,
you're intercepting me in my personal time. you see, i've been employing apple calendar-- i cannot reccomend her enough-- and 10:07 PM puts us in the block of time labeled "Relax" and colored purple. I could do anything in these next two hours. And I decided to get a little high and talk to you.
<3
I haven't smoked in a while, it's true! Especially alone. A girl does not have the time. But I've been looking forward to it, knowing its at the priority list, but if I can just,, do enough,, to reach it. Lmao. I meant it when I said I've been busy.
Unfortunately, I've got so much, too much, sativa. I know, I know, so lame; shut up about weed strains. But I had to say it?! Why did I go crazy. Why did I do that. Lol. Anyway, the only non **wake up** product got with me is this hyrbid flower. Didn't even get the chance to think about rolling by the time I see this beautiful little blue bowl. Honestly viewer, I forgot where I got it from. Thus prompted the following one-handed-ly-typed note:
wherr did i get. t his bowl
I take notes a lot, when I'm awake. About lots of things, right. Here's another:
- directory ,, crm/?
So know they're (me) talking about those personal communications file flippers. Do you know the old ones? Where 90s business professionals used to keep track of how long its been since they last intereacted with a person? Boy have those had an effect on me. Why do I think about those all of the time. I just wished upon mine, but alas, it does not exist.
I've been thinking a lot today, yesterday. So much, in comparison to how much I've been looking at myself. Very little. So much so, that when I go to get a little high and on my porch with my blog, as a treat, hehe, and I see my reflection in the facetime app, it gives me pause. I am a person, I am a human, I'm one of them, the rest of them, who you think about all the time. And you've got people. Wait, who are those people? And how are they doing?
That might be something I need to do more.
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Welcome to K-Ray94.4, this is your DJ Kate. For your considering, the following, without further ado...
Hawks | Jodi
Rubberneckerss | Christian Lee Hutson
End of Beginning | Djo
Salvation Army | Harrison Whitford
Calling the Shots | Jamie B.
Horable Mention: I'd Have to Think About It | Leith Ross
Guys, gals, pals, despite love, despite commitment, despite trust, I can not get myself to listen to anything other than indie/folk right now.
I'll be back, though, I'll be back................
That one bowl went berserk. Another? she asks.
Trader Joe's chocchip muffin for now, thanks.
Part of me's been wanting to change the theme on here, super randomly. Like it's too bright. I really like the old Microsoft look, haha, but want something darker...? Or I'm clinging to a passing vampirism fetish?
I can see the glowing lights of the city skyline from here. They're twinkling, like jewels, through the new gap in the tree foliage. Soon there will be more of them, and I'll have a warm drink, a scarf and mittens. I look forward to those times.
Lots to look forward to. !! :)
I've been liking these thoughts so far, catching their flow through time. I like writing; i just always get so scared.
Until soon, very soon, as there's lots to discuss,
Kate
10/10/23 10:31PM
p.s. playlist 'momtober'
#darling#girls who smoke weed#lmao what is that tag hahaefasfhb#pumpkins soon#orange#colder breath#trying#outsidemyhead
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They Always Do.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Warnings: insecurity
Requested: Nope
Summary: "you're not worried? he seems to be spending a lot of time with her..." "no" "why not?" "because i braced myself for this months ago. they leave, they always do. it's nothing new"
Author's Note: Hiya peeps! The first part of this fic is fluff, angst in the middle, fluff again at the end. Nothing too extreme, just a little one-shot. Enjoy!
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"Sebastian, Y/N, so glad you made it!" Susan Downey smiled warmly at the couple. "Of course, we couldn't miss the 56th birthday of the one and only Iron Man," Sebastian chuckled, walking into the house with his girlfriend. He put his arm around Y/N, observing the place. "Guys! Hello!" they heard.
"Mr Downey," Y/N greeted politely, turning to smile at the birthday boy. "You must be the girlfriend," he grinned, pulling her into a bear hug. "Yep, that's me." Then he turned to Sebastian, frowning. "Why didn't you introduce her to everyone sooner?" Y/N laughed as Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging.
"Don't ask me, she was the one too chicken to meet you!" Sebastian defended himself, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend. She snorted as Robert let go of her, returning to Sebastian's side. "I guess that's on me," she sighed dramatically, making both men laugh. "Well, enjoy yourselves! Have a drink, have fun!"
With that, he walked away. Sebastian noticed a server holding up a tray of drinks and called him over. He handed a glass to Y/N and took one for himself, taking a sip. "Thanks for bringing me over, honey," Y/N smiled and he turned to her, scoffing. "You're my girlfriend! God knows they were dying to meet you," he laughed, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
With that they went around the place, talking to new people, old friends and making new acquaintances. Y/N had a lot of fun meeting Sebastian's co-stars, and especially loved Elizabeth Olsen. Y/N was a huge Marvel fan and one of her favorite works of the MCU was WandaVision. Y/N had fangirled a bit, not gonna lie.
Like that passed an hour. After her feet started hurting, Sebastian decided it was time for the woman to sit down, have a drink and chill out. "Okay doll, here's a glass of champagne, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, okay? I'm going there, with Chris and Anthony. I love you." She smiled when he gave her a quick kiss.
"I love you too, and don't worry, I'll find you easy. This place isn't that big."
"I heard that!"
Laughing at her antics, Sebastian gave his girlfriend one more loving kiss before prancing out of the room in search of his best friends, Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie. Y/N relaxed on the comfortable couch with a sigh, sipping on her drink. It all began a year ago, very cheesily, might I add.
Y/N was at her favourite coffee shop when he had walked in. Immediately, fans had him surrounded, but she didn't go over to him. She stayed seated, looking at him, wishing she could go over but she knew how stressful fan interactions were for celebrities. Sebastian had, unfortunately, caught her eye and she had turned beet red, burying her face in her laptop.
He had found her absolutely winsome and after the crowd around him had dissipated, he had wandered over to her table and introduced himself. She was flustered around him, which made him tingly inside. And he had blurted out, "Wanna meet here next Saturday at 7?" They kept their promise and that's how they started dating.
A year ago.
That was a healthy amount of time.
Right?
Y/N couldn't help but have her doubts. All her previous relationships were pathetic failures, where the guy usually got bored of her within 3 months. But now, she had braced herself for rejection (which she knew deep down wasn't coming but it pays to be careful). "Hey."
Startled, she turned to see a kinda young, kinda drunk woman sitting next to her, looking up at her with doe eyes. "Hi," Y/N smiled back politely. "You're— you're the woman!" She had started slurring her words, which made Y/N frown a bit. "I'm… what?" she blinked. "The girl! Who came over with Sebastian Stan, you're his girlfriend!" The woman laughed loudly.
A few heads turned towards them but quickly looked away when they realized that the girl was drunk. "Yep, that's me. Why?" Y/N was now amused. As they talked, she didn't notice Sebastian walking into the room. He had come back to ask Y/N something but had paused in his tracks when he saw her frowning at the young, drunk woman.
Then he inched closer, unabashedly eavesdropping on her conversation. "Yep, saw him spending a lot of time with Ms Lizzie Olsen. If he was mine, girl, I would take that man home and show him who truly belongs to him, if you know what I mean," the girl winked and a sad smile bloomed on Y/N's face. "They're good friends, of course they're gonna spend time together."
Sebastian smiled at her answer. He knew she was different, she didn't get easily jealous and he liked that, since it reduced the number of arguments they had by a lot. His jealousy? Well, that's a story for another time… "You don't mind? He seems to be spending a lot of time with her…" the drunk woman frowned at Y/N.
Well, she was drunk, she wouldn't remember this night anyway, so maybe… it would be good to get some things off her chest.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I braced myself for this months ago. They leave, they always do. It's nothing new," Y/N admitted, swirling the champagne that was swimming in her half-full glass. Sebastian's heart shattered into a million pieces at her words. Before the words were even completely out of her mouth, tears had started stinging in his eyes.
"Y/N?" Startled yet again, Y/N turned to see Sebastian smiling at her. "Seb! Hi, thought you were with your friends!" she grinned at him. "I— uh— something came up, we need to go," he spoke quietly, fidgeting with his hands. Y/N's brows furrowed but she got up, collecting her coat and her purse.
"Can we at least say Happy Birthday to Robert?"
"Yeah, yeah of course." Sebastian managed a weak smile when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, going off to find Robert and Susan. She told them something urgent came up and they allowed the couple to leave. "Seb, let's go!" He followed her out of the house, meekly trailing behind her, the words she said ringing in his ears.
They leave, they always do. It's nothing new.
How had this woman, practically a Goddess, had such bad experiences that she was forced to think that way? He was never going to leave her, having found the perfect woman at last. He got into the driver's seat of his car, and the car ride home was quiet. Y/N was getting anxious. What happened to him? Did something happen at the party?
Once they were home, Sebastian couldn't help himself. "S—" Y/N yelped when he crushed her to his body, hugging her tightly. He took both of them to their shared bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her on his lap and buried his face in her chest, breaking down. "Seb, honey, what's wrong?" Y/N cooed, getting insanely paranoid.
The crying didn't stop for 15 minutes. Y/N, in a futile attempt to get him to stop, was running a hand through his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, holding him close. When he took in a shuddering breath, he pulled away and finally looked Y/N in her eyes. "Now are you going to tell me what happened?" she smiled gently.
He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her wrist. "I'm sorry," he croaked out and Y/N frowned. "Sorry for what?" He shook his head, burying his face back in his safe haven. Except, Y/N wasn't having any of that. She pulled him away and dropped a soft kiss to his forehead. "Tell me what happened."
He took in another shaky breath.
"I… I heard you."
"Heard me?" Y/N blinked. "Yes. You were… you were talking to that girl on the couch and she was— she was talking about how I seem to be spending a lot of time with Lizzie and you— you said you didn't mind but she kept on insisting and you said they leave. they always do. I'm not going to leave you, Y/N, I promise. You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I'm not letting you go."
Oh.
"Seb," Y/N whispered, her own eyes now filled to the brim with tears. "Don't cry," he chuckled with a watery voice, wiping her tears off. "It's just— all my relationships before you… the guys were assholes. They always left 2-3 months in. I— I wasn't taking any chances with you, you know… plus, you're kind of a famous guy and you can get so many better women—"
He didn't want to hear it. Better than Y/N? Impossible. He pressed his lips to her, immediately deepening the kiss when she reciprocated. "I promise you, I cannot do any better than you." Y/N smiled shyly at his words and his heart filled with happiness. "Let's go to sleep."
Both of them tired from the crying, they got undressed without trying any funny business. Y/N put on her usual pair of shorts and one of Sebastian's huge t-shirts, getting into the bed where a boxer-clad Sebastian already lay. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest, draping an arm around his taut abdomen.
"Comfy?"
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah. Goodnight, doll, I love you."
"I love you too, Seb. Goodnight."
"...Never gonna leave you."
"Not a chance."
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you liked it!
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Hey, if you're requests are open could you do a Rick Flag × Male Villian Reader (fluff) idk something cute where Rick Flag ends up falling in love with Male Reader, and the feeling is mutual. Idk you can fo what you want with it. ❤
Rick Flag x Male Reader
Requested: yes
Category: fluff, just a little bit of angst
Warnings: slight torture (?), i mention a knife like,, once
Note: I haven’t watched Suicide Squad in some time, so this could’ve turned out just the tiniest bit yandere, I hope you don’t mind! Also- I kinda struggled with this cause its my first time writing an actual one shot, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways (:
Tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy it <3
“Where is he?”, Amanda Waller called out as she walked down the hallway, towards the high security room you were currently kept in — Colonal Richard ‘Rick’ Flag not far behind her.
Her call grabbed the attention of the two guards, who stood in front of your cell.
“Is he in there?”, Amanda asked again, approaching the door with fast steps. One of the guards nodded and opened the thick metal door to let the director and the colonel in.
Amanda Waller had tried to get her hands on you for almost five years now, after you first made an apperiance in a club, killing two people. After that, several assassinations followed. Nobody knew who you exactly were, what you looked like, who you worked for; you were like a shadow — what people then came to call you, Shadow.
The major reason of why nobody could get a hold of you even in the slightest bit, was because you always vanished before anybody could even spot you.
After two years of not being able to catch you, the police gave up on further investigation in your cases. Amanda didn’t break so easily though. She wanted you in one of those cells she kept so many freaks in already, and she wasn’t going to give up until she had you sitting behind one of those metal doors, unable to escape her.
After all these years of going after you, she did manage to find out two major things about you. Why you always managed to escape without anyone catching a glimpse of you, and what your weakness was.
All these things led to the present situation.
You sat in a dark room, the only light source being a small lamp, dangling from the ceiling. Your ankles were tightly cuffed to the chair you were sitting on, on your wrists and neck you felt something cold and heavy, which seemed to send small electric shocks through your body every few seconds.
You weren’t sure where you exactly were, since you passed out before they got you. Hell, you didn’t even know who ‘they’ were.
You closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on your thoughts, which was not as easy as you hoped it would be. To say that you were in pain was an understatement. The electricity flowing through your body kept you from thinking straight, and send a wave of pure pain through your limbs with every shock you got.
A female voice ripped you from your trance, and you slowly opened your eyes again, head still hanging low. You knew that voice and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance anymore.
“Your powers won’t work anymore, unless i allow you to use them, so don’t even try.”, that voice belonged to none other than Amanda Waller, probably the only person on this planet you actually feared. You were never scared of what her minions could do to you, no. You were scared of what she could do to you if she ever managed to get you — which almost happened on several occasions.
You clenched your fists, trying to ignore the pain that came over you again, as you frantically tried to somehow sort your thoughts and find a way out of this, but nothing seemed to work. There was no way out of this. There was no escaping this. The feeling of helplessness washed over you, a feeling you didn’t like at all.
“You’re Y/N L/N, you’re a teleporter, thats how you managed to always vanish before the police got to the crime scene”, Amanda spoke, watching you as you sat there on the chair, staring at the ground, unable to move a single muscle. “It took me some time, but i managed to figure out how to block your powers”, she continued, taking slow steps towards you “Teleporters are extremely sensitive to electricity, some mightve even already died due to the constant pain if they were in your place.” She stopped right in front of you, looking down at your slumped figure, the only thing restraining you from falling over being the thick metallic handcuffs that kept your hands tied behind the chair.
Amanda grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her. Your sight was blurry and it cost you a lot of strength to even keep your eyes open, but you did manage to make out the silhouette of a rather tall person standing at the entrance of the cell, watching the whole scene, before your focus was back on the woman in front of you. “You’re actually a very pretty boy, Y/N, and very smart too, it’s a shame that you decided to end up like this.”, she said, before letting your face go. “Rick, take him to get the injection, then get his things and introduce him to the team. After that, you can take him to his provided cell.”
The man standing at the door — Rick, you assumed — made his way towards you, as Waller left the room, leaving you to the colonel.
Rick helped you out of the cuffs, that kept you strapped to the chair. Looking at you, he almost felt bad, you looked so drained and helpless. He had never exactly agreed with anything Amanda Waller did, but seeing what just a few hours under her control did with you was another level of not agreeing with something she did.
