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lnlightning81 · 17 days

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Winners [MV1]

Summary : Max decides that it's finally time to put rumours to rest and share your relationship with the world.

Pairing : Max Verstappen x Ice Skater!reader, Reader x OC

Word Count : 0.8k

Faceclaims : Isabella Flores and Ivan Desyatov

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Max was jealous to start off with there was a connection between you and your partner -Luca- but that was just something that he learned to deal with over time. He started to understand that you put your life in Luca’s hands every time you stepped out onto that ice. If Luca dropped you wrong or if you fell wrong, that could be everything over for you, and he learned to accept that.

Everyone had warned you about not falling in love with your partner, and that was never exactly a problem. You tried it once, but the connection wasn’t a dating connection. It was a trust connection.

Finally, your competitions and Max’s races finally lined up - Miami - it allowed you to visit a race, and Max visited one of your competitions. Luca decided to join you because there was nothing better to do.

Walking into the paddock laughing with Luca, Max passed you with a couple of members of the Red Bull team. He reached his hand out, and you took it. He pulled you forward with a smile. His arms wrapped around your neck to hold you close. One hand sliding down your back and into the pocket of your jeans

“What are you doing, Max?” You whispered, looking up at him.

“I think it’s about time we share all of our relationship with the world and not just the part we were planning on” Max replied, and you looked up at him, eyes wide.

“You want to go public more than just dating?” You asked as he took a step back

“Yeah, I left a little surprise in your back pocket. GP and Rupert are waiting for you in the garage. They’ll get you both sorted” Max walked away, and you turned back to Luca and started walking. Your hand reaches into your back pocket to see what Max had left in there. Your engagement ring.

Max had proposed a few months ago, but everything about your relationship was private. Only people close to you knew about it.

“You’re doing that today?” Luca exclaimed, hand resting on your lower back as he led you into the Red Bull garage. Slipping the ring onto your left ring finger, you nodded

“Max decided it was time, and if he’s ready, then we’re doing it because I’ve been ready for months” You smiled. GP greeted you with a hug as the SKY TV and F1TV cameras panned into the garage. Luca and yourself showing up on the TV with your names written in the bottom of the screen as Rupert handed you both a pair of headphones connected to the radios that also block out the noise for when the race starts.

Luca’s hand stayed protectively on your lower back until Max came back into the garage. Max wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your head with a smile

“I need to go get ready. I’ll see you before I get into the car” Max explained

“Luca make sure she’s safe” Luca nodded

“Obviously, wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt her” Max hummed in response to Luca and walked away to his driver's room. Luca and yourself walked over to the VIP corner bit they had and sat down.

It felt like forever until Max kissed you before getting in the car watching the race in person was terrifying. Max made his way up the grid from P9 to P1, also setting the fastest lap. His trainer walked over after the race

“I’ll take you down to the podium Y/N. Luca, you coming?” He asked as you got up

“Made a promise I’d keep her safe so I’m coming” Luca laughed. Luca’s hand rested on your waist you kinda leaned into him as Rupert led you both down to the podium. Surprisingly, even while being in the public, eye crowds were the worst thing you’d ever come across.

Standing at the front of the barrier, when Max got out of his car, he jumped into the arms of his team before moving along to greet you. His hands rested on your jaw as he leaned forward and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss before he pulled back

“You did so great love” You smiled, holding his hand

“I’m so glad you’ve finally been able to come to a race” He smiled

“You get weighed and that trophy so we can celebrate later” You pushed him away as he laughed turning to the podium before you knew it the Dutch anthem was playing through the speakers the team cheering for Max and Checo during the Austrian anthem. Walking back to the garage, cameras were now focused on you and Luca after your helmet kiss with Max.

Getting into the garage, Max pulled you into a sweaty champagne covered kiss one with true meaning this time. Your hands wrapped around his neck as his rested around your waist, pulling you closer to him

“Looks like we’re both winners here” He pulled away, referring back to you and Luca winning your competition the other day. Winning felt great, but nothing would ever feel better than being able to be in public with Max sharing how much you truly love him with the world.

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yourusername Just a couple of winners this week. I love you so much, Max, and I'm so happy to spend the rest of my life with you. Luca, I have the most respect for you being able to deal with us over the last week.

There's nothing more I want in this world than to continue skating and spending the rest of my life with you and start creating our future even with Luca as our adopted son.

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maxverstappen1 : I love you so much, Schat. We're gonna be a power couple winning all these competitions with our adopted son nearby

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A/N : I might write a part two if anyone's interested in it. My only problem is that I know nothing about ice skating and only had this idea from the movie I was watching. But if it's requested, I'll do it.

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octuscle · 6 months

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New Job

It had been a long day. It was already almost dark when Markus made his way from the insurance company he served as a management consultant to the hotel on this warm July evening. The Frankfurt train station district, which he had to cross to get there, began to glow in predominantly red neon light. Drug addicts, prostitutes, night owls and pimps mingled in the streets. At the corner in front of the entrance to a brothel, the doorman approached Markus. "Hello stud, you look like you could use a distraction. We have the wettest and horniest pussies in town!" Markus declined with a smile. Not at all, because it was a hard day and he just wanted to go to bed. He had the best argument of all to be left alone here. With that, he could keep pimps and hookers alike off his back. "Sorry, not interested. I'm gay." The bouncer looked Markus deep in the eyes and grabbed his crotch. "That's even better. I'm about to have a break. Feel like some sex with a real man, tie boy?" Markus looked at the fellow. Damn, this guy was sexy as hell. Short-shaven hair, the tight-fitting undershirt accentuated his well-toned figure and showed off the tattoos excellently. And grabbing the crotch of the perfectly fitting 501 made the bulge even bigger. The same thing happened with the bulge in Mark's navy blue virgin wool suit. "How much is this going to cost me?" he asked. The bouncer shook Markus' hand. "Ivan, pleasantly. Now you are my friend. I don't take money from friends." At that moment a guy who could be Ivan's brother came out the door, gave Ivan a fistbump and lit a cigarette. He eyed Markus and said if the stud would like to ride some of the horniest mares in town. Ivan laughed and said that the tie boy was his friend. He grabbed Markus by the tie and pulled him into the entrance of the brothel.

The way past the hookers, who showed breasts and pussies in the aisles, was the purest gauntlet for Markus. Ivan pulled him behind him up a narrow stairwell and then into a small room on the second floor. Two beds, a clothes rail, a TV on the wall. Nothing more. But Markus had no eyes for that anymore. The idea that he, as an excellently educated, highly paid management consultant, would have sex with a chav in this shabby brothel made him infinitely horny. And Ivan didn't seem to need to get going either. The two of them tore off their clothes, their tongues deep in the other man's throat. With Ivan this was easier than with Markus, but Ivan was strong and so jacket, shirt and undershirt soon lay in shreds on the floor. Ivan drove his tongue down Markus' neck, sucked Markus' nipples while he loosened the belt and opened the suit pants, freed Markus' boner from his boxer briefs and sucked greedily on the boner. Markus began to moan in ecstasy and thrust his cock into Ivan's face again and again. And Ivan was a professional. When Markus already thought he was going to cum at any moment, Ivan pulled his head back (not without running the tip of his tongue down the entire length of Markus' cock), turned Markus' body, threw him on the bed and fucked him as hard as Markus had never been fucked before. Damn, who was he kidding. Markus was fucked so hard every day. Unless he was fucking other fellows. His 120 euro haircut became a cheap buzz cut. His body became slimmer, wirier and more muscular. Tattoos adorned his chest, arms and six-pack. And with every thrust of Ivan's cock into his ass, he forgot more about his white-collar life. And more memories of a life in the red light district formed in his mind.

Fuuuuuuuck! Ivan shot his load in Markus' ass. Markus didn't need much more to cum himself. Ivan pulled his cock out of Markus' ass, turned Markus on his back and at that moment Markus shot his load into his own face and on his own chest. Ivan fell exhausted onto the bed and the two sweaty and cum-smeared bodies lay tightly entwined on the crusty sheets.

It was a warm summer night and the streets of Frankfurt's red light district were crowded. Full of sensationalist tourists, but also full of johns. Ivan and Marek were standing in front of the brothel smoking a cigarette. Ivan was addressing potential customers for the hookers. Marek had a different strategy. He made eye contact with other men. When they held eye contact, Marek wordlessly grabbed his crotch. Big words were not his thing. But his language was clear. If the man followed his example and also grabbed his crotch, Marek would just say "I'll fuck you for 100." He did not negotiate on the street. When his victim nodded, Marek just turned around and walked past his colleagues into Ivan's and his room. The rest usually followed on its own.

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blingblong55 · 6 months

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...Ready for it? -Vladimir Makarov NSFW

Based on a request:

The lack of Makarov content here is killing me, I was wondering on a enemies to friends with benifits type thing with Makarov (he would be in a absolute denial that he even develop feelings for someone especially if it's his own enemy) --- F!Reader, dark romance, enemies to friends with benefits, smut, 18+, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, some fluff, knife!play, blood!play, MDNI ----

A/N: dear anon, its okay to love villains...they are hot either ways

Sworn enemies, forever to wish death upon the other. Unsuspecting eyes and hearts. Your gun, blazing as it hits his plate, "Fucking bitch," he calls out. You chuckle and shoot at him again, better luck next time, you wish to say. One goal: to dominate the underworld of evil. This is what life was like between you and him. Konni Group and the enemy, Kasper Team. Turn the light on and it's the same kind of killer on both sides, commanded by two fucking masterminds. The devil whispered his wishes to Vladimir, whilst Satan herself moaned the desires into your ear. Hate, absolute fucking hate is what you and he had for each other.

He did some bad things in his life and fucking around with the mistress of evil you had become was the worst thing he did. A dagger, the same one that carved your name, is now in his hands as he makes his dogs sniff out your hideout. You teased him with every glance, you can never catch me, is all your eyes gave out. And oh boy was he after you like a hound. At every corner, his eyes looked for the silhouette of you. The curves and that evil grin you gave him. Lips he wanted to hear him beg for their life.

It was June when you visited Poland for some hacker you sought after. That hacker belonged to him. In a world of evil, you always need some shit nerd to do your job. He sat on the desk, waited and waited until you walked in. Posing as the hacker was one thing but to have you in that room, alone was another. Dangerous, your glare on him said. "So, are you in?" You asked the 'hacker' but the one who turns to answer holds a gun. "Ask again, doll," he chuckles deeply and you shake your head. "Un-fucking-believable." Once he was in front of you, his hand went to your waist, "what's the matter? Don't want to dance with the devil?" His gaze teased yours this time.

"Don't you fucking start, Vladimir-" and in that instant, he began the game of cat and mouse by kissing your lips to keep you quiet. Once he pulled away, he laughed knowing that for the first time, he kept your pretty mouth shut. "Now listen to me, you may think you are a step or four ahead of me but doll, you are playing with the wrong darkness," his hands grip your face now. "What do you want?" you bite. "The missiles and the codes for the safe houses," he responds. You try and look away but his grip is stronger. "Don't you fucking look away from me!" he barks. Then he feels it, the gun pressed to his crotch.

"Don't you know you are playing with dangerous game here?" the gun pressed harder to him. "You think you can scare me? Darling a girl like you is a mere speed bump for me," his face and yours closer. "A dog like you is another bag of bones for me," your finger closer to the trigger. "They are here," one of his men informs. That stupid fucking task force. "Ivan, entertain them for me," he commands. From a distance, guns and screams can be heard. "Can't fight them off yourself?" you tease him. "Darling I would, but you are one messy girl who needs to be taken care of first."

"Let's make a deal, you give me 141's files and I give you three missiles." you write the demise. "Add a code to it and we have a deal. and what's with you and those men?" You nod in agreement, your gun back to its safe place. "Let's just say they are playing in the wrong backyard." He then nods and hands you a piece of paper, "Why don't we end them together, maybe then you'll be my only headache." You grin, "I want to be your migraine," your lips close to his and before he even dares to lean in, you walk away. "I expect those files, Makarov." You place your mask on and your men escort you. "Better stick to your end," he calls out.

Once back at your headquarters, you look at the piece of paper he handed you. "Let's call a truce for now. Let the games begin." A smirk on you. 141, codes and missiles, a game for demons to play with. Days pass the truce is set. He walks into your base, then he greets you. "R/N," his hand holding yours as he kisses it. "Never took you for the gentleman type," you comment. "You're in for a treat, doll," he walks past you like he knows the base. "Office, no?" You nod and walk alongside him. No one to bother you for hours as he and you talked about ways to end all targets and focus on who was more evil.

Curtains closed as you and him created poison for all mutual enemies. Maps, plans and bullets are all that are displayed on a desk. "Be smart, don't play just because you want to. If you need them to be killed, take the first target," he places a bullet down on the map, "here...and once you do, all else will be easy to kill," he instructs. "Then make sure Chimera is isolated and bring some of KorTac, that should keep them entertained," you draw the names with a red pen. "We make a good team, R/N," he smiles. "Focus," you say and look at him.

Near night, his men drove you and him to a hotel, to not stay there for a warm rest but to look for potential hideouts for the upcoming war. As he and you constructed what was known as Operation Cleanstreak, he observed you in a different light. You and him, both under tension when his hand slides to your waist. "Don't. Do. That." your voice was stern. "C'mon, we both need it, and I sure want it," his lips brushed your neck. "Be a good girl and kiss me, yes?" You back away and chuckle, "Horny so soon, tsk tsk tsk," you shake your head and cup his face. "Listen to me here, I am not going to get caught fucking you," and just before you were going to tease him, he gives you puppy eyes that gaze from your lips to your hot fucking stare. "Fuck it," he whispers and kisses you deeply, his tongue slipping into yours. He needed a taste of your poison, kill him with it because he would be addicted by the end.

He pulls away, catching his breath and before he looks away, he finds that his addiction to the kiss spreads like a disease because in an instant, he gets pulled back and you kiss him. "Thought you were a gentleman?" you say between kisses. "Oh, you are in deep," he pushes you to the bed, his blade close to your jeans. "Be a good girl and let all know tonight I claim this pussy," his blade cuts your clothes open and he gets down, kissing your inner thighs and nibbling on them. Some of your blood drips out, he looks at you, "Ooh, did my princess get cut?" he gives you a playful pout and licks the blood off. A groan from his lips falls out when he tastes it. "Sweet divine," he whispers and sucks on the cut. Your blood still dripping out as he spells his name with it on your chest and when it doesn't all fit how he wants, he cuts your shirt open and spells it all out. "Look at that," he undoes your bra and slaps your tits a few times before sucking on them and groaning. His mark belongs to you. Suits your pretty body either way.

Without warning, he licks his fingers and as he once more cuts another fabric of your body, he sticks his fingers into your cunt. "Already wet?" he teases and slaps your pussy, mercy out of the bed this night. "Fucking slut, aren't you?" he continues to slap your cunt and watch as you moan and whimper. "Take it," he growls and soon, gets on his knees and begins to eat you out. His tongue feels so heavenly on your cunt. The noises that filled the room, all moans, groans and the wetness of your cunt, were to be heard by two evil lovers. His gaze was either on your or your gorgeous tits. Often his eyes would flutter from how amazing your cunt tastes.

He gets up and fingers you as he kisses your neck and lips. Never did he think he'd be fucking the girl who gave him reasons to be even more dangerous. When you began to rub your clit, he slapped you and went to grab a rope to tie you to the bed. Only he can please you. You mewl as he made you more and more sensitive and once he knew your cunt was ready for him, his fat and girthy cock slips inside of you. You cry out, tears running down your soft face. "I know, I know but you can take it," his thrusts were slow and gentle, getting you used to his size. Your cunt clenching around him, making it an even better sensation as he fucks himself into you.

"Fuck...oh...just like that," he caresses your tits and groans. When he knew you were well used to him, his hands flew to your hips and began to go faster. Your back arching, he can see his bulge on your tummy, his thumb pressing on it, making you moan more. "Oh you like that?" he smiles and does it again. A knot inside of you, building that sweet orgasm. Your face flushed as he can't seem to stop claiming your pussy with his fast cock. "Vlad-...fuck-i...n-ngh..." You were now more than drunk on him. His fingers rub on your sensitive clit and then he feels it as he hears you cry and moan. Your juices coating his dick. "Oh princess," he moans.

He can't hold on any longer, his cum writing what no other man could claim again. Your tight pussy milking him, his cum filling you to the brim as he leans in and kisses you, his thrust slow before he pulls out. Rough hands cup your face, "Did you like that, beautiful?" he whispers and kisses you, waiting for an answer. "Loved it," you say between kisses and he grins. You whine when he stops touching you completely, he gets dressed, "Good night, R/N," he closes the door as he leaves.

Months after that night, he sees you again. It was a one-night stand, no, this meant something to him. Every night for all those months, he would send you files of Task Force 141, in the bag with each file, he made sure to send a disarmed grenade with your name and a flower attached to it. His own hands wrote your name, over and over again. He swore it was to make sure you never forget what you let him do to you but deep down in a sick way was to thank you for letting him have you. And as you met him again in that lonely office at your base, he acted cold.

