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diggykit-kat · 4 months

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𝑫𝒐𝒈𝑫𝒂𝒚 x Reader Pt.3

Although it was out of character for him to do such a thing, you wrote it off...he's still a good person...right? There was nothing wrong with it, you just forgot about it. You needed it in order to survive, right?

It was late and you've been doing well. DogDay made sure to feed you a large amount of the strange meat. Its taste grew on you, despite it coming from a possibly dead fucking body.

You lay in the den, your back up against DogDay's leg. He plays with your hair and makes sure to keep you safe from the entities outside of this ‘safe zone’

"Little Angel...I have a question. Do you have family that's looking for you right now?" he asks while brushing his hand through your hair. It felt nice. He continued to stroke your hair, letting you rest in his grip.

You looked up at him and said “No, I just came out of thin air, and pop I’m here! Matter of fact I am not even excited” You snickered

DogDay gave you a quick smirk. "Smart-aleck, hm? You know well that's a lie. You never talk about your past. Your past that involves family...friends...I don't know, it's like you just want to pretend it never happened."

“Oh, I don’t want to hear you talk after the whole ass MEAT incident. I don't hear you going around and saying, ‘Well I just gave a human another human!”

Your words stung DogDay. The dog growled "Don't you even dare say that. I'm only doing this for your safety. Do you know what would've happened if I let you starve out there? You'd have died like the rest. You would've been torn to literal SHREDS by the Mini Smiling Critters...you'd have died horribly. I'm trying to keep YOU alive, doll, and that's the truth."

…you open your mouth to say something before dropping it and shrug “damn- well I can’t say anything to that. Fuck.”

DogDay nodded and kept petting your hair. “I know what i do looks horrible, but I'm the only one that wants to keep you safe. Everyone else just wants you dead. I’m doing all of this because I care. I’ve never really cared or liked anything else in my life, but with you…it's different. I…I care about you. So much, and I can't let you go.”

Your jaw drops “YOU CANT SAY THAT TO A FUCKING CHILD! You know how wrong that is. Never tell I child that, Jesus Christ!”

"I don't care." DogDay spoke softly again, his tone was full of remorse. "I don't care what anyone else thinks. Because at the end of the day, I'm the only person that you're stuck with. I don't care if it's wrong. Don't you see that I care for you more than anyone else? I'm all you've got...that's a fact."

“Damn you can’t gaslight anyone these days” you muttered “I had a whole thing going” You sighed and crossed your arms

He laughs and keeps stroking your hair. "I know, aren't I cruel? So awful, right?" he chuckled, seemingly enjoying that you were getting annoyed. He sighed. "But...you have to realize, you are stuck here. I've kept you from danger and kept you from dying. And I mean...you do like my cooking...right?"

“I mean I tasted better in the school cafeteria” you whisper

DogDay's head snapped towards you suddenly like a predator. "You...what did you say?"

Before you could even open your mouth there was an ungodly sound, like bones rubbing together…CatNap.

DogDay froze, his ears and tail dropping. You could see him shaking like a leaf. CatNap was here. "...stay as quiet as you can..." he whispered

You nodded and followed along with DogDay

You hid in the closet...hiding behind the coats in it. In just a few seconds, the door flew off its hinges. CatNap appeared in the opening of the doorway. His body was covered in blood...some fresh, others dried, and some...rotting. "There you are, DogDay...I see you're hiding." CatNap's voice was warped and twisted into an evil mockery of a normal person's voice...like a psychopath.

CatNap raised his hands and laughed evilly. "I heard you two talking...don't you dare think I wouldn't stop by. You're such a predictable creature DogDay...and you...little child"

You scoffed “Hey I'm pretty tall for my age you Pussy!”

"Pussy? Oh...oh how sweet. That's cute. Do you really believe that I'll take offense to that? You have a lot of balls, little child."

You gasp and cover your mouth “Ooo he cussed”

DogDay yells “NOW IS NOT THE TIME ANGEL”

CatNap sniggered and looked down at DogDay. "Oh, you're actually protecting her? Now that's a first for you. I wonder how she'd taste...just a taste would probably do..."

DogDay snarled “Don't you go near her you baste-”

CatNap's arm shot out, wrapping around DogDay's throat. He tightened his grip. "You're protecting a human...after I told you to take her out into that warzone and let her fend for herself...you've always been weak. Always following orders blindly, like a puppet, never thinking for yourself."

“DOGDAY!!!” You screamed

CatNap laugh as DogDay gasped for air. "Ah, yes...you're quite loud..too bad your screams won't reach anyone. But oh. I forgot"

You grabbed a broken pipe nearby, swatting his head forcefully as you could with it, cutting your hands in the proces, DogDay gets dropped to the ground as catnap roars, scrambling away “NOW THAT'S A PUSSY!” You yelled

as CatNap ran off you ran over to DogDay who was coughing like he just smoked ten pounds of weed

“DogDay…are you okay? Are you hurt”

DogDay took several deep breaths as he looked up at you. "I should be asking that to you, doll. Are you okay?" then he gave you a small smirk. "You know...I didn't know how you were capable of swinging that thing with such ease...you remind me of someone. You're a fierce little warrior, aren't you?"

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rishiguro · 2 years

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WALLS - S. RINTAROU

a/n: help i feel like i forgot how to write

suna immediately noticed that something wasn’t right. you were silent, not even protesting when he put on some shitty rom-com, instead only nodding absentmindedly. your eyes never seemed to look directly at him when you faced each other, instead looking through him, like you zoned out. you didn’t lay your head on his shoulder like you usually would, instead resting against the back of the couch. “are you okay?”

“huh? yeah,” you replied after a couple seconds. you blinked repeatedly, shaking your head quickly, as if you haven’t heard him properly. “yeah, i am”

the middle blocker narrowed his eyes slightly. he noticed your slightly hunched shoulders and your dazed glance, mind clearly occupied with something.

your hands curled and fisting the sleeves of your sweater.

“are you sure?” he asked again.

you gave him a half-hearted smile. “pretty sure?”

suna wasn’t so easily fooled by you — but sometimes you wished he was.

he kept quiet for a while, eyes cast forward, before he turned his head to you again, scanning your form.

your eyelids were heavy, dark eye bags telling him that you hadn’t slept properly the last few nights.

he hated it.

“i’m here for you”

he hated how you shut him out whenever there was something burdening you. you had always dealt with your problems alone, preferring to keep to yourself and never truly opening up to anyone — not even him.

and suna hated it so much.

“you can talk to me, you know?”

the middle blocker felt helpless whenever he saw you like this.

“i don’t know what you mean, i’m fine,” you replied curtly, turning your attention back to the tv, pretending to be interested in the random movie that was playing on the screen.

it took suna everything to shut up and not pry further.

there was no denying that he didn’t want to continue pestering you until he found out what has been bothering you, or even just until you simply admitted it.

he knew you were lying to him, he knew you weren’t fine and he knew you needed someone — and yet you kept shutting him out.

he couldn’t force you to talk to him because no matter how much he tried, you would only end up shying away from him. suna knew you had a hard time opening up about things; he could only imagine what was going on in your mind.

were you scared of it? were you afraid that he’d turn you away? did you think he wouldn’t take you seriously? that he’d joke about it? or that he would belittle you and your feelings?

no matter what your concerns were, suna promised himself that he would find a way to break down your walls.

it wasn’t until a few minutes into the credits that you had noticed the movie was over.

furrowing your eyebrows you tried to recall the plot, or at least the ending, just something to be able to have a conversation about.

yet before you could even open your mouth, you were pushed against suna’s chest, strong arms tightly wrapped around you with head resting in the crook of his neck.

and once you were shielded from the rest of the world, the brown haired man’s body safely engulfing you, your once calm and collected breathing grew haggard. quiet sobs escaped from your tight throat, restricting your airflow. your vision blurred as you shut your eyes, trying to force the tears back, only to have them slip through nonetheless.

suna was quiet as he held your sobbing form, softly rubbing circles on your back, not once speaking up as you cried.

you weren’t okay.

but being in his arms made it a little bit better.

reblogs are appreciated

#₊❏❜ ⋮haikyuu #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #suna headcanons #hq x reader #haikyuu imagines #suna rintarou #haikyuu comfort #haikyu x reader #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu angst to fluff #???

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thetriplets3 · 6 months

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"you never have to worry about me leaving" w matt?

like, reader had just gotten into it w her parents and they said something along the lines of, "you're unlovable, just wait till that little boyfriend of yours leaves." or smth like that

please and thank you !! 😊😊

❝𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

again i hope this makes sense and that it’s what you wanted

warnings: bad relationship with parents arguing with parents, negative thoughts, relationship doubts, i think that’s all

my parents and i have never seen eye to eye on things, they constantly find things to start arguments about but they never go this far or personal.

“you’re insufferable how does that boyfriend of yours deal with you? you’re exhausting to be around i’m shocked he hasn’t left you yet it’s only a matter of time!” my parents yell, faces red with anger.

this has gone on for so long i don’t even know why they started yelling in the first place, i just zoned out, my thoughts wandering to their words.

how could my parents say that to me? if i’m so insufferable and unloveable to be around why am i even here? am i that much of a burden on everyone? why does anyone keep me around? they probably just feel bad for me. does matt even love me or is it pity? is he just playing me? when will he leave me? why hasn’t he yet?

without thinking i quickly stood up and made my way to my car not even thinking to put shoes on, my mind solely focused on getting out of here. silently i drive to matt’s house, no music, no tears, no thoughts just feeling numb.

i could see matt watching me as i sit in my car with my head slumped against the steering wheel trying to collect myself before going inside. he never left his window, sensing something was wrong he allowed me space to come in when i was ready to.

getting out of the car i let out a sigh and take a deep breath of fresh air in as i make my way to their apartment, letting myself in. giving nick and chris who were in the living room a small hello i headed straight for matt’s room. softly i knock on his door waiting for permission to enter.

