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akairawrites · 5 months

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Dear Diary, pt2 | Damian Wayne image

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Dear Diary,

Damian and I have been dating for a while now. Despite the time we've spent together, there's still a lot I don't know about him. He's not very open, especially about what he does outside of work. This leaves me with a nagging feeling that he might be hiding something.

When his phone rings, he often leaves to answer it, claiming it's work. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but the secrecy raises concerns. I find it hard to believe he's cheating, given his busy schedule, but the uncertainty lingers.

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"What are you writing?" Damian inquired. You looked up from the pages in your diary, noticing the towel wrapped around his waist. Another towel was in his hand, used to dry his hair. You hadn't realized he had come in.

You quickly shook your head and closed the book. "Nothing," you replied, placing the book on the nightstand. Rising from your spot on Damian's bed, you walked up to him, catching the fresh scent of soap. You reached up and planted a quick kiss on his lips before heading to the bathroom to freshen up before bed.

Damian observed as you left, and once you were out of sight, he took your place on the bed. His eyes focused on the book he had often seen you writing in. Despite knowing it was wrong, an intriguing impulse led him to pick up the book and slowly skim through the pages, eventually reaching the most recent and unfinished entry.

Reading the few lines, guilt immediately washed over Damian. He hadn't intended to be distant, but his responsibilities as Gotham's new Batman left him with no choice but to maintain secrecy. The idea of you suspecting him of cheating pained him deeply. Closing the book, he carefully returned it to its place.

Before you emerged from the bathroom, he swiftly pulled on his clothes. As you walked back into the room, he met your smile and joined you in climbing into bed, silently grappling with the weight of the secrets he carried.

He switched off the light beside him and pulled you loser to his chest a sigh left his lips as he did so.

“Whats wrong?”

He hesitated before speaking. "I'm sorry if I seem a little distant; I've just been busy with work." Pausing for a moment, he debated whether to reveal his secret identity. "And other things..."

You rolled over to face him you caught a glimpse of his green eyes in the darkness “Other things like what Damian?” you so desperately wanted him to open up to you and let you in.

Damian gazed at you, evident conflict in his expression, revealing a desire to share something. Another sigh escaped through his nose, and he closed his eyes briefly. When he reopened them, he gently reached up, caressing the back of your head with his hand.

Uncertain of how to broach the subject, he grappled with the idea. While he had contemplated telling you before, the realization that the moment had arrived sooner than expected weighed on him.

Without another thought Damian muttered the words “I’m Batman”

You felt a mix of surprise and disbelief wash over you as Damian revealed his alter ego. The pieces began to click together, connecting the dots of his mysterious behavior and late-night disappearances. Silence lingered for a moment before you responded, "Batman?" Your mind raced with questions. It definitely wasn’t what you expected him to say.

The room held a quiet understanding as you reached for his hand, a silent acknowledgment that your connection had transcended ordinary boundaries. You closed the gap in between the two of you. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he whispered, “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long.”

In that vulnerable moment, the barriers between you melted away. You embraced him, the shared secret deepening the bond between you. Together, you faced the challenges of Gotham, knowing that beneath the cape and cowl was a man you had come to love even more deeply.

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I really didn’t want him to say “I’m Batman.” Because of the memes :(

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netherfeildren · 9 months

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Someone's Wife in the Boat of Someone's Husband .Epilogue

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(Joel Miller x F!Reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+

A/N: Here we find ourselves again at the end of another story, and I just need to say a quick thing to you all who have been so incredibly kind and supportive and lovely to me throughout this. It has always been difficult for me to talk about myself and the things I feel, and a large part of why I began this writing thing was that I’ve felt for a while now that my life was stagnant and myself without growth or change, and I didn’t really know how to fix it, but I knew that I wanted to do something or say something, and writing fan fiction may seem like a frivolous sort of avenue to achieve those things, but what you all have given me, and the warmth and support you all have welcomed me with, cannot be compared to anything else I’ve experienced thus. Quite simply, you all have been so fucking nice to me, and you can’t know what it means to me or how grateful I am for it. So really that’s all I want to say which is a million times thank you, and I appreciate you all so much, and I hope I can continue to write for you for a long time to come.

Artwork is Cloud Nine by Amy Beager (2021)

Word Count: 1.3K

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.Epilogue

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.

Joan Didion, The White Album

I had a dream recently: we’re in my grandmother’s house, and I don’t know what it means, but we’re together. You’ll never be able to know my parents, and even though my grandmother passed years ago, you get to meet her here – she was always kind to me, here in this place where only I make the rules. She cooks us a meal, we say grace, and she tells you how happy she is that we've found each other. At night, tucked away into her guest bedroom together, you don’t fit in her little shower, head knocking against the spout because you’re too tall. Too big for this world. We huddle into the little double bed together in the dark afterwards, lace edged pillows scratchy and smelling faintly of moths and roses, and we laugh and press together tightly and whisper into each other’s ears.

I don't know what it means, but I know we’re together. My mother never told me to be what I wanted, but I did so anyway. I chose to live. Now I am here with you.

“I have something for you,” he says one late summer evening. The two of you are sitting on the back porch, watching Sarah run around with the new puppy he’d brought home for her earlier in the week. The air, warm and muggy, the sound of cicadas sounding like the symphony of summertime. It is a small, velvet lined black box, and when you open it, a spool of thread lies within.

Faithlessness is escaped like this: “The first time I got married, it was out of necessity, obligation, a wish for something good or right. It seemed like the right step, the right thing to do, but I think you and I– we know what we are to each other. We have always known – even when we could not yet say it. This is a conscious act, us loving one another, an act of will – out of desire or necessity, even, or perhaps – a necessity for each other – but still, we are an act of will together.”

He takes the spool then, and makes a loop of the thread around your ring finger – then ties a little knot around you. Now you are caught.

“I thought I always had to stick by my decisions until the end, but change is only natural, it’s the intent behind your decisions, I think, that’s what really counts. We’ve learned much about intent together, haven’t we? And you and I, we have always been us – from the very first moment. There was a thread that connected us.” And you cannot speak, for there are tears streaming down your face and flooding your throat, battling with your very heart that’s lodged there too, but you nod anyway.

He pulls his hand back and lets the spool unravel, when he uncurls his fingers a diamond ring slides down the thread and onto your waiting hand.

“You and I – we’re connected,” he says. “Every day we become more entwined. And I want us to stay like this for the rest of our lives. Every day more and more. Will you marry me?” And it is not so much a question, but a promise.

“Yes,” you tell him. Of course you will be his wife. “Of course, I will.” He kisses you.

You wake one lazy Sunday morning, months and months of happiness later, your head anchored over his heart. Warm and soft and surrounded by him, you open your eyes to take in the sight of your hand laying over his heart, the gleam of your engagement ring sparkling in the sun. You stretch your legs and listen to the creak in your knee, and when you shift to turn your face up to him, he’s already looking down at you.

“My love, it’s almost noon,” he murmurs, presses a kiss to your eyelid.

Your eyes are so heavy, your head drowsy, “‘M so sleepy, dunno why…” You burrow further back into his chest, yawning.

“No?” he nuzzles the crown of your head, hand creeping around to cup your breast and gently drag his thumb back and forth across your nipple

“I had a dream we had a baby,” you mumble, voice full of sleep.

“Did you?”

“Yeah,” you say through another yawn.

“Hmm…” He shifts up on his elbow over you, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, another over the curve of your ear. You roll into him, hiding your face under his jaw and breathing in his smell, sleep and musk and Joel. “What was it like?” he asks softly, dragging his hand down the length of your spine. “Tell me.”

“It was perfect. She was perfect.”

“She?”

You hum, “Little baby girl…”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then the tolling of the bell: “Your period’s three weeks late, sweet girl,” he whispers into your ear, shares the secret with you, nuzzles into the crook of your neck. His palm sweeps over your belly, and you freeze at his words, thinking back, trying to count days, finally snapping truly awake.

“What? Why– why didn’t you say anything?”

A deep sound hums in his chest as his hand sneaks over your hip to clutch a handful of your ass, and then to cup between your legs, pressing his growing erection into the apex of your thighs.“Thought you’d want to come to it on your own.” He kisses the tip of your breast over your soft, lace camisole.

You don’t cry anymore, or, well, at least not as often as you once did. A constant well of tears ready to spill over at any moment. No longer a weeper, in a long line of weepers. There’s just too much happiness for that now.

But you cry now, at this, you can’t help yourself. The feeling of this, the idea of the two of you coming together to make your own little person, a sibling for Sarah, it’s a call for happiness of the highest order, like nothing else that’s ever come before it. He holds you in his arms, kisses you deep and wet, and as he licks into your mouth, you feel his own tears slide along your cheeks, intertwine with your own.

He finds the two of you singing and dancing to Shania Twain in the family room, Sarah’s own special, revised version, one afternoon. Bumping hips, and then clutching hands to spin Sarah away from your body, and then twirl her back in, squeezing her tight in your arms, picking her up to spin around with her yourself as the two of you sing at each other.

His daughter catches him spying over your shoulder, “Daddy, come dance with us!” and you turn, gracing him with the sight of your gorgeous smile, as he comes over to wrap his arms around the two of you, relieving you of her weight. He anchors a hand to the small of your back to steady you, feeling the small swell of your belly press into his pelvis. Let me let you in on a secret, Shania sings.

“You wanna hear it?” you tease. How to treat a woman right.

“Don’t I know already?”

You sway in his arms and he brings his hand up to cup the back of your head, Sarah’s little palm is on his cheek, tugging at his beard, spin us, Daddy, spin us!

“Yeah, baby, you do. Like no one else.” He kisses you, and the three of you spin together, around and around. You’ll see love is gonna play its part.

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hazel2468 · 1 year

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Okay this is apparently a Magic theory blog now. But I just gotta...

I'm talking with the wifey. About the most recent side story, the Ravnica one. And I simply MUST present my theories about Jace, Vraska, and how Norn is a fucking IDIOT.

Spoilers for March of the Machines, but it's been out for a couple of days now so. If you haven't read it yet, tough tiddies.

Okay. My Theory.

Jace is playing Norn like a fiddle, and he saved Vraska.

Jace ALWAYS has a plan. Always. He doesn't leave things to chance- he's just like that. There's precedence for him preserving his mind in the face of some altering or possessing influence (see what happened with Emrakul, where he created a little mental "safe house" for himself. Also see what happened with Vraska- little mental "safe house" for her). Jace is NOT the kind of person who would go to fight the Phyrexians, knowing he might get Compleated, and not have a plan to preserve his mind. I think that, combined with the fact that he was fucking stabbed with a sword made of fucking HALO, makes a pretty good case for Jace being more himself than Norn would want him to be.

Not to mention the whole bit where he just. Dips before Norn gives him any orders. We see in the chapter that Norn is assuming that he already knows what she wants... But we have also seen that Elesh Norn's biggest weakness is her hubris. The way she is so assured of her own rightness has consistently been her undoing. It cost her Tamiyo, Ixahel is rebellious. Even Atraxa, Norn's own daughter, is not immune to individual thought and feeling (saw art and had an existential crisis there, didn't you, Atraxa?).

So if Jace is himself, if he isn't under Norn's control as much as he should be, or even at all. If Jace is still purely JACE. What do you think this oh-so-smart-but-still-so-stupid lovesick bisexual man is going to do?

The same thing he did before. Go after his fucking girlfriend.

The entire Ravnica story, from Vraska's perspective, demonstrates that some part of her is preserved. Her mind is safe from Norn's corruption (and I am specifically calling it that because I think the idea that phyresis and Phyrexians are inherently corrupting and evil is stupid, tired, and abelist as well). She persists in there and, when she "dies", she is preserved.

So when Jace showed up, at first? Yeah- I thought Vraska was dying, and she was just giving herself the closure she needed. Getting to spend just a little more time with her beloved, even if it wasn't real.

But then shit started jumping out at me. Vraska's mind was in a place that JACE created for her. Everything seemed too real. There was a moment when Vraska experienced their kiss from Jace's perspective- how could a memory in her head do that? The way that Jace reacted to things she said (asking to make it right, a do-over, another chance)....

And then Jace telling her "this part hurts", like he KNOWS. The explosion of white light instead of what I frankly would have expected from her death, a fading into peaceful darkness.

And all of this was purely wishful thinking-

And then her fucking body vanished. Ral fucked up the oil in her, and then her body was GONE.

So, current running theory in this house?

Vraska's mind, her self, was preserved in the mental safe house that Jace made for her. Something we've seen him do in the past for himself in the face of mind-altering forces. Then, Ral fucked up the Phyrexian oil and that really took Vraska apart. But when she went down, she ACTUALLY spoke to Jace. That vision of Jace in her head was the real Jace, communicating with her while he tried to save her. And as for the flash of white light, well, bare with me here...

Halo. Jace was stabbed with a sword made of Halo, and I think its power might have given him the edge he needed to win over Norn's influence. What if he simply did the same thing to her? "This part hurts"- because Jace KNOWS what it feels like for his Phyrexian body to be flooded with Halo.

I could be wrong. I really hope I'm right. Because if WotC gives us this, saves these two, then there is HOPE for Nissa because holy FUCK if they disrespect the fucking gays again with this one... Normally I would say I find it hard to believe that anyone can build up a relationship's significance like Chandra and Nissa's has and then fuck it up, but WotC has done it once.

#mtg #magic the gathering #mtg spoilers #magic the gathering spoilers #mtg theory #march of the machine #fucking LOVING THIS #also shoutout to Allison for giving us the HOTTEST fucking sex scene in Magic so far #and for CONFIRMING IN CANON that Jace not only fucks but he makes cute noises when he does #yes I am down BAD he's an adorable sexy bisexual transs mind mage idk what you want from me he is MY TYPE

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galacticwildfire · 18 days

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Early Mornings

Poe Dameron x Solo!oc

summary: poe dameron and hope solo have places to be, but the only place they want to be is in bed

tags/warnings: essentially a non-sexual situationship (they're disgustingly in love but in denial), cuddling, flirting, kissing that borders on smutty, references to sex and jealousy, some suggestive dialogue, a little angst and brief reference to trauma, but sickeningly sweet fluff overall

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is a scene I've written for my series fire meet gasoline on ao3 but it's been sitting in my notes app for too long to not share it as a stand alone one shot. also gif for obvious reasons.

The feeling of Poe's arms unconsciously tightening around my body's what stirs me awake in the early hours of the morning. While I can vaguely remember falling asleep listening to the steady beat of his heart it seems that sometime in the night we ended up with my back flush to his chest and our limbs tangled. Any space we'd left between us in the late hours of last night long gone.

My lips brush the arm he has tucked beneath my head as I look back over my shoulder, finding his head buried in the crook of my neck and still sound asleep. The feeling of him nuzzling into me's a now familiar sensation I let myself bathe in for as long as I can before forcing myself to remember that we have places to be.

The only downside to these mornings is the tragic fact that they have to end, especially when physically removing myself from him is a feat in itself. I may as well be struggling against a Wookie with the amount of strength it takes to pull myself from Poe Dameron's arms. Although I'd never want it any other way.

BB-8 beeps good morning and after returning it I glance at the time, reluctantly and very carefully untangling myself from Poe before he can wake up, a learned skill. Knowing the amount of sleepless nights we've both had in the past weeks I decide to take the first shower to let him sleep that little bit longer.

My spare flight suit’s folded in the drawer that had been empty until recently, along with the towel that’s made its way into Poe’s room along with other necessities. Despite having everything that I need when I sleep over I haven’t been able to give up the shirt he’d loaned me to sleep in, not that he seems to mind.

Finding my hairpins on his bathroom counter drives home how routine this arrangement’s become to the point that I don’t know how I slept any other way, how mere months ago I was out there in the Outer Rims alone and now… now I can’t imagine doing any of this without him.

