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luneariaa · 7 months

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hehe nanami brainrot. just a lil imagine. not proofread.

The sound of glass breaking from the distance filled your senses. Nanami stood there, looking deadly serious; his whole demeanor in general radiates frustration and anger, especially when his gaze landed on Haruta.

You could've sworn that this is the side of him that you rarely ever seen. It's like a completely whole new side to him, compared to his usually composed and calm self. It's almost scary, yet it still managed to make you wanting to see more. In a way, that is.

You feel quite helpless at the moment, remaining in your seated position somewhere a bit safer since you got injured during a fight not too far earlier. Left no choice but to witness the whole fight for now. Nanami would've disapprove of you joining the fight against Haruta because of your current condition.

He didn't even give any proper chance for Haruta to speak-- obviously ticked off by what just happened and kept hitting him without mercy.

How strong is he, actually? He managed to not even get a single scratch from the whole fight. The massive gap in experience and sheer skill is clearly apparent, and your train of thoughts are cut off when Nanami sent Haruta flying through the walls.

Damn..

He then begins to approach you steadily, which causes your eyes to widen slightly; though not out of fear.

Once the distance is close enough, he kneels in front of you; inspecting the injury that you've gotten on your side area.

"That looks pretty bad," Nanami commented, before applying some pressure to the wound slowly with some sort of cloth, which made you wince a bit at the rather painful sensation.

"Sorry, but I need to stop the bleeding first. Please hold still."

This time, his tone is much more calmer and gentler than the previous one he used. His actions matches the tone of his voice.

You obeyed, keeping silent for the time being and just watching him bandaging your wound and stuff even if it's just for temporary.

It's quite hard to look away from him, especially right now. How can this man switches his personality so quick? An odd question, yet it does leave you in wonders.

Scary in battle, yet gentle with his actions, along with his way of speaking.

You didn't even realize that you'd been staring at him during the whole process. The bleeding did stop, but the pressure still has to be made at least a bit.

"Try not to move much for now, okay?"

He spoke carefully, and seemed to try his best to hide the worry in his expression.

And instead of responding back with your own words, you instantly reached out and grabbed ahold of his hand in a somewhat tight grip, but it didn't faze him at all.

He froze on his spot at your sudden actions, yet his expression remained the same. Couldn't even tell what he was thinking at the moment.

"Are you alright?" Nanami questioned, sensing the quiet stare from you.

"I.. I am." Though you didn't let go of his hand just yet for some reason. That's when his expression grew softer. It was subtle, but it was there.

"Sorry, but I need my hand back." His voice remained gentle as he tried to slowly pull his hand from your grip.

You still didn't let go; much to his confusion. Even you are confused yourself as well. Nanami was unsure how to react at this point, so he simply gazed at your face for a while there.

You looked like you even wanted something from him, but even you can't tell what it is.

"Ah, sorry." You finally let abruptly go of his hand, turning your face away in embarrassment.

And as if from the mere actions alone have left a huge impact on his heart. Even just for a moment, he actually gets to feel your touch. A tint of pink coated his cheeks, though it went unnoticed by you.

He leans his head closer while whispering, "Don't apologize."

A short moment of silence followed, before he stands up straight back again-- extending his hand to you.

"We should leave." You nodded in reply, slowly getting back up on your feet as well.

Perhaps it's better to leave things as they were for now. He shouldn't really be distracted during times like this.

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why-am-i-here-someone-save-me · 2 years

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Caged (Part 6)

TWs: Yandere behavior, slight amnesia, implied use of sedative if you squint hard enough, edgy teen Zhongli, panic attack, Morax watches you sleep for a few lines because he’s a weirdo

Was is by mercy or by twisted amusement that fate had granted you the teal orb that spoke of ‘Freedom’? You did not know.

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“C-Contract? I… No, I don’t remember… I’m sorry…”

The amber eyes that seem to stare into your soul fill with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. Your heartbeat pounds loudly in your ears, fear filling your heart.

You are afraid of this man.

“I see… Well, that is most unfortunate. Not to worry though, I believe I might have a few ideas about how to refresh your memory. First however, it is best if you eat for now. You’ve been asleep for quite a while after all.”

You nod a bit fearfully, still a bit scared of him. Before long a steaming bowl of some sort of soup is placed in front of you. The smell of it is incredible, and your suddenly acutely aware of how long it’s been since you’ve last recall eating.

“Don’t burn yourself now, it’s very hot.”

Your hands shake a tiny bit as you move to eat, only for Morax to grab your hand. The hold he has is not painful, but it’s certainly strong. You nervously glance up at him, flinching a little at the frown on his face.

“…It seems your body is still fatigued. Here, I will help. You won’t recover if you force yourself in such a way.”

Your face burned brightly as he helped you. Even being unable to remember things very clearly, you knew that this was unusual. After finishing you couldn’t help but feel rather tired. Or at least, your body certainly did, even though your mind was wide awake. A yawn made it’s way from your mouth, causing your amber eyed companion to chuckle a small bit, amusement clear in his eyes. Your eyes began to drift closed, and while at first you fight to keep them open, it’s a losing battle.

“You look quite tired. Get some rest for now [Name].”

Finally your eyes close completely, your breathing steadying a few moments later as you succumb to a dreamless sleep.

You are not aware of the way that Morax gently grabs your wrist and traces his finger over the Geo sigil that marked your skin.

You are not aware of the possessive light that filled his eyes as he looked at your peaceful sleeping face.

You are not aware of the thoughts that whirl around in his mind, of their dark and obsessive nature.

You are not aware of the fact that you had unknowingly caused the god of contracts to snap.

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When you awoke next, you cringed and quickly covered your ears and squeezing closed your eyes. The air around you seemed heavy, almost like you were being crushed. Your sight was covered in spots as you tried to catch your breath, not seeing the way the Geo sigil on your inner wrist glowing brightly. Your senses were screaming at you so loudly you felt like your head was going to explode. Unknown to you there was a wind rushing through the room, growing stronger and stronger, faster and more ferocious with every passing second.

A vase of glaze lillies on a side table wobbles unsteadily before toppling to the floor with a deafening crash. Had you not been so busy trying to recover, you just might have noticed the look of anger that was on Morax’s face when he had quickly opened the door, or the glowing spear in his hand; prepared to cut down whatever the threat was, or maybe, just maybe, you’d have seen the way the fury in his glowing amber eyes shifted to understanding, then dissatisfaction, before settling into a composed mask.

The gale slowly begins to wind down, until at last the air is still once again. You tremble heavily as the adrenaline clears from your system, unable to hide how shaken you are while uncovering your ears. A sudden feeling of a hand on your shoulder makes you jump, your eyes flying open, a small gasp of surprise coming from you.

“Are you alright [Name]? Do you have any injuries?”

Morax’s expression relaxes a bit once he sees you shake your head. He effortlessly disposed of the scattered shards of the vase and the lilies, though he notes something lying on the bed next to you, half covered by the sheets that you’d pulled around yourself to try to find comfort. There is a flicker of perturbation in his eyes, but it is gone so quickly you aren’t certain if you’d imagined it or not.

You hadn’t.

Nor had you noticed the object that the resentful glare had been directed towards.

You would later find the Vision, glowing teal and pulsing with not Geo energy, but with Anemo energy.

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When he’d first seen that you had been blessed with a Vision, he had been curious. But upon discovering that the element you’d had bestowed on you was not his element, that it was Anemo of all things, he had been filled with fury.

‘Freedom’ Anemo declared to all who listened.

He despised it.

Freedom meant the breaking of bindings.

You would not be breaking the contract between you and him. You were bound by it; and he had every intention of ensuring that you carried out your end of the bargain, be it the easy way or the hard one.

You do know how seriously he takes his contracts, no?

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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Birthday Bullies-SBI AU Imagine

This is Brother!Technoblade, Brother!Wilbur, Brother!Tommyinnit, and Father!Philza x gn!reader in the SBI inc AU in which you are the youngest of the three. That being said, you and Tommy are in the same grade due to you skipping a grade because you’re so smart and that gets you into trouble because people don’t like people that are different ya know?

TW: Bullying, like physically, mentally, and emotionally. As well as cursing

Masterlist here

Y/N is being bullied at school. They’re able to keep the secret from her father and brothers for a while. But every cat gets out of the bag eventually.

Y/N’s POV

Being the youngest in your class is hard. It’s even harder when the age gap is bigger than the usual age gap. My father and my teacher’s realized that my “smarts” were way ahead of others in my grade and together we decided that I might be happier skipping two grades and going into high school at 13.

At first, I was ecstatic. I would get to take tougher classes but I would also get to be with my older brother Tommy as a freshman and our even older brothers who were seniors. But as time passed, more of the freshman class began to turn on me and began to hate me. Not only did I begin to feel excluded from my classmates, but my classmates began to pick on me.

It wasn’t too bad at first. Just whispers and snide comments to begin with. But some people got more bold and soon I could barely walk down the hallway without my shoulder being shoved and cruel words spat directly in my face. No matter how hard it got, I refused to tell my brothers. I didn’t want to be a bother to them. I was in high school now, I should be able to fight my own battles… Right? Besides, some of the kids had threatened to beat up Tommy if I even thought of telling my brother’s what was happening.

Luckily, I usually got home before everyone so I got to let out all of my feelings without having to worry about any of the boys seeing me break down. Techno has theater, Wilbur has music lessons, Tommy goes to Tubbo’s to hang out, and my father, Philza, works until 5. So I was home alone for 2 hours which gave me enough time to break down, cry it out, pull myself together, cover any bruises I may have gotten from the day, and pretend like nothing happened before anyone got home. It was a process I had down to a science. No one knew about my struggles, but that was all about to change.

It was my birthday. I woke up feeling pretty good. I could immediately smell the breakfast my father was making. I swung myself out of bed, grabbed the outfit I planned on wearing, and went to the bathroom. I quickly did what I needed to do in the bathroom before bouncing down the stairs.

As I suspected, my father was standing over the stove and all three of my brothers were sitting around the table chatting. At the sound of my footsteps, all heads snapped to me, grins placed on all their faces. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” All four cheered in unison. A matching grin painted my lips, “thank you!” I beamed. Philza quickly turned off the stove and rushed over to me and scooped me up in a big hug. “I can’t believe my baby is officially a teenager!” Dadza cooed in my ear. I giggled and hugged him back, “If it helps I can’t believe it either.” Philza gave my back a quick pat before releasing me and going back to the stove.

I sat down in my seat at the table next to Tommy and gave all my brothers smiles. “Here you go sweetheart” Dadza announced, placing a plate filled with my favorite breakfast foods down in front of me. “Thanks Dad!” I cheered, before picking up my fork and digging in. The boys took this as their cue to get up and get their own plates.

Soon everyone was sitting around the table, eating and enjoying each other’s company. “Unfortunately I wasn’t able to get the day off and the boys still have their after school activities that they can’t get out of and so you’re still going to be home for two hours by yourself before we can all get home to celebrate” Dadza explained in an apologetic tone. Although I was a little disappointed, I understood. “That’s okay. Like you said, we can just celebrate when everyone gets home. No worries,” I told him with a smile. Dadza returned my smile, “Thanks for being so understanding kiddo.” “No problem dad!”

We finished breakfast and then it was time to head to school. Wilbur drove us in the car that Dad had gotten him when he got his license. Techno also had a car and a license, but he hates driving and so he forces Wilbur to drive everyday. Once we got to the school, the four of us said our goodbyes to each other before heading our separate ways. I stopped by my locker and put my books away before heading to my first period.

Surprisingly, the day passed very easily. Sure there were still a few shoves and words thrown my way, but nothing too major which I was really happy about. It seemed like the universe was giving me a break because it’s my birthday today! I should have known it was too good to be true.

The last bell rang releasing us from the hell that we call school. I quickly made my way to my locker, grabbed everything I needed before walking toward the exit. I had almost made it out of the building when I heard the cruel voice of Chad, one of my main bullies, call my name from behind me. I silently prayed that if I just ignored him he would get bored and move on… It did not work.

“Hey!” The same aggressive voice called, this time a forceful hand finding my wrist and forcing me to turn around. “I’m talking to you bitch. When I’m speaking I expect you to listen” His hand tightened around my wrist causing me to whimper. I knew that the skin was going to bruise and it was going to hurt a lot. The sound of me in pain caused the smirk on Chad’s face “Aw. Does a little pressure hurt the baby?” Chad mocked, tightening his hand even more causing even more shooting pain to send through my wrist. “Please let me go” I begged, trying to tug my wrist from his iron grip, I made no progress. “No. I don’t think I will. You need to learn your lesson and learn to listen to your superiors when they’re speaking to you,” Chad spit, glaring at me with so much hatred in his eyes. I let out another small whimper, but didn’t say anything else.

Chad smirked at my demeanour, “Good… Now I’m feeling particularly generous today, so I’m going to let you go. But remember this the next time I call you, you better respond immediately.” Chad let go of my wrist and I was about to respond, but I suddenly felt a force on my shoulders, shoving me to the ground. My hands shot out behind me and I felt the skin on the palms of my hands break as they met the ground. Chad’s obnoxious laughter rang out loudly as he walked away, leaving me on the ground.

I had to take a few moments to compose myself. I couldn’t cry here. I couldn’t risk another person walking by and seeing me lying here crying. I had to be strong until I got home. I carefully pushed myself up, hissing at the feeling of the pressure on my scraped palms. Once I was up, I carefully inspected my palms and wrist. Small rivers of blood flowed from the open wounds. I slowly clenched my fists closed, trying to keep the blood in. My eyes caught the wrist that Chad had gripped, it was extremely red and small bouts of purple were already appearing in the shape of fingerprints. I took a deep breath before walking out of the school and toward home.

It’s days like today that I’m very grateful that I’m home for a few hours by myself. I didn’t have to explain anything to anyone and I could be my happy self by the time everyone gets home. It was hard to keep the tears at bay on my way home, but I managed.

A sigh of relief left my lips as my house appeared in my vision. I practically ran to the front door, carefully grabbing my key and unlocking the door, careful to not get any blood on the door or my key. I rushed into the house and slammed the door behind me. Once I was sure the door latched, I allowed myself to break down. The tears that I had forced to remain in my eyes finally flowed freely down my cheeks as sobs escaped my lips. I threw off my bookbag and allowed myself to sink into the door and slide down to the ground as the sobs wracked my body.

I was so absorbed in myself that I didn’t hear someone calling my name. I couldn’t hear them ask what was wrong. I didn’t even know they were there until arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders. I immediately jumped in surprise and my eyes snapped to whoever was grabbing me. Through my blurry vision, I could make out the outline of my father’s extremely concerned face staring at me. “What are you doing home?” I blubbered, immediately trying to dry my tears to try and hold on to some form of dignity. Dadza looked up causing me to follow his gaze. There I found all three of my brothers standing there as well, staring at me. Of course. Of course this just had to happen. “Do you remember this morning when I told you I couldn’t get the day off?” I let out a sniff and nodded at the question, of course because had he not, we wouldn’t be in this situation. “Well I lied to you to surprise you. I pulled the boys out of school early and they’ve been helping me set up your birthday surprise… But that doesn’t matter, what happened Y/N? What’s wrong?”

I couldn’t tell him. I can’t. They’ll hurt Tommy. I cleared my throat and shook my head, bringing a hand up to wipe my face. “Nothing… Nothing. I’m fine, forget about it.” I tried to brush the concern off. But Dadza’s gentle hand grabbed my hand and it was then I remembered the blood running from my hand and the finger shaped bruises forming. Dadza examined my hand, “Wilbur go get me the first aid kit please. Techno an ice pack. Tommy, please go finish setting up,” Dadza softly commands my three brothers before turning back to me with a raised eyebrow, “You’re fine?” he asked with a slightly mocking tone. I knew I had been caught.

The tears began welling in my eyes again. After a moment of silence I managed to give an answer, “No” I croaked out, “I’m not fine.” Tears began falling from my eyes once again. Dadza instantly pulled me into him once again and began rubbing my back again. “I’ve got you honey. I’ve got you.” He soothed as I sobbed in his shoulder. As I cried, I could feel someone take my hands and begin to take care of them. A small sting running through them before bandages carefully wrapped around them. A cool presence also settled on my throbbing wrist.

I don’t know how long I cried for. But I needed it. I broke down at least once every week, but crying to someone feels so much better. The tears finally stopped and the sobs turned into sniffs. “Feel better?” Dadza asked softly in my ear. I nodded, my face still in his shoulder. “You want to tell me about it now?” I pulled my face from his body and looked around the room. Techno and Wilbur still remained in the room, but Tommy was nowhere to be seen… Just how I want it.

And so I told him. I told him everything. I told him how hard high school had been for me and how everyone had been so mean to me. I told him what had happened today and what Chad had done. I explained why I was happy to be left home alone for a few hours everyday. How I broke down and patched myself up everyday. And at the end, I explained why I never told anyone. I told them how they had threatened Tommy and how the last thing I wanted was for anyone else to be hurt.

By the end of my ramblings, Techno and Wilbur were visibly fuming. Dadza was calm on the outside, but I could tell he was pissed too. It took a few moments before Philza spoke, “Tomorrow. I will be going down to the school and having a talk with the principal. There is no reason that this should ever happen to anyone, especially not you. When I met with them, they assured me that you would fit in fine and they would keep an eye on you… It’s obvious they didn’t keep that promise.” I couldn’t help the shiver that was sent down my spine at my father’s dark tone. I knew it wasn’t directed at me, but I had never heard this before and it kind of scared me.

