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liliacamethyst · 1 year

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Web of Secrets - Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara x SpiderSun Reader

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warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine, smut

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

In your universe, you are known as the Sun Spider. It all started on a school field trip to a solar energy research center, where you were accidentally exposed to a spider that had been subjected to intense solar radiation. You woke up with a white-hot surge of power, and your life changed forever. You donned a suit of pure white, taking the name that reflected both your newfound abilities and the brightness you brought into the world: Spider-Sun.

Your ability to harness solar energy and transform it into powerful blasts or create protective shields made you a formidable superhero in your home city, Nea Yorkey. Your ability to bring light to even the darkest corners of your city earned you the love of its citizens.

However, everything changed when you were suddenly pulled into the Spider-Verse.

Upon arriving, you were greeted by the gruff leader of this interdimensional team of Spider-People, Miguel O'Hara. His reputation preceded him - the genius intellect, the imposing figure, the gruff demeanor. Everyone respected him, and some even feared him. You, on the other hand, were drawn to him. There was something about that guarded demeanor that called to your own sunny nature.

You became an integral part of the team, fighting off anomalies and working hard to maintain the balance in the Spider-Verse. And despite Miguel's stern exterior, you felt yourself falling for him.

One mission was particularly rough, and you found yourself alone with Miguel in a safe house, nursing your wounds. His usually stern face softened as he tended to your injuries. The distance that he usually maintained was nowhere to be seen.

"Thank you, Miguel," you whispered.

He looked at you, his usually hard eyes soft. "You fought well, mi sol."

There was a moment of silence, a strange tension hanging in the air. Then, Miguel leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was filled with unexpected passion.

In that moment, you were not the Sun Spider, and he was not the Spider-Man 2099. You were just two people, seeking solace in each other.

Afterwards, as you laid side by side, Miguel turned to you, a serious look on his face. "This...this can't be more than what it is. Just...you know, stress relief," he muttered, his voice just above a whisper.

His words wounded you. Naturally, they did. He had reduced your relationship to mere stress relief, as if you were some object devoid of feelings. Yet, in spite of it all, you fell for him. Perhaps you were naive, even foolish, but you didn't care. You yearned for him and were ready to accept any fraction of affection he was willing to offer, no matter how small.

During the day, as you fought alongside him against the anomalies threatening the Spider-Verse, his attention toward you was sparse. He mostly shared only necessary information, barely making eye contact. Sometimes he didn't speak at all, and you and the rest of the team would receive mission orders and briefings from Lyla, his AI assistant.

But at night, when the two of you were alone, he became a different person. He'd whisper praises into your ear, telling you how exceptionally you fought, how much he desired you. He showed you his hidden vulnerability under the cover of darkness, the sheets their only witness. He'd gently stroke your hair and peppered your jaw and temple with kisses until you fell asleep, only for you to wake up the next morning to an empty, cold spot where he once lay.

This cycle - his coldness by day, and the fervor by night - repeated itself relentlessly for months.

And so, this is how you find yourself: disoriented, frenzied, and on the verge of tears, seated on the couch of your best friend, Peter B. Parker, in Earth-616. Cradled in your arms is his sweet daughter, Mayday, who, with her innocent touch, tries to console you. Yet her wide eyes dart anxiously to her father, reflecting her own alarm at your distress.

Peter rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we should wait until MJ gets home?" he suggests, then, with a furrowed brow, he asks, “Have you tried talking to Jess about this?”

You shake your head vigorously. "No, I haven't told anyone. I have no idea what to do," you confess, your voice breaking.

Peter, ever the caring friend, gently takes Mayday from your arms and sets her down. He turns back to face you with a sympathetic gaze. “Do you..eh.. know who the father is?” he inquires softly.

You shake your head again, even though deep down, you know the truth. “The father is out of the picture. He doesn’t know, and he never will because he doesn’t want kids,” you whisper, fighting back tears.

As you and Peter sit down on the couch in his cozy living room, you find a sense of comfort being around him. His experience as both a superhero and a parent seems like it could be a beacon in this storm you're facing. The room is quiet, save for the soft ticking of a clock on the wall.

“You know, Peter,” you begin, your voice almost a whisper. “I’m terrified. What if the baby has powers? How am I going to protect them, especially if...if I can’t stop fighting anomalies?”

Peter looks thoughtful. “That’s a valid concern. First, you should know that you don’t have to do this alone. There’s a whole community of us, and we stick together. If the child does have powers, she or he will be badass like Mayday, right?”

You nod slowly but then anxieties pile on top of each other in your mind. “But... how can I hide this? Nobody and I mean nobody is supposed to know that I’m pregnant. Especially not...” You trail off, not finishing the sentence.

Peter rubs his chin, deep in thought. “We could look into modifying your suit, maybe talk to some tech geniuses in the Spider-Verse about creating something that can shield or conceal the pregnancy.”

You roll your eyes. “That kinda defies the ‘nobody is allowed to know ‘ordeal, Peter. You have to promise me that this stays between us.”

“I promise,” Peter says sincerely.

Silence fills the room again, and then you voice another fear. “Peter, what if...what if I’m not a good mother? What if I mess this up?”

Peter smiles warmly. “You know, I had those same fears when Mayday was born. I think it’s normal for any parent. But, take it from me, the fact that you’re worried about being a good parent means you’re already on the right track. You’ve got a good heart. Trust it.”

You look down at your hands, fingers interlaced. “Thank you, Peter. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” he says with a reassuring smile. “We’re family, in this weird, Spider-Verse kind of way. But maybe… and I am sayig this as a father myself… reconsider telling the father. I can’t imagine any guy wanting to give up this.” He says, pointing to his precious daughter playing with a napkin she found on the floor.

"Maybe you should reconsider telling the father," Peter's words are echoing in your mind like a haunting melody. A part of you yearns for that possibility. Perhaps you're not alone in this. Maybe, just maybe, Miguel wants this as much as you do.With newfound resolve, you set off for the Spider-Verse headquarters, expecting to find Miguel tucked away in his office, immersed in maintaining the spider verse or as he calls it "arachno- something-multiverse-thingy” or something similar to that.

Upon reaching his office door, you pound on it sharply. No response. Frowning, you knock again, a little harder this time. When silence continues to greet you, you slowly turn the doorknob and peek inside. There he is, hunched over his desk, lost in a world of numbers and codes.

"Miguel, I-" you start, but his sharp voice cuts you off.

"No," he interrupts, his tone cold. "Did I say you can come in? Dios mio, why are you always so damn clingy?"

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stare at him, taken aback by his blatant disregard for your feelings. You can feel the beginnings of tears prick at the corner of your eyes, but you will them away.

He doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean it like that. This mantra plays over and over in your head, like a broken record. You take a deep breath, forcing down the hurt his words cause.

"Look, Miguel," you begin, struggling to keep your voice steady. "There’s something we need to talk about, and I think it's important for you to listen to me."

“Fucking hell, woman! What exactly don’t you understand. I’m busy. I don’t care about your little problems, right now.” he barks, not even looking up.

“Miguel,” you speak up, forcing the words out through clenched teeth, “ I’ve never asked anything from you. Not once have did I ask you to stay, to feel the same I feel, to fucking talk to me when people are around. Please all I am asking you is to just ... listen to me, fpr once.” Your voice grows stronger as you speak, a determined fire igniting within you.

Miguel finally looks up, his eyes meeting yours. For a moment, he seems taken aback by the resolve he saw there.

He rubs his temples. “Can we do this later?”

“No!” you shout. “It’s always later with you. You’re like...like a ghost. Just a figure in the hallway. I don’t need a figure, I need a person! I need someone who listens when...”

He glares at you, his eyes narrowing. “Okay, okay I will listen just not now. Whatever it is, it can wait.”

“No, it can’t,” you retort, your voice shaking a bit. “Why is it that every time I try to talk to you, you just brush me off? Am I that insignificant to you?”

He stands up abruptly, the chair skidding behind him. “This? This is what you want to talk about?” he says with a tone of annoyance. “Look, I have a million things to deal with and-”

“And what? And I’m not one of them? Just five minutes, Miguel! That’s all I ask!”

The room is tense. Your heart is racing. His eyes are fiery. It's a standoff.

“And what is so important that you have to disrupt everything right now?” he challenges.

Your breath catches in your throat. This is it. You're about to say it.

“I...” you stammer. “I need to tell you that...”

Suddenly, the door to the office swings open and Jess storms in.

“Miguel, we have a major issue in Sector 12! The anomalies...” she starts, then catches sight of your tear-streaked face. “Oh, am I interrupting something?”

Miguel seems to shake off the tension and slips back into commander mode. “No nothing important. What’s happening in Sector 12?”

You can't believe it. Just like that, he turns away. It feels like your heart is being squeezed.

Jess starts rattling off data and scenarios. The two of them are talking, but you don’t hear it anymore. All you can think of is how you almost told him. How you just wanted five minutes.

Your hands shake and you quietly step out of the room. The door closes behind you, and it feels like a chapter that you can’t read has been sealed away.

The next day you are on Earth-8311, an anthropomorphic animal-dominated universe. It's the home of Peter Porker, the Spectacular Spider-Ham, and you can't help but find it amusing.

The mission: to transport an anomaly, which resembles an enormous floating jellyfish, back to its home universe. It's been pure chaos here, and you are determined to set things right.

The team: Gwen, Hobie, and Peter B. Parker. You're all in your suits, eyes sharp, and webs at the ready.

"Alright, Spiders. Let's round this jelly up and send it home," Peter B. Parker takes charge, shooting a web towards a nearby building.

You swing alongside him, your thoughts a whirlwind. The world around you blurs - the animal citizens, the bustling cityscape, the strange yet familiar surroundings.

The anomaly appears before you, thrashing and pulsating as it floats through the sky. It releases blasts of energy that ripple through the air.

"Watch out, Sunny!" Gwen calls out as she dodges a blast.

You, however, are a split second too late. Your reflexes are off, your movements sluggish. The blast sends you spiraling towards the ground.

Hobie swings in and catches you mid-air, his guitar strapped on his back. “Get it together, Sun!” he shouts over the noise, his punk-styled hair waving wildly.

You shake off your daze and look up to see Peter B. Parker shooting webs to pull the anomaly back down, while Gwen is deploying a device to open a portal back to its home universe.

Your heart races as you focus on the task at hand. You need to get this right, not just for yourself, but for the life you’re now carrying. Your suit seems to glow even brighter in the chaos.

With a final combined effort, you manage to lasso the anomaly and push it through the portal. The anomaly disappears, and the portal closes behind it.

The team regroups on a rooftop. Gwen is catching her breath, Hobie is tuning his guitar, and Peter B. Parker gives you a concerned look.

“Are you okay?” Gwen asks, her voice laced with worry. “You weren’t yourself up there.”

The weight of the secret you’re carrying feels unbearable. But you're not ready to share it.

“Promise me you won’t tell Miguel about this,” you say, your voice barely audible.

Gwen raises an eyebrow, while Hobie crosses his arms. Peter B. Parker simply nods.

“Nah, Bossman doesn’t need to know about this,” Hobie says, and there’s a firmness in his voice that is strangely comforting.

Back in the HQ, your head spins, and your stomach feels like it's doing somersaults. You mumble a quick excuse about feeling nauseous and practically sprint to the nearest restroom.

Meanwhile, Gwen, Hobie, and Peter B. Parker head to the cafeteria to grab something to eat.

As they sit down at a table with their trays, Gwen breaks the silence. “Is it okay if I say that this mission was kind of easy? Like, I’ve seen Sunny take down Doc Ock from Earth-818, and she did that without any problem. So what was that today?” Gwen’s concern is apparent.

Hobie, munching on a sandwich, nods in agreement. "Yeah, it's like her spidey senses were jammed or somethin'. Never seen her like that before."

Peter B. Parker looks thoughtfully at his sandwich, then glances up at Gwen and Hobie. He’s torn, having promised you to keep your secret but also wanting your friends to understand why you were off your game.

"You guys remember when she fought Morlun on Earth-001? She was a totally smashin’ it, and today, she nearly got turned into spider-paste by a floating jellyfish. That ain’t right," Hobie adds.

Gwen’s eyes suddenly widen. "Oh my God! Do you think she’s in trouble? Like, something from her universe? Or maybe she's having an identity crisis! Should we stage an intervention?"

Peter B. Parker clears his throat. “Maybe she’s just having an off day.”

Gwen’s eyes narrow as she scrutinizes Peter. “You know something, don’t you?”

Peter scratches the back of his head, obviously uncomfortable. “Nope, no idea.”

Hobie puts down his sandwich and leans in. "Oi, mate. Spill your guts. There's something dodgy going on. She's always been our burst of sunshine, lifting the mood. But now she's... dimmed. What's going on with our Sunny, Parker?"

Before Peter B. Parker could answer Gwen’s barrage of questions, Jess - Spider-Woman - appears, her belly showing. She takes a seat at the table and, oblivious to the serious conversation that was taking place, asks them about their latest mission.

"So, how did your mission go?" Jessica asks, while munching on her Burger.

