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thebunnyslibrary · 3 months

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Bucky Barnes Valentine's Drabble ❤️

wc. ~1500

pairing. Bucky x Curvy!Reader

summary. Reader is alone and in the gym on Valentine's Day of all days. Until the man of her dreams Bucky Barnes wanders in and offers to be her sparring partner...

an. I had a last minute idea for a drabble......that then morphed into TWO ideas!! Bucky is first up and I have another idea with Loki that I should hope to finish in the next couple of days. (PS I haven't forgotten my last Ficmas fic. I just kind of hit a wall and i'm still struggling to get over it. Maybe this will help.)

Also big shout out to @chasingmidnights for helping inspire me today ❤️

Going to the gym wasn't exactly your first choice of things to start your Valentine’s Day; but here you were. You preferred to come early early, still dark out early, for two reasons. First for being a bit of an early riser yourself. Usually not as early as you were today, but enough that in the summer, you were able to hear the birds sing at breakfast.

The second that there were less people to stare at you. Confident as you were in your curves, the world had not gotten used to the idea of fat people working out in gyms NOT to lose weight add you’d rather not start today, of all days, that way. Valentine’s Day. You had no real hatred for it. But you did get a little jealous sometimes when you walked in the office and saw so many other desks littered with flowers and candies. But you couldn’t recall a time someone had sent you so much as a single rose.

This year, you’d decided to take the self-care route. You’d ordered takeout last night and tucked it away in the fridge for tonight, along with a slice of your favorite cheesecake from the old-fashioned delicatessen down the street (family owned since the days Tony’s father running Stark Industries). You’d chosen not to weep for your singleness but instead use it as a night of rest and recovery. A good meal, a nice book and your favorite vinyl record along with a long soak in the tub were you self-loves tonight…and your now charging vibrator would take care of the other kind too. You just had to make it through the day.

Even though you were a desk jockey, there was a physical exam all SWORD agents had to pass. You weren't extraordinarily physically gifted, but you could kick but in Just Dance when you wanted to. Unfortunately, the virtual reality sparring simulator at the Avengers compound certainly wasn't as fun as silly dance moves to 70s music in your apartment You knew sparring with the examiner wouldn't be like this, but you had no one else to spar with. And that was where Bucky found you.

"If you'd like I can practice with you, agent." He’d startled you as you quickly removed the virtual reality headset and turned to see him standing there. It was amazing how well he fit into modern clothing. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, showing off this metal arm. You’d never seen his arm this closes and you were in awe of the Wakandan craftsmanship. You'd long admired the former assassin, but never thought in a million years he'd notice you. He was the dark contrast to Captain America, the golden boy. Both were incredibly handsome but there was something mysterious about him that drew you to him. You could easily see why he’d been a lady’s man in the 40s. And you were just a desk clerk. You couldn’t compete with the women, all of whom looked like super models, that threw themselves at him.

You looked around, not seeing any one else and turned back to him, standing there and looking at you, a genuine smile on his face. You nodded and quietly responded.

"Uh...yeah. that would be nice."

Sparring with Bucky gave you a much better experience. Being able to actually fight someone who was there instead of just a simulation felt great. Even though you were sure Bucky was taking it easy on you, you were a lot stronger than you thought, not to mention quick. You were able to duck and dodge and lay a few quick jabs to his chest. And that was nothing compared to how confident you felt, and how good Bucky looked. He seemed to be enjoying himself, a smile never leaving his face. Once or twice you’d stared a little too long and he’d gotten a few jabs in, but you recovered quickly.

At one point he had his arms around you in a hold and you were amazed how warm he felt. His chest brushed against your back and you let out a little gasp that you prayed to God he didn't hear. But you saw the smirk play at his lips.

"Sorry, doll. I run a little warm cause of the serum."

"It's alright.” You said, sheepishly. “Your touch actually feels nice." You bit your cheek as you realized how wrong that probably was to say. To your surprise, Bucky didn’t mention it.

"Well the best way to pass a test is with the proper tools. Not with Tony’s toys." He said, rolling his eyes. “And your touch feels good too.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise before he continued “You’ve got a good strong grip.” He shot you a wink and you couldn’t begin to process what he meant when the sparring resumed. Bucky and you trained for a good hour or so and by the end you felt much better about the exam.

Bucky also took the time to show you a few new self-defense maneuvers. He was demonstrating a quick way to hit someone in the gut before raising your hands up to hit them in the face.

"It's one fluid movement." He guided your arms. By now you were CERTAINLY used to his touch. Especially in moments like now where you when his arms where wrapped around you to guide you. You'd never felt more safe and secure.

"Like this...." You jabbed your elbows backwards before swinging are your arms up, hands closed together and you FELT the contact against Bucky’s nose as you'd executed the move perfectly. But your pride turned to panic as Bucky grunted, then started a fit of coughing as you realized what you’d done.

"Holy shit. Oh my God. I mean... oh shit. Uhm. Captain America is gunna kill me.... Sargent Barnes uhm...sir...?? Are you okay??"

Bucky coughed a few more times, before his breathing finally shallowed. His hand was clutch his nose, now paying attention to that and feeling to make sure it wasn't broken before he finally spoke to you.

“Well doll, I certainly didn't expect you to knock the wind out of me twice in one day. But I'll take it. And you can just call me Bucky.” He said and you felt like you were going to faint. Had he just said what you thought he did?

"Wha...what...? Twice?" you said in disbelief.

“Sure doll.” Bucky admitted. “First was when I walked In here today. Though I have to say you've done it a few times before that" he admitted. “Like the other day when I dropped off that paperwork and you looked so beautiful in your blue dress.” He bit his lip, recalling the memory.

“You're not. You're not serious, right?” He couldn’t be.

“Yeah. Uhm. I am doll. I’ve been wanting to say something for a while but I was worried you were scared of me.” Your heart twinged a little and you gently placed your hand on his mechanical arm.

“Not at all Bucky. In fact, I’ve liked you for some time as I just…didn’t think you’d notice me. You could have any girl you want and I’m just a desk clerk.” You said. “Not a supermodel or a superhero. Or anything special."

“Hey listen to me. You’re absolutely gorgeous doll. Why do you think I’m the one that’s always bringing you everyone else’s paperwork.” You thought for a moment before you realized it was true. You’d never noticed it but while you often saw other Avengers dropping off work to someone else, whenever something had to come to you, Bucky was always the one to bring it. “It’s the highlight of my day when I get to see you. His words, full of honesty and admiration made your heart swell. He placed his flesh hand over yours and squeezed it tight. You gazed into the crystal blue pools of his eyes as he broke the moment.

“Besides everyone knows it’s desk clerks that makes the world go round. Trust me, My ma worked as a secretary for a while. The stories she could’ve told.” You both laughed at that and you loved his laugh. You weren’t sure you’d ever heard him really laugh before. It wasn’t as deep or boisterous as Thor’s. Rather it pattered and reminded you of summer’s rain on a wooden roof. And you loved the way his shoulders shook, even if it wasn’t that big of a laugh.

“Listen, doll, I know it's super last minute...and if you didn’t already have plans tonight… I We'll never get a reservation anywhere. But you could come back to my place and I could cook you dinner? Maybe we can watch a movie?” Bucky asked. You smiled and happily replied.

“It's a date.”

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thebestofoneshots · 9 months

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.2 K Warnings: none Prompt: You're finally settling down at Hogwarts, friendships strengthen and crushes blossom, sometimes on the most unexpected places. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 6: “Crazy little Thing Called Love”

You rose, scanning your surroundings, the inky dark made it hard for you to see anything. It took a whole minute for your eyes to adjust. You saw trees all around you, as you took a single step forward, an unsettling crack echoed beneath your heel. You looked down only to realise it was the bone of a very small animal, a fox perhaps. You shivered at the thought.

Another step and a haunting howl sliced through the air, piercing your ears. Its resonance was powerful, sharp, and it reverberated deep within you, whatever monster was making that sound, it was close.

You tried to find a hiding spot but it was futile, whatever that monster was, it had already caught your scent, its primal instincts honed in on you, and you could hear it getting closer and closer. And then, it was there, right in front of you, its predatory gaze calculating which part of you it would feast on first.

“H-Hey, It’s ok, it’s me,” you stammered, a desperate attempt to reason with it, which, in all honesty, made no sense, still you clung to the idea that perhaps that would appease the beast.

Bad idea, it didn’t. It just growled back and lunged at you. You crashed back on the ground, next to the rest of the bones you had unwittingly shattered moments ago. It had a choking hold on you, robbing your breath. You heard another growl, coming from a different place when your vision started to fog, you felt like you were going to die.

“Wake up!” You heard, and suddenly opened your eyes, trying to fight the creature still, but Lily was there instead of the monster. “It’s ok,” She told you, placing her hands over your forearms that sought desperately to defend you still, “it was only a dream luv.”

You finally took a deep breath, grounding yourself. Of course, it was only a dream. Hogwarts didn’t have those kinds of monsters. You took a deep breath and looked at Lily “Did I wake you?”

She shook her head “I woke up to go to the restroom. I noticed you were struggling in bed, that’s why I came to wake you.”

You gently placed your hand over her forearm, using her to reassure yourself, she was indeed real. Eventually you smiled at her “Thank you,” you said in all honesty “I’m truly grateful I met someone like you here.”

She smiled back at you “No problem, I’m here for you, for anything, all right?” You nodded in response. “Want me to stay with you for a little while?”

You shook your head “It’s all right, I’m a lot calmer now, thanks to you. You can go back to sleep, I wouldn’t want to be the reason dear Miss Evans is sleepy in the morning.”

She laughed at that and nodded, reluctantly leaving you, as if she wasn’t sure if you were actually better or just telling her to go as if not to be a bother, which to her, you weren’t at all.

Once you were alone again you continued to take deep breaths. Nightmares were not something you had all that often, you didn’t quite know how to deal with them, so you stared at the ceiling until you finally managed to fall back asleep.

You woke up earlier than everyone again and went down to the common room with flying gear. James arrived sometime later, and Sirius minutes afterwards, complaining “It’s raining Prongs, can’t we just sleep in instead?”

James gave Sirius a stern look in response “You’re coming today too!” He acknowledged with a smile once he noticed you were there.

“Well I’m not getting any special treatment even if I know the Captain of the Quidditch team so I’ve got to be in top shape for the tryouts,” you replied with a smug smile.

He smiled back, clearly amused by your answer “All right, let’s go then. We’re doing evasion today.”

The three of you went out and did some laps around the castle. This time James had taken out a blodger and you were beating it back and forth. Once you were done you went back to the common room and changed into your uniform. Your hair was still wet when you arrived at your first class.

“Good morning everyone, my name is Horace Slughorn, I’ll be your potions teacher, please grab a piece of paper from the hat,” he said as he passed a small wizard hat turned upside down for everyone to grab a paper. Once you opened yours you saw Lily’s name appeared on it.

James, who stood right behind you leaned over your shoulder and walked to face you, leaning over to whisper “Switch with me, will you?”

You frowned and looked up at him, he had this hopeful puppy-eyed look going on, it made you gasp in surprise “You like Evans!” You teased, in a whisper too.

He looked to the side but then nodded, looking back at you with the same golden retriever look “Pretty please?”

You thought about it for a moment and leaned over to check on his paper “Who’d you get?”

“Moony,” he responded.

“He any good at potions?”

“Brilliant!” James affirmed.

You took a deep breath and handed the paper to James, “Go get her tiger!” You told him with a smile as he approached Lily. To be fair, you totally understood why someone would have a crush on Lily, in fact, it was more surprising that you hadn’t heard of anyone else being hung up on her.

There was a knock on the door, Slughorn opened the door to find a slimy-haired boy, looking like a very pissed wet rat, and allowed him to walk inside the classroom “Ah, Severus, did you get stuck in the rain?”

The boy -Severus, took a spiteful glance towards the boys and turned back to Slughorn, taking a deep breath “Something like that.”

James gave Sirius a look and a complicitous smile. You noticed Remus rolled his eyes, while Lily looked stoic, as if she was trying to hide her feelings. They clearly had some history going on.

Slughorn handed the hat to him and he picked a piece of paper, once he opened it he rolled his eyes. “Professor, can I switch…?” Slughorn shook his head.

Sirius jumped from his seat once he realised what his paper said “I’m sure we can find someone willing to–” he argued.

“–Your partners are set, and they won’t change, there was a spell on the papers,” the professor explained. James gave you a worried look but you shook your head lightly, using a changing spell to switch the names on Lily and Remus’ papers.

The greasy-haired boy took a deep breath and went to sit down at the front, Sirius followed and sat next to him, turning his back to him and rolling his eyes; so that’s why he wanted to switch, he’d been paired with the boy, you thought.

“Excellent, please, the rest of you, take your seats.”

Remus approached you then, asking if you wanted to sit in the front, you nodded in response. And the two of you walked towards a table.

“This month, we shall embark on the fascinating journey of brewing the illustrious Polyjuice Potion. Now, let me be clear—this concoction is no ordinary brew. It demands your unwavering attention, precision, and an ample dose of patience. I must confess, not everyone will master it effortlessly on their initial attempts. However, mark my words, the fundamentals are crucial for you to grasp, for who knows when fate may call upon you to employ this transformative elixir in the days to come. So, prepare yourselves, my aspiring potion-makers, for the intricate art of Polyjuice Potion awaits!”

You nodded and pulled out your book, finding the list of ingredients you would need. “It’s a complicated one,” You said, reading through the steps.

Remus nodded and winced when he started reading some of the requirements of the ingredients, “Profesor,” he said, racing his hand “Will you provide the fluxweed or…?”

"Ah, Mr. Lupin, splendid question indeed!" Said Slughorn, whose voice carried an air of geniality and indulgence. "You have touched upon a key facet of the potion we are about to undertake—the vexing nature of ingredient collection. Specifically, the delicate task of harvesting fluxweed and capturing the elusive lacewing flies. Now, my dear students, I'm afraid I cannot simply hand you these crucial components on a silver platter. Oh no! You see, the true essence of potion-making lies in experiencing the genuine challenges it presents. Therefore, I implore each of you to venture forth and procure these ingredients yourselves, immersing yourselves in the intricacies and complications inherent in brewing a potion of such calibre. May the journey to acquire them serve as a valuable lesson in the art of potion-making!"

Remus nodded in response “Of course it wouldn’t be so easy,” he mumbled and turned towards you “Wanna split?”

You nodded “You could get the fluxweed and I could capture the lacewing flies? We also need Knotgrass and shredded boomslang skin, perhaps we can get the latter with the Care of Magical Creatures teacher?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “All thought, how about you do the fluxweed and I do Lacewing flies?” He asked, “I’m really good at catching stuff.”

You agreed “I can go with Lily next full moon,” you said with a smile “We have Care of Magical Creatures later today, right? We could ask the teacher then?”

A small Slytherin boy raised his hand from the back of the classroom “Professor, must we also dry and powder the leeches?” He asked with an air of disgust in his voice.

“Well, of course, Mr. Stradleter.”

“Of course, because I definitely can’t order them from an ingredients store,” You mumbled rolling your eyes, Remus chuckled lightly.