He’s still asleep when I come out in my flight suit, finding him with the blanket bundled up in his arms in place of where I’d been. The sight has my heart clenching and BB-8 beeps quietly to ask if he should wake him up.

“I’ve got it,” I say, leaning down to rub his head as I make my way over to Poe, reluctant to wake him up but people are going to start asking questions if we’re both late to our third meeting this week. My mother would start asking questions, and this is something I wouldn’t quite know how to explain to her.

“Poe,” I hum as I sit down on the edge of his bed, running my fingers through his messed curls until he begins to stir. “Morning.”

He blinks in confusion when he can’t feel me beside him, but the tension leaves his face when his eyes find mine.

“Hey,” he smiles tiredly and murmurs “What are you doing all the way over there?”

“We’ve got a meeting.”

“We do?”

“Come on, Commander,” I say, brushing back the dark curls that fall across his forehead. “I thought it was your job to know these things.”

His eyes are warm as he leans into my touch. “I’ve been a little preoccupied.”

“That can easily be fixed-” I begin, slowly withdrawing my hand until he stops me.

“No, no,” he quickly says, and I’m smiling as he pulls my hand back and holds it to his cheek. His eyes fall shut as his lips brush my palm, his morning stubble a welcome feeling. “Don’t you dare.”

I can’t help but lean down to kiss his cheek, bumping his nose with mine as I insist “Come on or we’ll be late. I’ll grab our caf and see you there.”

“Hey, caf’s my job,” he protests as I reluctantly pull back but relents. “How late are we?”

“We’ve got about half an hour, so take a shower and I’ll meet you in the mess.”

“Yes, Captain,” he says, and rolls onto his back while still holding my hand in his, looking up at me with his brows drawn together as he questions “Since when are you up early?”

“Since I’m actually sleeping well,” I say and he gives me a tired smile that I’m helpless to adore.

“Me too, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” I say softly, knowing that hasn’t been the case for either of us these past weeks.

He nods and brings my hand back to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “I mean, I sure as hell don’t wanna get out of bed.”

I catch the glint of mischief in his eye the moment before he tugs me back into bed with him, somehow managing to roll me so I’m lying on my back in the small space and he’s hovering above me - not that I’m putting up much of a fight.

“Which is why I got out of it before you woke up,” I whine as he nestles his head in the crook of my neck and slips an arm back around my waist, intentionally pinning me to the bed with his bodyweight to keep me from moving. “Since someone likes to cling to me like a sloth.”

He lifts his head up with a proud smile. “A handsome sloth.”

“That’s true,” I agree, helpless to deny that as he bumps my nose. “But that face won’t help you when you’re late.”

“It’s helped me so far,” he dismisses, his stubble grazing my skin as he kisses my forehead. “Might not be enough to get me out of trouble but it’s enough to keep you here.”

My jaw drops a little at the audacity but I can’t argue considering he knows damn well it’s the truth as I shake my head at him. “That damn face - my one weakness.”

“It’s alright sweetheart, yours is mine as well,” he assures me as he peppers kisses across my face. “Those eyes… you know I can’t say no to you so-” I whine again as he pulls back and moves his body off mine, settling between me and the wall. “I’ll let you get going and I’ll meet you in the mess.”

He knows he has me where he wants me and I couldn’t care less as I tug him back by the fabric of his shirt and he certainly doesn’t make any effort to resist as he gathers me back up in his arms, settling over me with his elbow propping him up this time.

“No, you’re stuck with me now,” I decide and I’m holding his face as I pepper kisses from his cheek to the bridge of his nose, our bodies melding as our legs tangle together.

He kisses my jaw while he teases “Isn’t being clung to all night enough for you?” It’s then he turns his head to look at me and his lips incidentally brush mine, although it’s far from the first time.

Still, his breath hitches and my voice trembles slightly as I ask “What do you think?”

He searches my eyes, seeking whatever it is he’s looking for before our lips meet. Again, far from the first time. Another in a long series of kisses we’ve sworn wouldn’t happen again and yet we always end up here. The softness of his lips has me trying to recall every reason we’ve used for why this can’t happen.

The fact that we’re a disaster at the best of times.

That we both have the tendency to let our emotions cloud our judgement until it ends in screaming fights in the middle of the hangar.

The fact that he’s still my commanding officer and we’re on fragile enough footing with high command as it is, even if everyone knows we operate as partners.

That all it would take is one bad call in the field and we’re both dead.

The fact that he’s my best friend, my partner, the one damn person in this galaxy I trust whole heartedly.

Knowing that I’d lose my mind if anything ever happened to him.

If I lost him-

My back arches off the bed as his tongue slips into my mouth and he swallows the sound that comes from the back of my throat as the hand that was under me moves to squeeze my waist. He gasps softly as my fingers slip into his hair in return, gently tugging at his curls to pull him closer - needing him closer.

It’s when my legs hook around his hips that BB-8’s beeping reminds us that he’s still there and we both flush in embarrassment. R2’s been around long enough that he doesn’t linger past a certain time, even when Poe and I’s affection is innocent, but despite being a romantic sweet BB-8 isn’t prepared to see anything more than this.

And Poe and I certainly aren’t prepared to put on a show for him.

Still, I can’t help but burst out laughing when Poe murmurs in my ear “We have an audience.” He kisses my forehead again before clearing his throat. “Hey buddy, why don’t you go see what R2’s up to?”

He gives an offended beep, both at his dismissal and us forgetting his presence, before finding his way out and we share a look of mortified guilt. I’m trying to hold back embarrassed laughter while Poe’s head dips to my shoulder to kiss where my collarbone's exposed by the partially zipped flightsuit before he again slips into the bed beside me, holding me close with a caressing hand over my hip.

“I’m guessing you haven’t had to kick BB-8 out before?” I tread, knowing that I’m the only person Poe’s had sleeping over since he’s joined the Resistance, but I can’t help the pang of jealousy at the thought of him being with someone else like this.

“Like I’ve told you sweetheart, I’ve been living like a Jedi since before Leia recruited me,” he says, settling those thoughts with a kiss to my forehead. “I think he’s just mad I’ve been taking your attention away from him.”

“I still give him plenty of love,” I assure Poe and he tugs me closer, his lips lingering on my temple as I bury my face in his neck. “Five more minutes, then we’ll get up.”

“What happened to we’re gonna be late?” he teases and I just groan. “Hope…”

“I know, I know,” I pout, rolling back enough so that my face rests beside his on the pillow we’ve shared more often than not the past few weeks. “I just wanna stay here with you.”

I search his eyes, praying he hears what I really want to say. That I want it to be just you and me. No First Order. No protocol. Just us. Raw and mostly unfiltered.

He plays with my fingers, kissing each one individually before he meets my eye and I know that he does. “How about after the meeting I swap patrols with Karé so we can go out together?” he suggests. “It’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us and our x-wings.”

“Because command nearly has a nervous breakdown every time we go out there together,” I remind him, lacing our fingers together. “I believe the words ‘tie-fighter magnets’ were used.”

Neither of us can pretend we aren’t proud of that label.

“Well, it’s a good thing that the two best pilots in the galaxy can take them out then,” he says but I don’t miss the way his face falls when he remembers what happened the only time we couldn’t. Even now I can't shake the sound of the pure fear in his voice when he pulled me from the crash. He kisses my hand again and tries to push it from his mind but the memory lingers. “It’s you and me, and the patrols Leia’s got scheduled shouldn’t be dangerous.”

“Famous last words,” I say and he can’t argue with that considering command’s right when it comes to our track record. “But I’d like that. You and me.”

“Me too sweetheart,” he says, stretching as he lays back, both of us ignoring the fact that we’re definitely not making it to breakfast before the meeting. “But first I’ve gotta shower, get dressed-” he trails off, deciding to be a little shit as he grins “Unless you wanna join?”

I’m matching his grin with a playful slap to his chest. “Then we’d definitely be late.”

“I didn’t hear a no.”

He can see me blushing red and he still wears that same cocky smile that I’m more than tempted to kiss off his face. I don’t know how many times he and I have been on this ledge, teasing and tempted to go further, only to treat this with more caution than we’ve given to anything else in our lives.

“Are you trying to call my bluff? Because we both know how that ends.”

This is one thing, waking up together and sharing these kisses that we don’t acknowledge. This we can still fool ourselves into believing is the pinnacle of platonic love, a playful extension of the affection we share - an unconventional partnership.

Sex is another thing entirely.

When we’d first met and things got heated I wanted it, and I wanted it with him, but we both know that this partnership is too delicate to handle those emotions on top of all the others we can scarcely deal with on our best days.

“Oh I know,” he assures me. “Considering the last time I tried to call your bluff you took a shot at me.”

“You were the one who said I wouldn’t do it,” I remind him, blaming that one on a bout of temporary insanity on both our parts after a dogfight gone wrong. “What can I say? You drive me crazy.”

“I know,” he grins. “The good kind of crazy I hope.”

“Always,” I smile before correcting. “Well, most of the time.”

“Alright, we’d be lying if we didn’t say most,” he admits and we share a laugh knowing that everyone on base, even our own squadron, was at their wits end with us not that long ago but here… it’s just us and no one else.

Unfortunately that has to come to an end, but not before I press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Breakfast in fifteen.”

“Yes, Captain,” he smiles as I sit upright, but raises an eyebrow upon deciding to try his luck. “I can make it in ten if you give me another one.”

And so I do, only for us to end up right back where we started; in the bed with his hands on my waist and mine tangled in his hair. The gentle swipe of his tongue across my bottom lip has me planning to use the dwindling privileges that being the General's daughter brings to get away with being late by at least another half an hour, although Poe puts a stop to that as if he wasn’t the one who started this.

“Poe,” I whine when he pulls away, sitting up properly and leaving me with my head on his pillow. "Why do you do this?"

He still has the audacity to play around and take his sick enjoyment in riling me up. “We have meetings, remember?”

My eyes narrow at him. “Bastard.”

“What was that?”

“Bastard,” I repeat and he grins.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Come on beautiful,” he murmurs as he pulls me upright and I just laugh.

“Oh no, don’t ‘come on’ me when you’re the one that dragged me back into bed.”

He gives an unapologetic shrug but the warmth in his eyes makes up for it. “You missed the beautiful part.”

I shake my head and he kisses me again before I have to put my hands on his chest to keep enough distance between us that I can actually get out of the bed and away from it without him pulling me back into it.

“We’re gonna be so late and you still need to get ready,” I lecture, knowing I’ll be the one getting the blame for it considering he’s the favourite.

“Give me ten minutes to get ready and I’ll meet you in the mess,” he promises, extending a pinkie out to me but I’m not naive enough to get close enough for him to pull me back in. “Considering your track record Leia expects us to be about twenty minutes late anyways.”

I scrunch my face up at him but he only smiles.

“You’re really cute when you’re pretending to be mad at me.”

The smile I can’t force back only proves his point. “Shut up.”

“Make me,” he challenges, having woken up intent to test me but I'm not falling into his trap again.

“After the meeting,” I promise before heading out the door to find BB-8 waiting outside for us with R2. “Come on, you can keep me company while he drags himself out of bed.”

We're halfway to the mess when we come across Jess who's in a rush. "There you are, Threepio's been looking for you and Poe. Have you seen him?"

"Yeah he's just in the shower," I say as I continue on my way, only to freeze a little as she turns her head back incredulously.

"How do you know-"

"BB-8 told me," I quickly follow up and she blinks at me in disbelief before she shakes her head and keeps walking, but at this point Poe and I have accepted the fact that our squadron believes we're hiding some illicit affair from them.

Then again, it's always poor Jess who seems to catch us in compromising positions. Although as long as it's her and not my mother, or maker forbid Threepio, I can live in peace with that.

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Every Letter from the Hidden Strife Event

Below the cut are all the letters from the Hidden Strife event, in chronological (or close to) order. The full written text for each letter is included. Will contain some spoilers for the Genshin Impact comic but they are there only for context

Note: Due to writing out to letters, this post is very long! Warning for when you open the rest of the post.

The first letters follow Crepus' death - for those who have not read the comic, on the day of Diluc's 18th birthday, (or the subsequent day) while traveling with his father, Diluc and Crepus were attacked by Ursa the Drake. Crepus used his delusion to kill Ursa in order to protect Diluc, but the delusion backfired and killed Crepus as well. Eroch, the then investigator for the Knights of Favonius, ordered that the incident be covered up. That was when Diluc left the Knights. (Eroch also claimed credit for killing the Drake around this time) That same night Kaeya revealed his origins to Diluc which involved Diluc reacting violently and Kaeya getting hurt, recieving his vision in the process. The first letter is shortly after that, and is from Kaeya, and Diluc, still displeased, does not reply.

A Letter With Beautiful Handwriting (I) To D: A Storm is brewing within the Knights of Favonius. Varka's inner circle is preparing to investigate Eroch and his henchmen, and it's looking increasingly likely that Eroch is about to get unseated from that high horse of his. You might not be too pleased to see this letter of mine, but I mean to get this news to you as soon as possible. You don't have to reply.

The next letter is likely from about the same time, and is sent from Alice, Klee's mother.

A Tidily Written Letter To the heir of the Ragnvindr Clan, I apologize for sending this letter without notice. You may not remember me, but we've met a few times. We've met near the square, when I sat at the table adjacent to yours at the Good Hunter, and seen you in your tavern… You were always busy with a great many things, especially back when you were much chattier than you are now. You spoke cheerfully and often with you brother and friends then. It's probably no surprise that you did not notice me then. But I've always had my eye on you, child. I recall with crystal clarity how my little Klee once made a complete mess of your vineyard while she was trying to catch Crystalflies there… But you didn't get angry. In fact, you personally escorted Klee back and even gave her a few bottles of fresh grape juice. Now I think that might jog your memory, yes? Klee recently told me that she "hasn't seen that strange man with the red hair in aaages," so I decided to look into it out of curiousity. My deepest condolences regarding your father. In many of the stories I've been told, you are the model knight: proud, driven, a knight of noble character and lineage. But I know that you're gentler than you appear. If you weren't, you wouldn't have treated Klee the way you did. And since you helped my child out, I hope you won't mind if I treat you as if you were my own. Therefore, I sincerely hope that you will leave the dark place that you are presently in, and that you will not wallow in grief and remorse. Partings are the most painful things, but they also encourage us to grow. A bird that has lost the roof over its head will fly further than otehrs of its kind. Go out and see the world. That's the best course of action I can envision. Only by feeling, observing, and listening can your heart be healed. Parents all wish that they can accompany their children forever, and the skies, seas, and stars bear witness to that oath. Everything that was your father now finds new life with you. That which you will experience in this world may have been things that you father experienced once upon a time. I hope that the wind will bring you all manner of wondrous things in your journeys to come. In any case, keep your chin up, young child.

Diluc in return sends a reply to Alice, which can be found in Albedo's camp in Dragonspine.

Letter Addressed to Ms. Alice Dear Ms. Alice, I must admit that when I read the opening lines of this letter, I was not expecting it to have been written by you. It seems that I may have indeed failed to notice you despite your presence nearby. My apologies for that. Regarding Klee, I have heard that you are an extremely powerful witch, so I suspect that Klee would have been just fine sans my presence. Even so, you sent me this letter, for which I am thankful. As you have said, traveling is my best option at present. I will go out and experience all that the world has to offer, just as you have suggested. My father's will shall find continuation through me. Klee is welcome to stay at Dawn Winery as a guest during my absence. Adelinde will prepare sufficient snacks and grape juice for such occasions. And if you don't mind, you are also welcome to drop by. I hope that you and Klee stay in good health.

At this point Kaeya finds out about Diluc's plan to leave Mondstadt, and is the first to send him a letter regarding it.

A Letter in Beautiful Handwriting (II) To D: Even I was a little surprised to hear that you'd decided to leave on a trip. Jean wanted to write and try and dissuade you, but I advised her against it. As for Varka, I don't think he knows that about this. Otherwise, he'd have probably sat you down for a talk. If you'd like to leave, do it now. The less the people know, the less the goodbyes you'll have to say. Leave at night, too, so things won't be too saddening. Take care.

