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ayo-cowbelly · 4 years

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Anakin Everlasting

read on ao3 here

wowww look at me, posting writing two days in a row... here’s to being productive

again, blame discord. those amazing angst-lovers keep inspiring me to write and make everyone sad.

hope you enjoy!

p.s. pretty sure it's a thing that jedi live a lot longer than average people, usually over 100 years. so that's why that's in there.

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Anakin wandered throughout the temple. Not the Coruscant one, as you might think- no, he was on Yavin IV now. Years ago, the Jedi had decided to expand and, seeing as there was an unused temple on a lush planet, a planet that was strong in the Force- it was perfect for a new branch of the Order.

He stared out at the greenery, so different from what he had been used to. Even though he came to this place almost 100 years ago, Anakin couldn't find himself getting fully adjusted to the new environment.

Anakin was now surrounded by greens, blues, and browns, so different from the golds and tans he was used to. Those colors represented everything he loved, everything he'd lost, and that which he could not bear to see taken from him. That was why, even if it was a bit uncomfortable, Anakin had moved to Yavin IV. He has lost so much- and Anakin had never been good with loss.

Yes, time heals all wounds, and of course he'd spent time meditating with Yoda, learning how to let go; Yoda was the only one who could even begin to understand Anakin's plight. Despite that, however, he still found his heart aching when he thought of his friends, his family, and how they had left him.

Padmé had been the first to go. She lived to be 97, and Anakin never stopped loving her. As she got older, Padmé had insisted on Anakin moving on, finding a younger person who could keep up with him, now that she was too frail to even leave the apartment most days. He knew she'd be gone soon, so he promised he'd try to find someone.

It was the only promise he'd ever broken.

"I don't want you to mourn the moment you spent with me for an eternity," She had told him.

Anakin, tears in his eyes, whispered back, "You are my eternity, Angel."

That, even 1000 years later, was still true. He loved her, as many others in the galaxy had loved someone; fiercely, eternally, even if she was dead. Anakin and Padmé had a love that would always be real, be true, as long as he kept her memory alive as he traveled across the stars.

Anakin cried for days when Ahsoka died.

His first and dearest Padawan lived to be 117, and she had been feisty until the very end (only Leia had been able to keep up with Ahsoka in that regard- oh, Force, Leia-)

When she left, laying in her bed with soft condolences and gentle teases and whispers of "Don't forget me, Skyguy," Anakin had thought that would break him, as he held her now-limp hand.

Obi-Wan was worse. Obi-Wan, the oldest family member he had left, had been gone for a long time. His brother had lived to be around 124 (or maybe not, Anakin seemed to be getting worse at keeping track of time the longer his life went on). Obi-Wan had lived a long life, a happy life; and when his time came, he learned enough of the Force that he could still visit Anakin, sometimes.

Every once and awhile, the two could talk (it used to be always, back when Obi lived- but Anakin would be the only one who would get an always). But it wasn't the same. Not even close.

He'd never admit it, but Anakin cried for over a week when Obi-Wan faded away. At that time, he was sure he would shatter; If Padmé hadn't broken him, if Ahsoka hadn't, surely his older brother would.

Obi's death had to be the worst, he was positive.

He was so, so wrong.

Nothing could compare to the pure heartbreak that came with the death of his children.

Luke, who was bright like sunshine and serene like water- and Leia, who was pure fire and somehow engulfed everyone she met. They were the brightest parts of Anakin's life, both in the Force and not. They were the best parts of him and Padmé, and he loved them so incredibly much. And, being twins, Luke and Leia spent almost every moment together since their birth. Throughout their lives, it was rare to see one without the other, for nobody was as closely intertwined as they; save for Anakin and Obi-Wan.

So, when Death came for his children, Anakin had to watch as they left together (there was no other way they could go). He'd had them for an amazing 156 years, years he would forever cherish.

Now he didn't have anyone. But somehow, he was still whole. He hadn't broken then, and he hadn't broken when his later Padawans had died (death was hard for Anakin to think about. Even though he somewhat feared it, he also wanted it, if it meant he could see his dearest ones again). But Anakin knew Death would never claim him, so he made the most out of his eternal life (but it was a half-life, for what is a life without love?)

He took other Padawans, trained other students and treated them as his own. Though he knew it was a bad idea, as nobody could stay forever, they became his family. Just as Ahsoka once had, when she'd stepped out of a shuttle on Christophsis.

Anakin also found he was good at storytelling. Every night, he made his way to the Crèche and regaled the younglings with his stories. The now-legends of a beautiful queen, a wise Jedi Master, a snarky Togruta (who had become a Master in her own right), an exasperated clone captain; and later the stories of a brave young man and his fiery twin sister, the smuggler she fell in love with, and how through it all were two droids who were the best of friends.

He told the next generations about their adventures, how they found joy while fighting a war, and he told them of how they had managed to discover and overthrow the Sith. He taught them how to find the Light, find love, even when hope seems lost.

The younglings loved the stories, ate them up until Anakin had no more, so he'd retell them again. He told them to the children, to the Padawans, to the Knights, and even the Masters (even if they were old, most had grown up hearing of Anakin's adventures). His only rule for those who heard the tales? Pass them on, so the memories stay alive.

He taught them a truth he had discovered: Nobody is ever really gone, as long as you keep on telling their stories.

Anakin forever would.

He made his way to a special room he had reserved for himself in the Temple, for as Grandmaster (now that Yoda was gone, Anakin had become the Grandmaster. Yoda's death, of all people... that had hit Anakin harder than he'd thought it would. When someone who seems to be forever dies, said death is shocking) he could do such things.

When he entered, he looked around the room. He surveyed the pictures and trinkets that lay there, waiting for him.

By Padmé's picture, there was the old Japor snippet necklace- along with a small flimsi paper flower he'd once made for her, onboard a Star Destroyer while thinking of how he missed her.

Beside Obi-Wan's, there was a lightsaber that hummed. It seemed to have a mind of its own now, and the buzzing got louder as Anakin approached- or rather, his own blade did. Just as their users were connected, these lightsabers were as well. There was also a small holo of Anakin and Obi-Wan on Cato Nemoidia, just after that "business" that Obi-Wan always said "didn't count". In the picture, Padawan Anakin is grinning widely, arm slung around a very disgruntled Obi-Wan's shoulders.

Next to Ahsoka's lay her two lightsabers and the golden headdress she'd worn since she was young. Anakin remembers how he'd gently lifted it off her head at the funeral, for if he couldn't keep his sister, his beloved Padawan, then he would keep this small part of her.

Alongside Luke and Leia's (their pictures were one and the same, since they almost never did something without the other) there were their own 'sabers and two drawings the twins made when they were toddlers. If Anakin remembered correctly (as time went on, he found it harder and harder to look at such things) the pictures depicted their family- which of course included Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Rex, R2 and 3PO.

The two droids had been shut down long ago, finally going out of use just after Padmé's death.

The room housed other pictures, which showed the rest of Anakin's Padawans- including Ahsoka, there were six in total; But even though he kept all their lightsabers, he only had trinkets for two of them.

Uchani, who had been his second Padawan about 40 years after Ahsoka died, had been a quiet but strong Zeltron. She was a calm person, but there was spunk in her that rivaled Leia's. Uchani was amazing at calming Anakin down when he was angry, the gentle waves of her Force presence dousing out the embers in his. She had become his little sister as well.

Then there was Myn. A young Tholothian, Myn was brave and outspoken, and him and Anakin fit well together. He was the sixth student Anakin had taken, and though he loved all his students, Anakin remembered Myn vividly.

In all his eternal years, Anakin had not been prepared for seeing his Padawan die young. In battle, no less.

Myn was slain by a Darksider in the catacombs of Akiva. Anakin had been too late, moments too late; after cutting down the enemy, he watched as Myn's life dwindled.

Knowing Anakin well after ten years of training, Myn had wheezed, "Don't- Don't do anything- anything reckless, Master."

Anakin refused to look at the wound on his apprentice's stomach. "Myn, we need to get you to a healer-"

"Master- Anakin-" Myn coughed, and Anakin felt the tears in his eyes overflow and run down his face.

"No, please, not you too," Anakin said, but he already knew what the outcome would be.

"It'll be okay, Anakin," Myn murmered, and then he was gone, just like all the others.

Anakin shook off the memory of his last Padawan, and he sat down in the middle of the room. Rex's helmet (Rex, who had lived to be 105 once the accelerated aging was healed, had never stopped standing up for what was right. When his body failed him, he switched to words, fighting until the end. Anakin missed his twin so much), which Anakin had kept in as good condition as possible, stared back at him as he told his family of his day.

When he finished, he felt a presence behind him, and wasn't surprised to see the faint blue glow of Obi-Wan's ghost.

"It sounds like you had a good day, Anakin."

"I did," He said back happily. "But it's not over yet. I'm about to go see the younglings- care to join me, Master?"

Obi-Wan smiled softly. "I'd be delighted, Padawan mine."

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xmalereader · 4 years

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Jack Kline X Male Reader

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Summary: Reader teaches Jack how to play the piano and learn how to play one of his favorite songs.

Warnings: Fluff, jack being cute, Castiel being a proud dad, piano playing, reader being a good teacher.

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It was early in the morning when y/n found the piano hidden inside one of the storage rooms, the younger man can’t help but get excited once his eyes land on the piano. He spends all day trying to move in into the main room, using all of his strength to get it out of the room and into the main area where he sets up the stool and makes sure that the keys are working well. He hums softly to himself as he cleans the old piano and touches the keys, tapping a few as he hears the sound of music causing a smile to appear on his face.

Once he’s finished he makes sure to put everything away that he had used to fix up the piano, heading to the garage to store away the bag and making his way back to the main room. The brothers were either still sleeping or they were getting ready for the day.