“come in baby” he calls out.

he had closed the blinds and turned on his LED lights to blue, knowing i prefer softer lights. he was sitting in bed with his back against the headboard, duvet pulled back, and arms open ready for me to crawl into.

“i’m glad you’re here, i missed you, love. i was gonna text you to see if you wanted to come over and cuddle you must have read my mind” he said, keeping his volume low to match to softness in the room.

with my head on his chest i stayed quiet not know what to say or how to bring it up. he knows about the arguments with my parents but he doesn’t know how intense they’ve gotten and i’m scared to tell him in fear that what they said will be true. he feels my breaths becoming fast and shaky as tears start falling. opting to calm me down instead of forcing me to talk, he runs his fingers delicately up and down my back for a bit before settling in my hair gently massaging it.

“you don’t have to tell me anything. i just need you to calm down you’ll make yourself sick sweetheart” he reassures, taking deep breaths himself, encouraging me to match his breathing as he whispers gentle encouragements in my ear.

this goes on for quite a while before i feel calm enough to tell him what happened.

in the quietest voice i explain what they said, “i don’t even know what i did to make them start yelling at me in the first but they said i’m insufferable and exhausting to be around and they don’t know how you put up with me and they’re shocked you haven’t left me yet” i take a shaky breath. “why are you even with me why haven’t you left me already?” tears pool in my eyes.

“hey hey it’s okay, breath baby. i’m happy you feel safe with me to tell me that” he sits up straighter and pulls me to sit on his lap so we’re face to face. “you are not insufferable and you are not exhausting to be around. you’re the complete opposite i can’t spend a second without you and when i do you’re all i think about. i’m with you because i love you, i love the way you care for people, how gentle you are, how giddy you get when you pass a dog on the street. there’s nothing not to love about you. i’ll spend the rest of my life showing you you deserve to be loved. you never have to worry about me leaving. i’m in it for the long run your stuck with me”

“thank you matt. i’m sorry i questioned our love for me. i love you baby i’m glad you’re here, forever”

“i love you sweet girl, get some rest i’m never leaving”

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#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #readers pov #matt sturniolo fluff

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boundinparchment · 1 year

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Chiaroscuro

Il Dottore cannot sleep and his mind cannot help but wander. Established Dottore x GN Reader, absolute fluff. It needs no explanation. Also on AO3 here.

Your book was open, spine cracked, pages pressed against your chest in a desperate attempt to not lose your place. He heard you catch it in time, sigh in relief that the pages weren’t wrinkled, and then return to the steady breathing he’d heard for the past few hours.

In your defense, it was late by normal standards. Any other night, he’d have joined you on the other end of the sofa he kept in his private office, your head in his lap as you read aloud. But this formula wasn’t going to work itself out and he couldn’t easily hand this over to a Segment, not this time.

He sighed softly and tried to relax his hand, lest he snap yet another pen (this time, out of sheer frustration rather than a passionate fervor). It didn’t make sense. By all accounts, the way the variables interacted should lend itself to this calculation perfectly. So where was the snag?

Dottore tried to work backwards, thinking through step after step, logically, impartial. The potency of the residue…entirely dependent on the strength of the dead Archon…which was based on the faith their mortals had in them…

Faith wasn’t quantifiable. There was no magic number that served as a benchmark.

As intangible as the stars and just as much a lie.

His hand began to move of its own accord; he worked best when he got his thoughts down on paper, could see the words.

When had he drawn…?

Dottore’s finger traced the outline of the hand in the margins of his notes. Not his. He knew the intentional style of his own studies, for he’d spent centuries without a Kamera through which to capture specimens. Accurate details and representation were only as good as the eyes and hands that could capture them until Fontaine’s invention was available. He’d even found something close to peace in creating detailed sketches of specimens and structures; he would never admit that giving visuals to his ideas was one of his favorite parts of development. It was one element he hated giving over to a Segment, even if a younger part of him was better suited.

But it still begged the question: what was your hand doing in his notes?

Red eyes shot up at you, still fast asleep, head lolled to the side.

He leaned back in his chair, clipboard propped against his knee, a pencil instead at the ready. He couldn’t keep wasting ink, he’d be left with nothing but a mess.

Usually this difficult of a time meant his perspective was skewed and that even a Segment would be useless. He’d have long started pacing if you weren’t here but he didn’t want to disturb you. Funny thing, how self-aware he’d become around you.

His hand moved of its own accord as his eyes traced your sleeping form.

You’d come down here one day by accident, looking for a quiet place to escape to, book in hand. One of his Segments pointed you back upstairs to the library with all of the bluster and impatience his younger self was known for. But you’d shot back that a debate-bordering-on-duel between Arlecchino and Tartaglia had broken out, leaving the library more of a war zone than a place for research; who was he, in any form, to deny a person a safe haven for that?

You were warned of the screaming, the shouting, the mechanical dangers. All you’d done was shrug and say that you’d keep out of the way.

He doubted you would find it any better down here. And yet you returned, week after week, a pile of books and notes in your arms, and kept to your little nook near the stairs. Unobtrusive.

But you were always there and your absence was felt nonetheless when you fell ill or whenever your department pulled you back.

You always returned, though, and he hated how that soothed a strange knot in his stomach.

It wasn’t until several months in that he offered the tranquility of his office that the two of you really spoke at length. He couldn’t afford for anyone to know about the Artificial Archon project, and having you in his office, where he could keep a better eye on you, seemed to have been a sound decision.

Until both of you spent the better part of an evening and the early morning in deep discussion about the redundancy of the entire Archon system when clearly, there was no point to it. The Tsaritsa ruled with an iron fist; the Anemo Archon was all but absent. It fit the nations’ respective beliefs, you argued, but it kept the people divided, focused on things that didn’t matter. No wonder Khaenri’ah hadn’t subscribed to the notion of a god. And why was Fontaine dealing with a floating threat, clearly on Celestia’s radar, but not Snezhnaya?

Soon enough, he couldn’t be rid of you and he didn’t want to be. He couldn’t place when, precisely, which was a source of frustration he couldn’t rip out, not like the weeds of his past. But at some point, his heart yearned and you answered and now he spent his sleepless nights marveling at you, not unlike how he marveled that Ruin Golem so many centuries ago.

Your eyes, curious but cautious, caught things he did not. So much life there, in a way he could never quite capture in his mind’s eye. He did not find it tedious to explain something to you, to break it down in a different way. Food tasted better when you were around.

You’d lament having to iron your uniform again with the way your shoulder was positioned. Even in sleep, your lips always moved ever so slightly, as if speaking in your dreams.

Lips so soft he did not deserve them and yet you bestowed upon him kiss after kiss anyway.

No matter how dark the room you entered, it was as if you brought the sun with you, brightening even the darkest corners of his mind. He angled the pencil, pressed harder at the shadow cradling your face as the nearby lamps flickered.

He carefully smudged and blended, flicking his gaze up just long enough to confirm the shape of your cheek, your nose, your brow.

He could not help but wonder if he was growing soft in his fifth century.

The world had not worn him down.

But you certainly had.

#il dottore #dottore #genshin impact dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #fluff

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pluto-supremacy · 11 months

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Hobie Brown headcanons: dating a gn!autistic!reader

➼These headcanons are based off some struggles I deal with myself as an autistic person, what my friends with autism face, and what i have seen and researched online. Autism is a spectrum and remember that everyone has different needs and levels of support, I just tried to include what i know in this post!

➼ Inspired by @hobie-enthusiast's fic QUIET AND EASE ! If you haven't read it you totally should! His writing is amazing and he has some of the best Hobie fics on here!

➼ No beta we die like uncle Aaron

➼No warnings here! Contains fluff

GIF doesn't belong to me! All credits to the original owner

Hobie is in tune with your needs, spidey-sense and all. He's pretty good at being able to predict when you're going to have a meltdown and will throw anyone out of the room to give you some space to calm down and work through it

Has ear defenders or headphones on him at all times and spare sets around his flat just for you

If you let him/want him to he will totally paint them for you, whatever you want

New safe food? He's stocked up like he's preparing for a blizzard

Never pressures you to try new foods or to 'get out of your comfort zone', but will encourage you if that is what you want

Safe food turned against you? He's boycotting it with you

"Luv I ain't ev'n like [food]"

Has invested in several weighted blankets of various weights

If you have sensory issues with clothing (tags, hate the feel of certain material, etc) but still want to steal his clothes, he will happily modify your favorite pieces of his so you can wear it. Hell, his whole closet even

Despite hating consistancy, he knows how important routine is to you and will throw that belief away in a heartbeat (just for you though)

Helps you with transitions, like giving ten minute warnings before you two go out, getting you a nice fluffy robe to make getting out of the shower easier, or writing out what you're doing for the day and when so you can mentally prepare yourelf

Will listen for hours about your special interest, even if you think he wouldn't care or like it. Hello Kitty? He's listening. Enbalming methods from the 1800's? Doesn't matter, you have his full attention and loves learning about whatever you love

If you're non-verbal, selectivly mute, or low-verbal, he finds other ways to help you communicate. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable and heard. 'Yes/No' buttons? You've got them. Flash cards with your needs? Got it on a clip and all so you can carry it around easier, and he helps you decorate them. Signing? Hobie's learning BSL now so he can understand you (and honestly loves signing with you)

Hobie has a huge fidget toy collection that you're welcome to take from at any time, no questions asked

New hyperfixation? He'll get you what you need to do it. Embroidary? He's already got needles and thread, you can practice on his clothes. Same with sewing, he'll teach you if you want. A new video game? He borrows the console needed just for you

He knows that he can get a little loud, especially when going out as spiderpunk. Hobie's mindful to keep his voice down around you and will remind anyone else if they're getting too loud

A/N: Might end up adding more to this in the future! Just wanted to finally post something and it's 4 am-

#across the spiderverse #spider punk #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie x gn!reader #fluff #headcanons #hcs #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown spider punk #hobie brown spiderverse

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e-dubbc11 · 8 months

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Under the Pale Moonlight

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Supporting characters: Frank Castle, James Wesley, and Wilson Fisk

Warnings: Swearing, violence, guns, knives, and fluff.

