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fellpyrean · 1 year

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Claps hands alright we’re doing this! So I started listening to magnus archives a few months ago and it really did things to my writing ideas, so now I’m gonna round some up and post ‘em.

I forget where/when I first saw a moth!jon but u know. He’s cute. So here is some moth!jon AU! Corruption Jon :Dc and archivist Sasha! ~1800 words.

Since he is a corruption avatar in this, there is (as expected) some possibly gross bug imagery, but not a lot of holes. And no worms! :D

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The flat is quiet.

Quieter than Sasha expected, and much neater too than she expected when they connected this one to "Filth." The lights are off and there's a faint dusty, sweet scent in the air as she cracks open the door, torch slicing through the dark.

It catches on motes of dust. She thinks she hears movement, a susurrus of rustling like fabric faint in the depths of the place but little else. She pushes the door further, feels it catch on the ragged old rug on the floor and watches moths flutter up, batter against her torch in little puffs of dust before they flutter away.

Part of her worries as she steps inside, as she closes the door behind herself - leaving just a crack in case she needs to get out fast.

This is too quiet for something of the powers. The flat should be more of a wreck, more… more miserably bloodstained, more disgusting and unnerving, but it looks, honestly, just a bit messy, a bit moth-eaten. The couch sags a bit wrong, but hell, she can't pretend she's never had one like it. There are shelves of books, their edges chewed and pages no doubt holey, there's even a mug left forgotten on the kitchen counter. It's all dim; lit only by what spills around heavy curtain edges and her own torch as she steps further in and - and hears that rustling again from the end of the hallway and heads straight for it.

More moths flutter up at her steps, and she is wary, she is. But the things just… flutter uselessly at her hands, their wings shedding dust and their fat abdomens plump and full, but hardly a threat before they fly - further inside.

Towards that faint rustling noise, towards the door at the end of the dim-lit hall that is just open enough to allow the frantic moths to flit inside. Writhing and wriggling at the crack between door and jamb just a moment before they vanish inside, but the movement… it makes Sasha swallow.

Something about the way the bulbous little things squirm before they pop through sets her stomach on edge. Too many of them; more than she thought, all struggling to squeeze into that door.

The crack writhes by the time she reaches it.

She can swear she hears them whine and click and screech in tiny voices above the din of their frantically fluttering wings.

She uses her torch to push the door open. Fast, loosing a cloud of moths from the stuffed crack that fall and flutter and scatter into the dim room before her.

The rustling has not gone quiet. Neither has the soft, whining song of flapping wings and voices she cannot place as she raises her torch high, fumbling for her pepper spray in her other hand. More of a comfort to herself than any real belief it would accomplish anything against something abnormal, but the room doesn’t… change. Nothing leaps out of the dim shadows, nothing comes ravening towards her with a horrid, dripping maw.

It’s a bedroom. The bed is really as far as the light peeking around the curtains lights, in thin, dusty stripes across worn rugs and a small pile of abandoned clothes.

“A-Ah.”

Sasha whips her torch towards the voice, and stills.

There is… there is something like a man there. Tucked in the corner, with all the moths frantically fluttering, scuttling towards it. She watches, stomach queasy, as the moths drill between the heavy folds of the blanket? The wrap? It has folded around itself. It reaches a hand out to a particularly fat straggler and cradles it in its palms like a treasure, bringing it up slowly, carefully, and opens thin, paled lips and lets the thing crawl straight into its mouth as Sasha gags.

It is almost worse then when it looks up.

Long, straggling hair that was probably rather nice once. Now it is loose and lank, black shot with grey and dust that hangs over… over his shoulders, over the thing he has cocooned himself within. His eyes are dark. Too dark.

There are no whites, she realizes, and cannot help but feel her fingers twinge around the pepper spray.

But he isn’t attacking. He is just looking at her, head cocked like a curious animal as the moths burrow back into the shelter he offers.

She can work with this. She sucks in a breath, wills her stomach to settle as she tells it it could really be so, so much worse, and points the torch further towards the floor. Good manners. Going out on a limb that he’s probably not too fond of bright light.

“Hello,” she says. The strange man stares at her. Hard enough she swears she can feel the tracks his eyes leave on her skin, but she only makes herself stand taller. He seems to like that. He laughs. Not maliciously.

It’s soft. Like cotton, like it’s been a long while since he’s used his voice, and the rasp sticks to it as he speaks and Sasha tries not to linger on where exactly that moth went.

“Hello, Archivist. Doing house calls?”

He’s smiling. And that’s what gets her.

His voice is soft and smooth like old silk and his smile stiff like he’s unused to using it, but something about him feels familiar. It’s there, just at the corner of her mind, and she knows she’s frowning deeply as she casts a line and tries to hook just why she feels like she knows this strange man, but then he laughs again and stands.

He rustles as he does. That… that thing wrapped around him doesn’t move the way it should, not like cloth, but she can’t immediately place that, either. Not until he walks a little closer and her torch light catches on it and it… shimmers.

Like moth wings. And Sasha sucks in a breath.

She can see it now. The patterns in the dusty brown, the oranges that circle white to make massive, partly hidden eyespots. The thick, dark veins supporting the overall structure, and she can’t help herself from blurting out, “Can you fly with those?”

The man shudders, that smile hung unmoving on his face as he brings a hand to his mouth and coughs against the static.

“Not well,” he answers into his hand, his too-dark eyes sparkling. He lets his hand drop back into the too-layered folds of his wings and shuffles a little closer; his wingtips drag across the floor, like a blanket wrapped around a child too small for it, and she can see now where his long, untied hair turns into something shorter. A ruff of fur at the back of his neck, across the back of his shoulders.

(Can see the moths wriggling down into the fur, settling there, an army of tiny, coal-black eyes staring out at her, glinting green when her torch light catches them.)

And then he stands still, that faint smile on his face, his dark eyes half-lidded in an expression she cannot place, and waits as that soft, soft distant song hums in the room.

Sasha exhales. This is more than she dared hope for. He’s talking. He’s non-aggressive.

“I,” she begins, wetting her tongue before plunging back into her words. “I was wondering if I could ask you some questions. About the ‘Filth.’ About you.”

He watches, and she feels emboldened.

(Her phone begins to ring as she steps closer to him, and she ignores it. It’s Elias. She knows.)

“We don’t have answers. And if you could tell me, tell us what you know? About… about what’s happening.”

Her phone stops ringing. It starts again. The man smiles wider and reaches out. Sasha can see that his hands are… strange. Plated like chitin, and the desire to grab his hand and investigate each delicately plated joint wars deeply with the uneasy reminder that there are probably moths crawling beneath, of statements that were far, far more explicit about what ‘Filth’ did to a person than this man showed.

His hand waves in front of her face for a moment and she starts, coming back to herself, as her phone angrily rings again.

“Your phone?” the man asks, and Sasha doesn’t hesitate for a moment to shut the thing off.

(Elias. All three calls. If he doesn’t want her here, then she’s not leaving.)

“Well Archivist,” and she knows she is not missing the strange bitterness that clings to that word this time, knows there is something she is missing about him, “If you have that many questions, we should probably get a little more comfortable. I have a feeling that once I let you start, you’ll keep me well after dusk.”

And isn’t it bizarre? As he brushes past Sasha - both carefully and clearly telegraphing his movements so she only feels the barest touch of his wings as he heads back out into the hallway - she realizes she doesn’t feel afraid of this one. A little disgusted if she thinks about him too hard, yes, but there’s been no threat. No… no menace, no winding, evasive non-answers, just. Incredibly human remarks. It almost circles right back around from comforting to even worse than something as alien as the thing with the door. Michael.

But as the rustling moves away from her down the hallway, she can’t help but flash her torch around the bedroom. One last bit of nosiness.

An old, worn bed, rather like the couch. Shelves with books so moth-eaten they’ve gone to pieces. An open closet, filled with over-large sweaters and… She blinks. And oddly proper button ups, slacks.

And then… and then she turns her torch in one last semi-circle and catches upon a strange shine beneath the lumpy pillows.

Like polaroids.

The itch that there’s something she should know only grows when she spots them; growing from a thing at the edge of her thoughts to an all consuming need that drives her in fast steps across the dusty rug before she even catches herself. She fishes the pictures out with deft fingers and - and she thinks her heart stops in her chest.

She knows the people in the picture.

That long, dark hair shot with grey is distinctive - even set on a much more vibrant, lively face, and above a painfully crisp button up. He’s wearing glasses in the picture, and. A name tag.

She can’t read the name, but she’d recognize that emblem anywhere. Not that she needs to.

Because beside the stuffy librarian like man, his eyes green instead of black, stands… Tim. Tim, his shirt as loud as ever, his smile boisterous, and an arm slung affectionately around the man who couldn’t possibly be any more his opposite. And the same horrible name tag pinned to a pineapple-strewn lapel.

The man worked at the Magnus Institute.��

He worked with Tim.

She knows his name now.

Jonathan Sims.

#tma #tma fanfic #moth jon #crowswritings #hides chatter in the tags #my tentative ideas for this were that it's actually a time travel AU #as well as (gasp) jon/tim #bc like i mean who is to say the time travel is actually time travel?#you may as well have been shoved thru the crack to another world entirely where the time flows differently #and in this world jon and tim were originally a lot closer #jon sims #sasha james #i remembered i needed to tag them anyway so just picture tim doing his best to flirt with this oblivious stick in the mud #and catching feelings along the way but the guy is just Oblivious #and then one day he vanishes bc future/alt world jon comes along and p much instantly gets eaten by another Fear #(i imagine corruption as the antithesis to the lonely thanks to my partner so he did feed himself to it in desperation tbh)#when he woke up in a world and more or less panicked not wanting the same thing to happen as before and was so so desperate not to be Alone #jazzhands #he didn't consider that this world was actually different in some ways and legit just thought it was time travel #so when he saw the pictures of him and tim he was deeply confused and panicked and guilty #ok final jazzhands #this is a short drabble #the full idea would be much more than a short drabble and i am not strong enough to do a 50k jon/tim AU #love to spin it around in my head tho

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chosobeee · 6 months

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𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓞𝓷 𝓗𝓲𝓶 ♡

Pairing: Itadori Yuji x GN!Reader

Word Count: 883

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff, very self indulgent. Yuji is SMITTEN. Mostly proofread, but there could still be mistakes.

A/N: I will be making more of these for different characters, but I got a little carried away with this one and now it's 2 in the morning, so go me :D This is my first post in a VERY long time, so please be nice, I know it's no where near perfect. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy! xx

- You guys probably stayed up too late binge watching each other’s favorite movies together.

- Yuji was very immersed in the movie you picked out. He would occasionally turn to you to say something or ask questions about it to make sure he was getting everything right. He cares about your hyper fixations, okay?

- He also loves to try and predict what’s gonna happen—and he’s very good at it. It takes everything in you to keep a straight face when he guesses things correctly, because you don’t want to ruin the surprise. Though the excitement of watching him react to your favorite pieces of media is hard enough to control as it is.

- About an hour into the third movie of the night, you started to feel your eyes grow heavy and your breathing even out. You became less reactive to the movie and more focused on trying to stay awake. You really didn't want this night to end just yet.

- Yuji didn’t really seem to notice this, as his attention was fixed on the screen, his brows furrowed and mouth slightly parted. You would’ve chuckled at him if it weren’t for how tired you’ve become.

- Sleep slowly but surely creeping up, you burned the image of his adorable concentration face deep into your mind to cherish it forever. If only you had the energy to snap a real photo, but this will have to do.

- Finally, your eyes closed for the final time that night, your body deciding that it was indeed bed time.

- Yuji felt a warm weight fall against his bicep, and with a soft sound of surprise, turned to see you had fallen asleep on him. His heart suddenly swelled with adoration as he looked over your sleeping figure. He nearly stopped breathing, almost terrified to wake you.

- It took EVERYTHING in this man to hold back his cute aggression. I mean, look at you! All snuggled up against him, breathing softly between parted lips, cheek smushed against his arm.

- His face grew hot and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. No matter how much he wants to give you the biggest hug and squeeze, he could just never disturb your peace like that.

- With how tense things have been getting in the world of sorcerers, it was becoming a rare sight to see you like this. Fully relaxed, heart and mind free of any fear or worry. It brought a little tear to his eye.

- He already made it his life’s mission to protect you, but moments like these really cement that. He wants to keep you like this, undisturbed and at true peace with the world—with him. He'll continue to fight like hell for that to happen.

- A new ache in Yuji’s upper back snaps him out of his thoughts, and a new worry takes hold.

- What does he do now? Does he stay here? Or should he carry you to your bed so you can sleep properly?

- If you stayed here on the couch with him, Gojo would surely find you guys in the morning and you would never hear the end of it. Not to mention you would probably be a bit sore when you woke.

