#thank you again!!! its good to have at least some sort of exhibition to look forward to without all of our art walks
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stars around my scars; kth. | 05.
pairing: taehyung x fem!reader
genre: college au, goodgirl x badboy (sort of), angst, fluff
warnings: lowercase writing, swearing, drinking, infidelity (not between you and tae), taehyung calls you 'angel', can be confusing at times (i'm a beginner and not a native english speaker), sad chapter again, TW! mentions of homicide, this is very angsty but it ends well, VERY suggestive but no explicit smut, it's short, sorry ><
summary: people are not always what they seem. you learned that the hard way, when you caught your boyfriend cheating, the night that was supposed to be one of the best ones you ever experienced. but on the same night you also learned that in everything bad, there’s always a little bit of good.
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it doesn’t matter how many times they warn you about your first exam season in college, you will never grasp its true feeling until you experience it first hand. that wasn’t any different for you either. having exams for two weeks straight wasn’t exactly a joyride, it was more like hell, actually, but now that you’re nearing the end of it with only one exam left, the draining emotions seem to lessen as well. but that doesn’t mean slacking off, not for you at least. slouching above your books and notes for one last time, you’re trying to soak up as much information as it is humanly possible one night before the exam. you’re right in the middle of memorizing a sentence when your phone starts to ring, taehyung’s name popping up on the screen. for a few seconds, you’re just staring at the screen, not sure if you want to pick it up or not, but after letting it ring for a few times, you pick up anyway.
“hi.”
“could you come over?” no greetings, straight to the point, it’s not a good sign.
“i have my last exam tomorrow, i don’t think i can tonight, i’m sorry.” you reply, your words drenched in guilt as you refuse.
“can you just study here… please?” he insists, and there’s something in his voice that you can’t quite explain, but you have a really bad feeling about it.
“i’m coming.” you say, already sweeping your books in your bag.
on your way over, worse and worse scenarios play in your head, fueling your anxiety, as if it wasn’t through the roof already. you haven’t talked to taehyung since you practically set him up on the day of the exhibition. that was more than two weeks ago, so him calling all of a sudden scared the hell out of you. you couldn’t think of one reasonable motive as of why he did, so instead of thinking, you fastened your steps to reach his apartment as soon as possible. you knock on the door nervously as you try to calm your breathing, which thanks to your hurrying and your anxiety, seems more like hyperventilating. taehyung lets you in after a quiet greeting, and you notice it straight away that something is very-very wrong. he’s quiet, barely even looks at you as he sits back down on the couch, biting his lips anxiously. at first you would think it is because you were avoiding him for some time now, but if he was mad about that, he wouldn’t have insisted that you come over tonight. it was something else, something even worse. you drop your bag on the ground, immediately forgetting about everything other than him. you sit down next to him, trying to create at least a brief eye contact, but your attempt fails. he seems upset, his leg bouncing up and down in a fast rhythm, thanks to his nerves working overtime. you’ve never seen him like this. there were a few moments when he was frustrated or mad, even, but tonight it’s not the same. and it is scary.
“what’s wrong?” you ask after a few moments of silence.
“i went to see my father.”
oh. that explains everything. well, most of the situation anyways. the thing is, taehyung visiting his father didn’t mean a trip two cities away. it meant visiting him in jail. you knew that, cause one night, you let your curiosity get the best of you and you asked him about his dad, regretting it immediately as the words left your mouth, realizing how personal and insensitive that question was. he didn’t seem to mind much though. he explained that he only met his father once before, when he was still a baby. his father always had a bad reputation, doing business with the wrong people, so taehyung’s mom kept him far away from his father and never let him see taehyung again. she wanted him to have a normal and peaceful childhood, not one filled with police investigations and crime. taehyung was still a child when he was convicted, guilty of first degree murder. according to the verdict, one of his sales went wrong and he murdered the alleged customer. taehyung believed that his father was framed, that it was someone else, trying to set him up. although his mom cut every connection to him, he had his ways of getting the information he wanted, through his dad’s friends. for a while, he even tried to prove his dad’s innocence, but since he was nothing more than a sixteen year old boy, no one took him seriously, so he stopped, but never gave up hope that one day he will be proven right. he wasn’t.
“he’s not the person i thought he was… he admitted everything to me, no remorse… he even seemed proud.” his voice is shaky from all the frustration and disbelief he’s feeling. you could see his whole world shatter in his eyes, years of hope and trust, all for nothing.
“i’m so sorry, taehyung..” you say, taking his hand in yours, but he pulls it back.
“he’s a monster, y/n. and i just… i can’t shake the feeling that i might be one too. i’m his son, after all.” he looks at you, tears building up in his eyes. it breaks your heart into one million little pieces, that he can’t see himself the way you see him. someone who’s the epitome of good and kind, someone who could never hurt anyone, someone who’s so worthy of love.
“don’t. don’t do this.” you scoot a little closer, cupping his face gently, to make him look in your eyes. “you are not him. whatever he has done, it has nothing to do with you.”
“how can you be so sure?”
“i know you, and you are not a bad person. not even close.” he sighs hearing your words, tears streaming down his face, which you wipe away softly. you didn’t realize that you were crying as well, not until he does the same for you.
“i hope you’re right, my angel.” he takes your hands, slowly interlocking his fingers with your own.
“i always am.” you reply, making him smile, faintly.
for a few seconds it felt like the whole world froze around you, and you were teleported back to that night all over again, the night when you realized that you might be in love with taehyung. the air is technically vibrating, butterflies in your stomach are going crazy, making you a little dizzy. the difference this time was that he made sure you don’t think, not even for a second, that it’s unrequited. without giving it much thought, he cupped your face, pressing his soft lips on yours, making you lose your breath for the second time tonight. though, the moment only lasts that long, cause he pulls back immediately, not even giving you a chance to kiss him back.
“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have—”
“you should have” you cut him off, slowly climbing into his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. “a long time ago.”
you finish - or continue? - what he started, one hand holding onto his blonde locks, the other roaming his back muscles as you kiss him. he kisses you back without hesitation, his tongue brushing yours as he deepens the kiss. feeling the overwhelming connection between you, he slides his hands from your hips to your thighs and pulls you as close to him as possible. he picks you up in his arms, you wrap your legs around his middle as he stands up from the couch, making his way towards the bedroom, slow and steady, without pulling away from you.
taehyung’s bedroom floor is littered with various pieces of clothing as the two of you slowly get rid of everything that’s standing in the way of pleasure. by the time you’re stripped down to nothing but your underwear, you feel your heart beat faster than ever and your body starts to feel tense all of a sudden. you’re trying your best to relax, praying that taehyung doesn’t notice, but he does.
“everything okay?” he pushes himself up a little, to look at you. “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
“but i do want to.” your words come out a little more whiny and desperate than you’d like them. “i’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”
“is this your first time?”
“no! i mean.. ugh” you bury your face in your palms, feeling embarrassed. technically this wasn’t your first time, but since your actual first didn’t exactly go as planned, you liked to pretend that it didn’t even happen. your ex wasn’t very experienced in the field of treating women right, and although you knew that the first might be weird and even painful, what happened between the two of you still felt like it’s not right, it’s not how it’s supposed to go. you told your friends about it, hoping they will comfort you, but instead they told you that you are the problem. though, you didn’t believe them - you did your research, cause you knew you are not actually the problem - the memories made you a little anxious, causing your body to react the way it did.
“it’s fine if you’re not ready, i don’t want to rush you.” he says, moving away slowly, but you grab his arm to keep him on top of you. you might have been just a little scared, but that didn’t mean you don’t want him. you did. desperately.
“but i am. i want this. just… be careful, please?”
“i won’t hurt you angel, i promise.” his soft spoken voice makes the statement even more reassuring. you can already feel your muscles relax as he brushes your flushed, red cheek softly with his thumb before leaning close to kiss you once again, his hand slowly travelling down to remove the remaining fabric that’s standing between the two of you.
a/n. finallyyyyyyyy! im back with chapter 5, my favorite one so far hehe. there’s no smut this time but they had a good time regardless, don’t worry. sorry to make you wait, writer's block and uni is kicking my ass. unfortunately, this story is coming to an end slowly, but i have many more planned (*cough* those will have smut *cough*) so if you enjoy my works, stay tuned for more fun. 🤭 take careeee. ❤️🩹
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Hello once more, and thanks for your response in the DMs in regard to my art! From what this recent chapter of Limbus Company (No spoilers) has revealed, I do think Ayin would face considerable trouble in the outskirts as well, he'd probably face a lot of trouble getting to the old lab due to how everywhere looks the same haha. Anyways, for my question: Since we're getting into a festive mood with December, what are some gifts the cast would give to Ayin and X (and vice versa) for Christmas?
Dear hncdnmfr,
Hello again! I am so very sorry for the extremely late reply, I've been swamped with work and projects to submit! I am so very glad to see that you're still providing interesting and fun asks, so I pair my apology to you with a thanks as well! It's always a pleasure to see your asks in my inbox.
Indeed, I think that finding the Old Lab wouldn't be easy by any means, although Ayin has lived there for at least a year while he was working on the humble starts of the Seed of Light. Assuming that there were trips to resupply the Old Lab between the City and the Outskirts, surely there was some method that was used to pin-point its coordinates or something along those lines, although it would be quite a bit more intriguing if the journey there took blood, sweat, tears and scars in order to highlight the fact that he would really have no other place to go; heading back to the City is practically a death sentence, staying out in the Outskirts isn't much better. Although...you could make the case that with how much he knows about Wings and the City in general, various Offices and Syndicates would be willing to hide his true identity to have him alongside their ranks, but then again, no bounty would be too great for the Wings and the Head, considering his crimes against them with the construction of Angela and the Seed of Light as a whole...
Ah, but as for your question, it is quite interesting, because I don't really think of Ayin as someone who ever received gifts or handed them out. Maybe he received a passing one, but it doesn't seem like at any point in life he was accustomed to these sorts of niceties, which make me think that he doesn't really care what he receives, the fact that he receives anything is very, very touching to him, even if it's a purely symbolic gift like a "#1 trying-to-be-good dad" mug or socks. While Ayin isn't very good at showcasing his emotions (with 6541651 exhibits where we can confirm this...), I think he'd consistently wear those socks or drink only in that mug until he can no longer physically do so. Essentially, he'd really appreciate anything handed out to him as long as it was done with heart and wasn't like what Wing owners probably shared with one another: Extravagant gifts that didn't really hold any meaning.
As for what Ayin would gift...well, much of the same, really. As he's not very well-versed in the art of gifting and receiving gifts, I'd assume that his biggest strength would be that he's a very good listener. Assuming we're talking about the Old Laboratory period, I think that the fact that he's often described as a silent person would make him able to listen to his friends and co-workers chat about their wants while they assume he's simply absorbed in his work, so I assume that he would be able to bring something more or less to their heart's desire. When it comes to an AiP or post-AiP scenario, however, he'd definitely get some help from either X or Roland and ask them for their opinions on what more 'creative' gifts would be in order to show that he truly cares about trying to prove his heel-face turn now, although coming up with ideas on his own would still be a big challenge for him, methinks.
For X, I think he's more traditional, considering he's based on a less cynical and broken Ayin. When it comes to receiving gifts, he's generally grateful for anything, really, from Anime videotapes to cups and socks and everything in between, but I think what would really make him gleeful is something that recognises him as his own individual instead of being 'just' Ayin's clone-turned-sort-of-maybe-it's-complicated-independent-person. Maybe a mug with his name on it or a nametag or anything of the sort. Just something that recognises him as who he is like a gift card with "To: X" would make him very happy.
But when it comes to giving gifts, I think X would have almost an opposite problem to Ayin. He would be great at giving gifts that have a lot of heart put into them, but he's not necessarily very accurate when it comes to gifts that his receivers would want. Not that he'd be too far off, but just within the vicinity while Ayin would be more accurate.
Once again, thank you so much for your ask! I really missed answering them, and I hope that this delay wasn't too bad for you! Until next time, be well, stay safe, and see ya'! I hope to see more from you!
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His Queen Pt18
"This is it" Larry says. I smile at the familiarities around me
"Perhaps I should accompany you in"
"No, I think we got it from here" thank you! Lancelot needs to leave us be, I know that sounds mean, but we will get this done so much quicker
"Really?"
""Yeah. No, we're good
"Right. Well... friends... Larry... clown-faced keeper of the magic tablet... I shall never forget your bravery. Nor your jests" they shake hands
"Bye" we turn around but we're stopped by Lancelot
"I shall not say goodbye...."
"I am"
"What?"
"I'm gonna say goodbye. I have to go, I'm sorry. I'll see you"
"I haven't seen these walls for many a moon"
"It's like we're at home"
"Amunet? is that you?" I turn and see someone who I never thought I'd see again
"Baketmut?" I run to the girl who used to be my maid and envelope her in a hug
"Come" she pulls us further into the exhibit
"Ahkmen? Amunet?" Shepseheret says running over to us
"Mother" Ahk and I hug his mother. Then his father appears
"Father"
"Welcome home, my son and daughter in law" Merenkahre hugs us and both Ahk and I can feel the emotions
"I want you to meet my friends"
"I am Merenkahre... Pharaoh of the Nile and Father to the Son of the Sun"
"And I am Shepseheret... the Glittering Jewel of the Nine Kingdoms"
"This is Baketmut. She was my maid for many years and became a very good friend of mine"
"I am Larry"
"Guardian of Brooklyn" Ahk adds
"I actually live in Manhattan now"
"I know, but it doesn't sound as cool"
"We would be very honored if you could take a look at the tablet. There's something happening with it. We don't understand what it is"
"You are speaking with a pharaoh. Kiss my staff" I snicker at how Merenkahre. He will get used to being less Pharaoh like. Larry blows a kiss at the staff making me raise an eyebrow
"Is it okay if I don't"
"You will show respect. I am the descendant of Ra, the sun god"
"I understand that and I totally respect you. I just don't pray to Ra, so...
"The Egyptian gods are the only true gods"
"Well, we try to stay a little more open-minded. I mean, Sacajawea, she honors her spiritual ancestors... and you pray to some sort of goat god, Attila? I'm half-Irish, half-Jewish..."
"You are? I love Jews! We owned 40,000 of them"
"Such lovely people" Shepseheret looks from her husband to Larry
"Here we go" I mutter. Ahkmenrah nudges me
"They were very happy, always singing with the candles"
"Yeah. They really weren't happy"
"Really?"
"No. They left. They spent about 40 years in the desert trying to escape. Yeah. We have dinner once a year and talk about it. It's a big deal for us. Listen, could you take a look at that tablet? There's something wrong with it" Ahk passes the tablet to his father
"It's losing its power" Merenkahre looks at Ahk and I
"Do you think you could fix it?" Larry asks
"To do that, I would have to divulge the secret of the tablet"
"I promise we won't tell anybody"
"No"
"I'll kiss your staff"
"Too late"
"Father, why do you insist on keeping this to yourself?"
"The secret was to be passed down to you at the proper time. Well we know how that went"
"Stupid Kahmurah" I cross my arms "took everything from us. At least his in the underworld now"
"Also, it has been 4,000 years. Now seems like a good time"
"You were born at midnight. I was Pharaoh... and I had seen wonders most men only dream of. But when I first gazed upon you... you were instantly more precious to me... than all the wonders of the ancient world. I knew I could never bear to say goodbye and I knew you would understand as soon as you had your first born. I look down at my feet with sadness in my eyes "I commanded the High Priest to create a gift to you, my son... using all we had learned of the mysteries of the afterlife. Forged in the temple of Khonsu, god of the moon... and watcher over nighttime travelers... the Tablet of Ahkmenrah. Our tomb was designed to channel Khonsu's rays down to the tablet... rejuvenating its powers every night. The moon god bestowed his power upon the tablet... so that, as long as it bathed in his light... our family could be together forever, and not even death could part us. It's been away from Khonsu's light too long" the tablets erodes and I begin to cough up dust
"My son, Amunet. What is happening to you?" Shepseheret comes over to us as Merenkahre goes over to Larry
"It needs moonlight... otherwise we shall all be dead by sunrise. Hurry! If the tablet dies... nothing can bring it back!" he shouts and Larry and Nicky are sprinting away. Baketmut helps to hold me up. I begin to hear a baby cry. I look up at Shepseheret and Baketmut confused
"You're daughter is here"
"But how is that possible? she died still in my womb. She wasn't fully grown"
"The tablet is more powerful than you think dear" Merenkahre says walking over to Ahk and I
"Would you like to see her?" I nod my head eagerly. Baketmut goes over to a crib that we had made for when the baby was ment to arrive. She takes out blankets and walks back over to Ahk and I. She hands over the tiny baby, who does in fact look like a baby, just skinny and very small
"What will happen if we survive this? is this how she will remain?" I ask
"No, she will grow, only when awake so she will stay a baby and child for some time, but once she is an adult she will stop growing. I made sure before we died to pray to the gods and goddesses of children, fertility and childbirth. I knew something was wrong when we were poisoned. I was worried for both you and your child"
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Endangered: Blazer's ending
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Today was my turn to do patrol over midtown the others agreed that I'm only allowed to go into the sewers with two buddies but today I just wanted to do my own thing so midtown it is.
All the sentinels are gone so its mostly the few companions that chose to stay and my job is just checking in asking if they need any assistance, supplies or help we don't want to pressure everyone to up and leave there homes.
"Thank you human but we are all okay but feel free to visit anytime!" The companion gave me a wave goodbye.
"Of course remember if you need anything don't hesitate to call out!" Moving on I headed to Clementines old apartment she asked if I could bring one of her lava lamps back walking in the building I saw the three teens dancing.
They still live on the surface but they come down to dance and make music since Zbaltazer puts a stop to the music due to his need for constantly meditating.
"Hey guys!"
"Hey human!" They all stopped for a second to wave and quickly went back to dancing walking up the stairs I got to Clem's apartment it wasn't boarded up anymore so I gladly didn't have to squeeze through the window.
Opening the door I went into the kitchen and grabbed the lava lamp with the heart suddenly I heard something fall it sounded like it came from Clementines planning room.
Shoving the lamp in my bag I grabbed the water kettle from the stove and crept over I heard shuffling and immediately turned the corner hitting whoever it was with the kettle making them fall back.
"Ow! What the hell!!!"
That voice sounds familiar.
"Blazer!? You- You're stealing Clementine's stuff!? I didn't think you'd go this low" I held the kettle up in case Blazer tried to attack.
"What? I wasn't stealing I was looking for you!" Blazer moved his hand from the part of his head I hit.
"Why?"
"I...I wanted to move in the town" Blazer looked away embarrassed.
"You could have went to the surface and asked try again"
"I didn't because I know as soon as I show myself you guys would beat me I assumed you'd be more... neutral??" Blazer shrugged with a blank face I slowly raised the kettle.
"Wait wait!! Look I can be useful I may not have connections anymore but I can work or something please!" Blazer scrambled to cover his head now I just felt bad so I lowered the kettle.
"Okay... But seriously you'll owe me big time it will take me forever to convince the others" I dropped the kettle to the side and waited for Blazer to stand up.
"Thanks I knew you'd hear me out" Blazer was about to try and shake my hand but I stopped him.
"No don't thank me okay one step out of line and we're leaving you with Clem and trust me she holds grudges" I poked Blazers chest making him stumble back even though he is obviously stronger than me.
"I understand"
"Good also Clem gets to have one freebie hit on you" I heard Blazer sigh and nodded knowing he has to accept his fate.
"Alright then I just need to collect more shit and we can head off" walking around the room I started collecting Clementine's notes she didn't ask for them but I thought we could at least keep them in case.
"Oh uh okay?" Blazer stood there waiting.
"So like what happened to the club didn't you have that going for you?"
"I didn't own it I was a vip remember"
"Not really electricity doesn't do well to humans memory" I jabbed at Blazer.
"I knew they wouldn't kill you I just thought... I dunno they would put you in some sort of exhibit?" Like a zoo!?
"No they did not in fact I was just put into a normal cell just like the rest and had to sneak out watch one of my friends nearly die trying to safe our asses while you were probably back at the club mingling with your friends" I shoved whatever papers I had into the bag and put it back around my shoulders.
"They aren't my friends just... Coworkers" I signed again and motioned for him to follow me.
"Okay look I'm not gonna keep making jabs at you the whole time were together there are a lot of jobs up on the surface so your gonna have to get used to doing actual labor I'll try and get you into something easy instead of going into the sewers" Blazer let out beeps of destress.
"You still go to the sewers you guys got the elevator to work! Why?"
"Uhh the Antvillage duh some people aren't ready to leave and also we gotta kill off as many zurks as possible" once we got downstairs the teens were already gone.
"Okay I think that's everything today... So yeah we can just go to the surface now c'mon" taking Blazer to the subway we stepped into the train.
"So... Good to see that scar is healed up" Blazer points to my cheek.
"Yeah since I'm eating and resting more i guess my body is healing itself faster" Blazer nodded.
(An unfortunate Time skip)
Getting Blazer to join the town was slightly easy Clementine obviously tried to attack him when she saw him next to me but after I explained everything Momo and Zbaltazer thought that everyone deserves a second chance.
But Blazer was under some supervision (Clementine just stalking him) but Blazer did work on bot repairs which was pretty helpful due to the companions in the slums being pretty rusted.
Clementine also got get freebie hit thankfully we all convinced her to not go for the screen so she just punched the stomach leaving a decent dent but now we kinda get along.
Momo is a bit more comfortable talking to Blazer Seamus is still scared of him Doc is pretty neutral Clementine stopped threatening him and Zbaltazer... Is just okay with him.
"Don't you have jobs to do?" Blazer asked while making a new arm for the shop as I sat and watched.
"Na I'm bored so I'm here to annoy you"
"And you can't annoy Doc because?"
"Because unlike you he has a lock on his door" Blazer laughed shaking his head a little.
"Anyway... Those chains are definitely fake right?" Blazer put the blowtorch down and quickly turned to me.
"They are not! They are genuine gold!"
"So you got scammed?"
"What? No!" Blazer began looking more flustered and kept holding out his chain for me to get a better inspection.
"Dude it's literally metal painted gold"
"What do you know I bet that cryopod messed up your memory"
"Uhh yeah it did" Blazer paused for a second and we both laughed.
"Right yeah the whole name and everything thing at this point Human is your name"
"Ha yeah I guess so"
Blazer went back to work as I watched again resting my head on my palm he was pretty good apparently he fixed himself up due to just not wanting to go to someone else.
"Human" Blazer randomly called out.
"Hmm?"
"Would you like to go on a date?" I moved my hand and focused on Blazer.
"This is sudden what? Got bored? If you wanna just hang out you just need to ask" Blazer shook his head.
"No genuinely I'd like to take you out on a date... Remember what I told you? Before you got shot?"
"Uhhh 'nothing personal'"
"No I genuinely liked spending time with you and now I got to spend more time with you I just wanted to shoot my shot" Blazer turned off the blowtorch again finishing the robot arm.
"You don't have to accept and you don't have to answer now I just thought it wouldn't hurt to ask" Blazer proped the arm on a shelf and put his work apron off.
"Okay let go then" I stood up and tucked my chair in.
