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uwuwriting · 4 years

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How they propose w/ Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Kuroo

Request: Oikawa, kuro and iwa proposing to their long term girlfriend??? -anonymous

Hi it’s me back again. *if anyone knows from which song this is I’m gonna give them a cookie no cap*. I’m back with another one and this one is just the cutest thing ever. Oikawas’ is a little dumb and goofy but I believe he would do something like that. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warning: fluff and some dorkiness.

Oikawa Toru

-Okay so he is obsessed with tik tok....and his proposal kinda made it on tik tok.

-Its a nice cutesy proposal I swear he’s just overly proud of himself.

-You had just moved in with him in Argentina.

-Somehow you managed to get a job in your field in the town next to his place so when you told him that well you were moving to Argentina he didn’t hesitate to ask you to move in with him.

-He misses you way too much, the distance makes it hard for him to feel your comfort.

-He would never dream of breaking up with you; he would make it work even if it killed him.

-So it’s been a month and a half of living together and he is in heaven.

-He knew that he wanted to marry you for some time now.

-Since that moment at the airport the day he was leaving.

-Iwaizumi was there along side Matsu and Hanamaki.

-The three dumbasses were bawling their eyes out while you were semi chocking him.

- “Call me when you land okay? I wanna know how jet lagged you feel.”

-The sad smile on your face was enough to make him spill them tears, a sad smile of his own taking its seat on his face.

- “You’ll make fun of me again.”

- “It’s part of my duties as your girlfriend you beautiful dumbass.”

-And right there with you hands on either of his cheeks and tears in your eyes he knew that he would wife you up.

-Now he has been planning this for some time.

-He went all the way to California to find Iwa so they could pick a ring together.

-Both of them needed a ring but anyways.

-After obtaining the ring....he hid it for a few weeks.

-He would wake up everyday ten minutes earlier than usual and just ask you to marry him while you were still asleep.

-Once he was satisfied with the amount of times he has said it he gets up and is out the door.

-He took you to meet his team.

-he wanted to do it then but he chickened out.

-So what does he do?

-He sulks on tik tok.

-Until he comes across a video of a girl stepping into the shower with her boyfriend and pretends that she wants to ask him something important.

-Of course that was a very dumb way to ask you something so big but he got an adrenaline jump and five minutes of dumb courage.

-He sets up his phone right outside the shower curtain and just walks in with you.

- “Hi?!”

- “Hi”

-*giggles* “Can I help you mister?”

-And here is where things take a turn because doubts start to make their way into his head and his palms are getting sweaty-

- “Toru love are you alright?”

- “Marry me.”

-The video went viral, the squad clowned him until your first child was born and your kids laugh with the story till this day.

Iwaizumi Hajime

-Unlike his best friend he took this wayyyy to chill.

-It popped up in his head one night before one of your visits.

-His roommate had asked him why he stayed in a long distance relationship.

- “Is she really so worth it man? You could have a chick in your bed every night and not wait for her visits every three months.”

- “You cannot imagine how worth it she is.”

- “You sound like you wanna marry her dude.”

-And from that point on he couldn’t get it out of his head.

-Sure he had imagined your future before.

-The house you’ll have and where he would like to go on your honeymoon, what your kids might look like and what kind of mom you would be.

-But all of it was pure speculation.

-He just wanted to see how it would feel to be so domestic.

-So here he is almost a whole year after that night, choosing a ring along side Oikawa.

-This dumbass had taken the decision to get married too quickly and had called Iwa very VERY panicky and in need of some comfort.

-They both picked their respective rings and hid the velvety boxes deep in their pockets, the two best friends saying their goodbyes and heading off to their missions.

-Now Iwa wanted this to be as lass forced and too thought out as possible.

-He believes that these things are best done in privacy and only netween the two partners.

-So he doesn’t plan anything out.

-He waits for the moment when it feels right.

-And that’s why it took him over a year to actually ask you.

-Of course it wasn’t such an improptu move like Oikawas’, he was a little less tik tok-y???

-You had ordered tak out and were eating in your shared apartment.

-After graduation you got transferred to the USA and were placed near Iwa so now just like Oikawa you lived together.

-It has been a nice calm year of just domesticated fluff.

-You were telling him about your day, how one of your co-workers ate your boss’s pretchel and they flipped.

-Or how you saw a dog dressed as a hotdog right next to a hotdog stand.

-And that’s when he just drops the bomb.

-He has been keeping the small velevt box in his pocket ever since he bought it.

-Wordlessly standing up he makes his way to your side of the table and drops to one knee.

- “I’m pretty sure you know already that I believe you are my soulmate. My other half and I couldn’t begin to imagine my life without you in it. Not even a month without you. That being said, it would make me the happiest man in the world if you would give me the honor of calling you Ms. Iwaizumi. For the rest of our lives; until we are old and wrinkly with our family running around us. Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

-You were crying at this point, nodding your head since the moment he called you his other half.

-Of course you said yes and some bomb sex followed.

-Oikawa and his now wife, were so happy to hear that Iwa finally gathered the courage to ask you.

Kuroo Tetsuro

-Baby!!!!

-He may be nasty but he is my og husband.

-Actually my second og husband.

-The first one is Akaashi.

-He bought the ring the same day he decided to ask you.

-He had been in a meeting and he was bored out of his mind so he texted you.

-You two started off by making fun of each other and ended up playing one of those dumb facebook games.

-He was letting out small giggles here and there which mind you were barely audible but the guy next to him heard them alrtight.

- “Talking with the missus eh?”

-Kuroo couldn’t control himself when he answered.

- “Yeah.”

-His coworker let out a chuckle at the sight of Kuroo’s face of surprise at his own words.

- “It was about time you wifed her. You two are so in love it almost makes me jealous.”

- “Jealous that you don’t have a beating heart Kai?”

-He got slapped....moving on.

-So with that he called you once the meeting was over and informed you of his plans for tonight.

- “Get dressed baby I’m taking you out for dinner tonight.”

- “What’s the occassion mister?”

- “It’s something special. Be ready by 9 I’ll pick you up from our apartment. Oh and could you please wear that gorgeous red dress of yours?”

- “The satin one? The one I can’t wear a bra with?”

- “You without a bra is just a bonus baby.”

- “You are a horny idiot Tetsu.”

-Now he was out on a mission.

-The mission of the ring.

-So he needed to call on the fellowship.

-Thirty minutes later Kenma, Yaku and Daichi were waiting for him at the local Starbucks.

-Alas the fellowship of the ring.

-These four idiots could barely agree on a single thing.

-Gave the shopkeepers a headache.

-But finally FINALLY they decided on one.

-Patting their friend on the back they were off, hoping that you would say yes.

-Apart from Kenma who prayed to the rain gods that you finally open your eyes and see what you are dating.

-While at the restaurant he was quieter than usual.

-He would let you talk and talk and talk about everything and anything with giving you only small nods or hums.

-He was so caught up in his head that he couldn’t see th worry in your eyes.

- “Tetsu, is everything okay? “

-And there was his oportunity.

- “Actually something is kinda bothering me and you are the only one who can help.”

-He slowly got up and made his way to your side.

- “You remember a few months back when you joked about us getting married? Or that other time when you said that I would make a great dad? Well I guess tonight will determine all of that.”

-He kneeled down and opened the small box rubbing your knee with his other hand.

- “Y/N L/N will you help me make those dreams reality?”

-Kenma disapproves.

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 30

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TRIGGER WARNING! This chapter is a horror movie. There's blood, gore and psychological horror elements. Lemme know if it was actually scary - I'm desensitized to this shit. This was written to come out on Halloween but I was too slow with writing.

Wooden floor creaking behind me, I couldn't feel the cold of it, not even a single splinter piercing the arches of them, I ran like my life depended on it. The darkness behind me was alive; it breathed, pulsated, spreading along the walls of the hallway like mold. The hallway seemed to be endless.

As soon as I realized that, I noticed that it, in fact, did have an end and not a door was in sight; that quickly proved to br also just a trick of the eye - there were doors, the hallway was riddled with them, each one dark, identical and placed neatly about five feet apart. With shaking hands, I turned the knob, slamming the door behind me with a loud bang.

Panting, I let myself slide against the door, eyes closed, sheet landing in a puddle of white fabric on the floor around me. First five seconds passed quietly; then, a noise interrupted my panicked thinking and my eyes flew open as the scene in front of me produced more confusion.

The familiar scene of the pond behind my grandparents' stables, the poppies - a splash of blood red against the dull greens and browns - swaying in the breeze. A Dora the Explorer bucket hat and a six-year-old me, hair in pigtails, poking at a spot of moist soil with a large stick.

I knew where this was going yet I couldn't pull my eyes away from the scene that was going to unfold. A stallion my parents had recently bought, ill-tempered and moody, jumping over the low fence and galloping noisily right at mini-me. The terrified animal was screaming yet I was oblivious to it's distress, too busy trying to fish out earthworms out of the wet ground. Almost in slo-mo, mini-me noticed the running, screaming animal and bolted for safety, its hooves missing my little body barely by a feet.

I felt the cold water of the pond on my skin. It was dirty and blooming at the time, musky smell assaulting my senses, murky water choking the life out of both versions of me. In the distance, I noticed a much younger and slimmer dad sprinting full-speed towards the splashing child in the pond. He was screaming something and I leaned in, trying to hear him better.

The scene vanished into thin, wispy smoke. My head was once again clear and the suffocating dread and panic subsided, letting me take in several deep breaths and try to assess the situation calmly. I had survived that accident, even successfully overcame my fear of swimming later on.

Hands shaking and heart fluttering like a frightened bird, I recoiled from the locked door when it began to rattle, the noise deafening in the eerie quiet of the house.

The shadows were taunting me. Trapping me in my worst fears, making me relive my worst memories. The artifact needed something from me - what was it? I wondered, tucking the sheet in some semblance of a toga and standing up to explore the room. Save for a few outdated pieces of furniture, it was cold and empty, void of life. Nowhere to hide.

I paced the room, coming to a halt next to the heavy, thick velvet curtains. Expecting to see a window behind them, I was surprised with another old wooden door with a bent handle that had gathered an impressive layer of dust. With rattling behind me increasingly growing in volume, I had no other option but to press it down and quickly dart into the next dark room.

Clint. Lifeless eyes wide open, his body laying at my feet, sheet-white and rust coloured stains adorning his mouth, nails black and broken as if he'd been clawing at the dilapidated wooden floors. I backed away from him, further into the room - the archer's body began to move and tremble, tiny little gashes appearing on every inch of exposed skin. The thing that was breaking out of him glowed, pale blue and sickly.

"That's not..." I whispered to myself. "Clint is alive," As if I had been doused with cold water, the images of MAFS incident seeped into my mind, the what-ifs of my past actions weighing heavily and clouding my mind with guilt.

"Come on, we don't have much time," Steph's voice appeared behind my back, loud and out of nowhere. I was rightfully sceptical about the reality of him - while his face was the usual, tense expression of boredom, he stood differently. I couldn't describe the difference if I tried; it just felt wrong. Like a puzzle piece was missing.

"I don't think so, demon dude," Squaring my shoulders once again, I prepared myself for the inevitable pain.

"Who?" The copycat asked, faking concern surprisingly well. "It's the artifact. It's making you see things that aren't real," With a wave of his hand, the door flew open, exposing the hallway filled with the void that was chasing me previously.

"Oh what I saw was real alright," I countered, tilting my head to examine the entity. Unknowingly, it had given itself away - Stephen's magic always glowed gold and orange, in the sense that he wasn't like Loki - Strange's spells were always visible. "I'd rather you kill me then spread your vile disease beyond this... Space," With none of the bravery I actually had, bluff came surprisingly easy. Perhaps, I really was ready to die so my friends and family could live.

Not-Stephen tsked and grinned maliciously, once again waving his hands about. "Killing you? So barbaric and an absolute waste of potential." The shadows pushed something into the gaping hole of the doorway, something curled up in a fetal position and whimpering. The entity picked up the man by the shoulders, forcing him to kneel in front of it, teary baby browns staring back at me, wide with terror.

Tony. My feet took an involuntary step forward, where my Tony was trembling, whimpering in the creature's grasp, unseeing eyes looking straight forward. As if I wasn't there.

"Submit and I will let him go. Right now, he's relieving the worst memories of his life," The entity raised an eyebrow, a mock imitation of Stephen's expression. I could hear Tony mumbling faintly, something about his chest and Afghanistan and bombs and Obadiah.

It pissed me off. Firstly, how dare this wannabe-Pennywise, this LOST-fog-monster-reject to lay his filthy metaphysical fingers on my Tony. And secondly, for the sloppy intelligence job - I had been woken up by Tony's nightmares more than enough to know his biggest fear wasn't Afghanistan. It wasn't Obadiah and it wasn't Bucky killing his parents, it wasn't even the vast, consuming black emptiness of the space behind the wormhole.