- But if he took you to your bed he risked waking you and he wouldn’t be able to sleep by your side. The thought makes him pout a bit.

- The decision was so small but seemed so huge to him in that moment. Poor guy nearly panicked, thinking a little too hard. Steam practically rolled out of his ears, going over the pros and cons of each choice.

- You shifted a little in your sleep, and his breath hitched in his throat, watching, waiting. But you didn’t wake, eyes firmly closed shut, still breathing slow and steady. Your face twitched a little bit as you let out a content noise, to which Yuji smiled.

- Ultimately though, he decided to stay out here with you. He could deal with Gojo’s teasing, as he already does every day. Plus he could easily just figure out a way to turn Gojo's teasing to Megumi. He just really wants to stay by your side tonight, feeling extra clingy and affectionate.

- He maneuvered you carefully so your head was on his chest, and your body immediately adjusted accordingly. You balled some of his sweatshirt in your hand and nuzzled your head deeper into his warmth. He laid back as far as he could manage, arms wrapping around you and squeezing lightly. His thumb traced absentminded circles on your shoulder.

- Though his heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, you didn’t seem to notice as you began to snore lightly. Heat crept up his neck as he held back a squeal of adoration, bottom lip jutting out, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.

- See? You don’t even have to try and he folds for you. He always has and always will.

- Yuji feels so at peace with you. And knowing you feel safe enough to fall asleep around him, letting your guard down completely--it makes him feel a strange sense of pride.

- He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the fact that you chose him. He’s thankful every single day that he not only gets to know you, but gets to be the one you’re closest to. The giddiness probably won’t ever go away. And you feel the same.

- After a while of fawning over you, he felt sleep begin to carry him away, too.

- With a smile on his face and you wrapped in his arms, he fell into his slumber, waiting to wake up to your beautiful face in the morning—something he hopes he can do every morning for a long, long time.

#yuji itadori #yuji x reader #itadori x reader #yuji itadori x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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screamforyani · 11 months

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Can you do a GF! Chad x GF! Ethan x Reader where reader is in Tara’s place during the apt scene and after Ethan kills Anika him and Chad kidnapped and noncon her at the shrine while monologuing about how long they’ve been watching her blah blah blah

all ours

warnings: noncon

wc. 1.6k

you didn’t make it on time.

your friends only had a split-second to react after quinn’s weight got launched onto anika, scrambling into her bedroom. you’d seen sam try to come back for you, but she didn’t have much of a choice when ghostface started to jab a knife her direction.

from the floor where you laid, having tripped trying to escape from the killers, you could faintly hear their voices over your ragged breaths, the sound seeming more distant that it was.

“where is she?”

“i thought she was behind you!”

“she’s out there,” sam replied, tone laced with worry.

you didn’t blame them for leaving you there. not when you could see ghostface throwing himself against the door, endeavoring to pry it open with his weight.

one of them, at least. the other one crouched down to be eye-level with you, watching your chest heave through the tight-fitting tee you’d worn. “please don’t hurt me,” you begged, scooting back by your elbows while tears flooded your face.

he said nothing, but you could hear dark, deep chuckles under the white mask. it baffled you. you should have been dead already, or at least a little more injured. you’d hit your head when you fell, but that was less of their fault. you’d seen mindy, on the other hand, get stabbed on her arm, and heard anika’s screams when they dragged the knife up her abdomen.

in spite of the silver-red knife in his hands, he didn’t touch you with it.

instead, he lifted you up in his arms like you weighed nothing. you demanded to be placed down, but all you were met with was a little, “shh,” from the other ghostface who was now behind you, posing a finger where his lips should have been.

quinn’s room was splattered in blood, and it almost made you feel queasy, but you noticed your friends were no longer there. then, ghostface sat you in front of the window, and you saw them across from you in cute boy’s apartment.

all of them except anika. when your vision panned a little lower, you gasped at the sight of anika’s lifeless body, blood pooling from below.

all of their eyes were fixed on you with worry, and you heard their panicked shouts. there was an unsettling feeling in your gut when you felt one of them press a knife to your throat for all your friends to see, all the while waving to them with his non-dominant hand. you couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak. you were paralyzed with fear.

the other one started to roll down the curtains, leaving your friends to guess what was going to happen to you.

but they didn’t kill you for your friends to find like you thought they would have. someone pressed a cloth to your face and you forcefully inhaled the chemicals, your world turning dark.

when you woke up, you didn’t know where you were. your lashes fluttered, the room spinning to a final halt. that was when you took in all the glass displays - and all of the things in them. they looked like things from stab.

you only had one thought. what the hell?

you tried to stand, but you quickly realized that you were bound down, not that there was anywhere for you to escape in this strange place. your hands were tied behind your back to the gate.

“look who’s awake,” you heard a familiar voice say, and your eyes darted around to find them. what you didn’t expect was to lock eyes on…

“chad?” you exclaimed, eyes widening in shock.

“that’s my name, don’t wear it out,” said chad, wiggling his fingers at you. “on second thought, you can wear it out as much as you’d like.”

you had a feeling you knew what that meant, but you didn’t want to ask.

you shook your head in disbelief. “you’re behind all this?”

“who else did you think had the muscle to carry you all around the city?” chad asked lightheartedly. “of course, i still needed some help with the rest of this. who do you think is my partner-in-crime?”

“no,” you whispered, still shaking your head. matter of fact, you could feel your whole being start to shudder.

“oh, come on, baby. take a wild guess,” chad prodded, shooting you a wild smile. only now it was a little more unnerving than usual.

your heart raced against your thoughts. it had to be somebody who apparently wasn’t there during the attacks. it couldn’t have been anika and quinn, because they were dead. sam, tara, danny and mindy were all across from you while you were in the room with two killers. which only left one person.

you gulped, dread in your voice. “ethan?”

“aren’t you a smart girl?” came ethan’s voice, making you jolt when he appeared out of nowhere. they both laughed at how jumpy you were.

the room spun again. you were starting to feel lightheaded, as if you were going to throw up. “i don’t get it.”

ethan laughed, glancing at chad. “you hear that? she doesn’t fucking get it, chad. i think we should break it down for her.”

“i think you’re right,” agreed chad, reaching behind you to undo the knots on your arms and bring you towards the mannequins, sitting you before them. “you see, baby, we’ve been watching you for a long, long time. the second ethan and i saw you, we just knew that we had to make you ours.”

“it’s your fault, really,” ethan said, making you gaze at him in alarm and confusion. “you are aware that your bedroom window is right across from ours, right? anyone can see you naked, anyone can see you bending over to pick up stuff, and rather than simply close your curtains you give us that tantalizing view.”

that was when he started to tug at your shirt, and you swiftly attempted to swat away his hands and crawl away, but one wave of the knife chad pulled out his pocket and you immediately stilled.

ethan enjoyed the way you held his breath while he peeled your shirt over your head, continuing, “you’d be surprised at how many pictures chad has of you touching yourself.”

“what?” you stammered.

“that’s right,” chad said, chuckling to himself. “i thought about blackmailing you, but this was so much more fun. i mean, look at yourself!”

your eyes locked on your reflection in the glass case, watching yourself shiver in horror. you could hardly even breathe, and all of the hairs on your body were raised. then, you saw them hover over you, chad reaching for your bra and ethan reaching for your shorts and underwear. you seethed at how helpless you were, knowing you couldn’t fight back.

“you two are monsters,” you snarled, wiping tears before they could fall. “you killed quinn and anika, and those two kids in our film studies class for what - me?”

“oh, no, no, no,” ethan said, sporting the most demonic smile you’d ever seen. “not everything is about you, sweetheart. you’re just a small part of the larger fun.”

chad pried your legs open and gently pushed you down so that your back touched the floor, but his gentle touches betrayed the forceful, impatient way he shoved his size into your cunt, making you scream. “small,” chad said in a grunt. “and tight.”

“chad, stop! stop, it hurts,” you whimpered, tears spilling.

“good,” chad hissed. “you know what really hurts? watching you talk to all those other guys while acting like i don’t exist.”

“i’ll take your mind off of it, baby. i promise,” ethan crooned, stroking your cheek with his thumb. he kissed your collarbone and neck, sucking into the flesh.

it didn’t help much. you could still feel chad flush against your walls, stretching you out more than you could ever imagine. you couldn’t wrap your head around how big he was. it felt like you were being split open, right down the middle. to say nothing of his roughness, all of his gentle gestures abandoned. his fingers bruised your hips with his strong grip.

“you’re so beautiful, you know,” ethan whispered, scanning your body. “you shouldn’t let any of them have you.”

“you’re mine,” chad groaned, picking up his pace.

ethan rolled his eyes. “don’t get too ahead of yourself, big guy,” he said, in spite of the fact that he was also rather big and strong. the thought sent you into panic. “she’s ours.”

you exclaimed, “i’m not some fucking object - i don’t belong to any of you sick fucks!”

ethan grabbed you by the throat, which shocked you. you would have expected it from chad now, but not him. you stared into his dark eyes, seeing how he’d switched on a dime. “you. are. ours. what don’t you understand? i’ll kill anyone that touches you.”

chad, spotting the fear in your eyes, chuckled. “i’ll fuck you until you get that through your head.”

ethan pulled back, abandoning the niceties. he’d tried to be compassionate, but you would have to work for that now. your heart raced with alarm when you saw him hop out of his own pants, revealing his hard cock. “i can’t wait to cum all over your face,” he said, much to your dismay. “that would make a good blackmail pic. wouldn’t it, chad?”

“damn right,” chad agreed, laughing at the thought. “fucking do it! i’m gonna cum in this tight pussy. can’t wait to record that.”

his words hit you like a truck and you immediately grabbed his arm, begging, “no, no, no. chad, please. i’m not on any-”

“shh,” ethan said, putting his finger to his lips. just like that ghostface did. that one was him. “you’re ours.”

their sick, twisted plan washed over you right then. ethan and chad loomed over you with wicked smiles, watching the realization tense your face.

chad could feel himself getting close, slapping his hips into yours harder as he grunted, “all ours.”

#ethan landry smut #chad meeks smut #chad meeks x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 imagines

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xoxo-sarah · 3 months

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Done This Before

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

↝warning: angst, Leah, inaccurate/ not canon events for Daryl meeting Dog and Leah, death (reader), mention of death, set season 9 when Daryl leaves to look for Rick's body or whatever, not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 1.29.24

In the aftermath of yet another loss, Daryl Dixon found himself haunted by the echoes of his past. The weight of grief and guilt bore down on him with unyielding force. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was cursed, that anyone who dared to get close to him would meet a tragic end.

As he stood alone in the silence of the night, memories of those he had lost flooded his mind. The pain of each departure cut deeper, leaving wounds that seemed to never fully heal. His rugged exterior, once a shield against the world, now felt like a prison, trapping him in a cycle of despair.

Your body laid limp in his arms, the feeling all too familiar to Daryl.

"You're not doin' it right." Daryl hissed, watching your fingers fiddle with the bowstring. He didn't mean to come off as irritated. Today was one of those days where he was woke up frustrated with himself and decided to make it everyone's problem. He had so much built up frustration and no where to let it out. Searching for Rick's body was solemnly for closure. For the both of you. You weren't supposed to join him on one random day. But you did. And you stayed, not wanting him to be alone with his thoughts. It was a good call, and as much as Daryl hated to admit it, he was thankful. That didn't stop him from lashing out sometimes. You didn't seem to take it to heart.

There were times where he wasn't mean. Those were the moments where you got to really know each other, find some similarities, make a few jokes. As time passed, you two did more joking and less arguing.

"The string is old, Daryl." You analyzed the frayed string.

Daryl yanked it out of your hands, grumbling.

"'s fine." He knew the bow was old and in need of a new string, he didn't need you telling him jack shit.

You two sat in silence as Daryl examined the bow now. He really should get that fixed, he thought.

Everything happened to fast. One second, you were kicking leaves around, stopping at the feeling of being watched. The next, you heard a rustling and felt a burning sensation on your right side.

The gunshot rang through the woods, scaring any animal in the opposite direction.

You were both caught off guard. It wasn't until your knees have out that Daryl moved, falling beside you. His eyebrows were nearly touching from his face being scrunched in confusion. He violently looked around, catching a head of long, light brown hair as the person ran away as fast as she could.

Unknowingly, It was Leah, someone who Daryl would shortly grow close to, that accidentally pulled the trigger. She had snuck up on you two, watching your interactions, contemplating if you were dangerous or not. She had her gun cocked and ready, waiting. A sudden squirrel running across her foot had her finger squeezing the trigger. Leah panicked and fled the scene out of fear and guilt.

Daryl brought you into his arms, running as fast as he could in the environment. He mindlessly ran in the direction of the closes community he knew of. But it was pointless. It would take far too long to get to any place that could possibly help.