“In fact, you have stumbled upon the very essence of our lesson today. Step one, my dear students, involves a fascinating encounter with these lively leeches." He paused, his eyes twinkling with anticipation as he pulled a jar from his desk. The Slytherin boy held his breath at that point, staring at the leeches horrified. "Worry not, my young potion-makers, for we shall handle them with care and precision.”

“Oh, this is definitely going to go bad somehow,” Said Remus, biting his lip to avoid smiling too wide as he looked around to the rest of the tables with students looking like they wanted to run away.

“10 sickles someone ends up with at least 10 leeches stuck to their skin.”

Remus turned to you with raised eyebrows and a little smile. “Deal.” He said and the two of you shook hands.

Later on in the class, Peter who was sitting next to a Slytherin girl and was right behind Sirius and Severus, realised slimy-old Snape had pulled his hair up to focus on the leeches when drying them and had taken the opportunity to carefully levitate some of his own leeches towards Severus’ neck. Unwittingly causing you to win the bet against Remus. Once the class was over, poor Severus had over 20 leeches all over his neck and back.

“Sirius bloody BLACK! What the hell have you done?” He roared when he realised he had leeches on his neck.

Sirius raised his hands with an innocent look on his face “I’ve been working with you all class, not that I like it, but I’ve done nothing to you.”

“Professor!” Severus whined.

“I’ve been closely monitoring your progress,” Slughorn said “Mr. Black has been dutifully working on the drying process alongside you.”

Severus rolled his eyes, clearly feeling victimised. “You’re meant to be on my side!” He argued and Slughorn gave him a stern look.

Peter held back a laugh from behind. James instantly knew who it had been.

“Come here, Severus,” Slughorn waved for the boy to follow. He pulled the collar from Severus' shirt and winced when he noticed the state of his back. Snape ended up having to go to Madam Pomffrey.

Once the class was over James caught up with Peter and Sirius as they walked towards their next class “That was brilliant Wormy!” He said with a smile.

“I just saw the opportunity and took it,” he said with a small proud smile.

Sirius spoke then “That twit couldn’t even place the blame on me,” he said as he placed a satisfied arm over Peter.

“Yeah, and you lost me 10 sickles,” complained Remus as he caught up to them.

“Yeah, thank you, Peter,” You said with a smile as you walked past them toward Marlene.

“You made a bet? With (Y/N)?” James asked Remus, raising his eyebrows, who just shrugged in response.

Once you reached Marlene you went straight to the point “Why do they dislike Severus so much?” You asked her.

“He used to be Lily’s friend. But then he called her a slur,” Marlene explained.

Mary, who was walking beside you whispered “She called her a mud-blood.”

You gave her an incredulous look “He called her that?” Marlene nodded, you exhaled with indignation, “He deserves a lot more leechers then.”

Your next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. A tall, elegant-looking lady in her forties, who you recognized as the head of Hufflepuff, Seraphina Nightshade, was your teacher. She moved with the regalness of a ballerina around the room. In the class, she went through the basics of some strong defensive spells, left an investigation assignment and invited the students to join the Dueling club that would start next week, after classes.

You toyed with the idea in your head. Duelling was fun in your older School, you didn’t exactly know how good the students would be at Hogwarts but you pride yourself on having sharp reflexes. When Defense Against the Dark Arts was over, you all walked towards the Great Hall, at that point Mary asked Marlene to go get something from the room with her and the two diverted from the group.

“So… What are we going to do for Marlene’s birthday?” Beth asked standing in front of you, Lily and the boys.

“Oh, it’s her birthday soon?” You asked.

“September 10th, that’s… next, next Friday” Peter replied “I’m planning to get her a cake, I’ve already talked to the kitchen elves about it and everything.”

“And we’re getting some firewisky,” said Sirius pointing at James and back at himself.

“Last time you got firewisky–“ Lily started, but was interrupted by James, who placed an arm over her shoulder.

“–That wasn’t our fault,” he said defensively “That Ackley boy got us some weird stuff he was brewing in his room.”

“Yeah, and everyone was burping out purple bubbles for a week!”

Beth laughed, “Yeah, that was epic.”

Lily shot her a glance, and she shrugged in response “Ackley’s illegal brewery almost got discovered!”

“Don’t be such a wuss, Evans!” Said Sirius “We got a different dealer this time. They’re buying it at the Three Broomsticks.”

“Who? Is it someone from seventh?”

“We can’t tell you, it’s top secret,” Said Remus, who was walking beside you, “Wanna help me with the decorations? We’re gonna do over the common room.” You nodded.

“Gryffindor parties are THE parties of the school.” Said Peter, “Totally exclusive, you can only come if a Gryffindor invites you directly.”

“Then it’s settled!” Said Beth “I can tag along Remus and (Y/N) for decorations, if that’s all right?”

You both nodded, then Lily spoke “I’ll see over the snacks with Mary, then.”

“Ohh, hold up!” Said Beth “Someone needs to invite Holden Crawford.”

“The Ravenclaw seeker? Whatever for?” Asked Sirius.

“It’s Marlene’s crush,” admitted Lily.

“Oh,” Responded Sirius with an insinuating face “Want us to slip some amorentia in his drink that day too?”

“Of course not Sirius! You especially know how bad those kinds of potions can hit.”

“Does he now?” You teased “Sounds like a story I wanna hear.”

“You won’t,” responded Sirius sternly.

At the same time, James leaned down towards you and whispered over your ear “I’ll tell you all about it.”

“So… Holden Crawford?” Beth insisted, bringing everyone back to the topic at hand.

“I don’t know him,” shrugged James.

“Me neither,” responded Sirius.

“I know he’s chummy with Alexander Wood,” Said Peter “They got paired up in potions first year and became really good friends, even if they’re different houses.”

“Alex, the Hufflepuff Head Boy, Alex?” You asked. Peter nodded. “Oh, I’ll invite them.” You said matter of factly. Everyone turned towards you. They were all thinking the same, how the hell had you met Alexander Wood? “He brought me here on my first day,” you explained, “took me to Dumbledore’s office to get sorted.”

“Aaaah,” said Peter as he nodded.

“Fantastic,” said Beth excitedly “Godric Heavens, (Y/N) the brave got sent to us!”

“(Y/N) the brave?” Asked Sirius incredulous.

“Oh, Puppy… You don’t want me to talk about the zip lines, do you?” You teased. He instantly tensed up, the boys did too, but you didn’t notice.

“P-puppy?” Peter stammered.

“I gave him that nickname back on our trip, he insisted a tiger would win over a lion.”

The boys weren’t sure how that related to Sirius being called Puppy but they relaxed when they realised it didn’t have anything to do with their secret. “Good thing we already had nicknames when you arrived,” said James as playfully nudged you with his shoulder. You laughed.

“Don’t know about that,” said Beth “I’d rather be Puppy than Wormtail.”

“Oi!” Complained Peter “Wormtail’s a fine nickname, thank you very much.” By then you had already arrived at the Great Hall, Marlene and Mary joining you shortly after.

For dinner, there was Roast Beef, Shepards Pie, Bangers and Mash and these absolutely killer Buttered New Potatoes. They were so good you’d served yourself twice. Once you were done you started feeling drowsy, it often happened to you when you overate, so you gently let your head fall over Sirius’ shoulder, who was sitting beside you.

“You okay?” He asked, turning his head towards you lightly, trying not to move you as much.

You nodded, still on his shoulder “I ate too much,” you complained, then took in a deep breath “and we still have another class…”

“I can carry you there,” he offered.

You turned to him with a frown “And risk me puking on you?”

He shrugged, “If it’ll make you feel better.” You chuckled lightly, sometimes you really didn’t understand Sirius. Some days he was at your throat trying to win you on whatever game you made up on flying practice, and then he’d come out and say things like that.

You stared at his pretty face for a minute before shaking your head and going back to lay on his shoulder, “It’s alright Puppy, I’m sure it’ll go away on the way there.”

He didn’t even seem to mind you calling him puppy all that much either, in that particular moment. You might have fallen asleep on Sirius’ shoulder, since next thing you knew, Lily was shaking you lightly and telling you it was time for your next class.

The teacher of Care for Magical Creatures, Silvanus Kettleburn, was quite a character, to say the least, he had white hair, styled in a very rockstar kind of way, a metal claw for a hand and a white bandage covering one of his eyes. If Remus looked like a sexy novel Pirate, Kettleburn looked like the villain pirate the main character was forced to get married to before Remus came to rescue her. The funniest thing about the man was this extremely high-pitched voice with which he introduced himself, totally contrasting with his gruff pirate vibe and attitude. He said something about trying out a new draught that had made his voice squeaky, but it still took a whole lot of energy to keep your face straight when he spoke.

He said this month you’d be taking care of fireworms, and explained that they should be taken care of with extreme precautions since they could easily explode if not being cared for properly, if they saw the moon, or simply if they felt threatened by whoever was caring for them. He mentioned they would start small but they could grow up to 10 feet tall, and that they were the cause of many monsters and horror stories the muggles told to their children. He handed every single one of you a small box, of about 3 inches, with a worm in it, explaining how you’d have to get the worm used to you before transferring it to a bigger box, once it was large enough. “You must be very careful, and you must not forget to feed them, or they might explode too.”

You took in a sharp breath, looking down at the little box, how could such a small creature be so dangerous?, You wondered as you carefully set him to the side, as if not to disturb him much. During the the class you learned that your fireworm wasn’t actually a he, but a she, and after getting some encouragement from Kettlebrun, you ended up naming her Pyro Princess. Neatly writing the name on a label that the professor had handed over. In the middle of the class, you heard a small explosion, it came from a tall Slytherin boy that stood beside Severus, who quickly performed agumenti to turn off the fire.

“Excellent problem-solving skills Mr. Snape,” Kettleburn said with his squeaky voice “10 points for Slytherin.”

“But it was Rosier who caused the explosion,” Tom complained, “That should definitely take some points from them, right?”

Beth gave him a thumbs up while Kettleburn gave it a thought “You are indeed right Mr, Harrow, Evan Rosier will get a 5 points penalty for his aggravation.” Snape rolled his eyes and placed his own label on top of his worm while the professor handed a new worm to Evan.

“Whoever has the largest worm by the end of the course, will get an automatic A,” he said before he dismissed everyone and their worms.

At that point Lily approached you, “Today’s the first reunion of the study club, we’ll be working on some homework together if you wanna join,” said Lily.

You nodded in response, “I’ll just take this little girl to a safe place and see you there, yeah?”

You parted ways with Lily once you were back inside the castle. From what Kettelebrun had explained, fireworms liked peaceful environments, and while your dorm was peaceful enough, you really did not want to burn the Gryffindor tower down because of a mishap, so you decided that the safest way to keep her was somewhere in the passageways Remus had taken you to on the first day. Once you were inside you saw another light further in the passage. Turning yours off and walking behind it quietly.

“Anyone there?” You heard a very familiar voice.

“Remus?” You asked him, turning the light of your wand back on.

“(Y/N)? What on earth are you doing here? it’s a whole labyrinth inside these tunnels, you could’ve gotten lost without a guide.”

“I’m rather good with mazes,” you said with a smile “but uh… I’m here because I wanted to find a good hiding spot for Pyro Princess.”

“You mean, your fireworm?” He asked with his eyebrows raised “You called it, Pyro Princess?!”

“Well, It’s a fireworm! What did you call yours?”

“I called him Number 1.”

“Number one? And you’re making fun of Pyro Princess?”

He gave you a stern look “I didn’t wanna get attached to it, in case it blew up.”

“Now, that’s just setting yourself up for failure. But fret not, I’m sure if we team up we can keep both Pyro and Nummie alive.”

“Nummie? Now you gave it a cutesy name too.”

“It’s just short for Number 1,” you exclaimed “So, Mr. Guide, please take us to a safe, non often used area.”

“Fine, follow me,” he said and the two of you walked through the tunnels until you found a decent hole in the wall to place the two worms. You performed a small protection charm on top of them and Remus added a small light orb on top of them to give them some light. “They’ll be alright, yeah?” He asked, to which you nodded.

“I’m thinking of brewing some calming draught, to add a few drops to their water, so that way they won’t get so anxious.”

“Oh, I’ve got some,” he said, pulling a bottle from his pocket. You frowned but decided not to question it as he placed a couple of drops on their water source. Who knows maybe Remus was a naturally anxious guy and he needed it, or maybe he was just gonna use it for a prank.

When the two of you were down with the little home area you’d created for your worms, you walked together towards the library. Lily was already sitting on a round table, Beth was by her right, and a smaller blonde girl by her left. As soon as she saw the two of you she smiled and waved “You made it.”

“Bumped into Remus on the way too.” You told her as you sat in front of her, next to Tom. Remus sat in between you and the blonde girl, who you later learned was Nina Blythe, a Ravenclaw a year younger who always joined the study group, to learn about more advanced stuff. On a table beside you were several kids from even lower years who would often stand up to ask Lily and Remus for advice or help with their classes.

You pulled out some parchment and decided to start working on your runes essay for Divination since it was the thing that would require the least effort. You’d kept your runes on a little felt bag and took them out to start writing about it; you knew most things from the top of your head. Once you were done you started working on your DADA assignment. Standing up to pull some books from the library about defensive spells you’d need. Once you returned to your spot you noticed Beth was desperately looking through a book.

“All good?” You asked her, trying to be nice.

She shook her head “I just can’t find this fucking rune anywhere.”

“Language Beth!” Lily complained, “There are children around.”

“I’m so gonna fail…”

“May I?” You asked as you extended your hand, she placed the rune on it and you brought it back to give it a closer look. “Ah... It’s Hagalaz!” you explained “It’s hard to find it because in this set it looks a lot more like an N than an H, but it’s this one,” you pointed at one of the runes in a book she had discarded earlier “It means Hail… So basically it comes from a natural disaster, em… it means that… an unavoidable change that is out of your hands will be presented to you. How destructive it might be, depends on how capable you are of weathering its storm. Kinda like The Tower in Tarot,” you finally gave the little stone back to Beth.

Everyone at the table now turned to look at you, with an air of surprise in their faces “Thought you said you weren’t good with divination,” said Tom.

“I just…” you sighed, “I don’t want to be another divination teacher’s pet.” You responded “And I’d already seen runes a couple of years ago.”

Remus gave you a rather apprehensive look while Tom handed over another rune for you to check. Eventually, you helped everyone with the divination homework, since the set of runes Professor Spellman had handed over to revise had weird shapes on most of the little stones.

The little Ravenclaw girl next to Remus seemed disinterested in the divination stuff and just stared at her spellbook, drawing little stars and hearts over the edges. When you sat back down in your chair, you realised that in fact, she hadn’t done any work at all so far, she had her spell book and a parchment out, but it was pretty empty, and she just scribbled some random notes every now and then. You wondered why she was in a study group if she didn’t have any homework to do when you noticed her giving Remus a quick glance, before going straight back to her book. You leaned back in your chair, lousily grabbing your charms book and started “reading” while you continued to analyse her behaviour.