Anger burning my throat, I lunged at not-Stephen with a bloodcurdling scream, feeling my nails dig into the cold, clammy flesh of the thing's throat. Taken by surprise, both of us stumbled, falling into the abyss of the hallway, me kicking and scratching and screaming all the way, fingers squeezing deeply into the lifeless imitation of flesh. His screams mixed with mine and Tony's into a shrieking cacophony.

The darkness was laughing, cackling, noise sharp like nails on a chalkboard. It hurt, but the thing's grip on me hurt even more. "He'll never love you like you expect him to. They don't care about you. The mage said he'd help you and now you're dying here, alone," Black smoke began leaking out of the impostor's mouth along with the words, both acrid and venomous.

My head was pounding as more and more of the stuff came into contact with my body. My vision swam, bordering on unconsciousness. "If I'm dying, I'm taking you with me, bitch," I screamed out, squeezing and squeezing and squeezing until I exploded together with my surroundings, in a short of white, blinding light.

And then, there was darkness. My limbs were once again filled with concrete, mouth dry and skin burning like I'd been branded with a hot iron.

I opened my eyes to the familiar sight of the room with the fireplace. The fire was roaring, crackling and and shooting noisy sparks, accompanied by heavy breathing to my left. Disregarding the nausea that followed my every movement, I hung my head over the side of the car coming to witness both sorcerers laying haphazardly on the floor, a thin river of blood seeping into the carpet from Wong's head.

Confused, disoriented and terrified, I called out for them, voice barely audible and terse. Had I been screaming?

The sorcerers' chests rose and fell rapidly; my panic subsided but not by much. I crawled out of the cot only to land ungracefully on my face, body refusing to cooperate and feeling about as well as after I'd ran a marathon. Inch by inch, I crawled over to the chair I had left my things on, fighting with my body for every movement I made.

Fumbling, l pulled out my phone and pressed the green call button on the one person one would call in this situation. My best friend.

"Yes, dear?" His baritone was tense but nonetheless calm.

"Help, some-something happened," I managed to say, no louder than a whisper. "Sanctum," I clarified, hearing a noise of things falling over and several distressed voices shouting in the background.

"I am coming, do not end the call," Loki replied immediately, barking out several commands I didn't quite catch. There were more noises of distress as I obediently stayed on the phone. "Darling, can you tell me what happened?"

"I- Killed?" I tried to articulate my thoughts, tongue becoming more and more uncooperative by the second.

"Oh my God, who's dead?!" I heard Bruce yell, probably, right in Loki's ear.

"The Thing," I clarified, hoping to calm him down.

Loki cursed in his native language, I heard him trying to wrestle the phone from someone - unsuccessfully so, I might say, as Tony's distraught voice was the next thing I heard. "Princess, listen to me. Are you okay? Where's Strange? We're gonna be there in 10 minutes. We're coming."

An avalanche of information for my overtaxed brain and aching body, I struggled to keep up with Tony's rambling and filtering out Loki's screeching in the background. So much noise. My head hurt. "No, Steph and Wong are down. Alive." I managed to convey the most important part, a terrified sob leaving my chest burning. "Please, talk," I begged Tony, not wanting to be left in that terrifying, consuming silence ever again.

And Tony talked. He babbled nonstop, things that I didn't really catch neither care about, having enough strength to give a hum of approval every few seconds or so. It appeared to be as calming to him as it was to me, I didn't hear any more complaints from the team, only brief increase in volume as one of them got closer to the phone. A part of me conceded I should've made at least one joke about being put on loudspeaker, however, my brain was exhausted.

Burnt out, rather. The emptiness settled in my bones, chilly, like the blood had been sucked out of me, making my body just a vessel for the darkness that stalked my nightmares. I dug my nails into the soft flesh of my bare thigh, feeling none of the pain, just the relief when blood seeped through the cuts, crimson and warm.

That's how they found me. Loki threw open the door, breaking one of the hinges, eyes immediately darting between me and the laying sorcerers, as he swiftly cast a bright golden spell on the room, warming us from the inside out. Carefully stepping over the two men, Loki kneeled in front of me, green eyes staring right into mine.

I heard cursing and thudding but all I could focus on was the shining emerald of Loki's eyes. "Oh, child," He whispered, reaching out with both arms to pull me into his chest. I couldn't have resisted even if I wanted to, my body was utterly drained of fight.

"What happened?" Tony asked, a hysterical pitch to his voice.

"I can assume there was a failsafe left behind by the artifact, it took out both sorcerers and attempted to finish the job it started," Loki spoke up, hand gently petting my hair, still clutching my limp body like I was dying. "She fought it off, I don't know how, but she fought it off. It has entered a dormant state again."

"What do you mean took them all out?" In his distress, Tony seemed to have lost all sensibility. "What happened to her?!" He was getting impatient, angry.

"With an artifact like that, it's a blessing they are still alive. It is ancient and unpredictable," Loki explained patiently, none of his usual vitriol present. "And she... You could say she was mind-raped," He stated, quieter.

I groaned in protest. Loki's spell of gold did what felt like a wonder: the light was slowly coming back into the room, into me, filling me with warmth I didn't know I could lack. "As if," I slurred. "As if that Pennywise wannabe could ever," My body was, nonetheless, exhausted. "I've swallowed more kids than he could ever," My eyelids dropped, the comforting noise of Tony's and Loki's combined chuckle amplifying the surplus of warmth within me.

Last thing I saw was Tony's watery smile, tears crinkling at the corners of his eyes as he lifted me from Loki's arms, hot rod red of his suit saturating the room with color. Feeling safe for the first time in what felt like forever, I let my eyes close voluntarily, a smile crawling onto my face. I was right. Tony was alright, it wasn't really him that was getting tortured in the nightmare-verse.

"What..." I heard Stephen croak from somewhere. "Baby?!" His voice raised a whole octave; Thor's fond chuckle followed the rustling of fabric and a few stronger choice words from the sorcerer as Loki briefed everyone on the situation at hand.

"How is she, Tones?" Bruce asked quietly from above me.

"Pretty out of it but on her way back to health," Tony replied with another watery laugh. "Cracking jokes and whatnot clownery."

Bruce exhaled in relief, stroking my face with the side of his fingers. It was almost palpable, the general atmosphere of respite in the room, the sudden free flow of oxygen to my lungs.

"I am so sorry," Stephen's whisper was more felt than heard by me; the spice of his cologne and copper of blood reached my nostrils, burning them, keeping the warmth from leaving my body ever again.

My fingers weakly held out to him, finally coming to grasp his more-than-usual shaking hand. "Not your fault," I breathed. "Persistent cursed box," Were my last words before my consciousness gave out. Sleep sweet sleep.

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tokoyamisstuff · 3 years

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Just My (Blood) Type - Hisoka x Ghoul! Reader⭐️—__—💧

A/N: I’ve started to rewatch HxH again, and you guys need to suffer for it. Sorry. That stupid Crossover-idea had been stuck in my mind for some time, and October a fitting time for a reveal, right?

Of all the f/o I ever had, that damn Clown is my guilty pleasure.

Summary: At first sharply cutting off Hisokas flirtatious advances, you soon realize that there’s more to him than just a repulsive murderer.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of past abuse, Blood.

Noticeable: Gender Neutral! Reader (not 2 GIFs tho), POC suitable (no mentions of blushing, etc...), I used all the Hisoka GIFs I could find

Fandoms: HxH, Tokyo Ghoul (kinda)

Words: ~2400

“The second participant to arrive at the goal is No. 13, Y/N Y/L/N” a robotic voice announced via speakers. “It took 3 hours and 27 minutes.”

So this was the end of the Trick Tower already, huh?

Not really as great a challenge as you hoped for, but whatever. That fact really wasn’t a surprise, considering that you were a Nen-User.

This whole exam up until now was a piece of cake more than anything else. Nothing exciting or challenging at all for a change.

You sighed loudly, your audible disappointment echoing through the great and almost empty hall.

Only a dim light would brighten up the prison cell, and there didn’t really seem to be anything to kill time. So you sat down right where you stood, back leaning against the cold stone wall.

At first, you wouldn’t even bother asking yourself who had entered the goal first - until you heared an all too familiar voice.

“Congratulations. ★ I’ve expected nothing less of you.”

Goddamn it.

Before you could even find a sassy remark, the man itself already stood in front of you. Looking up, nothing less than a broad welcoming smile was playing on his lips.

“Mind if I take a seat?”

Your posture immediately stiffened as you pulled your knees tightly against your chest.

“Yeah. And now get lost!” At least he didn’t underestemate you - otherwise it could mean your imminent death.

He wouldn’t even try to conceal his bloodlust, does he?

Ever since you first met, you gave it your best to not cross his way throughout the whole Hunter Exam - yet for some reason, he seemed to be enjoying your presence, almost as if searching for you.

“My, my...” Instead of keeping his distance, the man just sat down right next to you, making himself at home. “May I ask what I’ve done to deserve such hatred directed at me?”

Only now you realized that the Nen you emitted was an open book to your feelings.

Hopefully he didn’t notice that you were afraid of him...any hint of weakness, and you’d probably be done for.

Yet still: Hisokas voice had always been so tender and kind - a huge contrast to his true self, you thought.

That was not the only contradiction surrounding the mysterious magician. And you knew a things or two about that kind of behaviour yourself.

Only one thing was sure to you: That man was dangerous.

It was obvious what kind of monster was right next to you - his prey. How could this man stay so perfectly calm and contain himself, considering the fact that he radiated this huge amount of bloodlost?

This could only mean this was his natural state of being - and the fact alone made you shiver.

Not answering him, your eyes wandered everywhere but his direction. You remained silent as you scanned the room for any exits, but to no avail.

The two of you were all alone - for 68 hours at max.

Only god knows when the other participants will arrive and end your misery of that unsettling closeness.

“Rumor spreads that you’re planning to become a Head Hunter” the magician tried to engage in a smalltalk, putting his hand on his chin. “Why would that be?”

“Don’t play the fool, Hisoka.”

You were sure that he saw you using nen back in the Milsy Wetlands at least once, so it should be pretty obvious to him: There simply wasn’t any other choice for you to live without a guilty conscience.

“No, I honestly don’t understand” he chuckled, trying to get your attention. “Why someone so innocently looking would want such a profession, I mean.”

Gulping harshly, you now dared to meet his glare. “Look: Stop fucking with me. If you want to kill me, do it quick - but stop strolling for time, or whatever wicked game you’re playing right now.”

Of course you’d struggle, maybe even put up a fight - but in the end, Hisoka was so much more experienced than you.

And you knew damn well opposite to you, he was enjoying spilling the blood of innocents if it had to be.

For a brief second, all of his pretence dropped and he looked shocked, a little bit offended even.

“And why should I do that?”

“Drop the act” you retorted harshly, “It’s annoying. I know all stories about you, even saw you kill before my very eyes. You’re a murderer. I bet, for the likes of you, killing comes to you like breathing.”

“You’re one to talk” he answered, not sounding any less polite, “I could feel your bloodlust throughout the whole tower.”

Now your face dropped as well, and only now you felt how you were shaking - not out of fear, but anger.

“I took that as an invitation” the mage spoke playfully, letting his tongue run over his lips. “Your bloodlust lures me to you every time. We’re not that different, are we? I knew from the very first second.”

What a pain in the ass. And you were not talking about his demeanour. No.

You were simply disappointed in yourself.

For years and decades, you had principles goddamnit! Certainly you’ve never really been a saint, but...well, ever since you first found yourself lost in those golden eyes, you threw your moral compass overboard.

How could you dare to betray yourself like that and feel anything else than remorse for such a vile being?

Why the hell did you feel so damn attracted to someone you simultaneously wanted to either punch or run away from?!

“And what the hell do you want from me, then?! Why are you telling me all of this?”

“I’m just curious” he smiled, face leaning closer to yours. “That’s all.”

You crossed your arms, now awkwardly relaxed yet still annoyed. Furrowing your brows, you just had realized that Hisoka actually managed to engage in a conversation with you.

“You first” you almost gnarled, staring him down expectantly.

“Why not?” he shrugged as he began shuffling his cards in the meantime. “There’s no greater reason behind my doing, my dear. It’s true: I enjoy killing. But I don’t do it all random. I have standarts too, you know? The people you saw me kill in here were an exception: They were way weaker, but they surrounded and attacked me first. Simple self-defense.”

Yeah. Of course.

It would’ve been way too easy for him to simply escape or at least make them unable to fight without decapitating them, but he chose otherwise.