He sits on the stool and adjusts his posture, sitting straight he places his fingers against the keys and slowly began to play a soft song that he once learned from his parents. He concentrates on the tune and keeps a close eye on his fingers, making sure that he touches the right keys to make the music sound clear and clean. He was so distracated that he didn’t notice a certain archangel step out into the main room.

Jack has been up all day and hasn’t gotten any sleep, he’s already eaten but he wasn’t able to get any rest since he was trying to continue studying up on his lore so that way both Sam and Dean would allow him to go out on hunts with them and be prepared. But, all the studying has made him tired and he decided to take a wake around the bunker to clear his head.

As he stepped out of his bedroom he hears the sound of music playing which immediately catches his attention, he follows the sound towards the main room where he finds y/n sitting in front of a piano, playing the song rabidly.

Jack slowly moves closer as he inspects y/n, noticing how concentrated he looked and how comfortable he was as well. He couldn’t help but smile as he listens to the music.

The music brought him join and memories of the times that he had with both Sam and Dean.

As y/n continued to play the song, he notices jack moving from the corner of his eyes. His fingers suddenly stop playing as he looks up to see jack staring at him. Jacks smile slowly disappear and began to stutter, “Sorry I didnt mean to intrupt—“

“You’re not interrupting.” Y/n says back and chuckles, sliding further down the stool as he pats the empty spot for jack to sit on.

Jack is quick to sit down next to y/n. “Ever seen a piano before?’ Y/n asks as he places his hand on his lap and smiles at the nephlim. “Ive seen them on TV but not one in person—you play nicely, it was very...beautiful!” Jack responds back with a little bit of excitement to his voice as y/n’s laughs and shakes his head. “I found it in the storage, brought it in here and made sure that it was cleaned up and fixed.” His fingers trace over the smooth wood before turning to Jack. “Want me to teach you how to play?”

“You can do that?” Jacks eyes widen in surprise, he’s never played the piano before but just seeing y/n play made him want to try it out.

“Okay, first of all you need to sit straight.” He instructs as jack sits straight and keeps his hands on his lap.

“Now place your fingers here,” Y/n shows jack where to put his hand as he shows him the keys. “First your going to press down on this key first and then the second one.” He shows jack which keys to play, earning himself a soft sound of the cords. “Now these cords are higher notes, so it’ll be a little bit louder while mien go low.” Jack nods in understanding as he listens carefully, taking in all of the information.

Y/n makes sure to explain as careful as possible, giving jack the easy notes to play while he plays the harder ones. “There, you think you got it all down?”

Jack nods excitedly. “Yes.”

Y/n laughs with a roll of his eyes before turning back to the piano, he sits up and places his own hand on the keys. “Copy me.” He adds, pressing down the first key as jack follows along. He notices how jack is copying him, his eyes following y/n’s fingers as he quickly turns to face his own and copies the notes.

The two start off slow but as they continue to practice together he slowly starts to show him the faster notes and the harder ones, which Jack makes it easy for him to learn. They go on for hours until jack finally has the whole song memorized.

“You’re a fast leaner.”

“I get that a lot.” Jack responds back with a nervous laugh.

Y/n grins and slides off the stool, moving to stand next to jack. “I think your ready to do it all on your own.”

“Wait what? No! I can’t play it all by myself—!”

“Yes you can, we practiced through the whole song together and you seemed to know what your doing so, give it a try.” He gives jacks shoulder a little nudge with a smile.

Jack slowly turns to face the piano, his hands shake as he gets nervous. He gives y/n a glance and in return he earns a nod, “Go on.”

Once he gets the go from y/n he slowly starts to play the song, going slow at first until he finally builds up the confidence to play faster.

Y/n stands by the side, smiling as he watches jack play his favorite song. He closes his eyes and takes it all in as he thinks about all of the happy moments that he’s had with the Winchester’s. Remembering the times that he wold get into argument with dean about movies or food the times that he would listen to Sam read to him during late nights as the two stayed up studying about the new lore that they would find.

He remembers the time that Castiel taught him how to create spells to help with wardings or when someone was hurt, he always enjoyed the angels company and learned a lot more about his own kind, but the most valuable memories were of him and Jack. At first the two dind’t really talk to each other, he was too afraid of doing something that’ll anger the kid and cause him to act out like Lucifer would. It took him awhile to get used to Jack but as he slowly started to talk to him he noticed that Jack was just a kid who was scared and confused. Alone in a very dark world with multiple people that either wanted him dead or alive.

Y/n would take the time to be with jack, to teach him how to defend himself and how to use the technology that was around, but his most favorite memoerry was this one.

He opens his eyes to see jack playing the piano like a professional, causing a smile to spread across his face as he cherishes this moment. He always wanted to teach jack one of his favorite hobbies and yet here he is, listening to jack play his favorite song that he taught him in less than a few hours.

As the music begins to die down, he pushes himself off the wall and stands next to Jack.

Once jack hits the finally key the room goes silent.

“That was amazing Jack, great job.”

Jack blushes at the praises and looks down at the piano shyly. “Thank you.” He says back as y/n chuckles.

“I didnt know we had a piano,” The two teens turn there heads in surpise to see both Sam and Dean standing by the entrance of the main hall. “How long have you guys ben standing there?” Asked Y/n as he raises a brow and cocks his head to the side. “Long enough to hear Jack playing, I didn’t know you could play.” Said Dean to Jack as the nephlim smiles. “I didn’t, y/n taught me.”

The brothers eyes widen in surpise. “You taught him?” Said Sam. “He learned play?” Said Dean.

Y/n rolls his eyes at Dean and begins to explain. “I found the piano in the storage room and thought it would be nice to have one out here and well...Jack kind of saw me playing so I took the time to teach him one of my favorite songs—“

“What’s it called?” Dean cuts him off.

This cause y/n to grow silent and bit his lip nervously. “Uh...”

Dean smirks at him. “So?” He taunts him as he steps forward to continue teasing y/n. “What’s the song called?”

Y/n shoots Dean a glare as he steps back. “It’s called ‘I love you’...my mom taught me before she passed away.”

Dean suddenly feels bad as he tries to find a way to apologize. “Oh, i uh—geez I’m sorry.”

“Its fine Dean, its the only song that I really know and I would practice but I doubt you would allow it since you hate music like this.”

“Thats not true!”

“It is.” Sam blurts out as he sits on one of the long tables, laptop in hand as he opens it up.

Jack slides off the stool and walks over to stand next to y/n. “I think I once found some old records in the storage room when I was looking for some books on lore, want to go see if we can find them?” He suggest, earning an eager nod from y/n. “Lets!” Without thinking he takes jacks hand and is quick to drag them away from the brothers.

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celebritytgcaptions · 3 years

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Requests (5/23/2021)

Hi lovelies! I’ve been getting so many requests & I’m working hard to get all of them in the queue. Thanks for sending them my way! I’m writing to let you know that the queue is now full until the end of June. I was able to get every requests from my May 8th post in there except for a few. Requests from May 8th for captions featuring Katy Perry, Jenna Fischer, Marisol Nichols, Addison Rae, Ariana Grande, Erin Kellyman, Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, Jhene Aiko, & Kirstin Maldonado will be posted in early July.

But there have been an absolute ton of requests since then too, yay! So I’m listing all the requests that I haven’t gotten to below. If you made a request but don’t see it below that might be for a few reasons. 1) I’ve written it already and it will be posted in June. 2) It’s one of the requests I posted on May 8th so I won’t talk about it here. 3) I considered it a demand not a request (for example, I received two that said “Anything with,” that wasn’t really a request just telling me to do it. Sorry if this bothers some of you but it is an issue with me so make sure you word your requests AS requests). Either way, thanks for the love, lovelies! :D

Anonymous said:

Could you do one with either Kelley O’hara or Alex Morgan from the USWNT about a guy soccer player watching the US win the world cup and then want to be them or something like that?

I actually know who both those are (shockingly enough, I don’t really follow sports) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could you do lorengrey captions? She’s so hot

Sorry sweetie, don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

Hi I just had an idea for a game you could do. It could be where someone has to say as a boy what they’re like physically in stages. So first stage is hair color for example, second stage could be height, third stage could be body type, etc. An example would be if I was a black hair, short height, thick body type, I would match up with someone like Nicki Minaj. Just an idea which you could extend on. Hopefully it makes sense. I appreciate you!

I actually have a game like this mapped out called “Build a Sissy” where you choose age, hair color, and bra size, but it would take a LOT of work to make so I haven’t written it yet. Maybe some day though. :)

Anonymous said:

I would love to see a Tori Kelly caption. Her hair and body are not typical but beautiful for a white girl. I say that last sentence respectfully. I think having a caption with her would be great

Sure thing! Tori Kelly is a cutie. :)

Anonymous said:

Ok I'm not sure if u'll know these 2 cuz even I had to look them up for the names but anne dudek and maitland ward theyre the 2 blonde sisters from white chicks not sure if uve seen it but if u can could u make a caption for them please?

I DO know who they are! I’ve been thinking about doing a White Chicks caps because there’s a lot of cute looks in that movie (especially for Busy Phillips who I just love) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could u do Yvette nicole brown from community? Id like to see some big girl love

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

I already know that this request is probably gonna be a No but I still have to ask whats the ruling on GCI enhanced celebrities like Taylor swift from Cats? Or is that too much like "Furry" stuff. Now I'm Feeling this will be a No for multiple reasons

So it is not an issue with CGI “enhanced” celebrities but for Cats it is because I do not have a Furry fetish and I get uncomfortable thinking about writing caps for it. But I write caps with “manips” all the time (photoshopped images of celebs) so I’m not ruling out CGI enhanced celebs all together.