“Can you stand?”, the colonel asked and you nodded, slowly rising from the chair. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight and you instinctively grabbed onto whats next to you, which just so happened to be Ricks Arm.
After making sure you had gathered enough strength, he began to walk with you towards the door.
time skip
It’s been a little over a week now since they’ve brought you here — you think. Every day was the same. Sitting on the cold floor of your cell, staring at the camera in the corner of your ceiling, some guard bringing you food, you not eating it, some guard taking it away again and reporting everything to someone, more staring at the camera, someone bringing you food again, you not eating it again, the guard taking it away again and reporting everything, all over again, everyday.
The only slightest bit good and entertaining thing was the colonel — Rick Flag, as you learned was his name — checking up on you every now and then when he didn’t have anything better to do. You didn’t quite understand why Rick was making efforts to look after you, just for you to not answer his questions anyways, but you appreciated it. It made everything a little more bearable.
Of course, you were one of the bad guys, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a life outside of assassinations.
When you weren’t working for other bad guys, you loved to just sit in your apartment and read, you loved to go onto high buildings and watch over the city. You dreamed of leaving everything behind and exploring the world someday. You worked at your favourite coffee shop, hell you even had a cat. The thought of your only friend being probably already dead or suffering made you sad, but what could you do about it?
Sometimes, you wish you hadn’t picked the path you were on, but looking back at the time you chose to work for the bad guys, you didn’t really have a choice.
Your train of thoughts was interrupted, when you heard the door to your cell open. Hoping it would be Rick, you looked up, your eyes only half open from the lack of strength you had. What you did not expect was to see Amanda Waller standing in front of you, Rick Flag behind her.
“Stand up”, the woman demanded. You listened, as it was of no use to resist her orders. You slowly got up on your feet, which didn’t last long, since you almost immediately fell over, landing painfully hard on your knees. To your suprise, Rick immediately rushed to your side, helping you stand up again.
“I don’t need him on missions like this”, Waller spoke as she watched you lean onto Rick for support. “Take him to the base, the council and I will be waiting there in the meeting room for him.” With that, Waller left again.
The way to the car wasn’t long, but with you almost not being able to stand on you own, let alone walk on your own, it took a little longer, which only fueled your anxiety. The ride to the base was even worse though, since nobody talked and you had five guards sitting around you.
Finally arriving at the door of the meeting room, which was located in the base, the two guards standing in front of it immediately opened the door as soon as they saw the colonel.
The room was quiet at an instance, when you stepped a food inside, Rick following very close behind you — just in case something should happen.
Amanda Waller stood in front of a group of suit wearing men who all sat at one big round table, most likely discussing something. She gestured you to come next to her, to which you complied.
“And who is this now, Director Waller? A new addition to your group of- freaks?”, asked one of the men as he looked you up and down, probably doubting that someone like you could be much of an good asset.
“This, Gentlemen,”, she grabbed your arm and moved you a little forward, making you almost tumble “is Y/N L/N or ‘Shadow’, he was an assassin for almost five years now, working for several other bad guys. Nobody got a hold of him till now due to his teleporting ability. He has over a hundred confirmed kills and not once did anyone ever get near him. I’m using these electric cuffs”, she grabbed your arm again and lifted it up to present the metal cuff, which was secured around your arm “to block his powers, which means he cannot teleport, as long as the electric shocks are on full power. As soon as I turn down the power a little, he can use his power, it is more draining and limited to a certain radius, but it works. I have him under full control and I want him on the team.” Murmurs broke out between the people in the room, as soon as she finished.
“I’m sorry, director, but do you really think it’s a good idea to put another- another misfit on that team? They’re bad guys and will always stay bad guys, and their freaky abilities make them even more dangerous.”, one of the men in suits spoke.
“As I said, I have him under full control, gentlemen. Let me demonstrate.”, Amanda spoke, turning to you, as the people sitting at the table sat back.
Waller took out some kind of remote and tapped on something. First your body tensed due to all the stress and pain you were under at the moment, but as soon as Amanda tapped on the remote, the electric shocks suddenly weren’t as intense as they were before, and your whole body relaxed, your eyes almost watering due to the wave of relief washing over you.
Rick was more than tense while watched the whole situation, only realizing in how much pain you actually were when Waller turned down the intensity of the electric shocks emmitting from the metallic cuffs you were wearing.
Waller looked you in the eyes with a serious expression on her face. “You disobey, you die, got that?” And suddenly you remembered the injection they gave you, when they first brought you here.
Seeing you had no other choice than obeying her, you simply gave her a small nod and looked around the room, taking in every detail. You looked at the small table in front of you, spotting a sharp knife, which you figured was put there by Amanda specifically for you in this exact situation.
With fast movements, you grabbed the knife and teleported to the other side of the room, holding the knife to one of the mens throat. Everyone in the room stiffened even more, and you heard at least three guns clicking.
Looking up, your eyes met Rick’s, before you looked over to Waller, who was already fixated on you. You slowly pressed the knife more against the man’s throat, wanting to see what Waller was going to do. The next electric shock came and you almost yelled out in pain, letting the knife fall, teleporting back to Waller and falling to your knees, clutching the metal around your neck.
Rick wanted to rush to help you, but was quickly held back by Amanda, gesturing him to wait.
“As you can see, I can control his powers however i want to, and should he disobey in any way, or should his powers bolt”, she tilted your head with her finger, than pressed onto the spot on your neck where they injected you, “he dies.”
Still staring at the ground, you swallowed harshly. You’ve never wanted to go back in time and undo all the bad things that happened so badly like in this specific moment. Maybe if you’re parents hadn’t ever found about your ability, you would still be at home, with your family, not here, being tortured by some government lady who wanted to use you as a weapon.
“There’s one more thing. I don’t need him on any mission in this shape. He needs to recover, quickly, and while doing so, I want him under Rick Flags complete supervision. It might cost a little more effort, but think about of how much use he will be for us”, Amanda said, a mischievous expression crossing her face for a few seconds, that going unnoticed by you and pretty much everyone else in the room.
time skip
Three whole months had passed. You’ve been staying with Rick ever since Amanda Waller announced that he had to fully supervise you.
The time you spent with Rick made you feel as if everything wasn’t so bad after all. Occasional talking here and there, Rick cooking something for the both of you every now and then, you almost felt normal again — weren’t there the electric cuffs reminding you of what was real every few minutes.
Over the past three months, your sleep only got worse. You got used to the constant pain by now, but the electricity didn’t only affect you physically, it also messed up your thoughts like hell. Sometimes you didn’t know where up and down was anymore, everything was all over the place inside your mind.
That was also the reason, you were up right now, in the middle of the night, sitting at the big window in your bedroom, looking over the city. You hugged your knees tightly to your chest, and rested you chin on them, letting a few tears slip. You hadn’t cried in a long time, but you were just so exhausted. You were never this close to giving up than right now. Nothing seemed to ever be okay again, you couldn’t do anything but accept your fate.
Being to entangled in your own thoughts, you didn’t hear your bedroom door open.
It didn’t take Rick a long time to spot you in your place at the window. He just came home from a mission that Amanda Waller had wanted you on, but Rick insisted on giving you a little more time to deal with everything.
The tall man closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, which seemed to not be quiet enough, since you jumped slightly at the noise, quickly standing up and turning around. Rick gave you an apologetic look, before slowly walking towards you, “I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked, I just wanted to check up on you and see if you’re alright-“ “It’s fine, I’m fine”, you interrupted him, wiping your tears quickly, taking a deep breath.
Rick frowned, he had never seen you cry before. He cared too much for you and he knew it, he just couldn’t help himself. Stopping in front of you, he looked down at you, only for his eyes to meet yours. For a moment, you both got lost in each others eyes, before you ripped your gaze away, looking to the side.
“Do you want anything else from me?”, you asked shakily, getting a little nervous with his burning stare on you.
“I actually do, yes-“, he hesitated for a moment. You looked up at him with a questioning expression. “Close your eyes”, you complied, closing your eyes slightly, one hand moving to hold onto Rick’s shirt so you didn’t lose your balance. You felt him lean down slightly, till you could fell his warm breath on your cheek. You surpressed a shiver, as he carefully tilted your head.
Now, you didn’t really know what to expect; you and Rick had gotten closer but you weren’t sure, if there were actual romantic feelings, or if he just pitied you, so a kiss wasn’t exactly what you expected. But you definitely would’ve expected it more than what happened next.
A small ‘click’ echoed through the dark room, the next thing you knew was, that all the pain suddenly disappeared. Your eyes watered when you felt Rick’s fingers carefully removing the heavy metallic cuffs around your wrists and neco, pure relief washing over you. Your leaned your body onto Rick’s, unable to support your own weight for a few moments.
When you had finally gained control over your own body again, you moved back a few centimetres and looked up to Rick, who met your confused eyes. “I couldn’t bear to see you in so much pain any longer, so I triedmy best to convince her and I’d say I’m lucky that she trusts me with you.”, the colonel smiled a little, raising a hand to softly carress your cheek. Your eyes widened. He quickly removed his hand again and apologized, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
Rick took a step back, still being careful so you didn’t lose balance again, “I should go, and you should sleep, you need to be well rested and-“
You were fast to interrupt him by taking a quick step towards him, getting a little on your tiptoes, before pressing a small kiss to Rick’s lips. You carefully looked him in the eyes again, “I don’t know either, but it just felt like the right thing to do.”
It took the man a few seconds to process what just happened, but when he did, he was quick to kiss you again, his soft lips over yours, moving slowly, as you kissed back. He put his hands on your waist, while you locked yours behind his neck. You kissed for a few moments, before the both of you had to breathe again. “Thank you”, you whispered against Rick’s lips, before receiving another small peck. “Sleep with me tonight?”, he asked quietly, getting lost in your eyes again. You gave him a small nod, allowing him to pick you up and carry you to his room, both of you smiling as you fell onto the mattress.
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ENHYPEN Imagines
pairing: lee heeseung x reader
summary: being the most popular students in your school, everyone can’t help but to ship heeseung and you. it was okay for you since you really like him but heeseung was just okay with it because of the benefits he gets from it.
word count: 6.4k
warnings: extra spicy and cursing
a/n: here’s heeseung’s version of niki’s concept in campus heart-throb. I will maybe post Sunoo’s after posting his prince one shot. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one because I actually had fun. ksksksk have a nice day 🌸
“y/n, how about you? will you be at the game later?” one of your classmates suddenly had asked you while you’re at the library.
It was library period and you were just silently reading a book while some of your classmates were chatting at the table where you’re sitting.
Your head raised up to face them and you already saw all of their eyes darted at you. “What kind of question was that? Of course y/n will be there. Her Heeseung will be playing, right?” one of them answered even before you can talk.
They cheered and even showed you a teasing smile. You can’t help a smirk to spread across your face after hearing how they address Heeseung as yours.
The librarian shushed you that made you chuckle and you signaled to them to just be quiet. They let out small giggles as they decided to talk more quietly again. You, on the other hand was thinking about Lee Heeseung.
A small smile was still plastered over your face as you think about him. He’s one of the most popular student in your school, president of the student council and captain of the basketball team. He was indeed the ideal type and everyone in the academy knows him.
Girls also go crazy for him but they can only stare from a far since you exist. Students in your school was shamelessly shipping the two of you with each other. They think you’ll both make a perfect couple.
You’re labeled as one of the prettiest girl in your campus. Smart, from a well-known family, and captain of the campus cheerleaders. Just like Heeseung, boys at your school adores you but they don’t even bother as they know you were already his.
It’s all almost perfect except for one tiny thing... Lee Heeseung doesn’t like you. If you’re crazy for him, he don’t even feel anything for you.
You were snapped back from reality when someone gently taps your shoulder. And when you look over the girls at your table, they have this teasing smile so you already have a clue who it was.
“Hm?” your eyes met his serious eyes as you turn and face him. He has this smile but only you can tell that it was fake.
“I won’t be able to wait for you. I’ll be off to somewhere. I’ll just see you at the game.” he mumbled enough for the students at the table to hear.
You smiled and nodded your head at him. He smirked and leaned down over to give you a gentle kiss at your forehead. Lightly shutting your eyes at the process, you can feel your heart racing by the sudden affection.
It wasn’t new, really. You two were used to giving shows for those people who ships you two. He needed this, he’ll stay more popular if he acts like this. Popularity secures his position as the student council president. In short, he was using you and taking advantage of the situation.
You weren’t ignorant about it. He was straight-forward when he said that to you. He also told you that since you love attentions so much, you can use him as well so students eyes follows you all the time. It was a good deal so you agreed. And besides, you have feelings for him.
He nodded once before smiling over at the students at the table before he turned and walk away. Your eyes were glued at him as he coolly walk out of the library. Eyes were following him as always.
“Huwaaa you two are so perfect for each other, y/n!”
“Yeah right. I envy you so much.”
“Heeseung is so hot, y/n. How can you survive him?”
They were talking nonstop and all your response was just a small smile. Even if it sounds a bit rude, you enjoyed looking how other people envy you.
“You’re a bit late.” your head snapped over at the side when somebody suddenly talked.
Your brows furrowed hardly as you saw Jay leaning over the wall, both of his hands were inside his pocket.
“Jay? Why are you here outside and why aren’t you wearing your jersey?” you asked, now approaching him.
The corner of his lips raised up and he faced you giving you a full view of his bruise at the side of his face. Your mouth fell a bit.
“I was suspended so I cannot play for today’s game.” he said a smile now plastered over his face.
“What happened to you? Did you had that checked?” you were worried for him of course. He’s your friend and you’re close to him so seeing him at a state like that made you worried.
“It’s fine. Don’t you want to go inside? The game’s starting already.” he said and even tilted his head towards the auditorium.
You can already hear muffled screams and cheers from the inside. You gave him a nod before he gently grab your things from you so he can carry it for you. Jay’s a legit trouble maker but he’s a gentlemen so it wasn’t really surprising for you anymore.
The auditorium was crowded as expected. You had to squished yourself through the pile of students and thankfully Jay was there. His firm arms helped you so you wouldn’t be just bumped by somebody. You gave him a smile as you two arrived at the seat Heeseung had saved for you.
You saw how the players ran over the other side of it, the ball was at the opponent. Heeseung was very attentive and so focused in the game making him ten times more attractive. You really love it whenever he’s so focus about something.
The game continued and of course, Heeseung was the highlight of the game. You just smile while watching him enjoy the whole game. The whole auditorium went wild whenever he makes shots.
They won the game and you just watch as his members hover around him. They cheered and celebrated for their victory.
“You wanna go approach them?” your head snapped over at Jay when he asked you that and you just gave him a small nod.
He smirked and led you towards the court. Students paved way as they saw you approaching, they already know what you came for. His team member’s eyes darted you and you didn’t mind the obvious desires that lingers over their eyes. For you, it was only Heeseung that matters. He’s the only one who exist for you.