You acted cold too, but it was to guard yourself from him. His gaze noticed that hidden in that room were all the grenades that held your name. His heart flutters and a smile creeps to his face. He did it, wrapped his arms around you and when you slapped him, he chuckled. "Do it again," he whispers. So you did, you kept slapping him until he kissed you. Not believing himself, he did it again, kissed you over and over, love is for the weak and now, he is weak. "Don't leave again," you whisper as he rests his forehead against yours. "Think you'll be seeing more of me, my love," his voice soft for the first time in his life. You smile and he kisses your forehead, his strong hands bring you close to his chest. His chin is on your head as you bury your face in his chest. Comfort and love were found in that office that night, grenades and flowers were kept in that office too.

A/N: Not my fault the devs made him hot...

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kasagia · 4 months

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❄️️Warm my heart pt. 8 (end)❄️️

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/ The Darkling x fem! heartrender! reader Summary: Winter Fiesta at Christmas? Great idea. After all, there is no better opportunity to end the drama that has been going on between you and the general than at a huge ball thrown by Lantsov. Word Count: 3,6k Taglist:@aoi-targaryen @budugu @flostvs1508 @chelseyyouraverageluigi ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova’s Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ ~•♤♤♤•~ Part 7 ~•♤♤♤•~

You liked Christmas, but the winter fete that preceded it was a terrible event.

Especially since this year you weren't leaving to visit your brother right away, and in the next few hours you were going to find out whether the man you gave your heart to was really an immortal, power-hungry monster who would stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

In hindsight, you would probably prefer to endure the snark and rudeness of your grandparents and your siblings.

You took a shaky breath as you walked out of the Little Palace. At the exit, you met Fedyor and Ivan, who reconciled after Ivan promised to meet his family. The bastard knew it would be impossible this year, so he agreed, but as long as Fedyor is happy about it, then you are too.

Fedor's worse half separates from you as they reach the great hall of the king's palace.

You and Fedyor blend in with the crowd of other Grisha. You manage to grab a glass of champagne and sip it while watching the people around you. You unconsciously look at Alina, which Fedyor immediately notices.

"Are you waiting for the big show?" he asks, referring to the little show of power Alina and Aleksander were about to do.

Luckily, you missed out on being a circus monkey at the party this year (you suspect Aleksander didn't want to anger you more), so all you had to do was try to get through the last few hours as pain-free as possible.

"I can't wait." you say sarcastically, grabbing something sweet from the snack table. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice your friend smirking. "What is it? What did you do?"

"I? Nothing at all," he lies, leaning on the table and grabbing something to eat.

"I know you too well for you to lie to me. I've seen this conspiratorial smile more than once. What's going on?" you ask, looking at him carefully and expectantly.

Before you can push him further to speak, Genya joins you, saving the man from your further investigation. She shows you some Inferni tricks. When you look away, they both exchange knowing glances, and Fedyor silently thanks her for saving him.

"You look pretty." Genya comments, turning to you as the three of you eat the sweets. Take advantage of the opportunity while you can. In the Little Palace, you rarely ate anything other than those nasty herrings. "I like your earrings. Moonstone, right?"

"David made them for me. Initially, they were supposed to be… something else, but he had enough material to make me earrings as well."

"Yes, he is very talented. And what was most of it he spent on making?" she asks curiously as you three walk to a more distant part of the room where there are much fewer people.

"A ring."

"A ring? I don't see any on your finger."

"It wasn't supposed to be for me. Christmas gift." you explain vaguely.

The ring was supposed to be for Aleksander... no proposal or anything else. He recently lost his ring, so you asked David to make him a new one, practically the same as his old one but with a piece of moonstone inside.

"Oh, I see. You know, David told me that the moonstone has… a very special meaning," she says teasingly.

"Really? And how often do the two of you talk like that?" you ask just as teasingly, and she blushes too.

You both laugh, and only now do you notice that Fedyor has also disappeared somewhere, leaving you and Genya alone.

"May I ask who that special gift is?"

"I... I haven't decided yet." you tell her what is actually true.

This evening was to decide everything. That evening, Aleksander was to put his plan into action. If he really decided to use Alina in his plans... you had a backup plan ready. Which you hoped you wouldn't have to use.

You notice Aleksander as soon as he enters the room.

And you are speechless at the sight of him.

At the sight of his black kefta embroidered with red threads.

He gives you a short, meaningful look and goes to greet the royal family. You turn immediately towards Genya with a questioning look, and she simply shrugs.

"He wanted a matching kefta." she explains, but she frowns at your growing excitement. "But I want you to be careful. He's… a powerful man. Even if you tamed him a little."

You are going to deny her words, defend him, and say that he is not as bad as everyone makes him out to be, but you are speechless for the second time when soon after Alina enters the room in a black kefta with gold embroidery.

You shake your head, laughing bitterly.

"Apparently not." you say, staring at Alin with envy. The bitter bile of jealousy and hurt wells up inside you as you try to focus on your anger rather than the tears welling up in your eyes.

Genya stares at her as surprised as you, searching for someone in the crowd.

"I don't understand… after all…"

"Don't worry, I understand." you say firmly and coldly, making the redhead shiver. You ignore her, staring at Alina as she approaches Aleksander from behind, surprising him when she smiles sweetly at him. "And I'm not going to be part of this fucking threesome."

You leave Genya alone before she can say anything. You don't stay for the Alina and General show. You just walk out, pushing your way through the crowd and finding the back exit where the fewest guards are patrolling. All you wanted was to disappear into the shadows.

Aleksander looked for you frantically after Alina approached him. But he doesn't see you anywhere. You left Genya alone, and he wasn't able to spot you in the crowd.

He did his little show with the Sun Summoner and left her with her friends. He moved quickly towards the exit, catching Genya's gaze. The woman immediately followed him. They both left the room and went into the corridor, where Fedyor was already waiting for them.

"What happened there?" he asks them furiously. "Who gave her that damn kefta? That wasn't the plan."

"Um… David saw Baghra leaving the Grand Palace."

Aleksander frowns in anger at Fedyor's words. He clenches his fists and takes a few breaths to calm himself down. His mother always had to destroy everything that was good. He should've predicted it.

"And where is she now?" he asks through gritted teeth.

"Baghra?" Fedyor asks hesitantly as Genya gently moves towards him.

"Y/N!!" they both tremble when they hear him shouting. Shadows circle him, giving him an even more ominous look. He sighs when he sees the fear in their eyes, and with a wave of his hand, everything returns to normal. “I meant Y/N.” he says more calmly, slightly embarrassed by his sudden outburst.

"We do not know. David followed her, but she vanished from his sight."

"Vanished?" Fedyor nods. Aleksander immediately thinks of his mother. Only she and he knew the exact location of the hidden corridors in the Grand and Little Palace. She had to take you. Convince you finally that he is a monster. "I want our men at every exit gate around the castle, at every exit and entrance, and at the sewers that lead from here. As soon as you see her, you are to capture her and alert the rest."

"Baghra or Y/N?"

"Both!" he says angrily, walking towards the exit of the palace. "And you two are to guard the Sun Summoner. I don't want her to disappear too."

He doesn't go far before Ivan catches up with him with the news that there was an attack on Alina. He freezes in his steps. It cannot be split.

He can either look for you or protect the Sun Summoner.

And the choice is simple for him.

You kept your hand pressed tightly to your mouth to keep from making any sound as you walked down the hall of the Grand Palace. Tears flowed freely from your eyes, somehow making their way through your hand and into your mouth so you could taste the saltiness of your defeat.

He chose Alina. Actually, both of you, but what difference did it make? You made it clear to him that you wouldn't be just another pushover in his life, just another face among many others. You wanted everything or nothing. Nothing half-hearted, no half-truths, and no being THE OTHER WOMEN.

As you walk and cry, you don't notice something suddenly moving in the shadows, and listening to the heartbeat of someone who might be hiding in a secret passageway in the hall is the last thing on your mind right now.

That's how someone grabs you tightly by the arm in an aching hug and drags you along with them to the hidden exit of the castle. You struggle and freeze, both shocked and irritated, as you see who caught you.

"Baghra? What the hell do you want?" you ask irritably, not wanting her to see you like this. You pull your hand from her grip and wipe the remaining tears from your face.

"I'm helping you, child. Do you think Aleksander won't send people after you who will lead you back to him like some pet?"

"I don't need your help." you growl, backing away from her in anger.

"You think so? So c'mon. Go, run away by yourself. I am sure he will find you. Maybe he will even put a collar on you too. You, Alina and Aleksander will have so much fun together."

You stand still, listening to her words like poison. You shake your head and turn to face her, watching her smirk with spite.

"You know what? I'm not surprised that he... that he thinks what he's doing is right. If he told me even a little bit of the truth about himself, then I know how you treated him. How you shaped him. So don't be surprised that your son became what he became when all you showed him was how to take advantage of other people and how to not care about anyone but his own goals and needs. Maybe if you hadn't run away from all those who are supposedly not worthy of your attention and hadn't taught him the same things, he would have turned out completely differently. Maybe if you saw him as something more than a creator of the fold, a Black Heretic, everything would be different. And don't worry. I can handle everything perfectly on my own."

You leave her in the secret corridor and don't look back as you return to the main halls of the Grand Palace.

Aleksander was furious. No one saw you, no one could find you. He ran out of the Little Palace and headed straight for the stables. You had to sneak out somehow. He hoped that maybe he would ride his horse around the area and find you.

He doesn't wait for the horseboy. He approaches his horse and saddles it quickly and expertly. He has his foot in the stirrup when he hears movement near the entrance.

"Are you going somewhere?" you ask, leaning against the entrance with your arms crossed.

He freezes, blinking a few times, making sure you're not some sort of vision, ghost, or other creature tormenting him. When he realises you're standing there in your body, he jumps off his horse and runs towards you. He hugs you to his chest and buries his nose in your hair. He lets out a shaky breath, inhaling your scent.

"Saints, where have you been?" he asks, not letting you move away from him. He needs to feel you close.

"On the way. Far from here. I turned back when I heard that there was an attack on Alina. Did anything happen to anyone?" you ask worriedly, moving away from him. He doesn't let you go far, just enough to look at him.

"I… I don't know." he admits, embarrassed, and you frown, looking at him in disbelief.

"How don't you know?"

"I left. I left Ivan, Fedyor, and Zoya in charge. I… I had to find you."

His confession makes your heart melt, and you bite your lips, holding back the sudden urge to kiss him. Your brain gets back on track as you start to think again about how your friends and other Grisha handle another attack on Sun Summoner.

"We have to come back to them." you tell him as you somehow manage to get out of his grasp and turn towards the exit.

"Wait... please." he says this and quickly overtakes you, blocking your only escape route. You stare into his dark eyes for a moment before shifting your gaze to his horse, which is watching the two of you closely. He doesn't let you take your eyes off him for long. He gently grabs your chin and forces you to meet his pleading gaze. "Talk to me."

"About what? We have nothing to talk about." you say, glaring at him defiantly.

Common sense screams at you to run away from him. He wasn't just the red flag; he was the whole red carpet. But how can you leave him when those dark eyes look at you so pleadingly, when he clings to you like to the anchor, like to the only thing that holds him sane?

"If that were true, you'd be on your way, far away. I know you could get through all those people I put on guard, even me. If we didn't have anything to talk about, I… I wouldn't be looking for you like a mad man, leaving the Little Palace in such a situation without my supervision. You know that."

"Why are you wearing a kefta with red embroidery? Why did Alina replace her blue one with a black one? You can't have a cake and eat it at the same time, Aleksander. I want... I want to be the only one for you... as you are the only one for me, even though this shouldn't happen. Even though I know what you did, but... I can't help seeing you as... as someone more than my general or the Darkling. I... please, just don't prove me I am that naive to love you."

You lift your head to look at him just as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

You stand there in shock for a moment, but you respond to his kiss with equal parts fervour, passion, and need. He wraps one hand around your waist, and the other gently cups your cheek, tilting your head to a different side to give him better access to your mouth. You moan into the kiss, grabbing the lapels of his kefta and pulling him even closer to you.

The thought occurs to you that he looks good in red.

His cold fingertips tease the hot skin of your neck as he begins to undo the buttons on your kefta. A shiver runs through you as you break away from him, realising that you two still have a few more things to explain before you can finally let yourself lose yourself in him.

"Wait, wait." he listens to you and immediately pulls away from you, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. He licks his lips and is about to ask you a question when you interrupt him. "Nothing happened. You didn't do anything wrong; I just need to know. What about Alina? And the fold?"

"She means nothing to me. She is nothing compared to you. She is just a means to an end, and I… might have changed my plans a little bit."

"What do you mean?" you ask, crossing your arms. He sighs and looks at you for a long time before answering.

"I'm not known for making noble decisions. But know that everything I do—everything I wanted to do—I did for Grisha's sake. And I admit... these were not good for everyone. I wanted to seduce Alina. Make her trust me, make her rely only on me, and take advantage of her. But then I promoted you. I needed help with the papers—someone who wouldn't question my authority and for whom Grisha's well-being was as important as mine. And you ruined all my plans after the first day when you argued with me about sending our people through the fold. I... for the first time in hundreds of years, I had someone who wasn't afraid to say what she thought. Someone who respected my opinion even if she didn't agree with it. I felt that… that I didn't have to be this monster around you, that I didn't have to keep up my image. That I don't have to be a Darkling for you to respect me. And I know I'm far from being a good man, but with you... with you, I remember what I was like before all this happened, before this whole thing with the fold. What I was fighting for. What I believed in. I thought that that man died a long time ago, but with you, I am... I can be just my old self. The one I really missed. The only one of many of my... well, version of myself that I didn't play or create for survival purposes. I live with you. Not just keep fighting to survive for the better times. So please believe me that when I say I love you, I say it from the deepest truth, from the remnants of my heart that I still have after the centuries I have lived. The remnants that you picked up and brought back to life, my little almighty heartrender. You don't have to want me back. I don't suspect you will… just please don't leave. Don't leave me again alone in my darkness."

And what can you say? What can you do other than go up to him and kiss him like you've never kissed anyone else? You don't know who is more surprised—you, him, or that damned horse neighing in the background, ruining your perfect moment. But you don't care. You kiss your shadow summoner and try to convince him that, from now on, he will never be alone. At least as long as you breathe.

"I have something for you," you say later that night as you lie in his arms in his bed.

After your little make-out session, you returned to the Little Palace and took care of everything. Baghra was gone, Alina was safe (with Mal returning after Aleksander had abandoned his search for the deer), and everyone in the palace had somehow survived another attack.

"I don't need anything except for you to stop squirming so much," he murmurs into your neck, tightening his grip on you as you try to reach for your kefta, which is discarded on the floor next to the bed.

"Aleksander!” you squeal, laughing when he touches the sensitive spot on your waist, making you tickle. "Don't you dare." you say, seeing his malicious look. "I'm serious. Tickle me, and I'll fly out the door, not caring who sees me naked."

"I'll remember that." he huffs, offended, and buries his face in your neck. His beard tickles your skin, and even more tickles your sensitive skin, where he left a few hickeys on it.

You somehow manage to reach into your kefta and take out a canvas pouch. You place it on Alexander's chest, smiling excitedly as he pulls away from you gently and takes the item, examining it in his hands.

"What is it?"

"Your Christmas' gift. Open it."

He doesn't question your order. He pulls you towards him so that you're sitting between his legs and leaning against his chest. He hugs you, holding you close to him and resting his chin on your head as he opens his pouch and selects a ring. You feel him hold his breath, and his heart speeds up.

"Don't worry; I'm not proposing to you. I'm not crazy enough to do it so quickly. Besides, I'm quite a traditionalist when it comes to this. I'll wait for my ring. I just know you lost yours somewhere and… I thought it would be a nice gift."

"Is this a moonstone?" you nod at his question.

"Do you like it?"

He doesn't answer. He places a kiss on your head and hands you the ring. He sticks out his left hand, obviously wanting you to put it on his finger.

You do it with trembling hands. It looks good on his finger. And the possessive thought crosses your mind that he is truly yours now.

"I have nothing for you, milaya. You'll have to wait before I pick up your gift from David and Genya." you turn around in his arms with a smile.

"I already have my gift. You let me warm your heart. That's all I wanted." he gives you that charming smile and kisses you. You smile against his lips, feeling his arms around you again as he pins you to the mattress to shower you with kisses again, hickeys and all his attention, whispering against your skin with every kiss how much he loves you and needs you.

And in the morning, you find a beautiful black kefta with red embroidery and a ring that matches the one you gave him. And as you hear his heartbeat against yours, you decide it's the best Christmas you've ever had.

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ivantillz · 3 days

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can u write a fic of ivantill navigating their feelings after the kiss if they were both saved by the rebels

Till was annoyed. He was also feeling a lot of other things, undoubtedly, but annoyance was at the top of the list because why wouldn't they just let him see Ivan already?

"Can you please stop pacing?"

He paused mid-step and glanced over at Mizi.

"I just found out one of my friends who I honestly thought was dead has actually been alive this whole time and my other friend is currently being operated on after nearly giving his life to save me. Sorry if I'm a little antsy."

Mizi gave a small smile, undeterred by his bluntness as usual. Or what used to be usual. Till wasn't so sure what had or hadn't changed.

"He'll be okay, I promise." Even as she said it, her eyes were drawn to the closed door. They couldn't even hear anything through the thick metal. "You heard them; the wound was pretty minor. Just grazed his side."

Till pressed his lips into a thin line, hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Why did he do that?" he asked, barely louder than a whisper. Mizi stood up and crossed the hall, drawing him into a hug. He used to dream about this - having her undivided attention - but now it did little to ease the terrible pain in his chest.