Anonymous said:

Can you do one of Lindsey stirling? And for the story can it be a guy trying to learn Violin but he cant seem to focus he even tried hot female teachers but it didnt work then he gets a male teacher than he starts focusing and wanting to please the teacher he becomes a sissy sorry its a long request

Sounds fun, sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan and I think you’ve been doing amazing work. Is there anyway you could do a story about a guy who loses a bet to sorority girl and is forced to get his nails painted and turned into a girl? I love the idea of having a boys nails painted against his will. I’d love one with Selena Gomez but if you think another celeb would be better I leave that cumpletely to you.

Totally! This sounds fun. :D

Anonymous said:

Can you do thelma and Louise?

I’m assuming you mean Geena Davis & Susan Sarandon from Thelma & Louise so yes. Yes I can. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a caption from the movie bridesmaids? Like when theyre all trying on dressess or something?

I haven’t seen Bridesmaids (I know I know) but I can try something. :)

Anonymous said:

it would be super cool if you could do some more games! They’re my fav

Glad you like them! As long as I’m not on hiatus, games will be posted every second Saturday. I’ve already got two set for June. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey huge fan of your recent work and super excited about new caps!! Do you think you could do one about a college guy who drops out in pursuit of being a stand up comedian, but the comedy club needs a female comic so they turn him into a girl? I was thinking maybe Nikki Glaser, she so funny and sexy. Thanks can’t wait to see all your new stuff!!

Oooo, Nikki Glaser is great. Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Can you make a caption about a guy who makes fun of curvy and thicc women, where the women get their revenge and turn the guy into Nia Jax?

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Hi Me again on the topic of the assembly line worker caption sequel if you do it i just an idea for the story like before depicting the sissies "first time" but you can have it be that the coworker doesnt know and is telling everyone about the chick he slept with last night and the sissy is just thinking "if only they knew"idk i thought it was good anyways thank u again

So this message is in reference to a sequel caption that was requested & that I did write and will be posted in June. I’m sharing it here to let the anon know that I wrote the cap BEFORE I got this second request so there will be a followup but the story will be different. I hope that’s ok.

Anonymous said:

Hi idk if u watch wrestling or not I see u have some captions of wwe womens wrestlers but im not sure have far ur knowledge of it is? Could u do a caption of Rhea Ripley if u know her?

I have never seen a single episode of WWE, I do not watch wrestling, and yet somehow every time someone requests a wrestler I know who she is. Don’t ask me how because I do not know. Anyways, yeah I can do a Rhea Ripley one. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption about a janitor for sissy co. That finds out the strange goings on at work and tries to blow the whistle on the whole operation but is caught and turned into a sissy maid for the sissy co. Corporate office abit specific I know but ive been thinking on that awhile however u do it will be perfect thanks

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Could you do katheryn Hahn from wandavision specifically the 80s look with the Big hair and aerobics outfit

Oooo, sounds nice. I’ll type that up for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan of your caps!! Do you think you could do a cap where a football player wants to go to the NFL but gets hurt, so they turn him into a female commentator, maybe Lauren Rutledge? If you don’t know her, she’s been a college football reporter for awhile and was also a former Miss Florida. Anyways I just think any guy would be lucky to be turned into her and I love your caps keep up the great work!!

Me: *googles Lauren Rutledge to see if it’s who I’m thinking of* How do I know who this is? Anyways, yes I can write this. :)

...for some reason there are no GIFs of her though so I’m just gonna move on.

Anonymous said:

Hi I'm the one that requested the LONG list of celebs I'm still really sorry about that I didnt realize how many it actually was till I looked back so I wanna retract some for your sake tell ya what if you havent done any already just do the ones that are specifically marked (as in the ones detailed by movie or show theyre in) the ones that are just names you can leave out i knoe its still alot but hopefully that takes some weight off of ya sorry again

You don’t have to be sorry! Like I said, in the future I’d ask that folks limit requests to no more than 3 celebs at a time but you didn’t know that. I’d never said that before. I typed up every celebrity and they’re going to be sprinkled in during June. Hope you like them! :)

Anonymous said:

Hello ^^ I love your work. Can u make a caption with the name "jules" and Ariana Grande please? Thank you

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hey, not really an ask, but something I needed to share

I'm the one that asked for the Stephanie Beatriz caption from a whole back, and I absolutely loved how it turned out. Each time you roll out a new caption is like a small thrill to me and I read them right as they're released.

Now this wouldn't be an ask if I wasn't asking something, right? Well, next month sees the release of the "In the Heights" movie, and there's an opportunity there to do a series of captions using stephanie Beatriz from that same movie.

In conclusion, I love your captions so much, you're amazing!

Awww, this is such a sweet message. Thank you! And YAAASSSSS! Ever since the first trailer for In the Heights dropped I was like, “I must write a caption with her in this!” So you can imagine how fun it’s been waiting this entire time. *eye twitches*. We’ll have to wait until the movie comes out for me to be sure I can find a good image but this IS a caption I want to write. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi I just recently came across your blog and fell in love with it!! The caption with the football player being turned into Bella Thorne is one of my favorites!! I’d love so much if you could do a sequel or something to that cap it was so amazing and I need to know what else happens to “her”. I’m not sure if this is possible or if you even do sequels but this cap was great and I look forward to all the others!!!

Glad you like it! I’m always looking for sequel captions to write on Throwback Thursday so you’ll get this for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey big fan! Do you think you could do a caption where a short guy gets made fun of by all his girl friends for how short he is? Ariana Grande is fairly short and I think a caption of her (of age of course) would be awesome

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Can you do one with the bella twins as two guys who fought over the same girl then the girl turns them both into look alikes of her but then they start fighting over the same guy

Yep!

Anonymous said:

Do you know suzy berhow? Or angie Griffin? If so would love a caption of either of them please

Sorry sweetie, I don’t know who those are. :(

Anonymous said:

Would appreciate more Sia captions please when u get the chance

I will remember that. :)

Anonymous said:

Can make some Winnie Harlow caption please? I adore her style

Sorry lovely, I don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

How about instead of removing the captions with Demi in them ,the images of Demi were just replaced with another celeb and if Demi is mentioned by name in the caption then that could be edited to mention a different celeb. I respect Demi's decision I do but lets not lose some well made captions. Also if you could please make a caption where Amy Adams feminises a fan and raises them as her daughter and Kristen Stewart makes you her submissive wife that would be appreciated. I'm a fan of them.

So about the Demi Lovato captions: I understand your feelings but I’m still going to delete the original captions. Because of how my captions are made I can’t just go back in & swap out an image or edit the text, I have to remake it from the ground up. I am hoping to do that with some (maybe all) of the Demi Lovato captions & re-publish them, but I’m still going to delete the originals.

I can do the Kristen Stewart one for sure and I’ll TRY to do the Amy Adams one I just am not 100% sure I can find a pic for that but we’ll see. :)

Anonymous said:

If it’s possible before your summer hiatus could you do a caption with Amanda Crew (silicon valley, sex drive)?

I will do one with Amanda Crew but I can’t commit to doing it before the hiatus.

About the hiatus: I don’t know when it’s going to be. I want to TRY to make it to at least July 18th because I have a specific game in mind I want to post for 5 years of Celebrity TG Captions games, but after that I have no idea. I’ve been writing caps for a longer stretch of time since normal since I’ve switched to a part-time blog so I might burn out at any second but for right now I’ve still got some juice.

#Not a Caption #Requests #Request

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xiaomomowrites · 3 years

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act IV

Genshin Impact | TartaLi/ZhongChi

Summary: It was the way Zhongli’s warm amber eyes suddenly were not as warm anymore. The way he looked at him with a piercing look, void of remorse, as he handed his gnosis over willingly to go on a whole tangent about how his “duties were done”. It was the way he turned and treated the precious traveler with the same amount of kindness and gentleness the Childe had received the previous night, with such ease; it was a look he thought was reserved only for him. It was the way he was able to turn back around, stare at Childe with an unreadable gaze, and walk away without so much of a goodbye.

Or, Zhongli and Childe finally have the conversation that was long overdue.

A/N: I’ve been playing genshin for roughly four or five months now, I can’t remember exactly when I started, but boy do I love it. No you don’t understand, I’m obsessed. But these two have been taking up room in my big brain, so I wanted to write for them. It’s been awhile since I wrote for pleasure so hopefully this is satisfactory :,) and tomorrow, I’m back to school, so I thought I’d enjoy my last day of freedom and post this today. Fun fact, I’m minoring in professional writing, so I’m hoping that it’ll improve my writing skills when I write for luxury, too. Anyway, this was a really fun piece for me to write and I hope you share the sentiment.

Also thank you guys for being so patient with our inactivity and just being such a chill audience to write for. Other social media platforms have become so...demanding haha. I appreciate y’all! Feel free to message us or talk to us about whatever :) -u.n.

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Spoiler alert: this fic does contain spoilers for the A New Star Approaches arc, so read at your own risk.

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In Childe’s line of work, he is no stranger to betrayal.

Working as a Fatui Harbinger meant an unhealthy amount of fighting, betraying one person, deceiving another, and then on occasion, getting betrayed himself. It was all in a days’ work. Childe knew he would just have to roll out his neck and move on. He’s done it before, he can do it again. He would think that, after nineteen years of this grueling rinse and repeat, that he’d be able to tolerate a lot in the field. In fact, working with that wretched colleague of his, Scaramouche, and serving the Tsaritsa with a loyalty unmatched explicitly calls for the patience and tolerance of a saint.

Alas, Childe is the furthest thing from a saint. And still, Zhongli’s betrayal stung the most out of anyone else’s, the reason still unbeknownst to him. He tells himself that it’s because he had actually befriended the other man. That, unlike his other missions, he developed more of a friendship with Zhongli than he has with anyone else in the past. Not to mention how he really thought he’d find the gnosis, in all its golden glory, seated deep within the Exuvia, and not within his friend.