Diluc has started his travels around Teyvat at this point, when Grand Master Varka finds out and sends him a letter.

A Letter With Rough Handwriting Diluc, Jean wrote to me lately with shocking news. If I don't miss my guess, she wrote to you too. Her sentiments are those of the Knights as a whole. Crepus was a good man, and I thought very well of him. It grieves me greatly to know that he met with such a fate. As for your defeat of the drake, the honors for that accomplisment should go to your father. I do not accept Eroch's theft of the credit for that deed, which was bought with your father's sacrifice. Stolen credit will not be accepted within the Knights of Favonius under any circumstances. I will not permit it. I have already given Jean the authority to punish Eroch with all necessary severity. The Knights will inform you of the results. I've heard that you've been taking some time off outdoors and may not be easy to reach, so there is no guarantee that my letter will reach you. As such, I'll stop here for now. If it does reach you, then I wish you good health and safety in your travels. Contact us if you need anything. I hope that falcon of yours will help put this letter in your hands. I mean, I don't write in person very often, you know? These may seem like pointless words to you right now, but remember: even the greatest of disasters must come to an end. Mondstadt waits for your return, and if you're willing, the Knights will always welcome you. (If you're not, forget I said anything, yeah?)

Kaeya also sends Diluc a letter, echoing Varka's message about Jean taking care of Eroch.

A Letter in Beautiful Handwriting (III) To D: Some slightly bad news. Eroch won't be quite so difficult to bring down after all. The Grand Master's order to investigate has certainly dealt him a major blow, but I wouldn't call the problem "pulled up by the roots" yet. The matter's been haned over to Jean's jurisdiction. She'll take care of this, I believe. Eroch is an obstacle in her path, in any case. Just sit tight and wait for the good news.

A Dawn Winery staff member then sends a letter to Diluc. It was likely Elzer due to his authoritive status amongst the staff, but there is no confirmation there.

A Letter With Clear Handwriting Master, Master Kaeya took leave and stayed at Dawn Winery for a few days. In a rare turn of events, he decided to stay in his original bedroom. He would pace around the grounds when idle, and even asked Adelinde to make him his favorite dishes. Ah, it really does take me back. I shall be honest with you, butu I was quite surprised to hear Master Kaeya say that he wanted to stay for a few days. We did not refuse him, however. We believe that even if you were here, you would not refuse him outright. Dawn Winery has always been a more quiet location, perhaps because all who stay here are rather peacable people. The house is made by those who live in it, and Master Kaeya's uncommon arrival did end up livening the place up significantly. I hope that you are doing well in your travels abroad. Everyone here at the winery misses you. May you remain safe and in good health.

Diluc sends a reply to Varka next. (This can be found in Jean's office in the Knights of Favonius Headquarters)

A Letter Addressed to Grand Master Varka Dear Master Varka, You have my utmost thanks for your condolences and concern. My father would be pleased to have heard your compliments. I doubt that anything would have pleased himm more than to have the acknowledgement of the Knight of Boreas. I am presently traveling, andby a stroke of fortune, your letter has indeed reached me safely. If nothing goes awry, I believe that I will not be joining the Knights of Favonius. However, I will not forget my previous experiences. I will commit everything the Knights taught me to heart. May this find you in good health.

Around this time, Kaeya sends Diluc another letter.

A Letter Beautiful Handwriting (IV) To D: Recently, a group of businessmen returned to Mondstadt. Word is that the reason for their return is a downturn in business. According to my observations, their employees are regulars at Angel's Share. These people can also be found out in the more dangerous parts of the wilds around the city. Now, a few of them were a little careless and even dropped some pages of their notes on the ground. I took the liberty of returning these sheets to the Angel's Share. You know, out of the goodness of my heart. I think they might have something to do with you, seeing as how they were there. I also noticed that their notes were written in code. Information brokers, perhaps? Or some kind of secret organization? Whatever the case, it took quite a lot of effort to see those blurred words with only one eye, you know? Don't worry, I'll keep this a secret.

Diluc replies to Kaeya for the first time we see. (This letter is found in a secret storage compartment on the roof of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. The images containing Diluc's letters to Kaeya are compiled in one with the compartment details and will be at the end of this post, but the letter will be typed out below here)

Letter Addressed to "K" (I) To K: Message recieved. Thank you. Also, I suggest that you stop mentioning eyes in your letters. Don't think that I don't know that your right eye wasn't blinded.

Kaeya sends another reply.

A Letter to Beautiful Handwriting (V) To D: I didn't try to hide it from you on purpose, you know. But I suppose you found out all the same, huh? I mean, not everyone who wears an eyepatch must be blind, right? Don't people also wear an eyepatch if they have a scar over their right eye? The long-awaited news is finally here. Now I'm going to bring a glass of wine when I go to watch Eroch pack his things and leave on his last day (good riddance, by the way). That should be fun, eh? I know you're not the type to do that sort of thing, but I am, so allow me.

Diluc then returns to Mondstadt and recieves a letter from Jean.

A Letter With Elegant Handwriting Dear Diluc, Welcome back to Mondstadt, Sir. It has been some time since the incdient. We discovered that Eroch had betrayed us, and he has been punished severely. I hope this news will put your mind at ease. In other news, out people have discovered that the Abyss Order has stepped up its activities between Wolvendom and Stone Gate lately. Also - a mysterious individual that people are calling the "Darknight Hero" has suddenly started showing uup out of nowhere all around Mondstadt city. He typically acts in the dead of night, and his intentions are currently unclear. Please stay safe, and notify the Knights as soon as possible should you see anything suspicious. We will send support immediately. Whether you are presently in our ranks or not, all faithful knights will remember your contributions to the Knights of Favonius. May you remain in good health.

Kaeya sends another letter to Diluc.

A Letter in Beautiful Handwriting (VI) To D: Oh my! No sooner did you get back than a mysterious character started popping up. I hear he's called the Darknight Hero. He has repeatedly fought off Treasure Hoarders and monsters in the Mondstadt area - and he's even attacked Abyss Order strongholds. So far, it seems like he is on Mondstadt's side, but the Knights of Favonius could never permit the existence of a vigilante. I get the deeling that the two of you would get along nicely. Why don't you find the oppurtunity to get to know him and give him some sage advice? You know, just so he doesn't get caught by the Knights?

Diluc replies to Jean's letter.

Letter Addressed to the Acting Grand Master Dear Jean, Thank you for your concern, Acting Grand Master. It is as you say. That incident should no longer weigh heavily on my mind. Punishing Eroch for his malfeasance was the righ way to correct the Knights of Favonius's past mistakes. This is an immportant step indeed for the Knights. As for my own personal safety, you need not concern yourseld too much. The Knights of Favonius should focus their efforts where it counts by looking after those who need it most. May you also remain in good health.

Kaeya sends Diluc a letter as the Knights further their investigation into the Darknight Hero.

A Letter in Beautiful Handwriting (VII) To D: Per standard procedure, the Knights of Favonius needs to take a statement from all relevant parties. Recently, the Knights of Favonius have recieved reports from a number of eye-witnesses claiming to have seen the Darknight Hero in the vicinity of the Dawn Winery. The Grand Master has assigned the Cavalry Company to this mission. As such, I will be paying you a visit in three days. He seems to think that our relationship can be improved if we are forced to talk in person. Don't worry, though. My lips are sealed. This will be nothing more than a formality. Anyways, three days' notice should be enough for you, I presume?

A Letter in Beautiful Handwriting (VIII) To D: The appearance of the Darknight Hero has indeed bought the Knights of Favonius some valuable time during the Abyss Order's last attack. This helped Jean convince the Knights of Favonius to stop focusing on trying to stop him. This will decrease the limits on the Darknight Hero's actions, but this doesn't mean that his situation will necessarily improve. Objects with too honed an edge tend to be damaged more easily. You, I'm sure, are aware of the great dangers that come with acting alone. That said, I would advise against such a course of action.

A Letter in Beautiful Handwriting (IX) To D: I heard that the Dawn Winery did not suffer any damage. Likewise, the Knights of Favonius only sustained minor injuries, and will recover quickly. However, an employee of a local merchant has gone missing, and their last known location just so happens to align with the Abyss Order's are of activity. The Knights have dispatched people to go to the rescue. Do be aware that the Abyss Order has become more dangerous as of late, even going so far as to organize multi-pronged offesives. Perhaps the Darknight Hero and the Knights of Favonius should team up. That might guarantee that things will go off without a hitch, hmm?

After the investigation is somewhat concluded, Diluc sends another reply to Kaeya.

Letter Addressed to "K" (II) To K: Thanks for the letter. Cooperating with the Knights has objective pros and cons, like two sides of a coin. I'm sure you understand that better than I do. No need to worry about my safety. Self-preservation is easy. Striving towards my goal is hard. Take better care of yourself instead.

Going to the Coast where the ley line is located, you can find some notes at the tent. These are from Diluc's informant who suggests he reach out to Albedo. (The informant is possibly Vile [or associated with her], who gets defensive if you talk to her behing the Angel's Share during the Hidden Strife event)

The First Note It's been years since the ley lines last released such highly aggressive monsters during an anomaly. The Darknight Hero's timing was perfect. The way he lured the monsters a few time into the open to defeat them one by one… quite the strategy. And then he pretended to be seriously injured, luring out the Abyss Order's main forces and then meeting them head on. A truly magnificent counterattack. Still, this plan involved too many uncertainties. The Darknight Hero himseld even said that he can't afford to take risks like this every time. Getting to the root of the problem and preventing these types of ley line disorders from happening is the safest approach.

The Second Note Ley lines hold many secrets. We ordinary people do not need to concern ourselves with the way they work. But since the Darknight Hero will be fighting Against the Abyss Order for the long term, it is in our best interests to gain a deeper understanding of them. I heard that the caption of the Knights of Favonius Investigation Team is a highly accomplished academic, but unlike Lisa, he is not especially close with the Acting Grand Master. We should be able to learn a few things from him without the Knights of Favonius finding out. Perhaps the Darknight Hero could ask him for input on the technical issues regarding the ley lines. I will deliver the letter to his camp on the mountain.

Albedo reaches out and sends a letter to Diluc.

A Neatly Written Letter Dear Mr. Diluc, It is my pleasure to investigate the ley lines alongside you. As you know, my focus is on alchemy, so my knowledge of the ley lines remains quite shalloe, and I fear that I will only be able to share what little understand I have. According to many pre-existing documents, the ley lines can be seen as a medium for storing informamtion. Under certain circumstances, they can record activities that occur in the area around the. All this information goes through a recording and storage prcoess. After a certain period of time, they may be released once again by the ley lines. If I may be so bold as to make a guess, there should be a method to activate the ley lines. Those who grasp such methods can control the times at which ley line information is recorded and released. Judging from the runic symbols and some other clues, I surmise that there are particular members of the Abyss Order who may have a very small chance of being able to achieve this. If you believe that this requires further investigation, these entities may serve as your point of entry. I wrote a paper a few years ago in which I covered my brief foray into questioins concerning the flow of ley lines and other such topics. You will find a copy of this paper enclosed. I hope that it can help to clear up some of your doubts.

Diluc replies to Albedo next. (This letter is found at Albedo's camp in Dragonspine, near the letter to Alice)

Letter Addressed to Mr. Albedo Dear Albedo, Thank you for the detailed explanation. I have read your paper and found it both enriching and easy to understand. It is rare a and well-written document indeed. I have written the relevant information down in hopes that it will be put to good use in the future. Guarding against danger is a very important skill. I will continue to keep watching over the Abyss Order, and use force against them where necessary.

We are now brought to the last day of the event, when we get a letter from one of Diluc's informants that led to us reading the other letters.

A New Letter Dear Darknight Hero, the Knights of Favonius have stepped up the guard details throughout Mondstadt without making any major movements. The Abyss Order will not have noticed. I am scouting around Dragonspine. The monsters here are scattered and seperated. Clearly, they haven't been assembled by the Abyss Order. There are no signs of enemy activity in the south of Mondstadt either. If you can confirm that the other locations are also free of monsters, we will be able to conclude that the Abyss Order has nothing to do with the recent ley line disorders.

While caught up with the letters, there is a little bit I couldn't appropriately fit into the timeline. It is in a secret compartment belonging to Kaeya, which was where Diluc's letters to him were located. Here is the descriptions and other contents of the compartment.

Mysterious Box in a Secret Comparment The objects in the box are all pretty old. One particular sheet of paper stands out. A piece of it has been burned away, and the remaining parts show signs of hacing been rescued from that same flame. Every line on this sheet of paper has a matching one right under it. From the handwriting, it looks liike a child wrote on this first before an adult stepped in, held their hand, and taught them how to do it a second time. The writing are as follows: "Remember always that it was the Alberich Clan, who did not have royal blood, who stepped in as regents when the strength of the one-eyed king Irmin failed" "Though we could not restore Khaenri'ah to life, we of the Alberich Clan should leave lives as those who blaze like fire, rather than those who wallow in the embers." If you flip the paper over, there are other words there. You reckon these must be annotations of some sort. "I saved this one memento from the fire 'Father' made while he wasn't paying attention. This was in violation of our principles. Our clan's affairs should never be recorded. For me, this sheet of paper cannot serve as any form of identification, and will not give me pasage anywhere. Now that I look at it, his handwriting was as grieving as a smoking ash pile. There is no way that I can write something like that, living in Mondstadt as I am." Moving the paper aside, you can see a cloth bag underneath it that conatins an eyepatch of significant age. A sticker is attached to the side, and the text on it reads: "Hah! to think that all that play-acting as a one-eyed pirate would eventually end with one actual wounded eye. I have never blamed Diluc for that. I suppose I must have been asking for it, telling him the truth the day my adoptive father died without expecting conflict to emerge somehow. He seems to believe that I really was blinded, though that's not the case. Well, I've fooled him for a while, haven't I? Might as well keep going." Two letters lie beneath the bag, all of which have "D" as their sender. The letters are in great condition, and there is a time written on the back. This is most likely the time these letters were received. You can tell that the words have been written in a strong but elegant hand. [See "Letter Addressed to 'K' (I)" and "Letter Addressed ti 'K' (II)] A small paper bag lies next to these two letters. It contains nothing but a few seashells. They have lost most of their luster. It is unclear how much time has passed since they were picked up.

Note: The seashells are mentioned in the Echoing Tales event from the 1.6 version of the game. In the event, Kaeya asks if Diluc wants to collect seashells like they used to when they were kids, to which Diluc is surprised Kaeya remembers that.

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Sins & Amends Chapter 60

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: So maybe one more wedding? And one or two? more BIG surprises

Frank ended up proposing to Karen the weekend after you and Billy got married.

You had just put Adi down so you grabbed the monitor and headed outside where Billy and Frank were building a fire. When you stepped outside Karen held out a glass of wine that you took with a smile. "So how's it feel to be married?" She asked while the two of you watched them successfully get a fire going. They waved you two over so you smiled and replied "Not much different. Now I just finally share a last name with him and Adi"

Billy sat down in one of the lounge chairs that was around the fire pit but bent his legs at the knee so you took the invitation to climb between them and curl up against his chest while you sipped your wine.

He smiled down at you "Adi asleep?" You nodded "She fought it but finally gave up when I promised her daddy and uncle Frank will take her on a hike tomorrow" he laughed then said "Hear that Frankie? We're on hike duty tomorrow"

Frank shrugged "Fine by me" Karen was curled up against Frank the same way you were curled up against Billy. It was peaceful, the four of you just watching the fire and talking. After about an hour Frank touched Karen's shoulder "I gotta grab something sweetheart" she leaned up to let him off the chair and you watched him curiously then a thought occurred to you.

You glanced back at Billy then cut your eyes at Karen trying to ask if what you thought was about to happen was actually about to happen. He nodded slightly so you smiled and laid your head back against his chest as you dug your phone out your pocket to be able to snap a few photos.