Word Count: 4.2k-ish

Summary: Billy is unhinged, you’ve been taken and being held for ransom. He will not rest until you are found and he can bring you home safe, and you feel sorry for anyone who gets in his way

A/N: Based off of a little conversation between @qu1etwolf and myself. She said she would like to see me try and write something with Billy and his violent like tendencies but I still wanted fluffy elements to it. It’s a bit dramatic but I’m pretty pleased with what I did here and I hope you enjoy it!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

That night was cloudless and quiet at first.

The sky was so clear, you could see just about every crater of the moon and the stars that were sprinkled behind it sparkled like diamonds under fluorescent lights. From far away, you could hear the occasional dog barking that cut through the silence and you could see the dark shadows of the autumn foliage swaying in the gentle winds.

The musky sweet fragrance of fallen leaves danced across your nose while the cool breeze enveloped you as you walked down the street…alone.

He told you he hated when you walked alone…anywhere…any time of day. Billy didn’t like it if you went anywhere by yourself.

“You worry too much, baby. I’ll be fine.” You had said with a warm smile.

Famous last words.

When you came to, your head hurt and your body was resting on a metal floor, the empty space was completely dark, without windows, and every noise you made echoed throughout the room. It sounded like you were inside of a shipping container.

You weren’t bound or restrained in any way but you were scared and convinced that this had something to do with a deal that your father didn’t want to make involving the company he worked for.

Pratt and Whitney built aircraft engines and while your father didn’t own the company, he was responsible for bringing deals to the table. They build engines for civil aviation and military aviation and when your father declined a business offer, it was for a good reason.

Not too long ago, he had told you about a man coming to see him that wanted to do business and would not take no for an answer and you were convinced that it was someone involved with this man that was holding you captive.

But you didn’t know how far they were willing to go, to get what they wanted.

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He let out a yell that could probably be heard by people outside the building on the streets below.

His office was completely destroyed.

Fragments of shattered glass decorated the floor, his laptop landed upside down in the corner of the room, the cracked mirror and the broken picture frames were also casualties of the war zone inside Billy’s office. With his gun in one hand and your picture in the other, he stared down at your smiling face trying to figure out what his next move was going to be.

He needed to find you and was ready to burn the world down if it meant he could find you faster. Billy finally found love, someone who loved him but didn’t put up with his shit, someone that put him in his place when it was necessary, and someone that told him it was ok to let go. You said you would never leave, never abandon him, and he trusted you.

But you were gone, taken someplace that he had no idea where. He wasn’t going to rest until you were found, until HE found you. Billy needed you to be safe in his arms where you belonged and he wasn’t going to let anyone take you away from him.

Still holding the frame with your picture in it, he smashed the glass and removed it to put in his jacket pocket. Billy holstered his weapon and headed for the office door where he was cut off on the other side by Frank.

“Outta my way, Frankie. Now.” He said, rage dripping from his lips.

Frank held up a hand to try and stop him from leaving.

“She’s high profile, Bill. The FBI said they were handling it.” Frank said.

“Oh come on, Frankie! Those corrupt assholes couldn’t find their way out of a wet paper bag let alone find her! I should have been more insistent that she not walk alone and I’m gonna kill every single one of them, Frank. Every…single…one.” Said Billy.

The icy tone to his voice and his mouth twisted with threat let Frank know that Billy was serious. He didn’t care who he had to kill, he was going to find you and leave a trail of bodies behind him while he did it.

“I can’t stop you, can I Bill.” Frank said.

Billy’s eyes darkened and his lips curled back to reveal clenched teeth.

“You know me, Frankie. You think anyone’s gonna be able to stop me? Especially when it comes to her?” Growled Billy.

Frank looked into Billy’s eyes, they shined with unshed tears as he grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Well let’s go get her then, yeah?” Frank said with one side of his mouth curled up into a half smile. “You have a place to start?”

“Her father had a business card from the guy that came to his office wanting to make a deal, willing to pay cash, classic red flag. The card had an address on it. He said it sounded like the same guy demanding the engines in exchange for y/n.” Billy said.

Frank scoffed. “Pfft, not too bright is he. Well I think Lieberman can get her last known location before her phone went dead, so I’ll go to David’s and you go to that address, yeah?”

“Yeah, lemme know what you find out.” Billy said.

**********

They finally had enough of listening to you bang on the walls and call out for help. It took awhile but the doors opened, the early morning sun peeked through the crack in the door, they came inside and tied your arms and legs. They put a piece of tape over your mouth as well so they wouldn’t have to listen to you anymore.

The harder your struggled to free yourself, the tighter the ropes had become and you didn’t want to expel all of your energy. What did they want?

And why did they want aircraft engines? While he had more than enough money for the engines, he was a civilian and civilians don’t require large engines like that and your father could see right through that so he told them no.

They had also taken your watch.

It was completely dark inside the shipping container so you wouldn’t be able to see the time no matter how hard you tried but they took it from you anyway. It was the watch Billy had given you for Christmas last year, the one that he had engraved “Until the end of time. Love, Billy.”

You managed a slight smile with the tape over your mouth thinking about what he said when he gave it to you. When you looked at the engraving, he said, “It was between this and ‘nice butt’,” which caused you to burst out laughing.

You loved him so much.

There weren’t many things in this world that frightened you but you were very scared that you would never get to see Billy’s face again. It terrified you to think you would never get to look into his endless brown eyes again, lovingly scrape your nails against his scalp, or tell him that you loved him and to hear him say it back.

You needed to be in his arms again, to have his body be a warm cradle for yours, and for his soft lips to kiss you goodnight before you fall asleep.

You wanted it all back, you wanted him…forever. And he needed to know that.

**********

When he wanted to be, Billy could be very quiet. He was so light on his feet, sometimes you had no idea he was even in the same room until you turned around to see his handsome face smiling at you, then laughing because he scared you.

That skill came in handy when it was needed. When he arrived at the address on the business card, he didn’t know what to expect so he drew his weapon and went inside the building.

Slinking down hallways and creeping around corners, he checked the building from top to bottom and found everything he expected to find…which was nothing.

The building was empty.

At some point it had been occupied but looking around him, there hasn’t been any activity inside of the building in a long time. It was just an address. But who owned the building?

He needed to get back, tell Frank what he found, and to see if David had any luck finding the last location of your phone.

**********

You heard men arguing outside but you could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation.

“He said he wanted her moved.” One of them said.

Then you heard a different voice. “Well where are we going to move her?”

You heard the first voice again. “He doesn’t care where, just move her. She probably has to go to the bathroom anyway.”

That voice sounded familiar…”He doesn’t care where…”

It was killing you not knowing who “HE” was. Who could it be? And that voice, where have you heard that voice before?

Also, how considerate of them, you thought sarcastically to yourself…you hadn’t had anything to drink in hours so you didn’t really have to go. You didn’t even know how long you had been locked inside.

More talking…

“I cannot believe you didn’t get rid of her phone until you brought her here. Her boyfriend owns the best private security company in the city. You better hope they don’t track her phone or I’ll kill you myself.”

Before they tied you up, you had removed your jacket and tossed it into the corner. If they planned on moving you, hopefully they would be dumb enough to leave your jacket where it is so Billy could find it.

You felt it in your heart that he was out looking for you and when he does find you, he was never going to let you walk alone again.

**********

“The name, Bill. What was the name on the business card?” Frank asked.

Billy pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, concentrating really hard trying to remember the name your father told him was on the card.

“Wesley…James Wesley.” Said Billy. “Y/n’s father also said that they don’t want money, they want those engines. And why does that name sound so familiar, Frankie?”

Frank pressed his lips together in a straight line then hung his head before glancing at Billy again.

“Because he works for HIM, Bill. He works for Wilson Fisk…Kingpin.” Frank said softly.

Billy ran his long fingers through his ebony colored hair, hell burned behind his dark doll like eyes, and he had the acid burn of bitterness in his throat as he said, “Well then he’ll be the final body on top of the pile. She has nothing to do with this and he took her from me, Frankie and he’s gonna pay for it. They’re all gonna pay, so please tell me David found where her phone was last.”

He stared at Frank while putting his gear on and removed the picture of you from his suit jacket pocket to stash it behind his vest. Billy was ready to take out anyone who got in his way including the authorities.

“He did…down by the water where the cargo ships come in. Might be holding her in one of those shipping containers…told ya they’re not too bright. And you know I’m comin’ with you, yeah?” Said Frank.

Billy shook his head furiously.