Sniffing once, he hugged her tight. She didn't say anything, even as began to cry into her shoulder.

It was nearly two hours before the door opened and one of the healers - Mizi had introduced them but honestly Till couldn't remember her name; he had been kind of traumatized at the time, okay? - stepped out.

Till tried very hard not to focus on the blood staining the front of her shirt. "He's stable," she said.

"Okay, great." Till didn't even wait before trying to push past her; she didn't budge. "Come on! I just want to see him."

She smiled politely. "I didn't say you couldn't. Just try and be quiet, okay? He might be doze in and out, don't try to force him to stay awake."

Till pursed his lips. "I know," he grumbled. Mizi joined his side.

"Thank you," she said. With a shared nod, the healer left. Inside the room was the other healer; he quietly set a rag on Ivan's forehead before also leaving the room.

"He still has a slight fever," he explained. "If he asks, you can refresh the rag." He pointed to a bucket on the table with what Till could only hope was clean water.

Once he was gone, Till walked over to the bed and sat down. Mizi sat on the other side of the bed. Ivan hadn't stirred since they walked in.

He looked bad - terrible, even. His skin was even paler than usual, there was a bit of crusted blood still at the corner of his mouth, dark circles under his eyes.

But he was alive, and that was all that mattered.

"I'll just stay until he wakes up," Mizi said quietly, staring at him. "I just want to make sure he's okay."

Till had almost forgotten he wasn't the only one who had been wounded by what happened. He suddenly felt a little guilty.

"You don't have to leave," he said instead.

She smiled over at him; there was something about the look in her eyes that made Till feel exposed. He didn't like the feeling. "I think you two need to talk."

He didn't argue, even if the last thing he wanted to do right now was talk about what had happened. Any of it.

Ivan woke up about ten minutes later; he was groggy, as expected, voice hoarse and scratchy.

"Here." Till moved without even thinking, grabbing a cup he had noticed on the table a little earlier.

Ivan was too weak to even hold it. Till adapted quickly; he held the cup to his lips and tilted it back a little. Once Ivan was done, he set it aside again.

"So," he licked his lips. "I guess this isn't heaven, huh?"

Mizi laughed softly. "Not even close. But you're safe here, at least."

He sighed, groaning a little as he tried to sit up. Till moved quickly, gently grabbing his arm to help him. He wasn't even sure if he should be moving yet but he wasn't about to fight him; that just seemed like asking for even more trouble.

"I really expected to die up there," he said once he was settled, the rag fallen at his side. Till grabbed it, plopping it in the bucket for now.

Mizi pressed her lips together. "I think I'm going to go see if they have anything that'll be easy enough on your stomach," she said, gently touching Ivan's shoulder as she stood.

"I'm not hungry," he replied automatically.

She clicked her tongue. "Too bad; you need to eat to recover."

Without waiting for a reply, she swept around the bed and paused just long enough to squeeze Till's shoulder once before leaving the room.

The silence was almost suffocating.

"You weren't really choking me," Till blurted.

Ivan side-eyed him. "Of course not," he said slowly. "Did you really think I would?"

Till opened his mouth, closed it. "I'm not really sure of anything anymore," he admitted quietly.

"It was just a ploy," Ivan continued, looking away. "I don't know. I just needed them to believe it."

It was silent again for a few beats. Till stared at his hands.

"You could've killed me," he said eventually. "I didn't care."

He chanced a look; Ivan was still staring ahead at nothing, his mouth a tight line. "I would've never let that happen," he said and for a moment Till wasn't sure what he meant until - "I would've done anything to ensure your safety."

And that was the crux of it, huh?

Till thought of Ivan's hands around his throat, surprisingly gentle. He thought about his mouth. His lips. He had kissed Till like he was searching for something. Like he needed something.

"You kissed me," he said. It felt weird, finally saying the words.

Ivan snorted, shaking his head minutely. "I did." He side-eyed Till again. "I know it was selfish of me. I know."

"But if you could do it over again, would you still kiss me?"

Till wasn't even sure what had motivated him to ask. Ivan smiled; it was almost sad. "Probably."

He nodded. He wasn't upset. He wasn't even sure if he had been upset, in the moment, not for longer than a second. Mostly he had been confused.

But now that he had time to think on it, he wasn't so confused anymore.

"I never knew," he mused quietly. "I mean." He looked up, suddenly a little angry. "You never told me. You should've told me."

All that time he had been chasing after Mizi and a part of him had always known it was never going to happen. She had loved - she still did - love Sua.

Time wasted. He had never even considered...

"There was no reason to burden you with my own feelings," Ivan said evenly. "I'm selfish, maybe, but I didn't want to make things even more complicated for you."

Till breathed out through his nose. "You really think you were doing that for my sake?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice level. "You think you had the right to decide what was best for me?"

Ivan stared back at him, eyes as dark as ever. "I don't understand."

"You kept it from me," Till continued, pressing a hand to his chest, "because you were scared to say it. You were scared of how I would respond."

Ivan let out a humorless laugh. "We both know how you would've responded, Till." He sighed. "This is a pointless argument to have."

He still wasn't getting it. "No," he said, leaning closer. "We don't know how I would've responded because you never gave me the chance."

"Just like you gave the same chance to Mizi?" he shot back.

Till pressed his lips together. "That is not the same and you know it. Sua loved her back. It was different. I - " He paused, biting the inside of his cheek.

Suddenly the fight was drained out of him. Ivan eyed him warily.

"You what?" he asked, looking cautious and almost nervous. Till had never seen that expression on his face. He always looked so in control of everything. It was nice to be reminded he was really just human like the rest of them.

Till swallowed around the lump in his throat. "I think I could've liked you, Ivan. If only I had known."

Ivan stared at him like he wasn't really seeing him. "No," he said, too fast. He looked more scared, here, than he had up on that stage.

"Didn't factor that into your little plan, huh?" he asked; without asking, he pulled the rag out of the water and wrung it before leaning forward to gently scrub away the dried blood on his chin. "I don't think I ever really liked her, not in the way I thought I did."

Ivan was silent, his jaw clenched.

"I was just - I needed something. An escape. A dream. She was nice to me. Pretty..." Till sat back. "I think I just really wanted someone to care about me."

Ivan glanced at him briefly before looking away again.

"But this whole time I was blind to see I had that," Till felt his eyes burning. "Maybe you weren't as obvious about it, maybe you had your own way of showing it, but... that doesn't matter." He tossed the rag aside and reached for his hand; Ivan stiffened as he grabbed it but didn't pull away. "I would like to have a second chance."

Ivan stared at their hands. "You don't owe me this," he said, voice still carefully even.

"I'm not offering anything because I feel like endowed to you," he squeezed his hand, hard. "You know me well enough to know I wouldn't do that. Now stop fighting me on this and look at me."

Ivan lifted his head.

"Thank you, Ivan," he said, staring into his eyes - dark, yes, but warm, comforting and familiar - "for caring about me, even when I couldn't see it."

Ivan opened his mouth, closed it. He squeezed his hand back. If Till didn't know better, he would even say he was blushing a little.

Maybe he would always have a bit of regret for not really seeing Ivan earlier. Maybe Ivan would apologize many more times for kissing him without permission. Maybe he would try to apologize for hurting Till, even if he didn't. Not really. All the pain he had felt - the real pain - was cured the moment he had known he would be okay. Maybe they would still struggle a lot, have bad and good days, but maybe that was okay.

#alnst #ivantill #alien stage #ivantill fic #alnst till #alnst ivan #alnst mizi #mywriting #hope u enjoy anon!#ivantill requests/prompts are open to all btw #they rly help motivate me soooo

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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In Another Life

Part Four

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Alternate Universe!Reader

Summary: Accompanied by your new recruits, you and Aleksander return to the Little Palace, and soon settle into a comfortable routine. But nothing ever stays the same for long.

Warnings: nightmares (which feature threat and near drowning).

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Horseback riding is painful. When you finally slide off the horse in the late afternoon, with Aleksander’s assistance of course, your legs are stiff and aching. You wince as you walk beside him, and move to make camp for the night next to a rundown barn.

With Mal accompanying your travelling party, there is plenty of squirrel meat to go around for the evening meal. You find yourself eager to be back at the Little Palace, with tasty warm meals and Aleksander’s soft bed.

Once night falls, you’re shivering. As you’re sitting huddled beside Fedoyr, a soft but heavy cloth falls over your shoulders, and you look up to see Aleksander placing his cloak over you. Your lips part to protest, but the look in his eyes has you shutting your mouth before the words can escape.

There’s a quiet sparking noise, and warmth begins to burst from the pile of logs and dry grass that Ivan had assembled. Pulling Aleksander’s cloak tighter around your body, you shuffle closer to the fire as Ivan coaxes it to life.

“Ivan you’re a saint.” You remark without thinking, rubbing your hands together to conserve some warmth.

He stares at you for a moment, his face as unchanging as usual, but Fedoyr smiles widely.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Aleksander talking to Alina. She looks a little wary, but you hope that this can be the start of something great between them.

“You and the General are close.” Ivan states, though it sounds more like an accusation, and you jump a little. This is the first time he’s ever spoken to you. Despite yourself, you can’t help but look over at Aleksander as you answer.

“He’s done a lot for me. I only hope I can do enough to repay his kindness.”

Ivan doesn’t respond, but you know he must be thinking hard about your words.

As the evening goes on, soldiers slowly begin to lie down on their packs, settling down to sleep around the fire. Once you’ve got yourself settled, you stare up at the stars as they begin to reveal themselves in the darkness of the night. There’s a breathtaking number of them.

Aleksander sets his bedding up next to yours, close enough that your shoulders almost touch as he lies down beside you. Neither of you speak as you look up at the darkened sky.

“Are your stars different?” He asks in a low voice, nearly a whisper. You nod faintly, brow furrowing as you stare at the sky. It’s hard to tell really, you have always struggled to identify the constellations in your world.

“I think so. Will you name some of your constellations?”

“There’s the rosebed, the firebird, a lot of the saints have their own constellations as well.”

You laugh softly.

“Yes they’re definitely different to mine.”

You’re quiet for a moment, before you ask in a small voice,

“Is Sankt Ilya up there?” He nods, and you shift your head, pressing the side of your face against his shoulder so that you can see exactly where he’s pointing.

“Do you see that cluster of three stars?” You hum in agreement. “That is the head of Sankt Ilya. Beside him is the stag.” You follow the motion of his fingers as he trails his way along the path of each constellation. “Then the sea whip curls around them both.”

There’s a pause, and your eyes flutter closed as the warmth of Aleksander’s body settles into your own. Despite the rough earth beneath your back, you find yourself comfortable enough to begin slipping away into slumber.

“I assume it’s real as well.” Aleksander says.

“What’s that?” You mumble sleepily.

“The sea whip.” There’s a small sound of confirmation from you, before you add in a tired voice,

“Yes, it is.”

You hope he won’t ask you any questions about it. At the moment, all you’ve been focusing on is ensuring that Alina stays at the Little Palace. You haven’t even considered what you’re going to do about the amplifier situation.

Luckily Aleksander seems to notice how tired you are, and doesn’t ask you anymore questions. The crackle of the fire, and the steady rise and fall of Aleksander’s chest helps to lull you to sleep.

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Rain soaks through your clothes, and you stumble as the deck tilts beneath your feet. A burst of pain blooms over your side as you hit the edge of the ship. Down below, icy water churns ferociously.

A book lands at your feet, it’s pages crumbling as the rain soaks through paper. The title might be in Old Ravkan, but you know what book it is. The final book in the trilogy. The one that holds Aleksander’s future. The future you’re desperate to change.

“This is all the mercy traitors deserve.”

Aleksander’s features are twisted into a near snarl, and fear seizes you. Those words had been directed at Mal when you had read them. But right now he’s looking at you.

As his hands close around your throat, your heart shatters in your chest and your lungs strain for air.

“Sasha. Please.” You gasp, tears flooding down your face as you scramble against his hold. He’s too strong, resolute in his anger, and you can only bat weakly at his chest.

Then you’re tumbling backwards, gasping for mere seconds as you fall, before you hit the raging waves and salt water fills your lungs.

You fight against the ocean, but the waves are too violent. Every time to reach the surface, you’re choking on whatever air you can grasp, before you’re pulled under again.

Too consumed by your terror, and lack of breath, you don’t realise that you aren’t alone. Not until it’s too late.

The sea whip’s gaping mouth, open to devour you, is the last thing you see before you wake with a jolt.

It takes a moment for your heart to slow back down to normality, and your breathing to settle until you’re no longer gasping. You stare at a drop of dew as it slides down a blade of grass.

Aleksander’s face, twisted in anger, haunts you.

Aleksander. Turning over, you’re greeted with the sight of an empty space. His blanket has been discarded, and his boots are gone. Heart pounding, you sit up and look around wildly. Where is he?

The sound of a horse snuffling has you looking over towards the barn, and you spot a familiar figure standing by the head of Aleksander’s horse and breathe out a sigh of relief.

As quietly as you can, you step through the throngs of soldiers lying asleep, moving towards Aleksander. The early morning air is cold, and part of you wants to slide back under your blankets. Instead, you round the side of the barn.

“Good morning.” You say softly, and Aleksander smiles when he sees you. Your heart twists.

“Good morning.”

He observes the distance you keep from his horse, and he pats the creature’s neck affectionately as he introduces him to you.

“This is Nocturne.” He then tells the horse your name, which has your smile widening and some of your nerves disperse.

“Hello Nocturne.” You say quietly, playing along with Aleksander’s little introduction.

His fingers curl around your wrist, guiding your palm to lie flat against Nocturne’s muzzle. The hairs are very short but smooth as you pet down the length of the horse’s face. Nocturne tilts his head, and you nearly flinch.

“You’re alright.” Aleksander says soothingly, and you’re not sure if he’s speaking to you or to Nocturne but his tone seems to settle both of you. “There we are.”

The remaining tension from your nightmare fades with his gentle touch and words.

Aleksander opens up the satchel attached to Nocturne’s saddle, and pulls out an apple. With a raised brow, he gestures between your hand and the fruit. You shake your head.

“I’m not putting my hands anywhere near his mouth.” Aleksander breathes out a small laugh, but he accepts your decision, holding the apple out himself for the horse to munch on.

You continue to brush your hand down the space between Nocturne’s eyes, before you glance back at Aleksander. His hands are back in his satchel. Then he pulls out a handkerchief, which he unwraps to reveal two slices of bread. Your jaw drops.

“You made me eat gristly squirrel meat last night when you had perfectly good bread in your satchel?”

His smile widens into a boyish grin as you cross your arms, feigning a mixture of annoyance and astonishment.

“I don’t believe it. The stories are all true. The Darkling truly has no mercy.” Aleksander laughs, and warmth glows in your chest at the sound of it.

“Would you like some?” He asks, with teasing in his voice. You attempt to give him a firm look, but you’re too softened by the smile on his face.

“Please.”

The two of you share the bread between you, as you attempt to shake the stiffness out of your legs in preparation for another day of riding.

“How long until we’re back at the Little Palace?” You ask him.

“If we depart within the next hour, we should return around mid-afternoon.”

Sure enough, less than an hour later Aleksander is helping you up onto Nocturne, with your bags packed and strapped to the saddle.

Conversation between the two of you is scarce as you travel. Unlike when you were travelling in the coach, you don’t have the privacy to ask Aleksander questions about his long life. If you ask too many questions about Ravka, the people around you will most definitely notice that you aren’t from the remote countryside like you claimed.

The horses keep a steady pace as they trek over the narrow hunting trails that weave through fields and woodland on the way to Os Alta. You get your first glimpse of the city in the distance a little after noon.

As you’re making your way through the city, you take the opportunity to look around. When you had left the coach had whisked through the streets so quickly you hadn’t much time to sightsee.

Once you round a final corner, the Grand Palace comes into sight. Alina stares up at the building which towards behind the gates. Aleksander urges Nocturne to trot beside Alina’s horse.

“What do you think?” Aleksander asks Alina. For a moment she looks surprised that he’s talking to her.

“It’s very… grand.”

“That’s one word for it.” You remark quietly, and you can almost hear Aleksander’s smirk in response.

“I think it’s one of the ugliest buildings I’ve ever seen.”

From that moment onwards, Aleksander leads your group in a small procession as you take the road around the Grand Palace, heading towards the Little Palace. A sense of relief fills you once you finally set your eyes on the building. You hadn’t realised how much you had missed it in the week you had been gone.

But now you’re back at the one place that you might be able to call home - one day.

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Aleksander’s schedule is easy enough to keep up with. He rises early, which suits you since you can’t remember the last time you slept soundly for an entire night.

He has weekly briefings with the First Army officers, in which you sit at his side and make notes, scribbling down observations about the men surrounding you and the proposals they make.

The two of you eat lunch together, and usually discuss whatever you had been working on during the morning. Most of your work is making official copies of lists and drafts, as well as reading through missives to see if Aleksander had missed anything important.

After a briefing, and meeting with some other trackers that you had recruited for the search, Mal had been sent to the First Army outpost at Chernast. With any luck he’ll be able to find the stag soon enough.

You soon find a way to slot Alina into Aleksander’s day. You don’t tell him your plan, simply inviting Alina to look over some maps in the war room. There were a few mistakes on a number of the maps, and you hoped that Alina would pick up on them. She does, and you ask her to fix them.