"Nothing to report, Jess," Gwen answers, a little too quickly, her face all sunshine and false smiles. Peter simply nod in agreement.

“Yah, all good!” Hobie chimes in, flashing a grin that seems a little too bright.

“How about you? How are you holding up?” Peter asks Jess, trying to steer the conversation away from the mission.

Jessica shrugs, not overly concerned, and bites into her burger. "'M good. You know, I'm so glad I can finally eat a burger again. At the beginning of my pregnancy, practically every food made me nauseous, especially after swinging around on missions.”

Suddenly, there's a moment of collective realization among Gwen, Hobie. It’s as if their spider senses are tingling in unison. They exchange knowing looks, all of them silently putting the pieces together.

Gwen’s eyes are wide, Hobie’s eyebrows are raised, and they both turn to look at Peter, who simply nods.

Jess, noticing the silent exchange, squints at them. “What is up with you guys? You’re acting weird. Well, weirder than usual.”

“Uh, nothin’!” Hobie says, a little too quickly.

“Yeah, just tired from the mission,” Gwen adds, trying to play it cool.

Jess rolls her eyes and stands up. “Alright, weirdos. I’m gonna go find some normal people to talk to,” she says jokingly and walks away.

After she leaves, the trio leans in.

“Sunny’s pregnant, isn’t she?” Gwen whispers.

Hobie's eyes are as wide as saucers. “That would explain everything!”

Peter B. Parker nods. “We need to be there for her, but remember, it’s her news to share when she’s ready.”

They make a pact to support you without pushing you to reveal anything before you're ready.

As you walk back into the cafeteria, you find your friends huddled together. They break apart when they see you and welcome you back with smiles and light conversation, but something in their demeanor is different but you can’t put your finger on it. They are being more attentive, considerate, and frankly, a little too curious about your well-being.

"Are you sure you're okay, Sunny?" Gwen asks for the third time since you sat down. Her concern is genuine, but her intensity is slightly off-putting.

"Yeah, do you need anything?" Hobie offers, his eyes gleaming with unspoken curiosity. "Food, drink, or maybe... pickles?" Pickles? Thats oddly specific.

There's a burst of laughter from Gwen, and even Peter is suppressing a chuckle.

"What's up with the pickles?" You ask, looking at them suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing!" Gwen says, a little too quickly, trying to hold back her laughter.

"Hmm, pickles and ice cream, a weird combo, innit?" Hobie wonders aloud, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Again, there's suppressed laughter, and you look at each of them, a realization slowly dawning on you. You turn to Peter, your gaze steady and serious. "You told them, didn't you?" Peter looks shocked, but quickly composes himself. "I didn't exactly tell them, per se," he confesses, "I might've confirmed their suspicions when they asked, but they figured it out on their own. Spider senses and all that jazz.”

Before you could respond, Gwen and Hobie jump in, both talking over each other in an attempt to apologize.

"We're sorry, Sunny," Gwen says sincerely. "We didn't mean to invade your privacy, it's just that... we're worried about you. Please don’t be mad."

Hobie nods, adding, "And we're right behind ya, whatever comes our way. We've got your back, no doubt about it."

You are happy, while the situation isn't ideal, but at least you're not alone. You have friends who care about you and, despite their unconventional way of showing it, they are there for you. You smile, comforted by their concern, and grateful for their support.

"Yeah," you finally say, "I guess we’re gonna need a lot more pickles and ice cream around here, huh?"

“Sooo...who’s the dad? Is he hot?” Gwen, leaning on the table with her elbows, asks shyly after a while.

You let out a long sigh, “He’s very hot... but also a colossal jerk.”

Peter raises an eyebrow. “You took my advice and talked to him then?”

You shake your head, your eyes starting to well up. “No, I tried. But he wouldn’t listen to me. He was busy, and I guess I wasn’t important enough. So, the baby won’t be either,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hobie's eyes narrow, and his face is flushed with anger. "Who's this bloke, eh? I swear on me nan's grave, I'll give him a right proper earful! No one treats our Sunny like a tosser and gets away with it!"

Gwen jumps in, her eyes wide with speculation, “Wait, is he a Spider? Is it Peter? Or the other Peter? Or—”

“Guys, guys!” you cut them off, your voice cracking. “Please, it doesn’t matter. He made it clear where I stand, and it’s not with him.”

There’s a silence that settles over the table as your friends look at each other and then back to you. Their faces are a mix of concern, sadness, and frustration.

Peter B. is the first to break the silence. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You’ve got us. If the dad doesn’t want to step up, then he’s missing out on something amazing.”

Gwen nods, her eyes firm with resolve. “Yeah, we’re family. We’ve got your back, no matter what.”

Hobie, still fuming, finally calms down enough to say, "All you gotta do is whistle, love, and we'll be there in a blink. Even if it means thumping some manners into this mystery idiot."

You can't help but crack a small smile, despite the tears. You’re overwhelmed by the love and support your friends are giving you.

“Thanks, guys. You don't know how much this means to me.”

They all reach out and there’s a group hug right in the middle of the cafeteria. You didn’t know how much you needed this until it happened.

Part 2 “Webs of Fate”

a/n: Thank you guys for all your love on this fic so far.I really appreciate each like, comment, reblog <3. I still can’t reply to your comments so please if you want to tagged (and are not already) comment on part 2 and I’ll do my best and add you.Also I am open to requests, critic and wishes. Have a wonderful day. xx

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c00kieguy · 1 month

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ik ur requests r closed but I wanted to send this in before I forgot about it, so do with it what you will

But hsr men who are the gomez to Morticia vibes, who are just absolutely enamored with their partner and their partner is just as in love with them

YES SO MUCH!! I love their dynamic (pls ignore the header quality)

I can just imagine Argenti, Sampo, Aventurine and Boothill being like this in a relationship.

You don't ever get jealous, not even a little. You're both so in love with each other after all, what's there to worry about?

If anything, when you're getting hit on by someone else, the other joins in on the flirting and before you know it the rando just leaves because of the weird vibes alone.

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You support each other, a lot. Always cheering on the other no matter what, sometimes even for the most trivial things.

It's not an uncommon sight to see one of you shout encouraging words while the other is flipping an egg in the morning.

You read each other very well! Even without words you can understand each other with just vibes alone.

You come back home after an exhausting day? He's already next to you without a word, holding a cup of hot beverage, ready to rub your shoulder and listen to you rants

He comes home after an exhausting day? You've already drawn a bath and prepared some snacks for him to eat afterwards while you dry his hair

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You fight so incredibly well with each other too! Even if you've never fought alongside him before

It all just comes to you naturally, you've got an opening? He's got your back and vice versa.

Maybe you take turn turns, one protecting while the other attacks. Or maybe you just both go batshit crazy and kill everyone 👍

Amidst the chaos of battle you sometimes share subtle displays of love, maybe a small kiss or just holding each other's hand the whole time. Everyone's too busy getting their asses kicked to notice tbh

Together, you're an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. Most people will flee even just seeing you both in each other's vicinity.

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You know each other very well, even the things you don't talk about.

You know that game where the bride and groom are sitting back to back and they have to answer questions about each other to see if they know each other well? You ace it. Full confidence.

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You trust each other a lot!

Need him to be your driver guy while you raid a billionaire's estate? Sure!

Need him to catch you in case you fall while flinging yourself onto a fire breathing dragon to kill it? He gotchu

Need his blood for a ritual to summon a god who may either destroy the entire planet you're on or help you? He's in.

You don't even have to explain why you need it, his hand's already outstretches and he's reaching for his knife someone stop him-

You: "I only needed a little..."

Him: "(with a large pool of blood under him) Oh"

I wasn't actually planning to write for this but uhhhh.....life happens

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr headcanons #hsr x reader #argenti x reader #sampo x reader #aventurine x reader #boothill x reader #reader insert #x reader #hsr argenti #hsr aventurine #hsr sampo #hsr boothill #maybe I'll revisit this when I'm more free lol. love this dynamic #c00kie.writes #ask #anon

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miniwheat77 · 1 year

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Close. Pt.1 (Captain Price x Reader)

!NSFW, Smut, Age Gap, virgin reader, fingering, mentions of death, violence, alcohol, !MINORS DNI!

(Summary): Reader gets left alone with Captain Price for a few months. How long can he spend alone with her before he caves?

Part 2 here

You can't remember the last time you had felt at peace with yourself. It's not that you were unhappy or anything, just uncomfortable in your own skin.

You've just turned 18, have no real life plans, you and your dad are constantly at each other's throats. It's a shit show for now, but you know it won't be forever. Your dad is in the military and he is very stern with you. He wants everything to look perfect and sometimes you just can't manage that. Your mum had passed away and he was all you had left as none of your other family really cared too much to stay in contact with you after she had died.

Your dad was due to be coming home soon and he expected the house to be spotless when he came home, which you had scrubbed the entire thing head to toe. Even going as far to dust off ceiling fans and light fixtures.

You had mentioned a couple times to him about moving out, but he'd flipped out on you. You're sure it wasn't anything personal, more or less just him being scared to lose you too.

He took it very hard when your mum passed away. He couldn't function for some time afterward. You and him fought like crazy because he seemed to take his sadness out on you. You didn't appreciate it and were going through it just as bad as he was. When she passed away, it meant you were alone while he was deployed. You had nobody to rely on when he wasn't there. You had no one but yourself 10/12 months a year.

"Y/N, you remember Captain Price?" he says to you over the phone. Your stomach falling slightly. "Of course I do, why?"

His name alone causes your hair to stand up. He was around a lot when you were a kid, your dad had gotten stationed alongside him in Britain and brought you and your mom to live there with him for a few months. During that time, you ended up spending a good majority of time with Captain Price, considering your home life wasn't so good. From about 8-10 you were with him. You had a huge crush on Captain Price. You had only just come to terms with the fact that you and him would never be anything, and your dad comes to lay this on you.

"He's coming to stay with me on the base for a few months, he'll be staying in our guest room. Is that okay?" he asks. "oh uh.. of course. Why wouldn't it be?" you laugh the nervousness in your voice off. "I'm sure he will be grateful we're having him, but make sure the house is clean for my return please, sweet pea?"

"Course dad." he laughs into the phone. "You always sound so unamused. When did you grow up and stop being my little girl ah?" he slurs his words. You can't help but roll your eyes. You hadn't realized he'd been drinking before. "Get some sleep dad. I'll talk to you tomorrow night." You laugh, hanging up the phone. You looked around the house, it was spotless, just like he'd asked. You made your way up the large staircase. Your dad made a fair amount of money and provided you with everything you needed and more. He had a nice house, and everything. But you didn't like to take his money. You slipped your hand over the oak railing, frowning to yourself. It was so lonely here without your mum. You hated being here alone.

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"Hey. I've some bad news." Is the first thing you hear from your dads mouth a couple days later. "What?" you ask. "My contract extended another 6 months. But John has already gotten his plane ticket and can't get it refunded. It'll be just you and him for a while. Is that okay?"

You think to yourself. Alone? In a big house? With the finest man you've ever laid eyes on?

"Of course it's okay. It's not like I haven't done it before. No reason he shouldn't be able to check the base here out." You smile into the phone. "Oh good. I'm glad you're such a good sport Y/N." Your dad chuckles over the phone. "I'll ask him to keep an eye on you, yeah?" He laughs. "Yeah right. I've been here alone for like 10 months and I've done just fine." You roll your eyes, he can't see it obviously. "I'm sorry honey. But you know how this is."

"Yeah. I know. But it'll be alright. You'll be home before you know it."

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When that Friday came, you had to pick John up from the airport, it was the plan from the beginning as you were supposed to pick your dad up as well. You couldn't help but be a little sad that your dad wouldn't be coming home. He was really all you had left.

You don't know what you would do if you didn't have him.

You had to be awake at 5am to go get John, you weren't happy about it. But thankfully, it was a warm summer night.

You had on a t-shirt and some shorts, not really thinking about how you looked in front of John. You were a little too tired to even think straight. You waited inside the airport by where the baggage claim was. You're sitting in a chair in the small waiting area. Pretty soon, you make eye contact with him, and he looks just as good as he did when you were younger. The same facial hair, same kind of uniform. Everything.

You send a smile his way and his eyes widen. "Good god. You're a woman." He laughs, pulling you into a hug. "What?" You laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist. "The last time I seen you, you were just a little girl." He laughs, pulling away. You missed his accent. He grasps his bag. "Yeah, was a long time ago." You blush. You make your way out to your car together, it was parked right at the entrance. "It's just crazy." He stares you up and down. "Although... are you in pajamas?" he says in confusion as you pass him to walk around the car. He climbs into your passenger seat. "Uhhh. Perhaps." You smile. He makes a "tsk" sound, shaking his head. "Didn't your dad always teach you to be prepared?" You reach in front of him, opening the glovebox. Inside was a gun your dad made you carry. "Jesus. I meant.. If your car breaks down or something."

"Bold of you to assume I can't change a tire in pajamas."