“And we’ll be sure to take care of Chad tomorrow” Techno glowers, giving Wilbur a small nod. Philza’s head turned to his sons and he gave them a disapproving look. Wilbur holds his hands up in defense, “We promise we won’t do anything that gets us suspended or expelled… We just want to teach him a lesson.” Dadza hesitated but then gave them a small nod. A small cheer escaped Wilbur’s lips as he and Techno fistbumps. “And I’ll help too!” Wilbur and Techno whip around and part revealing Tommy standing there, his face red and his fist pounding in his hand. “Tommy, Wilbur, Techno… Please you really don’t have to-” “No we do have to. They messed with you, they mess with all of us…. Now let’s forget this for now and go celebrate your birthday”

And so you did. Dadza helped you stand up and walked you into a decorated kitchen. Party decorations of your favorite color and theme littered the walls and the table announcing “Happy Birthday” to you. Your favorite foods sat on the kitchen table with your favorite drink sitting in front of your favorite spot. Had you not just cried your eyes out, you would have cried happy tears. “Guys!” You squeal, rushing forward, looking at everything, “You didn’t have to do all this. Thank you!” The four of them chuckled at your reaction. You quickly sat in your own seat, waiting for everyone to sit down, before digging in. The rest of the night was spent just celebrating you. You got a lot of gifts from your family and ate a lot of ice cream and cake and just all around had a good time.

*Time skip to the next day*

The next morning was the first morning in a while that I didn’t absolutely dread going to school. I rode to school with dadza. Wilbur and the boys following behind us in his own car. When we got there, Dadza went straight to the office and the four of us siblings stuck together instead of immediately branching off from each other. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I heard my father’s voice boom asking where the principal was.

The four of us continued down the hallway until we passed Chad. “Hey bitch!” Chad called from his spot leaning up against the lockers. I was a little surprised at his boldness, usually when I was with my brothers, nobody bothered me, but I guess he didn’t care today. I didn’t even get a chance to respond because in the blink of an eye, Techno had him pinned up against the lockers. “What did you just say to them?”

Instantly, Chad’s demeanour changed, “Hey man, get off of me!” He exclaimed, trying to get out from under Techno, but my pink haired brother’s grip was too strong. “No, no, no… You’re going to tell me what it is you just said to them” Techno repeated, his tone extremely dark. Wilbur slowly walked up behind him and smirked at the trapped bully, “Yeah. I mean you seemed so brave just moments ago. Almost as brave as you were yesterday, come on big man. Where’s that bravery now?” Chad’s gaze shifted from my brother’s to me, “You fucking snitch! I told you not to tell, now you’re going to pay!” Chad once again tried to get out of Techno’s grip, but he was immediately slammed back against the lockers. Techno let out a small tisk, “That was the wrong answer Chad. You should know by now I don’t like repeating myself.” Techno growled, lifting Chad from the locker and slamming him back against it.

Chad let out a small gasp of pain as the loud crash sounded, “You can’t do this! You two are both 18, I’ll sue. I’ll press charges.” Chad gasped, panic slowly filling his voice. That seemed to break through to Techno. Techno let out a huff of air through his nose. “If I ever catch you messing with Y/N again, I will end you” Techno grumbles out before letting go of Chad and taking a few steps back.

Chad takes a moment to collect himself before the stupid smirk returns to his face. “That’s right. You’re not so big and bad are you?” He taunted my oldest brother. I watch as Wilbur has to literally grab Techno and restrain him from completely pouncing on the bully. Chad only smirks at the chaos he’s created.

To my surprise, Tommy steps in front of him. “You better watch your mouth,” Tommy spoke to the bully. “Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?” Chad asked with a huge smirk on his face. Tommy didn’t answer, he just stood there staring at Chad. I could tell Chad was getting nervous under Tommy’s stare. Finally he’d had enough of the silence, “You’re such a freak just like your sibling,” Chad announced, reaching forward and shoving Tommy as hard as he could. Tommy stumbled back, but it seemed as though that was what he was waiting for. “Oh, you’re going to regret that” Tommy announces with a smirk, popping his knuckles. Chad let out a scoff as he rolled his eyes, “Sure kid. It’s not like you’re going-” Chad didn’t get to finish because Tommy’s fist connected with Chad’s face. Tommy had reared back and punched Chad in the face as hard as he could.

A gasp sounded throughout the hallway and it was then I noticed that there were a bunch of people that had gathered to watch what was happening. Chad went down like a sack of potatoes, just crumpling to the ground. For a moment, everyone was frozen. No one could believe what had just happened. Finally Tommy moved and looked around at the group that was staring at him. “That’s right!” Tommy announced loudly. His eyes met mine and he smiled before walking over and wrapping his arm around me “This is my sibling. If I ever catch you or hear of any of you bullying Y/N, it’ll be you next.” Wilbur and Techno were quick to join the two of us, “Yeah! What he said!” Wilbur cheered, backing up his younger brother.

The office door flung open and my father and the principal walked out. All eyes snapped to the two adults that had just entered the scene. Principal M glanced around the hall, his eyes landed on an unconscious Chad, “What happened?” He asked, moving over to the knocked out boy. “It was self defense your honor,” Tommy claimed boldly, “He pushed me and tried to punch me but I punched him before he could… It was self defense.” Mr. M looked around everyone, “Is this true?” Every single head bobbed in unison at the question. No one was going to snitch. I could tell that Mr. M was a little skeptical but when his eyes met my fathers, he quickly nodded. “Right well… I’ll get him down to the nurses office… Everyone get to class”

With that, everyone broke from their trance and raced off to their classroom. The four of us however made our way over to our father. “What really happened?” Dadza asked, an amused eyebrow raised as he looked the four of us up and down. Techno looked over his shoulder and shrugged, “We can explain later… It’s actually a funny story” Techno claimed with a small chuckle. Dadza couldn’t help but chuckle as well, “Well I can’t wait to hear it… I’ve got to go to work now but I’ll see you at home,” Dadza announced throwing his arms open. With no shame we all piled into his arms and had a big group hug. Dadza let us go and we began to head off to our classes.

“Oh wait! Dad!” I called, stopping my father from leaving, “What did you say to the principal?” I asked, really curious. A small smirk appeared on my father’s face, “I’ll tell you when you’re older… Just know that you’re never going to be bullied in this school again… And if you are, let’s just say there are some jobs at stake… I’ll see you later kiddo. Love you!” “Love you too!” And then he was gone. I walked to my first class, the teacher not even questioning why I was late.

After that day, I was never bothered by bullies again. Everyone either was very nice to me, or they avoided me completely. Tommy and I spent a lot more time together. The boys had grown even more protective of me ever since they found out. I didn’t mind though, they’re my boys and I love them. Sometimes you need someone to stand up for you, to protect you, and to take care of you. And I couldn’t have asked for better boys to be that for me.

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Find out what Philza said to the principal here lol

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ackermansupremacy · 3 years

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Porco, pieck, zeke, and reiner headcannon with a partner who’s a warrior? I love your work btw!

These compliments mean so much to me ;-;

Porco, Pieck, Zeke and Reiner with a warrior s/o

Splash of angst warning!

Porco

Lowkey a simp lol

You guys probably met while training

He had his eye on you a lil bit

But you were always so focused on your training that you never really noticed him

Until he really started putting himself out there for you 💀

Then he started catching your attention a bit

When you two actually started dating he tried his best to remind himself not to be overly protective

He knew that if you were able to get this far you didn’t constantly need him to protect you

This didn’t stop him from hovering around whatever area your in a bit though

And stepping in whenever things start to look bad, but that was a rare occasion

One time he straight up GRABBED you in his titan form when you were almost severely injured

You really chewed him out for that one...

He always comes out of battles way more roughed up than you

You like to tend to his wounds sometimes

He doesn’t need it obviously, but he thinks its really kind of you to do and it feels like an intimate moment between the two of you so he would never stop you

He sneaks extra food rations for you guys too sometimes

“Babe look what I found!” “Found or stole?” “...Yes.”

Most of the time you spend together is always under serious circumstances so the time you guys spend together out of that is COMPLETE tomfoolery (as Zeke calls it)

Nothing really stupid, little childish things.

Ways to relive the childhood you didn’t really have

Its not often that you get to spend time with each other without the heavy atmosphere of war

So he likes to take you to old empty kids playgrounds at night where you can play on the swingset and stargaze

Like its just you and him in the whole world ❤️

Pieck

My girl!!

You and Pieck have been friends for as long as you can remember

But it wasn’t until you guys got older that there started to be sparks

Training wasn’t as difficult when you had each other

You guys got scolded a lot for talking during training

Shes pretty distracting lol

You guys never really formally declared that you were together

But one day someone asked and the two of you were just like “....yeah, we are”

Pieck is exact opposite to Porco

Shes not protective at all

Not in a bad way or anything!

She knows you, and she knows what you’re capable of

So she knows better than to worry herself too much over it

But of course she does a little bit cuz she loves you

After any kind of fight goes down she always goes to find you first

She always dresses your wounds and pokes fun at you a bit to ease the tension

“You’re so clumsy!! Its cute.” “Pieck I got shot??”

Her lighthearted approach to it always makes you feel better

She swears up and down thats why you have such speedy recoveries

In reality, she just takes care of you really well

She feels like since she doesn’t protect you on the battlefield she’ll definitely protect you off of it

Shes so sweet, I think shes like a lil fairy

She finds little things and brings them to you all excited

“Look what i found!” “What is it..?” “I don’t know! :D”

It always sets you off on little adventures to find out what strange things shes found are

She once found a ring and makes you wear it whenever you guys go out to fight

She always kisses it and calls it your good luck charm

For just a little piece of metal, it makes the two of you feel calmer when marching to your potential death

Even though shes very confident in her and her titans ability, the real reason why she gives you all the little trinkets is so you have something to remember her by if something suddenly goes south....

So shes really really happy that you keep them, but she didn’t realize you kept them for the same reason she gave them to you

Zeke

Ahahaha you? The love of his life? On the BATTLEFIELD?

I think not

He knows you’re strong, he knows what you’re capable of and he knows you could hold your own out there

But hes also met Levi Ackerman

So he KNOWS whats out there

He trusts you, but not that much LMAO

And if you somehow are able to convince him to let you go out there you best believe you’ll have the safest job

Like being inside the carts artilery or a medic

He MUCH prefers when you don’t fight at all but do your part behind the scenes

Like organizing battle plans or preparing things for the mission itself rather than going on it yourself

He just doesn’t want to risk losing you

“Zeke you know i can handle myself out there” “You sure can” “You mean I can go?” “No.”

Would pull some serious strings to keep you off the battlefield

He thinks of you, his beloved lover like a breath of fresh air from all the war things that he deals with daily

He prefers to keep you out of things as much as he can for that reason

He doesn’t like being selfish about it

But he can’t help it, not when it comes to you

He values you too much

So whenever you guys aren’t in uniform he just,,,won’t discuss war things with you

He just wants to value the time he has with you outside of it because he already has so much time with you inside of it

Hes very different when his mind isn’t racing about it

Much less stiff and composed because he lets himself loose

Because he trusts himself to do that around you

After all, your the most secure thing in his crazy and twisted life

Reiner

SO PROTECTIVE

Dating or not dating this man loves you and thats that

He doesn’t have quite as much pull as Zeke does so hes unable to completely get you off the battlefield

But that doesn’t mean he won’t go to extreme lengths to protect you

If he hears you scream or cry out on thr battlefield...

Titan form, human form he doesn’t care

He will come RUNNING

He would carry you around on the armored titans shoulder if he could

His time with you off the battlefield is by far his favorite

He doesn’t even count the time you guys spend together in uniform

You guys are so used to the wages of war its almost robotic

But of course, its a different story when the two of you are alone

Typically at night

Its the one time the two of you can just pretend everything is okay

He likes to do peaceful things with you

Like read, or help you cook sometimes

He takes you out a lot too uwu

Sometimes a nice restaurant is just what you two need to unwind

Or maybe a visit to a play the two of you spent a lot of time as kids to bask in the nostalgia a bit

Hes still protective of you off the battlefield

After all hes been through hes scared you’ll slip through his fingers too

So he hides you away and protects you

Like a precious gem someone could try to steal away any moment

You really are the light of his life, he adores you

Just make sure to keep safe okay? :)

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I am LIVING for these marley requests i will take any reason to write about them 💀 I kinda popped off with Pieck (-_-;)>

I really really hope you liked it! Thanks for requesting!

#aot #snk #attack on titan porco #porco galliard #porco x reader #porco galliard x reader #aot pieck #pieck finger #snk pieck #pieck x reader #pieck finger x reader #aot zeke #zeke yeager x reader #zeke jaeger #reiner braun #reiner x reader #snk reiner #aot reiner

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gale-gentlepenguin · 3 years

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Counterpart to this

(Chat noir's side)

Shadowmoth had entered here!

Chat noir was sure of it.

Ladybug had told chat noir to sit tight while she and Rena Rouge went to get help. Sentimonsters were running rampant and the trio agreed that it was too much for them alone.

But how could he when Shadowmoth was right there! This could be the only chance they had of tracking him down!

The Cats night vision helped him naviagate the dark underground of the city. It didn't take long for the cat hero to realize he was in the catacombs.

"Spooky. Oddly fitting for Shadowmoth."

He pulls out his communicator to contact Ladybug... but no signal.

"I can't connect, strange... Ill jump out and call..." Chat noir's sentence was stopped as he collided with a wall.

"What the... I could have sworn that there was a door way behind me." The cat commented.

He decided to start walking. Perhaps finding the villain would make finding the way out easier.

Chat noir began making his way through the catacombs. The place emitted a feeling of ominous dread. He never did like this place.

The tight dark spaces, the creepy feeling of being watched, and the nasty smell. Of course Shadowmoth would feel right at home.

Chat noir found himself hitting a dead end.

"Jeez this place is like a maze."

His nail to scratch an X on the wall.

"Thats one dead end."

The Cat hero made it a habit of doing that whenever he ran into a dead end.

As he encountered more and more dead ends her felt his calm start to shake.

"Is this place getting smaller?" He said in a joking manner to himself, but clearly was more panicked than he was trying to let on.

He started moving a bit faster, trying to find an exit, but every path seemed to take him to an X.

"No way, I know I haven't been down this way before..." Chat noir spoke in disbelief.

He was starting to get frustrated. Surely Ladybug noticed he was gone.

"Calm down Chat noir, Ladybug likely noticed you're missing and will be here to help."

"Hey where's chat noir?" a voice calls out. A familiar voice.

Chat noir focused on the sound, it was Rena rouge! He rushed to find the location of the sound.

"Rena! I am so glad to..."

Chat noir found himself looking at a wall, but something was different. Instead of a blank wall, it was projecting something. Chat noir could see Rena Rouge and Ladybug as clear as day. He could hear them.

"Where is that cat, I told him to wait here." Ladybug stated with a bit of annoyance.

"Should we go look for him?" Rena Rouge inquired.

"Look at the city! we don't have time to search. Im sure he will catch up." Ladybug insisted.

"Right!"

The two fist bump and run off as they head into battle.

Chat noir took that as a sign that he needed to find a way out. But as he turned, he noticed the way he came was gone. There was no door. He was just stuck in the room, with the broadcast. Chat noir finally realized it, this place was alive!

"So its a sentimonster's doing! Lets see how you like it when I destroy..."

Suddenly a pair of eyes show up on the wall. Then another pair.

The cat realized, the sentimonster WANTED him to use his power. It would cause the place to go haywire and he would be put on a time limit. He could be exposed if he tried it. What should he do?

Chat noir looked around the small room and noticed the broadcast was continuing. He took a deep disappointed sigh. All he could really do was watch. If things get really desperate for Ladybug, he will cataclysm the sentimonster and rush to her, consequences or not.

So Chat noir sat down and continued watching the broadcast.

He heard every quip, every word. He saw how Ladybug got down on herself when the guardian's Su Han had called got controlled.

He saw the reveal of Rena Rouge being Alya as she had to fight her akumatized family. That was a shock! And he could see the emotion of the whole situation.

He even saw Ladybug hit her lowest point which seemed to happen whenever Shadowmoth did something extra nefarious.

Chat noir tried calling out to her, trying to cheer her on, but he wasn't needed. Rena Rouge took over. She told Ladybug the encouraging words in his place.

"Even if its just the two of us, we can fight the whole world." Rena Rouge stated confidently. "Trust me."

Ladybug smiled as she met the fox's fist with her own.

"There's no one I can trust more!'

Chat noir felt his heart shatter. Was this real? Was this really happening? Was this just an illusion made by the sentimonster that trapped him? Regardless it was torture.

But he couldn't stop watching. He saw how Ladybug and the other heroes turned it all around. Scarlet shadow moth was shocked. He was in awe of ladybug and the other heroes. He was giving the cliché villain speech of how it wasn't possible, and then at the moment the Rena Rouge snagged his staff, the broadcast ended.

"I wasn't needed..."

He hugged his knees.

"Was I holding her back? Rena Rouge didn't need to sacrifice herself. She did everything I would have done but better..." Chat noir whispered as he felt his heart sink.

Was she just humoring me by keeping me around? Was I there just to be comic relief? Does she even trust me? Did she notice he was gone the whole time? Would she even care if he left?

These thoughts flooded the depressed cats mind.

Was she my partner only out of obligation?

That last thought made him stand up.

"CATACLYSM!" He roared as he hit the wall infront of him.

He heard the wailing of the creature that made up the maze. He saw the walls shifting like crazy! Some expanding and other's tightening. He needed to get out of there!

He still felt those negative feelings and it clouded his mind as he failed to dodge one of the moving walls, snapped on his leg like a mouse trap.

"No!"

Chat noir felt his despair grow as he noticed more walls moving and pulling him down. He was doomed.

"No wonder Ladybug wants to replace me." He said as a tear streamed down his face.

Thats when the cat noticed a black butterfly move towards him.

"No!" Chat noir tried to struggle but he couldn't get away as the akuma flew into his bell.

Chat noir screamed as the akuma tried to get into his head, but he can hear the sweet calls. It can give him the power to escape, he can have the power to show Ladybug he isn't replaceable.

He can show them all.

Chat noir did his best to resist. But all of the emotions he had been trying to suppress had burst to the surface, he couldn't resist.

He felt his resistance slip. The sentimonster stopped moving as Chat noir heard Shadowmoth's words.

“Chat Blanc! I give you the power of infinite destruction, to destroy anything and everything that causes you pain. In exchange, you will bring me Ladybug’s miraculous.”

Chat noir felt himself give in.

His black costume shift to become white. His green eyes turned a cold ice blue. His blond hair also matched his costume.

A new emotion filled him.

Pure rage.

"Mega Cataclysm."