The doors open as she’s finishing her work on the first map, and Aleksander strides in with a questioning look in his eyes. He raises a brow at you.

“Miss Starkov is correcting a few issues with our maps.” He nods.

“May I see?”

Her fingers brush against his as she passes him the map. She retracts her hand quickly, and you see Aleksander pause. He lifts his eyes to meet yours momentarily, before he ignores the accidental contact and looks over Alina’s adjustments.

After that day, Alina spends more time in the war room with you both, sketching new maps as well as improving the existing ones. When news from Mal arrives, you help her plot the tracking of the stag. At some point you know he will have to trek into Fjerda, and it’s likely you’ll lose contact with him for a while. You just have to hope that he’ll survive.

Alina had been offered the same suite that had been given to you when you first arrived at the Little Palace. Aleksander had asked if you minded Alina being given the room, and you had assured him you didn’t. After all, you could have died in that room, and whilst the blood stains are gone, you aren’t sure that you’d ever be comfortable in that room again.

Besides, it means you are given another suite, one directly across the hall from the war room, meaning Aleksander’s bedroom was only a short walk away.

Life at the Little Palace is good, at times it’s far better than your old life, and there are moments where you don’t want anything to change. That you can just continue spending your days eating lunch with Aleksander while you talk about which officers you find the most boring, and visiting the library with Alina.

Aleksander organises horse riding lessons for you. You’re a little apprehensive about it, but you know it will be an important skill to master now that you’re living in Ravka. Taking Aleksander’s coach everywhere would be too time-consuming and if you couldn’t ride a horse he might decide he’s better off leaving you behind at the Little Palace.

So, one sunny mid afternoon you make your way towards the stables where you’re set to meet with your instructor.

Wandering through the stable, you can’t see anyone about. You walk over the hay covered cobbles, looking this way and that for a presence besides those of the horses that peer curiously at you from their pens.

It’s only one you open up a side door, stepping out into a small courtyard near the back of the palace, that you spot someone familiar.

Aleksander smiles over at you as he pets the muzzle of a brown horse with white patches above its hooves.

“Surely you have better things to do than try to teach me how to ride.” You say in greeting as you approach Aleksander and the horse.

“I do. I’m going to succeed at teaching you to ride.” A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, even as you’re shaking your head at him.

You’re not as hesitant as you were when you first met Aleksander’s horse, and you move to stand in front of this new horse, reaching out to tentatively pat at his sturdy neck.

“Who’s this then?”

“This is Whippet.”

“Are you sure he’s the best choice for a beginner?” You remark with a nervous laugh, raising a brow as Aleksander chuckles quietly.

“Yes. His name is a jest of sorts, due to his easy temperament and dislike of being hurried along.”

“A horse after my own heart.”

“I thought as much.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the idea of him putting so much thought into selecting a horse that you would be comfortable with.

Aleksander walks you through the different elements of the saddle and other pieces of riding equipment. He tells you what each part is for, and you listen intently.

Then he helps you up onto Whippet. He keeps one arm curled around your waist, the other settled on your thigh to reassure you that you won’t fall. The inhale you take is a little shaky, but sitting up on a horse isn’t completely unfamiliar to you anymore - not after spending hours riding to Os Alta with Aleksander.

At first Aleksander leads Whippet around the courtyard, with you sitting in the saddle feeling very much like a third party who was just along for the ride. Once Aleksander tells you how to manage the reins, he gives you a little more freedom to guide Whippet yourself.

It isn’t long before you’re able to encourage the horse into walking a brisk circle through the courtyard. With Aleksander’s direction, you’re even able to urge him into a trot, which feels far too fast for your liking.

Even from the other side of the courtyard, you can hear Aleksander’s soft laughter as he observes your widened eyes. Whippet himself seems as relieved as you are when you allow him to settle back into a relaxed amble over the cobbles.

Aleksander pats at Whippet’s neck affectionately as you bring the horse to a stop beside Aleksander.

“Well Professor Morozova, was my lesson a success?” You remark teasingly.

His eyes sparkle, no doubt at the sound of you using his name so casually. You wonder about the last time he had such a person, who could say his name in such a lighthearted manner.

“My finest student.”

Aleksander glances up at you for a brief moment, mirroring your smile momentarily, before he looks back at his hand as he smooths it over Whippet’s thin coat.

“Alina knows about her power.”

“You told her?” He nods slowly.

“We were discussing the stag, which then evolved to amplifiers in general. I mentioned my own amplification.” He pauses for a moment. “I could see her thinking it over. One thing lead to another, and then I was taking her hand, bringing her power to the surface.”

“And?” He looks up, meeting your eyes with something akin to wonder on his face.

“Pure sunlight. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Swallowing hard, you push down the twist in your heart and move to dismount Whippet. Aleksander steps forward to help you, his hands settling on your waist as your feet land on the ground. The warmth of his palms soaks through your clothes, and that peculiar feeling in your chest eases.

He drops his hands from you after a moment, and you step away, moving towards Whippet’s front.

“When I first read the books I thought you were going to be the one to train Alina.” You admit as you smooth your knuckles down the horse’s muzzle. Aleksander tilts his head aside, frowning a little.

“Me?” You nod.

“Grisha always train in pairs. You’re an Etherealki, with a unique power, just like her.” You shrug lightly. “I thought it made sense.”

Aleksander is quiet for a moment, eyes watching a collection of golden leaves that skip through the courtyard on a breeze.

“I suppose it does.”

“It would keep her away from Baghra.” You reason. He nods.

“I’ll consider it.”

Aleksander strokes his hand along Whippet’s neck, and the horse seems delighted with the attention from both of you. A frown creases at your brows, and you tilt your head aside as you think.

“When did she find out?”

“Yesterday.”

Your frown deepens as you glance at Aleksander, only to find him already watching you. Before you can even ask him why he hadn’t brought her to the king, and introduced the world to the sun summoner, Aleksander explains.

“I remembered what you told me. How overwhelmed Alina was when she found out. I wanted to give her some time, before everything changes.”

His words are so similar to your own sentiments, and you realise this might be the last quiet afternoon you’ll have with Aleksander. You find yourself not wanting to leave this moment, knowing that once you return to the Little Palace reality will kick in.

Alina will begin training. She’ll grow closer to Aleksander. With your influence, hopefully she’ll be happy here. She’ll stay. He will tell her the truth eventually. Then you won’t be special. You won’t be the only one who calls him by his true name.

If Aleksander notices you wallowing in your thoughts, he doesn’t mention it. You help him walk Whippet back to his pen in the stables. Aleksander ensures that the bolt is in place, and closes the stable door behind you both.

A cheery cluster of flowers catches your eye as you’re waiting for him, and when Aleksander rejoins you, you can’t help yourself from identifying them.

“Blue irises.”

Aleksander frowns lightly, looking away from you to glance at the flowers.

“Hm?”

“They’re Alina’s favourite flower.”

There’s a spark of something in his eyes, something you can’t identify, and he nods slowly.

“I shall keep that in mind.”

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ouu! can i request you write a nate x reader(in a relationship) where theyre in the odessa catacombes w sam and colby? :)

Odessa Catacombs - Nate Hardy

Roughly based off of this video

This is my first request ever ashakjht thank you so much anon! I hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: The video and the story take place before the whole war thingy. I just want to say that I am not in the slightest way ignoring anythinig that is happening at the moment and that my heart goes out to everyone there <3

Summary: you join Nate, Sam, and Colby to explore the Odessa Catacombs in Ukraine

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death and hauntings, sum kissing, again not proofread lmao

“Babyyyy.” Nate drawls out the last syllable. A small smirk forms on your lips, knowing that he only did that when he wanted something from you.

You’re currently sitting on his couch, feet on the coffee table, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Nate walks closer to the couch and hugs you from behind, burying his face in your neck.

“Yesss?” You say innocently in the same tone that he did.

“You would do anything for me, right?” He asks, voice muffled by your hair.

You laugh. “Depends on what you want me to do, babe.”

“Sam and Colby are going to Ukraine for a video and asked me to come. Come with me?” He says, and even though you can’t see him, you know that his puppy eyes are on full display.

You pretend to think about it for a moment. “What’s in it for me?” You tease. “What do I get in return?”

You feel the corners of his lips curl up against your neck. “I can think of a few different things.”

He starts placing kisses on your neck and you immediately know you’re a goner.

“Pretty please?” He pleads. You let out a breath of air when he kisses that particular spot on your collarbone, and he smirks at your reaction.

“Not fair, Hardy.” You huff and you turn around to face your beautiful boyfriend.

“As long as I get the window seat on the plane there.” You say.

So here you are, in Ukraine, countless hours later. You had met up with Sam and Colby as soon as you arrived and are now preparing to start the intro to the video.

“Today, we are going to be visiting the Odessa catacombs, the single largest group of tunnels and underground city in the world.” Sam says to the camera.

“During Odessa’s industrial ‘boom’, they started digging for limestone underneath the surface. But because there were no regulations, they just dug at random.” Nate says.

“Which basically created a massive labyrinth that’s only like, half mapped. So it’s like, really easy to get lost in there.” You add.

“There were literally like 2 people found dead this year in here.” Colby states.

“Wait really?” You ask. “No one told me about that part.” You chuckle but the fact kind of creeped you out. One of your worst fears about this place was to get stuck down there and never find your way out again.

Colby nods and continues. “Yeah, this isn’t like from ancient times. Even today, people get lost and there’s even cults down there.”

“Right now, we’re at the catacombs museum, a pretty popular tourist spot, but later today, we’re also going into the uncharted catacombs.”

“The wild catacombs.” Nate says dramatically and you snort.

“Wild, seriously? How can a bunch of tunnels be wild?” You ask. Sam had cut the camera by now and you start walking towards your guide.

“Babe, I know a wild thing when I see one.” He smirks as he puts an arm around your shoulders. You playfully roll your eyes at him, and you see Colby in front of you who had turned around to listen to your conversation now turn back again with an odd expression on his face, making you chuckle.

“Alright everyone, this is Ivan, our tour guide. He’s going to be helping us through the tunnels since we have no idea what we’re doing.” Colby says. “Can you maybe tell us some history about the museum and the catacombs itself?”

“The museum here was built in 1960 to remember the partisans who were hiding here during the second world war.” Ivan starts. “But the catacombs are actually just stone mines. Odessa was basically built from this material.”

“If the mines are that big, isn’t there a high risk of it collapsing while we’re in there?” You ask slightly worried, and you feel Nate take your hand in his own.

Ivan nods. “In these types of things, there’s always a risk involved. In fact, there are still many bones of miners buried underneath the collapsed parts. But hopefully everything will be safe today.” He says with a small laugh.

“Hopefully.” You mutter. You feel Nate give your hand a gentle squeeze before he turned to Ivan.

“Do you believe this place is haunted?”

The tour guide shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah, maybe.”

Sam laughs. “He’s just like, oh whatever.”

“Dude, it’s so much colder in here.” You remark as soon as you step in the tunnels, your worries from earlier disappearing to the background.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be cold like all day.” Sam agrees.

Ivan takes you through numerous rooms and you already feel like you’re completely lost. You learn that the miners often take horses in here and that they would eventually go blind because of the absence of light. After discussing what this place would do to your biological clock and seeing the shooting range, Ivan takes you to the partisans’ hospital.

“Isn’t this like, way too small for all the people that lived down here?” You ask.

“Yes, of course. I am convinced that there are lots of other hospital rooms like this one throughout the tunnels. Obviously they won’t have like the beds in them because this is just part of the museum, but there are lots of places that could have been a hospital like this one.” Ivan says.

“C’mon dude, get it up.” You hear Sam say. You look over and see that Nate was messing with a blood pressure device thing.

“A lot of guys struggle with this, okay.” He says.

“I can help if you like.” You say seductively, winking at him. You see Colby fake gag and you’re pretty sure that if it hadn’t been for this odd lightning, Nate would have been blushing.

“Wrong website, guys!” Sam shouts laughing,

“Join xplrclub for only one dollar this week for more exclusive content.” You say at the camera, wiggling your eyebrows.

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The hospital was the last stop of the museum tour, and you had to take a different entrance to go to the uncharted catacombs. What you didn’t realize, however, is that you had to walk up like 5 flights of stairs just to get back to the surface.

Once you get to the top, everyone’s panting heavily.

“Oh, fuck me.” You say, since that was more physical than you thought it would be. You realize how your exclaim sounds and you hold up one hand to Nate. “Don’t you dare make a joke out of that.”

He chuckles as response and puts both of his hands up defensively.

---

Once you get to the other entrance, you instantly notice the difference with the tunnels from the museum. The ground is muddy and slippery, and you have to carefully pay attention so you don’t end up on your ass.

“Somehow, you have to get down.” Ivan says, and we all let out a laugh.

Colby goes first. “It’s doable.” He says after he gets down. “I only caused like one avalanche.”

Once Nate had safely gotten down there, he extends a hand to you which you gratefully take.

A few meters further, Ivan stops and scans the area. “The entrance of the catacombs is blocked because of the flood. We’ll have to get in this way.” He says, gesturing to a tiny hole in the ceiling.

“We have to fit through that?” You ask perplexed. You turn to look at Ivan, but he was already gone.

“Bro, our guide just disappeared.” Sam chuckles.

Once again, Colby decides to go first on this one. After a couple of moments of struggle, he had disappeared, and it almost looked like the ceiling had swallowed him. Sam is up next and then it’s your turn.

“Wish me luck.” You say and Nate kisses the top of your head gently. You hand him your go-pro and start climbing up.

“Did you hear that?” Colby asks as soon as you get your head up through the hole.

“What?” You frown, pushing yourself up as gracefully as you could.

“Dude, where did Ivan even go?” Sam wonders while looking around, the sound now completely forgotten.

You lend Nate who was right behind you a hand and pull him up.

“He went left, for sure.” Nate says, going in that direction. And sure enough, you suddenly bump back into Ivan, making your heart skip a beat.

“I checked and the lower levels are ruined from the flood. A lot of small tunnels, so probably not the best idea to go down there.” Your guide says and Sam’s eyes were already screaming ‘hell no’ at the small tunnels part.

“So, I propose we climb up.” Ivan continues, pointing a big gap in the wall about a meter and a half up. He shows us how to climb up and makes it look way easier than it would turn out to be.

“Why do I always wear skinny jeans when we do these types of things?” Colby sighs before holding onto the wall and climbing up. Nate is up next and this time it’s his turn to stretch out his hand for you. Your foot suddenly slides off the wall and you feel Sam’s hands supporting your butt in order to not make you fall.

“Were you seriously groping my girlfriend’s ass, Golbach?” Nate asks once Sam gets up as well.

“Would you rather she broke her neck?” Sam says and Nate begins laughing. “Dude, I’m joking. Thank you so much for saving the life of my one true love.” He says dramatically, putting a hand over his heart.

Even though he had a playful tone, you couldn’t help but smile at his words.

---

You gather around the camera to start explaining the ghost stories of this place.

“It’s not just the biggest labyrinth in the world, on top of that, it’s also haunted.” Colby laughs.

“It is. There are a lot of ghost stories from here, one of them being Masha.” Sam says.

“Masha and her friends decided to explore the catacombs here late at night. They were drunk, it was New Year’s eve, and they were just some teenagers looking for some fun. They ended up spending the night here, and when they woke up, Masha wasn’t there anymore. Her friends tried to look for her but they never found her, and now she’s rumored to haunt these tunnels, still looking for a way out.” Colby says.

“Damn, that’s sad.” You say. Nate nods and continues the story.

“There were a lot of search parties sent out to look for her. A while later though, a group of young explores thought they had found her body and took pictures in front of it. A lot of people believed that this story was all a myth. So much even, that a journalist had to pressure the police to get the body out. From the looks of it, she had spent three days in pitch black and cold trying to find her way out before dying to dehydration.”

(A/N: I did some research on this story and there are a lot of different versions. Some of them say that Masha went in alone, others say that her friends went with her and ‘abandoned’ her in the tunnels. Some even say it never even happened. I just went with what I wrote here)

“Another entity that supposedly haunts this place is Bout.” You say. “He is said to protect any treasure from these tunnels. Bout was an officer from Odessa who was on board of the Titanic. They rescued him and he made like a small Titanic out of gold. He hid it in these catacombs and never came back for it.”

“For three generations though, people have come here to look for treasure. As the legend goes, if you took anything from here, Bout would cause amnesia and make whole tunnels collapse to make sure you never got out again. If you died here because of that, you would become the next Bout to protect the treasure here.” Sam says.

“There are actually a few versions of this legend. Another one is that it’s Brigantine, and not the Titanic. We’ll see some pictures of it later.” Ivan says from behind the camera.

“Obviously there are many ghost stories from this place, but I think the last one we should talk about is the White Hunter.” Sam says. “A long time ago, there were two guys down here and one of them got trapped. His friend ended up not helping him get out.”

“You guys better help me get out of here.” Colby says, looking at us.

“Yeah, 100% dude.”

“Oh hell no.” You say and Colby looks at you with a fake shocked face. “You put green hair dye in my shampoo. I’m still not over it.”

“For the record, that was three years ago, as a revenge prank. She had swapped my toothpaste with soy sauce.” He says while looking at the camera, and you grin at the memory.