"You are definitely your fathers daughter." He laughs. He hears the song on in the car, and he smiles, reaching for the dial to turn the sound up. "Your playlist?" You roll your eyes. "Always." he laughs. "Man.. 20 year old me would've killed to be with a girl like you."

What's stopping you now?

You have to shake the thoughts from your head. "Yeah, show me a picture of you at 20." You laugh. He thinks to himself. "I don't even know if I have one." you lick your lips. "Suppose they didn't have cameras in the 1800's ah?" You smirk. He narrows his eyes. "Ha Ha. You're hilarious." He rolls his eyes. You laugh. "Now I'm gonna look for one." He slides his phone out.

When you arrive at your house, he grasps his bag out of the back and you both make your way for the front door. You unlock it and hold the door open for John. "Come on, guest room is this way." You walk down the hallway. He follows you and you open up the door for him. "Goddamn, when your dad said you had a spare room I didn't think he meant in a damn mansion." He laughs. "Yeah, it's a little extreme for 2 people." You laugh. You leave him to unpack his stuff.

"I found a picture of me when I was in my 20's." He laughs. You're sitting on your couch and he's walking up behind it from the hallway. "Show me." You smirk. He holds the phone in front of your face. "Holy shit." You laugh. "What?" he laughs. "If only you weren't 20 years younger." You smirk. He freezes up. "Yeah right, I was way out of your league." He brushes off your comment. "I just wanna know what happened?" You smirk. He narrows his eyes. "I got more attractive that's what happened." He crosses his arms. "Mhmmmm."

You were really good at getting under his skin for some reason.

---

He almost couldn't take the torture. He'd been here for a week so far and was struggling.

You walking around in nothing but shorts and tank tops, back talking him with those pretty lips.

You thought for sure he didn't have any feelings for you, but you didn't realize just how close you were to cracking him. He waits for you to get back from a friends house. Sitting at a stool at the countertop in the massive kitchen. He'd gone out and bought a good bottle of scotch, and maybe he'd had little too much to drink.

When you finally come in, you step inside. Walking into the kitchen after you'd kicked your shoes off. He noticed you had a messenger bag with black fabric peeking out. He knows exactly what you were out doing.

"Kinda late ah?" He smirks, startling you. "Jesus Christ!" you hold your hand over your heart. "Why are you just sitting there like that?" you sigh. "Come sit sweetheart. You ever had scotch before?" you swallow hard. "Uh.. no. Have you met my dad?"

He's got an evil grin on his lips. "Well. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I mean, you weren't really at a friends house were you? I can see the dress sticking out of the bag. I'm sure he wouldn't have allowed that either." He smirks. "Well. It was a waste of time anyways." You laugh. He pours a small amount into another glass, sliding it over to you. You pick it up and put your lips to the glass and he smiles, watching you try it. Your nose immediately scrunches up and you cringe. He laughs a little too hard. "Maybe scotch shouldn't have been your first drink." You laugh. "It's fine."

"Why was the party a bust hm?" He asks. "I just don't fit in. At all." You look down at the countertop. "How's that?" You smile. "Since I've been so sheltered, bounced back and fourth. I don't really know how to fit in with people my age. They all wanna get drunk and party. I just decided to leave early because spending time with you sounded like way more fun." You laugh.

"But I suppose you probably don't see it. You probably just see me as some kid." He smiles down at the countertop. "Of course I do. I was there, watching you grow for a couple years there. I'll always see you that way." He laughs. "Exactly." He could sense the annoyance in your voice. "Y/N, what's going on hm? You've been acting weird for the last couple days." He grasps your shoulder to make you look at him, he looks you in the eyes. You pause for a minute. You lean forward, making possibly the biggest mistake you'll ever make. You plant your lips right onto his, and he draws back immediately. "Woah." He pushes you back by your hips. "Y/N.. I'm sorry. I can't kiss you like that. I can't-" you stand up from the stool, "no.. I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me." You shake your head. "It's okay. I..." He stands up, brushing his hands off on his jeans. You quickly make your way for your room. Humiliated. He sighs as he sits back down at the countertop.

---

When he wakes up the next morning, he hears nothing but silence and his head pounding. He definitely had too much to drink the night before. But not enough to forget what happened. When he walks around the house, you’re nowhere to be found. Probably off to school already. He lets out a groan as his phone begins ringing. His head already throbbing.

“Hello?” He asks into the phone. “Hey John.” He hears your dads voice, his stomach falling a little.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Y/N got into a scuffle at school this morning, she’s getting dropped off by her counselor. You mind keeping an eye on her for me?”

“Yeah no problem. And.. a scuffle?”

“I guess some dumb kid was being mean to her. Hurt her wrist pretty bad.” John thinks for a second. “You make it sound like it was a boy.” He laughs.

“From what I understand it was.” John’s face falls immediately. “It’s been going on for some time now, I was gonna take care of it when I got back but.. I got an extension.”

“I might be able to talk to the school about it, if you want.” He offers. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” He says. “It’s no problem. I’ll take good care of her, don’t you worry.”

John hears the front door open, and makes his way out from the kitchen. Your counselor is helping you inside. “What the hell happened?” He asks. John finds it a little weird that your counselor is a middle aged man, and was alone with you while you were completely inebriated. “Well..” he sighs. “A boy at her school was being a little mean. I guess they kinda got into a little bit of a tussle, he slammed her hand in her locker.”

That explains the wrap around your wrist.

“He said something about her mom, so Y/N just.. attacked him. They had to sedate her to get her to calm down. She’s coming down from it, but she’ll be alright.”

John nods his head. “Who are you? If you don’t mind me asking?” He asks John. “I’m Captain John Price. I’m looking after Y/N until her dad gets back from deployment.” Her counselor nods his head. “Well. This is going to go under investigation. I’ll be surprised if Y/N is allowed back after this.” He narrows his eyes. “That boy slammed her hand in a locker, and made a comment about her dead mother. If I were her, I’d have attacked him too.” He crosses his arms. “Yeah.. but it’s not up to me or you. It’s up to the school.”

John laughs. “Thanks for bringing her home. But if you’ll excuse us.” John says.

After saying goodbye, he leaves.

John sits on the coffee table, placing his hands on your knees. “Are you okay?”

You’re really quiet. You nod your head. You look drowsy. “Don’t lie to me.” He says sternly.

You shake your head no. He brushes hair out of your face. Watching you blink, the tiredness so apparent in your eyes. “You’ll be alright.” He flattens your hair with his hand, running it over and over again. He’s trying to calm you.

“I’m..” your voice cracks a little and your speech is slurring. “I’m sorry that I tried to kiss you.” You look up at him. He sits up from the coffee table, sitting next to you. “It’s fine, it.. was a crazy night. Let’s not worry about that though.” He pulls you into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder. “Who is this boy and why is he fucking with you?” He asks. “I don’t really know, he just started doing it one day and went with it.” Your voice slurs slightly. “Hm..”

“Everyone says he has a crush on me. That’s why he does it,” you laugh. “Yeah, that’s no excuse to do what he did.”

“And he’s really ugly.” He laughs a little harder than he should. “You’re so innocent. It’s so cute.” He smiles. Your heart aches in your chest.

So close, yet so far out of your reach. “Here. You get some sleep okay?” He covers you up with a blanket, standing up. You turn your head to the side, laying on the couch. He watches your eyes close, your body relaxing. He picks up his phone, disappearing into the other room.

—

When you wake up, you’re confused. It takes a few minutes until everything comes back to you. A yawn leaves your lips and you stand up, going up the stairs. You don’t see John anywhere around. You change your clothes into something more comfortable. You look at yourself in the mirror. The embarrassment from the night before still fresh in your brain. “Y/N?” You hear John calling for you. You quickly finish what you’re doing, going down the stairs.

“I took care of everything.” You frown, “what do you mean?” He lifts up a stack of papers. “You’re on a 2 week mandatory suspension, but I took care of the rest.” He smiles. “What did you do?”

“I just went down there, talked to your school. Seen the kid so I talked to him too. I could tell it was him because of the scratches and stuff all over his face. Has a hell of a shiner." He smiles.

“Oh god…” you cross your arms. “What did you say to him?” He laughs. “Don’t worry about it.”

You knew he probably threatened the boy to get him to back off of you. “He’s a little prick but he should leave you alone.”

He laughs. “Thank you, John. I appreciate it.” He nods his head. “It’s nothing. You feeling better?” He asks. You follow him into the kitchen, “I’m fine.” You grasp a water bottle out of the refrigerator, passing him one too. “So.. about your counselor..” he trails off. “What about him?” John shakes his head. “Just seems weird that he’s alone with you. Like that.” He pauses to take a drink out of the water bottle. “I’m alone with you.” You pull a stool out from the counter, hopping up onto it. He does the same, sitting next to you.

“Yeah but that’s different. I’m a family friend.” You laugh. “He’s just there to make sure I’m good at school.” John nods his head. “I only have like 3 more months of school left.” He nods his head. “That’s good, cause that guy gave me the creeps.”

“He probably thought the same about you.” He rolls his eyes. “I can’t be that creepy, you tried to kiss me.” He smirks. “Oh god.” You cover your face. He laughs. “Do you like me or.. was it just.. heat of the moment thing?” You look up at him. “Heat of the moment.” You lie, rolling your eyes. “For a Captain you sure are soft.” You glance at his hands, hoping he doesn’t catch it as you adjust yourself in your seat awkwardly. Even his hands had your attention. “I’m soft toward you. I’m only harsh when I need to be.” He shrugs. “So what, I’m the only person you’re soft towards? Why?”

“I don’t know.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Yes you do.”

“I just figure your dad is probably already pretty hard on you. I mean I heard some of the screaming matches you two had.” You nod your head. You laugh. “Yeah. It was pretty ugly.” He smiles. “Plus maybe I just have a soft spot for you, what’s wrong with that?” He smiles. Giving you a playful shove. No matter what, he thought of you as a kid. A little girl he watched grow. You hated it. It unsettled you to no end that he’d never see you the way you seen him. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asks. You shoot a smile his way. “That’s classified.” You roll your eyes. “Oh come on. Tell me, there’s gotta be a reason.” He smiles. “Okay. Why don’t you have a wife?” You ask, tilting your head and leaning back in your chair. He smiles. “I don’t like the games you’re playing.” He laughs. You bite your bottom lip. “I don’t have a wife because the one long term relationship I was in, ended pretty badly.” He says. “There, now you tell me.”

“I don’t like guys my age.” He looks confused for a minute. “What do you mean?”

“Guys my age are immature and stupid. I don’t like it.”

“So.. what? You think men in their 20’s have that figured out?”

“No.” He looks even more confused. “Men in their 30’s and 40’s might though.” His eyes widen. “I-“ he pauses for a second. “For your sake, I hope your dad never finds that information out.”

“Me too.” You laugh.

“You have to be careful, Y/N.” He looks down. “Older men.. they just wanna use you and take advantage of you.”

“I know.”

He freezes up. “How do you know that? Have you been with an older man before?” He sits up straight in his chair, a laugh spills it’s way from your mouth. “Relax, I’ve never been with anyone before.”

He relaxes. “Wait.. anyone? Like ever? You’ve never had a boyfriend?”

“I went on one date. And it did not end well.”

He laughs. “Thank god. You’re still innocent.” He smiles.

You roll your eyes. “You have no idea, Captain Price.” You smirk.

“I hope you never date anyone. Ever.” You tilt your head back with a laugh. “Why’s that?”

“Cause the thought of you with another guy. Your age, older, or not. Makes me cringe.”

“Why? I’m not your daughter.”

“Yeah, but I was there with you. I pretty much raised you for two entire years cause you wouldn’t leave my house.” He laughs. “You offered.” You scoff. “I know. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Your parents were fighting a lot, I didn’t mind having you around.” He laughs. “I guess I just have such a pure image of you in my head that I hate the thought of some dumbass guy ruining it.”

“I want a family. So.. I hate to tarnish that little pure girl in your mind but I’ll have sex, get married, and have kids at some point.” He cringes as you say it. “Hopefully not in that order.” He laughs.

“Definitely in that order.”

“Ah god I don’t wanna think about that.” He scrunches his face up in disgust. “You’re still young, you have so much time to think about that bullshit. Enjoy it while you have it.” You sit up slightly in the stool you’d sat on. “You’re gonna tell me you don’t have sex?” You laugh. “Not in a long damn time, no.”

“Exactly, that constant need you feel? You aren’t the only one who feels that.” You laugh. “Here.” He slides his cup toward you. He’d filled it with Scotch at some point. “It helps take that feeling away. Just plug your nose.” You roll your eyes, tipping it back. Flinching much less than you had the night before. “You know my dad would be pissed if he found out you were letting me drink.”

“Yeah, but you’re a secretive little thing so I’m not too worried.” You smile.

—

A few hours later, you’re sitting on the couch. He’s next to you trying to play a video game but it’s only pissing him off. You’re drunk, staring at the screen, laughing as he raged. “What the fuck is this? My teammates suck!” You roll your eyes. “Yeah? You sure it’s the teammates and not you?” You laugh.

