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A friend showed me this...
So naturally all I could see was...
#the elder scrolls#esofam#my art#High King Emeric#sorry Emeric but you are a clown sometimes#what in oblivion is a nose cosy
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Monster AU - Selkie Clavell Lore
CW: Some violence.
Clavell was born in the seas of Cabo Poco, and often returned to its shores in the summers. He had many great memories here, even meeting strange news friends from the land and skies. They smelt of magic, just like him. He wondered if he would meet them again, and hoped to get to know them better.
As he waded in shallower waters however, Clavell was suddenly ensnared in a large net, and hauled onto a fishing boat. Fear grips him when his nose draws the smell of blood and magic, of family and kin.
"Caught this one just by the shore, boss!" A man yells, before pulling on something that drops him onto the deck with a painful thump.
Clavell's panic and confusion spikes when several men move to hold him in place. Between their rubber boots, he finally sees the source of the stench– a pile of Selkie pelts, bloodied and mangled. Their wearers were nowhere to be seen.
Clavell's momentary distraction is all the men need.
Suddenly, sharp hot pain stabs into the back of Clavell's head. He bellows and struggles anew as it travels down his back, ripping and tearing through his skin crudely. His seal cries become human screams as the men pull away at his ruined seal skin, revealing the bloodied and tortured human beneath.
The men shift to haul him below deck, but in a stroke of luck, Clavell let's out one last burst of magic, shoving all of them away. He stumbles his way past them and the pile of Selkie skins, feeling the long jagged wound on his back paint his naked form red.
Clavell dives into the seas, swimming away with unfamiliar limbs as quickly as he could.
Exhaustion, fear and pain eventually catch up to him however, and the dark of the sea swallowed him up. Clavell’s last thought was of the strange cries he'd heard coming from the ship's lower decks, wondering who they belonged to... before slipping into blissful oblivion.
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Clavell wakes to the gentle caresses of the tide by his feet, curled up on his side on the soft beach sand. Blearily, he sits up, wincing at the pain running down his back.
Touching it however, reveals only smooth skin and tingles along his fingertips. Clavell stands, confused and feeling awfully bare and vulnerable, wondering how he got here in the first place.
He can't remember anything besides his name, and knew nothing besides the fact that he was human. Glancing at the sea, Clavell felt oddly drawn to it, alas he had questions he wanted answers for.
Something felt deeply amiss, something he had lost.
It felt important, and core to his person, and wrong to be without.
Whatever it was, he had to find it.
So, Clavell turned away from the inviting but also unnerving seas, navigating through the forests on unsteady feet.
He finds an abandoned cottage by a small pond along the way, freshening up in the cool waters before stealing the spare clothes. In the shelves are abandoned canned foods, still edible, so he helps himself to it.
Starting a fire in the abandoned fireplace is difficult, but he manages through sheer will and that odd tingle in his fingers again. Strange, but convenient.
Warming himself up by the fire and heating up his meal, he charts an obscure plan to find a map of the land.
Surely, if he went around the place, he'd eventually find whatever it was he was looking for?
"What am I looking for anyway?" Clavell sighs aloud.
The cabin had been comforting and cosy before, but the quiet and his loud thoughts now made it feel awfully empty and lonely. His can of baked beans didn't help either.
They didn't taste terrible, but they weren't exactly to his palate either. Still, it was better than nothing. Eventually, Clavell curled up in some blankets with holes in them, falling asleep on the old bed with a full stomach.
He would figure things out in the morning, he hoped.
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Amnesiac Clavell eventually travels through Paldea, and winds up back on the same shores. Both drawn and unnerved by the human town and sea, he travels to the Lighthouse instead... and meets Werewolf Sada and Vampire Turo.
It’s very likely I’ll be adapting this au into an original story of ocs who definitely aren’t Clavell, Sada and Turo lmao 😂
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golden.
Remus rolled his eyes, "Look, you had to know this was bound to happen when you decided to walk into our meeting all cocky and shit, so get the fuck out." He shut up the whimpering, pitiful mass at the door with a swift flick to the temple- he'd face the consequences later, he wasn't supposed to terrorise every single curious individual interrupting their meetings (especially James, who often popped in to discuss a new prank- he'd have to understand that now was not the time), but he was never one to follow the rules, was he now?
Remus stalked back into the room, met by a giggling Sirius, who was failing miserably to cover up his laughter with the back of his hand. He mock-curtsied then sprawled himself over his chair, brushing the stacks of books on it to the floor, eliciting a disgruntled sigh from Sirius,
"I was sorting those for the library you insufferable git."
"Oops?"
Sirius' delicate laughter slipped out like tinkling fairy bells rustled by the wind and echoed throughout the cosy room, their little alcove where they would spend an afternoon every week in blissful oblivion of the deteriorating society around them, their escape into a world of utter peace. No they weren't doing drugs- well sometimes they were- but often they simply basking in the other's presence and the warm sun which almost always cascaded through the sheer, tulle curtains, falling on Sirius' face, causing him to glow an ethereal orange, his eyes sparkling, pools of liquid silver, crinkled ever so slightly at the creases, each long, dark eyelashes individually illuminated. His glossy black hair spilled over his shoulders- Remus could spend all day simply studying Sirius' features, each attentively carved by the most meticulous and painstaking hands, modelled from the silhouette of the most exquisite angels. All while determinedly avoiding Sirius' piercing gaze, his lips curled up in a questioning, "What?", laughing, brushing it off (keep it casual Lupin, don't fucking mess this up).
When asked why they would uphold this strange and trifling ritual to such a strict standard Remus would remark, hurriedly, "I just like spending time with my best friend!" although this was mainly to bruise James' ego (one had to do that sometimes to avoid his head physically inflating- Remus was always happy to oblige). As much as he hated lying to Lily (not out of any moral concern, more to his being an abysmal liar), there was no other option. She couldn't know the real reason.
Sometimes, Remus would sit in an armchair, tucked up in the most wonderfully bizarre fashion, upside down, one leg over the arm, one arm settled over his chest and the other fully extended, holding some book as far away from his slowly reddening face as possible, his glasses slipping down, or rather up, his nose, his curls brushing the floor near where Sirius would sit, devoting himself to his art, cross legged, sketchbook in hand, charcoal pencils on the floor near him, stowed carefully in their case- the slightest movement would break them, or so Sirius thought as he sketched away diligently, tongue sticking out, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly (Remus would watch him, watch his pencil move across the paper in swift, random, jerks, slowly forming a beautiful figure- he was utterly mesmerised by the process.)
Other times, Sirius would sit at the piano and play, as he was now- Remus would watch his hands glide gracefully over the creamy ivories, barely skimming it, his touch light, gentle- Remus wondered who else had played this piano before him, whose hands had graced these keys- who had listened to the mellow, warm, soft sounds flowing from the instrument, let it wash over them as Remus did now, watching it pooling at his feet, pleasant, golden, sparkling in the hazy, summer light- the room painted a comforting orange, warmth seeping from all corners of their hideaway, they were at peace, untouchable, anything could happen (but would Remus let it?).
For now he would fill his heart with simple melodies, lulling him to sleep, under the sleepy gaze of the sunset, with slivers of dark blue peppering the sky, the faint outline of stars dotted around like freckles, soft.
#remus lupin#remu#sirius black#wolfstar#it's about the pining#james potter#lily evans#marauders#marauders era#no angst#for once#rizzmus lupin in love#mwpp era#mwpp#dead gay wizards#guess who actually proof read this#not me#sorry#who knew remus could be this poetic#or pathetic#lol#put more effort in these tags than in the actual thing look at me being funny#i think#remus x sirius#sirius is being very artistic and I think that's great for him👍#<333#write write write
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Lightning - Negan (smut)
Request by anon: hey lovely! do you think you could do a really shy reader having sex with Negan?
Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Negan distracts the reader from the raging thunderstorm outside.
Warnings: smut, 18+
She visibly gulped, hands trembling as she unzipped his leather jacket, lips ghosting over his. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, mind overthinking every move of his, “Negan”, her timid voice made him smile, forest green eyes meeting hers, hands interlacing themselves with her trembling ones, “it’s alright, I got you”.
Both had been chasing one another for months, (y/n) had joined the Sanctuary a while ago, feeling more at home and welcomed than she had for years. Instantly he had captured her attention, the shy girl would mostly keep to herself, keeping herself busy with getting lost in fictional worlds, nose buried in books she had scavenged, only putting them aside as she’d have to work her shift in the kitchen.
At first he had barely noticed her, not feeling her longing glances on him, but as she had stumbled into him on a sunny afternoon Negan had instantly felt his insides burning, aching to touch her, to bury his throbbing length in her tightness. But even though his first instinct had told him to push her against the nearest wall and fuck her into oblivion, he wanted to get to know her, to slowly pull the shy girl out of her comofort zone.
By now, months after their first encounter, she was placed on the sofa in his quarters, barely dressed, drowning in his piercing green eyes. Negan was everywhere, his scent engulfed her, his hands wandering up and down her naked skin, lips caressing her jaw, he had lured her into his trap and there was no escaping. The room was pitch black, no light to illuminate their features, something she was rather fond of, hiding the skin she was oh so uncertain of from his eyes, not having to worry about disappointing him with the body she found herself worrying over.
But it seemed as if the savior had some other plans, he rose from the sofa, rolling his shoulders as he strode across the room, hands toying with the light switch. A soft, warm toned light burned down on them, Negan could clearly see her flushed cheeks, the nervous biting marks on her lips and those marks he had sucked into her flesh.
The sound of thunder roaring through the night made her flinch, senses working on overdrive, triggering a fight or flight reaction, she always had been terrified of thunderstorms. “(Y/n)”, he rasped out her name, not taking his eyes off her trembling frame, teeth tugging on his leather gloves, shrugging off the heavy jacket, “do you trust me?”. No words left her lips, besides a gasp as another thunder echoed through the night, followed by a flash of lightning.
Rain was pouring down from the dark night sky, clashing against the windows, distracting her from the tall and dangerous man that had invited her into his quarters what felt like hours ago. “You don’t need to be scared doll”, he couldn’t stop his smirk from spreading, “I’m sure we’ll find a way to distract you”. Negan hoisted her up, pressing her against his broad chest, arms protectively slung around her middle, “I’m sorry”, she felt pathetic, scared of a thunderstorm like a child, hiding away from the loud noises, finding shelter in the embrace of a man she wasn’t quite sure she could trust.
Negan was like a safe haven, protecting her from the clashing waves of rain, like a boat that would barely live through a storm, drowning as a few drops of water would fall from the sky, but he wouldn’t let her fall apart, oh no he wouldn’t. She’d chase the sunlight, bathing in it’s warmth, running away from shadows and the gruel tales they’d tell, she wasn’t one to find comfort in nature's loud sounds.
“I need to know that you trust me doll”, he wasn’t quite sure how far he could take it with her, Negan had never felt that mesmerized by a shy girl like her before, he wasn’t one to take care of other people, wasn’t one to go slow and loving, but for her he would. “I do”, (y/n)’s eyes fluttered close, trying to focus herself on Negan, all of Negan, every breath that spilled from his parted lips, every soft touch of his, drowning out the sounds of the roaring thunder.
His deep voice was like a serenade, it sung to her heart, cosying her along, giving her a reason to trust him, to give her all to him, like she had wanted for a long time, since the first moment she had looked into his entrancing eyes. “Good”, finally his lips met hers, electricity began to hit her, taking up every vessel in her body, alighting a fire deep inside of her. Negan's beard scratched against her skin, stubbles leaving burn marks behind as he kissed along her jaw, large hand cupping her core, smirking at the heat that radiated off her, clashing against his palm.
“Is this okay?”, he mumbled against her skin, finding his way back to her lips, he had to kiss her again, Negan was already hooked on her taste, never wanting to break their lips apart. She merely nodded her head yes, trying to let loose, giving into his touch, (y/n) choked out a strangled moan, hand finding his wrist, squeezing his slightly tanned skin. Negan had found some time in the last few days of July to let his skin get a bit darker, marked by the sun.
His fingertips danced along the outlines of her panties, thumb pressed against her clit, teasing the bundle of nerves through the soaked through fabric of her panties. Sure she had been touched like this before, praying that the boys would get it over and done with, never truly finding anything about the situation alluring, but with Negan it was different, completely different. He awoke emotions deep inside of her, slowly breaking her out of her shell, nothing there to hide away from his hungry eyes.