She would read her book, the same page she’d been on since the beginning of study group, an hour ago. Then she would scribble something illegible on her parchment, and then she’d give Remus, who was completely oblivious a quick glance. She’d play with her hair, and then go back to drawing on the edge of her book, ready to repeat the process all over again. You were almost completely certain she was madly involved with Remus, but you had to confirm your theory.

So you cut out a small piece of parchment and wrote: “follow my lead” and passed the note over to Lily from under the table. She gave you a confused glance but nodded.

“Hey Rem,” You called quietly so as not to disturb the rest, he turned to you, raising an eyebrow at the nickname “Would you mind helping me with this assignment on potions?” You asked politely, pointing at a specific one in your book “I’m not sure I know exactly how to explain this particular step, with different words.”

“Ugh…. Maybe you could use crushing?”

“Yeah, I thought about it too, but I’m not sure crushing works, since it’s more like really, really fine pieces.”

Yeah, it was a tricky question, all right? But you had to make it sound believable.

“Do you think Lily would know?” You asked.

He thought about it for a second and nodded, he then leaned towards the Ravenclaw girl “Hey Nina,” he said politely, and she turned to him, almost shocked he was talking to her “Would you mind switching with Lily for a minute?” He asked with a smile. She seemed taken aback but nodded. Standing up to switch with your redheaded friend.

You leaned closer to Remus then, almost crossing past him to talk to Lily, who seemed puzzled. You were never so much in other people’s personal space, not that Remus was bothered by it, in fact, he wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest, he found the warmth your body emitted rather soothing. But Nina? Nina was absolutely pissed. She was shooting daggers at Lily and you as if you both had just kissed her fiancé. In retrospect, if a new girl showed up in a year and she was all over your crush, you might’ve been just as angry, but you wouldn’t make it so obvious. She was damn lucky everyone else was too busy looking at their books or they all would’ve known by now.

“Oh, you can use something like make a fine dust with the dried fairyleaves,” She said after thinking about it for a bit, she then gave you an expectant look, asking if what she’d done was fine, you nodded, with a little smile.

“Oh, that’s perfect, actually,” You said as you leaned back to your place. Feeling how much colder it was without Remus’ body heat irradiating all over you “Thanks,” you told Lily and then turned to Nina “To you too love, for switching so Lily could help.” Nina nodded, still looking a bit pissed nonetheless. You continued working on your homework assignments for a while.

At some point, you heard Tom yawn, and a couple of minutes later he was excusing himself, saying he’d finish a different day. Beth decided to walk with him. The smaller children had also started going to their dorms. As the library emptied it grew chiller, so you pulled your backpack to your knees and started looking through it, you were certain you’d packed your sweater in there, but maybe you hadn’t.

Nina checked her watch and rushed out of the library.

“Everything alright?” Remus asked when he noticed.

You turned to him and nodded “I was just looking for my sweater, I guess I left it at the dorms.”

“I’ve got mine here,” he said, pulling it out of his bag and hanging it over.

You looked at the sweater, he’d already taken it out, and you didn’t want him to feel bad, so you glanced over at Nina, you didn’t want to make her upset by taking Remus’ sweater either, but she had already left, so you took it from his hands with a smile and thanked him. Pulling it over your head in one swift movement. It was big and warm, and it smelled so nice, you were thankful you didn’t reject it. You stayed in the library until about 9 pm, when Lily yawned and checked the clock on the wall behind you, realising how late it was.

“Oh, we must go, it’s time for dinner,” she said as she started to place her things in her bag. Remus and you followed suit, you placed your parchment in between one of your larger books so the ink wouldn’t run before putting it away. Once you had everything in your bags the three of you started walking towards the Great Hall. Lily switched over to walk by your side and you were left walking in between your two friends “What was the whole potions thing about?” She asked you.

“Oh… I had to test a hypothesis,” you explained, she looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for further explanation “The little Ravenclaw girl, Nina? I thought it was odd she was in our study group but spent most of her time just drawing in her notebook.”

Lily frowned, now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen Nina do a lot of homework last year either “And?” She pressed.

“Oh, she’s got a massive crush on Remus.”

“Ahhhh” Remus said as he downed him, “so that’s why you were calling me Rem and being all chummy.”

“I wanted to see her reaction,” you shrugged. “She was pretty pissed when she had to switch seats with Lily, I think she low-key hates us now. But…” you did a dramatic pause “She seems nice,” you teased Remus.

“She looks 12, (Y/N)!” Remus said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“But she’s got pretty eyes,” you argued back, and it was true, she had this very beautiful doe-eye look going on, and her eyes were a very intense blue.

“Who’s got pretty eyes?” Asked Sirius, who’d spotted you from behind and approached right in the middle of a conversation.

“A girl that likes Remus,” replied Lily.

“I’d say she’s madly in love with him, but I guess likes works too,” you corrected.

Sirius raised his eyebrows with a little smirk “Moony boy, were you planning on getting a girlfriend without asking for permission?”

Remus shrugged and shoved Sirius “As if I needed your permission to date someone.”

“But you do! I’m your best friend!” The shorter boy insisted “Doesn’t he Lily?”

“Remus can make his own decisions,” she shrugged.

Remus smiled, and Sirius approached you instead, clenching to your arm “You have to back me up in this one love,” he said playfully, “go ahead, tell Remus he definitely needs permission from his best friends before dating someone.”

You raised your eyebrow at him, “Not sure about permission Puppy… maybe a 3-day notice?” you teased.

“3 days? At least a week, so we get used to the idea!”

“When have you ever given us so much as a notice?” Retorted Remus.

Sirius threw his head back dramatically “Moony, you know me, I’ve never dated anyone…” Remus gave him an incredulous look “Not seriously at least.”

“Ironic,” you said, Lily laughed.

“Besides, if you dated someone, I feel like you would date them date them, not just hook up with them,” Sirius continued.

Remus laughed at that “What makes you think I haven’t hooked up with anyone?”

Sirius seemed taken aback “Because you’ve never told me?”

“Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, Pads,” Remus responded, Lily nodded in agreement.

“Hold up!” Sirius said in shock, finally letting your arm free “Are you implying you’ve been secretly hooking up with people?” Remus only laughed in return. “Remus?!”

“Sorry Pads,” he said walking in front of him with a shit-eating grin “There are some things about me, you’ll never know.”

Sirius exhaled, defeated and grabbed your arm again “You would tell me if you hooked up with someone, right?”

You raised your eyebrows, giving Remus a quick glance, he shrugged in response, and you turned your head to Sirius “Sure Puppy, you’ll be the first one to know.” You said ironically.

“Good.” You were pretty sure he hadn’t understood your sarcasm, but Remus had and he was holding back a laugh.

By the time you arrived at the Great Hall, it was almost empty, dinner had been at 7pm, and they stopped serving at 10, so it made sense only a couple students were left. Peter and Marlene joined you for dinner later, Mary had eaten with Tom earlier and was already back at the dorms according to Mars, and James was in a quidditch team reunion with the 7th years.

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rayraelleaizawa · 2 months

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Shanks and Benn help you with Insecurities (chubby reader)

TW: insecurities, comfort, slight angst kinda, description of nudity

Characters: Shanks and Benn Beckmann

You always had struggles with your appearance. Almost all the women you met were thin, had a small waist, big boobs and a nice ass. But you? You had thick thighs, a bigger stomach, you simply had more weight than others. At first you didn't know that it was a challenge to not look like all those beautifull women out there. But then you noticed, that shopping for clothes was different for you. The stares of others were different on you. How they acted towards you was different. You grew up and realized, that you werent as much worth as people who were beautiful. Otherwise they wouldnt make fun of you, right? Otherwise they would accept you and treat you kindly, and not leave you out of everything. Right?

You tried a lot to lose weight and to become one of those beautful girls, but no matter how hard you tried or how less you ate you just couldnt seem to make it.

At some point you just accepted that you'll never have what others have. You left the island you were born on and started sailing around. You didnt want to wait for someone to do that with you when it was clear that no one would come.

But your world changed one day when you walked into a bar full of loudly yelling and laughing men. It was raining quite heavy so you couldnt avoid all those people like you usually would. You quietly walked up to the bar counter and ordered something to drink and eat. The men in your back were laughing and playing cards, and you tried to shut those thoughts down who told you that they were now also laughing about you.

A few seats next to you sat a tall man with red hair, also eating something. You looked at him and he looked at you and smiled. An honest smile. And that smile should change your whole world.

Two years later you were now the captains and the vice captains girlfriend, the crew loved and respected you and you loved and respected them. Benn and Shanks didnt let you go again after Shanks saw you in that bar, he knew you were special. You were always gratefull towards them both for giving you a family, to give you love. They helped you out of the dark hole you were in, helped you to see yourself in a better light.

The whole crew helped you to accept yourself. To love yourself. And you will always be grateful for that.

But it was still hard sometimes, those thoughts sometimes came back and then you were feeling bad and insecure about yourself.

Your two lovers noticed that of course, they always did. The whole crew noticed it. You were covering yourself more, eating less, smiling less, didnt want to go out, didnt want to go shopping, you mostly spent time in the quarters you shared with your lovers.

You were eyeing yourself in the mirror, gripping at the skin and picking around, tracing the lines on your stomach were the skin had ripped. You had tears running down your face as you just couldnt understand how those people could love you when you were such a pain in the eyes.

Suddenly you heard the door opening and Shanks and Benn walking inside, talking quietly cause they thought you'd be asleep by now. You held your breath as you didnt dare to move in the bathroom, and just hoped they wouldnt try to open the locked door and see you like that. They had an officer meeting and you said you were tired and wanted to go to sleep earlier, so you left and thought you had enough time for yourself to cry about what those ugly thoughts in your mind told you. Well, apparently you were wrong.

You waited for them to hopefully just go to sleep, but your hopefull thinking was cut short when someone tried to open the bathroom door.

"Darling, are you inside there?"

You heard Shanks call out to you. You shakily answered "Y-Yeah I-I'll be out-t in a m-minute!" as you looked around for something to cover yourself. You couldnt let them see your naked body. You realiced you had left your clothes outside and there were no towels left in the bathroom.

Benn and Shanks heard you rummaging through the bathroom and their worry increased by the second.

"Sweetheart, open the door, please"

Benn spoke carefully. You started to panic as you couldnt find anything to cover up, and this big mirror just kept on showing you every flaw you thought your body had and your mind just repeated those hatefull thoughts that they would leave you if they saw you like this. That you would be all alone and unloved again. Tears spilled down your face as you tried to make an excuse on why it took you so long, but in the end you just sat there and tried to muffle your cries.

Your two lovers on the outside of the door of course heard you and tried to get the door open. They succeeded after some time, but you were too far in your head to notice it. You were crying, and shaking, and your head was burried in your knees and your hands shielded your head as you just wished you wouldnt be there anymore.

Shanks and Benn immediatelly were by your side, trying to get you to look at them, asking what was wrong and trying to calm you down.

After some time you told them what was wrong, they had a suspicion that it was this topic bothering you again. Benn pressed you against his chest as you told them every cruel thought in your mind, your hands still trying to cover yourself up.

When you calmed down again, Benn picked you up and carried you to the bed. Shanks laid down on it, and Benn laid you in between Shanks legs so that you sat in between them, your upper body leaning against his torso. Then Benn sat down at your legs.

"Buttercup you're the most beautful woman in this world to us"

he spoke.

"And we will show you that every time you need to see it, pumpkin"

Shanks ended the sentence. And with that, Benn and Shanks started to kiss every inch of your body. It didnt matter how you protested and writhed underneath them, they kissed you everywhere. Your head, shoulders, face, breasts, stomache, thighs, feet, toes, between your legs, your back, everwhere. They didnt leave out an inch and smothered you with affection.

When they were finished, you were panting and writhing in between their both holds.

"Please talk to us when those bad thoughts come again. There is nothing wrong with seeking out help. We love you. You'll never be alone again, okay little dove?"

Shanks spoke as he caressed your stomach and Benn pressed a kiss on your cheek.

"You are beautifull just the way you are, and we love you just the way you are. We love you. You and only you. Got that, little firestorm?"

#benn beckman #shanks x reader #one piece shanks #one piece #comfort #shanks x chubby reader #benn x chubby reader #akagami no shanks #red hair shanks #shanks #red hair pirates #shanks x benn x reader

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hueningsloverr · 3 months

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౨ৎ valentine !

pairing: taehyun x reader summary: love was new for taehyun, just like it was for you. there's something so sweet about new love. word count: 1.0k extra: inspired by laufey's 'valentine'! apart of my valentines day series

taehyun was always the single friend - never dating even when all the other boys he surrounded himself with flaunted girlfriends. then, all of the sudden, you came into the picture.

love was something new for taehyun. it was weird - what does one even say to the person they're dating? his constant compliment was simply 'you're pretty' before he sped away, blushing like an idiot.

not even you knew what to say - was calling him pretty the right move? was that even something you could say? neither of you had a clue.

every day brought something entirely new, and not just for taehyun, but for you as well. days turned into weeks, and taehyun felt as if he was a captain navigating through uncharted waters.

yet it was the thrill of the feeling was what kept pushing him forward, closer towards you.

whenever he'd feel as if his words would fall short, you would pick them up, the same awkward joy lacing your voice. it was those small acts of love that, despite your whines and protests, proved you truly loved taehyun, even if at first you were a skeptic.

"you should know," you hummed over a cup of coffee. it was the second date, and this time taehyun picked the spot. a small coffee shop not far from his dormitory, yet still discrete enough he did not have to worry about his four other friends interrupting him. "i'm actually terrified of men."

he laughed softly, noticing the faint smile on your face. he was surprised. two dates in and you were telling him you were scared of men? "well," he began, trying to think of something to even the playing field. "i'm scared of flies, if that makes you feel any better."

you nodded, finding comfort in his attempt to joke back. "flies and guys - are you a poet? 'cause they rhyme."

he knew in that moment he was in love with you. irrevocably in love with you.

it was nothing like the superficial relationships he had been in throughout middle school and high school, where you were with someone more so just to be with someone rather than being with them due to actually being in love with them.

he knew that this time he had fallen in love.

every time he saw you, his heart raced, and his cheeks flushing crimson as he struggled to find the right words to express his feelings. feelings such as the magnitude of admiration he felt for you. admiration filled words, and eventually, there was solace found in the simplicity of 'you're pretty,' even if it seemed unable to grasp the true depth of his emotions.

his emotions that were constantly fighting uphill battles with his thoughts. the self deprecating thoughts no one wants to think whilst in a relationship. what if you were the last one he would ever kiss? were you okay with that possibility? he was not one to date simply to date - in his mind, marriage was the end goal. what if you were the one true person he'd miss consistently? being an idol was not easy, and to be in love whilst on tour seemed to be the death of every relationship he knew of.

and then there was the factor of his age - so freshly twenty-two that at times he still called himself twenty-one. there was the idea that he should run, run so far from the relationship that nothing would be able to bring him back. but that would mean running from you. you, who took your time with taehyun, letting him fully articulate his thoughts, never pushing when you knew he was uncomfortable.

taehyun wasn't even sure who he was, or who he'd become after retiring. all he knew was he could never find a pulse when you were around. which was a good sign, right? you made his heart beat so fast he couldn't even control it.

being your lover was the best thing to ever happen to him. so what if he was always the single friend up until now? now he had you. caught in your web, on the receiving end of your love was his highest achievement in life. nothing could ever compare to the feelings you gave him. the butterflies in his stomach, the chill down his spine whenever you would utter "i love you," still half-asleep as he left for an early morning practice.

being in love with you made him careful now, too. if someone believed he took excellent care of himself before meeting you, then there was no word for the time he took for himself now. everything about his life was different now. now he had someone to lose. he never had that before. he was not just taking care of himself to simply take care of himself, but taking care of himself so as to be the best version he could be for you.

up until now, romance was meaningless. even in high school, he was never fully sure those he dated cared for him outside of appearances. you were the first one to ever truly like him back, and it was shocking. he wasn't even sure how he fell in love - or with what. all he knew was that he was in love with you one moment.

the best thing about loving you was the ability to call you "his", yet not in the over-powering, controlling way. but in a way that he could only describe as how gaia felt towards earth - prideful. there was something that was almost like childlike joy in the notion of knowing he was the only one who got to kiss you, the only one to wake up by your side, and the only one to know you below the surface.

there was also something so reassuring about knowing that while love was something new for taehyun, you were able to erase all worries that arose.

you, who appeared out of the blue one foggy december morning. you, the only person taehyun wanted to spent eternity with.

you, the person who suddenly, out of no where, gave kang taehyun a valentine.

authors note: part 4!! one more left :3 this is just over 2 days late. yet, i emerge victorious!!! give tyun some luv pls <333

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vaguely-concerned · 2 months

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For personal reasons: Nona’s conversation with Varun towards the end of NtN (I had to do my own transcription of the audio book here, so pardon any errant punctuation or mistakes)

The Captain opened her mouth and said, “Get him! Get him! Get him, he flees!”