Which is why after he watches Zhongli hand over his precious gnosis to Signora of all people, Childe makes haste to return to the inn he had been staying at to furiously pack his things and leave first thing in the morning. Seeing Signora in Liyue so close to Zhongli had triggered a deep seated feeling of possessiveness over him and the city. Liyue was his territory, as far as he was concerned. It was assigned to him by the Tsaritsa and no one else. And yet, despite his unspoken possession over Liyue, its people turned against him and viewed him as the enemy. As if Childe didn’t already know that. As if he hadn’t already grown up with a layered villain complex, subconsciously looking for a fool with a hero complex to match him. Then entered Zhongli, making himself at home in Childe’s life, and he was immediately enamouring the Harbinger.

Screw Liyue.

Screw all their traditions, the stupid glaze lilies, the delicious cuisine, the obvious livelihood that fills the streets in stark contrast to his own icy hometown, screw all those goddamn unnecessary mountains, that fish market with that abhorrent smell he gradually got used to, and screw Rex Lapis. Screw Zhongli, that handsome bastard, for stringing him along like his plaything the entire time.

Childe knows, he gets it, that Zhongli simply did what he had to do because it was best for his people. And what other way for the oldest of the seven to go, if not for a grand finale? And yes, Childe admits, luring out Osial was a stupid move, but it certainly served its purpose for testing the strength of Liyue and its defenders.

Zhongli and Signora knew he would do something stupid and reckless as soon as he caught wind of the Exuvia serving as a decoy. They knew, and they played the game so well, that Childe really thought he was the mastermind puppeteering the whole show.

What a fool he was made out to be.

Childe aggressively shoves blazer after blazer into his travel duffel, angry, pathetic tears pooling at the corners of his eyes without his consent. He sniffs angrily and swipes at his cheek as soon as the first tear falls.

Fuck this, he’s not crying over a god, he still has some dignity.

But still. Pride aside, it hurt. And it wasn’t even necessarily the deceit that hurt the most. He’s dealt with that previously. It was… more personal. More of an internal struggle than an external issue. Childe truly hates those the most. At least he can shove his fist through any external problem, but he can’t exactly do the same with his feelings, or whatever they’re called.

It was the way Zhongli’s warm amber eyes suddenly were not as warm anymore. The way he looked at him with a piercing look, void of remorse, as he handed his gnosis over willingly to go on a whole spiel about how his “duties were done”. It was the way he turned and treated the precious traveler with the same amount of kindness and gentleness the Childe had received the previous night, with such ease; it was a look he thought was reserved only for him. It was the way he was able to turn back around, stare at Childe with an unreadable gaze, and walk away without so much of a goodbye.

The same eyes that gazed at him with such affection and kindness were suddenly replaced with the eyes of a soldier. And it was only then that Childe fully realized the force he was reckoning with. Zhongli was a withered god who lived too long for his own good. A powerful deity that held the ability to shake the ground with a look; he who had been humbled by time and his sharp edges eroded by the millions of faces that passed him. Simply put, Childe was just another one of those faces. And again, he understood. If he lived for six thousand years, he wouldn’t want to be alive after the first hundred.

It was the duality that dug the blade deeper into his already bleeding chest. He felt used.

“I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent together, Childe,” Zhongli had said to him on a warm Liyuen night, “a friend of mine, a long time ago, told me that I was… bad at connecting with people. Emotionally stunted, is what she called me. And she is correct, as I have definitely struggled with making connections in the past. But with you… it’s different. It’s easy.

Childe is thankful for the discretion that night provides him; Zhongli would have easily spotted the blush spreading across his pale cheeks had it been daytime.

“So you had trouble making a couple friends, so what?” The ginger shrugs, “I wasn’t the best at making friends, either. My mom always said I was too aggressive. Apparently that’s not such an appealing trait, after all.”

Zhongli chuckles, a beautiful sound. “It was a bit deeper than that, I’m afraid. Understanding the complexity of another’s emotions was always difficult for me, whereas she… she was loved by everyone. Adored by the youngest of fawns to the oldest of horses. It came so naturally to her. I was the opposite. Not that everyone hated me, no, people just had a harder time getting close to me. Which is why, upon meeting you, I was shocked to find that we clicked so well. Befriending you was as easy as breathing air.”

Oh, Archons, help him.

“And,” Zhongli continues, as if he hadn’t already wrecked the man six ways to hell and back, “I must sincerely thank you for indulging me once again.” The deity glances down at the bag full of antique trinkets in his lap. Childe’s lips turn upward into one of his more genuine, rare smiles.

“What’s with you tonight?” Childe responds, and Zhongli looks at him questioningly , “I mean, you never had a problem with me spoiling you rotten before. You’ve never even acknowledged it. Why start now?”

Zhongli tears his gaze away from the Harbinger.

“And,” the ginger continues, “it almost sounds like you’re saying goodbye.”

Zhongli smiles at him then. He wore a kind look on his face, eyes so impossibly warm that it reminded him of his grandmother’s pirozhki. Hot and steaming from the center, melting on his tongue, dissolving deliciously in his mouth and defrosting his entire body. His smile felt like it wrapped itself around his chest and squeezed the best way possible, fitting him back together in places Childe didn’t even realize he had broken.

“What makes you say that?”

Oh, Childe is pissed.

Fuck tomorrow morning, Childe is leaving tonight.

The memories of last night crash over him not unlike a tidal wave and suddenly, he’s drowning. Filled out the brim with a familiar rage burning through his chest and searing his finger tips, his legs, his fucking toes.

He stands abruptly when he realizes he’s been sitting and resumes his packing. It doesn’t take very long after that. A couple toiletries get shoved into the side pockets, his vision is hooked back onto his hip, and his mask is slid into its’ usual spot on his head. He looks at himself in the mirror on the way out and scowls at the way his hair looks more disheveled than usual. Red rims his dulled blue eyes, forcing him to accept that maybe he cried more than he’d like to admit. Whatever.

He swings the door open and-

“Childe,” lo and behold, Zhongli stands in his fucking doorway, “I’d like to talk to you, if that’s alright.” The man looks slightly disheveled. He’s a little out of breath, Childe notices, like he ran up those ridiculous flights of stairs to get to his room- which, by the way, he never disclosed that information with him.

The man in question huffs a laugh. “It’s not.”

He makes a move to brush past him, but is stopped by an unreasonably strong grip around his bicep.

“Tartaglia,” he pleads, “please.”

Childe snatches his arm back and spits, “don’t call me that.”

He retreats back into his room anyway, hearing Zhongli close the door behind him. He dumps the bag back onto his bed and curses himself for not leaving a millisecond earlier.

“You’re angry with me.” Zhongli starts, face as unreadable as ever.

“The sky is blue. Snezhnaya is cold. Are we still stating the obvious here?” He’s too angry to carefully choose his words. Too hurt to slip on his pleasant facade.

“Tartaglia,” he presses, and Childe really hates how his name sounds on his tongue, “I truly am sorry for the way things had to go. It was not in my intentions to… hurt you to the degree in which you feel. I simply was upholding the end of my contract and doing what was best for my people. I implore you to believe that making you feel used was not my main objective.“

Oh god, his apology sounds so robotic.

“So you’re aware that what you did was a little fucked up.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re aware that almost the entirety of Liyue places the blame on me.”

“Yes.”

Well, shit. “Good talk, Zhongli-xiansheng. If you’ll excuse me, I must begin my trip home.”

He stomps toward the door only to be stopped once again. Archons, if Childe had any motivation left, he most certainly would challenge him to a spar. The ginger huffs, and looks to the heavens in a silent plea for patience.

“Tartaglia, please, I’m not finished-“

“Yeah, well I am.” Their eyes lock. Blue meets gold in a hostile hold, refusing to break. “The second you handed your gnosis over, my business here was done. Whatever… relationship we had is done. You were my consultant and was a Harbinger here for business. A Harbinger that you obviously used for your disposal. So now that that’s over and done with, I really need to report to Tsaritsa, lest she have my head on a silver platter-“

“I spoke with Tsaritsa already.” Zhongli cuts in, his grip tightening around Childe’s wrist. “I asked her for more time with you.”

“You what.”

“Surely you are curious about the deal I struck with Tsaritsa. The contract to end all contracts, yes?” Childe’s wild look on his face eggs him to continue, “I struck a deal that granted you more time here in Liyue. With me.”

Childe is silent for a moment. The ex-Archon opens his mouth to continue.

“And I’d like to say I’ve known you long enough to know that you seek freedom. From what that may be, I do not know. But Tsaritsa has agreed to give you a choice, at the very least, a temporary one. An extended vacation or complete retirement is a choice to be made by you.” Zhongli finishes, looking to Tartaglia with hope.

“THAT is worth your fucking gnosis?!” Zhongli’s gnosis. The entire essence of his being. The very thing that makes him divine (thought it certainly isn’t the only thing that makes the man ethereal), was traded for him.

“Yes,” Zhongli replies with such ease it makes Childe’s head spin. “Among other things, of course.” An aggressive why is lodged in the back of Childe’s throat. Why me? A million questions swirl around his head, knocking him off balance. He would have swayed on his feet had Zhongli not been there to hold him upright.

“That’s insane. You’re insane. You…” Childe lets out a tired sigh, “I don’t understand you.” And he doesn’t. Because one minute he’s a cold hearted businessman, and the next he’s at his door, reduced to a mortal, begging him to stay. Granting him freedom. Really, what kind of fucked up game is this? Why didn’t anyone tell him he was a part of it?