“Anyway, this guy had so much anger at his friend that he came after anyone that was in here. If you didn’t, like, make the right offering, he could make you the next White Explorer.” Sam continues.

“Then, there’s another version of this story, that if you do make the right offering he would actually help you get out.” Colby says.

“Do we have anything to offer though?” You ask.

“We have Nate.” Sam deadpans and we all burst out laughing.

“Oh hell no, I don’t want his angry girlfriend putting ketchup in the coffee maker.” Colby says, looking at you with a scared expression.

----- Tiny time skip yall im sorry lol -----

“I can give you, like, a small task to test your orienteering skills if you want.” Ivan says, “if you go left on each crossroad, you should end up right here where we are now.”

“You’d be able to find us if we got lost though, right?” You ask, slightly nervous about going into the catacombs on your own.

“Yeah, I hope so.” Ivan says and everyone starts laughing uncomfortably.

“I’m going to need that hat of yours for this.” You say, taking Nate’s hat off of his head and putting it on your own.

“You look better with it anyway.” Nate flirts and Colby groans.

“Sam, why did we invite the lovebirds?” He says, seemingly annoyed, but you know he doesn’t mean any harm with it. While Colby was the one usually complaining about you and Nate being all cute together, he was also the one who rooted for the two of you the hardest when you weren’t dating yet.

“This is like, my worst nightmare.” Sam says and you immediately agree with him.

Nate places an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him as you all start to walk into the dark tunnels.

“If we don’t find the way back, at least we’ll die together. That’s kind of romantic, right?” He says, probably attempting to comfort you a little.

“Dude,”, Colby says, “since when is dying together romantic?”

Nate rolls his eyes. “Have you ever heard of Romeo and Juliet?”

You take the first left turn before Sam replies. “Juliet was literally thirteen years old.”

“Guys!” you say loudly. “I don’t see any of you getting comforted by your significant other. Y’all are just jealous.”

Colby laughs. “Fair point.”

---

“Are we sure this is the right way?” Sam asks as Colby and Nate had already climbed through a hole in the wall.

You shrug, “It’s the only way to go left here.”

“Alright, so far we’ve taken two lefts and now we’re taking a right. So that means we should take two more lefts to make a square.” Sam says, slightly confused. “No wait, one more left.”

“So after three lefts, straight should come here.” Sam continues, pointing at a brick wall. “So if we take a right, we should take one more left.”

You laugh. “I didn’t understand anything of that and I’m pretty sure none of the viewers did too.”

“Wait, guys look.” Colby says, walking to a small hole in the wall.

“We’re not going down that, right?” You say as your eyes go wide.

“Yeah, no, Ivan said we’d come through that massive hole. If the massive hole is through the tiny hole, there’s no fucking way bro. I don’t want to go down that.” Sam says, and he looks just as scared as you.

“So we must have taken a wrong turn.” Colby says, thinking, and you nervously fumble with your hands. Nate notices and takes both of them in his own to calm you down.

“But we only took left?” Colby wonders, looking confused as shit.

“I guarantee you, the big hole is through the little hole, but I don’t want to go through the little hole.” Sam says, letting out a laugh.

Just as his sentence ends, you hear a bang down the small tunnel, making you jump. Nate lets go of your hands and hugs you from behind, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Did you hear that?” Colby says with wide eyes.

“Yeah I heard that too.” Sam confirms.

“If this doesn’t work we’ll just go back the way we came, right?” You ask and you feel Nate nod against your shoulder before letting go of you to go first.

Nate attempts to shuffle through the small tunnel, and as he’s almost at the end, he quickly tries to get back as soon as possible.

“Did you hear that?” He asks, still halfway in the hole.

“Dude, that shook the ground. It sounded like giant rocks falling.”

“That means something collapsed, right?” Sam says.

“Ivan!” Nate yells through the tunnel.

“That’s got to be him, right?”

“Oh! Ivan, what’s up?” Nate says relieved as he pokes his head through the other side of the tunnel.

You let out a breath and Sam laughs. “Oh man, I was scared for a moment.”

Sam’s up next and after he tried to crouch through the whole thing, you start to go, but Colby holds you back.

“Wait, let’s mess with them for a bit.” He says and you grin at the idea. After dimming your flashlights, it didn’t take long for your friends to start calling out for you.

“Colby? Y/N?” You hear Sam’s voice. “Guys, are you coming?”

“Y/N? Please, this is not funny, okay?” Nate shouts and you almost feel bad for him.

“Nate really doesn’t give a shit about me.” Colby whispers, laughing, and you snort before covering your mouth to stifle the sound.

“Should I go check?” Ivan says, his voice muffled by the rock between you.

“Nah, we’re just messing with you.” Colby says, turning on the flashlight and you hear the others starting to laugh.

Once you got through, Nate places his hands on your hips and pouts. “Don’t do that to me, okay?”

You put your hands on his shoulders, looking into his adorable puppy eyes. “Aww, I’m sorry. A kiss to make it up?” You ask, eyeing his lips.

He grins and connects your lips, lightly squeezing your hips. Your hands make your way up to his hair and you forget where you are as that glorious tongue-

“They’re definitely dying here together.” Sam says and you notice his voice sounds a little too far away.

You pull away from Nate to see that the others had already started to move further down the catacombs.

“Forever lost in eternal love. It’s a good headline.” Colby snickers, looking at the two of you.

You shake your head at your friends before looking back at Nate who had the most adorable expression on his face.

“So it’s totally the hat, right?” You say, smirking. Nate usually wouldn’t let himself go this far when his friends where near.

“Yeah,”, he breathes, “it makes you look really fricking hot.”

--- time skip to the rituals lmao ---

“We are here, us four, all the way from the United States, to talk to any sort of spirit down here.” Sam says.

You were all set up, equipment scattered through the room and candles on the table in front of you. Not to mention the burning goat heads on the walls that made this place look even creepier.

“We don’t mean any harm or disrespect, we just want to hear your story.” You try.

“Woah, look!” Sam exclaims, pointing to the thermal camera that Nate is holding. “That just shut down!”

“And it has like no automatic shut down, right?” Colby asks.

“Yeah, after what happened at the conjuring house I checked, and it didn’t.”

“If anyone is down here, could you maybe try to communicate with us using one of these devices?” Nate asks. “You can come up to them and touch them, to let us know you’re here.”

After getting no response, you tried again with Ivan translating, but that didn’t seem to work either. You decided to move on after about thirty minutes, but then one of the candles from the goat heads fell down.

“Woah, holy fuck!” Sam shouts, walking over to where the candle fell. Just then, another one in the back of the room tumbled down.

“Look! That one as well!” You say, both scared and excited that something was finally happening.

“What?”

“Dude, two candles just went down, it was like the devil just winked at us.” Sam says.

Almost immediately after Sam said that, a cloak that hung on the wall fell down too, right next to Nate.

“Did you just hit that off?” Sam asks, pointing at the cloak.

“No, it just fell down right next to me!” Nate says with wide eyes.

“Nothing has ever happened before you, so maybe we should just go.” Ivan says from the side of the room, his eyes going between the cloak and the music box going off every now and then.

“Bro, it smell horrible in here.” Colby says.

“Honestly, let’s just get out of here.” You say, now definitely on edge.

“Yeah, if Ivan wants to get out, so do I.” Sam agrees, but another candle falls down.

As Sam and Colby are shouting about it, you grasp Nate’s hand and he squeezes back, just as scared as you are.

“Alright, I’m done.” Ivan says, and everyone agrees to get out of the tunnels.

After the fifteen-minute walk all the way back, you are finally able to breath in fresh air again. You close your eyes as the sun warms your skin, and Nate swears you had never looked more beautiful. The afternoon sun makes your hair look like it’s glowing and a peaceful expression on your face.

“Dude, you’re whipped.” Colby says with a smile, patting him on the shoulder before getting ready to film the outro to the video.

A smile forms on Nate’s face just by looking at you. “Yeah, I am.”

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no-thoughts-only-soup · 7 months

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To Secure/Risk it all

Chapter 7

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They were running. Running and shooting. Running and shooting while Curt narrated it all.

“Christian shoots the three guards in front of us while Den chucks a knife at the guy coming from the right, and Ivan— SHIT!”

Curt ducked around the corner, bullets blazing past where he’d been a second ago.

Fuck, this was harder than he thought. Then again, usually when he was narrating there was no pressure or incoming danger, much less running around. This was far worse than a regular scenario. Simply narrating the enemies away didn’t work either; turns out that outside interference wasn’t controllable like their made-up mooks they usually sicced on each other. And that meant no Thanos-snapping them away. The only thing he could do was use his power to allow his friends to go on a killing spree.

“Curt? A bit of help here!” Ivan shouted, pointing at another set of guards running towards them.

Pushing aside his thoughts, Curt focused. “Ivan shoots the first guy, he explodes and takes out the rest.”

Ivan did, but then immediately turned around and frowned at Curt. “Wait how? Do the guards here just carry explosives around or something?”

Christian laughed heartily. “We’re literally getting shot at and Ivan’s all like ‘wait that’s not realistic’.”

“Wait, wait! Can I have a bazooka?” Kristine loudly asked.

“Fuck it, sure. Kristine pulls out a bazooka and blasts the guys Ivan shot at; making them explode.”

“YEAAHHHHHHH!” She whooped as a large bazooka materialized in her hands and then took a shot at more guards.

“Now we’re talking.” Den smirked. “Gimme me one next.”

Before he could, though, Den’s eyes widened and she suddenly grabbed his wrist, pulling him around the corner. Christian took down a few more guards and they all started running again.

Damn, he really should’ve let Den narrate. Not only did he continuously have to narrate everything to keep their powers working, but he and Kristine were the only ones with any knowledge of the facility’s layout. And Kristine was too busy playing shooting gallery with the guards. Meaning he was the only one to guide them at the moment.

“Den, uh, mows down the guys in front, Ivan takes — oh god — down the ones from the right. Kristine — shit — blasts behind her—“

Suddenly, Christian and Ivan pushed him down behind a few conveniently placed crates — and bullets rained above them.

“Yo Curt, got a plan?” Christian yelled above the loud noises. “Cuz I doubt we’re gonna make it running around like this!”

Curt hissed as a bullet flew by a bit too close for his liking. “Front gate gotta be packed, but I was hoping to get to the garage anyways. If we can get a truck…”

“Curt, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re getting pinched from all sides here!” Ivan snarkily remarked, arms coiled around his gun. Not that there was an opening to shoot back.

“Kristine, if I focus on keeping us alive, can you guide us to the garage?” Curt asked her, pressing himself down to the ground as the wall behind them slowly started whittling down, showering them with bits of brick, plaster and other kinds of debris. “You also know where the garage is, right?”

Kristine stared blankly at him. “Uhhhhhh…”

“KRISTINE!”

Christian cut between the two of them. “Ok, not to be a party pooper, but even if we do that, we don’t know if they’re guarding that too. We could be walking into an ambush for all we know.”

Curt paused, thought, and sighed. “You’re right. We’ve got no clue on where to go. Ugh, if only one of us could scout ahead, but they’d get shot instantly…”

Suddenly, Den waved her arm, grabbing their attention, all while smiling widely. “Wait, wait! Let me stab Ivan!”

“Den! Now’s not the time!” Ivan protested. “Can you pause your murder hobo tendencies for one second?”

“No, no, I actually have a good reason this time!” Den grinned, waiting in her explanation for Christian and Kristine to finish firing back at the guards when they reloaded, and finally returning to save cover. “If one of us dies in a scenario, they become a ghost, right? So if I kill Ivan, he can go through the walls and scout ahead!”

They all paused, letting the words sink in. And then they fell into a cacophony of agreements.

“Wait, actually…”

“YES! YES!”

“Oh damn, she’s cooking.”

It even swayed Ivan’s stance as he shuffled closer to her. “Alright, not gonna lie, that’s a good argument. Ok, stab me Den. Stab me like one of your French girls.”

And as they all giggled, an idea popped into Curt’s head, and he smiled devilishly.

“Actually, wait.” He interrupted them. “I’ve got a better idea…”

Ivan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Curt grinned, and he could almost see the chill running up Ivan’s spine. “Remember how you saw SCP-096’s — the Shy Guy’s — face? Which triggers him?”

Ivan was silent for a whole 5 seconds, slowly processing what Curt said. Until it clicked.

“Oh wait, OH SHIT!”

“Close your eyes!” Curt yelled at the rest of them as his squeezed his eyes shut. “The Shy Guy bursts through the wall…”

And just as he said, there was a large noise as the wall behind them practically blew up, and Ivan screamed.

Ivan’s gonna kill me later for this. “…And KILLS Ivan!”

His words were followed by an inhuman screech. A second later, a bloodcurdling and sickening crunch of bones being violently broken. Curt could feel a warm liquid splatter onto his face. It tasted like iron.

The noises fell to a brief, chilling silence. Silence that was broken by panicked screaming and shooting a distance away. Another terrifying screech, and just like Curt predicted, the squad of guards that had been firing at them were audibly slaughtered.

But he still kept his eyes closed. He still couldn’t risk it. And he kept them closed as the sounds of the beast slowly started getting farther and farther away.

Ivan’s voice rang out. “You guys can look, it’s gone.”

And while it was an exercise of trust, Curt did indeed open his eyes. And winched upon seeing Ivan’s mangled corpse.

“Damn he really did a number on ya.” Christian offhandedly remarked, though Curt could sense the shock creeping in his voice.

“Yeah, I need to step up my stabbing game after this.” Den noted, eyes wide.

“Wait,” Kristine suddenly piped up “if we all turn into ghosts, why don’t we just kill each other and float out of here?”

Curt winced. He had thought about that option. Ever since he found out about the truth. It seemed like a good idea. But there was an issue…

“We don’t know how the resurrection works exactly. We come back to life, yeah, but what if that means we return to our bodies? If we leave them behind, that just means we’re literally handing ourselves to the foundation.”

Christian groaned. “Aw man, that means we gotta drag Ivan’s corpse around.”

Den chuckled. “He’s literally dead weight.”

They all laughed at that, and although they couldn’t tell because of the sunglasses, they knew Ivan was rolling his eyes at them. “Whatever, not my problem anymore.”

Curt rolled his eyes back at him. “Go scout already.”

And Ivan huffed for a split second before flying through the wall. Curt narrated how they stuffed Ivan’s corpse into a backpack (a pink one with rainbows, of course) which Den volunteered to carry. Curt noted how the weight of a whole body didn’t seem to hinder her, until he reminded himself of the reality warping powers and put it to rest.

The sounds of footsteps suddenly got louder, and they booked it.

It would have been nice if Ivan could warn them ahead, Curt mused. But it was more important to know whether or not there was an escape route.

“Just how big is this place?” Den complained as she turned yet another corner.

“To be honest I never paid any attention to the map.” Kristine confessed. She briefly turned around and shot one of the guards that were chasing after them.

Christian copied her. “Curt?”

“I dunno man,” Curt panted as he tried to work out the best route “I’m starting to think they gave me a false map.”

“And why are there so many guards!?” Kristine yelled as the two she shot were quickly replaced. “Seriously I don’t remember there being this many!”

“Let’s focus on surviving until Ivan returns!” Curt half-yelled, though in the back of his mind, a small voice wondered if they could.

They were suddenly stopped when a broadcast screen lightened up. It showed a bit of static before the screen turned white, with a single black arrow pointing down the hallway.

Curt’s brain broke for a moment, but he didn’t get time to gather himself, as Kristine grabbed his hand and pulled him to that same hallway.

“Wait!” He yelled after her. “Why are we following that?”

“Because they’re helping us, duh!” She yelled back.

Curt pulled his hand from her grasp, but he kept running with the group. “And you’re just gonna trust some random ass monitor!?”

“Well, if it’s the same person who helped us last time, we can trust them, right?” Den pointed out.

“AND WHAT IF THEY AREN’T!?” Curt yelled back. “AM I THE ONLY ONE NOT TRUSTING THIS!?”

But they still ran, and as the last word left Curt’s lips, another monitor lightened up, though this one did not display an arrow. Instead, it showed them a message:

- Curt has the right emotion, find the room that belongs to it.

Beat.

“BITCH IS THERE A DISTRUST ROOM!? ONLY SANE PERSON ROOM!?”

But Christian and Den looked at each other. “Panic room.” They nodded.

And Curt… sighed. “Well, you’re not wrong…”

“Besides,” Christian smirked, “you really think we’re gonna get anywhere with Kristine at the front and Ivan scouting ahead.”

“Hey!”

“Nah, you got a point.” Curt conceded, also realizing everyone was getting tired. “Alright, you know the way Kristine?”

“Yes! I know some things you know!”

And they laughed as they ran, Kristine guiding them. Something tugged in the back of Curt’s mind, but it was to preoccupied by keeping everyone alive to see what it was. Only when they neared the panic room was it that Curt mentally paused, and his eyes widened.

“Guys, wait! We can’t go in! If we do we’ll be trapped like-“

But they already barged inside, dragging Curt with them, Den slamming the door shut the second everyone was in.

“…rats.” Curt sighed.

A ghostly form took their attention, shrugging. “Well, all the exits are packed, so we’re stuck here anyways.” Ivan noted. Although he said it nonchalantly, there was an tense undertone in his voice.

Kristine raised an eyebrow. “You got here quick.”

“Remember the same weirdo from the last SCP shenanigans? They told me to come to the panic room.”