"Wait now?" Blazer turned to me surprised.
"Yeah you still haven't gotten a good view of the stars right? I know a good spot" Blazer paused only for a second and nodded he put his arm around my shoulder.
"Okay lead the way then Human"
"Haha Clementine's gonna be pissed" I laughed as we began walking out of Blazers house and downtown to a hill.
"Of course she'd be your dating her worse enemy" I jabbed Blazer with my elbow.
"Your not an enemy anymore she just hate's you"
"How helpful"
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The White Dove Pt 25 - Eldfalls & Emotions
The White Dove Masterlist
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“Everything has changed, and yet I am more me than I have ever been.” Bucky muttered to himself and then looked your way. A quote, a calming trick he used prior to when he knew he would be leaping out of an aircraft or something equally as ridiculous.
Still you could feel his eyes on you and the whip of wind through the open door hatch in front of your tiny self as you watched the clouds break and swirl to reform against the dull graying navy night sky. And to yourself you spoke softly, “Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.” Across the back of your harness his hand fixed, and together timed to his first step out the hatch you leapt with his weight to keep you from whipping about helplessly.
Sharp and quick off your knee your head popped in the stop of the jeep that had pulled up to the front of the hangar you were seated outside of while the soldiers swapped out Blackhowls. Those were inside of the shelter keeping the aircraft being inspected while you ran a check on the temporary parts to see how they were lasting.
Sleep hadn’t been coming easily lately while what was seemed a fruitless search of the bottom of the oceans for Odin’s brother Vili’s ship lost in battle had come to fruition. Creatures you had created scoured the ocean to find it and over the past night had coated it entirely to gently remove the coral and habitats the animals living there had been grateful for the kind removal of the metal structure that once gone allowed them a prompt return into their shifted homes to adjust to the change.
For the past few days being hauled by twin humpback whales the warped wreckage and its parts the squids who cleared the wreckage on the bottom of the ocean had left inside the belly of the ship.
Out of the jeep two soldiers hopped out to cross the open stretch of asphalt to head for the building across the way while the second set of Blackhowls were still being maneuvered around only making you groan and plop back over the stretch of cement above the step you were seated upon. Uncertain winds that couldn’t make up their mind on which way to blow turned themselves around again tilting more than a few hats and hairdos in the lay of your arms over your face to block out the sun.
Every mile was shared by the whales to where they had agreed to haul it to before being welcomed to explore the oceans at their whims. They just had to get it close enough for you to be able to fetch it and tonight haul it to the same garage that held Eddie’s VW bus while it was being remodeled.
Elliot before the semester would kick off had promised to travel out here to document the discovery alongside an expert who would carbon date the ship and take a full set of scans to turn into models for a new exhibit to be finished soon for unveiling in Norway. And widely within the press thanks to whispers and notes of progress of your search word of Vili’s ship lost in an epic battle straight out of legends coming soon at least in spirit to be displayed.
Any and all tokens found of your culture were always boasted about endlessly, and now with clear sighting of Prince Thor and the Warriors Three and Lady Sif there also came hope of a trip one day the Asgardians would come to tour and see all that had been dug up. What you could see so far however did not give much hope on it being anything spectacular, though all they could hope that underneath the crusty outer layer there could be some sort of metallic shell to be solid enough to display.
“I see they’re taking their sweet time,” Rhodey teased making you shift your arms to see him standing at your feet.
“Just being careful of the winds. You good today?” You asked making him chuckle, “I know I called you really early.”
“Ya,” he said moving to sit down beside you on the steps as you sat up, “Time doesn’t matter, you said you found something I need to see?”
Out of your bag you had settled beside you was a stack of papers that you settled onto his lap showing a sonar scan on the top page, “I’ve been searching out a ship that was lost in an old Norse legendary battle.” You said gaining a nod from him before he looked over what seemed to be a map of sorts of what could be seen of a seafloor level bunker. “Found these so far in the recovery, just outside of Australia’s sovereignty borders,” his lips parted in the flip of the page to show a sonar scribble formed echo image of the structure.
“They have these symbols though that Misique found in an allegiance for Communist figures, think League of Extraordinary Gentlemen style,” you said making him look at your face. “Different menacing characters who go here, the growth on this entrance seems to not have been agitated in a good while but we have little research on the effects of the growth of these plant life breeds so deep in the ocean. Though I will say,” you said turning to the next page, “This symbol is self evident of what they’re up to.”
“They’re messing with radiation,” he muttered to himself and switched between the pages to see more in depth scans of the perimeter and notes on possible points of entrance that had been used recently due to change of plant life. “And Misique got these?’ he asked and you nodded to him, “She get a better location on this?”
You turned the top page over gaining a relieved breath out from him at the coordinates and information there, “On the back here. There is one thing though,” you said showing him a printout of that area of the ocean floor on a sonar scan zoomed out a bit more with x’s on three locations nearby. “There’s three Titan nests in that area due to the energy the place is letting off.”
“Proceed with caution, got it. Don’t want to go waking these babies up.”
“Or you could,” you said, making him smirk as you added, “Wake them up then Godzilla gets to meet them and blows the base up in the crossfire. Or not, but I thought you should know when I saw the scans. Could have sworn there was a series of regulations and orders on controlling said practices regarding everything nuclear.”
“Oh there are. You did the right thing. Take it Misique didn’t mind taking spare scans of the place?”
“No, her whales got curious, they’re towing the ship closer for her to swim out and fetch it for me,”
“So, whales took these?”
“She put scanners on them, humanely, pop right off, not like cows and ear tags. So they can be traced and scan the way there and back for us. You’d be surprised at how much marine life dwells around sunken ships and structures lost in the ocean.”
“Wow, well this is pretty urgent, I’m gonna get this on a General’s desk today so we can start to plan. I hate to leave fast, but you knew this was urgent to wake me up, and I will check in on you and ship watch later on.” He said and you nodded in his urgent rise to his feet to flag down a passing jeep to get a ride after his had dropped him off.
This news was urgent and at least a tiny bit you hoped that since you had thrown them this bone the military wouldn’t demand custody of your ship. Asgardians were seen now as aliens to those outside those who practiced the Norse faith and a ship of theirs located could only be seen as a weapon and something to take apart and be used to build newer less breakable ships. All you could hope would be that they can’t touch your skills on aircraft and might let you work on it all the same while they draw a blank on how to fix or operate it. Either that or hope they wouldn’t care to bother with it if it came up a mangled wreck how it seemed on the scans.
The wait didn’t take too much longer and with the usual confirmation of deposit of hourly funds they paid their own engineers you were off home again to change and handle the rest of your business for the day.
Breather you had made in hand in a simple wetsuit from Queens to Brooklyn you walked, to shockingly leap for onlookers off a rail beside a walkway that fed under the Brooklyn Bridge. The last motion they saw was Misique tucking her hair up into a swim cap for what would be an unsettling three hours for the crowd that had gathered at the spot luring more and more attention by the minute.
Deep beneath the surface following the mental conference with your bees on how far more to go to meet up with the whales. Down in the darkness on just sound and feel of vibration at this depth when the sea level had dropped away you avoided fish and other marine life who each took turns to look your glittering eyed self passing them by. 35 miles out to sea, not just in sights of the whales a curious band of sharks watched your tiny self take hold of the chords that freed the duo to slip away to follow their whims. Around your torso the chords were woven into a harness and to stop the slump of the wreckage from sinking again back from where you came you kicked to continue the task of bringing the ship home.
Far easier than it would be, had you not had enhanced strength, the struggle against the currents and desire to sink again from the ship up to view of the shoreline and sea floor came back into a reachable distance that would grant you a small bit of rest. Once there at least when your feet planted grip of the chords were taken to hoist the ship up onto your bent arms to just walk the ship to shore.
Above the surface notice of a figure under the surface stirred excited gasps from the crowd let out when the ship broke into view. Step after step arms then a head and torso after came into view for the confused crowd who had waited in the growing start of rain that had the sea of umbrellas divide when you leapt up to rest a foot atop the fence.
There you leapt off of to get to the nearest bus stop in a sea of flashes to post online Misique had found a sunken ship for some purpose. Cross legged atop the bus and subway train you kept hold of the ship on both of your bent forearms locked over your head to keep it level and secure.
Around you the storm grew stronger to the point there was a sheet of rain that street lights and signs were just barely able to be seen by the cars passing by who each had to slow down to see what was being carried. Pops sounded and dims of buildings that began to flicker in fluctuations of power to adjust to the storm affecting the power lines and supply helped your slip inside the garage.
Thanks to the storm there was little need to craft a speedy getaway. So slipping out around the corner once the ship was secured in its weight bearing mounts you walked to wiggle out of the wetsuit and swim cap to add those to a hidden bag to swap the rubber soled diving shoes to your knee high socks and boots. Left underneath the wetsuit were your shorts and tank top joined by an open flannel that Eddie had given you he’d grown out of. Up to the elbow the sleeves were rolled up as you secured the breather and mask into the bag to head back to the garage and get started.
With a camera and bees timed to perfection a car was heard pulling up during your initial photographs, outside the frame of which rose the experts who came to inspect the ship. Wide eyed the burly men, now moved to fan out around the ship, stood in awe of the piece of history before them. Elliot around them came to your side with a grin stating, “Sorry we are late, some sort of commotion on the Brooklyn Bridge.”
“Oh that might have been Misique,” you said widening his grin, “Took a bit longer to fetch the ship with the currents and she just dropped it off.”
“This seems sturdy,” one of the men finally said to break the silence and you gave them a nod.
“Seems in good shape, one of the wings is broken off though, the other detached to help with transport,” you said guiding them to help you guide the strapped down wings that were inside the hull of the ship. “Looks like they attach on the sides here,” on the back end of the ship clear mounts with arms mechanisms that had broken or seemed to be burned off had them in agreement.
“I suppose we should get to the scan first,” another of the five said to begin a shift around the ship atop the wheeled mount the others helped to move out so every angle could be scanned. And for the five minutes the scan took inside the erected plastic sheet tent the lasers took measurements and images of all the details possible, including images of the detached wings on stands to the side they could add digitally to the model later.
30 feet long and 12 across with ten foot high wings that seemed to be locked on one while the other expanded to a good 8 feet wide the ship was nothing to scoff at and had them wonder all the more at how lucky you were to find it at all buried at the bottom of the ocean.
Eagerly however Elliot helped you up with a cup of his hands to climb inside, arguably the smallest of them to walk through the still damp hull they hoped to not fall out. All to share details of the floor or anything else that could be discovered inside.
“Um, not much to see here,” you said moving to the back to find the long handle that fed out the back wall of the ship, “This seems like a rudder.” Around the base of a leaf shaped crusty loop on the end of it your hand planted only to retract in the sting you felt leaving you staring at the trickle of blood out of the bit of skin between your thumb and index finger. “Gonna have to buff that out,” you said lowering your hand careless of the blood you wiped on the bottom of your shorts to nudge with the back of your curled fingers the handle.
“That is the rudder,” one of the men exclaimed urging him and another to duck down and film with a flashlight the motion of the fins on the back that moved to the motion of the handle. The motion resulting of the stubborn layer coating the ship was more than enough to hope something could be salvaged for eventual display. To your ears and Elliot’s after the blood had been nipped out of your hand a hum began to spread through the ship, as if it had been intended to do that after all.
Steps around the hull floor crunched in the brittle shift of the crust coating it proved that there was a secure base under the outer coating still holding strong. Out of your back pocket a screw driver was brought to tap the rounded handle along the walls until a seam suddenly appeared and you said, “Oh,” causing all their heads to pop out over the ship walls they had each been inspecting on the outer sides for any hint of the metal underneath.
“Oh?” three asked followed by Elliot’s masked aloof question of, “Find something?”
“Looks like a hatch,” you said urging cameras to be aimed inside the ship with spare flashlights to ignite the struggle to bring back the door you hoped to not break off in the faked wrestle with the water lodged hinge on the otherwise effortlessly opened door.
“It’s a pocket,” you said dipping lower on your knees to reach inside finding a chain wound up one of the men squeaked out excitedly to take hold of and film once it was on the ground outside as the others watched your arm dip into the hold again, with face scrunching up in a try to wiggle something loose. “Something’s stuck,” you said manhandling a shaft on something to the air stilling snap that was heard widening everyone’s eyes as it locked upright. A crack from the center of the hull however revealed a seam that had you creep back and again with screwdriver from your pocket to scrape loose the two by two foot hatches that flung back to reveal a set of gear like circles of an odd metal.
“It’s like a clock,” you muttered in Swedish then looked to Elliot in his throat clearing.
“Perhaps there’s another switch,” he suggested and watched you look from the open hatch to the pocket in the wall you eyed and went to the other wall across from it to tap out the twin door.
Cameras were adjusted to spare streams of light and from the second a sharp gasp was found in the discovery of a spare set of daggers you handed over with more chains until you could find the switch that once pulled upright had the gear like circles begin to rise from the center of the opening in the hull.
Water out of the openings of realigning metal rings spilled out over the hull and all of you in the rise of a mast as you scrambled back against the wall of the ship. Not entirely solid as the arm that came out of it to secure the tattered sail, topped by a banner displaying Vili’s sigil as son of former Allfather Bor, seemed to be almost bitten off while the sail once there was painfully slashed and left to burned strips.
“What’s that on the sail?” One of the men asked tilting their head luring your focus to the mast. Around it you walked to find a set of footholds you used to carefully climb up to get to the broken arm.
“Hold the sail out, best you can,” one of the men said and for the film the image on both sides were recorded as best as possible around the slashes followed by one where you held out the top flag then climbed down again.
“Wonder how the hull is,” you muttered. “I think I can wiggle down the side.”
“Here, waterproof case,” one of the men said offering you a camera and light to wiggle around the side of the mast to drop into the sizeable belly halfway full of water that came up to your chest.
“How does it look?” Elliot asked as you looked around.
Singes across the roof and walls had you call back, “Looks like there was a fire down here. Singes, can’t see the floor there’s water down here.”
Towards the back you got a view of the top portion of the just cube of an engine that had you turn around and go towards the front to pause in the shift of something under your foot. The echo of the sharp inhale you took had their questions of what you found muffle under the dingy frigid water you dropped into. Under the water you reached out to pat your hand against the rough floor and pulled a broken spear that over the water in the flicker of the light you tried to inspect it to the sound of water droplets falling off your head and hair. “Found a broken spear,” you called out and heard their excited chatter as you eyed the spot you had come from, readying to crouch then jump up to grab the ground around the mast to pull yourself and all the things up.
Mid wiggle to kneel back on the deck you tried not to focus on the drip of discolored water off your every inch. “Can’t make heads of the back end though, got to be a case around the rudder or wing controls. Just a giant cube, or at least the top of one, can’t see under the water.”
One of the men chuckled and stated, “This is far more than we anticipated. There is some exposed metal on the hatch doors we can test, same as these objects found inside,” and hopefully another of the men asked, “Were you wanting to keep these with the ship?”
“Oh, you can take them, I don’t think they are pieces to the ship.” You answered widening their grins to have items possibly belonging to Vili for the exhibit from the ship. “I have a bilge pump over there, then we can give it another go,” you said pointing out the pump system the guys helped you to ease the hose across the hull to start the pump to bring out the water to be ran over a sifter for any other bits to be found. While that worked two of the men got to scanning the metal on the doors after having scanned the chain, daggers and spear to add even more details to the notes of this discovery. A few more hatches were found and one more scan was taken to finish off the details possible.
Before long the group were off to get back to the hotel to begin compiling the information to ready for their flight home the following day after another check on the ship tomorrow in case of any new tidbits could be discovered. Elliot however lingered behind with a creeping grin. “I do apologize on not allowing you to discover that second hatch on your own, but if I hadn’t then they tend to burst into flames.”
“Ah, not good then,” you said making him chuckle.
“Not good at all. Does seem to be missing a panel or two.” He said patting a hand on the weakened stretch of hull that had been coated off by the crust of sea life.
“What is with the cube in the belly?”
“That is a protective shield over the powering mechanisms, they will open up when you are alone. The bite you felt was the internal systems linking to your genetic makeup. These models can be quite finicky. Once lost at sea do rush to bond with another pilot and mechanic. For its benefit gladly you are both in one body.”
“So, it won’t let others touch it?”
“In any significant manor no, all repairs and orders within battle will be from you and none can steal it away even on the wheeled stand.” You nodded and he rested a hand on your arm, “You did well, letting them keep what you have, will be more than enough to keep them sated in learning about those. And they all seem innocent enough, run of the mill weapons unlike Eir-Gram so very little risk of any trouble arising from their inspection.” His eyes swept over your face as you looked over the ship. “You will do just fine in repairing this craft, however you will be required to name it.”
“My mother had an old dingy we named Eldfalls,” you said making him smirk at the Swedish name for Firefalls, “I think I’ll continue the name for her.” To the words the ship began to hum again and up the mast a ripple of colors spread to form a second triangular sail that in Old Norse bore your name in runes. “Oh I don’t think the guys will find that funny, they come back tomorrow and see that new flag.”
Elliot chuckled and stated, “The flag will hide itself from the mortals. Only those who are of our kind shall be able to read the runes to share who is master of the craft. Smaller skiffs, I should share lack the masts, as I have shared I was a stone mason on Asgard, but each child must complete training courses and I have piloted my fair hours. I made a compilation of all I can recall on the makeup of the smaller skiffs.”
“How much smaller are they?”
“Not much, few yards at least, and there are no masts, piloted entirely by the rudder control with the inner handle able to control speed, just like a motorcycle rotate to adjust that and the angle controls both the nose of the ship and angle of each side. These models from what I have learned of them have other controls in hidden levers within the raised section of flooring within the pilot’s seat you can discover later.”
“These models are just older than what you were allowed to use?” You asked accepting the notebook he had offered you to look through together.
“Only Nobles trained on these models, far more temperamental than those the masses are able to pilot. The sails add to their difficulty and aid in control during storms or with foe who use electrical weapons. Repairing that may prove to be the most difficult part aside from the hull damage. Though most craft are able to keep aloft quite well even with significant damage. What I heard it was the mast that brought this down.”
“Suppose I should get started on the barnacles and crust first. Screw driver shouldn’t go through the metal should it?”
“Oh no,” he said rolling up his sleeves to help you begin removing the crust, “No there are no metals on this planet able to pierce the hull. Now if you were to modify a blowtorch then that could shape panels to adhere to the hull for the gaps, you cannot wound this any worse than it already is. Spare chisel?” he asked making you grin at his acceptance of the spare you offered him along with the stool beside your own. A bucket of solution you mixed up to help break down the crust and glue barnacles made to stay on was uncovered to be spread gradually tiny spot by spot to make little if at all progress by hours end when Eddie had arrived fresh off of work after having heard of Misique’s claim of a sunken ship.
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‘Who am I? Where am I?’ Both were followed up by the utterance of ‘Not Again’ as you found yourself in darkness and silence once again. Just a moment confusion and lack of answers came in the moment of consciousness with a try to recall how you had found yourself here. Keys in hand, you were on the way up the stairs of your apartment building sensing something was wrong same as when you had set Project Insight off. The world had gone silent all at once.
Someone you scared had come back and now kneeling within what seemed to be a block of metal, arms pinned in a square behind your back, out of the side of the block your head was locked in the same position due to a metal collar around your neck.
Painfully an IV was pumping something in your vein trying to blur your clear headedness to the vivid chill that spread over every inch of your skin being trapped in the dark silence again. Over your eyes a visor was locked on bands that linked to sound muffs surrounding your ears only launching you back to that deprivation bag the Red Room had trapped you inside. The memory began to blur just as soon as you’d grasped the recollection of a similar event but not how you had escaped it. You knew you broke out of it.
This was too different to be the same, “Something, something about stairs,” you muttered to yourself trying to remember what you just had seen to another painful surge of the liquid into your neck.
“Don’t touch me,” you squeaked weakly in the sudden creep of what felt to be a fingertip out of your now glowing hair that ran down the side of your face and neck into the block down to your hand that began to glimmer with the beginnings of yellow mist. Instantly the slam of what felt to be a spike through your skull had you cry out in pain jolting up that memory again.
This pain, you knew this pain.
“Don’t touch me,” you tried to choke out again and again in staggered tries for air to the surge of force behind that scream building that split it between frequencies the louder it grew in the increase of pain.
Bees. Buzzing and wild coating your every inch of skin electromagnetic glowing yellow bees inside the trembling stone buried cell flooded every spare inch of that cell. To coat and wriggle as close as possible over that cube you were trapped inside of. Sharing body heat to increase and increase temperatures until a crack was formed and out of your skin and down to it bees shot to tear the cube apart taking the bindings on your legs and arms with it.
Upright and still screaming latched in your worst nightmare instantly your hands latched onto the collar that again tried to pump more amnesia inducing medication into your neck while bees all over your head planted to snap the headgear off. Carefully from the outside bees dove to disable the medication system controls and wriggled to spread in deeper to aid in the split of the collar, too wide for you to grip in full, so that you could grasp the inner most ring to tear it off of your skin to fall a mangled mess to the ground.
Up into a group of bees your fingers rose to freeze against the backs of a small swarm who split up to allow your fingers through. None of them taking the confusion personally as it was linked to the medication and moment of panic. Your strength and the heat had the visor split in three parts to hit the ground for a moment of clarity, confusion absolutely, but wide eyed was of sight and sound with freedom of motion inside a swirling sea of bees.
Off their backs splinters of light to the echo of their voices flooding inside of your head easing gently back the events of the day to follow focus on voices of those who were at the top to alert you to the located seams there. And a step was taken to line up between the seams to the lull of panting breaths your bees were swarming in patterned spirals to aid in timing breaths to that would help to anchor your anxiety with their supportive numbers. Tight in a spiral staircase they joined to help you reach the lit seam as your fingers dropped to one of your hidden pockets to bring out your heated coil of wire that one of your bees upon finding a hinge guided through the opening and down again to slice through the hinge.
Free of armor in just a rust stained pair of jeans with opening slices to your shorts lined with sheaths and a simple tank top pinned by a sheath lined vest under an open yellow and black flannel with boots and tall socks stained with water and minerals freed from scraping more off your ship whatever was on the other side of this door would have to be ready for you. Because after how you had woken up to the dry of the trickle of blood from the IV location on your neck a fierce look cemented on your face as you readied for anything, readied to kill whoever to get free and ensure they never tried this again.
Hard and fast with a plant of a palm on the hatch it was thrown back and up into an open dull brown stone hall you were lifted to take a first step onto the ground. All around the hatch three bodies slowly seeping blood out of the available openings on their heads laid dead clearly to scans of your bees having been liquefied internally due to your screams sure to have the insides of their metal suits a bloody mess if removed for their burial.
Heavy footfalls came to a stop in the now silent hall to the still of your bees who lined the walls to try and get a hint of the makeup of this place by vibrations like sonar. And in the dull of your glowing hair and eyes you took in the two apparently male figures who froze in place before taking joint steps slowly as if approaching a wild beast they wished to contain.