Zhongli smiles. He smiles. “You remember our conversation from the night before, yes?”

Childe rolls his ever-blue eyes to the back of his head. “Remind me, Zhongli-sensei,”

“I said,” the deity starts, drawing both of Childe’s calloused hands between his own, “that I struggled to connect with others. Guizhong, the Goddess of Dust, was the one to bring to my attention my emotional constipation. And like I said, she was correct.”

Childe’s anger withers.

“Unfortunately I understand naught of the depth of your feelings of betrayal,” he continues, “but I do wish to understand how deeply humans feel. And in our time together, I’ve begun to understand through you. Despite your… complexities. And I wish to continue to learn. With you.” I wish to feel human is left unsaid, and laced between his words instead.

“What are you saying,” the Harbinger asks weakly.

“Take me with you.”

“What.”

“Take me with you. Wherever you go, I will follow, if you will allow it.”

Well duh, he’d allow it. Zhongli just had to work for it a little more. He can’t just waltz in here after breaking his heart and ruining his trust, demanding his friendship and companionship or whatever, after everything he was put through-

“Okay.”

Very nice ass to mouth filter, Ajax.

Zhongli’s eyes glow impossibly brighter, “Okay?”

Childe tugs his hands back to his side. “Yes, yes, fine. Whatever. But you can’t just. You can’t just use me again in the name of experimentation.”

“Tartaglia, I would never,” he assures him vehemently, “Of the seven, I was always the one most oblivious to emotions. You may ask Barbatos if you want. But I know that what I feel for you is real and I would not trade it for the world.”

Childe’s mind reels. Barbatos? Feelings?

“‘What you feel for me?’”

Zhongli cocks his head in confusion, as if his feelings were the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, yes. And you feel the same, no? It need not be said aloud.”

“It really doesn’t,” Childe affirms, “you can save me the embarrassment.”

“Wonderful,” Zhongli’s face brightens, and it’s only then that Childe is hit with the full realization that Zhongli is free. No longer is he tied to the city and burdened with the weight of the people. No longer does he have to associate himself with the likes of the Tsaritsa. Finally, after centuries and centuries, he is allowed the pleasure to smile so brightly despite feeling pained for finally leaving his people. He is Zhongli, and no longer Rex Lapis. Morax is long gone, too. The man before him is a man reborn, and Childe’s heart aches with happiness for him.

“Okay, well,” he clears his throat when he notices he’s been quiet for too long, “it’s been a long day and I’m tired. I think I’m just gonna take a shower and turn into bed and think about the rest tomorrow. Save it for future Childe, you know?”

He pads over to his hastily packed back and zips it back open, pulling out the toiletries he aggressively shoved in less than an hour ago. He digs his fingers into his neck and sighs at the release of tension. Summoning an angry ocean god took a lot more out of him than he anticipated.

“I agree,” Zhongli says, and begins to strip. “Personally I prefer the left side of the bed.”

Childe gawks at him.

“You-!” Truly an emotionally constipated god, indeed. He sighs and his shoulders droop, the fight leaving his body. “Fine. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in a bit.”

“I eagerly await your return,” Zhongli comments passively as he slips under the covers, a book he didn’t even know he was carrying tucked under his arm. Childe sighs for the nth time that night and turns to close the bathroom door behind him.

Future Childe certainly has a lot to deal with in the morning.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fan fiction #Tartaglia #Childe #zhongli #tartali #zhongchi #i love them so much it hurts #childe x zhongli #angst #character introspection #when this chapter ended i was incredibly emotional #i just want them to be happy

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—wave, nishinoya y.

in which he meets them in the library.

they/them used , 1,558 words

a/n: kinda rushed the end bc ive been writing this for awhile so pls dont be too disappointed im honestly just trying to get comfortable writing but i hope you enjoy, lower case intended

“why are we even here ryu its summer we should be going to the pool” the smaller boy whined, entering the library with his best friend. “noya i just need to drop off this book for my sister calm down” tanaka sighed “im gonna head to the jump section meet me there” nishinoya said waving off his friend after the comment was acknowledged. looking for the section he caught a glimpse of and intriguing character, he couldnt see them because of all the book they were carrying. walking to them whispering “hey you look like you need help, mind if i?” startled the person jumps a little. “yes please, my coworker just stacked them on top of me” letting a small laugh out, laughing a little with them he took some books off of the pile so they could see. looking at them his breathing hitched, beautiful is all he could think. after a second of him starting the person asked if he was okay, nodding his head smiling “where we headed with these?” lifting his arm. “to the front, these are donations” they said took a step looking back for the male to follow them. he started to make conversation with questions like ‘whyd your coworker leave?’ ‘do you work here?’ ‘what's your name?’ the walk wasnt that long so he couldn't get to know them that much. “i cant believe you work here? its summer you should be out in the sun!” he said whisper-yelling, with a small laugh they replied “well its easy money and i get to stay with the air conditioning i think its a win win.” putting his hand on his chin and closing his eyes, nodding his head with a hum “who am i to criticize someone whos getting that bag, consider me jealous.” getting a buzz from his pocket he took his phone out seeing tanaka asking where he is. “my friend is looking for me, will you give me the pleasure in obtaining your number?” he said looking up at them, they do the same pose he was doing a minute ago. “well you dont seem like a stalker plus i can repay you for helping me, here” they say grabbing the phone from his hand typing their number and naming the contact ‘y/l/n.’ “well mr nishinoya i will expect a response from you soon” they back up leaning on the books. “oh wait i need a contact picture everyone has one in my phone” he says with a little pride, hearing a laugh from them his smile widens “im not taking a picture i look bad right now” they say turning to the books. “fine next time i see you im getting that picture” he says, giving them a wave “bye y/l/n” waving back to him they nod.

looking back on this memory a smile appeared on their face. getting up from the vanity straightening their clothes. “you ready?” their mom asks with a small smile, looking at her baby memories coming back of their first steps, first words, first fall, first lost tooth. breaking from her thoughts to see her child nod. “okay it's almost time you look good honey” she said, walking up to them fixing any mistakes she finds. “wow i cant believe youre leaving me” looking at their mom with an eyebrow raised “hey now dont get upset with me, its yuu’s fault hes the one who proposed” they say with a smile. “well i cant really be mad, he did ask for permission hes such a gentleman” as she finishes a knock at the door alerts both of them. y/n’s friend at the door pops in. “time to shine and make the male cry y/n'' laughing at their own joke, y/n lets go of their moms hand taking a deep breath. “oh gosh dont joke about him crying i know he will'' they say laughing walking to the door. seeing all the decorations theyve picked out, seeing their family and family run around as they walk, everything feeling in slow motion. in their place their dad comes tears in his eyes. “oh dad cmon” they say nudging him. “oh hush your moms already been bugging me let me be” seeing the people in front of them move they start walking in the doors. seeing all the colors and familiar faces of friends of both parties, forward they see him. when they lock eyes his eyes go wide and he straightens up with a smile. getting to the end of the walkway, letting go of their dad and taking his hands. “wow” he says under his breath. the marriage officiant clears his throat, “i dont wish to keep these two waiting any longer lets start”

it didnt take too long keeping it short and getting to the vows. facing him with a smile, seeing him grab a piece of paper. “i actually came prepared im just that cool” showing everyone the paper getting a couple chuckles from the audience, turning back seeing your eyes watch him his smile gets even bigger. “when i first met y/n i didnt really see them, just a pile of books their coworker dumped on them, to this day i will thank that coworker and ryu for dragging me there. while im thanking people i want to thank y/n for being them, they might not see how perfect they are but in my eyes they are, no one could be or even get remotely close to how perfect i see them. i wanna thank their parents too” he says turning to them “i know its not easy to let go but thank you for trusting me to them, i promise to be the best” he says looking at both of them, determination burning in his eyes when he turns back to look at his partner. “i love you y/n now please dont make me cry with all your big words in your vows'' he says closing his eyes and bringing their joined hands to his face kissing their knuckles. chuckling at his words breaking their hands apart they grab a paper. “i make no promises yuu” seeing him deflate a little “ive had people ask me ‘what is love?’ and i never really knew how to answer besides saying ‘you just kinda know’ even looking up on google how to describe love i never really understood what they were trying to say, but now being with yuu i think i can finally grasp what ive been trying to say. being in love with someone is like surfing, your partner being the water and you being the one riding the wave. you approach the water calmy or you can rush into it, and when the wave comes depending on the size it can range from small and gentle or strong and destructive, even if you are a pro surfer you still get waves that you just cant conquer. now why i bring this up? for once in my life i can say im in love, im so helplessly in love with you yuu. youre the gentle warm wave everyone wants even if i do fall i know youll catch me and bring me to the shore, not to sound cringe and cliche but with you i do feel like i can do anything maybe even surf” laughing at your own little joke you take a breath looking up from your paper to see him. the man you didnt think youd, the man youd soon with for the rest of your life. in tears he lets out a chuckle “we can learn together” he says sniffing, taking his hands once again “im in love with you, yuu” seeing his bottom lip tremble “sir can we hurry this up i really need to kiss the love of my life right now” he says in a hushed voice, the pastor laughs and nods, “i dont think we have any objections? alright beautiful, may we have the rings?” turning to your god daughter as she walks with the rings to the front, giving both of your legs a hug she walks back. handing the rings to each of you, “nishinoya yuu do you take y/l/n y/n as your partner in life?” “yes a hundred times” he says in one breath, putting the ring on your left ring finger gently. “y/l/n y/n do you take nishinoya yuu as your life partner?” “yes, i do” coping his motions, interlocking your hands with the biggest smiles on your faces. “i have the honor of announcing you both married yuu you may kiss your partner.” not wasting time he pulls them towards him locking lips. in slow mention it felt like pulling away, the noise from friends and family, him with his eyes swelled up and red from crying, and to the ring on both of your fingers. “wow we're married” is all he says, “wow we're married” they repeat, he turns to the crowd throwing their joined hands “IM MARRIED!!!” receiving a smile and laugh from everyone, his best friend getting up “BRO YOURE MARRIED '' cheers erupt from everyone again, the sound of the waves crashing wasnt far from them and both of them are determined to catch at least one wave.

