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stillsaltyaboutmcr · 1 year

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Ace of Spades: Bob Floyd x Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

AN: Your call sign is Spades, it has to do with the plot!

Warnings: Mentions of blood/gore/injury, some mild cursing may occur

“Hey Bobby!" I ran up to the blonde, putting my hand on his shoulder. He turns to look at me, a lop-sides grin spreading on his face.

"What's up Spades?"

"I just wanted to ask how you're feeling about tomorrow?"

Tomorrow we all shipped out for the Uranium mission. All of us were on edge but at the same time all made sure we were checking in on each other.

"Honestly really nervous, I have a sinking feeling Phoenix and I are going to get picked as a foxtrot team. I don't know if that makes me happy or upset." He gives a half-hearted chuckle.

"If you get picked, I'm sure you'll do great." I put a hand on his shoulder, giving a light squeeze. "You're a very talented WSO. Phoenix won't let anything happen to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" His expression changed to concern. "You don't think you're getting picked to be a wingman? You're joking right?"

"With Hangman and Rooster here? No way. Plus- Mav will pick Rooster, we all know it." I shrugged. "But I'll be on standby if you call for help." I laugh a little, trying to lighten the mood.

"Bob!" We both turn to see Phoenix calling Bob over to her. I nodded at him, telling him to go. He runs over in her direction and I head to the showers, trying to clean everything off for tomorrow. It's a big day and I can't let anything take my mind off of the task at hand, whether I'm in a jet or on the tarmac.

The water runs over my body and I run my hands through my hair, letting the noise of running water clear my mind. My skin was sudsy from the terrible soap they provided and my hair was wet with conditioner when I hear the door open. Had I forgotten to lock it?

"Hello?" I speak up.

"Hey Y/N." I knew that voice, and he never used my real name.

"Rooster? What are you doing? I'm in the shower?" I rinsed off the soap and washing out the conditioner before shutting the water off.

"I just, want some company. Tomorrow is really getting to me."

"Let me hop out and get dressed. 5 minutes okay?" I heard some rustling and footsteps and peaked to see him standing in the corner, almost like he was in timeout.

Bradley and I had known each other since we were children. We went to the same schools, and went to basic together. We've had a lifetime friendship. "Okay Brad, you can look."

As he turned around, he was obviously freshly showered as well from his wet, slicked back hair and pajamas. "Sorry for barging in, I just couldn't be by myself anymore." I open my arms in response to his comment and he digs his face into the crook of my neck, squeezing me hard. "Can we go lay down and talk?" His voice is small, barely audible.

"Let's go Roo." I lead him to my room that Top Gun provided each of us. He crawled in, I shortly behind him. "Talk to me Rooster."

"I know Mav's going to pick me, he's been trying to make up for pulling my papers since we got here. He knows I wanna go on this mission but now the thought of going is getting to me. I don't think I can do it. The idea of one of those SAMS hitting me, or anyone kills me." There were small beads of sweat on his forehead, a tell that he was overwhelmed.

"It's gonna be okay, you're a great pilot. As long as you follow all the perameters you'll be okay. You've got great teammates, no one will let anything happen to you, especially Mav. He's made it his sole life purpose to protect you." Rooster laud his head on my shoulder as I rub circles into his back. "Plus, you've got the best guardian angel watching over you."

Rooster sniffles and I look down to see a tear fall. I quickly swipe it with my thumb and make him look up to face me. "You're going to be okay Bradley."

"Can I sleep in here? I don't want to be alone."

"Did you bring a flight suit?"

"My bags packed in my room, Ill grab it in the morning. Please Y/N." A couple more tears fell and I felt my own nerves surface, seeing him and Bob, along with the rest of the team so on edge.

"I don't want to be alone either. Come on, lay down. We need all the rest we can get."

The next morning, we were all lined up, waiting to hear from Mav who will be flying the mission.

"Good morning all. Just know my choices today are reflected on skill and skill alone. No bias."

"Who are your two foxtrot teams?" General Cyclone said.

"Phoenix and Bob." They look at each other and Bob looks back at me and I shoot him a smile.

"And your other?"

"Rooster and Spades."

"Sir, we never practiced as a team, we're both pilots." Rooster spoke up, looking at me. I barely realized Bob's hand snake through mine and squeeze hard.

"Spades is one of the best pilots and WSO's. She will be your back seater Rooster. End of story."

"And your wingman?"

The last name didn't even come through my ears. My mind was so caught up on the fact that Rooster and I are foxtrotting. We never ran the course that way, why would Mav throw this at us so last minute? What if it messes up the whole mission? I'm at the mercy of Rooster.

Bob squeezed my hand again, and I looked at him. He looked on the verge of tears but I didn't know if they were from him going in, or me. "I'm sorry," he mouthed. I squeezed his hand in reply.

We all headed out to the tarmac. Phoenix and Bob would go behind Mav and Rooster and I behind Hangman.

Rooster stopped to talk to Mav as I got in the jet. My nerves were rattling my brain. My whole body was shaking looking at the controls, quickly running through my brain reminding myself what it's like to be in the back again. Rooster hopped in shortly after and off we went.

The mission went smooth until we came up on coffin corner. The comms were hard to keep up with and I got whiplash one too many times from constantly telling Rooster what way to flank and where the missles were coming from.

Then, the unimaginable happened. We ran out of flares, and Mav saved us but went down in the process.

I could hardly hear Phoenix's "Dagger 1 is hit! I repeat, Dagger 1 has been hit!" due to the ringing in my ears. I kept trying to talk to Rooster, telling him to stay on course but I knew it was pointless. He probably would talk for days, if not weeks once we landed on the tarmac.

That was until he turned around. I started screaming and through the comms I could hear Bob and Phoenix's rebuttals, even Hangman's.

"Rooster! You can't take Spades down with you!! Go to the ship!!" I could hear Bob's pleas, but I knew they were futile. Hangman was calling Rooster every name in the book but it was too late. We were on our way to save Mav and I had no say. Rooster came up on the scene and I pointed out that Mav was on the ground.

Rooster shot down the helicopter, taking a SAM straight to our tail, causing us to go down. We ejected but mine faulted, causing me to eject too close to the ground, making the impact painful. I was pretty far from where Rooster had landed, but as I unbuckled myself and tucked my parachute I felt a sharp pain in my side. I looked down to see somehow I had sustained an open wound from my thighs to my ribcage. A big open cut, bleeding profusely. I quickly tried to hide it, not wanting to cause any delay.

"It's good to see you."

"Good to see you too." I finally caught up with the boys and gave Mav a hug before shoving Rooster to the ground.

"What the hell? Both of you?!" He got up slowly.

"Rooster what the hell was that?! They could've sent search and rescue!! You could've gotten us both killed!!" I was angry, that's for sure, but I'm glad we have Mav and that he's alive and well.

"Calm down Spades." Mav put a hand on my shoulder, "we're all okay, now we just need to get out of here."

Rooster and I followed Mav up to a hill where we overlooked the enemy's strip. "An F-14? Are you serious?" Rooster protested once we saw Mav's like of sight.

"I once shot down 3 Migs in one of those."

"We have 3 people Mav." I said.

"I know," he replied. "That's why you'll take the F-18 next to it, solo behind us."

"Mav I don't-" Before Rooster or I could get a word out, Mav was off and we had to scramble to get behind him. Him and Rooster went off to start the F-14 and I climbed into the F-18, waiting to see their nose come around so I could follow.

As they pulled around I realized how hard it's gonna be to take off. The runway is destroyed. I try to fiddle with my comms to get in touch with him but when I look up, their plane is gone. "Shit!" I quickly pull out and takeoff, barely making it into the air without causing damage. As I'm in the air, they are nowhere to be seen and the force on my body is causing immense pain to my side but I know I just have to catch up.

I knew damn well that F-14 is out of Roosters knowledge and he won't be able to get in contact with the ship so it fell on me to get in range and get in contact with range control.

In order to stay under radar and out of reach I dip into the canyon and take that way out to the ocean, staying low so I can safely figure out how to get my tracker going.

That's when I look up and see it. A fifth generation fighter right above me. Two of them to be exact. "Fuck." I try to remind myself if they knew where i was and who i am, I'd be dead already but then I glance again and see the F-14. "There you are. Stay calm Mav." I remind myself not to engage, and let Mav handle it, read the situation. If I engage, I risk putting them in danger.

I stay low, trying to still mess with my comms and radar, trying to find anyway to let the ship know we're alive. I finally get my personal tracker on and wait to see if Rooster sees it on his plane. "Come on Rooster, turn it on. Come on, let me see you light up." I look up to see them nowhere in sight so I pull up, making myself known on any nearby radars. I hear a beep and look down, "Atta boy, coming to find you."

I fly up to see the two of them being tailed by an enemy plane. I quickly fly underneath and start trying to find their chanel. "Mav? Rooster? Mav? Rooster? Do you copy?" I'm desperately working at it, knowing I have limited time before they get shot down or eject.

"Mav? Roos-"

"Spades?! We thought you were dead!!" I hear Rooster voice come through.

"Alright boys. Mav, I need you on the count of three to hit the brakes and let him fly right over okay? I'm under him, he doesn't even know I'm here. I'm going to fly under you and take him out alright? Just trust me."

"What the hell?" I hear Mav mutter but Rooster cuts him off.

"Mav do it! This is how she got her call sign! This is her signature move!! She's spading!"

"Mav- ready?"

"Ready."

"3,2-" I dipped down, "1!" Mav hit the brakes, causing the enemy plane to fly over him. Swooping under Mav I lined up my missile and fired, flying right through the fire. I hear hoops and hollers from Mav and Rooster. "Good job boys, let's go home." We fly back to the ship, landing successfully even though Mav was missing his front landing gear.

I watch everyone celebrate as I climb out of my plane and that's when I notice the blood all over the plane. I had been feeling the adrenaline of flying I hadn't noticed how much blood I was really losing. I climb down and as my feet hit the tarmac I look down at my hands, which are soaked in my own blood.

I look up to see Bob staring right at me and everything moved in slow motion as I saw his mouth moving, his faint "Medic!" cries barely hitting my ears. He was running towards me in a panic as I collapsed to the ground. I could hardly breathe, feeling my vision start to give.

"Hey, Y/N, stay with me, hey look at me!" I hear his pleading but it's barely audible. I'm barely conscious. I feel my body lift onto a stretcher and see Bob's face come back into view, his mouth is still moving but I hear nothing. I see him look up and Roosters face comes into view along with Hangman and Phoenix. They're all helping push my stretcher into the medbay.

"Please don't leave me." I hear Bob say before I lose consciousness.

As I come to, I look around to see I'm in a hospital with a bag of blood on my IV. As I look around more, my eyes land on the couch where Bob is fast asleep. I try to remain quiet, as to not wake him up as I attempt to get up to use the restroom but cry out in pain. "Hey! Woah!" Bob quickly wakes up and moves to me, stopping me from moving. "You're not supposed to move!"

"Bob, I have to pee."

He smiles a little and laughs at me. "I thought I lost you and all you have to say to me is 'i have to pee'."

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vespersposts · 9 months

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Reap what you sow

Hello everyone!

It's been ages, but I wanted to update this story, hoping it will continue to be an enjoyable read. A hug to all, V.

-> more knb stories here 🏀

"So?"

She comes running into the classroom, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail, her smile warm as she hands you a can of coffee and opens hers.

"He said it's OK" you reply, pulling a bag of pretty, hand-wrapped chocolates from your backpack. The ones you'd bought at the trendy restaurant you ate at last night, just waiting for this moment.

"I knew it!" she exults, choosing the cherry liqueur one, "Dai-chan never lets me down!" she concludes, smiling so warmly at you and at the goodness of the chocolate that you don't have the heart to point out the boy's true feelings again.

"So now you will be seen together in public and..." she continues, lost in her romantic fantasy made of waiting outside classrooms, public kisses and dinner dates with her and Tetsu.

As if this charade were a real thing.

"No, for God's sake!" you exclaim, fiddling with the tin "For now Kuri will only know that there is a girl he's in contact with, so she can make herself even more pathetic" you smile back at her.

" Last night was so funny, seeing him so embarrassed and that nickname... A masterstroke" Momoi confides, moving her face closer to your ear as the princess enters the classroom.

" I had to play hard to get, your friend and I have nothing in common!" you tell her as you uncork the can under her gloating gaze.