“I can’t!” said Nona, “I can’t do anything. I don’t want to do anything.”

The Captain moaned sharply. “All for nothing! You asked for help — you asked — and all for nothing, only pain! You asked. I gave you blood for blood!”

Nona, grief-stricken, hollered: “Not like this! I love this place!”

“Do you love?” said the Captain’s mouth.

Nona struggled. “Yes! No. Yes,” she said, then, “I don’t know what it means. I say it, and I don’t know what it means. Did I ever know what it meant?”

“Green thing,” said the Captain, “green—and—breathing thing — the ghost, the drinker, transformed — what will you eat now? Where will your body go? What did he do to you to make you this way? You eat yourself. I gorge on unliving marrow!”

It was true. The Captain looked as if she were withering before Nona’s eyes. She cried out in haste, “Don’t! Stop that! I can’t stop it, but you can stop it. Stop hurting her! She doesn’t know what you’re doing.”

“You cry mercy?” said the Captain.

“Yes! Mercy, yes!” said Nona.

“I have crossed the face of the universe,” said the Captain. “I poison it to match my grief!”

“Yes,” said Nona, “but — but stop this. Stop hurting the Captain.” She rooted around wildly to find a phrase, and fell back on Cam. “You’re acting out. Maybe you should take five.”

“For eight thousand unjust bodies I will stop,” said the Captain.

Nona said, “NO! I want you to stop now!”

“They concoct their own vengeance,” said the Captain. “Their justice is not my justice. Their water is not my water. I came to help. I am made a mockery. The danger is upon you, and you do not even know. They are coming out of their tower, salt thing. There is a hole at the bottom of their tower. I will pull their teeth. I will make it blank for you.”

Nona said, “Hot Sauce never did anything wrong. Or Beautiful Ruby, or Born-In-The-Morning, or Kevin. And Honesty — “ here, she was compelled by the truth, “Honesty doesn’t know any better. Camilla and Palamedes never did anything wrong. Pyrrha says she did a lot wrong, but at least she knows it. And we don’t like the Captain, but we pity her. Stop hurting the Captain. Don’t do this.”

And Nona found herself saying: “I’m ready to die. Really ready.”

“Nothing is really ready to die,” said the Captain.

. . .

Nona looked at the Captain’s face with its closed eyes — still wasted, but not dead, and looking a little less like a piece of fruit someone had sucked all the juice out of.

Nona lay on her back atop the stretched canvas, and Nona’s mouth said: “Just — wait. Just… help me. Help me do this. I might be different, soon.”

Planet ghost arrives to pick up little sister after she called it crying her eyes out earlier that night; thousands wounded hundreds dead natural order continues to be in shambles. To be serious though — Nona’s plea for humanity here has stuck with me so deeply. I love this place. I love these people. Don’t hurt them. The love is stronger than the rage, and Varun listens. She cries mercy, and is heard, if ony momentarily. Not happily and not forever, but it agrees to wait and to help her in the way she needs it to. (“We had the choice to stop”/”I can’t stop it, but you can stop it”............) It ties in very neatly with the overarching themes of vengeance in TLT: that you have to love and care for what’s hurting more than you hate what inflicted the damage, or else very bad things can start to happen. (Also ‘Honesty — doesn’t know any better’ is the funniest and the loveliest part of it to me. Like yeah. If you want to love humanity that’s such a crucial part of it. You have to accept that the Honestys of the world won’t know any better no matter what you do or say and that they’re still worth it; they live here too.)

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth #nona #varun the eater #justice for varun the eater tbh #and judith deuteros is just hanging out as a necromantic telephone line! I'm so sorry about your life judith god #interesting that nona never pleads with varun; she never says 'please'. she's got so much self-worth god bless cam pal and pyrrha

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peachfridges · 9 months

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Heyyyy how are you?? can I request a price x reader? 😭 TYSM

have a good day/night

late that night

summary: you return back from a mission and find yourself going straight to a certain man.

cw: fluff, pre-established relationship, can be read platonically tbh, price is a worrier, mentions of light injuries

pairing: john price x reader

word count: 558

notes: hey anon! i’m doing really well thanks <33 stressed over the mw3 trailer and wtf is gonna happen to soap and price?! i’m so sorry for taking so long to post this but i took a break from writing for a tad too long and now i’m struggling again lololol. ghost request hopefully (fingers crossed fr) will be finished soon but enjoy this short one for the time being!

exhaustion laced every muscle as you dragged your aching body through the base. it was quiet, peaceful almost. there wasn’t many people around, it was late at night and you knew that most would either be asleep or finishing off paperwork for previous missions. that was what you were supposed to be doing right now: paperwork. after spending four days on a ruthless mission that had taken a toll on you more than you cared to admit, you weren’t even given a chance to rest without having to relive the events of the last few days.

you decided it wouldn’t be tonight that you would do it. being a sergeant did in fact have its perks in a job like this. instead, your legs carries you in a familiar direction, one you took more often than you probably should, for one reason or another.

entering the rec room, you saw ghost finishing off his last mission’s report. happy to finally see someone you knew, you got his attention, “hey ghost.”

his eyes met yours and he visibly relaxed, his rough manchester accent filling the atmosphere around the two of you, “hey y/n. long mission?”

you smiled knowingly, aware that your dark circles had only deepened since you had been away. “you could say that.”

he chuckled slightly and signed off his report, “if you’re going to see him, mind taking this with you? i would take it to him myself but i don’t want to interrupt the two of you.” he looked slightly apologetic with his request, but you appreciated his sentiment.

“of course, now go get some rest.” ghost nodded at your words and made his way to his room. you got changed into something more comfortable than your previous gear. you looked over yourself in the mirror, your dark circles were in fact worse, but the faint outline of a black eye was forming around one. you sighed, fingers reaching to your busted lip which had only recently stopped bleeding. bruises and scrapes cluttered your skin in countless different places, but you knew you’d gotten off a lot better than you could’ve done.

you sighed, but still continued on your previous path towards the captain’s office.

you knocked on his door before opening it gently, as price glanced up at you with a soft smile on his face. you instantly felt better at the sight of him, placing ghost’s report on his desk and sitting on the chair facing him. he took a quick glance through the lieutenant’s papers before placing them to the side. his eyes met yours once again and studied your face, concern glistening in his eyes as he noticed the visible injuries.

you picked up on his concern, quickly attempting to put his mind to rest, “i’m fine, john. been through worse and you know i have.”

he stands up and sighs deeply, your eyes following his movements. “i worry about you.”

“i know you do, but i’m fine. i mean it.” you reach over to him and hold his hand, feeling him relax under your touch. his chest was rising and falling more steadily, and his shoulders had fallen into a casual stance. you smiled as you stood up and hugged your captain. “can’t get rid of me that easily.”

price’s deep chuckle filled the room, “oh trust me, i know.”

#modern warfare 2 #call of duty #captain john price #john price x reader #john price #modern warfare #mw2 #simon riley #simon ghost riley

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Sanji injured his hands and is struggling to get things chopped in the kitchen. Who better to help than the ships swordsman?

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The wood creaks as the ship sways. The ropes of the hammock dig lightly into Sanji’s back as he stares at the lines in the wooden ceiling above him. It’s a daily discomfort, one he doesn’t even notice anymore when he’s tired. But now, he’s wide awake.

The boy’s room is always dark, no matter the time of day. It’s clear to Sanji though that it’s morning. His mind has woken him up as usual, pushing him to go get breakfast ready. For once, the routine is a bitter one.

He runs a hand over his face, wincing at the motion. He lifts his left hand up, framing it against the wood. He stares at the purple bruise across the back of his hand in disgust. It hurts to flex his fingers, to close his hand into a fist, to hold a fucking knife.

He brings his other hand up, glaring at the brace on his middle and ring fingers. His middle one had been dislocated. He can still see the sly grin on the pirate he’d been fighting, his cruel smirk as he realised Sanji’s weakness…his hands.

He’d caught the chef by surprise, smacking an iron bar into the side of Sanji’s head when he’d been distracted by a scream of pain from Nami. He’d crumpled to the ground, already placing his hands flat on the deck to push himself back to his feet, to kick the asshole into oblivion. The world had seemed to stop, the foot coming into his view in slow motion as the oaf had cracked his boot down hard, crushing Sanji’s hands in one stomp.

The pain itself was nothing, the guttural scream from Sanji had come from a place of pure panic as he thought his treasure had been crushed, destroyed. He could feel the dread in his chest, an immeasurable force that had winded him, throwing him into despair in the middle of the battlefield.

Sanji likes to think he would have gotten through it. That he would have beaten the guy despite his state. But he’ll never know, because seconds later Luffy had rammed into the guy at full gum gum rocket speed. He wasn’t sure if his captain had seen what had happened or if it was pure luck that he ended up colliding with the enemy.

Either way, Sanji was once again grateful for his captain. Even if watching the enemy pirate fly off the ship had been bitter-sweet, it was satisfying enough.

Chopper did his best when the fighting ended, examined Sanji’s hands with careful hooves. Worry had been building in Sanji’s throat like a bubbling poison, he could feel his breathes coming shallower and quicket until Chopper had looked up at him with a small smile.

“Nothings broken, Sanji! Although…they may hurt for a while…I’m sorry…”

Sanji ignores the pain of his hands as he pulls a cigarette out, lighting it in his hammock and watching the smoke swirl upwards. He lets himself get a couple of draws in before he forces his legs over the edge of the hammock and jumps softly to the ground.

He’s just going to have to suck it up and use the bruised hand as well as he can to chop. It’s not like he can make it worse, it’s just going to hurt. Although it had been enough last night, trying to prep for dinner. His shaky hand had left his vegetables uneven and ugly in his eyes and it had taken him far too long to get ready. Still, he’ll make do, he must. He has a hungry crew to feed after all.

He gets changed quickly, not bothering to throw a blazer on after going through the agony of buttoning up his shirt. Putting on his shoes is probably the worst of it though, and as soon as he’s in the hallway he lets himself angrily stomp to the kitchen.

He pulls the door to the galley open, surprised that someone has already lit the lanterns in there, as the sun still hasn’t risen this early in the morning.

He freezes in the doorway, blinking stupidly at the silhouette of the person standing against a countertop at the other side of the room. No one is ever up before him,

“Morning, cook.”

Zoro looks like he’s been napping where he stands. His eyes blinking blearily open, trying to focus on the blonde as Sanji shuts the door and marches towards him.

“What the hell are you doing here, Mosshead? I swear if you’ve touched anything in the pantry-”

Sanji is already rolling up his cuffs as he makes his way to stand in front of the green-haired idiot. He tries to hide his flinch as his hands slip on his sleeves, a simple motion so frustratingly difficult.

“Relax, Curley.” Zoro doesn’t seem phased by the aggression. He just yawns in Sanji’s face, undisturbed by the way Sanji is swinging his hip, rearing up a kick.

“I thought you might need someone helping you with sousing or whatever…” The swordsman looks away from Sanji as he speaks.

If Sanji had been shocked at the doorway, he’s floored now. He’s pretty sure his brain has short-circuited somewhere, the lightning flashes in his brain overflowing with static as he tries to piece together what the blush on the other’s face means.

“Sousing? Do you mean a fucking sous chef, you moron?”

His words are harsh, but there’s no bite to them. Sanji is struggling to close his mouth, just gawking at Zoro as the he begins to fidget under Sanji’s gaze.

“Whatever.” Zoro shrugs, like it’s not a big deal, like anyone can be a sous chef.

Sanji tsks, taking out another cigarette to calm his nerves as the scene become unbearably uncomfortable. It’s so out of character for Zoro, it’s freaking Sanji out.

“A sous chef is a serious role in a kitchen, Mossy. You wouldn’t even keep up as a porter.”

Sanji can practically see the red tick on the back of Zoro’s head as he whips his eyes back to Sanji’s, glaring at him again. At least that’s more normal for them.

“I’m not here to wash dishes.” He hisses, surprising Sanji. Surprised he knew what a porter did in a kitchen.

“What do you want then? I need to start on breakfast, and I’m not in a mood to play make believe with whatever weird fantasy of being a chef is brewing in that moss brain of yours, Marimo.”

“Being a chef? Shut up.” Zoro yells, his cheek bright red at the comment. “As if, why would I need to know how to cook when you’re more than willing to do it? I just noticed how shitty you were at cutting stuff for dinner last night, and figured you needed some help.”

Ah. So that’s what this was about. What an asshole! Underestimating Sanji…

“As if you’d know what well cut vegetables were like if they slapped you in the face and decorated your swords.” Sanji barks, his leg flying up and down towards Zoro’s shoulder, intent on dislocating it.

Zoro’s eyes widen for a brief second before he brings a hand up to catch Sanji’s ankle, his grip like iron as he holds Sanji’s leg in place. The blonde hops briefly on his other leg, getting comfortable in his stance as he tries to push his leg past the hold.

“As if I’d ever need your help.” Sanji spits, shame burning in his gut at the thought. He wasn’t helpless, he could do this. He doesn’t need Zoro’s pity.

“I don’t need to say shit, Ero-cook. You know I’m right.” Zoro grins, knowing the best way to get through to the idiot cook is to have him accept what Zoro is saying, rather than make him admit Zoro is right.