“And they didn’t use a riddle?” Den questioned, until the obvious zinger got her to grin.

Christian beat her to the punch. “Of course not, Ivan wouldn’t have figured that shit out!”

Kristine and Den laughed with Christian, with Ivan pouting at them. Even Curt could feel a chuckle bubbling up from his throat, but the severity of the situation prevented him from laughing outright. They were trapped. At any moment, the foundation, no, Snee and his goons would figure out where they were. They were ripe for picking.

At that moment, just in time to stop him from having another panic attack, one of the computer screens lit up. And before their eyes, words were typed on the screen.

- Good! You’re all here!

“Dude, who even are you?” Ivan asked. “Are you with the foundation or not?”

The computer screen trilled unexpectedly, almost reminiscent of laughter.

- Come on Ivan, I know you’re not the smartest ಥ‿ಥ

The emoji caught Curt off guard, but the person started typing again.

- But did you really forget about me that quickly? (✪㉨✪)

And it hit Curt like a truck.

…No. It’s impossible.

“…Chilly?”

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Note: I don't end chapters based on word count. I end them on how much of punch the cliffhanger is.

#recreyo #curt richy #ivan animated #cypherden #frugal aesthetics #k.fel #recreyo scp #scp recreyo #my writing

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galactic-pirates · 2 months

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For @deathtodickens for the 2024 @b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange

The single shot cracked the air. So close. Myka knew they were in the right place. She charged through the doorway. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Pete fire the Tesla, and the menacing suspect collapse to the ground, but she only had eyes for Helena. Helena who was shivering on the ground, literally blue, with her breath puffing like ice.

“Helena!”

Myka dropped next to her, scooping Helena into her arms. She radiated cold. Even her clothes felt frozen. “Artie!”

“The plank. She needs the plank.”

Pete dove for it - literally - and threw it to her. Myka wrapped Helena’s arms around it but nothing was happening. It wasn’t working!

“You can’t die, you can’t! I still owe you. Remember? Your grappler. Nobody had ever actually swept me off my feet before-“

Despairing Myka choked back a sob. Helena was still so cold. Had she been too late? She was always too late. Her eyes flickered to Artie and Pete who were looking anywhere but at them, doing that typical male shuffling that screamed they were uncomfortable. Well, bully for them, Helena was dying and Myka didn’t care if they were uncomfortable.

“Or swept me off my feet at all.” Myka’s throat bobbed, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “You are infuriating, and charming, and you compel me like no-one else. I love you.”

Helena drew in a shuddering breath. Myka let out a half-cry, half-laugh of relief. Helena’s skin was finally pink, rather than that horrible icy blue. Myka closed her eyes in thanks. When she opened them she saw Pete and her cheeks burned. Awkwardly she moved away from Helena.

*****

The damp cold of an English winter, the sort of chill that got into her bones, was going to feel positively balmy after that experience. Slowly Helena released the plank, ready to scoop it back up and hug it so tight it became part of her if the icy fingers slipped over her again. They didn’t so Helena got to her feet, putting her on equal ground with the two Warehouse agents and… Myka.

Myka who had listened and cared, who had trusted her abilities to save Claudia - had trusted her. Myka was intelligent, and well-read, and strong and more of an equal than Helena had ever known. Myka who was like nobody she had ever met. Myka who had just said ‘I love you’. A sentiment she had inspired a time or two in a paramour, and always seen as a sign to cut ties. But she hadn’t even kissed Myka yet, that was no lust-addled confession it was… Helena peered over at Myka who was suddenly finding her shoes fascinating.

“You told me you loved me.”

“I… I…” Myka stuttered. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Yes.”

"While you thought I was dying in your arms."

“Yes”

"Well, I’m still alive. Care to repeat that?"

Myka’s mouth fell open, her eyes widened.

“Although I suppose we could start with a date and see where the evening takes us.” Helena winked, and Myka’s blush somehow deepened. Helena turned and raised an eyebrow at Artie. “What, no sarcastic comments?”

He shrugged. “You did just save my life.” His eyes flickered to Myka. “The Regents will decide what to do with you.” He pressed his lips together. “I’ll need to make arrangements for our Russian friend, and for shipping all these artifacts back to the Warehouse.”

Artie took two steps to the door and then turned. He held out his hand in mute demand. Pete stared at him for a moment before scrambling to give Artie his bag. Pete then dithered before producing a set of cuffs, and hauling Helena’s groggy would-be murderer to his feet.

“Hey, Myk’s-“

“Not now Pete.”

“Yup.” Pete frogmarched Ivan out.

Then it was just the two of them and Artie’s parting shot of the looming threat of the Regents. Still Helena had planned for this. Well not this but a return to the Warehouse. It was a roll of the dice but she was confident they wouldn’t bronze her again, or at least that wasn’t a possibility she had seriously considered. Rebronzing would mean failure, and she couldn’t fail, the plan was all she had left.

Helena swallowed, thinking of Warehouse 2 slumbering under the sand, and of her darling Christina, her shell contained in a much too tiny iron box with a very special handle attached. Then she looked at Myka. Correction, all she had thought she had left.

Perhaps it was time for a new plan. The old plan had never expected Myka Bering. Yes, a new plan, and maybe even a new goal. That better world she had lost hope in ever seeing? Would likely not be found at the tip of a trident.

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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ooh ooh! could i maybe ask for the allies's reactions to being told "you're lucky you're cute" by gn reader? 👉👈👀

Telling Alfred F.Jones, Arthur Kirkland, Francis Bonnefoy, Yao Wang and Ivan Braginsky "You're Lucky You're Cute" By Their S/O

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Hey there Anon! Thank you for your Request, this is actually another cute ask and I really love it because I can imagine all of the Allies reaction when their S/O teasing them like this. Anyway, I hope you like the final result!

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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Alfred F. Jones

Knowing Alfred F. Jones, I know this American boy is going to get very dramatic but not to the point it's annoying. It's just he's very flustered and he is trying to act like he's not blushing at your words.

He would look away when you told him that he is cute, and try to distract you by saying that he saw something behind you before he tries to hide his red face.

I mean Alfred is a huge simp to you and hearing you that you say that "You're lucky you're cute." You can see the tip of his ears getting red as his cheeks also get red.

I can see Alfred also tries to compliment you back but it turns out hilarious and you were laughing. Even though he acts like someone who is super confident, he is awful at receiving compliments since most countries always insult him.

Unlike Arthur who won't admit that he can be cute. He would smile after he was over with his embarrassment, and he would say "HAHAHAHA! OF COURSE, I CAN BE CUTE BUT MY SIDEKICK IS CUTER!"

Get ready after he says that because his arms going to be open wide before he tackles you to the ground, not knowing that he accidentally suffocates you with his tackle hug.

After giving you a tackle hug, Alfred is going to shower your face with kisses and your face is going to be full of his slobber. Overall, he's just going to be like a big puppy around you after he was done with his embarrassment.

When he sees you blush after all of those affections from him, he would laugh and pinch your cheeks back. You and him are just like a war of who can fluster each other more.

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Sitting across from the dirty blonde haired male, your eyes keep glancing at the comic book that covered half of your face and Alfred who is busy stuffing his mouth with the cheeseburgers. It wasn't much of a surprise for you that you see a stack of burgers on top of his tray as many customers inside the Mcdonald's are looking at him as if he has another head.

On the other side of the tray, he has a large glass of Pepsi with a large version of french fries. This is a normal sight for you but you do wish that he wouldn't make a mess while he was eating. No, you don't mean anything insulting by that but sometimes the grease of the junk food would be hard to be removed when it soils your comic books.

Focusing on the book once again, there was a loud crunching sound and an oily sensation began invading the corner bottom of your book. Your eyes widened to see a stain as you carefully close your comic book. Taking a deep breath, you put the comic book away to see Alfred already giving two of his cheeseburger, looking at you with puppy eyes and puffy cheeks.

"I'm really sorry dude/dudette. I didn't mean to stain your book," he spoke.

"Fine, I forgive you. You're lucky you're cute," you roll your eyes.

The tip of his ears turns red as his eyes shift away after you call him cute, "Y-yeah. I-i promise I will buy you a new comic book," he smiles sheepishly as his hand scratches the back of his head, trying to ease his embarrassment.

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Arthur Kirkland

A huge tsundere, I hope good luck for you if you are his S/O because you need to handle these kinds of traits from him. I mean, I admit he is cute he would be so stubborn and keep rejecting you when you said "You're lucky you're cute" playfully.

I can see him scolding you when you told him that he is 'cute' and the same as Alfred, the tip of his ears goes angry red while his eyes are looking away from you.

Not only the tip of his ears but also his cheeks go red or slightly pinkish after you tease him that he looks cute while he was trying to reject the idea that 'He's cute'.

If try to hug him and keep teasing him, saying that he's lucky because he is cute. He's going to be super embarrassed but with a mix of agitation as he pushes you away but not too hard until you fall off. Just hard enough to give you and him a bit of distance and he curses you.

England also going to complain about you teasing him to his mythical friends, especially to choco mint bunny, his fairies, pixies and unicorns. They are going to be his free psychiatrist.

However, if you can throw his tsundere tendencies aside. Arthur also can be a huge tease but this is only if he is getting over his embarrassment.

He would call you some cute classical English pet names, such as 'darling', 'duckling' or 'dear' just to try to fluster you back after you called him cute.

Afterwards, he would hold one of your hands with a smirk stretched to the corner of his cheeks before he gently kisses the back of your hand and calls you cute.

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Looking out of the window, a sigh escapes from your mouth with a book and papers laying on top of your lap. You don't have a gut to tell the male in front of you but you are bored. He hasn't given any attention to you at all as his eyes are focusing on the novel book in his hands. It was as if he doesn't care about you at all but you know that is not true.

Pouting and glaring at him, you began to place the book and the papers on your lap away. Even the sound of the book slammed into the table did not faze the British man across from you. You don't want to sound as if you are ungrateful for having Arthur as your boyfriend but sometimes he just pays attention more to his fantasy and old English novels.

"Arthur...darling I am bored," you pout.

"I know you are bored, but not now. At the most fun part of this story, I am reading," Arthur flips another page of his book.

"You're lucky you are cute, Arthur, "You tease the British man.

He was silent for a moment as if he did not hear your words but then his cheeks goes red and his eyes goes a little bit wider than before. Arthur definitely heard your words, especially when he hears you calling him cute. "C-cute?! O-Oi! I am not cute like what you said to me!" he stutters.

Seeing him all red and stuttering, you could not help but giggle a little bit seeing him all embarrassed and trying to deny that he's adorable. Just to fluster the poor gentleman, your head laid on top of his shoulder and pecked his cheeks gently as the light touch of your lips made contact against his soft ivory skin tone.

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Francis Bonnefoy

Francis is one of the most unpredictable characters, even though he is flirty. Not many people can really guess his exact reaction because there would be many reactions he would give.

One of the reactions that he would give to you when you told him 'You're lucky you're cute. He would laugh, flattered, and told you " I know I am adorable, mon amour," as he flip his hair playfully.

That is when you and he had a playful banter together with him as he would also throw another flirty joke to you, just trying to make you laugh and blush.

Another reaction would be a mixture of him trying to flirt with you back but he is trying to disagree with you that he is cute while he telling you that you are cuter than him.

That is when he genuinely wants to compliment you. He doesn't mean anything behind it, he just wants to flatter you and admit that you look better even though you look like a mess (like you just woke up after your slumber).

I know many people see him as a creep and maybe in some of the Hetalia episodes, he was shown that he's naked a lot. However, I cannot see him complimenting you as his s/o but in a creepy way. Instead, it would be romantic and genuine.

While doing that, his hands would gently caress the back of your head, touching the tip of your hair or caressing your cheeks with the pad of his thumb gently, trying to show his love for you.

As he does that, he would smile at you genuinely and you almost cannot see it but his cheeks would be tinted a little bit pink. he was a little bit embarrassed but he can cover it very quickly.

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The light of the sun shines through the glass as your eyes wander on the pedestrians. Many people wondering on the street of Paris as they are enjoying their day shopping together with their beloved one or sight seeing the Eiffel tower. Including you who are on a date together with your boyfriend Francis.

Together the two of you hold hands and sightseeing on the street where there are many tiny shops that catch your eyes. A small shop with a vintage design catches your eyes, Francis immediately notices you were looking at the antique shop, "Mon trésor (my treasure), you wanna see what's inside that shop?" the French man asks you.

"Ah, yes. Can we go inside and look around, I wanna look at the framed art inside of the shop," you told him.

"Of course, Mon ange (My angel). Let's go inside and see," he drags one of your hands.

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Across your eyes, a beautiful art displayed with a picture of a lady hand holding with her partner as the two of them staring at each other with a smile on their face as they are standing near a lake behind the oak tree. It reminds you of your relationship together with Francis.

" Mon ange (My angel), do you want that picture?" He asks.

"Yeah, I wanna buy-" You were cut off by Francis as you were going to take your purse out.

"No need, I already bought it for you," he put your hands away from your purse.

"WHAT- WHY? You know that framed art is expensive!" You complained.

" I know but I love you and I want to spoil you, Mon trésor." He holds both of your hands.

" You're lucky you're cute even though you are annoying," you sigh.

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Yao Wang

Yao Wang is also low key tsundere but not as hardcore as England where England would go turn red and curse out at you for calling him cute.

Yao Wang would just gonna deny to you that he looks adorable even though he does adore adorable things (such as hello kitty and other cute plushies.)

He would also whine and complain to you, telling you that he is not cute and he is already an old man since it's canon that he is 4.000 years old.

"Aiyaaah (Y/N)! I am far away from cute-aru. You are the lucky and the cute one!" he would def try to say that you are cuter than him, and would compare you the same as his panda.

After you said 'you're lucky you are cute to him," he would blush very madly and he would try to hide his blushing face by covering his face with his panda or his plushie.

Another reaction of him when you call him cute, he would chuckle nervously while scratching the back of his head as his cheeks were tinted red a little bit, he's a bit embarrassed.

As he was like that, he would try to deny to you that he looks cute because he's an old man. An old man is not cute (although this reaction from him also adorable).

Or he would try to distract you by giving you his panda to cuddle and after you cuddle the panda. He would already escape, he already disappeared from your sight.

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You wanna ask yourself how did you get into this kind of a mess, surrounded by many pandas as panda cubs are surrounding you either they are clinging to your pants or chirping, calling for anyone to give them some kind of attention. Of course, you do not mind this kind of cuteness, it feels like heaven as you're surrounded by panda cubs.

As you pick the Panda that was clinging onto your pants, you began searching for your boyfriend who was beside you a few seconds ago. You had to admit, it was kind of your fault because you told him "You're cute, Yao," and his face turns red afterwards, like a tomato as his eyes widened and his lips trembled.

Suddenly Yao Wang shoves the panda from his basket into your hands. As you pick the tiny panda into your hands carefully, he was gone in a second as you lower the little creature on your hand. You were stunned by the sudden disappearance of your boyfriend, it cannot be helped, to be honest, He is a low key tsundere but not as bad as England.

Massaging the bridge of your nose, you began walking around the garden that he own behind his house where there was a koi pond in the middle and searching for your Chinese Boyfriend who was flustered to death by you. "Yao!! Where are you??? You don't need to hide!" You call him.

"GO AWAY! YOU ARE SO ANNOYING - ARU!!" He says.

His immediate answer made you chuckle before you walk up to his hiding spot, finding him hiding behind a giant tree. Seeing you suddenly appear on his side made him yelp in surprise, falling on his bottom as he rub his butt to ease the aching pain, "Aiyaaah, don't do that. You almost made me fall and broke my tailbone," he whines.

"Hehe. Sorry, Yao. I was searching for you for a whole time but I didn't find you anywhere....You're lucky you are cute, or I would scold you for hiding from me," you shake your head and smile at him.

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Ivan Braginsky

Ivan Braginsky is a giant teddy so I can see him getting all flustered when you called him cute, especially if you are his S/O . His cheeks would be tinted red.

Even though he was blushing, he would not tell you but he was actually happy and felt loved when you said, "You're lucky you're cute' by you.

"Aww miliy/milaya (Darling), thank you for calling me cute but I feel like you are cuter than me." He would try to compliment you back if you call him cute.

As he says that, Ivan is going to place his scarf around your neck to give some warmth to your neck. Of course, he only does this since you are his s/o, he won't do it to other people.

Other than placing his scarf around your neck gently, he would gently pull you closer to his body before he puts you on top of his lap, placing his head on top of your head and cuddling you.

Ivan would also gently kiss the top of your head or your temple to show how much he loves you. All of these affections would fluster you to death, especially when he is in a cuddly mode.

However, all of these affections that he showers you are actually a trick by him and trying to distract you so you wouldn't fluster him to death.

He's just super embarrassed and feels very flattered but he is not going to tell it right in front of your face. By showing more affection, he knows you couldn't fluster him more since you are distracted.

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Sounds of fire crackling from the fireplace soothing you and your boyfriend, Ivan Braginsky. Today is just the day where he is free from world meetings with other countries while your manager let you go home early because you have done all of your tasks a few days ago and for your hard work.

Glancing at Ivan, his eyes were focusing on the knitted scarf on his hands. It wasn't much of a surprise for you that you see him knitting, knitting is one of the most calming hobbies and he enjoys calming activities. He was smiling as he watch every string inserted to other stings and create a beautiful pattern.