“Ha Ha. I’m at the top of the scoreboard. And I have the best KD of everyone.” He rolls his eyes. You smirk. “I don’t like your attitude.” He sets the controller down. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” You cross your arms, challenging him. “Oh. Babygirl those are fighting words. You better quit while you’re ahead.”

“Make me.”

He stands up, “alright. But I warned you.” He smiles, an evil smile. He grasps your legs pulling you down, beginning to tickle at your sides. You squirm hard, laughter beginning to spill out of your lips. He leans down on top of you on the couch, straddling your hips to hold you down. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” You cry out. “Say "I’m sorry for disobeying Captain Price!” He smirks, sliding his tongue along his teeth. “I’m sorry for disobeying Captain Price!” You cry it out as loud as you can. He draws his hands back, laughing as you came down. Your stomach hurt from laughing so hard.

Once you had stilled, his smile falters and he’s looking down at you. His eyes flashing to your lips and than back to your eyes. He swallows hard. You can see it in his eyes he’s weighing out the pros and cons of kissing you. He shakes his head, sitting up and moving away from you. “There.” He smiles. “Now watch me kick some ass.” He picks up the controller and you sit up.

What was that?

You know now, he’s thought about it.

When he loses another round, he rage quits and sets the controller down.

He leans back onto the couch, propping one foot up on the coffee table. “Earlier.” He grasps your attention. “You said you went on a date and it didn’t end well, what happened?”

You look down. “Uh.. this guy was bugging me for a while to go out with him. Like.. following me around in school, following me to my car afterward. Constantly messaging me. So I finally gave in and he just said a bunch of gross shit to me.” You laugh awkwardly. “What did he say?” You look down. “He said um.. that.. oh god,” your face heats up and he can tell you’re getting embarrassed. “He said.. stuff about my body. Like.. maybe if I ate less my thighs wouldn’t be so big because he didn’t like it.” You take a deep breath, John raising his eyebrows. “I told him I wasn’t interested in having sex or anything like that because I was a virgin. And he told me ‘if he doesn’t put it all the way in, it doesn’t count’ and.. just always said stuff about stretch marks and stuff.” John shakes his head. “I see what you mean, about boys your age. Because everything he hates? I fuckin love. Thighs?” He rolls his eyes back with a groan. “He’s an idiot and you shouldn’t listen to him.” You laugh. “I didn’t. I went on one “date” and that was it. Ignored him after that.” He smiles. “So.. you’ve.. never had sex. But. Have you ever been touched? Like at all?”

You shake your head, crimson creeping up onto your cheeks. He runs his fingers over his facial hair. “Have you ever wanted to?” He leans back into the couch, tapping on the beer bottle he had in his hand. “Of course I have.” You roll your eyes. “But.. I don’t even know how to do it myself.” You laugh. You're holding a beer bottle as well. Holding it between your thighs. “What do you mean, you don’t touch yourself?” You look down. “I.. have tried. It just.. doesn’t feel all that good I guess.”

He chews on his lip, creating an awkward silence for around a minute.

“I could show you, if you want.” He finally says it.

Your stomach falls. And you look up at him, those wide innocent eyes. And he knows he’s probably gonna regret this. You’re young and innocent and he was there when you were a kid. But again, you were 18, sexy. And you wanted him, he could tell.

“I.. I guess?” You say skeptically. You take in a sharp breath when he stands up. Is he joking? “C'mere.” He grasps your ankles, much like he had done when he was tickling you. He pulls you down onto the couch again. You set down the beer bottle and lay back. “Relax. I’ll stop if you want me to okay?”

You nod your head, staring up at him. That same sense of innocence in your eyes. He breathes out. “I shouldn’t do this, should I?” He breathes. “Probably not..” You trail off.

“I’m.. just showing you. Yeah?” You nod your head. "Nothing more." He says. "Yeah... Nothing more." you repeat, a little quieter than he had said.

You wanted him to touch you so badly you’d tell him anything he wanted to hear. He loops his fingers over the waistband of your shorts, panties too. Pulling them down your legs. He swallows hard as he finally sees all of you. “Do.. you have any toys you like to use? Or have tried?”

You shake your head. “Have.. you ever.. had anything inside of you?”

Once again, shaking your head no. “Okay. Just relax for me?” He slides his hand up onto your thigh, moving it higher. His gentle touch on your skin has your cheeks heating up, your face feels like it’s on fire. Where his skin touches your own, burns. It’s almost too much to take. All of those years yearning for his touch, his attention. And you were finally getting it. He runs his finger up your slit and a gasp leaves your lips as he rests it on your clit, drawing small circles into it. You squirm immediately, and he smiles to himself. “You’ve not done much huh? So sensitive…” he breathes out.

There was this part of him that wanted to preserve your innocence. Wanted to pull away, apologize and walk away. And than, there was a devil on his shoulder chanting for him to go further. To take your virginity and fill you completely full of his cum right where you laid, to taint every last bit of innocence left inside of you. Leave you full and wanting more.

He wanted you to taste him on your tongue every time you thought about him. His bitterness. He had an internal debate as you squirmed at his touch. So sweet. It was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a lion, you didn’t see it. Didn’t know what he was capable of doing to you. He breathes out, trying to hold back. You didn’t know any of this, because he was gentle with you. Hid all of the evil parts about himself from you, especially the one that thought about burying his face between your thighs as soon as he seen you at the airport, all grown up. He lifts your leg up, moving himself closer between them. Resting it in his lap. He lets out a deep chuckle. “Just relax for me sweetheart. You’re too tense.” His voice is deep and it’s a voice you’d never heard from him before. “Just focus on what I’m doing to you okay?” You nod your head, staring down to where he was touching you.

You’re watching, lips parted. You’re completely mesmerized and you’re holding back. He doesn’t like that you’re holding back. He starts to rub faster, drawing pants from your lips. You’re getting wet, which is what he wants. “M’gonna try something, okay?” You nod your head. He slides his finger over your entrance, gathering your wetness on it. He starts drawing circles over your entrance, and you’re confused. It feels good but it’s not anything like him rubbing at your nub. A gasp leaves your lips as he presses it into you, and he could feel you stretching around his finger. Just one finger and you were this tight. You lift your hips into his touch, your eyes screwing shut. “Does it hurt?” You shake your head. Once he feels like you’re wet enough, he tries to slowly add a second finger but a hiss leaves your lips and you move back slightly. “Sorry love..” he chuckles. “It’s.. it’s okay.”

“You’re so tight..” he breathes. His cock throbs uncomfortably against his jeans. He palms himself slightly when he knows you’re not looking. “Is.. is that bad?”

“No sweetheart. Well.. it just means. It’ll hurt more when you.. have sex for the first time.” He mumbles. “Because.. most likely. You’ll be dealing with something bigger than a couple fingers.” He pumps his finger a little faster. “Can you.. try to add another finger?” He bites his lip. Keeping his eyes from rolling back. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“That’s okay.”

He slides his finger out of you, watching you blush as he puts them in his mouth to wet them down further with his saliva. You thought he was oblivious to the fact that he’d just tasted your arousal, but he wasn’t. You tasted sweet and he loved it. He wanted more. Wanted to bury his face into you until you screamed.

He slides the first finger inside of you and once he thought you were ready, he lined the second up. You grasp the hem of your own shirt tightly, closing your eyes. He goes as slow as he can, pushing his finger into you. Your body has so much resistance and he sees you flinch as he pushes it in further and further. When he finally reaches his knuckle, the tightness around his fingers has him so on edge he could barely take it. He wants to feel you clench this tight around his cock more than he could put into words. He draws it back, pushing it back inside of you until they moved comfortably. You unintentionally spread your legs further for him, and he grits his teeth. You were so comfortable with him touching you.

“John..” a whimper falls from your lips and his stomach falls, his cock throbbing hard. He wants to get up and yell, the feeling in his chest that he has is too much to bare. The way you moan his name makes him wanna climb on top of you and fuck you until you forget his name. He breathes out. Closing his eyes, still moving his fingers into you. “I want you to do it.” He draws his hand back. You look at him. “Here.” He grasps your hand. Moving it to your soaked opening, “try one finger,” you nod your head, swallowing hard as you tried to push it into yourself. Once you did, your body relaxes. “That’s it. That’s a good girl. Just like that.” He smiles, watching the way you pumped your fingers fast into yourself. Struggling to hold back your moans. He could tell you were still desperate. His fingers were larger and he was better. So he moves your hand again, replacing your fingers with his own. Pumping them at a steady pace. Listening to the wet sounds his fingers moving inside of you made. The longer he did it, the louder you got. Moaning and whimpering his name. You looked down, beads of sweat forming in your face as you clutched the couch, trying desperately to hold still. “John-“ you gasp out. “It.. it feels weird.” You buck your hips into him, thighs clenching up tightly. “Relax, you’re getting close.” He sits up on his knees, moving himself between your legs. When he leans over you, you grasp his shirt with a death grip and he can't help but smile. “Look at me.” He leans down, holding himself up with one hand that was by your head, his other not stopping for even a second. He curls his finger up into your spongy spot, cries leaving your lips, tears streaming down your face at how overwhelmed you were because of him. He chuckles when he sees them. “So worked up..” he mumbles. He leans down, you silence yourself as you look him in the eyes, his lips only centimeters from your own. “Cum for me.” He whispers. “Give yourself to me, Y/N.” You bite your lip, he has you right on the edge.

He leans down, lips brushing against yours. He thinks about if he should do it or not, but it’s already past a simple kiss. So he leans into you, lips crushing against your own. Moving against each other in desperation and need. He pulls away when he feels your hips buck, pressing his forehead to yours, his cheek brushes against yours and he can feel your tears smearing onto his cheek. He wanted to hear that sweet cry you’re going to let out when he makes you cum.

“I- I-“ a mewl leaves your lips and you clutch onto his shirt tightly as you reach your high, eyes rolling back and clenching shut, gasps leaving your lips and your hips jerk as he rubs your sensitive nub with his thumb, pumping his fingers into you still. You squirm, grasping his hand and trying to stop him. He finally draws his hand away, webs of your wetness coat his fingers and you blush once more as he places them against his tongue, closing his lips around them and sucking them clean of your sweetness. He leans down again, pressing his lips to yours and kissing you with as much passion as he did before. When he pulls away a final time, his phone ringing brings him away from you. "Hold on." He sits up looking at it. "It's your dad, I gotta take this." He says, a little nervous as he answers the phone.

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ Relationship to other members࿐ ྂ 🍓ɞ

⤷ Effy and Bang Chan

SHIP NAME: Cheffy

HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Lizzie☕(Mom)

HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Chris🦘(Dad)

Effy and Chan know each other since their trainee days. They have danced together prior and also produced songs. Chan thinks that she has immense talent and fought for her to be the new 9th member of Stray Kids.

Effy and Bang Chan take on the roles of organizers and schedulers for the group. Because of that, they get called "Mom and Dad" by the other members.

They work seamlessly together, balancing each other's strengths to ensure the group functions smoothly.

He fully supports her in the decision to study alongside being an idol. Went to visit universities with her and they looked together at possible courses she could master in.

Very proud producer Chan when she told him she wants to major in music and science (to incorporate it into their production).

Effy becomes a source of comfort for Bang Chan, especially when he overworks himself. She does not scold him for staying too long at the studio or forgetting to eat, instead she will just stop by and bring his favourite food to eat with him. Will give him shoulder rubs and encourage him when he feels low. He is so so grateful to have her.

When Chan notices that Effy is stressed, he plans a day off for her and they spend it outside the dorm or the entertaiment. He also gives her extra breaks where they sit down and talk about what stresses her and how they can change that.

Lizzie often spends the night with him (and 3Racha) in the studio producing songs, especially when its shortly before a come back.

Effy tends to zone out when she is too tired and Chan is showing her something

"Sweetheart, Pay attention to me. Should we add that 808 or not?"

Chan affectionately calls Effy "sweethart."

Effy playfully calls Chan "oppa" .

Like any close relationship, they have occasional disagreements, often related to group decisions or creative choices.

However, even when they fight, they quickly make up afterwards.

Chan shows up at Effys room with her favourite snack or Effy just finishes all of Chans paperwork and hands it to him.

"Hey. Here is your paperwork. Finished. I am sorry for how I behaved earlier today Chris"

He will smile at her, accepting the apology and pull her close to his chest.

"It´s okay sweetheart. I already forgot"

Effy and Chan have a collaborative playlist. It become the soundtrack of their shared moments, from late night drives and road trips to discussions about music.

Everyone says Chan gives the best hugs and to be honest Effy just can´t get enough of them.

Stays go crazy when Chris hugs Lizzie from behind.

Chan may give Effy a gentle forehead kiss when she is sleepy and falls asleep next to him when in the stuido or when they are spending their evening on the couch.

Carries her to bed and tucks her in.

Or gives her a quick kiss on the cheek when he is leaving to the studio and is in a rush.

"Oppa, taking care of you is not worrying too much. You're the best leader, but you're human too. Get some rest!"