"You just need to take a little time with your relationship, Dai-chan is a lot of fun once you get to know him a bit!" she tells you mischievously, laughing in satisfaction at the desperate look on your face.

Kuri, for her part, must have a radar that alerts her when anybody in the world talks about her beloved Aomine, because she goes to Satsuki to ask for useless information about league games.

" I'd like to get good seats and support the team" she explains, looking down disdainfully at the remains of your snack.

" I can always ask Sensei Shun if he has time, so maybe you can apologise to him in person" you reply ironically, once again pointing out what would have been the right thing to do, but which the champion of morality continues to ignore.

Satsuki's lips twitch briefly, you know she would like to smile but cannot, so she decides to show her sympathy in another way.

" Kuri's right, we need all the support we can get now that Dai-chan is so distracted by his private life" she hints quietly, then turns to you as if you didn't know "Last night he was so strange... Always on his phone, so moody! Then a text came in and everything was fine, right?" she asks, turning her wide eyes to those of Kuri, who suddenly becomes very serious.

" Something about his family, perhaps? He told me that he hears from his parents every night after training," the class leader suggests, so sure of her appeal to the boy that it's almost touching.

"I doubt it" the analyst smiles mischievously and nods at you both, before revealing the secret with a half-hearted voice: "He saved the sender as 'pretty', I saw it with my eyes! So it's definitely a girl!" she giggles, staring at you so that you say something, but Kuri is quicker.

"Momoi-chan, you really don't know anything about this, do you?" she asks her in a sharp tone, so different from the usual sugary version she offers her.

" Since you're so curious, why don't you ask him directly? Then you would finally have a good reason to spend the whole afternoon glued to his back!" you interject, returning the not-so-subtle accusation to the sender.

Once again you are saved by the beginning of the lesson.

Even though you think you've done quite well, there's something about Satsuki's expression that doesn't sit well with you.

She often looks at you and smiles, a half-smile you only understand when, sure there are no prying ears, she reveals it verbally.

"It may all be an act, but I'm really glad you've nailed the role" she comments, turning the pencil in her hands.

" You're no fun! " is the only thing you can say as you open your notebook and decide to give your full attention to the lesson. There is no point in explaining, clarifying or talking. Momoi has no idea that everything you do, you are also doing for her, to give her a chance to finally realise that she is the girl Dai-chan has been looking for all his life. She doesn't mean to, but her stubborn positivity will test you, because she's living proof that she doesn't notice you or how you feel. For her, it would be the fulfilment of a dream if you and her best friend became a couple, while you just want her to be true to herself to the core.

What you told Daiki in his living room the night before is exactly what you think, but also what you fear.

You just don't want your friend to realise too late that she's lost the man of her life because she still believes in the infallible nature of first love. After seeing their photos together, after he almost attacks you to claim his right to love her, after seeing how his face changes when he talks about her, you can only ask yourself one thing: why shouldn't Daiki be Momoi's soul mate?

You are distracted from these thoughts when the pink-haired girl's fingertips brush against your elbow and place a note under your nose, a torn corner of her notebook with a single word written on it.

"Sorry."

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sgcairo · 2 years

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My Dearest Darling (Irnes/Fatui!Reader Part Two)

The first part can be read here!

So funny story... The second I published the first part of this series, I spilled water all over my expensive computer and killed it. So I'm writing this on my tiny, barely functional chromebook from four years ago and regretting my life choices, but that doesn't matter because progress! Here's part two and the aftermath of the festival! Time to beat Irnes with a stick because that's all I know how to do... Don't worry, he's okay. Mostly. You would think that I'd put off Irnes' tragic backstory... But nah. So take this gift and hide it with your treasures, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

And yes, reader is addressed as sir a lot in this part, but the Fatui just call everyone sir. Woman? Sir. Man? Sir. Everyone in between? Sir. Same goes for Lord, gender is thrown out the window.

P.S. Thank you all for the beautiful comments on the last part! We're not even in deep water yet, this is just the kiddie pool of feels... Much love for you all, enjoy!

Aftermath

There's noise. You wake up to a horrid amount of noise, which only makes you want to shrivel up even more, like a raisin. You're well rested, but your lips are so chapped that you feel like a fish that's been left out of water for too long, rolling over in bed and burying your face in the weirdly soft pillow under your head. Weird, yours is nothing close to being soft...

Opening your eyes, you find a little poof of blue hair, watching you with wide eyes from the side of the bed.

"...Hello?"

"Hi."

"Can I help you?"

"No."

"Oh. Okay, then."

The clones continues to watch you until the door swings open, his eyes widening as he gets to his feet and scampers off, getting a warm chuckle from the doorway. You're still groggy, but you know that laugh, and you're not surprised to see Irnes, a painted tray in his hands, two cups of steaming tea and a matching teapot perched neatly on top of it.

"Good morning, dear. I see you've met Sergei. Don't worry, he's mostly harmless, I had him keep watch while I made some tea. He seems to have taken it... A bit too literally."

Irnes sets down the tray, dusting off his hands lightly as he turns to hand you the teacup, a pleasant smell filling the room.

"It's aster tea, if you're wondering! A little bit of sweet flower too, but that's the secret ingredient! And a little bit of love, of course."

You laugh lightly, taking the cup from his hands and sip at it carefully. It's warm- not hot enough to burn your tongue, but not even close to being able to burn your mouth- and pleasant on the tongue, and you're so entranced that you almost miss Irnes sitting down on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly as he holds the teacup awkwardly in one hand, his scarred fingers shaking as they press against the side of the cup, but do nothing to help. It makes your curious, as you've never seen him without his gloves and with his sleeves rolled up like this. His skin is so red and torn that it looks painful, and you almost want to ask what was brutal enough to cause that much damage. Because you're going to beat it up, obviously.

Irnes seems to notice your staring, laughing awkwardly in the silence.

"Like what you see?"

The strain in his voice isn't covered up very well, unfortunately. You quickly tear your gaze away from the burned and crooked fingers against the porcelain of the teacup, instead watching his face closely. It's... soft, lacking the wide grin and composure you're so used to.

"You know it. I'm sorry for staring."

"Don't apologize, dear. I can see the gears in your head turning. You want to know what happened."

"I guess, yeah."

"Do you really want to know?"

You hate the way he sounds so small, his smile bleeding away until it's a small frown. He's clearly hesitating, and you suddenly feel bad for agreeing.

"I do, but you don't have to tell me. You said it isn't a happy story for you..."

"I did, didn't I?"

Irnes chuckles, taking another sip of his tea.

"I won't tell you the whole story right now, but... it was a factory accident. Got caught in some machinery."

Silence. There's no right answer to this, you can't imagine what kind of machinery could've done that. You don't feel pity, no, you just hate the thought of something that terrible happening to him, to the point that he can't even hold a cup of tea with that hand.

"It's alright, however! It was a long time ago, I was young and stupid back then! It doesn't hurt nearly as much as it used to, just a few aches and pains. The burns and breaks healed quite nicely, Prime originally wanted to cut off my arm because of all the damage. That's probably the last time I trusted Prime with a bone saw, I tell you."

"You trusted Dottore with a bone saw?"

"Eh. Somewhat. Though he's a bit rusty, so I suppose it was the delirium talking."

"Good. I'd be concerned if you trusted him with anything other than chemistry."

"I do suppose he doesn't have a degree in medical sciences. We're self taught, the lot of us!"

"...I don't know if I should be horrified or impressed."

"Both, dear! Now, would you like more tea? There's plenty to go around..."

Together?

So Irnes kissed you. Confessed to you, even if it wasn't in the most... direct way. Which means... Well, you're not even sure what it means, but after spending the better part of the day chatting idly and lounging around- you completely forgot about the fact that you're an agent, and you have a job. While you'd love to still have life you had before, with few responsibilities and spending most of your days exploring the surrounding forest or staying inside while practicing your indulgent hobbies- you can't. The money you get for your service, though it's not much, is the only thing keeping your family from falling into bankruptcy, and you can't have them on the streets. You can't let that happen.

The next day, you get your ass kicked by one of the higher ranking agents, and after a few bruises and a promise to do better, you finally get dismissed, back to your room in the barracks. The flowers are still there, and you make a note to give them to Irnes the next time you see him.

Which is in fact a few days later. You feel bad, the flowers have wilted slightly, as the natural course of life has taken them into its arms, but they still look nice... Hopefully Irnes won't mind. You find yourself sneaking out during patrol, some of your friends covering for you with little winks and whistles, which is quite embarrassing but- It's not like you have much of a choice.

Technically, it's been four days since you've seen him. Yes, you've definitely been counting, wondering when your paths would cross, excited and scared at the same time. Would he be okay with being seen together, for others to know that you're a thing? While relationships are forbidden between soldiers in the military, Irnes isn't exactly a part of said military. Right? He serves under a Harbinger, but he's certainly not a part of the ranks, as far as you can tell. He's treated more like a lordling than an agent, so surely it wouldn't be unlawful?

If it is... Oh, you're so dead.

Once you arrive at the lab, you hesitantly knock, stepping back to avoid being hit by the door. There's no answer for a long moment, before a commotion reaches your ears, and the door opens with a loud creak, a mass of shouting and shoving clones revealed, all trying to get the door at the same time. You stand there for a good moment, befuddled as you hold the small bouquet of flowers awkwardly, staring as the clones continue to brawl, ignoring you completely.

"Ah, excuse me! Pardon me, I need to get through-"

A clone somehow manages to wiggle his way through the mass, panting as he comes out the other side looking as if he's been put through a hurricane.

"Forgive me, sir!"

The poor clone looks white as a sheet, occasionally glancing back at the brawl happening behind him shamefully. He's familiar... Wasn't he the one who was staring at you the other day when you woke up? Sergei, if you remember correctly.The poor clone looks white as a sheet, occasionally glancing back at the brawl happening behind him shamefully. He's familiar... Wasn't he the one who was staring at you the other day when you woke up? Sergei, if you remember correctly.

"No need to apologize, Sergei. I'm sure this is... a somewhat normal occurrence, no need to worry about it. Where's Irnes?"

"Ah! Well, um, he's resting."

"Resting?"

"Oh, you weren't informed... Oh dear, I'm so sorry! It slipped my mind, I promised him that I'd go notify you- I completely forgot!"

"Hey, hey. Don't stress yourself out, it's fine. But if I may, what happened?"

"Ah, right! Uh, Irnes fell ill a little while ago. He's been sick for the past few days..."

Oh no. Ice floods your veins, your hands accidentally crushing the stems of the flowers in your grasp. You know he's probably fine, but what if he isn't? You've been toiling away, training and joking around with your comrades this whole time while he's been suffering! You feel horrible for not taking the time to visit, let alone take care of him... You're not officially together, but you still care! And if he can't even answer the door... Oh Tsaritsa have mercy, you're a horrible person. At least, that's what you tell yourself as Sergei watches you, clearly concerned.

"Um, sir? Would you like to come inside and speak with him? He's a bit feverish, but I think he'd feel better, seeing you."

"Yes, yes! Let me in, thank you!"

You practically run past Sergei and the now dissipating crowd of rowdy clones, trying not to let your own anxiousness get ahold of you. But it's hard, and the lab is so big...

"This way, sir..."

Sergei takes your arm gently before you can run too far into the lab, guiding you towards a door hidden behind a row of large pods. There's nothing in them, but you can roughly tell what they're used for, the size is too close to human to be a coincidence. The door is cracked slightly, Sergei opening it quietly and beckoning you in, walking over to one of the few singular beds in the room, the others bunk beds that are a mess of papers and mismatched blankets.

The room is dark, which makes it hard to see. You almost run into a bedpost at least twice, and by the time you make it to the corner with a dim candle illuminating it, you're still riding out the adrenaline from earlier and a few new waves from almost smacking yourself straight in the face with metal that's beginning to rust.

"Irnes..."

Sergei walks over to the sleeping figure in the bed, which is now very clearly Irnes once you take a closer look- except he's not wearing his mask. Burns trail up the side of his face and creep into his hairline, his eyes both tightly shut against the cold compress on his forehead, a bunch of serums and shots sitting on the bedside table, along with what looks to be tea that's long since gone cold.

"Irnes, wake up. You have a visitor."

Sergei shakes his shoulder lightly, getting a little annoyed grunt from Irnes, who tries to roll over (unsuccessfully).