"Hey miliy (darling), you're lucky you are cute," You smile, teasing him and trying to see his reaction.

In the mid of his activity, his hands immediately freeze as his eyes a little bit widened and his cheeks were getting red underneath his pink scarf but it was gone in a second as his eyes look at you. Ivan closes his eyes, smiling innocently at you, "SUnflower, could you come a bit closer?" He asks.

Raising your eyebrows, you stood up and trudged up to him but once you stand in front of him. His enormous hands suddenly wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his lap as he put his head on top of your head.

"Don't tease me like that, sunflower~" he teases back

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i-like-anything-water · 4 months

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I thought about rehashing one of my prior Chloenette ideas. Basically, Miraculous Canon, but Marinette and Chloe have been dating for at least two years by the time canon starts. Their personalities are exactly the same as at the start of canon, but with the one change being that they are a couple.

Origins starts with Marinette taking her seat in Ms. Bustier's class, when she sees Chloe marching over, sighs, and braces herself... when Chloe cheerfully jumps into her arms, smothering her face in kisses, and begins talking about how eager she is for Marinette to FINALLY meet her old friend Adrien. Sabrina sits next to them, and mentions that Chloe has been blowing up Adrien's email and texts for months trying to get him to come to school, with Marinette taking notice of just how nervous Chloe is... and offers to move to a different seat for the year so that she can spend that time catching up with Adrien. When Chloe naturally protests the idea of having her girlfriend sit somewhere else, Marinette shuts her up with a kiss and moves back a couple rows.

Soon, Alya walks in and asks Marinette if the seat next to her is taken, with Marinette replying it's not. When she sits down, she catches the sight of Chloe staring at her out of the corner of her eye. When she mentions the look the blonde girl gave her to Marinette, Mari responds that Chloe's harmless, before giving a silly story about some of Chloe's more tame antics in the past. As the two share a laugh and talk about their respective passions, Chloe begins to slowly carve gouges into her desk with her nails at the sight of some OTHER girl trying to make moves on HER Marinette. Adrien... failing to show up just makes her mood worsen.

Later, after Ivan storms off to the Principal's office after threatening Kim due to his needling, Marinette introduces her new friend to her girlfriend. Alya's all for becoming friends with Chloe... who sadly doesn't reciprocate, giving a chillingly fake smile before asking Marinette if she'd go get something from her locker. After Mari walks off, Chloe bluntly asks Alya what she'll have to pay her so that she never talks to Marinette ever again. After a moment of confusion, Alya angrily demands to know what the blonde's problem is, with Chloe firing back that she "has Alya's number," and knows that she's just another leech looking to take advantage of Marinette's exceptional nature, and if bribing her means that her sweet girlfriend doesn't have to taint herself with a loser parasite like Alya, then she'll pay it everytime.

Just as Alya is about to start screaming at the insufferable blonde, Marinette shows up, asking what's going on, with Chloe's cruel smugness fading away to a loving smile as she cheerfully lies about how she and Alya were "setting some boundaries, right Alya?" Alya, torn between calling Chloe on her BS or keeping Marinette from being hurt by their fight, takes a glance at the loving smile the duo share... and crumbles, going along with Chloe's deception. At that point, Ms. Bustier takes role call, and Stoneheart breaks through the door.

(My reasoning is that, if Marinette is able to overlook Chat Noir and Adrien's personality flaws with her respective crushes on them in canon, she's just as capable of not realizing just how utterly obnoxious her girlfriend is to everyone but herself in this AU. What do you think?)

is a ship really a ship if some people don't think it's toxic? xD I'm all here for slightly toxic but in an obsessive way chloenette! That's just how they are sometimes (most times lol) but it just adds the charm.

If I had watched only season 1 and maybe bits of season 2 is definitely think Chloe and Mari had something going on because the tension those two have in and out of suits is just really gay. Chloé 'I can't seem to stop getting into her personal space but not because she's pretty!' Bourgeois and Marinette 'I know she's mean and a bitch but maybe her prettiness somehow seeped a bit into her heart?' Dupain-Cheng xD.

If Miraculous just had Marinette flirt with girls it would definitely be more interesting and the love story probably won't be as redundant. But that's just me. The only straight ship I like in MLB is probably.... *blanks* uhh, Adrien or Luka with a female character that isn't Marinette, Chloé or Kagami (i hc her as lesbian with comphet).

I like this idea though! For giggles and maybe a bit of non explicit smut (depends on the ratings and timeline of course) and just fluffy tension. I love mean and obsessive girlfriends.

#asks #chloenette

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Strange Love Pt. 5

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem! Healer! Reader

Summary: The winter fete has arrived and you can't help but be a little nervous. Aleksander manages to quell your nerves until you finally get there. Turns out, you had good reason to be worried.

Warnings: Description of a panic attack

Word Count: 3.2k

Part 4 < Current > Part 6

The day of the winter fete has arrived, and to say you’re nervous would be an understatement. You’ve always wondered what it would be like to attend, but it always seemed like one of those dreams that was fun to fantasize about because it was guaranteed to never come true. Now that it’s your reality, you can’t help but feel a little anxious.

“Nervous?” Aleksander asks as he shrugs on his kefta, pulling you from your thoughts.

You huff a short puff of laughter as you start with the buttons on your own kefta, “A little.”

He turns you around by your waist and pushes your hands away, doing up your buttons for you while you continue talking, “I’ve only been to a handful of parties over the years, and they were never anything this large or extravagant. I guess I’m worried about how many people there are going to be.”

“It gets crowded, but I’m certain you’ll enjoy yourself.” He assures, running his hands down your waist to smooth out any wrinkles.

“Do you enjoy it?” He hesitates before smiling rather sheepishly.

“The food is delicious.”

You snort at that, “I assume you aren’t one for crowds either?”

He makes a sound of indifference as he fusses over your collar.

“I don’t hate them.” He states, brushing his hands over your shoulders until you take his wrists, allowing you to drop them between the two of you to hold his hands.

“Should I be worried?” You ask softly, clarifying when you see the confusion suffused in his expression, “About the king, I mean.”

He seems to consider your worry for a moment before shaking his head, “He won’t have any reason to suspect you.” When you hum and stare down at your entwined hands, he pulls one away to cup your cheek and tilt your face up to look you in the eye, “You have nothing to fear, milaya. I promise.”

“I believe you.” He smiles, pressing his lips to your forehead before leaning down to peck your lips once, twice, three times before you push him away, giggling, “We’re going to be late.”

He hums and pulls you flush against him by your waist, silencing your squeak of surprise with yet another kiss, smiling and chuckling into it when he feels you thread your fingers in the hairs at the base of his skull to pull him closer. There’s a small voice in the back of your head that eggs you on – it’ll be fine if you’re a little late, nobody will notice – But you silence it, reluctantly pulling away from him and tugging lightly at his hair when he attempts to chase you, “Aleksander.”

“Y/n.” He mimics the stern tone of your voice and laughs when you scoff and swat at his chest, “I’m only teasing, lapushka.”

You huff but can’t help the smile that creeps up on your face, “We really need to get going.”

He glances at the clock on his dresser and lets you go, finally relenting with a sigh, “I suppose you’re right.”

“As always.” You tease as you walk away, grinning puckishly at him before you disappear around the corner.

He follows you out the door into the hall – empty save for Ivan standing at his post – and leans down to whisper in your ear as you walk, squeezing at your waist playfully, “Cheeky little thing.”

You laugh and let him lead you through the halls.

You can’t help but marvel at the palace as you go. It’s beautifully decorated, and the scent of a wide variety of delicious food floods your nose. As you pass by a set of stairs, you spot a silk dancer performing in the middle and can’t help but stare.

When you enter the ballroom, it’s crowded just as Aleksander said it would be, nobles from all over nursing fancy glasses of kvas and gossiping about who knows what.

You spot the king and queen sitting in their thrones and tense. There’s nothing to fear, you know that, but it’s still nerve racking. Aleksander pulls you from your thoughts.

“May I have this dance?” He asks, coming to stand in front of you and offering you his hand.

“Oh, erm…” Your face flushes and you glance down at the floor, “I don’t know how.”

“That’s alright. We’ll go slow.” Carefully, he takes your hand, watching you stare down at your feet, “When I step forward,” He takes a careful step forward and you step back just in time to match him. He smiles, “You step back. See? You’re a natural. Just follow my lead.”

You stumble a few times but you quickly fall into a steady rhythm, counting your steps to the music in your head while Aleksander leads you across the dance floor. You’re half way through counting your sixth one, two, three when he speaks up again, “You look like you’re trying to solve the meaning of life.”

“I’m trying not to step on your toes.” He laughs at that, nosing at your forehead subtly to soften the crease between your brows.

“Relax, milaya. I’ve got you.” You shoot him a skeptical glance but stop counting nonetheless, letting him guide you through the movements. With your focus no longer on counting, you notice that he’s been staring at you the entire time.

“Enjoying the view, General?” You grin and he chuckles.

“Very much so, yes.” He leans down and his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, “You look gorgeous.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m wearing your colour”

“While that is part of it,” He pulls back to look at you properly and there’s something intense in his gaze that has your stomach doing flips, “The rest is all you, darling.”

He pulls away to twirl you once and as he pulls you back to him, you catch a flash of blue near the king’s throne in your peripherals. It has an unusual and unsettling sense of dread twisting up your stomach and when you crane your neck to see more, you spot Zoya speaking to the king.

Your heart sinks.

Aleksander opens his mouth to ask what’s wrong but when he follows your gaze, the question dies in his throat. You’ve stopped dancing now, the people around you and the sound of their clapping for the musicians fading into the background as you watch the King seek you out in the crowd. When he spots you, he scowls, leaning over to whisper to one of his guards. The man sets his sights on you.

“Aleksander.” You half whisper, half whimper and he tightens his grip on your waist, turning you and leading you toward the exit.

“Stay calm.” He whispers in your ear, weaving through the crowded hallway in a zigzag pattern in an attempt to lose the guard. You spot two more guards headed towards you and hang a sharp left down a blocked off section of the palace, catching Aleksander off guard, “What are you—?”

“Trust me.” You whisper, speeding up to a jog as you turn right down another hallway, keeping a firm grip on his wrist. You can hear their heartbeats, there’s four of them now. They’ll turn down this hall any second. You spot a door to your right and clock it as one of the storage closets you’d found when you were planning your escape. Throwing open the door, you practically shove Aleksander inside before squeezing in next to him, shutting the closet just as the guards round the corner.

The space is so cramped that the two of you are chest to chest, the only sound between the two of you being your ragged breathing. A sound you attempt to muffle by clamping a hand over your mouth. When they pass by the door, you go rigid, eyes screwed shut as you send up a silent prayer to the saints. You don’t notice you’re holding your breath until Aleksander removes your hand from your mouth, whispering a soft but urgent, “Breathe.”

You breathe out sharply and take a deep, shuddering breath, the both the sudden loss and intake of oxygen making you woozy. He steadies you by your waist and you grip the front of his kefta like a lifeline, resting your forehead against his chest as you force yourself to control your breathing. He smooths a hand up and down your spine until you pull back, finding his worried face in the dark.

“They’re gone.”

“You’re sure?” He watches you close your eyes and subconsciously angle your head toward the door. The first thing that draws your attention is him. With the proximity, you can sense just about everything going on in his body right now. You let your awareness of him settle into the background and strain your ears to search a little further. There’s a monotonous, far off thrumming of heartbeats in the direction of the party, but aside from that, nothing.

When you open your eyes, you find him staring, “I’m sure.”

He nods, peeking his head out the door to check just in case before sliding out from beside you, opening the door a little wider to let you out, “We aren’t far from the war room.”

“How will we get there? The halls are full of people.”

“I know a way. Come.” He takes your hand and begins leading you down the hall in the opposite direction that the guards went.

Eventually, you reach the library. He leads you through the aisles of bookcases before stopping before one that sits against a wall. Running his fingertips over a few different books, he stops at one with a dark green cover, hooking the tip of his index finger over the lip and pulling at it.

There’s a click, and suddenly the small sliver of the bookcase swings open to reveal a dark, dank tunnel. With your anxiety already at an all time high, the thought of traversing through a tunnel in pitch black darkness has tears pricking your eyes.

“Please tell me you have a light.”

He catches the fear in your voice and glances around quickly, spotting a lit oil lamp hanging over one of the desks. He plucks it off the wall and hands it to you, setting a hand on your waist to usher you inside before shutting the bookcase behind you. You do your best to hold it still, but in your trembling hands, the metal shakes, edges clanking rapidly as if it were vibrating as the candle flickers.

“Perhaps I should hold onto this.” Carefully, he takes the lamp back from you and gently guides you through the tunnel, shadows pressing against your side attentively when you come a little too close to tripping over the uneven ground. The tunnels are more like a maze with winding turns and forks in the path. You wonder briefly what they’re for, but that thought is quickly swallowed by the growing amount of ‘what if’s’ swirling around your head.

By the time he opens the door to the war room, you’re thoroughly panicked, breaths puffing quickly out your nose in an pathetic attempt at pretending to be calm. As he’s closing the secret passage, you shuffle a little further into the room, your back to him. When he turns around, he can see the swift but subtle rise and fall of your shoulders and realises what’s happening immediately.

Before he has a chance to comfort you, there’s an urgent knock on the door that has your heart clawing its way up your throat. Staring at it as if you could will the person to leave, you utter a shaky, high pitched, “Sasha.”

It slips past your lips by accident but neither of you have time to dwell on it. Instead, he urges you into his bedroom, having you stand in the corner just beyond the edge of the window curtains.

“Don’t move.”

“They’re going to see me!”

“They won’t so long as you stay still.” The terrified look in your eyes makes his heart clench and he takes your face in his hands, “As long as I’m here, no harm will come to you. I promise.”

You nod and he nods back at you, pecking your forehead before rushing off to the door.

As you listen to him speak to whoever was knocking, the shadows around you begin to lengthen, enveloping your corner of the room in darkness. Where you would have been scared, Aleksander’s shadows feel different from regular darkness. There’s an invisible sort of pressure as they wrap around your form and press against your skin. It feels as though it’s an attempt at soothing you while he’s occupied with who you assume is a guard.

“This won’t take long.”

When the guard enters the room your breath catches in your chest and it takes the entirety of your willpower to stay put. He inspects the room painfully slowly, taking his sweet time checking every corner. When he starts heading in your direction, you have to slow your heart rate in fear that it may burst in your chest. His face is uncomfortably close to yours as he scrutinises what he thinks is a dark corner. Just as he’s about to reach out, Aleksander clears his throat.

“If you’re quite satisfied, I’d like to return to my work.” The guard whips around to face Aleksander and nods, though he still looks rather suspicious.

When he’s finally gone, you release the breath you were holding and slide down the wall to the floor, not trusting your legs to hold your weight. Your breathing is shallow and ragged and no matter how many times you attempt to suck in a deep breath, there’s never enough air.

When Aleksander returns, he calls your name oh so softly to avoid startling you, but you flinch anyway, head snapping up to look at him. You’re holding your hands close to your chest and you’re so tense your shoulders are nearly scrunched to your ears.

“S–Sorry,” You squeeze your eyes shut and hide your face in your hands, blowing all the air out of your lungs in a forceful huff. You can’t hyperventilate if you just stop breathing.

“You have nothing to apologise for.” His tone is careful and even as he slowly moves to kneel before you, “You’re having a panic attack.”

Is that what this is?

When you don’t respond, he realises you’re holding your breath again.

“Y/n,” You peek over your fingertips at him, “Breathe.”

You suck in a shuddering gasp and hold it for a moment before letting it out, but you still can’t seem to get enough air into your lungs, and there’s this persistent, prickly feeling under your skin that makes you squirm and shake your hands out in an attempt to rid yourself of the excess energy, “It’s- It’s like there’s not enough air.”

There’s never enough air.

The tears that pricked your eyes earlier return tenfold, wetting your lashes and trickling down your cheeks.

“Can I touch you?” You’re a little confused by the question but nod nonetheless. Slowly, he helps you to your feet. The room tilts to one side and it’s then that you feel his arm wrapped firmly around your waist as he walks you somewhere slowly. When you open your eyes again, he’s guiding you to sit down on the edge of his bed. He watches you slide up to press your back to his headboard, gaze flitting behind him to check the doorway as if someone was going to pop out and murder you where you sit.

Slowly, he sits down in front of you and offers you his hands. Shakily, you take them, and he squeezes them firmly for a few seconds before releasing his grip for the same amount of time, repeating that pattern over and over again.

“Can you feel me squeezing?” He asks and you nod, hiccuping and glancing behind him again. He leans over a bit to block your view of the door, “Focus on me, milaya. You’re safe. I’m the only one here with you.”

“But– But–.” You huff, unable to get the words out.

Still, he understands.

“How many heartbeats do you hear?”

You close your eyes and attempt to focus, listening hard. You can hear Aleksander's beating clearly in his chest. You can hear him breathing, lungs expanding and shrinking in a steady rhythm. There’s a pleasant, tingling warmth that starts where his hands hold yours and it’s like your awareness of him gets cranked up to a hundred. Suddenly, you’re aware of his ribs expanding in time with his lungs, of the synapses firing in his brain, of the blood flowing through his veins.

He’s still squeezing your hands consistently. You squeeze back weakly once.

