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apomaro-mellow · 4 months

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King&Prince 11

Steve had spent the rest of the day alone in his room. He had a feeling the only reason that happened was because the king himself had given an order to the kids not to bother him at all. Most of the hours he sat at the window sill, looking out onto the land that was supposed to be cursed.

But it was quite the same as the land he'd been raised on. What other lies had his family told about this place? About these people? There were still things Steve didn't understand. It felt like a puzzle had been formed with mixed pieces that no longer fit together.

He wondered how long his father took to make his decision to abandon him. Had he paced around? Had he weighed his options at all? Or had it been an immediate breath of relief when he was able to rid himself of his son? Then he thought about his mother.

She was always softer on him, but in the end never failed to side with her husband. Steve felt he couldn't begrudge her for that, but still wished to know if she argued with him even the smallest bit when he did this.

Steve thought he had known his worth. He might not be the son his parents wanted, but he was still a son. Still a crown prince, born and raised to one day rule. They had put so much work into him. They wanted to send him away, yes, but to be trained and come back even more prepared for his future role as king. They were tossing him away like it all meant nothing.

Well they could always make anoth-

He felt the burn of tears coming on before the thought even finished. They would, wouldn't they? They'd just start over with another child. One that they'd bring up right. They would forget all about Steve. They might even go as far as to strike his name from the record. What need would they have to remember him? He had accomplished nothing under their parentage. Nothing of note to them anyway.

So what was next then? What could he accomplish here? Suppose the king wasn't playing a trick and actually meant what he said. That Steve would be under his protection. What would he be allowed to do? What could he pursue?

Well, he made a pretty good pack mule. Maybe manual labor was in his future. Steve laughed to himself at that. From royal heir, to prisoner, to humble servant. He didn't realize how long he'd been in thought until it started to get dark around him. He turned away from the window, about to start getting ready for bed when he heard a tapping and caw.

There was a raven at the window.

Its wings flapped and it was carrying something in its talons, wrapped in paper. Steve looked at it warily and then the bird cawed again in what sounded like annoyance. Steve opened the window and the bird flew in, dropping its package onto the bed. The bird nudged it towards Steve with its beak.

"You brought that for me?", Steve asked.

The raven cawed.

Steve opened it up carefully and inside was a sandwich. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't eaten much today. He then looked to the bird. "You must be one of the king's messengers?"

The raven's expression was unreadable, but then again he supposed most birds' were. Steve sat on the bed and reached forward to pet the top of its head then under its chin. The raven leaned into it like it was enjoying the scratches.

"You can tell your master...thank you. And here." Steve opened the sandwich and took out some of the meat. "Your delivery fee."

The raven took it carefully into its mouth, cawed at Steve, and then left out of the window into the darkening sky.

This felt like another olive branch. The king assuring him that he was safe here. Steve didn't know what his role would be, what he could accomplish or pursue. But he had the feeling that he might be given the time and the space to decide that for himself.

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The next morning, Steve got ready and was about to leave his room in search of breakfast only to find the king, fist poised to knock.

"Your Majesty?"

"Y-your Highness. Good morning. Didn't expect you to be up so early."

"I'm an early riser by nature", Steve said.

"Then you're just in time for breakfast."

Steve was led down the halls but this time instead of going towards the kitchens, they went into a different room. There was a grand table and at it Robin and Nancy already sat. There was the man from the ambush that Steve recognized but didn't know the name of. King Edward-no Eddie, his name was Eddie, wait, was Steve allowed to call him that? Safer to keep it formal for now. Anyway, the king took his seat at the head of the table.

The only open seat was at the other end, so Steve took it. Nancy didn't look too happy to see him but it wasn't so much that Steve worried about poison in his food. Breakfast was served and the other four mostly kept the conversation going while Steve sat silently chewing. They seemed to be discussing the proceedings of an event happening soon.

It reminded Steve of the festivities happening back home. People would be coming out more, having picnics, and the seasonal fruits that could be enjoyed now.

"So you're not even going to put a leash on him?", Nancy asked, getting Steve's attention.

Eddie grinned. "I'm rather certain his bark his worse than his bite."

"Care to put that to the test?", Steve asked with a raised brow.

"I'd advice against stepping into an arena with Eddie", Jeff said.

"I know I look like a wispy thing, but I can be a heavy hitter", Eddie said, twirling a fork full of egg around.

"I'll believe it when I see it", Steve said. One of the few things he was confident in was his ability to fight.

"I think your time is best spent tutoring someone less trained", Eddie said.

"...You mean Lucas?"

"You want him training Lucas?", Robin asked, jabbing her thumb toward Steve.

"Why not?", Eddie shrugged. "One couldn't ask for a better teacher than a prince."

Steve didn't think it was meant as a compliment. But something warm in his body swelled like it was. Right as breakfast finished, Nancy produced a sheet of parchment and walked it over to Steve, placing it in front of him.

"Your new schedule."

"You made me a schedule?"

"It was the only way she'd allow you free reign of the castle without a binding spell", Eddie said.

Steve had been looking over the assignments when Eddie's words sunk in. He looked up, feeling a mix of awe, confusion, and gratitude. "You're...giving me free reign of the castle?" Of his home?

Eddie smiled in a way that seemed more genuine. "I see no harm in it. Like I said, you're not a prisoner. Think of it as something like an exchange program. Princes travel abroad all the time, don't they?"

Steve looked at the schedule. He noted that each thing had someone with him, almost like a chaperone, sometimes multiple people. If Nancy was the one making this, he was sure it was intentional. But he understood. He hadn't fully proven himself as trustworthy. For the first time, Steve considered if he might kill Eddie if given the chance.

Would his father welcome him back with open arms then?

He shook off the thought, already knowing the answer. If he killed Eddie there was nothing good in it for him.

"When do I start?"

Part 13

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undercovercameron · 2 years

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rise and shine

summary: a little early morning action after midsummers

notes: this timeline does not really exist because i find s2 rafe sexier + midsummer didn't happen then + in this one he doesn't snort coke or kill anybody so this is truly fictional. inspired by that ass (also there are probably hints to size kink and/or a size-coded reader and i happen to not be a small person but suspend ur imagination with me) theres also def some sort of taste kink these guys have going on but im disgusting so

tags: rafe cameron x female reader

word count: 2313 this is hella short and sweet these bitches are easy on the come up (pun intended)

A bird cawes to where it seems like it’s right next to your head, and you awake with a start, gasping.

You open your eyes, blinking furiously, and reach a hand to rub at them. Ew. Your eyes are crusty, and it feels like a thousand rocks smacked into your head. Fuck.

Sitting up slightly, you crack open an eyelid and peer around the room. It’s bright, lit by a window that someone had left open that lights the room in gold.

It’s nice in here, you realize. Too nice. Dark wood covers the walls and the bed you’re in has an expensive headboard and lamps on the side tables. You see the dress you were wearing to Midsummers across the way, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

A noise comes from your left, a groan. Something tightens around your torso, and you look down to see a big, tan arm slung across your waist. You fall to the pillow, turning on your side to face the owner of that arm.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you see his face.

It’s creased with sleep, a clear indent of the pillow beneath his head, and his hair is messy and in his face. His eyebrows are light, and his lips are pink and puffy. His face is relaxed, jaw sharp and cheeks slightly ruddy. He’s so sleepy, and he grunts again when you sink down back into the covers.

Rafe Cameron. You’re being spooned by Rafe Cameron, in nothing but a Kildare County summer gym shirt.

(It’s his.)

You settle, now aware of your surroundings and last night. You guess you had a little too much champagne and too much of your sister’s weed at Midsummers last night. But you’re not exactly complaining— I mean, he is a beautiful man. A little out of your league, maybe, but you have a feeling that doesn’t matter anymore. You rest your head against the headboard briefly, closing your eyes, but jerk forward.

You bring a hand to the back of your head, wincing, and touch the bruise forming there. You must’ve knocked your head against this headboard hundreds of times last night, and evidence that Rafe Cameron had you in his bed and left you with a bruise right where you’d be pressed up against the headboard makes your cheeks flush.

“Come back,” he murmurs, into his pillow, and his fingers tighten on your torso. You acede, sliding down to where you’re fully in his arm’s embrace and under the covers, and sigh contentedly. It’s cool in here, the morning ocean breeze filtering in through the same window that warns you it’s probably early morning. He hums when you turn to face him and bury your face in his pillow, submitting.

You take another moment to look at his face. Pretty. You can’t help but move a hand to cup his jaw, rubbing your thumb along his chin. He moves his face, trying to get comfortable, and a hint of a smile pushes at your lips.

His arm tightens, and then he’s turning to his other side and taking you with him. You squeak, being utterly manhandled, and resign to your position as a rag doll. You sling an arm around the curve of his waist and relax into the mattress.

He blinks into consciousness, squinting in the sunlight, and blows a breath out of his lips. You cringe, smelling the alcohol and hors d’oeuvres.

“That bad?” He mumbles, wiping at his mouth with a thumb, and you can’t help but giggle.

“No,” you whisper, and push with your elbow to lay a kiss on his mouth. He makes a pleased sound, lips moving against yours, and settles onto his back. His arms cage you to him, and you press your hands to his abdomen to lift yourself into his lap. You sit comfortably, hunching down to kiss him, and his hands wander your back. They settle on your hips and just squeeze, and you pull away to get a look at him again.

He’s shirtless, tan chest on display, and you see your own handiwork on his neck—bruising hickeys and bites into his previously unmarred skin. You’re sure you look the same. His legs shuffle under the covers, hips bucking, and you make a noise as he hikes you up his body.

“Hi,” you whisper, face level with him, and push an arm under his pillow to resign yourself into his neck. He just hums again, enjoying your warm body on top of his. His eyes are closed, relaxed, and you stroke a hand through his messy hair.

“Stop looking at me,” he grumbles, and you huff out a laugh.

“Sorry. Can’t help it.”

“Mhm.”

He opens his eyes then, seeing the curve of your hips on his own and just a hint of your head where it’s buried into his collarbone.

“C’mere,” he says, cupping your face in a warm palm, and brings your face up into his vision. Your eyes are closed, and he just admires you. They peek open when he feels your cheek in his palm, just testing the warmth, and you barely smile at him. “You’re sexy,” he says, voice hoarse and rumbling through his chest, and your back tingles.

Your eyes meet his blue ones, and then he’s rising with an arm pushed into the mattress and flipping you onto your back. You make a noise, and he dips to get his mouth on you to taste it. Your legs part, something holy in his mind, and he settles between them with a groan. You’re so warm. A hand pushes up the shirt, trying to touch your waist, and he bristles.

“Where did your underwear go?” His voice is curious, probably with bad intentions, but you just shrug.

“Dunno. Don’t need them,” you respond, quiet, and look up at him squarely. He just shakes his head, and kisses you again.

“Damn right,” he mumbles against your lips. You make a pitiful sound in your throat, desperate, and he can’t help but laugh a little. His hands find your hips, shoving your shirt halfway up to your chest, and his mouth slides from your lips to your neck to the hem of his shirt. He rolls it back up, pressing a kiss to your newly exposed sternum. Your fingers find his hair when he kisses at your breast, just gentle, and finds your nipple in his mouth. You arch up into him, so responsive, and it makes his hips twitch. He licks at one, hand cupping the other, and your eyes fall closed in the feeling. So good.

He’s ready to go again, you notice, and your legs tighten on his torso. He moves to the other nipple, just brushing it with his teeth, and your hips buck.

“So needy,” he mutters, lips caught on your skin, and you agree with a brief whine. It’s sort of humiliating, but you find you don’t really care. What’s so bad about him, anyways?

His hot mouth slides down your skin, kissing his way to your stomach, and two strong hands lift your thighs to brace his head. Your chest heaves at what’s coming. He glances up to your eyes once, eye contact locked, and kisses at the inside of your thigh. So light it feels ticklish, and your legs squeeze.

But his eyes fall away, face disappearing between your legs, and then he’s licking into you.

You grip his hair between your fingers, already making sounds that light his insides on fire, and he hums into your pussy. His grip tightens on your thighs, keeping them spread for him, and he hikes one leg over his strong shoulder. You cant your hips for him at the perfect angle, seeing his mouth seal itself between your thighs. You breathe out a moan high in your throat, and his lips close over your clit, sucking harshly.

“Rafe,” you sigh, eyes falling closed, and bathe in the feeling of his mouth. He just responds with a grunt, tongue pushing into you to taste all of you, and he gets a taste of something salty. Fuck. He must’ve cum inside of you last night. But that only spurs him on, seeking that taste again, and his hands curl around your thighs, pushing tight at your pelvis.

It’s delicious, the way he’s having you. Dirty from last night and burying his face between your legs. You jolt when he presses a kiss at your increasingly-sensitive clit, and he makes an appreciative sound.

“Please,” you say, desperate, and his head bobs with the effort of needing you to cum into his mouth once again. He goes for it messily, pulling back to spit on you, and pushes his tongue back into you. His thumb moves to you and rubs at your clit as he sucks firmly at your folds, licking you until you’re arching your back and whimpering.