Hisoka wrang out a twisted sound, almost like a cruel laugh as he awaited your reaction.

“Sounds like a cheap excuse. A murderer is still a murderer.”

“Tzch. What a shame.” Your words didn’t really touch him - not that you expected them to awake any kind of regret in him. “I thought you to be different than the others. Smarter.”

You had to admit: Usually, Hisoka won’t lay a finger on innocent or weaker people. Most of the time - if he needed something from them, at least - he was very curteous, even. Or he’d simply act like they didn’t exist, sparing them from a cruel fate.

But that was part of his facade, too: A selfish man who could both be pleasure and doom, considering what would be to his favor.

“And what would that ‘standarts’ be?” You rose an eyebrow, still irritated that you kept conversating about such a useless topic.

“Good you ask” he pointed his index finger in the air, almost as if lecturing you. “I think most people are like me in a way, maybe just not so extreme. They desire to compete with powerful enemies.”

Yeah, that much is probably true - especially in the world of a Hunter.

For some people, there’s nothing better in this world than the adrenaline rush of a real fight. Especially when they need to get all out - mentally as well as physically - to survive.

You on the other hand wished you even had such a choice, and if you had, you’d obviously choose a peaceful life instead of that of a suicidal idiot.

But to each their own, right?

“Want to help me out?” He meant the card house he was building, handing you over some cards as he continued explaining. “I’d never simply kill a person that isn’t prepared or doesn’t accept a challenge. An opponent needs to give it their all - it has to be a battle between equals.”

A shaky moan escaped his throat, face tiwsting in excitement - almost seeming aroused - as he stated “My greatest pleasure comes when such people crumple to their knees and look down upon their disbelieving faces as their plans fail!”

“You really are creepy” was your plain answer, placing the last layer of the card house on top. “Do you know that?”

“Of course. I’m mad, not stupid.”

So this is what this is about.

“Now’s your turn, dollface.” The fact that he still maintained his usual, sly attitude, as well as the nicknames made you more flustered than you wanted to admit.

“I’m not human.” You revealed this fact as if it was nothing, throwing your hands into the air as if you had been catched. “At least not fully. Not anymore. It’s hard to explain, really.”

“I’m listening.”

That caught you off guard: You just dropped this huge bomb of a fact - and instead of being taken aback, he’s intrigued more than anything?!

Well - it’s Hisoka. Why are you even surprised?

It took you a while to collect all of your thoughts, since this was the first time you’d ever tell someone about your past. And gladly, Hisoka just sat there in silence, invested in his cards until you were ready.

“Long story short: I was a child slave. No need to spit out all the details, but you can imagine. Hard times, torture, abuse...I was on the brink of death when my Nen manifested as some kind of defense-mechanism.”

Now you felt like you were experiencing a headache. It was nothing new to you - this happened whenever you tried to surpress the flashbacks.

Burying your head into your hands, tears of regret filling the rim of your eyes, you forced yourself to continue.

“I knew nothing about Nen, yet as if naturally, I made a Restriction and Pledge on that day: The blood of the guilty must be shed. I’d do anything to get the power to achieve this. And whatever kind of higher might determinds the conditions, it took that sentence of mine very literal.”

“So you’re-”

“...a Ghoul, yes. My hatred was powerful enough to save my life, yet the price I had to pay for this power is something I can’t take to this day. So I’ll become a Head-Hunter and still my thirst for blood only on the bodies of criminals worthy of death.”

You’ve expected any kind of reaction: Disgust, scorn, scolding you for doing something so reckless - even attacking you right here.

However, the mage suddenly broke out in huge amusement, his muscular chest having as he laughed loudly and heartily. “You’re not very good of a story-teller.”

There was no time to react, your baffled self only able to look as Hisoka grabbed one of the cards out of a whim, infusing it with Nen.

But instead of attacking you, he cut his wrist without even twitching: Deeply enough to draw blood, yet not to leave a scar.

“Well, you must be hungry, right? Long day, many fights...”

You wanted to object, but instead of syllables your throat suddenly felt dry as if strangulated with barbwire: Seeing him licking his own blood from the card turned this invitation into sweet torture.

Usually it was no problem for you to hold back, even for weeks if it had to be - but for some reason, you desired his blood more than anyones ever before.

“No need to be shy” the man cooed, presenting his wrist to you. “When was the last time you ate?”

The blood was already dripping to the floor, making you desperate as you closely watched every drip. “W-Why are you doing this?”

“I want to see it, Y/N. Do both of us a favor, won’t you?”

There was no use in struggling against your instincts - and as soon as your tongue gently incorporated the red liquid, there was no going back.

Involuntarily, your fangs dug deep into his flesh, yet all that came out of Hisoka’s mouth were ecstatic groans - you weren’t quite sure if it was because of the pain or the strenght of your Nen.

How humiliating.

You despised that appearance of yours: Red irises, the rest of your eyes just a black pit. Together with those flame-like wings made from Nen, most people would say you came from hell itself.

But Hisoka wasn’t disgusted in the slightest - no, quite the opposite.

“Beautiful.💖”

You felt a pet on your head, long fingers digging into your hair as you finally let go off of his arm. “No, you can keep going until you’re satisfied. I heal quick, it’s no problem.”

He didn’t mean your appearance - to Hisoka, only power was attractive.

But still: Never before someone had seen you the way you were now and called you something else than a monster.

Licking your lips, you noticed that his blood tasted sweet: A lot like bubble gum. That was a surprise.

Pulling you over to his lap, Hisoka’s lips needily crashed over yours - and you didn’t reject, rather melting into his touch while he explored your mouth, tasting his own blood on your tongue.

His grip was tight and gentle at the same time, fingernails digging deep inside your flesh so he’d be able to control his murderous instincts.

He felt warm. And somewhat safe, even though that sounded ridiculous considering the situation.

After a while, your bodies would finally part again, leaving you both to gasp for fresh air. Your mind was still clouded by all those confusing emotions - yet Hisoka, pleased by the outcome, seemed to be very much petrified:

“This may be the beginning of a wonderful friendship.”

#HxH #Hunter x Hunter #Hisoka x Reader #Hisoka #Hisoka Morow #HxH 2011 #Tokyo Ghoul #Crossover #Writing #Fanfiction #Hisoka x You #Self Insert

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RWBY Volume 8 Chapter 7 Review/Remix

Last episode before the holiday break. The long long long holiday break. And here I am only posting my review the night before we come back... I was having a lot of fun playing my new video games, okay? Let’s just get right into this with the joke everyone has already made. War: What is it good for? Actually a lot, if you can believe it. Only in this specific context though, because the warfare in the American streets these last few days is disgusting and emblematic of what has been wrong with the country for a while. A government leader sending his followers into the nation’s capital on a mission of rage and personal catharsis? Ick. At least in RWBY the tyrant isn’t attacking members of his own population... Oh wait, Mantle. :P

For a moment you might be fooled into thinking we’re starting back in the farmlands of Mistral, maybe getting another look at Oscar’s earlier life or seeing a little more of Nora’s mysteriously tragic past before she and Ren met. But no, these are the wheat farms on the outskirts of Atlas and Sabyrs are charging through like raptors through the tall grass in Lost World. A battalion of Atlesian soldiers, human soldiers I might add, stand armed to meet them. But even if they’re armed they are by no means ready. Monstra keeps coughing up a new wave of Grimm, and I do mean a wave, every minute or two and Atlas is pretty damn whelmed in the face of it. There are some big bots with guns standing in straight lines, but the majority of the defense put up by Remnant’s supreme authority on military power and strength is mortal men with fear in their hearts rather than expendable robot soldiers. And the big bots seem to be lined up in a way that the ones in the front block the ones in the back, so that’s just poor planning too. It’s just a concerning sight all together, and they are not efficiently handling the coming enemy. We cut up to Ironwood in his office, and it seems he is not dealing with this situation well at all. We know he’s under a lot of stress from all the recent events, but they are in fact mostly his own fault due to his poor decision making skills in times of crisis, and his single minded drive he calls a Semblance. Speaking of the eternally expanding list of Ironwood’s bad ideas, he decides to evacuate all the civilians into Atlas’ below ground subway tunnels. Fun fact: There were Apathy among the Grimm Monstra has been spitting out. Second Fun Fact: Apathy were last seen thriving and murdering in an abandoned underground tunnel system beneath a well. If one is familiar with fantasy television pop culture of the last decade, the Crypts of Winterfell might pop into your mind as a similarly poor place to hide all your unarmed women and children. Y’know, cuz in Game of Thrones they were facing a guy who could raise the dead as his minions and crypts are just tunnels full of corpses. Just saying, this could end up being a non-birthday massacre. Whatever captain of lieutenant Ironwood was talking to is hesitant to go along with this idea, but Ironwood puts his foot down by putting his fist down. And so his voice comes on over the city-wide PA system to tell everyone they need to get down into the subway for their own safety. Compared to the organized marching and relative calm of the poor folks down in Mantle, these rich fat cats practically trample each other to run and scream down the stairs. A father is concerned his daughter is going to get snatched up by a swarm of Lancers, but seems even more upset by the squad of airships swooping in to combat them.

Speaking of airships, we cut to the one Marrow and Harriet are flying. The Ace Ops have arrested YRJ, because of course they did, and they all hear radio chatter as pilots are reporting in about how Monstra is too tough for them to pierce from the outside with any of the weapons available to them. Winter checks in over comms to report her team’s limited successes, and Ironwood tells her to stay on jailor duty for a bit. Yang snarks at Winter for continuing to follow orders despite the circumstances, but conversation is stifled by Monstra coming into view for the group. Jaune laments that the beast now serving as Oscar’s confinement is larger than they had imagined from a distance, and Vine continues to be rigid in his assertions as to just what Grimm can and cannot do. “Grimm don’t take prisoners” he says, as if that’s an irrefutable fact. It’s not like any Grimm have done anything new or unheard of recently, like talk or grow wings or exist within a river of evil sludge or shoot up miles into the air as a geyser or have gravity Dust crystals in their underbelly to fly, or as you are witnessing right now belch out ponds worth of sludge from with waves of Grimm are emerging to fight your ground troops. Yep, we definitely know every single thing a Grimm does, especially one brought here by the mistress of the entire Grimm collective who is commanding most of them here. You sure are smart, Vine... Yang continues to be riled up and ask they be let go to help, but Elm and Vine hold her in her seat. Ironwood is heard giving the Manta jets new orders and reveals Command is working on a solution for Monstra. Winter, naturally wanting to be kept in the loop, asks what that might be. He reveals the science team is putting together a bomb that might be able to take the whale out if detonated inside it. That means Winter and the Ace Ops will be delivering it into the literal belly of the beast. I don’t know if he intends for it to be a suicide mission with the bomb going off as soon as they’ve got it inside, or if it’s just incredibly risky to try and get inside Monstra at all, but Winter pales at this news and her eyes go wide before sadly drooping closed again. She composes herself and grows determined again as she accepts the new marching orders. Jaune and Yang are again audibly against these plans due to the risk to Oscar’s safety, but they are subdued as needed, though we see Winter’s act isn’t absolute and her hands are shaking.

Meanwhile, Salem is having the time of her life doing her best Mickey Mouse impression. Classical music plays as she conducts the waves of Grimm sludge out of Monstra’s mouth like the Sorcerer’s Apprentice playing conductor to the stars themselves. Emerald watched from a distance, and seems less than thrilled about the whole thing. She heads down the halls and has to use her Semblance to keep a Seer from noticing her and potentially reporting her going where she doesn’t need to be to Salem. And where she’s going is the door outside Oscar’s torture room. He’s coughing up blood, and Hazel is still insisting he start telling the truth before Salem loses her patience and just kills him despite how futile it’d be. Instead Oz starts asking some questions of his own: Does Hazel know why Salem sought to recruit him in particular? It turns out she approached him with the promise of making a new world order where there won’t be any kingdoms or Huntsman Academies. Oz just has to laugh at that naiveté. When Salem gets the 4 Relics, there won’t be a world at all. She’s been around for so goddamn long, all she wants is for it to end, and she thinks taking the whole world down is the only way to get it anymore. This just frustrates Hazel, and we learn why. He’s pretty damn sure Salem can’t die at all, because when she first approached him about working together he spent the better part of a day killing her over and over and over again. This man, whom we know from the Battle of Haven to have massive reserves of Aura and strength to endure and keep fighting, kept fighting until he was too worn down and exhausted to lift his fists again. And in that time of weakness and awe at her power, Salem made her sales pitch that even if he couldn’t kill the one leading the Grimm he could at least have vengeance on the establishment sending young people to their deaths against her. Oz points out that that’s exactly why she went to him, because she could make him believe this was the right way, that it would bring him closure. It’s what Ozpin deserves, Hazel argues, and Oz does not disagree. But does Oscar deserve it? Do the innocent people who haven’t been affected by Salem or Ozpin yet? No, this isn’t for justice, this is personal. Because Salem said it would help Hazel. Has it?