"Irnes, please. It's your friend."

"'ich one?"

Irnes finally speaks, and he sounds terrible. As if his vocal cords have been completely and utterly destroyed. Much raspier than what you're used to, which only makes your anxiety worse.

"...The one you made me watch."

At that, Irnes' eyes snap open, and he tries to sit up, only to be pushed back down by Sergei.

"Ah, my dear..."

Irnes chuckles, weakly pushing Sergei off and settling himself back down. You advance carefully, Sergei pulling back with a small nod before wandering off, likely to get back to his work. You turn to meet eyes with Irnes for the first time-

And almost drop your flowers in shock.

One of his eyes does not match the other, and not in the heterochromia way. No, one of them is just a milky white, the pupil so burned that it has no color. As if it's a boiled egg... without the yolk, but a boiled egg nontheless. The other is a piercing red, though it's foggy with the haze of his fever.

"I'm terribly sorry that you have to see me like this..."

Irnes sniffles, fumbling for the handkerchief on the bedside table. You pick it up, handing it to him carefully. He takes it with a small smile, using his good hand to bring it up to his face, wiping at his nose clumsily.

"I believe that a night out in the cold may have done me in... I'm very sorry that I couldn't greet you properly my dear."

"Don't worry about it, you need your rest. I, um, brought you some flowers, but they're kind of wilted..."

"I'll treasure them."

Irnes chuckles, but it turns into a coughing fit, shrill and dry. You reach forward, though you really can't do anything, hovering until he finally regains his breath, his eyes watery as he wipes at his face again, trying to get rid of any evidence of being vaguely gross and sweaty. He really does want to look his best for you, and yet... If this doesn't drive you away, he'll be surprised.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh yes, I'm-"

He starts coughing again, but this time you put a gentle hand on his shoulder, sitting down in the little space there is between his body and the edge of the bed. He's physically shaking, you can feel it through the blanket, his coughing muffled by the handkerchief over his mouth. Oh Tsaritsa have mercy, it leaves a bad taste in your mouth, not to mention how much it makes your heart physically hurt. This is your fault, isn't it? As far as you know, the festival was the last time he was out in the cold, he doesn't seem to leave the palace often. Archons, you should've known better...

"...My dear, forgive me. I truly wish to talk to you, but I'm afraid my body isn't allowing me-"

The coughing fit once again makes an appearance, to the point that you're almost considering getting help. Sergei couldn't have gone far, right? You free your hands of the flowers, setting them behind the mass of items on the bedside table, before turning back to Irnes. What can you do? Your comrades can't cover for you forever, but you can't just leave him like this...

"Don't worry about it, Irnes. Just... focus on resting. I'm sorry for waking you up..."

"Nonsense... Sit with me. I may not speak-"

More coughing. You're not sure how long you take keep a brave face, this is pushing your anxiety through the roof.

"-but I want you here. If you're not opposed."

"Of course not. I'll stay for as long as you want me. I'll get a chair..."

You move to get up, but Irnes reaches for you before you can, his hand trying to grab your arm.

"Lay with me."

It's barely a whisper, but it stops you in your tracks, Irnes' watering eyes meeting yours. Who are you to say no? Even if you do get sick, it'll be worth it. Sitting back down, you unbuckle and pull off your boots, setting your coat aside as well, carefully crawling over Irnes and settling on his right side. You don't dare ask him to turn over, sliding under the covers easily. It's warm, but you're freezing without your coat on, and Irnes is very hot. Quite literally. He's so warm that you're thawed almost instantly.

"Irnes...?"

"...Hm?"

"I'm sorry for getting you sick."

Irnes chuckles again, shaking his head lightly.

"Nonsense. It's my own fault. Besides... I have you here with me. That's enough for me."

"But-"

"Shh-"

More coughing. You reach out again, this time placing a gentle hand on his side, rubbing gently as he shakes and spasms under your hands, hacking and coughing into the handkerchief. There's nothing you can do, you're not a doctor or mad scientist. Just a soldier who only knows first aid, and maybe a little bit about comfort. Other than that, you're stumped.

The coughing finally stops after a long fit, Irnes' hand falling back onto the bedsheet, his eyes glazed over.

"You're okay..."

You can't help but blurt it out, the tears glistening on Irnes' face making your throat tighten.

"You're going to be okay..."

Drowsy

You fall asleep, somehow. Irnes too, but you wake up to Sergei hovering by the bed, shaking your shoulder lightly.

"Sir, I think it's best if you retreat for the night."

"No, it's fine. Is there anything I can do for him?"

"Not at the moment. I have regulated his fever, and all he needs is rest that the moment. But I hate to leave you in such conditions..."

"What do you mean? If you're afraid of me getting sick, it's really not a problem. And the bed is very comfortable. I'm a bit hungry, but that's not a big problem..."

"...Oh. I see. Well, um, I will go fetch something for you to eat then!"

Sergei then rushes off, leaving you awake and alone. Irnes has at some point flipped over, his face now mashed into the cold compress and pillow, breathing softly. You can't help but reach out and brush the stray hairs out of his face, tucking the particularly long one behind his ear. It's weirdly intimate, but you can't bring yourself to care. His skin is still too hot, but much less than before. Hopefully he feels a little better when he wakes up...

Dinner is... lackluster at best, but you're not really hungry anyways. Your squadron leader is likely out looking for you right now, but you're too tired to make the long trek back to the barracks, and it's not like they'll miss you all that much. You'll get another scolding, but what can they do? Replace you?

Actually, that would be very bad, you shut that thought down faster than anything else in your life.

You eventually drift back to sleep on a full stomach, only waking up when something heavy falls on you in the middle of the night, crushing the air straight out of your lungs. You gasp for air, now very much awake, as you try to shove off the mystery obstruction-

Only to find a head of light blue hair on your chest, Irnes having somehow flipped over onto you in the middle of the night. Now, he's laying half on top of you, and he's heavy. Well, with that sort of height, it's no surprise, but you didn't expect him to lay on you, you're not exactly the most comfy thing in the room.

"...Dear, hurts."

"Huh?"

"Head hurts."

"Oh, you're awake. Do you want water? Maybe something to eat?"

Irnes nods, his hair tickling your collar. You smile in the darkness, shifting him to lean against your shoulder so you don't break his back or anything as you sit up, reaching for the glass on the bedside table. It's not frozen yet, luckily, but it's really cold. Hopefully Irnes doesn't mind it...

"Alright, here's the water. Careful, it's cold."

Irnes drinks greedily, though he can't even hold the cup by himself. Either that, or he can, and he's just letting you feed him like a child. You're happy to indulge regardless, he's probably too tired to worry about it right now.

Once he's done, you set the cup back down carefully, scooting back to your previous position. Irnes is clearly half asleep, but his eye glints faintly in the dark, half lidded and a vivid red.

"Feeling a little better?"

"Mhm. Warm."

"Yeah, well you still have a nasty fever. I promise that it'll be better soon, okay?"

You lean down, planting a gentle kiss on his brow, which he very happily leans into. You're 99% sure he doesn't even know what's going on, but it's okay. At least he isn't running around the halls naked or anything drastic...

"Sleep..."

"Alright, alright. After you."

"No. Sleep."

"Irnes..."

"Sleeeeeep..."

You can't win this one.

Recovery

You're ushered back to your barracks after a day of taking care of Irnes, though it's very hesitantly.

And of course, your boss practically shouts your ear off for sneaking off and abandoning your post. At this rate, you'll be sent to a corrections camp, apparently. Not that you care, but they aren't taking any excuses on how you were taking care of a sick family member (which isn't technically true, but...). Either way, you're stuck with bathroom cleaning for the rest of the week, which gets a bunch of laughs from your comrades. Tsk. At least you aren't getting sent back home...

Once you do see Irnes again, it's almost deliberate. He's outside the barracks, in fact, his cane in hand as he stands tall against the cold winds.

"Irnes! What are you doing?!"

"Ah, my dear! I was waiting for you, your friends alerted me that you were out... cleaning."

Those bastards. Irnes is clearly being polite about it, but you want to beat some people up. Namely, your friends.

"I was, but you can't just stand out in the cold like this! You're going to get sick again!"

"It's worth it, to see you."

Oh boy, you're going to have to have a long talk about acceptable risks with this man. He's a goofball, but now he's your goofball. Which means you must take responsibility. It's for the greater good.

"Well come inside, then! I can't have you getting sick again on my watch! Next time, just tell them to bring you to my quarters, on my very specific orders. If they don't..."

You weren't sure what a good threat was in this situation, but you'd figure it out. It was whatever, as you were finally in front of your room, which was very clearly barren as per Fatui code. All personal articles were few and far between, such as the vase that you left on the table earlier, and a picture of your family on your desk. Other than that, it was almost empty, other than the quilt your mother had sent you off with.

"Sorry it's a little boring... It's a temporary living space at best."

"Oh, no. I think it's rather lovely! Is this your family?"

Irnes immediately takes to the black and white photo, the kamera quality being questionable at best. Yet there you are, still young and lacking the broken bones that recruitment brought upon you. In fact, you look almost happy in the picture, compared to now. No dark circles, no clicking shoulder- just a child that snuck off into the forest to eat berries and run through the twisting roots of ancient trees.

"It is. Happier times, you know."

"They seem quite nice! I can't wait to meet them."

Woah there, that's... Alright, the idea of Irnes meeting your family is very appealing, but still! He can't just make your heart explode like that, it's not fair!

"You'll meet them soon enough. Anyways, can I get you some tea or something?"

"Tea would be wonderful."

The Letter

A few weeks pass, seemingly uneventful.

You meet up with Irnes on your breaks, and he's seemingly memorized your schedule, always waiting for you at the end of your shift guarding the halls, sweeping you up and away without a second's hesitation. Your boss is almost pissed at you, but after Irnes showed up for a personal meeting with them, they've been weirdly quiet about you skipping out on a few of your duties. That doesn't mean you've stopped doing them, no, you're just... less stressed about Irnes keeping you for too long.

Then the letter arrives.

You know the seal on it like the back of your hand. An official ordinance from Her Majesty. It arrives over dinner, while your whole squadron is gathered, your leader getting up and reading it loud and clear. You're being sent overseas to assist in the retrieval of the Sumeru Archon's gnosis. Of course, you're nothing more than infantry, you likely won't see the gnosis or the Harbingers in action, you'll just be a meat shield should anything go wrong. Which you're not exactly worried about, it's what you were trained for, but it also means that there's a high chance you'll get critically injured or even die.

The news settles over the room heavily, as your squadron hasn't been officially stationed outside the palace yet. You've only been involved in internal affairs as of yet, and other nations are a whole new hurdle. But it's Her Majesty's order, and you can't refuse.

"Get packing, everyone. We leave tomorrow at daybreak."

Tomorrow.

You're leaving tomorrow.

It's horrible, the feeling that sinks into your bones. You need to tell Irnes, you need to at least hold him or something before you go, you'll go insane if you don't. That's how you end up in front of the Doctor's lab, the sun having already dipped beneath the horizon, breathing heavily and banging on the door like your life depends on it. It doesn't open. Are they ignoring you on purpose? No, they can't, you'll break the door in if you have to-

"My apologies, it took me a mo- my dear?"

Irnes stands before you, and you almost collapse in relief.

"Irnes-"

He staggers a little as you launch yourself into his arms, burying your face in his chest. Irnes doesn't speak, merely gaping at you for a moment until he finally gains his bearings, hugging you back with just as much- if not more- fierceness, his good hand holding you up while the other rests oh so gently on the back of your head, pulling you close.

"What's wrong, my love?"

"I-"

You can't say it. The crushed expression on his face would surely destroy you, tear you apart before you can even pack your bags and leave. So you don't speak, burying your face in his shoulder to hide your shakiness. It's not because you're afraid of leaving, it's just the idea of him being heartbroken at your death- it scares you. As a soldier, you know full well that death will eventually come for you, but Irnes is fragile. You don't want to reunite to early in that impossible circumstance.

"It's alright, my dear. Whatever it is, we'll get through it. I know we will."

"You make it sound like we're married-"

"Good. Because we will be soon."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Now, come inside and have some tea. It'll help you calm down, my dear. Besides, you're shaking... It may be best to sit for a while."

"Yeah... Tea sounds nice."