His hips push down into the bed, searching for some stimulation, and groans when your wetness only increases. You push onto your elbows, wanting to see, and nearly cum on the spot. There’s a wet ring around his mouth, evidence of your need, and you fall back into the pillows.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he mutters quietly, and his thumb rubs quick circles. You try to buck your hips, trying to get both somehow closer and away from the sensation, but he pushes them back down and sucks.

Your back arches again, and then you’re making a fucking embarrassing noise, thighs shaking, and cum onto his tongue.

He laps it up greedily, tongue still moving as you ride through your orgasm, and chases you as you buck and shiver through it. Fuck, you taste so good.

He’s satisfied then, and pushes up to kiss you. You taste yourself, tangy and sweet, whining into his mouth, and he revels in your reaction. It makes his chest well with pride, getting you so warm so early in the morning.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you sigh into his mouth, one hand snaking around his shoulder and the other entangled in his hair. It’s soft under your fingertips.

He pulls away, mouth wet, and has another look at you. You’re bared for him, breasts naked and chest flushed. Your cheeks are pink, and your eyes are more awake than they’ve ever been. You look so beautiful.

“You hungry?” He asks, muffled by another kiss, and you nod. He grunts, pushing up onto an arm and getting up from the bed.

You exhale in disappointment, sad that his warmth is leaving, and turn onto your side. But you like to watch him walk away, in that tight underwear that you recognize from last night. His broad frame disappears into the bathroom, and the sink turns on. You sigh, gathering your strength, and stumble into the bathroom after him. He’s brushing his teeth, and you mourn that you can’t taste yourself on him anymore.

You press yourself into his back, admiring the way he looks in the mirror, and he ducks to spit the toothpaste into the sink. Your hand snakes around his waist, fingers moving with less than honorable intentions, and you press your hand to his crotch. He’s hard.

He rinses his mouth, eyes flicking up to you in the mirror, and your cool hand slips past the waistband of his underwear. You grip him firmly between your fingers, and he slams the faucet closed with a forced exhale on his lips. You take his dick out of his underwear, thumb brushing past the tip, and move your hand hesitantly against the shaft.

He straightens, shoulders back with his hands pressed to the counter, and you kiss at his shoulder blade, wrist moving steadily. He grunts, head hanging, and his hips twitch when you focus on the tip.

“Fuck,” he breathes, looking at you through the mirror, and you mouth at his warm skin, wanting him to feel good. Your hand moves quickly, seeking his orgasm, and his head leans back, eyes rolling. You smile. He’s sort of slick, easy to move with, and you hum at the feeling.

“So good to me, Rafe,” you mumble, hand twisting, and he swallows. “You taste so good.”

It’s still so early in the morning, nobody else in the house moving around, but you’ve got him shuddering with just your hand and your mouth pressed to his strong back. His hips jerk, and your hand moves up to just the pink head, and then he’s groaning openly and cumming into your hand.

You slow, just wanting him to have the taste of overstimulation he gave you, and he nearly collapses into the sink.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he says your name for the first time this morning, and you smile at his shoulder. Your hand pulls away, and you’re licking it before he can catch you.

He turns, catching you around the wrist, and guides your fingers into your mouth, watching the way you suck and clean them of his cum. It’s so erotic that he knows he’ll be hard again if you’re not careful.

“Now we can have breakfast,” you whisper, licking your lips one last time, and lean in for a kiss. He dodges you first, evil, and your eyebrows furrow. But he just takes your neck in his hand and gets his mouth on you, making a satisfied noise. You hum, shoulders slumping, and wind your arms around his neck.

“We could also just stay here,” he mumbles, and you pull away to just look at him. “I could have you again.” His voice is low, still kind of hoarse, and your legs squeeze together. He notices, smirking, and grabs a handful of your ass.

“Not yet,” you reply, finger pressed against his lips. “I need some food in me.”

“You need a lot of things in you, honey,” he says, and you roll your eyes.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #obx #outer banks #rafe x reader #smut #obx smut

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levi-venn · 10 months

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Cross and Crow

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Final) Available also on AO3

The Mount Tantiss cell where they kept Crosshair had a window, fortified with durasteel bars and a view that showed an indifferent blue sky with thin, half-hearted clouds.

The bastard scientists said the window was a show of kindness.

Crosshair found it cruel.

The view told him very little of his surroundings. He was facing North, two levels above ground. There was a docking bay to the East. No air traffic besides the occasional Imperial freighter carrying supplies.

He hated the view.

His eyes would snap to any movement outside, his heart betraying him with painful lurches, hoping that one of those damn supply ships would be the Marauder. His brothers swooping in to his rescue, forgetting every cruel thing he had said and done to them. End his nightmare. Take him back.

After two weeks of false hopes and bitter heartache, he sacrificed his thin blanket to cover the window.

Fuck them, he decided. They abandoned me first, anyway.

On that first blanketless night, his sleep was broken. He shivered through fractured dreams of a remote outpost, Mayday in his arms, staggering towards the warm light in the distance that seemed to drift farther away the longer he walked.

“Almost there…” He lied to his brother. “Hang on…Just a little farther.”

***

The next day, sunlight burst into the cell with laser precision, blinding him with thoughtless cheer. Crosshair snarled awake, squinting at the window.

There were holes in the blanket. It looked like the cheese he’d pull off his sandwiches and toss to Wrecker, only to have Tech point out the importance of calcium in Crosshair's diet.

He pulled back the blanket and peered out the window. The sky was empty. Even the clouds had abandoned him.

Still…something made these holes.

Breakfast came soon after. They fed him generously. Wanted him healthy for the experiments that came at him every three days.

He collected a piece of bread, a few bits of whatever the Empire considered "sausage", and a clump of egg whites. He placed the offerings on the sill.

At worst, ants would come.

At best...

The crow swooped in immediately, soundlessly landing, but cawing bombastically in Crosshair’s face. He nearly fell backwards into his cell.

He growled back at the corvid.

The crow ignored him and pecked at the food experimentally before accepting the eggs, knocking the bread and sausage back into the cell.

On training missions off-world, Crosshair would birdwatch through his rifle's scope. First out of boredom, then out of fascination. Birds didn’t thrive on Kamino so any chance he could, his scope would search for these creatures that took for granted the stormless skies.

More often than not, Hunter would toss something at him, pulling his brother’s focus back to their training. Once Crosshair deflected the pebble Hunter threw at him and it pinged Wrecker in the head. Wrecker turned and slapped the datapad out of Tech's hands. Tech, fuming at being wrongfully accused, tackled Wrecker and Hunter dove in to break them up. Crosshair sat in his perch, pleased with himself at the chaos below while above him two territorial hummingbirds fought over a tree too big for either of them.

The squad got black marks on their record that day. It was worth it.

After eating the eggs, the crow tilted its head left, then right, thoroughly examining Crosshair in every direction it could turn its large, midnight head. After its studies were complete, it flapped noisily away, leaving two black feathers behind.

Crosshair kept the feathers hidden under his pillow.

He didn’t know why.

The crow didn’t return for the rest of the day.

But Crosshair started looking out the window again.

Three days went by.

A full day of experiments. Poking. Prodding. Gassing. Drugging. Restraining. Isolating. Breaking. Rebuilding.

By nightfall he was dragged back to his cell without being told why they did any of it. They owed him no explanation.

And if I knew, would it be better? Worse?

They gave him stew. He could barely stomach smelling it.

Fighting the tremors in his hands, he plucked a piece of potato, shredded meat, and a few beans from the bowl and climbed onto his bed to the window. He placed the offering, then passed out onto his mattress, dead to the world.

The next day he awoke to a shrill caw.

His heart leapt in a dangerous way. He didn’t want to feel this. He didn’t want to experience a reprieve from this nightmare, a joy that could be ripped away at any moment. The crow was just a scavenger, a hungry opportunist. Eventually, it would move on and Crosshair would be alone again.

The crow looked at him and he scowled back.

It ate a bean.

It ate some meat.

It rolled the potato back into the room and onto Crosshair’s bed, which-

Wait...no...

Crosshair blinked. It wasn’t a potato the crow had give him.

It was a pinecone. Young. Unfurled. A little green.

When he looked up again, the crow was gone.

He hid the pinecone under his pillow, next to the two feathers.

He didn’t know why.

***

Dreams were more dangerous than hope. On nights after an experiment, he was usually too exhausted to dream. But this night he had pulled the pinecone from beneath his pillow. He clutched it as he slept.

And he dreamt of an ocean.

Loud waves crashing against the sturdy pillars of Kamino’s science facility. Crosshair and his brothers, too young to be soldiers and old enough to know better, sat preciously on a ledge overlooking the endless sea. They snacked from a tin of biscuits Tech and Hunter had stolen as a “stealth exercise”.

Crosshair balanced the tin lid on his finger and spun it for Wrecker, who giggled and clapped, getting biscuit crumbs everywhere.

Hunter said something to Crosshair, but the words were lost under the roar of relentless waves. Crosshair tried to shout back, but his words turned into a shrill-

Caw! Caw!

Crosshair snapped awake, his cheeks cold and wet.

He hissed and wiped the tears away, squinting up at the crow who was waiting for breakfast, beak pressed through the bars impatiently.

Breakfast came in the form of pastry discs, eggs, strips of meat that weren’t bacon.

The crow seemed to like the eggs best. Crosshair added more to the sill.

They ate together.

And the crow rolled another trinket onto Crosshair’s bed.

A piece of white plastoid.

It joined the pair of feathers beneath Crosshair’s pillow.

The pinecone stayed with Crosshair as he slept at night. It helped him sleep. It kept nightmares away.

He didn’t know why.

***

More experiments. Suffocating. Burning. Freezing. Breaking. Rebuilding.

When he was dragged back to his cell, he saw food was waiting for him. Some sort of egg hash, leftovers from the morning.

Egg will be pleased.

He left his offering on the sill for Egg, then he and the pinecone slept.

Too exhausted to dream, Crosshair woke to the sound of two loud caws. Always two.

Good morning.

Crosshair added more eggs to the sill and a piece of the terrible bacon.

Egg pecked at the bacon suspiciously, letting out a little disgruntled cluck that made Crosshair’s lips to twitch unexpectedly.

He didn’t smile. But he wasn’t scowling.

The tense knot of hopelessness was loosening in Crosshair’s chest as if Egg had been pecking at it each morning, fraying his sanity, giving him false peace.

Throw the tray at the window, he begged himself. Bang the cup on the bars. Shoo Egg - shoo the crow - away before reality kicks in. You’re in here. Egg’s out there. One day, he won’t come back.

Crosshair stared at his tray. It shook in his hands.

Do it. Get it over with.

But then something clattered on the tray.

Crosshair stared at the object.

Too late. Sanity gone. This isn’t real. It can’t be. I want this too much.

A piece of crudely crafted wood, a message carved in.

[Look down]

Crosshair stared at the words, struggling to keep his hope smothered.

[Look down]

He knew that handwriting. Meticulous. Precise. By a hand that taught Crosshair how to write, that comforted him when the thunder was too loud and the lightning too bright, that would ball into a fist when regs teased him about his hair, his lankiness, his uniqueness.

Crosshair climbed onto his bed.

Both he and Egg looked down together.

Crosshair hadn’t spoken in months, but there was no one else in the galaxy he wanted to speak to more than his brother at this moment.

With a raspy hiss he asked: “Where the hell are your goggles?”

Part Two: Tech and Crow

#Bad Batch #Crosshair #Bad Batch Crosshair #Star Wars #After Season 2 Finale #Wrote this to cope #Crosshair is fine and we're fine and everything is fine #First fic in Bad Batch fandom so be kind #This is part one #Part two will be Tech's part #Tech is also fine and we're all fine here now thank you how are you?

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dreaming-about-fanfictions · 2 years

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Almost Forgotten Dreams (Part 2 of 2) ~ Morpheus x Reader

Summary: Another year has passed since you left Morpheus but you're feelings for him are still there. One night, you find yourself in his throne room and you realize that maybe there is a chance for your relationship after all. II angst & fluff

READ PART 1 HERE

Requested: yes Pairing: Morpheus x gender-neutral!Reader

Words: 2.3k Warnings: none

“Why don’t you – caw – just go to them, boss?” The sound of wings flapping in the air and then Matthew landed on the bench next to Morpheus. The Dream Lord sat across the street from your apartment, hands buried in his pockets.

“They don’t want to see me”, he said to his raven without looking away from your window. It was dark outside but your kitchen fully lit, the window partly open. Soft tunes drifted across the pavement and you moved slowly to them. Hips swinging, fingers tapping on your thighs as you stirred something inside a small pot.

Matthew cawed again and tilted his little head. “I think they’d be happy to see you. They look happy … all things considered.”