#haikyu x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #nishinoya scenarios #hq nishinoya #nishinoya oneshot #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya x you #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya fanfiction

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at the edge of the precipice: chapter 2 WARNING: triggers of suicide, violence and gore, angst, etc.

There’s a pang in his chest when he watches her fight her body to stay awake, desperate to cling to consciousness, and he has to admit there’s a part of him that so selfishly wants to keep her awake too because what if she doesn’t wake up again for another three years?

But he wills that fear to ebb and he nearly smiles at the way she reaches out for him even as her eyes are drooping closed. He takes her hand in his and squeezes.

“Rest Raven, I’ll be here.” He tells her and the smile she gives him takes his breath away. An emotion swells in his throat and he swallows thickly. He hasn’t seen her smile in three years and he drinks it in, and he doesn’t think that he’ll ever get enough of her rare smiles.

When she finally succumbs her hand goes limp in his own and Damian closes his eyes, reminding himself that she just went to sleep and she is still very much alive. He knows he can still feel her pulse from the underside of her wrist.

He takes a moment to replace the IV in her arm and reset the machine, only stopping when he can hear the steady monotone, proof that she is indeed alive. He sits in the silence and watches her chest rise and fall with each breath.

His thoughts take him back to their conversation. I’m glad no one remembers, but she did, and he can- has imagined what that reality was like to see all of their friends and family die.

He knows that there’s so much more to what happened that she’s not telling him, and when she’s feeling stronger he plans on confronting her; but not now.

Instead he’ll watch her breathe over and over, and think back to a time where everything was normal, back before they met in the hangar when Raven passed out in his arms.

She groans slowly and shifts in her bed. Her face is pinched like she’s in pain and he’s at her side in an instant. He releases a breath when she settles a second later and her face is bliss once more. He takes in the gray of her skin and the sweat along her brow. She’s never been tan but now she’s so pale and so small he worries that she’s a ghost and she’ll disappear at any moment.

But then she whispers his name and his heart stops in his chest. The sound of his name on her lips fills him with an emotion he doesn’t know how to name anymore, but he does know that he would gladly do anything to be able to hear it again and again.

His fingers reach out to brush her hair- like he had so many times in the past while he waited for her to wake up- and he plays with a strand for a moment and he’s enthralled by how soft and silky it feels in between his fingers.

She’s beautiful, he thinks, and a smile graces his lips when he recalls that was the very thing she called him after she’d awoken. He didn’t know what to say then, didn’t know how to tell her that he had always thought she was beautiful. There was no way for him to be able to put into words what he felt in that moment, awake and in his arms after three fucking years.

He would have gone through any Apokolips war to have been able to take her place, to sacrifice those years so that she could live on, but he didn’t get the chance, and so he’ll stay by her side and do whatever he can to shield her from this new reality she’s found herself in.

Damian sighs and leans back into his chair. He looks down at the text that pops up on his messages. Father wants to see her, but he tells him not yet.

He’ll bring her to the manor tomorrow.

Raven is the strongest person he knows, he decides, when she walks into the manor on two feet. He watches her grab the handrail that leads up the grand steps to the balcony overhead. Her hair cascades down her back gracefully and he believes that if given the chance he could get lost in it forever . She rests for a moment and he’s moving when she sways slightly. As he places a hand at her elbow she looks up into his eyes and she tries to wave him off.

“I’m fine, Damian.” She says but he disagrees and he knows he’s being stubborn but he refuses to remove his hand.

He says nothing and she purses her lips, like she’s about to say something dry and sarcastic and he wants to grin because he’s missed that so much, but doesn’t because Bruce is now crossing the room to the two of them. Damian knows that Bruce caught the near smile on his face and he shoots him a glare before his face becomes unreadable once more. He trusts his father with his life but there’s still a small voice in the back of his mind that tells him that emotion is a weakness, and he’s still compelled to listen- especially when he’s anywhere near Batman.

“Raven, it’s good to see you.” Bruce calls out and Damian wonders how he’s able to sound so commanding yet gentle at the same time. Alfred is close behind and he feels more than sees Raven straighten to face them both.

“Batman…” Raven trails and for a small moment her voice sounds so haunted Damian instinctively pulls her into his side and wraps an arm around her shoulder to try and shield her.

She doesn’t shy away from the Bat and Damian can’t help but feel proud at the way she faces her past and she takes a small step forward towards his father. Her hand reaches out, almost angelic, and everyone is suddenly so quiet Damian can feel the tension in the air.

“May I?” Raven nearly whispers and Batman stills, giving her an almost imperceptible nod. Damian’s eyes focus on his father’s for a moment when he sees the way he softens as she trails his jaw with her fingers.

“Real.” The whisper is so low that Damian almost misses it, but he catches it and he swallows back the sudden lump in his throat.

He and Bruce pass a glance and his heart drops.

“No.” He says and Raven looks back at him, confused, but his eyes are on his father’s.

“We need to know what happened.” Bruce’s voice is sympathetic but he’s still insistent and Damian knows that he’s right but he didn’t see the look on her face when she remembered.

“She just woke up father. It’s unreasonable to ask her to recall what happened so soon, especially since Darkseid is now destroyed.”

Bruce stares at him with that impenetrable gaze.

“It’s possible there’s a reason she remembers, Damian. We need to find out . ”

He bristles as his anger rapidly rises and he sneers.

“Why? You of all people should know that Barry has no real control over what happens after a flashpoint. Why make her re-live what she went through so soon if it’s for nothing?”

Batman’s eyes narrow dangerously and Damian is now sensible enough to realize he may have said too much, gone too far, but a part of him doesn’t care. He’s angry and not necessarily looking for a fight, but he’s more than willing to. It has been awhile since he’s gone toe-to-toe with his father, but he knows he can hold his own now.

Raven’s hand touches his arm lightly and he blinks, anger dissipating to a low simmer at the pleading in her eyes. He shoots his father another glare of warning before turning to her.

“I’ll show you.” She says towards Bruce and her lips press into a thin line. Damian opens his mouth to protest but she holds up her hand and he respects her wish for his silence and she turns to him.

“Batman has a point, and it may mean something or it may not… but it’s worth exploring if there’s even a possibility that something could happen.”

She closes her eyes tightly, releases a shaky breath, and opens them again with a nod. She’s not ready, he thinks but it’s her decision and she seems confident and he believes in her.

Her hands lift to hold either side of Bruce’s face.

“Wait,” He interjects and Raven looks back to him with a look of confusion, “Show both of us.” He finishes.

Her face suddenly becomes unreadable. Bruce thankfully stays silent.

“No.” Her voice is so matter-of-fact and Damian can feel his face heat up in anger even as he prepared for her answer. He somehow knows that there are absolutely no words that he can string together to convince her to allow him into her mind. His jaw tightens and he crosses his arms and he can’t believe that she doesn’t trust him.

“I trust you Damian, with my life.” She tells him and he realizes that his thoughts were so loud she heard them through the bond that was created ever since she healed him the very first time in Titans Tower when he was on the brink of death.

“I… can’t.” She tells him through their bond.

His chest tightens at the rawness of her voice and he can hear an echo of the brokenness within her, and Damian’s anger is replaced with concern. He’s suddenly regretting not holding his ground against this but her eyes are already shining a pure white and she chants her mantra.

Her fingers press into Bruce’s face and she reveals her soul-self and Damian has always looked at her shadow raven in awe and now is no different. It shines a glittery white, and it flows with so much raw power that he can feel it reverberating off her in waves.

It was only a few seconds, but he has a feeling that to Raven and his father time has passed much slower, and when her soul finally pulls back within herself she collapses. His adrenaline spikes and he lurches forward to cradle the back of her head before she hits the tile, and he shifts them so that she falls against the length of his body, wrapping one arm around her waist.

He settles her against him and when he’s certain that she is okay, just knocked out, he looks up to his father.

Fear shoots down his spine when he sees Bruce’s face so pale and so tormented.

“Master Bruce? Are you alright?” Alfred calls out to him with concern lining his features and his father blinks and says nothing. He looks to Raven and his stare is so far away Damian is left wondering just exactly what he saw, and he’s certain that now is not the time to ask.

Bruce clears his throat, “Alfred would you put some tea on? Chamomile.”

“Yes, of course sir.”

Damian’s eyes narrow because that’s Raven’s favorite tea and she only drinks it when she’s feeling distressed, but he says nothing as his father walks away soundlessly. He knows where he’s going and he has an urge to follow for backup because he knows that Bruce is livid and he has a tendency to lose control in his blinding rage, but right now Raven is his priority. So he scoops her up effortlessly and walks the familiar pathways to the room that he hasn’t stepped foot in since before.

It only takes seconds to contact Dick through the com-link.

“East side, patrol pattern 3. Keep an eye on him.” He says and Dick doesn’t ask why or how he knows what patrol his father is on because he knows that Damian makes it his business to know exactly who’s on patrol, when, and where. There’s a short and clipped affirmative and Dick cuts out. Damian glances down at Raven in his arms and he’s beginning to notice how light she is. It worries him that she’s lost so much muscle mass and he has no idea how long it will take for her to acclimate, if ever.

He just has to trust that she’ll have the courage to keep moving forward.