Morning

You're all packed, ready to take on Sumeru. Light clothes? Check. Plenty of lotion? Check. A ton of paper and envelopes? Check and check! The pier is already somewhat populated when you arrive, feeling better after Irnes talked it over with you last night. It was nice, having him hold your hands gently while soothing you with reassurances, especially the one where he promised to write every day. You selfishly hoped that he would write to you each day, even if you knew deep down that it wouldn't happen. You were both too busy, and you knew all too well that it would be a miracle if he had even a moment's break from wrangling clones and finishing experiments.

The walk of shame out of the barracks was freezing, not to mention that your body felt like it was made of lead. You had slept somewhat well the night before, but your own body was betraying you, not wanting to be up this early. It wasn't hard, walking the distance from the barracks to the pier, but with two heavy bags and a coat that could suffocate a man... it would be a long one.

The Piazza itself was quiet. None of the nobles or couriers had arrived on business, and the guards were likely around the bend, making rounds. Your shift would be starting soon, if it were a normal day. You'd see Irnes before sunset, and would be whisked away to help his research in the library-

You're going to miss him so much.

Casting one last glance at the palace in all it's glory, you give Irnes your final goodbye, heading for the flagship that's undoubtedly going to be pulling away soon.

The walk down to the pier isn't as lonely as the one through the palace. There's plenty of soldiers milling about, not all from your squadron, waiting for the final calls to get on board. There's plenty of foot servants running around, taking bags and giving out quarter numbers, the crowd around the flagship only growing thicker the closer you get to the boarding ramp. You haven't seen any Harbingers milling about, but you don't doubt that there's at least one present, the Doctor wouldn't call for just foot soldiers. No, he's too ostentatious for that. You wouldn't be surprised if the Captain was hidden somewhere in the throngs of people, maybe even on the ship itself.

You eventually get stopped, your bag taken and a key thrust into your hand. 187 is stamped clearly into the bronze tag, though the key itself has seen so much use that any paint on it has long since faded away, barely clinging to the metal. It's well loved, as your mother would say. You pocket the key, preparing to board the ship-

"Excuse me! Pardon me, so sorry~"

Irnes?

You turn, only to find Irnes, pushing through the crowd, his towering figure and lopsided gait standing out from the crowd.

"Ah, my dear! I hope I'm not too late!"

You can't do much more than stare, eyes wide. Irnes... came to see you off? This early?

Your chest feels warm, warmer than it's ever been before.

"Irnes?"

"Of course, who else would it be? You surely didn't think that I'd let you leave without a kiss goodbye?"

You want to cry. You feel like you should, standing there only a step away. You didn't expect this, and maybe it's just the fact that you woke up so early that's making that feeling fill your chest, clogging your throat and making it hard to speak.

"I... I don't know."

"Well then, seems that I'll have to change your mind, my dear."

The kiss lingers for so long that you're convinced the boat will leave without you. When you finally pull away, Irnes is beaming so bright you could almost compare him to the sun: brilliant and about to combust. He takes your hands gently and plants kisses on both of them with a cheeky grin, placing one last kiss on your left before letting go, smiling and gazing at your face as if he can't get enough of you.

Oh, you're not leaving without a hug from this man. Unacceptable.

"Oh! How could I have forgotten?"

He hugs you back so tightly that you can barely breathe.

"Have a safe trip, my love. I will think of you every moment you're away. And do not worry, I will take care of myself in your absence! Sergei will ensure it!"

Irnes bows dramatically, getting a little laugh out of you as he grins brightly. You can tell his eyes are sparkling, even with the mask in the way.

"I know he will. Um... I'll write whenever I can. Every day, I hope."

"Of course. Regardless, I will write you a letter for every day you carry my heart, dear."

You're speechless by his smooth talking again, blushing a little. The horn blares in the silence, the call for the stragglers to board, the winter wind blowing in from the south and catching Irnes' hair, like feathers on a warm breeze.

"Go on, my dear! Know that I love you!"

He shoves you towards the flagship with a hearty chuckle. The crowd around you moves, but Irnes is ever present, solid against the waves of people, waving with that tender smile on his face.

You force yourself to turn, waving back and joining the rush of soldiers.

As you step foot on the deck, you hear singing.

A familiar voice belts over the docks, so loud that it overpowers the wind, the lyrics clear and full of passion.

Farewell, my departed soldier, he sings.

May the sea carry you back to my home.

#irnes #fatui reader #fatui x reader #fatui x gn reader #il dottore's clones #fatui #fatui harbingers #genshin impact #part two babeyyy #he's back and as fruity as ever

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dimplesandfierceeyes · 1 year

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✨ 💫 🎀 💞 💌 please!

Hello anon! Do anons get notifications when their asks are answered? I hope so!

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Oh this is a tricky one! If I’m honest, I’ll always have a soft spot for The Supreme Art of War is to Subdue the Enemy Without Fighting—despite it’s unwieldy title. It was one of the first PatPran stories I started writing though certainly not the first that I posted! It was a slow write because I had to keep pausing for research.

Before I started writing this fic, I had very little knowledge of Thailand’s history, so I found it fascinating to uncover. When I’d originally planned a historical AU, my first thought had been to do something a little more recent, such as World War 2, but once I’d started reading about the Reunification of Siam, the more fitting it felt for PatPran.

One of my more recent fics that I was hoping would draw a bit more attention was Dumbasses and Dragons. I love a bit of high fantasy and I was hoping PatPran dragonriders would intrigue a few others too, but alas I clearly did not make it sound enticing enough.

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

I love to read specific parts that people enjoyed from a fic. It’s always fun to see what a particular line/scene has made an impression on a few people but also, people so often pick out completely different parts. It’s amazing to see people having such a personal connection to something you’ve written.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Ahhhh the hardest one. As a writer, I’m so used to focusing on the things I want to edit and improve on in my writing that I struggle a lot when it comes to thinking about what’s good in it. I think I have a strong attention to detail in my writing, and that I do well at getting characterisation across. I also like to think that dialogue is one of my strong points. Often when I’m writing a scene all it starts out as is dialogue and everything else gets filled in after haha.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

The characters are always my starting point. Probably why I struggle so much with original fiction haha. All my writing is based around characters and their reactions to the base situation they’re in, so if I don’t have a strong character profile in my head, writing is almost impossible for me. That being said, I do love to have a strong structure too. It’s not always true of all my stories, but I do like when I can write a story with a particular structural symmetry.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

So I do have some fun angst coming up as a follow-up to one of the Bad Buddy Fic Exchange stories I wrote but actually I stumbled across something else the other day that I’d completely forgotten about. So a long time ago, I wrote a Bad Buddy story called A Nose Boop and the Rest is History, which is basically a short tale of Pran’s astonishing self-discipline being finally eroded away by Pat’s oblivious flirting.

Flash forward to today and I currently have two WIPs all planned out and ready to be written that follow basically along the same lines, but in different situations and with different outcomes (though all the same eventual outcome because you kno, this is PatPran after all). My eventual plan is to have all of these as part of a What If series of all the times Pran could have given into his feelings and how that would have shift their story.

Thank you for the questions!

These asks were from this post here, in case anyone reading wants to join in and reblog yourself!

#lovely asks #writing

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ambrossart · 9 months

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Hello, I just wanted to tell you that chapter 20 and 21 are one of my favorites, probably because they are a bit more focused on Victor (who has become my favorite character since those two chapters when he was Patrick at the beginning, although I still love him too) and seeing a bit of Vic's daily life makes you feel more attached to the character and all the little details about Evelyn and Victor childhood give me a kind of nostalgia and sadness, chapter 21 really felt like I was really in victor's room you are great at creating atmospheres and moods and reading vic's thoughts and feelings about his family and how he feels about it was great and made me feel a bit sad 😢 i feel like vic has a very low opinion of himself himself and as he himself is considered a disappointment, and another thing that I loved, these two talking about music and joking, small details like that Víctor uses shampoo, his space pajamas or the guitar his mother bought him, which by the way if Victor I learned to play the guitar I would fall even more in love and totally victor with an eyebrow piercing would really look great if he hadn't gotten infected of course, and the lotion victor had in that drawer I think I have an idea what it could be if he got so nervous 😂; Anyway, all those little facts and more things that I didn't want to comment because I feel like I'm rambling too much make me love these chapters, you don't know how many times I've read chapter 21 (I really plan to draw a picture about chapter 21 and Victor and all those little anecdotes)

YESSSSS!!!

Chapters 20 and 21 are some of my favorites too, and for all the reasons you've said.

These chapters are all about Evelyn learning about the "new Vic" and realizing that, although he's dyed his hair and developed new interests, he's still the same boy she knew as a kid. And I think that finally clicked for her when she discovered his natural roots coming back in. It's a small moment, but it's a really important one. Here Evelyn is, surrounded by change and almost mourning the loss of her childhood friend, and she suddenly sees a glimpse of the "old Vic" hiding beneath the surface. It's extremely comforting for her and it gives her a lot of hope for the future.

These chapters also let us see a side of Vic that he hides from everyone else. He might prefer to be seen as this moody, miserable asshole who hates everyone, but he's clearly using that as a mask. Vic isn't withdrawn because he hates people. He's withdrawn because he genuinely struggles with everyday socialization, and has struggled with this since he was a little kid. High school is an absolute nightmare for Vic. He's constantly surrounded by people. The hallways are loud and chaotic. All the competing sounds trigger his sensory issues. He gets overwhelmed, overstimulated, and he suffers with painful, throbbing headaches (I mean, the poor boy has to shove his head in his locker to get some relief 🥺). But of course he doesn't want people to see him struggle, so he just hides it as best as he can and tries to act normal. It's gotta be exhausting. No wonder the guy needs to smoke a bowl when he gets home from school. 😂

That's why it breaks my heart to see Vic being so unkind to himself. My favorite moment in Chapter 21 is when Evelyn is talking about how she used to daydream about what they would be like when they were older. Vic automatically assumes that Evelyn is disappointed by how he turned out, and that is just SO SAD to me. I think Vic is deeply disappointed by how he turned out. I think he hoped he would grow out of his issues and eventually become "normal," and that by being "normal" he would finally become the kind of person Evelyn would like. I think that's partially why he was so reluctant to return her feelings when they were younger (that and Evelyn came on really, really strong and likely freaked him out). He probably assumed that Evelyn had some superficial crush on him and that one day she would see the real him and not like him anymore.

😭

I love Vic so much. Regardless of how this story ends, you better believe there’s a timeline where he and Evelyn end up together, and it’s the best timeline ever because those two are absolutely adorable. ❤️❤️❤️

#answered asks #thanks for the ask!#paper men #ambrossart

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thetruearchmagos · 2 years

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Cloudy Skies

Alright, some more writing fluff!

@muddshadow , @athenswrites , @lividdreamz , @urfriendlywriter (Sorry it's not from your Prompts, but since you liked the last one, I hope you enjoy this too!) , @theprissythumbelina

"I hate the fucking sky" Colonel Emma Higgs was, to say the least, not exactly feeling terribly positive towards her most recent assignment. While sticking it out in a third rate hotel in the countryside was not usually the territory of a full Colonel on the Staff of a Field Army, when duty calls, as it did, one must answer. Even if duty involved spending a week in the boonies in the middle of the annual monsoon season a fact that was making itself apparent and infuriating. "You know, boss, I doubt our air-jock friends would appreciate that sentiment! And, besides, look on the bright side, we get to spend a week away from the office, and I did always like the sound of rain." It's safe to say that Major Anne Saetung's comments failed to improve Higgs' mood, though it's likely they weren't meant too anyways. Higgs slumped backwards onto her bed, laying back as she groaned in sheer fatigue. As much as she loved the Army life, she well understood why "bitching" at every moment of it was accepted as a cherished past time. And that activity was more than partaken in when she heard the sound of hard knocking at the door. She rised from bed, groaning all the way to the door and wishing a painful death via lightning strike on whatever jackass was wasting her time. Wishes that were quickly rescinded when she looked through the door's peephole and saw, of all the jackasses in the 12 Worlds, her husband. There, in his usual well turned out Service Dress uniform, stood Gustav. He had an awkward smile on his face, more deserving a grimace, as he looked around sheepishly along the corridor outside the rooms. And there, that inb\genius, beautiful, stupid man stood, clutching in his hand a bouquet of local roses, damp and almost sad if the sheer sight of his presence didn't make Higgs' eyes blind to such minor details as that. She opened the door. "Goddamn, Schmitty, you look like what the cat dragged in!" He laughed nervously, scratching the side of his neck and giving a weak smile that still had the strength to warm a soul. "Well, it'd be a rather damp cat, I think. Still, when I heard you'd come to my little front of the continent, I had to settle for some way to pop a visit! To see how you were, and maybe to bolster some morale! Though, uhh..." Gustav looked down, despondent, at the sad collection of foliage in his hand, and Higgs rushed forwards to pull him closer. "Oh, you dumbass, you've already done that! Few things as boosting to morale as seeing a puppy-eyed General officer, after all!" They both needed that, and they stood there in the door frame for a few moments, the flowers wedged between love, whispering a few more little jokes to the others welcoming ears. "Hello Gustav, I see you've tracked us down. Well, try and wrap it up before 6, and if you are staying the night remember the walls aren't exactly thick and insulated!" This would've been the second unhelpful comment from the Major, as far as Higgs was concerned, though the sight of Schmitty's half furious, half embarrased flushed face made up for it. "Don't you worry, Anne, Gustav and I will be just fine..."