“They’re still hurting.” Morpheus wanted nothing more than to go over to you, knock on your door and pull you into a hug. Every cell of his body longed for your touch, your scent, the sound of your voice when his name rolled off your tongue. But you told him you needed time and he wanted to respect your wishes. Another year had passed. People might think this would feel like the blink of an eye for an Endless but without you by his side, it mirrored an eternity of loneliness. He felt your presence in the Dreaming every night, yet you didn’t call for him. Not once.

“That’s why I said all things considered”, Matthew countered.

Dream huffed and leaned back against the bench. In the kitchen, you leaned over the pot and tried that looked like a red sauce. It was too hot – you coughed and jumped in surprise. It was … cute. Morpheus smiled.

“Just go to them.” Matthew tipped his beak against Morpheus leg when he saw his reaction to your clumsiness but Morpheus smile fell and he stood up.

“They made their choice long ago.”

***

A soft “caw” made you look up from the pot. On your windowsill, outside in the dark, sat a bird. Not just any bird – a raven. You froze. Its small black eyes stared at you through the glass.

“Matthew?”, you asked softly. Could it be …? Could Dream be …?

But the raven just flapped his wings and a moment later he vanished into the night.

“Nice”, you mumbled, “talking to random birds now, do we.” However, your curiosity had been sparked. You walked over to the window and opened it. The stupid hope grew inside of you that maybe he was sitting across the street, on the bench that faced your apartment.

It was empty. Disappointed, you turned, ready to close the window when a familiar black coat caused you to gasp.

There, at the end of the street, a man in a black coat walked underneath a street light, hands buried in his pockets. Was it possible that …?

You blinked and he was gone.

“You’re going crazy”, you whispered and finally closed the window.

***

After six years, the throne room still looked the same. It towered over you, majestic in its own right, a mirror of Dream’s power.

You stood at the foot of the stairs, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, feeling painfully underdressed. If you knew that he’d call on you, you would definitely worn something different.

He. Morpheus. The king who raised from his throne in this moment, a mixture of emotions written all over his face. Confusion, anxiety, and utter relief.

“You came.”

You let out a shuddering breath when his voice travelled down to you, so full of disbelief, full of love. “You called?”

He frowned as he came down the stairs, eyes fixated on you, as if he was scared you were just a pigment of his own imagination. A dream. “I did not.”

“What?” You didn’t understand. “How?”

“You asked for time. I would not have called on you without a sign. I merely left the doors to my palace open.” He came to halt before you and his voice was barely a whisper when he said: “You dreamed yourself here.”

Silence fell between you as you took each other in. His eyes were warm and full of admiration as he bathed in your presence. Your heart beat a thousands miles per hour in your chest and you were scared he’d actually hear it. Emotions flooded over you, your heart, drowning it in them.

After Morpheus helped you last year and your fiancé mysteriously disappeared, you needed a while to get back on your feet. A weird mixture of shock and fear from the violence that looked you in the eyes kept you awake at night. Once you started to slowly feel better, those feelings got replaced with the irritation Morpheus’ visit had left inside of you. You had been sure that you’d never see him again but then he was there for you, in your most vulnerable moment. And quickly you realized that all the feelings you had tried to bury deep inside your soul had come crashing back once he had reached for your hands in that night.

You loved him. Still. But how could you ever be with him? So instead, you spent your nights lingering in the Dreaming, looking at the palace from afar, too scared to actually step foot in it. Until tonight – apparently your unconsciousness had enough of this.

“I was scared to come here”, you admitted.

Morpheus tilted his head ever so slightly. “Why?”

“You know why.”

“Say it.” The demand was spoken softly but it was still this – a demand.

Overwhelmed, you took a step back. “Dream, I –“

“I love you still”, he interrupted you, voice dripping with hurt. “Are these the words you’re scared of?”

You woke up with a gasp.

***

It took you three nights to come to your decision. Three nights of restlessness, of thoughts running wild inside your mind. His words kept replaying inside of you. I love you still. They were devastating and yet, they made your heart flutter. You hated it. For years, you had wished to forget him. You prayed that your feelings would go away – but they didn’t.

However, you also realized that neither of you could move on as long as you wouldn’t give him a decent explanation. It was only fair and so you decided, tonight would be the night. No matter your feelings, after tonight you had a chance to finally look forward.

“Dream?” You sat by the lilac river again. Not on the bridge this time but on a small patch of grass underneath a maple tree. The air smelled like lavender and in the distance, the pair of ducks cuddled by the water.

You were certain that Morpheus had heard you. “Dream?”, you tried again. “I want to explain … please.”

“You don’t owe me an explanation.”

You flinched when he appeared behind you, a stern look on his face. He made it known that he didn’t want to be here – it stung. Morpheus came closer, sitting down beside you in the warm grass.

You shook your head. “I think, I do.”

He didn’t look at you, instead he stared at the pair of ducks across the water, lips pressed together to a sharp line. His coldness made sense to you, yet it made you hesitant.

“Were we not happy?”, he asked quietly. “Were we not in love?”

Something inside of you broke. “We were.”

“Then why did you leave?”

“I wanted a normal human life.” It wasn’t the first time you had told him this and it still felt wrong. It wasn’t the whole truth. You wanted to get to that but Morpheus spoke again:

“What does that mean for you? A family? Children? I can offer you that and so much more.” It cost him strength to say it. You could tell by the way his whole body tensed up. You hurt him. Possibly even angered him. “I would have given you everything. Dreamed everything for you. There’s nothing in this or any other universe that you don’t deserve, that I wouldn’t have created for you.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks but the bitterness caused you to look to the ground. He had told you this before, the first time you had left him. What he didn’t know was, that exactly these words captured the whole essence of your problem.

“Unless that is what you don’t want?” He looked at you now, searching for answers.

You pulled on the grass until the silence became unbearable. “How could I?”, you whispered, eyes meeting his. “How can I ever be enough for someone like you when you talk about creating universes?”

“You’re scared of not being enough?”, he scoffed as if this was really so unbelievable.

You let out a deep, shaking breath. Here we go. “What happens when one day the excitement fades and you see me for what I am?”, you asked him. “A boring, normal human with no special abilities.”

“It pains me to hear how you speak about yourself.”

“But it’s the truth, Morpheus!”, you shot back, sounding harsher than intended. “You’re Dream, you’re Oneiros, the Shaper of Forms, the God of Dreams, the King of Nightmares, an Endless. And I’m just … me.” Breathless, you stared at him. His gaze didn’t leave you for a second.

“No special abilities.” He shook his head. “Not a day, not an hour, not a minute goes by where you are not on my mind. Everything I do, I do with you in the back of my mind. You are ever present for me. The reason I haven’t gone truly insane by now is knowing that I can feel you every night when you enter my realm. You have no special abilities?” As if the river sensed its Kings anger, it began to flow faster. Waves hit the shore, warm drops of water splashing on your legs. “Nightmares haven’t touched you in over a year because they are too terrified of what would happen when I find out they came to you. Dreams stay away for that very reason. Lucienne and Matthew watch you from the library windows every night. The Dreaming comes to a halt whenever you enter it. All because you bewitched its ruler, made him fall terribly and utterly in love with you.”

In the distance, the skies darkened and the trees bowed to the sudden wind. Thunder rumbled far away. You didn’t care. Your brain had trouble keeping up, digesting what he just told you. “Is that true?”

He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, suddenly looking very tired. When he opened them again, the river began to slow. “Have I ever lied to you?”

No, he hadn’t. And you wanted the words to be enough – but they weren’t. Tears dwelled up and you swallowed heavily, trying to chase them away. “What if your feelings change?”

“How could they? Just look at you … look at your soul.” He smiled softly. “My responsibilities are important to me and I can’t promise you to not get distracted by them from time to time. But my love for you will not change. Not today, not tomorrow, not in a thousand years. There are some things that I just know.” Morpheus sunk back and propped himself up on his elbows as he looked up to you. Without you realizing, you leaned forward.

“So many stories and they all tell us that relationships between gods and mortals are destined to fail.” There it was – the tear. You leaned in even more, your foreheads touched and you felt him sigh at the touch. Your fingers searched for his and he squeezed them tightly.

“I’m not a god, my love”, he murmured. “And even if I were, wouldn’t you want to be the one to prove the stories wrong?”

You finally give in to the desire to touch him. You let go of his hand and gently put your own to his face. His eyes fluttered shut. Gods, he was beautiful.

And he offered to be yours.

It was so tempting. It was everything you ever wanted, everything you needed. You wanted to give in, to believe him, to feel like you could be enough for him.

“Tell me how I can prove my intentions to you”, Morpheus asked as if he had heard your thoughts. “Tell me a way, any way. You have me in the palm of your hand.”

It was too much. Without further thinking you leaned down and softly pressed a kiss to his lips. He tasted like love and devastation and you couldn’t comprehend that you were the reason for it.

“I’m terrified.” Your lips touched his when you spoke and he captured them, kissing you again.

“So am I.” His hand reached for yours that was still resting on his cheek. Gently, he placed your hand on his lips, kissing your knuckles ever so softly.

Looking back on this moment, you didn’t know what it was that left you weak and defenseless. His words of promising you an eternity by his side? His kisses, so soft, so longing, as if he had waited millennia just to feel your lips? His longing for you that he didn’t even try to conceal? The raw truth and hurt in his eyes as he held on to your hand, terrified that you would leave him again. Maybe it was all of the above. But before you could come up with another reason to leave, you gave in:

“Can we take it slow? A date in the Waking World. As a start?”

He closed his eyes again and you physically felt the relief of him all around you. Those words were what he had been waiting for. The river stilled, the sky brightened, the smell of lavender once again filled the air – heavy, warm, sensual. “Anything for you, my Queen.”

You chuckled. “Calling me your queen is not taking it slow, Dream.”

He countered your statement with the most beautiful smile. “And yet it’s the truth.”

***

“Fucking finally”, Matthew whispered when he watched the scene unfold in front of him. “Took them long enough.”

tagging the people who wanted a 2nd part: @layla2-49 @lilithskywalker @kuchokitty

thank you for reading!

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snapeaddict · 8 months

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Snapetober Day 7 - Corvids

Albus was about to dip his quill back in the inkwell when a quiet but steady knock interrupted him - frowning slightly, he lifted his head, his gaze instinctively drawn to the door on the other side of his office. Another second, however, was enough for him to realise that the sound could not have come from there, as it was too close to him and definitely not the type of noise one would make when knocking on wood. No, this was the sound of someone knocking on glass - behind him.

He turned slightly in his seat. To his surprise, his gaze met with the piercing black eyes of a raven, who was standing proudly on the other side of the window. The beautiful animal was holding a roll of parchment secured by an elegant emerald ribbon. When Albus did not move, he started knocking on the window with his beak again.

Carefully, Albus unlocked it and extended a friendly hand, gesturing for the bird to come inside.

"Well, aren't you magnificent", he commented as the raven landed elegantly on his right arm. He started stroking his feathers with the back of his left hand. "Look at our friend here, Fawkes", he said in his familiar's direction. "Won't you say hello?"

Fawkes was standing on his perch, to his right. He cast them a suspicious glance and, without delay, landed right on the headmaster's desk, the long red feathers of his tail knocking over most of the papers and quills that had been there. Albus sighed.

Carefully, Fawkes approached the raven. The other bird glanced back at him with indifference, obviously waiting for the dull-witted human between them to relieve him of his burden. The phoenix tilted his head, observing him closely for a few more seconds. Albus thought he detected a hint of jealousy in his friend's posture - he prepared to stroke his feathers too, as a sign of peace, but just as he started moving his arm, Fawkes attempted to snatch the parchment from the raven's beak.

It was, of course, immediately followed by the other's retaliation as the corvid cawed loudly and tried to get away.

Fearing for the safety of the letter, Albus risked his hand in the middle of their fight, snatching it from the raven with dexterity. The black bird tilted his head to look at him and, seemingly satisfied with the fate of his delivery, jumped onto the desk and started nudging Fawkes' head feathers, making him squawk in indignation.

Overall, it was very much like a kitten fight, Albus thought. He turned his attention back to the parchment roll. Tied to the ribbon was a card, which he promptly turned. It read as follows:

To: Severus Snape

From: The European Academy of Potioneers, Alchemists and Herbalists

Albus' heart missed a beat. Two thoughts rushed through his mind at the same time, and he looked at the card confusedly for a few more seconds: Severus had passed his final doctorate viva only yesterday - it was too soon - and why was he the one to receive the boy's correspondence? A bird always went to the person the letter was addressed to, unless there was an issue.

He looked up again. Fawkes was lying on his back, kicking the raven with his legs provocatively. There went the myth of the dignified phoenix.

"I'll leave you two gentlemen to handle your business", he told them very seriously. "I trust it will be carried with the utmost civility."

He was coming down the stairs precipitately when he ran into Minerva - startled, he almost fell over, and she was the one who stabilised him. She straightened her glasses.

"I thought we were having tea?" she told him drily. "I certainly did not get the time wrong."

Albus smiled at her.