Slowly, breathing becomes a little easier, your breaths syncing with his the longer you focus on him. When they finally even out, you’re exhausted, head throbbing and limbs feeling heavy and numb.

“Sorry.” You whisper again and he shakes his head, pulling your hands up to press your knuckles to his lips.

“I already told you, you have nothing to apologise for.” He states, cradling the crown of your head in his palm when you lean forward to drop your forehead onto his shoulder.

Drained and feeling utterly helpless, you let out a choked sob and wipe at your eyes, “What are we going to do?”

There’s a long, dreadful moment of silence as he strokes your hair before he speaks against your temple.

“We’ll figure it out.”

The pit in your stomach sinks further and you shake your head against him. His hands slide over your neck to cup your face, gently guiding you away from his shoulder in order to look at you properly. Thumbing the tears away from your waterline, he speaks ardently, “I swear on all that I hold dear, I will shield you from danger by any means necessary. I will do anything and everything in my power to ensure that you are safe.”

You can still hear his heartbeat. He means it.

You nod, sniffling and blinking away your residual tears. He pecks your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips before resting his forehead against yours, thumbs stroking your cheeks lovingly, “Rest. I’ll take care of everything.”

“Okay.” Your voice is small as he reluctantly pulls away to grab some clothes from his wardrobe. Standing up on shaky legs, you slip off the outer layer of your kefta and trade with Aleksander, taking the black night shirt from him as he hangs up your kefta. He turns around and lets you dress, only turning back around when he hears the ruffle of sheets as you slide under the covers.

As you pull the comforter up over your shoulder, he sits down on the edge of the bed, brushing your hair back from your face.

“I called you Sasha earlier.” You state softly, watching an equally soft smile spread over his lips.

“You did.”

“Is that okay?”

He leans down to press a kiss to your hairline, “More than okay, my love.”

You smile tiredly, sleep tugging at your body. The last thing you’re aware of is the feeling of Aleksander’s fingers carding through your hair before you drift off into a fitful sleep.

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whump-mania · 1 month

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Hello :)

I know it’s been like……..almost a year since I’ve posted here! But I’ve been very busy (I promise I’m not dead!) I’ve also been generally unmotivated with whump stuff lately, so that’s the major reason I haven’t been posting.

However, I did have a little spark of inspiration lately, and I did want to get one little story out. It doesn’t necessarily mean I’m back: I might pop in and out now and again.

Anyways, here’s my one-shot (maybe two-shot) under the cut! Hope you enjoy!

(tw: beating, mugging, blood, very slight homophobia, cursing)

The ring wasn’t all that pretty, Nicky thought. It could be cheap costume jewelry, for all he knew. But apparently, this thing costed a fortune, and that’s why he had it in his hand.

Nicky McAllister had a few bad habits. All of them were to provide for his family, of course—if his little sister Penny and sort-of-friend, sort-of-lover (he had no clue anymore) Ivan counted as family. How else was he supposed to get cash in their situation? Stealing and trading was all that was available for a young man with no other connections in this city.

Nicky threw the ring up in the air and caught it a couple of times in his hand. The gem was bright red, probably a ruby (he didn’t know, nor care), and the band was a matte gold. The one thing that interested him about the tiny thing was the engravings around the inside of the band. Little vines with leaves and thorns. He wondered about the ring’s possible history absentmindedly as he strolled to the agreed-upon meeting spot. Soon, that little ring would be exchanged for a wad of money. Enough to feed himself, Penny, and Ivan for a month. He needed this.

Nicky stopped at a corner in the alley, reaching into his pocket to examine the crumpled up sheet of notebook paper once again. He was in the right place, that was for sure—the alley on fifth street in the abandoned town next to the city—but no one was there. Nicky rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. He waited, staring at the yellow sky, for minutes on end. For how urgent the letter had been about the trade, he didn’t think the buyer would have the nerve to be so—

“Late! I’m late! My bad, kid!” A voice broke through Nicky’s thoughts. He lifted his head to see a man jumping the fence nearby, followed by two other, larger ones. The man, who looked about ten years older than him, didn’t seem at all bothered by his own tardiness—he was carefree as ever, hands stuffed in his pockets as the other two men flanked him.

Nicky shoved the paper back in his pocket. “Took you long enough,” he muttered. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed the other men with him, gesturing to them. “What, you scared of me or something?”

The man laughed. “Nah, just precaution. I don’t believe we’ve met—I’m Marty Hughes.” Marty held his hand out, and Nicky shook it hesitantly. He wanted to get this deal over with, not make a friend.

“…Nicky,” he replied shortly, ending the handshake as soon as necessary. “Anyway, I’ve, uh…” He reached in his pocket, holding the ring, but not removing it just yet. “I’ve got the ring.”

Marty smiled. “And I’ve got your money. Look at that! All the two things we need for a trade.” He held his hand out and one of his bodyguards put a small satchel in his hand. He opened it and revealed a bundle of money.

Nicky’s eyes went wide. A break from stealing and bartering, even if only for a little while, was extremely enticing. Trying to keep neutral and hide his anticipation, he removed the ring from his pocket and held it out.

“Here.” Nicky stepped forward a little, eager to get the trade finished. “I’ll hand it to you, and you give me the money at the same time. Standard practice.”

Marty chuckled. “So serious. Talking like it’s the end of the world or something.” The other men laughed along with him as he shook his head and stepped forward.

Nicky tried not to roll his eyes. For him, not getting this money WAS the end of the world. Biting back his annoyance, he stood across from the older man with the ring.

He expected the trade to go agonizingly slow or straight-up wrong, but surprisingly to Nicky, it went smoothly. Marty handed him the money just as Nicky handed him the ring.

“See? Easy as that. No need to be all worked up, Nick. Pleasure doing business.” Marty patted Nicky on the shoulder a couple of times. Nicky cringed at the gesture, but he brushed it off and began counting his money.

“Yeah. Pleasure,” he muttered. He was just glad to have his money and be out of there.

Except, something was wrong.

Nicky turned around, having counted his money. “Hey,” he announced, stopping Marty and his men. “This isn’t the amount we agreed upon.” He held up the bundle of cash. “This is 250. We agreed on 400.”

Marty, still with his infuriating grin, turned around. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did you go to school? Don’t you know how to count?” He taunted.

“This isn’t a joke!” Nicky yelled, finally fed up with the man. He approached the three again. “You may have the money to fool around like this, but I don’t! I have to feed myself with this!”

“Then 250 should be just fine,” Marty replied calmly. “Look, kid. You seem new to this business. How many trades have you done? Two? Three?”

Nicky didn’t humor the man’s conversation. “Give me my money. I don’t have time for this.”

“This happens all the time!” Marty continued. “Every good barterer knows that whatever the agreed amount is can…slip a little.”

“I’ve been trading for months,” Nicky bit back. “And this has never been an issue. You’re just a crook.”

Marty raised an eyebrow and snorted a laugh. “I’m the crook?” He took the ring from his satchel. “How do I know this isn’t a fake, huh? You’ve been in the business for so long, how do I know you’re not the scammer?”

Nicky stared at the ring in Marty’s hand. A million thoughts and possibilities ran through his head. He could hear Ivan reprimanding him, and Penny egging him on. What consumed him most, however, was his anger. Whatever rationality he had went out of the window.

He swiped the ring from Marty’s hand, shoved it and the money in his pocket, and ran.

Nicky almost tripped as he turned the sharp corners of the alley. He bolted for the streets of the abandoned town, praying he didn’t forget the route out of the alley. He heard three steps of footsteps behind him. He didn’t dare look back.

Nicky faced the fence that led him to the streets and quickly hopped up to climb it. His foot got stuck for just a moment, sending a jolt of panic through his body, but he got it loose and jumped down. He heard the rattling of the others climbing it soon after, followed by the thuds as they hit the ground. Shit—they were faster climbers than him.

Nicky dashed through the streets, heading for the road that would lead him back to the city. At least with more people around, he’d be able to save himself somewhat.

As he ran, he felt something small hit his back. “Ow!” He yelled out, and quickly looked behind him. Marty’s bodyguards had rocks, picked from the cracked asphalt of the street. A jagged piece nearly missed his head. Nicky cursed and kept on running.

Another piece hit his back, then his shoulder, then his neck. They slowed Nicky down, but it didn’t stop him. At least, not until a particularly large chunk of concrete hit the back of his knee. He yelled out and his legs buckled, sending him to the ground.

“Months as a trader, and you pull something like that?” Nicky heard Marty’s voice approaching. He scrambled to get up, but his bodyguards were too quick. They held each of his arms, holding him at eye level with Marty.

“See, rats like you are why I bring backup,” Marty said with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t have taken it if you were a fair trader!” Nicky spat, struggling and pulling against the men. “You’re the rat!”

Marty looked Nicky up and down for a moment, his smile faltering a little. He sighed and decidedly stepped back. “Beat him and take his things,” he ordered.

“Wait—” Nicky had no time to prepare before he was thrown roughly back to the ground. The two larger men began kicking him, leaving no part of his body unharmed. One of them knelt down to use his fists instead. Marty watched, the smile having returned to his face.

When Nicky was bruised and bleeding to Marty’s liking, the men stopped. They handed Marty Nicky’s belongings—the money, the ring, and his wallet. The two men held Nicky up again.

“There’s nothing in there,” Nicky croaked weakly, trying to keep his head up. The sound of blood dripping from his nose sickened him. “Please, my wallet, lemme have it back, t-there’s nothing in there.”

Marty ignored Nicky’s pleas and filed through the pockets of the old leather, finding no money. “Huh. You’re right, you’re dead broke. You really did need this cash, didn’t you?” He kept skimming through until he found a small, grainy photograph. He raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”

“Don’t touch that!” Nicky yelled, as much as he could. “It ain’t yours. Leave it!”

Marty examined the picture. “Well, isn’t this a nice little photo? That one in the middle looks like you…and who’s this pretty little thing?”

“Give it BACK, you maniac!” Nicky wanted the man’s eyes off of Penny. Off of the whole photo. It was his. It was private.

“And this other boy…sure doesn’t look enough like you to be a brother.” Marty smirked and peered up at Nicky.

Nicky swallowed. “He’s my—a friend, he’s a friend, just—just give it back, it’s no use to you!” That photo meant more to him than money. Those two were his world.

“Must be a real good friend to have a picture of him on ya.” Marty chuckled dangerously and stuck the picture back in the wallet. He threw it at Nicky’s chest, and the men dropped him.

Nicky crumpled to the ground, quickly grabbing his wallet and holding it close to him. Before he was able to stand up again, his hair was suddenly grabbed and his head was wrenched up. He only had a moment to see Marty’s face before he punched him back to the ground one more time.

Nicky groaned, holding back tears as he listened to the three men walk off with his money and the ring, laughing to each other at their success. He should have just taken the money, he thought. He’d be going home with nothing. Tasked with stealing some other expensive artifact.

Slowly, he made his way home before dark—as much of a home as it was, anyway. He lived with his family in a small portable shack they’d found in a trashyard. It was shelter enough for them.

He knocked a specific rhythm on the door and waited for the door to open. He heard footsteps quickly approach, and the door opened to reveal his sister, who gasped at the state of him.

“Don’t ask,” Nicky grumbled, pushing past her and collapsing on one of the mattresses.

“Of course I’m gonna ask, idiot!” Penny retorted. “What happened to you?!”

Nicky stared at the ceiling, saying nothing. When he felt himself tearing up again, he sighed and rolled over. “Where’s Ivan?”

“Not important. What happened?” Penny demanded, sitting on the mattress next to him.

Nicky swallowed and tried not to let his voice waver. “I fucked up. They skimped on the cash, I got mad, and I tried to take the ring back.” He sat up and gestured to his beaten face. “This is what I got. They took the money, too.” He slumped back down, ashamed of himself.

Penny looked down at her brother. “We…we’ll be fine. We’ll live,” she told him, trying to stay optimistic. “You stood up for yourself, right? That’s good. You wouldn’t—” She paused to cough. “…Wouldn’t let them cheat you.”

“But they did,” Nicky muttered, his voice muffled by the mattress.

“Well fuck ‘em,” Penny said back, crossing her arms. “I would’ve done the same if they tried scamming me.” She put a hand on Nicky’s shoulder. “We’ll be fine. Ivan’s out trying to get some food.”

Nicky sat back up. “Buying, or stealing?”

Penny looked to the side. “Um…well, we’re broke, so…”

Nicky groaned. “Ivan’s horrible at stealing. Why didn’t you go?”

“He insisted!” Penny threw her arms up. “He thinks I’m still sick. I mean…I am, but I’m well enough to go get food.”

“Whatever…let’s just hope he doesn’t get as banged up as I did.” Nicky lied back down and closed his eyes. He ruminated on his failure, still hating himself for letting the man get away with the money. Someday, he’d get back at him. Until then, he waited for Ivan to get back, coming up with a way to explain his face once again.

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𝐀 𝐒𝐡𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 & 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Pt: One Two | Prince Phillip III x Fem!Reader | Request

WC: 1021

(gif by me)

The team was working in the café, tending to their usual duties. You were on waitress duty and were doing rounds of the café, giving out the plate to the corresponding table. After taking and giving out orders, you returned to the kitchen to give the new orders to Tyler and Koda and receive the prepared ones from Ivan. "Here you go, princess." You smiled at him as he placed the tray on your hands. One of the other new employees turned to you and asked, "Hey, how come Ivan calls you princess, are the two of you dating or something?" As the girl was new, she wasn't aware of the fact you were dating the Prince of Zandar. You shook your head at the new hire. "No, I'm dating someone else, but I'm not actually sure why he calls me princess, really." She just said, 'Okay!' and shrugged it off before walking off to fulfil her chores. As rush hour ended and there were fewer orders to complete, you went up to Ivan. "Hey Ivan, how come you call me princess? You never explained why." You asked curiously. "Ah, yes, I remember why I gave you that name."

~*~*~*~*~

(a year ago)

Ivan had just broken out of Fury's chest, and the team was now gathered around him. Phillip had suddenly appeared and was now standing in the large group with you and the rest of the rangers. As Ivan kneeled and glanced up at the prince, he couldn't help but observe how Phillip looked at you. Ivan also couldn't help but notice how Phillip tried to be close to you at almost all times. From this observation, he assumed that the two of you were already dating. It made sense for him, Phillip stared at you with a lovesick expression, so to assume the two of you were together wasn't nonsensical. When Phillip returned back to Zandar and Ivan and began working at the café alongside you all, he began to call you Princess on a regular basis. You hadn't really noticed it, usually not hearing when he said it, and the others just chalked it up to him being old-fashioned and insistent on chivalry.

~*~*~*~*~

(9 months ago)

After a week or so of you and Phillip dating, you decided it was time to tell the rest of the rangers about the two of you.

You and Phillip had only known each other for about three months, but from the second Phillip first saw you, he adored you. He found you to be absolutely gorgeous and so perfect. As arrogant as he was the first time he visited the museum, he tried to soften his attitude for you. He knew what he was doing wouldn't make him look like a very appealing person to you. You seemed so sweet, and he wanted to get to know you better. However, he knew that he couldn't act like that and expect you to be fond of him. So when Phillip had the conversation with Koda and changed his attitude, you'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly attracted to the charming prince. Whenever he visited the museum to donate some money towards the exhibits, he'd always make a point to try to hang out with you as much as he could. The more you hung out, the more your crush on him developed. On one of the days you were hanging out, you were sharing a peaceful moment together. After sharing a laugh, you both fell into a comfortable silence. You stared off at something in front of you, a soft smile adorned upon your lips. He was infatuated with you, thoroughly examining your features whilst you were distracted. From the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring. You turned your head to face him, eyebrows furrowed, eyes curious. The two of you held eye contact, and before you realised what he was doing, he slowly leaned forward. His eyes flickered down to your lips as he leaned in even closer to your face. His hand gently raised, and he softly placed it on your cheek. Your cheeks were a bright red, in shock about what was happening. He tilted up your head and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes were blown wide, cheeks hot. You were certain that if anyone were to touch them, they'd get some sort of burn. Becoming used to the feeling of his lips against yours, your eyes fluttered shut. After a few moments, which felt like forever, he gently pulled back. You both sat in silence for a few seconds. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry, I-" You cut him off by pulling him into another kiss. "It's okay, Phillip. I've been waiting for that since we first became friends."

That had been a week ago, and the two of you had now been dating in secret for a week. You had both now decided to tell the team. "Hey, uh, guys. Me and Phillip are kinda dating." Ivan seemed confused by this declaration, and everyone else just nodded, unsurprised. Ivan walked away to give out an order before you could continue. "Yeah, we know, Phillip has been coming into the museum every day with your lip gloss smeared all over his lips." Tyler said. "And I saw you two kissing at the park not that long ago, gross guys." Remarked Shelby, causing you to turn a shade of bright pink at being caught in such a moment.

Unbeknownst to you, Ivan was not aware of the fact that the two of you weren't dating already. Which is the exact reason that he had seemed so confused, why declare something that's already been acknowledged and said? It didn't make much sense to him, but he decided against questioning your reasoning.

~*~*~*~*~

"You see, milady, I've always called you princess because of that. I believed that you were already the prince's girlfriend when I had first met both of you. I didn't have much time to correct myself as you had begun dating not long afterwards."

Ohhhhh. Right, that makes a lot more sense now.

(A/N) Sorry if this is a bit sucky but yeah, enjoy!

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