#my writing #writeblr #writing #fluff #oc shipping

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hisredhysteria · 2 years

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Hello dear (♡˙︶˙♡)

Im really busy at the moment I'm not able to write something and your writing always cheers me up <3

I actually have a request which is really platonic. We all know Swindler isn't necessarily a bad person because she got dragged in it by "accident". May I request a small scenario or headcanons about swindler meeting her best friend after she became an akudama and cutthroats reaction to a civilian talking to his red halo?

Thank you 🍈💚

Note: AWW OF COURSE YOU CAN-! I did sort of tailor this to my own perception so it would be easier to write...so in this Swindler's best friend was her friend even before the mission! I may write a scenario in the future where she meets an all new person that she befriends after her Akudama era though since I do really love that idea...!

I made Swindlers headcanon like scenarios & Cutthroat's a short, full written scenario—

Swindler Meeting Her Best Friend Again Post Criminal Era....

She likely knew you prior to getting strapped into a moving circus tent with 6 other clowns—

To note, Swindler is in no way ashamed to admit that she's an Akudama now, but with that being said, she would probably try her hardest to leave the past behind. Nothing would be worse to her than accidentally roping another person into the dangerous schemes of other Akudama...at least from personal experience—

In a sense, this is to protect you as her friend.

That's not to say she doesn’t miss her past life because she misses you more than anything. She'd probably love to spew nonsense for hours about everything that's happened to her with you—

Because you were her best friend, Swindler is almost always wondering what you would do in any situation that is thrown at her. During and after the mission. Eventually this leads her to spiral and wonder how you'd react to meeting her now that she's in some way a bit of a changed person... you'd accept her no matter what she's done, right...? Please say you do..

Not void of her own flaws, she nearly caves and finds a way to seek communication with you more than once. She's probably staking out where she knows you two often went for food together. You know... perhaps you've been doing the same and luck will allow you two to cross paths again..

Although she's careful about it, seeing that she's still a wanted criminal. As such, her hopes of meeting you again grow to be quite low as time passes.

A meeting happens when she least expects it though, a coincidence you could say-!

She finds herself to have dropped a coin from one of her pockets.....all while coming across a box of stray kittens she plans to take home—perfect.

Hearing the coin clink as it drops, she does what any sane person might do by walking away-! Dropped change is bad luck unless she's looking to meet 6 more clowns...

Her heart drops from her chest as she hears your familiar voice call out to her that she's dropped her coin however....great..! Now she has to take it doesn't she..?

Her first reaction is to deepen her own voice as she talks, which only makes her all that much more suspicious..

Swindler first tries to get you to put the coin in her backpack yourself so that you two won’t have to exchange glances for a prolonged period of time.

Awkwardly agreeing, you eventually make a comment about how your old best friend used to love cats....and how taking home a box of stray kittens is exactly something she would do.

At this point, Swindler's dying not to cave, even though she’s been waiting for a moment like this to happen. Maybe dropped change doesn't always have to be bad luck...the first time should have proved that at least a tinge of hope can spark from it-!

When you're just about to walk off for good and Swindler thinks she's in the clear... She makes a last minute decision to call back out and take her chance, asking for your help to get the kittens back to her place.

You turn back around with a smile, saying that you were waiting for her to ask something like that. Apparently Swindlers half-hearted attempts at hiding her identity had gone to no avail anyways... surprisingly so given her name is Swindler now.... perhaps you have a gift to see past her swindling?

...You hadn't been following her into the alleyway though right...? Did you set this trap because you knew she'd pick up the box of kittens..?

As the two of you walk back to Swindler's place with the box of crying kittens, you have a long, long conversation about what Swindlers been up to and where she’s been...

Oh! And the conversation couldn’t have been complete without mentioning how absolutely stunning she looks with short hair!

Cutthroat's reaction to a civilian talking to the red halo

It hadn't previously been there, so when you looked up at the peculiar red ring light shining atop your head, you were alarmed to say the very least.

"W-What is that...!?" You asked, becoming dizzy from how far your head was tilting. Back and forth, side to side, the circular ring didn't attempt to budge. Odd, you took a large step forward and glanced up again. "If you're trying to be my friend, maybe ask for my name first...?" Teasing the cruel circle as it did to you, this situation could only become more strange the longer you stood in that spot. With the idea of a solution finally popping into mind, you knew it was time to outrun the darned thing. Exhilarating to race against your new archenemy, the moment you suddenly began to sprint, someone yelled after you in a hurried plea.

"Wait, wait...!! Where are you going without me..!?"

Again, your day was interrupted by yet another distraction. You weren't giving out handouts, and if this man wanted anything to do with you, he'd be able to collect samples of your shoe prints later.

"I'm in kind of a hurry..." You explained, fighting the urge to simply tell him you already go everywhere without him, so now would really be no different. His eyes focused above your head as he finally started to catch up however, this was when you started to finally clue in on something.

"You see it too, don't you? How embarrassing..." You sighed. "I thought maybe I was dreaming, but..-" Whispering so the ring above you couldn't hear, your hand cupped the side of your mouth like it was a secret to tell this to him.

"It won't stop following me..."

Blinking, the man was puzzled about something for a moment. As if he wanted to gain your confirmation, or maybe win brownie points, he mirrored you by whispering back.

"You mean the pretty red halo...?"

"Halo...? ..Is that what you call it? But it's red." Still whispering, you bit your lip at his suddenly unaware and noisy response.

"Ooh, I get it! So you can see it too...!" Short-lived was his excitement as for a second again, the reality sinking in provoked thought in his eyes. He knew this wasn't normal, though couldn't pinpoint exactly why it happened. "But no one else has ever been able to see it before.. That's strange." He assessed aloud for himself.

Why exactly had you been able to see it...? And why were you whispering like it could hear you..?

Nonetheless, the stranger must not have cared all too badly because he was quick to flash a happy smile once more.

"That must mean you're special..!" Left his lips in a hum. "You're mine now and I won't let you leave my side. I can't wait for you to see it grow~! ..Hm...I wonder if this will change anything when I kill you..."

Special...? Yours!? ...Kill!?!

Those were the only words that really clicked. You didn't quite like the sound of it, at least, not coming from someone who implied they murdered people in their free time. "Uhh, I've got something in the oven at home....maybe we can talk about this later so my house doesn't burn down..." The man didn't seem too bright either way, so a simple lie was sure to do the trick. You must have thought you really did something though, didn't you? Well if so, you wouldn't think that for very long.

"A welcome gift from my new angel...? You put marshmallows in the oven for me already? I'm cominggg~! Wait—! No no no, not again, don't go!"

First the red halo wouldn't stop chasing you, and along with it tagged its partner in crime.

#akudama drive #akudama drive headcanons #I just realized I have a 10-15 page paper due Monday...#and I only have the topic #whoops....#maybe I'll do it...#maybe....#I told my brother I'd rather die than do it and he told me thats always an option...—#so if y'all don't hear from me...#no I'm kidding again #I might not get to requests as fast for the next two weeks...I have some in my drafts that I am working on #but I also have classwork to be doing #so if you see me posting its prewritten or a side piece

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knowlesian · 2 years

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language geek moment: the way ofmd fandom on tumblr is building our own vocabulary to talk about this show in realtime is wild and so very cool.

like obviously i love the muppet thing more than life itself, but “intricate rituals” in particular is never going to leave my izzy vocabulary now!!! ever!!!!

(and yes. he should be pickled.)

#somebody TITLED THEIR FIC AFTER A LINE FROM MY META????#i almost commented like 'hello hi you've made my life' but what if That Makes It Weird #so instead from afar i just made ed-esque heart-eyes and felt fancy and special #SOMETHING I SAID! IN THE GROUNDWATER! THAT IS SO COOL!#the fact that somebody LINKED to it was like what #why? thank you i love you what why how #THIS FANDOM IS DEEPLY COOL #also: since i'm only BARELY pretending i didn't do it #'i never saw a wild thing sorry for itself' is the most izzy shit alive #its funny because yes yes he has #izzy is ALWAYS FEELING SORRY FOR HIMSELF AND NEVER GOING TO THERAPY #pickle that motherfucker tbqh #also i saw someone calling jim and olu the orange halves in the wild away from my post #i almost DIED

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writingsbymarie · 2 years

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Tangled (Harry Styles x reader)

Pairing: Harry Styles x female!reader tangled AU

Word count: 9.4k words (jeez)

A/n: so this is inspired by tangled, but not everything is the same, plus i’d say this goes into darker detail. Also happy valentines day bitches comments and feedback would be great and my requests are currently open so if you any au idea let me know cuz those are my favorite to write :)

Summary: You have magic hair, your mother who isn’t actually your mother is insane, your a touch starved girl who has been trapped in a tower for eighteen years when a handsome man shows up in your tower changing your life forever.

Loneliness would be the best way to describe how you felt most days as you stare from the window of the tower you've spent 18 years in.

“Maybe one day it will be safe enough to leave” you spoke to your black cat Loki who blinked at you before nudging your arm with his head purring in an attempt to cheer you up. You got off of the ledge of the balcony your hair in a braid almost touching the ground. Your whole life you had lived in that tower reading books and learning from them being one of the only things you spent your time doing. That and painting the walls of the tower that was now covered in your paintings. You knew staying there was for your well-being. Your mother warned you of the dangers of the outside world, the vicious animals, and other humans that would tear you apart if you stepped out the door. What else was special about your hair was what it could do for others. It could heal any kind of wound or sickness. Whenever you sang your hair would glow and whatever it touched it would heal. You understood that your powers made you different from others, and people would use you for it, but you were so desperate to leave you’d rather be used for your powers than stay in the tower alone. Your mother was all you had, but she wasn’t always around, leaving for days to get supplies. You always begged her to let you come with but she always said she needed to keep you safe, and the only way to do that was to stay in the tower.

It was almost your nineteenth birthday which was the best day of the year as you got to watch the lanterns float into the sky. You liked to tell yourself that they were for you. That they were your birthday present, but deep down you knew that wasn’t true. You approached your bookshelf grabbing the most recent book your mother had brought home. It was a love story that made your heart yearn for love like that. Books had taught you everything about life from cooking to making clothes, having friends, and love. You lost yourself in love stories as they were your favorite. When you were sixteen you read the first book that taught you about sex. Which then was able to explain the ache between your legs as you read about it.

Your mother didn’t teach you sex ed, she just handed you a book, which explained everything and taught you how to pleasure yourself, which you did often enough as you were stuck in a tower with limits on what you could do.

Just as you started reading your mother walked in greeting you with a hello. You smiled up from the book one of your hands playing with your hair as you anxiously thought of a way to ask her if you could see the lights this year.

“Mother can I ask you something” you started standing up from your chair.

“Of course what is it” she replied grabbing both your hands noticing your serious tone.

“Listen I know its dangerous out there, but I’m about to be nineteen, and I can't stay here for the rest of my life I’m miserable, all I’m asking is for you to take me to the lights for my birthday” you spilled your emotions full causing your mother to frown.

“Y/n you know what's out there you are safe up here, they will use you for your powers” she started, but you interrupted her.

“I don’t care if it's not safe mother, I want to meet people, fall in love, I can’t take spending every day in this tower how could they even know I have powers” you cried out in frustration.