We don’t get an answer to that, instead going back up to Weiss’ room in Schnee Manor where she’s reapplying Nora’s bandages. Still mostly unconscious, Nora mutters “Now what... am I good for?” I can think of a great many things Nora is useful for outside of her great strength and straightforward approach to combat, but its a damn shame no one has actually bothered to tell her that before now. Before Weiss has a chance to offer any, Blake and Ruby enter the room with cups of tea. I’m not ashamed to admit I initially thought they were hot chocolate cuz I’m not used to tea being that sort of amber color. Weiss admits that she’s done the most her limited medical knowledge can offer, and Nora needs more than that. Blake expresses her concern for the other half of their group, but almost slips up and says... well we’re just not sure, but we like to assume she was gonna say she’s especially worried for someone in particular. The shippers can fill that in how they like. Their moping is interrupted by May entering the room with some less than stellar news from Fiona and the others down in Mantle. They haven’t seen Yang’s team in a while, and with everything going to hell like this a search party is at the bottom of the priority list. She’s about ready to get back on the airship and head back down to Mantle, but Weiss protests and this sparks a debate. May points out that Mantle doesn’t have the luxury of the Atlas military protecting them so Ruby’s group and the Happy Huntresses are the only thing keeping the people safe from the chaos of the invasion, but Weiss argues that there are still people suffering up her and I have to agree. Just because a police force is around doesn’t automatically mean they’re doing the best job of keeping everyone safe. But Weiss pushes the wrong button by asking about May’s family. The Marigold’s were ashamed of the way their “son” acted, wanting to help the suffering down in Mantle. And so May would no longer let herself be called that, she became a woman proudly working as part of the Happy Huntresses for the service of the people. She kicked her Marigold name and reputation to the curb and her cousin Henry stepped up as the socialite snob instead.

This cannot have been an easy scene for Kdin to record, but we all need to give a standing ovation for her performance in it. Powerful words that likely hit very close to home. What a queen.

May is sure Weiss gets where she’s coming from with their families casting them aside in favor of a more obedient heir, her being replaced by Whitley after her outburst at the charity concert. Weiss wants to voice her disagreement, but May questions whose side she’s on in all this. Blake doesn’t like that, they’ve heard this talk about taking sides before and judging by her tone she’s none too happy to be hearing it now. May is about to give her a strongly worded piece of her mind too but Ruby stands between them to remind everyone there are no sides. All of humanity needs to be united, and Salem is the one creating the tension that’s dividing them so their real enemy is her. The only question now is how do they get out of this problem? The solution might be hiding just around the corner, literally. Whitley has been listening from behind the door, and he seems a little inspired.

Meanwhile Oz seems to have just finished telling Salem’s dark cursed backstory to Hazel, and it seems her final plan really is to have the world so divided and ruined that when the gods are brought back to judge it they will deem Remnant a failure and destroy it and hopefully her with it. Hazel seems less than inclined to believe this story though, he still holds a damn hard grudge over his sister. Oz is getting nowhere so Oscar asks to be put back in the lead, and so he is just as Hazel is about to wallop them again. Oz is willing to trust him so he can earn Hazel’s trust in return. So he goes right ahead and tells the big guy Jinn’s name and that it’s how you summon her for one last question. Hazel seems mad that Oscar gave up the info so effortlessly after all that, but Oscar asserts that he’s not telling Salem. He’s telling Hazel, and letting him decide what to do with the knowledge and the chance to gain deeper knowledge still. Pretty rad strategy. Wouldn’t you know it though, Emerald is still listening outside the door and heard everything. She goes to tell Mercury, but he’s busy packing a duffel bag for a trip to Vacuo. Guess Salem doesn’t need him here right now so we’ll get to see him again in Volume 9 or 10. He’s less than convinced that they should try and use this behind the scenes knowledge to go against Salem, cuz if Hazel couldn’t do it then why would he change his tune now? And why would they risk their necks too? It’s not like Oz was telling the truth, right? Salem isn’t really gonna destroy the world! But the teens get another surprise lecture from Uncle Tyrian: Of course Salem plans to destroy Remnant!! You couldn’t tell from the start? Everything about her screams end of the world, and it is beautiful! And if you thought she’d do anything different then you must really be crazy... Bold worlds from a psychotic serial killer, but we already know he’s unhinged. Mercury doesn’t much like getting this rude awakening though, especially since Tyrian will be the one going with him to Vacuo. Merc and Em share one last sad look, but he’s made his bed and now he’s resigned to lie in it. Bye bye Mercury, see you after Emerald has probably switched sides and will have to face you as an enemy...

Speaking of ships soaring through the air, we go back to the Ace Ops and YJR heading for Monstra. Yang is protesting the bombing plan since Oscar is still inside, but Vine insists they can’t afford to wait and risk further death and destruction. Jaune offers a side plan, send the three inside Monstra ahead of the bombing squad to scope things out for them and try to rescue Oscar while they’re doing recon. Marrow is shocked that they’d be willing to go into the literal belly of the beast alone, but Yang asserts he’d do the same for one of his teammates if they were in this position, right? He doesn’t have an answer for that. Elm argues that trading their lives just for one other person is stupid, but amazingly it is Ren who objects. Oscar is their friend, and they will do whatever it takes for someone they care about like that. A real turnaround from his attitude of closing himself off emotionally, but I guess he’s realizing how ridiculous it sounds coming from other people? Harriet gets out of her seat to do what she does best and start talking down to someone as naïve and wrong. Feelings are stupid, the job is what matters. When you lose someone you just replace them and forget about them. We find out that Winter is indeed meant to be the new leader instead of Clover, and before Marrow there was apparently a member of the team named Tortuga, but Ren is not about to let anyone tell him that someone is replaceable. You don’t say that to Team JNPR, and we definitely don’t say that about Ren... Not now. In his outrage, Ren suddenly finds... clarity. He starts seeing the world a little differently. In less cryptic terms, his Semblance seems to have evolved and he now sees people’s emotions swirling around them as colorful bursts of flower petals. Harriet is actually furious about losing Clover, she’s lying to herself and trying to suppress her feelings. She does not like being called out like that, but the rest of the squad needs to be put on blast. As opposed to Hare’s red petals Marrow is surrounded by blue that I guess would mean sadness or depression, Elm has orange and some red, and Vine is clouded with green. The meanings of the last two are a little less clear, but they’re all definitely feeling some strong things that they’re trying to hide under a calm façade. This is the reason the Ace Ops lost to RWBY, they’re all held back by trying not to connect with each other so unity and team bonds never formed. Elm does not like being told she’s a loser because she won’t make friends, but at least it’s a a reaction, which means he’s absolutely right. She’s about to deck Ren in the face but Winter steps in to get everyone calmed down. She looks these three “fugitives” over, and makes a decision. She’s going to trust her sister’s friends. They will get the teens in close and give them a small window of time to try and get in and out before the Ace Ops need to bring in the payload and blow it all away. Harriet is pissed Winter is giving these “traitors” a chance, and questions her decision thusly. But you’re outranked, you boob, and you can’t do a damn thing to stop her from showing human decency. They have a very tight schedule to attempt this rescue, and Jaune accepts that fully. The three get uncuffed and are given their weapons back as the ship lands at the front lines. Ren tries to appeal to the doubt and regret he can see in Marrow to get him to switch sides while the getting’s good. Marrow wants to, but he sticks to the job for now. Yang and Jaune head out first, while Ren lingers to tell Winter he knows she doesn’t want to be a part of all this anymore either, and we see a rainbow of many emotional petals around her head. Either she has a balance of many emotions in check and is the most levelheaded of the Ace Ops, or she has the most emotions repressed and her mind is a tempest of feelings that aren’t being addressed and may spell her end... take your pick.

As this militant Schnee considers her options, we go homeward to see Weiss and the others heading for the front door. May isn’t keen to stay her any longer than needed, and the kids need to make a choice about where she’s dropping them off. Either they go to the front lines here in Atlas or back down to Mantle to help with the chaos there. No other options, and especially no breaking their jailbirds out for an assist. May doesn’t have the optimism and heroic hope that Ruby still holds dear, she won’t entertain the idea that this can become a complete victory all around. This isn’t that kind of world. Either they help one place, or they help another. And even then, that’s no guarantee wherever they go will be successful at stopping the invasion. It’s very depressing, and it’s on these kids to accept the facts and make the hard decisions. If you take a look at the last few Volumes, Ruby does seem to have a bit of a habit of ignoring the dreadful possibilities/facts in favor of pursuing a hopeful and bold plan that could fix everything immediately so she doesn’t have to cope with reality and actually grieve her mistakes and losses... I’m not saying it makes her a bad character or that she’s wholly wrong for trying to see a bright side whenever possible, just that this is an unhealthy strategy for a leader with so much on her shoulders. But before anyone has time to make a decision right now, there’s a hard knock on the front door. Everyone draws their weapons and approaches slowly, before Weiss cautiously opens the door. In a most definitely welcome surprise, she is greeted by Klein!!! She missed him dearly, and apologizes for whatever fault she had in his being fired, but while cycling through personalities he assures her she has nothing to be sorry for since it’s all Jacques’ fault, the bastard. Turns out, Klein is here to use his medical knowledge to treat Nora. What, didn’t you know all butlers to heroic millionaires have field medic training? Alfred Pennyworth set the gold standard, I dare say~ But of course, Weiss didn’t call him and none of her friends know his number so who told him to come?... Would you believe it, Whitley is responsible and we could not be more proud of him! Weiss certainly is, and she gives him what might be his first genuinely loving hug in years. Klein heads upstairs to begin treatment, while the rest of the group share a hopeful moment. But this silence too comes to a crashing halt as there is further ruckus outside. This time Ruby answers the door, to see a smoking crater in the front driveway. RWB rush outside and kneel at the edge of the crater as the smoke clears. Penny has crash landed, and lies there in a pool of what we can only presume to be her green synthetic blood. All she has the strength left to do is apologize before she passes out and the screen darkens with her. There lies the end for the next 6 weeks, and we were left to panic and speculate all the while. Too bad I’m a lazy bugger who only got this review out now and there’s no tension left before the thrilling continuation comes tomorrow morning. So lets all get one last panicked sleep in before the living nightmares come for our girls! Penny is totally gonna be under Watt’s control, the Hound is coming, it’s all gonna be a huge damn mess... Can’t wait, can you?~

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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 3 years

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Happy as I am at the news (and when have “happy” and “news” been said together this year), I want to warn folks that the rifts in reationships won’t be healed quickly, and possibly ever.

Two examples from the Bush/Gore election:

My family never had much luck with friends around here, but they did have this one couple. They were friends enough to exchange Christmas presents every year and came over for Pop’s birthday, so proper friends and not just friendly acquaintances. Sure, our politics and theirs were very different, but they had common causes they worked on. The differences didn’t keep them from being friends.

And then came the Bush vs Gore election.

Back then it was a tight race, with the counting taking time, and the court getting involved. It wasn’t as bad as now, not even close. Bush Jr wasn’t trying to undermine the concept of democracy like a certain fella. But November was still a tense month, full of raging emotions.

So, a few days into all this mess my family went shopping and bumped into the husband of the family we were friends with. Pop went over to chat with his friend, and when Pop came back he looked shocked. He said the guy was ranting about Gore “stealing” the election and was quite literally shaking with rage. Pop had never seen him like this, and the absolute fury startled him.

And that was sort of that. The couple avoided us. They ended the Christmas presents. They never came over anymore. We had to accept this. They wouldn’t be friends with liberals, a word used locally as an insult,

After a few months things calmed down, and after a periods of awkward polite “friendliness”, they became friendly acquaintances. They were never actual friends again.

The second case involves my Uncle David.

Now David was always a very conservative sort, and very much believed in conspiracy theories. For in instance, he honestly believed the Oklahoma City federal building explosion as the result of a black, female, national guard member suicide bombing so Clinton could put in martial law. He swallowed up everything extreme right wingers fed him. I am absolutely sure he would have been an enthusastic Trump supporter. Every family has one.

But he was also complicated. He was oblivious to his biases, and you can sort if see why. He would spout if racist things he thought were facts, that the people in his loopy church believed, but he’d also stop to help anyone in need regardless of race. He’d seem to forget, probably because he had an instinct to sweet and helpful. ** His beliefs were appalling and resistant to change, but he wasn’t a bad person when dealing with individuals.