He staggered through branches and bushes, yelling out in desperation, or anyone. It was an all too familiar feeling.

He had done this before.

He stopped at a river, watching the water flow through rocks. You gargled blood, looking up at him, listening to the water and the silence of the woods.

He gently sat you down, kneeling beside you.

You two just looked at each other as the life drained out of your eyes.

Daryl had silently apologized over and over again, feeling his eyes start to sting when you were gone. Officially gone.

Daryl's heart ached as he replayed the moment when he had to watch yet another loved one slip away, much like Beth had. The anguish was a relentless storm, threatening to consume him whole. He couldn't help but wonder if he was the common thread in these tragedies, the dark cloud that hovered over those who dared to care for him.

The flickering flames of the campfire cast dancing shadows across his face, mirroring the turmoil within. His eyes, usually steely and resolute, now betrayed the turmoil of his soul. Each passing day seemed to deepen the chasm of his despair, leaving him adrift in a sea of unanswered questions.

In the depths of his anguish, Daryl struggled to find solace. The very act of opening his heart to another felt like tempting fate, a reckless gamble with the lives of those around him. The burden of his perceived curse weighed heavily on his shoulders, threatening to crush him under its unforgiving weight.

As the night wore on, Daryl's thoughts became a tempest of self-doubt and pain. He was a lone wolf, forever condemned to wander the desolate landscape of his own making. The echoes of his losses reverberated in the stillness, a haunting reminder of the price of his affections.

In the quiet embrace of the night, Daryl Dixon grappled with the ghosts of his past, each one a painful testament to the fragility of life. The stars above bore witness to his silent anguish, a solitary figure adrift in a world that seemed determined to tear apart the very fabric of his being.

A twig broke behind Daryl, causing him to swing around, crossbow-which has a new bowstring- in hand, ready to kill. The puppy barked, looking up at Daryl, head slightly tilted.

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make it weird - jack hughes

summary: kat's vacation gets gatecrashed by the one guy she cannot stand.

word count: 2,140

note: this is for @torontoflames as part of the summer fic exchange 2k23. i've tried my hand at enemies-to-lovers and i hope you enjoy! @laurenairay and @matthewtkachuk are gems and helped me with this a lot <3

There were few sounds in the world Kat found more infuriating than Jack’s laugh. Intellectually she knew that it was a perfectly fine laugh, nothing unusual or grating about it; that didn’t stop her eyes from rolling back into her skull when it filled the room.

Had he ever done anything specific to warrant such a visceral reaction? Kat honestly couldn’t remember. She was sure there was something at some point that had laid the groundwork for her ever-simmering hatred even if she could no longer recall.

More pressing than his laugh at that exact moment, though, was his presence on the once-in-a-lifetime Greek Island Vacation that Kat had been dreaming about since she was fifteen. It had all been going to plan with no setbacks and no surprises until two weeks out when she heard Jack had purchased flights on a whim.

Still, Kat tried to smile across at Sarah, who was furiously trying to butter her toast before it got too cold and was completely unaware that Kat’s grip on her spoon was leaving indentations in her hand.

“About time you two woke up,” Sarah joked, tilting her head up to meet Nico’s lips before he sat down, leaving Jack to take the empty seat beside Kat.

Sarah knew all about Kat’s dislike of Jack—in fact, she’d forced Nico to be the one to break the news—and it was an open secret at the table, so Kat continued to glare holes in Sarah’s head, getting more intense every time Jack opened his mouth.

When the vacation was organised, Kat hadn’t been bothered by Nico coming along. She liked Nico, she liked that Sarah was dating him, she liked that he’d suggested a very nice resort over their original plans and offered to pay the difference, and even though she knew it would mean she would be spending quite a lot of time on her own it was okay. Going on a day tour organised by the resort was perfect, swimming in the cove by the resort was fantastic and, truthfully, even when Jack was the only one around to play tennis against it was fine.

Because he was on the other side of the court and she could unleash any hatred she had in the form of an overhand shot that landed rapidly and directly at his feet or on the other side of the court and make him dive. Jack took it all in stride, as he so often did, and rolled through each dive like the pro-athlete he was.

His diving got more theatrical when a few young women appeared on the next court.

“Are you for fucking real?” Kat grumbled under her breath as Jack missed the easiest shot she’d sent him all afternoon because he was distracted by one of the women waving at him.

Kat couldn’t shake the annoyance she felt with the flirting because there was no way she and Jack didn’t look like a couple and it was just plain rude for them to be flirting so blatantly.

“Do you want to keep going or are we done?”

“Serve it up, let’s go,” Jack responded, unfazed and seemingly unaware that Kat was being more curt with him than normal.

Kat served it directly at his feet and delighted in the panicked jump he took to get out of the way; she was less delighted by the giggles from his new posse . Really, as much as she didn’t want Jack to be ruining her holiday, the least he could do is pay attention if he was spending time with her.

He held it together long enough to serve it back to Kat in the exact right spot for Kat to lob it back to him rather viciously. The humph that left him as it connected with his stomach was music to her ears and exactly what she needed to be able to leave feeling satisfied.

If Jack noticed that she was leaving the court, he didn’t say a thing.

Kat spent the next day wandering the resort and the island by herself—well, on a resort organised tour. She left before anyone else was awake and arrived back home in time for dinner as a group where nobody questioned her decision to be alone.

It was better than being stuck watching Jack flirt with the gaggle of young women who seemingly followed him everywhere. Including to dinner. He was aware enough, thankfully, to read the looks on her, Sarah and Nico’s faces and understand that his new friend was not welcome.

“If you go on another day trip, can I come?” Jack asked.

“I guess,” Kat said, less reluctant than at the start of dinner. As annoying as she found him and his laugh, he did have a way of wearing her down over every meal; it just never lasted long enough to dissipate completely. “Probably not tomorrow. I’m getting drunk by the pool tonight.”

Jack’s smile was so wide it must have hurt his cheeks when he said, “I could get drunk by the pool.”

They were able to cajole Sarah and Nico into joining them and Kat was grateful for the evening with her best friend and for the distraction from Jack. There wasn’t much swimming done, just some wading into the shallow end between drinks because the staff on duty were sticklers for the no glass in the pool rule.

Sarah talked about the day trips out of the resort, and they agreed that they’d check out the scooter tour through Rhodes both as something different from what they’d both been up to and because they knew that Nico and Jack would undoubtedly do something together that was worth laughing at.

“I’m yours for the rest of the vacation,” Sarah promised. “I know I’ve been the worst friend ever leaving you with Jack.”

“I knew what I was getting into.” Kat was sure that her words were just a little hollow and her smile not entirely convincing because Sarah frowned and then said she was disappearing back to her room for a few minutes but would be right back with a present.

Kat was left with nothing to do but kick her feet under the barstool.

Across the bar she noticed a man sitting by himself and she made a decision—she wasn’t going to be the only person on the trip not getting laid, so she stood up, tried to subtly make her bikini top do something for her tits and walked towards the man with her shoulders back.

She tapped on his shoulder when she reached him, put on her most flirty smile when he turned around, and said, “Hi, I’m Kat. What are you drinking?”

The man’s face went through multiple different facial expressions, none particularly clear but none at all good, and Kat’s confidence shattered into pieces when he laughed so abruptly and so harshly that he immediately started choking.

“Nothing you can afford to buy me, sweetheart, and nothing I’d buy for a girl who got into her mommy’s make up.”

Kat wasn’t entirely sure how she got away, she had no memory of leaving because all she could see in front of her was his face, yet she ended up at the open door of a cubby and hid away in it without hesitation and kicked the door shut behind her.

If she wasn’t willing away the tears in her eyes, she may have been able to appreciate it for the secluded, cozy space that it was and not the stark reminder that she was going to be the only person on her vacation who didn’t have any fun.

The scraping of the door had Kat glaring at the ceiling; none of the details of that were clear either through the tears.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“With you?” she asked, nothing but bite in her voice. “No.”

Footsteps drew closer to her and it was the final straw for a tear to escape—she tried to swiftly wipe it off her cheek before Jack saw. The movement was more than enough to give her away.

“I can go find Sarah but I don’t know if you want to explain and relive that.”

“Explain that I tried to put myself out there and he literally laughed in my face? Probably not.” She inhaled sharply. “Wow, I’m reliving it anyway.”

“I know you don’t like me very much—and don’t lie about it,” he interjected when she opened her mouth to deny. “It’s fine. You don’t have to like me. I just don’t think you should let one guy ruin your trip.”

Kat laughed, so hard that she snorted, at the irony of the one guy who had ruined her trip saying that. Jack preened, thinking he had accomplished something by making her laugh.

“I can handle being rejected,” she said firmly before admitting meekly, “He hit every insecurity I have in like two sentences.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Look, you aren’t exactly my favourite person in the world either but you’re hot and he’s an idiot, so.”

Kat’s mouth opened, and then shut when she couldn’t get any words out. She didn’t even know what words she wanted to say. All she could do was stare up at Jack and try to make sense of what he’d said.

“Don’t make it weird,” he joked as he nudged her thigh with his knee.

Knowing that if she kept looking at him she was certainly going to make it weird, Kat looked out one of the cubby’s windows and briefly caught sight of Sarah returning to poolside with Nico.

“Why did you crash my vacation?” she asked, finally getting to the question she’d been wanting to ask since she heard he’d bought flights.

“Your vacation?” Jack asked incredulously as if it was the first he was hearing about him inviting himself along at all.

“This is a vacation Sarah and I have been thinking about since freshman year,” Kat explained, exasperation growing inside her again as it so often did when Jack was involved. “I barely got over Nico being invited.”

Jack was sure and certain, far less incredulous, and told her, as if he’d had his explanation planned for quite some time, “I crashed your vacation because I knew someone was going to end up being the third wheel. I really kinda thought it’d be Neeks but I was prepared to make you like me if I had to.”

Unable to keep looking away, Kat was taken aback by the soft smile on Jack’s face. She’d never seen him look less than smug and was utterly disarmed by the change. And by the way it made her feel.

“Thank you. For being here. On my vacation and right now.”

“Don’t make it weird,” he said with the same nudge of her thigh as earlier.

He extended his hand to her, saying that they should rejoin Nico and Sarah before they started to worry or ask questions. Kat pretended she didn’t feel the fluttering in her stomach when their hands touched. She also ignored the disappointment she felt when he let go when she was standing.

Instead of walking with her to Sarah and Nico, Jack turned in the direction of the bar. If he were anybody else, Kat might be worried that he was going to find the guy who had rejected her. As little as she actually knew him, it didn’t take much leap in logic to realise he was just going to get them drinks.

Sarah and Nico were sitting at a table closer to the pool than Sarah and Kat had been, a little brown bag on the table in front of them.

“This my present?” Kat asked, reaching out to open the bag slightly. “Oh, yum, baklava.”

She took one of the empty seats and wasted no time tearing open the bag and indulging. Sarah and Nico watched her for a moment, before their eyes shifted back towards the bar, and Kat knew that they’d seen her and Jack leave the cozy cubby together.

“Something you want to share?” Sarah asked, one eyebrow slightly raised.

“Nope,” came Jack’s voice from above Kat’s head, shortly followed by his arm and the drink he was placing in front of Kat.

As the moon rose and the sun disappeared completely from the sky, Kat reluctantly admitted to herself that Jack wasn’t all that bad—even his laugh was contagious more than grating in the aftermath of his comforting moment.

Kat took the opportunity when Sarah and Nico went to get another round of drinks to ask Jack, “Did you mean it? That you think I’m hot?”

A familiar smirk formed on Jack’s face, his hand moving to her bare thigh.

“Don’t make it weird, Kat.”

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lovemari · 3 months

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IMPORTANT: Hello! My old account, Lovemari, got deleted. Therefore, I had to make a new one. I'm honestly pretty upset about this so I'll take some time to recover! Thankfully, all my posts are saved as I write them in google docs before posting. Please like and reblog so I can reach my old followers and potentially new ones!

Cat Date - Wanderer x Reader

Reminder: I'm not an experienced writer so construction criticism is always welcome! Also, I write for fun. I just wanted to share my work around the world!

Pairing: Wanderer x Reader

Synopsis: Wanderer asks you on a date in a strange way.

Notes: Let's be honest, in this fict, the cats were Wanderers wingcat lol. Also, not my proudest fict but I still like the scenario!

Recently, Dove, your cat has been acting odd. She's gone the entire day and comes back meowing at your door in the middle of the night, ruining your whole sleep schedule.

You believed it to be some kind of cat ritual or anything else that's crazy. Though, one day, or night to be exact, you found yourself quite curious. Dove hasn't been at your door for 2 days.

What do you do? You got up, at 12 in the night, and went to the neighbors house. He's quite the strange guy, if you were honest. Still, you always thought he was a cat himself. If not, then he certainly acted like one. So why not pay him a visit.