Karen was chatting away about her most recent article when Frank came walking back out. He sat down on the edge of the fire pit, away from the flame so Karen leaned up to be closer to him. "Frank, is something wrong?" He shook his head then glanced at you and Billy before looking back at Karen. "Karen we've been together a while now" she nodded and smiled softly "Yeah, why?"

You knew Frank had trouble actually being vocal about his emotions and started to get up so you and Billy could give them some privacy but he shook his head so you sat back down. He took a breath then continued "When I met you, I was messed up. I'm not gonna lie, but you...you helped me. You pulled me out that dark and between you and Y/N… you two kept me going...kept me alive….I never meant to fall in love with you and when I did a part of me felt like I was betraying Maria somehow until Y/N knocked some sense into me...Karen I'm trying to ask if you want to marry me"

You had your phone up when he pulled out the ring box and Billy nearly flipped both of you to grab Frank and Karen before Karen accidently almost knocked them both into the fire she dove into Frank's arms so fast "YES!"

All of you ended up in a pile on the dirt by the fire pit laughing your asses off. You leaned up from your place halfway under Billy and laughed "Frank! My proposal was while he was bleeding out, your proposal nearly ended in third degree burns" he shrugged "let's call it a tie" you pulled Karen into a hug ignoring the fact that both of you were covered in dirt "I love you Page or well should I say Castle?" She grinned then glanced back at Frank "Either one as long as I'm with Frank I'm happy"

A few months later you were standing in the same venue that you and Billy had gotten married in, watching as Karen had a mental breakdown. "Y/N I'm late" "like late as in you need a pad or tampon or late as in I should get Alice to do a pharmacy run?" "Like the last one?" She admitted in a near whisper. You took a breath and said "Ok. It's fine. This is fine. I'll step out and find Alice. She'll run down the block we'll know before the ceremony"

"What if I am and Frank doesn't want it?" She asked and you froze then walked over to where she was sitting and squatted down in front of her "Kare, look at me" she met your eyes so you wiped the tears off her face "He loves you and he is an amazing father. If you're pregnant he may freak at first but he'll want the baby. Trust me" she smiled and hugged you "I love you Y/N" you patted her back and said "Love you too" before walking out to go find Alice.

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You were walking down the hall when a thought occurred to you. What was the date again? You pulled out your phone and scrolled back through the calender. No. It couldn't be. You had to have counted wrong. You recounted then cursed under your breath. Fuck. How had you gotten so distracted by planning that you missed the fact that you were late too? Billy and Frank had joked time and again about you and Karen synching up and now it appeared the two of you may have synched up on more than periods.

You found Alice and quickly explained what was going on so she left in almost a run to go to the pharmacy. You walked back into the bridesmaid room and sat down next to Karen in silence then after a moment you said "I'm late too" right before Sarah knocked on the door and Adi came running in.

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You stood there staring at both of the little plastic tests. Both of the positive tests. "Fuck" "You can say that again" Karen spoke over your shoulder. You took a deep breath then said "It's fine. I can handle this. Billy will be thrilled. We already have Adi and she's been asking for a little brother or sister anyways" you looked back to see Karen was a little green and felt bad for being so calm. You pulled her into a hug and said "I'll go talk to Frank. We have a hour and half before the ceremony. Ok?"

She nodded "ok" you kissed her cheek then headed out the bathroom and then out the bridesmaids room.

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You were walking down the hallway and Alice grabbed your arm. She glanced down at your stomach "So am I gonna be an aunt again?" Then looked back towards the bridesmaids room and added "Times two?" You barely nodded "Don't tell anyone! I'm going to talk to Billy and Frank now" she grinned and pulled you into a hug "Congrats mama! And tell Karen too. I'm gonna go chase down Kenz and Adi. They're doing an impromptu photoshoot with Adi's new flower girl dress. Should I bring her to you and Billy?"

You shook your head "We'll tell her later so she doesn't blurt during the ceremony" she laughed "Good point" then walked off. You watched her for a second then went in search of Billy.

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You stood outside the groomsmen room and took a few deep breaths before knocking. Curtis opened the door and smiled when he saw you "Hey Y/N" then his smile dropped slightly "are you ok?" You quickly nodded "Yeah I just need to talk to those two" he pointed towards the door "Do I need to leave?" You shook your head "Only if you want to" he shrugged then sat down.

Billy walked across the floor to meet you. He looked over your pale blue bridemaid dress and smiled "Y/N you look gorgeous" "Thank you but I um need to tell you something" he looked between you and Curtis before saying "Ok baby. Is something wrong?" Frank walked around the corner at that "Y/N are you ok?"

You nodded to Frank and smiled at him then glanced back at Curtis "God you three look so handsome in your suits" "Thanks Y/N but spill it. You look like you may puke" you had always appreciated Frank's bluntness so you chose to borrow it at the moment "Billy, um we're gonna have another baby" a smile split his face as he pulled you into his arms "You're pregnant?"

You nodded and laughed as he spun you around then quickly sat you down apologizing. "Adi is gonna be a big sister! I get to be here!" You smiled at the enthusiasm he already had. "I figured you'd be happy" "Happy? Baby I've never dreamed of being this happy. We need to go tell Adi" you grabbed his hand before he could head to the door "Hold on"

Your eyes were on Frank when you said "Actually Billy you um wanna go find Adi? Curtis can go with you. I need to talk to Frank" "Ok baby" he replied leaving another kiss on your cheek before walking out with Curtis.

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Once the two of you were alone you ran a hand across the back of your neck a few times before finally saying "Frank um Karen is pregnant too and she's freaking out you aren't going to want the baby" he stood motionless for a few seconds so you waved a hand in front of his eyes a few times. He slowly blinked "Karen's pregnant?" You nodded. "Are you mad?" "Mad? Hell no. I mean I'm scared not gonna lie but mad because the woman I love is pregnant? Hell no"

You let out a breath "Good. Come with me and talk to her. She's not dressed yet so no bad luck" he pulled you into a hug then laid a hand on your stomach "So I'm gonna be a dad again and a uncle again close together huh?" You laughed "Looks that way"

Exactly eight months nearly to the day after Frank and Karen's wedding you and Karen were both in the hospital giving birth. Adi was staying with Sarah and David. Billy and Frank were nearly comical with how they were handling both of you being in labor.

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Your rooms were side by side so they popped back and forth. When it came time to push though they both got serious. Billy was behind you in the bed supporting you every step of the way. He was whispering in your ear how much he loved you and Adi, how amazing you were and how much he couldn't wait to meet your son.

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When your baby boy cried the first time you saw tears in Billy's eyes. When the nurse started to hand him to you, you nodded towards Billy "Let his daddy hold him first" you were exhausted anyways. She handed him to Billy with a smile "So daddy you and mommy got him a name?" Billy glanced back at you and god that smile he had "Connor Lucas Russo" she smiled "I'll write it down. Congrats"

Once the nurses and doctor cleared out Billy sat on the side of the bed with Connor in his arms. "He's amazing Y/N. You're amazing. I'm so sorry I wasn't here for this with Adi. This, seeing him come into the world. How hard you worked to give birth to our son. That was unlike anything I've ever experienced"

You leaned up to kiss Connor's forehead then Billy's cheek "I wish you could've been here with Adi too baby but she doesn't hold it against you. She knows you love her just like he will. Just wait until he gets old enough they start teaming up against us. Add in Frank and Karen's little girl and we're all gonna be screwed" he laughed then leaned over to catch your lips in a lingering kiss "have I mentioned in the last few minutes how much I love you?" You grinned "No you haven't. I'm feeling unloved" he shook his head and teased "I'm horrible"

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A few hours later Karen and Frank came over to your room with their babygirl. They decided to name her Cassandra Elise Castle. She already looked like a cookie cutter copy of Karen.

You watched with a smile as Frank and Billy stood side by side each holding the other's newborn and felt tears sliding down your face. "Come here honey" Karen said, pulling you over on her shoulder since she was sitting on the bed with you. Billy glanced over "You ok sweetheart?" You nodded with a smile "Never been better" you never would've dreamed after everything you'd been through in your life that it would've led to being this happy with the man you love and the family that refused to give up on each other.

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year

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29 and 38 | Silco x Reader

:3c

Oh, you're evil. I love you

You didn't have time for this.

You knew that, and a part of you had always known. There wasn't nearly enough time for this, for anything.

There had never, ever been enough time, and it's proven, by how quickly the ashes dissipated into the waves: forgotten, and swallowed up by the sea.

So, impossibly, horrfiyingly quickly.

Dully, you blink slowly as the current does-away with what remains -- they say death is so permanent, but a mere-blink, and all existence of it is already gone.

You give another slow blink, before you turn to him. In the same instant, sea-green eyes find yours and you immediately lose kinship with thought, with air-

Silco's eyes are as turbulent as the crashing-waves of the River Pilt before you both, dark grey-blues that bleed into the vibrancy of the sea. Fascination doesn't even scratch the surface of explaining what you feel when you normally look into that ever-thinking gaze... but right now, when you look into those bright hues, fascination is not what you feel.

You feel afraid.

Strangling you, choking you, there is a sudden, desperate jolt of fear that courses in your veins as you stare back at him, gazing into eyes so fierce and alive...

And knowing, from recent experience, just how quickly eyes like that can grow dull and dead-

"Marry me."

You don't have time.

You never, ever have enough time.

And you don't dare want to waste another second.

Considering how he only takes a single moment to consider, it's clear Silco has no-intentions of wasting time with you, either.

"Okay. When?"

"Now."

"Now?"

He's moreso curious, rather than shocked or indignant, perhaps even outraged at the demand. Maybe he should be... you are, of course, asking him to wed you at a funeral of friends.

But maybe that's the best place to wed. In the sight of what remains of friends, dead and gone.

Or maybe you've at last lost your sanity, it really feels like a toss-up. "You can say no," You inform him, shrugging a bit limply, letting out a small chuckle that is far from mirthful. "Yes, no... it makes no difference."

"It makes no difference whether or not we get married?"

Again, the Son of Zaun is only curious about the entire situation at-present. Keen for answers, but not seeking judgement or admonishment for your... less-than ideal timing, and lack of ring.

Turning away from the bright green, unjudging and daresay gentle glint of his gaze, your own travels to gaze back down into the waters below.

The waves are already clear.

It's sickening, how clean the water is already.

Fingertips touch your chin, and feeling strangely weightless as Silco tips your head back over, from the waves, to him. His eyes flick over your expression, the perpetual flat-line of his lips curling downwards at the edges and brows furrowing.

"I would prefer not to have a crying bride at my wedding," He says, but it's not meant to be insulting.

Regardless, your eyes still roll and your hand raises to tap-away his fingers. "I'm not crying-"

"But you're grieving." He insists.

You scoff, and it's ragged. "I wonder why-"

"We've faced death before. Personally and at a distance - It's an ever-present constant of Zaun, that you and I have both faced many, many times over," Silco pauses. Takes a small, tiny breath, that cracks at the calm expression on his face while his hand trails down, to grip at your own just a bit too tightly as his eyes darken. "It's... not easy."

Understatement. Zaunites are tough, but tragically, forever human at their core.

"But," He continues, squeezing your fingers until they twitch, and he returns to himself. From murky depths, the bright shine of his green-eyes returns when they mean your own gaze. "Typically... marriage-proposals don't erupt from such finality. So I feel the need to ask, why?"

A pause, where there's only the crashing waves and a distant rumble far overhead to speak in your stead.

You find your voice after a minute longer, when that grip on your hand starts to lessen and pull-away. "I love you."

"And I love you," He says, easily. "But why?"

He's not asking why you love him, because that's obvious enough.

You never have had the security of a promised-future, but your past has been long-since entwined with his. Death may be an ever-present constant for Zaun, but Silco has been your ever-present constant.

From the lowest-streets of the Sumps, to the highest-rooftops of the Fringes. From children of trash, to the Children of Zaun... You've done it all-together.

Again, you don't have the time. The unguaranteed of tomorrow, the nonexisting-promise of the future... that's been proven, many, many times over, and there's ashes already forgotten in the river, to help keep the reminder fresh.

"I can't lose you too," You admit in a whisper. Staying still, no longer dismissive or defiant when his hand comes up once-more to hold your chin, so he may continue to hold your gaze. "Why? Because I can't. I just... I can't, Silco."

"You will. One day."

It's a fact, and it's spoken as such. Silco is the kind that will go down thrashing, clawing, roaring and taking down as many with him when his heart-stops, and such a fact is one you have known for the entire time you have been in his life.

Still, you scoff and glare at him for saying it aloud, so flippantly. "You think I'll just sit by the sidelines? Think I won't go down fighting beside you, before I have to lose you?"

The fingers on your chin squeeze, and you become away of how chilly the air is, when compared to how warm his breath is on your face, and how his eyes blaze at your implication. "And you think I won't fight death-itself to prevent losing you?"

Another rumble from the stormclouds overhead.

The next time you speak, the sky has cracked open, and the fall of rain joins the spray of the sea that is steadily drenching you both.

"We'll lose one-another eventually. It's hardly a contest."

"It's an inevitably," Silco agrees, but it's clear he's not exactly thrilled at the prospect. He'll likely drag Piltover to hell with him, when the time comes... but it's not difficult to imagine he is a man willing to take the entire rest of the world down, should you fall-first.

It shouldn't be an endearing as it is. It shouldn't make you feel breathless as you are, and yet-

"Then if I have to lose you, let me have you first." You whisper in a hoarse tone, somehow still audible for him to hear... though it's equally unsurprisingly. He's so close, you might as well be sharing the same breaths of air. "Let me have you, have me, for as long as we got."

"I thought you said it made no difference, if we got married."

"It'll make no difference to the ashes." They won't care whether or not you wore rings on your hands, one of which turns to grasp onto his. "It would mean everything to me. You... you, mean everything to me."

Sappy as a trashy-romance, but one can afford to be sentimental at a funeral.

And a wedding, if the equal-squeezing of fingers around your own is any indication of Silco's choice.

You lean forward - now truly taking-in every inhale he exhales - to rest your forehead to his, the dark, dripping tendrils of his long dark hair acting as a bit of a curtain as he tips his face down, his lips brushing agaisny your own when you move them minutely.

"Silco, marry me."

"Okay. When?"

Your eyes close, and there's the beginnings of a smile.

There was some old netting up ahead, strong and sturdy despite age and disuse. No one would notice a few inches of twine hacked away, until the tied-loops could be replaced by true bands.

No one would notice two rebels, alone in the rain, with only the waves and ashes to hear the whispered promises, eternal vows Silco and you would speak.

Somewhat of a morbid ceremony. Not many brides would prefer it.

But you only smile at the mental image, that would soon be reality.

"Now?" There's too little time left to wait any longer than that. And you love him, by many, many facts, but also by the fact that he seems to agree.

"Now."

#holy shit I finished something??#i WROTE something?#this was sweaty's fault #and y'all better thank her for it #THANK YOU SWEATY #silco #arcane #arcane silco #silco x reader #drabble #request #also i'm not editing this #you're going to take this treat and you're going to like it (i hope)#little different from what i write tone-wise but i had fun with this one #arcane fic #silco fic #arcane x reader

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nymphbunnyys · 2 years

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Hello my beautiful slasher mutual, I am back again >:)

I'm in eastern Canada and we just went through Hurricane Fiona, the strongest hurricane we've ever experienced here. A tree fell on my house in the night and I'm on day 2 of an estimated 6-7 day power outage.

If you have time and feel up to it can we get some Vincent and/or Bo (Vincent if you can only do 1) comfort? I imagine the boys have been through some pretty intense summer storms and hurricanes down in Louisiana and some good ol fashion comfort/fluff from them during a hurricane would be mighty fine right about now.

It can be gender neutral so all my hurricane babes can enjoy some comfort in this rough time.