A massive burst of destructive energy burst from his hand. He erased the rampaging sentient maze. He could finally see the outside.

He looked around and saw the Eiffel Tower.

"There." He said to himself before sprinting towards it.

Chat blanc noticed a few foolish individuals trying to stop his approach, but they were not strong enough to stop him. He casually swiped them without slowing his pace.

In a matter of minutes he had reached the top of the French monument.

“Excellent timing Chat Blanc.”

The Cat looked at the villain for a moment, expressionless. Internally he was seething in anger. All of the pain the villain had caused him. He hated him

“Ladybug we might need a lucky charm here”

The cat heard Rena Rouge say.

“It happened again…”

Ladybug muttered in horror.

She seemed to be zoning out. Was he not even worth her attention.

“Now Chat Blanc. Take the miraculous!”

Chat blanc had no interest in the villain's commands. But a thought popped into his head.

“I shall.”

Shadowmoth Laughed only to suddenly de-transform into Gabriel Agreste, right in front of the two heroes.

He had snatched both miraculous from him, and was looking at the villain with sharp eyes.

The cat villain was shocked for a split second. But it made sense in a sick cosmic sense. He decided he didn't care. His father was a monster that didn't care about him, so why should he care about his father?

“Chat Blanc! How dare you disobey me! I am your…”

“You are nothing…”

Chat blanc cataclysmed the man before he finished his sentence.

“… but a failure of a father.”

He turned his attention to Ladybug and Rena Rouge.

“Wow… that was excessive… But no worries. Just pass ladybug the akumatized item and we can undo all the damage done today.” Rena Rouge said as she composed herself.

The cat looked at the fox with contempt, how he wanted nothing more to destroy her for replacing him. But... a new more sinister thought pops into his head.

Chat Blanc raised his hand in the air.

“Cataclysm.”

A ball of white light formed in his palm and began growing.

Ladybug snapped back to reality as the gravity of the situation became real.

“Chaton stop! You can’t destroy everything! This isn’t you!”

He would destroy her legacy.

“Destroy Akuma Charms” He spoke.

Little balls of energy bursted out from the large cataclysm. The tiny energy balls located and destroyed every anti akuma charm Ladybug had ever created.

After that task was finished. Chat blanc lowered his hand, and a Cheshire grin appeared on his face.

“So I finally have your attention.”

#Chat noir's side of the story #chat blanc main villain au #ml fic #ml ficlet #miraculous ladybug #another side of the story #miraculous spoilers #ml spoilers #post optigami #really inspired by chat blanc angst rn #chat blanc #ml au #ml angst #angst #chat noir #ladybug #shadowmoth #fan sentimonster #rena rouge

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oneshot-wxnderland · 3 years

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Prince’s Kiss | Jason Grace

Summary: While on a mission, Y/n gets hurt and there’s only one way for Jason to save her.

Category: fluff

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You and Jason had found yourselves in many situations like this before: back to back, weapons drawn, and fighting off a hoard of monsters. The rhythm and coordination you two had crafted over the course of hundreds of hours in battle and in training together proved to be a formidable force against opponents. You covered each other’s blind spots and moved as one. Which was necessary in the cramped alleyway.

Soon enough your attackers had diminished in number until just a few were left and one big ugly came charging at you. You swung at it but your sword got stuck half-way through its wood club and wouldn’t come when you pulled.

“Jay-.” Ducking under the monster’s swing, you continued to try and pry your sword free.

“On it.” Jason replied and finished off his opponent with a quick and calculated strike before he spun around to help. You ducked beneath his arm as it arched over you and cut into the monster, turning it to dust before he reached around you and wrapped his hands around your own on the hilt of your sword. It came free with a strong pull from your combined strength and you both let out a heavy breath now that it was over.

“Thanks,” you huffed, out of breath.

“Don’t mention it,” he nodded, equally fatigued.

“You know,” you kicked the wood club out of your way as you started to leave. “You’d think that with how often this happens, we’d be less winded.”

“I’m fine, I think it’s just you,” he nudged your shoulder with his and you laughed.

“Oh really? Bet I could beat you back to the motel.”

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“I think you’re scared, Jay-.”

A sharp sting to your side cut off your words. You looked down to see a scorpion-looking monster crouching behind the dumpster next to you and it reared its tail for another attack. Your limbs were sluggish as you tried pathetically to raise your sword and fight.

“You’re on, Y/n.” Jason looked back at you, a challenging smile on his face that fell immediately when he saw the blood coming from your side and the monster about to swing. “Y/n!”

His sword found its mark and the monster was finished before it could strike again and he spun to face you, worry creasing his brow.

“Are you alright?” He reached out his hand towards your wound and caught you in his arms as you collapsed. “Hold on, Y/n.”

The motel room you had rented for your mission wasn’t far and Jason made record time carrying you back to it. He laid you on one of the beds and gently lifted your shirt up over your stomach so that he could see the wound. It didn’t look too deep once he cleaned it up but you still hadn’t woken up. That’s when he knew something was wrong. You were one of the toughest people Jason knew and he had seen you walk off wounds far worse than this.

Deciding he needed some professional help, Jason scrambled to get a golden drachma from his backpack and ran to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

When the misty picture of Will Solace lit up the tiles, Jason called out to him frantically.

“Jason!” Will jumped and spun around to see the Iris message. He took in the usually composed leader’s worry and then past the open bathroom door to where he could see Y/n unmoving on the bed and immediately snapped into business mode. “What’s wrong.”

“I don’t know she got hit and passed out but the wound isn’t that bad and she can’t eat any ambrosia like this. What do I do?”

“You said the wound isn’t bad?” Will asked and Jason held his hand up in an approximation of how big it is, not wanting to move you from the bed. “And she’s passed out? It must be something else then. Did you see what hit her?”

“Yeah it was some kind of scorpion looking thing, I don’t know.” Jason ran his hand through his hair and walked back over to you, inspecting the wound and holding your hand that Will couldn’t see.

“Does she have a fever? It could be some kind of poison,” Will offered and Jason felt your forehead.

“She’s burning up.”

“I don’t get it,” Will tore through his books looking for an answer. “There isn’t a kind of monster like that who’s sting produces these kinds of symptoms.”

Jason walked back over to the bathroom and looked at Will’s surroundings.

“Is Annabeth there? She would probably know.”

“She’s in New York City with Percy.” Jason’s budding hope shrank again and he looked at your reflection in the mirror. Your skin looked drained of color but at least the wound had stopped bleeding. “I’ll keep looking. Did the wound look discolored at all-?”

Jason jumped from a cry of pain and rushed back to your side where you were thrashing around in your sleep. He grabbed your wrists and tried to hold you down so you wouldn’t hurt yourself, your eyes screwed shut and agonized noises like a twisting knife in his gut. “Will!”

“I’m looking! Try to keep her still!”

Even unconscious, you were putting up a hell of a fight for Jason who was struggling to hold you down, especially since he was trying not to hurt you.

“Jason, you gotta hold her down.”

He jumped up and straddled your hips to keep your legs down and leaned the rest of his weight into keeping your wrists to the pillow.

“Wait, you guys were looking for monsters who stole stuff from Aphrodite, right?”

“Yeah?” The entire point of the mission had left Jason’s mind since he saw you collapse and he was too anxious to follow Will’s thinking.

“Then what if it was one of Aphrodite’s potions that the stinger was dipped in?” Will grabbed a new book and wildly searched through it. “This one must be it! Fainting, fever, convulsions… yeah it’s this one.”

“What do I do?” The fight was being drained from you but Jason was hesitant to do more than ease on his grip a little in case you started up again.

“It says that the only cure is a… wow, that is so like Aphrodite.”

“Will.”

“Okay it says that the only cure is a kiss from royalty, like a prince or something.”

Jason’s hope was crushed once again seeing as how even if they weren’t in America, a prince would be exceptionally hard to acquire.

“Well I don’t think I’ll be able to find a prince in the middle of Wisconsin. Is there another option?” There had to be another way. No way in hell was Jason going to lose you. Especially not before you knew how he felt.

You had completely stopped fighting against him and Jason wished you would keep doing so even if he was tired. He much preferred it to you lying there limp and lifeless.

“Wait, wait, wait. Zeus is the king of the gods,” Will started and expected Jason to catch on to his idea. “And you’re his son.”

“Well, technically I’m the son of Jupiter, but what does that have to do with anything?” Jason removed himself from on top of you and walked over to Will.

“I mean that technically makes you a prince, Jason.”

Jason frowned in concentration, weighing the legitimacy of that claim. Then he struggled to fight off a blush when he realized what Will was insinuating he has to do now.

“Are you sure that counts? Like there’s not another way?” Jason looked back at you, now dealing with new emotions adding to his turmoil.

“Jason, you have to try it. And like now, she doesn’t have long. It says here that once the convulsions stop they don’t have much time left.” Will’s face was getting blurry as the Iris message was running out.

“What if it doesn’t work, what do I do?” Jason pleaded to the fading form of his friend. “Will, Will!”

The Iris message cut off and Jason hit the wall in frustration before he returned to your side.

“This better work.” He didn’t know what he would do if it didn’t. As Jason knelt down and brushed some hair out of your face he couldn’t imagine having to live without you by his side. Even if you didn’t return his feelings, your friendship was too important to him. The thought of losing you made him forget any nerves he had and he leaned down and gingerly pressed his lips to yours.

The change was immediate as you breathed in life. Your eyes opened and the first thing they saw was Jason’s.

“Jay?” He broke out into the biggest smile you had ever seen on him and he pulled you into a hug. “What happened?”

“You got kinda poisoned and almost died.” At this point you registered the dull pain emitting from your side and leaned back to look at your injury. “But you didn’t because I saved you. You’re welcome.”

“Oh, so you’re my Prince Charming?” You asked him and he shrugged.

“I mean, technically.” His voice sounded less confident than it had and you looked at him quizzically, which made him avoid your gaze by walking over to his backpack. “How do you feel?”

“Fine…” you answered, still thinking about his sudden mood shift. “Except for whatever happened here.”

“Giant scorpion thing,” he answered and walked back over, handing you a square of ambrosia.

“Cool.” The ambrosia soothed your side and you leaned against the headboard in relief.

“Hardly,” Jason scoffed, sitting next to you but looking down at his lap. “You collapsed and went pale and I thought I was going to lose you.”

He got quiet and you saw the stress and worry in his slumped shoulders.

“The thought of you just… being gone. Before I could say goodbye or, or tell you how I feel. You were so pale…” His jaw clenched and he turned his face away from you.

“Jason,” you placed your hand on his shoulder and made him look at you. His blue eyes teared up and you felt a physical tug on your heart. Your hands cradled his face and gently wiped away the tear that fell to his cheek. “I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

His head hung and landed on your shoulder, your hand combed through his hair.

“And Jason?” You asked as you remembered a sensation from when you woke up.

“Mm-hm?” He responded from your shoulder, his voice steadier now.

“Did you… kiss me?”

At that he burst upright and a blush was raging on his face.

“Okay, I had to do it or you would die. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to- I mean I did want to kiss you. For a while now, actually, but not like this and especially when I couldn’t tell if you wanted me to or not. Will just said that there was no other way so-.”

“Shut up.” His eyes snapped to you failing to suppress your grin. “Don’t apologize. Just… do it again.”

His lips parted in shock and then one side lifted up as he leaned into you. Your hands held his face as his mouth pressed into yours and your bodies sighed into each other. So many years of longing and second-guessing and finally getting an answer, you couldn’t believe this was really happening.

Jason tilted his head further and deepened the kiss, his hand moving to your leg that was propped up on the bed, sliding from your knee down to your hip and squeezing.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled against his lips before you could stop yourself and you felt his smirk.

“Just wait.”

His lips moved down to your neck and you could breathe again but your head didn’t get any clearer, until you looked into the bathroom.

“Jason?”

“Hm?” His voice tickled the sensitive skin of your throat .

“Why is the shower on?”

#jason grace #Jason Grace x Reader #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n

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waiting4inspiration · 3 years

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A Different Way I: The Vow

Summary: Ivar comes to Earl Gunnar to form an alliance; the use of the Earl's strong fleet in exchange for Ivar making one of Gunnar's many daughters his wife. While there, none of the girls that practically throw themself at him catch his eye. No, he wants the woman that is ready for any fight. He wants the woman that vows that she will die on a battlefield.

Warnings: strong language, mentions of arranged marriage (kind of), blood vows, blood, small angst, fluff, mentions of death during childbirth, please please please let me know what you think of this because I'm struggling with the next part and feedback always helps me out

Word Count: 2,426

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Earl Gunnar is known for having many daughters. It means that Ivar is prepared to see so many women in his hall when he arrives. Hvitserk is not as prepared. Ivar also knows that he has to choose one of these daughters to be his wife if he wants this alliance between Earl Gunnar, the two of them have spoken about this in private already.

Gunnar’s fleet has grown larger than Ivar and his army would make a great addition to The Heathen Army. If Ivar wants to carry on raiding England and defeating their growing army, compromises have to be made. He will have to take a wife. And he’s sure that out of Gunnar’s group of daughters, he will find a wife suitable for him.

All his daughters were told about his arrival, to dress in their best dresses, and make themselves look like wives in hopes for his proposal. But there’s something in the way they all whisper and giggle to each other that Ivar doesn’t find appealing. Sure, maybe there are a few beautiful faces that he can learn to love, but none of them catch his attention right away.

“King Ivar. It is an honor to have you in my hall,” Gunnar speaks, standing from his seat and stepping forward. Ivar pulls his gaze away from the group of girls and looks towards him. Hvitserk is preoccupied with the girls, smirking and making them blush and not focusing on the Earl. “These are my daughters. All 12 of them are eager to meet you,” he mentions, gesturing to his giggling group of daughters.

Ivar glances back at them and quickly counts them out of curiosity. He finds a fault. Counting again, he smirks and looks back to the Earl. “I count 11,” he states, the smile on Gunnar’s face falls and his eyes snap over to his daughters.

They all glance around to see who is missing, but their father already knows who. “Where is your oldest sister, girls?” he questions, his second oldest that is only a few years younger smirks at him and folds her hands in front of her.

“Where do you think she is, father?” the girl questions, raising her eyebrow as the rest of the girls behind her snicker, making Ivar even less interested in them and more interested in this missing daughter.

Gunnar grumbles something to himself before the doors of the hall open to allow someone in.

Ivar and Hvitserk turn around to see who it is, Gunnar only closing his eyes because he knows exactly who it is; his oldest daughter. You. And Ivar is taken away by your appearance.

You are not dressed in a fine-fitting dress, nor do you have braids keeping your hair out of your face. You look like you have just stepped off a battlefield, sweat-covered forehead and sword tightly held in your hand.

And when you see the assembly in front of you, your eyes grow wide.

You look right past Ivar and at your father who still has his back facing you. Your sisters all smirk at you, some of them whispering and making each other laugh. And when your father turns around, you know you’re in big trouble because the look of cold, pure anger on his face makes you bite your lower lip.

“You were training?” Gunnar questions, Ivar glancing between you and your father. You give a small nod and shift on your feet, breathing out a sigh because you know what’s about to happen next. And you’re prepared to fight back. Ivar can see it in the way you stand. “And have you forgotten that we are in the presence of a visitor?”

Your eyes flicker over to Ivar, and he takes in a deep breath at the sight of your eyes staring into his. You swallow hard at the sight of his brightly colored eyes, realizing that they live up to the stories you’ve heard of them.

You bow your head to him. “Forgive me, my King. But I wasn’t interested in being displayed like an object for sale,” you spit, your anger not directed at him, but to your father.

Ivar is taken aback by your tone, by the fire in your eyes as you turn your gaze back to your father, and by the way your upper lip sneers at him as you speak. And your voice. It’s powerful and fierce.

Gunnar takes a deep breath to compose himself in front of Ivar and Hvitserk. He holds out his hand. “Give me your sword,” he orders, the daughter’s behind him all oohing like they know what’s about to happen.

You glance down at the sword in your hands and grip it tightly, shaking your head as you look back to your father. “Mother gave me this sword-”

“Give me your sword! Now!” You flinch at his words and take a step forward.

Walking past Ivar, not even looking at him, he can hear your heavy breathing and notices how you desperately cling to your sword. Holding it out when you reach your father, he harshly takes it from you and holds it at his side. “You will get it back when you have learned some courtly manners,” he states, your mouth dropping as your hands roll into fists by your sides.

And you hear your sisters laughing at your misfortune. Turning on your heels, you storm away and mutter incoherent frustration under your breath. “I haven’t dismissed you, (Y/n)!”

“And I didn’t ask if I could leave!” you shout back, turning around to face your father again.

You’re fuming. Something about your rage intriguing Ivar even more and he takes a step forward at the vengeful flicker in your eyes. You don’t care that he is there. You don’t care if some of the people outside now crowd the door of the Hall to see what is going on. There is nothing that will stop your furry for your father.

Gunnar sneers at you and holds out his other hand. “And that will cost you your ax,” he barks, your hand shooting for the ax at your side that Ivar didn’t even see you carrying. “It is time you learn to act like a lady. Now, your ax,” he demands, Ivar’s head snapping to him.

Ivar’s about to dismiss this scene and tell Gunnar that none of this is necessary. But a harsh thud sounds from your side of the room and Ivar’s head snaps over to you. He finds your hand wrapped around your ax’s handle and the blade embedded in the wood of the pillar beside you.

Without another word, you turn back around and storm out of the room; there is nothing left for your father to take.

Gunnar turns his gaze to Ivar and sighs. “Perhaps we can discuss this later, King Ivar. I have to…talk to my daughter,” he says, not waiting for Ivar to reply before walking after you.

Hvitserk turns to Ivar and sees him staring in the direction you left. “She’s the one you want, huh?” he asks, a smirk growing on Ivar’s face as he recalls that fierce fire he saw in your eyes. “She’s going to be a handful, Ivar.”

“At least she won’t bore me to death then,” Ivar mentions, glancing over his shoulder to the group of gossiping girls.

Hvitserk chuckles at him. “You’ll have to win her affection first and I don’t think she will be as easy as her sisters,” he whispers, Ivar’s eyes return to where you walked out of as Hvitserk glances at your sisters.