“No, no, no, I can’t ask you to do that. You have a family, Frankie. I can’t let you risk yourself for me.” Billy said.

“And you’re part of that family, Bill so you’re not goin’ by yourself. Gimme some of that untraceable Russian ammo that I know you have and let’s go bring her home.” Frank said with a slight smirk.

“I love her, Frankie.” Billy said with a slight hitch in his voice.

“Well, let’s go so you can tell her instead of me.”

**********

They arrived at the pier under the cover of the clouded night sky. The ethereal glow of the moon peeked out briefly from behind the clouds before completely disappearing on the other side of the fluffy clouds.

The steady wind picked up a little faster down by the water as they stealthily moved through the cargo yard when they came upon a chair that had been turned over and the rocks underneath their feet had been disturbed. It looked like someone had been dragged from one of the containers, close to where the chairs were turned over.

“The door’s open, Bill…go check inside.” Frank whispered.

With his flashlight on, Billy stepped inside. You weren’t there but in the back corner, he saw some kind of black fabric rolled into a ball. It looked like it was hastily thrown there. When he picked it up, it unfolded and he recognized it immediately. Smiling slightly to himself, Billy knew you had left it for him to find.

“I’m coming, sweet girl.” He whispered to himself.

Frank stuck his head inside. “Russo, you find anything?” He asked.

Billy held out your jacket so Frank could see it. “She left it for me, Frankie.”

“The drag marks go that way.” Frank pointed in the direction they were already headed toward. “They probably didn’t move her too far…maybe in one of those buildings across the way.”

They suddenly heard some rocks shuffle along the ground, Billy and Frank turned and fired in the direction of the noises hitting two men right between the eyes. Billy didn’t even blink, he just continued walking, not bothered at all, and was careful not to leave any evidence behind.

Carnage was the only thing Billy left behind and Fisk was smart enough to scatter his men throughout the shipyard so Billy and Frank would have to check every building.

He prowled like a jungle cat, slitting their throats with his hidden blade, one right after the other, not looking back and moving on even before the body hit the ground.

Billy’s expression was blank, completely zoned out and he would not come back to reality until you were safe. Even Frank had a hard time getting through to him.

As he got closer to another building, Billy heard voices. He heard a woman’s voice, your voice. He listened intently as you spoke.

“What do you want the engines for, Mr. Wesley? You know my father is only responsible for bringing deals to the table and he’s not in charge of making deals himself, right?” You said with a sinister smile stretched across your lips.

“My employer knows that yes, Ms. Y/l/n. But we’ve tied his hands and yours.” He said with an evil smirk. “The man I work for wants to build his own planes for his spice import/export business.”

“Well if that doesn’t sound shady as fuck, I don’t know what does. You are even dumber than you look, Mr. Wesley.” You said. “Pratt and Whitney isn’t going to sell engines like that to a civilian. My father doesn’t care how much money you throw at them.”

The door opened and you heard a deep shaky voice coming from around the corner. “I think your father will do whatever it takes to get you back.”

Wilson Fisk came into view. He walked around the table and stood next to Wesley who was sitting across from you at a long table.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Fisk but I know my father isn’t going to give you what you want and I know that you’re not going to kill me because if I’m dead, you have no other bargaining chips.” You said.

Fisk gave you an evil smile. “You know who I am.”

“Of course I know who you are.”

**********

Outside were a couple of large SUV’s and they had some of Fisk’s men inside which Billy and Frank took care of, almost a little too easily. But Fisk didn’t know what kind of marines he was dealing with. They were trained to be silent, anticipate moves by the enemy, and to kill with zero hesitation.

Billy was covered in blood, his black clothing had a bright red sheen to it when the dim lights from overhead shined down on to it, and the front of his vest was slick with all of their blood. He acted like it wasn’t even there, like it was just a part of his gear, and if Billy had the time, he would have tortured and tormented all of them.

He would have done it slowly and with precision, to make them feel as much pain as possible for what they had done. They were just doing what they were ordered to do but that didn’t matter to Billy.

You always have a choice in life and they chose to do this, they chose to work for HIM. They took you away from him and now they had paid the price…all of them.

Frank and Billy left no survivors, they didn’t let any of them go, not even one to warn Fisk they were coming for him. They were left to bleed out on to the gravel beneath them, the tiny pebbles were painted red with their blood as it pooled under their throats where they fell.

Billy would make sure the last two would never leave the shipyard alive.

**********

“That’s it. Keep them talkin’, sweet girl.” Billy said in barely more than a whisper.

Close to Billy’s ear, Frank said, “She has a smart mouth, Bill. I can see why you love her so much.”

Fisk started to speak again.

“You think your boyfriend is out looking for you? Hmmm?” He said.

You touched your tongue to your teeth and gave him a sinister grin. “I know what you want me to say, Mr. Fisk. But you’re not gonna get it. What I am gonna tell you is that my guess is you kidnapping me is high profile to the FBI and as soon as they find their way out of that wet paper bag they seem to be stuck in, they’ll be searching for me. Sending Mr. Wesley in to talk to my father was just dumb on your part. You didn’t even try to make it sound legit.” You said with a laugh.

Frank chuckled. “You two really are made for each other.”

You could tell Wilson Fisk was starting to get angry.

“I have people all over this shipyard! I doubt they can’t handle ONE marine!” He yelled across the table.

“I’m sure Billy is waiting patiently for that phone call to come in to tell him that I have been found unharmed.” You said in a sarcastic and teasing tone. “He would never EVER get in the way of authority figures.”

Fisk made a motion like he was going to walk over and strike you when a figure dressed in all black shattered the flimsy glass by diving through the window.

Before Wesley could pull out his gun, the figure moved in front of you and pushed you away from the table when two shots came from the window. One bullet went into Wesley’s head, the other into Fisk’s chest and he collapsed onto the ground.

Clutching his chest, Fisk looked up at the figure who just shot him and they pulled the hood up away from their face.

It was Billy.

“I wanted you to see my face as I watch the life drain from yours.” Billy growled.

Coughing up blood, Fisk managed to ask, “H-how?”

Billy flashed that perfect smile of his but he had an evil twist behind it. He ejected the blade from his wrist and inched closer to Fisk’s face before opening his throat and twisting the blade so the wound wouldn’t close.

“How?” Billy asked. “You took what is most precious to me in this world, you took what was MINE. And you fucked with the wrong marines.” He hissed.

Billy removed the blade from Fisk’s neck and watched as his blood pooled on the floor underneath him and the light faded from his eyes.

Frank lifted his mask.

“You ok, sweetheart?” He asked, trying to catch his breath.

“You came for me too, Frank?” You asked.

“Of course I did. I wasn’t gonna let Bill do this by himself.” He said, cutting your hands loose. “I tell ya what, kid. I’m surprised he didn’t try and hit you before I jumped through the window, you have a mouth on you.” He said with a smirk.

Billy rushed to your side and fell to his knees. “You alright, sweet girl?!” He pulled you into a tight embrace, so tight that it made it hard to breathe and kissed the top of your head.

“I’m ok, Billy. Really, I am. Only slightly traumatized, I think.” You said with a warm smile.

Billy’s lips collided with yours, his long slender fingers tangled in your hair as he planted kisses all over your forehead and your cheeks before wrapping his fingers around your throat like a necklace and softly kissing your lips again.

“I love you…so much.” He said, his onyx colored eyes gazed at you like he hasn’t seen you in a week.

Tears pricked the back of your eyes and one streaked down your cheek before he brushed it away with his thumb. “I love you too, Billy.”

“I hate to break this up, but we gotta get outta here.” Said Frank.

On the way back, Frank and Billy told you exactly what to say when you walk into the police station. Billy held you close in the back seat while Frank drove, his heart was racing, and you felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest against the side of your face.

He came for you and killed everyone that got in his way, including the Kingpin of New York City. The rage in his eyes died down and the tension in his body relaxed as soon as he held you in his arms again. You were back with him, where you belonged, and if he had to, he would do it all again without hesitation.

Billy valued your life more than he valued his own, he loved you more than anything, and he would take on the entire city if it meant you would stay safe.

He flashed that perfect smile at you after he kissed you goodbye. You weren’t even gone for very long but you missed that smile and wondered if you were ever going to see it again.

“I’ll be back to get you and you’re never walking by yourself ever again.” He said with a wink.

No one has ever shown you the kind of love Billy has and he’s never known love by anyone which is why you always made it a point to tell him every day how much you loved him, how you felt safe with him, and how you would never abandon him like so many others had done before.

His chin rested on top of your head in the back of the car, as his fingers danced up and down your arm, soothing you and telling you he’d never let anyone hurt you again.

You didn’t want to but you had to tell him.

“Billy?”

“Yeah baby?” He answered.

“They took my watch…the one you gave me for Christmas.” You had said.

Billy kissed the top of your head. “I’ll get you a new one, my love.”

You leaned back to look up at him through your long dark lashes and pulled him in close to your face and gently kissed him.

“Until the end of time, Billy?” You whispered.

He just smiled his million dollar smile at you and replied, “Until the end of time, sweet girl.”

Before going inside the station, you paused on the sidewalk and looked up at the sky, painted black and navy with the moon cast behind the clouds. Tears welled up in your eyes because just a few hours ago, you weren’t certain you would ever see the sky again and you were incredibly thankful to be alive.

You weren’t sure the sun would ever kiss the high points of your face again or see the person you loved most that would rather watch the world burn than live without you in it.

Under the pale moonlight, you closed your eyes, and inhaled sharply. The lingering smell of salt from the shipyard still fresh as you took a deep breath in through your nose and then exhaling, watching your warm breath meet the crisp autumn air outside.