“I’m here, relax doll”, he mused, finally pushing her panties aside, cold skin touching her burning one, dragging his fingers through her folds, spreading her arousal on her clit. “Fuck, I want to taste you doll, want to dip my tongue into you, to properly explore your pretty pussy”, the words made her arch her back, sobs wrecked through her, panting out heavy breaths as Negan kissed her collarbones, hot tongue leaving a trail.
For a moment Negan withdrew his fingers, helping (y/n) out of her shirt, “ah”, he clicked his tongue, she had tried to cover up her chest, eyes focused on his chin, she didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes as he’d take in the sight of her body. “You’re fucking beautiful doll, don’t you hide yourself away from me”, his voice dripped with sincerety, praying that she’d finally get it, the need and desire he felt for her.
(Y/n) bit her lip, letting go of her boobs, visibly gulping, his gaze burned through her skin, goosebumps littered her body, overwhelmed by the different sensations. “Good girl”, Negan pressed his tongue flat against her nipples, toying with the hardening nubs as he slowly entered her heat with two long, calloused fingers of his. Her walls invited him in, slowly adjusting, swallowing most of his fingers, “oh god”, for a moment she felt ashamed to pant out those words, to let Negan explore her body like this, but his touch felt too good, distracting her from her overthinking.
Lightning danced on the sky, throwing a dark shadow onto his handsome features, looking more dangerous than ever, green, tantalizing eyes wandering over her frame, taking in every inch of her skin. “Doll”, he ripped her out of her thoughts, catching her uncertain gaze, “you can always tell me to stop”, Negan murmured, pulling his fingers out of her clenching heat, bringing them up to her swollen lips. Almost automatically she wrapped her lips around his fingers, cleaning them, tasting herself on his skin, “even though I sure as hell hope you won’t”, his raspy chuckle made her smile, she wouldn’t find the strength to tell him no.
Negan undid his trousers, he didn’t want to scare her off, moving rather slow, his length throbbed against his boxers, (y/n) tugged on his shirt, hands roaming across his naked chest, combing through the salt and pepper hairs, tracing the outlines of his tattoos. “You’re beautiful”, the words spilled from her lips before she could stop herself, “sorry”, (y/n) withdrew her hands, furrowing her eyebrows together. Wordlessly he captured her lips with his, pulling her onto his lap, “thank you doll”, he rolled his hips against hers, holding her still with his large hands placed on her sides.
(Y/n)s head rolled back, lips parted, it felt good to have him pressed against her folds, deliciously rubbing against the spots he had explored with his hands earlier on, she wanted more, needed all of him. “Please Negan”, she stuttered the words, he was still grinding against her, could feel his precum soak through the dark fabric of his boxers, the words that left her coaxed a relieved sigh out of him, he didn’t want to wait much longer, he had to have her.
She felt like she was drunk, body working against her mind, not thinking about any ‘what if’s’, the things that could go wrong, she was aching for his touch, drowning in the storm called Negan and the clashing waves of lust he brought upon her.
He took it slow with her, shoving her back onto his mattress, tugging down her last piece of clothing, his boxers followed her panties to the floor. By now both were completely naked, hot chests pressed against each other, “are you sure doll?”, god, he prayed to the gods above that she’d say ‘yes’, Negan wasn’t quite sure, if he’d find the strength to stop himself.
“Yes”, a tiny whimper left her lips, trying to swallow down the uncertainty that crawled up her body, pupils dilated as her eyes fell down to his member, he was big, bigger than anybody she had ever been with. Negan grasped one of the foil packages he’d keep hidden in his bedside drawer, rolling it down his shaft, “I’ll be gentle, I promise”. It took her a few moments to adjust, nodding her head yes as the burning sensation was getting too much, she needed to move, needed him to fully stretch her with every thrust of his.
The thunderstorm was long forgotten, somehow she found comfort in the noise of the raindrops pattering against the windows, drowning out the sounds that crawled up her throat, ripping out of her.
Negan was set on a slow pace, more painful than anything he had ever endured, he nuzzled his face against the crook of her neck, biting into the spot where her shoulders met her neck, distracting himself from the need to ferociously thrust into her heat. He gritted his teeth, panting against her skin, “doll”, the raspy moan that followed the word made (y/n) clench her walls, hands tangled in his hair, tugging on his roots, “faster Negan, please”.
Instantly he began to build up his pace, lifting his head off her skin, lips bruising hers, tongues fighting for victory as his skin slapped against hers. (Y/n) slowly found herself getting lost in his touch, the knot in her lower abdomen got tighter, she’d have to let go any moment now, screaming his name as his tip gazed at her sweet spot.
The pressure was getting too much for her, “I’m so close”, she sobbed, tightening her grip on his roots, as if she needed something to hold onto, submerged by the raging storm that carried his name.
The clenching of her walls urged him on, thumb adding pressure to her clit, pushing her right over the edge, orgasm raging through her, stuttering out his name over and over again. “Fucking hell doll”, he gave it a few more thrusts, getting lost in her beauty, face displaying the pleasure that soared through her.
His pace faltered, length twitching inside of her, releasing himself into the condom, collapsing right on top of her. Another thunder roared through the night, pulling them out of their trances, eyes finding one another, a smile tugged on her lips, she felt protected and safe in his arms, something she had been searching for a long time.
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A funny thing called Fate: Chapter 1
Pairing: Bryce X MC (Aisha Khurrana)
Word count: 2.6K words
Series Masterlist
Masterlist
Warning: None really, just some cursing
Author's note: Hello!! I am back with the first chapter of "A funny thing called Fate" and this time this is in Bryce's POV
Like I said last time, there would be time jumps so you will be seeing both- 16 year old Bryce and present day Bryce
Just a word of caution, 16 year old Bryce (according to me) is your typical bad boy who is a jerk and upholds his reputation and prestige as the most important priorities
I decided to take part in @choicesseptemberchallenge20 the prompt being- LOST
Also decided to take part in @choicesweeklychallenge the prompt being "I just... don't know. Honestly."
Both of them will be in bold
TERMS THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:
-> kanilehua: Motherfucker (I literally googled curse words in Hawaiian language so please forgive me if they are wrong 🤧)
-> okole: Butt/ Ass
-> budhiya: old woman in Hindi
Forgive me if I make any mistakes
10 years ago- Bryce's POV
"Aloha!!" Bryce's cheerful voice ran clear through the hallways as he approached his teammates, instantly capturing the attention of the people.
"Hey Bryce, my man." Jason, his best friend stepped forward and did a complicated handshake with him before patting his back.
"How was the summer?" Kai, his other best friend spoke up as he leaned against the lockers, his dark hair falling on his eyes.
"You know the usual. Practice and stuff. My parents did take us to Australia. The waves there are sweet." Bryce whistled lowly, remembering how he spent numerous days surfing at sea.
"What a lucky bastard. Do you think your parents would adopt me?" Jason asked causing Kai to chuckle.
At this point, they would want anyone but me as their son. A dark look passed on his face but he hid it behind the over cheerful and happy go lucky mask.
"So, what's up with you guys?!" He asked, smoothly changing the topic.
Jason began. "Well I for one, had a fun summer hanging out at the beach, enjoying the sun-"
"-having flings left, right, centre." Kai completed the sentence, snickering.
"As if you weren't the one who fooled around more. You broke so many hearts, Kai!!" Jason rolled his eyes.
"But I finally settled down, unlike your unsettled ass." Kai exclaimed.
"50 bucks you will break up with him in ten days." Kai narrowed his green eyes and smacked the back of Jason’s head.
"Wow, seems like I have some catching up to do." Bryce smirked.
Kai turned towards Bryce, suddenly serious. "Glad you brought it up. We have a proposition for you."
Bryce incredulously raised his eyebrow.
"Your two o'clock. Short brunette with glasses. Don't be too obvious."
Bryce ran his hand through his long hair and his amber eyes fell on the girl.
He leaned against the locker near Jason.
"What's her deal?"
"Apparently, she joined the school last year and has been on the low. Keeps to herself, certified nerd, teacher's pet and super uptight."
Bryce eyed her and he recognized that she was in his chemistry class last year.
Aisha Khurrana.
"Wait... That's Aisha. She was in my chemistry class last year. Introverted and quiet."
Jason did a double-take. "Wait really? Well, that makes it easier for us."
"Good. I will make y'all talk to her-"
Kai stopped him midway. "Woah, woah, woah. We don't want to interact with her. You are the one doing this."
"Will one of you kanilehua tell me what the fuck is going on?" Bryce asked, getting annoyed.
"After the legendary prank Ano pulled last year, it's time we step up. So while you were tanning your okole in Australia, Jason and I were brainstorming to come up with a better idea."
Jason continued. "So we decided that you could get her fall in love with you before the finals and boom! We could pull the prank on prom."
Bryce's eyed widened. "Woah, don't you think that's extreme?"
Kai rolled his eyes. "Please, Ano humiliated a teacher and exposed that he was having an affair with a junior. I don't think it's that extreme."
"What is this prank you have planned on prom?"
Jason waved his hand. "We haven't worked out the details but we have the entire year to do that. You on the other hand... Are running out of time."
Bryce's eyebrows furrowed. "And why can't either of you take this up?"
"Because Kai here is surprisingly getting cosy with Kaeo the jock from Sunset High while I am on the principal's radar for the shit I did last year. I am this close to getting expelled." Jason enunciated his point by touching his pointer finger and thumb.
"Jas... you're touching your fingers."
"Exactly."
"So will you take one for the team?”
Bryce sighed. "I just... don't know. Honestly."
“Bro, this could literally make or break our popularity bro. You don't want to be the laughing stock of the school, do you?" They asked with puppy eyes.
The peer pressure and the need to uphold his reputation as the golden boy made him raise his hands in defeat. His eyes glanced at the losers down the hall, who people were blatantly ignoring.
Definitely don't want to fall in that category.
"Fine. I will do it. But you will owe me."
"That's our boy." The boys whooped as they clapped his back.
Bryce's eyes wandered to his new target, finding her brown eyes staring right back at him. The flecks of hazel shone with curiosity but her face was impassive as if she didn't want to let anyone in.
Well, this is going to be an interesting year, Aisha Khurrana. Bryce thought to himself.
PRESENT
When Bryce woke up this morning, he didn't think his day would turn out this way.
Who would have fucking thought that the one girl you could never get over shows up at the hospital you are a surgical intern at?
Not me.
He was looking forward to this fresh start. A new city where no one knew who he was and he hoped it stayed that way. To hone his craft and become one of the best surgeons in the country. Anything to get rid of the stains on his name.
After Aisha left at the beginning of Junior year of high school, things were hard. Not that anyone was going to believe him but he actually loved her and no matter how many people he hooked up with, no matter how much he drank himself to oblivion, there was just no getting over her.
He often wondered- no believed that he had lost his one shot at love.
You only get one great love and of course, I had to blow it up, and for what? Popularity? Reputation? That already went down the drain because of my beloved dad.
When he finally got his head in the game and things were bearable, the scandal happened towards the end of the Senior year. Sure, he could hide face during the summers, lounging in his gaudy compound. But he could hear the occasional shouts and protests out of the gates of his home, reminding him that he couldn't escape the truth.
To distract himself from his dad going to trial, his mom selling out to the feds and his baby sister crying from the stress, he dove right into his studies, hoping to score well in his SATs so that he could get away from Maui.
But there was still one year of high school left, and that was fucking awful. He was relentlessly bullied at every turn of the corridor, got the stink eye from the teachers and people jumped away from him as if he was a social pariah.
Technically, I was.
Though his parents were very tight-lipped about the details of the case, it wasn't that hard to get to know more from the internet. And the fact that the people in his school always made it a point to remind him.
Aisha's dad was one of the people who worked for the company that got screwed over by his dad.
Bryce had given up after all these years that he will ever find her again. He often wondered what would he do if he were to meet her again. The apologies he would say and the monologue on how ‘he was never the same after she left’ had been practised over and over again.
But right there she was, half-naked in front of him, completely at the loss of words. His eyes wandered, making sure if it was the same girl from tenth grade. There was a nose piercing and he saw a little ink near a hip.
"Aisha?" He repeated, completely shocked, his jaw dropped. Never in his entire life has he felt the loss of words.