The steel piping is cold in her hands and it’s the first time in probably weeks since she’s felt something other than pain. She welcomes it and the pipe is whispering to her sweet promises of silence. All she wants is for her misery to go away and she lifts the jagged end up towards her face. It would only take seconds for it all to end and she can finally forget.

For a moment, she hesitates. She looks out across the Bay and watches the rapid stream of water flow in front of her. The reflection of the setting sun captures her attention and glitters across the Bay in swaths of pink and yellow and orange.

The light is a beacon, and her grip on her pipe feels numb in comparison to the redemption it offers. She is so tempted to put it down and allow the sun to swallow her whole in its warmth, and she closes her eyes when Trigon laughs maniacally in her mind, “You’re a fool Raven, for thinking the sun can save you.” She swallows back a choked sob.

Flashes of her teammates are strewn across her vision and she sees the paradooms swarm them all. She’s forced to watch one take hold of Wonder Woman, the strongest woman she knows, while the other one ruthlessly takes hold of her arm and tears. Another shows the spike crashing down just as it pierces Nightwing through his sternum. One focuses on Damian’s face, his pure horror and grief, as he runs to his brother in desperation but he’s also thrown back, disappearing completely in the water followed by the dark stain of his blood.

She also thought he had died then.

It’s all too much and she can’t take it anymore. She shakes her head but she can’t forget. The visions play back and rewind in her mind over and over like a screenplay gone rogue and there’s nothing she can do to turn it off.

Then she opens her eyes with a pure moment of clarity that she does have control over her memories because she can end it all now, right here. And the sharp edge shines and with the smallest prayer to Azar she raises it, closes her eyes, and she so badly wants to take the plunge.

“Raven.”

She awakes with a gasp and shoots up to a sitting position, trembling and soaked in sweat. She sits up too fast though, and a wave of dizziness has her leaning back when those familiar black spots dance along her vision. She’s heaving and struggling to breathe when she doesn’t recognize the room that she’s in. Her eyes scan the lavender painted walls and her panic spikes when she doesn’t see Damian.

“Raven, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare.” Kori pops up in her vision, her eyes lit with concern and she does her best to give her a reassuring smile. The tightness in her chest eases with the familiar face of her leader, who is still whole and untouched by the violence of Darkseid’s war, but the heaviness of her dream still weighs her down and holds her in its vice grip.

“Not a dream Kori… a memory.” She gasps and closes her eyes and struggles through her mantra. The words are comforting and she wills her heartbeat to slow down as Kori puts a gentle hand on her arm in understanding.

“Must’ve been some memory.”

A new face peeks through the doorway, then walks completely into the room and Raven furrows her brows in confusion. She would have thought from first glance that he was Damian, but this man was taller and bigger . His black hair looks just like the others and despite the white strip that runs through it, there’s no doubt that he’s a part of the Bat family. He walks with a swagger that’s so different from Damian’s more subtle and stealthy gait. This man wants the world to know who he is. Unfortunately for him, she has no idea.

“Do I know you?” She asks and the easy smirk on his face falls for a moment, before he plasters it on again.

“Come on Raven, you wound me. Don’t tell me you don’t remember your favorite Robin.” She thinks he’s teasing.

Kori shifts beside her and rolls her eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous Jason, you’re lucky to even be considered her friend.” Friend?

The man clucks in disagreement and pulls up a chair. He joins her on the other side of her bed in one swift movement.

“I’m everyone’s favorite sweet cheeks.” He turns away from Kori and back to her, “But don’t worry princess, it doesn’t bother me if you want to pretend you don’t know me. Wouldn’t be the first time.” His grin broadens as Kori reaches over to shove him backwards.

“And it won’t be the last.” Kori quips back, “Don’t you have something better to do than bother us? Raven still needs rest.”

“She’s been sleeping for three goddamn years Kori, I’m sure she’s ready to move around a bit.” His eyes waggle and Kori looks like she’s ready to say something else to spite him and Raven interjects,

“Actually, yeah. That would be nice to get out of bed.”

She drags a shaky hand through her hair and avoids looking at the man who is apparently named Jason because she’s uncomfortable that someone she doesn’t know is seeing how weak she is. He mumbles something under his breath that she doesn’t catch and when she looks up she sees that the laughter in his eyes are gone and he’s looking at her with what she thinks is an intense curiosity.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks and Raven is confused.

“About what?”

“Your memory.”

“Ah,” Her eyes light up in understanding and she glances away as her fingers tighten around the blanket, “No.”

Kori begins to argue with him again, claiming that he was rude to be so forthright and Jason looks affronted. He’s very animated, she decides, when he colorfully tells her what he thinks of her coddling. Her eyes drift to the room that looks so empty, save for the bookshelf and nook in one corner for reading- with old and new novels, tomes, and scrolls that look eerily like the ones she read in Azarath. There is a desk that holds a vase filled with lavender and white roses that compliment the shades of color on the walls.

“Where’s Damian?” She interrupts them with the sudden thought that he isn’t here and the loss of his presence is a strange feeling because he’s been by her side ever since she woke. She fingers a strand of hair that falls over her shoulder and Kori takes notice.

“He had to step out for a moment and he asked us to watch you. He’ll be right back.” Kori told her and she gestures to her hair, “Can I braid it?”

Raven glances down at the sleek, silky strands, realizing for the first time that it is probably the softest it's ever been, all because of Kori. She nods slowly and leans forward when Kori moves to sit on the bed beside her.

“I hope you don’t mind that I touched it. No one wanted to cut and I didn’t want it to get knotted.”

Jason snorts and Kori shoots him a glare, but he remains silent and watches them closely.

“I- thank you, Kori. That’s one of the nicest things that anyone has ever done for me.” Raven admits and Kori seems pleased because she hums in satisfaction as she picks up the brush resting on the bedside table.

“I’ve always thought of you as a sister Raven. My own is… an evil dictator and very psychotic. I like to think that this is how sistership should really be.”

Raven is taken aback by the sincerity in her voice and she’s speechless, but Kori doesn’t seem to mind. She’s thankful that Kori understands.

“You wouldn’t believe how many times Damian has asked to brush it instead.” Kori brushes her hair absentmindedly, and Raven is taken aback once more at her words. Jason laughs out loud this time and leans forward with his elbows on his knees and face in his hands.

“You lovebirds make me sick. I can’t believe how many hours he sat with you. He even read your favorite books to you out loud.”

His words are meant to be comforting with a tint of humor but Raven is reeling and her breathing speeds up again. Kori’s soft movements against her scalp isn’t enough to distract her from a different feeling she doesn’t understand that is swelling inside of her so quickly.

“Lovebirds?” She whispers. She watches as Jason stills, the tension cold and thick, like ice, but Kori doesn’t seem to notice. He’s stopped and she has a sinking feeling that there’s something they know that she doesn’t- and he’s realized it too- and she’s also beginning to think that not being able to remember Jason is not from mere coincidence.

“It nearly killed him when you didn’t wake up Raven.” She shrugged her shoulders, the movement causing her to tug lightly on her hair, “I mean, you guys had already been dating for a year. It all kind of happened so fast.”

She continues talking but Raven can no longer hear her. She’s hyperventilating now and Jason shoots up from his chair and both of them are in her face, lips moving, but she can’t hear, can’t see, can’t breathe.

When the darkness envelops her again she welcomes it.

#full text #fanfic #fanfiction #damian x raven #damirae #damien wayne #damian wayne is robin #raven #dcau #au #justice league dark #justice league dark: apokolips war #ateotp

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Once Upon a Unrequited Love

TITLE: Once Upon an Unrequited Love

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 3/?

AUTHOR: tragically-sarcastic

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: imagine Part One Part Two

RATING:

NOTES/WARNINGS: I love feedback from y’all in the comments, don’t be shy! How did y’all like the letter? I told you I was gonna hurt you a little bit ;p Not as much hurt this time, but those should come soon enough.

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I lean up against the door way leading into my kitchen after I shake myself out of my memories.

I watch Loki for a moment, he knows I’m here. In all the time we knew each other, no one was ever able to sneak up on him.

“You’re awake I see.” He says while looking at the pan in front of him.

“I figured it was ok for me to make myself at home, with you being asleep and all.” He chuckles as he puts the two grilled cheese sandwiches on plates.

He turns around, a plate in each hand. The look on my face must not be very welcoming because his grin fades a fraction.

He looks down as he sets the plates down and sits in the chair across from me. He sets his elbows on the table, looking down at his hands.

“I know you want to know the reason that I’m here, after twenty years. The truth is I’m in need of a place to stay for few months at the least.” He meets my eyes from across the table.

“When I realized I needed a safe place, I thought of you.”

I look back up at him. His words light a small flame of hope in me, a flame I had smothered years ago. I hate myself for how easy that hope came back.

“I need somewhere to stay for awhile, just to lay low out of view.” He shrugs and looks away.

“When I thought of where I could go I thought of you, you are one hard woman to find. So if it took me so long to find you, no one else has a chance.” He looks back at my face. His eyes lose the mask of indifference he had been hiding behind.

“You were right, about one thing at least, in your letter all those years ago. I truly regret how I spoke to you that day.” He looks down at his hands.

“But you were wrong about another, “ He looks nervous but determined.

“I felt the exact same way towards you as you confessed to feeling about me. I was a clueless fool, and I hadn’t truly admitted it, not even to myself.” He looks back up at me.

I’m shocked into silence, again.

“If you had told me how you felt any other day I would’ve never let you walk away from me.” He shakes his head. I see his jaw clench.

“To be honest with you I had several people who I thought were my friends back then saying that you were using me because you wanted to be a princess.” He looks away.

“That day they had just finished saying that you would “confess your feelings” to me in an effort to speed up the process.” The laugh he releases is humorless.