You took in the familiar city scents that you never wanted to take for granted again, fresh coffee, warm toasted almonds, and pizza slices hot from the oven. The sounds of broken bottles hitting the sidewalk, car alarms, and ambulance sirens were all music to your ears.

You were alive because he fought for you…and won.

Stepping inside the police station, you saw uniforms everywhere, they were carrying papers, rushing past you, and not giving you a second look before one stopped, looked at your disheveled appearance, and asked, “Are you alright miss?”

You stood up straight, nodded, and replied.

“Yes…I’d like to report a kidnapping. And a bunch of dead bodies.”

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faeriekit · 1 year

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Works archived on Faeriekit’s AO3 page:

Links included! 🖱

DCU/DCU Crossovers:

Blister Pack: Completed.

Danny Phantom x Young Justice(ish) prompt fill from @stealingyourbones and @mikami1992 on tumblr: What if the Kryptonian cloning process required a little more refinement than simply adding human DNA? (Conner-centric.) Archived.

Quiet Respite: No set update schedule.

Teen romance Cass Cain x Peter Parker, loosely inspired by the Dark Matter premise. Batgirl!Cass finds a spider-thief loose in Gotham. Peter is introduced to a friend’s quiet sister. Neither are not all that they seem.

Dig Three Graves in Apartment 31c: Completed

Danny Phantom x Batman prompt fill. Danny, in the role of Willis Todd. Angst/Not a lot of Comfort. Originally posted on tumblr. Archived

Catching Stars and Comets: No set update schedule

Prompt fill, but like...my own prompt. “Reverse Robins AU but instead of making Damien oldest and going down the line so on and so forth, it’s a bunch of assembled weird vigilante-crime men and their accidentally adopted autistic eight year old rich boy, Bruce, who calls himself ‘batkid’ for reasons beyond their mutual understanding of expected kid behavior.” (Batkid!AU) Originally posted on tumblr. Archived.

The Haunting of Drake Manor: No set update schedule.

Batman x Danny Phantom prompt fill. "Tim, as a kid, wishes for a new mom. Desiree didn't know her wishes could turn against HER, of all people. However, Tim's wish had turned her into something resembling a human form and now she felt obligated to take care of the little guy." Angst, Found Family (sorta), and shenanigans. Posting primarily on tumblr.

The Health and Wellbeing of Hybrid Entities: No set update schedule.

Danny Phantom x DCU Crossover. “Adrift in an unknown space, his transportation lost, his body a wreck, and only half-conscious, Danny has to find himself somewhere safe to recover.Now, if only he can convince the locals to leave him alone while he does... [A mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]”

The Foster Mother: Completed

Danny Phantom x DCU Crossover. “Tim wasn't waiting for anyone to call on him at Wayne Manor. His parents were dead. The investors already knew he had nothing to offer them. The gawkers and gossips had already wrung every sordid detail about his parent's deaths out of him; but there was someone waiting for him in the sitting room downstairs. Someone had already come all this way, just to ask for Timothy Drake. Tim wasn't all that excited to find out who the caller would be. (Or: Jazz Fenton packs a bag, and goes to find a child she used to know.)“

Dead Man Walking: Completed.

Danny Phantom x Batman crossover. Talons!AU. “None of this was Danny's problem— and he's determined to keep it that way, no matter what the cops, the weird dude in full-on themed body armor, or the secret society of rich people hiding in the sewers of Gotham had to say. If he wasn't getting paid for over time and he wasn't not on the clock, then what was he supposed to do about it?? Or: Talons, Talons, everywhere, and nary a living Mortician around to clean them up.” Archived.

Patchwork Memories: Completed.

Danny Phantom x Batman prompt fill. (I'm paraphrasing the original post here) A younger Danny is a clone of Jason Todd, and is deeply interested in finding family that has yet to reject or experiment on him, and tries to Bond. Dick is mourning a brother he never spent time getting to know, and doesn't need the constant reminder. Originally posted to tumblr. Archived.

The Firstborn Son: Completed

Danny Phantom x Batman. “Danny Phantom, a somewhat established ruler of the Ghost Zone, has unwittingly acquired a baby. And. Well. He can't exactly keep it in Pariah's Keep. It would be convenient to have the baby's other parent take care of it...assuming that the man is entirely innocent of the plan to sell their offspring for immortality. There has to be a way to prove that the man is safer than the home the baby comes from. But the man has his own ward. Hm. Danny can exploit this. What's an assessment without a little test?”

Lazy Sunday: Completed

Danny Phantom x Batman. “Jason Todd does not have a boyfriend. He has a dom, because vulnerability is for chumps and Jason's playing it to win. It doesn't matter that Foley likes picking soft clothes for him, or eating breakfast together, or sharing chores— look, he's only here to get hypnotized straight out of his trauma-induced cycle of self-punishment, okay?? The blow jobs are just necessary to hit that end goal! That's all!” E rated Tucker/Jason Domestic Hypnokink smut. Archived.

Anger Management: Completed

Danny Phantom x Batman. “Jazzmine Fenton is her parents' daughter. She is going to rehabilitate this lingering specter and make him safe to human society, even if it kills him. (Again.) Jason is, like any red-blooded American man facing down a gorgeous redhead, entirely into that. He never wants another therapist in his afterlife ever again.” Somehow both Dead Dove/E Rated and also a family reconciliation fic. Originally posted to tumblr for Halloween. Archived. Check the warnings before reading.

DPxDC tumblr fills: No continuation

Shared Custody (Tucker/Sam/Danny ghost pregnancy. Weirder than it sounds, actually)

Auto-Parentification (and other half-assed wish fulfillment scenarios) [Villain!Tim/Danny tangle with time, Robin!Tim, and appropriate childhood milestones]

A Bed, a Breakfast, and a Pending Paternity Test (Jazz&Danny are half alien, and Dick gets a clone scare)

Danny Phantom:

Monster in the Closet: No set collaboration schedule.

Danny finds Dani alone and injured...in perhaps the most conspicuous setting possible. Reasonably, he loses his shit. The school staff struggles to provide what care they can to an increasingly hostile, increasingly inhuman teenage student.

A Visitation: Completed (?)

Gray Ghost, Demon!AU. Valerie grapples with hiding her demon hunting from her boyfriend...but her dual-natured boyfriend always knows where she’s gone. Explicit. Check the warnings before reading.

Faer’s 2024 Phic Phight Fills (Danny Phantom One Shots) can be found here.

Percy Jackson:

Trade of Trickery: MIA

Sometimes change is wrought by divine intervention. Sometimes change is wrought by Sally Jackson, winner of Mom Of The Year for over a decade, new devotee to Hermes, and apartment complex manager. She is singlehandedly going to right the world for the sake of her son, or die trying.

Perseus Jackson, God of the Shrimps: Completed.

Simultaneously a crack!fic, a discord meme, a Creole!Percy fic, and a Texan!Annabeth fic. Really.

Kids on Pegasi: Completed. Awaiting further beta-testing.

TTRPG adaptation of the Kids on Brooms/Kids on Bikes system by Renegade Games, modified for Percy-Jackson-themed play. Screen-reader accessible version is provided. Links to free materials from both systems provided. Not a fic.

#faer winds #2212 #ao3 #faer fic

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xylianasblog · 1 year

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Never felt so alone.

Pairings: Loak x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst.. alll the angst.. no thing else but angst.

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Being along has always been something that wasn’t foreign to you. In fact you embraced the comfort that being alone brings to you.

The silence was so welcoming that being around people felt so suffocating, so consuming that you felt you were drowning in a never ending sea of people. The voices so loud you felt as if you needed to claw at your own ears.

But then where was him. You never minded his overwhelming personality, one that was very different from yours. He loved to adventure be reckless, he loves to have fun, and you? God you couldn’t stand being out of your comfort zone but for him? You’d do anything.

To you, he was the embodiment of perfection. The color of his eyes were like that if the sun. Soft yet warm pools of yellow that seem to swallow you and fill your entire body with warmth. The way he laughed when you told a stupid joke, a very unfunny stupid joke at that. You enjoyed the sound of his voice and how much taller he was compared to you. You adored every single part of his different features. A human and a na’vi such a crazy thing, yes there was spider, but you and him were completely inseparable, as thick as thrives Jake often said.

One night you both lay awake staring up at the sky, you wrapped up in his body feeling safe and warm. “It’s you and me against the world y/n. Forever. I see you.” He said as he turned to stare at you, oh god those eyes.. those pretty yellow eyes that lit up at night. You could help but smile and repeat the words. “I see you.” And you did you saw him for everything that he was. You knew that for you he was it, he was your everything. A kiss was all it took for you to give him every ounce of your heart.

Until you weren’t his, until he wasn’t even yours, until everything changed.

It had been exactly three months since The Sully family and yourself have been at the Metkayina clan. Exactly three months as you watched him pull away from you, exacty three months that you’ve sat watching him fall in love with that beautiful Metkayina girl you couldn’t even bring yourself to hate.

It made much more sense for him and her because you were just a human, a small fragile thing. So easily breakable. Yuh couldn’t do the things they did no matter how hard you tried. You couldn’t keep up, you were such the weakest link, the runt. You felt completely out of his league.

You sat and watched, knowing that this love you had for him was now nothing to him. Your friendship felt like single fragment of your imagination and the only thing that made it real was the fact the no matter how bad you wanted to escape you couldn’t.