He was also exhausting. David would invite himself over for every single holiday. He’s just call and say “We’re coming” and he and his wife would, whether you wanted him to or not, be there. We would then have to deal with them being there.

We had nothing in common. Politics, religion, taste in food, taste in movies.... For Mom’s sake Pop and I would try not to rise to bait when David would get in the mood to argue. His eyes would twinkle in delight at stirring us up, seeming to find it playful.

Exasperating as he was, the one thing we never doubted was his love. He’d say so, and we all believed he would do anything he could to help us if we were in need.

And then came the Thanksgiving of the Gore vs Bush race. were they stood us up.

He’d called to say they were coming, and we knew they had gotten here safely because we’d seen their camper at the usual place. Everything was ready. We’d decorated the house and Mom had made David’s favorite pie. And they didn’t show. My cousin, the other guest and a diabetic who had to eat on schedule, had to start snacking. We had no idea what was keeping them.

Worried Mom, sent Pop and I to check. People could be heard moving around in the camper, the voices of his wife’s young grandchildren barely audible, but no one answered the door. When reported this to Mom she sent us back...

We saw David this time, and it wasn’t a friendly encounter. When the door opened the wife was cooking Thanksgiving dinner, the kids (who usually adored me) were subdued, and David sat in the driver’s seat scowling out the windshield. He refused to turn his head, saying with real rage, that he couldn’t even look at someone that would vote for Gore...

And that’s how it went. We had never seen him like this before, and it was confusing. Our differing politics had been an irritant, but nothing we couldn’t put up with. We had bitten our tongues to keep the peace a thousand times, and now HE was angry at us for voting for the candidate he had always known we’d vote for? Mom was stunned, and then deeply hurt. The hurt turned to intense anger. He’d wounded her and she wasn’t ready to forgive. In fact, she had all of us, cousin and all, pack us and head to the beach after we ate to escape her feelings. She didn’t want to see him by that point.

That was it there too. No more birthday cards or Christmas presents. They stopped visiting, and infact it wasn’t until a funeral years later that we saw David again. And in those rare later encounters there was a space between us, a distance that wouldn’t be bridged again. Polite, friendly, but lacking closeness. David died a couple days after Mom’s stroke, and the rift had still never really been healed.

Remember, that was the year Bush actually won. We had not initiated the hostilities, having accepted our political differences long before, and would have been happy to go back to how we’d been.

Their candidate had won, and yet we held no personal grudge against them.

Their candidate had won, and they stayed angry at us anyway.

So, I’m saying, if Bush voters could break permenantly with friends and family that voted for Gore, this year will be worse. So much worse. Trump lost and he isn’t likely to bow out graciously. He’ll spout all sorts of lies to stir up his followers, keeping tensions up. Legally over isn’t the same as emotionally over. The relationship pains won’t be over for a long, long, LONG time.

** His mother, Grandma Moses, was even funnier about race. Her brain was wired in such a peculiar way I still can’t puzzle out, but one of her quirks seeming confused about race. She would say she was racist, while actually being astonishingly oblivious about race. She’s say she was racist, like a child happily parroting what folks around her said about themselves, which in a way was exactly what was happening. She wasn’t saying it because she thought about what it meant, but because the little old ladies in the senior citizens group and in her church said they were, and if they were she must be too.

#politics #election 2020 #elections

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dolphinitley · 5 years

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Jacob Seed/F!Dep Fic

“Love Like Revenge” Chapter 8

AO3

Word count: 1,648

Warnings: PTSD symptoms

I felt like calling Em "Rook" in this chapter. Got some fluffy stuff plus anxiety when the nukes drop.

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Rook and her big orange cat Tommy sat on the couch and watched a movie she thought might make her feel better, but her mind was still on Jacob. His 1911 was in a dresser drawer in her bedroom.

This morning, he left to deal with things at St. Francis, which reminded Rook that he was still protecting his brother’s cult. He purposely left the 1911 at her house, along with some clothes that accumulated there over the past few weeks.

As he kissed her goodbye, he could tell that she was mildly upset. They both were becoming addicted, which they thought made them vulnerable purely because of the longing they felt when they were apart. But maybe, she thought, if they were always together, they could make each other stronger, and protect one another.

Rook felt sour. Her PTSD symptoms were flaring up at the thought of St. Francis. She needed to make peace with this if she was going to be with him.

She took some sleeping meds and passed out hard on the couch.

A few hours later Rook woke up to Tommy’s loud crying meows and paws pushing on her chest.

She was groggy and confused at the dim brightness outside. It wasn’t the sunset. It was fire half a mile away. The sound of a sonic boom assaulted her ears.

Was it a dream? No. This is it, she thought. It was surreal. The nukes had finally dropped.

Rook stared at Tommy for several moments, thinking about what she needed to do now.

There was nothing she could do for Honey, except open her gate and hope she’d run until finding a safe spot.

Within 10 minutes she had most of her favorite possessions in her bunker.

She couldn’t stop thinking about Jacob, even though she knew he’d be safe in his own bunker. She thought of her family. She cried at the change that was coming. She felt she could not handle it.

While making her last run to the bunker, with her cat in her arms, Jacob’s truck sped up her driveway and skidded to a halt, tires throwing gravel and dust.

A wave of relief washed over her. Here was her rock. He was what she needed. She ran to him and squished Tommy between them in a hug. Jacob kissed the top of her head and noted the tears on her cheeks.

Jacob took a step back and held her shoulders, looking in her eyes intently.

“We need to hurry,” he said with a nod.

Rook responded with a weak nod and followed him throwing duffel bags down into her bunker. She wondered why he was here and why he was putting his things in her bunker.

Now she was in a full blown panic attack and needed to get to safety. Her breathing was too fast and erratic.The fire was growing too close for comfort.

“Rook!” Jacob yelled. His voice was a little dulled by the sound of falling trees and other thunderous booms.

Rook felt frozen. She was looking at her body from outside herself. All of her feelings swirled and crashed in her mind. Why did I kill all those people? Why aren’t I with my family? Why am I so close with Jacob? How can I-

Her panicked doubts were interrupted by Jacob’s protective arms and chest. He rushed her down to the bunker and locked the steel doors. It was so quiet in this bunker. The sounds outside were barely audible.

Jacob was dripping with sweat and soot in his effort to get to her. Stupid. He thought to himself. Why’d I fucking leave her. If he had been with her when the first bomb hit, he could have taken her to his stronger bunker. He doubted she’d like living with Peggies very much anyway. Doesn’t matter. This is where we’re at now.

Rook let Tommy jump to the ground and explore the bunker. Her eyes were distant.

“Honey,” Jacob was trying to get through to her. “I know. I know you need rest but we have to get these clothes off and get clean before anything else.” He was as calm as ever.

Jacob went to the bunker’s bathroom and started the shower. He led her to it and undressed the both of them.

The last thing Rook’s anxiety needed right now was someone touching her naked body. But with him it wasn’t what she expected. With him she felt safe and cared for. Jacob stayed focused and efficient, quickly finding soap and towels. He was gentle and did his best not to trigger her.

Rook stared at the tile shower floor, soot mixing with water and going down the drain. She breathed with intention, focusing on the feeling of hot water on her skin.

Jacob’s strong fingers kneaded and scrubbed her hair and scalp. It felt good. He rubbed with soapy hands down her neck and shoulders, arms, torso, and he knelt to wash her legs. He rested his forehead against the side of her thigh. A squeeze of her heel lifted her foot to allow him to clean it.

After Rook was clean, she watched Jacob clean his own body. She leaned against the shower wall and her eyes wandered over the muscles, freckles, hair, and scars. She reached a hand out to brush against his chest.

Jacob put down the soap and took her in his arms. They stood there for half a minute, until Jacob planted a kiss on her forehead and turned off the shower.

Water dripped from their bodies when they stepped out. Jacob dried her off first with a soft towel, and wrapped it around her shoulders.

He shook a towel over his red hair, and tucked it around his waist. Jacob took momentary glances at her while he dug through his clothing duffel and dressed in gray sweatpants and a soft blue t shirt.

Rook put on multiple layers of the most comfortable clothing she had in the bunker.

They got into bed and she got close to him, gladly accepting the heat his body offered. The bombs were still dropping and he held her loosely. She took another pill. She figured now was a worthy time to take one of her limited supply. They fell asleep, to escape the sounds of end for just a few hours.

As she fell asleep, she couldn’t help but think about why she was in Montana in the first place, and why she wasn’t with her family.

When she left Dutch’s bunker after he rescued her from the river, she could have laid low. She could have taken out just one roadblock and gone home. Would it really have worked? She has a feeling she would have been caught by the Seeds anyway. Better to be a fighter than a prisoner, right?

Rook figured she gave up her right to respect and fair treatment after her first unnecessary kill. The first kill that was not out of self defense, or to stop someone else from coming to immediate harm, or saving a hostage. Her first sniper kill. She was 150 meters away. It was a headshot. An Eden’s Gate soldier at Boomer’s house. She knew that the soldier had some part in murdering and torturing for the cult. It didn’t stop her momentary emotional lapse in the orchard. She started crying, and tried the hardest she’d ever tried in her life to stop crying. She could see the sudden blood on the Peggie’s forehead where there formerly was none.

Her last preemptive kill was one of Jacob’s men. She sniped them near a radio tower. Where’s the adrenaline? She thought. She worried why she wasn’t feeling adrenaline after killing a person. At that point she’d become an efficient killing machine. She pushed her bad feelings down, down, down, to deal with later.

She was dreaming about the gore. She knew she was dreaming about it and in her head she tried to jerk herself awake.

It must have worked enough to prompt Jacob to gently shake her awake.

“Honey,” he said with a sleepy and raspy voice. He gently stroked her shoulder.

Thank god he’s here.

Rook turned on her side to face him. He was propped up on one elbow, searching her face for anything.

She stared back at him and grounded herself. She slowly pulled her mind away from the dream and into the warm bed, with Jacob next to her.

So handsome.

Jacob chuckled. She must’ve said that out loud.

Rook placed the responsibility of distancing Jacob from the cult on her shoulders, even though he did physically distance himself from them in a major way, and by his own choice. He was still close to them by association in her mind.

“You’ve gotta tell me what you’re thinkin, Babe,” he said.

Babe.

It took her half a minute to build up courage to speak about it.

“I had a dream about killing a...Peggie.”

“Yeah?” He tried to sound encouraging. He needed her to be open with him.

“And the memory of that eventually connects to you.”

“That’s right.”

“It makes me confused. Because I like you so much. And I hate the cult so much.”

Jacob huffed a soft laugh. “I don’t like em all that much either. And I know you’re mad about the things I’ve done.”

Rook exhaled. She was in relief that he wasn’t actually upset or irrational. Not even in a backhanded way. Bad behavior is what she came to expect from most people. He was always the image of composure.

Rook placed her small hand on his cheek and said quietly, “I missed you while you were gone.” Rook would have said, “today” at the end, but she felt like she’d missed him all her life.

“I missed you too.” It was a warm whisper from him.

#llr fic #oc emily #my oc #jacob/dep

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aubretia23 · 6 years

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Heartbeat chapter 1 part 3

Rating T

Disclaimer : I don't own anything belonging to Naruto or Boruto.

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Hiashi, to no one's surprise, agreed on the idea immediately. Minato and his own son-in-law Naruto, in his opinion, were good people but took sentiments to an extreme. Passionate love was really a matter of luck. They both had been lucky. Boruto is luckier. Neji agreed. Boruto needed an anchor and a guide at this point in his life. And Sarada had unconsciously always played the role in his life very effectively. Perhaps they should not delay this.

The two of them broached the subject in an urgently invited family get together two days later after Boruto and Hima had gone to take a bath. The entire family planned to stay the night at the Hyuga estate. Naruto and Minato looked perplexed. Konohamaru fared little better. Hinata furrowed her eyebrows together thoughtfully. Hanabi and Kushina squealed in excitement. Hizashi rolled his eyes and smiled softly. Fifteen minutes of deliberation later, not a single one of them could find a single reason to oppose the match between Boruto and Sarada, especially when it already had Fugaku's own stamp of approval. The last hurdle now remained was to broach the subject to Boruto and to make him agree.

A family chat while sipping a mug of hot milk sweetened with honey had always been a bedtime ritual at the Uzumaki residence. This used to be the only few periods of time everyday when a young Naruto would have both of his parents to just himself and he had insisted on passing this down to his own children as well. Boruto took a sip of his honey milk and raised an eyebrow. The rest of the family, bar Hima and Grandpa Hizashi who were seated at a distance and way too focused on their chat, were looking at him with varied degrees of wariness. Like he was going to swallow rainbows or something.

“Is something the matter?”