You knocked on his door, and out came the bowl cut dwarf, “Ugh..you? What is it?” He grumbled, clearly annoyed that you woke him up. At this point, you were panicking, “I can't find Dove! Can you help?” You rushed, with thoughts of Dove lingering in your mind. What if she was eaten by coyotes? Or even worse, stolen!

Your neighbor laughed, “I'm Wanderer, by the way.” He replied, as if nothing was happening. Before you could say anything Wanderer butted in, “Your cats with me. She's in love with my cat, Raven, for whatever reason. It's truly disgusting” He snickered, though, meaning no harm.

You blinked a couple of times before immediately rushing into his house. There, you saw Dove sleeping with Raven.

Swooping her up, you rushed out of the house. Wanderer stopped you before you could make your exit, unfortunately.

He gave you his number, “Tomorrow, 5:00, xxxx” He invited before smiling, “Let's have a cat date.” You gave him a weird look, was he drunk or something? Wanderer doesn't usually act like this.

You figured he wasn't right in the head so you rushed out, hoping he'll be sober in the morning.

You kissed Dove's head before turning off the night. Dove responded with an annoyed mew, clearly unhappy about you embarrassing her about her boyfriend. Unfortunately for her, you couldn't care less about a cat's love life.

You woke up early. You thought about it for a while but you decided you'd visit Scaramouche. Two reasons, actually. One, you wanted to make sure he wasn't drunk. Two, you didn't want to ditch him in case he wasn't drunk.

You got dressed and went to the place he mentioned. It was a cat cafe. You didn't know he was into that stuff but honestly, you weren't surprised.

You walked into the cafe, immediately being welcomed by some girl. You nodded, a little creeped out, before finding Scaramouche at a seat. You walked to him, “Hey.” You greeted. He looked at you, “About yesterday? I'm sorry.I was drunk.” He replied, quickly. He must be embarrassed.

You checked, “I figured.” your laughter stopped as you saw Wanderer blushing, playing with his hands, “I like you. That part was true” He confessed, his voice low and quiet.

You were surprised, to say the least. This man sure had a strange way of confessing but you found it cute.

You figured, it was too early for dating. Especially because you rarely talk to Wanderer. Still, there was something about him you enjoyed, “How about we have more cat dates before we decide what's best?” You teased, referring to when Wanderer was drunk. Wanderer nodded, acknowledging your tease and accepting it.

You could both see the sparks between you two.

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judyfromfinance · 1 year

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Olden Times. Modern Thinking.

(Heimdall/Modern!Reader)

Summary: You know things you’re not supposed to. You behave oddly. And the way you speak is even odder. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus have no idea if they should believe your ramblings of another world and of a future they have no way of knowing is real. But, you seem harmless enough. Plus, Faye may rise from her grave if they let a poor woman freeze to death in their forest, right outside their home no less.

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Chapter 1

You woke up cold and alone on the forest floor. Not remembering how you came to be here at all. Last you remembered was going to sleep, passed out in your work clothes on your uncomfortable couch. Your abysmal day at the grocery store dealing with rampaging customers leading you to not care if you were still wearing your bra and sleeping in uncomfortable jeans. You just needed rest. And rest you did. Until you felt a chill run through your body and pierce your bones. A cold you’ve never felt before but payed no mind to as you blindly tried to grab your pink Kirby throw blanket you kept on the back of the couch, for this exact purpose. When your hand touched nothing but air and landed in a cold wetness, you jolted up.

Snow. Snow was everywhere. Giant birch trees surrounded you as well. Your body started to shiver involuntarily. You peered down at your black graphic t-shirt and blue vest and realized the snow was starting to melt slightly. You immediately shot up and patted yourself down. Not wanting to be wet in this type of weather.

“What the fuck is happening?” Your breathing started to turn harsh as anxiety and fear gripped your heart. You spun around in a circle trying to orient yourself, but it was hard to do when you had absolutely no idea where you were. And how you even got here was even more concerning.

“Oh god, What do I do? What do I do?” You whispered to yourself. Trying to come up with a plan, with SOMETHING that might help you here. But your mind came up blank. Panic. You were panicking. You looked down towards your hands and saw the tips of your fingers start to turn blue.

“Fuck. Ok, come on (y/n) think. Find shelter. Start a fire. How the fuck do I start a fire!?” Your mind raced with ways to help your survival but you were never one for camping so you came up with zilch. But then, from your right you heard something. Talking? Oh my god, people! They’d have to help you! You forced your frozen limbs to walk towards the voices. You couldn’t feel your feet. Your tennis shoes being buried in snow as you walked.

“Hello! Please I… I need help!” You shouted towards the voices. You see a small fire as you approached the fence. It was made of white birch limbs. Your knees shook as they gave out. Your hands shooting out to grab at the fence. But instead you pushed it inwards and landed on your face. Why did it feel like this cold was actively trying to harm you? Like the winter snow wanted to bury you alive and seep the life out of you? Like it was… alive.

“Father, who is that!?”

“Be on your guard. We don’t know who or what that may be.” You looked up as two figures approached you. Figures you’ve seen before. Those voices. You’ve heard those voices before as well. But for now, you needed out of this goddamn cold.

“Please, it’s so cold.” Atreus approached you and helped you up. As he held you in his arms he realized just how severe Fimbulwinter could be for mortals. “Father! She’s freezing! We have to help her.”

Kratos grunted before asking for your name and how you came to be in their forest. You gave it. You gave it all. In a stuttering and discombobulated mess, but you tried your best to sound honest and friendly. You did not want to pose yourself as a threat to these men. These Gods.

“Well, that is quite interesting if true lass.” Mimir said from Kratos’ belt.

“I’m telling th… the truth I… I swe… swear!” You look up at him. Hoping to portray your innocence through your eyes. After all they are the window to the soul, are they not. “Father, she’ll die out here if we don’t help her.” That statement shook you to your core. And you realized just how truthful it was. If you did find a way to survive in this cold by yourself, what of all the creatures and monsters that lurk in this world. You’d die out there. Alone. You look up towards Kratos one last time. “Please.”

“Can you carry her?” He asks his son. Atreus just nods as he picks you up effortlessly as they made their way back to their cabin. The winter finally seeped into your mind as you slowly drifted to a dreamless sleep.

“Mimir.”

“Yes lad?” Atreus looks towards you sleeping peacefully in his arms as he was instructed to lay you in Kratos’ bed of furs. “Do you believe her? She claims she’s from another world. Can we trust her?” He said as he turned towards his father, who was adding more wood to the fire.

“Odder things have happened in this world. I believe her. But does that mean we can trust her? Only time will tell.” Kratos hums in agreement. He knows all about how strange this or other worlds could be.

“Well, I think we should trust her.”

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I did a thing? I am currently doing a thing? I don’t know. I’m a sucker for this Isekai cliche shit. I I love that weasel of a man so. This was born. Hope you enjoy. Lol.

#heimdall x reader #god of war ragnarok x reader #god of war x reader #heimdall gow x reader #gow reader insert

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shinjisdone · 9 months

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I read your rules, and I think it says you are still taking them as atm. Discard if not the case. Prompt: "I'd burn the world and everything in it for you" Yandere Link, dealers' choice for which. :)

I really tried to find a Link who could fit the prompt...and while I think BotW Link could be like that, I also caved in cuz I REALLY REALLY love him '//•~•//

Also felt a bit sassy and added in a bit of a background very similiar to my oc but tried to keep it rather neutral too (◕‿-)

TW: Yandere behavior, clinginess, Link kinda gives reader orders lowkey, people are mentioned to get hurt, selfish behavior, stubborn and selfish Link, non-consensual kiss

Yandere! Breath of the Wild! Link

Yandere Prompt 1.) "I'd burn the world and everything in it for you."

This morning your mind refused to really focus and actively be here in the world.

Even the galloping of his horse seemed dull no matter how fast he ushered it to go. Mindlessly you followed him up the mount, sitting behind him, Link telling you to hold on tight and so you did. Yesterday did not do you well.

Again, your mind wandered there. The scene was so vivd in the moonlight and the night had seemed to stretch as you both went back home. 'Home' it was, the small little shack in Hateno that was still in the middle of many needed restorations and Link was so motivated to let it all happen, spending all the rupees needed to transform it into your home - he had asked you what you wanted - flowers, a garden, a stable, the colors and shapes - and yet it all went down the drain recently. Link stopped investing.

"...What's wrong?" Link looked over his shoulder as your hands absent-mindedly let go of his waist. His voice was meek. "Oh, nothing," You quickly shook your head and he asked you to hold on tighter on him. "...Say, how are you doing?" The young man looked at you, his light blue eyes softening for a moment before he faced the road again. "I'll be fine." He let out.

Link began speaking his mind less and less, you noted. He wasn't like that when you met him.

The forced smile on your face vanished and you made sure to wrap your arms around his waist tighter. Your friend would stop, collect some more things - food, ingredients, weapons, items - before heading off faster and faster and further to the coast of Hyrule.

"Where are we even going?" You finally asked and Link ignored you yet again. Kakariko was just a hill down and the dirty blonde was set on visiting even this late at night - that's what you assumed.

"Stay here." He whispered as he quickly changed his clothes to something dark. With bated breath and worry, fidgeting in your place but not courageous enough to disobey him, you watched as Link sneaked down and began taking the crops, food and clothes out of people's shacks. It was only a matter of time before one local noticed the smallest of noises and began yelling at the intruder - not realizing it was Master Link, the chosen hero as they brought their pitchfork. Cold blue eyes snapped at them and with a swift move, the local fell on the ground, unconcious.

You panicked, gasping as he returned and grabbing onto him to slow him down, "Link!" You breathlessly let out as the rest of the village woke up. Ignoring you once again he grabbed you, hoisted you up on the horse and fled.

Fingers twitched as you held onto the rails and pulled them back once you were out of sight. The horse brayed and stopped, causing both of you to stumble.

"Link! What was that?! What's gotten into you?!"

He tried to have you sit back on the horse yet you refused.

"These are our friends! The entirety of Kakariko trusts you!"

You watched something shift in his gaze and his lips were a thin line.

"We're leaving." You almost blurted out a confused noise and your face scrunched up.

"Leave where to?"

"We're leaving Hyrule." Link was blunt even as his gaze had shifted as he saw the look on your face. Your lips were pressed into a thin line, eyes widened as you understood what he meant. "Link", you started with a measured tone, "You can't go. We may have come this far but we aren't done. Everyone here needs you."

"I don't need them." He felt couragous enough to finally bark out his frustrations - yet as he stomped forward to grip your arms, his eyes softened. Softened in the way whenever he was able to recall a distant memory, a past long-forgotten by those who used to know him. You were there when he remembered each little piece of his past and you were especially there for him when he shed tears at the very last one. "I just need you." You both frowned and you feared that Link would start crying again. His grip tightened and you tried to ignore the pain.

"This isn't right." Nevertheless, you tried to stir him back to the right path. "Everything is still in shambles. We need to fix it." "For whom? Everything is already in shambles, no one remembers me. Those who did are gone. Now...I only have you."

There was a thought in your head, a very obvious fact but for his sake you bit your tongue. Holding his arms in return, you forced him to look at you in the eye and spoke sternly. To finally, finally get it into his head. Hoping that what had happened last night would not deter him.

"What about the princess? She saved you, she is protecting everyone right now, she remembers you still. And now she is waiting for you." There - you can clearly see through him and through his glare. Link's mind shifts to long, golden hair while he attempts to surpress the fact that she suffered as much as he did - he could recall that well. Yet he wanted his selfishness to win still. "I remember her." He spat, "Remember an envious princess who despised my destiny as much as I did. I don't want it anymore."

"Link, please-"

"I don't want it! I just want you!"

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore.

"You are the hero! You must save the world!"

Hands still gripping your arms, he lowly leaned on you before shaking his hanging head slowly. Staying still for a few moments more, you feared he wouldn't answer you anymore and stubbornly follow his selfish wish anyway.

Still shaking his head, Link slowly lifted it to stare into your eyes - his were drunkily narrowed, eyebrows down with a crooked grin, looking like he wanted to cry.

"I'd burn the world and everything in it for you."

Again, your breath hitched as it did the night before as Link left helpless travelers to their demise to monsters, simply because they refused to help you while they could and he was dragging you to safety.

Whimpers escaped your throat as he rushed towards you, pressing his calloused lips thinly against yours.

You vivdly remembered that he said the exact same words to you that night as well but you desperately tried to delude yourself of such a possibility. That the chosen hero you were supposed to help turned out to be a selfish, suffering man who found solace in your existence when everyone forgot his.

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red-airhead · 9 months

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𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱. 𝔗𝔴𝔬: ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤

Masterlist

word count - 2,028

genre - fluff, romance, angst but it's mostly dream based

warnings - feminine terms, afab! reader, Felix x Reader, Chan x Reader, mentions of nightmares, suicide in a flashback, cuddling, kissing, light makeout, use of pet names (baby), chan walking in on reader, lmk if I missed anything.