"You did not, my dear professor. There simply is a minor setback - this", he showed her the parchment roll, "just came for Severus and I need to find the boy."

Minerva raised a disapproving eyebrow, following him downstairs.

"And why was it delivered to you?"

"I suppose the bird could not find him anywhere, and because it is an important letter, brought it to me instead of returning it to the sender."

"An important letter?"

Albus handed her the parchment sroll.

"From the academy."

Minerva stopped, looking down at the card with astonishment.

"That's his doctorate!"

"What I find rather strange is that it usually takes several days for the committee to make their decision known", Albus said, opening and closing a door behind them. "That is extremely quick."

Minerva frowned.

"He hasn't failed", she replied blankly.

"Of course he hasn't, Minerva. Which makes it all the more exciting."

He knocked on the door to Severus' quarters, took a step back, and waited. When he received no reply, he tried two more times, but to no avail.

"He might be in his laboratory", Minerva ventured. "He's been living there for three years."

Albus sighed. "I was hoping he would take a break from this now that all is done, but that might explain it. Let's go, my dear."

The door was open, and for once, there was no suspicious smoke or fumes coming out of the lab. When a soft knock on the door went unanswered, Albus made his way in, closely followed by Minerva.

The place was lit by a dozen candles, and two cauldrons stood in its center, which was much less that usual.

Severus was at his desk, his head buried in his arms above a thick pile of notebooks and loose paper. They could only see half of his face, but he looked incredibly peaceful - without his usual scowl, the Potion Master looked very young, and indeed he was.

He was only 25.

While Severus' apartments were at ground level, his lab, like his classes, was located underground. There were no windows and, as a result, the raven had evidently been unable to find him.

For a few moments, his colleagues observed him in silence - the first fondly, the other obviously disapproving of his chaotic sleep schedule.

"He looks angelic", Albus whispered.

"You mean he looks like death warmed over", Minerva replied acerbically.

Gently, she nudged his shoulder. The Slytherin's head jerked up - he straightened in his seat, looking startled and lost in the few seconds it took him to put back on his usual air of indifference, which he did with some difficulty. He blinked several times.

"Headmaster, Professor McGonagall", he managed, looking around him before returning his gaze to the two of them. "What...?"

"We are very sorry to disturb you, my boy", Albus told him. "I would have let you sleep, but this just came for you, and I do believe you will want to open it as soon as possible."

Minerva handed him the parchment scroll, which Severus took with unconcealed surprise.

"Is that... already?" he muttered to himself.

"I think it is", Albus replied excitedly.

Minerva cleared his throat. He took on a more serious expression. "Should we leave you to open it, Severus?"

The young man hesitated.

"No", he said quietly. "You are welcome to stay. I just don't understand why it came so early."

"It might be good news?"

"Or bad ones. I suppose a poor performance does not require much deliberation."

Minerva rolled her eyes.

"You did not give a poor performance, dear. And your supervisors thought your thesis was "genius", if I recall. You have no reason to be afraid."

Severus nodded, though he did not look convinced. He unrolled the parchment, revealing a neatly hand-written text written in green ink, and remained silent as he read through it in its entirety.

Both Minerva and Albus felt the tension building up: the deputy headmistress even started biting her lip, a habit she had picked up in her school days.

"I passed", Severus finally said, his voice blank. "With an Outstanding mention, unanimous congratulations from the jury, and four proposals for publication."

And, because he was not hugely skilled at communicating his emotions, Albus and Minerva did it for him, bursting out with joy.

"Albus, this is a complete mess."

Two screaming birds almost flew right into them, the collision only avoided thanks to Severus' quick reflexes.

"Severus, get your raven off my familiar, I beg you", Albus asked plaintively.

Fawkes and the raven landed on the floor, bickering ferociously.

"My raven?"

"He brought your letter."

"I don't know him."

"Look at what he's doing to Fawkes!"

"Let the bird have his moment, Albus", Minerva intervened jokingly. "One cannot always be regal, even a phoenix."

"I am fairly certain that is your fire-whiskey bottle they are about to knock over, Minerva - the very one you want to celebrate with."

"WHAT-"

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specialagentlokitty · 9 months

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Mr Evershed x Teen!reader - trespassing innocently

Hej 🫶 do you want to write a part two of trespassing innocently? That would be great. Thank you. 🥰 - Anon💜

Part two:

Mr Evershed kept a close eye on the time when he got back, and he was started to get concerned that you weren’t going to show up.

It had nearly been an hour, so he began to pull his jacket on and there was a knock on his door.

Rushing over, he opened it and you stood there grinning a little bit.

“Sorry, got sidetracked, where’s the shed?”

“You can stay in the spare room it’s no problem.”

“Shed.”

He sighed heavily and gestured for you to come through the home and you stared at him and he went out the front door.

He took you around the side of the house and through the gate, then led you over to the neatly organised shed.

You set your stuff and nodded your head.

“Yeah this’ll do till that storm passes.”

“Are you sure? It’s not warm and the wind will still get in.”

You shrugged a bit and sat down on the floor and looked up at him.

“I’ll go when it passes.”

“I’ll bring you out some things.”

Mr Evershed walked away back into the house and you sat there looking around the sheds

It wasn’t really ideal, but it was something at least, it would keep you safe and dry from the storm that was going to be rolling through over the next day.

It wasn’t long until Mr Evershed came back, he handed you a little torch, and set a few blankets and hoodies down next to you.

Crouching down, he set his bag on the floor and opened it, using the torch to show you what was in there.

“I’ve got some food in here, a few hand warmers, and a flask of hot chocolate I didn’t know what you wanted. I’ll come out in the morning with some more, but if you want to come inside just let me know.”

“I’ll be fine out here.”

Mr Evershed nodded his head and he sat down, holding out the flask to you, and covered you up with a few blankets.

“You’ll come knock if you need anything?”

You nodded.

“And you’ll come tell me before you leave?”

Again you nodded and he nodded his head as he got up from the floor.

“I’ve got one more thing.”

He left again and came back a few moments later with an air mattress and he set it next to you on the floor.

“It’s not the best but since you won’t come in.”

“It’ll do.”

He nodded and left you there, but he found it hard to sleep.

He was worried about you, knowing that you were out there and refusing to come inside, but at least you were safe.

You laid down on the air mattress it a wave of relief washed over you, it was better than concrete or hard flooring.

It was comfortable and for once in a long time you were actually warm, so after barricading the door you fell into a light sleep.

The following morning, you woke up to the sound of something on the roof and you shot up.

Listening carefully, you waited a few moments before you smiled and unlocked the door then left.

Stepping outside, you held out your arm and the bird on the roof came swooping down with a small cry.

“Hello buddy, how’re you.”

You gently scratched his head and went back into the shed to get some light, and you let the crow hop around.

Pulling a blanket around your shoulders, you helped the crow create a little warm nest and watched as he buried himself in it.

Smiling to yourself, you laid back down and drifted to sleep for another hour and woke up to the morning light coming in.

Sitting up, you stretched and looked around, the crow cawed and you let him hop up on your shoulder and left the shed again.

The rain had stopped, the skies were as blue as ever, and a cool breeze gently swept across the area.

“The calm before the storm…” you mumbled.

The crow next to you cawed and jumped down to scour the garden for any food.

You began to explore the garden as well, seeing if you could find anything of interest.

While you were doing that, Mr Evershed was in the kitchen making breakfast, and he could see you from the window looking around.

Walking over to the back door, he opened it and stepped outside.

“Do you want to come eat inside?” He called.

You jumped and spun around, and you looked at him before shaking your head.

“No I’ll eat out here.”

Walking over, you stood by the back door and you looked at the crow hopping on the bottom of the doorframe, looking around.

Holding your hand out, you picked him up and placed him on the counter and looked into the kitchen.

“Rex needs water.”

Mr Evershed set some food on a plate.

“Who’s Rex?” He asked.

The bird cawed loudly and Mr Evershed jumped back, and you grinned a little, pointing to the bird.

“I’m not giving a bird a drink.”

“You have to hes my bird.”

Mr Evershed handed you your plate and you backed away, and Rex came with you, hopping near you while you sat on the wet floor to eat.

You shared your food with him, and Mr Evershed came out, giving you a glass of water and giving a smaller cup of water and some scrapes of food to the bird.

Then he sat down in the doorway to eat his own food.

“Why do you have a bird?” He asked.

“He’s a crow, some teenagers threw stones at him, so I nursed him back to health. He follows me around now.” You shrugged.

Mr Evershed nodded his head.

He looked at you to see you pushing some of your food on your plate.

“Is something wrong with it? I can get you something else?”

You shook your head.

“No, I’m finished.”

“You want me to put it in a tub for later?”

You nodded your head and he smiled taking the plate from you.

He came back out to find you sat in the shed, playing a game with Rex, and he set the tub down and watched.

You were hiding a coin in different objects and Rex was easily picking up on where you were hiding it.

Mr Evershed smiled and he looked at you.

“Can I ask you something (Y/N)?”

“Whatever.”

“Why are you on the streets?”

You glanced at him and went back to the game.

“Life’s shit sometimes.”

“Alright, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Never said I was gonna give a proper one.” You snickered.

He rolled his eyes and sighed a little bit.

“Look, life sucks sometimes you know? We just gotta go with it.” You shrugged.

“I want to help you, you don’t have to do it alone.”

You looked at him again, and you gave the coin to Rex to let him carry on with the game by himself.

“Nobody can bail me out of this man, I gotta figure it out.”

“It’s not bailing you out, it’s offering you a help hand.”

“Don’t need it.”

Mr Evershed shook his head.

“You do, but I can’t make you take it. But the offer is there alright? Just in the other side of the door, all you have to do is knock.”

“Yeah.”

Mr Evershed came in and out every so often to check on you and bring you something to eat or refill your flask for you.

Rex had gone somewhere and you were standing by the shed door watching as the dark clouds came rolling closer.

The distant rumble of thunder grew louder, and you could see lightning streaking across the sky.

The wind was picking up, and you gave a loud whistle.

You went back into the shed and a few moments later Rex came swooping in and you huddled him in his makeshift nest.

You pulled everything away from the door and you sat by it waiting.

“Here, I’ve made more than enough for the night, but please come inside.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll leave the back door unlocked, if it gets too much come in okay?”

You said nothing and he went inside and you closed the door.

Soon enough the storm hit, rain came lashing down, thunder so loud the floor felt like it was shaking.

The lightening lit everything up like daylight.

You tried to ignore the storm, but every crack of thunder and flash of lightening put you on edge.

The wind screamed as it slammed into the shed, making it creak a little and some rain was getting in.

You thought maybe it was start to die down, but it only seemed to get worse and worse as time went on.

The final strike was the flash of lightening somewhere nearby and you jumped up, grabbing your things and the nest.

You quickly rushed out and towards the back door, carefully opening it and quietly slipping inside.

It was late, and the house was quiet with only a Tv on in a different room.

Closing the door, you set the nest in the floor, and you looked around, finding a table you sat under it and fixed your eyes to the window.

Tears filled your eyes as your heart pounded in your chest, fear flooding your veins.

The sound of someone coming into the room made you tense, and you buried your head into your knees.

Mr Evershed found you easily, he followed the trail of water, and he pulled a chair out.

He got under the table and sat next to you, placing his hand on your back, not saying a word but letting you know he was there

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wisedawn13 · 7 months

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#xiantober Day 17: Crowxian

Lan Zhan's new neighbour is annoying.

He is also alarmingly beautiful.

His new neighbour—Wei Ying—laughs often, talks a lot, and attracts crows to his house.

All in all, he's had worse neighbours.

Wei Ying treats the crows with kindness.

Lan Zhan often watches when Wei Ying goes out into his yard to talk to the crows. It's sweet to see, honestly, if a bit odd. He speaks to them as if they understand him—as if they respond.

It's not too long until a crow wanders over to Lan Zhan's yard one day when he's outside.

The crow eyes him warily from a distance, tilting its head as it sizes him up.

He stares at it calmly until it flies away.

Lan Zhan puts out a bowl of peanuts after that.

As the days pass, the crows visit him more and more. They gradually become comfortable around him.

They no longer flee if he moves at all.

But they don't get close enough to touch. Not like with Wei Ying.

He doesn't know why that hurts as much as it does.

So, he starts talking to the birds like Wei Ying does. He finds they make lovely little listeners.

He tells them about his day, talking about work and the incompetent coworker who never leaves him alone.

He tells them stories of his childhood and the dreams he used to have.

The birds listen.

As time passes, he gradually becomes closer to Wei Ying too.

Wei Ying noticed him with the crows one day and smiled wide before starting a conversation that Lan Zhan quickly found himself wanting to never end.

They talked more and spent more time together.

Eventually, Lan Zhan found himself quite fond of Wei Ying.

He's never expected to gain feelings like this, but he finds he does not mind. Wei Ying is, after all, wonderful.

It makes sense.

After he realizes how he feels he starts talking to the crows more about Wei Ying.