“Um...yes.” Naruto answered nervously. Boruto raised a brow critically. “You see, you are going to be sixteen soon. You are a young man at the peak of his youth-” “What your father means to say,” Hinata cut off her husband before he made things more awkward, “is that we would like to know whether you are romantically interested in anyone or not.”

Dark eyes and a silky sheet of midnight coloured hair flashed through his mind. He would rather not talk about his rather frequent and not so innocent fantasies involving their owner.

“Uh…..”

His family waited for his response as he kicked himself back into recovery. “No. There's no one.” Boruto informed them firmly. “Not even Sarada?” Kushina teased. “Sheisjustafriend!” Boruto wanted this conversation to end as soon as possible. He really didn't want to devolve into an uncontrollable fit of blushing. “I see. Then I suppose you would be overjoyed to hear that Fugaku Uchiha has already found a match for his granddaughter.” Hanabi informed in an awfully gleeful tone.

"WHAT?!” Boruto’s brains froze in its tracks, unable to think any further. “And Sarada has agreed to the match already. Fugaku-sama informed me just this noon.” Neji joined in. Amusement at his nephew's expense was delicious.

Boruto felt bile rise up his throat and his chest burn.

Not only did he have no inkling of Fugaku’s plans despite being in the Uchiha head office till only a few hours ago, Sarada had already agreed to a match?! And she didn't even bother to inform him.

The image of a faceless man standing next to Sarada, holding her intimately and her looking at him as though he was the center of her universe scalded him on the inside. Anger rose within him and he didn't know where to direct it. But the moment he tried to imagine hurting Sarada, he couldn't. It was like trying to burn down your own home.

“Would you like to know who this person is? The one Fugaku considers his preferred suitor for his granddaughter?” Hiashi smiled. His grandson was still too inexperienced regarding controlling the expressions from becoming too apparent on his face. “Yes.” Boruto gritted through his teeth. He really wanted to sneak out of the estate after his family falls asleep, and hunt down and punch this person’s face in his sleep.

“You.”

Boruto felt his brain screech to a halt even through a fog of anger. He blinked.

“WHAT!!!!?”

He looked around flabbergasted, his head reeling from shock.

Sarada has agreed to marry him?!?!?!?!

The scalding feeling vanished completely, replaced by a bubble of warm joy blooming inside him. He knew that his face was burning up. He looked up from his thoughts to find his family was now looking at him as though he will now puke out rainbows or something.

"So?” A calm Hiashi asked, barely holding in a grin. “So what?” Boruto asked, confused. “What do you think of this? Do you accept Sarada as yours?” Hiashi prompted. Boruto looked on, jaw slacked, gurgling out something which incoherently sounded like “yeah” before adding “Ineedtotalktoher” and scrambling off towards his bedroom.

Boruto could still hear his family's peels of laughter at his expense as he ran through the corridors and locked himself up in his bedroom. Hot blood pumped through his brain and his heart thumped hard against his chest. He took a few moments to catch his breath before turning around and shrugging off his haori and throwing himself down on his futon. Grabbing his rose gold coloured iPhone hastily, he typed out “Can we talk?” Right now?” in the messenger. His thumb trembled a bit before pressing onto the sent thumbnail.

Sarada should be awake right now. And they really needed to talk about this.

He sighed, throwing his hands to the side, still holding his phone, the tension in his body melting a bit. He practically jumped up when the phone rang audibly within less than a minute, announcing a call. He brought the phone up back to his level of his eyes. Sarada smiled from below her name. It was a picture he had clicked very recently, on a rather terrific party that he had thrown right after the entrance exams ended, to make up for all the events he had missed out over the past two and a half years. She had been wearing Gucci that night. The red dress had been elegant but also a bit risque, the neckline dipping further into her cleavage than he had ever seen. He sighed. He slid his finger across to accept the call.

“Hello?” He heard her say, a little unsure.

Good. Finally.

Pettiness wasn't his style but the fact remained that despite his efforts, she had become distant after the warm welcome he had received at the airport. Initially he thought it was due to the entrance exams but soon, he noticed a pattern over the last one month. Sarada would deliberately avoid him especially at social events. Beyond saying “hi” and “bye”, she avoided any kind of contact with him, religiously tagging along with Chocho, diverting conversation between them to him and Chocho almost as immediately as they began. The fact that he had more conversation with the latter was enough to trigger his alarm bells. It was almost as though Sarada seemed to be determined not to have him in her life. Despite this, he thought of giving her space. A really really wide one. Whatever was going through her head, she won't be able to avoid him forever. They are going to enter the same high school after all.

However, the moment he heard what she was going through in regards to her summer program at Harvard, he immediately and instinctively jumped in. That had to be the reason why she had avoided him. Because she probably thought that he would perhaps side with her family. Boruto didn't even realise that his protectiveness had landed him up with an internship at the Uchiha's before the deed was done. He thought that at least his internship under her father might pique her inquisitiveness but no. He knew that she knew that he was interning with her grandfather even though she didn’t know the reason why he was doing so. He had hoped that she would at least call him up out of curiosity but no.

Dropping bombs like agreeing to marry him out of nowhere…..Miss Stuck Up really needs to explain herself.

“Hey, Sarada.” He said firmly. “Let me get straight to the point since that's how you like it. My maternal grandfather just told me that Fugaku-sama found a match for you. Are you aware of this?”

Sarada felt her body tense up. She shifted a bit in her bed and grabbed the edge of a red silk curtain hanging from her bedpost. The familiar texture which she often grabbed onto during the nights she desperately wished for his touch calmed her a bit.

“Yes.”

“And you agreed to that?”

“Yes.”

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blessedbyharrystyles · 6 years

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Too Far

A/N: OKAY so obviously this isn’t Harry (forgive me). I’ve just finished Hemlock Grove and I’ve been feeling some type of way about Roman Godfrey and I’ve had this idea in my head and I really wanna write it. I figured I could just tack it onto this blog because lord knows I cannot manage another blog (i’ve got too many y’all). Don’t worry, I’m still going to doing harry imagines, he’s always my number one. BUT variety is the spice of life, am I right? If you’re more interested in reading something Harry related, check out Part 3 of my model behavior series! Sorry for any typos I wrote this late at night when I was tired please forgive me ily.

Imagine: Your boyfriend Roman’s worst fears come true when he accidentally draws blood while you are hooking up. Will your relationship be able to withstand his fear of being and Upir while dating a human?

Warnings: Smut, blood

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Word count: 2.9k

It has only been a few months since you started dating your boyfriend - Roman Godfrey. He has been in your life for as long as you could remember, having grown up together in the tiny town of Hemlock Grove. However, it took you two all this time to finally get together because neither of you had the balls to admit it (it took Roman getting a little too drunk at one of his family’s galas to finally confess his feelings for you).

You felt a bit silly thinking about it, all that time you wasted not being with Roman just because you were too scared to tell him. It was no matter now though, you thought, you two had found your way together and that was all that mattered.

After dating for just a few weeks, Roman dropped a bomb on you: he was an Upir. You recalled the day he told you as you walked up the steps of his sleek, dark mansion. You remembered laughing at first, thinking he was just messing with you. However, he quickly put your doubts to rest when he drank a bag of blood he stole from blood bank right in front of you. Roman always had a flair for the dramatics, if nothing else.

You were upset when you found out, not because he was an Upir, but because he hadn’t told you sooner. Roman laughed at that - “Only you would freak out that I didn’t tell you, and not even blink twice about the fact I just told you i drink blood.”

After the initial shock wore off, you understood why didn’t tell you. He explained that he was afraid you would have been scared of him and never want to see him again. You promised him that would never happen, though he remained cautious with you. You sensed he was holding back whenever he was with, and it wasn’t that you weren’t satisfied, you just wished he didn’t have to be so scared all the time.

“Hey baby,” Roman greeted you at the door, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Hey Roman,” you smiled, drinking in the beautiful man you felt incredibly lucky to call your boyfriend. He wore a grey sweater and black jeans, so simple, yet it managed to drive you crazy.

Roman took your hand, pulling you into his home. “How’s your day been?” he asked as the two of you settled on to the couch. A fire crackled just a few feet away, enveloping your skin in warmth. Roman knew you liked it warm, so he always started a fire when he knew you were coming over.

“Better, now that I’m with you,” you replied, sliding on to him so you were straddling his lap. It had been a couple days since you saw Roman, whenever it was your time of the month, he asked you to stay away. Although you hated having to be separated from him, you understood why you had to and respected his wishes. However, it did make you more needy for him than usual.

“Someone’s eager,” Roman smirked, his hands sliding around to your lower back.

“Are we alone?” you asked, not wanting to get caught by any of his house staff. That happened once. Never again.

“Just you and me,” Roman replied, leaning in closer to you. That was all you needed to hear, immediately pressing your lips to his. They were warm and soft as usual, moving perfectly against yours.

You slid your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging on his golden brown locks. Roman’s hands moved lower, squeezing your butt as your began to rock over his lap.

“That feels so good,” he groaned, tightening his grip on you. His mouth moved from your lips, to your jaw, to, finally, your neck. His plump lips moved over your skin in the most intoxicating way.

“Oh, Roman,” you let out a soft gasp as he continued to work on your neck. You tilted your head back, giving him better access. Your eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the bliss of his lips.

You continued to rock your hips against him, moving quicker with each passing moment. Roman’s kissing got more intense as well, sucking and nipping at your skin, which you were sure would be covered in marks tomorrow. The growing bulge in his pants hinted that he was just as lost in pleasure as you were.

Suddenly, you felt a pinch on your neck, making you gasp. At first you thought Roman nipped at you a bit to hard, but the pinch worsened into a burning sting. You felt something warm trickle down to you collar bone. You touched the warm liquid, bring your hand up to your eyes to examine it. Immediately you realized it was your blood.

“Roman,” you gasped, patting his shoulder. He didn’t move. Your heart began to pound, wondering what would happen if he didn’t stop. “Roman!” you exclaimed again, pressing against him with all your might.

In the flash of an eye, Roman pushed you off him and had darted to the other side of the room. He looked at you with horror in his eyes. “Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry.”

‘It’s okay Roman, I’m okay,” you insisted. You put your hand up to your throat, trying to cover up the bite.

“No you’re not! Look at you, look what I did to you,” his voice cracked. “Don’t move. You’ve lost too much blood.” You did as he said, keeping still as he rushed out of the room. He returned with a towel, which he pressed tightly to your neck.

Tears started sliding down Romans face as he sat with you. “I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I did this to you.”

“Roman, please calm down,” you said, hating seeing him so upset, “I really feel fine.” You slid your hand over his, pulling it off the wounded area. “Look, I’ve stopped bleeding already.”

“I could have killed you,” Roman stated, disgust in himself clear in his voice, “What if I wasn’t able to stop?”

“But you did stop, you’re strong enough to stop,” you insisted, not liking where this was going.

“I- I can’t do this,” he said, his voice barely audible.

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“I went too far tonight. If I had been more thirsty, I don’t know if I would have been able to stop. I can’t live with knowing I’m constantly putting you in danger,” Roman replied.

“But I’m not in danger I-”

“I think you should go,” Roman cut you off. You stared at him, dumbfounded. You didn’t want to go, it was the last thing you wanted to do, but you were at a loss for words. You felt like if you moved you might collapse.

“Roman, please,” you tried one last time, though your voice came out as nothing more than a squeak.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I can’t be with you right now,” he said, unable to look at you. In a blur, you stood up and walked to the door, without another word. You managed to make it home before succumbing to the tears. You laid in bed, the burning pain of heartbreak the last you felt before falling into a restless sleep.

Over the next few days you felt like you were in a fog. You alternated between being in pain and feeling completely numb as you waited for a call, a text, anything from Roman. You knew it wasn’t healthy to be so caught up in someone, but you loved him. The thought of losing him, someone who had been such a constant in your life, was too much to bare.

You tried to stay away, wanting to give him space. You hoped that maybe he would see he was over reacting and reach out to you. However, it had been nearly two weeks without any contact from Roman and you were feeling completely hopeless and heartbroken.

You finally decided that you needed to go see Roman. You couldn’t keep living like this. If he was done with you forever, you needed to know so you could at least try to move on. Although part of you thought there was no way you could ever really for get him.

Your hands were shaking as you knocked on the door to his house. Normally, you filled with comfort waiting for him to come to the door, but now you just felt uncertainty. After a few minutes of no answer you knocked again, and harder.

“Roman, please I need to talk to you,” you pleading, banging on the door, “I know you’re in there, your car is here.” You were about to give up, when suddenly the door cracked open. You could only see a sliver of Roman, but he looked terrible, his eyes red and raw from what you guessed was crying. It looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Y/n I can’t d-”

“No, Roman, you can,” you cut him off, trying to change your sadness to anger, “We have to talk about this. You owe me that at the very least.” Roman didn’t move and for a moment you thought you would have to force your way in, but finally, he opened the door for you.