He pulls at Sanji’s ankle, forcing the other to follow the tug until he’s leaning closer to Zoro, forced to look him dead in the eye. Their bodies are pulled against one another, Zoro relaxed while Sanji is all tense lines. His body straining to remain upright in this position, despite his flexibility, it’s not the easiest.

“Let go.” He hisses, wondering if he can manage to swing the other leg up in this position, but worried Zoro would drop him and any support he has the second his grounded leg lifts.

“Let me cut.” Zoro counters, looking the cook up and down in his compromising position, enjoying the flush of anger that colours Sanji’s face at the move.

Sanji weighs up his options. He can either tussle with the idiot for the next few minutes, he’d obviously win, but it would take time. Sanji isn’t really willing to have breakfast served late to their captain, not with how restless the captain has been while they’ve been searching for a new island.

On the other hand, the thought of letting anyone, of letting Zoro touch his knifes…it’s not a pleasant feeling. A chef’s knives are sacred to them. He spends hours with them, relying on them, looking after them. Sanji’s eyes flick to Zoro’s katanas…well, maybe if someone was to understand...

“Fine.” Sanji sighs, the fight leaving him as he feels himself getting antsy to have everything ready in time.

Zoro tilts his head, dropping the other’s leg as promised. He didn’t think the chef was going to give in this easily. Then again, Zoro knew from the start Sanji did need the help. The idiot is just being prideful about it.

“But you’re going to do exactly as I say, Marimo. No backtalk when it comes to kitchen work.” Sanji points a finger at him, ignoring the pain as he locks eyes with Zoro with the sharpest look he can muster.

“Whatever.” Zoro agrees, not wanting to start another fight.

Sanji turns, ignoring the response as he heats a pan on the stove, pouring a generous amount of oil onto it before he takes out a chopping board, grabbing onions and bell peppers from the pantry and leaving them beside the wooden block.

He can feel Zoro standing behind him like a shadow, watching his movements with interest as Sanji hovers a hand over his block of knives. He swallows back a nervous lump as he picks one up.

“Dice them, you know even little squares.” He passes Zoro the knife, holding the handle out to him.

Zoro rolls his eyes, trying to hold back his exasperation as he mutters a quiet “I know what diced means.”

Sanji chooses to ignore him as he goes to find some eggs. Not trusting himself to watch Zoro without grabbing the knife out of the oaf’s hand and doing it himself. He tries not to flinch as a rhythmic beating fills the kitchen, the sounds of the knife hitting steadily off the wood as Zoro gets to work.

Sanji focuses on breaking and whisking the eggs. The task isn’t easy on his hands either, but it doesn’t require the same amount of precision and force as chopping does. When the eggs look well whisked and fluffy, he turns to see Zoro is leaning against the counter.

The onions and peppers lay waiting in a bowl that Sanji had left beside the chopping board. They’re well cut, the pieces almost in perfect uniform to one another. It’s both a relief and extremely annoying that the swordsman is actually good at it.

“Not bad.” Sanji comments as he takes the bowl and pours the contents into the pan, the kitchen filling with the sound of sizzling oil. Sanji focuses on spicing things as Zoro quietly washes the knife and places it back in the block.

There’s a weird warmth in Sanji’s chest from the gesture. He ignores it by barking at Zoro.

“You can set the table if you’re just going to stand around.”

He misses the eye roll he receives in response.

By the time Sanji has the eggs scrambled, Zoro has set the table and placed the last of their bread onto the table, surrounded by butter and the different jams that Sanji liked to lay out.

It’s not long before the rest of the crew wake up, strolling into the kitchen in various moods and energy levels as they all get through the morning at their own pace. Sanji smiles as he serves coffee to the ladies and dishes out breakfast to everyone.

Luffy comes bounding in demanding the bacon that Sanji had put on last, knowing it was best hot and ready to go for the nutcase.

He barely spares a glance at Zoro throughout the meal. It’s only as everyone disappears from the kitchen table, plates piling up and ready to clean, that Sanji notices it’s Zoro carrying them over to the sink for him.

It’s Zoro that stands at his side again with a towel, taking the cleaned plates and drying them before stacking them to be put away.

As Sanji carefully dries his hands, gently patting around the bruise and doing his best not to jostle his brace, he finally looks at the swordsman who has just shoved the dishes back into their cabinet.

“Oi.”

Zoro turns to look at him, his eye twitching uncertainly like he’s waiting for Sanji to yell at him.

“Thank, Marimo.”

There’s a pause. An unusual silence, a tension clenching the air between them. A weight to a simple word that neither of them really know how to hold.

“Don’t mention it, dart-brows.” Zoro shrugs, his hand grabbing his hilts on reflex before he leaves the room.

Sanji lets out a held breath as the door closes, slumping against the sink as he’s left alone.

Is he going to have to go through this again at lunch?

His hearth thumps insistently against his chest, almost as wild as when he gushes over the ladies on the ship.

He did not need this; he thinks bitterly as he stares at his hands.

He has enough to worry about now than thinking about Zoro’s hands clasping his knife-

Nope.

No, he’s not going there.

He needs a fucking cigarette.

#one piece zosan #roronoa zoro #sanji #zosan #one piece #zoro x sanji #zosan fanfic #fanfic #vinsmoke sanji #zoro #hurt sanji #caring zoro #sanji hurt his hands #soft boys

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sky-fire-forever · 5 months

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Being a Our Flag Means Death fan whose favorite characters are Izzy AND Ed is wild. Because I'll be in the Izzy Hands tag and I'll see posts about how horrible Ed is and how you shouldn't like him and how his arc sucked and actually he's terrible and unforgivable

And then I'll be in the Edward Teach tag and I'll see posts about how Izzy is the real villain and how him dying is so good for his arc and Ed is finally free of him

I genuinely think people who try to make either Izzy or Ed into the perfect victims who never did anything wrong are kinda... boring? I dunno. Imo pretending that either of them are completely innocent is a disservice to their characters. But so is acting like either of them are terrible, unforgivable people

Ed abused Izzy. He was nasty to him and incredibly physically violent towards him as a routine. He abused not only Izzy, but the entire crew. He was beyond cruel. He struggles with understanding the severity of his own actions and disassociates to deal with his more horrific crimes. He drives Izzy to a suicide attempt after abusing him directly and mutilating him repeatedly. He gives a non-apology and is grumpy when the people he tortured don't automatically forgive him

Ed is also a survivor of his own abuse, both from his father and Hornigold. He's someone who desperately wants to be a better person, but doesn't understand how. He's someone who loves people a lot, but who also genuinely doesn't understand what love IS. He doesn't understand romance or gentleness or how to exist in a world without violence. But he tries really hard to become something that doesn't come naturally to him. He tries to learn how to become a good person and gets frustrated when he makes mistakes

Ed constantly relapses into abusive tendencies or doesn't realize that his behavior is wrong. But he very genuinely TRIES. He's someone who clearly struggles with empathy, with understanding that what's fun for him is traumatizing to others. He struggles with understanding that just because he's ready to move on, that doesn't mean everyone else has to

I don't think that's a flaw in his writing! I think that's a character flaw and it's actually something about Ed that really, really interests me!

(I do think there's some issue in the way the narrative presents it, with the crew going along with Ed's non-apology and then Lucius being shamed for still being traumatized, but that's not the point of this particular post)

And then with Izzy

Izzy is a fucking dick. He's a jerk who lashes out against people who aren't part of the group he's deemed worthy of his protection. He views people as either allies or enemies, with very little room for something in between. His allies are only the people in his crew and everyone else can get fucked. He's quite selfish in certain ways and he doesn't care who gets hurt as long as it isn't himself or the people he cares about. He holds himself and others to standards of extremely toxic masculinity. He despises change and resorts to allying with his literal worst enemies just so he can get the guy he likes to be with him again. He's cruel and abusive towards those who are lower than him in rank, constantly making other people feel insecure.

He's also someone who is fiercely loyal, even to his own detriment. He's someone who admits when he's wrong and always tries to fix his own mistakes. When he loses the duel with Stede, he asks Ed to let him stay, but he doesn't actually fight it. He goes peacefully, even if he whines about it. He holds himself accountable to his word and to his bond. He's loyal to Ed as his captain and as his friend/lover. He's loyal to his own crew first and foremost. When he has the British attack The Revenge, it appears as though he saves Ivan and Fang, not just Ed. He expresses disappointment when members of their crew die saving Stede from the Spanish. He protects the Kraken Crew from Ed and even stands up to Ed when he realizes things have gone too far. He's someone who has longed for community, but has only found it recently

Izzy as a character is loyal to a fault. Loyal to Ed to the point where he'll get Stede killed rather than let Ed go soft and betray who he is. And I do genuinely think Izzy thinks Stede dying is the best possible course of action because he's an idiot who is going to get Ed killed because he's a fucking idiot. And Ed being so soft snd not being a pirate is also super dangerous when he's like. The most wanted pirate there is. Izzy is loyal to Ed and to his crew. He's someone who cares too much, but tries to act like he doesn't care at all. He covers up his own insecurity by insulting others and he has a LOT of insecurity

They're both just.... such great characters and I love them both. But neither of them are perfect. They're both so fucked up and that's part of why I love them

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #edward teach #queue-no steel

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Chapter 6*

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•Previous Chapter: Chapter Five

•Next Chapter: Chapter Seven

• New chapters every Thursday

•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

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• Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with * at each chapter. This chapter contains themes of abuse. If this bothers you please do not read.

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The wind whispered through my hair as I guided my ODM gear through the intricate patterns of the training course. My body moved with a dance-like grace, effortlessly slicing through the air to sever the napes of the practice dummies.

The past three days had been a relentless cycle of one-on-one training with Captain Levi. His focus? My ODM gear and nape-slicing skills. Not a word escaped his lips during these sessions; he merely observed, occasionally mirroring my movements with his gear.

"You're using too much gas," Levi's blunt comment reached me as I returned from a practice run, my body dripping with exhaustion. Collapsing to catch my breath, Levi's foot jabbed into my leg, a harsh reminder that rest was a luxury.

"Get up. I didn't say you could sit, brat," he grumbled, his impatience evident.

"You're making unnecessary movements with your gas. Release, then move."

"Are you trying to kill me?" I retorted, still catching my breath. Levi's response was curt.

"It's not impossible."

"Fine. I'll do another run," I conceded, my determination overshadowing the fatigue.

"No. We're finished for right now," Levi declared. "Take five, then meet me on the training fields. We're recruiting today."

His words hung in the air, and I didn't argue. The training had pushed me to my limits, bruises from the gear darkening every day. The ODM gear, a relentless companion, left my thighs raw and my legs trembling. Levi's challenges extended beyond physical strain; they tested my mental fortitude, an arena where I was already grappling with the mess left by Alexander.

The pain echoed not just in my body but in the foggy recesses of my mind. Mentally checked out, I wondered how much more my body could endure and whether the cloudy aftermath of Alexander's actions would ever lift.

Doubts lingered in the air as I took my short break, sweat clinging to my skin from the relentless training. The question haunted me: Was I truly good enough for a spot on a special operations squad, especially one led by someone as formidable as Levi?

My mind circled back to Alexander, the one who knew me best, my companion for the past six years. His silent presence loomed in my thoughts, and a nagging doubt crept in – perhaps he had been trying to protect me, knowing my strengths and weaknesses better than anyone. Maybe he was right; maybe I was too weak for Levi's squad.

Levi made me feel like a mere shadow in his presence. Every spar was a reminder of my incompetence. He urged me to pin him, a simple task, yet one I struggled with. I hadn't even secured a spot in the top ten of my class. So why did Levi choose me? What did Erwin see in me that warranted such a position?

Survival haunted my past, with Alexander by my side for the last six years. Did Erwin consider my mere survival a qualification? My thoughts spiraled, questioning why I had lived through the fall of Wall Maria. Levi's intervention had saved me, but why?

Wouldn't it have been simpler to let me perish? It would have spared everyone the trouble, and given Alexander a chance at happiness. My internal debate echoed with the possibility that perhaps I wasn't meant for Levi's special squad. My presence, a potential burden, could jeopardize him and the entire squad.

Training days blended into a haze of exhaustion, my body pushed beyond its limits. Bruises marked my skin like a roadmap of pain, a testament to Levi's relentless regimen. Mentally checked out from the mess with Alexander, my mind felt clouded, a storm brewing beneath a calm exterior.

The haunting question persisted: Why me? Why did Erwin and Levi see potential in someone who couldn't even pin their captain during sparring? A whisper of doubt insinuated that maybe I was a mere survivor, not a true Scout.

I just keep going in circles.

I questioned Levi's motives, Alexander's warnings, and my abilities. Was I destined for more than just survival?

As I reached the training fields, Levi's gaze met mine. Where was the emotion that lay behind those eyes? Inner turmoil gripped me, a symphony of conflicting emotions. Every move felt like a step closer to revealing my inadequacy.

"You're late." Levi's voice broke through my thoughts. "I said five minutes, not twenty."

"I lost track of time." I stumbled over my words.

"Save it." Levi groaned. "My office after dinner."

"Yes sir," I said to him as we walked towards the group's training.

The sun dipped lower, casting a golden hue over the training grounds. Levi's voice cut through the air, a command that echoed with authority.

"I need high ground." His groan spoke of a tactical mind at work, and without hesitation, he navigated the field, reaching the closest building.

With practiced ease, he utilized his ODM gear to ascend, his silhouette against the darkening sky. From my vantage point below, he seemed like a shadow, a silent observer seeking an advantage. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, scanned the training fields.

"Oi," his voice rang down at me, a summon I couldn't ignore. "What the hell are you waiting for? Get up here."

The dread settled in, knowing that the pain of using my ODM gear awaited, yet duty demanded my ascent.

With gritted teeth, I propelled myself upwards, each motion a reminder of the physical toll training had taken on me. When I reached the rooftop, Levi had already claimed his spot, his eyes fixed on the recruits below. The town sprawled beyond, a canvas painted in the hues of dusk.

"Wherever I go, you go," Levi declared his words a simple directive that held more weight than spoken. His gaze remained focused on the ongoing training, looking for potential new members of his squad.

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The world below unfolded like a patchwork quilt as we soared through the dense woods. The ODM gear granted us an exhilarating freedom, taking us to untouched corners of the training grounds. The rush of wind against my face, the feeling of power coursing through every movement—it was a sensation unlike any other.

"Guys! Stop!" Hange's voice echoed through the trees, halting our swift progress. Alexander, always the assertive one, zoomed past me, hooking into the trees ahead. "Get up here, Hange!" he called out, his words carrying a playful challenge.

"Yeah, Hange, stop being scared and come join us!" I added my teasing encouragement. Hange's reluctance toward the ODM gear was known, a fear born from a face-first landing during their first attempt.

"Our gear is supposed to be used for emergencies only on this exercise, remember?" Hange's voice drifted from below, a reminder of the rules we were supposed to follow. But rules were always meant to be bent, weren't they?

Following Alexander's echoed voice, I found him perched high on a sturdy branch. "Come here," he beckoned, and I ascended to join him.

"What's up?" I asked, settling onto the branch beside him. The scenery spread out below us, a sea of treetops and greenery.

"Enjoy the view with me," he suggested, and I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty surrounding us.