“Y/n do not use that tone with me, you cannot leave this tower and that is final” she snarled making tears start to stream down your face.

“You don’t get it, I feel like I’m drowning all the time, I can’t live like this forever, I’m miserable mom please” you sobbed.

“Honey, I understand, but I can’t lose you and it's horrible out there, every time I go out there for us I risk my life, and I won’t let you just die, I won’t let them use your powers” your mother spoke softly wrapping her arms around your shaking body as you cried into your hands slumping into her as you let out all your sadness.

“I don’t want to live like this” you cried into her arms your breathing erratic.

“You don’t have a choice”

The next morning you woke up to see a note from your mother saying she was going to get you your birthday present and would be back as soon as she could. You sighed your head aching from all the crying your hair a mess. You slipped from your nightgown went into your shower washing yourself and your long hair. Your hair took a ridiculous amount of time to wash, It went down to the back of your knees as you hadn't ever cut it since that would cause the hair to lose its power.

Once you were done washing your body and hair you put on your purple sundress that was a bit fitted on top and then flowed out to your ankles. You then braided your hair and sat down on your chair pulling out your book. You read for what felt like an hour until you heard a noise from outside your window almost like a grunt making your heart stop.

Someone was going to kill you was the first thing that went through your mind. You quickly ran to the kitchen grabbing a frying pan before backing yourself into a corner. Your breathing picked up when you heard footsteps coming from upstairs. You quickly hid behind a chair as the footsteps began to transcend down the stairs. You looked from the side to be met with a young man with brown fluffy hair. He was definitely cute, but you knew he was dangerous so once he turned around you whacked him as hard as you could with the frying pan causing him to immediately fall to the ground with a thud as you went into panic mode.

“Please don’t be dead” you whispered as you bent down feeling his pulse a breath of relief leaving your mouth as you felt his heart still beating. You then grabbed some rope tying his arms together as tight as you could. You then sat down across from him your pan still in hand as you waited anxiously for the man to wake up.

You had no idea how long he was out. When his eyes opened they filled with panic as he scanned the room trying to move his arms, but he stopped thrashing once his green eyes met yours. You were terrified to the point that you were shaking holding up the frying pan.

“What’s going on” he asked slowly watching as you didn’t move a muscle. “listen I’m not opposed to being tied up but not like this” he joked making your eyes widen slightly.

“You came in here trying to kill me so I hit you with a frying pan” you stammered your body filled with fear. You watched his face contort in confusion at your statement.

“I wasn’t trying to kill you, some guys were after me, I saw this tower so I decided to come to hide in it” he tried to explain, but you shook your head.

“My mother says that everyone outside of the tower is bad, and people like you would try to kill me which is why I can’t leave” you explained and he tilted his head even more confused.

“I mean sure there are evil people out there, but not everyone” he started, and you shook your head.

“No, she said its too dangerous out of the tower”

“Love, how long have you been up here,” he asked.

“My whole life” you answered and you watched his eyes widen.

“You have never left this tower, how old are you”

“Eighteen, almost nineteen” you responded slowly lowering the pan as you felt more comfortable. “How old are you,” you asked softly.

“I’m twenty one” he replied in shock wondering why on earth this girl had been raised to think everyone was bad and she could never leave a small tower, but Harry knew he needed to get away, and out no matter how bad he felt for the girl. He was not about to go to jail and possibly get the death penalty for stealing from the king and queen or getting killed by the men he screwed over taking the crown for himself.

“Why are there people after you,” she asked bringing her legs into her chest.

“Remember when I said there are good and bad people, there are some bad people after me that's why I came to hide here, but if they find me they will hurt me so I need you to let me go” he explained and you shook your head.

“No I can’t let you go, I don’t trust you” you tensed rubbing your fingers on your temples.

“I’m Harry” he spoke up, and your eyes met his. “I know you think everyone is bad, but I won’t hurt you”

“I’m Y/n” you responded before standing up to grab some water. You didn’t know what to think, but you knew you needed to ask him about what it was like out there because right now you were beginning to think your mother wasn’t being honest with you. You grabbed an extra glass for Harry and walked towards him.

“You thirsty” he nodded and you tilted the glass of water into his mouth before sitting on the ground across from him Loki came to sit on your lap.

“Is it dangerous outside of this tower?” you asked.

“Well it can be, but it is safe more than it is dangerous, it just depends on where you are” he explained and you scrunched your face in frustration.

“So if I were to leave this tower I would probably be fine,” you asked your blood boiling.

“I mean maybe, but you have no perception of life outside of here so yeah it could be dangerous for you”

“Why are their lights every year on the same day” you then asked and he looked at you funny as the question was unexpected

“They are for a princess that went missing a while back” he explained and you nodded, when suddenly you had an idea.

“I’ll let you go if you take me to the lights” you blurted and his eyes widened.

“I can’t do that”

“Why not”

“Because I don’t have time for that”

“Make time, or you are never leaving and I guarantee you don’t want to be here when my mother gets home” you need him to say yes because he was right, you had no idea how to be outside of this tower, and leaving alone would be a death wish, but maybe with him you could go see the lights and prove to your mother that you can be outside of the tower, and just maybe she would trust you to leave the tower.

Harry felt his body tense up knowing that the risk of him getting caught would exponentially grow if he went anywhere near the kingdom again, but he also didn’t have a death wish and from the sounds of it your mother was borderline insane.

“Fine” he huffed, and she squealed untying him.

“If you try anything I will hit you with the pan again” she spoke, and he smirked.

“Trust me I believe you, and you have a mean arm my head still hurts” he laughed and you frowned feeling slightly bad for whacking him so hard.

“We should leave right now before my mom gets back” you suggested and he nodded. “How do we get down”

“We climb, but don’t worry I’ll help you okay” he smiled as you walked towards the window. You put your feet out taking a deep breath before turning and grabbing onto a vine slowly lowering yourself down. You couldn’t believe you were doing this right now. Once you were to the bottom you let go of your feet hitting the soft grass below. You looked around taking it all in a smile appearing on your face as Harry dropped next to you.

“I’m out” you laughed before taking off to run breathing in the fresh air before spinning before falling to the ground looking up at the clouds. You then closed your eyes letting the heat of the sun warm your body.

“You done” he asked raising an eyebrow. You opened your eyes looking up to see the gorgeous man smiling, and you just laughed shooting up throwing your arms around him. You felt his body tense up as you snuggled into his neck taking in his scent, and the warmth of his body against yours.

“Thank you Harry” you whispered into the hug and Harry felt his heart swell slightly. You pulled away from him still smiling ear to ear, and Harry couldn’t help but think you were beautiful. When he smiled back and you felt your cheeks heat up. He was extremely handsome like the boys you saw in the pictures in your books. The way one curl fell onto his forehead had your knees weak, and his smile just about killed you.

“Lead the way” you blurted out breaking the eye contact that was making you feel a slight ache between your thighs. You knew that you were touch starved, but you wanted to kiss him, and you wanted him to touch you everywhere. You may be a virgin, but you definitely knew all there was to sex because you had read so much about it. It was a guilty pleasure that you don’t regret one bit, and you were now thinking that aside mission to seeing the lights would be to get this man to sleep with you because you weren’t sure you would get an opportunity like this ever again.

Harry began to walk, and you followed behind him as you felt the adrenaline rush leave your body turning to panic. You suddenly stopped the tower nowhere in sight and you felt tears begin to sting your ears. Harry turned around noticing you had stopped his eyes filling with concern.

You walked towards a rock sitting down.

“Hey what's wrong” Harry pried grabbing your hand in his.

“My mother is going to hate me” you choked out.

“Y/n listen, your mother has no right to keep you locked away in a tower for your whole life, you are an adult, and you deserve to make your own choices”

“But what if I made a bad choice” you looked at him.

“Do you want to go back?” he asked softly. You turned from him looking at your surroundings. Did you want to go back?

“No” the answer came out before you could even process what you were saying.

“Can we keep going” he squeezed your hand and you nodded, but this time he kept his hand locked with yours and you began walking through the thick woods.

“Where are we going” you questioned and he turned his head to face you.

“Depends, we can go straight for the kingdom or I could show you what you should be doing as a nineteen-year-old” you looked at him tilting your head.

“What should I be doing at this age exactly” you questioned.

“Have you ever heard of a pub” he inquired?

“Like one that serves alcohol”

“Would you want to do that, you don’t have to, but we can”

“I want to, I’ve drunk alcohol by the way my mom lets me drink on special occasions”

“Have you been drunk before”

“Yep, sometimes I drink when my mom's gone, makes things interesting ya know” you laughed.

“So you're not as innocent as you seem” he smirked.

“You should see what I’ve read” you winked giggling as shock crossed his face at your comment. “Now let's go get drunk”

The pub had only been about an hour's walk away, and by the time you got there, the sun had just gone down. You watched Harry approach a tree quickly ripping a paper from it crumpling it up before leading you into the pub. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion wondering what had been on the paper, but the second you entered the pub you could care less. When you walked in music was playing, and people were laughing and dancing. You smiled as you scanned the building. Harry grabbed your hand leading you to the bar area.

“Harry Styles what do I owe the pleasure,” said a blonde man with a thick accent and a bright smile.

“Keep it down Niall” he grumbled.

“Not my fault you enjoy doing illegal” Niall started but Harry cut him off.

“How about some drinks for my friend and I”

“Who might this pretty lady be” Niall turned to you flashing a smile.

“Y/n” you held out your hand to shake his. His grip on your hand was firm and his hand radiated warmth.

“So what brings you here,” Niall asked, and you felt your body tense up not exactly knowing how to answer.

“Her mom's insane locked her in a tower her whole life, and now I’m showing her a good time” Harry took over and Niall looked at him with a strange look.

“Seriously” he narrowed his eyebrows.

“She's not that crazy she just wanted to keep me safe” you replied and Niall let out a breath.

“Y/n no person locks their kid in a tower for their whole life because they are too paranoid, your mother has some issues no offense” Harry spoke. His words should have upset you as he shouldn’t be speaking about you mother that way, but you knew he had a point so you shut your mouth.

“Well you've got a lot of life to catch up on so here's a drink” Niall handed you a cup, and you downed the liquid it burning your throat. Harry looked at you with wide eyes.

“As he said I’ve got a life to catch up on” you shrugged.

“Okay but let's not get so drunk we can’t walk alright” Harry gave you two thumbs up and a smile and you rolled your eyes.

“Another” you put the glass down and Niall nodded filling it up again this time you took a seat deciding to take your time with the drink as the first one was beginning to hit you. You turned your body looking at the dance floor and the band playing instruments to an upbeat tune. “Dance with me” you breathed to Harry.

“I don’t dance darling” he chuckled.

“Well you’re dancing today” you smiled as you took his hand dragging him to the middle fo the dance floor as you jumped and swayed with the people around you Harry just standing there awkwardly causing you to laugh. You then wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you, and he started to sway slightly looking down at his feet.

“So Harry tell me about yourself” you asked wanting to know more about the mystery man you decided to risk your life with.

“What do you wanna know”

“Anyhting like your favorite color, your family, where you live, stuff like that” you swayed playing with the ends of his hair.

“Well my favorite color is blue, my dad left when I was young, my mom and sister live far from here, and I don't really live anywhere I just float I guess”

“You don’t have a home” you frowned.

“Nope” he shrugged.

“So you’re all alone”

“Well that's a depressing way to put it but yeah I guess” he sighed, and you felt your heart ache for him, but you also related to him. You felt alone too.

“Well guess what you’re not alone cause now you have me” you fell forwards placing your head on his chest. Harry felt his stomach erupt with butterflies at your words.

You then separate from his chest using his hand to twirl yourself before crashing back into his body his hands falling to your hips making your body feel as if it was on fire. “Can I ask you something, and you can say no” you spoke into his ear softly.

“Ask away” he smiled.

“Can you kiss me” you blurted, and you swore Harry stopped breathing for a moment.

“What” he stared down at you.

“Look I’m a touch starved girl who has never been kissed, and you are super cute and I want to kiss you” you admitted, and then Harry smirked.

“You think I’m cute” he joked and your cheeks heated up.