You watched as they snuck off at night, how they sat together, how they were now inseparable, every small glance, every little touch, every word even the ones left unsaid. You seen it all yet you refused to let the hurt show. You knew as well as anyone that the heartbreak you were facing was unavoidable so you accepted it full force. Once again accepting the solace of being alone, the feeling of peace it brought. You couldn’t understand how you enjoyed being alone to hate how it felt to truly to alone. Because even when you were alone he was always there, somewhere.

You sat at the beach toes buried in the sand, watching as the waves crashed against the shore. Once again alone, this time however you didn’t mind the feeling, you couldn’t afford too. Staring up at the stared in the sky a look of contempt on your face. “I’ve never felt so alone, now that I ain’t got you here.” Your voice whispered ever so softly into the night air letting the silence carry it for you, letting the heaviness lift from your heart as you accepted the quiet. Finally accepting being so alone.

#loak sully #avatar #loak x you #loak angst #avatar twow

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nrc-confessions · 2 months

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Okay here’s the whole story I apologize greatly for how long this is

So today I was cooking lunch for myself at Scarabia, (I sometimes have to cook for myself if the cafeteria doesn’t have any of my safe foods that day) and I heard someone enter the kitchen. The dorm was mostly empty so I expected it to just be some other Scarabia student I’ve never met or smth

Lo and behold, it wasn’t, it was Kalim

Me and him share a class idk if I’ve said that (new spider anon lore 🤯) and he’d gotten injured during P.E this morning so I figured he was at the dorm as well, but I assumed he’d be in his room. It wasn’t anything bad he just fell off his broom and got kinda bruised up but Jamil was still flipping his shit

ANYWAY I finished cooking and ended up sharing some food w Kalim (side note he’s eaten my food before and I’m always rlly touched abt it bcuz Ik he struggles w eating food that Jamil didn’t cook and just knowing he trusts me that much is hnnnnnng) and once we finished eating he asked if I wanted to go carpet flying

I knew he was exempt from class bcuz he got hurt but I still very much had to go to class around this time, but I was not about to miss this opportunity so alchemy be damned

We’ve gone carpet flying once or twice before but from what I understand Kalim takes rlly anyone he feels like carpet flying (including paw anon fuck you calliope I havent forgiven you) so I didn’t think too much of it but at this point I was already gay panicking so this didn’t help

Anyway we get on the carpet n all that and I was kinda starting to zone out of a few reasons, the main being i have a slight fear of heights and I was kinda exhausted cuz I’ve had a tough past couple weeks but I was also zoning out bcuz I tend to do that while in close proximity to kalim

So I went kinda quiet and just hoped he’d keep talking and wouldn’t notice (also bcuz I love listening to him ramble) but he went quiet after a second too and then asked if I was okay, and I quickly said I was fine and went back to being silent but he didn’t keep talking so it was kinda awkward for a second THEN HE FUCKIN “are you sure you’re okay, habibi?” And I almost fell off the carpet

I made a comment abt how I was just rlly tired and ended up kinda rambling then I rambled a bit too far and said like ‘and you know how I get around you’ but I laughed it off and hoped he didn’t notice but he DID and HE TOOK IT THE WEONF WAY cuz he assumed that meant I didn’t like being around him??? And so I tried to elaborate without outing myself which was rlly hard and I think he caught on but he didn’t say anything so I just kept talking and digging myself a deeper hole but then (this is where I get really pathetic) I looked at him and he just had the most gentle patient expression on his face and I just started sobbing bcuz no one’s ever looked at me like that and i can’t properly process my emotions NORMALLY much less when it’s him then he kinda panicked a little bit but then he hugged me out of nowhere and I was NOT okay but I also kinda needed it so I just kinda sat there and cried into his shoulder for a few minutes and he was like whispering things some of it was in English some of it was in Arabic and I don’t know if it was making me cry harder or helping but he was like running his fingers through my hair and I just couldn’t take it anymore and I completely lost grasp of my emotions and ended up saying I love you without even realizing it then as soon as I realized it I panicked and let go of the hug and apologized but he just put his hands on my face and looked at me with his pretty fucking eyes and said it was okay and I lost all ability to breathe

Anyway he kinda like came closer and I was expecting him to hug me again but then he like moved his hand to my shoulder and used the other one to move my hair out of my face and I just completely lost it everything I did from here on is a blurry haze I was fueled by exhaustion and Gay panic but I lunged forward and kissed him AND HE KISSED BACK AND PUT HIS HANDS IN MY HAIR AND I STARTED CRYING AGAIN but then he brought thr carpet back down and I ran off to class and I’m currently typing this while half listening to Crewel yell at me but uh that happened

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Thank you for your confession!

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Leo is out on the boat with his dad. It's just a boat trip, nothing more or less.

Except it isn't, because something is very very wrong.

It takes him a minute, and then another, before he realises he knows this place, he remembers it, and his dad has zoned out too. The boat is just going, on, on, on...

On the horizon is a whale.

Leo doesn't even have time to remember what happens next before he is tossed into the sea.

It's wrong, wrong, wrong though, because dying was quick, and this is so slow. The whale just ate him, right? Just slammed his shell into the side of the boat and slurped up his remains? But now Leonardo is sinking, sinking, sinking, air stolen and turning sour.

Dad will swim down and save him soon, right?

Right?

He tries to call for his dad and gets a lungful of water instead. He screams, and he yells, begs his father to find him - or his pa, or an aunt, or an uncle, anyone!

Something does find him.

Something is the whale.

Leo shrieks and screams as it opens its mouth, a gaping, yawning, horrifying void and -

And everything is black before he processes what is there.

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Leo wakes up screaming. She did not even know that she could scream until she hears the noise, and feels the way Dapper is pressed against her. Trying to muffle the sound.

It is dark, dark, dark, but Leonarda can breathe again.

Where are the others, though? Where did they go?

Another egg presses against her side - Ramon, her other twin, her twins are here - and across the cave a small light flickers to life.

It lights up Tallulah, who shuffles over to Leo, but not the cave and its pitch black walls. Richarlyson shuffles over too, his prosthetic still broken despite Ramon and Dapper's best attempts. There just aren't the parts in this hellscape, Ramon had bitched.

Squinting against the dark, Leo can see the other two eggs - Chayanne and Pomme - flanking the entrance to their cave. She cannot tell which is which with so little light, but one is looking back to check on her while the other continues squinting out across the barren waste.

Slowly, with her siblings so close, Leo forces herself to breathe. Once, twice, and bursts into tears. She wants her dad and her pa, wants to go back to them and hide away and let them keep her safe.

But she can't, they'd agreed - they had to run! And they have to keep running! The monsters-

The monsters weren't going to spare them or their families; splitting up was the best chance they had. Thin the numbers, and pray.

There's the plink of one of her siblings placing down a sign, and it startles the tears away.

'Who do we need to kill?' Ramon asks of her.

Nobody tells her to be quiet - they all already know that.

Leo doesn't have many signs left after so long on the run; rather than place down one of her own, she presses a little harder against his side.

Ramon presses back, and Dapper follows her. Pomme comes over from beside the cave mouth, leaving Chayanne zipping back and forth on a short but protective patrol, and tackles Leo too. The others take it as a sign, and soon enough Leo finds herself at the bottom of a pile of eggs.

It's not her dad, or her pa, and this world is cold and dark and filled with danger, but... it is her family.

She feels more than sees Dapper take charge, rearranging the group until their weakest are at the centre. Ramon slumps harder, falling back asleep now the tension is gone. They have no blankets or mattresses or sleeping bags, but between them they are making do.

Their parents will find them soon, right?

Beat up the monster without worrying about them being hurt too, then come find them? It's already been... Leo isn't sure how long. Their parents are strong - so strong - so they must be coming soon.

(They couldn't save her from a whale.)

(They've learnt, now, they must have learnt; they'll be here to save them soon.)

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp leonarda #qsmp leo #qsmp eggs #i'm not tagging all of them and you will deal with it #pronoun and name swap for leo #nightmares #the great qsmp egg hunt #sorry for characterisation most eggs I only know via clips as timing #in theory this is an october challenge but lol it doesn't have the right vibes for the prompt i used

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aerodaltonimperial · 2 years

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ABOUT//

hi. i’m katy. i am a certified fandom old™️fair warning, i do not know how to use the queue so following me means you get all my hyperfixations in real time as god intended. this blog is typically wrestling, wrestling, more wrestling, and things that make me laugh so hard i snort liquid out my nose. i only watch aew. i’m in it for the little guys (and gals). i use A LOT of capslock. my tags are a mess and absolutely nothing is searchable, that’s just how we run things around here. generally speaking, i flail about my ride or dies and simply won’t talk about anyone i dislike, so for the most part, this is a hate-free zone. the exception to this is cm punk. i think that man should be lit on fire. do not follow me if you are a punk fan. i’ve probably already blocked you, but there’s a chance i missed if you are quiet about it and weren’t in the tags when i went on my sprees. other than that, no surprises; you know who you gonna hear about here!! pretty transparent.

i used to fill a lot of prompts. maybe someday i will do this again. i’ve got a young kiddo, and i talk about her. she is generally the reason i don’t get much sleep. i love getting asks and typically don’t sugarcoat things! i’m a matched set with @perhapswhoknowsvamp. 💚

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🖤💚junglecorpse (jack/darby)

🧡💚junglehook (jack/hook)

💚🤜🤛🧡the besties (jack & hook)

⚰️🧡 darby/hook

🍊🖤 orange/darby

where it doesn’t hurt | haven’t died yet | comfort | fingers

🔮🍑spookypeach (anna/julia)

the russian roulette of other wrestle pairings

chrono trigger

chrono cross

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Deeper Down

Computer Science 101

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Invisibility was one of the hardest spells to use in the game. It was only sold in one town, way out on the coast, and it was so magic-heavy that almost nobody used it. Generally, it was one of those things people ignored in favor of items or the occasional potion. They didn’t work as well, and they were expensive, but they were handy if you could afford them.