"Alright, alright, "Mom". I'll take a break, but only because you said so."

⤷ Effy and Lee Know

SHIP NAME: Minlee

HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Menace 🙄

HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Bully🤦🏻‍♀️

Minho was initially skeptical about having a girl join the group, especially given the close-knit brotherhood they had. He was strict and critical during Effy's early dance training, pushing her to prove herself.

"No, you´re doing that wrong. Aish, can´t you do anything right?"

Over time, Minho witnessed Effy's dedication and fast learning. He gained respect for her work ethic and talent, realizing that gender had no bearing on her ability to contribute to the group.

Despite their initial clashes, Minho and Effy developed a unique dynamic filled with bantering, teasing and (playful) bullying.

Effy teaches him english, since he is not as good at it. She teaches him british slang words and expressions, leaving the other members confused when they start talking in english.

"Hey Felix, uh, fancy a cuppa?"

Felix: *Confused in Australian*

The duo often goes shopping together, exchanging fashion tips and opinions. They also share a love for watching shows and not being able to go to sleep without at least clicking "Next" five times in a row.

Has made it his mission to disturb her while she studies. Whether through annoying questions or things on his phone that he shows her. At some point Effy becomes unfocused and annoyed by him and gets upset. He just grins because he has achieved his goal and leaves.

"Lino, can you just stop?! I´m seriously trying to concentrate!"

"What, I didn´t do anything kitten"

Minho calls Effy "kitten" as suggested by Stay (Stay = 👀). He said it once to her out of fun and Stays noticed that it make her blush. It became a constant nickname, adding a touch of sweetness to their dynamic.

Whenever Effy shows him affection through hugs or cuddles, he acts as if he is disgusted.

“If you're waiting for me to care, I hope you brought something to eat, 'cause it's gonna be a really long time“.

"Clingy, much huh?“.

However, when no one looks, Minho returns it. Often it is the way he rests his hand on her knee when they are sitting next to each other or his hand being on her lower back when walking. However not even he can resist pulling her into a bone crushing hug sometimes.

"Ah, let's go shopping this weekend. I need to make sure you don't ruin our group's image with questionable fashion choices"

"Whatever. But yeah, lets go shopping"

⤷ Effy and Changbin

SHIP NAME: Changbeth

HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Pilates Princess👑

HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Gym Bro 🏅

Changbin was intrigued but slightly skeptical when Effy joined Stray Kids. He quickly noticed her determination and work ethic, especially in maintaining her fitness routine.

They got along quickly when they noticed that they go to the same gym. He works out and she does Pilates.

Effy admires Changbin's rap skills and initially took his critiques as an opportunity to learn and grow. She always tries to rap his parts but fails horribly. He teaches her how to do it right.

Effy likes to teach Changbin girl group dances when they have time between schedules. Whenever she learned a new dance from Itzy or Twice, she seeks him as her dance partner.

Changbin shows her how to play pool.

Simply steals all her books and revision sheets when he is of the opinion that she studies too much. Does not listen to her complaints

"But I have an exam next week!"

"You need breaks too, princess"

Princess and princess protector duo!!

He protects her at all costs. Shields her whenever they are walking through a crowd or at fansigns. Carries her when it started to rain suddenly and she is wearing heels or nice shoes. Will threaten everyone that that makes her feel uncomfortable.

If she gets hurt while working out he immediately worries.

“Ouch, that looked like it hurts. You okay, princess?“

“I’m okay, it’s just a scratch Binnie“

Effy becomes a confidante for Changbin, and he becomes a reliable pillar of support for her. Their dynamic evolves into a sibling-like relationship, where they can share their concerns, dreams, and daily experiences without judgment.

Changbin becomes Effy's personal pillow. No matter if it is while watching a movie or during a break after dancing. His broad shoulders become a comfortable resting spot for her.

"Oh, princess said you liked sour gummies , so I bought this for you"

“Binnie I’m so unmotivated today, can we go to the gym together?“ “Sure princess“

⤷ Effy and Hyunjin

SHIP NAME: Lizjin

HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Muse 💫

HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Artist🎨

Effy appreciates Hyunjin's artistic talents and sees him as the "Artist" who brings her visions to life.

Her presence sparks his artistic imagination.

Hyunjin appreciates Effy's input on his drawings and welcomes her suggestions. He does not like input from everyone, but he feels like she always has the best ideas.

Will paint together and switch canvas every ten minutes. It ends in a disaster because Effy has no idea how to paint and creates the most weirldy looking faces.

"Ahh what have you done, you have disfigured him!"

"Well, no, it's just all a matter of interpretation-"

Hyunjin tries to teach her basic drawing anatomy but its hopeless.

They are the aesthetic duo!!

Productive time together is so important to them. Lizzie drags him with her to her unis library so she can study in peace (away from the boys in the dorm) and he sketches in the mean time/reads books about famous painters.

Taking pretty pictures while going on coffee or museum/art gallery dates together.

Effy and Hyunjin indulge in skincare routines together, sharing tips and trying out new products. It's a relaxing time for them to unwind. They do face masks when they go live and gossip about the newest scandals on the internet or about shows/movies they have watched.

Effy sometimes takes on the role of Hyunjin's hairstylist, experimenting with different hair colors and hairstyles (She gets scolded by the stylists the next day because the makeover did not fit into the look schedule).

Play fighting and tickling are common occurrences between them, adding a light-hearted and playful element to their relationship.

Effy comes to him when she feels drained and exhausted.

Rather than skinship, Hyunjin mostly offers words of encouragement, reminding Effy of her strengths and accomplishments. He emphasizes that struggles are a natural part of life and reassures her that he's there to support her through any challenges.

Hyunjin often affectionately pats Effy's head, especially when he wants to reassure or congratulate her.

Hyunjin is Effys dramatic counterpart.

Will whine and complain when she does not have time for him because she is busy with her schedule.

"But Muse, you promiseeedd"

Lizzie will buy him art supplies as reparation which leaves him satisfied.

Steals his hoodies and shirts. When Stays notice it, she just huffs and says something like

"He is the ambassador of Versace, a few shirts less wont hurt him"

"I brought you coffee!"

"Oh, good. Is it americano?"

"Yeah, Hyune. Otherwise you would send me back"

"Wanna go on a coffee date today, my Muse? I need some inspiration. Lets go to the new little Cafe that opened next to the company!"

"Yeah and after that we can visit the art gallery!"

⤷ Effy and Jisung

SHIP NAME: Jiffy

HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Owl 🦉

HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Quokka🦦

British duo and chaotic duo

He is her certified british brother and keeps teaching him how to improve his accent to sound even more british.

"Yeah, but, you have to say it like that. Ah mate im so knackered"

Jisung and Effy often find themselves in humorous and mischievous situations. Jisung appreciates Effy's quick thinking and resourcefulness when they get into trouble.

Calls her Jagi/Jagiya

Calls him Hannie or Ji

Effy holds her "mom privilege" to bail Jisung out of trouble, especially when he's in hot water with Bang Chan. Jisung playfully complains but secretly relies on Effy's rescue missions.

“Uhhh Jagi, we have a problem“

“No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting into one“

Jisung and Effy have established anime marathon nights, where they binge-watch their favorite series together. The shared enthusiasm for the characters and storylines becomes a bonding experience.

Effy and Jisung's love for horror movies leads to amusing reactions. Jisung, pretending to be brave, ends up jumping at the scary scenes, and Effy can't help but tease him mercilessly.

"Who is the brave one now, huh?“

Will eventually scare him at night.

Whenever Effy is sad Jisung does his Doraemon voice impression. She always has to laugh because she thinks it is so cute and it maker her sadness dissappear in seconds.

Effy bakes cheescake for them to eat it while watching movies. She often tries different variations, e.g. strawberry cheescakes and makes Han try it.

They go on winter strolls together when snow fell. Almost always building a snow man or having a snow ball fight, which ends up into them wrestling each other in the snow.

They would come home totaly frozen and shivering. When they changed they quickly cuddle up under a blanket on the couch to heat themselves up and start watching something on TV while drinking hot chocolate.

Effy likes to show her affection to Jisung thrugh squishing his cheeks together or hugging him.

He, too, shows his affection through skinship. He plays with her hair when she is nervous to calm her down.

Tries new hairstyles on her when she is studying. Braids her hair, decorates it with little colorfull hair clips or just plays with it to help her stay focused.

“Jagi your hair is so soft“

Rubs her back when she needs encouragement. Holds her hand when they go through crowds.

“Hold on tight so we don’t get lost, okay Jagi?“

"Mom, Chan's giving me that 'disappointed dad' look again. Any chance you could save me from another lecture?"

"Ahh, Ji, you're lucky to have me. But seriously, what did you do this time?!?!"

⤷ Effy and Felix

SHIP NAME: Efflix

HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: My rainy day ☔

HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: My sunshine ☀️

When they first met, they instantly clicked. Felix feels an instant connection with Effy

Like sunshine breaking through the clouds

He cherishes the warmth and positivity she brings into his life.

Says she is like a rainy summer day

In the beginning, Felix found Korean to be a challenging language to grasp. Effy had the same problem.

They talk most of the time in english because it just became a habit.

They enjoy baking together. Most of the time, they are making Felix famous brownies.

They try other recipes too like pastries or cakes.

Felix tries introducing Lizzie to of League of Legends and Genshin Impact.

He explaines the intricate mechanics, strategies, and lore behind these games.

However Effy enjoys more quiet games like Minecraft and Animal Crossing.

They decided to compromise and make gaming "date" nights.

Felix patiently taught Lizzie the basics of League of Legends, emphasizing teamwork and strategy.

On the flip side, Lizzie forced the charm of Animal Crossing onto Felix, trying to teach him how to farm Tarantulas and Scorpions to sell.

Whenever Felix feels sad or everything just gets overwhelming, he comes to Lizzie.

Will probably silently just hug her and burst out into tears.

Lizzie does not want to pressure him into talking or anything, so she just comforts him.

"Take your time, Lixie. It is okay, I’m here"

There are nights when Effy finds herself tossing and turning, unable to find the solace of sleep.

Knowing she can always turn to Felix, Effy often quietly slips into his room.

Might just state a simple "Can't sleep," and Felix responds with a comforting and sleepy smile.

Will scoot over immediately for her to slip under the blanket and gently rubs her back or soothingly strokes her hair.

Holds her in his arms for the whole night.

Warms her up. Sometimes he sings to her quietly if she can’t fall asleep again.

"Why cant you sleep honey, hm? Tell me about it“

“Is this calming you down? Should I stop?“

Their "love language" is skinship.

Their close-knit relationship often sparks rumors among Stays, constanly speculating if they are dating or not.

Lizzie quickly debunks any dating rumors that circulate. She clarifies that their affectionate interactions stem from a deep friendship and a shared understanding.

Effy finds comfort and security in physical contact. She can count herself happy that Felix is the same.

Sends her sweet messages throughout the day

"Hey honey. I hope you have a great day! I baked brownies and saved some for you. Did you eat enough today?"

Scolds Felix because he spends too much time on TikTok. He is like one of those 12 year old boys.

He forces her to do TikToks with him and spams her with videos that are funny (in his opinion).

"Yah, Yongbok stop sending me that unfunny TikToks I beg you"

"Only if you promise we can play Genshin tonight, pleaseeee"

⤷ Effy and Seungmin

SHIP NAME: Seungbeth

HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Ms. Sensitive ✨

HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Meanie 🤚🏻

Was the first one she met (besides Chan). She couldn’t find their record studio and asked him for the way. He looked at her weirdly and asked what she want to do there. She explained that she is joining the group. Somehow he did not get the memo that there will be a new 9th member and had to call Chris to confirm.

Seungmin is meanie number two!! Teases Effy in a different way than Minho but certainly knows how to push her buttons (But it's all in good fun).

At first Lizzie thought he was serious about it, but quickly noticed that he did not mean it in a bad way at all. Effy decided to turn the tables and engage in some teasing of her own.

“I‘m too old to keep up with this shit“

“Then die, Grandpa“

Seungmin helps Effy with singing and training her voice. When she first joined Stray Kids, they spent hours and hours in the recording room practicing. He teached her different techniques and always was patient with her. From time to time she manages to sing his high notes, making him proud.

Effy and Seungmin are in charge of making breakfast at the dorm. Whether they’re making pancakes, eggs, or avocado toast, the kitchen is always filled with laughter and the delicious aroma of breakfast.

Earning praise from the other members for it like

"Ahh its sooo delicious, you’re treating us so well!“

While Effy takes charge of the creativity in the kitchen, Seungmin ensures everything is spotless afterwards. He is the most clean member and it shows. Effy might experiment with new recipes, and Seungmin is there to assist.

Seungmin always tries to get Effy to like baseball. Seungmin takes the time to explain the rules, strategies, and the excitement of the game to Effy. However, most of the times she will just sit there confused and proceed to ask him what they are doing.

“Huh? Why is he running now, I thought he was supposed to hit the ball!“

When Lizzie is studying, Seungmin might make some snippy remarks about it.