You smiled at him as a small smile appeared over his lips as well. He tilted his head one of his eyebrows raising at you. His arm opened a bit, indicating a victory hug.
“Congratulations, my mvp.” you said, enough for the crowd to go wild and tease the two of you.
Heeseung felt the playful nudges of his team-mates over him. He chuckled and shake his head side by side with a slow phase. “Where’s my kiss then?” he asked, sounding like as if he was challenging you.
You rolled your eyes as a small smirk appeared over your face. With a brave expression, you approached him and quickly snaked your arms over his nape to pull him towards you. The whole auditorium roars as the students saw you two making out. One of his arms slid over to your waist to pull you closer to him.
After the kiss, he pull away and rested his forehead at yours. You looked straight to his eyes, “Oh how you love the crowd, Y/n.” he whispered at you.
You chuckled, “Don’t say it like I’m the only one.” and you gave him one last gentle kiss at his cheeks before you move away from him.
He told you that he will just take a shower so you gave him a nod sending him off. You were left there together with Jay. He greeted you with his signature smirk.
“That’s quite a show.” he said that made you roll your eyes. Nobody knew about your set-up except from you and Hee’s friends.
“I was just planning to give him a peck. He was the one who deepened the kiss.” you explained because that was really the original plan. To give him a peck but Heeseung pulled you closer so you were a bit carried away.
Jay let out a chuckle, “Who would let the chance of making out with y/n slip away?” he said that made you chuckle at him.
You walked closer to him and leaned towards him, face inches away from you. “So you will make out with me if I insisted?” you joked at him. Well, you’ve been friends with them for a while too so you’re comfortable with them.
You saw a glitch of darkness pass through his eyes before he smirked at you. He raised his hand and put his two fingers over your forehead before gently pushing you away from him.
“Stop talking nonsense, y/n.” and he scoffed at you. He handed you your things before putting both of his hands inside his pocket.
“You should wait for Heeseung here. I’ll get going.” and he waved at you before turning his back and walking away.
You chuckled and just rolled your eyes before waiting patiently for Heeseung.
“Where’s your victory party?” you asked Heeseung as you walked side by side after he showered.
Now, he looked extra handsome while wearing his clean fresh white shirt paired with his black jogging pants. He do look really really attractive, with that slight wet hair. His gym bag hangs at one of his shoulder while he held your small bag using his hand. You can’t help but to bite your lip as you stare at him.
“Frat house? I’m not yet sure.” he answered. You two started walking out of the auditorium. There’s still a lot of students left and their eyes were quickly darted at your direction right away.
“Dude that three point shot at the end was perfect!” one of his team-mate walk beside the two of you.
You just gave him a smile as his eyes went over you from time to time. Heeseung responded with a thank you as you felt his hand rest over the small of your back, making sure you are closely beside him.
“Will you go eat with us before going home to get ready for the victory party?” his team-mates once again asked.
“Nah, I think I’ll spend some time with my lucky charm first. I’ll just meet you later at the party.” he said politely as he tapped his shoulder before guiding you to walk faster, dismissing any chances of him to talk again.
A small smirk appeared at your face as you two walk over to his car. “That was rude.” you mumbled as he send last wave at his team-mates then opened the door for you.
He scoffed running his hand over at his hair once, “He was annoying.” he shrugged his shoulders off before telling you to go inside.
You were checking your phone as he finally get inside. Expecting for him to start the engine already, you kept yourself busy with your phone but then you noticed he wasn’t doing anything.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, worried.
His eyes were already darted over at you-- on your exposed thigh to be specific. A smirk slowly spreads through your face as you tilt your head at the side.
“Enjoying the view? My eyes are up here, Hee.” you pointed out and even snapped your fingers in front of his face to catch his attention.
He looked up at you, “Yeah, I do and I bet all of my team-mates enjoyed it too.” you saw how his jaw clenched hardly.
You pursed your lips trying to suppress a smile to form, this shouldn’t be the time to be happy about the situation, y/n. Heeseung did said to you that he doesn’t feel the same way and even rejected you for a hundred times already. But this is one of those times where he kind of gives you missed signals.
“I wore this for you, Heeseung.” you said and smiled innocently at him. Your hand rested over at his face and you saw how he seriously eyed you.
His hand raised and held unto your wrist, with a smirk he started pulling you to straddle above him.
“Then prove it to me.” and without even warning you he pulled your face closer to his causing both of your lips to crash with each other.
You groaned a bit as you felt him bite your lower lip making you open your mouth slightly. Heeseung took the opportunity to slid in his tongue as his hands slowly undress you.
You gasped as he pull away from the kiss. His lips made contact with your neck and you let out small moans as you slowly felt his erection.
“If you didn’t made it clear that you don’t have feelings for me, I might think you're jealous right now.” you mumbled.
Heeseung was continually placing wet kisses all over your neck and as he made it over at the upper part of your chest, he shamelessly suck the skin marking you.
He leaned away and starred at his work for a while before he looked over at your eyes.
“I don’t like it when other people take interest over my toy.” and you felt his big hands rested over your tiny waist before he kissed you once again.
“I’ll pick you up at 8pm.” Heeseung said after rolling down his car window after he dropped you over at your house.
“For what?”
“Victory party. You need to be there as my date.” he said seriously. You bit your lower lip as you just gave him a small nod before waving at him.
He smirked, “Show people my masterpiece.” he shouted lastly before droving away.
You rolled your eyes after chuckling then just decided to just go inside your shared apartment with your cousin.
“Oh~ someone had fun.” you rolled your eyes as you plopped over the sofa.
“I didn’t know you were home, Jake.” you acknowledged him as you saw him sitting at one of the single sofas.
“Yeah, I went home to rest for a while because of the party later.” he said and shrugged his shoulders off.
You rolled your eyes at him, “You’re going? You know what? You have to stop fucking different girls per day, Jake. That’s not gonna be good for you.” you tried lecturing your cousin.
He smirked, “I don’t do that everyday, y/n. What are you even talking about?”
You sighed, okay maybe that was exaggerated but the thought was still there.
“I don’t even know why girls still fall for your trap. Everyone in the campus obviously know how bad of playboy you are.” you mumbled and rested your head at the backrest of the sofa.
Jake let out a snicker of laugh, “It's because of this, y/n. This--” he said pointing over his face that made you roll your eyes.
“This is the key to everything! It’s because I have a face of an angel.” he added.
You can’t disagree to him because he’s partly right. If you look at him the first time and you don’t know him, you’ll probably think that he’s very innocent. But that’s not the case, he’s very much corrupted.
“So where did you two did it this time?” Jake asked casually as his reached over the remote to open the television.
You were close to your cousin and he knew about Heeseung and everything about it. He’s cool with it as long you’re happy with your set-up.
You gulped as you fished your phone and acted like as if you’re doing something important.
“In the car.” you answered like nothing.
You can see from your peripheral that he turned his head at your direction.
“Woah, in his car? Really? Again, y/n?” he sounds like he can’t believe it. You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily.
“You two seriously need to stop doing the deed in his car. I sometimes hitch with hyung and to think you do the nasty there makes me uncomfortable.”
“Then don’t hitch anymore. You have your car for a reason.” you can’t remember how many times have you rolled your eyes already but you once again did it.
You stood up and decided to go to your room and leave him at the living room.
“Ah seriously. I just can’t understand why Heeseung hyung enjoys the thrill of getting caught.” Jake even shrugged his shoulders.
“Whatever.” and you finally left him there. He’s really annoying.
Heeseung did pick you up for the party and as you two enter, a lot of people were already there. Attentions quickly went over at the two of you as he was the main reason why there’s a party.
He stood proud beside you while his arms were possessively locked over your waist. Well, who wouldn’t be proud to have you as their date? You’re y/n after-all.
They had this cute short program for the team that made everyone laugh as they call them one by one. They were asked to give short speeches just to be fun.
“And lastly, for our MVP! Lee Heeseung.” the mc had called his name as the crowd cheered for him. Heeseung smiled and stood up from his seat which is beside you. He walked towards this small platform and a spotlight was pointed at him.
He chuckled, “Ah this isn’t necessary but yeah, I want to thank everyone for supporting and congratulating us. For coach,” he said and raised his fist for him. The crowd chuckled and so did you.
And then his eyes soon darted over you. “And of course, to my lucky charm.” he added and soon another spotlight was at you now. The crowd started teasing the two of you.
You tried smiling as your heart ache for some reason. Breath hitched at the current situation, even though you know any of this wasn’t true, you can’t help but to feel butterflies over your stomach.
“Thank you for always being there for me, y/n.” he said and he smiled meaningfully as his eyes starred right at you.
Your smile faltered a bit as you know how sarcastic his smile was. It hurts for you to know that your feelings aren’t being returned.
Your eyes roamed around as they cheered for you to go join Heeseung at the platform. You had no choice because they were really pushing you already. He was just waiting for you and when you were beside him, he then pulled you in a kiss that made the crowd roar in excitement.
As the night went deeper, people get drunker as well. You were already with some of your girl friends when Heeseung told you that he’ll just go meet his friends. You agreed, mind still occupied of what happened at the short program.
And when you noticed that Jay was already flirting at some random girls, your brows furrowed as you started seeing his friends having their own businesses.
“I’ll just go and look for Heeseung.” you told your friends and they just nodded their heads at you.
You, then proceed on looking for him since it’s really getting late and you’re starting to feel sleepy. When you turned over the corner, you saw him sitting at a couch, beside him was a girl. You don’t know her and you’re sure she isn’t from your school.
You balled your fist, starting to feel jealousy took over you. With chin raised high, you walked over at them. Good thing the students around them were pretty much wasted so they don’t have any clue that Lee Heeseung was flirting with some stranger.
”Heeseung, i’m sleepy. Take me home.” you interrupted rudely. Both of their heads snapped over your side. Heeseung’s forehead furrowed and you sort of saw that he was a bit pissed. The girl broke into a smirk.
“Oh look, your lucky charm.” you heard how she emphasize the words lucky charm and it annoyed you so much.
“Then go and find Jake to take you home, y/n.” you were dumbfounded when you heard Heeseung said that. How can he tell you that?
With a pained expression you held unto his arm when he once again turned to face the girl, “No, you took me here so you have to take me back home.” you were serious when you said it.
If you saw him a bit pissed a while ago, this time he really looked like he’s really mad. You let go from him, kind of got scared of the way he looked at you.
“There’s no more crowd, y/n. There’s no need for that anymore.” he said with a blank look over his eyes.
You stepped backward from him, “So would you please leave me alone? I’m busy right now.” he said before he turned his head without glancing over at you again.
A tear fell from your eyes as you slowly backed away from them. You saw how the girl teasingly waved at you and seems like she was really enjoying what’s happening.
You sniffed and harshly wiped off your tear before turning and left the scene. You fished your phone to go and dial your cousin’s number. Your chest was hurting so much that you can’t even process things properly.
“Jake where are you?” you said as you heard him answered his phone. You can hear muffled sounds from the other line.
“Y/n? Why? I’m somewhere.” you rolled your eyes because you know so well what that means.
“I want to go home. Pick me up back here in the party.”
“What? Where’s Heeseung? He took you there so he should-”
“He can’t take me home.” you cut him before he can even continue what he was saying.
“Why? Wait, I’m currently in the middle of something so--”
“Never mind, i’ll just go home by myself.” you said and was about to end the call when he talk again.
“What? No! Wait up, I’ll go there. It’s late already you can’t go home by yourself. Where’s Jay anyway?” he asked and you once again heard muffled sounds from his line.
“I don’t know where Jay is--”
“I’m here.” your head snapped over to the side when you heard someone interrupted you.
It was Jay and his brows furrowed as he saw your tear-stained face. “Great! Pass him the phone, y/n.” Jake said from the other line.
You sighed and gave Jay the phone. You have no energy to fight with him anymore so you just followed what he told you.
Jay talked to your cousin for a while but you didn’t really understand what it is because your mind was spacing out. He handed you back your phone after the call before he starred right at your eyes then smiled warmly.
“Let’s go, let me take you home, pretty.” he mumbled softly and you pursed your lips trying to stop yourself from crying.
Jay did take you home that night, it was a silent ride but you were somehow at peace. To know that he was just there beside you, calms you down. He was very reliable and a very nice friend to you.
“Thank you for taking me home, Jay.” you smiled a little at him.
He chuckled and extended his hand and gently messed your hair.
“Anything for you. Go inside since it’s cold.” he said and pointed the door using his chin.
“Your jacket?” you asked and motioned him his jacket that you were wearing.
“Keep it.” you starred at him for a while before you waved at him then went inside.
The next day in school, you were silent all the time. They were asking you what’s wrong but you just smile at them saying that you were just tired.
Heeseung acted like as if he wasn’t an asshole yesterday. He was doing the same things like nothing happened, walk with you in hallways, eat with you and now taking you home. You were at the parking lot of the school and there’s almost no students left.
“I really don’t like the way you acted last night, Heeseung.” you opened up.
You like him--no, you actually love him. One reason why you still kept up with this set-up with him. But last night, you were really hurt and you can’t let him do that to you all the time.
Heeseung rolled his eyes as he looked over at your side, “If you’re worrying for your image, don’t worry. Everyone was wasted that time.”
“Is that why you flirted with that bitch and sent me off like I’m no one?” you asked him. His face turned dark as he grabbed you by the wrist.
“Don’t call her like that.” you never saw Heeseung that way and it really scared you.
You gulped trying to act strong in front of him, “Well she deserves to be called like that by how she acts yesterday.”
Heeseung then smirked at you, “Then how should you be called? You let me fuck you here in my car like a slu--” you slapped him hard even before he can finish his sentence off.
He was dumbfounded as he raised his head to look over at you. Heeseung doesn’t know what to feel when he saw your eyes filled with tears. He was lost of words and his mind was clouded that’s why he didn’t have the chance to stop you the moment you walked out of his car.
You were crying so hard that you didn't even realized that you had dialed Jay’s number instead of Jake’s.
“Hello, y/n?”
“Please pick me up.” you said between your sobs.
Jay was in the middle of practice when he saw you calling. They were having a water break and without even thinking twice, he ran out of there ignoring the shouts of their coach.
“What happened?” he asked as he went out of his car. He was still wearing his basketball shorts but now wearing his plain white t-shirt.
His face looked so worried as you approach him with a blank face. You tried smiling at him to ease his worry but you just saw how he clenched his jaw hardly.
He raised his hand to cup your face gently, “If you don’t feel like smiling, don’t smile.” he said and he raised your chin so you can meet his eyes.
“And if you want to cry, then cry. It will help you feel better.” and that was your cue. You cried so hard in his shoulders that you even had a hard time breathing.
That time, you felt safe inside his embrace while Jay’s lips were near your ears whispering you calming words and his hands ran smoothly over your back.
You slept in Jay’s place that night because you don’t want your cousin to see at that state. Jay spent the night comforting you and you were very thankful for him. You don’t know what you’re gonna do if he wasn’t there.