On the left a tall muscular purple skinned and eyed one in golden and black armor to the neck, bald with sharply tipped ears who spoke as you eyed his companion. That one pale grayish white skin who seemed the upright offspring of Gollum and ET with out a nose and a spindly arch to his torso not making a squawk from the creature unlikely in his bird like thin legs to match his arms with talon like fingers curling around what looked to be guns. His pointed ears shifted to the sound of a few of your bees buzzing and the steady voice of his companion.
“You are the source of those screams. The one who has slain my crew.” A smirk ghosting across his lips as he continued, “I am Thane, son of Thanos, state by state, country by country I will claim this world as a gift for my father when he returns here. And you will be a prime choice of Herald for his wrath to reign over the children of this realm who will be shaped in his image. Join me, a creature as powerful as you should only bend its knee to one truly worthy. A God.” A bit wider his smirk bled into a confident smile at your lack of motion and he asked, “What is your name, so I might know you better formidable stranger?”
“My name is Pluto Lagertha Sigyndottir,” you said and ever so slightly the lips on the yet to be named Ebony Maw parted in recognition of the moniker making him uncertain if having two plasma blasters in his palms were a benefit or hindrance to his survival of this introduction. “And when this Thanos arrives on this planet he will find his son’s bones scattered on the wind.”
Sudden out of your boot Eir-Gram shot into your palm exploding with energy to engulf you three inside the Edge realm while you leapt forward to slam it straight through the dead center of Ebony Maw’s chest where either his heart or spine should be. Farther back than Thane, who in Maw’s collapse when the blade was drawn back could barely turn his head fast enough to see you pivot on foot. The hilt in your palm was adjusted around to align the blade to slice it up between his legs to his collarbone where it lodged in the casing of a crystal imbedded on the chest of his suit causing you to draw back the blade. To the right you swung it to lop his head off, halting it straight out on your right to again shift hold to turn your body and blade to face the still bleeding downed and armed threat.
Shaky breaths from the collapsed Maw had your body ready with blade raised in one hand that came to rest in front of your face on top of your curved finger and against the fingertip that ensured it would not swing into your face for how suddenly it had to come to a stop. Wide eyed on the ground just seconds he had while mentally he reeled trying to be able to move something, anything on his body. Mentally however his prowess while paralyzed physically still thrived so right to his Master’s side, father of the son you had just clove in three, he teleported to a bloody heap to be stared at by Thanos to share what became of his bastard son.
Sharply you let out a breath in the wane of the Edge realm to the shrink of the sword you lowered to your side to look around the hall. Another hatch inside of this flying shielded blimp a bit further down the hall another living being was found on scans to be locked up as you had been. Off the walls every bee as you sheathed Eir-Gram back into the side of your boot released their hold to fly around you, a group of bees who made their own outer shells which across your face linked to form a mask so you could light up again. Off the hinge you tore the hatch door in the ground to free shouts from Elijah Bradley, who you hurried down to have your bees free his head so you could help to remove the IV and help to remind him who he is and to know that he would be helped home safely.
He was stunned to say the least and outside the second hatch found he watched Misique to free Danielle Cage who was shouting as she currently tried to wriggle herself free as you had who took less effort with her inherited healing abilities to wear the compound out of her system.
More hatches however revealed James Rhodes’ daughter and Clint’s three children and wife to have apparently kept in a means to restrict actions of those stolen from by means of ransom. Down to the lowest hatch you led them to a launch ramp for flying craft to exit as you heard the loop of the broadcast Thane had been sending out through New York miles below the blimp.
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Bumble Balls. Straight out of the sky straight out of the 90’s metal replicas of the throwback toy just rained across the state of New York to both launch darts into necks of adults as arms snatched up children. Confused to an alarm that had his heart thumping Eddie woke up at the bottom of a staircase finding himself being drug by Venom’s slug like self after the dart had zapped the two apart. To a toolbox Venom drug him. And in a goopy curve of a hand a screwdriver was brandished for a second all the more startling introduction to the Symbiote who dug the dart out of Eddie’s neck then snaked himself inside of his chosen host to heal the injuries and remind him of who was missing and the task at hand. Contact after contact through the silent state Vigilante’s amongst your allies were rallied up with darts removed to feel complete fury surge through their veins when two of your closest like Venom were missing children in their families.
‘Resistance is futile’, the words repeated over every screen for the confused adults who had no inkling on who they were or who was stolen. Obey or the children would never be returned. Serve Thane son of Thanos or perish. Children were told to have been taken and due to the amnesia seemed a terrible plan as no one felt a bond to said supposed stolen children. Inhumans in metal armored suits somewhat like Iron man clones on patrol however were the sparking decision for those who found themselves physically capable to pick up arms and rally in numbers. Avengers, civilians, soldiers, first responders, criminals and Vigilante alike in chosen divisions flooded the streets to fight and win back whoever was taken and show they would not give in.
All under watch of Black Bolt who stood in wait with one of his T-Bombs to awaken even more Inhumans who he hoped to help take control of the humans and allow them to stop living in shadows.
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“You’ve been zip-lining before?” you asked as the group looked from the slide you had made of bees off the open hatch on the blimp. Nods were your answer while they all tried not to fidget in the path of bees across their chests like harnesses to keep them from blowing off the slide that fed to the lot of a strip mall. “Well it’s kind of like zip-lining.”
In pairs with the younger kids the older ones and Clint’s wife kept hold of them to slide down while standing to the parking lot. And once there she muttered, “I have to find my husband,” hearing the commotion of the revolting forces blocks away.
Over the lot your eyes scanned and you saw each of the vehicles abandoned around the area and pointed at a suv in the bunch, “That one by the planter, wait in it. Not sure he would know who you are. But it’s bullet proof and I’ll send him your way when I find him. Keep her close,” you said and Rhodey’s daughter took hold of your arm looking up at you from her place barely up to your ribs.
“I want my Daddy and Mommy.”
“I’m gonna find your dad,” and for a moment you hunched forward saying, “And if he doesn’t know you at first it just takes a while for the medicine to get out of their system if I can’t make him remember first. Alright?” She nodded and you eased her closer to the other kids who made room for her in a turn to go and seal themselves in the suv after you passed Clint’s wife a button sized mechanism, “That’ll open and seal the doors. One of SHIELD’s tank on wheels, should have food under the back seat in a ‘secret hatch’ nobody is supposed to know about.” That gave a slight brighter mood to the hideaway as there were snacks waiting for them.
Elijah kept close to your side as Danielle asked, “What’s the plan?”
“Sports shop in the strip, we can grab some bats, or, golf clubs if they haven’t raided it all.”
Elijah said in a glance at your face, “Your mask is splitting up.”
“Ya, bees get tired after a while, took a chunk of energy to free me and build their shells.”
“Masks too then,” he said and watched you pull out a lock picking kit from under the back of your waistband. “Odd, no one broke into these shops.”
“Oh, racists fucks,” Danielle said at the head shake worthy sight of a wall of hate symbols and flags paired with models donning outfits in what seemed to be a throwback to how Abercrombie and Fitch when President Roosevelt used to shop there. Sporting goods for upper class clients with common sports crammed all the way on the other end of the shop that were all sold out making you sigh and head for the backroom of the shop where you had to tear open a crate of bats you and Dani took a couple as Elijah shouldered a duffel bag of baseballs.
“Might not have super strength but I got a fast ball that can make a grown man flinch.” He said making you smirk. On the way out however he tapped your arm pointing at a wall of masks for a supposed marketed game themed after The Most Dangerous Game, the mock human hunting paintball tournament with masks to be assigned as sold to players. “They got masks.”
Aside from the low visibility ones higher up with antlers Dani was the one to pick the three for you, “Bunnies. I want the brown one, looks just like my Jellybean,” she said taking up the graying brown one she tied into place on her face.
“I want the white, help you see where I am,” Elijah said and you collected the black one that covered from hairline to your nose enabling your bees to crawl into your hair to lock onto the ribbons to secure it in place as they rested. “Let’s go find our families,” he said confidently and now with matching masks and similar boot, jean and flannel outfits out you went closing up behind you to sneak your way through the streets to where you could be the most effective.
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Shotgun blasts from Frank Castle were a great magnet for focus to see how much damage if any could be done to the metal suits that out of everyone only the Caps’ shields and the Ironman suits could do any damage at all.
A whistle however turned the head of one of the Inhumans who was aiming his blaster ended arm at Cage soon followed by a baseball that crashed into his face cover almost knocking him over as the Inhuman beside the target flinched away lowering his weapon as well. A newspaper box torn off the ground was next to fly into those two that had Cage and Castle both chuckle in amusement until they followed the path of where the box came from to see two bunny masked figures leap out of nowhere with bats to slam into hovering Inhumans knocking them hard into craters in the street.
Right away dart and drug free Cage gasped and wide eyed stated, “That’s, my girl. That’s my baby girl!” the second sentence he growled to Venom’s shrill screech in glee that you were now visible and within swinging reach. Dents and splinters of the glass face shields spread to every attack you and Dani set off between baseballs that adults tossed back his way seeing how he darted from hiding place to hiding place luring his grandfather straight to his side to help him with cover.
“You will fall, you will all fall!” was heard to the soft groan from yourself. Having been blasted with an electrical ball of energy into the side of a bus now caved in that had you drop from the second wall you hit to your forearms and knees on a hovering layer of bees in a sea of shredded debris that would have hurt you more. “We shall rise and claim this world as our own! A world belonging to Inhumans, a just world!”
A foot at a time planted in the start of your twitch filled rise up again to a ripple of lingering spark streams around your body that in a grimace you forced your mind to focus on anything but the pain. Much like the odd shift of the sky, like tops of towers of crystals or a kaleidoscope that shifted narrowing your eyes, “The mirror realm,” the Ancient One said on your left causing you to groan and drop to a knee in a surge of pain and electricity you had been ignoring and now noticed again. “Apologies,” she said in a move to tap her grouped fingertips to various spots on your torso and arms to drain the energy that let you free a puff of air from your lungs in relief.
“Thank you,” you sighed in a rise up again.
“We managed to confine the armored ones in this realm so the world will be safe once they are neutralized, all the children have been located and are being monitored.”
“Roughly, could say there’s been a surge of your attention needed since I moved to town,” you said making her chuckle to herself as you jumped out of the side of the bus luring a scowl across the face of Black Bolt.
“Not in the least,” she said then summoned a portal to help another while you sped off to help Dani by tearing a water pump out to help send a jolt of water to rebound off the metal slope she was using to re-funnel electrical blasts elsewhere.
A three note whistle from the crowd lured your eyes to Cooper who was pinned down by a trio of Inhumans who were set on blasting at him and his niece May behind a marble statue growing smaller by the moment.
The tune turning Black Widow’s head at some sort of familiarity only to watch a pistol be flung your way to his shout, “Five shots.” And to his relief once it planted in your bat free hand five shots both direct and rebounded helped to grant them cover to race for a new hiding spot. Over his shoulder in a speeding race you leapt dropping the gun in his reach to bash the Inhumans that dared to attack him. Right off their bodies the suits were torn enough to allow flesh to be targeted by others as the hair on your body stood up in a telling prickle of the shift of atoms.
Something about that Bolt’s voice had you on edge and now he was inhaling deeply urging your hand to drop into an opening in your jeans to bring out and hurl a dagger that sliced the side of his adam’s apple. Not enough to damage his armor there but enough to have him turn to face you as you raced his way. Blast after blast he tried to launch attacks at your petite self racing towards him. He expected the bat, but when you hurled it at the face shield of one aimed at Cage and his wife Jessica now covering their daughter’s back in her continued efforts on the blast funnel to kill that foe they didn’t notice all Black Bolt could do was gasp in fear as to what you would do to him.
Brilliantly glowing in an explosive aura all your own a barrier formed behind you as on echoes of those screams of yours Godzilla out of the water had risen and glowing himself let out a beam of energy. Between pillars surrounding people on your side barriers washed the energy to melt away the armor on the Inhumans. Who to the ground collapsed under rain of dust off of Mothra’s wings of incurable toxins that for a terrifying few minutes until your barriers dropped had them die in a gruesome slump while their powers no matter what they were failed to harm others or heal themselves.
Venom with a web sling tapped off the water pump to let Dani drop the metal in her hands before you were wrapped up in a tight hug by your excited brother during the moments of quiet before eruptions of cheers. “Hey, what’s your name?” a man close to you asked having tapped you on the arm, as amongst the others with darts in their necks none recognized who you were as you were a child, either of your identities seemed to fall under this side effect.
Though behind you elatedly Elijah said, “Come on man, that’s Misique! Just didn’t have time to grab her bee mask.”
And the man turned to his group of friends he had woken up with who were all wearing the same shirts from a team reunion, “Three cheers for Misique!” Miles voices and glee carried on as you caught glimpses of pleased Sorcerers while you crossed under Venom’s arm to your friends who were beyond pleased you got there as fast as you had in the setting of the sun.
“Still got a baseball?” you asked Elijah and accepted his smirking toss of a ball your way to hop up onto Venom’s shoulder to throw it into Hawkeye’s back turning him around to see you wave him over. Curiously he split from the Avengers who apparently uncertain of who they were had chosen average tactical suits instead of their usual battle suits causing them to turn and watch him ease through the crowd and stop a few feet away when you hopped down. “There’s an suv with your family and Rhodey’s little girl in it over on Easterly and Helm in the lot by the strip mall.”
“My family,” he muttered and turned to shout to Rhodey, “Rhodey! Bunny girl found our families!” and even without knowing who they were something inside of him caused him to turn and sprint off in the direction you stated drawing the team and other SHIELD members to sprint after him. More bodies at the name of where hidden children might be joined the group to be channeled through portals into hospitals and event centers. There medical teams were in wait to help remove the darts and help to direct them to where their children had been held and kept busy in their absence in the day long oddity safe from harm and shockingly boredom.
“Daddy!” was shouted and even confused Rhodey couldn’t get himself to put the girl in his arms down he walked to follow the guiding words of Cooper who said they should get the kids checked out to be safe sending them off to the nearest hospital.
“Where’d you wake up?” Venom asked in the casual stroll your group took through a portal the Ancient One opened for you to the same open park that was safe from the battle you had left behind.
“Some sort of shielded blimp. Bees put it down in Jersey and broke the shielding tech. Oh, apparently some prick named Thanos is coming to Earth, hacked his son Thane into three pieces.”
“Good,” Luke said now holding his hungry and tired daughter on his back and gave your back a pat, “Thank you, for finding my girl.”
“I think we were the spare incentive, it was us three and Clint and Rhodey’s kids and Clint’s wife, guessing she’s pregnant or wouldn’t let them go why they had her.”
Isaiah said, “Well you certainly showed up in time,” and he glanced back at Mothra who circled over the clearly safe city the mirror realm could not bar them from entering to follow your screams for help. “So did they, seem happier. Managed to get into a computer bit ago, apparently dozens of them started to act up, guessing when you got taken.”
“Well SHIELD will have their hands full with these Inhumans if those weren’t all of them.” You said and dished out hugs and handshakes in the split of your group to each head back home while Venom named the way home to have a clear spot to shift back.
“Woke up and Buddy was dragging me from the stairs to the toolbox,” Eddie said entering your building, having taken a few moments longer at fetching your keys from under his helpfully disguising baggy hoodie he leaned you to cover your once yellow now stained flannel. “Stabbed me in the neck to get the IV out. Tell me you didn’t have one of those.”
“My oranges,” you said, bending to pick up your net bag of oranges beside the paper bag of fruit you lifted off the landing between flights of stairs to continue up to your apartment as he grabbed the takeout bags he had been carrying that you’d warm up once inside your place. “Had a collar actually for mine, locked me in some soft of metal cube that didn’t let me move with a visor and ear muffs.”
“Oh no,” he sighed outside your door answered only by your tearful nod. “You must’ve gave them hell.”
“Must’ve.” You said and locked the door behind you to head for your fridge to start on a recipe you meant to start on that morning. That upon settling the dish on the table with others he had whipped and heated up far simpler to go with the reheated takeout you said, “Something about the sauce, they’re supposed to be beef patties, but now they’re like those crumbly beef burgers.”
“No complaints here. Extra tots coming your way,” he said. Making you smile at pouring more on your plate. To be topped with chili and cheese as you served him some of the beef on toasted grilled cheeses for a late night craving sort of snack you had been wanting to try for weeks now and had gotten to now that there was a decent selections of peppers in the store for the meat patties.
Pt 26
@jesevans, @lilith15000, @devilishminx328, @theincaprincess, @jiminapickle
#Escaped Child Assassin#James Rhodes#Sunken Ship#Elliot Randolph#Inhumans#Black Bolt#Thane#Ebony Maw#Eddie Brock#Venom#Luke Cage#Dani Cage#Isaiah Bradley#Elijah Bradley#The Ancient One#Marvel
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omg a bull terrier would be even better than a cat (no hate to cats tho obvi), they could have a little bed behind the counter too for nap times
also re my last ask/your answer: i could say so much about bog bodies but main points are 1. they are super well preserved (like looked like i could still hold their hand, could see how they kept their nails, still had hair kind of well preserved) and it's all just bc of the bogs and 2. the history around them is v interesting and has to do with kingship and sacrifice (the name of the exhibit!), and i just find the combination of history preserved so well and the things nature can do so fascinating
and also also i wonder what it is in the air drawing us back to tgf? i hope more people join in and we can have a renaissance (also hello hathaway and cleo !! i think i have said before but i love the way u name characters i take so much inspiration from just the Vibes ur character names create when i am coming up with my own names (and also also i love lost and stolen and hope one day i can read it again (but also no pressure) and while i'm at it i do want u to know that i still carry it with me in the best way!! this is getting long so i will stop but !! u are master of creating such big feelings with literally all aspects of ur writing i hope to be lucky enough to read more in the future <3)
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howdy darling!! <3
oh i'm so glad we agree on the bull terrier AND a little bed behind the counter, but of course. she wouldn't just have to sleep on my feet or the ground! she's beloved by the (presumably) small town she Works in; she must be treated with respect!
re: bog bodies - that IS really interesting! the cross section of really well preserved artifacts that allows us to document and observe very human-made history AND that preservation being done strictly by nature! something very much untouchable in its forces by man! wow that's so fascinating holy shit-- oh i totally get why you'd have interest in this!!
i've started a little of my tgf reread but also have picked up tsh again because a friend recently read it for the first and i want to freshen up! either way, donna is pulling us back in... god help us
(lastly, thank you so much.... i never know what to say when people have positive reactions to lost & stolen and hathaway & cleo. they were just my silly little thesis project i was working on and struggling with forEVER (or at least it felt like it). then lockdown made it so i couldn't present the completed piece to my department and have that You Wrote A Novel (kinda) moment. so i sort of... forget? that i did it? and that i shared it? and there are some of you out there that have read it?? and think about it?? and it just makes me well up and feel so special and happy. i cannot thank you enough for reading it, let alone taking it in with such good faith and kindness. thank you thank you xo i've only begun to break out of my writing drought from graduating but i did take out all my original notes from lost & stolen the other day... i don't know if i'll have the Thesis Wall again but i think, maybe, i might start gathering some thoughts for the rewrite...)
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So excited to be able to share some of my thesis work in @lightgreyartgallery‘s 2020 senior show!!
It’s so much fun and such an honour to have my work up and alongside so many of my incredibly talented friends and fellow peers. We did it guys! 🥳
Check out the show here! and you can find my work in the animation/visdev section
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If You’ll Have Me || KSJ
➣pairing: Jin x reader (established relationship)
➣premise: Kim Seokjin. The love of your life. Your boyfriend of three years. The man who insists on taking you to the zoo for every milestone in your lives together. There’s just one thing...you have no idea what you’re celebrating this time.
➣warnings/tags: fluff, SFW, we live for Jin in this household if you haven’t noticed
➣word count: 4.3k
➣commissioned by @delacyrose224 as a part of army for AAPI! thank you so much for requesting this, I loveddddd writing this little story. I’m so soft for this man. you always have the best ideas!!
“We look like idiots.”
“Yeah, well,” Jin shrugs, handing you yet another t-shirt to try on. “That can’t be helped.”
You gasp, snatching the shirt away from him and heading toward the fitting room. “Rude! I meant with all of these ridiculous clothes!”
Jin’s laughter follows you as you close the door and throw on what feels like the thirtieth gaudy t-shirt from the zoo’s souvenir shop. This one is vivid blue, which you suppose is an upgrade from the caution-cone orange Jin had you trying on a few minutes ago.
“Ok,” you call out, “ready?”
“Ready!”
Peeking out of the little room, you notice Jin sitting on the little sofa in the waiting area. He grins up at you, already wearing a matching shirt.
“Do you like it?” He asks, lips pouting out a bit as he waits for your answer.
Avoiding looking in the mirror for too long, you manage a feeble, “Yeah…it’s not as bad as the others, I guess.”
That’s all Jin needs to hear. With a clap of his hands he’s jumping up and herding you toward the front of the shop. You don’t miss the amused glances people are giving you and your boyfriend, who pauses to grab a couple of baseball caps.
“Let’s see…” he brushes some of your hair back before sliding the cap onto your head, stepping back to get the full effect. “Perfect. And, it’ll protect your scalp from the sun!”
Like a couple of walking mannequins, the two of you head up to pay for the clothes you’re now wearing. Jin has a backpack on hand for your other clothes, which you unceremoniously shove inside before zipping it shut.
The cashier offers you a wide smile as she assists with the transaction. You know what she’s thinking:do I pity or envy her?
Honestly, it’s a toss up. Of course, there’s the fact that Jin often makes you do ridiculous things (exhibit A, bright blue zoo t-shirts with roaring lions on the front and waddling penguins on the back), but then again, you don’t stop him.
Rather, you egg him on. There’s something just so adorable about the way he gets so excited for such simple things. And for today, it’s over a trip to the zoo.
Of course, you’re excited as well. Mainly to see the meerkats, which Jin will never let you live down. When you told him that the meerkats were your favorite animal, he stopped and stared at you for an unnervingly long amount of time. You had begun to wonder if you’d somehow upset him when he burst out laughing, claiming that he could see it.
“See what?” You seethed.
“The resemblance,” Jin choked out between laughter. “You’re basically a meerkat in human form!”
With a smack to his chest, you glared at him and said, “Yeah well…you’re a walrus! Yeah, a walrus!”
Needless to say, he was extremely offended and didn’t speak to you for hours. In fact, the only thing that had brought him out of his misery had been you dragging him to the souvenir shop and giving him permission to get whatever he wanted. That apparently included getting you some items as well.
“Ah, it’s such a nice day,” Jin remarks the second you step outside. His hand slips into your seamlessly, a testament to the countless times you’ve repeated the action. “Perfect day at the zoo.”
Indeed it is. The sun is shining, there’s a cool breeze licking at the nape of your neck, and there’s fewer people than you’d expected to be here on a day like today.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it’s Tuesday morning. It would appear that most people – the sane ones, at least – are busy with work and other weekday obligations. Neither of you are, though. Jin has a rare day off and he’d had the day circled on the calendar for well over a month at this point. You had made sure a long time ago to have this day off.
“When’s the last time you went to the zoo?” You ask, glancing sidelong at your boyfriend.