“Why are you even trying? Its not like you have a brain“

“Were you dropped on your head as a child? Even a second grader could understand it!“

But will bring her snacks, water, a blanket or coffee without being asked and make not a comment about it. Keeps Effy energized and comfortable while studying. It's his way of showing car.

Seungmin, while not as openly affectionate as some of the other members, has his own subtle and caring ways of showing how much he adores he.

Occasionally holds Effy by the waist when they are on stage/she is singing and gets a little anxious about messing up.

Recognizing when Effy is stressed or tense, Seungmin gives her gentle shoulder rubs.

“Remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither.“

“You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take today off?“

⤷ Effy and I.N.

SHIP NAME: Effyin

HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Maknae Noona 🐞

HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Desert Fox🦊🌵

When Effy first joined Stray Kids, there were several cultural differences and the new environment posed a challenge for her to fully acclimate to the group.

It was Jeongin, the youngest member who took it upon himself to ensure Effy felt welcomed and comfortable.

He said that in some way she also was a Maknae, even if she is older than him.

"I´ll just call you Maknae Noona, how does that sound?"

Jeongin became her unofficial orientation guide. He showed her around the dorm, introduced her to the members, and explained the group's dynamics.

Jeongin organized team-building activities within the group.

Whether it was playing games or going out.

These activities helped Effy integrate.

Lizzie and Jeongin have a mother-son relationship.

When Effy and Chris are fighting, he sends messages to the groupchat like

"Attention! Stay away from the dorm, Mom and Dad are fighting again!"

Jeongin finds comfort in confiding in Effy about his concerns and experiences. Whether it's about the pressures of being the maknae or personal matters, Effy becomes a trusted confidante.

"Innie, your dancing has improved so much. You have nothing to worry about okay?"

Both being music enthusiasts, Effy and Jeongin enjoy exploring record shops together, discovering new albums and sharing their favorite tracks.

Everywhere IN goes, a series of trips and stumbles follow him.

Effy has become a pro at predicting when he's about to take a tumble and subtly offers a helping hand.

"You´re more zombie than human the way you run against everything"

Effy and Jeongin often indulge in late-night mukbang sessions on vlive, trying out various snacks and sharing their favorites.

Jeongin tends to get excited about trying spicy foods, and Effy is always there with a glass of milk to save the day when he underestimates the heat.

"Ahhh Noona you were right it´s too hot it´s too hot!!!"

Thinks Effy is cute when she is angry and teases her with it.

"You´re cute when youre angry"

"Ohh so you think I´m cute when I´m angry? Well get ready because I´m about to be gorgeous!"

IN is the one who wakes up first in the dorm and obviously needs to disturb Effys sleep.

Will go to her room and play loud music until she wakes up.

If that does not work, he will start jumping on her bed.

"Innie I swear! Go away! Let me sleep in peace"

Eventually will lay down with her, softly talk and caress her face while she is half asleep.

"What did you dream last night? I had a dream where I was floating in a sea of bubble tea!"

"Noona, I heard there's a new escape room in town. Let's give it a try! Pleaseee"

"We'll escape in record time!"

#stray kids 9th member #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #skz #changbin #seungmin #lee know #han jisung #bang chan #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #skz 9th member #jeongin #hyunjin #stray kids au #skz au #stray kids fanfic

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k0r3s-smu1 · 7 months

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𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

Part 1

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I don’t think he’d actually talk about his past unless you asked him about it.

If you two had just recently started dating, I see him hesitant to tell you.

But if you two have been going out for a while, then he’ll tell you everything.

As for other things, he might mention stuff about himself randomly, but if you want to know something, just ask him, he’ll tell you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Sometimes he’s passive aggressive with other people, but he has more patience with you.

Still, stupid behavior will irritate him. Especially if it’s in a dangerous situation and you’re supposed to be high ranking.

He loves you but don’t be a dumbass in battle🥰

But in other things, he has more patience. Even if you’re trying to anger him it’ll take a bit of work.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He definitely remembers more about you than any information anyone else gives about themselves.

But he’s still very forgetful. I’m sure you knew that though when you started dating him,

So don’t get mad or disappointed when he fails to remember certain details about you.

Seeing you saddened about this does make him feel bad though, so he started journaling things about you to use as reference. “What was y/n's favorite flower again..?” checks journal “ah, (f/f).”

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You two were fighting in the Muzan battle together. You were both on the verge of death,

And teamed up, back to back. You told you him you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him… here, and in the afterlife as well. You two would go down together.

It was a beautiful confession of love, even if you were already dating him.

With renewed strength, you two fought the hardest you ever had. And survived.

There was nothing quite like that smile of triumph you gave each other.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Protective as hell. This man won’t let any harm come to you.

You don’t have to worry when you’re with him, in public, on missions, at home. You’re always safe. The lives of other people should take priority as a demon slayer, not his girlfriend.

It goes against what he believes, but it’s such a hard choice, and ultimately it's you.

He’ll feel bad afterwards, but he needs you. He hates seeing you hurt in any way.

how could he save some random person over the one he loves the most?

He doesn’t want to be protected. He doesn’t think he needs to be. He’s strong, he’s capable, he’s gone through and seen a bunch of shit, don’t worry about him.

Just hold him in your arms, kiss him and tell him you won’t ever leave. That’s all the security he needs.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Not much effort, I admit… He’s very laid back, and as I described before, dates with him aren’t extravagant or overly romantic. It’s sweet and relaxing, taking comfort in each other's presence.

It’s not too uncommon for him to bring you gifts; he’ll see something cute, think of you and buy it. This is spontaneous, he never really has thoughts like “Today, I’m going to buy something nice for y/n”. He enjoys cooking, cleaning, and doing tasks in general alongside you. He does want to help you, and he wants to be near you, so it's perfect. But anniversaries? Unless you mention it, I don’t think he’d realize it came up. And that goes for other special occasions as well, like your birthday.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Probably the fact he sometimes zones out during important conversations.

You have to snap him out of it.

He might also zone out while you’re lecturing him about something, which is really irritating.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not at all. He barely thinks about things like that. He has more important stuff to worry about.

He knows his time is valuable, while he’s concerned about his appearance, lives are been lost. It’s a waste of time.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

There’s just something missing.

His life was brightened when you came into it, without you?

It’s just not the same. It’s dark again. It’s serious and gloomy and he’s missing all the new feelings you ignited in him. He misses your touch and your voice and your smile and laughter, he misses the warmness in his chest as you cradle him, now it's empty again.

Of course he feels incomplete without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

He can play the flute well if you ask him to. It’s relaxing and puts you to sleep.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Being happy and energetic is fine, but just don’t be super loud. He doesn’t like noisy people.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Sometimes you can hear him mumbling in his sleep.

It’s really soft so most of the time it's incoherent.

Also, his grip on you tends to be loose at first until you move, then it gets really firm.

so you have to wake him up for whatever reason.

What are your thoughts?

#muichiro tokito #muichiro fluff #muichiro x reader #muichiro x reader fluff #muichiro sfw #muichiro sfw alphabet #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny fluff #demon slayer fluff

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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underneath your wings

Summary: you and Vax discover something new about his wings. Or rather what they feel

Tag list - @anxietyfilledwriter @crowfootwrites @whoviancumberbunny @pikesagoat @vaxildussy @hollymac79 @peantbutter-honeycombs

A/N: I just fell in love with his wings and I think they’re GORGEOUS

A/N 2: also posted on my ao3 // word count: 447

After the defeat of Umbrasyl, returning back home to Whitestone felt like a relief long overdue. However, it was shortly lived. Vax was still on edge after the confrontation of Raishan.

The stress and worry lines were visible on his face. It wasn’t lost on you that he was losing sleep over protecting you, Vex, and everyone else. And all in addition to his new responsibilities as the Matron’s Champion.

Knowing Vax liked to clear his head before dawn, you waited outside Whitestone’s tower. Was it entirely accurate he was out on “patrol”, or was it nightmares that plagued sleep?

A distant heavy flap of wings alerted you before a curtain of silken black feathers appeared next to you.

“I thought you would still be asleep by now.”

The yawn gave it away even as you tried to downplay it.

“Felt a bit weird not seeing you nearby. Thought I might sneak out to see where you ran off to.”

“Love, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m—.”

“No—, but Vax, I do. You literally have bags under your eyes, and not the good type like Scanlan’s.”

He gave a weak scoff to play off the concern, but you could see that he was starting to crack under the pressure.

Your heart clenched in sympathy as Vax struggled to find the words for all his doubts and insecurities.

“I—I’m afraid. When we fought Umbrasyl, I almost thought I would lose you and everyone else. And then I saw Her afterwards, and it just felt so—. I know She chose me for a reason, after I interceded for Vex, but every moment feels so fleeting.”

A cracking voice and glistening unshed tears were enough for you to run to him.

“Just one misstep, and I…I could lose the happiness I strive so hard to protect.”

Your hands brushed alongside the edge of his feathers. With a slight shudder, they shook under your touch. You could hear Vax’s breath catch mid-way before you slowly stepped forward.

“You don’t have to be.”

First it was your fingers that traced from the feathers. Then it was along the taut muscles of his arms, forearms.

“Just talk to me. Let me in. Let me be there for you.”

Now, your hands were enclasped in his to use as leverage in pulling yourself closer. Arms wrapped around each other’s waist as he hummed in amusement.

You didn’t lift your head entirely, but your eyes only raised briefly to meet his dark ones. If your magic allowed it, you could hear a heartbeat at a thousand beats per second.

“If you want, we can take this conversation elsewhere….just us two.”

#critical role #tlovm x reader #vox machina #writeblr #critical role x you #my writing #fanfic #vox machina x y/n #vax’ildan #tlovm imagines #tlovm x y/n #vax’ildan vessar #critical role x reader #the legend of vox machina #vox machina x reader #vax’ildan x reader #critical role x y/n #tlovm x you #vox machina x you

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romancemedia · 3 months

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Balto and Jenna's Love Story Clarity

I'm feeling in the mood to watch Balto tonight and while I'm at it, I feel in the mood to clarify a few things about the movie. All the time, I read about how people have different views and ideas about the circumstances about Balto and Jenna's relationship in the movie, but I think the situation itself it pretty clear.

Fans of the movie often wonder/believe Balto and Jenna first met each other at the start of the film and fall in love right afterwards, the typical root of a movie love story, but that's not it. Balto and Jenna already know each other at the start of the film. They are friends and at that point, they are already in love with each other. Balto is well known around town as the wolfdog that nobody likes or trusts from both humans and dogs, so how could Jenna not know about him?

Jenna is one of the only dogs in Nome that is friends with Balto, alongside her owner, Rosy and as it shows when Balto retrieved Rosy's hat, they are already well acquainted with each other.

By the time the film had begun, Balto and Jenna were already friends and already smitten with each other. Like any other couple, they are simply just shy and nervous in expressing their feelings.

And as it shows, although Balto and Jenna maybe shy in admitting how they really feel about each other, it's obvious everyone else... especially to Rosy, Boris and Steele! Both Rosy and Boris are supporters of Balto and Jenna's romance, teasing and encouraging them to be together.

On the other hand, Steele is against their blossoming relationship! Although Steele is a pure husky and is beloved by all the humans and dogs in town, he is jealous of Balto! Balto is the faster dog since he outran Steele at the beginning of the movie and Jenna, the most beautiful dog in town is in love with him.

Steele is aware that Jenna loves Balto and makes a remark about her feelings for the wolfdog early in the film after his failed attempt to ask her on a date.

Steele prides himself. He is the town hero dog, who is the best, most popular and supposedly to be the fastest dog. He has it all and because of that, he believes he should be with Jenna. He has it all and wants it all. Those are Steele's beliefs that he is better, proving what Jenna said was true, Steele is a glory hound who can't handle when he doesn't get his own way or what he wants. This results in Steele bullying Balto, sabotaging his efforts to join the sled team and tries to steal Jenna away.

Balto and Jenna become closer and their feelings stronger after the boiler room scene and that's when things take a shift: Balto and Jenna begin to express and be more open about their feelings! The key moment to prove it is when Jenna's friends confront her about the event and Jenna practically admits her feelings!

Even better, Jenna cheers for Balto during the race to determine which dogs will be joining the sled team!

Gradually the events of the movie continue to bring them closer than ever before as both are amazed by the other. Jenna is moved by Balto's efforts to retrieve the medicine to help Rosy and the children while Balto is in awe of Jenna's bravery; Not only did she follow him, but she fought to protect him from the grizzly bear.

The ending is what is especially sweet and heartfelt. Jenna continues to have faith in Balto's return by seeing through Steele's lies and uses a special trick Balto previously taught her to help lead him and the sled team home... which Balto happily sees and lights up!

And by the end of the movie, Balto and Jenna are reunited and FINALLY Get Together!!!

#Balto #My Thoughts #Balto x Jenna #Steele

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 1 year

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May I request some angsts? Maybe Reader the Bad Batch’s Jedi and when Crosshair turns full imperial, Reader betrays the batch to join him ?