“Sorry it was a stupid-” you were cut off by Harry connecting his lips to yours softly. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the heat of his palms radiate across your cheeks. His hands wrapped around your lower back pulling you closer to him, and your hands gripped the material of his shirt your stomach filled with butterflies. The kiss was slow and his lips were soft and gentle against yours. You weren’t exactly sure what you were doing, but moving your lips against his felt insanely good, and you never wanted to stop. You felt yourself begin to relax moving your hands to wrap around his neck. As you began to get the hang of the kiss it became more heated his tongue swiping your lower lips before slipping inside of your mouth his tongue meeting yours causing a small moan to leave your throat. Your lips then parted from his, your breath heavy as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“How was that” he tilted his head to place small kisses along your jaw causing your eyes to close.

“Amazing” you sighed as his lips met your neck causing heat to go straight to your core making your thighs clench the ache between your legs more intense than it had ever been. Just as your lips were about to meet you heard the door of the pub swing open causing Harry to curse.

“Shit we need to go” he cursed grabbing your hand and whipping you towards the back of the pub. Harry looked around before opening up a cabinet which turned out to not contain food but a tunnel. He ushered you in and then you gripped your hand, as the two of you ran through the tunnel.

“Harry what's going on” you demanded in a panic.

“Remember the people chasing me, they are in the pub” he explained and you felt your heart drop.

“Were gonna die” you panicked stopping in your tracks.

“No, we aren’t as long as you stop panicking and run” he squeezed your hand in comfort as the two of you increased your speed. The end of the tunnel led to a small pool of water. “I’m assuming you can’t swim, but you’re going to have to try,” he said before jumping in the water dragging you in with him as you let out a high-pitched yelped as your skin hit the ice-cold water.

“We need to swim under to get out and be in the river so we can escape I’ll be with you the whole time okay I won’t let go of you I promise” Harry spoke his face mere inches from yours as you shivered.

“Harry I can’t swim” your teeth chattered as you heard voices from the tunnel.

“You can do it, I know you're scared but I’ll be with you the whole time” Harry held your cheeks making you look at him, and you nodded. The two of you took a deep breath and Harry dragged you forwards through the water. You kicked your legs as your lungs began to sting in need of oxygen. Harry then pulled you up and gasped for air coughing as the two of you began floating down the river. Harry pulled your body close to his as he dragged the two of you to the side of the river. He pulled himself out as you gripped the ground for dear life your body in shock. Harry then grabbed your hands helping you out of the water. Harry pulled you into his body as you shivered your body soaked your dress heavily.

“You okay,” he asked softly and you nodded into his chest before looking up at him. His hair was flopped onto his forehead the strands dripping water. His white shirt under his vest became see-through as it clung to his skin revealing the tattoos scatter along his arm. “We have to keep moving can you do that”

“Yeah let's go”

After about 20 minutes of walking, Harry had the two of you stop to rest.

“You need to get some rest, I’ll go get some firewood and start a fire okay”

“Please don’t leave me” you whimpered grabbing his hands. You still weren’t sure if you trusted him and you were scared if he left he would never come back.

“I promise I won’t be far, but your freezing I need to start a fire”

“Don’t take long okay” you released his hand bringing them close to your body.

“I’ll be back before you know it” he assured before walking away leaving you alone leaning up against a rock your legs in your chest rocking yourself slightly. Although you were terrified this had been the best day of your life. You never wanted to go back to the tower. You slowly shut your eyes when suddenly you felt two hands shaking your shoulder. You smiled thinking it was Harry but your eyes widened when you saw your mother's angry eyes meet yours.

“We are going home right now” your mother gritted through her teeth pulling you onto your feet dragging you forwards.

“No” you whipped your arm from her grip backing away from her.

“Excuse me” your mother seethed.

“I’m not going home, I’m going to see the lights” you stood your ground crossing your arms.

“With that boy” your mother questioned.

“His name is Harry, and he is keeping me safe” you explained and your mother shook her head.

“Oh my sweet naive girl, he’s using you and he’s going to break your heart” she laughed sending chills down your spine.

“No he’s not, I’m not going back I’m an adult and you can’t control me” you raised your voice.

“When he betrays you, and you're all alone don’t come crying back to me, I warned you Y/n I kept you safe all these years and this is how you repay me”

“I never asked you to keep me locked in a tower my whole life” you hissed.

“Don’t come back to me when he leaves you in the dust because that's on you darling, but your right I can’t force you, you obviously don't care about your mother who raised you, fed you, loved you, but I’ll leave you to it” she hissed stalking forwards causing you to stumble backward.

“I’m not going back” you spat before turning on your heel to go back to the campsite tears falling down your face. You didn’t want Harry to know what happened so you took multiple deep breaths wiping the tears from your eyes as you heard rustling from the bushes to reveal Harry carrying multiple logs. You smiled at him as he placed the wood on the ground igniting the fire with precision before taking a seat next to you. You then looked down at Harry's hand to see a deep cut.

“What happened to your hand” you gasped inspecting the wound.

“I cut it on something in the woods I’m okay though” he assured but you shook your head.

“Listen I know this might sound crazy, but I can fix that” you spoke, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“What” he questioned.

“Look I know I didn’t tell you, which I did for a reason because it's not normal, and its definitely crazy, but my hair is well” you started not knowing how to explain it. “Magic” you finished your voice cracking a bit.

“Magic”?

“Yeah” you replied unsure of how to explain that when you sing your hair can heal things.

“Okay I’m glad I got you out of that tower because I think your mom's crazy rubbed off on you” Harry laughed but your face stayed serious.

“I’m serious Harry”

“Yeah okay,” he rolled his eyes leaving back onto the rock behind him.

“Give me your hand” you demanded and Harry hesitantly put his hand in yours. You took a thick strand of your hair and wrapped it around his hand ignoring the crazy look you were receiving from him, but the look was quickly wiped from his face as you began to hum your hair glowing around his hand. His eyes lit up with awe and bewilderment as you stopped unraveling your hair from his hand to reveal the wound to be gone.

“How did you do that” he examined his hand.

“I don’t know it just does that” you shrugged. “The other reason my mother never wants me to leave is that she thinks people would use me for my hair and turn me into a science experiment”

“I understand that, but as long as you don't go telling everyone you meet you have,magic hair i think you’d be fine”

“Thats what I tried to tell her but she stood her ground” you shrugged Harrys yes scanning your hair in confusion and amazement.

“That's insane, but also amazing” he stuttered looking at you with soft eyes causing you to look down at your hands as his look made you feel dizzy. You felt his fingers under your chin as he tilted your head up so you would look at him. You turned your head towards him shyly nervous to meet his eyes. “You are the most interesting and beautiful girl I have ever met” you felt your heart flutter heat consuming your body trying to speak, but no words came from your mouth as your eyes flickered from his to his lips. You wanted to kiss him again and you had no idea how to respond to his words you closed the gap between the two of you slamming your lips on his your hands in his hair. He moved his lips against yours his hands shooting to your hips squeezing them slightly. Your hands threaded through his damp hair that was still wet from the river pulling his face as close as you could to yours. Your lips moved against each other fast and full of lust. You felt Harry grip your hips lifting you from the ground onto his pulling you close into his body.

Your body was on fire as you felt Harry's hands slip to your bottom squeezing it causing you to moan into the kiss. The ache between your legs was unbearable. You felt your hips move against him the friction of your heat against his pants causing you to whimper your head falling from the kiss into his shoulder the feeling overwhelming. Harry gripped your hips making you grind against his growing bulge causing him to groan burying his head into your neck sucking and biting causing your head to tilt back as you continued to move your hips. It felt euphoric as his hard length rubbed your clit that you never wanted to stop.

Harry pulled your head back to his connecting your lips his tongue meeting yours immediately as he picked you up gently placing you on the ground crawling on top of you his thigh between your legs. He disconnected his lips from yours, grinding himself against your core causing you to cry out gripping his back.

“We should stop” he breathed into your neck.

“I don’t want to stop” you whimpered as his hard length pressed against your clit.

“You’ve been locked up in a castle your whole life I don’t want to take advantage of you” he closed his eyes resting his forehead on your stopping his movements causing you to whimper the ache between your legs almost unbearable.

“Harry, I have read so much about sex, I’m not some dumb naive girl who doesn’t know what I’m doing” you spoke and Harry buried his head into your neck. “If you don’t touch me I think I might die”

“Are you sure you want this Y/n” he pulled his head from your neck looking into your eyes his green ones almost black.

“Harry I want you” you whispered and Harry groaned at your words. You reached your hands to the button of his vest pushing it off. You then helped him remove his shirt revealing his tattooed body. You stared in awe running your finger along with the butterfly in the middle of his chest. Harry then removed himself from the top of you and grabbed your hands helping you stand up. He pulled you into his body for a short kiss his fingers going to untie the corset of your dress. Once it was loose you let it slip down your body leaving you in your panties. Harry lightly touched your exposed skin his hand running down your arm his eyes on your breasts. He then dragged his hand from your lower stomach up to your breasts before moving his head down to take your breast into his mouth causing you to cry out. Harry released his mouth from you with a pop before leading you back to the ground on top of him.

You moved your lips to his grinding your aching core on his hard length causing you to whimper at the friction of your panties on your clit.

“Can I touch you?” he asked his fingers playing with the hem of your panties.

“If you don’t I’ll touch myself” Harry groaned before flipping you over causing you to gasp. He then slowly peeled your panties down your legs his mouth watering as he got a glimpse of your wet core.

“Fucking hell” he breathed as his middle finger ran down your slit collecting some of your wetness bringing it to his mouth for a taste. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted your sweet juices. “You taste divine,” he said before kissing your lips his finger moving to your throbbing clit.

“Have you touched yourself before?” he asked rubbing your clit in slow circles teasingly.

“I thought I made it clear I’m not as innocent as you seem to think” you moaned out as he pressed slightly harder.

“I need to get you ready for me, can I put my fingers in” he dragged his lips against your jaw.

“Please” you whined bucking your hips desperate for some kind of friction. You moaned when you felt a finger enter your hole making a come hither motion his finger reaching deeper than yours ever could. You felt him insert another finger stretching you out making you grip his shoulders feeling him smile into your neck. He began moving his fingers in and out. He started slowly your hips grinding into his fingers desperate for the release that was building in your stomach.

“Faster Harry” you breathed, and he picked up the pace moving his fingers in and out at a pace that had your toes curling as you let out incoherent sentences and his name over and over as the knot in your stomach felt as if it was going to explode.

“Are you close” Harry whispered into your ear his fingers somehow moving faster causing you to scream his name and he laughed into lips.

“I’m going to cum” you moaned your hips thrashing against his fingers as the knot exploded whimpers and cries leaving your mouth as he continued moving his fingers to take you through your high. He didn’t stop until you grabbed his wrist slumping into the ground your heart racing and your breath heavy. Harry pulled his fingers from your heat bringing them to his mouth sucking them clean before kissing your lips. You lazily kissed him back wrapping your arms around his neck as your body came down from the best orgasm you had ever had. You were exhausted bu you refused to be done. You wanted him inside you. You then moved your hands to his belt fumbling with the buckle.

“Are you sure you want to, we can stop now” Harry assured but you shook your head.

“I need you inside of me please” you begged shoving his pants down his legs. You then grabbed his boxers and he helped you take them off his hard length hitting his stomach Harry let out a sigh as you wrapped your small hand around his large length. You werent expecting him to be this big. You swiped your thumb along the slit touching the pre cum that was leaking from the tip causing harry to buck himself into your hands.

“Just go slow okay” you suggested and he nodded taking his member into his hands rubbing it along your slit the both of you moaning out with pleasure.

“If you need me to stop just tell me and I will” you nodded and he slowly inserted the tip stretching you out, even more, causing you to cry out in pleasure and pain as he slowly moved into you filling you up until he was all the way in. You felt so full gripping Harry's back as you adjusted to his size.

“You are so tight I could come just from this” he moaned out causing you to giggle.

“You can move now just slow,” you told him and he nodded before slowly pulling out then moving back in moaning from the feeling of your wet walls squeezing him. He continued to move his pace staying slow as you bit his shoulder to stop your moans. “You can go faster it feels so good” Harry moaned pushing into faster and harder leaving you whimpering sounds leaving your mouth with no control.

“God you feel so go baby please tell me you're getting close” he kissed your neck his pace growing more erratic.

“Just don’t stop Harry” you mewled as his hand shot down to start rubbing your clit your body jumping slightly at the stimulation. With the fast circles on your clit and the brutal pace of his thrusts you felt the knot in your stomach tightening quickly your hands flying to his hair pulling his making him groan.