“How did you even get a tome of invisibility?” Adrienne asked as Nathan rummage in his pockets for the components he needed. He also handed her a potion of magic, which he would presumably need after casting the spell. “They’re super rare.”

“Picked it up on a side quest,” Nathan told her and handed her a small bottle of what looked like seeds, but which glowed faintly green. “I was holding onto it for a guildie’s birthday. He’s a completionist, and I know he hates that zone.”

“If we make it out of here, I’ll help you go get another one,” Adrienne offered, and handed him the bottle back when he reached for it. She kept a close eye on the cavern before them. She couldn’t see any of the lizard-folk, but there was a lot of water, and every possibility that they were hiding. “If we ever want to play again, I mean. After this…”

“I kind of do,” Nathan admitted. He poured the seeds into his palm, along with a handful of other small components. “Knowing that everyone is real, knowing that we really are helping people like Liqho. Maybe once we leave it won’t be real anymore, but it will still feel real, you know?”

“Yeah,” Adrienne said, warmed by the way he cared about people he hadn’t even known were real until recently. “I do know. Okay, you ready?”

“Yes. Stay close. I can’t hold this around both of us for long.”

Adrienne pressed close to his side as he pulled his magic out of the undead lizards around them, and then tossed his handful of components into the air. The components vanished into a scattering of almost-transparent glitter that rained down onto them weightlessly. As soon as it touched them, their bodies shimmered, and faded out of sight.

“Stay quiet. It doesn’t hide sound,” Nathan said. Adrianne held onto him, glad she could still feel him, and they started walking. “We have about five minutes. Maye more, but it will cost me.”

“We’ll be fast,” Adrienne said, and groped for his hand until she could pass the magic restorative over to him. She felt him take it and heard the lid pop. “If there’s a problem, I’ll buy you a minute.”

“Right.”

They fell silent as they stepped into the grand cavern. Glowing flowers hung down from the ceiling in long curtains, and the lake steamed. Adrienne was already sweating from her heavy cloak, but she didn’t try to take it off. She would need it when they got back outside. The cave didn’t smell bad, but it did smell wet, and a little mildewed.

Something moved in the lake and Adrienne watched closely as several of the lizards surfaced lazily, barely distinguishable form the wide, mossy logs that floated beside them. She closed her fingers around Nathan’s arm as they made their way, painfully slow, across the wide cave. There were nests beside the passage out and Adrienne stifled a curse. There were half a done lizards lounging near them, in farious stages of awake. They all seemed to be tending the eggs together, although the nests were separate.

It just reinforced Adrienne’s hope that they could leave the poor lizards safely in peace. There were other caves where they could live. Somewhere that they wouldn’t bother anyone. There had to be a way to move them away from Kelpwaters without killing them all.

By the time they reached the passage out, Nathan was shaking with the strain of holding the invisibility spell. He was powerful, but a spell like that burned magic like crazy. Even a mage like Nathan couldn’t hold it for long. Adrienne did her best to support him until they were safely out of the cavern and into a small alcove.

“Let it go,” she told him as he leaned on her shoulder, invisible, but breathing hard. “Let it go. We can make it the rest of the way.”

He didn’t reply, but the invisibility faded away from them in a wave. When it was gone, Adrienne pulled out another magic restorative and handed it to him. It wasn’t safe to take too many, but two should be alright. He downed it and took another long, slow breath before he nodded.

Together, they delved deeper into the lair. It was harder to sneak than it was to fight their way through, but neither of them were willing to kill any more of the lizards than they already had. Adrienne’s sneak stat was amazing of course, thanks to her class as a rogue, and Nathan’s wasn’t terrible, because he liked to do no-kill missions now and again.

“This looks established,” Nathan noted the deeper they went, through twisting hallways and small alcoves that weren’t really big enough for both of them, but somehow were just enough cover. “This nest, I mean. They’ve been here for a long time. Why are they getting hostile now?”

“Might just be the new DLC dropped them here,” Adrienne said, unable to forget that they were inside what was once just a video game. “Wait, you remember the new DLC trailer? They were dropping the new Woodweaver class. I bet you this quest introduces them.”

“Weren’t they druids?”

“Sort of. More ranger-druid crossclassers. Less magic. More stabbing. Some sort of Deep, Spiritual Origin.”

“So we could be looking at an artifact,” Nathan said and pulled her backwards into the shadows just in time to avoid another of the lizards. “Something making them go crazy?”

“Makes more sense than an established nest suddenly becoming a problem all of a sudden.”

“Fair. Okay, well, if we’re going by dungeons, it’s gonna be in the lowest part of the nest,” Nathan suggested once the lizard was past and they were on the move again. They passed a reeking cave with far too many bones. Adrienne tried not to look at it too closely. Most of them were animals, but she saw at least two human skulls in there too. Nathan winced when he spotted them, but they didn’t stop. “Guarded by a boss.”

“That’s going to be a problem. Bosses are hard to sneak past,” Adrienne said reluctantly, but then something occurred to her. The next time they had to hide, she pulled out her inventory scroll in vain and muttered a curse when she found the item she wanted. “Crap. I thought I still had that de-agro bracelet, but I think I sold it.”

“I have mine, but we both need one,” Nathan said once he checked his own inventory. “But that gives me an idea. It wouldn’t work in the game, but do you think I could put the boss to sleep?”

“Worth a shot. Come on. The sooner we get down there, the sooner we find out why these things have gotten so mad, so fast.”

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filmdesque · 5 months

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SMOL SINDAY TIDBITS . ( UPDATED VERSION ! )

001. jonathan is VERY SENSITIVE to touch, especially during sex. it's a bit surprising given the fact that he's so touch-starved, but maybe less so due to him generally being very ticklish too — though when he's in bed with someone, the moment they get an erogenous zone, he's putty in their hands. he'll be reduced to a whining, whimpering mess in no time at all. his most erogenous zones are his neck, his thighs, and his hips.

002. we've already determined that jonathan is a BOTTOM here, but also in general, he likes being ordered around. he's less quick to obey when it comes to some commands over others, but if it's something he needs, then he won't waste time getting to it. however, he is absolutely capable of being dominant with someone, especially if they are more submissive than him and enjoy occupying that role.

003. jonathan is generally very QUIET, but he is absolutely capable of being louder if he's with someone he trusts deeply. he'll usually gasp and whine and breathe really loudly during foreplay, the volume going up a bit if his partner gets a sensitive spot.

004. jonathan considers himself vanilla, but he still has AN ARRAY OF KINKS he'd like to explore, most of which he has little to no experience with. he has a pretty prominent femdom kink, for if he's sexually involved with anyone who presents femininely, he'll not only beg them to do things to him but also become hesitant if requested to be more dominant. he's also interested in light bdsm, sensation play, nipple play, being praised, being humiliated, teasing, overstimulation, handcuffs, being blindfolded, edging, piercing play, body worship, & light choking (but be careful with this one since it reminds him of the upside down; always safe to ask him first as with any kink/kinky activity).

005. jonathan also has quite a pressing UNIFORM KINK, despite also not have any experience with this and being rather embarrassed about it, making him hesitant to bring it up with his sexual partners. he's particularly turned on by cowboy, sheriff, soldier, nurse, and cheerleader uniforms. he also very much digs lingerie on people of any gender.

006. jonathan has had QUITE A FEW sexual fantasies, most if not all of which have been kept completely to himself. they also have more to do with locations and activities than specific individuals. one of them is to have sex in a body of water, particularly in a pool or the bath/shower, a second being to have sex while trapped in a small space with someone, but forced to be quiet because of the activity on the other side of the door, and a third being to experiment with food in the bedroom (he's joked about wanting to turn a past partner into an ice cream sundae before). he also doesn't have a ton of experience with bondage either, so he'd like to do more of that, especially if it involves him being the one to be tied up.

007. jonathan is a MASOCHIST, meaning that he can easily derive sexual pleasure from experiencing discomfort or pain in the bedroom. he prefers to be on the receiving end of any pain or discomfort, most often comfortable with actions such as being lightly slapped, spanked, grabbed, pinched, scratched, or bitten. he is also very much into being marked. he wants the world to know that he's taken.

008. jonathan often tends to be a JEALOUS LOVER, despite trying his damndest not to let it show, at least not out in public. when he's with a partner and they get handsy or seemingly flirty with another person when they're out and about, he'll be subtle about it, maybe linking an arm around their waist or shoulders to pull them close or nuzzle their ear or the top of their head. but behind closed doors, you bet he's going to be kissing them roughly, pulling them in flush against his body so he can nibble at their collarbones or their neck or wherever they're sensitive and/or is generally visible, just to let the rest of the world know that they're taken (all with their consent, of course, and he'll stop right away if they look uncomfortable or tell him to back off). to put it shortly, making him jealous is the surefire way to bring out his more domineering side.

009. despite considering himself pretty vanilla, from time to time jonathan will get curious and will like to try out some of his partners' ideas for the bedroom. this curiosity and excitement about what his partners have planned will tend to escalate to the point where jonathan may even consider himself an EXPERIMENTALIST. he finds it exciting not only to let his partners have most or full control about what goes down in the bedroom, but also to be surprised (not like in an out of nowhere/non-consenusal way) by their ideas or what they may have planned. thankfully, most things have gone pretty well and he's enjoyed most experimentation he's had with partners in the past. it was after all what led to the development/discovery of his handcuff, blindfold, and uniform fetishes/kinks in the first place.