(The Bad Batch) Crosshair x Reader: The Deal

(Author's Note: This request was from a while back. I apologize that it's taken so long!!! I hope you don't mind I tweaked it a bit. Reader isn't a jedi, but fought alongside the squad during the war. I hope you enjoy!).

Word Count: 1,490

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence/sad events in Clone Wars

“________, what are you doing?” Hunter questioned. He stood with arms spread out, blaster pointed down, but grasped firmly in his hand, ready to use if necessary. You could still see the hesitation, the conflict in his eyes.

“My job,” you replied.

The two of you circled each other in an agonizingly slow dance around the clearing of the forest. “I don’t understand why you’re with them. Something’s not right with this Empire, and you know it.”

Of course you knew it.

The events that transpired had been nothing short of horrific. You’d watched the love of your life take aim and try to shoot down a kid. Whether the kid was a traitor or not, the Crosshair you knew wouldn’t have done such a thing - not unless something was seriously wrong. Not to mention he was all too eager to complete the awful mission that Tarkin had assigned the squad, to eliminate “insurgents,” which turned out to be civilians who would not submit to the Empire.

Upon returning to Kamino, they’d taken the sniper away from the rest of you. It took a great effort on the troopers’ part to keep you in the cell while he was escorted out.

It wasn’t long afterwards that the squad managed to escape.

During the confrontation on the landing platform, you stayed behind while the others escaped with their gear aboard the Marauder.

Crosshair had given the order to have you placed in a new cell until further notice.

Something definitely changed in him since they took him away. There was a new resolve in his demeanor, but not a resolve against the orders of the Empire.

Even so, he visited you. It made you hopeful every time you saw his face on the other side of the cell’s barriers, like perhaps he’d come to his senses. But each time, your hopes crashed to the ground after a few minutes of gazing at each other in tense silence before he’d place a toothpick between his teeth and leave.

Something was definitely wrong.

One day, a pair of troops approached, lowering the shield so that you could exit the cell. They escorted you down a few hallways until you arrived at a door. It slid open to reveal a typical Kaminoan meeting room- plain white with a few chairs in front.

A man you didn’t recognize walked in wearing Imperial military garb. He dismissed the other troops before approaching you with hands folded behind his back, speaking courteously.

“Ah, so you’re ________. It is a pleasure.”

You lifted a brow. “Have we been introduced?”

“Indeed not. This is our first meeting. I am Admiral Rampart. You’re probably wondering why you’ve been brought here.”

You didn’t dignify him with a response to his statement. You only shook your head, changing the subject. “Where’s Crosshair?”

“See, that is precisely why you’re here.”

“What?”

“I witnessed your interaction with him, though briefly. The two of you seem to have a bond.”

“That’ll happen when you’ve been on as many missions as we have. Our entire squad has a bond.”

“But yours with CT-Nine-Nine-Zero-Four is different.”

You clamped your mouth shut, not wanting to give him any more reason to believe his theory. He was entirely on the mark, but who knew what he would do with this information?

Rampart chuckled, idly walking to the other side of the room to glance out the viewport at the stormy seas outside. “There’s no need to be alarmed. The Republic discouraged such relationships, but you may come to find that the Empire is a little more lenient.”

You snapped your gaze toward him in surprise. He turned his head to give you a sideways glance. His tone remained light, breezy, as he continued.

“You are an experienced soldier, having previously assisted Clone Force Ninety-Nine on many missions, like you said.” Rampart unclasped his hands. “Very impressive military record. It makes you a prime candidate for my new program as a conscripted soldier.”

“And why would I ever do that?”

“Because you could face criminal charges as an insurgent. You are a traitor against the Empire, after all. Or you could put your skills to use. You could take advantage of this opportunity and remain at CT-Nine-Nine-Zero-Four’s side.”

“Crosshair,” you interjected.

He paused, repeating the name like it was a foreign language, trying to hide the disdain in his tone. “Yes, Crosshair’s, side.”

You tore your gaze from Rampart’s, experiencing a weight like that of the entire galaxy on your chest. What this man was offering was not at all what you’d been expecting.

“You’ve seen how we deal with traitors, _________,” he urged. “This is the opportunity of a lifetime. You can make a difference. You will be able to serve the galaxy. You and CT- Crosshair won’t be separated again.”

When you did not immediately reply, he nodded. “I can see you need some time to think. I will summon you again tomorrow. Give me your answer then.”

That night, you saw nothing but Crosshair’s face in your dreams.

The rest was history.

So there you were, following orders to assist in tracking down the Bad Batch as an Imperial soldier. You wished it wasn’t so. You wished Crosshair wouldn’t be so adamant about finding his old squad, and you wished he didn’t order you to accompany him on these chases.

You and Hunter continued to circle each other, blasters in hand. His initial bewilderment gave way to confusion and disappointment at seeing you poised to capture them.

“What happened?” he asked. “I know they have Crosshair under their control with that chip, but they can’t have brainwashed you.”

“I didn’t leave with you guys,” you answered with a shrug. “I was worried about Crosshair. After being imprisoned again on Kamino, my options were pretty limited. It was either go on trial for crimes against the Empire, or this.”

Hunter’s shoulders relaxed, and he removed his helmet to reveal hope in his eyes. He lowered his blaster. “Now is your chance, ________. Come with us.”

“I…I can’t.” You shook your head. “The reason I took this deal…”

Hunter’s gaze softened as realization dawned on him. “It was to stay with him, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I can’t leave now, not with all of the shady things going on.”

A million and one questions roamed around Hunter’s mind at your words, but time was short. “So this is it. This is how it has to be.”

“I’m afraid so.” You grasped your blaster tighter, stealing a glance over your shoulder. Thinking quickly, you fired a few shots into the dirt just in front of him. You had to make it appear that you weren’t on his side, but it seemed Hunter saw through your attempt.

Hunter put his helmet back on and gave you one last nod before disappearing into the brush.

You exhaled, preparing an explanation that your superior would undoubtedly demand.

Crosshair’s armored form emerged from the forest to your right, carrying his rifle. “Where’d they go?”

“They escaped.” You could almost feel Crosshair’s skeptical eyes boring into you through his visor as he walked over to stand directly in front of you.

“Is that so?”

Crosshair’s helmet tilted down as he observed the blaster marks in the dirt.

“I see. How… unfortunate.”

He had to know. He had the sharpest eyes and never missed a thing. It’s not like the direction of your blaster marks made sense. Not to mention you’d simply given up on the chase.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for Crosshair to point these things out, but the comments never came. He merely reached up with his fingers to tilt your chin so that you would face his visor. The silent exchange was brief, but made your heart race for a different reason. He turned and started back toward the ship, and you knew that was your cue to follow.

His behavior was most intriguing. You were certain that he would’ve said something. You’d never hindered him in a chase before, but that was only because he’d never come this close to capturing the squad. Now that he finally had his opportunity, you’d foiled it- and obviously so- yet he didn’t mention it.

Unless he wanted them to escape.

Could it be? If that was the case, then why was he the one always petitioning his superiors for permission to go after the squad if he was going to let them get away?

Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Each day seemed to bring about new mysteries. You missed the Batch. Funny enough, even though Rampart had kept true to his end of the deal that you wouldn’t be parted from Crosshair, you found yourself missing Crosshair. He was there, but it often didn’t feel like he was there.

You could only hope that your quiet investigations would amount to something, that you’d find a way to set him free.

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mlmxreader · 10 months

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Trust In Me | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hey! Could I please request the following for Alfie Solomons X male!reader: "Tell him, tell him that I-"+"Y'know what? Nevermind"+"Never wanted anybody more than I wanted you" Just an idea, maybe they've known each other a while and reader is in love with Alfie but he doesn't think Alfie feels the same way and boy is he wrong! Thanks so much, seriously I appreciate it so much! 🐍anon

summary: you and Alfie have always trusted one another, more than willing to put your lives in each other's hands without needing to think about it. But maybe it's not just trust.

tws: swearing, mentions of war and violence, depictions of shellshock/trauma

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You never thought that Alfie would look at you the way that you looked at him; you didn't expect him to, either. Even if he was there when the war crept back in on you, holding onto you gently and trying to reassure you that the war was over. The treaty had been signed.

You never had to hear another shell or mortar.

You never had to take another boy's life.

He was there when you screamed and broke, able to see the greenish yellow gas slowly creep through the streets of Camden, desperate to scramble to higher ground and cover your mouth, nose and eyes. He was there when your hands shook and you wept, weeping for all the schoolboys that had joined the war; staring at your hands and wishing the blood would wash away.

Alfie was there, even in your worst times. He was always there. But he was also there for the good times, too. When you hummed marching songs as you cooked in the shared kitchen, he would sit at the table reading his papers and smiling to himself.

He was there when you would be making the beds and telling him all about some subject you had read about in a book; always listening so keenly and offering the odd grumble to let you know that he hadn't stopped listening. If there was any constant in your life, it was Alfie.

But you knew that a man like him would never want to be with a man like you.

After all, he had hired you to look after his office; you cleaned it, you organised documents and appointments, you ensured that the legal was separate from the illegal. You never batted an eye, and Alfie trusted you enough to handle the more sensitive documents and information.

Alfie would surely never look at you as anything more than a friend, perhaps a brother but definitely a comrade; you fought alongside one another often enough during the war to be sure of that much. Alfie trusted you.

Of course, two men living together in such close quarters was often frowned upon to say the least, but when it came to you and Alfie, it was different; they understood that you had certain reasons to keep close to someone who had been through the same things through the war.

Many soldiers lived together afterwards, when the shellshock got to them. It helped in certain cases, so people turned a blind eye.

Things were different than usual today, though.

Your breath was trembling and shallow, hardly able to breathe in and more than unable to breathe out; you crashed into Alfie, arms around him tightly as you buried your face against the side of his neck.

Confused, Alfie frowned as he clung onto you.

"You alright? Somethin' happen?"

You nodded. "They, they, they said I'd, I did, I didn't, I done something bad."

He clenched his jaw. "Who?"

You could only whimper as you fought for the comfort that only he could provide; Alfie's jaw loosened, and he licked his lips as he sighed heavily.

He had an idea of who it was already. The same pricks as always; they had come from Birmingham, answered to some cunt Alfie didn't care about too much.

They always tried to pick you apart to get under your skin; they were more than aware that you were Alfie's weakness. He growled under his breath, shaking his head.

"Alright, alright, I got you," he reassured. "I ain't gonna let 'em hurt you, don't worry."

He would make sure that they paid. He knew what they were doing.

Telling you about the blood on your hands that wouldn't wash off, the bite marks that lice had left on your skin, the scars from barbed wire and bayonets. Telling you that, by fighting in a war you never supported, you were somehow to blame for the bloodshed.

It wasn't your fault, Alfie knew that. You had to join, just as he did.

If you had not joined, you would have been branded cowards and forced into social exile; his business would have failed, you would have been out on the streets. You would have both starved to death.

"C'mere," he huffed, guiding you over to the living room and pulling you onto his lap once he had sat down. "I'm with you, I ain't leavin' you."

Alfie couldn't bear it. He never wanted to leave you alone as it was, he never wanted to be far from you; the nights when you cuddled into his side were always so warm and so gentle.

The sight of your smile made even the most burnt toast smell like rosemary.

The sound of your smile was better than any music he had ever heard. Alfie adored you, if he was honest, and to see you so shaken and so panicked was just… he hated it.

He blamed himself, more than anything.

"C'mon, sunshine," he murmured. "Tell Ole Alfie what's goin' on - in your own time, though, mind. I got all fuckin' year when it comes to you."

You were trembling. He knew the signs all too well.

Those cunts, those absolute bastards, had sank so low that they had forced you back to the war; they had tied you to a rock in No Man's Land and left you for dead.

His jaw clenched, and it took everything in him not to get Ollie to keep an eye on you so he could hunt them down himself; but you were more important.

You were always more important.

It didn't matter when or where you called, Alfie always answered. He always would.

"They told me to tell you," your words were slow, like there were razors in your throat that only dug in further against the flesh with each syllable, "they said to… tell him, tell him that I-"

"Y'know what? Nevermind about it," Alfie told you gently. "Don't worry about them cunts. I'm gonna do to 'em what you did for me in Verdun. So don't you fuckin' worry."

Shakily, you nodded. "Alfie…"

"You don't have to tell me you love me," he mumbled. "I already know. Figured out the day you fuckin' looked at me differently after we managed to get away from those fuckin' shells. I know. I know that."

"But I…"

"You thought I didn't return it?" Alfie tutted. "Mate, I've never wanted wanted anybody more than I wanted you… but I never fuckin' told you 'cause I never wanted you to fuckin' worry about more shit. You got enough on that plate of yours."

"Alfie listen to me," your voice broke as you sniffled. "I don't… we can't be together…"

"Why?"

"My head," you whispered. "Something's wrong in my head."

"So we'll see a doctor," Alfie told you. "I'll get you the fuckin' best there is, and we can work together, innit? Get you stable. Everythin' else can fuckin' wait. I'd wait for you for a thousand years if you asked me to."

"I don't want you to wait..."