“If it’s hurting you that much, stop with that set-up already.” he suggested while handing you over a bowl of popcorn.
You pursed your lips while watching him set up the movie.
“I love him.”
“But he’s hurting you.” he said, eyes still fixed over the television.
You stayed quiet and wait for Jay to lay beside you to give you cuddles for that night. You felt safe and a lot better because of him.
The next day, Heeseung was a bit spacing out. What happened in his car kept on replaying over his mind and he just can’t help but to curse himself.
His eyes darted over at the door of the classroom as he saw someone going inside. It was you and he saw how your eyes really looked puff, probably because of all the crying.
He was so worried and was about to call you out when another person followed behind you. You turn your head before chuckling at that person.
“Here, wear this. You look funny.” he suggested and handed you a sunglasses. You laughed but followed what he had said.
Eyes of the students followed the two of you including Heeseung. He watch how Jay sat beside you and rested his hand at the back of your chair. He saw how he lean closer to whisper something at your ear that will make you laugh.
He felt strange an unknown feeling taking over him. Were you always like this with Jay? Well, Jay’s naturally flirty so he’s not shock at all but to think you act like that around him lit up something weird inside him.
He was still deep in thoughts when the bell rang. He snapped back to reality when Jake tapped him lightly at the shoulder to tell him that they need to go at the cafeteria.
He gave him a short nod before he saw Jay walked out behind Jake. He was about to turn back at where you’re sitting but you were already standing beside his seat.
Heeseung was actually surprised as he stare at you, he watched how you raised the sunglasses showing off your eyes before smiling.
“Let’s go eat.” you mumbled with your usual smile but unlike before Heeseung knew it wasn’t sincere.
He nodded after gulping, trying to get rid of that lump over his throat. Some students pass by over the two of you and you greeted them with a soft smile.
You two walked together over at the cafeteria like the usual routine. He was really clueless but somehow a but relieved that you didn’t shut him off completely.
As dismissal came, he was already plotting how he’ll say sorry to you. He was actually nervous as you both walked side by side over to his car. You were giggling moments ago with Jay but as he went in a different direction and was left alone with him, you grew silent.
Heeseung opened the car door for you but you were still silent after muttering a low thank you. He walked around and went inside his car. The drive was suffocating that’s why he cannot find the right timing to say his apologize for you.
“uh, y/n.” he tried catching your attention because you were already busy with your phone.
“huh?” you asked coldly not even sparing him any glance.
“I just want to say sorry for yesterday. It was an asshole move.” he said. He stopped the car because of the red light giving you a chance to actually look at him.
Heeseung was taken aback at how you look at him. It was cold and blank. He can’t even recognize you, it was very different at how you look at him before.
“Don’t mention it. I understand.” was your cold response to him.
He wasn’t satisfied and he was about to talk again but the green light appeared. He once again continued driving and you went back on texting over your phone. Heeseung tightly gripped unto the stirring wheel.
“Drop me off just there, Heeseung.” he was pulled back to reality when you suddenly talked.
His brows furrowed in confusion as he saw that you were pointing over to a place not even near your place.
“Do you need to go somewhere else? I can go with you.” he offered.
You looked at him and his heart ache as he saw that cold stares again. You smiled but he can tell that they were fake.
“It’s okay, Jay’s gonna pick me up here. Thanks for the ride, take care.” you said before going out of his car without even letting him to bid good bye.
Heeseung sat at his car dumbfounded. It happened really quickly that he wasn’t even able to stop you, just like what happen yesterday. He rested his head over the stirring wheel as he slowly sort out his feelings.
He was pretty clear that he doesn’t like you. Yeah, you were ideal. Beautiful, smart, sociable and have a great status in life but he just doesn’t seem interested in you... before. You were always vocal of how you feel towards him, making it easier for him to figure you out. Maybe that was the reason why he don’t take interest in you. Seeing you now slowly slipping off from him makes him mad. Not at you but to himself.
The days continued that way. You act like nothing’s wrong but obviously there is an invisible wall slowly grew between Heeseung and you. It was the other way for Jay tho, you two became even more close. The more days you dripped away from him, the more he have come to realized that he was indeed in love with you.
“This ain’t gonna work. You need to stop hanging out with Jay that often. They’re starting to make rumors that you are cheating over me with one of my friends.” one dismissal, you were planning to peacefully go home but it seems like Heeseung had reached his limit.
You sighed, “Fuck rumors.”
He was surprised at how you responded. If it was the old you who cares so much about your image, you would’ve take his suggestions but no. Jay had told you that there’s something else you need to care other than caring for what’s the other people are thinking of you. You realized that he was right.
“Y/n...” Heeseung sounded helpless as he calls out to you.
Actually, that was his last resort to keep you from leaving him. He may appear to be in control of the situation but the truth is, he was very worried. He’s afraid you’ll leave him and he knew so well that he ain’t gonna take it so well. He’ll go crazy. He cannot lose you.
You let out a heavy sigh once again and you turn to face him, “This isn’t working anymore, Heeseung. I’m out of this set-up. I know you can still win the next election for student council president even without my help.” you mumbled continuously before you attempted to open the door of his car.
Heeseung was still processing everything. He can’t believe you really said that to him. Between the two of you, he was expecting him to pull out of this set-up.
He went back to his senses as he quickly grabbed your wrist, refraining to let you go.
“I love you, y/n.” he blurted out.
You were stunned at the sudden confession. You weren’t expecting it and to think that it was from Heeseung was unbelievable. You scoffed at him and starred at him with full sarcasm.
“You’re just saying that because you’re afraid of what you’ll gonna lose.”
Heeseung clenched his jaw, “Yeah, and that’s you.”
You starred right at his eyes and you can see that he is sincere but still, the pain that he caused you tells you that it’s not enough for you.
So instead of believing him, you chuckled, “Good-bye, Heeseung.” and you shoved away his hold from you before going out of his car and left.
The next week, Heeseung was not himself. He was lost and everyone took notice of it and instantly indicating that it has something to do with you. The students around the campus had concluded that the two of you may have fought each other.
Heeseung was always lifeless, like as if he had no will of living anymore. He was always quiet and serious, everyone is really surprised and worried about him.
And when their basketball game for their finals came, you planned on going since Jay invited you, you were greeted by their stressed out faces.
“What’s wrong?” you asked Jay handing him the drink you bought for him.
He smiled a little, “Heeseung hyung is not here.” he said.
You furrowed your brows because you know how Heeseung was never late in his games. You roamed your eyes around and you didn’t saw him anywhere.
“y/n, can you do me a favor and please call him for me?” his coach even approaches you that you quickly agreed on.
You stepped outside of the auditorium for less noises and quickly dialed his number. It took him three rings before he picked it up.
“Yah! Lee Heeseung? Where the hell are you?” you sounds frustrated and mad at him. Even if you called off the set-up, you still worry for him of course. You know how much he wanted to win so it is a very big deal for him.
“Home.”
“Home? Your game will start in 5 minutes!”
“I know.” you were out of words after hearing him say that. You thought he just lost track of time but to hear that he knew confused you.
“Then why are you still there? Go here now.”
“I’m not gonna play.” his voice sounds so firm.
“What do you mean you’re not gonna play? Are you crazy? You wanted so bad to win this and you needed this for--”
“I don’t need that. You’re the one I need.” you were dumbfounded.
“Heeseung,”
“Tell Jay I said good luck.” and he turn off the call.
You were stoned at your position the whole time and when you finally went back inside, the game was starting and they were left behind. Jay’s pretty much trying his best and of course, he’s scoring. But the duo from the other team just can’t be hand just by him.
They lost their first game in their finals and everyone seems to look so gloomy about it. Some of them were wondering why the Ace wasn’t there and you don’t know what to say to them.
The next day, it was the time where the candidates for the student council president will make a speech in front of the students. You were kind of worried for Heeseung because lately, he wasn’t himself.
Thankfully, he did appeared at the stage. He was all serious and not even smiling. When it’s his turn to make a speech, he went in front and you can see that everyone’s anticipating for him.
“Good morning. I, Lee Heeseung is here in front of you to make my speech.” his eyes roam around and as he find yours, it remained. He was silent and not talking.
He sighed and a small smile appeared over his face. “Actually, I don’t know if I can do this.” he said that made almost everyone to gasp.
You looked at him with worry. “I used to think that being the student council president is a piece of cake. I convinced myself that I’m very much made for this. That I can do this because, I am Lee Heeseung.”
You saw how the corner of his mouth lifted a bit, “Everyone may know me as a very responsible student, a role model for my hoobaes, a good friend and a good boyfriend.” and his eyes settled at you.
His smile fell as tear slowly show over his sad eyes, “Don’t get me wrong, I am indeed all of those except from one.” he added.
A smile appeared over his face as a tear fell, “I haven’t been a good boyfriend for y/n causing me to lose the most precious girl I have ever known.”
Your eyes started to water as well as you listen to him. “After losing her, I realized that she’s everything to me. She was the one who gives me encouragement whenever I get tired of my works as a student council president. She gave me assurance whenever I get nervous before my games during basketball games. And most of all, she showers me love even if I’m flawed and imperfect.”
He bit his lower lip, “Y/n, I wanna tell you that I would rather lose all of this than to lose you.”
You pouted and quickly stood up to go over at the stage to give him the warmest hug. The student cheered as you two embrace each other.
“I love you.” you mumbled.
“I love you even more, baby.” heeseung can’t explain the happiness he was feeling as he locked you into his embrace. To have you close to him sure is what he needs the most.
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pairing: trevor belmont x fem reader
content: forced vampirism, monster slaying, main character death, pining, angst, mention of animal death, usage of the word ‘assault’ to refer vampires feeding on reader
- this was meant as platonic soulmates but it can be seen as romantic too
“It hurts…”
Feet dragging across the rocky ground, you heard screeches of pain from behind, though they soon diminished. You could only focus on the pulsing sensation at the side of your neck; it was like fire rushing through your veins.
Preoccupied with your agony, Belmont was able to sneak up. He raised his whip, ready to kill off the last of the creatures when you suddenly turned, and with glossy eyes you said, “Help me…”
The whip managed to leave a thin horizontal line across your cheek as he pulled back, causing blood to drip out slowly. Now illuminated by the moon, Belmont saw the damage on you. Skin exposed by the ripped clothes showed multiple bite marks. Blood stained the corner of your lips.
She’s been infected..
Belmont didn’t see a monster but a scared woman who’d just been assaulted by vampires. He knew what she’d turn into, but he couldn’t kill her… not when she looked at him like this. Sunrise was approaching so he had to act fast.
Draping his cloak onto your form, Belmont proceeded to carry you into the nearest building, which so happened to be where the carnage had occurred. Upon recognizing the place, you began to panic, shaking and looking at him with distrust. “You’re safe. I killed every last of those bloodsuckers.”
The two of you stayed like that for a while, in that shitty stinking room. Eventually tiredness overcame your senses; Belmont felt weight settle on his shoulder. He wonder how a vampire could look so innocent whilst sleeping.
“Hungry…”
You felt parched; it felt like your throat had dried up, barely able to utter a word.
“I know.”
A rabbit was placed in front of you. Blinking at it, you directed a confused glance at the man. “I’m—this is.. for me?” He nodded. Taking the animal with traces of disgust, you raised it to your mouth. Blood gushed into your mouth; feeding made a horrible slurping that would certainly haunt you but there was relief amongst those troubling feelings.
You gulped every last drop, draining the poor creature of its life. Still, your hunger and thirst weren’t satiated. Biting your lip, you pondered on the next move. Because this man had saved you, daring to kill him or even feed off him seemed… rude. Not to mention, he seemed way stronger than you in terms of experience. Prior to this, you were a regular citizen. Maybe you could run away?
“Here.”
Trevor could see your turmoil. Most vampires needed to drain at least one human every time they fed—if they were being generous. They could survive weeks without blood but it made them weaker. Besides, it was older vampires who had this kind of self control. Newborns tended to be more unstable.
“Just take it before I change my mind.”
You did as told, though you were still unsure. Hesitating, you licked your lips before nearing towards the vein on his wrist.
Trevor let out a grunt when your fangs pierced him. Although you tried to be gentle, it was an uncomfortable feeling nonetheless. As he became lightheaded and you full, the mouth that was attached to his wrist removed itself with a ‘pop’.
After making sure he was alright, you asked for his name. “Trevor. Trevor Belmont.”
“Oh..”
“……”
“Oh! I’m (Name) (Surname).”
─── ☾☼☽ ───
“It’s dangerous.”
“I still-still want to go!”
The last remnants of sun were gone. Ever since your first encounter with the rugged monster hunter, you refused to part from him, following the latter like a lost puppy.
“I’m not much of a fighter.. b-but watch this!”
On cue, you punched the nearest tree, cracking it and making a sizable hole. You looked back proudly towards Trevor; except when you tried to pull your hand out, you were having difficulty.
“Ah. It’s stuck.”
Trevor couldn’t help but chuckle, walking away, clearly amused with your display of power. You pulled harder, “Hold on! Don’t leave me alone! It’s scary..” you muttered the last part while chasing after him. Despite being a creature of the night, the world and its evils still frightened you.
At the sound of a branch snapping, you yelped, grabbing a piece of Trevor’s cloak for security.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Belmont when you punched a head clean off, practically decapitating one of the attackers. He might have been seriously injured if you had not intervened.
“Trevor.”
Gazing at you under the moonlight, he saw the hunger in your eyes as you held a man whom was still alive but struggling. His neck was exposed. Even so, you waited.
The Belmont turned away, giving you privacy to feed.
He knew that by allowing you to live, you would continue to take blood from others. Normally he wouldn’t feel soft towards a monster but whenever he thought of you, it was different.
His guilt was lessened when you drank from scum. Before putting the lives of innocents in danger, he would offer his own.
“Are you done?”
The corpse of the man was dropped unceremoniously as you joined Trevor, a light skip to your step.
─── ☾☼☽ ───
Despite adopting a nighttime lifestyle, Trevor was still human and had to conduct business during daylight hours.
He’d left your lodgings, which was an abandoned cottage, for a while. Nobody really passed through there anyway, so he thought you were safe. Worst came to worse, you could handle yourself. But as your self proclaimed protector, Trevor felt uneasy leaving you alone.
Maybe he should’ve listened to his gut because when he arrived, the door was wide open with dirty footprints leading in all the way to your coffin.
Two men had opened it—staring at the peaceful expression on your face, unaware that they were here to end you. To them it was obvious what you were. Even with that frilly white dress that made you look somewhat angelic, they couldn’t be fooled. As they raised their weapons to strike, Trevor used his whip. His sudden entrance startled them but it gave you the chance to wake up.
Eyes snapping open, you jumped onto the other man, taking both of you to the ground. His screams echoed shortly as you tore into his throat. The remaining one had no chance; Trevor left the room, closing the door on his way out, killing the light that entered and cutting off the way to escape.
Left alone with your prey, a smile crept up your face.
When you opened the door again, the dress which decorated your body was now stained red. There was hardly a clean piece on the material. Even so, you greeted Trevor with a hug.