"It's beautiful," I commented, my gaze lost in the vastness of the woods.

"Yeah, but you're prettier," he said with a casual grin, a compliment that never failed to make my cheeks flush. His words, always laced with a charming boldness, echoed back to the first day we met at training camp.

"Wherever I go, you go. Okay?" Alexander's tone shifted his words carrying a weight of seriousness.

"I can't afford to lose you, Iris."

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The memory lingered, a snapshot of unspoken promises amid the rustling leaves. As I returned to the present, perched on a rooftop with Captain Levi, the echoes of those words whispered through the air, a reminder of something that once was.

"Are you done daydreaming?" Levi's baritone voice asked cutting through my thoughts.

"I-" I stumbled over my words but it was pointless.

"Do you see anyone from the squad below worth our time?"

"Oluo and Eld." I quickly said. "They work well together."

"Oluo doesn't take his training seriously. All he's done is talk." Levi observed. "Who's his captain?"

"Alexander."

I saw Levi's gaze in the corner of my eyes. It wasn't too kind but it wasn't angry either.

"Should have known, guessing Eld was on your old squad as well?"

"Yes sir. Oluo has fifteen solo kills and Eld has ten. Together they've had ten assists. They work really well together." I explained to him. "We have a lot of trust in each other."

"Trust?"

"Yeah, without trust, you're as good as dead," I muttered, avoiding Levi's eyes as my gaze lingered on the vast landscape below. His eyes, usually intense, now held a curiosity that felt like it delved into my very thoughts.

"What are you guys doing up there?" Alexander's voice snapped the fragile thread connecting us, and I turned my attention to the man with ash-brown hair, scowling up at us.

Levi and I exchanged a swift glance, a momentary understanding that vanished in the face of Alexander's intrusion.

I haven't seen Alexander in the last couple of days. The mess hall had been a lonely place without him, and the tension that lingered between us found no resolution in his avoidance.

"Recruiting," I responded, breaking the silence with words that carried more weight than he could fathom. The distance between us felt like an unspoken chasm, fueled by his baseless accusations.

"Well, recruit somewhere else. My squad's off-limits."

Alexander's words, delivered with a glare aimed directly at me, cut through the air like a knife. Levi, embodying an unexpected calm, stood up and gracefully descended from the roof, landing in front of Alexander.

"Problem, soldier?"

As they faced each other, I stood on the roof, caught between past accusations and an uncertain future.

"Yeah, there is. You're interrupting a training session with my squad," he snapped, his stern gaze fixed on Levi.

The towering figure of Alexander made Levi appear even smaller. Anyone could sense the tension and understanding that Alexander wasn't about to extend a warm welcome.

"Your soldiers lack discipline if being observed is a distraction."

Levi had a calm and confident demeanor that I know made Alexander mad. His words lingered in the air like the tension between them, prompting me to leap off the roof and join Levi on the ground. I could feel the squad converging, drama was the scouts favorite activity after all.

"Then that's more of a reason to move along and recruit elsewhere. My squad's off-limits."

"Nothing is off-limits for me. I have free rein to choose any member of the regiment, whether they want to join or not. Including you." Levi's assertive voice could be heard all around us.

"And who gave you such power?" Alexander questioned, his disbelief apparent.

"Commander Erwin. I'd love to chit-chat about meaningless shit all day, but I have a job to do."

With those words, Levi turned and walked away, leaving a stunned squad and a seething Alexander in his wake.

"Get back to training," Alexander bellowed at his squad, eyes lingering.

As Levi walked away, leaving Alexander fuming with frustration, the tension in the air lingered longer than it should have. I felt the weight of Alexander's disapproval as he turned his piercing gaze toward me.

He grabbed my wrist, leading me away from the unfolding drama. As we entered the nearby building, my thoughts raced, trying to make sense of the power dynamics shifting within the regiment.

What have I gotten myself into? The clash between these two is like a storm, and I'm standing in the middle of it.

Alexander's grip on my wrist tightened as he led me away from the gathering crowd. The building's interior enveloped us, shielding our conversation from prying eyes.

"Explain yourself, Iris," Alexander demanded, his voice low and harsh.

I struggled to find the right words, torn between defending Levi's actions and pacifying Alexander's evident anger. This is a delicate dance, and one wrong step could lead to more trouble.

"He's just doing his job, Alexander. Recruiting for the Special Ops," I offered cautiously.

Alexander's scowl deepened.

"And you think that gives him the right to disrupt my training session? To challenge the authority of my squad?"

I bit my lip, contemplating my response. How do I make him understand without making things worse?

"He's persistent, but it doesn't mean he disrespects you or your squad. He sees potential, that's all," I tried to reason, trying to choose my words wisely.

Alexander's eyes bore into mine, searching for sincerity. "Potential or not, this isn't the way to go about it. We have rules, and he can't just waltz in and disregard them."

"Just trust Erwin. He knows what he's doing." I said trying to calm his nerves.

The room hung heavy with tension, a suffocating silence enveloping us. I turned to face Alexander, uncertainty clawing at my insides. His gaze, cold and unforgiving, pierced through me like a blade. The air was filled with unspoken words, and I felt my stomach plummet into an abyss of dread.

Before I could comprehend the storm about to erupt, my body stumbled backward, colliding with the sturdy desk behind me. Panic surged as I braced myself, my trembling hands reaching out to steady the chaos within me. The echo of the impending storm reverberated through the room, drowning out any semblance of peace.

A sharp contact against the right side of my face sent shockwaves through my senses. I winced, instinctively cradling the stinging pain. The heavy breathing in the room intertwined with the shiver that ran down my spine. The sting of tears welled up, soothing the physical ache but doing nothing to quell the storm raging within.

"Who do you think you are?"

Alexander's voice cut through the silence, each word a lash against my already battered composure. He advanced, a looming presence that seized control of the room. His hand found a fistful of my hair, yanking me mercilessly closer to him. I bit back a cry, my eyes locked with his, a silent plea for mercy.

"Do you think I'm fucking dumb?"

His words lashed out like a whip, each syllable seething with anger. His grip on the back of my head tightened, and I felt the world tilt under the force of his rage.

"Answer me."

His demand hung in the air, a command that brooked no disobedience. I swallowed hard, my voice a fragile whisper in the charged atmosphere.

"No."

The tears streamed down, tracing a path of despair on my cheeks. His eyes bore into the raw vulnerability laid bare before him. My body was locked in the vice of his anger, and I braced myself for the tumultuous storm. His words sliced through the room, anger boiling beneath the surface.

"Tell that captain of yours to stay the fuck away from our squad."

Another demand hung in the air, a venomous command that echoed in the silence. I nodded, a silent acknowledgment, but it was never enough. His fist collided with my face, a burst of pain and frustration.

"When I ask you something, you answer. Got it?" His voice was a relentless storm, demanding compliance.

"Yes," I whispered, the word hanging in the charged atmosphere.

"Do you understand what's going to happen if you don't listen to me?" His question sent shivers down my spine, and my voice trembled as I replied,

"Yes."

The weight of his expectations bore down on me, and I felt the vulnerability in my compliance.

"Good. Now come here," he said, lifting me off the floor and holding me close. His touch was a paradox of comfort and pain, his hand gentle in my hair as he cradled me. I felt his lips press against the very spot his fist had struck moments ago.

"Please listen, Iris. I do this because I love you." His words were a desperate plea, a conflicted confession that hung in the air. He squeezed me one last time before releasing his hold, his departure leaving an emptiness in the room. He didn't look back, and the silence that followed echoed with the weight of unspoken struggles. I was left standing, all alone in the dark training room while the day still passed on.

It wasn't the first time he hit me.

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Authors Note:

Abuse is never to be romanticized. This is to spread awareness and help others cope in different outlets. You are not alone.

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National Domestic Violence Hotline: 800-799-7233

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Love is stored in New Jersey (Nico/Jack)

Summary Nico hadn't realized how much he had been struggling this season until someone started leaving little presents in his stall. There was no reason why these seemingly mundane items would have such a potent magical aura. He doesn't question it because it makes him feel better— play better— until his curiosity started to gnaw at him. He didn't figure it out until after the plane ride back from Nashville— it just so happens, the calendar had ticked over to Valentine's Day.

For General Audiences | Secret Admirer/Modern with Magic AU (Still Hockey Players) This fic was written for @nightshadehasblorbos as part of @hockeyficexchange's Valentine’s Day HRPF exchange! Thank you to @imperatorrrrr for being my partner in crime creativity and @devilssacrament, @forgottenflowers and @wyattjohnston for being my emotional support betas.

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Below the cut: I did end up writing a little blurb that touches on how the magic in this universe works; you don't need to read it to understand the fic but it's a fun bonus prologue if you're interested.

Everyone has magic. For the majority of people, it’s just a slight tingle under their skin they can barely control— it can make their coffee the perfect temperature or keep a traffic light green for a moment longer in an emergency. Most of the others are more adept users— Magics— are able to perform complicated spells or rituals. Then, there are the fae-touched— as they’re called in the old world— or the Gifted— as they’re called in America.

When Nico Hischier’s magic came in the day before his fourteenth birthday— January 3rd, 2013, he had already known that he would be special. It had been clear to his parents that he had inherited his mother’s Gift when he pulled a tiny spark from Nina’s teddy bear when he was only four years old. They had spent his childhood preparing him for the wonders and the responsibilities of being Gifted, and he took his role very seriously.

The way his mom always explained it: people need the Gifted, like her and like Nico, to keep the magic alive and balanced— to keep everything running. So, Nico had poured himself into his craft; it made him a better hockey player, and more importantly, it made him a better teammate. When he was named Captain of the New Jersey Devils, he put an even heavier burden on himself to make sure everyone on the team had what they needed.

He knew it was not all on him— the team has a Gifted trainer, and both Jonas and Johnny could help— but the thing is, Nico’s also always known his Gift was different— special— more potent than most others— not that he’s met that many other Gifteds, they’re pretty rare after all. Attachment, nostalgia, and comfort— love is what Nico’s Gift pulls from the aether, and love is the purest fuel for magic.

He just wished that people wouldn’t assume that he had all that much luck with love. Unlike his besotten parents and both his lovestruck siblings, he was painfully single. It’s fine— It’s fine because the most important thing right now was the team— The team and winning the Cup.

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ayo! how you been doing? i’m kinda good but y’know, school😵

but while spacing out in math i thought about smt. how would the acolytes react to affectionate creator! isekaid! reader?

oh? you came across another break through with the art of khemia? good job, Albedo! *headpats*

your pancakes never disappoint Noelle dear *headpats*

i’m sure they’re all proud of you xiao. so don’t blame yourself *hug*

please just talk it out and re-unite already aether, lumine *squeezes them totally not bc i’m a traveler kinnie and main*

- that one graveyard visiting anon

I really wanted to write some scenarios for this one bc its so cute but my hands are full from the event atm DX but have some thoughts.

EDIT: I really can't do short answers huh? I didn't really put too much time in editing so characters might be a bit off

Warning: Not proofread!! Childe background story spoilers

So, I think this would work best with the characters that are socially awkward or have a desperate need for safety/affection. Some candidates:

Kaeya

For someone who looks socially confident, he's got some unsolved trauma and no secure relationships in his life. (Not after what happened with Diluc. Even if they reconciled, there is still a scar never to be healed again.) So it’s always been a struggle for him to show his true self. When you come around he'll feel conflicted about his emotions.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. You're kind and you've always been there for him, - but he can't help the 'what if's' that appear whenever he tries to open up.

What if there's someone better out there? What if he's no longer the cool and fun cavalry captain when he opens up? When will he eventually be rejected or abandoned?

These thoughts swirl inside his head like a parasite, but you've always been the brightest light in his life. He won't be too surprised if one day you'll outshine the shadows of his past.

It's somewhere in the evening when you drop by his office. Nothing spectacular happened that day, you simply wanted to check up on him.

And you're glad you did. Piles of unfinished paperwork lay on his desk and while he tries to hide it, exhaustion peeks through his smile. He’s always been one to downplay his emotions.

With your own smile you walk over to Kaeya. His hair falls in front of his eyepatch and you gently brush some strands away. You've always had the need to be close to people, something Kaeya never seems to mind, and so you wrap your arms around him as he sits down in his office chair.

His body freezes in place when the words leave your lips. 'I'm proud of you, Kaeya.' - something he hadn't heard in forever. Kaeya forces himself to bite down any emotion that came with it. He didn't want to be a burden, to be anything else than someone fun to be around.

But you somehow seemed to catch up on his silent wishes. You always did.

He wished he had the courage to tell you how much it means to him when you check up on him after a long day.

For now he'll simply hold onto your affection. Like a child clinging onto their teddybear at night, it's his comfort when the world grows dark.

Childe

Man's been robbed out of his childhood and innocence. At age 14 he was forced to kill or be killed, trained until he formed the Foul Legacy to survive in the abyss. And when he finally submerged from that pit he got sent away to the Fatui because his family couldn't handle him anymore.

Childe is no saint. But when you have that adorable frown on your face as you scold him for his injuries, he feels a bit more 'normal'.

In the back of Childe's mind, he's always convinced that people need ulterior motives to be kind. Perhaps it's because he's surrounded by the fatui, harbingers - the most dangerous persons on Teyvat and has seen several abyssal creatures. No one is kind.

Either way, he can't stop or deny the dark thoughts that seem to pop up at the most unconventional moments.

He lifts his arm up, giving you access to the cut he'd gotten in battle. Your smaller hands are moving around too quick for his liking, bandaging him and cleaning his wounds with unnecessarily fragility. Under any other circumstance, he'd shrug the wound off and continue the day without any more care.

You're talking. It's a soothing noise to him. He doesn't really hear what you're rambling about, though. He's trying to focus but his mind is in shambles.

You're so gentle. What if he'll snap one day? Will you forgive him? What if the abyss finds you?

Somewhere in the process of thinking he grabbed your hand. He only realized so when you gently squeezed back in his hold. “Are you okay? If it hurts please tell me.” Your gentle gaze meets his blank one.

His hair shakes along with his head. “I'm alright.”

For now, he had no witty comeback. He'd be silent, enjoying this moment of torture as you finally give him what he's lost at 14 years old; care and affection

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hi! i love your writing! i have a prompt for colin and isaac (platonic) please! could you write something where colin gets hurt- maybe one of the more serious injuries he's had while playing, and isaac is beside himself with worry and being a protective bestie the whole time, maybe with a hug and isaac managing to throw in a stilted 'i love you' to colin after colin's all patched up?

What a delight to write these two! Thank you for the prompt!

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“You did that on fucking purpose, you smarmy arsehole!”

Typical, really, that Jamie’s screeching voice was the first to cut through the white haze of pain that had enveloped Colin’s senses. The man spoke at a pitch that really carried.

He still sounded distant, though, which was a good indicator the outrage wasn’t directed at Colin himself. In fact, now more of the outside world was filtering in, he could hear a lot of yelling that was happening above and around him.

Oh, and a whistle. That was loud.

He must have groaned or given some other kind of indication he was awake and aware since firm hands planted themselves on his shoulder and head.

“Don’t move, yet, Hughes. They’re bringing out a stretcher for you.”