They stared into each other's eyes, chocolate brown eyes meeting his amber ones, completely lost.
But that moment didn't last for long because Jackie shutting the locker made them realize that this was indeed reality.
Aisha managed to snap out of her reverie. "Oh my fucking god, I don't have time for this shit." She rapidly threw on her fresh sets of scrubs and slammed her locker before making a move.
Bryce stepped in her path, blocking her. "What are you doing here?!"
Her eyes snapped up to meet his, the familiar fire and hatred flooding in those brown orbs. "Well, I could ask you the same thing Mr. I-will-become-a-lawyer. Now out of my way, I'm getting late for the orientation." Though she was short (5 feet 3 inches to be precise), she still managed to slam her shoulder against his chest and walk away.
"Oh My God!!" Jackie's voice resounded after a few quiet moments.
"Put a cap on it nose wipe." He muttered as he rubbed the area where Aisha slammed against him.
"I didn't say anything."
"Yeah but that expression says it all." He rolled his eyes as put his stethoscope into his breast pocket.
"But, for real. Who is she?" Jackie asked, inquisitiveness laced in her voice.
Bryce flicked her nose. "I found your nose in my business, why don't you take it right out?"
"Ugh. Fine. Keep your secrets. C'mon, let us get to the orientation before it gets over."
"Yap. Right behind you." The duo headed towards the main atrium and made their way towards the front so that they could hear the hospital chief. The rest of the interns were already gathered in front of the stairs upon which an impressive, statuesque woman stood and spoke.
That is Dr Harper Emery!! Bryce thought to himself, as the very thought of standing in the very same room as his inspiration made him giddy. He turned to talk but the excitement instantly vanished because thanks to his amazing luck, he ended up standing right next to Aisha.
The universe, what games are you playing against me? Bryce let out a sigh which caught Aisha's attention. She just gave an annoying glance and stared up, as if to ask why was this happening to her.
Both of them turned away from each other and focused on what Dr Emery was saying. "... because as of today, you are no longer students, You are doctors."
Aisha turned towards Jackie and whispered. "Psst. Who is that?"
Jackie whipped her head towards Aisha's short build. "I don't know if you are joking or are serious."
Aisha's ears getting red was the only confirmation Jackie needed. Her jaw dropped and she was physically incapacitated, unable to speak before she finally managed to string together words.
"Seriously? Did you learn medicine in the woods or something?"
Aisha's eyes narrowed and Bryce just knew that if he didn't intervene Aisha would absolutely roast Jackie and her lineage.
So, in a low voice, he spoke up. "That's Harper Emery, the hospital's new chief." A smile made his way on his face as he continued to talk about her. "She's a total badass! World-famous head of neurosurgery before she got promoted."
He turned towards Jackie, smirking. "Guess she's just a scalpel jockey too, huh?"
Giving a Cheshire grin she responded. "She's the only scalpel jockey who deserves rights."
Aisha gave a stiff nod before turning back towards the Chief.
Someone is definitely a ray of sunshine. Bryce thought to himself. His conscience promptly snarked. Bold of you to assume that this isn't your fault.
Brain... Stop. as he shook his head to shake off the guilt that slowly swirled in his chest.
"More will be demanded of you that you've ever experienced. Some of you will buckle under the pressure. Some of you will quit. But some... some of you will thrive."
"Damn... She is so inspiring... I feel like I can do anything." Aisha whispered, her brown eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Well then, can I inspire you to pipe down? I'm trying to listen."
"Can I inspire you to get your ears checked, budhiya?" Jackie looked offended but you could see the glint of amusement and respect in her eyes.
"Girls, can this fight wait until after the speech?" Bryce muttered.
"This is not fighting. This is us bonding scalpel jockey. Get on the same page." Jackie whispered causing Aisha to smirk.
"I give up. But please for the love of everything good can we keep it on the low." He shot a pleading look and they managed to shut up.
"You've been entrusted with a sacred duty: the care and wellbeing of every man, woman and child who enters this hospital. Are you ready?"
The interns promptly burst into applause and they look around, sharing excited smiles with their new colleagues.
Harper Emery raised her hand, to silence the applause. "You'll be introduced to your senior residents tomorrow but for now, you'll be partnering up for your first patients. Your assignments are posted on the board. Good luck, doctors!!"
Bryce swaggered up to his board and searched for his name and found out that he was paired with a Samantha.
Wait for a second... that name sounds fami-
"You?" He swirled around towards the feminine sound and as soon as his eyes landed on her, the memories hit him.
Him running his hands through her hair whilst they kissed passionately against the door of her apartment. Her running her hands down his abs and pulling him by the loops of his belt. Both of them lost in the sensation of each other and Bryce still had the scratch marks on his back to remind him of the amazing night they had the previous day.
"Sam? I didn't know you worked here!!"
"Well fate is a funny thing, isn't it? So apparently we are partners?"
"Yap and we need to take our cases from the residents and be on our way. Are you ready?" Bryce asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I was born ready baby." Sam winked as she started pushing her way through the throng of interns and Bryce followed suit.
When they finally were free, Jackie showed up next to him followed by Aisha and another girl who had a striking resemblance to Chief Emery.
"See you later meathead."
"Try not to miss me too much." He winked before glancing towards Aisha. Their eyes met and she immediately looked the other way, chatting with her partner.
"It's a beautiful day to save lives. Let's have some fun, shall we?" Sam asked her eyes twinkling which just made Bryce smile.
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It was going good so far. He had been allotted two cases that day. One with a routine appendectomy and the second one being a benign tumour removal from the right lung. With a cool, calm collected mind, the two of them diagnosed the patients, raising eyebrows.
"Dr Lahela, what is the treatment plan?" Dr Tanaka, the head of cardiovascular surgery asked.
"Well we are administering her with tumour shrinking drugs like bromocriptine so that we could decrease the size and then after a couple of days we will take her for surgery."
Dr Tanaka gave a nod of appreciation. Sam turned and held the young patient's hand. "Miss, you are in good hands and if you have any more questions you can always ask for us."
"Thank you so much, Dr Anderson."
They stepped out of the room and Bryce shut the door behind them.
"Keep an eye on her and do checks every four hours. Good job." Dr Tanaka turned on his heels and only when he was out of earshot Sam fist-bumped Bryce.
"The surgical society is back at it again."
"God Sam that was awful." He groaned as he pulled his pen out to sign the charts.
"Well, that just means I need to keep thinking of names for the dynamic duo. See you later byeee."
He shook his head and gave the charts to the nurses' station before whistling down the confusing corridors of Edenbrook when suddenly he heard a thud sound from the nearby supply closet.
Must be a doctor who is not having a good day.
He stopped before the door, contemplating whether he should enter or leave but his instinct to help overpowered and he cracked open the door to see Aisha leaning heavily against the racks, her back towards him. Her shoulders were shaking and he could hear her heavy breathing.
He was about to leave unnoticed when Aisha’s voice wafted over to him. “get in or get out. Don’t hold it open.” She glanced towards the door and Bryce knew that he could kiss his unnoticed exit goodbye.
Oh boy.
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And now the supply closet yikes yikes yikes okay now i will shut up heheheh
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not so mysterious : d.d / j.w
brief summary: following on from mystery girl, a few months have passed since david first met you. yet, your relationship with jeff isn’t as perfect as everyone seems to believe
part one
word count: 2k
requested: YES! the idea of a sequel was wanted so badly, but I also had a combination of requests that would just fit so well. one being a v angsty piece about jeff and another using the lyrics of ‘the less I know the better’ so here we are
warnings: angst, toxic relationships (but fluffy ending and christmas!)
* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0
(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)
** hi it’s been a while. i have this and one other christmas piece planned. initially i anticipated doing 12 days of christmas but life got in the way. still i hope you enjoy what is to come **
It still stung when David saw you both together. How Jeff was sitting next to you with his arm slung over your shoulder, seeing you lean into him naturally with a small smile on your face. He wished he didn’t have to see it, hear about you when you weren’t around. But that was the mistake he made, the loss he caused himself that night by not making the first move.
The pair of you had been dating for just over six months, which was a true surprise to everyone. You didn’t expect it to become anything, and neither did Jeff. As a couple, you were both pretty relaxed. At least on the surface, it all seemed that way but you knew the walls holding you two up were crumbling from the base up.
“Let’s just keep it together for the party.” Jeff tells you as he drives, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, causing his knuckles to whiten as you sigh.
Wiping your eyes, you force back the tears knowing your makeup will smudge. And if you walk in with messy makeup it’s not something Corinna will let you live down or hide with ease.
“Can you just forget I said it?” You ask him weakly, glancing over to see his jaw remaining tightly shut as he clenches his teeth. “It just fucking slipped out!” You try to defend yourself, but it’s no use. He’s not having any of it, he didn’t ask for it.
“I don’t want to argue with you now, Y/n.” Jeff comments as he exhales deeply, not allowing you to speak up as he pulls up outside of David’s house.
You open your mouth to apologise, but Jeff slams his car door shut before you have the opportunity.
Jeff walks ahead as you follow behind him. He forces a bright smile, and you remain reserved as David opens the front door.
“Hey!” He cheerfully greets you both. “Mind the mistletoe.” He jokes as you pass him, noticing how he’s focusing on your face and not your body like most guys tend to in these sort of environments.
Clearing his throat, Jeff reaches for you. “Come on, babe.” He mutters, snapping you from your private moment with David who scratches the back of his neck, lowering his head to avoid Jeff’s glare.
For the majority of the party, you find yourself avoiding your own boyfriend knowing once you both walk out of those doors it’ll be over.
“You okay?” Corinna asks as you zone out, the drink in your hand spilling onto your leg as you look down in a dazed shock.
Corinna rests her hand on your shoulder, forcing you to focus on her as she notices your eyes glossing over. She helps you to your feet, passing by David as he sits with Zane.
David rises to his feet as he watches you wipe your eyes, but Zane holds him back. “Just leave her be, Dave.” Zane comments with a small smile, one of few sober moments he’d have during the night.
Collapsing down by the bathtub, you bring your legs close to your chest. “Hey, hey,” Corinna mutters caringly as she shuts the bathroom door, running to you as she kneels in front of you. “what, what’s wrong?”
Sniffing loudly, you wipe your nose. “Me and Jeff,” Your lower lip quivers, not having admitted the truth aloud. “we’re over.” You state bluntly, feeling a dagger twist into your heart, forcing you to stop moving.
“What, why?” Surprise etches her tone as her eyes dart away. “What did he do?”
You shake your head. “He didn’t do anything,” You say slowly as you force yourself to take a deep breath. “I, I’m the one who ruined it by telling him I love him.” You laugh at your own stupidity, wiping your face as black smudges onto the back of your hand. But none of it matters, you no longer care.
“You told him that?” Corinna questions, looking up to see you nodding hesitantly before a small sob escapes your lips and she pulls you close, allowing you to collapse into her arms as your body shakes.
“He, he doesn’t feel the same, C.” You whisper, scared that everyone else will hear. “He never did, never will.” You admit as tears cascade down your cheeks, landing on Corinna’s hand as she wipes your cheek.
“You don’t know that.” She soothes, trying her best to provide some form of comfort.
Once again, you shake your head in response. “He won’t. He, he told me he won’t.” You shut your eyes, reliving the argument you had before you got into the car. “He said I was just a mouth he could use.” You repeat the words that sliced through you like acid.
As soon as those words left his lips the sweet romance you had blossoming died in an instant. Flowers withered into mulch, your heart cut its ties with your brain as it sunk into oblivion leaving you to fend for yourself as Jeff crushed your heart.
“I’m going to kill him.” Corinna angrily mutters, but you tighten your arms around hers.
She looks down, seeing your eyes pleading otherwise. “Please, please don’t C.” You implore, knowing she wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t want her to. “I’m just sorry for wasting everyone's time. For, for wasting Jeff’s time, for David, for everyone.” You exhale loudly, oblivious to David standing on the other side of the door with clenched fists.
“It’s not your fault for falling, Y/n.” Corinna tries her best to comfort you as she listens to your breathing haltering. “We sometimes fall hard for the wrong person.”
“I just wish I fell for the right person.” You think aloud, listening to the faint sound of creaking outside of the door as David quickly retreats.