Perhaps it’s his undeniable good looks or the fact that you hardly get to see each other due to your hectic schedules, but you can’t help the little sense of wonder that comes over you as your survey him in the morning sun. Somehow, you really have no idea how he does it, he manages to pull off the shirt and hat. Sure, he looks silly. But he owns the look.
It’s a wonder that he’s yours.
“Hmmm…” Jin ponders for a moment. “I think it was the last time we went together.”
You gasp. “That was like…three years ago! You seriously haven’t been since?”
Laughing at your shocked expression, Jin shakes his head. “Nope.”
Three years ago, close to the time when the two of you had first started dating, Jin wanted to take you out on a special date to celebrate the beginning of your relationship. Without telling you where you were going, you had assumed there would be a nice restaurant, maybe some sort of play or whatever else it is that fancy people do when they first begin to date.
Oh, how wrong you’d been.
Assuming that just because Jin was…well, rich, you couldn’t be more wrong about his taste in dates. When he had parked in the zoo lot and led you through the entrance, you had been waiting for the punchline.
There wasn’t any. No, he had simply wanted to spend the entire day with you. Walking around, having an “excuse to hold your hand” in Jin’s words, and somehow making you believe that crocodiles’ tails could change color when it danger. (don’t ask)
“I still think that it would be so cool to live up there,” you point to the houses in the distance, overlooking the zoo. There was a neighborhood of stately homes just a little way’s away which the two of you had snooped on after your date to the zoo all those years ago.
Jin chuckles quietly. “What if a tiger escapes and ends up in the yard?”
You shrug. “I guess it makes for a good excuse to always keep a steak in the fridge. I’ll lure it away with that.”
“Absolute genius,” your boyfriend hums, making you scrunch up your nose at his obvious sarcasm. “So, where should we begin?”
“At the beginning?”
Laughing jovially (honestly, the best thing about Jin is the fact that he thinks you’re funny), the two of you set down a little path which will take you to a butterfly exhibit.
“Agh, I forgot how hot it is in here,” you mutter the second you step inside. Plants of all different shapes and sizes loom over and around you, home to several different kinds of butterflies. A few stray butterflies flutter overhead, making you temporarily forget the humidity of the greenhouse.
Jin ooh’s and ah’s over the bright yellow butterfly that brushes past him. “Did you see that? It nearly landed on my nose!”
“Aw, it recognizes a Disney Princess when it sees one,” you coo, earning a half-hearted glare from Jin.
“I thought we discussed this,” he grumbles. “I’m Flynn Rider.”
“Right. My bad. Who am I again?”
A giant grin splitting his features, Jin wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Mother Gothel, obviously.” The slap to his right butt-cheek echoes through the greenhouse, quickly followed by his yowl of pain.
Pretending to wipe tears from his eyes, Jin limps after you as you continue through the greenhouse.
“You’re lucky nobody was in here to see that,” he says. “They could send you away for treating me so horribly. I mean, look! I bring you to the zoo, I buy you a nice shirt, I let you choose where we go first-”
Whirling around to face your boyfriend only to find a knowing smirk already on his face, you glare up at him. He knows that he won.
“Yah! What do you want?” You ask, exasperated. Limping forward, clearly milking this for all it’s worth, Jin pouts down at you with big, brown eyes.
“Just one kiss.”
You gasp, feigning horror. “A kiss?! In this sweaty, public greenhouse?!” You frantically point at the butterflies which are your only witnesses in here. “In front of the innocent butterflies?”
Jin looks at you and shudders. “Wow. I think it’s official.”
“What?”
“We spend way too much time together. You’re impersonating me right now, aren’t you?”
“Was it that obvious?”
“Yeah. But I still stand by my condition.” Finally taking one final step, Jin towers over you. With a playful wink, he puckers his lips.
“Ugh, I hate you sometimes.”
Jin peeks one eye open. “You just said you loved me earlier.”
“Is it too late to change my mind?”
“Sorry, no refunds.” Then, taking things into his own hands, Jin cups your cheeks and swoops in for a kiss.
On your nose.
Sputtering as he steps away, you glare at him. “What was that?!”
Turning on his heel and heading toward the exit, you notice that Jin’s over-exaggerated limp is long gone. With a devilish grin over his shoulder, Jin says, “You were taking too long. But you still owe me a kiss, whenever I ask for it. No matter where we are or what we’re doing, ok?”
You can recognize a trap when you see one. However, you’re left with no choice. Grumbling out a “yeah, whatever” you follow after him.
After the butterfly exhibit you make your way to the reptile house, opting to get all of the hot and humid indoor places out of the way while it’s still morning. The Gila monsters make you laugh as Jin takes a video of the tongue flipping in and out of its mouth and sends it to Hoseok. The two of you know full well that the boy in question will no doubt scream in horror as he watches the video.
Hand in hand, Jin finally swerves off the path toward one of the final indoor exhibits: Animals of the Savanna.
Once you’re inside, you pull and tug at Jin until he’s relenting and allowing you to find the meerkats. To onlookers, you’re sure you look like a child dragging their disgruntled parent to and fro. However, once you spot the meerkats, any thoughts of maintaining your dignity in front of these people eddies out of your mind.
“Jin! Jin! Seokjin!” You hop up and down on the balls of your feet, completely missing the tender look Jin sends your way as you drag him closer. “Look at them! Woooow there’s so many! Aww and there’s little babies, too!”
Jin just hums along, smiling as he watches your wide eyes. You get as close as humanly possible, grinning at the creatures that occasionally look your way. Through it all, he maintains some sort of contact. Giggling without knowing what you’re laughing about. Just laughing for the sake of it.
He just…loves the zoo. Yeah, that’s it.
It had been a silly idea, to bring you here three years ago to celebrate the beginning of your relationship. In fact, you had looked at him like he was already bordering on crazy when he had brought up the idea of doing something special now that you had agreed to be his girlfriend.
“Don’t people usually do something special for anniversaries?” You had asked. Your hair had been longer then, a tell-tale sign of your youth.
Jin shrugged, completely under your spell without your knowledge. He found it nearly impossible to look away from you at times like these. “We can do that, too. Next year. But for now, why don’t we just celebrate the beginning?”
“Sure,” you mimicked his shrug, snuggling into his side on the couch. Despite his unaffected demeanor, he wondered if you noticed the way his heart was pounding as you rested your head against his shoulder. “I’ll do whatever, as long as it’s with you.”
So, after discussing it with his best friends, he decided to take you to a beautiful dinner looking over the Han river. There was a new restaurant that was outrageously fancy and delicious, and he wanted to treat you to the best.
When he arrived at your apartment that evening, just in time to hopefully catch the sunset on the Han if all went according to plan, he overheard you talking on the phone. Your window was open, and like the snoop that he was, he waited to listen in on your conversation.
He wouldn’t have it he hadn’t heard your mentioning his name.
“I don’t know what we’re doing tonight,” you admitted. You were quiet for a moment while listening to the other side of the conversation. “You think so? I don’t know, I’ve never dated someone like this. You know, like…rich. What do rich people do on dates? I’m a little out of my element here, I just hope I won’t make a fool of myself.” Your laugh had him hurtling to reality, and he realized in an instant that he couldn’t take you to that restaurant.
A part of him knew in that moment that you were going to be the rest of his life. You were it for him. And if you want something to last, you treat it differently.
A perfectly forgettable meal surrounded by gossiping netizens wasn’t what you deserved.
So what did you deserve?
That had been the question on his mind as he tried to hide just how sweaty his palms were when he knocked on your door.
“Oh, I think he’s here. I – yeah, I’ll call you after. Ok, bye.”
Seokjin has always been good at pretending that he has a plan even when he has no idea what to do. Which is exactly what he did. You had been absolutely adorable, bouncing in your seat as he set off down the highway, begging him to give you a hint.
When he’d seen the exit for the zoo, he turned down that road without a second thought. You looked utterly confused when he pulled into the parking lot, and little did you know that he was just as confused as you were.
He just prayed that you wouldn’t think he was the dumbest person ever for letting those reservations slip through his fingers for the fanciest restaurant in Seoul. Perhaps a date to the zoo wasn’t the right idea, perhaps it wasn’t romantic at all, perhaps-
Perhaps you were happiest with his hand in yours and a meerkat a few feet away from you.
He’s so tempted to cash in that kiss right now, with how adorable you look. But he bites his tongue, reminding himself that he has to save it for later.
Once you’re loved of meerkats is sated enough for you to be herded away, Jin leads you to a street vendor. “Eat up,” he says as he passes the bread cone filled to the brim with macaroni and cheese to your outstretched hands. He’ll never understand your love for the little abominations, but he caves and orders one for himself as well.
“Don’t you want to sit and eat it?” He asks as he spies you wandering off. You twirl around, licking the cheese off of your lips. And stupid as it is, his heart skips a beat.
“They’re gonna feed the penguins in ten minutes!” You respond, clearly expecting that to be enough of an explanation. Again you turn to wander away. You’re not worried about leaving Jin behind, though. His long legs catch up to you within a few seconds.
The two of you eat in relative silence as you watch the penguins waddling around. Once you’re finished with your food, you spend a good hour sitting in the amphitheater watching the penguins and wondering which ones the two of you would be.
“I’m that one,” you point to a particularly fat penguin attempting to get out of the water. “That looks like me trying to get out of my chair whenever I eat.”
Jin nearly chokes on his water at your remark, squinting at the penguin that has yet to be successful in getting out of the water. “How pitiful. Oh, that’s me.”
Another penguin appears on the ice, looking down at the fat one.
“Oh, have you come to rescue me?” You ask, sitting forward and resting your chin on your hands. Jin immediately begins massaging the small of your back, knowing that it’s a troublesome spot for you most days.
“Probably- oooh down he goes!”
The two of you burst into a fit of laughter as the penguin pears down into the water only to lose its footing and slip in alongside the previously struggling penguin.
“Yeah, that’s us,” you confirm, still laughing.
“Definitely us. We’re a mess most days.”
You lean back, taking up your usual spot on the crook of his shoulder and resting your hand on the inside of Jin’s knee. “At least we have each other.”
You say it with a teasing tone, but Jin can’t help the way it goes straight to his heart. Sneakily planting a kiss atop your baseball cap, he squeezes you a little tighter. “Yeah, that’s true. Don’t know where I’d be without you.”
“Probably still on land,” you remark slyly, peeking up at him. With slightly pink cheeks and zero hesitation you utter out, “I love you.”
He’ll never get used to you.
“Love you, too.”
From there you head over to the polar bears, which appear to be largely unimpressed by your presence. Jin drags you to see the hyenas, sporting some strange interest in the creatures. It only makes sense to sit and stare at the large tigers after that, your mouth ajar as you marvel at its size.
Then it’s the elephants and rhinos.
“Ugh, it smells like your fridge that one time,” you joke the second to get a whiff of the rhino’s habitat.
“It does not!” Jin shouts, drawing the attention of some of the other visitors. “My fridge smelled much worse.”
You can’t help but cackle at his remark. “I stand corrected.”
Toward the end of your visit you pass by to visit the monkeys. “If you squeeze my hand any harder, it’ll fall off.”
You try and fail to relinquish your grip. “Sorry, they just freak me out.” As if on cue, a monkey swings by in front of the tall glass window, making you jump and squeal in terror.
“Should we leave?” Jin questions, hiding his laughter.
You bury your head in between his shoulder blades, squeezing your eyes shut. “No, just go fast.”
He does just that, speeding through the exhibit until he’s announcing that you’re nearing the end. Slowly you look up, blinking at the now dark sky.
“Have we been here all day?” You ask in wonder. Checking the time, Jin nods.
“Yep. It’s about time to head home.”
Languidly making your way back up the path to the zoo entrance and exit, you swing your hands back and forth. “That was so fun.”
Jin raises his brows. “Really? I thought you were a goner back there with the monkeys.”
Faking a shiver, you revel in the way Jin falls for it and automatically pulls you in closer. “I thought I was, too. But I just thought of the meerkats, and I made it through.”
Snorting, Jin waves goodbye to a few of the staff members the open the gate for the two of you to leave. “Is that so? It had nothing to do with your big, strong, boyfriend protecting you?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Oh really.”
“No. Why? Did you think we had something going on?”
Rolling his eyes, Jin bumps you with his hip, making you giggle. “If not, this has been the most dedicated friendship I’ve ever experienced.”
“Dude, you have six best friends-”
“Ok, first you say I’m not your boyfriend, and then you stoop so low as to refer to me as dude?!”
Your laugh rings out loud and clear in the evening air, followed by Jin’s stupefied laughter. “You’re so dramatic,” you accuse, reluctantly freeing yourself from his grip as you near the car.
“Hey, you don’t get to judge me. It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.” Still bickering back and forth, Jin starts driving and heads off to the right instead of the left.
“Woah, where are we going?” You ask, frowning out at the night.
Jin shrugs. “Let’s go snoop around those houses again.”
“The ones by the zoo?”
“Yeah.”
You’re all too happy to go along with it. Clutching your hand atop the console, Jin maneuvers his way to the small hill overlooking the zoo.
“Wow,” you breathe out. “I forgot how beautiful this view is.”
Indeed it is. The city lights glow and glint in the distance, creating a warm blanket of familiarity. The zoo lights are shutting off, only a few left on here and there. The sound of music from floats up toward you as you roll the window down, drinking it in.
“The residents always hear the closing songs each night,” Jin supplies, somehow reading your mind as you wonder about the music coming from the zoo. “It turns off by ten on weekdays and eleven on the weekends.”
“How’d you know that?”
“I have some friends that live up here.”
You turn to look at Jin, eyes wide. “You do? How come you never told me?”
“They just moved,” he explains with a forgotten smile. “You wanna see their house?”
“Yes!”
Jin turns down a different street, slowly stopping before a beautiful home with colonial style columns in the front. Sure enough, there’s a sign in the front of the house with a red sticker stating SOLD for all to see.
“Should we look around the lot?” Jin asks, turning off the car and taking off his seat. “It looks like they’re not home right now, but they said we could look around if we wanted.”
“You told them we were coming?”
He shrugs, hopping out of the car and hurrying around to open up your door. “I mentioned that we’d be in the area.”
“Who are these friends of yours, anyway?” You ask, stepping out of the car. The house quite literally takes your breath away, and you turn around to capture the full view. The city is still visible, the zoo and its music appearing more like a memory than a reality. “Wow, this is amazing.”
“Uh,” Jin scratches the back of his neck. “Their names should be on the sign right there.”
Frowning, you ignore his avoidance of the question and skirt around him to walk up to the edge of the lawn. Crouching down, your eyes scan the sign for any names you might recognize. There’s a small paper, almost like a receipt, hanging from the sign. Smoothing it out from where it’s flowing in the breeze, you squint at the names that appear.
Sold to Mr. Kim Seokjin and –
You know that name. You know that man.
And the name beside his…
“It’s our names…?” You breathe out, not quite understanding. Straightening up, you turn to face Jin with a confused expression. “Why does it-”
There’s Jin, but he’s not where you left him.
He’s down on one knee, looking up at you with the expression he gets when he holds his breath. Behind him the city gleams as bright as ever, however it somehow dims in the face of what you see before you.
Jin, opening up a small box. And inside the velvety interior, a ring shining as though it were made of stars.
Suddenly, it clicks. The date to the zoo, where you’d first officially began this relationship. The house with your name on it, the way Jin had this day circled on the calendar for longer than you care to remember.
Jin can’t breathe, and he can tell by the way your chest has stopped rising that you can’t, either.
“I- I’d like to cash in that kiss now,” Jin stutters out.
In a rush of limbs and a mixture of laughter and sobs, you find yourself kneeling across from Jin and kissing him hard enough to bruise his plump lips. You’d feel bad, except for the fact that he returns the kiss with just as much fervor. When the kiss begins to taste of salt, you pull away to discern of those are your tears or his.
It’s both, you realize as Jin gazes at you, completely oblivious to the tears streaming down his cheeks.
“O-oh!” He exclaims, staring down at the ring box in his shaking hands. “Will you marry me?”
Without a single ounce of hesitation, you laugh, voice thick with emotion. “Yes!”
That’s all it takes for Jin to pull you in close again, attacking you with kisses at a speed you can’t keep up with. He pulls back, panting and eyes alight with pure elation. “And do you want to live here with me, then?”
You choke on a laugh, still crying and on your knees. “Of course I do, Seokjin. You- you bought me a house.”
“Yeah,” he sniffles. “I did.”
Then, gasping with wide eyes, Jin snaps his fingers. “I almost forgot!” Jumping up to his feet, he runs back to the car. You watch after him, too in shock to stand at the moment. Your glinting rings on your hand catches your attention, making you wonder when exactly he put it on. No doubt it was sometime in the midst of his breathless kisses.
Jin returns a moment later, dropping to his knees again. Nevermind the fact that there are plenty of places to sit. He has a lanyard around his neck, and he places another around your own.
“What’s this?” You ask, grabbing the little card hanging off of the end. Once you catch sight of it, you begin to laugh (and somehow cry) even harder.
Season passes to the zoo.
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Hiya, can u do a ahkmenrah x reader request where the reader is ill and ahk is ofc panicking but trying his hardest to help you, thank u <33 n can it be at the museum
notes: thanks for requesting! ive done similar stuff so i decided to change it up a little, still follows the prompt tho. hope you like it!
warnings: cancer.
WC: 1.3k
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You hadn't spoken since the news. Voices of doctors and relatives faded out as your vision zeroed onto nothing, willing yourself into an abyss of silence. There were options, of course––they said something about chemical treatments, healing mushrooms to help you along, CBD oil and lotion to soothe the soon-to-come, overbearing pain. And, of course, the reminder that new treatments were coming out every day.
Archivers in museums didn't get paid much; that meant that, unfortunately, you couldn't really afford much more than basic, more dangerous treatments. A pit inside you whispered it was pointless, that death was closer than you thought. Still, you returned to your place of work in the evening, your feet dragging along the floor as you stared blankly forward, automatically unlocking and locking the door without thinking.
Moving like sludge through muscle memory.
You stood in the middle of the room, crowded by people––exhibits, at least––who didn't know your ailment, or the words of the doctor that still rung in your ears…
"Stage 4," he'd said, but you didn't hear the words surrounding that piece of information. Actually, the ongoings of yesterday were lost to you, absorbed by only a few words and blank stares.
"(Y/N)?"
The darkness on the edge of your eyes began to fade.
"(Y/N), are you alright?"
Ahk was standing in front of you, his hand on our shoulder as he attempted to meet your wandering eye.
"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm okay," you mumbled, unable to look at his face.
Despite your words, it was clear to anyone who saw you that you were not in fact alright, and Ahk frowned, wishing you would speak the truth.
"Let's go somewhere quieter," he suggested, and led you up the stairs to the marine exhibits.
Dark blue light rippled around you, the sound of bubbles and swishing water the only accompaniment to your quiet walk. Ahkmenrah stood as always at your side, matching your crawling pace, and pausing with you to stare at the massive tanks.
Still, you didn't speak, and Ahk was forced to coerce you into giving up whatever was bothering you.
"What happened?" He asked, standing in front of you to keep you from walking. You had your arms crossed, and your shoulders pulled up tightly.
"I went to the doctors," you said with clear discomfort.
Ahk nodded––you told him what a doctor was a few months ago by now.
"It's cancer," you said as you sucked in a sharp breath, nodding shakily. "I don't expect you to know what it is, but.. it isn't good."
"You'll be alright though, won't you?" He asked, his brow knotted tight. "You people have so many different medicines than we ever had access to."
"We don't have all the answers," you said softly.
"Then... what will you do?"
He stepped closer to you, sharing his warmth with your dull, ashen skin. But his question––despite its relevance––left you spinning, staring out past his shoulder as your expression fell into further disrepair.
"... nothing," you finally breathed out.
Answers and possible outcomes were swirling around your waking and sleeping consciousness for hours on end, without pause or rest. The price of treatment, the methods, and how you would continue to live after chemotherapy, if you even lived at all. You could kill yourself slowly in two different ways––by cancer and by chemotherapy, or you could die a more natural death with sickness like black ink stretching over your organs just as a spider weaves massive webs.
"Nothing??" He hissed. "You can't do nothing, have you lost your mind?!"
"I can't really afford the treatment, Ahk," you whispered, as tears who had been building for hours finally fell over flushed cheeks. "And if I do get it, I'm never going to be the same after. And that's if I live. Even if I get it, the doctor said it's not likely it'll help in time."
His hands pulled your face in, the bottom of his palms on your jaw and his fingers stretching out behind your neck to pull you in.
"I can't let you die," he said, his voice breaking.
You stared at him with weary eyes, dragged down by the dark circles beneath them. There was little else you could think to say to him, so you leant forward on shaky toes, and pecked his forehead in a kiss that was barely ever there.
"I'll think about it," you mumbled, and left.
For weeks you kept coming to work faithfully, only calling in sick when the chemotherapy side-effects left you bruised and exhausted. Your hair was already falling out, but Ahk insisted he didn't mind, and you believed him––in ancient Egypt, it was customary to shave your head for religions undertakings.
Each evening when you entered the museum, Ahk would come greet you and take you to the pillows and blankets he piled up in the marine exhibits, allowing you the comfort of soft light and whale calls while he prepared a tea for you. He wouldn't tell you what it was, but you could tell it was some sort of ground root you assumed was a healing tactic from ancient Egypt. While you were sipping at the warm concoction, he massaged the aching muscles, and applied an ointment Larry had gotten for his arthritis.
Sometimes he would tell you stories––only if you asked, of course, but you enjoyed the gentle rumble of the Pharaoh's voice, and the magic happenings within his tales. Rueful Gods and Goddesses littered the stories, within vivid imagery he piece together in your failing mind.
"Ahk," you murmured on one of those harder days that, for some reason (Ahk), you returned to the museum.
He stopped mid-story, turning expectantly to you. You raised your arms to him.
"Come here," you said, and he obeyed, gingerly sliding himself down next to you in the makeshift bed.
"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, his nose brushing yours.
"No," you chuckled with a weak smile.
You fell asleep within a minute, passing out in Ahkmenrah's embrace holding you tight to his chest. When your breathing settled into a slower in and out, tears welled in his eyes, falling upon your shared pillow as his shoulders began to shake. His thumb gently rubbed your cheek, relishing in little touches and gestures.
Memorizing. Just in case.
He took care of you, as much as he could within his own death, and continued to warm your tea, make sure you were eating, and comfort you with various medicines and stories. Curled up in the blanket nest, you did your best to smile whenever you met his eye.
And then one day, you didn't come to the museum. Ahk caught McPhee saying something to Larry; something about you, and something along the lines of 'they didn't call in sick'. Larry took a visibly deep breath, speaking in hushed tones Ahk couldn't hear from his distance.
You didn't come the next day, either, nor for the entirety of the week. In attempts to find answers Ahk grilled Larry for what had happened, but he didn't know, as you were an intensely private person who only gave their number to their employer.
But you never came again, and Ahk could feel himself slipping, the image of you in his head already blurry and unclear. He tried to remember your warmth, the softness of your skin, and your breath on his bare chest, and at times he could feel your weight still on him. It only made him yearn all the more, reaching and almost feeling something that no longer existed. Lain on his chest and too far to reach.