Thank you so much🖤🔪

Dear god please tell me you are okay!! Know you can message me whenever you need to! I literally was about to come back from my break but hurricane Fiona hit Canada and power was out for a good while. Power is obviously back on and I finally have motivation to write again that and I’ve been playing dead by daylight and seeing Michael constantly made me wanna come back. I hope this is alright even if it’s late.. oppsies. But I missed you dearly darling so please enjoy as being one of many people who get their request written first! Also I’m getting a ghostface mask and doing a female ghostface cosplay soon as he’s been my recent obsession. would me posting some pics in cosplay be approved by you darlings?

Hurricanes

Vincent and Bo comforting their g/n s/o during a hurricane

Bo Sinclair

“Oh baby doll there ain’t nothing to be scared of. I’m right here”

due to the hurricane Bo prepared ahead of time. Something very unlike him. He had the bathtub filled in case any water supply’s were damaged, candles were placed and ready to be lit, there are extra batteries on the bed side table, ice water bottles ready to be put in the fridge to keep everything cold until power would be back.

And now. The two of you lay side by side, Bo letting his fingers brush some hair away from your forehead as he watched you wince at the trees wiping their branches against the window. Bo frowned his brows, placing his hand against your cheek and giving you a gentle look. “Darlin’ it’s just some trees, it’ll pass on by in no time try and close those pretty eyes and get some sleep” this was also very unusual for Bo, not that him being like any boyfriend and loving you was rare, he loved you dearly he just.. had a hard time comforting, and a hard time opening up so him being like this was a rare sight. Maybe it was you being so scared of the wind, maybe it made you look small and fragile whatever it was it made him to want to hold you until you fell asleep. He let his hand slide down your arm and slowly let it go limp as his eyes closed. Enjoying the peace and quiet now that you were some what calmed down. It wasn’t until there was a large gust of wind and a branch had smacked the window hard. You jumped up, hands clutching the blanket as you looked to Bo, who was some how still fast asleep. Your hands came to his bare bicep, shaking him slightly as you looked around the pitch black room.

“Bo.. please get up..” it was only until he heard your trembling voice that he managed to flicker his eyes open slightly and pull you in without any words, his hands holding your head against his chest as he fixed his head against his pillow, closing his eyes once again. His fingers danced their way down your back, tracing small circles and letting out soft hums when he moved every once and a while.

“Love.. you”

Vincent Sinclair

It was so quiet you could hear the dripping of the melting wax all around Vincent’s room, if that wasn’t enough to freak you out then the wind definitely was. It whipped around every which way, rain fell heavily and the sound of the power shutting down and the room being lit with wispy flames sent your body to chills. Vincent much like his brother had been fast sleep beside you, his back facing your way. Your eyes squinted back at your book trying to read the now dark words. With a sigh you let your book close and set it beside you on the floor, your hands shakily coming back up to press your legs to your chest. Hurricanes had been a fear of yours ever since you were child, such a deep rooted fear that most times it would leave you in tears. But with embarrassment you’d never told Vincent about it as after all.. it was only wind. The room creaked, groaned as the gusts of wind abused the sidings of the home.

Your eyes peered over the peacefully sleeping Vincent, watching as his shoulders raised up and down slowly, soft snores escaping his slightly parted lips. If it wasn’t for the wind.. you’d let him sleep not wanting to disturb him but anxiety got the better of you as a loud knock on the side of the house caused you to slightly jolt, your finger moved to tap Vincent on the back quickly. When he woke he slowly sat up, blankets draped over his legs as his tired body moved to look at you, slowly coming to the realization of your state. With only one look he had you held into his arms, his head rest against the wall the bed was placed against, his hands squeezed you close before pulling the blankets over your shoulders and letting you rest against him.

“I’m sorry.. it’s such a stupid reason I shouldn’t even have woken y-“

Vincent only shook his head and placed a long finger against your lips, using his other hand to pat your back soothingly. With a kiss to your head and a soft sigh he nuzzled his back into his pillows and made himself stay awake until you fell asleep first.

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unangelic-thoughts · 2 years

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Supposed to Hate You (Abby Anderson x Reader)

Summary: When your roomate's behaviour forces you to find shelter at your best friend's place, you don't expect to end up in the same bed as the one person you hate…her girlfriend.

Warnings: NSFW smut 18+, infidelity

Word Count: 2.5k

Slamming my apartment door shut behind me, I storm out towards the staircase with a small backpack of my belongings over my shoulder. I pull my phone out of my pocket, my fingers frantically tapping into the Lyft app to request a ride. As I exit the building, I let out a loud huff I'd been holding. My roommate, Mel, has gotten on my last nerve. She decided to have a full blown party without even asking first, the music blaring loudly as I tried to relax in my bedroom. As soon as some random ass drunk dude walked into my room and threw up all over my floor, I decided I'd had enough. Without putting much thought into it, I packed my bag and left. So here I am now, knocking on my best friend's door near to midnight.

It doesn't take long for her to answer, a confused look momentarily appearing on her face when she finally opens the door. In my annoyed state, I didn't even I ask her if I could come over, I just came.

"Y/N. Hey. What are you doing here?" She asks, opening the door to let me in.

"Nora, I really need a place to stay tonight. Mel's being an absolute dick again!" I exclaim and she nods, giving me a knowing look. I place my bag on the floor and we both take our usual seats on her sofa. We talk for a while as I explain tonight's events to her, trying my best to not get riled up again.

"You can stay in my room, I'll sleep in Leah's since she's away for a few days. I know she won't mind." She explains, smiling at me. I thank her and we exchange good nights, both of us feeling exhausted by our busy days.

After changing into an oversized t-shirt, I pull the lilac-coloured covers over me as I get myself comfortable in Nora's bed. I grab my phone from the night stand, deciding to scroll through Instagram until I become a little more sleepy.

I roll my eyes at Mel's pictures of her and some others doing shots on our kitchen counter. Furiously scrolling my thumb past it, the screen stops on one of Nora's recent posts. She's standing next to a smiling Abby who's got her arm draped around her shoulder. If it weren't for the fact that Abby's an asshole, I'd say they make a cute couple. My eyes linger on Abby a little longer than I'd like to admit and then I remind myself that I'm supposed to hate her; mostly because she seems to hate me. Ever since her and Nora met and started dating, she's had this bizarre idea that I'm in love with Nora, even though we've been best friends since forever.

I can't say it hasn't caused a rift between our friendship but I try my best to bite my tongue whenever Abby snaps at me so I don't make things worse. All Nora wants is for us to get along, but apparently Abby doesn't have the same idea.

I shake my head and place my phone back on the bed side table, refusing to give Abby any more space in my thoughts. I turn to my side, grabbing a spare pillow to hug and soon enough I fall into a deep slumber.

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I am slowly woken by a heaviness on top of me and a wet feeling on my neck. It takes me a minute to fully wake up as I try to force my eyes open, only to realise it's too dark to be able to see anything. My hands extend in front of me as my palms come into contact with a sturdy but soft chest, and it finally registers that the wetness on my neck is from the trail of kisses being left on it.

"Hey baby." I hear the person say in a seductive whisper. It takes my brain a moment to realise that the voice belongs to none other than Abby.

"Ab-" As I try to speak, a pair of lips crash onto mine. I try to push Abby off of me but her kiss distracts me, making my head spin. My lips start to move as if on autopilot and it feels like I've lost control of my entire body. My hands slide from her chest to the back of her neck, bringing her closer to me, deepening our kiss.

Abby pulls back ever so slightly, as she whispers "Nora"; this quickly snaps me out of my daze as a million thoughts go through my head and I push her off of me. I sit up on the bed, trying to create as much distance as I can between us.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Abby asks, confusion evident in her voice. My breathing becomes heavy, as I try to find the rights words to respond with. What was I thinking, kissing her back? She would obviously think I'm Nora, this is her bedroom for God's sake!

"I'm not Nora." I finally admit. There's a moment's silence before Abby leans over, switching the light on beside the bed. She looks at me with wide eyes as she processes through the situation we're currently in.

"What the fuck? Y/N? What are you doing here?" She demands, starting to sound kind of pissed.

"I had roommate issues so Nora let me stay in her bedroom while she's taken Leah's room." I explain, not being able to keep eye contact with her. She furrows her eyebrows, and it looks like she's finally understanding the situation but then she says, "You kissed me back. Why did you kiss me back?"

"I-I didn't kiss you back." I reply in a defensive tone.

"Yes, you did. Is it because you thought I was Nora? Is that it?" She asks, shooting daggers into my eyes.

"What the hell? No! I was asleep and confused and I wasn't expecting someone to grope me whilst I was unconscious!" I respond much more aggressively. Abby sighs and gets up from the bed. It looks like she can't decide whether she believes me or not. I stand up as well, not wanting her to think that she intimidates me.

"All I wanted was to surprise Nora, knowing that Leah's away, so we could get some alone time together. She didn't even tell me you were staying over." Abby says in a hasrsh whisper and runs her hand across her face, momentarily closing her eyes.

"It's probably because it was really late and I showed up unannounced because of how pissed off I was. Stop overthinking it." I say, trying to keep my voice down too so as to not wake up Nora. I don't even want to consider what she would think if she found Abby and I in here together. I'd rather not have to explain it.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm just gonna go." Abby points to the door with her thumb and walks towards it; for some odd reason, my legs make their way to her direction. I'm about to respond with something sarcastic when she turns over to face me, clasping a hand over mouth. We look at each other as we both hear Nora coming out of Leah's room and walk towards the kitchen. We keep eye contact until we hear the sound of the door closing again, indicating that Nora's gone back to bed. Her palm is still resting over my mouth and I can't help but think how good her fingers feel against my skin. My gaze unintentionally falls from her eyes to her lips and I can tell by the twitch of her eyebrow that she noticed.

Her hand slowly slides down from my face, mirroring my movement by looking down at my lips. Everything around us is quiet, the only sound coming from our breathing. There's an unfamiliar churning in my stomach, almost like...butterflies? No way, I hate her. And besides that, she's my best friend's girlfriend. I'm not supposed to have these kinds of feelings towards her.

I force my eyes away from her lips, to her ocean coloured ones. I look up at her with hooded eyes, feeling annoyed by her irritatingly attractive presence. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.

"God, you're the most irritating person I know. I hate you, you know that?!" I say, not being able to stop these intense feelings that have suddenly risen up inside of me. I barely have to raise my voice, because we're only inches apart.

Her tongue brushes against her bottom lip, followed by her teeth grazing over it while she simultaneously rolls her eyes and places both hands on her hips. Her eyes fall back on me and she chuckes. "I feel the same way sweetheart."

I take a small step closer to her, our bodies now touching. I straighten my back, trying to reach to her height and smile sarcastically, "Good." She takes me by surprise when she grabs me by the shoulders, switching our places so that I'm by the door. She lightly pushes me against it and places her hands on the door beside my head, trapping me.

"Admit it." She says, her teeth clenched in anger. I notice the definition in her jaw and it momentarily throws me off.

"Admit what?" I reply, mimicking her tone.

"That you're in love with Nora." Abby says, her teeth still clenched.

I scoff in frustration, not understanding why she's so obsessed with the idea that I'm in love with her girlfriend. "For the last fucking time, I am not in love with Nora." I groan, resting my head back on the door. Her expression changes to surprise for only a second before it returns back to the anger. The only way I notice this is because she's so damn close to me.

"I don't believe you." She replies, shaking her head. I try to shove her backwards but fail miserably, her strong figure keeping her in place.

"I don't know what else you want me to say or do to make you believe me. Okay?" I say, my voice raising slightly. I clench and unclench my hands on my sides, the desperation to prove her wrong rising in my chest. I'm frantically racking my brain on how I can get her to believe me, wanting this endless misunderstanding to just be over with. It only takes a couple of breaths before I settle on a solution, but I don't wait to rationalize whether it's a good one.

"There's nothing you ca-" I leap foward, cutting her off mid-sentense as I crash my lips onto hers. I pull back immediately and look at her face for a reaction. There's a mixture of confusion and something else I can't quite put my finger own. Her pupils are blown wide, her lips slightly open as if she's trying to decide on what to say next.

There's a few moments of silence between us until she finally asks, "What was that?"

I shrug, suddenly feeling very small compared to her. "I don't kno-" I'm about to say, but this time, she cuts me off by crashing her lips onto mine. She presses her body foward so that I'm flush against the door and I involuntarily let out a soft moan. My hands instinctively wrap around her neck, bringing her even closer to me.

Abby pulls back ever so slightly so that we're not kissing anymore but our lips still touch when she shakes her head and says, "We shouldn't." I nod in agreement, although I don't move away and neither does she.

Our lips connect again and the feeling between my legs that I'd been trying to ignore is becoming stronger. I pull my legs shut to try and relieve the ache. Abby immediately notices because her knee slips between my legs, forcing them back open as another moan escapes my lips.

"Abby, we have to stop. " I say breathlessly as I pull back from her mouth.

"Don't." She declares firmly.

"Don't what?" I ask, uncertain of her comment.

"Don't say my name like that because I won't be able to stop." She mutters under her breath but I hear her perfectly. Her confession hits me hard in the chest and...elsewhere too. It makes me want to say her name again and again.

"Abby." I moan and I feel her stiffen. She moves her lips down to my jaw and then my neck, sucking my sweet spot. I tilt my head to the side, giving her further access. My hands move up her neck to grip her hair, and this time, she's the one moaning.

Her hands grip the hem of my oversized tee, pulling it over my head. Her mouth goes straight to my naked breast, sucking hard on my left nipple whilst her fingers play with the other. I grind up against her, wanting to feel more of her. My hands slip down to her trousers, unbuttoning them one button at a time and pulling them down to her knees. I move forward and she lets me walk her backwards to the bed. She sits on the mattress, laying her back onto it while her lips are still attached to my body. I straddle her right thigh whilst her legs are wide open and I take this chance to slice my hand under her panties, touching her slick heat. It's the most arousing thing I've ever experienced and my only mission is to make her feel good. My fingers slide up and down her pussy as she gasps for air. I begin to circle my fingers around her clit, and I know I've hit the right spot when she buckles her hips towards them.

I don't realise I've been grinding against her thigh until I feel the pool of wetness underneath me. I grind harder against her but it's not enough. With my free hand, I slip my panties to the side so that my heat is flush against her skin. I bite my lip hard to stop myself from making any sounds, although it proves to be very difficult the closer to my release I get.

I slip a finger inside Abby's cunt, absolutely loving the way she feels wrapped around it. She starts letting a loud moan out, so I clasp my other hand around her mouth to stop her. I lean down and replace my hand with my mouth just as I slip a second finger in. I pump in and out of her as I feel her walls contract. I place my thumb on her clit, throwing her over the edge of her climax. Her supressed moans and the feeling of my drenched fingers inside of her, makes me grind more aggresively against her exposed thigh. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming as well, fireworks travelling from my mound to my whole body.

I kiss her furiously to keep both of our moans down, my eyes clasped shut in ecstasy. We stay in the same position for a while, our heavy breaths the only sound in the room. I slide my body off of her, lying next to her on the bed. I rest my arm over my eyes and try to steady my breathing. Neither of us say anything at all, knowing that our bodies have done all the talking already.

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diluc event / hidden strife spoilers below!!

Alice's letter to diluc left me a crying sobbing mess i can't do this

I'm just gonna drop it here, feel free to not answer or read this ask if you don't want spoilers, the letter is below:

To the heir of the Ragnvindr Clan,

I apologize for sending this letter without notice. You may not remember me, but we've met a few times.

We've met near the square, when I sat at the table adjacent to yours in Good Hunter, and I've seen you in your tavern. You were always busy with a great many things, especially back when you were much chattier than you are now. You spoke cheerfully and often with your brother and friends then. It's probably no surprise that you did not notice me then, but I've always had my eye on you, child.