David tries to act as if everything is fine with Jeff, but suddenly he is looking at him in a different light. He no longer sees his friend who is entertaining, a womaniser. He broke your heart, leaving you to pick up the pieces alone without offering so much as a helping hand or a broom.
“Everything okay there, Dave?” Jeff pats David’s shoulder only to have it quickly brushed off.
You walk out from the bathroom with Corinna who keeps her arm around you, and Jeff quickly catches on.
“She told you, didn’t she?” Jeff speaks up, raising his voice to catch peoples attention. “She told you that we’re over, right? Because guess what, she has eyes for someone else.” He points at you with a bitter note in his voice. “I thought we could’ve been somethin’, but I was wrong.” He mutters before patting David once more on the shoulder. “She’s all yours, buddy.” He scoffs, pushing David back before heading toward the door.
Taking a step forward, you weave through the crowd avoiding David until you reach the front door.
Closing the door behind you Jeff stands at the top of the driveway. “What the fuck was all that, Jeff?” You yell, lifting your arms up as he turns around to face you.
“What’d you expect, huh?!” He yells back with more anger. “You wanna lean on someone else, don’t act like it’s not true. I’ve seen the way you look at him, the way he looks back at you, Y/n.” He shakes his head, lifting his hands as he buries them into his hair. “I’ve been such an idiot this whole time.”
You remain still in disbelief. “Who? Me and, and David?” You stutter over your words, forcing a short laugh. “Come on Jeff, David is a friend.” You state, but Jeff shakes his head.
“He’ll never be just a friend, Y/n.” He tells you, moving closer into your space. “You know the first night I met you, I could tell you wished I were him.” He coldly comments in your face. “I just knew you regretted it, but it was too late.”
“Don’t say that.” You tell him with sorrow rising in your voice. “Don’t try and take this all back because you’re angry, Jeff.”
“I’m not takin’ any of it back, Y/n.” He laughs, moving away from you as he paces around. “All I’m saying is what I know, and that is the fact you might be in love with someone who isn’t me.”
The sentence hangs in the air around you, refusing to settle as you remain silent.
“Tell me I’m wrong.” Jeff demands, but no words leave your lips. “Exactly what I thought.” He mutters before walking off, leaving you stood alone in the driveway.
“Y/n?” You hear your name being called as a stray tear falls down your cheek.
Quickly wiping it away, you turn around to see David walking toward you. “Oh, hey.” You force a small smile, but David can see right through it.
“Is everything okay?” He questions, resting his hands on your upper arms as he focuses on your eyes.
You nod in response, but slowly change it into a no. Upon seeing your eyes glistening once more, David pulls you into his arms, refusing to let go. “Come on,” He mumbles into your hair as he guides you into the side entrance to the house and into his room.
Inside it feels cosy as a small tree remains illuminated as a fake fire plays on the TV. A giggle leaves your lips at his attempt of making his room festive, but you admire the effort. “Sure feels like Christmas just threw up in here.” You joke, looking up as David rolls his eyes.
“Least I made you laugh.” He smiles to you as he pushes back some blankets from his bed as you collapse down.
“Listen, I’m sorry for all that,” You apologise immediately, but David holds his hand up to object. “no, really.” You hold his hand, lowering it. “I need to say it now, otherwise I don’t think I ever will.” You shut your eyes, your hand still resting on his. “The first night we met, I do regret not spending more time with you. But, the more I’ve gotten to know you, the closer we’ve become and I wouldn’t change any of it.” You explain, and David nods.
He swallows the lump in his throat, focusing on you as you slowly glide your hand away from his. “Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?” He trails on, watching as you sigh silently.
“But,” You pause, opening your eyes to see a disheartened expression on his face. “I really wouldn’t change any of it. Not my relationship with Jeff, our friendship.” You state, motioning between you both. “But now I’m scared I’ve lost both.”
“Hey,” David lifts his hand up to your cheek, forcing you to focus on him. “you haven’t lost anything yet.” He swallows back his pride, knowing this is what would be best for you and Jeff. “All you have to do is talk to him, Y/n. Really talk to him.” He smiles, hiding is growing feelings for you once more.
“You think he’ll take me back?” There’s a slither of hope lacing your tone, and David smiles brightly, nodding.
“He’d be stupid not to.” He states, knowing if it were him he’d take you back in a heartbeat.
You shuffle closer, wrapping your arms around David. “You’re such a good friend, Dave.” You tell him truthfully, and David hopes you can’t hear his heartbreaking. “I, I better go.”
David watches as you rise to your feet and stand by his doorway. With the light illuminating you, you look like an angel, one who will never be his. “Thank you Dave,” You say as you blow a kiss. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Y/n.” He smiles softly to you, watching as you close the door leaving him in the dimly lit room with the pieces of his heart left to pick up.
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oblivion [raleigh carrera] [part four: addicted]
Part Three if you want to catch up
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Warnings: Mentions about drug abuse. NSFW.
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Raleigh woke up with Marina’s hair in his mouth. As his vision adjusted, he saw that she was curled right up into him, as close as she could get, with her knees pulled up to her chest. Raleigh felt a stirring in his heart but he pushed it down. Now was not the right time. Now was not the right time to think about his relationship with Marina.
He did wonder if they were back together though.
Stop it, Raleigh, he thought to himself. You’re helping her because you’re friends. You’re the only friend she has left. Fucking act like it.
He managed to disentangle himself from her sleeping form without waking her. Quietly, he padded out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen. The smell of coffee hit his nose. He saw that his mom had left him a note.
Gone to work, back at 11! Have a good day. There’s bacon for breakfast. Take a walk with Marina by the lake if she feels up to it. Love you babe x
She was a nurse at the local hospital which meant late nights and long, long shifts. But she loved it. His mom was such a people person; she loved to care for others. Her medical experience was one reason why Raleigh had first gone to her when he went down the rabbit hole. He didn’t trust anyone else -not even himself- to help him get out of it.
Raleigh brewed fresh coffee and got to work with cooking the bacon. He was so engrossed in actually doing a domestic task, something normal, that he didn’t see Marina quietly enter the kitchen.
He jumped when he saw her. ‘Jesus, Marina!’
She smiled apologetically and sat on one of the tall chairs at the kitchen island. ‘Bacon smells good.’
Raleigh felt relief. He was worried she wouldn’t want to eat anything.
‘There’s plenty here,’ he told her. ‘Have loads if you want. Coffee?’
‘Please,’ she said.
Raleigh poured her a cup then added two sugars with a slug of milk, just as she liked it. He handed her the cup and Marina took it. Their fingers brushed but Raleigh ignored the electricity.
Be her friend.
‘I’m sorry about last night,’ she told him, turning red. ‘I.. I guess I was having withdrawal.’
‘It’s okay, I’ve been there,’ he replied, dishing up the bacon onto a plate for her. ‘You just have to go through it. No escape.’
‘Great..’ she said dryly.
Raleigh smiled weakly. ‘You got me here with you. I’ll help.’
‘Thank you.’
There was a silence as Marina ate bacon and Raleigh sipped his coffee. Marina paused to look around the room. ‘Your house is beautiful.’
‘It’s not mine, it’s mom’s,’ he said. ‘I didn’t grow up here.’
‘Oh. But it looks so cosy and homely.’
Raleigh grinned and sat down beside her. His arm touched hers. ‘That’s because my mom is shit hot at interior stuff,’ he joked. ‘I bought her this house when my first album went platinum. It was the least I could do after everything she’s done for me.’
‘You bought her this house?!’ Marina cried, her eyes bulging. ‘Wow. That’s so generous.’
‘It was nothing compared to what she’s done for me,’ he answered, sipping his coffee. ‘I wanted to pay her back for being the best mom. When I was little, we lived in this tiny apartment. Electricity always went out and it was always cold. My mom took on so many jobs when I grew up so she could support us and I mean really crap jobs, low pay. But she always smiled. She never complained. But her dream was to live in a house like this. A house in Michigan with a picket fence and a garden. She wanted a home. So I bought her it.’
Marina was silent for a long time. ‘That’s really nice,’ she said. ‘Really nice, Raleigh. Most people would have bought themselves a house or something ridiculous like a luxury sports car.’
Raleigh chuckled. ‘Oh, make no mistake, I also bought myself a sports car.’
Marina grinned and shook her head. ‘Of course you did.’
They sat in comfortable quiet. Marina finished her breakfast and Raleigh finished his coffee. Raleigh tried to look casual but really, he was studying her for signs of withdrawal. No sweat, which was good. No shaking. She looked tired but so did he.
‘Do you want to go for a walk along the lake today?’ he asked.
Marina blinked. ‘The lake?’
‘Yeah, Lake Michigan,’ Raleigh explained. ‘It’s on our doorstep.’
He gestured for her to follow him. Curious, Marina followed him through the house towards the back where the French doors opened out to the back garden. Marina’s breath caught. The garden gate opened out onto the shore of Lake Michigan. ‘Oh my God!’ she shrieked. ‘I didn’t realise you had this view! Oh, it’s gorgeous!’
Raleigh grinned. ‘So you want to walk?’
‘Definitely,’ Marina said. ‘I’d love to see it.’
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An hour later, the two of them wandered along the shore of Lake Michigan. As it was late October, a few days before Halloween, the air was cold and the sky was grey with cloud. The two of them were wrapped up in coats and chunky sweaters. Marina wore a purple beanie hat and matching scarf which covered the bottom half of her face, just in case there were people taking a walk who might recognise her. She needn’t have worried; the shoreline was deserted apart from them.
‘How are you feeling?’ he asked her. ‘Honestly.’
She bit her lip. ‘I’m okay.’
Silence.
‘Marina-’
‘I’m fine,’ she interrupted, her voice now showing its razor sharp edge. ‘Let’s talk about something else.’
Raleigh thought he had fucked it up. He had taken this nice activity and ruined it. He was about to apologise when Marina beat him to it.
‘Sorry, Raleigh,’ she whispered. ‘I know you’re only trying to help. I do appreciate it.’
‘I know,’ he murmured. ‘I just want to be supportive.’
He jumped when he felt her take his hand. It was so small and delicate in his.
‘You are,’ she whispered.
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Later that day, their comfort was threatened by more of Marina’s withdrawal symptoms. She broke out into a cold sweat with goosebumps visibly blooming on her skin. Her breathing became ragged, more hitched, and she couldn’t stop panicking.
‘Hey, it’s okay, I got you,’ Raleigh kept repeating as he draped the duvet around her body and kept a wet flannel on her forehead. She was cold and hot at the same time. Raleigh was trying to regulate her body temperature. On the bedside table was a glass of water for when she became light headed.
Eventually, she fell asleep. After sitting with her for ten minutes, making sure she was still breathing, Raleigh dragged himself downstairs. It was almost dinner time and he needed something to distract himself from the situation; cooking always helped.
Outside, the clouds were turning black. Raleigh could see out the kitchen window that a storm was brewing and he was relieved to be indoors. Hopefully, Marina would wake up later and they could curl up by the fire and watch a film. Maybe they could binge watch a TV show. Marina adored Queer Eye; Raleigh wasn’t as keen on it but he would watch it with her if it made her happy.
He jumped when he heard the doors in the dining room slam.
Turning off the stove, Raleigh rushed through to the dining room to see Marina running haphazardly through the garden towards the gate to the lake beyond
‘Fuck!’ he cursed. ‘Marina, come back!’
But she didn’t. She kept running towards the lake, her dark hair billowing in the wind. Raleigh bolted through the garden to catch up to her.
‘Marina!’ he shouted. ‘Come back inside!’
His heart was hammering against his chest. He could hear ringing in his ears, not sure if it was from the howling wind or just his mind screaming at him to get her back. Raleigh kept running and was so close to her now, so close to touching her -
She was in the water. Striding with purpose, she had managed to get waist deep.
‘Marina, get out of there!’ Raleigh yelled, grabbing her arm. ‘It’s fucking freezing!’
‘Leave me alone!’ she screamed, whipping around to face him. ‘Leave me the fuck alone!’
Her eyes were wild. Her hair was being blown around her face, showing her cheekbones and angles. She looked like an avenging angel. Raleigh stepped closer, wading into the water, so he could calm her down.
‘Marina, it’s okay-’
‘You made me like this!’ she burst out, her voice sounding like someone was choking her. ‘You turned me into this! I don’t know who I am anymore!’