“Trevor..”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“M-me too..”
─── ☾☼☽ ───
Forty years passed in the blink of an eye.
“You should retire.”
“Belmonts don’t retire. The only rest they get is when they’re dead.”
“Well I don’t want you to die.”
“I have to, someday.”
“No you don’t.”
It’s been like this for the past few years; Trevor was sixty now. His body didn’t look that of an aging man, but the expression on his face did. He’d seen too much and as time passed, it was harder to fight monsters by himself.
Of course you’d noticed that and suggested turning him. It was an ongoing discussion; Trevor didn’t fancy the idea of living an eternal life but the thought of leaving this earth without you was disheartening. He didn’t say it but the situation tore him apart.
There was also the fact that he was too old for you; forty years to be exact. You’d maintained your youth, looking lovely as ever. His doubts were shot down when you immediately said that you didn’t care about that.
“I just want you.”
He always kept pushing the conversation away and you were patient. Trevor supposed that you could’ve taken him by force if you wanted and when he inquired, you told him it would be like violating him, robbing him of the choice you were never given.
As understanding as you were; the time would come for him to decide and confront you about it.
That time was now.
He should have been more careful, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Trevor watched as the sun slowly descended. Would you make it here before he passed? Would he die without seeing you one last time?
When you woke night had already fallen. Trevor wasn’t home; he’d been late plenty of times before but this occasion felt different.
Upon stepping outside, the smell of blood hit you. It reeked, staining the very air. You immediately recognized the source—how could you not? You’d fed from Trevor countless times.
Rushing in that direction, you prayed to whatever entity was listening to keep Trevor safe. The world and its gods could condemn you, but not him.
Not him.
You found him sprawled on a big rock, a creature hovering over his crumpled figure. Without thinking, you tore it to pieces. Blood rained as his mangled body flew to various parts of the forest.
“Trevor!!!”
He let out a groan, which would’ve made you sigh in relief but his visible injuries proved otherwise. You were no doctor and even if you could carry him into town, it would be too late. There was no other option. If you didn’t do anything, you might lose him.
“Trevor. Let me do it.”
Still conscious enough to reply, “I don’t want to become—”
“A monster?”
“I cannot become what I sought to destroy..”
Tears escaped your eyes, blurring the image of the person whom you treasure most. “Please.. please please please..! Don’t leave me alone!”
You begged, knowing it was unfair to pressure him in such way but you couldn’t bare the thought of existing if he wasn’t present. He was your salvation, your companion…your world. And yet, he was being robbed from you.
So soon… It’s too soon!
You always imagined Trevor living well into old age, spending the remainder of his life with you, being happy. He was destined to die peacefully, not like this. Not in this shitty place, by the hands of a shitty monster!
“I can’t. I’m sorry..”
Grabbing his hands, you lowered your forehead on them, crying your heart out. It was unfair. Life was unfair.
“Kiss me.”
Despite the pain that he was in, Trevor found it in himself to smile. For you. “Kiss me one last time.” Tears dropped slowly as you heard him. Shaking your head; you couldn’t kill him.
“I want it to be you..”
His words struck a chord.
Lifting him by the neck in a gentle manner, you pushed the collar of his shirt aside, exposing his carotid. As you bit into his familiar skin once more, your other hand caressed him, trying to make this goodbye as painless as possible.
With every sip you took, tears fell down.
I love you! I love you! I love you!
His warm hand turned cold.
You held him in your arms like he once did to you, with the outmost care, with the love he deserved.
Since Trevor didn’t say where he wanted his body to be buried, you chose the nicest spot. It was a secluded place where it wouldn’t be dug up by animals or people—but not so hidden either.
Whilst cleaning the blood that covered his body and face, you found a piece of cloth with writing on it. Staring at it, you recognized the Belmont insignia. Turning the material, you managed to read the words…
Take this. Go to Alucard.
Trevor must’ve written that in his final moments; probably in case he didn’t make it before you arrived. The letters were sloppy because of the blood but you could read it well.
Clutching it to your chest, you sobbed until the light of day began to burn. For a moment you wished to stay there and disappear. Perhaps you could join Trevor.
Together even in death..
─── ☾☼☽ ───
The journey was rather long.
Looming in all its glory, Castle Dracula. You looked at the last piece of your beloved, holding it tighter in your hand.
“Okay. Let’s meet this Alucard.”
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Need You.
Author’s Note: Hello! After answering tons and tons of asks, and explaining how Tumblr had deleted the second part “Please Stay” to my one shot named “Only If” for god knows what reasons. I had to do this for you guys. I stopped writing years ago, and but kept my masterlist open for you to come and read my writings whenever you wish to. Trust me, this was so effing difficult for me to do! but I’m kind of proud that I removed the time and managed it. but let me inform you it’s not the same, because I do not remember what happened in the original one clearly. I hope this is a better and hopefully more well-written (amongst my other writings *cringe*) version of the old one.
It’s not proof read. I haven't edited it, so I’m sorry in advance for the typos.
So, guys, gals and non-binary pals, I present to you (apology for it being light years late) the part two to your favourite little creation of mine “Only If”, with a new identity... please welcome “Need You”!
Do let me know how it makes you feel in the ask box or comment section. I love reading them. Happy Reading!
Word Count: 5K
Warnings: tons of angst with tons of fluff, sensitive harry???? (or do you guys call it sub!harry nowadays??) anyways it’s a cute!harry :P !
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It’s been four hours, and you still weren’t back. Though it wasn’t new for you to go for a drive after an argument with him, you often came back within an hour or two. The blizzard outside was making Harry quite anxious. Even though the fight was extreme, he wanted you back safe and sound. He now realised how harsh he was on you. You didn’t intentionally leak the song. It was a mistake and it could happen to anyone, himself included. He felt guilty over the way he yelled at you; it wasn’t like him to react like that.
Suddenly, Harry felt the need to do something special for you. Though he planned on apologising to you verbally, he wanted his actions to prove it too. He made his way to the kitchen to cook you your favourite meal. He got a hold of his phone and switched on the playlist which include all the songs both of you enjoyed. the sound of the vessels clucking against each other minimised over the song playing on through the speakers.
A smile lit up on his face as he reminisced back to the moment when you were dancing to this song while making the two of you breakfast.
FLASHBACK
Harry rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs, his dimpled smile already making its appearance when he heard your voice blasting through the kitchen entrance. He didn’t know why you bothered turning the song on so loud, you were anyways going to be louder. He stopped at the kitchen entrance, a silent laugh escaped him as he leaned against the door frame and took in the scene going on in front of him.
“You say you want a good time! Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby” you belted out loud, cheeks turning red with the happiness radiating out of you. You’d decided that the whisk was your microphone of choice with batter stuck to it and everything. You’re moving those luscious hips which drive him crazy right to the rhythm of the song.
“Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me talk to me, tell me what's on your mind!” you missed a note but you don’t care. This scene right in front of him, he wished he could capture and watch it forever. Bruno Mars did bring a wild side out of you, and he couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of the multi-talented singer. He would give anything to see you like this. Knowing you’re the shy type who doesn’t enjoy too much of attention, getting to watch you like this was definitely a sight.
He walked right up to you and wrapped his arms around you slowly. You jumped in a scare, as you were lost in your own world. “Harry! You scared me.” You complained, trying to ignore the blush on you cheeks after you realised he must’ve been watching you from a far.
He nuzzled into your neck and sighed, while pressing a kiss there, “Hmm… I’m sorry, m’love. But you just looked so beautiful I didn’t want to stop you.” He murmured while pressing more kisses to your neck, then trailing them up to your jawline. “Y’ look utterly ravishing right now. Forget pancakes, instead I’ll have you for breakfast.” He smiled and went on to kiss your cheeks. His comments made you smile. He saw his chance and lightly bite the side of your cheek. You squealed and tried to push him away.
“H, stop!” you laughed. He tightened his arms around you and swayed to the beat of the song then went on to sing next lyric “Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby what you tryna do!” he slightly lifted up your t-shirt and moved one of his hands under it, and muttered, “huh? What are you trying to do to me, baby?” and pressed yet another kiss to your cheek.
“Gosh, your hands are extremely cold!” you gasped. He then turned you around to face him. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him. The two of you smiled quietly towards each other, then he leaned down to kiss you properly. You shifted one of your hands into his the nape of his neck and the other went on to cup his cheek. He moved one of his around your shoulder and the other around your waist. Both of you sighed and bathed in each other’s presence.
“G’morning, froggy” you teased as pulled away first and smiled up at him. He frowned and tutted, then smacked your ass lightly. You always teased him for his morning face, said it looked like a cute frog. He rubbed the area he spanked and quickly pecked you once again before pulling away to look at you.
Brushing away the hair stuck to your face, “Morning, precious. How’re you feeling?” he asked, hugging you towards his chest. Let’s just say the rest of the day went on just like this. Him being needy for your attention, and you loving on him without any hold backs.
END OF FLASHBACK
Right as he was getting ready to plate the dish, the doorbell rang. He smiled, happy to finally have you home. He quickly washed his hands and walked up to the door as he rubbed his hand dry with the towel which was once on his shoulder. He buzzed you in thinking you’ll unlock the main door with the security code. But after two minutes of waiting and not seeing you walk through the door, he turned on the camera above his buzzer to see what was wrong.
He frowned when he saw two police officers standing outside his door. His heart suddenly started racing at rapid speed. He rushed towards the door and unlocked them. Coming face to face with the two sombre looking men, he tentatively asked, “G’ evening, officers. How may I help you?”
The two men exchanged looks and the tall one replied, “Sir, there has been an accident and we found an ID on the victim. Is this Ms. Y/N Y/L/N residence? we’re here to inform you about the unfortunate event.”
“I-I don’t understand? What happened?” he stuttered, his legs almost felt as if they were about to give up.
“Unfortunately, we don’t have much information for you. May we ask what’s your relation to the victim?” the other officer asked, and gave him an apologetic smile.
“Fiancé.” He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself down. He could feel his panic attack rising. “I’m her fian-” he shook his head, “Just tell me where she is please…” he pleaded and quickly put on his shoes. He took his car keys and raced up to his rover.
“She’s over at St. Thomas, Mr. Styles.” The officers had clearly recognised the distressed man. “Here’s her ID. We hope everything is well.”
Harry couldn’t bring himself to thank them as he started his car and backed out of the parking spot. He raced up to the hospital, and once he reached, he ran up to the reception.
“Y-Y/N Y/L/N? S-She just c-came in? I’m her f-fiancé?” He gasped out your name. The lady was busy tending to others to notice him. “Hey! Hey! Please ma’am just tell me where she is!” he was on the verge of weeping in front of her.
The old lady looked at him with a bit of annoyance, “Take a breath, young man. I’m trying my best here!” She walked up to him. “Now tell me, what was her name again?”
“Y/N Y/L/N!” He rushed. He couldn’t stand straight. Once he got what he wanted, he ran towards the elevator, up to the fifth floor. The corridor was busy and he couldn’t care less about pushing people aside. He just wanted to get to you as soon as he could. He found your door and barged in, not caring about the doctors around your bed.
“Y/N!” He rushed to your side, dropping beside your bed.
“Sir you can’t be her-” the male nurse tried to pull him back.
“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, precious!” He cried, trying to get the man off of him and get back to you. “I’m here now, okay? I’m not going anywhere- GET OFF ME. SHE NEEDS ME!” he yelled pushing the guy away.
“Hey man you’re no good to her at the moment yeah? Let the doctors do their job!” the nurse tried to make him understand while pulling him back yet again. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to reach to you. He sobbed over your state, blood was streaming down your forehead, and all he wanted to do was protect you and wrap his arms around you.
“No I need to be here! Please let me!” he cried. All of sudden a beep brought his cries to a halt. He looked around frantically wanting to know what had happened. “W-What’s wrong?!” he hiccupped.
The doctor and the nurses around him started rushing around the room. He then heard those words which made his heart stop, “She has flat-lined! Someone pass me the defibrillator!” the doctor raised his voice.
Harry couldn’t believe this was happening. The nurse had enough of the unwilling man and pushed him out the door, “Sir we cannot help her if you’re being difficult. Please calm down and go to the waiting room. We will inform you about her doing as soon as we can.” and then shut the door to his face. Harry could no longer see you. The group of doctors, covered your body.
He slid down the wall next to your door and sobbed into his hands. Only if he would’ve stopped you from leaving. Only if he would’ve told you that he forgives you and that he loved you more than anything. Only if he would’ve let the argument die and kiss you instead. Only if…
Later, the upset man walked himself to the toilet. He caught his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t care about his red swollen eyes, his sweaty forehead and matted hair. The image of you lying on that bed yet again brought tears to his eyes. The thought of you not making it made him retch and he rushed into one of the restrooms. He dry-heaved and cried. Once he was able to breathe, he took out his phone.
Sniffling as he dialled the only number he could think of, The voice on the other side made him breakdown. “Mum I-” he couldn’t complete his sentence, as he tried to wipe his eyes.
“Harry? Darling what’s wrong?!” she asked shocked at her son’s rapid breathing.
“Y/N s-she is- Mum I can’t lose her. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let her leave. What if she doesn’t make it?” He wept while running his sticky fingers through his hair.
“Love, what-” she tried to ask him, but he cut her off.
“What if she…What if she dies, mum?” he cried and coughed.
His mother had figured out by now that you were not okay, and might be admitted in the hospital. She tried to calm her son through the phone. Unfortunately, she wasn’t near him and by the time she would reach it might not be enough. So she did the only thing she could once Harry hung up the phone, she rang up his friends.
Harry sat himself down on one of the wating room chairs. No one was telling him anything, he had no idea how you were doing or if you were okay. He was out of tears, and soon enough the exhaustion took over him. He didn’t even realise when he had fallen asleep until he felt a hand brush the back of his head. He opened his eyes and saw his two friends crouching in front of him.
“Hey buddy…” Louis smiled softly. Harry jolted back up, and got up to run towards your room. But before he could stand up straight Mitch stopped him. “H, they just came in here to inform us about her condition.”
“How’s she? Is she okay? Is she awake? She needs me, I need to be beside her.” He rushed. His two close friends, tried to calm him down.
“They said she’s stable now, mate. But we aren’t allowed to meet her yet, okay?” Louis stated.
Harry took deep breaths and looking at their extremely destressed friend, Louis pulled him into a hug. Getting the comfort he desperately needed, Harry started sobbing again. He was tired of crying but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
“Everything is going to be okay, Harry. She’s our little tigress, she’s going to pull through, yeah?” Mitch ran a hand drown his friend’s shoulder. Harry nodded lightly and tried to slow down his heart.
48 Hours Later
It’s been two days, yesterday Harry was allowed to visit you since they moved you out of the ICU. Thankfully, your internal recovery was rapid, and you could wake up anytime. He was getting a bit impatient. He wanted to see you open those shiny eyes and look at him the way you always did, with so much love that made him giddy and flustered. These past two days he’s been talking to you, continuously apologising for his behaviour, and how he’s going to make up for everything that went wrong. You just had to come back to him.