"Well..." he let out a soft sigh. "Why don't we go see my mum for a few days? We can stay with her, see if bein' alone, just us, helps... and I know how much you fuckin' adore her cookin' in all."

You dared to crack a small smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he hummed, giving your leg a soft pat. "Go on, pack your bags. I'll ring her and tell her we're comin'."

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arikad0 · 4 days

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Cadel and Szene have really cool designs! What’s their backstory?

sorry for the late reply but thank you so much!!

Cadel and Szene are two major characters in my story, Oricien. Szene is the leader of the mercenary group the main character, Maizie, is a part of and Cadel is her right hand man. they are also husband and wife :)

I could talk about the backstory of these two for AGES but I'll just sum up the main events in point form to save time akdjslfn

•Cadel is secretly the proper heir to the throne in Oricien's world, but was imprisoned by his father due to him not viewing him as worthy of the title. Cadel was declared legally dead, and his childhood best friend was made next in line instead. Cadel escaped imprisonment with help from another childhood friend of his, and fled out of fear of being imprisoned again or killed (the only one who knows all this is Szene)

•Szene was born into a family well renowned bounty hunters alongside 7 siblings (the most notable being another main cast member, Zepto) and grew up constantly being praised and admired by the other residents of her village. she ended up marrying her childhood best friend, Taryn, and the two ended up having a daughter together. unfortunately over time, Taryn became abusive and manipulative towards Szene, but she refused to leave him

•Cadel arrived in the village a couple years after Szene's daughter was born, and was hired to help with a job that Zepto was assigned to. the two quickly became fast friends, and Zepto introduced Cadel to Szene. Cadel and Szene also quickly developed a strong friendship, and the three ended up spending a lot of time together, much to the anger of Taryn. Szene started spending even more time with Cadel after introducing him to her daughter, mostly because her daughter became extremely attached to him and would always want to spend time with "fun uncle Cadel"

•Cadel, along with Zepto, expressed concern about Taryn's treatment of Szene, but she would constantly brush them off and say that it was nothing to worry about and she could handle it. this didn't sit right with the two, but they told Szene they could come to them if she needed anything, and mutually agreed to keep an eye on things from the side in order to not make the situation worse

•this all came to a head when Taryn's abuse ended up becoming directed towards his and Szene's daughter. Szene defended her daughter and quickly fled with her. she went to Zepto for help, and Cadel was made aware of the situation shortly after. the three agreed to flee the village together, since Szene and Zepto's family took their high reputation very seriously and wouldn't take the news of Szene leaving her husband well at all, even with the events surrounding it

•the three decided to become mercenaries in order to get some extra funds, most of which went to Szene's daughter. this also helped Szene keep her mind off of what had happened with Taryn

•a few months after the three started their mercenary group, Cadel and Szene started to develop feelings for each other and eventually ended up in a relationship. they married a little while afterwards

•one day, Szene and Cadel found a job that paid extremely well, and asked Zepto to watch over their daughter, which was very common. everything was going normal until Zepto and his niece were attacked by [redacted but very important character], and while Zepto tried to defend his niece, he was knocked out cold. Szene and Cadel returned just in time to see what was happening, and as much as they tried to save Zepto and their daughter, unfortunately their daughter was killed in the attack. Szene and Cadel fought back, but they were overpowered, and Szene lost her eye in the process

that's the basic gist of their backstory!! it's extremely simplified and I left out a couple things due to spoilers but yeah akdnskfn

#asks #oricien

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oliwonders · 6 months

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Hamilton lyric changes (or just changes in general) (feat me n my brother's s/is :p)

adding Oliver and Max to the "We fought with him" part (Alexander Hamilton)

Lafayette urging Oliver to join their little idk freestyling?? session only for her to shake her head and just watch + she says "Who are YOU???" at the same time as John (Burr, Sir)

again, Oliver doesn't sing for this part, but John recognizes her in his part by looking over at her during the "You and I; do or die," verse (My Shot)

in the majority of the songs they're together in, John ALWAYS has an armed tossed around Oliver's shoulders. so as they're all out of breath in the beginning of this song, he's got her leaning against him as he makes the toast to freedom, and acknowledges her more than once (Story of Tonight)

Alexander acknowledging Oliver when Washington makes him his right hand man "Ollie, Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis De Lafayette; okay what else?" (Right Hand Man)

you know that part where Angelica and Alexander look at each other for a bit at the ball? imagine that but also with Oliver and Eliza (Winter's Ball)

despite how she feels, Oliver stays sober (along with Alexander and Aaron) so she can watch over the boys as they always do,, mostly John, but the other two are drunk, too, so. (Story of Tonight Reprise)

Oliver staying behind with John to write stuff with him and Hamilton, but leaves just in time for Charles Lee's epic appearance (Stay Alive)

near the end of this song, John turns and sees Oliver with a look he knows all too well on her face and goes after her after she walks off stage, as everyone else chants "Meet him inside" (Ten Duel Commandments + Meet Me Inside)

during the war and some moments prior to it, Oliver, as lieutenant, and Alexander, as second in command, work really well together, and get along well,, but for this song? this song is their spiral downhill, as John was Oliver's childhood best friend- and her first friend upon coming to America, and was,, like, Alexander's lover. big part of their lives. so the foreshadowing in "We fought with him," is like Oliver saying she fought alongside Alexander during the war, but, after this song, she still helps him out with his political shit, but they're always at one anothers throats. the only times they can get along is whenever they're hating Jefferson. other than that? not even Eliza can get them in a room together properly outside of work anymore. (Laurens' Interlude)

hmmmmm methinks this of a kinda duet with Burr and Oliver,, "Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon, that attitude may be your doom." "Why do you always say what you believe? Every proclamation guarantees free ammunition for your enemies." (Non-Stop)

During the "I've been in Paris meetin' lots of different ladies" part, Max rolls his eyes as Jefferson says it, and when Jefferson winks at him afterwards, he shakes his head in exasperation and waves him off, prompting the other to laugh. and during "Sally, be a lamb, darling, won't you open it?" part, it's now Max instead of Sally, and he rolls his eyes but opens the letter and deadpans as Jefferson dances around him (What'd I Miss?)

(bonus: "Now who's waiting for us when we step in the place? Our friend, James Madison, red in the face!" as another change of lyrics for "What'd I Miss?" which acknowledges Max, too)

(my brother came up with this one) when Alexander says "Don't lecture us about the war, you didn't fight in it!" Max almost jumps in because he literally helped supply them the shit they needed while he was in France but Madison grabs his arm before he can push Jefferson to the side (Cabinet Battle #1)

When they're showing Phillip the pamphlet, Oliver gently gets Phillip away from all that, and while she's walking Phillip out she GLARES at Hamilton. because she gave up her hopes for having something with Elizabeth so that she could be happy with Alexander, only for him to have an affair. multiple times. in his own house. (The Reynolds Pamphlet)

(my brother came up with this one too :D) Oliver outlives everyone with Eliza, and helps to tell their stories,, im adding on that Max also outlives with them. Oliver mainly helps with speaking out against slavery, Max mainly helps with the orphanage, and all three of them interview the soldiers that fought at Alexander's side. Max dies first but it doesn't take Oliver long to follow, but as Max was to die at Oliver's side, Oliver dies at Eliza's side <3 (Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story)

#WOOOOO IM DONE #oli wonders; hamilton

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fantasyinvader · 11 months

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This talk of the three flames and how they correlate to the three lords has me thinking, Gronder is less of a clusterfuck than it appears. I mean, sure, it’s a fog map (in-universe, not mechanically) symbolizing how none of the three lords are thinking clearly but there’s more to it than that. It’s the moment where the balance of power shifts in Fodlan, and to understand why we need to look at what holds each army back.

If the Eagles are afflicted with attachment issues, then they’re out of it in Silver Snow. Byleth has already decided to fight Edelgard despite their connection, but the dialogue makes it clear they’re not motivated by hate. If anything, they wish they could knock some sense into Edelgard without killing her. In liberating the Great Bridge, they’ve taken too many casualties and need time to recuperate. Claude used them in order to regain control of the Bridge and march on the Empire, possibly intentionally due to Claude’s hatred towards the Church. Even if the player wants to join Dimitri at Gronder, they’re prevented from doing so by Seteth. Someone steps in to prevent Byleth from doing something foolish, something Dimitri didn’t have and led to his demise.

At Gronder, while Dimitri and Claude will lead their troops from the frontlines Edelgard hangs in the back. You even see this in the cutscene. She’ll just throw wave after wave of soldiers at the enemy, putting them between her and her enemies. She’ll even use one as bait to a trap, luring soldiers onto a hill she will set on fire with a sniper that can’t move from that position. If Bernadetta is on her side, she will be the sacrifice despite them being classmates. Edelgard’s leadership here severely weakens the Imperial army, enough so that the Church can swoop in and defeat her afterwards. We don’t know exactly why these guys all fought for Edelgard. Was it her own charisma, duty to their country, or was it due to the fact that Edelgard got Caspapa on her side (with the promise of giving him control of the Alliance) and these guys gladly go into battle for his sake. The fact that Caspapa will sacrifice himself to save his men while Edelgard sacrifices them stands out in this regard. The other Eagles there are Petra, someone who will fight for Edelgard’s will according to a later map, and Hubert, someone in love with Edelgard.

Attachment is what wrecks the Imperial army here, and us severing our ties to Edelgard in part saved us. Really fits with Silver Snow’s story if you think about it. Rhea letting go of Sothis and seeing Byleth as their own person leads to her survival, Edelgard herself abandons her attachment in order to move forward, while not breaking up with Ed appears to ultimately result in Sothis’s heart breaking and her leaving behind the piece that was attached to you when she leaves (according to my interpretation of the Japanese text of the S support, where she says “the stone in your bosom” aka her heart, “shattered”).

Dimitri the Boar Prince is tied to delusion/ignorance, but it’s not “he’s crazy” or “he wrongly thinks Edelgard is guilty.” It’s what Dimitri believes that’s the problem. His survivor’s guilt over Duscur leads to the belief that he has to live for the sake of those who died, avenging them at any cost. It also makes him suicidal. He’s not in a mindset to lead, especially considering he knows the Empire was involved with the incident, but it’s pointed out that rather than stopping him his retainers go along with his orders.

The player can too in Azure Moon, but the player can also challenge him. In non-Moon routes, however, this ultimately leads to his death as well as the deaths of those who follow him. He even goes after the Alliance in this state during Gronder, intent to send them to hell alongside the Empire.

But in Moon, he’s left with a reality check due to the Rodrigue’s death. A death that’s the result of someone seeking revenge on him. And in the aftermath, Byleth teaches Dimitri what he really needed to learn. How to live, something he lacks in other routes and in Hopes. Knowledge is the solution to delusion/ignorance. It was this knowledge Dimtiri needed to learn, not the truth of Duscur, and because he did his poison stops fueling his actions.

Inversely, Claude’s issue isn’t ignorance/delusion/hostility/ill will. It’s hatred/aversion. He uses Byleth and the Church in order to free the Great Bridge so he could march on the Empire, allowing them to suffer the casualties in his stead. He doesn’t even tell them he was going to do so or offer to join them, he just leaves them in his dust. This action results in the Alliance army, including the other Deer, to be wiped out. Claude, according to word of God, flees Fodlan afterwards and in doing so leaves the Alliance to rot. He doesn’t go back to work with the Church, or even leave them anything. His master plan backfires and he just fucks off.

He’s not rampaging like Edelgard and Dimitri…at least in Houses. Hopes!Claude would fit right in with Edelgard and the Boar Prince.

But in Verdant Wind Claude works with Byleth. His former teacher and friend who just happens to now be the leader of the Church Claude believes is the reason Fodlan is “closed off”. During Wind, Claude does learn that his beliefs on this were misinformed, showing that he can be open-minded and willing to accept that he was wrong.

But then we consider Dimitri’s death. On of Claude’s supports MUST be completed by Gronder, showing it does have an effect on him. I believe it’s the B+ support, where he talks about belief in Gods and how a God might have empathized with him by allowing Byleth into his life. But at Gronder, think about it. Dimitri is believed to have let his hatred rule him. Claude saw where that leads, was able to come out on top because of the support of Byleth and the Church despite his aversion to religion in general. If Claude isn’t open to the possibility of Gods looking out for people before that event, his relationship with Byleth can’t progress.

Not to mention, you know, how he learns the truth about Rhea, Nemesis, the Relics, Nabateans and the Agarthans, An entire faction that is ruled by their hate, who used Edelgard and Nemesis as tools for their revenge…and tried to use Claude as well.

Claude lets go of his hatred/aversion towards religion, and in doing so frees up his mind to see the truth. A truth that includes Rhea and the Church being good for Fodlan, and results in him changing Almyra to be more of a trading nation to knock down boundaries rather than simply invading other countries.

Meanwhile, you don’t get Gronder in Flower. Edelgard can’t learn any lesson here…but even then, we see how she continues to use people afterwards. Still tries to manipulate others, unwilling to compromise in her path, still an asshole.

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