He’s right. You don’t look like you’re as interested to be his wife as your sisters are. But that’s what will make it all the more fun for him. And if he manages to win you over, He will be a very happy man.

People know that when they see you storming down the hallways to stand aside unless they want to experience your wrath. Even though it’s clear you’re not carrying any weapons, they don’t want to know if you can strangle someone, which is very likely.

Once you get to your room, you slam the door shut behind you with a loud, frustrated groan and weave your fingers through your hair to tug on your roots. You pace the floor, trying to calm yourself down. But all you feel is rage. Picking up your knife when you walk past it, you grip the handle tightly as if your father’s going to take it from you as well. The chances are good if his idea to teach you courtly manner is by removing every weapon you own.

Hearing your door open, you jump around and glare at your father when he walks in. “What? What could you possibly want now?” As you snap at him, you slam your knife into the table beside you making it stick into the wood.

He gives you a stern look as he walks forward, silently telling you not to take that tone with him even though he knows that you won’t listen to him. “When are you going to realize that I only want the best for you?” he asks, reaching for your knife embedded in the table but your hand snatches it before he can even touch it. “You have to start taking responsibility. You can’t spend the rest of your life training or waiting for the battle to break out.”

“And I suppose you want me to settle down, marry some man and have his children?” you viciously ask, pointing your knife at him as you take a step away from him. “Is your preferred way for me to die the same way mother did?”

“Don’t-”

“Because I promise I will never allow that to happen. As a matter of fact-” You hold out your hand and slice through your palm, hissing through your teeth as blood starts to pool in your hand. “I vow that I will die on a battlefield and not because of some man’s child. I make this vow before the Gods. And before a King,” you say, adding the last part when you see Ivar walking into sight.

Gunnar turns his head over his shoulder to see who you’re looking at. Seeing Ivar, he takes a deep breath, his jaw tensing as he slowly turns back to face you. “This won’t change my mind,” he sneers to you, reaching for your knife and pulling it out of your hand.

You flinch, pull your cut hand close to your chest, and narrow your eyes at your father as he turns to walk away. When he passes Ivar, your eyes go to him for a moment before looking down at your hand and turning away from him. You expect him to walk after your father, but you can still see him out the corner of your eye. Still, that doesn’t stop you from looking for a piece of clothing you can rip up and use as a bandage around your hand.

“May I help you?” you snap, looking back at Ivar when you notice that he hasn’t moved yet.

He smirks, takes a small step forward, and runs his tongue over his lips and his eyes fall to your bloodied hand gripping the material tightly. “I thought I would come see if you’re okay. It seemed like quite a nasty fight you had-”

“What do you know?” you cut him off, sitting down on the edge of your bed and fumbling to wrap your hand up. “He’s been that way with me ever since my mother died which has been a long time because she died…” You stop, biting your tongue when you realize that you’re rambling off to someone you don’t know, someone you don’t want to know, all because you’re angry at your father. “Well, that’s none of your business.”

Ivar smiles at you as he steps forward. He definitely won’t get bored with you. Seeing you struggling with the makeshift bandage, he walks towards you and then sits down beside you, resting his crutch next to him. Then, he reaches over to take your hand. You pull it away from him and glare at him.

Tilting his head at you, he tries to take your hand again and this time you let him. “You must trust the Gods if you tried to make a blood promise,” he whispers, ripping the piece of material into a smaller, longer piece before gently taking your bloodied hand again.

“I didn’t make it because of the Gods,” you sternly say, your mean tone making Ivar chuckle and his eyes flicker up at you for a second before he looks back at your hand. “I did it in memory of my mother.”

He hums, slowly wiping away the blood before taking the piece he had ripped off and methodically wrapping it around your palm. “She was a shieldmaiden?” he asks, looking up at you again as he gently turns your hand around.

You stare at his hand, noting the feeling of his rough skin against yours. “She was the best in the city. Or that is what I thought when I was a child. She told me that she saw herself in me when I was born so she taught me how to fight. Even when she was pregnant with my sisters.” You laugh at the memory but then hiss when Ivar starts to tie the bandage. “It was the one thing I had with her that my sisters didn’t have.”

“And it feels like you’re honoring her memory by carrying on fighting?” His question makes you raise your head to him and he looks up at you in return. You open your mouth to speak, but you don’t. He already knows the answer to that questions and you know it.

When he’s done with your hand, you gently pull it away from him and shake your head. “If you’re planning on trying to woo me, King Ivar, I would advise against it. You’ll just be wasting your time.” With that, you stand up and walk away from him and out of your room.

Ivar watches you leave, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. He knows it’s going to be a challenge to win your affection but that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? In the end, if he manages to do this, it will be one hell of a story. It will be something the two of you can look back on and laugh at.

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darthkruge · 3 years

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Could you do an imagine where Anakin comforts an insecure reader

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Insecurities

Summary: Anakin comes home to find the reader drowning in their own insecurities and does everything he can to make it better.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Heavy talk of insecurities, including the reader feeling insecure about their body, personality, relationship, basically themself in general. A little bit of blood and some injuries but nothing major. Angst to fluff, I’d say?

A/N: Hi anon! First off, I hope you’re okay. Secondly, thank you for requesting! And ofc I’ll write this, comfort fics are my shit! I tried to get this request out as quick as I could and it did take a tiny bit longer than I wanted, but I wanted to do it justice. Also, y’all are beautiful and perfect and I love each and every single person reading this. If anyone ever needs anything, I’m here always. If you wanna talk or vent or just share some of your thoughts, I got you.

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It was just one of those days. You weren’t a stranger to them but, nonetheless, you always felt unprepared when they hit. The feeling where you wanted to crawl out of your own skin, your own mind. Where regardless of what clothes you wore, you hated how you looked. The thoughts were the worst part, telling you lies that felt terrifyingly like truths.

You’re worthless. You’re unlovable. You’re ugly. Everyone else can see it. They all know. No one really wants to spend time with you. You’re annoying. You’re stupid. You’re a bad person.

The thoughts spiraled and spiraled and spiraled until you were lost in your own head. When it came to this, you frequently fell. It was too painful to hold onto your consciousness and fight it, so you let go. The thoughts continued as you curled back up in your bed, in the apartment in Coruscant that you shared with him, the one that normally brought you such comfort, and stared blankly at the wall. Tears streamed down your face and you didn’t even have the energy to wipe them away.

Truly, the worst part was feeling so defeated. You were a strong Jedi and you took your training seriously. You’d fought in countless battles, you should be able to handle one in your mind. You wished you were strong enough to fight against these thoughts. The shame you felt around your insecurities only made you feel more alone. Instead of reaching out on days like this, you just forced yourself into silence.

You were especially afraid to tell Anakin. Your beautiful, perfect, kind, loving boyfriend. He didn’t deserve to deal with you. He had enough on his plate, it wasn’t his job to comfort you because you weren’t strong enough to deal with your own shit. You were scared that once he saw how you viewed yourself, he would come clean and admit to seeing you the same way. I mean, you were so obviously hideous, how could he not see it, too?

Meanwhile, Anakin was finishing up a training session in the Jedi Temple. Normally he’d train with Obi-Wan, but today he wanted to focus on himself. Honestly, he was a bit distracted. Since he had a busy day today and you had the day off, he had to leave before you woke up, which he absolutely hated. He loved being there when you woke up and cooking breakfast for the two of you. You’d been dating for a few months and he was truly shocked that you’d kept him around for this long. You were everything he’d ever wanted.

He realized he was smiling as he thought of you and decided to reach out with the Force to be reminded of your presence. He knew it wasn’t what the Force was supposed to be used for but he honestly couldn’t help it, he missed you. You were a comfort to him and he liked to check and make sure you were alright.

Anakin’s brow furrowed as he searched for you. Normally, you were meditating at this time and he could feel a sense of serenity and contentment around you. Today, however, he was met with pain. Pain, and fear, and hatred, and sadness, and anguish, and loneliness. Anakin braced himself against the wall, stumbling back at the severity of your emotions. Right after, he composed himself and took off in a run, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” Anakin yelled, bursting through the door. He was immediately taken aback when he noticed that all the lights were off. Walking quietly, he heard your sobs coming from the bedroom. He went in and felt his heart shatter. There you were, his angel, curled under the blankets, sobbing. He looked around and noticed the mirror in your room smashed. He walked over and gently placed a hand on your back, trying not to startle or upset you more.

You looked up at him and started crying even harder. He pulled you into his arms and noticed how you fell limply into his chest. The fight seemed to have extinguished from your eyes, causing him to hold you even closer. Your arms weakly surrounded his middle as his hands stroked your back and gently combed through your hair.

You felt lost and trapped, the world around you fuzzy and distorted from the tears. Even so, you felt him. You breathed him in, inhaling his comforting scent and feeling his warmth. He helped you ground yourself, the broken wails eventually quieting into soft cries. Anakin didn’t try to shush you, he just whispered reassurances into your hair, let you get it out, and held you. “I’ve got you, love. It’s alright, get it out. I’m here, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

You listened to those affirmations as you sagged into him, taking a few more minutes to just lay there. Softly, Anakin pulled you away from him so he could study you. You saw his face contorted with worry and immediately felt guilty. Great, Y/N, now you’ve made him upset. Fuck, he doesn’t deserve this. Why did I have to be so fucking needy?!

Your thoughts were interrupted by him. “What happened, angel?”

“I-” You trailed off, not sure what to say. “I just had a shit day”

You could tell he knew it was more and, feeling vulnerable under his intensely caring gaze, brought your hand to move the hair out of your face.

Quickly, you heard Anakin take a sharp inhale of breath before grabbing your hand. Ouch. You looked down and noticed the cut on the back of your hand. It had mostly dried by now, thankfully, but the pain from punching that mirror earlier was definitely still registering.

He wordlessly went to the bathroom and brought out some gauze and anti-bacterial medicine. When he returned, his eyes drifted to the mirror and you saw him putting the pieces together. He spent a few moments in silence, his expression downcast. He worked quickly, bandaging you up and collecting his thoughts. “Why?” He asked, softly.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t stand to look at myself anymore” You whispered, wiping away some residual tears from your eyes.

“Y/N, you’re gorgeous, love. Please, angel, please look at me.” He cupped your face and moved you so you were in his lap, making sure you heard every word. “You are truly the most breathtaking person I’ve ever met. You’re ethereal.”

Anakin’s voice was quiet as he told you these things. Quiet, yet powerful. Almost as if it was the gentle caress of his innermost thoughts. Completely honest and raw, yet too intimate for anyone to hear except you.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry your brain is lying to you. That must be so hard, fighting against your own mind. Baby, you’re brave. You’re so, so brave.”

You were shaking your head, “Ani, no, no I’m not. I’m not brave, I didn’t fight. I let them consume me. I was drowning and I couldn’t breathe until you came in. I couldn’t anchor myself at all, I was so weak” You said, disgusted with yourself.

“Shh, shh, Y/N, listen. You are strong because even though you felt the weight of everything on your shoulders, you didn’t drown. I know you felt like you would, but look! You’re here. You didn’t drown.” He took a second to pause, kissing your forehead lovingly. “Do you want to talk about what brought this on?”

“If I tell you, promise you won’t think differently of me?”

“I promise. Nothing could change how I feel about you.”

You inhaled deeply, hands shaking slightly. Ani took them in his own, steadying them while looking at you deeply. “I’ve been dealing with some shit for a while and I think it all kind of caught up to me today? I hate how I look, Ani. I look in the mirror and I can’t handle it. That’s why I broke it, I just, I couldn’t. And then I was just thinking of how you don’t deserve to deal with someone like me. You shouldn’t have to come home after a day of training and deal with my breakdowns. I know I should have told you I’ve been feeling like this. I just was terrified. I was terrified you’d agree with me. I’m terrified you’ll leave me. I’m terrified you’ll wake up and see how you deserve so much more than the shitty fucking messed up person I am.” You trail off and meet his eyes, tears glistening in both of yours, “Ani, I’m so terrified” You finish, voice wavering.

Anakin rests his forehead against yours, pressing kisses to your hands. He lets his eyes close and tears fall down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe you were in this much pain and he never noticed. You were the love of his life and he felt like he’d failed you if you feel like this.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna leave you. I’m not going anywhere. You are the best person for me, hell, you’re the best person in the entire fucking galaxy. Everyday I wake up and think about how lucky I am to call you mine. You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re compassionate. You’re stubborn as hell and I love that about you. You challenge me and you’re a damn good Jedi. You’re strong, stronger than anyone should ever have to be. Your heart inspires me everyday. Simply, you’re good. And I know I said it a bit earlier, but I’m gonna say it again. You are stunning, love. Truly.” Anakin said, pulling away so he could really see you.

“Look at your legs! They’re so pretty, baby. Especially when you jump up and wrap them around me after I get home from a mission? That’s the best feeling in the freaking world! And your stomach! You always let me rest my head on it when I’m tired and I know you think it’s weird but it’s such a good angle because I can lay there and play with your hands. And, baby, your arms!! You give such good hugs and you when wrap them around me?? It makes me feel safe in a world full of chaos. And at night when you use them to curl into me, or when we’re dancing together? Fuck, I just love them.”

Anakin trailed off for a second. He held your face in his palms and you leaned into their warmth. “And you’re face, Y/N. It’s just so perfectly you. When I look into your eyes, I know I’m home. I guess that’s what I’m trying to say. I don’t understand how you can hate your body when it's the body that makes me feel like I’m going to be okay. You make me feel like I’m going to be okay. I’ve always felt so out of control, so lost. But you ground me. Please, come to me if you ever feel like this again? You are not a burden or a messed up person. You’re everything. I’m here for you. I know my words won’t fix anything overnight. Even so, I promise you, I will repeat them everyday until you believe them and, after that, I will continue to remind you until my last breath.”

You hugged him and nuzzled into his chest, overcome with emotion. “I’m trying Ani, I’m really trying. It’s not easy for me to come to people when I feel like that but I promise I’ll try.”

His arms tightened around you and he placed a kiss on the top of your head. “That’s all I could ever ask of you, love. Thank you for being willing to try”

“Thank you, too, for talking me down today. It doesn’t normally get that bad. Some days are worse than others, you know? But you really helped me. I love you more than anything. I love you for loving me when I feel unlovable”

“I will always be here to remind you how deserving you are of love, happiness, and every other positive thing in the universe. I love you, too. I’ve loved you for years, I love you now, and I’ll love you forever”

Anakin hadn’t really let you go since he returned to the apartment. He was naturally a protective person and hated to see you hurting. He was so soft, so comforting. Although vulnerability is always hard, he made it so much easier. You knew he would always validate you, comfort you, and be there without judgement. He was everything you could possibly need and more.

Eventually, your breathing evened out as he rocked you in his arms. Anakin layed you back under the covers and went to pull away to sweep up the broken mirror’s glass. As he attempted to release himself from your arms, you whined and only tightened your grip on him. Anakin smiled and chuckled quietly, laying down and pulling you on top of his chest. You hummed contently and he placed a few more soft kisses onto your hair, your forehead, your shoulders, everywhere. You were his top priority always and he wanted to keep you safe physically, mentally, and emotionally. He could never deny you comfort, especially not in this state. After waiting a few more moments to ensure you were truly at rest, Ani closed his eyes. The glass could always wait until tomorrow...

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astriefer · 3 years

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Just Let Me Breath With You

Pairing: Thomastair

Word count: 3033

Warning: CHAIN OF IRON SPOILERS, injury, blood, mentions of trauma

It all happened in a swift blink of an eye. The demon attack, the fighting, it all passed in a great swipe of Thomas's boleadoras.

The attack was surprising - not because it was an attack, but because it was close to the stronghold of London's enclave- the London institute. Demons lurked in the road, near Fleet street. A get-together at the institute was held that gray, hazy day in London. What precisely they celebrated was beyond Thomas; what mattered was that old and young Shadowhunters as one joined the battle against the horde of Achaieral demons. Their numbers were the larger he has seen ever since the Mandikhor. It didn't pass smoothly - some injured, although Thomas hadn't registered who. During the fight, Henry or Christopher threw at the demons one of their newest innovation. He noticed only a blur, a small grenade-like object, thrown close to where he was fighting one of the demons. He tried to stop the nasty-looking Achaieral demon from flying - with Thomas himself- when smoke swirled from the thrown grenade. There was a hollow thud of metal hitting something, an explosion followed afterward, and the demon disappeared. Maybe it was better not to inhale, but he was surrendered by the weird, thick smoke. He wasn't blown up from his inside out, so he considered it safe enough. As for now, the gates of the institute were behind him, hanging open to carry wounded and hurtling carriages.

Thomas's hands were sore and calloused as he rubbed them against his neck. He swayed slightly, an expression of a fool sprawled over his face. He surveyed his surroundings in bewilderment. Soon enough, worried and relieved faces gathered around him. His friends and family crowded him, mumbling altogether to make no sense at all. It felt utmost importance to note to himself not all of his friends and family truly were there. Matthew wasn't, and so was Cordelia. He heard the word "overwhelmed" in all the havoc. He didn't understand what they were talking about - surely they had been fine if they were running around the way they did.

He kept his eyes on them, trying his best to decipher what they were saying, but his gaze inevitably slipped away from them. He caught a brown blur of torn red jacket, grey pants, and tousled dark hair. That instant, the world turned down, and all left was him and this man in another corner of the institute. Even the voices surrounding him ceased to exist.

On the spur of the moment, he briskly departed from his family and friends and walked to him, barely restraining himself from storming toward him. A hand rested on his forearm - an attempt to stop him - but he shook it off without glancing at whomever it was. Sensing his intensive look, Alastair stared at him with a puzzled countenance. The short man was sitting against a wall, letting another Shadowhunter draw an iratze on his left arm. Thomas remembered Alastair charging to battle, now and in other battles they fought side by side, and relief I've washed him because he didn't seem to be wounded. By the time he reached them, It didn't matter who the other person was. The moment he captured Alastair's forearm, he broke into a run, not bothering to look at anyone as they hastily evaporated from the forecourt. Bad-mannered indeed, but Thomas was sure whoever that was would've understood urgent matter to talk with Alastair if he had known.