“and then Louis got frustrated because Mitch was not answering him. But that’s Mitch for you, right?” he slightly smiled and ran the hand which wasn’t holding you hand, through your hair. “You’re going to hate your hair, once you wake up. You always like them a certain way, don’t you? But don’t you worry, I’ll help you wash your hair as soon as you wake up and come back home.” He stated and kissed your hand. He was silent for a while, just continued to run his hand through your hair.
“You’re going to come back to me, right precious?” he asked quietly, “Why aren’t you waking up, huh? Your froggy needs you to open your eyes....” he continued, as he forced a laugh out of his throat which had a huge lump in it. His eyes turned misty as he continued, “I hate it here. Seeing you like this is a nightmare. I miss you so much. I miss you calling me annoying little names. I miss you smacking me when I’m being a narcissistic little prick. I miss your voice. I miss everything about you, and even though it’s just been two day, I feel like it’s been forever. Wake up, baby. Please…” he pleaded.
As the day turned into night, Harry decided to stay back. He asked for an extra blanket and a pillow for his makeshift bed on the couch. He didn’t know why he bothered because he spent the entire night sitting beside you, holding your hand as he fell asleep leaning against it.
You could listen before you could see. The only thing you could hear was the air conditioner and someone lightly snoring against your right hand. You tried to move your fingers as you opened your eyes. The bright light made you squint, you blinked rapidly as your vision cleared. You turned to your right and saw Harry’s peaceful face sleeping against your hand. You felt the need to clear your throat, and your eyes searched the room for a glass of water. But the sound made Harry wake up from his sleep. He lifted his face and wiped the little drool from his face and the little amount on your hand.
“whoops, you’d kill me now if you were awak-” he turned to look at your face, and he had to double take. He gasped, almost falling off this chair. “Y/N…Oh my- you’re awake!” he nearly yelled. He pressed the button to call the nurse and then cupped your face going on to press kisses to your face, “Baby I was so scared. I thought I had lost you!” He laughed his airy laugh and looked at you with utter happiness.
For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. The words he said to you were the only thing swimming through your mind. For you time had stood still, like the fight had happened mere hours ago. You moved your face away from his hands. Harry frowned noticing this change in your mood.
“Hey what’s wrong? The doctor is on her way, yeah. Do y’need anything?” he asked frantically following your eyes round the room. He saw you eye the plastic cup beside your bed, “Y’ want water? Hold on I’ll get it for you.” He ran to the other side and brought the cup up to your face. You didn’t realise how thirsty you were until the first sip hit your throat, you started gulping it down quickly.
“Take it easy, precious. They took out the tube just yesterday.” He explained softly.
Once your thirst was quenched he kept the cup aside then went on to pull his sleeve over his knuckles and wiped the wet corners of your mouth. You moved your face aside yet again, he couldn’t understand what was wrong. But before he could ask you, the doctor came in to check on you. She did her tests and asked a few questions. She left as soon as she was done, and told you even though the injury looked worse than it actually is, you had take it easy for a couple of days.
Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, “How’re you feeling, love?” he asked quietly. You nodded, “I’m okay.” He came up to you and raised his hand to caress your cheek. But before he could touch you, your head turned to the opposite side. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he asked you.
“Will you please look at me? What’s happened, precious?” as he caressed your hair.
“Why should I look at you, Harry? So you can tell me how careless I am, or how I’m not trustworthy?” you rasped quietly. For a minute he was unable understand what you were trying to say. Then flashbacks from your fight the other night came back rushing to him. The things he said to you, and how guilty he felt later. His words had left a huge impact than he thought they did.
He took your face in his hand with very much to little force, he had to tell you this, “Y/N y’have absolutely no idea for how sorry I am for that night-” but you didn’t let him complete.
“That’s only because I got into this accident.” You snapped. He shook his head rapidly, he saw you getting worked up over this. You’ve always been a little firecracker, and you never failed to tell him when he was being a dick or to defend yourself quite amazingly, he always loved that quality. Apropos, he couldn’t let you hurt yourself in this condition.
“First of all, please calm down-” he started, “don’t tell me to calm down, harry!” you raged. He hated himself for smiling when you’re clearly very upset. But for the past few days he had to witness you lie there lifeless which had taken a toll on his mental state. He loved the fact that you were awake, so you yelling at him was more of a reward than a punishment. You looked at him sharply and saw him not taking you seriously, this brought tears to your eyes.
You sniffled and looked away from him to rest your head against the pillows on the raised up side of your bed roughly. Harry’s small smile melted away as quickly as it appeared. He rubbed the side you almost banged to the pillow, “I’m so sorry, precious. I swear I did not mean anything I said.” He pleaded and took a seat down on the chair beside you.
Right then the nurse which pushed him out of the room the other day and now was much like a friend to him entered the room with a tray which had a bowl of soup and jello in it. Harry smiled at him gratefully and took the tray from him as the guy set up the table on your bed.
“How’re you feeling, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked once he was ready to leave. You gave him a small smile and said you were feeling better. The moment he left Harry looked back at you with a longing look on his face, when you refused to look at him he sighed and set the tray down on the small table and took a seat in front you on the bed. He looked at you as he removed the metal spoon from its cover, and then went on to remove the cover set on top of the soup. He blew light air on the spoonful of soup, then brought it up to your mouth. You refused to touch it. He sighed and looked at you pleadingly, “Y’ know someone told me we shouldn’t remove our anger on food.” He stated, turning your words against you.
You glared at him in anger for minute as he looked at you with a loving smile. “Please?” He moved it closer to your mouth, “You’ve got to eat it, I’m not budging unless you do, Y/N.”
Even though you wanted to stay stubborn, you were kind of hungry. So you let him feed you the soup. When he got to the jello, you refused profoundly. “But it’s the chocolate flavoured one! Remember the time we used to share one when I was here for my fractured foot? C’mon we’ll share this one too, if y’want?” he tried convincing you with his soft eyes.
“I don’t want to share it with you. Actually, I don’t want anything to do with you at the moment to be completely honest.” you snapped. You were aware of the fact that you were being very unreasonable and bitchy but it was his words that has caused extreme hurt to you. Your words hurt Harry, and it was evident on his face. He wrapped up the jello and cleared everything. The day passed, and in the evening your last visitor entered the room.
“There she is!” Louis came up to you and hugged you lightly, making sure not to hurt you. “Hello, darling. How’re you?” he kissed your forehead. Harry left you alone with him as he went to get the two of them some coffee.
“What’s happened to him? Why the long face still? I mean I get that Harry loves to pretend that he’s this macho man and all. S’ a bit ridiculous to be honest. Like who’s he kidding, he’s a puppy.” Louis laughed. You smiled at this.
“I’m still a bit upset with him over our fight. So I haven’t been talking to him.” You explained. Louis frowned at this and then sighed, “Oh love don’t do that... This has been very tough for him. Should’ve seen his state these past few days. The man has been a mess ever since the officers came to your house that night.”
“I’m trying, Lou. But I just can’t forget all the things he said. I was so hurt, I still am!” you rubbed your forehead, as it was beginning to give you an ache.
“He’s very sorry, Y/N. Trust me when I say that I’ve never seen him like I saw him that day. He just wanted you to wake up. He was just blaming himself, how he shouldn’t have let you leave the house.” He took a hold of your hand, “he loves you so much, darling. He’s absolutely mad over you.” He rubbed your hand, “A’bit obsessed if you ask me. If I were you I’d have him get that checked with a therapist.” He joked, you laughed loudly. He smiled with you, and passed you the water you signalled for.
“Forgive him, Y/N. He can’t even bring himself to go home. The only time he went there was to get some clothes, and to put the dinner he made for you in the rubbish bin.” He sassed. “and I know I’m speaking for Mitch too here when I say this, but both him and I could use a break from all the non-stop stress weeping calls we’ve been getting from him.” You gasped at him with a mock offence for Harry, and lightly smacked his shoulder. You were always thankful for Louis in moments like these. He was a great friend to you and Harry.
Harry came back with two coffees and passed one to his blue-eyed friend. He took a seat on the sofa which was against the wall, and the three of you, though it was mostly you and Louis, had a light conversation while the men finished up their coffee. Louis bid his farewell with another kiss on your forehead and a well wish, you thanked him and waved goodbye. Harry walked him out the door, and came back in a second later.
“Y’ need anything?” He asked as he took a seat on the chair beside you. You shook your head as you observed him fidgeting with the cuticles of his nails. He did that when he was anxious.
Neither of you spoke for a while. But the minute you heard a sniffle, you snapped your head towards him. You tried to get a look at his face, the tip of his nose was a bit red and he was now fidgeting with his feet too. He wasn’t crying but he sure was on the verge of it.
You suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of love for the man in front of you. You leaned against your bed and sighed, smiling a little. It’s pathetic how in love you were with each other. You couldn’t even stay mad at him.
“Harry?” You whispered softly. He hummed without looking up. So you continued, “I need you to do something” you faked a stern voice to play with him a bit more.
“Yeah sure, what’s it?” he muttered as he got up and rubbed his hands down his thighs, then finally looked at you. You looked at him without an expression and said, “I need you to come here and give me a good cuddle, a kiss too if I like the cuddle.” And then smiled at him lovingly. He looked at you for a second. You almost thought he was going to yell at you, but the opposite happened. He started tearing up and heavy tear drops ran down his cheeks.
You gasped and quickly leaned forward to take a hold of his hand which was near you. “Oh Harry..” You whispered as you pulled him near you. He the minute you sat him in front of you, he started crying heavily. You were so shocked yet you’ve never been more mesmerised by him. You quickly tried wiping his tears away and comforted him, “Honey, don’t cry. I’m not upset anymore!”
“I-I’m honestly s-sorry! I promise I didn’t mean what I said that day, Y/N!” he tried to speak while wiping his tears.
“I know, babe. I know!” you tried to say it properly but it came out in a laughing manner and tried to draw the crying man close to you, but seeing you laugh made him more upset and he pushed you away lightly, so you forcefully pulled him into a cuddle.
He told himself he’s letting himself be pulled because he didn’t want to hurt you, but it was actually because he wanted you close, so he went in head first. You lay down against the pillows and cuddle him against your chest. He went on sniffling into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist.
“Harry why are you crying!” you tried controlling your laughter. He whined and pulled his face away, “Y’were so fucking mean since the moment you woke up. I didn’t expect it.” He said and hiccupped, thanks to the sobbing breakdown he just had. You pulled on your lips so you wouldn’t smile.
“Well now you know, honey. It hurts, doesn’t it? You were so mean to me too!” You teased. He nuzzled back into your neck, pressing kisses there which always made you giggle.
“I’m really sorry, precious. Honestly, I really am.” He said into your neck, yet producing another hiccup. You couldn’t control yourself anymore so you smiled and pressed a quite a few smooches to his temple, and inhaled his comforting scent.
“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you. I’m sorry for my foolish mistake too, I really didn’t mean to ruin your hard work like that.” You apologised. He pulled away and brought the hand that was around your waist to your cheek and said, “I forgave you a long time ago, but you honestly don’t have to apologise at all. It could happen to anyone, m’love. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. Y’know I made dinner and everything as an apology. But then the officers…” his tone dropped and he couldn’t continue. So, you sadly smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.
He sighed and reciprocated the kiss with so much love and passion that you couldn’t help but wrap the arm which around his shoulder a bit more tighter and ran the other through the back of his head gently. The two of you pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes, he moved the hair that escaped from your braid and tucked it behind your ear, “I was so scared. I thought I had lost you.” He whispered softly, and swallowed the small lump, “I missed you a lot, baby” he said and you couldn’t help but peck his cute pout.
“I missed you too, froggy” you replied. The pet name made him reward you with a dimpled smile. He nuzzled into your neck and whispered, “I love you.”
“and I love you.” You kissed his forehead.
“Just for your information, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a really long time.” He stated sternly.
You laughed but stopped when you saw he wasn’t joking, “You know I have to work, right?”
“Y’can easily take a break for a month or two.” He said, as he yawned and cuddle closer to you. “A MONTH OR TWO?! Have you gone mad?” you gasped, lightly pulling on his hair.
“No I haven’t. Try to get rid of me, baby. I dare you.” He laughed a scheming laugh. You knew he wasn’t joking. He tended to become quite paranoid and obsessive over you when situations like these occur. But you wouldn’t have him any other way.
“We’ll see, mister.” You said, and caressed the back of his head.
“oh we will, missus.”
The End.
Author’s Note: I really put in a lot of efforts on this one, so you guys kind of owe me *wink* y'all gotta humour my praise kink now!!! ;P
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Nothing but the Best
Author’s note: it’s getting interesting here ;) enter prince charming Sugu-kun to save the day.
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Satoru was afraid of making a move, least he tipped you over the edge and made you bolt; he didn’t want that. Swallowing hard he looked into your eyes… God… he had missed your beautiful E/C eyes so much. Waking up every morning without you by his side, without you kissing him awake cause he was going to be late for work… again. Your absence had left a literal infinite void in his heart that he was unable to fill.
“I know I don’t deserve anything from you Y/N, but I love you and I cannot give up on us… We said forever when we got married. And I want that… with you” speaking from the heart was not something Satoru ever did. He always preferred to cover any emotions with inappropriate jokes and double entendres. But he knew he couldn’t play his stupid games, not with you and most certainly not now.
You pulled away in that moment, as if his touch was burning you. He allowed it, doing his utmost effort not to pull you back in. His hands itched resting at his sides, missing the warmth of your body.
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It was you and me, it seemed to last forever
The way you taste and I still remember… the sounds we made.
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“It would have been nice if you felt that way before you decided to ruin this marriage. Where were those promises of forever when you fucked someone else?” You asked piercing his eyes with yours. He cowered under your glare. Satoru had never been on the receiving end of your wrath and now he understood why most people chose (wisely) to not mess with you. Every single one of your words was chosen carefully to cause the most damage. At the same time… what hurt the most was that you were right.
“Leave and don’t ever come back… you and I… are through…” Satoru noticed how you avoided calling him by his name, he hated it. As if uttering his name would leave a bad taste in your mouth “Y/N…” he whispered pleadingly when you took another step away. But this time he didn’t have the courage to stop you as you disappeared inside your apartment and locked the door behind you.
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I bet you wish you had me back! Another chance to gain it, just like that. The best you ever had.
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Satoru was fucked.
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The next morning Suguru’s plane landed. JFK international airport was as busy and chaotic as one would expect. After collecting his luggage he made his way to a cab giving the driver your current address.
He hadn’t been able to sleep a wink during the trip, his mind swarmed with all the possibilities of what could be happening right now. Satoru didn’t play fair and of course… you loved (probably still love) the lucky bastard.
With a sigh he decided to focus instead on the city going by through the cab’s windows. It wasn’t the first time he was in New York and his mind was much more occupied torturing him instead of appreciating the landscape.