“Please cum I can feel how close you are, I need to feel you come around me” Harry begged his climax coming on faster than he would like. You clenched around him his words sending you into your orgasm your legs shaking and nails scratching down his back as you screamed his name. He kept moving in you until your release was over pulling out using his hand to quickly jerk himself off before his eyes rolled back his muscles went tense and the white string of his cum landed on your stomach as Harry moaned out your name before collapsing forward catching himself with his hands. “Holy shit” he breathed into your neck and you let out a breathy laugh before he flopped down next to you. The two of you laid there for a moment in silence staring at the stars until Harry stood up grabbing a handkerchief from his pants pocket cleaning his cum off your stomach.

“Thank you” you breathed out feeling euphoric.

“Anytime” he smirked grabbing your hands to help you up. Your legs were a bit wobbly but you used harry to help yourself stand feeling a bit sore between your legs. You then bent down grabbing your panties slipping them back on while Harry put his clothes back on. You then stepped in your dress pulling it up your body. You then felt Harry's body press against yours from behind kissing your shoulder. You leaned back into his touch closing your eyes. You felt him loosely tie the corset. He then sat down against the rock and you took a seat right next to him his arms pulling you into his chest. You closed your eyes quickly falling to sleep in his warm arms listening to the sound of his soft breath.

The next morning you woke up with your head in Harry's lap feeling his fingers brushing through your hair softly. You slowly sat up and Harry smiled before kissing your lips softly. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away your body sore needing to stretch and move. You slowly stood up the ache between your legs very much prevalent, but you didn’t care.

“Let's get you to the castle to see those lights” he smiled lacing your fingers leading you towards the kingdom.

The two of you walked for hours your feet aching. When you finally arrived you stared in awe at the castle. The village was beautiful. Harry kept his head down as you crossed the bridge to enter the kingdom.

“Oh my god Harry this place is amazing” you exclaimed leading him into the main part of town practically skipping with joy. Harry smiled watching your excitement making his heart swell. You were the sweetest person he had ever met, and your happiness managed to rub off on him as your smile caused him to get butterflies. Which slightly terrified him as he had never felt a way towards a woman. He was so used to screwing girls for one night and never seeing them again but her. He never wanted to leave her. Your hair flowed as made your way through the village when three small children stopped you staring at your hair.

“Can we do your hair?” a little girl asked her eyes large.

“Of course” you giggled, and the kids got to work braiding and putting flowers all through your hair. “It’s beautiful” you smiled at the beaming children who were jumping with excitement. You then returned to Harry who had just as big of a smile as you. After exploring the town the sun began to go down and Harry led you to the lake where the lanterns would be. The two of you ducked past the person watching the area with laughter before jumping into the small canoe. Once you were both seated Harry pushed off the deck and used the paddle to take you out to the middle of the lake. As you paddled out lanterns began lighting up the sky floating into the air your eyes wide not wanting to blink taking in everything around you.

“It's more beautiful than I ever imagined” you felt tears begin to prick your eyes not from sadness but from joy.

“Hey Y/n what's wrong” he shifted towards you placing his right hand on your left cheek using his thumb to wipe the tear falling down your face.

“Nothing wrong Harry” you assured him placing your hand on his cheeks looking into his eyes that were full of concern.

“But why are you crying” Harry searched your glossy eyes.

“They're happy tears, every year for my whole life every birthday I would watch the lanterns praying that one day I would be here and now I am, and I have never been happier” Harry’s concern left at her explanation and he felt his eyes fill with tears. He had spent his whole life running, fucking random girls, stealing from people, and for the first time in his life he felt like he had a home with her, and he never wanted to let go. Harry Leaned in pressing their lips together caressing her cheek. She moved her lips against his slowly, and sull of passion. You could taste your tears in the kiss before breaking apart resting your forehead against his before wrapping your arms around him burying your face into his should holding him close as you never wanted to let go. Harry placed his hand on her back rubbing patterns until his heart dropped as he saw the men looking for him outside of the lake. He knew there was no escape this time, and he knew the second you found out he lied to you from the beginning you would hate him. He pulled you from the hug his eyes filled will sorrow swelling up with tears.

“Is everything okay?” you asked him feeling the energy in the room turn from happiness to something that made your stomach clench with anxiety.

“Listen what ever happens just know that I care about you, i’ve spent my whole life running from my feelings and my problems being alone was what i was good at, but now I don’t know how you did it but for the first time I feel like I want to stop running and never leave” Harry confessed as the boat neared the pier of the lake.

“Harry-” you started but were cut off by two large men.

“You’re coming with us Harry the chase is over” one of the men spoke and Harry nodded.

“Harry what's going on, he didn’t do anything why are you doing this” you panicked your heart racing.

“Your little boyfriend here is wanted for stealing from the king and queen, and well from us” the man grabbed Harry yanking him towards him. “We were in it together Harry, but you were selfish wanted it for yourself, well now we will turn you in and get the reward”

“What” your heart sank as everything he told had been a lie. He was one of the bad men. He wasn’t being chased by the bad guys he was a criminal and he used you.

“Y/n It's not what-” he started

“It's not what it looks like” you gawked at his response. “You lied to me, and you used me to get away with whatever crime you committed by manipulating me” you were so angry all you saw was red. You trusted him and just like your mother said he betrayed you, and now she hated you and you had no one. “I should have listened to my mother” you tried to walk away but one of the men grabbed you. Wrapping your hands in rope tying you to a tree before walking away with Harry leaving you helpless and alone. You could hear Harry begging them to not harm you, to let you go as tears began to flood your eyes as you collapsed to the ground.

“Y/n” you heard from the bushes your heart fluttering.

“Mother” you cried out.

“I heard them attack you oh sweetheart let's get you out of here” she untied the rope around your wrist. Before following your mother you looked into the distance seeing the men dragging Harry towards the castle. Your heart broke and you ran into your mother's arms sobbing your body falling into hers and you sobbed apologies just wanting your mother.

The way back to the tower was dismal and horrible. You didn’t utter a word as she led you up the stairs back into the tower locking the door. Loki came running towards you jumped into your arms. You carried him to your bed flopping down covering yourself as tears began to fall from your eyes once again. You knew that you had just met Harry but you fell in love with him. You read a lot on true love, and you were skeptical but now you believed it. You spent two days with him and you fell so madly in love with him and he had lied to you and used you just like your other said he would. You closed your eyes trying to find peace with sleep but it failed. You were terrified of what would happen to him. Your mother had left the house once more to get fresh water. You grabbed the small hanker chief with a sun you had gotten from the village looking at it. It looked oddly familiar, it had also been on all the lanterns. You gazed around the tower your eyes crossing over your painting when it hit you. That same sun is painted in multiple designs all across your home. You squeezed your eyes shut a memory you locked away coming to full sight.

You were a baby you looked up from your crib to see a man and woman wearing crowns on their head, and it hit you. You felt yourself stumble your hand reaching for your head as you winced your head aching.

You were the lost princess. It all made sense, the lanterns on your birthday, the suns painted all over the walls from your childhood. Your mother wasn't your mother she was the one who took and she was the one using you for your powers. You felt sick to your stomach you ran to the sink vomiting and coughing. You felt as if you would pass out. Your whole life was a lie. You felt your chest get tight as you gasped for air panic filling your body. Your head was spinning as you hyperventilated as tears fell to the floor. You felt numb your limbs tingling as you failed to catch your breath. You dug your fingernails into your palm begging yourself to calm down. You began counting your breaths finally slowing them as your mother walked through the door making you jump.

“Sweetheart what’s wr-”

“How could you” you sobbed. “You lied to me telling me that the outside world would use me for my powers, but that's what you're doing. It was all you, you kidnapped and brainwashed me”

“What are you talking about” she scoffed.

“I’m the lost princess stop lying to me” you screamed.

“Oh, sweetheart I really wish you didn’t figure that out” her smile was evil as she approached you.

“Get away from me” you cried backing into the corner.

“You have nowhere to go, you think that boy will come to save you” she laughed shaking her head. She looked mad and you were terrified of the person you had loved. “He won’t ever be coming back because he won’t be alive much longer”

“What are you talking about, what did you do to him” you pushed off the wall with anger and concern.

“He’s a thief and death is the consequence especially for what he stole” she taunted, and your heart sank.

“No, no, no he can’t die” you ran from the door, but she stopped you.

“You aren’t leaving ever again” she gritted through her teeth before gripping your arm tight enough to leave bruises throwing you onto your bed. “You need sleep, so get some rest” she replied calmly before walking to her bed. You stared in shock your heart pounding your emotions haywire. You felt dizzy and nauseous as panic filled your body again but this time everything went black.

When you woke up you moved your legs hearing a jangling sound. You shot up to see you were chained to the floor, a cuff wrapped around your left ankle.

“You can’t do this” you cried pulling on the chain.

“I can and I will so eat up darling” she smiled.

“No I will not eat anything, you will never get me to use my hair again I will never do what you want me to do” you yelled as you shoved her away from you causing her to crash into your mirror. It shattered pieces scattered over the floor.

“Fine have it your way” she seethed grabbing a cloth wrapping it around your mouth to stop you from speaking.

“Y/n” you heard a yell from outside the tower causing your heart to drop. It was Harry. “Y/n please tell me your okay” you tried to yell through the cloth but it wasn’t nearly loud enough. You knew that he started to climb and when your mother pulled out her knife hiding into the shadows you knew what she was going to do. Harry climbed through the window as you screamed through the cloth trying to warn him but it was too late. She came behind him shoving the knife into his back causing Harry to yelp in pain before falling to the floor as you screamed tears streaming down your face. It felt as if everything was moving in slow motion. The way Harry hit the floor caused you to wince.

“Look what you made me do this is your fault Y/n, and now you have to live with the consequences of not doing what I tell you” she hissed as you collapsed to the ground in defeat. You felt hopeless wondering how everything could have gone so wrong so fast. She kneeled down pealing the cloth from your face.

“I hate you” you shouted sobs leaving your mouth.

“I will never stop trying to get away from you, but I will leave with you and do what you say if you let me save him” you pleaded. You couldn’t let him die you needed to save him and if that meant spending the rest of your life doing what this woman said then that was what you would do.

“Y/n no” Harry groaned and you looked at him.

“I can’t let you die” you whimpered. Your mother looked at you before releasing you from the chain.

“Deal” you stumbled to Harry grabbing your hair and placing it around his wound. Your hands were shaking your hair and your hands red with his blood.

“Y/n don’t do this” he whispered but you just shook your head.

“It's okay Harry everything is going to be fine I promise” you smiled through your tears slightly trying to ease his pain. You took a deep breath to begin singing when Harry's arm suddenly launched from the ground slicing your hair causing your mother to cry out. You watched as the hair fell to the floor in shock as your natural hair color turned black. You watched as your mother fell to the ground her skin wrinkling her body withering away until she stopped moving.

“Oh my god Harry no why did you do that” you cried. “I can still fix this I can” you started to sing through your sobs, but it was no use. You fell into his arms your face crying into his shoulder. “This is all my fault”

“Hey, look at me this isn’t your fault, you are going to be okay” Harry smiled tears running down his cheeks his hand caressing your cheek bringing your forehead to his. “You are the only person who ever made me feel like I was home”

“Please don’t leave me Harry” you begged to try to catch your breath as you panicked. As you felt his body go limp his head fell backward. “Harry please wake up” you sobbed your head falling into his chest as he laid completely still in a pool of his blood. Your hands were covered in blood you quickly wiped them on your dress. “Harry you’re going to be okay you just have to wake up okay, please just open your eyes” your tears fell onto his body as you lay against his chest hyperventilating gripping onto his shirt for dear life. You couldn’t save him and he was dead because of you. You continued to cry until you felt his chest move. You quickly shot up looking down to see your tears traveling towards the wound sealing it. You watched as his chest rose once again before he shot up. You felt your heart stop for a moment before launching yourself on top of him engulfing him into a hug.

“How did you-” he started into the hug confused at how he was even alive.

“I think I have magic tears” you laughed the feeling of happiness finally filling your body again.

“God you are amazing” he breathed before connecting his lips to yours pulling you as close as possible.

“Now we get to live happily ever after”

A/n: that took me so long to write and this is definitely my longest fic lmafooooo

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