The tall man led the other through hurrying servants and leery eyes. Thomas almost knocked over a few people, but he did not find himself to care much more than mumble a half-hearted 'sorry'. He hadn't let go of Alastair, just loosened his grip slightly so he could slip his hand into Alastair's. His hold was firm nonetheless.

"Thomas!'" Alastair called out and caused him to turn his head over his shoulder. By the look of annoyance on his face, Thomas assumed the other man called his name a few times. Or perhaps, it was a result of being publicly dragged by Thomas for no apparent reason. Then he understood. Alastair had to run in order to follow him at this pace. For the first in entirety, Thomas cursed Alastair's shorter legs; but he quickly took it back because Alastair was, of course, the most beautiful the way he is. e slowed down his pace enough for Alastair to walk beside him, still dragging him after him. He felt a jolt of surprise Alastair didn't fight him about that, that he just let him take him to wherever he had in mind. Perhaps he was too stunned to really do anything else but stare at Thomas.

Thomas hadn't stopped to ponder over his good luck and no fuss from Alastair's side. He navigated through the maze of rooms and corridors, guiding Alastair to a casual unused guest room. He thrust the door open, let Alastair and himself enter before releasing his hand and shutting it close. He couldn't quite catch his breath.

He spun around to confront Alastair. Beautiful, he thought. The man in front of him was beautiful. Alastair - with torn clothes and dirt on his face - looked as charming as ever. In the last rays of the London sun, Alastair's eyelashes cast shadows upon his face. His cheeks seemed a bit red - was it because of Thomas or because of the previous fight? - and he chewed his lower lip. Thomas had the sudden urge to raise his hand and separate his lip from his teeth, pass his thumb on the soft mouth of Alastair Carstairs. The older man clearly tried to look expressionless, but he could see he studied him with concerned eyes. Thomas saw the question in them as well. Out of self-awareness, he looked down at his own clothes; they were rumpled and he lost his waistcoat in the fight, leaving him with trousers, a jacket, and a white shirt. All stained Ichor. He peered at Alastair, his clothes, and Alastair again. He must have looked like a corpse. Alastair, however, kept his captivating eyes on him, endearing-looking with his normal composed facade slightly off.

Alastair's stopped biting his lip and opened his mouth to talk, yet before he could voice a word, Thomas stepped closer and buried his face in the soft hair of Alastair Carstairs. He relished the feeling of Alastair close to him, of his smell and heartbeat and warmth. "You're here. You're fine."

His voice was just above a whisper, but it filled the quiet room. "I wanted to talk with you for days now." Alastair's breath hitched. He hadn't pulled away. He hadn't tried to push Thomas aside. It was Thomas who backed away from their position. Alastair tilted his head up to look at his face and gasped loudly when Thomas crushed him in a hug. He groaned in pain, and it struck him Alastair had been injured.

"You are hurt." Thomas's voice was almost offended. He loosened his grip on Alastair, whose hand came to rest protectively on his side, where his bruise must have been. Thomas recalled all of sudden he had been given an iratze. Was his wound worse than just a bruise?

"It's nothing," Alastair wheezed and took a careful breath.

Their gazes met for a long moment. Alastair didn't squirm. Thomas leaned forward leisurely, testing his boundaries. When his lips collided with Alastair's forehead, he let out a sigh against the soft skin. Alastair stood strained at first, then slowly relaxed. it had not even been a week since the sanctuary, since Belial and his schemes, since Cordelia and Matthew disappeared to Paris. Alastair was avoiding him like the plague, and Thomas couldn't blame him much. He wished he could. It hurt seeing Alastair and knowing he could not be with him the way he craved to be. He suspected Alastair would back away soon, leave him alone in this room, disappear without a second glance. Come and leave like in a dream. Like in their time in Paris.

Then, "I am glad you are okay as well."

Thomas's heart skipped a beat. Or a few. He abruptly ducked his head into Alastair's neck, close to his pulse. His body lost its tense as he devoted all his heed to the marvelous sound of Alastair's heart, beating strong and fast, addicting to Thomas's mind. Not a minute later he felt small palms pushing against him gently. He drew away begrudgingly.

His eyes were unclear, while Alastair's were shining brightly. Too brightly. He lifted his arm to touch the side of the fair hair on Thomas's head. When he lightly caressed it, Thomas winced. Letting his arm fall to his side, Alastair said, "You are hurt too. You need treatment."

Alastair dismissed his injury because he didn't want to worry Thomas and make it about him; Thomas dismissed it because he didn't want to be away from Alastair. His head was throbbing; it didn't matter. "It's nothing." he tried to enfold the small figure in his arms once again, but Alastair didn't let him. Thomas didn't try again, just silently observed Alastair. The dark man's eyes were conflicted as to if debating over himself what to do now. He sighed. "We can't, Tom. Please."

It was like a heated knife to his heart. He swallowed tightly. "I know," he forced himself to speak. "I am - I keep remembering all you are. All I love about you. Your hair," he counted and planted a kiss on his damp hair. Alastair looked at him, surprise written over all his face. "Your haughty smile, your dark colors, your eyes-" sparks of gray in a pool of black that reminded him of a starry sky. "Your lips," He closed his eyes. "your heart, so wide and loving, despite how much you try to conceal it. Your stubbornness, kindness, and selflessness. Your love for mundane movies and history and art. All of it. The feeling I can twirl around you for hours without getting a tad bit tired."

"Thomas," Alastair whispered.

"You deserve to be happy. I wish you would let me show you some of it," he continued tentatively. The man in front of him stood rigid, and it made sprouts of doubt rise in Thomas's chest.

"Thomas. No. No. We cannot. Don't act like we- as we could ever happen. Don't say those things to try and convince me we can be more than heartbreak for each other."

The knife twisted. Thomas blinked. "I am not telling this to try and win you over, Alastair," he said slowly. "I am telling you this because you deserve to know. Because I want you to know how much you mean to me," he inhaled, feeling a bit lightheaded, and went on. "With my friends, I always hide this part of me. The part you take in my life, in my heart. I can be all I am with you. You understand me so easily, that it takes my breath away. I- I am not as good at words as James is. I am not as wild or charming as Matthew. I am not as talented as Kit. I am me, and with you, I feel it's enough."

"Tom, it always has been enough."

Thomas sucked in a breath. How could he say this and expect Thomas to keep his face straight and his heart in control? He tried to push Thomas away but didn't let him think less of himself. He didn't let himself what he deserved, what they both did, because he believed they would both end up hurt. "I know so many things are - complicated," Alastair snorted at that. "But right now, everything is lucid, with you here."

He gazed deeply into those dark eyes. They held depths inside them he wanted to learn off by heart. Depths he wished to explore but could not reach.

Alastair shook his head and stubbornly kept his gaze at his dusted shoes. "You think we have reason by our side, but all we have is the burning yearning and stolen time." He knew if he let himself fall this time, he could not stand back. He would lose himself those kind hazel eyes, his deep voice, his brave heart, in everything that is Thomas Lightwood.

"We have more than this," Thomas declared. "I trust you."

Alastair piped his head up, "What?"

"I trust you," he repeated."And I want you, Alastair. I know you do too. But I want you to trust me as well. Trust me when I say I will never say those things just to make you give in and be with me. I am saying them because they are the mere truth and because I care for you."

Alastair glanced away hastily, eluding his eyes. "You are in no condition to make this decision. You- We can't -"

"But do you want us to be? Do you wish us to be together? "

Electricity filled the room, and both couldn't take their eyes off the other. Thomas knew it wasn't fair of Alastair to ask such a question. He knew on his flesh what it is to admit- even simply to oneself - you want something and believe you would never have it. That is how Alastair seemed to perceive them - a false fantasy, a feverish dream that would never come true. Thomas knew as well that Alastair had made it clear he didn't think they had a future, and making him fumble with those pieces of broken fantasy could hurt worse than words could. Yet, a part of Thomas couldn't help but wonder what the other had been through to be so hesitant to let himself be happy.

Do not say it's not possible on my behalf, he wanted to shout. If you wish to break my heart, do it because what you want is not a future with me in it.

"Yes."

Relief came so fast he felt abashed. His heart pounded ear-piercingly through his body. "Tell me," he asked gingerly. " Will you allow me to kiss you?"

Alastair drew in a sharp breath. Color flooded his cheeks. "Thomas..."

Thomas searched his face, which for so long was emotionless when he saw him the past week. He saw the hurt - how much it must be for Alastair? he pondered - and the fear. The dark-eyed gentleman wouldn't believe Thomas's words. He wasn't sure he could trust him with his heart. For now, he shall have the certitude for both of them. There was a voice telling him he wouldn't have come to Alastair after the fight if he could think clearly. He pushed that part away, locked it in a cage, and threw away the key.

He swallowed down the odd, stinging feeling of being rejected. "Will you allow me to embrace you, then? " Just let me breathe with you. Let me hold you in my arms, to reassure us both, to know you are here. "You don't have to. I swear to it." He took a step back to prove his statement.

The judicious decision was to ignore the offer. To turn away from Thomas and all the comfort he had to give. Alastair was on the verge of tears. Thomas hated those tears were because of him. Because of them. Alastair opened his eyes and hummed acquiescently, soft and low.

The shreds of resistance left Alastair's body as Thomas swooped him into a hug. His big hand passed his head on Alastair's back, between his shoulder blades, and to his lumbar. He absentmindedly caressed Alastairs's side, touching Alastair's wound lightly. The smaller man shied away from the contact but immediately calmed back into the hug. He stifled a whine, and in the back of Thomas's mind, he knew they both had to get checked on. Thomas put his cheek on the other man's forehead. He closed his eyes and let out a pleased noise. Alastair's arms slowly cloaked Thomas's waist, holding him close.

"We should return," Alastair whispered. A few minutes had passed. They were alone, far away from anyone who might hear, but the moment was so dreamlike and tender both were afraid to break the air around them. That alternate reality they formed in this godforsaken room, for a glimpse of a moment.

"I find it so tremendously difficult to do," his breath felt heavy; so did his heart. "Because I don't want to ever let go of you."

He heard Alastair gasp, and Thomas's own breath was quivering. The pulse beating deep in Alastair's chest raced, and Thomas was sure he could listen to it forevermore. The hug felt more private than a kiss, more overwhelming and welcoming and warm and protecting and trusting. "I missed you."

"Tom," Alastair's voice was suffocated, and thick from emotion, as if he was a boat that slowly sank because it's full of water. Thomas tried to retreat, suddenly fearing he passed the line. He must have passed it long ago, and yet Alastair let him, despite his own warnings. Thomas was about to apologize when he felt Alastair's hands tightening around him, and then the blazing understanding hit Thomas that It was Alastair's way of telling it was fine. Haltingly, he returned to their previous position.

They were hugging, nothing more. But the proximity made Thomas feel a sense of internal peace, like a calm wave hitting the sand lightly. It made his lungs protest because he was out of breath. How could he ever let go? It was better than nothing at all, better than air and staring long at the wall of his room. It was Alastair, and he was ready to take every drop given to him. Yet, because it was Alastair, he could never get enough. It was hard to capture it - the soft looks, the thumping hearts, the yearning and the hurt. Thomas's cheek was still pressed against Alastair's forehead. He shifted to hide his face in his strands, dark like the night, soft as a feather. Alastair's smell was intoxicating. The words slipped his tongue before he knew it. "I am glad I am here with you."

There was a beat of silence. The voice of the man he loved - Thomas almost startled himself by the heedless use of the word love - barely reached his ears.

"I am, too."

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years

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Falling in love with Draco PT2 (Draco x slytherin reader)

Warnings: Death, Bodily harm, torture.

You hearing about the battle at the ministry

Seeing that Sirius wasn't with them.

Calming Harry down

Draco acting really weird after Lucius asked for him to go to his office

Draco explaining to the order what was going to happen

There was no way they could avoid killing Dumbledore

And they were all aware of that

Draco coming home and just crying for hours.

You holding him and listening as he told you what happened with Dumbledore.

Both of you sneaking to spend time at the Burrow

Molly becoming a mother to both of you.

Draco promising to keep them all safe no matter what.

Draco and you getting so tired because death was becoming so regular

Then the issue of Bellatrix's vault came up

And for some reason blame was directed at you

Instead of Hermione, it was you on the ground.

Draco actually had to be restrained and even Lucius was having a very difficult time remaining composed

You screaming bloody murder

Draco having a meltdown and Narcissa resisting the urge to murder Bellatrix.

This was when you and Draco had enough.

Once Harry broke out and the battle started, both you and Draco took off with them

Narcissa and Lucius secretly not hating that either.

You comforting Harry after Dobby dying.

Draco having to help you because of the nightmares from Bellatrix.

When the battle broke out at the academy you and Draco fighting for the right side openly now.

Mcgonagall being proud of Draco's progress

You saving Fred's life (I cannot stress this enough, the fact he died in the books was bullshit)

You helping the injured

You having a meltdown when Remus and Tonks are brought in.

Remus saying that you were like a daughter to him, especially during your time at the order

Tonks telling you that you were so strong to withstand everything you have.

Draco having to hold you when they died because you were a mess

Finding out that Harry was dead.

The battle coming to a halt because it genuinely seemed like you lost

Voldemort giving you a "Second chance"

You and Draco both not taking said "Second chance"

Narcissa again being proud of that choice.

Harry waking up and Draco grabbing his wand and giving it to him before both of you ran.

You and Ginny both getting into a battle with Bellatrix

Molly defending both of you saying "don't you ever touch my daughters again."

You and Draco defending students from deatheaters

One death eater seemed to just be targeting you

You managing to remove their mask and seeing your father.

You being shocked and shaking.

Him about to strike you but Fred stops him.

"Touch my sister. I dare you." He warned.

Him actually having the audacity to still try and George being the one to end it immediately.

You looking at both of them and hugging them.

You and Draco witnessing the final stand

The light of red and green being so bright, sparks were literally flying.

Harry ending the battle

Narcissa and Lucius hugging both of you before, y'know... Getting arrested.

Them letting you both know that they understood why you left

Draco and you FINALLY getting married

Summers being spent at the Burrow

Christmas with the Weasleys

All of the Weasley's accepted Draco into the family immediately

Harry basically becoming brothers with him

Adding some damn color to that dark ass mansion

You became a professor for defense against the dark arts

Wait for this one: Draco went on to become a healer and actually took Madame Pomfrey's place.

You have a daughter: Lydia Nymphadora Malfoy.

Literally the only kid who's parents (both of you) have to go with her when school starts

But seeing your family during the school year

Getting dinner with all of them at the end of the school year.

Being truly happy because when you first started you were quiet and timid.

But now you currently said an insult to Harry that made Harry cough up his drink and almost killed Fred and George from it

Draco laughing harder that the fact that Ginny agreed with it and Hermione nearly fell out of her seat

Molly and Arthur rolling their eyes but laughing too

The kids all playing together outside while you're all laughing

This was love

This was family.

#draco fuckingmalfoy #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco x reader #slytherin

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penguintransporter · 3 years

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Winning The Game Called Love (Hector Bellerin) PART IX

Hello! Chapter IX I believe. Who would have said I’d go this far, hahah! Have no time to ramble, it’s way past my bedtime. So, read, enjoy, and tell me what you think about it - my ask box is always open!

Staring at herself in the mirror, Aida let the water run over her hands — never breaking the eye-contact with her reflection.

Standing there with her fingers numbing ever so slightly under the cold stream, Aida knew that she was about to start overthinking again. Her heart and her mind were still having a heated battle in which she could only observe, but not do anything to stop it. And, although, she didn’t want to admit it to herself, she was slowly beginning to feel a certain type of fear, and what bothered her the most wasn’t the emotion itself but rather lack of justification she had for feeling it in the first place.

She had no reason to be scared.

It wasn’t as if she was forced into doing something she didn’t want to do.

Fancying Héctor was easy — kissing him and letting herself go whenever he merely touched her, to her astonishment, even easier, and not even once did she question her feelings towards him. Aida wasn’t clueless – she knew that he was making her weak — both mentally and physically, and deep down, she firmly believed that everything that was happening between the two of them felt right, but still, she couldn’t help herself.

Moving closer to the mirror, she closed the tap with ease before placing both of her hands against her warm cheeks. The coolness of her palms sent the shivers down her spine, and this time, they weren’t caused by a certain someone who was on the other side of the doors, probably wondering why she had been absent for more than five minutes, locked inside his guest bathroom at the end of the corridor instead of spending time with him.

If she was to be honest, she couldn’t say either why she decided to pretend that she needed to use the loo for no real reason, as if sitting on a toilet seat and flushing the empty bowl while she pondered her future with Héctor would help her in any way. If anything, it only made her overthink more.

“How did I end up here?” Aida whispered to herself as she took a step back, smoothing down her clothes before wincing at the amount of the lint swirls along the edge of her jumper. A thought that she probably needed to do some shopping entered her mind quickly, but she dismissed it — she had no desire or spare money to do so.

Softly, she closed the doors behind her as she exited the bathroom before making her way back into the sitting room, only to find it empty, but now the blinds that covered the windows were pulled all the way up, letting the last bits of sun inside — its shadows scattered on the parquet floor. Excited and with a wide smile, Aida walked along the dining table — finger running against the shiny surface before stepping in front of the windows, finally getting the chance to see for herself what Héctor was talking about.

He was right.

The view in front of her was beautiful, even in the miserable and barely sunny February late afternoon, and as she let her eyes wander, taking in all the tiniest details, Aida couldn’t help but feel the urge to go outside, knowing very well that the ground was probably cold, muddy and soaked with all the rain that showered the city in the past few weeks. Even if she knew that it would make her look crazy, she still wanted to step out and tiptoe over the raised porch, touch the wet leaves of the green shrubbery with her fingertips and feel the last rays of sunlight on her skin as they fought their way through the naked branches of the tall trees that shielded Héctor’s garden from curious eyes.

As she stood there quietly, Aida could barely hear Héctor in the kitchen — the sound of drawers and cupboards opening and closing the only giveaway that he was present in his house with her. Apprehensively, she glanced over her shoulder for a second before looking in front of her again, covering her eyes as she observed the orange glow of the late afternoon through her spread fingers, focusing on the tiny dust particles that danced in front of her eyes.