I recall with crystal clarity how my little Klee once made a complete mess of your vineyard while she was trying to catch Crystalflies there... But you didn't get angry. In fact, you personally escorted Klee back and even gave her a few bottles of fresh grape juice.

Now I think that might jog your memory, yes?

Klee recently told me she "hasn't seen that strange man with the red hair in aaages," so I decided to look into it out of curiosity.

My deepest condolences regarding your father.

In many of the stories I've been told, you are the model knight: proud, driven, a knight of noble character and lineage. But I know that you're gentler than you appear. If you weren't, you wouldn't have treated Klee the way you did.

And since you helped my child out, I hope you won't mind if I treat you as if you were my own.

Therefore, I sincerely hope that you will leave the dark place you are presently in, and that you will not wallow in greif and remorse. Partings are most painful things, but they also encourage us to grow. A bird that has lost the roof over its head will fly further than others of its kind.

Go out and see the world. That's the best course of action I can envision. Only by feeling, observing, and listening, can your heart be healed.

Parents all wish that they can accompany their children forever, and the skies, seas, and stars all bear witness to that oath. Everything that was your father now finds new life with you. That which you will experience in this world may have been things that your father experienced once upon a time. I hope the wind will bring you all manner of wondrous things in your journeys to come.

In any case, keep your chin up, young child.

Let me start by saying that this is the most tender, heartfelt letter in this mondstadt.

The path of wallow and greif,,,diluc was literally spiraling in all that guilt and pain, all alone. He lost his father, his brother told him he's a spy, he's been betrayed by the knights and lost all his friends.

This letter was exactly what he needed, he was in a dark period and then someone showed up, even by a letter, and kinda pulled him out of it with tender words and genuine understand.

This is the guidance one needs during a period of greif, Childe didn't have this guidance when he was all alone in the abyss, Ei didn't have this guidance when she lost all her loved ones. Those two, without support and guidance lost themselves and made decisions hurtful to themselves and others.

Diluc got the guidance that prevented him from ending up like these two.

I can imagine sitting on the floor of his room and crying over the letter because yes, someone held out a hand for him.

I can't so this anymore..

-🦋

Here is the thing that stricks me.

Diluc's mother is never mentioned, so we can assume he'd never had a mother-like person in his life. I love Adelinde, and I know she cares for Diluc, but I feel she would try, but an unintentional professional boundary would keep her from acting too motherly.

And in that letter.

He got something he's never had before. That motherly care. Alice has no reason to be reaching out to him with this much concern and affection. Because there isn't any way, he thinks of helping Klee out more than just doing what he normally does.

I also want to imagine that after she got his letter back. Alice stopped by the manor to help Diluc ready. To make sure he was ready to go out into the world and do it safely. Like she even gives him a tent and teaches him out to do some basic cooking over a campfire. And even goes as far as to talk him out of stone gate before sending him off into the world.

And it just really ended up as the little hope Diluc had to keep himself going.

As for Childe and Ei. I don't think their stories would have really changed much with a letter like Alices. Mostly because Childe's trauma was totally accidental, and in some ways, the abyss fundamentally changed him as a person. I think his family still did their best to love and support him. It was just something beyond most mortals.

And Ei. Unlike Diluc and Childe, Ei was not a child. And she still had Ye. She had her people. And I sort of put her alongside Kaeya where I understand her actions and that she, in a moment of trauma, made a selfish decision that resulted in causing harm to others. And I don't think anyone reaching out to her sooner would have changed anything. She needed to want the change herself.

#sorry #alice is Diluc's mother figure now #i don't make the rules #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #diluc headcanons #alice #alice genshin #alice headcanons #childe #tartaglia #ei #raiden ei

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Damon's a Dickhead and We're Loaning Shit (Chapter 7)

Book Title: Widowed Willow Word Count: 2,440 Warnings: Damon creeping on Amari, Blood, Stefan catching feels, Death (dream), Amari is stupid Story Master List | Previous Chapter | Next chapter DO NOT PLACE MY WORK ANYWHERE ELSE! You may reblog, but DO NOT repost! Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part.

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Amari was in her bedroom sketching a drawing of the blonde lady from her vision. Hearing a creek behind, she turned to see the raven-haired Salvatore. "Why are you up here?"

I wanted to check on you," Damon told her, walking into the room and glancing around. "What Caroline said was out of order."

Amari chuckled, shrugging her shoulders and flipping the page to another drawing of a wolf. "That's just Caroline, sometimes she's insensitive."

Damon walked over towards where Amari was sitting, looking at the sketchbook in front of him. Glancing at the brunette, he questioned "You draw?"

"No, I shit on paper," Amari scoffed, before shoving Damon's leg in amusement and exclaiming, " Yes, I draw. Helps me escape reality, it's how I express myself."

"It's impressive, like you," He stated, sitting on the edge of the bed while looking through a few drawings, "You seem to make Stefan smile more and I haven't seen that for a while."

Amari chuckles, shaking her head and looking down at her hands, "Earlier, did you mean Kathrine?"

Damon hummed in agreement, watching the curly brunette continue drawing before glancing at him and questioned, " How'd she die?"

The raven-haired vampire had a look of hurt on his face before he sadly informed, "In a fire."

"Damn," Amari's eyes widened in shock, turning towards the older Salvatore, "Recently?"

Damon shook his head, she shifted to sit next to him, and told her, "It seems like it was just yesterday."

"I'm sorry," Amari said with a small sympathetic smile, before frowning at the confusion on Damon's face. "About Katherine. You both lost her."

Damon looked at the dark-skinned girl in shock, no one had shown him kindness in a very long time, and honestly, he liked it.

The pair spaced out, lost in each other's eyes, slowly leaning in. Amari flinched back, scaring Damon out of the trance. He shook his head before standing up, "Right, well, goodnight princess."

He chuckled at the scoff from Amari, dodging the pillow thrown at him, while walking out the room.

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The following night, Michelle, Caroline, and Bonnie stood around the bonfire cheering with the cheerleaders while Amari and Elena stood on the side. After thinking about her talk with Damon, Elena decided to quit cheerleading.

"Wait, wait, let's be honest here," Tanner yelled through the microphone, "In the past, we used to let other teams come into our town and roll right over us! But that is about to change. We've got some great new talent tonight starting on the offensive line, and I'm gonna tell you right now, it has been a long time since I have seen a kid like this with hands like these."

The curly-brunette girl shared a smile with Bonnie, turning away when she heard people encouraging a fight happening behind her. Amari gasped, eyes widening in shock seeing Tyler on top of Jeremy with Vicki yelling, trying to separate them.

"Tyler, stop it, you're hurting him!" Vicki yelled, Amari, running over to them but before she could intervene Stefan ran around her and pulled Tyler off Jeremy, "Hey, he's down enough."

Amari's eyes widened in horror, watching Jeremy climb back to his feet and grab a piece of a broken bottle. Before she could stop him, he swung at Tyler, missing his target when Stefan held his hand up. He cut the Salvatore boy's hand, making the tall brunette gag placing her hand against her mouth to stop the bile from coming out.

Matt rushed over pulling Tyler away as he yelled, "Tyler. Knock it off. Stop!"

"Jeremy," Elena made her way towards her brother and exclaimed, "Put your head up, you're bleeding"

Jeremy just pushed his sister away, hissing out, " I'm fine"

"Yeah, you smell fine!" Elena yelled, scoffing in disbelief. Jeremy rolled his eye,s not in another mood for another lecture, "just stop, okay?"

Amari sighed, watching him walk away before turning to Stefan. She grabbed his hand, trying to pry it open, but he clenched his fist, "Let me see."

"No, no," Stefan stared at the brunette nervously and exclaimed, "It's fine."

"Really," Amari questioned, sending him an unimpressed look and questioned, "Because it looked like you got stabbed."

Stefan sighed, showing his hand to Amari, but there was nothing there. She frowned in confusion, running her fingers across his palm, she was sure he had been cut.

"I saw it, it was…" Amari trailed off, cradling his hand to her chest. She glanced between Stefan's face and his hand. He shook his head in response, trying to assure her, "He missed. It's not my blood. See? I'm fine" he told her wiping his hand on his jeans.

"No, nope," Amari shook her head, clutching his hand to her while eying him with concern, and exclaimed, "I, I saw it. The glass cut your hand."

Stefan looked at the curly brunette softly seeing the concern she had for him. He smiled softly, cutting her off of her rant, "It's ok, I'm ok." It's almost kick-off time, all right? So, um, I'll, uh, I'll see you after the game."

Amari nodded, squeezing his hand before letting it go, watching him run off. Elena came to her side hearing the entire conversation between her and Stefan, they knew something was wrong, they saw her brother cut her boyfriend's hand. The brunette grabbed Amari's arm and dragged her over towards Bonnie who was standing with the cheerleaders.

"Hey, where've you guys been?" Bonnie asked with furrowed eyebrows making her way over to the girls. Amari and Elena exchange a look before the brunette asked, "Can we ask you a serious no-joke question?"

"You know forget I said anything, Elena's dinner party plot totally won me over." Bonnie told the two girls with a wave of her hand only Elena shook her head with a serious expression and questioned, "No, Bonnie, what was it? Did you see something?"

Bonnie let out a deep breath sighing in defeat and explained to the two girls what she felt the night she touched Stefan at the comet, "It wasn't clear like a picture. Like today, I kept seeing those same numbers I told you about; 8,14, 22."

"Yeah?" Amari questioned with furrowed eyebrows, crossing her arms and thinking about the riddle she and Bonnie tried to solve.

"When I touched Stefan, it was a feeling and it vibrated through me, and it was cold and" Bonnie began to explain before she hesitated causing Elena to send Bonnie a look and asked, "And what?"

Bonnie glanced between the two girls and told them. "It was death. It's what I imagined death to be like."

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Amari shot up with a gasp, hearing a noise downstairs. She sighed, glancing around her room before climbing out of her bed and walking out the door, "Hello?"

The tall brunette stopped, glancing around before looking downstairs, "Elena? Jeremy?"

"Hell, Jenna?" She calls out, sighing when she spots a shadow moving towards the living room, "I swear, you dickheads can try to scare me, but It's not working."

"Hello," Amari scoffed, walking down the stairs and walking into the living room. She's met with silence causing her to frown, switching the light switch. Not light, she huffs in confusion, "The fuck?"

A bright light shines on her face, she squints and waits for her vision to clear before glancing at the tv. A news reporter was on the tv, "This is Logan Fell, live with breaking news, another animal attack."

"What the fuck," Amari slowly walks forward, stopping behind the couch. "The wild animal terrorizing citizens has claimed another two victims, local high school students."

"Elena Gilbert and her adoptive sister, Amari Taylor," A picture of the two girls appear on the screen causing the curly brunette to place her hand against her stomach in shock.

"Police are certain that forensic evidence will confirm that this is the same animal responsible for recent attacks," Her eyes began to water only to hear a voice behind her taunt her, "Be ready."

Amari spun around, gasping when she saw Elena's body on the floor and Damon standing next to the brunette body with a smirk on his face and blood around his mouth.

She cursed, spinning around and running out the room, heading straight for the front door. Letting out a scream when Damon appeared on the other side of the door.

"Goodbye," She slammed the door shut, wheezing when Damon appeared in front of her once again causing him to smirk as he launched himself at her biting into her neck and causing her to let out an earth-shattering scream.

Stefan's eyes snapped open, sitting up on his bed with a gasp trying to steady his breathing at the dream he had of a dead Elena and his brother attacking Amari.

The youngest Salvatore glanced around his room, sighing in frustration at the sight of his brother sitting by his desk with a smirk on his face.

"Bad dream," Damon asked, a mischievous look on his face smirking at his brother and sarcastically asking, "Do you know how easy it was to get into your head just now? You really need some human blood. It might even be the playing field. Football reference. Too soon?"

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The morning after the football game, Amari sat on the floor next to her bed hidden from the doorway. She couldn't help but think about Bonnie predicting Mr. Tanner's death, and it is a supposed animal attack.

She knew something was wrong with mystic falls; there's never been an animal attack done in the open, especially on school grounds. Walking into the hallway, she grabbed the sketchbook Stefan gave her thinking about Salvatore and his brother.

The curly-brunette ran downstairs, turning into the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle. The tall brunette frowned, turning around and seeing Jenna insulting the newsman on tv. An amused smile appeared on her lips watching Jenna, " Scum ball. Scum bucket."

Amari snorted at the names her aunt had made up. She paused, glancing at Elena when she walked into the room carrying a box with a confused look on her face and asked, "Who are you talking to?"

Jenna who kept her eyes narrowed on the newsman pointed towards the screen with the tv remote in irritation as she grumbled loudly, "Him. The news guy, also known as Logan 'Scum' Fell"

Amari's eyes widened in realization as she threw her head back laughing and mumbled, " Oh, my goodness."

"Remember when your mom told us why Jenna moved away from Mystic Falls?"

"No way," Elena looked at Amari in surprise before chuckling shaking her head in disbelief as she stood between her friend and aunt and exclaimed, "You and him?"

She hummed tilting her head to the side and commented, " He's cute"

Amari coughed, beating her chest before looking at Elena in disgust. Jenna narrowed her eyes, "He is not cute!"

"There's nothing cute about him," She turned the tv off, not wanting to see his face any longer. Chuckling, Amari peeked inside the box in Elena's arms, "What's this?"

"I got it from the safe deposit box, Mom told Mrs. Lockwood she'd loan it for their heritage display," Elena explained as Amari reached in and took out a ring, "Is this your Grandma Beth's wedding ring?"

Elena hummed, nodding her head, and informed, "Originally, it was Great-great-Grandma Mary's wedding ring."

Jeremy walked into the room looking at all the items in the box picking up one as he looked between his family and curiously asked, " How much do you think this stuff is worth, like, on eBay?"

Amari shrugged as Elena sent Jeremy an unimpressed look, snatching the item back from him and narrowing her eyes at her brother, and sternly told him, "You're not gonna find out."

"That stuff is mom's and dad's," Jeremy scoffed in disbelief rolling his eyes and exclaiming, "You can't just give it away"

"We aren't, we're loaning it," Amari explained with a small smile. "We'll get it back after the founders' party tonight."

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Later that day, Amari sat in the living room texting Bonnie who was telling her about her 'no date' problem. Caroline is going with Damon and Elena is going with Stefan.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the tall brunette sighs before rocking forward to get up only to flop back down. She huffs, "Door!" Elena ran downstairs, glaring at Amari before opening the door, "What're you doing here?"

"I'm here for my mom," Tyler explained causing Elena to nod her head, picking up the box by the door, handing it over to Tyler, and softly warning him, "Please be careful."

Tyler nodded his head as Jeremy joined his sister by the door, narrowed his eyes at the Lockwood boy, and hissed, " Yeah, be careful with it, dick."

Elena's eyes widened in shock, ignoring the holler of laughter from the living room she slaps her brother on his arm and scolded him, "Jeremy! Don't start"

She glanced between the boys with a stern look, Tyler shrugged his shoulders, "I'm fine, he's just being a punk."

"You're a punk," Jeremy scoffed, glaring at Tyler.

Elena sighed in annoyance, pushing Jeremy back into the house before turning to face Tyler, "Tell your mom we'll see her tonight."

"Elena!" Amari cried, a thud following right after. Elena sighed before jogging into the kitchen to help Amari, "Amari, how?!"

Jeremy turned to follow but was grabbed by Tyler, "Would it make a difference if I told you I actually like Vicky?"

Jeremy sighed, glancing down before looking up, "Not even if you meant it, which you don't. You're still hung up on Amari, but she won't give you the time of day."

"I'm not surprised though," He huffs, shrugging his shoulders and glancing back at the sound of hollering. He sees a jumping Amari, her shirt pulled over her head, and a laughing Elena following her.

He chuckles before looking back at Tyler with a glare, "You did ruin every single relationship she's had."

He slams the door, turning just in time to catch a falling Amari.