I Am Damaged from Heathers is technically used, just minus a few lines and more altered to fit the scenario.

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Sleepless nights still existed to you, however they were much less. During those sleepless nights they were often because of nightmares. After finally having a safe place to heal and people that would protect you, your body and mind had finally gotten a chance to process everything, and it would end up all as nightmares.

You don’t know when they started, you knew it was somewhere shortly after you had arrived, maybe a few days when you had gotten a good rest.

They were all so kind to you, taking turns taking care of you, feeding you, watching over you, taking care of your wounds. It made you happy knowing that you could even feel safe even in a world like this.

You couldn’t even find a way to thank them. They were your shelter and they were taking care of you. All you knew sooner or later you’d grown close to them. It was only a few days and you already felt comfortable enough to even talk to them for a while, and also get comfortable while watching movies. It was strange that you could enjoy such a life, but it was only because you were healing.

The others would sometimes go out and go for supplies, mostly things that were desperately needed or things that you needed. You knew it was a struggle for them, especially coming back looking as horrified as ever.

But now, you were having nightmares. You’d be waking up in cold sweats and on the verge of crying. This resorted to sleeping during the day, or sleeping in if you didn’t stay up for too long. You didn’t bring it up to anyone as you knew it wasn’t their problem.

Eventually, you woke up one night screaming, quickly sitting up and scrambling to the headboard. You just started crying. You couldn’t even hold it in and it didn’t matter if anyone heard you.

You spent a few minutes crying and panicking that you didn’t even hear the knocks on your door until a little while after.

“Who is it?” You called out, quickly wiping your tears to refrain them from seeing you cry even more than you already were.

The door slowly opened and Felix popped his head open, a soft smile on his face, “Everything okay? I heard you scream..” He said gently, stepping in and closing the door.

“Oh,, Yeah I–I’m okay.. I jus’... I had a nightmare..” You admitted, sniffling and sitting up as he walked over to sit on your bed.

“Oh baby.. I’m so sorry..” He quickly pulled you into an embrace, not even having a second thought of you being uncomfortable. You just melted into the embrace, hands gently wrapping around and gently holding the back of his shirt.

“ ‘s okay.. It happens..” It was silent for a little while after that. Felix wanted to ask what happened in the nightmare but he felt like that was too much. He decided to just comfort you, letting you cry for a little while longer. His hands were considerably smaller than the others but they held warmth and such comfort as he rubbed them up and down on your back.

“Do you want to tell me what happened in the nightmare? You can talk to me about them, y'know?” He gave you and opening, and he wasn’t sure you’d take it.

You thought for a moment, sitting up with your hands now resting on his chest, resting just slightly behind your waist.

“Before my group had died,, There was one I fell in love with.. He loved me just as equally as I loved him..” You began, sniffling as you looked back on it.

“What was his name?” Felix asked, a hand lifting to wipe away tears.

“His name was Kang.. A lot of us nicknamed him Kangaroo..” You smiled at the memory, remembering how he’d get flustered with the nickname.

Felix hummed in response, waiting for you to continue.

“He was the first to go.. I went with him to go get supplies and when we were looking he got bit, and yes I killed it, but there was nothing left to do..” You sniffled, tears forming once again as you looked back on the memory

-flashback-

You stood close to Kang, quickly trying to stop the bleeding even though it wouldn’t do anything, “baby please,, let me-”

“No.. it’s not going to help..” He muttered, gently cupping your face as tears began to form. You could see it in his expression that he was just as heart broken as you were.

“Kang.. please..” You whimpered, hand going on top of his.

“Fuck..” He cried out, pressing a kiss to your forehead, pulling you into a tight embrace before letting you go and stepping back.

“Baby, what’re you doing..?” You whimpered, trying to stop him but he quickly stopped you.

“I am damaged, Far too damaged..” He sniffled, tears now falling as he couldn’t hold them back anymore.

“No you’re not baby, you’re okay if we just-”

“But you’re not beyond repair..” He pointed at the cut on your thigh that was still healing.

“Stick around, make things better..” You watched as he pulled out his gun, pointing it at his head.

“Please stand back now..” You took 4 steps backwards, watching him.

“Little further..” 4 more steps back.

“Hope you miss me, wish you’d kiss me for the last time..”

“Oh my god please– wait–”

“Once I’m gone, clean this messed up world.”

“Not this way– PLEASE!”

“I’m sorry.. I love you.. So much.” He whimpered, cocking the gun and–

Bam…

-end of flashback-

“He took his own life to prevent him from turning.. I remembered that he said he wanted to die human one time.. So rather than letting himself turn…” You could feel Felix pull you back into the same warm embrace, in which you quickly clinged to him.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.. I hope you know you have people here that love you..” He whispered gently, trying to keep you close and comfort you.

“It’s okay.. Thank you..” You muttered against the cloth of his t-shirt. He only hummed. It was quiet after that.

You weren’t sure when, but you had fallen asleep, clinging to Felix for dear life. Felix didn’t even have the heart to let you go so he laid down with you and stayed. He knew you needed it.

You woke up that morning to see Felix’s sleeping expression, slightly squashed against the pillow underneath him. He looked so peaceful and you weren’t sure if it was just the lonely part in you saying that or if it was actually your feelings.

Your hand lifted to gently cup his cheek, pressing a kiss to his forehead but afterwards you quickly covered your mouth and turned around.

You could feel Felix stir awake, a very low and groggy groan coming from him as he rubbed his eyes. You could feel his arms wrap around your waist and pull you close to him. You melted into the warmth.

“G’morning..” He muttered, pressing a kiss to your nape. You shivered from the contact but ignored it nonetheless.

“Morning.. When did I fall asleep?” You asked, slowly turning to face him.

“Well, you fell asleep after telling me what happened in your nightmare,, so I’d say around 3 in the morning.. I stayed because you had a death grip on my shirt..” He teased, pressing a finger to your nose in which you scrunched it.

“Hm.. Sorry about that..”

“No it’s okay,, I– None of the other guys exactly cuddle a lot.. All of them are either too scared to sleep during the night or they’re up all night looking through supplies.. The ones that do sleep are Hyunjin, Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin.. Chan, Changbin, and Minho are the ones up all night..” He explained, brushing your messy hair from your face.

“Hm.. Well if you need a cuddle buddy after a horrific nightmare, you know where to find me.” You muttered out.. Wait a damn minute what did you just say?

You ignored it, not wanting to think about it. You slowly sat up and stretched, Felix following along, “I’m going to go get changed,, If you decide to sleep a little longer I’ll come check up on you.”

“Okay,, thank you Felix.” He couldn’t help but smile at you, standing up and walking to your side of the bed to press a kiss on your forehead. Has he always been that affectionate?

Once he left you stood up and looked through the closet and drawers, finding something that fit you well enough before you started walking to the bathroom. You still had a limp from your injury, and it was hard to change without any pain, but you didn’t exactly mind.

Once in the bathroom, you began to take off your sleep shorts, soon your shirt would start to follow but just before you could even get it past your bra, Chan had walked in by accident.

“Holy!- Chan fucking knock!!” You shouted, he quickly went to cover his eyes but before he did he noticed your wrapped up wounds.

“A-Are you having trouble changing?”

…

“Yes..”

There was no argument after that. He ended up walking in and closing the door behind him, quickly taking off your shirt. You didn’t even know why he silently offered to help, but you appreciated it as it would be less pain for you.

He led you to the toilet where he would wrap your wounds with new gauze and sports tape.

You being taken care of was a normal occurrence at this point, so you didn’t even question. What surprised you the most was when he kissed the new sports tape.

“What’s that for…?”

“I do that with Felix’s and Hyunjin’s wounds.. Give them the illusion that wounds will heal faster that way. I figured it would help you.” He explained, then carefully pulled the leggings over your calves and up to your knees.

You stood up so he could get it over your hips. You both held eye contact for a moment. Your eyes went from his to his lips.. Were they always that plump? So kissable? Wait a minute is he not wearing a shirt?

He watched you, snorting before reaching to grab the clean t-shirt. Your hand quickly stopped him and it grabbed his attention.

“Something the matter..?” He asked, t-shirt still in hand as he stood up straight to look at you.

You shook your head as a blush spread across your cheeks. You cleared your throat. Your hand went to his bare shoulder and slowly slid down as you watched his muscles tense a bit.

Chan could feel a blush growing as well before he let his free hand glide to your cheek.

You both leaned in closer, inches away from kissing. Was this the right thing to do? It felt right..

“Is this okay..?” He asked in a hushed tone, nose and forehead touching yours as your hand rested on his bicep.

“If it wasn’t I would’ve stopped you..” You whispered, eyes flicking between his own and his lips.

That gap was soon closed as he began to press his own lips against your own. You don’t know what it was but the way his lips felt on yours felt so perfect to you.

The kiss was held for a few moments before Chan began moving his own lips against yours. Slightly deepening the kiss. Oh how you wanted more..

You let it carry on a little longer before pulling away, light panting passed your lips, “What’s the matter..?” He hummed out, hand staying at your cheek as you looked back at each other.

“Nothing I just– I’d like to get dressed and get some food.” You smiled at him, in which he smiled back and slid the shirt over your head. You put your own arms into the sleeves before pressing a kiss to his lips and walking out of the bathroom, his head following you.

What the fuck was that..? A makeout with someone you barely knew? Or maybe it was leading to something more..

#stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids comfort #stray kids fluff #bang chan #kim seungmin #hwang hyunjin #seo changbin #lee felix #lee minho #han jisung #yang jeongin #ot8 #ot8 x you #zombie apocolypse au

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CW: ref to past abuse, nightmares

Rowena sat on a stool in Emma's bathroom, a rainbow towel draped over her shoulders.

"You sure about this?" Rowena nodded, pointing to where she wanted Emma to cut her hair. "And you're sure you want me to do it?"

"Just do it."

There was a shaky breath and the sound of scissors hacking away at damp hair. Slowly Emma chopped off half of Rowena's hair, the damaged strands falling to the floor. The weight seemed to come off more than just her head.

"Okay... it's a bit uneven, and by 'a bit' I mean a lot, but I'll try and even it out."

A strange sadness washed over her, and before she knew it Rowena was crying again. At first it was just silent tears, but soon her chest started heaving, breaths coming thick and fast.

"Oh gods, did I do it wrong?" Emma panicked, rushing round to face her.

"No-" she choked out. "No, it's..."

"Hey, come here." She pulled her into a tight hug, resting her head on Rowena's shoulder. "It's going to be okay. We're okay. They can't hurt us anymore."

Emma pulled back, wiping away Rowena's tears.

"How are you..."

"Okay?" Emma finished the question for her. "I'm not. I have nightmares, and I cry a lot, and honestly I'm really fucking scared. But then I remember I can go outside when I want, and wear my own clothes, and eat sweets and I'm a bit less scared."

Rowena looked away. Emma sighed, guessing what she was thinking.

"I know it doesn't seem like much, but I was there for six years. I couldn't remember what grass felt like or how sweets tasted. It's different for you. I can't tell you how to feel better - but I know you can't just bottle it up and ignore it." She gave Rowena another tight squeeze. "Come on, let's go eat."

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Rudy laughed.

"Come on, Torsen." He flipped a knife in his hand. "me or him?"

Rowena turned. Marcus was on the other side of her, face grim. In front of her sat Emma, gagged and tied to a chair.

"Who do you want to kill her? Me or him?" Rudy was now next to Emma, stroking her hair as he leaned in.

"Stop." Rowena wanted to move but her feet seemed stuck to the floor, her mouth sluggish. "Please."

"What did I tell you about following orders?" Now it was Marcus's turn to move, standing stoically in front of her. "I told you to choose."

Her hands were chained above her head, so tight her feet grazed the floor. As Marcus raised his fists, Rudy plunged the knife into Emma's chest.

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Rowena woke in a cold sweat. Her heart beat in her ears along with the remnants of the nightmare's crying. No... the crying wasn't in her head.

Throwing back the covers, Rowena ran to the door. The terrified sobs were coming from Emma's room, where Shaan was already pounding on the door. They only waited a couple of seconds before bursting in.

Emma was curled up in bed, covers twisting around her, sheets soaked with sweat and tears. Shaan rushed for her, gently holding her shoulder.

"Ems," he said softly, "Emma, wake up." He shook her a little. "Emma!" She woke with a shout, shuffling backwards. Shaan held his hands up. "It's okay, it was just a nightmare. I'm here. You're okay."

It took her a few seconds before she relaxed a little, sliding back down in bed, allowing Shaan to hold her.