Then one day, Lan Zhan has an awful day at work.

Truly a horrible day.

Normally, at times like this, he would return home, listen to music, and run on his treadmill.

He's startled when he returns home but finds himself not at his front door, but rather, at Wei Ying's. His hand raised to knock before he even realized it.

There's no response when he knocks aside from a few crows cawing and flying off. He lets out a sigh. Wei Ying must not be home.

Frustrated, Lan Zhan walks home and changes into workout clothes. He's just pulling up his playlist when there's a tap at the window.

A crow.

One he doesn't recognize.

It's slightly larger than the birds he's used to seeing.

He stares at it and it stares back.

Then it taps the window again before making a motion with its head that almost looks like it telling him to open the window.

He does.

The crow caws once before hopping down on the floor. There are no other crows around, just this one.

Odd.

He continues to stare at the bird as it wanders around the space curiously, eyeing everything in the room. Lan Zhan isn't quite sure what's happening.

He's still frustrated and on edge, so he sighs. "Apologies, but I was just about to listen to music and run. I had a bad day at work." He turns back to his phone but just before he presses play on the music the bird caws twice.

Lan Zhan looks and sees the bird hopping over.

It stops right beside him and pushes its head against his leg. He sucks in a breath.

Why is this bird touching him? None of the others ever did.

He watches as it nuzzles against him. Shocked, he slowly sits on the ground. His shock only grows when it hops onto his leg.

It stares at him patiently.

"Do you want me to tell you about my day?" he asks helplessly.

To his surprise, it lets out another caw, its head moving in what could almost be mistaken as a nod.

"Alright."

He tells the crow about his day, sparing no detail.

He lets out his frustrations and the crow listens intently. At one point it nudges its head under his hand and he starts to idly pet the bird.

He tells the bird everything and then he tells it how he had wished to talk to Wei Ying about it all, but he wasn't home.

The crow chitters, pressing more firmly into his hand before it hops off him and moves away. He mourns the loss of comfort but lets the bird leave.

Only, it doesn't leave. It stops after a few hops and glances back at him almost shyly. It chitters once more and then—

And then suddenly there's not a bird there anymore.

Suddenly Wei Ying is standing there with his back to him.

Lan Zhan blinks. "Wei Ying?"

Wei Ying slowly turns around to face him, laughing awkwardly as he scratches the back of his neck. "Hey, Lan Zhan."

"What?"

"So... I'm a crow. Or, well, crow shifter to be exact. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to deceive you! That's why I never came around here in crow form before, but my buddies found me saying you showed up at my house looking down so I um... Well, I flew back to see you."

That's... A lot to process. But Lan Zhan only says, "Why did you not shift back and knock on my door instead?"

Wei Ying freezes. "Oh. Huh... I guess I could have done that, eh? Hah! Hindsight and all that."

Lan Zhan hums. "So, you can understand the crows?"

"Yep!"

"And how much do they understand and tell you? About what I tell them?"

Wei Ying's face immediately flushes a rosy colour. So, a lot then. Great.

"I see... I apologize. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable. If I had known I would not have—"

"NO!" Wei Ying yells.

"I mean no, don't apologize. I liked it. I like you too, you know? I just... Well, I didn't know how to go about telling you about that and the whole crow shifter thing."

Lan Zhan stares, mind whirling with all this new information. "You like me."

Wei Ying nods aggressively.

In a heartbeat, Lan Zhan is across the room and he's hugging Wei Ying. Wei Ying lets out a surprised squawk before he quickly hugs back.

"Can I kiss you?" Lan Zhan asks in a whisper.

"Yes," Wei Ying breathes.

And then they're kissing. Slow and sweet.

A week later, Lan Zhan comes home to find Wei Ying milling about in his kitchen. "Wei Ying."

"Hm?"

"Su She has been complaining all week about how he's being constantly accosted by crows."

Wei Ying doesn't look up from what's he doing. "Odd."

"Mn..." Lan Zhan agrees skeptically. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Wei Ying scoffs in indignation. "He must have just pissed off some crows, you know how they hold grudges. Serves that incompetent asshole right though."

Lan Zhan smiles as he hugs Wei Ying from behind and rests his chin on his shoulder. "You can tell the crows they can leave him be now. He was fired today."

Wei Ying laughs, leaning back against him. "Good."

"Mn."

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#xiantober #wangxian #mdzs #threadfic #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cutivation #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #wei ying #crowxian #from twitter #wisedawn13 #fanfic #fanfiction

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user-needs-new-hyperfixation · 1 day

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Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thanks for the tag @hergan416!

I'm working in order from the oldest of the ten to the newest (except of course that the multi-chaptered ones sort of throw that off). For the two multi-chaptered ones included, I'm throwing in the first line of the first chapter and the first line of the latest chapter to compare and contrast those too.

10. In the Absence of Tea (Mycal, E)

“What are you doing?”

9. Candle in the Window (Mycal, M)

Albert is entirely alone.

8. Melt Like This (Sherliam, E)

“Do your fangs always come out when you’re hard?”

7. if you're asking, yes you have me (Mycal, E)

It starts with a mission gone awry for MI6; a past squabble with some criminal gang making it impossible for any of the core group to go undercover into the particular pubs and opium dens they are investigating as part of a possible smuggling ring.

6. Candles for the Year (Sherliam and Mycal and brotherly affection, T)

William yelps as his foot turns in some small burrow or divot hidden beneath the snow. Wool-mitted hands reach for him as he tips, grabbing at his waist.

5. Betwixt and Between (Moriathree cuteness, T)

William sits atop Albert’s dressing table, swinging his legs back and forth, socked heels knocking lightly against strong oak. Albert is peering forlornly into the mirror.

4. Roses and Moss (Mycal, M)

Albert’s beauty is best drawn out in the sunlight, in the way it coaxes auburn shimmers from his hair and turns his eyes an almost impossible emerald.

3. Veneration (Hualian, E)

The Soldier is jolted awake by the sharp caw of a crow outside his makeshift shelter. When he crawls out into the chilled morning air, he is struck by a sudden wave of disorientation.

2. Slow and Steady (Hualian, E)

Chapter One (January 24, 2024) --

The nights are getting cooler and cooler, and yet as the maple leaves fall and turn the ground into a sea of endless red, Xie Lian lingers still atop Mount Taicang.

Chapter Four (May 5, 2024) --

The sight of Hua Cheng standing by the bath is enough to make Xie Lian’s breath catch in his throat. Evidently he’s magicked himself clean, but done no more than that.

Love, In All Its Disrepute (Mycal, E)

Chapter One (April 24, 2023):

Lord Holmes is staring.

Chapter 16 (May 26, 2024):

Albert kicks a pebble across familiar paving-stones and hunches his shoulders against the brisk evening breeze and wonders at his own hesitation.

Apparently I used to start way too many things with a single isolated sentence, but have gotten a bit more varied over time. Still looks like I should switch things up at a bit from starting stories and chapters with CHARACTER NAME though lol.

tagging (no pressure of course, only if it's fun!) -- @xieliansbignaturals @loichte @soapy-soartp and anyone else who wants to claim a tag from me haha!

#mycal #sherliam #hualian #fic

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mino-diabolik · 11 months

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Footsteps echo through the walls of the hall and Mystic is forced to look away from his reflection on the mirror. Dark locks slip back around the Founder’s jade visage from where he had been trying to fix his appearance.

“Kino,” Mystic breathes, somewhat annoyed.

“I see you’re heading out without a word again,” Kino comments.

“Not like it’s any of your fucking business,” Mystic scoffs, plants his hands over his hips, and leans forward like a teacher scolding their toddler student, “now is it?”

The Vampire makes an attempt at disguising his annoyance with a dismissive balk. However, the subtle twitch at the edge of his lips doesn’t go unnoticed by the Founder. “You’re off to seek that nasty, old man’s favor once more, aren’t you? Whatever’s got you so hooked up to him?”

Mystic chuckles, already having gone through this conversation with Kazuha… just mere minutes ago, actually. “He’s a bit grown, but not old. The rich old farts are always the easiest to sway about, anyways. And he’s ugly in the face, but hot in the wallet. So what’s the problem?”

“Aren’t you rich enough,” Kino gestures around the pristine carvings and decor of the Banmaden’s hallways alone, “being some big deal in the First Blood’s circle and all?”

Mystic follows his movements, rolling his eyes. “If you think the boss lady allows me to freely toss about the family’s money, then you’re dead wrong. However, as this money, I make on my own, there is no place for her to dictate me about it.” He faces his reflection once more in a last, futile attempt at fixing a stubborn strand of onyx hair. He sighs and resigns himself to simply fix up the neck of his undershirt. “So, now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m running late for dinner.”

The Founder brushes past the Vampire, purposely knocking against him with his shoulder. Kino stumbles a step back, but makes no comment as he watches Mystic stalk off into the distance.

An known sense of anger makes the inside of his ribs rattle. As tempting as the idea to drag him back and keep him from ever seeing anything beyond his bedroom’s walls was, he concludes that it perhaps wouldn’t be the best idea. At least at the moment.

Just as this thought begins to fade away, a crow lands on the rim of an open window’s frame. “Yuri,” he says, a commanding tone in his voice.

The crow doesn’t reply, but straightens with his words.

“Follow him until he returns.” He couldn’t keep him around, but there wasn’t anything that prevented him from having someone keep an eye on him. “And do not let him out of your sight for even a moment.”

Mystic was as slippery as a damn snake, after all.

The crow caws in response and takes off, surging into the night sky. At the window, the Vampire leans against it, arms folded, as he watches the royal Founder skip out through the main entrance and climb over his motorcycle. There is the ghost of a smile on his lips before it vanishes under his helmet.

Whatever’s he got to be so happy about? Wonders the Vampire, unaware that his ire of Mystic leaving without a regard of his feelings is what caused the First Blood to become giddy with anticipation.

Perhaps he would try it again, Mystic thought. See how far Kino would go to keep him from leaving his sight.

#[this is before they started dating btw 🗿🏃‍♀️]#[this gon backfire bad and we all know it lmao]#mystic tsukinami #kino #mino #scenario

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sweetestlittledarling · 4 months

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Little Love Notes

Part of @monthly-challenge 2024 | Acts of Devotion

Rating: PG

Pairing: JulianxSparrow (She/Her Apprentice)

Summary: It's the little things that make it special...

(Inspired about a story about a husband and wife who would write love notes to each other to make each other feel appreciated. Also this is coming late because I am unfortunately sick, but I want to keep up my goal of writing something for all of February.)

Little Love Notes

It was mid-morning on a beautiful summer day when Malak came tapping on the window to Julian’s clinic. The doctor sighed as he had been deep in his notes and right now, all he really wanted to do was focus. Still, he opened the window and stepped aside to let the raven in. Malak did a sweep of the office, nearly knocking over a stack of papers before landing on Julian’s shoulder. At first Julian was going to scold the bird but his words halted when he realized that Malak was holding a carefully folded parchment in his beak. He reached up and took it, carefully unfolding it. He recognized the impeccable handwriting almost instantly as he felt the blush rising, heart skipping a few beats.

My dearest Julian,

This is your reminder to take care of yourself. Remember coffee is not a meal and that if you need me, I am right next door. This is also your reminder that you are loved so much and that I believe in you. I love you my darling doctor.

Love,

Your Sparrow.

…

It was mid afternoon when Malak tapped on the window of the magic shop. Sparrow quickly moved to open it, letting the raven fly in and land on the counter. He laid a neatly folded paper down on the glass, letting out a happy caw of pride in a job well done. Sparrow gave him some head scritches before picking up the paper and unfolding it. The handwriting was messy though it looked like whomever was trying.

My most beloved Sparrow,

I have written this now a dozen times but none of them seemed quite right. Getting your message has sent my heart into such a flutter I think it has flown away with the bird who carries this letter to you. But in truth my heart is not with me at all but with you, it always has been. You carry it with you wherever you go. Oh, how I wish these hours would go quicker so that I would be in your arms again and you in mine. I love you, my darling! I love you more than mere words can say. You brighten even the darkest nights and have made me so happy.

Love always,

Your ever eternally grateful doctor Julian.

PS I confess I have yet to eat anything today but look forward to eating dinner with you. If at all possible could you send some more coffee. I love you.

“You know he’s right next door,” Lark said, carrying in a box from the back. “You could just go see him.”

Sparrow grinned as she held the letter to her chest. “Yes, I could but sometimes it’s the little things that make it special.”

#the arcana #julian devorak #the arcane game #arcana julian #arcana apprentice #julian x apprentice #julian x mc #februfluff2024

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fungicidecarhorn64ad · 9 months

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Here's something I written please read if you want! Thanks to @lordstormageddidnt for help with the punctuation.This is like a passion project of mine so please be nice

TSS One flew over the Parrot's nest

Parrot Man bursts through the museum window. A crowd of rich patrons scream in terror as the figure covered in a costume of brightly coloured feathers crashed through the window.