After 40 minutes, Geto stood before a very nice and modern building located in the upper east side called Hawthorn Park. You sure knew how to live in luxury. He approached the doorman and let him know his name and that he was here to see Miss Ekaterina Petrova to which the kind looking old man responded by using his intercom to contact you. Geto was soon granted access and guided to the elevator.
The elevator doors opened on the 21st floor, he walked to the door of your apartment which was already open and you were waiting for him. His smile fell once he noticed you have been crying “oh Kitten” dropping his luggage on the spot he surrounded your body in his arms “I’m so sorry…” one didn’t need to be a genius to know Satoru had found you.
You both moved inside your apartment. Settling on the spacious couch you buried your face on Suguru’s lap as you cried. He stroked your now darker strands of h/c hair without a word exchanged. He knew you needed to let it all out. After what seemed an eternity you sat back up. Suguru gently dried your eyes.
“He was here last night…” you whispered in a raw and scratchy voice, result of your endless hours of distress before his arrival “he told me he loved me, that he left Sookie” scoff “and hear this… he left her because the baby wasn’t his!” Talk about karma at its best. Suguru already knew that but he was surprised to hear Satoru had come clean about it to you “He probably thought I would fall for that! But I didn’t” you added firmly.
Suguru was proud of you. He knew how hard it was for you to resist Satoru but you stood tall and proud when it mattered the most. “What do you want to do now?” Where you planning on moving again?
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“I’m not leaving…” you said looking into Suguru’s liquid amber gaze. You couldn’t help but notice once again he had such pretty eyes, like a cat. You’ve always liked them, specially when they looked at you with such tenderness. You have missed him dearly during all this time.
“I can’t keep running away from him; I mean… it’s obvious he won’t stop and I… I am tired of molding my life to adapt to his whims. I’m staying here whatever happens. Sugu… I got the part for the Swan Lake!” You added remembering you haven’t talked to him during the last week and so he didn’t know about your latest accomplishment.
Geto’s eyes enlarged before a huge smile split his handsome face and his massive frame engulfed you in a tight hug. Of course he knew everything about ballet, he was your best friend after all. This was huge! Probably as big as making it in the ballet world meant “I’m so proud of you Kitten!” He said excitedly kissing your temple. Maybe not everything was as bad as he thought.
You were upset, it was true. But then again you were not prepared last night. Satoru had taken you by surprise. Now… you knew he was here and more or less knew what to expect from your soon to be ex-husband.
“Thank you Sugu…” you stopped and pulled back just slightly to look into his eyes from your height. He was a very tall man compared to you “I missed you” you said with a bright smile to which Geto replied with one of his own before pulling you in again for another hug “I missed you too Kitten” stroking your back softly Suguru decided he was happy to be here… with you.
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She's given up, been holding on for way too long
She's had enough
He's coming home again
But it's too late 'cause she won't stay with him
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The sunshine hitting his face was what woke him up. With a grunt Satoru rolled over on his side only to fall unceremoniously from the couch where he had passed out last night. The last thing he remembered was warping back to his hotel after you left him on the roof. The memory of you, turning your back on him and walking away squeezed his heart in a painful grasp.
Alcohol was never something he was attracted to, he liked to keep his brain constantly alert and stimulated. It served a purpose of course, it kept his infinity barrier on at all times, even when he was asleep. But last night he hit rock bottom. He didn’t care anymore…
As soon as he got back to the hotel, hopelessness made a home in his chest, sitting heavy on his heart. Walking to the fully stocked bar placed on the corner of his suite he opened a bottle of whiskey. He started slow since most everything was too bitter for his taste, so he went through the process of trying every single bottle until he found something to his liking.
Two hours and about fifteen different shots of everything he decided to settle for a bottle of Amaretto, some fancy Italian liquor made of apricot kernels. It was sweet.
Everything else after that was blur. Moving his sore body from the floor he forced himself to go to the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help ease his misery. Peeling off his clothes the smell of booze clinging on them made Gojo cringe. He decided to brush his teeth before showering. Looking in the mirror he couldn’t recognize the man starring back at him. He was a mess.
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Are we just ghosts out in the night?
Are we just waiting for a light that doesn't shine?
Are we just faking or is this real?
'Cause I don't know how to feel
Are we just ghosts now, you and I?
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Last night he had been so desperate, so hopeless and broken hearted. That’s when it hit him… his wife didn’t hurt him, she didn’t cheat on him (unlike himself), she didn’t do anything to him and yet he was feeling as if the world was collapsing around him. He lied, cheated and fucked up everything for them both.
Guilt…
Unadulterated, burning and suffocating guilt was consuming him. He felt bad before but it wasn’t until last night that he grasped the concept that Y/N didn’t owe him anything at all and that HE didn’t deserve it anyways.
The plan originally had been to get back in your good graces by doing penitence, submitting to your every whim and desire by becoming your devoted slave for as long as you would have it. He never even considered the possibility that his wife DID NOT WANT to forgive him in the first place.
He thought you left to give him a lesson, that you would eventually come back to him after he had a taste of what it was like to lose you.
But even after you both shared such a searing kiss, so passionate that every cell in his body was humming, aflame with desire you still managed to walk away from him as if it meant nothing to you.
What good did it do to him to be the strongest when he couldn’t even protect his wife… from himself.
After showering, changing clothes and ordering every sweet pastry and desert from the room service menu Gojo stopped to rethink his strategy.
What?…
Did you think he was going to stop there?
Absolutely no, love!
If anything, your rejection had only fueled his need to get you back.
“Time for plan B” sighing he pulled out his phone it rang a couple times before someone answered “good morning Mrs. Mazzo, this is Gojo Satoru. I’m going to need you to forward to me Miss Petrova’s rehearsal schedule…”
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“This is really good!” You hummed happily after swallowing a bite of your steak. Suguru sat across from you at Keens Steakhouse, with a grin he watched as you indulged yourself in what you called your ‘cheat meal’ of the month. Being a professional ballerina was a tough and demanding commitment that controlled every aspect of your life, from how you train to what you eat. Despite it all, Geto knew you always found a happy balance that worked just fine for you.
Seeing your big smile made his heart jump in his chest, you were as beautiful and alluring as the day he met you. If only he had told you he liked you before Satoru did. This question kept him up at night, playing all sorts of scenarios in his mind. If he had taken the first step… would things have been different? Would you have ended up together? Married? Shaking his head he tried to focus on what you were actually saying. Deviating his thoughts to that kind of scenarios was dangerous. He also didn’t want to push it when he was perfectly aware you were still healing; he wasn’t a low life piece of shit to take advantage of your vulnerability.
But when you smiles at him as if he was the only thing in your world, when you held his hand across the table, playing with his finger, his throat felt dry and tight.
“What do you think Sugu?” Your curious and expecting eyes caught him like a deer in the headlights “I’m sorry Kitten, I was distracted. Could you repeat that please?” He asked with an affable smile.
You chuckled and stroke his hand softly “you look tired, did you sleep at all in the plane?” He shook his head “no, I didn’t. I never can, it’s uncomfortable” he hid on purpose the true reason why he hadn’t been able to sleep “come on Sugu! Let’s go back home! I bet you are tired” you said offering him a sweet smile.
After paying your bill you walked the few blocks back home. Suguru of course would be staying with you in the spare room of your penthouse. Holding hands while you talked to him about the activities the city had to offer, your schedule and how you intended to fit the time to do some tourism with him. “You don’t have to bother Kitten, I know you are busy enough with your job, I will be fine” he insisted.
You stopped on your tracks and stood in front of him, pouting, making him chuckle. You looked every bit the kitten he knew you to be, all bothered and moody “no! I want to spend time with you too you know! I haven’t seen you in so long! I’m not going to waste this chance!” You insisted to which Suguru threw his hands up in the air “I surrender Kitten! Do with me as you will” you giggled and then blushed. “Uh… eh… ok! I will!” He took your hand again and you both resumed your walk.
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Satoru warped to the roof top of the building adjacent to yours, the lights were out in your apartment and he couldn’t sense your presence inside. You left? Where did you go?
Before a second though he warped inside your apartment but he saw all your stuff was still there, maybe you went out for groceries or something?
After a few minutes sitting on your couch he decided to wait for you on the street so he could see when you got home.
(Almost an hour later)
Oh… he wasn’t ready for what he saw.
“That mother fu….” Satoru grinds his teeth watching you walk down the street holding onto Suguru’s hand while talking distractedly. From his hiding spot in front of your building he closed his hands in a tight fist.
Well, this complicated things… a lot more.
————-> Chapter 10
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Untouchable - F.W
Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt list
Fred Weasley x Fem Reader
Prompt 42: He sneaked his arms around your waist and kissed your neck, staring at the man across the room, hoping he would notice you were unavailable.
Requested/About: Another 7th year student has spiked an interest in Fred’s girlfriend and won’t give up on trying to prove himself to her, Fred notices and makes sure everyone knows she’s his.
Warnings: Swearing, mention of food and eating.
“You’d think you were being served for breakfast with the way he looks at you” George muttered, taking a bite out of his toast.
You sighed and looked down the table, the familiar 7th year kept staring at you, breaking out into a smile when you met his gaze, waving at you.
Turning back around you shook your head and took a sip of your juice, trying your best to ignore his eyes burning into the side of your face.
Placing the goblet back on the table you wiped the corner of your mouth with your sleeve “he’s been hitting on me each time he walks past, winking at me and that”
“who is he anyway?” George asked “bloody weirdo” he flicked through the paper trying to find funny jokes or word about his upcoming business.
“Evan” you muttered “moved here a year or so ago”
George looked over to the lad and glared at him “I’ll spike his drink with some pastilles-”
“spike who with what, Georgie?” Fred butted in, waltzing towards the table.
You quickly shot George a look, similar to the one he gave to Evan down the table, you shook your head at him. Sitting down, Fred placed his arm around you and pulled you close to him.
“Morning love” he said softly, kissing your head.
You felt safer now that Fred arrived, you were hoping that deep down inside Evan would see Fred’s affection and be put off you - going after someone else who was available.
“Professor Snape” George replied, faking a grin.
Fred quickly stuffed his face, being late to breakfast he only had five or so minutes until first class.
“What’s he done this time?” Fred asked, mouth full of cereal.
“Oh, nothing yet” you replied “we’ll see what exam results I get first.”
You and Fred walked out of the dungeons, each of you balling your test results in your fists, crumpling the paper into a ball, your free hands laced together.
“He’s getting more than puking pastilles after this bloody result” Fred hissed “mum’s gonna go mental.”
You opened your mouth to say something until Evan and his group of friends walked past, you didn’t ignore him fast enough and accidentally caught his gaze, Evan waved at you and winked - pushing past in front of you.
“Love your hair, beautiful.” He called out.
You put your head down and stared at your shoes, continuing to walk to your next class, hoping Fred was too angry to notice.
“What was that about?” Fred stopped in his tracks, pulling you back beside him “Y/N?”
“I don’t know” you replied, feeling your pulse elevate “I’ve never seen him before”
Fred looked behind him, Evan and his group of friends disappearing into halls, he placed his arm back around you and walked with you down the corridor.
“has he been bothering you, love?” Fred asked, concern ringing in his voice.
You wanted to tell the truth, to have your boyfriend be your knight in shining armour - but at the same time, you wanted to handle things yourself, you didn’t want to be shielded or put more pressure on him.
Staying silent for a moment, you chewed on your lip and lied “no, I don’t know him - he’s probably got me confused with someone else.”
Fred let out a laugh and rolled his eyes, the two of you now meeting up with George.
“you? mixed up with someone else? impossible, you’re that gorgeous you stick out like Harry’s scar” Fred kissed your head again, turning to George “ready for Quidditch then?”
George nodded “will you be coming to watch, Y/N?”
Evan walked past again, kitted out in his Quidditch gear and shooting daggers at your boyfriend.
“what is his problem?” Fred muttered.
“He’s on your team?” you mouthed to George, his face dropping.
George shrugged “I didn’t know! He’s probably standing in for someone else...” he mouthed back.
Fred continued to stare at the back of Evan’s head, gripping his wand in his pocket. You pulled at his arm, hugging him before taking off to your last class.
No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t focus on anything that spewed out of Trelawney’s mouth, you say at the back of her class with your head in your hands - just wanting to disappear.
“It’s no good lying my dear” Trelawney mumbled, walking over to you “the truth is going to come out before you can stop it!”
You shook your head and bit down on your tongue, forcing an upcoming outburst back down your gullet. Bunching your hands into fists you stood up and stormed out, ignoring the whispers behind you.
Lunch came and went, you couldn’t eat, you stared at your plate feeling so anxious the smell of food made you feel nauseous - it didn’t help sitting at the table alone, your boyfriend and his brother playing through lunch and into their last class of the day.
You piled up your books and sat in the Gryffindor common room, flicking through each one, trying to memorise something to help the time fly by.
Like you, Fred couldn’t concentrate much either. Throughout the entire game George had to restrain his brother from lashing Evan, wether he was aiming for him on purpose or insulting him as he passed by.
“He’s up to something that one” Fred glared, wiping the mud off his shirt.
Evan and his friends walked off the pitch, laughing and talking amongst themselves while they went to get freshened up and dressed; Fred and George following not too far behind.
“He isn’t worth it, Freddie, Y/N says—“
Fred turned to face his brother “She knows him? So he’s been bothering her for a long time?”
George sighed and scrunched his eyes shut for a moment. Realising he let slip of something you were trying so hard to hide would cause so much trouble - but he couldn’t lie to his twin, even if he tried it would be obvious.
“Yeah, she told me this morning” George replied quietly “not sure how long for but he’s really into her.”
Fred started to storm towards Evan, his expression filled with fury. George grabbed the back of his brothers shirt and pulled him back, holding him to the side.
“Don’t start this, Freddie.” He warned him “I know you’re pissed but we’ve got two months left here, we cannot get expelled, especially because this involves Y/N - the outcome of her future is determined here.”
Fred gritted his teeth and nodded, he couldn’t utter a word - afraid he would lash out. He and his brother walked back inside, getting freshened up for the evening.
Hearing the door slam, you turned around to see Evan enter the now crowded common room, you turned back around and slumped in your chair, burying your head in your book so he couldn’t see you.
Behind him came another slam but this time your heart finally calmed down upon hearing the sound of your boyfriends voice, chatting with his brother, making their way over to you.
“Feeling like a bookworm today?” Your boyfriend called out, standing next to you.
You smiled slightly and closed your book, placing it back into your back that sat beside your feet on the floor.
“Just revising the odd bit or two” you replied, staying sat down, looking into your boyfriends gorgeous eyes.
Fred stared back into your eyes, staying quite for a moment, appearing to be in deep thought.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, taking hold of your hand.
You looked over at George, he mouthed an apology and walked away - most likely to avoid a brewing argument or a scold from you.
“I thought I could handle it, I didn’t want you to go causing any trouble-“
Fred sighed, encouraging you to stand up.
“You’re my girlfriend, Y/N, I want to protect you when you need it.”
You chewed on your lip and nodded, Evan in the background talking to his friends, flicking through the newspaper.