Rowena watched the pair for a moment. Emma was wrong. It wasn't grass or sweets that made her feel safe, though they probably helped. No. It was having someone to wake you up when the nightmares came, someone to hold when you cried. Someone who made the world a little less scary.

She didn't doubt that Emma or Shaan would wake her up, or give her a shoulder to cry on. But they couldn't take the fear away.

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#mortiawrites #whump #whumpee #hurt/comfort #nightmares

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 6 months

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Hamstur - a Malevolent crack-fic

There are many timelines in Malevolent. Kayne has his fingers in all of them, trying continually to recreate the circumstances that gave us John, trying continually to see what happens if he tweaks the settings a little more.

Today, those tweaks produced a hamster.

Oops.

Technically part of the Surrogate series. In reality, PURE CRACK-FIC. @sparklyandheroic came up with the pun and... here we are.

AO3

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[Text taken and slightly edited from Part 30, The Tenant. Also alternate timelines are a thing, SO.]

“Anyway. King in Yellow.”

Yes.

“I don’t get the impression that he’s interested in seeking us out anymore.”

Why is that?

“Well, he had you back! I believe you were true to your word, even if you don’t remember it, that you would make things difficult for him. I think you are your own, now, John. I don’t think the King wants that back.”

What do you think Kayne did to him?

“Anything Kayne would do without motivational reason is extremely concerning.”

You made no deal.

“I made no deal.”

Hmm.

“Yes, anyway. That’s a great point, because if Kayne put Yellow back in his… more-or-less corporeal form as the King in Yellow, then everything I just said is moot. I think he would be gunning for us, more than ever.”

Hastur, the King in Yellow, the Feaster from Afar, the Lord of Interstellar Spaces, woke with the worst headache he’d ever known in eons of being.

No, wait. It wasn’t a headache. It was because he had a skull.

What was this? Since when had this happened? He didn’t have bones. That was mortal nonsense. Yet the fact remained, in spite of ill-wishing, that his skull persisted in containing his magnificence. He tried to reach up and touch it.

So that… was a surprise.

Tiny hands. Adorable four-fingered paws with claws on the ends like grains of rice. He stared at them, struggling with this whole three-dimensions thing, because that just made it all worse, then reached up to touch himself again.

His mask: intact. His tentacles… limited. He had a few around his face, but the rest of him seemed to be… to be…

A tremendous shuddering rocked him as if the boat he’d been on suddenly hit ground, and overhead, above, all around, light blazed. For all the world, it felt like a cloth had been pulled away, revealing him to entropy, and he squeaked in terror (squeaked?) and covered his masked face.

“See? I told you he was cute,” said an Outer God’s voice, and Hastur could barely stand it, barely handle the raw sound, the volume, the power that altered the very molecules of air it passed through.

“Awww!” said another Outer God (how the many were there here?), and Hastur abruptly found himself held in her hands.

Her hands were soft. And far bigger than he was. And he panicked.

“Haha! He pooped!” cried the first Outer God, but Hastur could consider no such indignity, scrabbling and biting to no effect at all. He could not weep in this body, but he could make panicked sounds, and did: little high-pitched screams like twisting bits of rubber.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay,” said the other Outer God (he vaguely recalled—Archivist? No, that wasn’t it… Keeper?). She was unbothered by his (surely) mighty teeth, and she added more hands, rubbing the back of his head, under his mask, around his flailing tentacles. “You sure he’ll be okay?”

“Yeaaah,” said the chaos god, the Bloody Tongue, one he vaguely knew as the Faceless God, and Hastur was terrified. Except the Bloody Tongue sounded almost… guilty? “Took a pinch too much to make that little guy in this particular timeline. It’ll all work out. I’ll put him back once he regrows enough not to, you know, spfoof.”

“No spfoofing,” confirmed the Keeper. “You poor thing. You’re going to be all right. You won’t even remember this afterward.”

“Could do it to yours, too,” offered the Howler of Darkness. “You could keep him here for a while. Get all that crazy out of his system.”

“He’s got enough going on,” snapped the one holding him. “You promised.”

Her petting was very nice. He had to admit it. His nerves betrayed him, tiny heart beating less rapidly, though he did continue screaming because of course he did.

“Sure, sure,” said the Crawling Chaos. “Anyway. Thought you’d like to look after him until I can put him back.”

“I will happily keep his enclosure here until he’s ready.” The Keeper tickled under his chin, reassuring, weirdly safe, and Hastur’s screaming lessened just a little. “How long, do you think?”

“Oh… maybe a week? Won’t be too long. This version of Yellow is simmering in Larson right now. Little big bigger. Should be interesting to see what happens.”

The Keeper shuddered. “Unpleasant.”

“You promised,” said the God of a Thousand Forms. “No touching my spinoff.”

“I won’t interfere,” she murmured. “Oh, who’s a cute little godling? You are! Yes, you are!”

Hastur was not cute!

Although… fine. Maybe it was nice to be… cute. Cute was admiration. Cute things were safe things. He preened a little, cleaning his face-tentacles, but couldn’t completely stop his panicked squeaks.

“Go on,” said the Keeper. “I’ve got it from here. Tabby is going to scream.”

“Have fun,” said the Stalker Among the Stars, and (thankfully) finally left.

“You’re going to be all right,” promised the gentle Outer God, the one whose handling and scent somehow told Hastur he was safe (and he refused to accept that it was his hamster-brain generating this response to whatever she was doing). “You’re going to have a lovely time before you go back to tormenting them.” And she gave him a raspberry.

It was huge. Big as his head. He took it greedily and held it with his tentacles, gnawing at his leisure.

Yes. Yes. Arthur Lester and his stolen piece. Yes.This would be fine. All was well. Safe and fed. Yes.

“Oh my gods,” said a human woman who didn’t matter and smelled of hair dye.

Hastur was fine. He would finish this, survive it, overcome as he always did, and then resume the plan. Arthur Lester would never know what hit him.

And meanwhile…

“Can I hold him?” said Tabby.

“He’ll defecate,” warned the Keeper.

“It’s a hamster. I expected as much. Oh! Ha! Keeps, get ready… Hamstur.”

The Keeper laughed, light and sweet.

Tabby laughed, just a little mean.

Hastur ate his raspberry and waited for the glorious time when he could resume his vengeance.

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Notes:

This is all the fault of @vmprsm and @sepiabandensis, for they created the art that led to this travesty.

@vmprsm:

@sepiabandensis:

#malevolent #malevolent crack-fic #crack fic #this is nonsense #the king in yellow is a hamstur I don't know what to tell you #kayne malevolent #kiy malevolent #surrogate series #SORT OF

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areus-in-a-little-cave · 1 year

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gibe. c!prime.

Exile c!prime for you as a treat

Throughout his life, Tommy had never even come close to drowning. He'd never floundered, he's never struggled, he'd never even swallowed water on accident. In a sea, a lake, a river, and whatever other body of water he could find himself in, Tommy excelled. He was good enough to teach people, experience and Wilbur said as much.

In that regard, water had been a friend to Tommy for his entire life.

Something had changed when he'd died.

Tommy had been shot in a rather fatal way; a heavy hunting arrow through the neck would kill a man quicker than he could stupidly pull it out, but Tommy had been unfortunate enough to live for a few more seconds.

His body, less him in that moment, had fallen off the bridge and into the lake.

For some reason, one he now grumbled about to himself whenever he sorted through his chests or went for a walk, his last thought as he died hadn't been about Dream, or the arrow, or the bow, or even L'Manberg. It had just been about the water.

It was safe to say that lakes had been spoiled for him. Rivers, too. And pools seemed reminiscent of bleeding out in the cold, wet, sinking pit of darkness, so he kept his distance. It was smart! And safe! And Tommy, obviously, prided himself on being at least one of those half the time.

But the oceans had never stopped being his friend. Fuck lakes. Fuck rivers. The oceans were always going to be different.

Tommy wasn't sure which one lapped against the shores of his beach in Logstedshire. Maybe the Lucian; it was the same one that fed into the SMP. Or maybe it was the Baddon sea, the sister sea of the Lucian.

Whatever. Tommy was shit at geography, that was Wilbur's thing. That was why Ghostbur cared about doing things like making compasses.

It didn't matter which sea it was, it was—it was just wrong. It wasn't an ocean, not to Tommy.

The waves were always grey, and the bottom was always growing closer and darker.

Sure, Ghostbur or Dream or whoever would say, it's because the sky is grey and the sea just reflected it, but it didn't matter. There was just something wrong with that ocean.

Tommy woke up drowning on the third day of his exile.

The second his mind registered the freezing water that had swallowed him sometime in his sleep, Tommy gasped awake and froze. His throat burned as he breathed in nothing but water, and he sputtered and panicked, clawing at himself for something to grip onto.

Tommy watched his own lungs work against, breathing in more and more water as he panicked, a pounding growing in his head. He grabbed as his own throat like that would help, like there were hands tightening and tightening that he could pull off.

His eyes blurred, and darkness swirled all around. Floating senselessly, the pressure of the depths tempting him to a quick and painful last death, Tommy could barely struggle.

When something grabbed him, and carried him away, he didn't fight back. If the sea wanted him, then he was already hers.

Somehow, Tommy's skin grated against sand and his body worked with him. He coughed and rolled onto his knees and forearms, his vision slowly coming back to watch him slam him own fist against his chest to cough up more water.

He panted and sputtered, digging his fingers into the sand each time his eyes started to blur the world and his head grew heavy.

Finally, it stopped, and he stared down at the now wet sand. His hair hung heavy in front of his eyes.

Dream was beside him, panting as well and just as soaked in sea water.

Tommy grinned weakly. "Bit cold for a swim, inn—"

Tommy cut himself off with a cough, hacking up his lungs as he pressed his forehead to the sand. He wheezed harshly, coughing more as he breathed in bits of sand.

Dream let himself fall back against the beach. "At least you're not filthy anymore."

"I'm plenty grimey, look at my fingernails."

A few more minutes passed until Tommy could finally breathe properly again. Once he followed in Dream's steps and rolled onto his back, Dream stood.

"I was going to suggest that we go fishing, but I guess you ruined that for yourself, so I'll go find something for us to eat."

Tommy sighed, scrambling his weak hands into the pockets of his wet shorts and grabbing whatever he had on it. He tossed it at Dream's feet, too exhausted to care about 'disrespecting authority', or whatever.

"What's this for?" Dream asked.

Tommy paused. Had Dream not asked him for...

That was weird.

Tommy forced a smirk. "Resources, since you're so damn poor. Find something expensive to eat, y'know, I'm starving, man."

Dream just looked at him without a word. Fucking weirdo, Tommy couldn't decide if his stupid silent stares would be better or worse without the mask.

"Okay."

Dream left with Tommy's things, and Tommy didn't dare look away from the cloudy sky. Once he felt the water come in in a weak wave, he stood and turned back to walk to his tent.

No friends in exile, he supposed.

No old friends, at least.

#areus drabble #proudfreakmetarusonniku #ask #ask box #thank you for the ask!#exile arc #c!primeboys #c!dream #c!tommy #tw death #ask to tag #making up random dsmp geography lore as I go on #also this got. longer than expected #tw drowning

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Final Chapter: I am (spanish version)

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Thanks for reading this story until the end! see you in the next journey! Thanks to the amazing @imdedlikeu for helping me with the translation~

As soon as they stepped onto the grounds of Lightning Wasteland, Arthur jumped off the dragon's back before it touched down. As if guessing what was going to happen, the draconic form vanished a few meters before landing, and the earth touched only the exhausted human form of Gabriel, who was left on his hands and knees in the grass.

"That was splendid, my love!" celebrated the british, coming to help him "Are you-?"

The next thing Arthur received was a hard punch, turning his face to the side.

"I'm fucking furious!" Portugal replied “We could have made a horrible mistake! Do you know what would have happened if those phases had touched us? You're supposed to know the most about these things, Kirkland!"

"First of all … OUCH!" he held his cheek with an offended gesture “And second, whether I know, it does not make me an expert. It could fail."

"You can’t just say it would have failed, not when it comes to all of our mortal children" he snapped "Are you out of your mind!?"

"Stop complaining" he made a gesture. “Nothing happened."

He walked towards the roots of the Holy Hawthorn, sitting on them. Gabriel followed him and sat next to him, letting the branches cover them of the green sun, while the petals seemed to want to bathe them with their swaying.

“Ugh!” the man snorted, annoyed. "Stop using that condescending tone with me, or I'll beat the crap out of you, Arthur Kirkland."

“Okay, okay…” He held up his hands in surrender. “Don't be mad, Gabe. Enjoy the scenery.”

Portugal frowned at him, but agreed. Both of them, naked like two Adams in an Eden, together contemplated the horizon in silence for a while, while listening to the distant sounds of the Empty Sea and the howling of the winds that came from somewhere, moving the flowers that cushioned the ground under their bare feet.