“One, two, three…,” she whispered, barely audible, enjoying the wave of calmness that settled over her breaths almost instantly, “one,two—,”

“—What are you up to?”

Aida quickly turned around, dropping her arms to her sides as she felt the blush creep up to her cheeks, embarrassment at her own behaviour filling her up on the inside. In front of her, Héctor stood with an amused look on his face as he held two mugs in his hands — his small smile stretching into a toothy grin she liked so much, easing her discomfort in an instant.

He lifted the mugs ever so slightly in her direction, and she didn’t even have to ask what it was — the strong aroma of cocoa had already started to tickle her nostrils.

“Just enjoying the view,” Aida responded after a few moments of silence where they just quietly looked at each other; observing and trying to read each other’s face expressions.

Héctor set the both mugs on the coffee table, pushing away some magazines to create some space before lifting his gaze and meeting her eye - a smirk appearing on his face. Straightening his back, he pointed his index finger at the windows and then back at his chest, raising his eyebrows in question, and Aida couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him.

He was so silly.

“What? I have to ask,” Héctor innocently shrugged before running both of his hands through his hair, twisting it in a bun with ease with a thin hair-tie that rested on his wrist, and just for a moment, Aida froze, mesmerized by the simple act.

Trying to compose herself and her thoughts, Aida shook her head a little, looking at him.

“You know, sometimes I wonder,” she pondered, taking a step closer and ignoring the butterflies in her stomach that whimpered at the up-close sight of him, “there has to be a switch somewhere...” she paused to give him a silly grin, “to turn off your ridiculousness, right?”

As soon as she said it, Héctor let out a genuine laugh — the sound of his voice surprising her and making her stop for a second. Aida took a step back - her heart fluttering at the sight in front of her.

She couldn’t say what it was, but there was something about the view in front of her that made her heart take a leap. There was something about seeing him laugh at her joke like he did - lost in the tiny moment, in his own safe space, surrounded with the things that made him as a person, with the things that were part of his life, and where he was most comfortable — no shoes, relaxed, and dressed plainest Aida had seen him.

The way his eyes squinted in laughter, and the way his shoulders dropped just for a slightest, Héctor looked like as if all the bad games he had played were tucked and locked away, all the goals that he had missed were forgotten, and he was hidden away from all the spotlight and mean comments. He was being just himself; not another ‘baller’ or Arsenal’s number two.

He was just Héctor.

“The green mug is yours,” he spoke softly, making her blink her thoughts away, and she quickly followed his eyes where he was looking at the mug that was filled all the way up with the hot cocoa, wondering about how long she was out, whisked away in her own bubble. She couldn’t help but smile to herself, noticing that it was the same mug that she held that night when they first talked in his kitchen, and as silly as she was, she wondered if he used the same one on purpose today.

Looking back at him, Aida smirked a little, feeling like she needed to make a joke to lift the veil of quietness away. “Why? Is it poisoned?”.

Héctor only grinned at her in response, moving closer — his fingers touching hers, almost as if he was trying to tease her with his touch before he finally took a hold of her hand, pulling her closer. With a happy sigh, Aida closed her eyes for a second, thankful that he decided to take the lead this time.

She couldn’t lie to herself, she was craving his attention; craving his closeness, and as they stood there in silence, their bodies barely touching, she could feel his warmth embracing her, but despite it all, she was still shivering lightly.

You can always hug him, you know?

“What’s up?” he asked after some time, giving her a knowing look, and without even trying to answer, Aida knew that he was, yet again, trying to pry his way into her mind — something that he seemed to be very good at, and this time, instead of being annoyed with him for doing it, she welcomed it.

The atmosphere around them was shifting slowly, and Aida couldn’t dismiss the feeling that reached the boiling point in the very pit of her stomach. She knew, that if their life was just a movie, and the two of them main characters, the scene that they were in would end up in one of the two ways. They would either start a fight that would turn them into sworn enemies, or they would kiss feverishly until they ended in between the bedsheets, doing things that she didn’t dare to think of in the state that her mind was in.

He was still looking at her intently, and Aida, embarrassed at her own thoughts, lowered her gaze, focusing on the necklace around his neck as it rested on top of his white t-shirt — sunlight from the outside reflecting on the shiny, golden cross.

“It’s silly—it’s nothing,” she answered quickly, shaking her head.

“Now, is it silly, or is it nothing?” Héctor questioned with a smirk, letting his hand drop from hers, and the sudden lack of contact made Aida look up at him again. There was still a smile on his face, but Aida could hear the slight worry in his voice as well. “Y’know, unicorn, I can tell that there’s a storm inside that pretty head of yours,” he added softly.

Aida couldn’t help but smile gently before taking the few steps around him, needing to sit down in order to gather her thoughts. Once she felt the soft cushion of the sofa underneath her, she reached out for the mug that was on the table in front of her before blowing lightly on the steam and inhaling deeply.

It was warm, comforting, and it made her relax just a tiny bit.

“I just…” she started but stopped for a moment, watching him grab a matching footstool from the side of the room before placing it down in front of her and sitting down. Aida had difficult time to come to terms on how handsome he was looking as he interlaced his fingers under his chin, looking at her patiently – eyebrows knitted in understanding. “I am probably overthinking, anyway,” Aida added, giving him a half-smile, but judging by the look in his eyes, he wasn’t buying her poor attempt at joking.

Trying to gain few more seconds before speaking again, she took another sip of her hot drink.

“I said it earlier, but I don’t mind saying it again” Héctor suddenly started — his voice lower for an octave, “it’s always good if we talk about it, innit?” Aida didn't know what to say, so she only nodded once in response. “So, if you’re unsure of something, or if you don’t want this, you need to tell me, Aida.”

The way he said her name, and the way it rolled off of his tongue made her stomach flip in excitement. It was breathy, tender, but with a hint of apprehensiveness and perhaps a little disappointment added to it - Aida couldn’t tell for sure.

“I do want it,” she reassured, blushing, trying to keep her voice calm as possible as she met his eyes. “If there’s one thing I’m bad at, it’s hiding the way I feel about you, and you know it.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the cocky smirk and the devilish look in his eyes reappeared, and even if she didn’t want to admit it, she enjoyed seeing it very much.

“Oh, do I, now?” he asked, leaning back slightly, shaking his head before motioning for her to continue as he mouthed a small ‘sorry’.

Aida nodded yet again, setting the mug back on the table before pulling one of her legs up to her chest, tucking her knee underneath her chin. “You know, it’s really difficult to focus on what I want to say when you’re looking at me like that.”

“What do you mean? Looking at you like what, unicorn?” he asked knowingly, not bothering to change his face expression as he picked up his own mug, wrapping his fingers around it before taking a sip - the corner of his lips moving upwards.

“You know,” Aida moved her hand around, motioning at his face as she tried to hide her smirk, “like that.”

“I can put a compost bag over my head? Would that help?” he asked, still grinning at her.

“Jesus, you’re seriously impossible.”

He chuckled, taking another sip before setting the mug back, and moving forward so that he could stop her from scratching at her jeans-clad leg — something she wasn’t aware of doing.

“Seriously now, what’s up?” he asked as he squeezed her hand gently, and Aida breathed out quickly, nodding.

“The thing is, and I’ll be straightforward—,” she began, running her free hand over her face, “ —this…us, it’s scaring me so much that I could piss my pants,” she stopped for a second, giving him a chance to make a bad joke or a stupid comment on what she just said, but he kept quiet, waiting patiently for her to continue. “I probably should, but I just cannot ignore the fact that just few weeks ago, you didn't even know who I was and if my name was Aida—,”

“And how do you know I wasn’t just pretending?” he gave her a small wink, and she only raised her eyebrows at him in question, but he refused to elaborate. "You need to know that having a girl working at the club is not something that lads keep quiet about."

“Really?" Aida raised her eyebrows and him curiously. "But, you barely acknowledged my existence while I worked at the Training Grounds.”

“Come on, unicorn, you have to admit that your questions about the weather were highly repetitive,” Héctor smirked, folding his tattooed arms across his chest. “It’s either rainy, windy or bloody freezing in London."

“It’s called being polite,” Aida retorted.

“And, we are officially having our first argument,” Héctor smirked cockily, making her snort quietly.

“Wanna put the note in your calendar?" she asked, before letting out a sigh, "But, honestly now, the truth is that we barely know each other, and — wait, why are you rolling your eyes at me?” Aida huffed a little in annoyance, planting both of her feet on a thin rug as she leaned forward a bit.

“‘Cause you’re being silly.”

“I am being serious, Héctor,” she answered, refusing to look at him.

There was something about the way he knew which buttons he needed to push to make her both infuriated and attracted to him.

“And I like how you pronounce my name when you’re pissed off with me. You roll your ‘rrr’s’ beautifully.”

Aida looked back at him, trying to keep her smile locked away even though she knew that she was failing at doing so. “Seriously, Héctor,” she began again, putting the emphasis on his name, making him chuckle. “What if you change your mind once, you know we become...uh, once we start—,” Aida cut herself off before she could finish the rest of her thoughts.

Was she even allowed to say it out loud?

Was there a word that she was allowed to use when it came to what they were?

Date, see each other, court, go steady with, be romantically involved, step out with…? Plenty of expressions in the Oxford Dictionary, Aida.

“You can say it, y’know?” Héctor teased, moving closer to the edge of his seat — his knees touching hers.

“Stop it,” she muttered quietly, looking at her lap.

Héctor smiled as he lifted her chin with his index finger. “One. Are you Spurs fan? Maybe that would explain the fact that you don’t have the annual ticket for my matches,” he muttered the last bit as Aida shook her head - confusion etching itself on her face. “Second, will it piss you off if it takes me more than half an hour to get dressed?” Yet again, she shook her head, not sure where the conversation was going. “Third. Do you fart in your sleep? Not that I mind, I am a heavy sleeper anyway—,”

Aida held up her hand, stopping him, “—What’s that got to do with anything? And I don’t, or at least—… I don’t know if I do. I cannot hear myself when I am asleep… Wait, why are we having this conversation?”

“Because, although, I understand your point,” Héctor answered with a simple shrug of his shoulders, “you really have no reason to be scared that I’ll change my mind, unicorn. After all, I put too much effort and time in that bloody excel sheet, so give me some credit…,” he trailed off as he got up from the footstool. “But, we can always go on a proper date if you want. Dress up, eat somewhere posh...”

“You don’t strike me as candlelight-and-violins-in-the-background kinda lad,” Aida smirked, moving a little as he sat next to her.

Reflexively, she shifted in her seat so that she was facing him, relaxing as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. His finger trailed down, over the side of her neck, stopping just where her collar-bone was starting before going back up and settling below her jawline. Aida shuddered lightly and he grinned, obviously aware of the effect he had on her.

“Actually, I am more of a street-food and John Legend kinda lad, but I am always willing to make an exception, if that’s what you’d fancy,” he responded — finger gently across her cheek.

“Nah, posh is not my style,” Aida grinned, snuggling closer into him.

“And what about a takeaway, some Netflix and then after the dessert, I show you my garden?” Héctor asked, making Aida look up at him with a smirk, blushing at the thought.

“You're never letting that one go, am I right?"

Héctor grinned, but didn't say anything, and he didn’t need to, because she knew the answer already.

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Cheesy as fuck, I know! But thanks for sticking around. Tell me what you think!

#football fanfiction #footballer imagine #football imagine #footballer fanfiction #footballer oneshot #football oneshot #hector bellerin fic #hector bellerin imagine #soccer fanfiction #hector bellerin fan fiction #hector bellerin fanfiction #arsenal fc fanfiction

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peach-pops · 3 years

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His Jade Heirloom || Oikawa X reader

synopsis: war spares no one but you pray he’s the exception || loosely based on japan’s late edo period

pairing: oikawa x reader // mentions of iwaizumi

word count: 3.6k

warning(s): mentions of war, death, and grief

author’s note: this is the first angst piece i’ve ever written and if you know me, you know how much i hate angst (you guys can thank @animatedarchives for that) unless it has a happy ending which you’ll have to read to find out if there is one. i want to thank @kirislut (you were also my inspiration to write this fic hehe) & @goopyartiste for proof reading because god knows i needed it and most importantly, I want to thank hans zimmer for making the masterpiece that is Oogway Ascends. without this score, life would be meaningless.

You listened closely to the sound of the gravel under your feet as you walked along the dimly lit path for what seemed to be the last time. The paper lanterns swayed along to the distant beating of the Taiko drummers in the night breeze as you continued down the graveled path towards the lake.

Along the pathway stood different hues of lush bonsai trees that stood tall and proud in their wooden boxes and while you didn’t stop walking, you studied the miniature granite figurines that were housed in each bonsai landscape. As silly as it was, you felt jealous of them and their little lives; you would give anything now to be a simple, stone fisherman or a wooden musician idly playing by.

The lake-side air smelled earthy and pungent from the growing moss in the water but with Spring almost being over, there was still the lingering fragrance of the cherry blossoms that bloomed overhead. You took one last step and stopped right before getting on the faded red bridge that stretched to the other side of the lake.

You weren’t sure why your body froze in place, but once you saw his figure waiting for you in the middle of the bridge, your feet seemed to have a mind of their own.

“ I was thinking you weren’t going to show up,” Oikawa said softly, lifting his head away from the water below as he gave you a sincere smile,” but I’m glad you’re here now.”

“ I wasn’t sure at first...but I know I would have regretted it,” You admitted as Oikawa laced his fingers with yours and gave you a small squeeze.

The two of you stood there in agonizing silence. No one wanted to say what was meant to be said, but the anticipation was excruciating.

You felt as though you didn’t have enough time or the right words to say yet all you knew was that you needed to say something. You opened your mouth as if you were about to speak but closed it when the idea of saying it outloud sent you on the verge of tears.

“ This isn’t goodbye, you do know that don’t you?” Oikawa rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb to try and reassure you, but the word goodbye was enough to let a few tears fall down your cheeks and into the water,” please, don’t cry my love.”

You nodded and bit the inside of your cheek, trying your best to compose yourself yet the tears couldn’t stop flowing.

You tried to focus your attention down at the opaque lake below you and the moonlight helped illuminate the life and plants living below the surface. Some of the koi carp below had broken the surface of the water with their open mouths, expecting to be fed by the doleful couple staring back at them, but the vibrant fish were only greeted with more tears.

“ How do I know this won’t be the last time I’ll see you again? This war has taken more men than any before and you expect me to just let you leave and sacrifice yourself for an emperor who doesn’t care about his people?” You weren’t sure how you were able to get through your words without choking out a heavy sob, but you had never felt so enraged towards a monarch, much less a man.

This war had brought so much destruction, far more than you had ever seen in your lifetime. This wasn’t the first time you had said goodbye to loved ones, but saying goodbye was always the last time you had ever spoken to them, if you were even given the courtesy. War was meant to be cruel and unfair yet you still didn’t understand why innocent people had to die by the selfish deeds of royal men who only viewed lives as expendable.

Oikawa inhaled sharply as you spoke so ill of the Emperor. While he agreed with every word you said, his own moral standing forbade him from saying it out loud,” It’s my duty and I owe it to my family and my country.”

“ Am I not your family?” You asked as you turned to face him, completely offended by the thought,” am I not your true love? What about your duty to me and my heart or our duty to the future we’ve been nourishing since we were children?”

“ Y/N, my duty is to you, it will always be you but that’s why I need to go. I don’t want to leave you but if it means protecting you and keeping you safe, then I’d leave again and again,” Oikawa said as he wiped away tears that would only be replaced seconds later.

Oikawa’s heart ached at the sight of you weeping for him, but he couldn’t find any words to say that would make you ease your worries. Your fingers nervously toyed with his family’s jade ring that he always wore proudly and Oikawa had to squeeze your hands harder to make you look up at him.

He pulled you close to his chest as a way to try and calm you down, but your muffled sobs only made Oikawa’s eyes tear up.

You didn’t need this grief; you felt as though you had already suffered enough losses. It was a naïve thought but you were so sure the war wouldn’t take Oikawa. Maybe, just maybe, it would take someone else’s lover or son or father, but surely not yours.

“ You can’t leave me...I don’t have anyone else left and I can’t lose you too,” You said through choked tears as you pulled away from his chest to look up at him,” I’m begging you, please, don’t leave me.”

You bore the same expression of when you had found out you had lost your mother and sibling to the war, that same look of disbelief that was so grueling and heavy, Oikawa swore he thought your body would crumble into a pile of ash.

Oikawa could still vividly hear the sounds of you hysterically sobbing into his chest, your hands pulling at his clothes in an animalistic desperation because other than Oikawa, you had lost everyone you had ever cared about.

In that moment, Oikawa had the terrible thought of your own reaction to the likely possibility of his limp body returning back to the village. Would you stand strong and noble like a sturdy dam in front of his family or would you let the grief rock your body like a fisherman in a paper boat, staying afloat against a tsunami?

Maybe Oikawa had given you too much false hope since the war had started.

You were always so worried that one day, the general would knock on his doors and take him away the next morning, but Oikawa always told you how unlikely it would be since his knee made him unfit for battle. He felt as though he didn’t prepare you enough for a potential goodbye. Maybe you two should have started your goodbyes once there was even a mention of a war.

He didn’t like these thoughts of him having so much regret, but as each minute passed, it only brought him closer to his appending farewell.

“ If there was another way, I promise you I would take it,” Oikawa said in the softest voice and he was sure he had never spoken so quietly before,” if I don’t leave, Takeru will have to go and I promised my sister when she passed that I would take care of him.”

You nodded as you continued to wipe away your tears; the mentioning of Oikawa’s young nephew made you attempt to compose yourself. Even though Takeru was old enough to go fight, he was still a child. As much as you didn’t want Oikawa to leave, you both would never forgive yourselves for selfishly sending his nephew to fight a war he could barely understand.

“ I’ve already talked to Takeru about you looking after him while I’m away...I think he is secretly thrilled that I won’t be there to pester him,” Oikawa let out a faint laugh to try and ease the tension but you only returned a weak smile.