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Find the Words Tag

Thank you @scienceoftheidiot for the tag!

My Words were: Smile, Dream, Tear(s), Dark, and Soft.

You guys are going to get sick of me posting these 😂 but here goes. All but one word was in the last chapter (and three of them within the same scene in that chapter). The missing word? Dream. I had to go back to Chapter 30. For 'dream'. When the canon source material has everybody getting haunted by this MF in their nightmares. I can't readily find dream?! Wtf am I doing?!

But, this is all from the last chapter - most are vague enough to just post as is, but all instances of 'tears' are spoiling a major event that happens later in Diving. If that is a concern, skip that one.

Since this is like the fourth I've done (😬) I'm just giving an open tag: if you want to join - please '@' me!!

Words: devour, dive, dig, dear, damned

My Answers:

Smile (Chapter 34)

"I uh… thanks for… if we don't…well…"

Thanks for everything if we don't make it out alive. The blanks were easy enough to fill in, despite Lloyd's current inability to come to the words himself.

With a sincere smile, she placed her hand on his shoulder. What she had heard of his past, maybe this response from him should have been a surprise, but it wasn't to her. Maybe she came in too late to see the man who had earned the reputation following him, but the man in front of her now, the man that came to Haven, that man was sincere in his intentions. Fit right along with the loudmouth tavern corner occupants, but never truly gave her a cause for concern. No, this man had always been a good one. If only he could see that too.

Another set of silent nods, and he was off.

Dream (Chapter 30)

"You didn't ask for him to show up in your head, did you? Didn't come to him uninvited?" He waited for her reply to the negative before continuing. "Yeah, thought not. From what I've gathered, between you and Lloyd, what we've seen, what I've seen, this magic, abilities, whatever you want to call it, it's not easily controlled."

His smile still held the prior compassion, his tone lighthearted, but she didn’t register it. Couldn’t. All she could see was the recent dream. All she could feel was guilt.

"He hadn't even started anything, Glen. Being an annoying ass, but that's it. I just got so… I wanted something bad to happen. I did. Did and didn't. I don't know."

Tears (Chapter 34)

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Despite the prior context, a laugh broke through and caused a hiccup in the flow of sadness and tears from before.

“But now that that’s established, looks like up and running got you back in quite the spot again, yeah?”

"I…. Glen, I just… You were right. Down and still. I mean, what's the point of it all? Everything just gets more confusing, and violent, and then people die. You died…"

"I know… I know, but you have to head back there anyway. And you have people that are counting on you. Worlds. Universes. No, can't give up on them, you know you can't. Won’t. Deep down. You know that, and you helped me see that.” His hand came out to lightly tap her on the chin in a loving manner, but it only caused the tears to flow freely once more. While unsaid, she heard the “aw Hell’ sighed under his breath before he pulled her back into a hug, gently rocking her in place. A few additional moments were spent here before he once again pulled backward. “But you can't go back like you were either. What’s done is done, you can’t keep holding in your pain. Inflicting it on others…”

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Dark (Chapter 34)

Familiar knots in the wood gave away her location before she could even stand up from the floor of her cabin. Thoughts went back to the moment before. Lloyd and Flagg. Rayna. Then darkness. She was trying to take her out of the game. Fuck if she was going to sit by and let her do it.

The bookshelf was her first stop, and it took the brunt of her wrath. Books landed harshly against the floor as she threw them from their place. One after another after another, but there was no teal book to be found this time. No need for it anymore. No need for locking away secrets. No hope of pulling herself out of this state with its help.

Another burst of devastating anger, and she tipped the empty bookcase down on the floor. Splinters shooting outward almost drowned out the voice coming from the kitchen.

“Well, I’m sure that’ll be fun to clean up later.”

Soft (Chapter 34)

She took one hesitant step forward. One more. And without any further delay, she rushed towards him. Arms wrapped around his back and held him tight enough that if he wasn’t solid, she would have absorbed him with the force. But he was solid. He was there in front of her. She could touch him. Kiss him.

And with the realization, the action followed. Desperation fueled grasps at connection, as her lips met his. But no matter how much she felt him there, the tickle of his beard on her face, the glide of his hair through her fingers, the taste of him jolting her senses, she couldn’t understand how it was possible.

“Fuck… How are you… I… you…”

And there was that chuckle, that soft sound that always exuded a lightness which reverberated inside her until she had no choice but to relinquish whatever negativity she was holding on to. Let it all go, and just be there. With him.

#thank you for the tag!!

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mystech-master · 1 year

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Death Battle Heroes Team Up

I and my friend have been talking about this idea for a while.

Imagine all of the heroes/anti-heroes that have shown up in Death Battle

The candidates for this team are anyone who can be considered a full-on hero (fight bad guys and save the world), or even an anti-hero (same but maybe with darker/more brutal methods/motivations, Red Hood, Venom became bros with Spidey later on IIRC, etc.), and they must have appeared on Death Battle, but I am willing to extend it to characters who have appeared in the animation but aren't the advertised combatants (Trish and Jeanne) or are basically confirmed (Ruby Rose and Maka Albarn + Soul Eater), just to add some variety to their franchise reps b/c DB has a shit load of Marvel and DC and many franchises have like 1-2 reps with many of them not even having their main character yet.

I imagine this crossover taking place in some weird nexus outside of space-time so we don't have to deal with the complete consequences of their settings crossing over as well as to explain how canonically dead characters are here too.

All Pokemon who appear in DB will just be a part of Red's collection. Charizard has the Mega Stone and we've seen that Mewtwo can Mega Evolve under his own power.

Imagine the chaos of having Tatsumaki, the Reds and Blues (Xeno Trunks would have an aneurysm after hearing about their time travel BS), 3 My Little Ponies, A couple of Shonen Dumbass protagonists, and more all working together.

Ben has pretty good samples of badass new DNA to scan for cool new transformations: Goku, Superman, Optimus Prime, and Glacius for example. I wonder if he would get Chozo DNA from scanning Samus?

Imagine all of the technology/science-based heroes all bringing their heads together to make something badass (Give Genos a freaking Upgrade so he isn't reduced to scraps in most of his fights).

Goku and Zoro now have plenty of new martial artists/swordsmen to learn and grow from. Yes, Goku is like 50 billion times Universal now and could wipe out all of them in one move, but he can still hold back against a weaker opponent if he thinks he can learn something new from them. Or at the very least he'd be happy to help other martial artists grow, like Ryu (Street Fighter, not Hayabusa), Po, Guy, and Lee.

We recently talked about the possibility that The Seven from The Boys, specifically Homelander, would try to muscle in and lead this team, saying that they are totally awesome heroes, but with Op people like Goku and Superman or the 4 super wizards (Fate, Zatanna, Strange, and Scarlet Witch) they are gonna be put in their place eventually.

The main problem with some of the options for heroes is that they are a bit too dark/brutal. Like we have Guts as a possible hero, but the world of Berserk is super hardcore compared to a lot of these franchises. It feels like if you have the setting or something from Berserk, someone would basically need to have all sorts of horrible shit happen to them (Killed, Eaten, that third thing that Boomstick mentioned in Guts vs Nightmare, or all 3 at once). The tonal clash really messes with this.

This is just a fun idea my friend and I have been talking about that I thought I'd share. It'd be interesting to see if anyone else has any interesting possible interactions between the heroes.

I'll try to list who I have as options (see after read more)

Starwars: Luke, Obi-Wan, Yoda

Metroid: Samus Aran

Street Fighter/Final Fight: Mike Haggar, Zangief, Chun-Li, Blanka, Ryu, Dan Hibiki, Cammy, Ken Masters

Mortal Kombat: Raiden, Scorpion, Sonya Blade, Sub-Zero, Johnny Cage

Marvel: Rogue, Thor, Spider-Man, Captain America, Deadpool, Iron Man, Beast, Wolverine, Hawkeye, Quicksilver, Hulk, Venom, Captain Marvel, Spider-Man 2099, Black Panther, Doctor Strange, Daredevil, Namor, Black Widow, Ghost Rider, Miles Morales, War Machine, Cable, Winter Soldier, Spider-Gwen, Iron Fist, Storm, Scarlet Witch, Magneto

DC: Wonder Woman, Batman, Superman, Green Arrow, Barry Alan, Batman Beyond, Raven, Doctor Fate, Nightwing, Aquaman, Shazam, Green Lantern, Static, Black Canary, Booster Gold, Wally West, Red Hood, Batgirl, Harley Quinn, Zatanna

Mario Bros: Yoshi, Mario, Peach, Luigi, Donkey Kong

TMNT (either the 2003 4Kids version or Rise): Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo

Battletoads: Zitz

Killer Instinct: Black Orchid, Fulgore (the version who is starting to gain Eagle's mind), Glacius, TJ Combo, Sabrewulf (if they can get him help w his Lycanthropy)

Darkstalkers: Felicia, Jon Talbain

Blazblue: Taokaka, Ragna the Bloodedge

God of War: Kratos

Spawn

Dragon Ball: Vegeta, Son Goku, Majin Buu, Hercule Satan, Android 18, Master Roshi, Beerus, Broly, Trunks (not Xeno version so he'll match and Xenoverse is its own complicated BS). Since Gogeta and Vegito are the same guys they'll just have a pair of Potara so other characters can fuse even though they lack DBZ powers

Sonic the Hedgehog: Shadow, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Silver (similar deal to Trunks)

Harry Potter

Fatal Fury: Mai Shiranui, Terry Bogard

Transformers: Optimus Prime

MLP: Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle

Halo/Red vs Blue (It's implied that they share a universe right?): Master Chief, Carolina, Sarge, Simmons, Griff, Donut, Lopez, Church, Tucker, Caboose, Tex (this one is subject to change with how they reference a lot of other media but it would mostly involve ignoring a joke or 3)

DOOM: Doomguy

Mega Man: Mega Man, Zero, Megaman X, Mega Man Trigger/Volnutt, Lan Hikari & MegaMan.EXE, Geo Stellar and Omega-Xis

Final Fantasy VII: Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockhart

Pokemon: Red (all pokemon are in his arsenal): Charizard, Blastoise, Venusaur, Pikachu, Mewtwo, Lucario, Machamp

He-Man and She-Ra

Thundercats: Lion-O

Ninja Gaiden: Ryu Hayabusa

Strider: Strider Hiryu

Fox MCloud, Bucky O'hare, Terminator, RoboCop, Godzilla (iteration where he is more of an ally), MechaGodzilla (with or without Akane), Gamera

Power Rangers: Tommy Oliver (Tigerzord and Dragonzord), Jason, Billy, Trini, Tack, Kimberly

Gundam: Zechs in the Epyon, Amuro in the RX-78-2

Kirby: Kirby, King Dedede

Guilty Gear: Sol Badguy

Naruto: Gaara, Naruto Uzumaki, Jiraiya, Sasuke Uchiha, Might Guy, Kakashi Hatake, Rock Lee

Avatar: Toph, Aang, Zuko, Korra

Guts, Goliath

Metal Gear, Solid Snake, Otacon (remember if they show up in the animation they count), Raiden

Splinter Cell: Sam Fisher, Grimm

RWBY: Yang, Weiss, Blake, you could possibly count Ruby since Ben Singer did say that that matchup WILL happen as it was Monty's Request

Astro Boy

Tai and Agumon, Renamon

Devil May Cry: Dante, Trish, Vergil

Bayonetta, Jeanne

Ratchet & Clank

Jak and Daxter

Tracer

One Piece: Zoro, Ace, Sanji

Fairy Tail: Erza, Natsu, Gray

Lara Croft, Nathan Drake, Scrooge McDuck (reboot version), Shovel Knight

Voltron: Keith, Lance, Hunk, Alura, Pidge

Ichigo Kurosaki

JJBA: Jotaro Kujo, Jonathan Joestar

Kenshiro, Crash Bandicoot + Aku Aku, Spyro the Dragon + Sparx

Sora, Donald, Goofy, and King Mickey

Pit, Leon Kennedy, Frank West (the last 2 were almost ignored but Marvel vs Capcom made me rethink it), Jin Kazama, Samurai Jack, Afro Samurai

MAYBE Lucy from Elfen Lied if some of the more paragon heroes manage to help get through to her, but she'd be a challenge

Ben Tennyson, Mitsuru Kirijo, Captain Falcon, Edward Elric, Hiei, Mob

One-Punch Man: Tatsumaki, Genos, Saitama

My Hero Academia: All Might, Shoto Todoroki, Deku

Danny Phantom, Jake Long

Like I said the Seven would try to join and take over but the super powerful characters can put them in their place: Homelander, Black Noir, Queen Maeve, A-Train, The Deep, and Starlight. Butcher might be brought in as well.

Soul Eater: Crona, and Maka + Soul Eater (similar logic to Ruby Rose up in the RWBy section)

Kill la Kill: Ryuko and Senketsu

Mikasa Ackerman, Po, Steven Universe, Star Butterfly, Alucard (the 4 super wizards putting a leash on him, some of the heroes' honorable nature, and DIO + Dracula being evil vampires might allow him to play nice for a time), Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado, Omni-Man, Excalibur

Bond and Wick are a bit too down to Earth to fit among all this fiction so either they'd be cut or they'd have to be handled very carefully

Spongebob and Asta

That is the total list of heroes that we've considered for this crossover.

#death battle #crossover

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did that column falling signify something? i'd love your take on the cold open + divorce scene

the pillars of justice are meaningless in that room. the degree on the wall is inscribed with a fake name. (saul goodman is not a real lawyer because he's not a real person.) they're not even holding anything up, supporting anything, they're just there for show, like his garish house, like his clashing suits, like his too loud commercials. it's just every tragic thing about his life - empty, hollow, a grandiose facade papering over the agony underneath. he can knock over a column and have it barely make a sound.

he's callous and cruel, but it takes him an hour of hyping himself up and restlessly bouncing a ball off the walls and probably repeating those lines of meanness over and over in his head and convincing himself to act blase. it's a careful arrangement of pretending there's no care at all. he begged once and it didn't change anything, so he's not ever going to do that or show that vulnerability again. it doesn't matter, it doesn't have to make sense are the kinds of things he's circled in his mind, because it doesn't make sense to him and it hurts so much that he has to turn how much it matters off. she sits across from him barely speaking, barely recognizing him, but she has seen that. that's the part of him that turned on howard when he confessed about chuck, and whistled while feeding the fish. it's the part of him that said, i don't think about chuck, i don't miss chuck, he was alive and now he's dead. it's just never been intentionally directed at her before in this way. some small part of her likely recognizes the pettiness in the hurt, but it's so much larger in scale, and she can't cope with it or change it. this grotesque display in front of her is a stranger, but she also feels a bit like she herself killed the man she loved and is responsible for the thing sitting in his place. she can only flee and he can only continue downward. it is unspeakably sad.

the divorce scene was actually super triggery for my mom and myself because of, bizarrely, recent things in our life even though they came decades delayed from the initial event, and we've spent a lot of this past week talking about that and how painful it was to us specifically, she said to me yesterday that a lot of things this season have been hard on her because of certain parallels (just in a much more mundane way irl) and the intersection with such a dark time for us. sometimes things are just impossible to fix or change. sometimes all you can do is walk out. kim doesn't really get the catharsis of it's time to go because she hates herself and is committing self-destruction, but still - sometimes giving up is the strong thing. the snaps from the same little breaks in your soul, you know when it's time to go.

#saying you'd love my take is so nice of you considering everything i've said has been wrong as was pointed out to me lol #anonymous #letterbox #bcs spoilers

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"Iris! Iris, you're safe." Vash's voice finally reaches your ears. You raise your head to see his soft expression, eyes downturned with concern, but a smile flickers onto his lips as he sees recognition in you.

"Red..." you say slowly, and then peek around his head to look at the man on the far side of the little room. He is wearing clothing from the space age, but he looks harmless—a little grumpy and confused as he leans his wrench on his shoulder and is looking around, but not the nightmarish figure that you had seen.