“What happened?” Colin asked, though it came out as a mushy mumble of nonsense, rather than actual words. He tried to open his eyes, not managing more than a pained squint in the face of the harsh light that punished him for the effort.

“Is he awake? Let me through!” That was definitely Isaac, a realisation that made Colin relax. It was fine if he didn’t know what was going on - his captain was looking out for him.

“Calm down, McAdoo, let us do our jobs. We need to get him off the pitch.”

A whistle sounded again and Colin flinched when it seared through his head. “Fucking hell.”

The nameless figure holding him down gave an amused huff. “See? He’s fine. Now clear a path.”

Seconds, minutes, maybe hours passed Colin by in a blur of more hands and lights and voices. Sense crept back in gradually, impeded by dips in and out of consciousness and the heady pull of medication that worked to force the pain beneath a wash of numbness.

Eventually, though, he came back to himself. Sore, nauseated and confused above all else.

It wasn’t grass under his hands anymore. Instead, his fingers dug into soft sheets as he struggled towards wakefulness. The shouting and whistles and chaos had been replaced by a soft, rhythmic beeping.

Colin opened his eyes. “Am I in hospital?”

“Jesus!” Someone startled to his right and it took more effort than was really fair to turn his head. Isaac was poised half-out of a chair at Colin’s bedside, staring at him like he’d just seen a ghost. “You’re awake,” he stated.

“Yeah, thanks for that, mate.” Colin made a valiant attempt at sitting up and was immediately halted by a spike of pain through his skull. “Ahhhh no, not doing that, fuck…”

“Shit. Here, let me…” Isaac scrambled for what looked like a bulky old tv remote and held down a button. The bed rose steadily under Colin’s back and left him in a gently reclined position with much less fuss. “Better?”

“Yeah, yeah, loads. Thanks.” Colin cleared his throat, looking around at the small, quiet room. The only things of note were the machines and equipment currently hooked up to him in one way or another. “Why am I in the hospital?”

“You don’t remember?” Isaac frowned. “You got kicked in the fucking head, bruv.”

Colin blinked. That explained the headache, then. “Oh. How’d that happen?”

Isaac sank back into his chair and dragged his hands over his face. He was still in his Richmond trackies.

“You got tackled in the first half. Went down hard.” Colin remembered that bit, vaguely. Another player’s foot had clattered against his shins before his momentum sent him to the ground. “Colbridge ran right over your skull. Said it was an accident.”

Colin winced, reaching up to check that his head was, in fact, all in one piece. He could feel a patch of gauze taped in place above his left temple. “Was it?” he croaked.

Something dark passed over Isaac’s expression. “Dunno. Jamie didn’t think so. He got sent off for taking a swing.”

“What?!” Colin gaped at Isaac’s unaffected shrug. “What happened with the match? Did we win?”

“Two all. It don’t matter.”

“Of course it does, mate! We needed the points!” Colin groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Roy’s going to be so mad.”

“Yeah, well, he went in front of the cameras and demanded a League investigation so he’s probably going to be pissed off for a bit anyway. I should text him, actually, he wanted to know when you were awake…”

“Investigation?” Colin repeated faintly. “That not a bit much, mate?”

Isaac fell quiet and Colin chanced another look at him. His face was set in deep, solemn lines, eyes flitting over Colin’s frame every so often, as if checking he was still as intact as at the last glance.

“You didn’t see yourself,” he said finally, quiet. “Blood all over you. You wouldn’t wake up properly, couldn’t answer any of the medics’ questions. Beard went with you in the ambulance and we all had to just… keep playing. It was bad.”

He leaned back in his chair, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“Then we got off the pitch and couldn’t come see you right away. The fucking press kept showing the footage over and over, and Jamie was getting questioned about what he did, and Roy was storming around yelling at everyone…” Isaac shook his head. “We were really worried, mate. I didn’t know if…”

“Oh.” Colin said again, not sure what else he could add to all that. The thought of his unconscious, bleeding face being broadcast across the country was more than a little disconcerting. “Did... Has anyone phoned my mum?”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, sorry,” Isaac nodded quickly. “Nate called her while Roy dealt with the press stuff. Told her you were gonna be alright as soon as we got the okay from the doctors. And I got a hold of Michael. Rebecca’s sent a car to drive him up from London.”

Colin blinked. That was nice. “How long have I been out?”

Isaac checked his phone for the time before opening up a chat window. “Match ended about four hours ago. He should be here soon, actually.”

He typed out a few rapid messages while Colin digested all that information. Head wounds bleed a lot, he knew. It wasn’t surprising that he’d made a scary picture. It still seemed like Isaac was on edge, though, considering he’d apparently been given the all clear.

“Surprised Jamie was the one who got a red card,” he ventured eventually. Isaac snorted.

“Yeah, well, the rest of us were holding back Richard and forgot to keep him in check too.”

“Why did he think it wasn’t an accident?”

Isaac’s thumbs paused over his screen. He didn’t meet Colin’s eyes. “... he got to you first. Head Colbridge say some shit. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“Isaac.” He smiled a little when his friend reluctantly raised his head. “I can handle it, boyo.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” Isaac objected immediately. He huffed. “He was being a homophobic piece of shit and it’s not your problem, alright? Like I said, Jamie smacked him and Roy’s taking care of the official stuff. It’s being sorted.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Colin sighed, looking down at his hands. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s not your fault,” Isaac cut him off firmly. “It’s him, and the League, and every other fucker who thinks they’ve got any right to...”

He quietened down again, all the fight seeping out of his broad frame with another look at his friend laid up in a hospital bed.

“This doesn’t get to happen again.”

Colin swallowed against the swell of emotion in his throat and closed his eyes again when his vision blurred. He did his best to ignore the streak of tears he felt run down his cheek and trusted Isaac to do the same. “Yeah, alright. Whatever you say, captain.”

The careful arms around his shoulders were a surprise.

Isaac didn’t squeeze tight or pull him closer, just held him against his solid, warm weight. It was unbearably comforting and Colin tentatively put his arms around him in kind, mindful of the wires and tubes connected to his hands.

“I’ll be alright, y’know,” he told him gently. Isaac made a soft, wet sound.

“I love you too, bruv. Should have said it before." Now he squeezed, seemingly taking strength from it. "This doesn’t happen again.”

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Pairing: Izzy Hands x gn!reader

Synopsis: Will Izzy's guilt continue to drive him away from being by your side or will he finally accept the light and free himself from the brewing darkness within?

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who voted. I hope this is everything you want! This chapter follows the events of the Bonus Anti-Hero chapter, so if you haven't read it, you can follow the 'previous chapter' link above.

Content Warning: Knives, mention of injuries, trauma, vomiting, mentions of drowning, blood, begging for death and angst. I think that's everything. This series is 18+, so minors dni. Go away (politely).

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"I can't do this, Captain." you admitted through gritted teeth, as you leaned heavily onto the bucket you cradled between your legs.

You were in Hell. Actually Hell. So sure you had died upon the treacherous waves and were now bring subjected to the worst of tortures. Perhaps that was why you were yet to see Izzy yet. Despite his own harsh opinions of himself, you truly believed that Israel Hands was a good man. Maybe even one of the best you had had the good fortune of meeting, during your travels across the seven seas. No, someone as loyal- albeit, sometimes misguided and stubborn in their decisions- would be in Hell alongside you.

The co-captain could tell you were struggling and damn it, he felt completely powerless to ease your suffering. He himself was no stranger to infected wounds and all the delightful symptoms that entailed. The fever, the shivers, the nausea- all played a part in the general unpleasantness that came with an injury. "You have to, okay? I know you want to give up right now but you can't. Just be brave for me a little bit longer, yeah?" not a wordsmith by nature, he was doing his best to comfort you. Was that not what Edward had always craved when he had fallen ill on Hornigold's ship? Just someone to hold his hand and tell him it was going to be alright. Such a simple request that had been denied to him time and time again. Of course, then he had met Izzy but that was a walk down memory lane for another time. "That's it, there you go. You're okay." the small circles he rubbed into your back, were most welcome, while to once again coughed your guts up into the bucket. "What's the diagnosis, doc?" Edward focused his attention upon the other man present in the room.

"The wounds infected. Looks like there's pus gathering. Probably going to have to drain it. Truthfully," there was a pause as the medical professional chose his words carefully. "things are going to get a lot worse before it gets better." he had seen wounds worse than the one inflicted upon your body. Though certain you would live to see your next voyage, the gentleman was still exercising extreme caution when it came to treating you. One small mistake or negligence on his part and it would be lights out for you. "I'm also concerned about the fever and vomiting but let's focus on one thing at a time."

"Captain, it'd be quicker just run me through with a sword."

"And probably less painful." the doctor joked, hoping to add some lightness to the dire situation but his quip did not garner the jovial response he had been hoping for. Instead, Ed glared daggers at him. Oh, if looks could kill, the sliver of a men would have been dead a thousand times over. "Ahem, anyway. I'll go an prepare my tools. I won't be long." he excused himself, wanting to make a hasty retreat. Ed's reputation preceeded him and the doctor just prayed that he made it out of this house all with all of his bones intact and fingers still attached to his body.

Upon his exit, you heard a murmured exchange between him and another in the hallway but your focus was on the raging fire that engulfed your entire being and the churning in your stomach, that threatened to provoke another round of coughing up your guts.

"How're ya hanging in there, kid?" though his words were good-humoured, there was a undeniable tenderness in your Captain's actions, as he brought a cool wash cloth to your fash, washing away any rogue spittle from around your mouth. It felt almost perverse to have the legendary Blackbeard dote upon you in your time of need but hey, you were not going to start counting chickens. You were just grateful to be a part of a misfit crew, who cared about one another and that you could call family.

"Just fucking kill me already, Captain." you all but begged, already struggling under the immense physical exertions of your current symptoms. Though not known to be a coward by nature, you were fully prepared to be removed from the rotation of existence, if it meant forgoing the experience of more afflictions upon your persons.

Oh, how the pirate knew the wanting of death well. How many times had he begged Izzy to out him out of his misery, during their time together on the Queen Anne? Hell, Ed had literally handed the First Mate a gun and giaded the man to shoot him right there and then, when he had been in the wicked grasps of the Kraken. "Mmm, can't do that. Sorry." he replied almost playfully, trying to lighten the mood slightly, as he aimed to pull your thought process away from such dark desires.

"Fuck you, then. I guess." you grumbled miserably, wondering if Izzy had been by your side, would he have relented to your request? Perhaps if you annoyed him enough, he may have run you through with his sword.

"You heard the doc, it'll 'get worse before it gets better'. Just gotta weather this storm and then it'll be...fuck, what's the metaphor Stede uses? Oh, yeah! Sunny skies!"

"Yeah, no offence but Captain Stede isn't the one who's about to have his arm fucking-"

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"Drained? Oh...that doesn't sound very pleasant." Stede grimaced, nose and mouth scruching in that irritating way, that never failed to irk the First Mate, whom stood diligently beside him.

"It's not. It's incredibly painful. I'll try and administer some kind of mild sedative to help lower the pain levels but really, some decent rum will probably take the edge off better." the doctor further explained, his gaze shifting between the two men. There was something incredibly unnerving about the way the silver-haired pirate continued to stare daggers at him. What was it with this crew and having murderous expressions?

"Izzy's got a bottle of rum. Haven't you, Iz? It looked unopened too, right?" of course Stede fucking Bonnet had noticed such a minor detail. Man was a total idiot when it came to things about piracy but give him a brief insight into your lodgings and suddenly, the twat had a photographic memory. Upon hearing the doctor's prognosis, Izzy wished he was black out drunk right about now.

This was his fault. Everything you were about to experience. Every second of pain, any blood you had needlessly shed, whatever horrors you were about to face at the hands of this twatty doctor- it was all Izzy's fault, he decided.

"Get the patient to drink some. In the meantime, I'm going to go and prepare my tools and-"

"(Y/N)." Izzy's sharp tone cut across the doctor's explanation like the knife he was about to go sterilise.

"Pardon?"

Stede almost smirked at the unwarranted hostility. Izzy might have thought his was covert in concealing his feelings for you, but in reality, the man was an open book. Who else would the silver-haired pirate borderline snarl a warning at for forgoing the usage of someone's name? Well, that just proved that you were not a mere 'someone' to the First Mate.

"Their name is (Y/N), not 'patient'."

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"Hey...hey, C-Captain?" you gasped between another round of vomiting. How was it even still possible for you to be emptying the contents of your stomach? Surely, there was nothing left to generate into...

Edward winced as you bent over the bucket once more, this time merely dry heaving. A sheen of sweat covered your body and soaked through your flimsy shirt and linen trousers- all hand-me-downs from the crew, after you had already perspired through your own attire. Though you felt warm to the touch, you shivered as if you were made of ice. In conclusion, you looked like shit. "Yeah, kid?"

Under normal circumstances, you would have been hesitant to make any kind of request to the Captain but desperate times called for desperate measures. Having been stripped of your pride and dignity, you had no inhibitions when you beseeched the silver-haired pirate to fulfil your only desire. "Can...can you get Izzy, please? I..."

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"I'm not going." it had to be said that Israel Hands was many things but never would have Stede labelled the great swordsman to be a coward, especially when it came to matters involving you. Sure, he often- okay, always- shied away from divulging his true feelings to you but that did not make him a coward, so to speak. The co-captain understood how difficult it was to admit your innermost desires to the one you so adored. Goodness knew he had literally fled back to his wife and kids, just to hide away from how he truly felt about one, Edward "Blackbeard" Teach.

However, repressed feelings or not, there was absolutely no need for Izzy to be digging in his heels now. Especially when Stede had asked the silver-haired pirate so nicely to accompany him to your room. "Oh really? And why's that exactly?" he huffed. Whatever the excuse, Stede was not going to let Izzy off the hook so easily. His presence was required and by he'll or by highwater, Stede was going to deliver the First Mate to your bedside. Maybe he could ask Fang to carry Izzy down the hallway?

Even Izzy had to admit, his wanting to remain locked away in his lodgings was a weak excuse at best. Truthfully, he had no real reason for wanting to stay away, other than to wallow in his own brooding. The guilt of knowing that your injuries were the culmination of his past actions and the ill-judged decisions during the storm, was eating away at him. Carving a hollowed space within his chest, where the darkness liked to dwell. That obsidian black, bitter thing. Nothing good was ever born from that corrupted gloom. With each passing moment, it threatened to consume him in his entirety and honestly? Izzy was more than ready to embrace the darkness. When had men like him ever been able to freely enjoy the light? The warmth of innocence was for people like yourself. Fundamentally good and beautifully flawed, not jaded and wicked as him. He had fed another's darkness once, it was time to nurture his own.

Knowing you were alive was enough for Izzy. To see you suffering from the aftermath of your knife wound was a sight he did not need to witness. The image would surely become seared into his retinas. "What use am I going to be, Bonnet? Do I look like a fucking doctor to you?"