“ I’ll take good care of him, you have nothing to worry about,” You said after a moment and Oikawa didn’t understand how relieved he was to hear it until it came from your mouth,” we’ll both write to you as much as your troop general allows. You promise to write back to me as soon as you can?”

His soft gaze never left yours but inside, his heart was beating so fast he was sure his ribcage would break. He thought back to the time you two were children and how little five-year-old Y/N had made him promise that in the future, the two of you would get married.

At the time, Oikawa remembered how his child self hated the idea because marriage was something only grown-ups were meant to do but now, over a decade later, marrying you was the only thing he could think of every time he thought or even looked at you. He wondered now, in this moment, if you had even remembered that promise since you were always prone to forgetting silly childhood memories.

Oikawa nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead,” Of course, you know I always keep my promises.”

You inhaled deeply as you gave Oikawa’s hands a light squeeze. The anxiety brewing deep in your diaphragm made you feel as though it would burst and as unfair as it was, you knew holding it in would make things much worse,” Can you promise me something else then?”

Oikawa hummed to let you continue, but he secretly prayed it wasn’t what he was thinking it would be.

“ Promise me you’ll come back home.”

Anything but that.

Oikawa said nothing for a moment and instead shook his head slowly,” Y/n…”

“ Please,” You begged as you gripped his forearm to keep you up straight,” I need some shred of hope, something to hold onto while you’re away to keep me sane...even if you don’t mean it, just promise me.”

You knew you couldn’t ask him to promise you something like that but you knew if you didn’t hear him say it back to you, you and your own sanity wouldn’t last the war.

He never wanted to lie to you, that was the last thing he would ever want to do yet, to promise to survive?

Of course, he wanted to live.

There were so many things he wanted to do, but now there wasn’t enough time. Sure, he wasn’t a child anymore but he still didn’t have as much independence as the other older males in town. He had thought he had the rest of his life ahead of him to laugh and love and live with you by his side.

No one should live forever but he didn’t even get a chance at living.

And yet, as terrified as Oikawa was about the more than likely chance he wouldn’t even survive the first battle thanks to his bad knee, he didn’t want you to be as scared as he was.

“ I promise,” Oikawa assured you one last time before he leaned down and kissed you softly.

Whether it was the little bobbing heads of the koi fish or the petals from the cherry blossom tree that fell down past you two, every living thing in that garden were now witnesses of the promise Oikawa had kept.

In the beginning, you held onto his promise close to your chest every time you felt the hope slip through your fingers but once you would receive a letter back, you felt the earth take a huge sigh of relief.

Every letter you sent him would leave you wondering if that would be the last. It was painful to think that one day you would send a letter that he would never get to read so at the end of each one, you made sure to tell him how much you loved him, just to make sure he knew.

You would re-read his letters like a mantra and whenever he would write about how much he loved you, you would close your eyes and imagine he was beside you.

You would hear about how horrifying the war was on the battlefield through the other women in the village, but in every letter Oikawa sent, he assured you he was doing just fine. In fact, Oikawa deemed the only thing that was close to horrifying was the thought of his ‘new war buddy’, (who Oikawa only went as far as to name him Iwa-chan) reading the love letters the two of you exchanged and teasing him for it.

You knew he meant to be comforting by giving you things to laugh or smile about, but you knew he was only putting up a façade to keep your spirits high.

You wondered what it was really like out there on the field. Was his body warm enough at night or was he shaking like a small child in the cold? Was there enough food to go around or was he sucking on rocks to get by? Was he writing another letter back to you or was his body left behind on the battlefield only to be put in an unmarked grave?

There were so many days where you just couldn’t take the waiting anymore. It was an awful test of your patience that you frankly never had to begin with but even as the weeks turned into months, you knew you had to be strong for Takeru.

Your patience was only tested more and more when other families in the town started getting news of their loved ones passing. Every time there was a knock on your door, you prepared yourself for the worst, only to be greeted by neighbors asking to borrow spices.

Just the other day as you walked Takeru back home from school, you could hear one of your neighbors break out into a scream as she sobbed over the news of her eldest son dying. It was as though Death himself was emerging around Japan, whether he was strolling through battlefields or lurking through innocent villages.

Even now, as you started the laundry outside by the garden, you could feel Death approaching you, ready to tell you that it was time to walk hand in hand. You started to pin the linens to the clothing line when you hear rustling behind you, yet you didn’t bother to turn around.

“ Y/N?”

Your hands stopped mid motion as you felt your heart sink in your chest. Your whole body tensed at the sound of his voice, but you turned around anyway, looking back at the person responsible for the voice.

“ That’s me,” You said softly as you took in the appearance of the young man who couldn’t have been that much older than you,” I’m sorry, do I know you?”

The man opened his mouth but closed it shortly after, shaking his head,” I don’t think so or maybe you do, I’m not sure- Iwaizumi Hajime?”

You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment to try and think of where you had heard that name until the realization hit you square in the chest,” Oh...Toru called you Iwa-chan.”

The mere mention of the name made Iwaizumi’s mouth feel like sandpaper. He had promised his friend he would be strong enough to get the news out to his lover, but Iwaizumi could feel his own tears threatening to spill out once he remembered his friends last words.

“ Tell her I love her and that-that I’m so sorry.”

All Iwaizumi could muster out was a soft apology as he pulled out Oikawa’s family ring and carefully held it out to you in his open palm.

For a moment, it was as every living thing around you had held its breath. Any sound, smell, feeling was just gone and you were sure your heart had stopped beating. With a shaky hand, you picked up Oikawa’s ring. It felt strange in your hands. Ever since you two were kids, he had never taken it off.

“No...no you’re lying,” You said quietly as you felt a lone tear slide down your cheek and just like that, you felt the floodgates open.

Your knees collapsed from underneath you and it was as though every fiber in your body was being ripped apart. Months of holding on and praying and anticipation were all released in the most primal scream you had ever let out before.

You had reached your breaking point; it was more than just crying. Every sob that shook your body came from every single moment you had of Toru that would now only ever be memories. His laugh, his touch, his gaze, his words- all of it flooded through your system as things you would never get to experience again.

You sobbed and screamed hysterically into the air as you held the ring against your chest, your body almost convulsing from the need to draw in a shaky breath.

Iwaizumi felt utterly helpless as he listened to your gasping wails and choked out utterances of Toru’s name and desperate “no’s”. He reached out to try and touch your shoulder but drew his hand back, unsure of how he should even comfort you when he was on the verge of breaking down as well.

You sobbed so hard to the point where it was beginning to become harder to breath and when Iwaizumi noticed, he quickly kneeled down beside you and tried navigating you through his own quiet tears.

Once you got in a solid breath, it only made the next wail even louder than before and Iwaizumi knew deep down, he would never be able to get your traumatizing scream out of his head.

The one person you loved unconditionally, the one person you imagined spending the rest of your life with, was truly gone. After years of pain and loss and death, you always pulled through because you had Oikawa.

Now that he was gone, you were utterly and truly alone.

You reached into the woven pouch Oikawa held in his hand and pulled out a handful of rice before sprinkling it over the edge of the bridge. The brightly colored koi fish bobbed up and down as their mouths inhaled the rice easily.

“ You know, you kinda look like them,” You laughed as Oikawa looked down at the fish and back at you as if you were crazy,” I think I’m going to name that one...Toru.”

“ Oh are you now?” Oikawa pulled you into his chest and started giving you open mouth kisses all over your face, making loud popping noises every time he pulled his lips off of you to mimic the koi fish below.

You shrieked and squirmed under his touch as you pleaded with him to stop between your fits of laughter, which only encouraged Oikawa’s antics.

Oikawa eventually stopped once you had begged enough and helped fix your disheveled hair, as you poked at the jade ring on his finger.

“ Why can’t you just let me try it on?” You whined as you ran your finger across the smooth jade,” just one time and I’ll never ask again.”

Oikawa smiled down at you as his thumb brushed over the ring.

“ You need to be patient.I told you already, I want the first time you wear it to be special,” Oikawa pressed a quick kiss to your pouted lips and doing so again once he saw that you were still pouty,” aw, don’t be like that. I know we’re not ones to be traditional but think of how romantic it will be when you get to wear it once we’re married.”

Your heart fluttered at the last word and you looked up to him to be sure you heard him correctly,” Do you really mean that? You want to marry me someday?”

The mere mention of getting married made Oikawa swell with joy as he pictured the long future ahead for you two. He couldn’t even imagine a future where you weren’t in his life; every breath he drew and every heartbeat was for you and you only.

You truly brought him comfort like no other and it was as though his own soul felt at peace knowing that he didn’t have to search for his other half since you were always by his side.

Oikawa felt his cheeks heat up as he shifted his eyes back down the lake below,” Well, of course I do, I would marry you right now if I could. You know- I could do it right now-”

Oikawa jokingly started to go down on one knee and take off his jade ring but you ushered him up since you knew how weak his knee was. You both knew he was only teasing but in the back of his mind, he really could marry you right then and there if you allowed him to.

“ No no, not right now,” You laughed as you brushed his hair away from his face,” but you’re serious? You see us getting married in the future?”

“ I see us getting married, having kids, all of it. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Oikawa said with a full heart as you let his arms wrap you in a tight embrace.

You sighed happily in his arms and smiled even harder as you imagined what kind of future laid in store for you too while Oikawa did the same.

“ You promise?” You mumbled into his chest as you pulled away to look up at his brown eyes.

“ I promise.”

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nieladasdenani · 3 years

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Thank you, @tv-taught-me-how-to-flail for the prompt:

I could go for some warrior nun angst if you’re up for it (preferably one with a happy ending though) something like it’s the finale battle and Ava tricks the nuns and locks them in a cell cuz she doesn’t want any members of her new found family to get die in the battle, and she says her last goodbyes 😢 Would love of there was some avatrice thrown in there too 😉

So, I’m going to try. I’m not sure if I can write angst, though. I’m also not sure Ava would deliberately plan to lock them and leave them to self-sacrifice. It would be an impulse by fear on the moment. I hope it meets your expectations. You can read it on AO3 if you rather.

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This is wrong. Nothing is going as Ava thought it would be going. She has been training so hard since the Vatican, she shouldn’t be feeling so defeated already, she shouldn’t be defeated, period. Of course, she wasn’t expecting it to be easy, but this feels like losing. This feels like failing. Like she failed. All she can think about is that she failed and her family is going to die because of it.

She can see Mary, badass Mary, running out of ammo. Sweet Camila panting, scared. Scary Lilith roaring and lashing out. Perfect Beatrice dividing her attention between her own fights and covering Ava’s back. Because she’s frozen in place, Ava is. She promised she was going to be the last Warrior Nun, and she’s going to keep this promise. She’s keeping this promise without letting any of her sisters died. So, she straightens up, looks around. They’ve been cornered inside a sort of closed plaza, surrounded by four walls and the only entrance has been blocked with debris. Adriel is on the other side, Ava sent him flying with a potent burst of the Halo when she saw he had Lilith by the neck.

He told Ava all about how he was going to kill her sisters one by one in front of her. “Starting with the hellhound”, he had said. He’s been whispering about it in her dreams, too. For weeks. Weeks of her waking with screams and panic attacks. Weeks of them talking about those dreams and planing accordingly. And yet, it’s all wrong. But she’s going to fix this. She will not let him kill them. She’s on borrowed time, anyway.

The horde of possessed is almost completely contained, now. But Ava thinks it’s enough to have her sisters occupied while she goes and finishes this. She levitates and uses enough of the Halo to slow the advance of the enemies. She knows she can’t stop them for long, just a moment to tell her final goodbye. They’re all looking at her now, confused, a mixture of frowns that range from bewildered to outraged.

“Ava?” It’s Beatrice, of course. “What’s going on?”

“I... I love you guys. I never thought, even in my wildest dreams, that I would live such an adventure or have a family. And you gave me this.”

“What the fuck are you talking about” Mary’s never been good at feeling out of the loop.

“I promised I was going to be the last Warrior Nun. And I’m going to finish this.”

“Ava, no”

"I’m not gonna let him kill you!”

“Why are you like this? Get your skinny ass down here, so we can contain the possessed and go send your daddy back to hell” Ava scrunches her face at Mary.

“Ew! He’s not my daddy!”

“Are you sure? Because you’re kind of making want to kill you right now”

“Would you both stop? Ava, please. You are not going to go by yourself. That was not the plan.” Beatrice is starting to look pissed.

“That's actually the exact opposite of the plan” Camila says, huffing a little.

“The most important part of the plan is where neither of you die!”

“The most important part of the plan is: trust your team”, ok now she’s officially angry then. But Ava softens.

“I trust my team. But I love my family more.”

“You said you promised to be the last. That doesn’t have to mean you die.”

“Hey, maybe I can beat him by myself.”

“You can, but there’s no need to risk it when you can have back-up. You do not need to do this alone, Ava.”

“He promised he would make me watch him kill you. I won’t allow it, Beatrice!”

“And I promised you that you’d never be alone again!”

Ava can feel her hold on the possessed weakening. So she has to end this. She can feel tears starting to run down her cheeks. She looks at them, one by one.

“I love you.” And she phases through the wall leaving behind a symphony of yells and curses. She takes a moment to compose herself, before going in search for Adriel.

She finds him lying in the ground. If she took a moment she’d see he looks like he can’t even stand up. But she’s blinded by fear. And he can sense this.

“Well, did you finally decide to be a worthy Warrior, then, child?”

“Shut up. I decided I’m going to send you back to hell!” And he has the audacity of laughing.

“Please. We both know how this is going to end. I’m going to rip my Halo from your back, and I’m going to claim my rightful place as master of the world, while you lie there dying slowly and alone.”

“Big talk for a dude who’s not even standing.”

“I could kill you without the use of my limbs!”

“Like the Black Knight?” And he looks so confused, it would be funny. “Monty Python? Oh, wait. You could not know about it... Wait! Was it a real event?”

“Silence! You’ve overstayed your welcome, Warrior Nun. It’s my time now!” In a flash he’s in her space. Her reflex is to swipe her sword at him, which is a testament of the long training sessions with Lilith, and Beatrice and Mary and Camila. They spar for a while. But she’s starting to get worried that her sisters are going to burst out at any moment. And that’s the only opening Adriel needs.

He sweeps her off her feet, and she lays hard on the ground, face first, so he has the chance to press a knee on her back. She’s expecting him to reach a hand, like he did on his tomb, but he’s fumbling for something. And then she feels the cut and heat of divinium on her skin. She barely can avoid screaming.

“It’s over child. Thank you for following my instructions so well. You thought you were helping them? You thought this would spare them? Did you think at all?” She is screaming now, and crying, because it hurts, and she’s alone.

There’s a thunk and thump, and then a very distinctive snort followed by a:

“She never thinks.” And Ava may be delirious because that sounds like Lilith.

“Ava!” And that sounds like Beatrice. And the hand helping her turn and cupping her cheek feels like Beatrice, too. “Ava?” But she doesn’t want to open her eyes, because it will be devastating to realize she’s dying alone on the ground.

“The wound is a little deep, and she’s bleeding a lot. But I can patch it temporarily while we finish here and get to safety.” Her brain is conjuring images of Camila at her back.

Then she’s been lifted of the ground, and now she frowns because, sure, she has a very vivid imagination, product of twelve years of emotional abuse while paralyzed in a bed, but never this vivid. And never as violent as actually feeling someone smack her hard on the back of the head.

“Ow!”

“You stupid, stupid girl. If you think this is all the repercussion you’re going to get for being the dumbest Warrior Nun ever, you’re even more stupid than I’ve just stated.”

“Mary, I don’t believe it’s the time for this.” Even in her dreams Beatrice comes to her defense.

“And I don’t believe hitting her in the head will help make her less stupid.” Ok, so now Ava opens her eyes, because that was definitely Lilith adding insults to the growing pile.

“What?...”

“Oh hey, stupid! Are you done being a drama queen?”

“Mary...” Beatrice sounds tired when she sighs the gunslinger’s name. Then she’s cupping Ava’s face: “Ava? Can you look at me, please?” Of course she does, she always wants to look at Beatrice. “I think she needs a second to recover.”

“Whats’... How...?”

“Did you really think we were going to let you run off like a self-sacrificing martyr?” And wow, ok, Camila has a bite.

“You also forgot I can open portals.” Oh, that’s right. Lilith can open portals, she’s also been training and exploring her new powers. It’s actually one of the ways they’ve bonded a lot.

“But, we were overrun by the possessed”

“Yes, Ava. The plan shifted. But we still had it under control. And if you have stopped to listen to us for a second you would have realized that we were containing the threat of the possessed to then be able to face Adriel together properly.”

“Oh.” Yes, Beatrice is definitely angry at her.

“Yes, oh. Now quit the drama and finish the dude.” There’s what Ava could only describe as an evil laugh coming from Adriel who’s still on the ground, panting.

“You think you children can defeat me? Areala, who was an actual Warrior could only hide me away on a tomb.”

“You said that like she sent you on a cruise, dumbass.” It’s Mary.

“I said that as someone who can escape again, fool.”

“We know we can kill you.” Beatrice.

“And we know we can’t contain you here.” Camila.

“We also know who’s eager to get their hands on you.” Lilith, who then turns to Ava: “Ready?” And yeah. She’s ready to send this demon back to hell. Literally.

“Yeah. Ready” Ava picks her sword with a pained grimace. And before she can take the couple of steps that separate her from Adriel, she feels a strong, delicate hand on her shoulder, so she turns to Beatrice.

“Remember, spend as much Halo energy as possible without depleting it completely. We want it’s signal to be muted, but not enough to put you at risk.” She nods, and proceeds to lift her sword over her head to strike.

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t kill me!”

“Like they said, we know. But we can hurt you before we gift you away.”

She summons as much as the Halo power as she dares before striking him down. His pained screams fill the open space around them, but she keeps the sword in him until she starts to feel weak. Then she stops, and stumbles back into strong arms that hold her up. That’s when Lilith comes forward and looks at him like he’s a bug she just crushed under her boot and is disgusted to have to clean it up. She lifts her claws, and he flinches, it’s so satisfying to see. But she doesn’t strike as he expects, she opens a huge portal and after a couple of seconds of nothing, they hear a deafening roar, the thunderous approach until the imposing form of the Tarask appears through the portal.