‘You’re Marina Cortez!’ Raleigh yelled, trying to make her see sense. ‘You’re the same person! We can get you through this-’
‘I don’t want your help, Raleigh!’ she interrupted. ‘Not really! I can’t even look at you properly without thinking about the shit you put me through!’
The clouds above them were black now and the wind was shrieking. Marina was shouting at the top of her lungs so he could hear her properly. ‘You left me! I needed someone in my corner, someone who could show me there were still good people in this world, but I had no one! I had fake friends, people who let me pay for dinner, drinks, their drugs! People who sold stories about me to the papers! Men who treated me like I was an object, men who wouldn’t take no for an answer! You left me!’’
‘I did it to save you!’ Raleigh protested. ‘I told you that. It was my fault you got into drugs, I thought if I left, you wouldn’t be tempted anymore-’
‘I loved you!’ she screamed. ‘I fucking loved you, Raleigh Carerra. At least if I had you, everything was okay, but you took that from me. You broke my fucking heart.’
Raleigh reached out to take her hands but she shoved him away.
‘You show up at the hospital acting like you’re my fucking knight in shining armour,’ she continued, her words like bullets into his heart, ‘when you’re the one who started this! You’re the one who bought all the coke. You’re the one who showed me how to use my credit card to cut it up. You’re the one who watched with a smug smile on your face as I took my first hit. It was all you, Raleigh! I know it was my fault to keep going down that path but I would never have dreamed of going down it if it wasn’t for you!
Tears were streaming down both their faces. Raleigh’s hands cupped her face and this time, she didn’t push him away.
‘I’m so, so sorry,’ he said, his voice cracking. ‘I take the blame for everything. I’m not gonna try and weasle out of it, I know this is my fault. I ruined you. I broke your heart and for that, I will never forgive myself. Never. But I still love you, Marina,’ he broke off to kiss her forehead, ‘I still love you. I love you so fucking much and I will never deserve you.’
He kissed her cheekbones and his lips travelled down to kiss her dimples. Marina was still crying and she clutched his wet shirt with her hands.
‘I love you,’ he murmured. He couldn’t stop saying it. Not now. It was like a dam had broken inside him.
His mouth caught hers.
Fire fuelled them both when Marina’s lips responded. She let out a moan as their kiss deepened. Tongues twisted and swirled, fingers tangled in hair, rain poured down brown skin. She tasted of vanilla and sugar; familiar. Raleigh pulled her further into him, no longer caring that water swirled around them and the clouds were turning the world dark.
All that he was aware of was Marina. She jumped up and he caught her, pulling her legs around his waist as he kept her suspended, their bodies pressed close. She tugged on his lower lip with her teeth, drawing out a low groan from Raleigh, and they kissed harder and more desperately now, desperate to make a connection.
With Marina still in his arms, he carried her back to the house, their mouths still crashing together, addicted to each other. The warm air of the house greeted them but Raleigh knew they needed to get out of these clothes, not for sex reasons but like hell did he want to catch hypothermia.
‘I want you,’ she murmured against his lips.
They definitely needed out of these clothes.
Raleigh carried her upstairs, trying not to trip up while still kissing her. He didn’t want to stop kissing; it was the familiar rush he loved and it had been so long since he had been with her like this.
They burst into the bathroom. Raleigh set Marina down and turned on the shower. ‘Get in before you catch hypothermia,’ he told her. Marina stared at him as she silently pulled off her wet sweater. Raleigh’s breath caught when he took her in. He watched as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off, throwing them to the side of the room. Her fingers latched onto the edge of her thong and she slid the tiny garment off, not once taking her eyes off Raleigh.
‘Hermosa..’ Raleigh breathed.
Marina blushed and stepped into the shower, leaning her head back so the water cascaded down her body in sheets. She turned to him, water dripping from her eyelashes, and whispered, ‘I don’t want you to get hypothermia either.’
Raleigh’s clothes were off in a moment. He got into the shower and shut the glass door. It was a small shower with barely enough room for the two of them; her breasts were pressed up against his chest. Their eyes lingered on each other for a long, charged moment before colliding again to continue where they left off.
‘This reminds me of one time we had..’ Raleigh murmured in her ear. He bit her earlobe gently.
‘I remember,’ Marina whispered, reaching down to grasp his cock with her hand. ‘I remember everything.’
‘Oh really?’ Raleigh asked, giving her a smirk. His hand slid down her slick, wet body until he stopped at the space between her legs. ‘Do you remember how easily I can make you come?’
Marina’s breath hitched. ‘Funnily enough, I might need a reminder.’
‘Happily,’ Raleigh whispered.
He pulled her up around him. Marina’s legs clenched around his waist and Raleigh pinned her arms up against the wall tiles. Positioning himself at her entrance, he teased her slowly, watching her eyes roll back.
‘Raleigh..’ she warned.
Raleigh smiled and gently eased himself inside, letting out a hiss as he felt her walls around him.
He was home.
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All the Better Part of Me (Human AU) - Part 7
(Previous) - (First)
Anathema strolled into the lounge, cleaning her glasses on the hem of her frilly blouse. "Both out for the count," she murmured. "Thought they'd stay up all night, the way they were running around…"
"Tired 'emselves out," shrugged Crowley. He'd sprawled out across his sofa in a tangle of limbs, head resting on the rather unwieldy sofa arm and sunglasses askew on his face.
"That's putting it mildly. I've never seen Adam so excited." Anathema slipped her glasses back up onto her nose as she shuffled around the room, picking up stray toys and rubbish the boys had left lying around. "It's nice, though. I'm glad he's got a good friend now."
"Yeah. Me too."
"And it seems you have as well." She fixed Crowley with a curious gaze. "I wasn't trying to tease you earlier - much, anyway. You do like him, don't you?"
"Ngk."
"Anthony."
Crowley's mouth twitched. "'S not...professional...to talk about that with my employee."
"Anthony," Anathema repeated, dropping to her knees in front of the sofa, "as your employee, I spend a lot of time around you, and I notice things. Namely, that you fucking light up like a beacon whenever you mention Ezra. I've not seen you this happy in years. Something about him is affecting you, and honestly, it'd be great if it carried on, because you're much less of a pain in the ass when you're happy."
Crowley shoved at her, groaning. "Stop it. He's just a friend, alright? Leave it at that."
She opened her mouth to argue back, but suddenly there was a long, repeated pounding at the front door, and they exchanged confused glances. "What on earth…?" Crowley flung himself out of his sprawl and gently shooed Anathema out of the way as he loped towards the commotion. A prank call, maybe, some kids being stupid…
Nope. It was a dishevelled, beaming, and very drunk Ezra Fell.
"There he is! My friend! He won't ridicule me all night!"
"Holy shit, angel. The hell happened?"
Ezra stared at him for a moment - then the smile dropped and he burst into tears.
"They're all so mean to me!" And he fell into Crowley's arms, sobbing his heart out.
Naturally, the best thing to do in a situation like this is to offer some sort of comfort. Maybe a pat on the back, or a firm, squeezing embrace. A few soft words of reassurance and some tissues to mop up the tears. Instead of all that, Crowley uttered, "ngk," and his brain promptly short-circuited into tartan-filled oblivion.
That was how Anathema found them a moment later, Ezra with his head buried in Crowley's shoulder, Crowley clinging to him with a sort of awkward desperation and, presumably, a look of help me in his eyes. Her own eyes rolling, Anathema flapped her hands at Crowley and took a sniffling Ezra to the kitchen, leaving Crowley to stand in the hallway looking utterly bemused.
Once he rebooted, Crowley realised what must have happened at dinner with Ezra's siblings, and he shook his head to dispel the last dregs of stupor before storming into the kitchen. Ezra sat at the island, wiping at his eyes with his sleeve and looking very wobbly atop the narrow stool while Anathema made tea.
"What did they say to you?" he demanded, grabbing for Ezra's hands.
"Anthony, calm down," Anathema sighed.
"No, sod off," he replied, childishly.
Ezra let out a watery giggly, more tears spilling down his flushed, plump cheeks. "Should have just gone home," he admitted, "but I - oh, I don't know-"
"Angel."
"They all think I'm nothing. Useless. An embarrassment to our family." Crowley's hands tightened around Ezra's, jaw clenched. "But," Ezra continued, "but they're right. Gabriel's, well - have you seen Gabriel? He's amazing, so clever and - and - but there's me, and…"
Anathema set a mug of tea in front of Ezra. "Let go of him," she said sternly.
Crowley withdrew with the least venomous glare he could bring himself to adequately muster. Every nerve in his body screamed to, well, scream "how dare they," possibly break a few things. He was good at that, breaking things. Only when Adam wasn't around, though.
"It's okay," Ezra murmured, diligently sipping tea. "I'm used to it." And oh, did that hurt a familiar pain. Crowley heard his mother's firm tones ringing in his ears, all her years of grinding her brood below her heel to shape them into what she wanted. Never able to question it, just going along with it, never being enough, wanting to be enough.
Crowley reached for Ezra's hand again, paused, drew back a moment later. "You don't deserve that, angel."
Ezra said nothing, but a few tears splashed into his mug, lips pressed tightly together as his body quivered with emotion.
"Calm now?" Anathema asked Crowley, who gave a low grunt. "I'll be in my room if you need me." And she swept off, the bracelets on her wrists jangling.
Now wasn't the time to dwell on his own family matters. With Ezra here, drunk and vulnerable, he needed assurance. Crowley gathered his courage and reached out again, patting Ezra's hand softly. "You alright?"
Ezra sighed deeply. "I suppose. Though the room is very spinny right now."
"How much have you had to drink?"
"Ah, now that -" Ezra held up a finger, giggling again, "well, that is to say, I - might have taken a very expensive Chardonnay, and told Gabriel I'd stick it up his smarmy arse if he protested." Crowley burst out laughing; how could it be possible for this sweet creature to use even the mildest of profanities? "I believe I had two glasses with dinner, and then the bottle on the way here, so…oh dear, that's quite a lot, isn't it?"
"Might be able to out-drink me, angel," Crowley grinned. Now that was difficult to do. Most reporters had learned that the hard way. "Stay here tonight," he offered, "you're not walking alone and I love the Bentley too much to risk you chundering in it. I'll get the spare room ready for you later, yeah?"
"I don't want to impose-" Ezra spluttered.
"I don't think you ever could. 'Sides, Warlock'd love to wake up and find you here. And, uh, I don't have a spare booster seat in the car, so...heh. Forgot about that."
Ezra pondered, staring into his tea. Crowley couldn't help but sigh in relief to see his tears had stopped.
"Yes, alright then," Ezra said. He looked up at Crowley, smiling broadly, if still a little watery - Crowley might have kissed him senseless if he lacked even an ounce of self-restraint, if he knew more about this peculiar man that had somehow become his friend, knew more about what way he swung, if he swung at all.
No, it was too good to risk.
He patted Ezra's hand again. "It's still early. Reckon I might have a few drinks myself. That okay with you?"
"It's your home, darling. Don't stop yourself on my account."
Darling.
Oh, Anathema, you bastard, you’re right.
~*~
The misery of the evening had been promptly forgotten practically the instant the last of the tea vanished down Ezra's throat. He really did feel better - well, still spinny, of course, but no longer with the solid feeling of abandonment lodged in his heart.
He'd popped his head round Adam's bedroom door, just to see how Warlock was doing, and almost cried again to see the boys topping and tailing in a completely ridiculous sprawl across Adam's bed, cosy in the depths of slumber. Crowley had had to drag him away lest he barge in and sweep Warlock into a tight, drunken hug.
And now, with the lights dimmed, doors closed, and rock music playing quietly from surround sound speakers, Ezra and Crowley were laughing and joking whilst enjoying a rather splendid Châteauneuf-du-Pape, the year of which Ezra couldn't recall, nor did he particularly care at present. All he cared about was the smooth, dark taste slipping down his throat, the blessed comfort of the sofa beneath him, and the bright, mirthful tones of Crowley's voice on the other side of the upholstery as he rambled.
"-An' I said, I said - shit, what was it now - oh yeah, that it was the whales! Massive brains! Brain city, angel, 'm tellin' ya."
"Well, of course," Ezra giggled, toying with his wine glass. "Quite big creatures, aren't they?"
"That's m'point!" Crowley gesticulated wildly with his free hand. "Huge! An’ - an’ - shit, where was I going with this…?"
"Whales, brains?"