" hello gentlefolk of Dublin make way for the king of phantom thieves THE PARROT man"

A distant caw can be heard as he says his name

"now hand me the........."

"Are you okay?"

a finely curled mustached gentleman says in worry as the feathered fiend draws a blank

"I never really get this far what am I supposed to steal?"

A giddy museum worker raises their voice and says

"I know where all the cool stuff you can steal is"

they said excitedly this was going to get their favourite artifact in the news they thought,

"yeah sure please show it to me I guess--"

he's cut short by the sound of a person jumping in from the broken glass.

"never fear for I the Gunslinger am here to protect all of you from this fiend"

The wind flows through Triggers makeshift jacket cape, she flips her black ponytail to the back of her head.

"Damn I look badass"

She whispers to herself as she draws Bullet from her pocket who's in her pistol form.

"Woah, easy there we don't want to ruffle any feathers" says Parrot man nervously

"relax they're non lethal bullets" Trigger replies as she steps closer.

"damn you really threw away your chance to bluff like that?" Bullet says.

"oh, yeah I just did" Trigger says

"you just did nut case!"

Parrot man's wings retract and spread as he thrusts into the air colourful feathers launch from the wings straight towards Trigger, she jumps out of the way and keeps dodging as the feathers fly past her. She returns fire and dashes around the upstairs of the museum, she dodges the feathers as the sound of glass exhibits shatter behind her. A grappling hook flies out from the talons attached to Parrot man's feet to hit Trigger but she backflips out of the way, the claw grabs a bronze statue of a walrus, the talons retract and smack Parrot man in the face dissoriating him, Bullet shifts into a long rifle that Trigger blasts launching him back into a wall.

"talk about shooting a bird while he's down"

"well like" Trigger paused thinking of a comeback

"JUST CONTINUE BEATING WHILE HE'S DOWN!" Bullet shouts

"right right"

Trigger fires more, as Parrot man covers himself using his wings as shields.

Parrot man gets back up, his mighty thrusters roaring as he rises back into the air as a ,red and green, megaphone like apparatus rises from his chest to his mouth. He shouts releasing a large sonar blast knocking down everyone in the museum, the sound pins down Trigger as she struggles to aim at the feathered fiend, she fire's three shots missing each, until the fourth one hits Parrot man's Thruster™ causing him to crash into the ground.

"See citizens you shouldn't have feared, hope you didn't cause that would be dumb"

Trigger stops as she hears the sound of a car pull up outside and a familiar voice shouts,

"Chief Justice is here to save the day"

*fuck*, Trigger thought.

"corpos"

Bullet whispers as the two make their escape through the shattered window into the night.

#writing #fiction #superhero #The Teenage Superhero Society

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dahliarosebud · 1 year

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- Love Is A War Series ~ Aemond x Reader

• Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

• MAIN-MASTER-LIST

• HOTD-MASTER-LIST

Warnings: Death, mentioned child birth

Synopsis: You’re finally back with your family in Pentos. Yet it isn’t all sunshine and rainbows.

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With my family alas. My heart can stop jumping out of my chest when Septa’s voice loomed over me. I stood with my hands pressed against the stone ledge - not dull and ugly like the red keep. But a warm sunbathed beige. The wind kissed at my face as I stared out to the sea.

I leaned further excitement rampaging through my veins as I watched my father and mother. Caraxes flying straight up. My room being darkened as the vermilion scaled belly the flew past. I could no longer see them, but I knew they were far above me.

Carxe’s whistle and Vahgar’s heavy grunt called out like thunder in a summers sky. Green soon followed by red; rushing past my open window balcony. Their blonde hair trailed behind them. Once they were out of sight and hearing range I grabbed a book and sat on the ledge. ‘The histories of the seven kingdoms.’

Kepa had gifted it to me for my seventh name day, he would read it to me till I would drift asleep and my head would rest on Muña’s lap as my sister’s rested either side of me. The blue soon turned orangey pink and the waves slowly sloshed against the shore. The bustling in the dinning rose me from seat on the ledge, my back growing sore from the ever-digging stone.

I walked into the quaint hall. The large table set out with an array of exotic foods you would never would have found at the seemingly never-ending dinners with King Viserys and his wife. I zoned out once the annoying man’s voice began to drone on - I wish I had stayed in my room now.

“A toast to Aegon the Conqueror, your exalted forebear, who joined our cause against Volantis in the Century of Blood. On the great dragon Balerion,” I lazily held my cup in the air my arm slowly growing tired. Not missing the way my father gave my mother a look, “he flew to our aid in Lys and burned a fleet of enemy ships, thus turning the tide.”

My father stood up and we all raised our cups even higher. “Aegon the Conqueror.”

“To Aegon.” We all said our praise in unison. My perfect sisters smiling brightly at father, I rolled my eyes in hunger. My father drank from his cup finally sitting down.

Reggio’s voice rejoiced again. “This brings me to some business. A proposal I wish to make in the spirit of honouring our storied alliance.” Here we go. I gulped down a mouthful of wine and shovelled some pork into my mouth.

My mother’s soothing voice calmed my mind as always, “If your aim is to marry one of our daughters, Your Excellence, you might have said so and spared us the history lesson.”

I grew pale and just as fast as my apatite left, we left the dinner. Mother stood behind Rhaena and her soft hands pushed Baela and I along. I went into my chambers my bath already drawn. The mad undid my dress the cold biting at my naked skin.

Fully submerged. Surrounded by warm water, finally at peace. My eyes tired and droopy. My head tipped back, eyes closing just for a second. A raven cawed. The piercing noise making me jump. I stood up grabbing my robe and wrapped it around me. I put my arm out allowing the bird to hop onto my arm. I carried it inside. Taking the parchment from its beak. He flew from my arm back into the night.

I slipped on my night gown ready to go see father and mother to wish the goodnight. The parchment staring at me from where it rested on my desk as I left the room.

Finally, I found Rhaena. I knocked on the door and entered. She sat knees to her chest staring at the egg. I sat next to her watching as the fire danced iver the scaled egg. “You will have dragon Rhaena it may not be born to you, but I know you will be a strong dragon rider just as Aegon’s wife Rhaenys was.”

She leaned her head on your shoulder, “and you will be Visenya Y/n. What about Baela?”

She lifted her head and stared at me, “She can be Meraxes, but don’t tell her I said that” I whispered and smiled as the girl giggled. We were startled by our mother’s screams. “Wait here and do not move, okay?” She nodded and I ran out of the room.

“Kepa? Kepa!” I ran round the corner stopping as her screams stopped. My heart never left its place in my throat until it dropped to my stomach when I saw my father press his back to the wall. I saw the bottom of mother’s dress dust around the corner of the open doorway that led to the beach where Vahgar rested.

I ran after her. Slowing to a stop when I saw my mother. I was about to call out until a weak “Dracarys,” seeped from her chapped lips and Vahgar opened her mouth flurried swirls of fire flowed out. I felt sick. Bile rising to my throat.

“Leana!” That was my father, but he was muffled. I cried, gasping as no air entered my lungs as I ran forward. “Y/n! Y/n!” My father called after me.

“Muña! Muña!” It hurt. It hurt everywhere. I couldn’t see. My vision became blurry with tears. I kicked and screamed louder as my father snatched me from the ground (finally having caught up). “Muña! Muña.” My father pulled me away shushing me softly.

Baela and Rhaena stood in the doorway hands clasped together tears in their eyes. He finally let go of me and I fell to the floor sickened. I felt my sisters’ arms around me. Baela’s quiet voice asking father whether it was true then their bodies shaking with mine. I looked up at my father watching as he wiped his tears.

I opened the door sluggishly my warm room greeting me. I was about to be comforted by the soft sheets only for the roll of parchment to catch my eye. I got up crumpling it into my hand. I walked to the fire that illuminated the room in an orange hue tossing it in. Watching as the paper burned.

What was the point in reading it Aemond can just tell me all about it at the funeral.

#baela targaryen #rhaena velaryon #baela and rhaena #sisters #daemon targeryan #caraxes #rip laena #laena velaryon #vahgar #angst #hotd #hotd season 1 #daemon x laena #house of the dragon #aemond x reader #y/n #dahliarosebud #love is a war

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blueseachelle · 2 years

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What A Wonderful World. Sanemi x Optimistic (Fem) Reader ~Part 2~

Y/n ran as fast as she could back to the Butterfly Mansion. As soon as she got there, she immediately disappeared to her room (Shinobu has a designated room for her because she is there enough so, it's convenient for it to always be open for her.)

She sat on her bed and stared at the wall.

'Why did I even say anything? What if I hurt his feelings?'

She was always the person that put everyone's happiness above her own. She cares for everyone and doesn't want to be a downfall to them. Yes, Sanemi may get on her nerves but, she still cares for him and his feelings.

She usually doesn't do her missions like how she performed today. Y/N had a bad feeling about that so-called "Mayor". She asked around and found out the truth and knew that demon wasn't doing what she was doing at of pure evil as others do. She needed freedom. She needed to be recognized and told that everything is okay.

Y/n eyes started to water. She looked up towards the ceiling.

'I know you are okay now. Tell Mom and Dad hello for me.'

*Chirp Chirp*

The slight chirping was coming from the window behind her.

"Aoto..."

She turned to her Blue jay companion. Her messenger bird wasn't a Raven like the other's. The only other person with something different like her was Zenitsu. That little Sparrow was in the same boat as Aoto. They wanted to help. Every time she gets knocked down, she thinks of their stories. It helps her prevail and succeed. If they can accomplish their goals, what's stopping her?

Aoto flew and landed on the girl's shoulder. He nuzzled her cheek and did a little whistle. She finally smiled and wiped her tears.

"Aoto. I missed you."

*Whistle Chirp*

"I'm okay. Let's just get going on the next mission."

*Chirp Chirp Caw*

Let's get going then! Lead the way!"

Y/n picked herself up and headed out. All you can do is brush it off until it's brought up again so, that's what she did.

_____----______~To Sanemi~_______---_______

After the whole ordeal between them, he went and reported to the Mayor that everyone is safe now. The Mayor wanted to celebrate but, Sanemi cut it off and told him he has Hashira buisness to attend to. The Mayor had to agree because well.... It's Sanemi. He just walked out of his office and (surprisingly) rushed to the Butterfly Mansion. He needed to see her. They need to talk.

Once he arrived, he barged into the kitchen where the girls where.

"Where's Y/n?"

Aoi glared at him.

"She was with you last. She hasn't been back yet."

Sanemi glared back.

"She came back her right after. Where. Is. She."

Aoi put her hands on her hips and looked at him with the same look he was giving her.

"Like I said. She. Was. With. You. Last."

Sanemi growled.

"Actually...."

Aoi and Sanemi instantly turned their heads to the door. It was Tanjiro with Zenitsu and Inosuke behind him.

"She was going down the road and we bumped into her. She said she had a mission up the mountain. Something about people disappearing from a small village and that she's gonna love it because it's snowing up there right now."

Sameni didn't even say anything to anyone and walked out. They all just looked at each other and shrugged.

Sanemi ran as fast as he could in the direction of the mountain. She had a 6-hour jump on him. He needed to get to her as soon as possible.

'I need to talk to her. She needs to know how I feel.'

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Once up the mountain, she and Aoto took a deep breath of the wonderfully frozen air.

"Aoto, Come here. You need your scarf and hat. You'll freeze. You know I can handle this weather perfectly. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

Aoto landed on the fence post that they were walking by. Y/n grabbed out of her pocket a matching dark blue hat and scarf to match her outfit. She gently put the hat on the bird and the scarf around his neck and made sure that the scarf hung out of the way of his wings and the hat was tied under his chin properly.

"There you go! All warm and toasty!"

*Chirp Chirp Whistle*

Aoto landed on her shoulder and they continued to the village. They arrived a couple hours before nightfall. When they got there, they were greeted by the head of the village.

The older man greeted her with a warm smile.

"Why, isn't it The Blue Angel, we finally get to see the the hero everyone has been talking about."

Y/n smiled back at him.

"I'm here to help, Sir."

"No, please. Call me Sora. I'm here to just tell you the situation since I've been here the longest. I guess you can call me the Elder of this village."

"Of course, Sora."

Sora motioned to follow him.

"You see, Angel. We are about 2 hours away from sundown. As you can tell, we live in fear to the point we stay inside for these hours and the night. We live with the lamp always trimmed to have this monster not able to come in because of the light. No shadows in any home. We look baren but, we have many people here that want to stay. If this menace keeps up how it has been for the past month, no one will be here. Either by moving elsewhere or death. No one knows what this thing is because no one has lived to tell the tale. All we know is that it is a demon. Nothing else."

As they were walking the man led her to a small cabin.

"This is our guest cabin. We are giving you this for the night. Make yourself comfortable using this as your base of operation for as long as you need. We all pitched in to keep it clean and supply anything thing we though you may need. Extra wood for the fire, Everything."

"Thank you so much for this. I promise that this will be delt with tonight. I give you my word."