010. as of right now, jonathan has not canonically tried it (and i wish to write a thread where he does try it for the first time sshh), but here's a spoiler alert: he absolutely loves PROSTATE STIMULATION. he loves both giving and receiving it, but mostly receiving. while giving it can give him a sense of power in how he has so much control over his partner's pleasure, jon is very much a bottom and a pillow prince(ss?) so he'd very much rather be the one experiencing the pleasure. he loves that it makes him so needy; all you have to do is scissor your fingers over that bundle of nerves a couple times and he'll be melted like a puddle in your arms, completely at your mercy, whining and begging for more. he also gets off at his partners getting off, so if they like when their partners are needy and submissive and are turned on by the noises their partners make, they're perfect for him. and, as we mentioned, he is also very much a masochist who gets turned on by discomfort, especially if the discomfort is caused by overstimulation.

( to be updated on occasion ccc: )

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Whump Wednesday - 41 - BBC Ghosts

Title: Empty [AO3]

Characters: The Captain/Havers

Prompt: The Captain and Havers being almost happy once. - Prompt by the lovely @iris-in-the-rain.

A/N: This was very fun to write even though it's full of regrets. I hope you'll like it! 💙

Prompts are open, so if you want me to write a story for you as well just send me an ask with the fandom, characters and your prompt. I’m writing for Ghosts, Yonderland, Horrible Histories and Bill at the moment.

Six Idiots Whump Wednesday / Fluff Friday masterlist is here.

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Empty

The Captain did not like looking back on his past. It stirred up feelings he preferred to stay buried, memories he wished he could lock away and keep safe forever, not to mention regrets he knew he would never be able to deal with if he allowed himself to think about them for even just one moment. No, it was better to put it all in the back of his mind where none of it could do any harm. There was no use dwelling on these things anyway. Nothing good ever came from that and the Captain had a whole new present to live in now – so to speak.

There were some days though, special days, when the past felt just a little closer than it normally was; so close it almost seemed within reach. Laughter from long ago would ring in his ears on those days, accompanied by the sound of splashing water. A summer breeze would gently ruffle his hair even though it might be the middle of winter, and his skin would tingle from a gentle touch the wind had carried away a long, long time ago.

Today was such a day. The Captain knew the older ghosts, the ones who had been around when he was still alive and stationed at Button House, were aware of it. They let him be – they always did when the day came around, and he was grateful for it. The last thing he needed was for anyone to make a fuss about something that had nothing to do with them. All he wanted was a quiet moment by himself.

As always on this day, his feet carried him to the lake. Small waves were gently rippling towards the shore when he arrived and for a moment, the Captain simply watched as they formed, rose and finally dissolved. It wasn’t quite as warm as it had been eighty years ago but the sun was shining and the cloudless sky overheard was a bright, brilliant blue. He allowed his eyes to fall close and simply stood there, trying to take it all in: the sound of the waves, the warmth of the sun, the birds singing all around him. He liked to think they were the descendants of those little fellows he and Havers used to observe together in the mornings; hearing them sing warmed his heart like few things could nowadays.

With a sigh, the Captain sat down on the dewy grass and pulled his legs up to his chest. The lake held many good memories for him – hence why he normally steered clear of it. The ghosts of the past were particularly present here. If he listened just hard enough, he could almost hear Havers calling to him from the water.

“Come on, sir! The water is quite pleasant. You will like it!”

The Captain smiled to himself. He had never been able to say no to Havers, especially not when his lieutenant had smiled at him like that, all soft and sweet, as if he genuinely wanted the Captain to join in on the fun. Havers had been the best second-in-command he could have asked for, and if he was being honest with himself, exactly the kind of person he’d needed in his life at the time: someone who would gladly nudge him in the right direction but not force him out of his comfort zone in the process. The Captain was very much aware of the fact that he often tended to stand on the outside, looking in. It came with the rank, for one, but he’d always had trouble fitting in and connecting with others, even as a child. Havers had made it so easy to bridge that distance between him and his fellow men. All he’d had to do was smile and hold out his hand for the Captain to forget whatever what-ifs he’d been worrying about and follow his lead.

He’d left a huge hole when he left for the front.

The Captain rarely allowed himself to miss him these days but when he did, he felt the pain like a piece of shrapnel lodged in his sternum: burning hot and agonising. In those moment, he couldn’t help but wonder what might have happened if he’d never let Havers go; if he’d made up some fake excuse as to why Havers had to stay at Button House – had to stay with him. Would Havers have resented him for meddling with his transfer? Probably. Though the Captain hoped he would have understood once he’d learned why the Captain had so desperately needed him to stay: because he couldn’t imagine his life without him.

Looking up at the sky, the Captain let out another sigh. If only he’d had the courage to do just that –to open his mouth and say, “I need you. I love you. Please stay.” Maybe things would have ended differently for them, then; maybe he’d have finally learned whether or not that small smile that so often lit up Havers’s face when they were together held a hidden meaning, just like he’d always secretly and desperately hoped it did.

It was a lifetime ago that he’d seen that smile. The thought made his heart feel heavy.

It sometimes seemed like it was yesterday that he’d sat here with Havers, in this very spot after a day spent performing manoeuvres with the troops. Their midnight patrol had led them to the lake and they had taken a moment to sit on its shores and look at the stars. There were no stars in the sky now so the Captain closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the memory.

“Do you ever wonder if there’s someone out there?” Havers whispered.

The Captain followed his gaze up to the Belt of Orion. “As in other people?”

Havers nodded. “Wouldn’t it be incredible if somewhere in the universe someone was doing the same thing as we right now? Gazing at the stars, wondering if they were alone?”

The Captain glanced at him and was struck by the look on Havers’s face. His eyes were mirroring the stars above him and reflecting a longing for the unknown the Captain couldn’t quite understand but was mesmerised by nonetheless. He softly cleared his throat. “I think it would be quite incredible.”

With a smile, Havers turned to look at him. “One day we’ll go to the moon, sir, and after that, there will be no limits. Mark my words.”

The Captain’s heart beat a little faster. His fingers itched to move, to wrap themselves around Havers’s and never let him go. In that moment, he knew he would give him the moon and the stars if he could – the whole universe if Havers asked for it – if only to keep him looking at him like that, full of hope and conviction and life.

Then Havers shifted in an attempt to get more comfortable and for one brief, glorious second, their fingers brushed against each other on the grass.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Havers said quietly, pulling back his hand to rest it on his stomach. The Captain immediately mourned its absence.

He cleared his throat. “It’s quite all right. These things happen.”

To his surprise, they kept on happening – sometimes in quite ordinary situations, sometimes during quiet moments that seemed achingly meaningful. Every now and then, their fingers would accidentally touch when they handed files to each other, and Havers would bite his lip and lower his eyes in a way the Captain didn’t think he would ever grow tire of. Then there were the shared glances across rooms, fields and woodland that always seemed to linger just a little longer than they should.

But most precious to him were the moments when they simply existed in the same space and could be a little more at ease around each other than their ranks normally demanded.

The Captain would never forgot that morning when they had woken up in their tent pressed so close together he could feel Havers’s breath against his skin.

“Must have been the cold,” he had tried to laugh it off in his initial embarrassment.

The smile on Havers’s face had dimmed. “Of course, sir. The cold.”

He’d pulled away and the Captain, in a panic, had reached out to grab his arm. “That isn’t to say I haven’t slept well, Havers. Because I have. Better than I have in years, to tell you the truth.”

Havers’s shoulders had relaxed. “So have I, sir.”

It had never happened again, not like this, but there had been a few occasions when they’d woken up together on bleary mornings after long nights of pouring over reports or worried bedside vigils when one of them was sick. The Captain treasured each and every one of them, rare as they were.

I should have given him the letter, he thought to himself as he watched the sunlight dance off the ripples on the lake. He didn’t have anything to lose at this point, after all: Havers had been leaving and while the contents of the letter could have potentially ended his career, the Captain was fairly certain Havers wouldn’t have told a single soul about them.

So what had held him back?

Fear, he supposed: of being rejected, of being found out, of being hated for something he had no control over by the one person whose opinion truly mattered to him. At the time, it had just seemed better to bury the letter along with whatever feelings he had and try to forget that lovely smile that always made butterflies dance in his stomach. Now, though – now the Captain regretted his cowardice with every fibre of his being. It might not have worked out between them in the end but thanks to his own inactions, they never had a chance to find out. They’d never know what could have been.

Letting Havers go had been the biggest mistake of his life. Without him there, his life had become dull, colourless and lonely in a way it hadn’t been before. For Havers’s sake, he hoped it hadn’t been the same for him; and that he’d been able to look back on their shared time together with a smile rather than regret pooling in the pit of his stomach. Most of all, though, he hoped that Havers had found happiness somewhere. He would never forgive himself if he’d doomed him to a life of hopeless longing too.

Looking out over the lake again, the Captain watched in mellowed silence as the first fireflies lit up the dusk that had begun to settle over the grounds of Button House.

“Look, Captain! Aren’t they beautiful? I’ve never seen so many in one place before!”

The Captain smiled to himself and nodded.

“They are, William. Happy birthday.”

He imagined the gentle touch of a hand resting upon his and looked to his right.

As always, the place next to him was empty.

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