"Oh, yeah. But then it goes into - into - right, fish ‘r mammal? No idea!” Crowley burst into raucous laughter, almost falling off the sofa in the process. His glasses had come off at some point in the night, revealing the eyes Ezra had been so interested in, but hadn't dared to mention, since he first saw them, the first time he came to the apartment. Amber, they were, or golden, perhaps, with distorted pupils, almost like that of a snake. They were oddly beautiful, if not immediately eye-catching, pardon the pun.
"Anthony, dear fellow." Ezra found himself putting his glass down and scooting closer. Crowley blinked at him, eyelashes fluttering, but said nothing. "May I - I wish to - um…" He shook his head and, without waiting for an answer, raised his hands to cup Crowley's cheeks. The man froze, a choked noise in his throat that Ezra hardly heard as he brushed his thumbs just below Crowley's eyes. "Why do you hide these? They're lovely. Very striking."
Slowly, Crowley lifted his own hands, slender fingers closing around Ezra's wrists. "Have to," he replied. "They hurt otherwise."
"Hurt?"
"Yeah. Light gets to 'em."
"Oh, darling, I am sorry."
"Don't be." Crowley lowered Ezra's hands gently. "Had it all my life. Got a name, uh, colour - colo - coloba - fuck it, can't say words when m'drunk." To Ezra's slight disappointment, Crowley fumbled for the sunglasses lying on the coffee table and jammed them onto his face. "'S better."
Had Ezra gone too far? Even drunk, he felt the gentle pang of guilt, of causing Crowley discomfort in his own home. Dutifully, he shifted backwards on the sofa, putting space between them. With a bleary-eyed glance at the clock, he saw it said two o'clock in the morning. "Oh, goodness me. It's late all of a sudden. I should - well, we should go to bed."
Another choked splutter from Crowley, but after a moment he muttered, "Yeah. Course. Late. Um, I'll set up the guest room - wait here a sec…" And on wobbly, spindly legs, Crowley exited the room.
It was sweet of Crowley, Ezra mused, to let him stay. A funny, tense sensation in his chest had balled itself up there over the course of their drinking session, and he couldn't quite place it - but he knew who could. With a resolute nod, he pulled out his mobile and, with much squinting and pressing of wrong keys, finally typed out a coherent message to his best friend.
"Tracy, darling, I must talk to you asap."
#tia-lew writes#fanfiction#human au#ineffable husbands#good omens#otp: ineffable#aziraphale#crowley#work in progress#fanfic excerpt#slow burn#crowley is a dork#aziraphale is a precious drunk boi and we must protect him at all costs
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The Thing She Loves The Most
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Summary: Five years can change too many things, too many lifes and even though Natasha Romanoff thought she was the only one who wasn't going to be able to move on, the night she found out her best friend had become a murderer changed everything.
Notes: Nope I don't own Marvel, nor anything related to it, just the story.
Spoilers ahead, so read at your own risk. And, if you are a Romanogers fan who is very pissed off at Endgame, please let me know so I can write more.
Enjoy it.
The period of five years meant different things to different people: happiness, destruction, despair, compromise. For most it was a difficult beginning, for others it seemed to be just a vast oblivion and for Natasha Romanoff, a great part of this time had meant sadness and guilt - only for being alive of course, whist many were gone - until one call changed the course of her day and eventually, the course of her life. It had happened exactly three years after the battle against Thanos, when Rhodes finally found out who was committing all those mysterious murders and she somehow ended-up at Steve Rogers' door, crying her heart out and babbling about how much she had failed everyone including her best friend, Clint Barton.
After that night, Natasha decided that it was time to follow with her life, for better or for worse and do something about the pain that was killing her inside. She had never thought that losing the Avengers would do this to her, but then she had also never realised how much they meant to her until they were gone. Feeling that much wasn't usual to her, she was a spy, she had a story of cruelties in her life that probably should have taught her to be stronger than that and yet, she wasn't. It was the main reason why she chose to move to the country side of England just a few days after learning what Clint had turned into, truth be told Natasha wanted to help him, but her friend had turned into a ghost who left no trail behind and as much as she tried, she could never get to track him in time. Whenever she got a clue to follow, he was already gone. Just like everyone else.
So now, this is the brief tale of a spy who had a bigger heart than people judged and who lived the uncertainty of the future, the challenges of the destiny and, mainly who loved and lost just to learn that in the end you will do anything to protect the thing you love the most.
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It was April when Steve Rogers found the letter under the desk. He had been there a million times since she was gone and for some reason he hadn't noticed it until then, maybe because he had never missed her so deeply that he decided to pick up her ballet shoes, left behind in her hurry to leave. The envelope was blue, her handwriting black and elegant, just like her, but none of the words written inside served to soothe his aching heart. All the people he loved had disappeared and she just decided to go away without saying a word when they needed each other the most? Steve couldn't understand it, but then he had never fully understood Natasha, he only knew that he cared about her like no one else in the world.
What was written behind the envelope, however was something that he not only could, but did use. An information, an address, long forgotten along with all the dust. It had taken him across the ocean through a long flight and some more hours of driving, but for someone who just needed a friendly talk, a good old teasing and an exchange of painful smiles, it was all worth it. Steven, however, couldn't say it was the kind of place he had ever imagined Natasha living in, it was too quiet and too small for such a dynamic woman like her and yet, once he reached the cottage he knew she was there.
The air had her perfume, the curtains were dark as she would have liked and the door was painted in a beautiful shade of grey, which made him smile as he lifted a nervous hand up to knock twice before hearing her speaking for the very first time in almost two years. Steve couldn't understand what she said, but it was her voice, he would recognize it anywhere. Then came the steps, the sound of the door being unlocked and suddenly she was standing right in front of him: hair half-red half-blonde, cerulean cardigan, sweatpants and black socks, the perfect image of a very angry version of Heaven.
"What are you doing here?"
The voice was shaky, teary and impossibly rude all at the same. Without knowing what to say at first, Steve pulled her letter out of his jacket's pocket and Natasha gasped.
"May I come in?"
She looked around, once, twice, a bit neurologically which seemed weird to him, but all Steve wanted was an explanation and maybe a good talk over a couple of tea cups and sandwiches, so he didn't mind it at all. He stepped inside the house, noticing how homely and totally unlike her it seemed from there, the cosy living room bringing him a kind of warmth to his heart that he didn't know where could be coming from. Natasha in the other hand, was looking very cautious and cold, she went straight to the couch and took a seat, resting her feet on the coffee table as she stared openly at him.
"I've only found the letter a few days ago," Steve justified himself. "You almost killed me of concern, Nat. Why did you go away?"
She looked down, taking a deep breath and clearly avoiding his glare.
"Everything was so confuse, so painful... I couldn't take it anymore," she whispered. "I'm sorry."
When Natasha looked up, Steve could see the trail her tears had done in her cheeks glowing in the lights. She was silent, but not peaceful and it was enough to make him move towards her, taking a seat on the tiny table and covering her cold hands with his.
"Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. I do understand you, Nat, I just wish you could have talked to me. That's all."
There was a sniffle and she pulled her hands away from his, looking up at the ceiling as she allowed her more tears to fall down. She was broken, he could see, probably more than anyone else. Natasha opened her mouth to say something, but a loud wail interrupted her, making her head turn as she jumped from the couch, rushing in the hallway's direction and disappearing through a door, leaving Steve to his shock at the noise. He was trying to make sense of it, telling his brain that it got the wrong information when she came back holding a child and his heart lost its pace.
Steve blinked three times, but the image was still the same. He stood up, watching her in awe, wanting to ask away everything that came to his mind, however he couldn't, not when he was seeing the sarcastic, sassy Natasha Romanoff soothing a toddler. She was whispering to him - because it was a boy, he could see - murmuring in Russian, and kissing his red hair as she stroked his back. The truth was being slapped in his face but yet for the ever intelligent Captain America, it wasn't clear at all.
"It is time for you to go home, Steve," Natasha said and her words suddenly broke his state of shock.
"Who is this?" He asked, pointing at the child in her arms, which made her stirr. "What? Are you going to tell me you've got a job as a nanny just for fun?"
"No," she answered louder than before, her voice sounding strong and decided. "I'm not a nanny, he is mine."
"Yours?"
The baby, who at this point had already stopped crying, turned around to see him, laying his small head in the crock of Natasha's neck. His eyes were blue, his mouth thin and pink as it sucked a thumb, a beautiful child indeed and one who certainly resembled her, but still he could remember those late night talks during the missions and the times Natasha had described what had been done to her and it made him certain that she was lying. The Black Widow couldn't have children.
"Yes, mine. Now go, Steve, you shouldn't have come here in first place."
"You left me a letter," he pointed out.
"Well, yeah, but it was before... Before I knew."
His face was contracted in a weird grimace as he tried to place all the puzzle pieces together, heart racing and mouth dry as his brain continued to work towards an answer. He took a step into her direction and Natasha took another back, covering the child's face with her hand, very gently.
"You can't have children, you've said it yourself."
"I know, but apparently there are exceptions," she murmured. "I now know I can conceive with people who have gone through those horrible processes. Just like us."
Then there it was. His breath got caught on his throat as things finally made sense and the images of Natasha naked in his arms whimpering in pleasure crossed his mind. Steve's eyes fell to the toddler she held and the redhead took her hand away from his face so he could take a better look, his pulse quickening when he recognized the nose and the ears he was seeing in the child's face as if he was looking at a mirror.
"What is his name?"
"James," Natasha answered. "Your son's name is James."
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Answer all the questions, 1 to 50! :-)
this was awful i hate you (this is a lie i'm desperate for any interaction 😂)
1. straight
2. not really obsessed with anything atm
3. never done drugs no
4. i'd like piercings in my ears, my nose and my lip i think tbh
5. not many lol
6. dream home would be cosy, warm and with a lil garden, big enough to have at least one pet lol
7. i'm jealous of anyone confident or hot lol
8. binge show is definitely futurama or dragon ball
9. no because i'm an innocent good boy
10. i do not, i have zero shame even though i probably should
11. i would go somewhere not locked down and with a body of water i can sit by
12. not sure what fantasies means exactly, but i'll go with being happy and safe lol
13. nah i wouldn't want nip nops done
14. i have no idea, that's a ton of money, i would save a bunch and give some to friends and charity lol
15. i am not
16. i do because the innocence didn't last
17. nope no anger here
18. i would like a lot of tattoos, not sure what, i think i'd like an oblivion gate symbol from es4
19. nah i don't think so, i've gotten used to my name now lol
20. still not obsessed with anything
21. i have lots of best friends, they are all wonderful and make my life infinitely better i love them all lol
22. i'm too awkward but most of the people i follow are hot lol
23. korn, daughter, linkin park, paramore & three days grace
24. i'd like to visit prague, italy and japan
25. perfect friday is a game or movie, talking with friends and hanging out with a drink or two
26. fave season is probably autumn i think
27. pet peeve would be ignorance and rudeness
28. funniest person would be tied for like 3 of my friends lol they're all great
29. uhhhhh i have no idea
30. again i'm too shy i like all of you lol
31. paper books rule, holding a book is much nicer for me
32. i would like to live in middle earth but preferably minus the whole huge war thing
33. i would probably dress like a 90s grunger lol
34. i like basic bitch coffees ngl
35. i have crushes on anyone who is nice to me lmao oops
36. i'm just glad to be friends with my ex, she's lovely <3
37. i do not have tattoos. yet.
38. i do drink, but not often
39. no comment chief
40. yes many of my mutuals are extremely pretty and nice lol
41. i have 616 followers, i think about 500 are bots lol
42. hottest person i know? oh man, they're just so hot you don't even know 😍
43. i don't think i have any guilty pleasures i just like what i like lol
44. i do not read erotica
45. i have never been on a bad date
46. i follow 651 blogs
47. god i have no idea honestly
48. ideal partner is someone nice, who can tolerate my stupid ass and would be happy to grow with me
49. i text my friend kate more than anyone i think
50. best weather rain during the hot summer, it's so good
thank you whoever you are this kept my busy for a while lmao
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Tired (Wonho x Reader)
Admin: Mimi
Prompt/Ask: hiii 😄 can I have a fluffy Wonho scenario where he is really tired and stressed and he falls asleep on you while you're playing with his hair? thank you 😄🙆
Fandom: Monsta X
Genre: Fluff, angst
Pairing: Wonho x Reader
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 1122
Authors Note: Ah finally! I get a request for my bias and my one and only, Wonho! We’ve had requests before, but they were all smut, and they were passed onto Candi (the queen of smut) because I was either too busy with other requests or I felt inadequate to write the smut (I don’t feel like I’m the best at writing smut :( but hopefully I’ll improve and write something good for my husbands!), so the first fluff request we got I jumped at the chance at writing it! Let me know if there are errors, and happy reading!