There was some truth to his words. What was the point exactly of him playing witness to your agony? He could hardly relieve you of whatever symptoms plagued at current and let's face it, Izzy was not exactly known to be the most...in tune with his feelings. If it was comfort you needed, you were better off with someone like Stede fucking Bonnet or even Fang. Gods, Fang knew how to comfort a person like it was nobody's business. Had the pirate not been the one to hold Izzy in his time of vulnerability? And if Frenchie had not been fighting for his life in the room adjacent to yours, well, he would surely have been first in line to offer a hand to hold.

At the vocalisation of the First Mate's harsh response, Stede's facial expression soften ever so slightly. Maybe that was it, then. He concluded, realising that Izzy's reluctance to be by your side, steamed from his inability to provide you with the level of care he believed you needed. No, deserved. The silver-haired pirate was so overly critical of his own skillset that, he truly did not see all that he could offer to the situation. Give the man a sword and he became a soldier. Ask him to be in attend the bedside of the person he loved most? The man was a bloody mouse.

And it was not as if the feelings were not reciprocated! You were so clearly besotted with the man too. In fact, Stede was in no doubt that Izzy's companionship alone, would bring some joy to your otherwise currently very bleak existence. Perhaps a smile would even be on the cards, if only he could just find a way to lure Izzy down the hallway.

Desperate times called for desperate measures. "FANG!" the Gentleman Pirate called out, much to the confusion of the First Mate. What on earth was he up to now?

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"Okay, okay, try not to talk, yeah? I hear you, kid. Loud and clear. If it's Iz you want-" a knock at the door interrupted Ed's assurance. Hell, the co-captain was prepared to drag the First Mate by the scruff of his neck if he had to. Anything to get him to darken your door way and finally put an end to his unceasing cycle of guilt. "come in!" his focus was torn away from whoever tentatively opened the door, as your body was wracked with another gagging fit.

The circles rubbing your back in soothing circles faltered momentarily and you found yourself craving the comforting gesture. "Can...can you just get him, please?" you cried, tears streaming down your face, as you sobbed. Damn it, Israel Hands, why were you always so far out of reach, you thought, anguished. "I don't-I don't think I can do this without him. I need him. I fucking need him like I need oxygen. It's easier to breathe when he's around." you doubted your words made any sense but still, you rambled on. Needing Ed to understand just how serious you were in your appeal. If you could have left the room and retrieved the First Mate yourself, you woukd have been down that hallway in a blink of an eye but you were now reliant on the goodwill of another. "He's my Stede." you murmured, hoping the comparison would truly articulate just how important Izzy was to you. "He's my lighthouse. So, please. Please just go get him. Even if he doesnt want to see me. Even if he thinks it's pathetic how much I need him, just go get him. Can you do that, Cap-" you lifted your gaze to finally face your Captain but gone were the familiar brown eyes. Instead, replaced with cerulean blue. A oceanic gaze you had wished to drown in a thousand times over. "Izzy." you murmured between sniffles.

Countless nights had been whiled away, as you fantasised about the seemingly unobtainable opportunity to share a bed with one, Israel Hands. The scenario and setting had always changed depending on your nocturnal preference, but one element was always certain- the First Mate of the Revenge was always, always your bedfellow. Just how Not Safe For Ship the daydream was, depended purely upon how riled up the mere sight of the silver-haired pirate had made you feel throughout your morning duties. Oh Calypso, the things you had imagined doing to that man. Never had you imagined him sitting beside you, playing nurse while you were plagued with fever.

However, there was absolutely nothing alluring or desirable about your current predicament. His hands may have been upon you, but there were no burning touches that sparked a flame of yearning. The only rising temperature was your fever, which continued to climb in numbers and refused to break any time soon. Gods, you felt disgusting. Absolutely putrid. Down right dreadful. To add salt to injury, you looked equally wonderful, too. There was a delightful touch of corpse about your appearance.

You did not have much time to dedicate to your self-deprecating thoughts, as you felt another unpleasant wave of nausea take hold of your senses, forcing you to heave whatever was left within the containment of your stomach. Long gone was the clear broth and crackers. There was no sipped at water left in your system. Hell, even the bile seemed to be running thin now. Soon, you would be gagging on nothing but air and your own tears.

Still, the hand rubbing your back was nice at least.

The wretching gave away to exhaustion. With your body unable to expell any further contents from your stomach, you indulged yourself a little and leaned into your companion's hold. "You're here." you breathed incredulously and despite the agony and torment, you smiled for the first time in...goodness, how many days had you even been occupying the inn? Keeping time had seemed so irrelevant in the grand scheme of simply trying to survive. Nonetheless, you smiled at the pirate. Genuinely thankful that he was now with you. Your beacon of hope, of light. Here to guide you through your darkest hour.

"I..." though being by your side felt as natural as breathing, the truth was a little less romantic. In failing to drag the First Mate to your room himself, Stede fucking Bonnet had enlisted the help of Fang, whom had- quite unceremoniously- carried Izzy down th hallway. All while that twat of a Captain had demanded that the First Mate stop being so stubborn and for once in his life, listen to his heart instead of his head.

Seeing you now, a former shadow of your usually vibrant self, was a difficult sight to process. He had been correct in his earlier reluctance, the image of your chapped, bloody lips and bruised eyes would surely haunt him every time he closed his eyes.

Upon hearing your heartfelt admission, Izzy's mind was in a tailspin. His insticts were telling him to flee, that he should not have been here but maybe, by your beside was the only place for him to be right now. No, Izzy knew in his heart of hearts that, he should have been by your side sooner. Much, much sooner. Except extreme guilt had kept him away. That same guilt was still present, gnawing away at his subconscious like a fiendish creature of insatiable appetites. However, upon hearing you say you needed him- you needed him!- the man had experienced a perspective shift. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting."

"It's okay." you smiled at him. Genuinely smiled at him. There was not disappointment in resent in you tone. Just pure relief that he had finally made it way to your side. Bless the gods, for answering your prayers. The road ahead was going to be one full of pain and distress but with Izzy holding your hand, maybe- just maybe- you would be able to weather the storm and survive long enough to witness those 'sunny skies'. "Just don't leave me again this time, yeah?"

As much as Izzy wanted to address your labelling of him as your 'Stede', the pirate rationalised that there were more important matters at hand. For starters, he realised it would be more productive to seek atonement for his sins, rather than allow himself to be consumed by the darkness, that threatened to drag him down into a never-ending spiral of despair. After all, how could he possibly deny such a heartfelt request from the one he was now eternally indebted to. Gods, you had called him a 'lighthouse', for fucks sake. You bewitching creature, you. In that moment, the First Mate knew, he would follow you to end of the earth, should you ask him so.

He loved you. He loved you, he loved you, he loved you!

The past was unchangeable but Izzy did have some say on how the future could play out. You had needed him that night on the ship and you needed him now. Like hell was he going to let you down a second time. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

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Entanglement Chapter Twenty-Six

**One Week Later (Y/n's POV)

It's been a couple of days since Ser Easton arrived back in Dristarya and things have been weighing on my mind. Ser Easton informed me that the cover story that Boorman came up with and the "proof" he provided my father panned out had me relieved. However, I couldn't forget the feeling I had when he told me that my family was still going out of their minds about my disappearance. The pain and heartbreak I am putting them through is practically what Kit did to me. How does that make me any better than what she did? I let out a sign as I held my head in my hands struggling on what to do. Should I stay on Dristarya or return to Tir Asleen? Rubbing my hands over my face I heard Ser Easton approaching.

"If you have come to check on me I will save you the trouble. I feel like my mind is going to explode and that I am a terrible excuse for a human being", I stated turning to him.

"You are not a terrible person I can assure you on that."

"Oh really then what would you call someone who up and abandoned her family on her wedding day not telling anyone where she was leaving them to go out of their mind with worry", I said and raised my eyebrows.

"I would say that she was someone who was in pain and didn't know whether or not she could keep going through the situation that she was forced in", he said trying to be reassuring.

"Say what you want Ser Easton but we both know the truth. I am a coward and a sorry excuse for a daughter for doing what I did."

"You can keep telling yourself how horrible of a person you are to but you are someone who was put in a situation that you didn't ask for where you were dealt a shitty hand. Anyone in your place would have done the same thing I know I would have if I were you", he retorted and I let out a sigh.

"But you aren't in my place and your family isn't losing hope that they will ever find you. Maybe its time that I go back."

"You mean to Tir Asleen? Are you serious?"

"It's time and I know how you feel about this whole thing but come on. We both knew that eventually, I couldn't hide forever and had to return", I said.

"After everything that has happened, you really want to go back to a place where you experienced nothing but suffering", he exclaimed.

"I know how you feel but I realized I need to put that aside and go back to explain to my family about all that has occurred. Anyway who knows Kit and I may be able to work out our issues", I stated.

"Right, where have I heard that before", he said sarcstically.

"Hey, she saved my life. Doesn't that count for something?"

"She may have saved your life but don't forget that she also destroyed a part of it or rather you for that matter. You gave her more than enough chances to fix what she had done she doesn't deserve anymore."

"After stopping that archer from killing me I think that warrants one more chance to fix what she broke in the first place", I stated.

"Fine, if that is what you wish then I will make arrangements for us. The ship I used to get here is still docked where I landed we will head out when you are ready."

"I thought you chartered one here", I questioned.

"No, after last time I figure it would be better for me to sail here myself since the captain of the ship I was on told me that he would not dock in Dristarya giving me a small boat to get the rest of the way here the first time", he said.

"I didn't know you could even steer a ship."

"I couldn't but I am a quick study", he said with a smile plaguing his face and I returned it with another.

"Well, I suggest we leave on the morrow. It will give us enough time to get our things together and head out", I said.

"Sounds good. I'll get my stuff packed then once you get yours I will load the ship and we will depart tomorrow", he stated and I nodded my head.

"There is something that needs to be addressed though", Ser Easton said.

"What do you mean", I said and he turned his head to where Aeras and the others were.

"Oh god."

"What are you going to do", he asked.

"I don't know. I can't just leave them here they are like apart of me and me them. What am I going to do?"

"Well, we may be going back to Tir Asleen but that doesn't mean you can't come back and see them when you want. Plus if I know them as I think I do then they are going to miss you as much as you are going to miss them. I don't see how you and them are ever going to be separated."

"I know I have to go back and a part of me has always known I would have to go back to Tir Asleen but-"

"But what?"

"I didn't think of how hard it was going to be to leave them or how much I was going to end up loving them", I choked up finding it hard to stop the tears welling up in my eyes. In-between the tears in my eyes I can see them flying around Dristarya and it made my heart leap. Knowing that I am going to be apart from them is breaking my heart.

"It's going to be ok just remember this isn't goodbye. It is more like I will see you later", he said and gave me a side hug.

"I promise you this isn't the end between you and them", he stated and I wiped the tears away nodding my head.

"Well, we better start getting things ready", I said and walking off to the castle taking a glimpse of Aeras and Calyx flying overhead. Knowing this would be the last time I see them for awhile is something I am having trouble comprehending or better yet coping with.

**Back in Tir Asleen (Kit's POV)

"You know I don't believe that shit", Airk states.

"What are you talking about", I asked him.

"What happened on the battlefield. The story that Boorman told King Aiden was just that as story", he said.

"Listen you don't know what happened on that field you weren't there we were and that is what happened."

"Oh really", he questioned raising an eyebrow in my direction.

"Yeah so if you will excuse me", I said making my way out of his room but before I could he blocked me from leaving.

"Your my sister I know when your bullshitting me so you can either tell me or I can go to our mother or better yet King Aiden and tell them about my suspicions. We don't keep secrets from each other we never have so tell me what really happened."

"You know Airk you are starting to sound like Y/n's brother with his threats and all. Let me give you some advice though don't threaten someone unless you have evidence of wrongdoing. As from I can see you have none only your suspicions and those who were on the battlefield will cooperate that so I suggest you stop with the empty threats", I spat and purposely knocked his soldier with mine as I went my merry way.

The fact that Airk started to question me about what happened a week ago made me nervous about whether or not others were doing the same. After all, Boorman just came up with that cover story right on the spot and if it weren't for Ser Easton providing the necessary proof to back it up. It's only a matter of time until someone cracks or King Aiden comes to his senses and realize that it was complete and utter bullshit on our part. Part of me knows that my mother didn't even believe it and if she didn't then no did.

"Hey, what's wrong", Boorman asked.

"Airk was questioning me about what happened that day and he knows something is up", I whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"He thinks we lied about the whole thing and made something up to cover up what really happened", I exclaimed capturing the attention of others. With that I dragged Boorman to the gardens and made sure that no one was there.

"That is because we did make the whole thing up. We never should have done it", Boorman stated.

"Well what did you want to do Boorman, huh? Tell everyone the truth about how Y/n came in riding on a dragon where said dragon burned the opposing army to the ground", I said.

"At least it would be the truth."

"Listen to me, I am not putting her at risk because she saved our lives and we both know it. Could you imagine what would happen if someone were to find out about this? It could be detrimental for Y/n and those dragons. She cares about them immensely and god help me if I am going to let anyone be a threat to that."

**Three Days Later (Y/n's POV)

Sailing back to Tir Asleen reminded me of the first time I left Zemira to go go there. I think I am more nervous now then I was before since now I have to face my entire family after disappearing. As I stared out to sea I started to think about Calyx and the others. Leaving them was one of the hardest things I had to do, they are my family and I love them to bits. My heart aches knowing that I am going to be a part from them having no clue when I will see them again.

When I said my goodbyes to them the day I left I could feel their sadness and they could feel mine. I couldn't stop crying leaving them there and I when I got on the ship my eyes didn't leave them until Dristarya was no longer in sight.

"Are you ok Princess", Ser Easton asked. I turned to look at him as he was steering the ship with concern etched on his face.

"No, I'm not", I said walking to stand beside him.

"I know it's hard to leave them", he stated.

"I swore my heart could not break even more than it already was but here I am being proved wrong."

"It may feel that way now Princess but you have to know this isn't goodbye", he said.

"The why does it feel like it is", I say and I made my way to the front of the ship.

When I made it to the front of the ship all I could see in front of me was what seemed to be an endless sea. It was somewhat calming along with the sea breeze making contact with my face. Out of nowhere the sun seemed to be "covered" leaving a shadow over the ship. As I looked up to the sky I was shocked by what I saw. Out of all the things I was imagining it could have been I didn't expect it to be this.

Tyrax flew right past the ship only to make his way back overhead circling the ship. The joy that crept up inside me couldn't be explained or rather expressed on how ecstatic I was to see him. His blood-red scales shimmered in the sunlight it was almost blinding.

"It seems that he couldn't be apart from you", Ser Easton shouted and I turned to him smiling.

"It seems he knew how much it hurt for me to leave them."

"Well, if Tyrax has decided to follow you then the others can't be far behind."

I smiled at his words but in the back if my mind I couldn't help but think what would happen if anyone were to find out about them. Especially if Ser Easton's words to be true that the others weren't far behind from Tyrax. If that were the case then a whole bunch of problems could arise having some serious consequences.

** I hope this chapter isn't bad I have been suffering with a really bad cold this week but I still wanted to finish this and post it.

#hazel callahan x reader #kit tanthalos x reader #willow 2022 #kit tanthalos #ruby cruz #willow fanfic

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