"What an anniversary, is this your big gift?" he asked suddenly, to finish purging his misgivings. Arthur closed his eyes and smiled.

"Yes, it is an opportunity."

"Opportunity? Of what?"

“Of real peace,” he began, “. Serenity. The human world conditions us, binds us, shapes us and transforms us. We grow and change with our children, and that's okay, because it's the order of things. But each century that passes, each minute that we exist, I have noticed in our brothers, our cousins, our neighbors, friends and enemies, parents and children and lovers, in everyone, that we are wearing ourselves out. That the syndrome of Les Fleur du mal is upon us, and I don't want it to knock on our door; much less, our bed.”

The Englishman turned to see him and took his hands; his voice full of soft honesty, that which he rarely showed with anyone.

“I was anxious when I woke up today with that feeling of boredom. The Baudelaire monster that Bonnefoy tormented me with, which I made fun of it when he expressed his concern few years ago,” his mouth twisted. “What will become of us, immortal beings, when we simply get bored with existing?”

"That would be... counterproductive and dangerous."

“I panicked when I woke up, and stayed locked in that bathroom, trying to redefine myself in front of the mirror; but it only got worse, and it scared me even more. I thought it was because of our anniversary, but it's me," he confessed. So I thought that on these dates, where we feel more strongly what unites us, perhaps we needed a new motivation; to remember that we shouldn’t feel tedious, because our steps together are eternal, and our curiosity too," he smiled at him. “So we can have new experiences; even if it is an inner journey towards ourselves. We are so extensive that we can spread out and do just that, do you understand?”

Portugal listened to him with an good-natured seriousness, but attentive to each intonation and pause.

“I don't understand why you didn't tell me in the human world. We could have talked about it."

“You know it's not my style, Gabe. I decided to take the most complicated path... therefore, the most spontaneous and fun. Everyone thinks I'm a bitter old man with a Kantian routine. You, Francis, Kiku and Alfred know better. The only ones on the entire planet who know me for who I am… aside from my brothers," he touched his chest "I will never stop being Peter Pan, and that solace allows me to continue to exist without destroying everything, erasing the shadow of weariness in my path. Because I still see the light and new things to discover in the future, in the hearts of my people" he caressed his hands "I don't want you to experience that feeling, and to be reminded that beyond everything, we will always have adventures to live together. Like this one"

Gabriel stared into the horizon, smoothing his hair with one hand, and sighed.

“You … are unbelievable. We almost got caught up by our phases to merge and we traveled to the Dream World in our current forms, alerting the entire planet, only to get to the point where we can never be bored together. Is that message a gift?” He looked at him, between resigned and amused.

"You can't tell me it wasn't original, right?" Emerald green eyes lit up and he raised his thick eyebrows. “Also, it's nice to stretch your paws here. Almost all of us tend to forget that every once-in-a-while we should visit this place and reset, remember who we once were, to know who we will be.’

"Can that be known, querido?" Gabriel looked at him curiously. "We do not have the gift of oracles."

"No, but it's always good to reinforce the structure," he caressed the other's legs sympathetically, he had no scars on that plain, “where you’re standing. It helps a lot when everything seems to lose meaning under pressure.”

"Speaking of pressure... I feel uncomfortable here" he looked up, the sky now red between the white thorns. “Like it's not the right thing to do."

“It’s not the correct way. I built the Lightning Wasteland to be reached only by our avatar forms,” he said carefully. “We can change freely and all can be on this ground. But the reality is that the oldest ones have always remained here, together.”

Gabriel paused for a moment, his eyes widening.

"That's why the alliance was able to exist continuously," he realized. "Because it started in the Emerald Forest, but you used your Ancient Magic and laid it apart on this plain, and these phases-”

“- Who were entwined at our wedding may remain separate from the others, and from the hardships of the Great Gray Castle. Yes,” Arthur completed with a smile. “That's partially why our kids were able to hold her despite the whole history” he held the other’s hands, " For this is what is truly immortal and permanent: the love I have for you.”

Gabriel’s eyes filled with tears that did not spill, but he smiled as he rarely did in the human world. He took the pale hands and pressed them against his chest with force.

“We may never know how our story will continue; if it ends, or is transformed. However, if there's something my Permanent Self knows, it’s that this is real. You are a part of me" Portugal smiled more ". Like those ancient words…”

"Like those ancient words" the Englishman repeated, feeling emotional as well. "I still remember them."

Both sat straight, and both recited, whispering like a secret

I am your reflection, and you are mine. This is the vow of the Old Oaths, until the White Lady leads us to the Dance of Endings.

Eu sou o seu reflexo e você é o meu. Este é o voto dos Antigos Juramentos, até que a Dama Branca nos conduza à Dança dos Finais.

With their hands entwined, their foreheads pressed together and their eyes closed, the petals that fell from the bush wrapped them in a whirlpool that stretched as they changed shape. The blue dragon appeared sitting among the roots, and next to it, a greenish tiger of colossal size, with lightning eyes and static in its paws, leaned on the great reptile's side, purring thunders. There, they both closed their eyes and leaned on each other; sleeping at different times, between eternity and a nap.

They would have time to return to the human world, celebrate with their loved ones and see once again how that eternal love was refracted in the ideas of the people of both nations. Now all that remained was to remember what was almost always forgotten: that they had molded each other forever, and that made their existence such; from the Roman province, brother of Hispania and the emerald-eyed rabbit of the Breton fields, to the largest and most powerful Empires in the West, with their eyes set on the future.

Because in the end, in a way, we are also what others see of us.

----THE END----

#hetalia #aph portugal #aph england #engport #porteng #engportevent #engportweek #engportweekevent #hws england #hws portugal #axis powers ヘタリア #fanfiction #hetalia axis powers #aph #hws

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enderb0y08 · 1 year

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I made an official AU!

This is called DustTale-A side, or DustTale: Changed Timeline, where everyone has the same roles but there’s huge differences to the story. The designs are also canon btw

(P.S-Sorry if sprites are bad quality again, I’m looking into better apps or programs for pixel art)

*STORY*

After falling into the underground for the First time, Frisk began her adventure and freed everyone from the underground. But one day, she got bored, and began to wonder what would happen if she reset the world, Sans was nearby and saw what was about to happen, he tried to stop her but failed. Eventually she woke up in the ruins, instantly realizing that she could do the same thing over and over again, and started to wonder what would happen if she attacked.

She put her idea to the test and began her first Genocide run after 5 resets, after her fifth, she met Chara for the first time. Chara made a deal with Frisk saying “I can help you bring something new into this world…all I ask is that you let me join you”

After thinking, Frisk closed the deal and they set off finishing the run. After over 356 resets, that was when things finally changed… and when Frisk would regret her actions.—————————————————————————————————— *CHARACTERS*

*FRISK*

Frisk in this world is more confident and adventurous, usually getting into trouble or finding trouble. After starting a fifth genocide route, she finally drifted away after making a deal with Chara, eventually becoming partners and committing mass genocide. Frisk now regrets those actions, but she cannot be set free on her own.

*FLOWEY*

Flowey is more careful on hiding his real intentions and plans, and enjoys watching Frisk failing from his traps and fights, he also resembles a buttercup and loves to act sweet and friendly. Flowey is a little more stronger when it comes to strength, specifically with vines and pollen. Flowey can grow to massive sizes and destroy walls if he wanted to, the pollen can act as a poison or make any person tired.

After the genocide run began, he showed more of his sinister side and acts as an alert for Sans, but also acts on his own accord. *TORIEL*

Toriel is more caring in this world and her magic is a bit stronger and the ruins is filled with flowers, vines trees and bushes, and grown by her. Toriel also keeps her old crown in her room, and a golden necklace with her at all times. After being killed by Sans, she returned as a phantom known as “The Burner”, any time you see her or she finds you, she’ll immediately burn on fire and attack.

*NABSTABLOOK*

Nabstablook is less nervous but prefers to be by himself sometimes. He enjoys listening to music a lot and wishes to make his own someday, usually he can be seen hanging out with his cousin Mettaton, or in at Waterfall singing with other monsters.

After being killed from revealing his weakness, he became a phantom called “Siren”. If you hear whistling or humming with no one around, run and hide.

*PAPYRUS*

Papyrus is more eager and energetic in this AU, his traps are more complicated and his puzzles are bigger, but fun though. Papyrus still wishes to become a royal guard, and tries to prove he is more than ready for it.

After dying, he follows Sans around wherever he goes, along with the other phantoms. He’s usually trying to calm Sans whenever he has a break down, and acts as his body guard. His traps are more violent as well.

*UNDYNE*

Undyne is more tactical and strong willed, including when it comes to battle. Undyne’s armor is tougher but somewhat lighter too, still has difficulties when entering HotLands however. After her death, she becomes “The shadow knight”, and will hunt Frisk down and attack when cornered or in complete darkness.

*ALPHYS*

While trying to help fallen monsters and keeping their bodies together, she caught an unknown illness and nearly died because of it. Alphys was in a panick one day after finding out her soul started cracking, and without thinking, injected herself determination, hoping it will mend her soul. It did, but at a cost however. Her body began to slowly melt, and the more stressed she got, the worse the condition. Undyne and Mettaton were there with her the entire time while it happened.

Eventually they both made a cure for Alphys. Whenever Alphys feels scared, stressed or angry, her body begins to melt and the worse the condition gets. After Sans’ rampage, she ran to the True Lab and broke down completely. Almost her entire body melted and now shows signs of mutation. She is one of the only ones Sans never killed.

*METTATON*

Mettaton loves to bring drama and excitement to the audience, and puts on a grand show every time. He also includes Nabstablook and other friends in different episodes, with Frisk being on one too. After death, Mettaton became “The beast”, and can be seen around at The Core, Alphys’ lab or with Sans. His soul is replaced with teeth, and a large eye on his chest, including two sharp tentacles that are attached to his back.

*ASGORE*

Asgore is more relaxed and did his best to fix his mistakes. Giving the fallen children a proper burial, the next day he found six beautiful flowers fully grown in front of the tombstones, along with the souls freed from their capsules. The souls are still in the castle, but now wander wherever Asgore goes, and love to chat with him.

Asgore and the children found peace.

But after his death, he became “Thorns”, his magic is stronger, and can be able to create his own vessel, which resembles his body, but he’s no longer the same. The children still stick with him, and worry that he may go too far and may die again.

*SANS*

Sans is the last one to talk about, in this world, he is more anxious and tired. But after the genocide runs and resets, he finally snapped, and began his own run.

He forces himself to stay awake whenever he feels tired, but it makes it worse and harder to use magic, which is where the phantoms come in when he must rest. After becoming the murderer, he also got more anxious, and even has panic attacks, or powerful meltdowns. He wishes he could turn back time, when everything was ok, but it can never be the same.——————————————————————————————————Welp, that’s about it for the story and Designs, hope you all enjoyed it. I’ll be posting more about the AU on here and with other sprites too. See ya next time ^^

#dusttale #undertale #pixel art #sprite sheet #sans the skeleton #flowey #toriel #asgore #undyne #frisk #alphys #nabstablook #mettaton #asriel #chara #story #official #undertale au

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thousandyearphantombunker · 2 years

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i remember seeing a crossover idea with TFP and Amphibia it was a cool idea, but while I like TFP I like TFA a lot more and I've been wanting to do a prequel type story with Optimus Elita and Sentinel- but then the whole amphibia crossover crawled into my mindspace and here me out- I think the three of them in this au would work. I'm imagining each other getting the whole power thing with the gems, Optimus gets heart ending up protecting wartwood Elita gets wit and is in newtopia and Sentinel gets strength, he ends up in toad tower but the circumstances around how they end up where they are, are obviously different- like I don't think grime could imprison sentinel easily and generally imagining a very different story in general- when sentinel suggests trying to find energeon on the abandoned warship they find the calamity box instead, and in general they a lot of power even without the connection to the stones so King andrias is less threatening... And elita isn't quite like Marcy, I'm trying to imagine how her interactions would be like idk- I also just think it would be hilarious if sentinel woke up in this very much organic world and spent a good portion of his time in this world panicking over it- it's a difficult au to work with but also fun (I'm debating on whether or not Elita is forced to use her download powers on a threat from amphibia ending up in a similar position to her canon self but leaning towards no) honestly there's a lot of kinks to work out with this idea but I'd like to hear some ideas

#amphibia #transformers animated #tfa #elita 1 #sentinel prime #optimus prime #transformers prime #transformer prime #tfp #crossover

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 years

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India Lima Yankee - Chapter 22

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2695

Warnings: Talk about death/near-death

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when her Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: Chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Mercy Kiss Me

Chapters: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9 Chp 10 Chp 11 Chp 12 Chp 13 Chp 14 Chp 15 Chp 16 Chp 17 Chp 18 Chp 19 Chp 20 Chp 21 Chp 22 Chp 23

Juliette

A strange weightlessness engulfed Juliette as she slowly came to from her blackout. Once again, Coffin Corner bested her ability to stay conscious. Although she wasn't trained near to the degree the pilots were to handle G-forces, Juliette had always prided herself on being able to endure them almost as well, to stay awake under the pressure that made most other civilians pass out.