Ever since he was a little boy, playing in his living room with the music full blast and his mother recording his ‘grand performances’, Wonho knew he always wanted to be a singer.
Performing was just always something that was in his blood. His earliest memories include him squawking out the lyrics to a one of his mother’s favourite songs at an ungodly hour, dancing around in a frenzy and swishing his tiny hips to the beat.
Singing and dancing is something that Wonho always found himself doing. While some may have discouraged his ambitions to pursue a career in the entertainment industry, he brushed them off like lint on his shoulder. As he saw it; it was his dream, his passion, and he wasn’t going to let anyone drag him away from reaching for the stars.
So, when he finally got his wish and became a member of Monsta X, he was over the moon. He found himself a new family with a great bunch of guys, found a place where he can improve and showcase his singing and dancing abilities for the world. And he couldn’t be happier.
Well, maybe he could.
He knew the path to stardom was not going to be an easy one, but when he entered the idol life, he never really expected how utterly draining and exhausting it was. Where dancing and singing were once his love and joy, after starting work as an idol, they just seem like more of a chore than anything, his schedule consisting of singing and dancing, and dancing and singing, and more singing and dancing with the occasional interview or video shoot mixed in.
Now, if you were to assume Wonho didn’t love his job anymore; you were absolutely wrong. He loves what he’s doing with all his heart, and thanks any gods listening for gracing him with the opportunity to live out his vision.
But he just can’t help feeling…tired of it all.
It gets too much at times – do this, do that, go here, go there. He feels more like a robot when he performs now than the boy who had his aspirations set high at a young age. He just feels so lifeless now, a puppet being handled by the master to please the audience. He wants that spark back, that tickly feeling in his tummy when he sings perfectly, the good, erratic beating of his heart when he completes a choreography without a foot out of place.
It's hard to find that special feeling again when everything is just being piled on you. He feels like Atlas, holding up the world on his broad shoulders.
And sometimes, just sometimes, he wants to leave it all behind. Because it’s too much for him to bear; the work, the spotlight, the stress.
But he’s not giving up. Even when it feels like the torture will never end.
But he has his terrible, doubtful days. And today happens to be one of them.
A morning chock full of interviews with shows and radio stations he’s never even heard of, woken at hell no o’clock in the morning, putting on his charming smile and lovable personality. When all that has been completed, his wishes of getting the rest of the day off were not answered, and instead he was shoved into the dance studio with the other boys to learn a whole new choreography by the end of the day before they can head home.
Moaning and groaning as they did it, the group spent too many gruelling hours perfecting the moves and their synchronisation, but when it hit 11pm, they were finally released from their labour, from their prison, and Wonho nearly wept with relief. Going home meant going back to you, the only person other than his bandmates who he can be real around. He just needs the energy to actually make it back to your apartment without collapsing.
He was just so unbelievably tired.
Tired of it all.
Turning the key in the lock of your apartment, Wonho practically threw his gear bag to the side when he entered, soaked in sweat and muscles screaming at every move he made. He shuffled wearily through the apartment until he walked into the living room and spotted you.
You looked so cosy, curled up in a soft blanket, watching whatever Netflix had to offer you with a mug of something hot beside you. You always stayed up for him, despite how late he knew he could be at times, without a doubt he knew he’d come home to you, awake and a gentle smile on your face, and Wonho felt his heart swell at the thought. He knew he should go shower off the sweat and stress of the day, but right now, he just really needs you to hold him close because he’s had a rough day, and only you can make it better.
Without a sound, Wonho makes his way over to where you sit on the couch, and promptly crashes horizontally across it, resting his head in your lap and nuzzling his nose into your stomach. He hears a sweet little laugh leave your lips, and sighs in content when you bend down to press a kiss to his head. He feels you shift around until a warmth encases his body, and he realises you placed your blanket around him, making him smile and his heart skip a beat.
“Bad day?” you ask softly, and Wonho doesn’t reply, nudging his face further into your tummy and he shuts his heavy eyes.
He practically purrs when he senses your fingers beginning to thread through his hair, pulling smoothly on any knotted strands, nails lightly scratching at his scalp sending him into an oblivion of pleasure. He loves this, how you know how he’s feeling with a simple look, how you know just what to do to make a bad day better. He needs you, he knows he does, for you are the light in that shines for him when he’s at his darkest, always shining your love and care on him when he needs it most and when he feels he doesn’t deserve it.
He loves you, there’s no doubt about that. You’re a constant in his life; not even dance or music could ever compare to you.
You continue playing with his hair, so delicately and tenderly, and it’s just what needs. His body becomes drowsier, succumbing quickly to the bliss of sleep, even more perfect when he’s wrapped up in your arms. He can worry about showering in the morning. For now, he basks in your attention and care.
He’s with you, and it’s enough.
He’s tired, but you’re there to hold him.
Always.
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Ludicrous Space Odyssey-Chapter VI: In enemy territory
Ryu grunted, jerking her sword from guard's arms before slowly walking onto the ship. This whole thing could've gone extremely bad if not for Sere's connections and Ume's speech skills. Initially, they were the only one left at the scene so cops simply took them in, planning to make them face the investigation and trial. But, getting a one on one meeting with the head of security, Ume managed to talk pursued her in letting them go; not without transferring quite a sum of credits from his personal account and giving her his contact information, of course.
Once they would get back up to Tetryl Gekido, Sere would get them a cosy, and kinda small ship with which they would be able to fly off from the planet in search of that damn Elven terrorist. "My my, you are quite loud, aren't you?"
Sitting down in one of the back seats, she shot quite a glare at Sere who tried to be too sassy for his own good, practically grilling the poor guy right there and then. "I suggest to not say anything, she is still angry." Ume intervened, throwing a bottle of soda in Ryu's direction before closing the door behind him.
"Angry? What about? She got alive out of that explosion and managed to get from the cops. What to be angry about?"
"She didn't manage to fully defeat her. For Oni such as herself, it is annoying." He said with a chuckle, taking a seat at the front as he started the vehicle up uncomfortably before looking over at Sere as autopilot was turned on. "So, you said we can track that arm down?"
Nodding, young and flamboyant Siren would take a seat next to Ume, looking down at the screen of his datapad. "Yup. They are the Elven terrorist so they have a thing for using only 'authentic and old school Earth technology; therefore, it is pretty shit and is easy to be tracked." He said, going over all the information from any ship that left the territory of the planet in last few hours before finding the one with an unusually high reading of electricity. "There. Any planet leaving Tetryl Gekido is tracked, just in case. Tracker usually wears off in few hours, so no one would suspect anything. This should be enough for us to get them."
"Damn, they are serious about it, aren't they?" Ume sighed, looking at the datapad as well as he read that the ship was quite big and bulky, fitting a bill of a true military vehicle for transporting troops during emergencies. "Stupid for using such obvious things but hey, if left untouched they can get pretty dangerous."
With the ship set on its course, the three of them could finally relax a bit; or at least one of them could. While Sere was busy with tracking down the ship and making sure they would get the signal from the ship once they are close enough and Ume was busy checking on the news to make sure nothing happened to, well, anything Ryu was simply...sleeping. Laying on a bench that was meant for at three to four people, she could barely fit on it hugging her katana tightly as she was mumbling something under her nose with a pair of headphones on her ears, listening to some sort of music; it wasn't metal as one would suspect. It was almost peaceful, just drifting through space like that with nothing but void around them...until a ship would appear.
Signals would immediately go crazy, starting up an alarm as a massive cruiser appeared right out of nowhere above them. Before they could really do anything cruiser would shoot out a magnetic ray, capturing them and pulling them in. As Sere and Ume were already trying to think about a way out, imagining that those were pirates at best, Ryu would barely start waking up from her nap due to loud alarm.
There would be quite a lot of suspension before their ship would finally stop, indicating that they arrived at the hangar. Gulping down quietly, Ume looked over to his Oni friend to see how she was already pulling her sword out lazily. "Ry-yu dammit!" He exclaimed, jumping to her side as he was ready to place his hand on her hand to stop her, not like that would've worked. "You can't just jump out of here with your sword out!"
"I can't? I mean, clearly, those guys are not good so...Why not?"
He sighed, using his thumb and middle finger to rub the bridge of his nose as he leant back up. His hand would then move down, stroking his beard in a quite annoyed manner, almost pulling it off. "We are in the hangar, right?"
"Well...Most likely, yeah."
"That means that there are at least turrets outside. I don't doubt your skill, but going up against that would be at the very least stupid." He said before moving his own eyes to the door, glancing a gaze at it with his magenta eyes before looking back at Ryu. "Let's just...Try to get out first, okay?"
Strangely enough, Ryu seemed to actually listen to him quite willingly, pushing her katana back into it saya before looking at the door as well. "You gonna try to talk with them? You know that they will take our weapons away; probably will also shackle us."
"Worst case scenario they put is in a cage; and you know I can get us out even if that happens." He said, giving her a serious look before suddenly chuckling. "If things do get south, then we can blaze them to oblivion, yeah?"
Ryu chuckled herself, rubbing her tired eyes with her hand before giving him a nod. "Sure. But if they do anything to my katana, it's on you." Meanwhile, Sere was just shaking behind them, not understanding if Ryu had a personality disorder or if Ume had weird pacifying abilities.
Once their door was opened, they would take their first steps outside only to find themselves lost in a slight awe; the ship wasn't bad. It wasn't dirty, breaking nor ugly, which were qualities of the standard pirate ship. Metallic walls, bulky canons with soldiers standing right at the exit, hands on the triggers of their rifles. Their uniform green, bulky as well. The whole place looked bulky, old and...authentic. "You can't be serious..." Ume mumbled, looking around as they stepped down. Green colour, old look of the ship and weapons quickly allowed him to know that it was an old Elven ship; and with their recent discovery of Elven Terrorist organization, he managed to quite quickly put two and two together.
Things didn't get better when few soldiers offered them shackles for wrists and neck; another old Earth tradition of allowing captive to put those on themselves first. Looking back at Ryu to make sure she was calm, which she was, he slowly took them and gave them back to Sere and Ryu. Snapping them on, an electric link would appear among those shackles, tying them together and making sure that any rush movement would be punished with an electric shock of quite a few watts. Upon investigating them and taking away their only weapon, Ryu's katana, they would form around them before starting to quietly lead them somewhere.
As they walked, Ume observed and started chewing on his bottom lip, tearing skin off his lip as blood gushed onto his tongue while he realized that this terrorist cell was indeed not joking; in fact, if they had an actual cruiser with that much people on, they might actually be biggest Elven Terrorist organization out there. And that is at best; if they had more, they could've passed for an entire colony. Maybe even civilization?
His thoughts were cut short once they finally made it to where they were walking; the main deck. Bunch of Elven officers sat at the computers, calculating some sort of data. There was a nice path leading forward to a little spot that was set higher up with the main console. There, in front of a massive window for viewing, stood commander of the whole thing with his back to them. Turning around, he made his grand appearance while Ryu felt like puking from all the fake fanciness; if they were really fancy, they could've afforded a better uniform.
Turning around, the trio could finally see him in all his Elven...Glory? One might wonder if that could've been called that. He was dressed in some weird uniform that seemed like a mix between a suit and robe, being completely black and extremely strict with some pointy collar. His old, sleazy face along with some old Earthen military hat wasn't helping the case either. "And so we met!" His voice rang through the room, earning a sigh of annoyance from Ryu as the three stood in front of him. "I must say, it is formidable that you managed to track us this far. But this ends now."
"Aw, yes. Looking at this fleet, it would've been like fighting the army, no chances." Ume was quick to reply back, casting an impressed glance over the room and its soldiers. And even though Sere looked at him with worry, Ryu seemed completely unfazed by that. "I mean, we thought that it was just a few crazy people with some fancy scientist. But my, this is enough for the second coup."