Adriel chokes out a whimpering “No” catching the full attention of the monster, who promptly drags him through the closing portal. Lilith sags into the calm that follows, but Mary is there, ready to assist her.

“All right. You freaks good to go?”

“Mary, I don’t appreciate you calling them that” Breatice is truly a saint.

“Oh, but they love it. Right, Satan?”

“Fuck off.”

“Lilith, language!” But Camila sounds suspiciously like holding back a smile. They bicker the whole way to the van. Beatrice half carrying Ava, and Mary supporting Lilith, leaving Camila to load their weapons inside and start the vehicle.

Mary deposites Lilith in the passenger seat. while she herself takes the cargo section for herself stating that “I’m too old for this shit. Need to stretch my legs.” Leaving Ava and Beatrice in the back seat.

Ava is exhausted and she’s ready to let the darkness take her for a while. But Beatrice is caressing her face and speaking... Oh, right, she should listen.

“Ava? Are you listening?”

“Yeah”

“I know you’re tired, but I need to do quick check, all right?”

“Yeah”

“Good. Tell me what hurts.”

“Everything”

“Right. Tell me what hurts the most, then”

“Uh, my back? My head, too. My face... because I’m so cute.”

There’s a collection of groans from the front and the back, but Beatrice is smiling down at her, and that’s really all that matter.

“We’ll be back home in about two hours, so you can have some rest. But I want you to be properly tended to in the infermary when we arrive. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am!” But the ma’am morphs into a yawn and it looses all the cool, filtry effect she was going for.

“Please, don’t ever do that again.” Beatrice whispers and suddenly the air is heavy inside the van.

“I’m sorry. I just... He had Lilith, right how he said he would. I...”

“You allowed him get inside your head.” Lilith interrupts. “Which was what he wanted. He knew that was his best shot at getting the Halo.”

“That’s why you talked to us about them and we worked on it, remember?” Oh, good. At least Camila is back at being sweet.

“So, we need to work on your panic attacks and traumas, kid. Get ready for that.” And Ava actually whines at Mary’s words, because that doesn’t sound like fun.

“Not right away, though. First we heal and rest.” God, she loves Beatrice.

“And kid?” She didn’t realize she closed her eyes, until Mary calls out to her. So she opens them and twist her neck a little to look at her pearing from the back. “We love you, too. You know that right? You’re our family, too.”

Aw man, she’s all emotional again. She just wanted to be a badass like the rest of them. She feels Beatrice nod, and turns to see Lilith doing the same from the front seat. Camila is smiling at her through the rearview mirror: “It’s true, Ava.” Camila has such a pretty smile. But Beatrice has the prettiest smile. Beatrice has the prettiest everything.

“Rest now.” Beatrice says as she bends to place a tender kiss to Ava’s forehead. But then whispers in her ear: “I think you have the prettiest everything, too.” And she has the sexiest smirk painted on her lips, so Ava can’t seem to be able to respond. Just a flicker of a thought right before exhaustion claims her:

Wait, did I say that out loud?

#Promtp #Warrior Nun #fictlet #Avatrice #found family is the best trope #tv-taught-me-how-to-flail #Ava Silva #Sister Beatrice #Shotgun Mary #Sister Lilith #Sister Camila

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ravnicaforgoblins · 3 years

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More Awesome NPCs of Ravnica

NPCs are one of the most important tools in a DM’s campaign. Your assorted guards, informants, bartenders, hench-persons, random civilians, and, of course, your quest-givers. Optimistically, you hope to have certain NPCs stick around for a while to have the party build a relationship with them, as opposed to getting murder-hobo-ed because your party doesn’t like their attitude. Which is why it’s so great that Ravnica is filled with cool NPCs who are definitely stronger than your party (for a while)!

A couple notes; I already did a list of Awesome NPCs, focusing on the Ladies of Ravnica, so this time I thought I’d try and give the boys (and Melek) some spotlight. Secondly, as I’ve by now made annoyingly apparent, I’m focusing on characters in the modern era of Ravnica, i.e. after the Decamillennial, because everything before the Decamillennial is a nightmare to figure out and you don’t need that headache.

Tajic, Blade of the Legion

You can’t have the Boros without Tajic. Well, you can, but you don’t want to. Tajic is the Legion’s Champion as well as their Mazerunner, and embodies all the ideals the Legion stands for. Unity, strength, passion; an unbreakable shield against all who would threaten Ravnica’s citizens. He is technically considered a Firefist, but special considerations should be made to give him the flavor he really deserves. Both of Tajic’s MTG cards have had some manner of protection against damage when involving other creatures. In addition, Firefists are actually primarily spellcasters, whereas Tajic is never seen without a blade in his hand or his name. So, to sum up, take a Firefist, add in some manner of damage resistance or even immunity contingent upon having allies present, throw in a weapon trick or two for his big wavy sword, and ta-da! You’ve got Tajic!

Momir Vig, Simic Visionary

I know I said no pre-Decamillennial, but Momir Vig is a special case. Technically, the former Guildmaster is dead, but the shadow of his reign still lingers over the Simic Combine. Momir Vig symbolizes everything Ravnica fears about the Combine; progress without restraint. Vig’s cytoplasts were oozes designed for personalized evolution in subjects to correct flaws and deficiencies (regrowing lost limbs, bolstering weakened immune systems, extra brain cells, etc). The only problem is that the project worked so well that Vig stopped seeing the need for consent, creating a new form of cytoplast that only needs to touch a host to bond with it. This raised some understandable concerns among Ravnican citizens, as well as the other Guilds. These concerns went to 11 when Vig’s Project Kraj, a gargantuan organism composed of thousands of cytoplasts, was activated to purge Ravnica and start over with a fresh slate. They went to a further 12 when Vig was killed, Project Kraj summoned every cytoplasm back to it (maiming, crippling, or killing a large number of hosts), and proceeded to go on a rampage that only ended after it ate Rakdos and went into a coma.

Momir Vig is exactly the kind of mad scientist to escape the grave, go underground, and continue his research unimpeded until it’s ready. A Rogue Guildmaster with no boundaries, or as we like to call it, a ready-made Big Bad.

Melek, Izzet Paragon

As with Vig, Melek is canonically dead, but that sort of “dead” that could conceivably be temporary if the story requires it. Melek is a Weird designed by Niv-Mizzet himself to be the Izzet Mazerunner. A certain sparkmage had other ideas however, so he absorbed the sentient being of pure elemental energy into himself at the start of the Maze and took its place, then tried to shock the other runners to death because, you know, winning. But following the physics principle that energy cannot be created or destroyed, only changed into a different form, it’s believable that Melek could return someday. Probably with a grudge against said sparkmage. Melek is a fascinating build, combining high-level spellcasting with complete elemental resistance or possibly even immunity. Basically, a wizard who can tank. Even more intriguing, any lab run by a being composed of pure energy would be calibrated to channel said energy, possibly allowing short-range teleportation within said lab. This is a brilliant exercise in lair mechanics, so don’t hold back. Lest we forget Melek is a personal project of the Firemind, aka, the single most brilliant, powerful, and egocentric fire-breathing ancient dragon wizard in Ravnican history.

Tomik Vrona, Distinguished Advokist

Given the Orzhov Syndicate’s seeming fascination with being a faceless hierarchy of priests, lawmages, ghosts, tax collectors, etc; it’s nice to have another face with a name. Tomik Vrona is a lawmage who apprenticed under Teysa Karlov herself, making him a master of Ravnican law. It also makes him uncharacteristically open to relationships with other Guilds, as he is effectively Teysa’s link to the outside world during her imprisonment. Tomik carries a strong respect for the law, but is a passionate lover of interesting & creative loopholes. In short, he’s not inherently evil/greedy like most of the Syndicate, but still has ambition in spades. He prefers to use gargoyles for transportation, treasures every book he owns, and is canonically dating/living with that hot-tempered sparkmage mentioned previously. Whether the relationship is public or not is up to you. I personally see it as a measure of trust between the NPCs and the party; it’s a pretty controversial pairing of Guilds. It could even be a Romeo & Juliet (Julio?) kind of affair, just putting that out there.

Vorel of Hull Clade

If Momir Vig represents the dark side of the Simic Combine’s experiments, Vorel represents the infinite possibility they can offer. A former Gruul shaman, he made the decision to give up a piece of his clan’s territory to a Boros Legion garrison to better fortify their home turf, and was nearly killed when they turned on him for perceived cowardice. Vorel escaped and joined the Combine, where he was given Merfolk traits and an environment that embraced his ideas & strategic thinking. Vorel is extremely grateful to his new Guild, and believes himself to be an example of how anything is possible through the Simic, no matter one’s origins. His strong passion & drive have led to great breakthroughs, but he’s definitely more emotionally-driven than most Simic researchers. Here is a Biomancer that isn’t afraid to get dirty or bloody in combat. This could be a fun experiment in crafting a Simic Melee Weapon.

Tolsimir Wolfblood, Ledev Guardian

You know that one leader elf in fantasy stories who everyone else takes orders from but never fights themselves? Yeah, this isn’t that elf. This is what you wish that elf was, a warrior archer who leads his soldiers into battle atop a giant dire wolf and kicks some serious ass. The Ledev are Selesnya’s elite mounted force, skilled fighters, archers, swordsmen, and even spellcasters. They are the cavalry, the breaking dawn on Hornburg, the “oh shit” in an enemy’s mouth. Please don’t make the mistakes of countless fantasy novels by being on bad terms with such badass warriors. Having any member of the Ledev behind you should be a boost to the party’s courage & resolve. Having Tolsimir fight alongside you should be one of the greatest honors of your life. The chance to finally recreate that “besties” relationship between Legolas & Gimli as you see who can kill the most enemies in battle.

Domri Rade, City Smasher

I hesitate to include Domri, I genuinely do. He’s a scraggly little punk who nearly brought about the destruction of the Gruul (and all of Ravnica) ultimately because he was too weak and too stupid. I include him here out of respect for the lore, but you can honestly do better. Domri Rade was considered too small & weak for any Gruul clan, so he instead bonded with the savage animals of the Rubblebelt, eventually discovering he could incite them into stampedes at will. This new power finally granted him admission into Borborygmos’ own Burning Tree Clan, but he panicked during the burial rite of passage and planeswalked away for the first time. Eventually he learned to control his powers, returned to the Rubblebelt, challenged Borborygmos for leadership of the Burning Tree clan, and won by sending wave after wave of stampeding boars to trample the cyclops Guildmaster. He was enlisted by Nicol Bolas to help destroy Ravnica, and failed to realize that meant him too as an eternal ripped out his Planeswalker Spark, killing him. Domri Rade is basically a cheap knockoff of Garruk Wildspeaker, only smaller and weaker and dumber and infinitely less dangerous. He is, however, considered by many to be an omen of the End-Raze, heralding the return of the Boar God Ilharg and the burning down of Ravnica by the Gruul who follow the Old Ways. So maybe play up that angle if you include him in your campaign.

Ral Zarek, Izzet Viceroy

If you only include one NPC from any of my lists in your Ravnica campaign, you must include Ral Zarek. Failing to do so is denying your players the opportunity to interact with the single coolest character in Ravnica. He beats out Vraska for the sole reason that he’s a much more public & accessible figure than the Gorgon Assassin, and an unexpected encounter with him is significantly less likely to end in your death/petrification. Between his good looks, cocky grin, brilliant mind, and lightning powers that put Thor to shame; Ral is certain to make any situation more interesting. He’s a great contact to have within the Izzet, a brilliant researcher, extremely talented with designing gadgets or magic items, an astonishingly powerful magic user, and a fun guy to hang around with. He can definitely have a temper on him, so understand when to back away. Hint: His hair turns from black to white when his electromancy powers are activating. You’ll also probably notice the sounds of static discharge building up around him, perhaps a faint smell of ozone, crackling energy coming from his gauntlet, and, oh yeah, his eyes glow and his smile turns into a growling grimace of death as he fills you with lightning. Whether by design or accident, Ral is basically the mascot for Ravnica, and it’s almost unthinkable for him to be absent from a campaign set there.

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Story summary: Voldemort kills y/n for being the Malfoy Family's weakness. As they return to the Manor after fleeing from the battle, Draco finds the letter that has been patiently waiting for him.

Warnings: sadness??

The aura at the Manor seemed heavy and darker than usual, laced with the feeling of regret and shock wrapped in the walls and lining of the doors. Draco stood in the hall of the manor, the sound of your screams still ringing in his ears. He begged the noise to go away but it called out, leaving him in a trance.

He was waiting for the feeling of loss to hit him when a heart sinks into the depths and one realizes they can never regain something they loved. Draco frowned coldly, wondering if he even had a heart left to feel a sense of drowning.

Of losing you.

Before he knew it, he had somehow found his way upstairs to his room, sitting stiffly on the edge of his bed, knowing there would be no warmth without your presence tonight. In a world that only made sense with you, he was beyond lost, and a feeling rose within him, panic and abandonment rushing through his veins. He suddenly realized that the Manor was no longer home.

Perhaps it was never much of a home to begin with.

Draco stared off into space for what felt like ages, desperately trying to remember your scent that reminded him of everything good. Safety, security, strength. Where he could truly be himself without fear of disgracing the family name, where he didn't have to pretend to be anything he wasn't.

Blueberry muffins, he thought to himself. Was amortencia the only way he could ever feel you in his heart again? It was certainly nothing compared to you and everything you were.

The corner of a piece of parchment stuck out from underneath Draco's neatly folded quidditch jumper. Puzzled, he slowly lifted the soft fabric to find a piece of folded paper lying there idyllically, as if waiting for just the right person to open it up and begin reading its contents.

"Malfoy," the letter began. Draco immediately recognized your handwriting he had been fond of, remembering the way your quill swooped graciously against parchment when you wrote.

I don't quite know why I'm writing this, to be honest. I haven’t found a way for it to be delivered, without revealing my whereabouts. I, of course, wouldn’t want to put you in harm's way if *his* army were to find out you are in correspondence with me. That would make matters worse, wouldn’t it?

Draco exhaled a quiet laugh. You were never serious about anything, much less a life or death situation.

I wish you had told me everything, but I understand why you had to withhold the information. All year, I wondered what had suddenly made you turn your heart against me, and although it left me heartbroken and full of questions, I knew that whenever you were ready, the answer would come, along with you.

Draco tried to compose himself, his hand beginning to shake as he tried to hold your letter ever so delicately without creasing the paper.

So, in the horrible case that something else happens to split us apart for a while, here is everything I have ever wanted to say to you, Malfoy, that I never was quite able to say out loud. (The Good, and the Bad, because what fun would it be if we only focused on sappy things?)

Draco felt a flutter of nervousness within him, quickly wiping away a tear before it could fall.

1. I am positive you know this one, but I absolutely despised you, Draco Malfoy, when I first met you. Constantly bragging about your Quidditch ability, your potions mastery, and don’t even get me started on “my father will hear about this”. What was that all about?

Draco couldn’t help but remember your snide remarks at just eleven years old, and how shocked he was when you didn’t show the slightest bit of fear around him. You were the very opposite of everything he stood for, and somehow he had been blessed by a greater power to hold you in his arms, to write you letters, and study with you on days he did not want to do schoolwork.

But I knew there was more to you than what met my eyes. I was right when you showed me who you were, and I cannot wait for the day you and I can see each other again, and I can be with you once more. You had always been an object of interest to me, Malfoy, even when I wanted to wack you with my broomstick.

2. When you are scared of losing me to others, you forget what I tell you quite often, so here it is in writing to make it even more official darling. Nothing you could ever do will scare me away. I promise to you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, that my heart will always belong to you, as long as the stars shine in the dark, clear skies. I was there when you told Dumbledore you had to kill him, or else *he* would kill you. I want you to know that I don’t think any less of you, and somehow I know that you didn’t choose this path for yourself. No matter how much you deny it, Malfoy, you have goodness within you. And it is a part of you I adore dearly, along with the rest of you.

Draco did not care anymore that the tears rolled down his pale face, one after another. His hands clung to the paper, not even bothering to wipe them away.

I know you cursed Katie, and you’ve been doing things that hurt my heart to hear about. I wish I could be there to protect you, to fight on your behalf, because I always will. Even if you were to break my heart a million times, the pieces would still be yours, always and forever.

3. My goodness, my hands are beginning to get pains. I want to keep writing till I can no longer breathe, but then people would be worried. So, I will leave you with one last thing. I never was able to tell you in person before we were separated, but I love you, Draco Malfoy. I will love you till the very moment I leave this planet and join the stars. When I first told you off in our third year, after our hundredth fight, my heart changed and before I knew it, you were everything I ever wanted and more.

Cedric woke me up one evening. We snuck out in the middle of the night and told me he had found the Mirror of Erised. He told me he had seen his victory, with me on his arm. He asked me what I saw, and I couldn’t quite bear to tell him that I saw you. Smirk and all, staring back at me like a bloody ghost. It was at that moment that I knew I was meant to be yours all along.

Sometimes I still hear your voice, or think you’re hiding around the corner to grab me and I’lll kiss you, and the world will be exactly as it should be. And I believe that one day, it will be. You are strong, Draco, and full of courage. And if you have faith in me like I have with you, we will one day be under the stars and make thousands of promises we intend to keep forever. That is our perfect ending in my book.

I have to go, love. The sun is beginning to rise and I haven’t had a wink of sleep. But to be honest, I never really can sleep these days without you.

This isn’t a goodbye, this is an “I’m waiting for you”.

I always will.

Always.

Draco shook violently, his breath nowhere to be found. With the letter in hand, he took off, bolting outside the manor’s large dark doors. Narcissa and Lucius called after him, their voices demanding and harsh, but Draco ignored them, his heart pounding, adrenaline fueling his body, and ran off.

His legs grew tired and he stopped abruptly, kneeling on the hill, overlooking the foggy landscape, defeated at last by weariness and pain. He had never sobbed so much in all his years. Your voice had now faded from his mind...

All that was left was a broken boy that had lost who he knew was the love of his life.

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