You walked into his living room, stopping just a few feet away from where it happened. Roman kept his distance from you, eyeing you with what looks like a mixture of sadness and fear. A silence fell between the two of you as you tried to quell the ache in your chest so you could speak.

“So, were you just planning on ignoring me forever?” you finally managed.

“I told you, y/n, I can’t keep putting you in danger. It’s not fair to you,” he replied.

“Shouldn’t I be the one who decides what’s fair to me?” you pointed out.

“You’re not thinking straight. If you were, you would have stayed far away from me after what happened,” Roman shot back.

“I know what I signed up for Roman, you gave me a chance to leave when you told me, but I didn’t because I love you. And I’m willing to work through some tough shit to be with you,” you snapped, feeling tears pressing at the back of your eyes. You really didn’t want to cry, you wanted to come off strong.

“But you don’t y/n! You don’t know what you signed up for,” Roman snapped, his anger startling you, “I’ve seen so many people get hurt and killed because they got involved in my world. If that happened to you I-I don’t know what I would do with myself.” Roman’s voice cracked as he spoke, recalling painful memories.

“I guess I was wrong about you. I thought I was dating someone who fought for what he wanted. I thought you loved me, but clearly you don’t,” you replied, turning to leave.

“You know that’s not true,” Roman scowled.

“I really don’t know anymore,” you replied turning back to him, “Because what I know is I could never just kick the person I loved out of my house and not check on them for nearly two fucking weeks.”

“You think I haven’t been hurting these past two weeks? You think I’ve just been going about my day like nothing happened? I’ve been miserable. All I could think about was you. The only thing that consoled me was thinking that you were safe,” Roman told you.

“I’ve never felt safer than when I’m with you. But if you really don’t want to be with me, if you really think that’s what’s best, I’ll go,” you told him. The room fell silent again. You waited, staring at him, praying he would tell you to stay. After a few minutes of nothing, you let out a heartbreaking sigh, and turned to leave.

Before you could even get two steps in, his hand was on your wrist, pulling you back to him. “Don’t,” he said softly. He gently brushed a lock of hair out of your eyes. His hand slowly slid down your cheek, cupping your face. You stood still until his lips were on yours, melting into him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You pressed your body against his, missing the warmth only he could provide you. Roman’s hands traveled down your back, resting on your butt. It was your signal to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist. Roman held you with ease, carrying you up the stairs and too his bedroom without missing a step - or pulling his lips away from yours.

He gently placed you on his plush, black sheets, pulling his t-shirt off as he stood over you. You moved to take your shirt off, but he stopped you. “Let me.” He slowly pulled off your shirt, kissing up your body as he did - though he specifically avoided your neck. He pulled you forward a bit, allowing him to unclasp your bra.

Once his lips were back yours, he used his hands to undo the button on your jeans, pulling them down enough to give him access to you. He rubbed a finger over your core, causing the arousal in your lower stomach to swell. You let out a gasp as he slipped a long finger inside you.

You nipped at his plump lower lip, then slid your tongue across it as he curled his finger deeper in you. The warm pad of his thumb found your clit, pressing circles over the sensitive nub. Your breath got caught in your throat, as you felt yourself nearing your edge. Sensing your neediness, Roman moved his fingers quicker, spreading pure bliss throughout your entire body.

“Roman,” you cried out, bucking your hips up to savor every little movement Roman made. He let you finished before sitting up, ridding himself of his clothing. Your arousal quickly began to pool in between your legs again as you took the sight of him. “I need you,” you told him, trying to kick your pants off you completely.

“I’m gonna take good of you baby,” Roman replied, placing his hands on your legs to stop your thrashing. He undressed you, placing a kiss on the inside of each of your thighs.He position his member at your entrance, rubbing his tip over your silkiness. You bit your lip, watching him enjoy himself before he was even inside you.

“Are you sure about this?” Roman asked, looking at your intently.

“I want you, Roman,” you confirmed. Roman smiled softly, then slid into you. You let out a gasp as you adjusted to his thickness. It had been awhile, so he moved slowly, allowing you to both get comfortable.

Roman rocked his hips slowly, rebuilding the knot of pleasure in your stomach. It felt good, but you sensed he was holding back.

“Faster,” you told him, running your hands down his back. Roman eyed you cautiously, but did as you said. You let out a moan to let him know that you liked what he was doing and he wasn’t hurting you. Roman took your cues, pressing deeper into you. You rolled your hips against him, heightening your pleasure.

Roman slipped one hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. He locked his eyes on yours sending a shiver down your spine. “Roman I-I’m gonna,” your voice was cut off from a moan.

“Let go baby,” he whispered, using his free hand to rub over your clit. With that, you gave into his ecstasy, crying out a mixture of curses and moans as pleasure clouded all of your senses. Seeing you get off from him sent Roman over the edge, releasing himself into you with a chorus of groans.

Roman slowed down, allowing the two of you to milk out every ounce of your highs. Once you were both finished, Roman pulled out of you, wrapping you up in his sheets before peppering kissing all over you. He placed a final kiss on your neck where he had bit you.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay, I told you I’m fine,” you assured him, pushing the hair out of his eyes.

“No, I mean for asking you to leave, and making you feel like I didn’t care about you. I just wanted to keep you safe, but I wasn’t thinking straight and I ended up hurting you worse and I’m so sorry,” he said, hugging you tightly.

“It’s okay Roman. I know you didn’t mean it. I know this must be hard for you, it’s something I’ll never truly understand, but I want us to be able to work on this stuff together. So we can be what each other needs.”

“I like the sound of that,” Roman smiled, “You know I love you right? More than anything on this Earth?”

“I do Roman, and I love you too, so, so much,” you replied, kissing him softly. You settled onto his chest, feeling better than you had in weeks. You knew you and Roman would have a lot to figure out with him being and Upir and you being human. You weren’t worried, though, because you knew your love was strong enough to get through it all. It wasn’t going to be easy, you thought as your drifted into your first peaceful sleep in two weeks, but for Roman, it would be worth it.

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Gideon’s Bible Track Eleven The Things We Forget

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“You ain’t coming and that’s final!”

“I AM GROOT!” The tiny tree screamed, his vines curling in frustration. Rocket would have picked anytime, any place, to have an argument with Groot, anytime, any place besides right here. Right as he was about to disembark the Milano, right here as everyone was gathered around him, their pointed gazes causing his already frayed nerves to split.

“Because it ain’t safe!”

“I am Groot!” Those large brown eyes burrowed into Rocket’s anger.

“Well that’s why I’m packing extra!” He roared, gesturing all around him to the various guns, ammunition cases, bombs and three grenades he had strapped to himself.

“I am Groot! I am Groot! I am Grooot!” Baby Groot’s voice reached a nearly deafening crescendo before it cracked and tiny tears of sap formed from the corner of his eyes.

“Because I can’t lose you again!!” The shaking truth was out of Rocket’s mouth before he could stop it.

“Aww.” Peter cooed.

“Shut up!” Rocket snapped, brining his attention back to Baby Groot. He settled himself on his knees and put a hand on the small flora colossus.

“I have to do this buddy,” he said as gently as he could. “For both of us. Stay here and I’ll be back.” He picked up Baby Groot, his heart nearly cracking as his best friend turned child gripped his fur tightly, burying his face in Rocket’s shoulder. He glared at the rest of them and their sentimental silence. Mantis stepped forward, reaching out, Rocket swiftly put Baby Groot in her arms and…

You are scared…Mantis’s voice spoke to him in some strange manner. Was it in his head? He didn’t know. You are scared that you have come all this way and that you will not find it. It makes you want to weep, the possibility that there is no reason. The raccoon like creature went stiff, that there was no reason for your pain. No greater plan, no motive besides boredom. You are afraid that all your suffering was for nothing. But that is nothing compared to the fear that they may trap you again…that…with a few choice curses he wrenched himself away, growling so that he could not hear Baby Groot’s tiny whines.

“Last call flarknuts,” he said over his shoulder as the ramp was let down. “I told yah I don’t need you to come.”

“We’re coming with you Rocket.” Peter said, strapping his gun to his hip. Rocket rolled his eyes, took a deep breath and almost recoiled as the dry clumpy yellow soil of Halfworld hit his foot.

Abandoned. Or so it seemed. Rocket held his gun at the ready, taking his eyes away from the specs only to glance around between the encroaching vegetation. Decrepit buildings stood in the distance and while he could see nor hear any inhabitance, the stench of blood, feces, urine and chemicals still hung in the air.

“Wow Rocket,” Peter said all too lightly. Your homeworld isn’t that bad!”

“It’s not my home!” Rocket snarled, pushing back all the memories. Some of which he had entirely forgotten. He’d forgotten that Halfworld had anything outside the laboratories and the cells for the patients. He was rarely allowed outside. He had forgotten that anything could exist here besides pain and shadows. Every building they entered was the same. Broken equipment, stains on the walls, roofs falling in, vines and flowers struggling to grow between the concreate. Groot would appreciate that.

“I know this smell,” Drax whispered as they turned down another dark hallway. Rocket scanned the area with his latest vision goggles. No trace of thermos-radiation at all. “It is the smell of dead bodies. Angry creature, did you kill all of these people?”

“Wish I had,” Rocket managed through his fear. But no, most of the guards and scientists had actually been killed by mental patients or the subjects after he had flipped the switch and freed them.

“Do you have any idea where it may be?” Gamora asked several hours later. They had gone around perimeter three times already and inside every stinking, dark building. Almost every builing. But they were now in Building #73H9. The building that sent torrents of memories of agony back into his heart. It was where he was…manufactured.

I know you play like you’re the meanest, Yondu’s voice echoed in his ears as they crossed the threshold into the wide-open lobby area now dark with broken windows. No longer the white sanitary impersonal place it once had been.

“Rocket,” Gamora’s voice jolted him and he rounded on them, gun aimed. “Hey! Ranger Rick calm down!” Peter said, arms flying up defensively.

“You should not be so loud. Your loud voices are scaring him.” Drax said matter-of-factly. It continued to stun Rocket that out of all of them, the least socially inclined, socially awkward brute possessed the most emotional intelligence of all of them. Besides Mantis perhaps.

“I apologize, it was just that…” Gamora cut her words and stared straight ahead. Rocket didn’t have the courage to come up with some snarky reply. Instead he turned, gun still aimed and…

A small dark brown, white and black creature stood before them, it’s large eyes expectant.

Hope. Hope alit in Rocket’s chest, something he had forgotten. Was it possible? No. It couldn’t be. An audible gasp came from Rocket as the creature spoke.

“Who are you?” the hope stirred within him.

You push away anyone who’s willing to put up with you because just a little bit of love reminds of how big and empty that hole inside you actually is. That hole that Rocket had filled with hate, alcohol, explosives and defensiveness. Never to be filled, until now…?

“I’m….” Rocket faltered, his gun dropping. “I’m Rocket…” The creatures nodded.

“I heard rumors about you,” it said. “I had hoped you would come. I thought I was all alone in the universe.”

“….me too.” Rocket whispered.

“Rocket,” Peter said hesitantly, “Rocket I don’t think that’s….”

“Shut up!”

“If you come with me, I know what you’re looking for!” The other strange creature said happily. “Gideon’s Bible! It’s here! I’ve read it, come I’ll show you!” Without hesitation Rocket darted after the creature, down the shadowy halls but now his mind was not filled with terror, now there was hope. There was someone else like him in the world after all. He wasn’t alone. That was why he ignored Star-Dork, Gamora and Drax who ran after him, shouting at hime to stop.

Rocket stopped as he entered the last room at the end of the all. Rubble and broken equipment lay scattered. An over turned medical table and vials of liquid spilled out on the floor.

“Rocket! Listen to me!” Peter begged, “I know this isn’t what you want to hear but I don’t think that’s a…”

“Subject 89P13,” Rocket’s ears flicked backward as he looked around for the creature who had ran ahead of him. At the sound of that name…no…term, he stared straight ahead.

The creature that resembled him smiled, a cruel and twisted smile that made Rocket’s hackles rise.

“Subject 89P13,” it repeated. The creature, the one creature who was like him in the entire galaxy laughed. “I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s too funny that look on your face.” No one moved. Rocket’s hyperactive mind whirles between confusion, fear and hope. “It’s just very cliché isn’t it rat? A tortured soul, trying to do the right thing.” The creature shook it’s head. “You really thought you, a test subject could be anything more than that? Your screams were always amusing to me but this,” he gestured to where Gamora, Drax and Peter stood behind Rocket. “This is truly something else.”