He learned that silence is an answer in the most hellish way possible.
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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 7
Fandom: Resident Evil: Village
Rating: T for language
Warnings: None? I think? Please let me know if I missed something
Notes: This is incredibly dialogue heavy, and I actually don't feel as confident about this chapter as some of the past ones? Hopefully y'all like it, I mean at least the ending is cute (or cheesy, depending on who you ask). PS: Not sure how many chapters there will be in total, other than at least 3 more (one of which ill, in fact, get a little h*rny again. actually, h*rnier).
Past Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco, Pt. 6: Elegy
Chapter 7: Harmony
“We need to talk, yeah?” Daniela asked, nearly stuttering, a sort of nervous that you had never seen her exhibit before. The first thing you think is that she’s really, really cute when she doesn’t know what to do. After that you actually process what she said. Relief floods your chest, followed by warmth, and you make a mental note to thank Bela the next time you see her. In the meantime, you were unable to contain your happiness. Out of instinct you move closer to Daniela, smiling softly, quietly reaching one of your hands towards hers. There’s no hesitance in her response. Instead of taking your hand she pulls you in for a hug, opting to rest her chin against your shoulder. Admittedly you’re a little surprised, but you return the motion nonetheless. “Oh, little songbird…”
Heart racing, you softly press against Daniela, turning your head so that you could place a single, brief kiss against her exposed collarbone. For a moment the two of you just stay like that, holding each other close. When you pull away, remembering that you still hadn’t said anything, you find that Daniela is blushing from the neck up. In turn, the sight makes you blush. You can’t help but reach out and run your fingers through her hair. Though you can’t see yourself, you know your eyes are filled with affection.
“I love when you look at me like this,” Daniela whispered, not entirely meaning to voice her thoughts. Then you’re blushing harder, smile small but sweet. “Mmm, you’re just darling, aren’t you?”
“Not nearly as much as yourself, my Lady. To be in your company is to be the luckiest soul in the world. I cannot even begin to describe the feelings of which you inspire in me,” you replied, trying not to stumble over your words, barely able to process any thoughts other than ‘pretty lady likes me ahh’. Thankfully, you still remembered a few tricks from language arts class. Who knew studying the classics could make you more romantic? At least one English teacher, probably. “I’ll have plenty of time to try, though… after we talk about things, that is. Is there somewhere private we can talk? I’m not terribly eager for your mother to overhear.”
“Are you sure we can’t talk about how much you like me for a while longer?” Daniela asked, faking a pout. When you perk a brow at her antics, she shifts a little, forcing herself to be a little more serious (at least for the time being). “If you insist, my sweet thing. I’d suggest my room-” she winks at you- “but I doubt we’d stay talking for long, would we? Maybe the library? Neither of my sisters tend to go there around this time of day, and I can hardly remember the last time mother went there.”
“Well, no one from the day shift is scheduled to organize things until later this week, so… sounds like a date to me,” you chimed, enjoying the way that Daniela’s face lit up in response. “There’s just one thing I have to take care of first. Wouldn’t want my roommates to think something has happened to me, now would we?” With that said you linked your arm with your partner’s, setting off towards the servants quarters.
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“Oh thank goodness, we were starting to get worried!” Daphne exclaimed as you quietly ducked into your room. For a second you freeze in place, hoping to whatever higher powers may be that she hadn’t seen Daniela behind you. Certainly the vampire would have moved out of sight?... Despite your assumption, you do see Daphne hesitate for a moment, gazing at the now closed door. Thinking quickly, you give a little wave to draw her attention elsewhere. Seemingly it works like a charm, with her attention returning to you, and so you release an internal sigh of relief. Now you just had to think of an excuse for why you’d be staying up late.
“It’s fine- I’m fine, really. Just had to carry something for one of the Ladies,” you lied, trying not to be specific enough to possibly contradict facts you weren’t aware of. “I, uh, kinda have to go back out, though? There are some piano books I need to find before tomorrow morning. I’ve already found a few, but apparently there’s at least one that goes over some technical practice songs, and I think D-” you almost wince, but lean into it, stuttering instead- “th-think that Lady Daniela would enjoy the variety. Not sure how long it’ll take me to find the books, so don’t stay up waiting for me. I promise I’ll still get enough sleep to function tomorrow.”
“So the lessons haven’t been canceled? That’s good to hear,” Daphne said, nodding slowly. The words catch you off guard, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion. Noticing your expression, your roommate is quick to explain. “After whatever happened yesterday… we weren’t sure if we’d ever hear you play again. Not that we know what happened, just that Lady Daniela was, well, upset, and you stopped playing sooner than usual. But I suppose if the lessons were canceled completely… I doubt Lady Dimitrescu would let you go that easily, huh?”
Again, you shift awkwardly, wondering how Daniela must feel hearing all of this. But just like that Daphne shakes her head, clearing her thoughts, and gives a little shrug.
“Don’t stay up too late, okay? I know you already promised, but we both know you’ll lose track of time if you aren’t careful. If you aren’t in bed by the time the sun reaches its peak, I swear we are gonna have words!” Both of you laugh before Daphne waves you off with a smile. Still, you wait to open the door until she (and the other maidens) has her back to you. Better safe than sorry, right?
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Somehow the room felt different in a million ways, now that you were here with Daniela. There was something about the way she moved, freely, eyes and fingers running down the spines of familiar books. Even if you had not seen it before, it felt like the library was overflowing with magic. What I would give, you think, to see the whole world tinted in shades of her. Again you find yourself blushing as you followed Daniela towards a small sitting area. One of the chairs is practically a recliner, with plenty of space, and you realize what she has planned mere moments before she acts.
Next thing you know, you’re being pulled closer to her, practically lifted into the air. Then you’re falling back, right on top of a giggling Daniela. By the time you’ve regained your senses, you’re in her lap, held just tight enough to keep you from getting up. She’s watching your face closely, smirking with pure satisfaction.
“Are we going to be able to talk like this?” You asked, a little unsure yourself, already distracted by the soft curve of her jawline. Even as you speak you’re eying her, imagining what it would feel like to trail kisses along her skin until she was restless… Thankfully she responds before your mind gets too carried away.
“Of course we are, little songbird. Probably. If you behave,” Daniela teased, gently playing with your hair as she did. You can’t help but laugh when she suggests that you are the one who needs to control yourself. “Alright, alright, I get your point. I just… I think that it’s easier for me to, fuck, I don’t know. Relax? It’s easier for me to relax like this, holding you, getting to kiss that lovely neck of yours-” she pauses to demonstrate- “and that means I won’t freak out like last time. Or so goes my thought process, anyway.”
“In that case…” You’re sitting perpendicular to her now, still holding on tight. One hand cups her cheek, gently caressing the skin, before you lean in for a kiss. The two of you enjoy yourselves for a minute, glad to have this time together, more glad to be reassured of each other’s affection. To think that you wouldn’t even be able to meet her gaze if not for Bela’s intervention… Eventually you pull back, knowing that you did need to talk. “I care about you, firefly, and I want things between us to be real, and healthy, but I…”
The words died in your throat, a lump you couldn’t quite swallow, when memories sprung up like weeds in your brain. Communication mattered to you for a thousand reasons, and you weren’t blind to the irony of one of those reasons making you freeze up.
“I haven’t… done this before, not for real,” Daniela replied, mistaking your paues for uncertainty. “Apparently being an immortal, blood-drinking princess is only attractive in the realm of fiction. Maidens only ever seemed interested in a fleeting rush, or a fraction of a chance at an escape. They didn’t care for romance.” Now her tone gets bitter, and her eyebrows furrow. You can see her shoulders tense up, raising a little, making you try to snap out of your own thoughts for a few moments. By the time she speaks again, you’ve started to gently rub her back. “Maybe I should have paid more attention to my novels. How often does the monster actually get a happy ending?” She says the words with a hollow laugh. Still, she’s relaxed a little under your touch, even leaning into it.
“You’ve… done some bad things. Hurt a lot of people, and I can’t pretend that doesn’t scare me,” you started to say, ignoring the heartache you feel when you see Daniela’s hurt expression. “But you’re more than that. You’re soft, cute, and mischievous. More than that… I can tell that you want something beautiful. We can have that, we can make that, for ourselves, with our own hands and our own desires. But we can’t use stories as a blueprint. We can’t rely on what we’ve read, not when everything the two of us do is brand new. Not when-” you close your eyes, fighting back tears, glimpsing fragments of your last relationship- “not when I’ve already been hurt by my own misconceptions. The things we read aren’t always real, or right, or anything like what we need. What we deserve.”
“Something tells me you’re holding back a little,” Daniela murmured, barely able to get the words out. It almost looks like she’s close to crying, but her cheeks are dry, and her voice is steady. “But you’re right. What we have is better than anyone could write, anyway. You’re my little songbird, and I’m not letting you go anytime soon. Even if I have to figure out this whole ‘communication’ thing. I suppose that means I should… come clean. About a few things.” There’s a clear hesitance to her voice, like she’s embarrassed, and she’s speaking slower than usual. A blush rises to her cheeks before she takes a deep breath.
“We don’t have to talk about everything right now, if you aren’t ready. We’ve already made good progress, I think, even if half of it might be because of your sisters. Well, sister, singular. Cassandra throwing me into that wall really didn’t help anyone. Except maybe the chiropractor I will inevitably need to see,” you joked, remembering your earlier conversation with Bela.
“Hold up for a fucking second, Cassandra did what? I’m going to replace all her paint brushes with stained carpet strips, and that’s if she apologizes. Nobody fucks with my baby,” Daniela snapped, expression as serious as can be. Normally you found her anger to be terrifying. Now that she was directing it at someone else? And on your behalf?... Maybe it was a tiny bit cute. Which you tried to show, by gently bringing her in for another kiss. Of course, Daniela isn’t quite as gentle, instead kissing you hard, holding you as closely as she can. There’s a bit of possessiveness in her grip, and it makes you tense up. But as soon as you do she’s pulling back, breathing hard, eyes weighed down with concern.
“Y’know, I think she was just mad that I made you cry. And if I found out someone made you cry, I would be pretty angry. Not that I’d throw someone, partially because I don’t think I could, but still. It’s… almost cute how much your sisters care about you. Almost, just not quite,” you said, eager to draw the attention away from your reaction. Like you had told Daniela, it was okay if you weren’t ready to talk about everything. “Speaking of that, I can’t believe I haven’t apologized yet. I panicked so much, I didn’t even realize I was yelling until you picked me up. No matter how frustrated I was, I shouldn’t have-”
“Don’t, please,” Daniela interrupted, eyes closing for a moment. “I can’t believe you’re apologizing. I pinned you to the wall, and not for the usual reason!” There’s a bit of panic in her expression, and you get the feeling that she’s beating herself up inside about it. Which, based on what you had thought about what you had done, was understandable.
“Consider this: We both fucked up, and we’ve both acknowledged it now, so we could just… not talk about our regrets? At least for now,” you countered, glad to see Daniela relax and nod in response. Leaning in, you shift to rest your head against her shoulder, wanting to enjoy her proximity more. “Hey… if I’m your songbird, and you’re my firefly… are we, I don’t know… officially a couple now?”
“I was under the impression that we already were,” Daniela said, clearly a little confused. While you technically agreed with her… there was another part of you that wanted to have a little fun.
“You never asked, and I know I never did either, so…” Now you’re looking up at her, smile wide, heart beating faster than normal. “Lady Daniela, firefly of house Dimitrescu, lover of romance novels, player of pianos, keeper of my heart… Will you do me the honor of allowing me to court you? To be yours, officially, in the pursuit of affection and happiness like the village- nay, the world- has never before seen? Will you be my girlfriend?”
“How’s this for an answer, songbird?” Daniela cooed. Then she was lifting your chin from her shoulder, turning her head and bringing you closer. Your lips touch, as gentle as can be. It’s a short kiss, but one radiating with love, that ends with your foreheads pressed against each other. In this moment, you feel like you could stay in her arms for the rest of eternity. “Yes. Absolutely yes, obviously, a thousand times. I could never say no to you, especially not now, with your eyes so desperate for the sight of me, and your lips so begging to be kissed. Now, how about we celebrate, hmm?”
Just as Daphne had predicted, you end up staying awake far too late, but you were all the happier for it.
#daniela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu x reader#resident evil: village#re8 village#is this any good#today was a bit weird#kinda tired sorry
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brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: birthdays (fluff and smut)
requested by anon !! what do our beloveds do for your birthday (spoiler, they (pretty much) all spoil you) warning for smut. more notes in tags
charles lee ray
avoids his own birthday but goes all out for yours
buys (or steals, don't ask) you a lot of presents
i mean a lot !!
new tv (stolen)
a lot of lingerie (classy)
you have a very late night the night before (takes you to a very rough bar)
lazy morning
expect a very happy birthday fuck to start the day
doesn't make you breakfast because he hates cooking
but does go out for coffee and your takeout breakfast of choice to bring home for you
has a cake professionally made/decorated
(because you made one for his birthday)
the message on top is something v horny like "your pussy tastier than this"
or it's like one word like "whore <3"
either way it is both hilarious and embarrassing that some poor bakery worker had to frost those words
takes you out for dinner (very fancy restaurant)
or to the movies
another happy birthday fuck when you get home
("how old are you again? guess that's how many rounds we've gotta get through tonight")
billy bibbit
billy doesn't much like his own birthday (his mom was too overbearing for him to ever properly enjoy himself)
but he is great at organising yours
lazy morning
as many kisses as years you are old
makes you breakfast in bed because he is a sweetheart
he makes you a present !!
he's actually really good at drawing and he fills a notebook with little drawings and pictures
(drawings of you and of things you love and one at the end of himself that he's embarrassed about but you love it)
then immediately thinks it isn't good enough and that he should of just bought you something
but you kiss him and reassure him that it's beautiful
the best present you've ever been given
you stay in that night to cook dinner together
he's definitely made you a cake !!
is it very aesthetic and the frosting is your favourite colour/flavour
sitting outside to watch the sunset !!
sheriff brackett
does everything in his power to make the day extra special for you
(has told his deputy not to bother him unless something really important happens)
buys you a sentimental/thoughtful gift
like some fancy thing related to your favourite hobby (e.g. expensive art supplies if you're an artist, etc.)
breakfast in bed !!
in your underwear, sun coming in through the windows
definitely the kind of guy to get ballons and banners to decorate the house with
(which is embarrassing but also wholesome)
takes you out to dinner at a very tasteful restaurant
you are birthday girl and he won't let you forget it
he's set the bar pretty high sex wise so has to pull out all the stops to make it extra special
clear your diary for the next 3 to 5 hours
("daddy's allowed to treat the birthday girl")
jack dante
forgets your birthday every time
its not that he doesnt care
but he has a lot going on
and keeping track of time whilst he's down in that basement is easier said than done
when you remind him that it is your birthday he gets more excited than you
sends you out to get cake and jelly and ice cream
which you begrudgingly go and get because you really think he might cry if you dont
sex is abundant but when is it not with jack
as it is your birthday he might be kind enough to give you a reach around whilst he rails you
when he actually gets you a present
(usually like a week late)
its either something actually brilliant (like the latest futurist technology (idk what they had in fake-future-2003))
or its something real fucking sleazy like a weirdo dildo ("so you don't get lonely when i'm not around")
doc cochran
would rather die than celebrate his own birthday
but he wants you to be happy on yours
(and every day)
gets you the best present
(where from? he has his ways)
definitely like some first edition copy of a niche book you like (poe, shakespeare, homer, that kind of thing)
makes sure he has no scheduled visits that day and wants to spend as much time with you as possible
(will personally beat Al's ass if he sends for him for no reason)
you spend the day talking about this and that
and he reads to you from the books he got you because goddamn does he have a beautiful voice
gets jewel to bake you a cake !!
gives you some special loving on your special day
this man knows how to take his time
usually he is busy and feels like he doesn't pay enough attention to you
so he makes up for it ten fold on your birthday
grima wormtongue
for a long while your relationship is pretty casual so he doesnt even know when your birthday is
once he actually figures out when your birthday is he wants to do something special
even if he isn't the most... emotionally open person
grima has sticky fingers so he tends to be able to get a hold of things that others cant
gets you something exotic, something you might not of ever even seen before
(think, pineapples or some other middle earth equivalent delicacy)
you appreciate him going out of his way for you
makes an excuse for you to leave meduseld with him
you go up to the fields and look out at the horizon
tommy ludlow
you both bunk off work to spend the day together
he is excellent at buying present(s)
knows exactly what to get you because he's a good listener
definitely gets you a record or new clothes
neither of you have much money so all your plans are always simple
but tommy is the perfect person to just hang out with, he's so mellow when he's with you
has no plans for the day except letting you do whatever you want
you drive around the city
end up going by the natural history museum
(because both of you are actually secretly soft and love holding hands and wandering around the exhibits)
or the met (because you both know your fair share about art, working around fashion shoots all day)
that night you go to some shady dive bar
(and drink too much, if that is your thing)
tumbling in through your front door, you two were never going to make it to the bedroom
"happy birthday" he smirks against you as you both lay, tired, on the living room floor
leo nova
spends so much money on you
mostly because he likes to show off his money
("when can i treat my girl to all that she deserves if not on her birthday?")
but partly because gift giving is his love language, or at least the only way he feels comfortable showing that he cares
a new dress that costs more than the rent on your old apartment, shoes that cost twice as much
takes you to the fanciest restaurant possible
and then fucks you in the dirtiest way possible when you get home
and he can go all night long
*wink wink*
tucker cleveland
hasnt celebrated his own birthday in years so has kind of forgot that birthdays are a thing
remembers yours like 3 days before and kicks himself for leaving it so late to get you a present
(you help him out by giving hint to what you want in the run up to your birthday)
keeps the whole thing very lowkey
which you don't mind, you're not into big celebrations anyway
he does get you a gift in time, thanks to your hints
he's probably at work during the day
but after he gets home and you have dinner together, he hands over his present
although you sort of already knew what it'd be, its definitely the thought that counts with tucker
"and the best is yet to come, don't you worry" he says smiling
of course, the real present is him pounding you over the table
(because who has the time to go up to bed)
#brad dourif x reader#charles lee ray x reader#jack dante x reader#billy bibbit x reader#sheriff brackett x reader#grima wormtongue x reader#doc cochran x reader#tommy ludlow x reader#tucker cleveland#leo nova#charles lee ray#ahh i actually had already started writing this in anticipation for my own birthday when i got the request#i never do anything for my birthday but our all of them want to treat you (sort of)#jack just wants to party#and grima is too emotionally repressed#at least billy and doc and the sheriff are pulling through for you#thank you for the request !! i love interacting with people and knowing people actually like these is very exciting#especially as the fandom is so small so im glad i can cater to you guys :)))#also i realised after writing that the request technically said s/o but i always write fem reader so i hope this is still okay ??#slashers x reader
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Mortality
Zelink Week 2021 prompt #7/7 @zelinkweek2021
Word Count: 3,684
Incarnation: Breath of the Wild 2 (pre)
Additional Prompts Followed: Forsaken Fates, Lost Eternities
Inspired by this art by @morniae
A big thank you to @braidy-maidy and @linktheacehero for beta-ing!!
He wasn’t expecting a fairytale reunion as his horse trotted slowly, arriving at the Forgotten Temple with next to no fanfare. All sorts of geniuses from every race of Hyrule had gathered to study this place, to pull it from its lost state and unearth its secrets, to discover the reason behind its eternity and maybe even why its fate was to be forsaken and forgotten to all of history.
Link left his horse with the many others that were being cared for on the left side of the canyon and began to navigate the ruckus on foot. It seemed crowds of scientists and historians alike were out here securing their tents, making food, and languishing in a well-deserved rest. Link felt as if he stuck out like a sore thumb with his small brain, but no one paid him any mind, not even her.
In fact, she was nowhere to be found.
Perhaps he was expecting some fairytale reunion as he peered his head around every Sheikah, Goron, Rito, Zora, and Hylian in sight. He didn’t care that there was no fanfare, in fact, that may have made it even harder to spot her if it were a big deal that the hero of Hyrule had arrived. Thank Hylia these ruins were more interesting, that no crowd had congealed into a true tidal wave of obstacles. He missed her dearly, after all, no matter how short a time two weeks was in comparison to a hundred years.
He made his way all the way to the shrine in the back when he finally saw her. Zelda smiled when she spotted him and bounded over, clutching the Sheikah Slate.
“Thank the goddesses you’re here,” she said, pecking his cheek. “They haven’t made anything good for dinner in days.”
She walked right past him. Link’s mouth popped open as she practically flew to another inscription of the ruins being studied. Purah, following close behind Zelda, approached Link as he looked over.
“Two weeks she hasn’t seen me and I get a colder welcome than ten thousand year old ruins.”
Purah clicked her tongue and began to cross past Link.
“Sounds like you better get cooking.”
And so he didn’t see his blur of a girlfriend until dinner, when he was serving a ladle-full of meat stew to everyone who passed by with a bowl, salty chunks of meat and sweet carrots swimming in a broth that radiated a scrumptious scent for at least a mile.
The last person he served came up wearing a forehead beaded with sweat and sticky blonde hair from a hard-days work. As she approached, she lightly hit the empty wooden bowl against her hand, and pursed her lips taut with eyes almost apologetic. Her steps shuffled in the sand.
“Look who it is,” Link said before she could muster an apology. He looked more amused than upset, anyway. Zelda sat on her heels in front of the cooking pot and handed him her bowl.
“Sorry,” she said, “it was just a busy day. We think we’re close to finding--”
Link and Zelda’s eyes met. They both knew what she was going to say. The entrance to the caves. The hidden reason why this expedition was such an extensive operation. Only Purah and Impa knew the true reason, after all. Everyone else was just here for research. Bless their hearts.
They knew they needed to find it, but not finding it meant more of an excuse to not go down there.
Yet.
To not let go of the illusion of peace.
Yet.
To not face their mortality once again.
Not yet.
Link looked down to pour soup in her bowl. With everyone else fed--and Zelda more than likely went to the back of the line on purpose so that she would be the last one to eat--Link poured himself a bowl as well. They soon sat down in front of Zelda’s tent.
“When are Impa and Paya arriving?” Link asked.
“Tonight,” Zelda replied, but she swallowed hard, regretting taking another spoonful with a “mm”.
“Oh my gosh I almost forgot!” she said enthusiastically. “You should have seen it, Link. The reunion between Purah and Robbie? They just marched up to each other, both short, old, and wrinkled, said each other’s names and walked off. It’s hard to believe they used to be lovers.”
Link choked on his stew.
“What?”
“Did I not...mention that?”
Link was still coughing, eyes tearing up.
“No?” He croaked, before coughing a couple more times. “You’d think I would remember something like that.”
“Believe me I wish I didn’t,” she said, before changing the subject. “Oh yeah, how did the meeting go?”
“Horrible,” Link said between spoonfuls.
“What do you mean?” Zelda inquired, slightly disappointed. She had hoped diplomacy would work.