Sora smiled and tears started to stream down his face. He hugged the girl.

"Thank you, Angel. Thank you. We thank you."

Y/n smiled and hugged the elderly man back.

"Don't worry. Everything will be alright."

After the hug, the man handed her the key to the cabin.

"Here you go. I'll will be praying to the higher powers for your success."

He hurried off as fast as he could back to his house. Y/n looked up at the setting sun and the growing shadows.

"I have 45 minutes. Aoto, you will stay in the cabin. I'll leave the window cracked if you need to escape or need to report me.... Ya know."

Aoto shook his head, squawked, and nipped her ear. She sighed.

"I know Aoto but, we have to think the worse just in case. I promise I won't go down without a fight. That demon will know the power of a blizzard. He will fear the cold if I don't make it."

Aoto chirped sadly. He rubbed her cheek as she walked into the hut. She set Aoto on the bed and cracked the nearby window just enough for him to get out. She kissed the bird on the head and smiled.

"I'll be okay. No worries."

With that, exited the cabin, locking the door behind her. Aoto chirped softly and just sat down, there was nothing he could do now except hope for her safety.

_____------______ Back to Sanemi _____ -----________

'Shit. It's almost dark.'

Sanemi snarled to himself.

'I'm almost there. I got to go faster'

He upped his pace once he got to the base of the moutain.

--------________------- To Y/n--------__________---------

Y/n stood in the middle of the village. She just stood there looking around and taking in her terrain. If the demon did attack her, the first thing would to be lead it away from the homes around her.

'I wonder what Sensei is doing. I bet he misses me. I should visit him after this.'

Just after the last thought, she heard a thump and a growl. She closed her eyes. She now knew exactly where the demon was. On top of the building to her Southwest (To her left and a little behind her), the demon's aura was disgusting. No sadness or despair. He chose this path. He wanted to kill people and terrorize everyone.

Y/n took a deep breath. She turned and faced the demon. Her E/c eyes lock with his blood-red ones. She smiled brightly.

"Hello, Mr. Demon. It's nice to meet you!"

The demon then pounced toward her. She dodged every swipe of his long claws. She saw how they are purple, meaning poison on them. She'll have to play her cards carefully. She just kept her hands folded behind her back, slowly backing up, leading him out of the village.

"Y-ou. Y-ou d-die. I-I Eat."

Y/n shook her head and giggled.

"No no, Mr. You see the uniform. Y-ou Y-ou d-die. I-I live. This is my terrain. Speaking of that,"

Y/n pulled out her katanas. They were far enough away from the village to fight now.

"Ice Breathing. First form, Ice Terrain!"

She yelled and the ground under her and the demon turned to ice. The demon lost his balance while Y/n was moving around normally, skating on the ice.

With a howl the demon crawled towards her, using his claws as some form of friction on the ice. Y/n skated around him.

"Ice is fun! Especially in this weather! Ice breathing. Second form, Ice pillar!"

The demon was then launched into the air because of the ice pillar that shot from the terrain under him. Y/n jumped up and sliced his head off midair.

"You shall pay for your sins."

The demon's head fell to the ground and his body kept moving towards her.

"Ice breathing. Forth form, Frozen Kunai!"

Kunai made of ice shot from her sword and hit the body, pinning it to the ground and freezing it in place. She then smiled.

"All done! Easier then I thought. They made it sound scarier than it was."

She then heard a breath behind her. She turned to see Sanemi standing there. Y/n just stared at him and said nothing.

"We need to talk."

She just turned away from him and walked toward her cabin to her waiting birdie. Sanemi just growled and followed her.

"Did you not hear me?"

She continued to ignore him. She got to the cabin and unlocked the door. She opened it to be rushed by her Aoto.

"Hi, Aoto! I'm okay! No more demons anymore. Now, your turn to report the mission completed! Okay, Aoto?"

Aoto nodded, chirped, rubbed her cheek and flew off. Y/n smiled at the direction that her friend went

'Be safe.'

"So. Are we gonna talk or not?"

Y/n just sighed and walked in. Sanemi was expecting here to shut the door in his face. She just stared at him.

"Are you gonna come in or not?"

He just nodded and walked in. He stood there as she locked the door and fully shut the opened window.

"What's so important that you chased me up here?"

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"I don't hate you."

"You make pretty clear that you do. You always pick on me more than anyone else."

"It's not that I don't like you."

"Oh really?"

Y/n put her hands on her hips. Her face became serious.

"Listen, Sanemi. All that I'm going to say is that I am sorry for blowing up on you. I don't handle most of my missions as I did then. I know you saw this one because you were right behind me when it was over. So, I'm sorry. You are forgiven in my book. No worries there. You can leave with a guilt-free conscious now. Frankly, I just want to cry just looking at you because I haven't got the chance to take a long pause after what happened between us. You are a rough-skinned individual that is out for blood every time you see me. I know why too. I'm not dumb. It's my optimism. Every day is amazing as long as you're alive. No matter how cold, stormy, or windy it is. It's a wonderful world. Even though we have a demon problem. Now, please leave."

Sanemi just looked at the wooden floors of the little cabin. He took a deep breath. He soaked in what she said. He didn't know that she knew and could read him like a book. His past is dark but, who's to say hers wasn't either? He thought about everything. Everything he has done to her, his past, everything in that one split second.

"Y/n. I'm sorry-"

"I forgave you so, please leave."

She started to walk towards the door to open it but, not until he caught her wrist.

"Let me finish... Please."

She sighed and nodded slightly.

"Yes, You are right. I hated your optimism since the being. You are too kind and smiley in a world like this. We have so many issues yet, here you are. Living every day like it's the best thing in your life. I wish I could be like that but, I can't. I'm an asshole. Not to blame my past but, that is the reason I put everyone at arm's length. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry that I'm such a dumbass."

Y/n's eyes softened. She looked up at him and took a small step towards him.

"Don't call yourself names. You're okay. Everyone has a reason for how they act. You're no different, that's why I always was nice to you. You're okay, I promise."

Sanemi locked eyes with her finally. They looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. You don't deserve how I treated you."

Y/n got on her tiptoes and kissed him. He was shocked. He stood there for a second before returning the kiss, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around her waist. After they kissed, Sanemi rested his forehead on hers.

"Y/n. I've been thinking about this for a while."

"About what?"

"I don't get feelings for anybody but, I care for you. I'll admit. I'm not the best at this but, I know my heart."

"What does your heart say?"

"It says to keep you close and never let go. I think it's time for me to give into its needs."

"Please do. I feel the same way."

"Well, I have to ask you formally or, I'm not a man."

He cleared his throat and moved his hand to cradle her left cheek, softly running his thumb over her cheek bone.

"Y/n. Will you be mine?"

Y/n smiled, her eyes filled with tears. Finally, she had someone now. Yes, she always had a crush on him and that was mostly why she was so patient with him. She knew he was soft inside. She knew he was a good person somewhere amongst his spiny exterior. Tears of happiness ran down her cheeks,

"Yes, Sanemi. I would love to be yours."

"H-hey. Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?"

Sanemi's eyes filled with worry as he moved his other hand to cup her face and help wipe the tears. She just smiled and giggled slightly.

"No. You were perfect. These are happy tears."

Sanemi let out a sigh of relief,

"Good. I didn't want out relationship start out worse than it was before."

Y/n just shook her head and kissed him again. Finally. They both can have someone to rely on. Sanemi needs her way more than she needs him but, when the time comes and she needs help, he will be there. Though the emotional or physical turmoil.

'She may use Ice Breathing but, she is my sunshine. A breath of fresh air. I will protect you, Y/n. No matter what. You are precious to me. I won't let you go.'

'Like I thought, everything turned out amazing in the end. Sanemi, I promise to protect you with everything that I can. I will help in all fields. I'll be your nurse when you are sick or injured. I'll be your duo in this war we are fighting. I'll be your light in this darkness that surrounds us. I can't help but thank the heavens to have brought you to me. All I can say is, What a wonderful world.'

*Author's note* Hey! I hope you enjoyed this little read. If you want anything done. I am taking requests. If you want a Part 3 and learn more about yourself (Backstory, etc.) and Sanemi's relationship, leave a comment or message me. I might include steamy time if you want a Part 3. Thank you for your support!

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lolawassad · 2 years

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Alphonzo x afab!reader part two to this @nerdyshitislit

SMUT MINORS DNI

The door slams open to the room "Get your paws off of our sibling" Diego yells out startling you awake, you whine before you burry your head into Alphonzo's chest "you should leave" Alphonzo tells them while wrapping his arms around you tighter making Luther scoff he goes to say something but Sloane and Jayme walk up

Luther starts flirting with Sloane and Jayme starts arguing with your siblings "Just let them be, they arent hurting anyone" she says voice filled with venom

You sigh loudly before placing a kiss on Alphonso's cheek "Ill see you later" you whisper before walking over to the window you open the window and stand on the window frame making Alphonso jump up worried as to what your doing "okay lets go" you tell your siblings annoyed before letting yourself drop from the window

Alphonso runs to the window only to see you making a staircase using plants making him sigh in relief "way to give a guy a heartattack Darl" he yells to you making you turn "sorry!" you yell back sheepishly before blowing him a kiss and turning back around

Alphonso keeps watching until you are out of his view, he closes the window before turning around seeing your siblings still there "leave, what are you waiting for?" he asks annoyed before slamming the door in their face

He throws himself on his bed annoyed, he looks up at the ceiling and sighs loudly before perking up and running to his closet before finding what he was looking for, yelling out for Fei

When you enter your hotel room you throw yourself on the bed before letting out a loud annoyed sigh, its then you hear a tap on the window, confused you walk up to it and open the curtain only to be met with a crow holding a phone

You open the window and the crow flies in dropping the phone on the bed before cawing and flying away, the phone softly beeps making you close the window again and walk over to the bed, you sit down and grab the phone opening it

"Hey darl, now we can talk without your family interupting" the text reads making you smile, you go to reply but the door is knocked on "y/n?" someone asks making you sigh, you put the phone under your pillow and lay down, blanket over you

The door opens "y-" the person cuts themselves off "they are sleeping" the voice whispers again before you hear footsteps leaving, the door closing softly

You grab the phone and sit up, blanket thrown to the edge of the bed "hey!:)" you send back before softly biting your lip "i miss having you in my arms" Alphonso texts back making you giggle softly

You start typing a reply but stop when he texts "wanna video call? i miss your cute little face" you look away before letting the phone drop on the bed and you cover your face letting out a soft squeel

Instead of replying back you press on the video button, he is quick to pick up "hey there darl" Alphonso coo's, you wave making him chuckle "aw you shy now baby?" he asks making you nod

"Its just me darling" he says "i know" you say softly making him chuckle again "your so fucking cute angel" he says making you drop the phone, your thighs squeeze together and you let out a soft gasp

"Did you like that baby?" he asks "come on be good for me and answer me" he demand when you dont reply, you pick up the phone "wait darling look on the desk in your room" he says making you turn your head to see a laptop "where did?" you go to ask but he cuts you off "well i wanna see you even when you cant be here or i can be with you so i found a laptop and phone that were unused, hang up, open the laptop and call me via there" he demands making you nod before hanging up

You let out a happy sigh, rushing to the door and locking it then going to the desk and grabbing the laptop and moving to the bed with it, you open it and open Whatsapp before pressing the call button as its ringing you start feeling cold so you get up

You walk around the room before finding the bag you brought back home earlier "this isnt my bag" you whisper before opening it and finding sweaters that belong to Alphonso "hey darling where are you?" you can hear him ask, you throw on the sweater and take off your bottoms leaving you in underwear and his sweater that reaches your thighs

You jump on the bed "sorry i was cold" you say making him look at you "holy fucking shit" he curses "is that mine?" he asks "me or the sweater?" you ask cheekily "i know you are mine but is that my sweater darling" he basically growls making you squeek before nodding your head "it looks good on you, from now on youll only be wearing my clothes"

You play with the hem of the sweater "Hey darling look at me" he says making you look up "how about you lift the sweater up a bit huh?" he asks biting his lip "only if you feel comfortable doing that" he quickly adds

You slowly start to lift the sweater giving him a view of your underwear making him groan "oh fuck"

"Okay darling if you feel uncomfy you tell me okay?" he asks making you nod "nuh huh tell me you understand" "i understand" you whisper making him smile "look at you being so good for me" he praises "how about you take those off"

You pull your underwear down your hips and off your legs and throw them to the side, legs closed making him let out a tsk "come on show me darling" he says making you spread your legs wide enough to show him your cunt "how about you rub that cute little clit for me huh" he tells you making you whine softly before your hand reaches between your legs, when your pointer and middle finger press onto your bud you let out a moan

"so good for me" Alphonso praises again making you buck your hips into your hand "please daddy" you let out making Alphonso freeze before you freeze, you take your hand away and sit up before hearing the call end