Fred looked over his shoulder and spotted him, an idea flashing in his head like a lightbulb. If he couldn’t approach Evan and sort him out with his fists or burn him out wit his words, he would have to show him you were untouchable in another way.
Fred pulled you into the middle of the common room, breaking you out of your hiding, out in the open for everyone to see. He sneaked his arms around your waist and kissed your neck, staring at the man across the room, hoping he would finally notice you were unavailable.
Your cheeks started to heat up and prickle, you felt excited yet shy, embarrassed slightly and quite naughty as Fred to showed his affections on this level in public. Evan was prodded in the shoulder, his eyes peering away from the newspaper to the sight in front of him.
As Evan made eye contact with your boyfriend, you could feel Fred’s smirk graze against the sweet spot on your neck before he planted another kiss, refusing to blink or even look away from the lad in front of him.
Evan swallowed hard, a look of jealousy and disappointment flushing into his features, he stuffed the newspaper into his friends chest and stormed out of the common room.
“I think he finally got the message, love” Fred whispered softly in your ear.
And he was right, you could finally eat at the table and walk down the halls in peace, Fred occasionally spearing out the odd glare or two at Evan when given the chance.
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hi I’m here to review the Clementine comic. it’s not good.
Does this even need an introduction? You know why I’ve gathered you all here today. You know the comic exists, and you probably know that it’s not great and we’re all upset about it.
Myself included. I am not okay. At all.
Skybound could’ve literally spit in my face and I’d come out feeling better than I did reading this comic, because this comic is an insult to the original Telltale games and Clementine as a character.
This comic is a fancy fanfic. Glorified fanfiction. It’s not canon, and Skybound and Tillie can pretend that it is, but it’s not. Bold of them to assume we’d just accept this from people who didn’t work on the original games and never wrote for Clementine before, and based on this comic alone, any chance of us taking it seriously is gone.
I’m gonna go through every single page, every panel, of this comic and give you my review. So I guess if you’re worried about spoilers [though at this point why would you?] then be warned, spoilers for the entire comic ahead.
I also wanna add that I have nothing against Tillie Walden. I know a lot of dingdongs are harassing her on insta over this comic and that’s not okay. You telling her how much you hate her isn’t going to change anything. If anything, you keep being assholes to her and she’s just gonna block everything out, even things simply critiquing her work in hopes that it helps her improve.
You’re allowed to be upset about the comic and share your feelings about it, but don’t take it out on the actual human being like that. Besides, like I’ve said before, if Tillie wasn’t gonna make the comic, Skybound would’ve found someone else to do. This was coming no matter what because Skybound wants that coin.
That being said, I’m not going to hold back my opinions on this comic. Skybound and Tillie made this comic, they put it out there and asked for money for it, therefore I’m allowed to explain why it’s garbage as well as ponder over the questionable intent and whether or not Tillie actually has played these games. Y’know, it’s like how I have nothing against Kent, but sometimes he says things I disagree with and well, y’know how it goes.
Alright, this is gonna be long, so let’s go--
The first few shots we get are of the school, two people sleeping, and Clementine’s empty bed. Nothing super note-worthy, we have no idea who is sleeping in the beds, it’s just there to establish that it’s early and everyone’s still asleep.
The drawing of the school looks fine? Not super accurate, but I can give it a pass since it’s a few years later, I assume. What I can’t give a pass is how you managed to already mess up on the first page of your comic.
Because..... why are you implying that Clementine’s room is upstairs? First of all, seems kinda dumb to put Clem, who has only one leg and has to walk with crutches, upstairs. Also, if you’ve played TFS and paid any attention to where her room is actually located [the dorms] then you’d know there isn’t any stairs leading to their floor. It’s the side building next to the admin building, you walk through the door, go down the hall, take a left and their dorm is right there sooo.....
Oh right, it’s probably done this way so that we can have such a suspenseful moment where Clementine is sneaking out while the others are asleep and her foot makes a creeeeeeakk that could wake everyone up, thwarting her plans of abandoning everyone quietly so she doesn’t have to deal with any consequences.
Because yeah, Clementine is sneaking out with all of her supplies because apparently, she’s been planning an escape from this place for a while.
And just look at how gosh darn happy she is about it. You can’t see or hear me, but know that I’m laughing. Don’t worry, I will talk about her abandoning everyone later.
But first, I have a gripe with Clementine's design in this comic. It doesn’t look like her. This art of her right here is the most accurate we get throughout all 12 pages, and it’s the best looking, too.
Moving on, she slams the door shut while this walker changes faces and hair between panels, so that’s cool. I will say, I like the idea of the Ericson crew putting spikes on the door. That’s fun.
Though Clementine slamming the door shut while trying to sneak out seems counter productive but it fits with the theme this comic has of inconsistency, so it works.
Next we have Clementine going to what I believe is the fishing shack by the river, and she’s going through some things that she’s stashed away, telling us that she’s been planning this escape for a while.
Oh good, she has a map. Well at least now she won’t get lost out there in the woods while she makes her escape... also that last panel with her profile.... why does it look so funny? Like this page of the comic doesn’t look too bad, but there is something off putting about her eye there and how she has zero expression.
And it turns out that rustle was a walker, and Clementine is super inconvenienced by this and gives us our first piece of witty dialogue.
Yeah you dumb walker, can’t you see Clementine is busy running away from home and abandoning all of her loved ones without a single goodbye so she doesn’t have to witness the consequences of her selfish actions?? Gosh, so rude.
Just a heads up, the dialogue in this comic is stilted, emotionless, and bland. The words have no flow, no charm, and never feel like they should be coming out of Clementine’s mouth. Then again, the upcoming graphic novels this is tied to are for young adult/middle graders so I guess we have to dumb everything down so their baby brains can process it.
.....Why does her face look like that? Also, interesting that she decided to move her ponytail to the other side of her head.... which is a thing that happens throughout this comic, her hair will randomly change sides.
I believe it’s a metaphor for her changing and inconsistent personality.
So yeah, Clementine is just making off with the supplies she gathered [I’m sure Ericson doesn’t need ‘em anyway] and she’s just so gosh darn annoyed at all these small inconveniences bothering her.... because it’s just too early for this.
.....Again, why does her face look like that?
I’m sorry, like I get it, Tillie’s style is supposed to be purposely messy yet minimal but it doesn’t work. When you do a comic in a more messy style, usually it has charm and heart put into it. Effort goes into the messy look, and when things are minimal, that usually means more clean, yeah? So you put them together and just..... that is nothing resembling Clementine’s face.
Can we just--
Look at canon Clementine’s face. Look at the way her eyebrows are shapes, how wide her eyes are with her eye lashes. The dirt on her skin, the lines-- there is so much personality in her features. It doesn’t matter if she’s wearing a neutral expression or she’s expressing anger or joy or sorrow or whatever.
Now, is it fair to compare a model of Clem from the games to the Clem in this comic? Well, I assume that if Tillie is doing this comic, she would use references from the game to ensure that Clementine is recognizable, especially now that she’s no longer wearing her signature hat.
So why does she look like this? Why do I look at these drawings of her face and see nothing but a pair of eyes, a nose, and a mouth? You might as well draw me a simple smiley face. And I get that it’s a comic, and it’s a lot of work to draw the same character over and over again and you gotta cut corners somewhere, but maybe put some effort into the close up shots of her face so that we can actually see it’s her?
Other fan artists have made comics in their styles that shine bright with Clementine’s personality, so what happened here?
Anyway, surprise..... it’s not a walker annoying Clementine.
........Why does AJ look like that??? I’m sorry, I hate to do the same thing I just did but--
Just because you put Clementine’s hat on AJ that doesn’t automatically make it him. I just.... wow. This feels like there wasn’t a single reference involved, like if someone gave Tillie a basic description of AJ and she just did this.
But appearances aside, what is AJ saying? He says that he knew it, that Clementine’s leaving and I cannot stand this dialogue. It’s unnatural. Again, I know you wanna dumb it down for all of us because I guess we dumb.... but this conversation does not feel natural.
“I knew it. You’re leaving.”
“AJ....”
“I’m coming.”
Even if you changed it to, “I’m coming with you.” it would sound more natural. Hell, he doesn’t even question WHY she’s leaving, he just stands there like “I’m coming” like??? I’m sorry, have you ever heard a single word this murder baby has said? I assume you have because I assume you actually played TFS, right? Soooo.... what happened here?
.....whY DO THEIR FACES LOOK LIEK THAT KSAJDLKJAS:LKDJLKASJD:L--
So now we’re getting into it.... into the bullshit.
Clementine tells AJ to go back to the school, and AJ says that she wasn’t even going to say goodbye..... and then more bad dialogue that sound unnatural when you try to fucking read it.
First off.... AJ’s reaction to Clementine attempting to leave is barely anything. Again, I hate to keep questioning if you actually played TFS, but AJ would throw a fucking fit if he caught Clementine out here ALONE like this, attempting to leave.
And then he says “Like last time? You were going to come back?” this sentence makes my brain hurt. I just.... “Like last time, right? You’re coming back?” UGH
Wow, I feel nothing.
I’m sitting here watching these two imposters with fucked up faces who are supposed to be Clementine and AJ and I feel nothing.
I’m not even going to comment on the faces anymore. You can see it. You know.
So yeah... AJ tells her the #1 rule, and reminds her that she promised.
Y’know.... she promised that she would never leave him again? Remember? At the McCarroll ranch? That flashback that was in TFS? The one you would watch if you played the game?
Why is she looking straight at me when she should be looking at AJ as she says this? Is this Clementine’s way of telling me she’s sorry for what a shitty direction this is taking? I wouldn’t know because her face isn’t doing anything. Just because you draw a couple of tears that doesn’t mean I’m feeling the emotional heartbreak you’re attempting to convey.
I don’t have enough middle fingers for this.
Well, my hat’s off to you. Ya did it. Ya fucked up everything single part of Clementine’s character in the span of two pages, I’m almost impressed.
First off, the baby thing is weird. Why is she calling him that? She’s never called him that, which you should know.
Second, she’s not happy and that’s why she’s leaving. Clementine isn’t happy, and AJ can’t make her happy. Ericson can’t make her happy. So she’s going to go out on the road to.... what, be unhappy by herself?
I’m sorry, but apparently we need a few reminders here of who Clementine is, because this isn’t her.
This is Clementine.
Clementine fought for years to find a home, something she hasn’t had since she was an eight-year-old girl before the apocalypse. The motor-inn wasn’t a home, the cabin wasn’t home, the ski-lodge, Howe’s, Wellington, Richmond, Prescott, none of them were home.
She struggled for years, dealing with trauma after trauma while out on the road. She went from group to group, watching people she cared about die and she was powerless to do anything about it. Whenever she let her guard down and become comfortable, it bit in her in the ass and left her heartbroken.
She was there when AJ was born. She grew close to Rebecca while she was pregnant, she let herself do that even after everything she went through with Christa. Clementine had a bond with AJ even before he was born, and after Rebecca died, she did what she could to keep him safe, despite play choice.
She cried when she thought AJ died and when she found him in that car again. She swore to protect him, to raise him right and love him. All they had was each other.
And when she joined the new frontier and AJ got sick, she risked everything to save him and she was devastated when they took him away from her. When she found out he was alive, she is willing to go as far as helping Lingard overdose [INJECTING HIM HERSELF IF SHE HAS TO] to figure out his location. She did shitty things to find him, she killed people at McCarroll Ranch to find him again.
Clementine raised him and he is her family, do you understand that? She went to hell and back for him, she taught him how to protect himself, and even though she made mistakes she sacrificed everything for him. She promised him that they would have a home of their own one day, she talked about how much she wished for a world where she didn’t have to worry about fighting and killing and AJ could just be a happy kid.
She fought for Ericson, she watched her friends die or become mutilated by someone from her past. She allowed herself to be vulnerable enough to pursue a romantic relationship with Louis or Violet because she felt safe with them, felt safe at Ericson because it’s their home now.
And when Clementine was bit, she thought she was going to die but she still fought to make sure AJ would be safe and happy without her and it was heartbreaking. She’s dying and the only thing she cares about is AJ. Not herself, not what’s going to happen to her after she dies or turns... no, she tries to make AJ smile again, she makes sure he remembers the rules, and she tells him that she loves him.
Then he cuts off her leg, and she survives. AJ saved her fucking life, and she got to wake up at home and live to see her family again. She got to push AJ on a tire swing, she got to eat a hot meal and laugh with her friends, she got to make plans with her lover/best friend for what’s next for Ericson, and she got to talk to AJ and tell him the truth... and she asked him if she did a good job, and he’s honest with her right back.
Hell, she tells him to keep her hat. Her iconic hat. The one thing she has left of her father, possibly her more cherished item. She lets him keep it.
The last time we see Clementine, she’s happy. She’s sitting on the steps by herself, staring at her family with such fondness in her eyes and a smile on her face because she finally did it. She finally found a home where she can breathe. She has a bed to sleep in, she has AJ with her, she has a boyfriend/girlfriend who loves her and who she loves back, she has friends she can rely on.
Clementine smiles, and lets out a small laugh.
She doesn’t have to run anymore.
And now you have the balls to tell me that AJ and Ericson don’t make Clementine happy anymore.
She abandons everything to go back out on the road again, and that’s proof enough for me that you don’t understand a damn thing about Clementine or her journey.
“ I don't even know the person I'm talking about... It's like all we have in common is the same name.”
....Anyway.
Wow, Clementine found a car and kept is stashed. How lazy and convenient for this bullshit plot.
And this is the part where I have to tell this comic to fuck off.
What, you think if you throw in an incredibly inaccurate flashback next to a current pair of hugging Clem and AJ that I’ll feel anything but anger? That flashback is a slap to the face. It’s snowing, but the only time we’ve seen snow is in S2 when AJ was a literal new born, so why is he that big? Is that supposed to be from ANF because that ALSO doesn’t look like that AJ, and that’s not the outfit Clementine had on... AND there was no snow. This is cheap and meaningless.
Any fan of the series who has played through the games could tell you this.
So.... AJ runs into the woods and then we get this garbage.
This comic is awful. It misses the point of everything TFS, and the rest of the series, stood for. There is no heart here. I feel no happiness in reading it, and I don’t detect any passion behind it. It’s a lifeless comic that retcons everything in order to throw AJ away and start fresh with a new adventure for Clementine that makes no sense because the cow isn’t profitable unless it’s milked.
This isn’t canon, and it won’t ever be canon, and honestly? At this point, I have no faith in the graphic novel trilogy. It will take a lot to do a turn around from this, and I don’t even know if that’s possible.
Again, to reiterate, I don’t have anything personal against Tillie Walden herself. She’s just doing her job, and from what I’ve seen of her as a person, she seems like a sweetheart. I don’t want anyone giving her shit because I think the comic isn’t good or that you agree with me. All of my anger is directed at the comic itself, her work, not specifically her.... and a little bit at Skybound, because they’re the reason this is even a thing in the first place.
So yeah.... there ya have it.
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