“If I had known that Kohga had an eight year-old hiding somewhere in that hideout, I never would have attacked him,” Link started. “Apparently we needed him to keep his son in check. The kid is so hell-bent on revenge that he didn’t even read the treaty. He’s determined to hunt us down until the end of our days. Even his guards think he’s taking it a bit far. I could see it in their faces when Sooga was going on and on about his forces being strong and ready to fight. Those poor men and women are tired.”
“I thought the Yiga wore masks?”
Link shook his head.
“Not anymore,” he replied. “Sooga wants them to be proud of themselves, whatever that means. Goddesses, that whole meeting was like getting a child to eat their vegetables. I’m pretty sure Riju was about to slap him at the end, the little runt recycling the dogmas of the Yiga that are ten thousand years old now. Even when I ask him why he said such things about Hylians, he doesn’t give a straight answer. He knows less about history than I do and I had amnesia. He’s just been conditioned, raised to hate.”
“That’s unfortunate, but not hopeless,” Zelda said. “I’m sure Riju and the rest of the Gerudo will be able to work it out if the entirety of the clan no longer backs him. Is there any danger until then?”
Link shook his head and swallowed his current spoonful.
“Not yet,” he said once he could. “The only reason they haven’t attacked here is because he wants to find the entrance of the caves as much as we do. He didn’t say it outright, but he’s waiting for us to do it for him.”
“That’s not frightening at all,” she said sarcastically. “We’ll have to increase security when we do eventually go down there, make sure he doesn’t follow us.”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about it, Zelda,” Link said. “He’s only eight years old, and he’s pretty short and lean.”
Zelda smiled as she sipped her soup.
“I remember a little eight year old like that who could best adult knights,” she said with a smirk. “People say he saved Hyrule.”
“Really?”
“Never grew an inch after eight years old though.”
Link scoffed.
“I can and will pour the rest of this stew over your head,” he said as he held it up. Zelda laughed, but put her arms out in defense.
“Don’t you dare!” She exclaimed. She stood up and began to back away “I’m a princess!”
“Not anymore,” Link said, forgetting about the soup and tackling her. They wrestled playfully, rolling down the rocky slope and laughing joyfully until they stopped suddenly in a gulch, Zelda hovering over Link and sharing with him panting breaths.
“I win,” she said.
“By chance,” Link argued. He brought a hand up and lightly coaxed her head to lower. It, however, did not take much effort, as Zelda more than willingly met his lips to his, exploring his mouth and enjoying the sensation. She felt her cheeks warm. Kissing was all they had ever done, so being flush to him was frankly exhilarating, but she didn’t mind it in the slightest.
They both heard the reigns of horses, the clatter of a covered wagon, the jingle of Kakariko-style bells, but it blended too much into the rest of the ruckus for them to think anything of it.
“Paya, you brought us to the wrong place,” Impa said. “I wanted to go to the research expedition, not a mating ritual exhibition.”
Zelda pushed herself off Link and attempted to fix her hair, composing herself as best she could. Link stood up, but he let his messy hair be.
“H-hey Impa,” Zelda said, walking towards her oldest friend. Despite her feeble frame and short stature, Impa hopped off the wagon like a child. “How was the trip?”
“Long,” Impa said, bruskly.
“She’s a bit cranky,” Paya explained as she stepped off and started to untie the two brown horses from the wagon. “Where do these go?”
“Over there,” Link said, pointing over to the mini-stable on the left of the canyon. “And your tent is the one next to ours. If you’re hungry, there’s probably some stew left.”
“Please,” Impa said, allowing the young man to lead the way to the appropriate cooking pot. She even let him help her walk when the terrain wasn’t the smoothest.
They had left Zelda alone, but it gave her the opportunity to help Paya with unloading the wagon, and to catch up with one of her newer friends before they all turned in for the night.
Zelda was surprised to find Paya as reserved as she was when they first met, but after a bit of grilling she admitted to Zelda that Impa had told her of their true purpose here, that sealing Calamity Ganon may not have been an ending they could trust. Her red eyes were sad and apologetic for learning the secret but Zelda wouldn’t have it, insisting to Paya that it was okay, that it won’t be a secret for long, and that Hyrule was going to be okay.
That last one was a lie Zelda thought about well into the night.
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“Zelda.”
He opened his eyes to the dark tent, the edge where tan cloth met a small patch of dry grass.
Link couldn’t believe a whisper was what woke him up. Still half awake and already turned away from the center flap of the tent, he kept his eyes closed, hoping he could doze off again.
“Zelda, wake up.”
Someone gently shook Zelda’s foot, and Link guessed the voice belonged to Paya.
Link felt Zelda’s arms slide away from holding him and he tried to slow his breaths. They both would feel so guilty for waking him.
“What is it?” Zelda asked, the rustling that followed suggesting that she got out of the tent. “Should I wake up Link?”
Paya must have shaken her head, or said something to suggest that it wouldn’t be necessary, because that was the last Link heard of the conversation.
He inwardly wrestled with the decision to get up anyway since he was, in fact, awake, but his comfort insisted otherwise and he drifted off before he made up his mind.
“Link.”
The sunlight was bright, even through the dulled filter of the canvas tent.
He felt Zelda’s hand on his shoulder, and he rolled over at the gentle prompt. Link found her green eyes.
“We found it,” she said. “An entrance to the caves.”
Link closed one eye and scrunched up his face. Zelda knew he did that when he was both tired and confused but with his messy bedhead she saw it as adorable.
Link moved his arm to the other, pinching his own skin somewhere around the wrist and, once he felt pain, his entire body sighed exasperated. He faced the top of the tent and closed his eyes far too tight to go back to sleep.
He opened the blue gems one at a time and took a deep breath.
“I assume we are leaving as soon as possible?”
Zelda nodded.
Link didn’t say another word when he got up and started getting ready, almost ignoring Zelda and how she sat on her heels in her own silent and undetectable bout of sadness. He even left her there in the tent but Zelda let him have his space, let him breathe his last breaths in this wild, fresh air, let him hear the birds and see the sun before she dragged him down to hell, back down to war, back down to fear and panic and worry and trauma and everything he had worked so hard to heal from.
It wasn’t until they were several steps into the caves that his stoicism really started to wear at her. One statement and all of him was left in the tent. He just…walked, looking forward, not saying a word. Zelda hated it as much as she did a hundred years ago. She tried to remember that he wasn’t really mad at her back then, so he couldn’t be mad at her now…
Right?
She looked over at his profile again.
Right?
“Link?”
The hooves of the large, blue ox behind them clapped along.
“I, uh…” she began when he gave no response. “I’m sorry about all this.”
“It’s not your fault,” Link said quickly and briskly.
Zelda’s lips parted. Her pacing slowed to a halt. If she hadn’t stopped pulling the ox along, it would have rammed into her.
Link looked over his shoulder when he realized he was the only one moving, turning around completely to see Zelda with a slightly furrowed brow.
“Why don’t I believe you?” Zelda asked.
He decided to look elsewhere as he hugged his arms close, the stone ground, the cavernous chasm above them, the rocky wall, anywhere but Zelda.
“I’m not mad at you, I...” he said quietly, “I’m just feeling a little off, okay?” He said quietly. “I had trouble breathing when I left the tent this morning.”
Zelda’s expression softened. She closed the distance between them and attempted to comfort him with a hand on his shoulder.
“You could have told me that,” Zelda said. “I’m nervous too. We have a right to be. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Yet Link still refused to look up.
“I almost collapsed, I felt so weak,” Link said. “The dread, the fear of facing it all again, the thought of losing you…it gathered, I felt it here.”
He placed a hand on his chest and he started to pant. His fingers began to clutch at the brown leather, the blue cloth and he stumbled to his knees.
“Link!” Zelda exclaimed as she grabbed him under his forearms, kneeling down with him. His breaths were shaky and fast, and he stared down at the ground.
“Link,” she repeated. “Link.”
The next sound from Link was the combination of a spurt of fresh paint and a croaking frog, warm vomit spilling from his mouth in smelly chunks of beef and carrots. It was instinct that Zelda stood up with a yelp and backed away with arms floating up, the gathering of vomit ending up mere inches from her toes. If she had stayed where she was, her pants would have been covered in Link’s partly-digested dinner.
“Oh gosh, Link,” she said once she got over the shock, rushing to his side and drawing circles on his back. He didn’t react though, only staring at the mess on the floor with his weight on his hands.
Zelda’s eyes stung with tears as she ran her fingers through his hair, some drops even lopping onto Link’s mess. She held him as best she could while still giving him the distance he needed, but that could never stop her from the occasional kiss on the side of his head and whispering sweet assurances of love into his right ear.
After a couple fruitless lurches of his back and neck, Link hurled a second time. As ironic as it was for her to hope for anything from the goddess anymore, Zelda prayed it was the last one.
“Zelda,” he said between heavy breaths. It was apparent his lungs were exhausted. He coughed a couple times.
Link looked into Zelda’s eyes, finally, although they veered towards horror, the green marbles conveying desperation for how to relieve this poor young man.
“I know,” she said, trying to smile. She wiped away Link’s tears. “I know.”
Wary of the mess near them, she brought him into a proper embrace, rocking him back and forth and holding him in such a way that she was sure he knew he was held. She wasn’t sure how secure he could feel on the cusp of embarking into danger, but she would try her best.
“I’m scared, too,” she said. “Down here is an untouched wild that was left alone for a reason we know not of. Nothing is scarier than the unknown, especially for us who have been hurt again and again by the unknown. Hope has betrayed us too much for us to readily depend on it, but we have to try.”
Link looked up, tilting his head to see her.
“How?”
Zelda lips parted. She stammered speechlessly. He seemed so hurt by her hopefulness.
“Together,” she said, attempting to fake her confidence. There was still a small question mark at the end of her statement that she didn’t mean to expose.
Link stood up and faced away from her. He crossed his arms.
“Do you know how long a version of Ganon has been terrorizing Hyrule?” Link asked. “How long he has been reincarnating?”
Zelda, who was now sitting on her heels, shook her head.
“No,” she said honestly.
“Do you know what makes us any different from the people who tried to stop him in the past?”
“No,” Zelda repeated, again, honestly.
Link nodded.
“I don’t either,” he said. “And that scares me.”
Zelda stood up.
“Link, we—”
“I can’t lose you!” Link exclaimed, turning around quickly. “I ignored it, okay?! All this time when you talked about there being caves, there being another journey, I ignored it! I put it off! I casted it aside! I focused on us.” His voice broke. “I thought that was all there would ever be…”
He placed his hands on his hips and collected himself.
“This morning it all collapsed,” he said. “Right before my eyes. Everything I could have ever hoped for.”
Zelda scoffed.
“Do you think I was happy to have found these caves?” Zelda asked rhetorically. “To have been woken up in the middle of night and told that this place I saw in my nightmares was indeed real, that I was to investigate a threat that hasn’t been faced in ten thousand years of Hyrule birthing warriors more capable than you? I had to keep a straight face, but Link, I wanted to scream so loud that even Lurelin could hear me!”
Zelda released her residual anger at the world in heavy pants of her breaths. Once she sighed herself calm, she snagged a small rag from the heaps of resources strapped to the patient and by now likely deaf ox.
Zelda stepped forward and washed Link’s stunned face clean of vomit.
“Then I thought of our future,” Zelda continued. “I was angry because coming down here means jeopardizing that. I scorned myself for how selfish that was. I told myself that this wasn’t about me and you, that this is about a peaceful Hyrule. That helped but...do you want to know what really helped?”
“What?” Link asked.
“The people of Hyrule want to live in peace, and so do we. They want to raise families without worrying about another Calamity.” Zelda smiled. “I think we do too, when the time comes.” She perished the thought. That was a long while down the road. “But this isn’t just about a peaceful Hyrule, it’s about our peaceful Hyrule. I’m no longer a princess, distanced from others by a pedestal, and you are no longer a knight, distanced from others by a sword. We actually feel like a part of Hyrule this time. Of course we loved the Champions, my father, but we aren’t acting as Hyrule’s weapons anymore. We don’t feel like cards to be discarded or pawns to be knocked off in a game of chess. All of this is voluntary. We can’t blame a kingdom or a calamity this time. The possibility of losing each other is already giving us stomach-churning guilt because no one told us to go down here. We came down here because we want to preserve peace for all of us, preserve peace beyond even our lifetimes.”
Zelda placed a hand on Link’s cheek.
“And we will,” she said. “We have to believe we will. If we don’t think we’ll get out of here, then there is no chance we will. This is our first on-our-own decision and it’s a damn risky one. We can always turn back if--”
“No,” Link interrupted.
Link’s hand went to hers and his thumb stroked her soft fingers.
“No,” he repeated, however shakily. “We are going through with this. I just need to process it, that’s all. I didn’t think we would actually be doing this. I think we both held on to the fantasy of peace. I definitely held on to it too much.”
He finally let her touch soothe him.
“I’m here,” Zelda assured him softly. “I’m right here.”
She took his hand and placed it on her heart, the rhythm of which pulsated through his own veins.
“I’m not supposed to be alive right now,” Zelda said. “I should have died an eighty year old queen about thirty years ago but here we both are, young and spry. These caves are filled with dangers we don’t know, but with my heart in your hands and your heart in mine I know we can dare to do the impossible again.”
Link met his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. He tried to breathe the way she was, to feel her calm and to adapt it into his own body.
“Okay,” he said. “I’m ready.”
#zelink#zelink week 2021#zelinkweek2021#zelda#link#forgotten temple#botw#breath of the wild#botw 2#breath of the wild 2#botw sequel#impa#paya#purah#robbie
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Imagine being loved by me
Levihan | rated for mild mentions of sex + spoiler warning for that one forest scene levihans y’all know what’s up | [I hope you find this xoxo 🤍,🐇]
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“You’re shit at kissing...” Levi coughs. Everything hurts, and him hacking up his lungs is testing the integrity of Hanji’s stitches. The loud humming of the forest fades to a whisper when she breathes life back into his ribs.
The shock and desperation fades from her face and she’s laughing now, “but Levi...” she drawls, “we’ve had so much practice...”
Not enough... He breathes. In a world full of people he chose her, and he has built a home in her. Now he just needs a little more time. And Hanji understands. But this world has been kind. Thirty four revolutions around the sun and she’s here in the forest with him. Everything has gone according to plan. At least in all the ways that matter. There’s still time. The world is suspended in a sunbeam, dancing like dust glinting when it catches the light.
There’s still time... We can pretend we’re the only two people left in the world...
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To build a home in another person, all you need is a little wonder. But in this time and space, Levi is young and whatever skills he exhibits in the battlefield, he makes up for with lack of imagination.
Because imagine that- Levi having anything to do with Hanji Zoë.
“You’ll love me Levi, just you wait!” Hanji had teased, three days after first introducing herself to him with a smile and enough sunshine to last Levi a lifetime, “we’ll be best friends in no time”. To which Levi responded with a glower and a seething “not even if we’re the last two fucking people on earth.” And Levi hates himself for saying that. How fucking childish. But the need to be eloquent with Hanji is always lost under the temptation to bicker like children. They all tease him about it. Tell him that Hanji is just- well- an inevitability. And she’s never wrong. But Levi doesn’t think much of it. Her prophecy is mostly forgotten beneath the humdrum of routine death and destruction.
Until now.
Except it really isn’t a prophecy, because prophecies are mostly right aren’t they? And Levi is sure whatever they’re doing is testing the boundaries of friendship. Maybe people do kiss their best friends around here. After all what would a street rat from the underground know. But Levi’s pretty sure it’s just Hanji.
“What are you thinking of?” Hanji asks, breaking the silence that comes with being the only two people awake in the dead of night.
Levi pulls himself out of his thoughts, the lines on his forehead relax, Hanji’s words looping monotonously in the back of his mind like a mantra. “Nothing,” he says, because he’s not quite ready to give Hanji the satisfaction of being right. But it’s mostly an inevitability anyway.
“Well... Just imagine I’m a girl you like... Or a boy... Both are fine,” Hanji says, “I don’t really care,” she winks at Levi.
And Levi still thinks this is a ridiculous idea. Then again they’re young and the experiences they have in this life are limited by the affordances of what comes with the job- or the people that come with the job.
Except they’re not young. Hanji has made it twenty two rounds around the sun without dying, without so much as a scar on her arm from that one time she had failed to check her blind spot. And that means something in their line of work.
And Levi has always been susceptible to persuasion. “Join the Survey Corps.” Erwin had said, sure it took near drowning with his head dunked in a drain and a plan he has since abandoned, but he’s here now. He’s here now in Hanji’s room in the dead middle of the night and maybe it means something because he’s here even though his head is still above water and nobody is commanding him to do anything.
But there’s still this feeling in his chest, like everything is wet and he’s drowning.
He clears his throat, “why are we doing this again?” Because he’s lost the plot somewhere between genuine annoyance and realising his annoyance is a farce.
“I don’t know... Pretend we’re the last two people on earth or something?” A shrug, then “got a good image in mind?”
Everything is so simple with her and Levi struggles to come up with an image to make it easier to breathe.
But Hanji is so close to him now that they’re bumping noses. And even in the dark she’s more vivid than any image Levi can think of.
He figures he doesn’t want to imagine.
He tucks a stray strand of hair that had escaped his braiding behind her ear. His fingers skim her cheek. And at this point, Hanji thinks maybe it’s pointless to pretend that she’s imagining that boy who tends to their horses back home, or the girl from the Garrison she couldn’t quite keep her mind off- until now.
But this is just practice, a little experiment, an experience bounded by its own set of rules- this is all just pretend, it doesn’t mean anything.
So Levi thinks fuck it, because Hanji might be right, they might die tomorrow, might as well live a little.
He doesn’t tell her he’s imagining daylight- the sun streaming through the day curtains, warming the sheets. He’s imagining that sliver of light on her face, catching fire in her eyes. The place within this ray of light is one of safety. Nobody can touch them there. And Levi wonders how long it will last them.
Hanji is surprised when he leans in first and kisses her. Tentatively at first, like he’s waiting to see if she will change her mind. But Hanji is resolute in all the ways he is, and she kisses him back with fervour. She imagines they’re younger. Imagines meeting under different circumstances. Imagines they don’t have a war to fight, and they’re sitting on the edge of the wall, shovel by their sides, peering far past the fields and she’s telling Levi all the ways the earth moves to form hills and valleys. And she thinks maybe they’ve always been friends.
But the image fades a little when she brings a hand to his face, cupping his cheek, and he sighs into the kiss. Besides, she’s already told him countless times how the earth breathes.
They pull apart to breathe because breathing is somehow necessary, Levi thinks maybe he’s getting used to drowning. His eyes are glazed over.
But he snaps out of it fast enough when Hanji breaks into laughter that sounds like the morning. He scowls and pulls her close by her ponytail, pressing his forehead against hers.
“You’re shit at kissing...” he murmurs.
“Really?” Hanji drops a peck on the tip of his nose, completely unconvinced, “I guess I just need more practice...”
—
But the clumsiness of youth doesn’t quite abate with practice.
They’re on an expedition and it's storming outside the tents and Levi makes himself at home in her tent. He’s so close to her now that she can hear him breathing. And she feels like a stupid teenager with a stupid crush. But that's exactly what she is.
When she's done pretending she's asleep, she opens her eyes only to find him staring at her in the dark. She holds her breath, but she doesn't look away. Because that's how they get you right? You lose some sort of secret competition and then everything goes down hill from there and you'll have to deal with the humiliation of it all. So she forces herself to look at him, thanking the gods for her bad eyesight.
A shock of lightning illuminates the inside of the tent like a paper lantern and finds the greys of his eyes. Hanji thinks she sees her reflection swimming in his irises. Swimming or drowning- well, there's a fine line isn't there? He shifts closer to her, scowling like he's moving against his will, and Hanji holds her breath. He wraps an arm lazily around her, pressing his face into her shoulder.
"Wha-" Hanji starts, clearing her throat before continuing, "what's this?"
"Whatever you want it to be..." Levi doesn't look up, but even so, Hanji knows he's frowning, "I'm cold..."
"Alright then..." Hanji chuckles, fingers scratching at the short hairs on his neck, "we're the last two people on earth waiting for the storm to pass..."
Levi thinks about thunderstorms, and sure enough, there’s a steady patter of rain he had tuned out earlier in favour of the thrum of Hanji’s heartbeat beneath his finger tips. He hates wet weather. It’s inconvenient to say the least. Earth becomes mud and everyone tracks said mud into the mess hall. He still remembers the way Isabelle looked when she died- the rain washed away the blood, she looked peaceful almost. Maybe it’s apt. The girl who loved storms spent her last moments on earth listening to the sound of thunder.
His breath evens out against her blouse, "and?" Levi wants her to continue, to fill the gaps of thunder with her voice, because that’s all he’s been thinking about lately and he thinks he knows why.
“And we hate each other’s guts...” Hanji grins.
“Why?” Levi asks, thinking Hanji is missing the point here.
“Everyone loves a good enemies to lovers story...” Hanji laughs.
“That’s dumb...” Levi says, but Hanji is so warm that it pulls him in.
“You’re dumb.”
He scoffs. “Fine.” He says, because Hanji is an inevitability, “and then what?”
She hums, thoughtful, “we hate one another until a storm rolls by...”
—
But it's not always storming, and in fair weather, it’s hard to say what you mean. And Hanji finally realises what she feels, it’s somewhat of a breakthrough. Yet, the first thought that flashes across her mind is how inconvenient this whole situation is. She had just been teasing. She just wanted to get a rise out of Levi. And now they’re spilling over the edges of “more than just friends”.
But there’s little time to think of the details. They get into trouble and Hanji blames it on the potent mix of youth and reckless abandon. Levi blames it on Hanji.
They crash a party for the high society snobs within the inner wall only because Erwin told them they couldn't come along. Hanji’s in a borrowed dress and Levi wonders why he lets himself get dragged into these situations. But there’s more alcohol and food than they’re used to, and they learn champagne goes straight to their heads.
“What now?” He asks, when they’ve stuffed themselves full of roast and potatoes and Hanji almost feels sick.
“Wanna dance?” She replies, pupils blown wide so he knows she’s not all there.
They’re too drunk to actually call it dancing, but Hanji remembers the basics. So she leads. And Levi thinks if he looks into Hanji’s eyes now his heart will explode and he’ll be a dead man. So he opts for staring at her clavicle and mumbling the first thought that comes to his mind.
“What?” Hanji grins down at him.
“What’s this?” Levi says again, because his heart is beating out of his chest and he feels like he's going insane.
Hanji looks down at their feet, still keeping rhythm in her head- they're doing a simple box step so they can't fuck up, no matter how drunk.
"A waltz?" She says, confused, because it should be obvious enough.
"Idiot..." Levi mutters, and Hanji thinks it could be the alcohol because his cheeks are red and he's leaning too much into her. So much that she trips.
They fuck up their rhythm.
The streets are cold. That's the only reason they're holding onto each other for dear life.
That and the copious amounts of champagne in their bloodstream. Bold, brash, bubbling. They had bolted the moment Erwin had spotted them, finger raised accusatorily in their direction, mouth agape with shock. And they had done such a good job avoiding him the entire night too, only to have their cover blown when they tumble to the ground in the middle of the ballroom, with Hanji falling atop of Levi, a shared gaze between them like a cliche.