“I…I don’t understand,” Rocket whispered.

“You will soon enough,” the animal reached behind itself, drawing forth an unassuming book. Jacketed in silver faded metal, nearly as thick and three bricks. An alien language read across the top but Rocket didn’t need to read it to know what it was. Oddly enough the giddy sensation of anticipation he was expecting never came. Instead Rocket felt bile quiver in his stomach. “I’ve already read it. It’s quite entertaining. It contains all sorts of information about this place.” Rocket only stared as the fellow lab animal hoisted the book on its hip and walked closer. “You thought you could have a family. You thought you could forget all this? I know you try to forget.”

I know them scientists what made you didn’t care a rats ass about you.. Yondu’s words echoed in Rocket’s mind. The creature was inches from him now but Rocket couldn’t bare to follow its gaze at it circled him. “Do you want to know the answer to your question? The one question that haunts your every step?”

“Rocket…” Peter’s whisper of conscern was a ghost to him as the raccoon like creature felt the emptiness inside him swell up, threatening to break him. He was frozen. Guns, grenades all around him, the rest of the guardians crew behind him and he could do nothing but stand in empty dread. “I know the answer to that awful question: am I all alone?” Rocket didn’t even flinch as the creature picked up his ear and whispered with a tongue of oil:

“Oh yes, you are very much alone.”

“Wh…what?” Rocket turned as it stepped away pressing something on its back and watched in anguished fear as the fur, ears, tale and red-brown eyes melted away. Beneath it was a creature very unlike himself.

Blackjack O’Hare, it barely registered in his befuddled mind. He felt himself tremble.

“Flarkface!” Peter’s voice shouted somewhere far away. Mumbles. Sounds, smells, blood, viscera, chemicals, emptiness. Nothing like him except him. Nothing at all. Whatever small shrouded heart Rocket had, it cracked.

“Don’t worry you can still have your book,” Blackjack thrust it at Rocket who took it without repute. “I have all I want. That is what you deserve for what you did to me. You’re no better than them Subject 89P13. You let them torture me. You are just as bad as them.” The anthropomorphic rabbit pointed two long fingers at his empty eye sockets. “You did this to me, you and them.” Run. Rocket’s mind was beyond logic. Anything to get away. He had been on this damn planet far too long and now all of it was swirling around him like a cyclone of all the things he had kept repressed. Gamora had a hand on his shoulder and he turned his back to the rabbit, eyes searching for an exit. His finger curling around the book. Some small part of his mind that remained in-tact whispered that he’ go after Blackjack, first thing. After he read Gideon’s Bible.

“Subject 89P13, I want you to know one last thing.” Rocket stopped in the door way, turning his head over his shoulder. Blackjack smiled, “no matter what happens…no matter what words of comfort they pretend to give you. You will die alone…or not die. Death is for living things. But you were made, manufactured. You will expire alone and terrified the same way you have functioned.” Death is for living things. But you were…manufactured….the thought pierced him with truth, a truth he had always known but had chosen to try to forget. Before he could turn or reach for his own gun, something loud sounded off and an excruciating jolt burst forth. He took an involuntary breath in and his eyes blinked rapidly.

“ROCKET!” Voices. Electricity. His arm jerked painfully and he watched as dark blood came through his armor. His cybernetics…the panel on his back, it sparked. Rocket stumbled forward, but fell backward, clutching the book to his chest. He coughed, and fell forward into someone’s arms. The last thing he saw was the ceiling of the long hallway. He was going back. He could see them, those masked faces with their strange gloves. He was being taken apart and something in the depths of his chaotic mind had a feeling he would never be put back together.

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Chapter 8: The Proposal

Link did not stay for long after we returned from the castle, and after he was gone, I changed back into my usual everyday clothes and went back to work. Malon was just finished with mucking out the stables when I joined her. She grinned at me. „How was your visit at the castle?“, she asked without even greeting me. I did not know how to answer at first. Being a commoner and sitting in this fancy room with the Princess had been overwhelming, to say the least. And then there was the issue of my possibly impending marriage. „It was nice“, I said. „Princess Zelda is very supportive of Link's relationship with me. In fact, she suggested we get married sooner rather than later.“ Malon emitted a long, high-pitched squeal. „Really? So you and Link are planning to get married soon? Oh please let me be your maid of honor!“ „Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves“, I hushed her. „Link and I will take the Princess' suggestion into consideration, that's true. But nothing is set in stone yet.“ When I saw Malon look at me with puppy-eyes, I sighed. „But yes. Of course you'll be my maid of honor.“ She squealed again, hugging me so tightly that I almost couldn't breathe anymore. After she calmed down, her facial expression became wistful. „Do you remember how we used to play in the marketplace? I always played the damsel in distress, and you were the knight in shining armor, coming to save me.“ She sighed. „How far away all of this seems to be now! One minute ago, we were children dreaming of the future and now...“ Then she turned to me. „Do you think I'll find my knight soon?“ „I'm sure“, I said gently and took her hand. „Who knows? He could be waiting just around the next corner.“ Malon looked at the sky. „Can I tell you a secret?“ „Hm? Sure.“ „When I was younger... I had a bit of a crush on Link myself.“ My heart skipped a beat. Oh no... how could I have been so blind? If that was the case, had I been hurting my friend all of this time? Without even realizing it? „Oh... Malon... I had no idea.“ She smiled. „It's okay. I outgrew that. He was gone for so long, and at some point, I just... moved on, I guess. When he came back, I expected all of these feelings to come back as well, but when I looked at him, there was... I don't want to say nothing, because I was still happy to see him, but it was nothing romantic.“ She held me closer. „And now, I can be happy for both of you.“ „Again, we haven't decided on anything yet“, I reminded her. „But thank you for telling me this.“

The next few days passed without much happening. I concentrated on my work and spent my free time with Malon. Then, I saw Epona approach us, carrying Link, as usual, while we were taking a break from work. „Hello, you two“, he said cheerfully. Then he turned to Malon. „Do you mind if I steal Rebecca away for a moment? Don't worry, we won't be long.“ Malon cast me a knowing look before replying:„Of course I don't mind. Take all the time you need.“ Then she winked at me and sauntered off towards the house. Link chuckled and sat down next to me. „Looks like she guessed what I'm planning to do.“ Then he cleared his throat. „Look, I've been thinking about what Zelda said. And you know what? She's right. So...“ He grabbed something from the pouch at his belt, but it slipped through his fingers and landed in the grass. „Blast.“ Time seemed to slow down as he picked up the shiny silver ring with a small, triangular emerald. „Link... does this mean what I think it means?“ „Wait... wait. I actually prepared a speech or... not a speech but at least something I wanted to say.“ Again, he cleared his throat, letting his nervousness show. „I know we haven't known each other for that long. But Zelda was right when she said that we were ready. Because we can also learn while being married. We can grow together. I know that it might be a bit too soon, but I honestly was never the patient type.“ Another pause, and then he dropped the proverbial bomb. „So what I'm trying to say is... will you marry me?“ My heart beat faster as pure joy overwhelmed me while I was choking on my tears. „I... Link...“ And finally, I managed to get out a choked, barely audible „Yes.“. Link smiled, took my hand and gently placed the ring on the ringfinger of my left hand. Then he pulled me into his arms, laughing in relief. „I was afraid you'd say no for a moment!“ „How could I say no to this?“, I replied, wrapping my arms around his mid-section and giggling with glee. „But“, he said as we parted. „There's one thing I have to do before we get married.“ Then he looked at me thoughtfully. „...actually, I would like you to accompany me. I want to seek the blessing of the sages. That means we have to travel to Kokiri Forest, Zora's Domain, Goron City, Gerudo Valley, Kakariko and end our journey at the Temple of Time. It will take a while, but it would mean a lot to me.“ „Of course I'll come with you“, I promised. I would miss out on a lot of work, but if it meant so much to Link, how could I refuse? „Shall we tell Malon and her father the good news? After all, I would like Malon to be my maid of honor.“ Link got up and helped me to my feet. „Of course.“

Malon did not even let us speak as we entered the house. She saw the ring on my finger and flung her arms around both our necks as she squealed in delight. „Oh I'm so happy for you!“ Then she turned around. „Papa! Papa, come here!“ Talon came stumbling into the room, looking like he had just been woken from a nap. „Wha- what is it, Malon? Did something happen?!“ „Oh, something happened alright!“ She grinned. „Rebecca will get married soon!“ The ranch's owner seemed to need a moment to understand what his daughter just told him. But once he understood, he looked at me with tearful eyes. „Oh, Rebecca. That's wonderful news!“ He took my hands in his. „I wish you nothing but the best.“ „Thank you, Talon. That means a lot.“ „Speaking of things that mean a lot“, Link remarked. „I was planning on taking Rebecca on a journey before we get married. Introducing her to some old friends of mine. And that would mean that she would be gone for a while.“ Talon smiled. „It's no trouble. I'm sure we'll find another farmhand, though we will miss her terribly.“ „Actually“, I said softly. „I was thinking... the distance between the city and the ranch is not that great, and I do have a horse. So I thought I might be able to continue working here, even after I got married.“ Talon sighed. „I... I'm not sure if that plan is so well thought-out, Rebecca. I mean, it would be possible, but you would run yourself ragged trying to both run a household and work on the ranch. I'm sorry.“ My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. I knew that I should have expected this, but having Talon so openly refuse my help hurt. „I... see.“ „But you'll always be a welcome guest here“, he tried to comfort me. „And I'm sure Malon will come and visit you whenever she comes to the market. Right, Malon?“ „Of course“, Malon said, noticing how my mood had dropped. „So, when will you leave to on your journey?“ „As soon as Rebecca has packed some clothes“, Link replied. „If that's alright with you, Rebecca.“ I still hadn't entirely recovered from learning that I couldn't work on the ranch anymore, but still I answered:„Sure, I'll go pack my bag.“

Once I was in my room, I took one more look around and felt tears sting my eyes. I knew that once I left, I would probably only return to get the rest of my belongings. So a part of me just wanted to give this room a proper goodbye. The more practical part just grabbed the bag that I had used to carry my clothes from the city to the ranch, and stuffed a few dresses into it. That had always been my strategy. Dive head first into work to distract myself from inconvenient emotions. But still, tears were running down my face and dripped onto the clothes in my shaking hand. The door behind me opened and closed, and a warm, rough hand touched my shoulder. „Hey.“ Link pulled me into his arms. „I'm so sorry about your work here. I know how much it meant to you.“ „I should have expected this“, I said, still sniffling a little. „Talon is right, it would be too stressful.“ „Well, I do have flowerpots underneath my windows. You could try growing some flowers there. And you can still take care of Glory yourself. I'll rent a spot for her in the city's stable, like I did for Epona, and then we can go there together every day to take care of them.“ I knew that he was trying his very best to comfort me. So I smiled at him. „Thank you, Link. Thank you so much.“ He kissed me. „Everything for my fiancée. Are you done packing?“ I looked at my bag. „Yes.“ „Then let's go.“ He ushered me out the door.

After I said farewell to Malon, Talon and Ingo, who, to my surprise, was also a little teary eyed, I led Glory out of the stable and climbed onto her back while Link mounted Epona. With one last look at the place I had called home for the past one and a half years, we followed Link and Epona out onto Hyrule field. Our first destination was Goron City, where the Sage of Fire, Darunia, had once resided. Kakariko, through which we would have to travel, was not that far from Hyrule City, so we arrived there before sunset. We decided to spend the night in Kakariko before starting our hike up the mountain. Luckily, someone had started running an inn with a stable for travelers and their horses there a few years ago. We rented a room for the night and retired, leaving our horses in the care of a stableboy.

The room was small, with barely enough space for the big bed in the middle, but we did not mind to much. What bothered me much more was the fact that this was the first time Link and I would really sleep in the same bed. And that meant that I would have to disrobe in front of him. „Rebecca?“ I turned to him and gasped when I realized that he was already down to his underwear. When he saw my horrified face, he looked down on himself and asked:„...Is it too soon for you to see me like this? S-sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.“ „No, it's fine. I was just startled. That's all.“ I sighed. Well, if Link saw nothing wrong with this, then I didn't want to be such a prude. So I carefully loosened the lacing of my dress and pulled it over my head, crawling under the bedsheets in nothing but my bloomers and my undershirt. Link soon joined me, opening his arms to invite me to cuddle up to him. I accepted and gratefully rested my head on his shoulder. The excitement of the day started to take its toll on me, and I closed my eyes. „Rebecca?“ He let his hand run through my hair. „Hm?“, I muttered, already half asleep. „I love you.“ „I love you, too.“

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