"Are you alright?" One of Vash's hands moves from your upper arm to your cheek, stroking over it and over your sandy hair. "That's Brad, he's an old friend."

Your eyes find his again, and his expression is so gentle, no longer weighed down by concern. You can still hear the voices in your head, more upset than before, but your rushing heart and Vash's presence keep them at bay.

"I'm sorry... I just... I thought he was someone else... The clothing reminded me of Him," you swallow. "It just took me by surprise. I'm okay now."

He stands up from his squat with a smile and holds out his hand to you. With his help, you find balance and stand up to peek around his side again, and you see the man still standing there, looking away from the two of you.

"Hello!" you say. If he's Vash's friend, then you trust him too. "I'm Iris."

"I'm Brad," the older man speaks up and comes towards you, holding out his hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Brad. Am I correct in assuming we're on a Seeds ship and you're from the space age?" you ask as you shake his hand.

"Is it that obvious?" Brad pulls at his wrinkles and laughs a bit. "But how did you reach that conclusion so fast?"

"Well..." you aren't sure what to say, and you trail off. You are interrupted by the sliding doors opening again, and a woman with similar clothing to Brad steps in.

"Vash! It's good to see you again!" the woman says before turning her attention to you. "Hello there!"

"Hello." You feel a bit unsure, with a headache starting in the far corners of your brain. You feel claustrophobic in here. "I'm Iris."

"My name's Luida." Her voice is so soft and motherly.

"Brad, could you secure the toma? It's a little crammed in here for all of us. How about we go to the dining hall? I'm sure the two of you must be starving." Luida seems to read your mind and ignores the older man's complaints about being left behind to do the dirty work.

Vash takes off your blanket and brushes off most of the sand from both himself and you before picking up your bags. You're left to wonder how you got so dusty and how you got here in the first place. The blonde's hand takes your fingers without hesitation and gently pulls you along to follow Luida through the clean corridors of the spaceship.

"How come you're so far out and so close to settlements?" Vash wonders out loud.

"We have been investigating some anomalies recently. Brad managed to fix another sensor a while ago, and suddenly it started to go off fairly frequently, but at different places, we have finally caught up to the signal after some tweaking of the instrument. We aren't quite sure what we've been chasing, but I hope to find out soon." Luida talks calmly and doesn't look back. "And what brought you here unannounced? I'm happy to see you, but you didn't even radio in."

"Yeah, sorry about this." Vash hesitates for a split second. "But we need your help. I'm not sure you can help us, but I'm all out of ideas."

Despite your surroundings providing you with ample visual interest, you feel yourself drifting away again. It gets harder and harder to hold on, it feels like a deep and dark abyss with slippery edges. Once you lose your grip, you're gone.

"Oh. What seems to trouble you and your companion?" Luida's voice is just as calm as before.

"Well," Vash looks over to you, not sure how you feel about his whole plan, "She's sick."

"I think you need to give her a little more information than that, Red." You smile a little weakly at him as the headache creeps closer to your eyes. "I am from one of the Seeds ships."

That catches Luidas attention as she turns around to look at you more closely. Her eyes move over your features, your face, and your body. She looks at you so intently, the gaze in her eyes a little less motherly than before, and now you see a researcher.

"I'm guessing this is a bit more than just cold sleep, or did you just recently wake up from it?" she butts in before you can even continue.

"No, I've been around for a while... I'm not quite sure what was done to me or how I got to be like this, so I lack the exact answers. I just vaguely remember that something has been done to me—someone doctored around and made me this way. I can't be more specific... That's, in a way, my problem, I think. I have memories that I can't remember, and they are haunting me."

"It's more than that..." Vash says quietly, his voice somber.

"I've had these voices in my head for a long time, they make it very hard for me to function." The words don't come easily to you.

"You're underselling it. You collapsed on our way here."

Luida looks up at Vash and then back to you. There is a strange look in her eyes, like she made a connection she can't say out loud. Her gaze moves back to you.

"Would the two of you mind making a quick trip to the lab? I'd like to run some quick tests so we can wait for the results while you eat and settle in. Unless you're awfully hungry now."

"I don't actually need to eat at all..." you say as you notice that you've pulled back from Luida's intense gaze.

"Oh..." she doesn't say much and turns around. "Well, off we go then."

"Aren't you hungry?" You turn to Vash, but he just shakes his head and squeezes your hand.

Luida takes a few turns, and after going up an elevator, you find yourself in a lab. The sight makes you shiver, but it doesn't fill you with the same kind of horror as seeing Brad. Vash waits for you to take the first step into the room, well aware of the meaning behind your hesitation. You appreciate him not putting any pressure on you. The headache in your skull has crept into every corner of your brain, but you try your best not to show it. You take a decisive step forward, nothing bad will happen to you here. If Vash trusts these people, then so do you.

Luida lights up the room and goes to a gurney. She starts setting up her own little work station with swabs, bottles, and syringes. She prepares herself as Vash guides you to the cot, and you sit down, your hand still in his.

"So." Luida pulls up her gloves and stands in front of you. "You, of course, don't have to do anything that you don't want to. Just tell me, alright? How about we start with a mouth swab?"

She picks up a swab and stands ready with it, but waits for you to nod and open your mouth. She drags the cotton around your cheeks and tongue before sealing it in a little jar.

"Would you feel comfortable with me taking a blood sample from you?" She asks carefully, and your eyes trail to the tools on her little station. You hesitate for a moment, but nod nonetheless. If she could help you get better, then you have to take this chance for Vash's sake.

Luida gently takes your arm and cleans a spot to draw blood from. Your eyes look away, and find Vash. He looks so tense, and you feel his hand like a vice around yours. He looks up to meet your gaze, and a smile appears on his face, but you know it's a mask, one he wears to hide his worry.

"Actually, I'm not sure the blood sample will do you any good. My blood turns into an ash-like substance if it's been out of my system for long enough." You speak without taking your eyes off Vash.

"Thank you for telling me. Guess I'll have to run the tests quickly." Her voice is kind and focused as she removes the vial. She walks off with it, and moments later you hear a machine turn on with a whirring sound. "Alright! Mind if I do a general little physical examination on you? Same rules apply as before."

"Sure." You turn towards her again, the pounding in your head making it harder and harder to concentrate.

"Mind if I shine a bright light into your eyes? Just to see your reaction to it." Luida says with a calm voice as she picks up a little cylinder from the table, "Also, Vash, could you go pick up the tablet for me? It's on the console, I need to take notes."

Vash nods slightly and holds onto your hand for as long as he can before letting go.

"Ready?" Luida waits for your nod before pushing your chin up a bit and shining the light over your eyes. It blinds you for a moment before moving on to the other eye. "Oh."

"What's wrong?" asks Vash as he returns, handing her the tablet.

"Nothing, it's okay." Luida won't let Vash interrupt her thoughts and simply continues speaking to you, "Could you maybe take the knives and sheaths off? Would make the next part a touch easier."

You unbuckle your harness and fumble a bit with the sheath around your leg, your fingers getting clumsier as your vision becomes blurry. Luida is about to pick up some other instrument, when you slump forward, the things stopping you from falling off the gurney are Vash's hand and Luida's side.

"Iris!" Vash calls out to you as your face twists in pain.

"Put her on her side!" Luida supports you as Vash does as he's told. Luida already has a stethoscope out and listens to your heart racing and your ragged breathing.

"This happened just a little bit ago too! When we were on our way here, she just collapsed like this! She's in pain. She has horrible headaches!" Vash's voice is filled with anguish as he holds onto you.

"Alright. I'll draw up some medicine that will hopefully calm her and take away some of the pain, but given her biology... I can't promise anything." Luida hurries over to the console and starts typing on it. A buzzing, like a vibration, comes off the tablet, and Vash catches a red text flashing on it, but he turns to you instead and bows down. He puts his forehead against your temple and takes both your hands into his.

"You're alright. You're safe, it's going to get better. Don't be scared. Come back to me. Please come back to me." His voice is low, and his eyes shut tight in his desperate plea. Once again, his skin touching yours seems to burn up, but he just stays like this, speaking encouragements to you.

Brad storms in through the elevator doors, tablet in hand, and hurries to Luida without paying any attention to either Vash or you.

"Luida! It's happening again, and you won't believe where it's coming from!" Brad exclaims as he tries to catch his breath.

"It's coming from inside the ship, isn't it?" Luida says calmly as she picks up a small vial that the machine had prepared for her. "Look over there."

Brad's eyes glance over to Vash hunching over you, and it takes him a moment to realize what he is seeing. He can see Plant markings glowing on Vash's face and neck, but more than that, he catches a small glimpse of your figure, with incomplete markings gracing your skin. They run down your exposed arms, sometimes in larger clusters, sometimes just mere veins, or nothing at all. The markings appear partially on your face too, but there's not as much there as on Vash's.

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Taken - Blue Moon Series - Chapter 9b

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Elder Cyrus

"What happened?" I demanded kneeling towards him just about to touch his back.

Gale quickly swiped my hand away from him and growled viciously at me.

My eyes widened to find huge bared fangs and jet black eyes staring into my shocked face.

"Gale?"

"What part of go away... does no-one understand... Ahh," he cut himself off with a scream and hunched over grabbing his stomach.

Then it hit me.

"Either you're having the worlds worst menstrual cramps," this caused him to glare up at me with those pitch black eyes.

"Or your starting to get really hungry," I said slowly.

"Don't worry about it. I've got this. Just leave me alone and make sure no one else comes to see how I'm doing."

"When was your last feeding?" I asked ignoring his last warning.

"It's none of your damn business," he gasped hanging his head and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Just tell me."

"You don't asked questions like that, Cyrus," he panted.

"Just leave, it will go away with time."

I was confused as to why I wasn't allowed to ask him that question when I suddenly remember a bit of a book I'd read about Vampire at the Elder academy.

It was considered indecent to mention anything about your feeding habits to others.

It was also considered an intimate transaction better left in the bedroom.

But for him to be this hungry it must have been a while ago and a hungry vampire was no better than a hungry wolf, if anything it was worse... a lot worse.

"You have to eat," I told him.

"It will go away"

"And that kind of thinking is what got you into this mess in the first place, isn't it?" I growled pushing him.

He was so weak that he just toppled over on his side and back.

I guess all the running we've done recently was catching up to him and somewhere deep down I felt a twinge of pity.

Dammit.

It was his fault I even experienced these moments of weakness for him.

"Come one Gale, tell me what you need?"

He turned his face away from me and I was glad slightly.

A least I wasn't the only one feeling pathetic right about now.

"Is it animal or human?" I persisted.

A long silence answered me and stretched on forever before I heard him sigh.

"Why are you trying to help me?"

"I don't know, quit asking stupid questions and just answer mine."

"Yours is a stupid question," he said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I don't know jack about your species so forgive me if I ask any questions to try and help you," I countered.

"It's useless, any blood I take now won't last me long anyway."

His dark brown hair with its shining highlights in the sun made a huge contrast with his pale skin, which looked icy cold now.

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

"The only blood to sustain me now would have to be my mate's blood," he finally said and I froze.

"Then why did you send Lakota away?" I asked slowly and he turned towards me.

"Because I'm starving. I'm not going to hurt him anymore that he's been through. I'd rather starve myself than feed from him in this condition."

His black eyes stared at me with an serious expression.

I watched him struggle to a sitting position with one leg bent up and the other angled on the ground.

"So you won't bite Lakota, even though it will sate you," I asked.

"No," he replied and I nodded.

"Then bite me."

This cause his head to snap up.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I don't joke, Gale."

He shook his head at me.

"Why? If you won't take from Lakota, then the next best thing is me."

"No," he forced this out in a hard tone and I felt a little offended.

"Well because of you, we're mated now too."

"And that is why I won't hurt you," he pushed to his feet.

"You don't understand. I'd rather die than take either of you at this moment."

"Well, I'm the best you got, Gale. Bite me," I demanded from him.

He staggered off pathetically trying to escape but I caught up with him easily.

"Gale. I'm not Lakota. You don't have to protect me or baby me."

He glared at me then.

"What makes you think I want..."

"Want my blood?" I interrupted him... feeling hurt.

He stopped then and turned to me fully.

"To treat you any differently than Lakota," he finished.

This made me paused before I sighed holding in the sudden emotions that raced through me.

Slowly I extended the nail on my forefinger and quickly without giving him time to react... I slashed the side of my neck.

Instantly his black eyes zeroed in on my neck as I felt blood begin to seep out the self-inflicted wound.

"I'm not going to let you starve because you're too scared to help yourself," I told him stubbornly.

I had no warning at his attack, one second he was a few feet away and then he was on me.

My back hit the ground and his teeth sank into my neck all in the same moment.

Gasping I could do nothing but let it happen.

The pain from his strike dissolved into a euphoric pleasure that totally consumed my body from head to toe.

It was then I was aware of everything about him.

His heavy weight, his scruffy jaw as it continuously ground against my skin sensually as he drank, his tight grip on my hips were painful and delicious all at the same time.

He was rough and gentle all at the same time.

His constant growls echoed in my ear as he sated himself on my blood.

I could hear and feel my wolf's tension fade away as we lay there accepted Gale's fangs.

I felt Gale suddenly loosen his jaw and I shifted a bit to see if he was done already but my movement just made him panic and reinforce his dominance on me.

I've never been the type to be dominated but for some reason my wolf let him have his way, which was highly unusual.

It was then I knew there was nothing I could do about him, there was no way I would be about to fight him for much longer.

Gale's knee slide up my thigh, spreading me wide for him.

Laying over me Gale began to grind his pelvis into mine and I could feel his shaft rub desperately against me.

"Gale," I groaned unable to keep it inside.

"Hmm..." he moaned through gulps.

Then his hand slid from my hips and traveled up my waist, caressed up my chest, nails scratching me over my nipples before traveling back down.

His thrusts against me became more wild and fierce.

It was as if he wanted to rub the barrier of fabric between us out of existence and finally feel my skin.

Not long after that thought I heard the sound of fabric tearing.

My eyes snapped open and the morning's cool breeze caressed my now free member.

"Gale," I breathed a warning.

His cold hand grabbed me and I jerked my hips up in shock.

He pulled at my neck at the same time as my shaft.

His other hand slid down my thigh, trying to touch me everywhere he possible could.

"We shouldn't," I wavered as his hand threw me into oblivion.

Again I was jolted into surprise when I felt the soft yet hard feeling of his own member braced up against mine and together they were rubbed in harmony.

I threw my head back letting the air catch all my cries of pleasure, giving a damn about who heard me.

My wolf was on the edge unable to hold back from immersing himself completely in Gale, letting him take everything he wanted.

My body seized abruptly, the combination of his hands, his soft fleshy shaft and his essence threw my body into a tsunami of pleasure and we both peaked in unison.

Gale finally let my neck go as he cried out with me and our bodies erupted between us, completely spent.

Gale rolled over on his back beside me and we said nothing, we just listened to the others erratic breathing.

Our spent fluids lay on my stomach cooling, mind racing, unable to comprehend what we just did.

All I could understand was that my wolf was purring his heart away, sated.

"Are you full?" I asked softly.

"Utterly and happily," he responded sounding calm and satisfied.

"Good."

I shot to my feet and tore my tattered pants off, using them to wipe away the evidence of what just happened from my stomach.

"Cyrus?" Gale question leaning up on his arm.

"I have to get back."

"After what just happened, you're going to try and ignore it?" he sounded slightly offended.

I closed my eyes before turning my back to him.

"I just need to be alone for a while. Okay?" and with that I shifted and took off through the tree line and found my way back to Lakota.

Even though I said I wanted to be alone I found myself wrapped around Lakota anyway.

If I was honest with myself... I loved every delicious minute with Gale but somewhere in me knew that it was missing something... something important.

'And that something... was Lakota,' I thought as I snuggled my muzzle up under his furry neck and immersed in his earthy scent.

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