Hanji is laughing so hard she has to crouch down in the middle of the streets, arms wrapped around her belly to stop the shaking. Her dress is stained at the hem and she'll have to wash it out before returning it to Lynne. But Levi has abandoned all notions of hygiene and neatness and he's now sitting on the ground with Hanji, watching her laugh. There's a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. And he thinks to himself yeah, this is inevitable.
"You know what one of the old snobs told me when you were busy chugging champagne?” Levi says, because the moon is out and it's so full that it's almost bursting at the seams. Nothing matters. The streets are cold, but Levi feels a fire coursing through his veins.
Hanji looks up at him, wiping the tears from her eyes, "what?"
“He told me ‘your wife’s a real handful’” Levi doesn’t know why he’s quite so breathless. But it doesn’t spare him the fact that he is.
“And what did you say?” She chuckles.
Levi makes the mistake of looking up into her eyes. Her eyes with their own gravitational pull, and Levi gets dragged into orbit. “yeah she is...”
“Ah...” Hanji replies, thinking maybe she needs more alcohol. Maybe they could stop at the pub on the way back. But the churning in her gut tells her otherwise. Besides, there's enough of this to go around- this thing she calls youth and reckless abandon. In a few years she'll call him an old man, the cadets will call him a relic. But that's the distant, distant future. For now they're young and the only thing that matters is the way she's smiling at him.
The rest of the walk is quiet, and Levi makes a passing comment about being the last two fucking people on earth with how empty the streets are (“did everyone just die?”). She chortles and he doesn't quite let go of her hand. Somewhere between the party and her room, Levi drapes his jacket over her shoulders. Well, technically her jacket that he borrows all the time. It smells like him now and Hanji holds it close to her with her other hand. And when they’re back at the barracks, he walks her to her door like any boy on a date would. So Hanji tells him just that- that he's behaving exactly like a boy with a hopeless crush-
A lover boy.
And she's not at all embarrassed at the words slipping past her lips. Then again, she has never been one to be particularly careful. She’s been told she’s not exactly good at holding her tongue.
They stand there in the silence, the partial darkness of the corridor. Levi only realises he’s staring at Hanji’s lips when he glances up momentarily and catches a glimpse of her eyes widening in realisation. Realisation like she has found something about him that only she knows. Levi feels vulnerable. But all he can think of is how the blush on the bridge of her nose is beautiful. Hanji looks like she’s about to say something, there’s something amusing about this situation and it’s bubbling between them- bold and brash. In another universe, she would have the opportunity to say it. Probably something along the lines of told you Levi! Enemies to lovers! and this is the part of the story where you kiss me...
But Levi decides he doesn’t want to hear anything she has to say, so he grabs the lapels of her jacket and pulls her close. The kiss that follows, a far too gentle succession to the feeling of crumpled fabric in his fists, a press of lips against the bridge of her nose, and another one- a chaser- on the tip of her nose.
She chuckles and he frowns at the offending noise. “What’s so funny?”
“You missed...” Hanji says before pulling him close by his belt loops and kissing him on the lips.
And there's a hunger that's ignited.
His jacket hits the floor first- the one he had draped around her shoulders. Then his shirt- the only fancy thing he owns. Then her dress-
Like a waltz for two- fingers reaching, exploring, lips crashing. But they're too drunk to call it dancing, sober enough not to call it a mistake. So when they're both naked, breathless forms in the dark, Levi reaches out to press their palms together.
“I don’t know how to be anyone’s lover...” he says just before they fall asleep, and Hanji's vision has adjusted to the dark. There are stars in his eyes, brilliant enough to pull Hanji into their orbit. This is the part of the story where she falls in love with her best friend, and he falls for his, and they know one another a little too much to use the word “love”. She can’t help the smile that spreads across her face-
“Neither do I...”
—
In uncharted waters, Levi can only hope for fair weather again. And maybe it comes in the form of Hanji knocking on his door the night he becomes captain.
“I like you Levi... Does that scare you?” She says from his bed. She’s never had the best timing. But this moment is as good as any other. One terrible mission, too many deaths, and the burden of greater responsibility later, and here they are. One too many revolutions around the sun. Enough for him to be seen as some sort of god, and her, an enigma.
“How much?” He answers. The bed dips where he joins her.
“What?”
“How much do you like me?”
There’s silence. Levi can hear his own heartbeat in his ears when he lies beside her.
“Like a sunbeam...”
He scoffs, “you’re not making sense four eyes...”
She chuckles, a kiss to his forehead, where lines have gathered- hold your horses Captain...
“Imagine you’re lying in bed and it’s been raining so it’s a little cold. It’s not uncomfortable, but you notice the chill and it wakes you a little. But then the sun filters through that gap in the curtains, soft and warm and it kisses your face,” she turns to him to press a kiss to his lips for clarity’s sake, “and there’s nothing in particular you have to do, so you go back to sleep, cradled by that sunbeam, like a cat... Nice huh?”
“Yeah...” Levi says, breathless. The atmosphere is thinning and if Hanji doesn’t let up, he’ll be gasping for air soon.
“That’s how much I like you...” she grins, matter of fact, like she’s talking about the weather, about how the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
When he goes to sleep lulled by her soft snoring he’ll dream of Hanji. In his dream he tells her he’ll steal a cat for her. Because that makes sense somehow. He needs her to know how much he loves her too. It ends with her naming the cat Albert. Levi absolutely hates it. Or at least he pretends to.
But it’s the present and they’ve sunk back into comfortable silence.
This is the part of the story where you kiss me you idiot... he hears it in her voice, warm and playful.
So he does just that. And Levi figures maybe some part of him is a sucker for romantics.
—
“Help me capture a titan, Levi!”
Levi would glower at her, tell her no before she’s allowed to finish her sentence. But they head back to camp, titan in tow, captured alive. And perhaps this is as far as romance goes in this world.
And it becomes a ritual of sorts- if we make it back, dinner’s on the sucker with fewer kills.
Except this time the date is them tearing at each other’s clothes.
Hanji never understood why anyone would put this world at the centre of the universe. There’s just too much pride in that assumption. There’s nothing particularly special about this world, yet she will live, love, and die here. A cursed rock, a beautiful rock, orbiting the sun. This is the world in which the death greets them with the hospitality of an old friend. Of an old god that whispers in their ears-
Welcome home, my children.
But at twenty five revolutions around the sun, she can’t imagine being dead. She knows she doesn’t want to die, not really, not when there’s still so much beauty to behold. There’s so much beauty in the way his heartbeat feels against her temple, in the way her toes are peeking out of the duvet, in the way he’s holding her like she is his.
“You won this time Levi... You captured a fucking titan!” She says, meaninglessly. It doesn’t matter in the larger scheme of things. Hanji would get drunk mid-way through dinner and Levi would pay. That’s just how things work around here.
“You nearly died...” Levi says, “you nearly fucking died...” he’s calm now, all the anger, all the frustration he had, has now been wrung dry from his system. Now his face is pressed against her chest, and the marks he left are just starting to surface, more brilliant than her bruises from battle are.
“Yeah... Scary huh...”
So she thinks now is as good a time as ever. This moment is precious enough. She presses a kiss to his forehead.
“What do you want to do when this ends?” She asks, because a little wonder never hurt anyone:
“If you died, all that wouldn’t even matter...” Levi says accusatorially, a petty way to be in their line of work. But it’s only because it scares him that nothing has come close to scaring him this much. If she dies, she takes everything that’s left of him with her. Levi doesn’t make the rules. That’s just how it works.
Hanji chuckles. “I’m sure you can easily find someone else... A nice little wife, an apartment in the city, a brood of kids?” She quirks a brow at him, completely missing the whole irony of lying in bed naked with a man she’s selling her little fantasy to. But she hears the others talk about it all the time- about settling down, having children. Besides this sliver of light will not last them.
“Is that what you want?” He asks.
Hanji ponders this for a moment, she thinks maybe not. It’s best not to drag someone into this life of hers, where nothing is guaranteed, where death lives on her doorstep and she knows it on a first name basis.
“No...” she answers simply. “I just want to sleep. Take a long nap... Wake up and realise it’s mid-day, then fall back asleep again.”
That sounds nice. That has always sounded nice. He thinks of sunbeams, of dust, of a stupid cat named Albert.
To build a house in another person all it takes is wonder and reckless abandon. And being around Hanji has granted Levi both.
“Maybe we could build a cottage in the forest...” he says like he’s dreaming and he has nothing to lose.
Levi doesn’t miss the crack in her voice, “didn’t peg you for a forest kinda guy...”
Levi shrugs, “figured you’d like the forest... Enough dirt for you to play in...”
Hanji chuckles breathlessly, turning to face Levi. She locks eyes with him, and she sees the boy she kissed in the dark “just to see what it feels like”.
“I don’t know how to be anyone’s lover, Levi...” her voice is a whisper, “I don’t clean, I hardly wash... I don’t know how to make bread...” After all, all things weird and abnormal come with their warning labels.
There’s a smile pulling Levi’s face.
“I do,” he says, “I’ll make the bread... Just promise me you’ll take a bath before dinner...”
Levi pictures that- a cottage in the middle of god forsaken nowhere, the last two people on earth- he glowers at her first, then they become friends, an inevitability. And now they will fall in love over a loaf of warm bread. Maybe there’s a storm outside. Maybe not. Doesn’t matter. They’re waiting on that sunbeam that always comes through their curtain in the mornings.
“Yeah...” she answers, it’s hard to breathe in vacuum. It’s hard to breathe when Levi has taken her breath away, “yeah okay...”
—
Hanji never understood why anyone would put this world at the centre of the universe. There’s just too much pride in that assumption. There’s nothing particularly special about this world, yet she will live, love, and die here. A cursed rock, a beautiful rock, orbiting the sun. This is the world in which the death greets them with the hospitality of an old friend. Of an old god that whispers in their ears-
Welcome home, my children.
But Levi isn’t dead yet- not yet.
“You nearly fucking died...” Hanji had said, accusatorially. And even though she has fought it for years, she thinks maybe she has allowed herself to take him for granted. The invincible Captain Levi, now dredged up to shores like old treasure. And Hanji nurses him back to a soft glow. “What the fuck... You nearly died...” she says again, as if it isn’t already obvious by the state he’s in.
He looks at her, because moments like these are rare as of recent. He feels the ghost of her lips against his lingering under his bandages. From when she had breathed life back into his lungs. There’s still blood on her face- his blood. And even so, god, even so-
There’s sunlight percolating through the clouds, a sunbeam that reaches down to caress her face. She’s here now, this lover of yours, it says. And Levi almost confuses this moment for his dreams. But life on this unspectacular little rock has been kind, and this is reality. Slightly grimmer than he’d hope, but Hanji is still here. And he sees the years that have gone by in the way responsibility has weighed her down.
No matter. She’s here now. Waking up next to him in a beam of sunlight, dust rising and dancing like bubbles underwater. He’ll get up, warm the bread, and she’ll set two cups in front of them. And Levi would stare at his cup.
“It’s tea, idiot...” Hanji would say, but she has no business defending the cup of something that looks far too dark, too murky to be tea. So she laughs and adds a- “you know I’m really shit at making tea...”
He knows. And that’s a problem for later. For now, Levi imagines they’re the only two people left on earth.
“Maybe we could live here together... Right Levi?”
The thing about the sun. It will always be alluring to the little creatures that dwell in the leaf litter. But too much of a good thing would blind them. This little cursed rock will turn on itself, like a little ball of dirt being rolled off to some pre-determined spot. Completely meaningless in the larger scheme of things. But god, does Levi want to fly into the sun.
Instead he replies, best he can, “I don’t know how to thatch a roof...” And that’s unacceptable. It has to be. How are they going to survive in the forest without a roof. What are they going to do when the storm comes. And his reply reads with familiarity- I don’t know how to be a lover... Now a meaningless phrase exchanged between the two of them like a habit. As a warning to themselves to not get too comfortable in this world.
He hears his own heart shatter. This is the moment he realises there might not be a happy ending to their story. This is the moment he realises he had been hoping for one.
Hanji understands. She understands because she’s the same. So she breaks a smile at him.
“Neither do I...” she says. She can’t even make a decent cup of tea to save her life, and now she wants Levi to run away with her. What will they do. But god, she knows she can brave any storm with him.
“But when this is over... We can figure out how...” Levi says, laboriously, and he links his pinky with hers. He’s humanity’s strongest, surely he can learn to thatch a roof.
“Yeah...” Hanji says, breathless. She’s smart. She’ll figure it out. And she thinks she never wants to die. “Yeah okay...”
She takes this as her cue to lie beside him, head leaning against his good shoulder, hand over his heart. Hanji was right all along. Levi kisses her forehead and tells her he wants her.
“What’s this?” She whispers, eyelids getting heavy, like she’s going to drift off to a long sleep. By morning, the sun will caress her cheek, and if this life permits, she will fall back asleep again in Levi’s arms.
“Whatever you want it to be...” he replies.
“Okay...” she says-
We’re the last two people on earth, waiting for the storm to pass.
#hope you like it💖#levihaneggschange2021#levihan#Levi x hange zoe#Levi Ackerman#hange zoe#mine#my fic#shingeki no kyojin#i hope there are no mistakes I rewrote this a few times!#Levi x hange#Levi x Hanji
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kinktober - day thirteen
lev haiba - filming
kinktober faq
kinktober prompt list
nsfw warning featuring: sex sex and more sex, picture taking during sexy time, taking pictures = filming right?
other tags: established relationship, model!lev, photographer!reader
fem reader
word count: 2264
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The man in front of you was a model of great renown. An art piece of a man. A face right off of a magazine cover.
“That’s great, Lev. Face me a bit.”
And he was yours.
“These will be perfect for the spring gallery.”
An art exhibit is nothing without a few masterpieces, and you were just lucky enough to know one well.
“You think so?”
You nodded, giving him a grin. “Let’s unbutton your shirt a bit.”
You reached out past your camera with one hand and popped the buttons open, snapping well framed photos as you did so.
Weeks ago, you went over your plans for this photo gallery with Lev, and as always he was ready to jump all over something new.
Your theme was simple: capture interaction, attraction, and satisfaction, in the best way you knew how to do so.
“I can find someone else, if you aren’t comfortable,” you had told him, knowing fully well how he’d respond.
“Are you crazy? I’m not letting you do any of those things with someone else, no way!” You laughed, but his response was genuine as he continued, “Besides, you want it to be real, right? You’ll have to force it with someone else, and by then you’ll be begging me to be your model so you actually have something worth showing off.”
And what you had with Lev was definitely worth showing off.
You were expecting a giant turn out and great success with this exhibit, partially because Lev was your subject. Photos of him like the ones you’d be taking today were massively craved by his fans and people in the industry alike; you were using that as your advantage, and he knew that.
“Let’s just get this off,” you told him, unbuttoning his shirt completely and sliding your hand inside, capturing stills as you caressed his sculpted skin. “Get some sexy shots.”
“You’re enjoying this too much,” Lev laughed.
“You’re one to talk,” you replied, tossing his attitude right back to him.
You reached up and kissed him, deep and hard and fast; you had every bit of control as your hand continued to explore, finding its destination at his belt buckle.
“Already getting hard?”
You stopped any reply he had with another kiss, this time shorter but just as passionate.
“Just a few more, baby,” you told him. “I’ll give you what you want soon.”
You watched as he slowly stripped his shirt away, taking photo after photo as he posed. The lipstick you had kissed onto his lips was accidental, but it shined under the bright lights in a way you liked. And it made you want to kiss him more, to leave his entire body stained red.
You unbuttoned your own shirt, giving him something to look at besides the camera.
He whined your name, and you laughed at him.
“What is it?”
“I want you!”
“That’s the point,” and you clicked a photo as if you were punctuating your sentence with it.
There wasn’t a camera in the world that could totally capture that desperate need for you in his eyes, and you were okay with that.
Some things were only for you to see.
You only took a few more shots - your hand cupping his cheek, in his hair, holding onto his hand, undoing his belt; and then, Lev couldn’t take it.
“Put the camera down,” he said, pushing you back toward the table behind you. He was palming himself over his pants, in need of some relief, and obviously not finding it. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Can’t you multitask for five minutes?”
“No, I can’t,” he replied, wrapping his arms around your waist now that there wasn’t a camera between you. “Not when your body is on full display.”
“I just love to tease you,” you whispered to him as your lips trailed along the edge of his jawline, leaving marks of lipstick behind.
Lev couldn’t catch his breath. “Just touch me,” he begged, and you did, at first over his pants but quickly diving underneath. “Fuck - how many more shots do you need?”
“A few,” you said. “You’ll need to lay down for those, though.”
“That’s the best idea you’ve ever had - oh, slow down, I’m way too sensitive right now - let’s lay down now. Please.”
“Go ahead,” you told him. “On the floor.”
He wanted to question you, but he didn’t, because it wasn’t worth the time. If the floor was his only option right now, so be it.
You grabbed your camera again, and he groaned in frustration until he remembered what the point of all this was.
He was laid out before you like an art piece to be admired. And you were going to do more than just that to him.
“Look at me, Lev.” He did, and you couldn’t tell if he was posing for the camera or if he was being completely natural - he was beautiful in every way you could imagine. And the fact that he was looking at you as if you placed the stars in the sky was only a bonus.
He was waiting for you. He pulled his pants off before being instructed to and the bulge in his underwear was being presented to you like his body was your throne, and you’d be damned if you didn’t take your rightful seat.
But the moment you did, he pushed you off.
“Strip,” he demanded in a whine. “Wanna see you, need to feel you. Don’t tease anymore.”
You couldn’t help giving in as you watched him pull away his last piece of clothing. “Fine. Hold this then.”
You handed him your camera and he held it carefully; letting his curiosity get the best of him, he turned it around and pointed it toward you. He looked through the camera’s viewfinder, and what he saw was something far too beautiful for words.
And he got a picture of it: you, completely unsuspecting, right as your bra fell off.
“Lev!”
“What?!” He was laughing, but getting that picture of you turned him on more than he could even explain. “It’s only fair that I get to take some of you. And you’ll have let me have that one, please.”
You got the rest of your clothes off quickly and took the camera from him before he could take any more pictures of you - this was about his body, not yours.
“It’s really a shame that you keep yourself hidden behind the camera,” he told you. By now, you had made yourself comfortable straddling him again. “But… I do like keeping you all to myself.”
“It’s a good thing I’m all yours then.” You rocked your hips, just to see how he’d react.
It was with a lovely noise, one you wish you were able to capture in a single photo.
“All mine,” he said through moans. He was bucking his hips wildly, working to get any sort of friction, and the picture you took of him biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut was one you’d get framed for yourself.
“Fuck, baby, come on,” he said, whispering as if he didn’t have the energy to raise his voice. “What do you want me to do?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” you said. “Just lay there and let me capture your beauty while I fuck you - can you do that?”
He only just remembered that, right now, he was doing his job - he was being paid to do this, to model while his girlfriend fucks his brains out, and he was thanking his lucky stars that he somehow ended up here.
“You’re the boss,” he replied, and he was grinning from ear to ear.
There was one photo you were determined to get, so before anything else, you held your camera up for the perfect frame.
“Help me out,” you told Lev as you raised your hips, standing up on your knees.
It took him a second to figure out what you meant, but he got the point; both of your hands were busy, so you needed him to get things started.
You felt the tip of his cock dip into you, then spread up to your clit; beyond all odds he was the one teasing you now, and you didn’t see it coming, but he was enjoying himself.
“God, you’re so wet for me,” he moaned, almost like he was talking to himself. “Can’t I just taste you first - please?”
“No, baby, later - I want to fuck you now,” and his response was a whine that made his offer all the more tempting. “Come on, Lev, put it in for me.”
He did as he was told, and you cared far more about the look on his face than your own pleasure. With each passing second of you sinking down, he felt more and more of you; his head tossed back, his mouth hung open, his chest frozen with his breath trapped inside. And the silence was filled with the shuttering of your camera, capturing an array of photos you knew would be this collection’s centerpieces.
As you swirled your hips against his, it was hard to focus on anything else; taking even decent photos was difficult when the only thing you wanted to do was give your all to the man underneath you - and giving your all to him was impossible when you were focused on the camera.
“Stop teasing,” Lev begged, “Just fuck me - please just fuck me - I can’t take it,” and he was pulling on your hips with a tight grip but it wasn’t working, it wasn’t enough.
You wanted to capture this desperation, this hunger in his eyes, this yearn for you that defined all of his features. You wanted to have it forever, to show it off, to brag that the beautiful man underneath you was yours, the look in his eyes was yours - his pleasure was yours. And you could give and take it as you pleased.
But the camera was the least of your worries as your hips moved faster, as your body worked harder for him. You were done snapping pictures, at least for now, and he noticed.
“You have enough,” he told you, and he took the camera from you before you could argue. “Now you can give me what I want and fuck me right.”
You answered with a swift thrust of your hips, one his hips met you with, pushing the tip of his cock into the deepest parts of you and sending you into a search for finding somewhere deeper. And he loved it, seeing you needing him like he needs you - finally seeing you without a big camera in your face or the spark of work ethic in your eyes.
You heard the click of the camera and felt his cock twitch in what was sure to be in response to it; you saw where he was pointing the lens and you slowed down, posing for a picture, raising all the way up and falling slow so he could see and capture the length of his cock disappearing right back into you.
And now he understood what you loved so much about photography. He was trigger happy, taking shots from every angle, never letting up on the button, and it was sending him somewhere he didn’t see coming.
But you did. “Give it back now, Lev,” and he ignored you, choosing to reach out and touch you instead. He watched his hand through the lens of the camera, he touched you everywhere before settling between your legs, abusing your clit for dozens of photos.
Both of you were nearing the top now - you could see the peak and you didn’t care about anything else. There’s plenty of time before spring, you’d get the rest of the photos you need later - that photo gallery was at the back of your mind now as you and Lev were working together to reach unseen heights.
And you were there, just ahead of him and without a warning; his thrusts sent you there, his fingers kept you going, his moans secured you to the top, and you dragged him up with you.
He let you know he was cumming as he did, but you already knew - you felt it, you could see it. The face he was making would look beautiful with a frame around it, his moans were meant to play on loop, his hands which were hooked onto your hips should be carved out of stone and preserved for centuries.
He was a beautiful man, an art piece, a face from a magazine - he was yours, only yours, all yours and everyone should know it.
Everyone would know it.
“We’ll have to go again,” you said, breathless and panting. “Maybe… two more sessions.”
“Only two?”
You laughed, “We’ll see,” and then took your camera back from him, snapping one last picture just to tease.
“You’ll have to let me see all of those,” he told you. “And maybe text them to me.”
“Next time, you’re not getting a hold of my camera.”
“Then there won’t be a next time!”
“I’m sure I can find someone else, then…”
The face he made was too funny not to take a photo of, and at the click of your camera, both of you laughed.
And Lev took it back from you, prying it out of your hands, remarking, “It’s later, isn’t it?”
When you landed on your back, both of you knew that next time was only minutes away.