Dazed and disoriented, Juliette attempted to gather her wits and bearings, but the world continually somersaulted around her. She heard herself croak out Coyote's name, hoping he'd respond with an answer or what was happening. Only silence responded. Juliette called out his name again, this time stronger and louder, and finally, she got a reply, but it wasn't from her pilot.

"Jules!" Maverick exclaimed, panicked.

"Mav, what's- shit," she gasped, desperately trying to catch her breath. Juliette tried to shift in her seat, but her body wouldn't- no, couldn't move, paralyzed by the forces of what she now realized was a free-falling F-18. Terror gripped her. "Coyote!"

"Juliette, can you reach the ejection handle?" Maverick demanded.

"No, I can't move. Maverick, I can't-" Juliette strained for the handle below, but the attempt was futile. "I can't move!"

Both she and Maverick started shouting Coyote's name repeatedly, and Juliette continually tried to grab hold of the ejection handle in the event her pilot didn't wake up in time, but she couldn't. All Juliette could do was yell at Coyote and pray fervently that the cacophony she and Maverick were creating, along with the blaring missile alert, woke him up. Otherwise, her life would be cut short in the blink of an eye. The fear and panic consuming Juliette prevented any tears from falling. She wouldn't stop trying to wake Coyote up or eject from this plane until she died.

Suddenly, the F-18 jerked upwards into the air and flew far away from the ground, leveling out at about 5,000 feet. Juliette ripped her mask off to stop anyone from hearing her erratic breathing that neared hyperventilating. That had been too close of a call...

"Coyote, Princess, you okay?" Maverick demanded immediately once the young aviator was safely away from the ground. "You okay?"

"I'm okay," Coyote confirmed, his breathing almost as crazy as Juliette's. "I'm good."

"Juliette? Are you okay?" Maverick repeated when her answer didn't immediately follow Coyote's.

With shaking hands, Jules lifted her mask to her mouth and said in a tone much calmer than she felt internally, "I'm good, Mav. I'm good."

She heard her uncle sigh with relief. "Good, good. That's enough for today."

Phoenix leveled out on Maverick's right-hand side and said, "That was close."

"Too close," Mav agreed quietly as the three of them headed back to base. Juliette leaned her head against the canopy and stared out at the terrain ahead. In the distance, she saw tiny black specks rapidly appearing, but by the time it registered with her what they were, the team had already come upon them.

"Bird strike! Bird strike!" Maverick barked. Coyote veered to the left, narrowly avoiding being hit, but Phoenix hadn't been so lucky. Juliette witnessed one of the birds hit the female pilot's plane, causing the left engine to catch fire. Panic ensued on the radio. Jules could barely make heads or tails of it as Phoenix spouted off what she was doing to try and regain control of her aircraft, but nothing seemed to be working. Maverick yelled frantically at her to eject, and finally, Phoenix listened. Juliette watched, mortified, as the plane plunged into the ground, exploding on impact with a horrifying fireball and plume of black smoke. Unfortunately, Coyote passed the crash site before Jules could see if Bob and Phoenix ejected in time, so she had no idea if they'd successfully escaped.

"Coyote, get yourself and Juliette back to base," Maverick ordered shakily. "I'm going to wait here until search and rescue arrive."

Coyote obeyed, and Juliette sank into her seat, a flood of different emotions roaring through her, each one swiftly replaced by the next in a vicious, never-ending circle. Initially, Juliette shook from the fear of her near-death experience, but relief would wash over her when she reminded herself she was alive. The relief would be short-lived, replaced by guilt that she survived when Phoenix and Bob may not have. Their potential deaths would remind Juliette of her near-death experience, and the cycle would repeat.

Upon landing, Juliette went through the motions of unstrapping herself and disembarking from the jet. The moment her feet hit the ground, Coyote grabbed hold of her shoulders, his worried eyes scanning her over. "I'm so sorry. I don't- I didn't- are you okay?

"I'm fine," Jules lied, plastering on what she hoped was a reassuring smile. All she wanted to do was go home and curl up with her dogs while she let the turmoil of today wash over her, but that would have to wait. For now, Juliette would have to push her fear and guilt down until she could deal with them in private. It wasn't in Juliette's wiring to let anyone see her other than calm and collected save for a handful of people, and Coyote did not belong in that group. "Right now, I'd really just like to get out of this flight suit and avoid Cyclone before he makes me get checked out by the doctor for no reason."

"May want to go to the left then because I can see him in the hangar marching over here right now," Coyote said. "I'll stall for you. It's the least I can do after I nearly got you killed."

"But you didn't. You came to and saved my life and yours. Don't beat yourself up over this, okay?"

Coyote nodded, but she could tell it might take some time before he actually listened. Juliette slipped behind the planes, only stopping to avoid having Cyclone catch her movement out of the corner of his eye and force her to be checked out. Nothing a doctor said or did could help because Juliette didn't need help. She had no injuries, so what could they do for her? She would only be wasting their time when there were other soldiers they could be helping, ones who needed assistance much more than Jules.

Once in the changing room, she slowly, almost robotically, slipped off her flight suit and donned her dress and heels again. Juliette sank onto the bench and pulled out her phone to check the time, but her shaking hands wouldn't let her, jostling the device out of her grasp and onto the floor below. Juliette bent down and picked it back up, taking deep, calming breaths.

"Stop panicking, for Christ's sake," she mumbled to herself. "It's not going to do anything. Just take deep breaths and move on. Come on, Juliette. Get your shit together!"

Furious with herself for acting this way, even though she knew full well her body's reaction to the emotions she'd just experienced was completely normal, Juliette forced herself to stand and walk out of the changing room like she wasn't a mess on the inside. She wanted to hear about Phoenix and Bob's status, and she wanted to check on Maverick and Rooster; the former because of the sheer panic she heard in his voice earlier, which was a feat when next to nothing affected the seasoned pilot, and the latter because of their conversation earlier in the morning. Rooster had been terrified something would happen to Juliette, and something almost did. First, however, before she attempted to reach out to them, she wanted to get ahold of herself, to stop the shaking and regain all the strength in her limbs.

Juliette meandered to the break room. Thankfully, no one occupied it. She took the seat at the bar closest to the wall, wanting to use it for extra support because the backless stool wouldn't suffice. Juliette had just set her bag on the seat beside her when Rooster slid into the room, flushed and wide-eyed. Juliette stood to face him, expecting him to blast her with the 'I Told You So' speech after warning her earlier that accidents happen even with the best of the best, but when she opened her mouth to stop it from happening, Rooster cut her off with, "Are you okay?"

The desperation and cracked voice took her aback. She figured he'd be concerned about her wellbeing, but this... "I'm okay. Are you okay? Is there any update on Phoenix and Bob?" Juliette replied, taking a few cautious steps forward when Rooster shook his head and bent over, bracing himself on his knees.

"All I know is they're alive. I don't know how badly they're injured or-" Rooster straightened, his chest rising and falling heavily. "Where were you? I've been running all over base looking for you."

"I was hiding from Cyclone to avoid having him make me be seen by a doctor." She took a couple more steps toward him and repeated the question he hadn't answered. "Are you okay?"

Rooster looked at her like she was crazy. "You nearly died, and you're worried about hiding from Cyclone and if Phoenix and Bob are okay, if I'm okay, rather than- how are you-" Rooster pinched the bridge of his nose and momentarily squeezed his eyes shut. "No, Juliette. I'm not okay. I just listened to you nearly die over the radio. I heard you shouting for Coyote to wake up because you were about to crash into the ground and couldn't eject. I haven't felt that fucking useless since my mom passed because all I could do was watch her die, and I couldn't do a single God damn thing to save her just like today when you were in that plane and..."

Rooster trailed off, staring at her with a helplessness she'd never seen before. Juliette wanted to respond with words of comfort because he was evidently stressing over her near-death experience more than she was, although she was admittedly compartmentalizing it until she was alone. Still, no words Juliette thought of could suffice to alleviate his despair, so all that came out was a weak, "Bradley..."

Something about his name on her lips made him snap. He strode towards her, full of purpose. Halfway to her, Rooster said, "Please forgive me."

She tilted her head, confused. "What fo-"

Juliette never finished her sentence. Bradley's body and lips crashed into hers, his trembling hands grasping the sides of her face and his fingers curling painfully into her hair. He kissed Juliette like she was the air filling his lungs and giving him life, like he would die if he released her.

Juliette gripped his hips to hold herself upright as she stumbled backward until her back hit the wall. Bradley never let go of her, keeping the passionate, desperate kiss alive, pinning her against the wall with every inch of his body. Juliette didn't care. She could've stayed like this forever. A small moan of pleasure escaped her lips, but Bradley must've mistaken it as a sign he was hurting her because as suddenly as it all began, it ended just as quickly when Bradley swiftly untangled his fingers from her hair and released his grip on her face.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, his sorrowful brown eyes piercing hers. "I'm so sorry. I thought I lost you."

Juliette, still breathless from the unexpected but welcomed kiss, gently grabbed his hand and placed it over her erratically beating heart. "I'm right here, okay? Feel that? I'm very much alive and well."

Bradley nodded and braced his forehead against Juliette's, closing his eyes. His hand slid up to cup the back of her neck, the other slipping around her waist, effectively holding her into place. His mouth repeatedly opened as if Bradley wanted to say something, but nothing ever came out.

Juliette stood on her tiptoes and gave him a chaste kiss, holding back from giving him anything more because if he kissed her like that again, she'd ask him to take her to bed or lose her forever. Now was not the time with Phoenix and Bob's lives possibly in jeopardy. She'd be damned if she said she wasn't tempted to, though. Instead, Juliette wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him into a deathly tight hug, squeezing her eyes shut and melting into his embrace. Without warning, the emotions from earlier today she'd so carefully compartmentalized came crashing down on her. Her shaking returned, followed by the knot in her throat. It finally dawned on Juliette how close she came to dying. A few hundred feet and the impeccable timing of her pilot waking up saved her life. Had Maverick not been in the air and locked onto Coyote, had Coyote not woken in time...

Juliette opened her eyes to find her vision blurry, but through her unshed tears, she saw Hangman quietly shutting the door. Realizing he'd been caught, he hurriedly put a finger to his lips, silently saying: Ignore me. I'm not here. Smiling softly, he winked at her and silently shut the door behind him. Juliette would have to thank him later.

After what seemed like hours of Juliette and Rooster embracing each other, even though it was probably only a couple of minutes, they pulled apart, if only far enough to look at each other. Bradley wiped a few stray tears off Juliette's cheeks while she attempted to gather her composure. He asked, "What were you doing here before I barged in? I thought you would've headed home."

Juliette shrugged. "I was going to wait for Maverick and check on him. I think nearly losing Coyote, me, Phoenix, and Bob in less than two minutes freaked him out more than he's willing to admit. I was going to check on you too. After our conversation today about accidents, I figured you'd be a little on edge too."

"A little?" Rooster echoed. "I think we can both say I was more than a little on edge. I lost my God damn mind."

Juliette gave him a small, guilty smile. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

"I'm sorry for making an unwanted advance on you just now."

She shook her head. "Don't apologize for that. Just make sure next time you do it, we're not in a public building because I don't think I could restrain myself from taking you to bed right then and there."

"You're expecting a next time?" Rooster countered, grinning impishly.

"You kiss me like that and tell me you're never going to do it again? Lieutenant, I'm offended. I know I'm oblivious, but not that badly."

"If you call me Lieutenant again, I will kiss you like I did for a second time, public space be damned."

Juliette bit her lip, barely refraining from taking him up on his dare. "Let's wait for an update on Phoenix and Bob, and if everything's good, then maybe we can head back to your room or my house where I can take you up on your dare and call you 'Lieutenant' all I want."

Bradley groaned. "You're playing a dangerous game, you know that?"

"Absolutely I do." Juliette patted him on the cheek. "I'm going to stay here until Maverick gets back, but if you want to go check on Phoenix and Bob, you can go."

"I know the hospital won't let me see them until they've run all their tests and whatnot, and I don't want to leave you. Not yet."

"I won't argue against that, although I might not be much for conversation with all the work I have to get done unless you want to hear me ramble about it."

"You can ramble about anything you want to, and I'll listen," Bradley told her, smiling adoringly at her. Then, he added, "Well, as long as it doesn't involve Hangman."

Juliette laughed. "You don't have to worry about that."

The two of them slid into the stools, and Jules spread out her work on the bar, settling in for what she knew would be a long wait for an update on Phoenix and Bob.

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