His words seemed to reach commander's ears quite quickly, bringing a half-dead blush to his pale, saggy cheeks as he released a ringing laugh from within his chest. "Of course! One can only admire the strength of their opponent when they are cornered! But worry not my body, I had a special order from the head of our organization!" He exclaimed, extending his arm before clenching his fist. "You, while not an Elf, still are a human and quite capable one at it! So we decided to grand you a chance of a lifetime; chance to be on a winning side!"
Again with the old Earth customs of trying to win your opponents over; as if they were getting some weird pleasure from doing it. Like, if they managed to do it, it would prove just how graceful and amazing they are. Sure sure, this is why they never won a war with Oni; Oni don't take hostages, they start and end their business on the battlefield. "Oh? I must admit, my defeat is obvious but Empress Dratha is not an easy target. Would a cruiser be truly enough to take her down for good?" He asked curiously, managing to pull out unbelievable honesty out of his tone. His body still, his eyes looking curiously around the ship before landing on the commander once again. "Isn't she a, uh, Banshee?"
"That she is, my body, one of the darkest and most disgusting creatures ever! Their nature itself is wrong and perverted!" He seemed to have quite a strong opinion on that, as any Human or Elf of old times would, as he went on with his speech. "But this is why we have a brilliant plan; see, why do you think we needed those gems?"
"For firepower?"
"Of course! But we plan to get even more firepower! See, those gems are pure and strong, but there is energy much stronger", he would say before slapping himself on the chest, looking like he broke a rib or two; "Energy of a living soul!" He seemed to be proud, beaming with eagerness as if he was some sort of genius while Ryu slowly clenched her sharp teeth. "And what weapon could be better than the pure energy of living soul against such dark creature as Banshee, hm~?"
"But, gems don't exactly have living energy in them or anything like soul would have. Are there new gems you managed to-"
"Of course not! It's much simpler and therefore much smarter!" He exclaimed once again, his face stretching out to its limits in a quite wicked smile as he spread his arms out as if he was some sort of prophet. "We will use the unique destructive ability of those gems to gather energy from souls and compress them into a holy grenade!"
The realization which hit Ume not so suddenly, as he was expecting that but didn't want to believe that, caused a sharp breath to be drawn from his lips. Gathering himself up quickly, he would regain his composure before smiling like a child who just understood why two plus two is four. "That is simple...! But, that would take a lot of souls and massive attack on the city might be impractical..."
His voice, curious, trailed off at the end as he sank deeper into his thoughts, looking off to the side. "This is why we will attack very specific spot." He said, giving him a nod before pressing his hands together. "We found a perfect place located in a centre of Idria. It is always densely populated with innocent souls, so we limit the amount of corruption as well as any risk of accidentally killing Humans or Elves. And it is only a few blocks from Empress' palace too!"
"Oh...But still, bringing this marvellous device anywhere near Empress would be quite hard."
"It would be indeed! But we, of course, have it all planned out! A man of ours, an undercover agent, will make sure device will reach her safe and sound. And as he is not a dirty Banshee he will be safe from the explosion too~!"
As the man broke into a victory like a laugh, Ume bit only harder onto his bleeding lower lip before coughing softly to interrupt his laughing.
Catching himself and coughing into his fist, he smiled once again before extending his hand toward Ume. "But of course, where are my manners; I can see you for a bright individual that you are and I would be more than happy to welcome you among our rank, Mister Matsukura~"
He would sigh, looking back at Ryu just for a moment before returning his gaze to the commander. Bringing his arms up, holding them together and near his neck, he would chuckle softly. "It does sound tempting, but I think I will stay away from baby killing for now." Before commander's confusion could've cleared up, electricity started forming between and around Ume's hands, dancing wildly with bizarre pink colour. "Oh, and thanks for using old electric restrains."
Then, with a clap of his hands, a jolt of electricity would run along electric lines that connected his handcuffs and collar, disrupting it at once before blowing off mechanical locks on them. Even before they could hit the floor, said jolt would quickly travel to Ryu and then Sere, doing the same thing with their restrains. "G-Get them!!"
Before soldiers around them could do anything, Ryu grabbed the one closer to them before driving her knee right in their abdomen, knocking all winds out of them even though they were wearing armour, which broke by the sound of it, before grabbing her katana back. Ready to pull her sword out and start cutting fools, two massive turrets suddenly erupted from the platform on which the commander was standing, charging up respectful loads of energy to shoot at them. And even though Ryu was ready to cut them down, Ume quickly dashed against her, forcing both her and Sere down behind some sort of panel before blasts went off.
"Dammit! I could've totally cut them down man!" She snapped at Ume, looking down at him as he looked back at the damage that the blasts created to the ship.
"I would rather you not, we still need you alive." He grunted out, clearly not paying her too much attention as he looked around before suddenly pulling a small oxygen mask out; no, not one, but two! "I, gladly for you, have a plan already." He said, pushing one to Ryu while pulling one on.
"Oh? Care to elaborate?" She asked, in pretty pissed off tone.
"They are waiting for us to pop out, both soldiers and turrets." He said, pointing out that all those guards didn't seem to follow them behind the cover nor more blasts came off after the initial ones. "You can cut one of them down, even two, but soldiers will still attack you from all angles."
"So what? Do you suggest to just sit or...run?" She said, pronouncing the last word with quite a disgusted tone.
"Won't work either. Gladly for you, their weapons old." He said with a chuckle, feeling the floor below them. "Their blasts are not made of pure energy because they lack proper crystals, so they use electric blasts of energy."
"That means it's just easier to cut them down, you idi-"
Quickly shutting her down with his hand, he sighed, looking at her. "No, it means that I got a plan." He would then look at Siren boy who was quite lost before lightly shaking him off from his confusion. "Sere, be a dear and run for the ship. Once you get it, fly in front of those windows, okay?" He said, referring to windows behind the commander before quickly adding; "And if you will think of running away, I mined the ship."
"You what...?! When? Where?!"
"I am quick with my hands." He simply brushed his questions off before sitting up, deciding not to go into details of his thieving youth. "When I pop out, run for the ship like hell, got that?"
Having no other choice, he could only nod even if he didn't like everything that was going on before he looked back to Ryu.
"I do hope that you won't mess that up."
"I won't. I already got everything down." Saying that Ume would get into position before simply...jumping up. Standing right in the open, all the guns and turrets would be on him the moment he would get out of the cover while Sere would start running, not without Ryu's kick to the ass.
As soldiers were searching around for Ryu, turrets would go off once again, two massive balls of swirling electricity flying right into Ume before connecting! As the smoke covered him, the commander would be quick to look away, expecting a man to be as dead as they get before something would catch his attention.
In the corner of his eye, he could see bits of pink electricity, just from before, swirling out of the smoke the more it would clear. Then, adding to his confusion, he would see Ume, safe and sound! But then, a bright light and a loud, shrieking sound would reach his ears, causing his face to cringe.
Ume would grin, standing there with pink electricity swirling around his hands, dancing along his arms as it ran along his coat while his hair waved around. Just before the blasts would've hit him, he would use his own ability, conjuring his electricity around his hands. Then, in almost slapping motion, he would destroy the blasts before they could even reach him, sending his electricity through them and overpowering them since they were made of electricity that was less potent than his, making it into a cake walk. "You really don't know anything about your enemies before meeting them, eh?" He called out, quite sassy, before bringing his arms up and out in a mocking manner as he stood in a pose. "And you also ruined my coat, so I guess I got to ruin something of yours." He said, referring to the bits of his coat that were near his hands that were a bit blown off due to electricity; the question was, though, was it because of their blast or because of his.
Still, as turrets were starting to recharge, soldiers would already point their guns at Ume, who would only laugh at their attempt. "Useless!" He would shout at them before bring his arms up, holding them together above his head. As electricity would start to get tenser bit by bit once again, he would then draw his hands apart and down, forming a triangle of pure electricity in front of him. As all the blasts were fired off, they could only hit the shield that he created while its master was safe behind it. "Ryu, put the mask on, now!" He said, putting his on as well.
Once he would see that hers was on, he suddenly would reach one hand behind, causing the triangle he made to start breaking up once he moved one of the hands away from its edge. But, as he would move it away, he would reach into cables that were exposed due to earlier shot, grabbing them. "I already said, your attempts are useless!" He called out one last time before suddenly sending electricity through those wires. Unable to drain the cruiser of its energy, he decided to instead pump it with even more energy.
Before anyone knew it, a loud explosion suddenly rang through the hallways of the cruiser, indicating the core was damaged as soon red lights with warning sounds came onto the screens. As the door behind them locked, the emergency gravity and oxygen generation turned on while the whole ship moved a bit inwards as it was blowing up from the inside.
As the soldiers tried to collect their guns and the turrets were completely off, Ume grinned, extending his hand out before placing his other hand on his right arm. Ball of electricity appeared in the palm of his hand once again, swirling and buzzing about before starting to shrink more and more. Tightening the grip on his arm, he grinned before the ball would reach an extremely small yet unstable looking size. "Lesser Ambisagrus Canon!" He would shout for Ryu only to roll her eyes at him as the ball would give off a single buzz before exploding outwards. HIs grip tightened, his whole body tensed up as the electricity started to run all around and over him. Biting his lower lip, the pink blast of electricity shot out, blasting everything on its way before easily rushing through the windows of the cruiser's cockpit, safely blasting anyone outwards or straight up killing them in the process; with their armour and lack of aura, it was the second.
After few more seconds, the electricity started slowly disappearing into the vacuum of space. As all the air got sucked out, Ume was practically ejected from the cruiser if not for Ryu which grabbed him by the arm, holding her spot by sinking her sword deep into the ship. Nodding, she looked at the hole that was left after the blast, noticing all the corpses, their bits and all the broken tech.
Pulling her katana out as the place stabilized, Ume was about to try to connect to Sere through his device before finally seeing him pulling right in front of them. He quickly opened the door, looking pretty worried behind the window of the ship. As the two would get on, he would blast away from there at almost lightning speed.
"Well, that was pretty hasty. What's wrong? If that is because of the mines, I kinda jo-"
"Did you not see? Or hear? Or, I mean, Goddess Itrix, I do want the favour of Empress Dratha, but this is too much." Sere would mumble, finally starting to calm down from all the shaking as he dropped his head against the control panel of the ship. Gladly for everyone, the ship was already on autopilot and his head was not hard enough to break it. Realizing that the two were quite confused, he coughed and quickly sat up, trying to regain his previous look of pure professionalism as he turned to them. "So um...You destroyed the cruiser."
Waiting out for a few seconds, he watched Ryu and Ume closely, allowing the information to sink in as they look at each other. "Yeah. I know." He would then reply as he looked back at Sere.
"You...excuse me?"
It was obvious that casualness of how Ume said it really shocked Sere, if not straight up annoyed him, as the detective simply chuckled and took a seat at one of the benches. "I pumped some intense electricity right into some old schooled ship. It all rushed to the cores of the ship, overloaded it and boom. What else you expected?"
"I just...I mean, you know-...Do you do this every day?"
Ryu would simply chuckle, sitting down as she started taking a closer look at her katana. "Not exactly. This was the first time but, you know, this wasn't anything special."
Sere's head dropped once again as he rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. "I mean, I can control water but my skill stops at some fancy water show-off tricks. I just didn't know that out the difference in power was so..."
"It's fine. Comparing to main forces of main Empires, I would be lucky to be at least as strong as Major." He said, casually once again, while crossing his legs and pulling out some datapad. "Power can be different based on a lot of various aspects; technology one might have, aura, their race, natural skills, training. Sometimes someone weak can kill someone strong because their power is simply their counter."
"Oh, are you referring to story of-"
"Hey, Ume", Ryu would suddenly interrupt, not paying too much attention to stripper boy to her right as she brought her head up; "You looked pretty morbid at the ship. Do you know where they plan to hit?"
Just like that, Ume's expression would drop as he sighed, his eyes narrowing down on the screen in front of him. "A lot of pure souls, no chance of corruption, no humans, located at Idria city and is near Empress' building." He would then pull out a picture of a big, fancy looking building from some newspaper article as Sere's and even Ryu's expressions tensed up.
"You got to be taking a piss..!" Ryu growled, slamming her katana's saya against the floor as she looked at the image.
"Nope, it matches the information. They plan to attack the newly built orphan house and use kids' energy for their bomb."
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