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#kinktober 2020#lev haiba#lev haiba x reader#lev x reader#haikyuu imagines#not family friendly#haikyuu x reader
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Inktober 2020 |Day 1: Fish|
Eek! Guess I’m doing Inktober this year! This isn’t the best thing I’ve ever written but, I really hope you guys enjoy this.
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You had never been much of a believer in anything you couldn’t see or prove. Even then, you were prone to doubt something you couldn’t explain. That was why, when the aquarium in town had announced it was revealing a newly discovered species, you were skeptical to say the least. The information they had released to the public was limited, but there was talk in the town of it being something monstrous. You’d scoffed at the idea but your curiosity was peaked. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to take a trip to the aquarium. You knew you’d enjoy the species they for sure had even if this new thing turned out to be a bust.
The crowds at the exhibit’s debut were surprisingly large, though not entirely unexpected. After all, it had been the talk of the town since it was announced. You slipped through the hoard with only slight difficulty. Before long, you were able to see the exhibit. It was odd that there was a barrier put up to keep people away from the glass. The enclosure itself was rather ominous. It wasn’t as well lit as the other tanks and it was huge. You were pretty sure it could comfortably house a whale. Still, it was unnerving that you didn’t see anything but a couple small fish and a manta ray. You eyes scanned the crowd around you for any workers, but you didn’t have time to find anyone.
Murmurs from the people around you suddenly quieted and you glanced back at the tank in slight confusion. You gasped as your eyes met a pair startlingly similar to yours. Although, with a start, you realized that the face of what ever you were looking at was much bigger than yours. You froze unsure what to do or feel as you watched the creature. Never had you seen something quite like it. It looked humanoid, the biggest difference being the giant fish tail in place of legs. On the tail, the scales were a murky black and sharp looking spines ran down it. What at first you had thought was hair you soon realized was a mass of tentacles on the creature’s head. Its eyes were pitch black voids which made it impossible to tell where, if at all, it was looking. Though, the your main concern lay with the creature’s mouth. Teeth that made shards of broken glass look soft sat in its mouth. You gulped slightly as you watched the thing move. It looked agitated to say the least.
Within moments the silence of the crowd was broken by jeering and the sounds of cameras clicking. Many had neglected to see or follow the many posted signs stating to turn off your camera flash. You winced as the creature bared its teeth. Something in your gut churned as people continued to ignore the rules. One young girl ducked under the banister and walked up to the glass. She stood about a foot away and turned her back to the tank. She smiled, posing briefly for a picture.
You saw what was going to happen moments before it did. Without thinking you slid under the banister and pushed the girl often the side as it slammed into the glass baring its teeth once more. No one in the crowd behind you missed the loud smash, but with the blood rushing in your ears you didn’t hear it at first. You turned to the tank only to see two huge cracks stretching out from the places where the creatures hands had smacked into the glass. You felt a chill run through you. The glass was a couple of inches thick and it had been cracked as if it were nothing.
Most everyone had run away by now, but you couldn’t make your legs move. You stood frozen in place making direct eye contact with a humanoid sea monster twice your size. Okay, yeah. This is not how you had planned your day to go. To your surprise it didn’t continue breaking the glass, instead it put its hands on it looking at you in a way you could only describe as curious. Still, you didn’t trust the look in its eyes. It blinked and that was all you needed to snap out of it. You slipped back behind the banister but continued to watch the creature. It was still watching you with interest, hands pressed up against the glass. You took some time to study it more closely. Its skin was a dark greyish blue hue that reminded you vaguely of the deep deep ocean. The more you looked at it the more it looked emaciated and even a bit sickly. Though, maybe that was just how this species typically looked. Afterall, this was the first time you’d ever seen one.
Hesitantly you waved at the creature. With its sharp, boney fingers it waved back mimicking you. You couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto your face. It once again copied you, smiling back. Feeling more than a little amused you stretched backwards with your arms behind your head and it copied you again. You were getting ready to try something else when a voice behind you caused you to jump.
“Amazing. I’ve never seen em’ do that. Typically he’s pretty damn mean, that one,” a worker stated, looking at you incredulously. You weren’t sure what to say but the creature bared its fangs at the worker beside you and swam away. Only peeking out at you briefly from behind a large piece of coral behind ducking down again.
“He don’t like me one bit, I tell ya. Won’t take nothin’ I give em’. Spiteful lil’ retch would rather starve to death than eat the food I’ve got!” He ranted. You grimaced but listened on politely. So you were right about the creature looking unhealthy.
“We’re gettin’ real desperate now. Everyone’s had a go at takin’ care of em’ but he’s just hateful. Ricky had to get stitched up after he got a little too close to em’.”
You weren’t sure you liked where this conversation was going. If you were about to be asked to do what you thought you were going to, you weren’t sure if you could refuse. You didn’t want the creature to starve to death and it would probably be a once in a lifetime opportunity. Although, you didn’t really have a death wish either.
“Maybe you’d like to give it a go?” the worker asked hopefully. You frowned slightly and he piped up.
“I’m sure they’d pay ya good money if they know he’ll take food from ya!” he encouraged. You glanced back at the tank, more specifically the large cracks in the glass. Looking back towards the coral your eyes locked with a pair of sunken black ones. To hell with it.
“Okay, fine. But I’ll for sure sue if I get seriously hurt,” you agreed staring down the worker. He clapped his hands excitedly and thanked you, before he practically dragged you along.
The nerves hit you like a trainwreck the moment a bucket of dead fish was placed at your feet. You stood a couple of feet away from the open tank absolute terrified. This was such a bad idea and you were totally going to get yourself killed.
“Now, just scootch a lil bit closer to the tank and call for em’,” the man instructed. You inched forward on trembling legs with the bucket in your hand. Dead fish was certainly not a pleasant smell.
“H-hey,” you called softly. Your voice was barely above a whisper.
“He’s not gonna hear ya if-” the man cut himself off when a head peeked out of the water. God, up close he seemed so much bigger. You wanted nothing more than to bolt in that moment but you kept your feet planted firmly.
“Hi, I have food,” you stately lamely gesturing towards the fish. The creature upturned his nose at the bucket and you couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh.
“M-maybe something fresher would be better...?” you inquired towards the worker. He shook his head.
“Nah, his kind clean off carcasses normally. We can’t feed em’ rotten fish though, they’re afraid it might hurt em’,” the worker explained. Your eyes widened a smidge, but that would certainly explain the teeth. You picked up a fish from the bucket and took a step towards the creature.
“I know it’s not what you normally eat, but you have to eat something. I don’t want you to die...” you trailed off, unsure why you were trying to converse with it in the first place. To your surprise it placed its hands onto the side and laid its head down on top of it. It still watched you warily but it didn’t seem malicious. Slowly, you set the bucket down and pulled out a fish watching it all the while for any sort of sign it might want to hurt you. You cautiously walked over to it and held out the fish. It snarled and you flinched, but stayed rooted in place. With what sounded like a heavy sigh it took the fish and plunged back into the tank with it. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding and turned back to look at the caretaker. His mouth was agape and he looked stunned.
Finally, he asked, “Why didn’t you just throw the fish!? The hell were you thinking!? Why was he so gentle?! He won’t let anyone get within a foot of that tank!” he didn’t seem like he knew whether he should scold or applaud you. You just grimaced and let the man talk your ear off for a moment. Eventually, you swapped contact information and he said that he’d set up a time for you to be interviewed tomorrow. You weren’t sure the legality of all this, but you’d been meaning to find a new job for a while now. If it meant working at an aquarium with a potentially dangerous sea monster, so be it.
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lame
07.
look, i know i’m an asshole but at least i’m trying
“Look at that, isn’t he amazing?” the blond boy yells, pointing at the TV on display, showing one of those heroes in work.
“Uwah, All Might’s so cool!”
(E/c) eyes followed the boys’ gazes, watching a big hulking figure power through villains.
She could only nod, half-heartedly, keeping her eyes on the screen, listening to the two boys go on about how amazing he was.
Booming laughter sounded off from the screen, the two boys anticipating as the hero turned to the camera. “I am here!”
And then, the boys went wild – gesticulating wildly, words of admiration leaving their lips, eyes twinkling with amazement. Honestly, it was easy to like someone as big and prominent as All Might.
But in a world ruled by quirks, and your perception of them tainted at an early age, it was difficult to really set yourself on where you stood.
“Isn’t he the coolest, (Nickname?)” green eyes turned to the (h/c) girl.
“Uh, yeah…” came the girl’s reply, rather dull and lacking in the same energy as the two boys.
“That was a weak reply, (Name)!” the blond boy turned to her, a bit offended. “You should be crying out like me and Deku! All Might’s the coolest!”
Chancing a look at the said hero on screen, she shrugged, unsure how to reply to that. “I mean, I guess he is.”
Both boys froze at their friend’s lack of admiration for their favorite hero.
“Sorry I’m not like you guys.”
“T-That’s okay, (Nickname).” The green-haired boy says, voice shaky and his eyes sheen with tears he’s fighting off, smiling warmly at her.
“Hey, that doesn’t mean I don’t like him, though. He’s just not my favorite hero.”
The blond boy’s carmine eyes widen at that, the three kids began to walk home together once the show was over.
“Then, who is your favorite?”
“Hm…I guess I prefer the quiet heroes, I guess?” she nods, mind thinking of policemen, teachers, cooks, train staff, and fishermen. “Ones that don’t really stand out but are cooler in other ways.”
“Ah, there’s this one hero I heard about from Kyoto!” Izuku tells her. “He has a healing quirk, but he’s also really good at martial arts and carries a cool staff with him.”
“That’s Merlin!” the girl gushes excitedly, her walking having a bit of a jump. “The Wandering Hero: Merlin! He’s so cool! I think my grandpa mentioned him before, having trained in our dojo when he was still in training. Ma says he was the prettiest looking man next to Pa. And Pa says his quirk’s extra cool if you get to see it in person!”
(E/c) eyes sparkled the more she gushed about this hero of hers, one he’s never heard of because of his rather elusive nature as a hero.
“That sounds amazing, (Nickname)! I wish my family could have known All Might as well!” the green-haired boy’s tiny fists shook with excitement, sharing her enthusiasm.
“Tch, All Might’s still better. Just wait ‘til I become a hero, (Name)…” muttered the blond, hands in his pockets. “Then you’ll see that I’m definitely the best outta the rest.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, looking at her friend in disbelief. Then mischief.
Getting behind him, she kicks the backs of his knees, causing him to topple to the ground face first.
“Ah, Kacchan!”
“What the hell was that for, (Name)!?”
“That was so lame of you, Katsuki!” laughed the girl, sticking her tongue out as she grabbed the green-haired boy’s hand and proceeded to run ahead of him.
Angered the boy rushes to his knees, cheeks definitely not flushed, and gives the two a chase. “HAH!? WHO’RE YOU CALLING LAME!?”
Three little kids ran down the streets, laughing in their wake.
Traditions in Japan were rather a thing that made the country quite known to the outside world, as many adhered to certain types of customs.
And as per family tradition, certain family never fails to hand over ochugen gifts to the people in your lives.
A (h/c) girl was headed off to the Bakugou’s first, a box full of fresh harvest from her grandpa’s garden. Coincidentally, it also happened to be Izuku’s birthday and she got him special tickets to that superhero exhibit. To commemorate, she had even worn an All Might shirt!
Reaching the Bakugou’s, she put down the Midoriya’s box, before reaching for the doorbell. Someone yelled inside, followed by explosive remarks, which was something she’s rather used to.
Patiently waiting, she felt a buzz, taking her phone out of her shorts pocket, smiling when she saw a text from the birthday boy, feeling the excitement through his text.
The door clicked open, her smile still in place as she furiously texted Izuku back. As she pressed reply, she then pocketed her phone and readily met a pair of carmine eyes.
Except, the owner of said eyes came from the last person she cared for, smile flattening.
For a second there was surprise in his features, softening slightly as his usual scowl set in. His eyes took in her form, the box, then at the ridiculous shirt she had on. “What the fuck are you wear-“
Behind him, a voice called out. “(Name)-chan!”
It was Auntie Mitsuki.
Smile finding its way back, a rather polite one at that, the teen greeted her back. “Hiya, Auntie!”
Shouldering her son aside, receiving a snarky reply she didn’t bother with, the Bakugou matriarch’s eyes shined at the sight of the young teen. “Look at you, growing up so fast to be this cute!” unable to help herself, she reached over to pinch the younger girl’s cheeks before swallowing her into her arms for a hug. Releasing the girl, her carmine eyes then focused and shined at the items in her hand. “Ah, Shihan really has the neatest harvest every summer, thanks for these!”
“We most graciously bestow our gratitude to you, oh great Bakugou Mitsuki!” the teen implored, rather dramatically, earning a laugh between the two, like a running gag.
Bakugou could only watch, quite amazed at their relationship.
“Oi brat, get this will ya?” snapped his mother over her shoulder.
“Don’t tell me what to do, hag!” screamed the blond back, carefully taking the box from her hands.
Their eyes met briefly before she easily slid them away to focus on his mom, an instantaneous reaction.
“You seem dolled up, (Name)-chan. Got a date?”
Humming, she tilted her head to the side. “You could say that,” at that, Bakugou nearly stumbled in his step but she didn’t notice. “it’s Izuku’s birthday today and I’m just having a birthday date with him in a while!”
At the mentioned of Deku, Bakugou froze in his step, looking over his shoulder to take in her attire once more – a gaudy All Might shirt tucked into some simple denim shorts, then some sneakers.
“Aw, ain’t that cute. Oi, Katsuki, why aren’t you with them!?”
Caught, he burst out a reply. “HAH? Why the hell would I spend time with those extras?” his words got the best of him before he could control himself, her brows knitting together, pain flashing through (e/c) eyes for a quick second. He instantly regretted opening his stupid mouth.
“Anyways," he couldn't help notice the slight strain in her voice, feeling his heart drop "I just came to drop by our ochugen gifts. Thank you again for all your help, Auntie.” Grabbing the Midoriya’s gift box from the ground, the teen worked on a smile. “Please tell Uncle Masaru I said hi!” And with that, she was gone.
Both blonds watch the young girl walk away before the door closed. Without a word, Mitsuki walked back in, giving a quick smack to her son’s head before disappearing into the kitchen.
Her hit was rather soft, reprimanding.
Something unpleasant filled his gut as he dropped the gift box on the dining room table and headed off to his room, pained (e/c) eyes haunting him.
You always hurt the ones you love.
Does it feel weird to feel close to someone you haven’t spoken to in years? That there’s always been this sort of connection between the two of you that instantly links you together even after days, months, years of zero contact?
Well, that’s how Bakugou Katsuki feels towards Yuroichi (Name).
Ever since they were kids and he was introduced to (Name), she was all he cared about. Well, there was Deku, but he was second on his list.
(Name) had always been special for him.
But then, things changed.
Since being paired up with Deku for his practical exam, he was unsettled. Well, he’s been unsettled for a lot of things for lots of reasons. But basically, what he’s been unsettled about with Deku was (Name).
While he remembered wimpy Deku trailing behind him, there was always (Name) ready to drag him away or be beside him. Where there was Deku, (Name) was sure to follow. They were like a combo; one was never without the other. He hated it.
Deku had no fucking quirk, was weak, small, a shitty nerd, yet he had the fucking gall to stand up and try to be a hero. With that, (Name) shifted her attention and adoration to him and him alone.
Honestly, he didn’t mind that they were quirkless – they honestly just got in the way.
Still, it fucking hurts that (Name) wouldn’t bother looking his way or even saying a word to him. Fuck, even Deku would acknowledge him even if it were outta fear!
Bullying probably made sense to keep her distance, especially since he loved targeting weak quirkless like Deku and her. But to be on the receiving end of those angry eyes, it made him weak. It may have enforced and asserted his dominance in middle school, but to her, it was a disgusting power play.
He may not be close with her compared to when they were younger, but he’s always kept an eye out for her (and Deku, shut up). He knows that she’s an expert martial artist, bagging and winning several competitions and tournaments, was the pride of the school and her family dojo, sleeps a lot during classes, and sometimes, the older kids would pick on her because they knew she was tough.
(However, after that one time in middle school, she stopped with the fighting and worked on a clean slate.)
She never befriended anyone without a quirk lightly, the majority of her friends either were quirkless or had a really minor, insignificant quirk. She didn’t seem to care nor mind. However, Deku remained her closest companion.
He’d see her a lot – in hallways, in class, on the way home, but he never got to be with her.
Nonchalant, lax, yet kind and sweet to others, but to him, she was forcibly polite and civil.
Those adoring, reassuring, warm (e/c) eyes were reserved for that one shitty nerd.
He hated to admit it, but he craved for her attention, yearned for her approval, and desperately lingered on the fact that they were childhood friends, so he’s obliged to keep a relationship, even when now they’re barely acquaintances.
On his middle school graduation, while he was surrounded by his so-called friends and his parents, his eyes easily caught on two people laughing amongst themselves.
Just seeing them, laughing together with cherry blossoms fluttering to paint an idyllic image, suddenly made him feel extremely lonely. His hold on his diploma slackened, fingers and foot twitching, eyes taking his childhood acquaintances in.
Graduating top of his class, with a bright future set for UA High School. He should be excited, right? Ecstatic even at what he’s gained? Yet why does it feel so lacking?
Carmine eyes began to soften, especially at the smaller of the two. Realization dawned unto him, the occasion was rather bittersweet for (Name), as it was nearing a year since she lost her parents and she couldn’t share the joyous occasion with them. Thankfully, she had her grandfather with her, then Auntie Inko, and Deku.
But not him.
Irked, he left before his mom could find them, no doubt, to use the opportunity to snag a photo of the three.
Nothing hurts more than to realize that the one person – he swore to protect, to keep by his side, had completely shunned him.
At first, they were inseparable. But as the years passed, they drifted apart.
The day (Name) punched him was a literal awakening, a prologue really. It got him worked up. Then the Sludge Incident happened. Her parents died. The light in those (e/c) eyes weren’t as bright as before, even when she got a part-time job.
He knew he was wrong; he won’t deny that (but he won’t say it out loud either), but he won’t ever hide from it either.
After getting into UA, he felt her punch even more at the introduction of his classmates with quirks, as she aptly put it “better and flashier” compared to his.
That stung, hurting his ego.
Damn, the top was a challenge.
But he wasn’t backing down, damn it.
So, what is he was a proud asshole? He had every reason to be! He had compensated with his talents, smarts, and versatility.
Still, to be called out on having a shitty personality boosted only by the fact that he had a strong quirk could do a number to him.
When it came to matters of the heart, he sucked in that aspect.
(h/c) locks, framing a pretty face with (e/c) eyes, they always, always, always manage to catch him off-guard.
Unbeknownst to the green-haired nerd, whenever he opened his big mouth to his friends in 1-A, he’d hope there was something about (Name), no matter how small or insignificant. They even texted.
Pride would always win over him whenever Deku would openly talk about (Name) – Bakugou would pretend to be uninterested, looking out the window while he was actually taking in the nerd’s words like a starved man, he was the only source of news he had because for the first time in their life, (Name) was not there with them. It sucked. (She was very clear on steering away from heroics or people who had a quirk, despite having one herself)
The days were lonelier and duller without her. Deku’s ramblings were something – slightly comforting, but don’t tell him that, but it just missed that one figure next to him.
For all his bravado, just the mere mention of Yoruichi (Name) made him weak. Wait, scratch that, (Name) was a strong person by herself, he did not make him weak, shut up. Hesitate, yeah, that’s the word, she made him falter, hesitate. Whatever.
Thankfully, none of his idiotic ragtag of friends keyed in on that. Save for Deku.
Deku, who’d always known. Deku, that sharp fucking nerd who always tried to be the goody-two-shoes and goaded him to talk to her.
Like fuck he’d talk to him about (Name), fucking no way. He’d rather have his nails done with half-and-half bastard than to have a heart-to-heart talk with fucking Deku.
Still, there was just one thing he was sure of about Deku, one thing he’ll never admit to anyone – or even him, out loud: compared between the two, Deku was always the bigger person. He was kinder, gentler, better.
A part of him would forever be jealous of the fact that Deku had been there for her when he couldn’t. Deku had access to parts of (Name) he was barred from. Deku was protective of her. Deku had (Name).
And as for him? Well, he was probably good as a dead fuck to her.
The punch still stung.
Nothing hurts more than to realize that you never had a chance, to begin with.
From: (Name) Yuroichi
To: Bakugou Katsuki
I’m glad you’re safe.
A day after Kamino…
For once, the Bakugou household was at peace, a day after his kidnapping. The day before, there was screaming, yelling, crying from both parentals that probably had dried off for today. At least for the first few minutes of the day.
The doorbell rang, Katsuki called out to get it, desperate for a bit of distraction from the silence around him.
He opened the door then froze, breath hitching. Two breaths, actually.
Carmine met (e/c).
For once, indifference was not the expression set on her face that he was looking at, but a softened expression. So incredibly soft.
An image of a younger her suddenly came to mind, back to when they first met each other.
“Katsu- “stopping, her lips pinched together, a small frown setting in, not ready to say his name just yet.
Hurt flashed in his eyes, desperately taking her in.
When he was kidnapped, first of all, he was annoyed as fuck, but most of all, he was scared. The League of Villains had him by the neck, literally, immobilized him, just to lure out All Might. And the thing that kept him grounded was her, (Name). The memory of her soft expression after they’d washed the dishes, comforting silence between them, that burnt mark on her neck, her telling him to have fun at summer camp. Her text message.
Remembering her presence at his doorstep, his eyes caught hold of the item in her hand – ochugen gifts, he uncharacteristically gestured at it.
“U-Uh…”
“Y-Yeah…ochugen.”
“My mom’s not home, so…” his words came out lamely, weakly. So, unlike him.
But she was so lost in her head that she could only nod.
Gently, he reached for the box, their fingers brushing against each other lightly.
Something fluttered in his chest, wildly and tightly. Summer seemed to have come quickly as he was beginning to sweat, the smell of burnt sugar bleeding through.
“T-Then…”
“Hn,”
Head still hung low, he took it as her parting, something in his chest twisting painfully, and he slowly turned on his back.
(Before he headed back in, instincts – maybe, or her heart forced her to, she grabbed hold on the back of his shirt, stopping him, and pressed her head between his shoulder blades, taking in his scent.)
Bakugou didn’t move, feeling her shaking hands balling into fists, as though to ground herself.
“I…I know I said this already, but still, I want you to know,” her voice was shaky, but she continued to speak, taking a deep breath. “I’m so glad you’re safe.” The thing in his chest continued to flutter wildly, threatening to come out. “And I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
Silence followed, likening to a pregnant pause, there was more she wanted to say, but the fear of having your feelings get the best of you seemed off-setting in the given situation, so she settled for that.
Before another word was said, she hurriedly grabbed the Midoriya’s box and clumsily left, completely red in the face.
He watched her leave over his shoulder, she almost ran into the gate, fumbling with the box as she headed to the Midoriya’s.
Suddenly, he felt lighter. The punch no longer hurt, leaving a bruise in its wake. This was the beginning of progress with her, it was something. Proud as he is, Bakugou’s never one to admit his mistakes, but for her, he’ll try.
If anything, she was right about everything she thought about him. Especially the part that he was lame.
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