You sit on the bed in shock "oh god" you say before burrying your head into the pillow you dont hear when the window opens but you do notice when a hand wraps around you ankle and pulls you towards the edge, you are flipped around and Alphonso's lips are on yours, his hand slides up your thigh before it reaches your cunt "you are so fucking wet for me" he says

"If you want to stop say cherry okay darl?" he asks disconnecting your lips making you nod, he tsks again "use your fucking words, dont be a brat" he scolds making you whine softly "i understand, please touch me more" you beg bucking your hips into his hand that is laying on your cunt "let me think" he says "no, i think you need to reform that question"

"Please daddy please touch me" you beg making him smirk "so fucking good for me" he connects his lips to yours and starts moving his fingers against your clit he softly growls into the kiss before sliding a finger into you making you moan loudly

You pull away from the kiss "i need more please daddy" you beg softly making him coo mockingly "aw you need more? this not good enough for you darl? you want daddy's cock?" he asks making you whine "yes please"

He slides in another finger before quickening his pace "gotta open you up first angel" he tells you making you whine again, his hand slides into your hair and pulls onto it "dont be a brat and let daddy open you up for his fucking cock okay" he says before spitting in your open mouth "swallow" he demands

You swallow before letting out a loud moan "its feels so good daddy" you whisper making him coo "your doing so good for me darl" he praises you before kissing your cheek and letting go of your hair

He pulls his hand away from your cunt before you can cum making you whine he shushes you and unzips his pants pulling out his cock "you ready for daddy, angel?" he asks making you nod "yes yes"

He pulls your thighs to his chest and slides into you making you hiss in pain, he kisses your cheek "im so sorry darl" he says with a frown stilling his hips "i didnt mean to hurt you, you okay?" he asks making you nod "please move, daddy" you whine making his smile come back

He starts moving his hips making you moan out, tears spilling from your eyes "so big" you praise making him smirk "yea? is daddy too big for you angel?" he asks squeezing your thighs softly making you hum in agreement

"you want daddy to stop seeing as he is too big for you?" he taunts making you shake your head, you open your mouth to talk but he slams his hips into yours "dont talk unless its your safeword, i only wanna hear your sounds" he demands

One of his hands leaves your thigh and goes to rub your clit making you clench around him "you close sweetheart? you gonna cum for daddy?" he asks you making you nod "fucking beg" he spits out

You let out a loud whine "please daddy please let me cum, ill be good for you" you whisper to him "yeah your gonna be good for me?" he asks moving his hips faster "fucking cum for me" he starts rubbing your clit faster making your thighs shake before you let go with a loud moan

Alphonso growls before releasing inside you, he removes his hand from your cunt and flips you around "Im gonna keep you stuffed full of my cum, dont want to waste any right?" he whispers in your ear, his hands go to your face and he pulls you to him softly and places a peck on your lips

You let out a shakey sigh and nod your head "you tired darl?" he asks you looking you into your eyes "yes" you tell him making him let go of your face and he wraps his arms around your waist holding him close to him "go take a nap, darling, ill be here when you wake up"

You close your eyes, Alphonso reaches to the blanket and throws it over the two of you, its then you hear sounds from the door you go to sit up but Alphonso pulls you down again "just ignore it darling, its probably one of your siblings trying to check on you, they wont make me leave again i promise"

You burry your head into his neck when the door opens "y/n listen im sorry okay?" Diego says storming into the room before seeing a smirking Alphonso holding you "look your an adult and you can do what you want y/n i know that but if he hurts you i will fucking kill him okay?" he threatens making you hum sleepily

"I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS" five yells from behind Diego "i vote we just kill him" five says

Alphonso smirks "im balls deep inside them right now" he says making eyecontact with Five making him gag "hey man, just because you have my blessing doesnt mean you get to tell lies, we all know y/n is a virgin" Diego scoffs walking away pulling five with him

"Darl? you where a virgin?" he asks you making you shake your head "i lost it when i was like 17, they dont have to know that" you tell him making him kiss your head "i bet i was so much better then them" he says voice laced with jealousy "so much better" you tell him

#the umbrella academy season 3 #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #alphonso hargreeves x reader #alphonso hargreeves #the umbrella academy smut

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drawpleasexd · 2 years

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The brown-necked raven and the dark green hair bird caretaker.

The rainy season was coming. The rainy season that would never come in the peaceful life of a small bird caretaker was coming to change her fate.

***

It had been seven long days since the rain had begun to fall on the land that was the heart of Japan.

Izumi Midoriya was twenty-two years old. The dark green hair stuck up at odd angles around her head and her green eyes. She stood at a height of 156 centimetres tall and had a normal build for a woman her age, with a modest bust. She had been in junior high school when she started working part-time as an animal caretaker. There, she found herself able to calm animals and birds so well that she became an expert in the field.

In an enormous park where wild animals were being cared for, Izumi first came to work with a smile and her cheeks flushed. She worked quickly and precisely, finding her way around the animals and birds without hesitation. With the time that she had saved due to the numerous animals and birds that she was caring for, she learned about various types of species of birds that she had never even seen before. As time went by, her abilities grew ever more impressive as she gained knowledge in the care of animals and birds and she could finally earn her pay. She was doing her job to save up enough to go back to school and get a degree as an animal caretaker, too.

***

On the first day of the rainy season, Izumi finished her job as a caretaker and started to walk home. When she got back, she began making lunch for herself. That afternoon, there came a knock at the door.

“I’m home!” Izumi exclaimed as she opened the door.

“Good morning, Izumi-chan,” greeted her friend.

“Yukino-chan, it’s great to see you! Your classes got cancelled. Is that the reason why you’re here today?”

“Yeah, but it looks like the weather’s getting worse, so we might have to cancel tomorrow, too.”

“What a shame... We’ve finally gotten nice weather for once.”

“Heehee,” Yukino giggled. “The weather’s supposed to stay like this for another two days. I brought you this.”

Yukino held out a parcel wrapped in pretty wrapping paper with a pretty bow.

“What is this? It’s super cute!” Izumi’s eyes sparkled with surprise and anticipation as she took the parcel from Yukino. “Thanks, Yukino-chan!”

“You’re welcome.”

***

The next morning, the first day of the rainy season, was warm and humid. Izumi was making breakfast when she heard a loud kraa.

“I wonder who it is at this hour? Well, they must have come in the night to hide somewhere because nobody told me,” she said aloud as she glanced at the window. Izumi walked over to the window and looked out. She could see a small raven sitting on the roof of her home, so she went outside to talk to the little brown-necked raven.

“What are you doing here?” Izumi asked.

The raven stared at her with its bright gold eyes, then squawked angrily.

“Do you have something you need help with? Come inside,” Izumi told her, turning her back on the raven so she didn’t have to look at it. “I’ll make some food and let you out once you’re done.”

The raven slowly flew off.

“I wonder where he’ll go now that he’s left his nest.”

Izumi shrugged. She turned back towards the kitchen as she hummed a song that was on her lips. Then she stopped. She could hear the raven’s cries as they got closer. She rushed back outside to see what was happening.

Izumi ran to where the raven had landed in a tree in front of her house.

“Aha!” she exclaimed as she watched the raven hop off the branch into her hand.

It was still cawing as if in pain, so Izumi hurriedly sat it down on the branch of a nearby tree. “Is your leg okay?!” she asked, taking a better look at its foot. “Your foot’s all bloody! How did you get hurt like that?”

The raven croaked out again in pain as it tried to stand. Izumi got up from where she was sitting to get some water. “Here,” she said, offering him the cup.

The raven downed it before setting it back down on the branch and trying to get to his feet once more. He fell onto his side after only being able to stand on three of his four legs.

“I wonder if you’re hurt worse than you think,” she said as she took his leg in her hands. The raven screeched in pain when she touched the area between his talon and his ankle. Izumi pulled her hands back and wiped them on the front of her kimono as she examined him again. The raven whimpered sadly as he spread his wings in the air as if to say, “Please don’t hurt me anymore.”

Izumi paused for a moment to let herself rest her eyes.

“Hey,” she began.

The raven lifted his head to look at her.

“There’s going to be a lot of rain, so I’m afraid I might not be able to take you in when the sun comes back out.”

The raven turned his head away from her, and his beak trembled. As if to say, “Don’t abandon me,” he croaked out mournfully.

Izumi put a hand on her chest. “I wouldn’t,” she said gently, reassuring him with a gentle smile. “I won’t leave you alone. You just have to trust me.”

The raven nodded slowly, but his face was still full of anxiety. “I will,” he thought.

***

She carried the small raven inside and laid him out on her table. The bird looked around with curiosity but no genuine interest. He still seemed scared.

Izumi knew exactly what he was afraid of. The raven had been left out in the rain for over a week now, and he had grown used to that horrible sound of raindrops beating against his feathery skin. A storm came before dawn and left a trail of destruction across the land. It tore at the trees and it shook the earth.

The rain had stripped away the bird’s feathers, and it battered his beautiful body with the wind, the storm, and the cold of night. His beautiful face looked worn out, and it still filled his eyes with fear.

Izumi removed his torn feathers and cleaned him as best as she could before putting his plumage back on him in the same way as always. The small raven gave no reaction to his appearance as Izumi put him back on the table. She was about to return to her room when she heard a clicking noise coming from him. It sounded like the small bird’s beak was hurrying, but it was hard to tell since they were such infinitesimal movements.

As she took out the water bottle from her bag, Izumi spoke to him. “The sun will soon be coming back out, so we can be at home soon.”

The raven glanced at her before turning his head back towards the window with a loud clack-clack-clack noise.

Izumi laughed with joy. “Okay, I’ll make sure you have some breakfast first.”

She placed some food near his cage before looking at him again. She knew that he could eat just like humans, so she figured it would be alright as long as there wasn’t anything dangerous on it. Then she went back to preparing breakfast while enjoying the sounds of rain outside the windows. She wondered how much it would rain in the upcoming days. Maybe the storm would get even worse.

As Izumi went to eat her lunch, she heard a strange voice coming from the other room. She thought it was Yukino, but she quickly realized it was coming from the little brown-necked raven’s cage. The raven’s beak was clicking at an incredible speed, but she couldn’t understand what he was saying. It almost sounded like gibberish or a foreign language to her, but there was no doubt he was saying something. After all, he had been speaking with her all this time. She decided to have some fun with the little bird and she opened his cage door for him.

He trudged out of his cage and looked at her with a questioning expression on his face. His bright gold eyes narrowed with curiosity, but they seemed to have a hint of fear in them, too.

“Can you understand my voice?” asked Izumi with a smile.

The raven nodded his head while clacking his beak, before lifting it to speak out loud to her. “I understand what you’re saying.”

“Really?” Izumi gasped in delight and excitement. “Amazing! Can you say hello in Japanese?”

Izumi heard the raven slowly clicking his beak as if he were trying to repeat what she had just said to him in Japanese. The raven croaked out in pain from his wounds and his loss of freedom.

Izumi rushed over to where he was lying on the ground and she held him in her arms in a gesture of compassion. “Are you alright? Can you tell me where it hurts?”

“It hurts,” he replied through his cries.

“Oh! I’ll get some water for you!”

Izumi ran back to the kitchen and returned with a cup filled with water, which she held in front of him where he could see it. She sat next to him on the floor and held him so that he could drink from it without having to reach up into the air. Once he had drunk enough water, Izumi carefully held him under his wings so that he could lie flat on the floor. After a moment, Izumi saw that the raven was looking up at her with tears in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” she asked again.

The raven struggled to lift his head, using his neck to move it with great effort. He clacked his beak at her several times before lifting it again to speak out loud. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

The raven seemed unsure whether he should say anything more, so he just let out another weak croak. He stood up tall on his feet for a moment before suddenly collapsing onto the floor again, holding his chest with his beak as if something hurt him.

“Are you hurt?” asked Izumi worriedly, looking him over once more.

Raven struggled to lift his head but eventually, he lifted it, allowing him to see Izumi as she rushed toward him with a worried expression on her face. She crouched down beside him and looked into his bright gold eyes. “You’re bleeding! You need to get it cleaned!”

Izumi reached for a towel from a nearby shelf to begin wiping the blood off the raven’s feathers. She carefully pulled her hands away and stopped what she was doing.

Raven continued to bleed out onto the floor, where it flowed over his talons and feet and made a mess all around him. The raven let out another painful croak as he lowered his head back down to the ground. Then he just lay there silently, letting Izumi wipe away the blood from around him.

“It’s okay,” said Izumi, softly stroking his beak gently before looking back at her hand, stained red with blood that was now dried on her fingertips. She took another cloth out of her bag and used it to carefully wipe her hand off before putting it back into her bag. Then she moved her attention back to the raven on the floor, who looked at her with curious eyes as he continued to bleed. She quickly gathered a bucket of water and some towels before running into the kitchen and filling her mug with hot water. She then returned to the raven and held it up close to his wound to make sure that the water wasn’t too hot or too cold for him. As soon as she had poured the hot water on his wound, the raven croaked out in pain. He then looked at her with such sadness in his eyes that she felt her heart wrench in her chest.

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