“After you left, and I realized my mistake, I looked for you. I looked everywhere. Then a few… unforeseen events happened. I found out some things about myself, my history, that flipped my world upside down. Needless to say, I was already distraught and angry at myself for how I treated you. I did not handle the…situation well at all to put it very lightly.”

“I was a stupid blind fool. I know in your letter it says you forgave me. But I don’t deserve it, you never deserved to be treated so horridly.” He says earnestly.

I run my tongue across my top lip, trying to think of something to say. There is nothing I wouldn’t have given to hear this twenty years ago, but now? I’m not sure what he thinks he’ll accomplish with this.

He knows I would let him stay, he could always read me like a book when it came to everything but my feelings for him. He should know that I wouldn’t have the heart to turn him away when he’s in danger.

“Loki,” I say hesitantly. “it sounds to me that the people who you trusted made you believe lies. Which is ironic considering what you are the god of.” I say with a small smile.

“I hope you didn’t go though all this trouble finding me just to confess about feelings you had twenty years ago.” I say, my eyebrows going down in seriousness.

“I really do need somewhere to lay low, I wasn’t being dishonest about that. I don’t know if you know but I haven’t been the best person in the last 20 years. I just finished serving time on Midgard for my crimes. Asgard has been destroyed and I’m pretty sure no one wants me to hang around on any other planet for fear that I’ll cause chaos.” He says with a self depreciating smile.

“I dont have anywhere else to go, so what do you say? Will you have me?”

What other answer is there besides yes? My feelings for this man started to fade over the years but he was still my best friend before I left. I still care deeply for him. I’ve never been able to say no to him and it looks to me like he needs a true friend to get back to his old self again.

“Loki, of course you can stay. It will be nice to talk to someone other than myself again.” I put my hand on his, he looks so much sadder now, the things he’s been through in his life have really taken its toll on the silly trickster I used to know. I hope I can help him get back to his old self before he leaves again.

•Loki•

The look in her eyes, so honest, so trusting. The fact that she can even look at me without anger shows just how amazing she is.

I know that the best thing for her is to stay away, let her live her life carefree. Without me making her remember the pain I caused her.

Unfortunately, I’m a selfish bastard, and now that Ive found her I don’t plan on ever making the mistake of losing her again.

•Past•

She’s…gone?

I hardly feel the letter flutter from my hands, I’ve gone numb everywhere except my chest. A deep pain has taken residence there, a pain that’s been caused by my blindness, my stupidity.

Why did I listen to those idiots! Hasn’t she shown time and again that she liked me as a person, not me as a prince?

Screw what she asks of me! I will find her. I will bring her back to me.

With new determination I pick up the letter that just broke my heart. Her smooth handwriting that she always says she hates spread out over the page.

I will find her, I’m not sure how long I’ll stay sane without her.

#Loki #Lover #Imagine #Submitted fic #submission #Once Upon an Unrequited Love #tragically-sarcastic #chapter 3

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evywrites · 4 years

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Not Alone (Fred Weasley x reader)

summary: with Fred and George leaving Hogwarts, you feel more alone than ever. warnings: angst w/ fluff at the end word count: 1k+ writing date: april 9, 2020

Were you proud of your boyfriend for leaving the school and showing Umbridge up? Yes. Did you support him? Of course. Did you miss him like hell? Absolutey.

You unfortunately could not have left Hogwarts with them. There was just too many opportunities that would've gone to waste if you had left. You'd love if you could've gone with them, but it was just not worth it in the long run.

Thus, you were left at Hogwarts, stranded with Umbridge. You honestly wouldn't have minded as much as you did had Umbridge not been invading everyone's ability to have a good year, but she was. You felt lonely strolling the halls without your boyfriend to constantly crack jokes at the expense of Umbridge, making you snicker and cover your mouth to try and muffle it.

He lightened the whole atmosphere, not just for you, but for everyone else too, you could tell. He and George kept Hogwarts happy. But with him gone, everything seemed gloomier; more despair seemed to seep through the walls.

You were strong, but every once in awhile, you just felt like crumbling. snow, was one of those times. You had been reminiscing on all of the good times at Hogwarts, hanging out with the twins and the other by the Black Lake, laughing as they fought with each other. Those were the good old days. You'd missed them. You'd missed him.

Tears pricked at your eyes, unable to be contained anymore. The reality of never being able to do any of the things you'd reminisced about again had hit you like a strong stupefy. Sunlight had strung down upon you through the tinted window, almost like it was mocking your sorry state.

You felt so alone. He hadn't even written you one single letter. You of course knew of all the enchantments put around Hogwarts in order to keep uninvited guests out and that he was busy, but you still wished you could've heard at least something. Sure, you had your other friends to keep you company, but they just weren't the same as Fred. You wanted to just Accio a time Turner so that you could go back and savour those moments more than you did, but that wasn't possible.

A light tapping caught your attention. You lifted your head in it's direction to investigate. You saw an owl carrying a piece of parchment within it's talons. Raising your eyebrow, you got up and opened the window, retrieving the parchment. You gave a modified acknowledgement and appreciation towards the owl before it flew off. The owl wasn't familiar to you. Who was this from? Why didn't it come during normal delivery hours?

Sitting back down onto your bed, you unfurled the letter. Taking one brief look at it, you'd instantly recognized the almost illegible handwriting that you had grown to love; it was from Fred.

How he had managed to sneak an owl into Hogwarts was beyond you, but it wasn't surprising. Fred and George had known Hogwarts better than anyone, it was how they managed to pull off so many of their pranks.

You began to read the letter, sad tears quickly being replaced with happy ones and a large grin appearing on your face.

hello darling, ive missed you. georgie is being a right git and i think im gonna go bloody mad. he's arguing whether we should put a display there or there. i know that if you were here I know youd agree that the shelf clearly does not belong there, because you, my dear, are the smartest (and hottest) person ive ever met and know that you have enough sense to not put a shelf in a completely nonsensical area.

i cant wait until we get to meet again. sorry it took me so long to get a letter to you, georgie wouldnt stop pestering me. i love you so much and cant wait to see your face again. when i see you again get ready for the best kiss of your lifetime, because ive missed you. well, maybe it won't be the absolute best kiss of your lifetime. it'll be close, though. i miss kissing you. i miss being in your arms, they're so cuddly, you know that right? i don't care if it's weird, it's the truth, darling. i wish i could've brought you with me but i get it.

toadface better not be being mean to you. if she is, just remember the plan.

xoxo fred

p.s tell ronniekins to hurry up and snog hermione already. watching him pine was insufferable

You were sure you had a stupid grin on your face, but it didn't matter. You finally got to hear from the person you missed the most, and you were happy. You could read about him complaining about his brother for days and not get bored. The letter might not seem like a lot, but to you, it was everything. ago you, it was a drink of water in the middle of a draught. It was such a small gesture, yet it meant the world to you.

You loved the way he wrote, it suited him perfectly. Gosh, you had even fallen in love with the way he wrote. You were in deep. But it didn't matter, because he was in deep with you two. You were so happy with him, and just knew that the waiting would be worth it in the end.

Feeling much more spirited, you jumped up and started a journey down to the potions room, you had a plan. You and Fred said that you wouldn't do it unless Toadface did something particularly horrible, but you were in a better mood for pranking. You were gonna get revenge for Toadface forcing Fred and George to run from Hogwarts. That fit under the criteria of "particularly horrible," to you. Besides, you were sure that she would absolutely giant, pink ears. All the better to keep an ear out for any actions that may violate any 10000 of educational decrees she'd made.

Despite the fact that Fred wasn't physically there with you, you didn't feel alone. You knew that he would be always with you.

#fred weasley x reader #fred #Weasley #harry potter #potter #hp #harry #george Weasley #george #gred #x reader #angst #fred Weasley

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gaetoeinhaler · 4 years

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𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 || chapter 1 : 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

satan x female reader series

1,836 words

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"a disease. one that will kill her. it'll be with her for as long as she lives. we're not sure how long she has to live." the doctor said, looking down at his clipboard. "though, we both know that if she doesn't die during her childhood she sure will around her teenage years." the words trailed out of the doctor's mouth, emotionless and as if it was a everyday thing. the (last/name) family was devastated, horrified and worse of all, the two parent's first ever child was going to die who knows when.

"is there anything we can do about it?" luciano asked. luciano was the father of the baby. they still had yet to name her, too. the doctor simply shook his head,"if there was, we'd would've done it. but, there isn't we can do. nothing that can stop this. we're sorry, mr.(l/n) and mrs.(l/n)." luciano looked down at his daughter, wrapped up in a soft little blanket and resting peacefully in his wife's arms. what was he to do, knowing that his own daughter will die? and they can't even do a thing about it.

"we'll be leaving you two alone for awhile. i will be checking up on the baby later. you should get some rest, mrs.(l/n)." the doctor said, the nurse beside him nodding before they both left the room. leaving the family of three to be alone. luciano sighed and shook his head, looking back to his wife. what was he to do?

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the two were walking home from school. it was almost around the time for summer break, and asmodeus was non-stop talking about the things he could do. get it on with his boyfriend solomon, go to the mall. stare at himself in the mirror and constantly stare at his beautiful self without interruption. it all excited him, but the male next to him sighed and shook his head. "i've had enough of your plans. i hear the same thing from you everyday." the blonde looked up at his older brother, waiting for him to say something back.

"not my fault. i mean, you can't blame ME for wanting to talk about my plans and the things i want to do. i mean, who wouldn't want to hear my beautiful voice?" asmodeus retorted, making satan sigh and continue walking along the sidewalk. he just looked at the scenery around him. just everyday things he'd normally see. the bushes, flowers, trees, houses. though, a certain moving truck next to the house he lived in caught his attention. he lifted his head up a bit, trying to see what was going on exactly.

"-that's another thing i can give solomon for his birthday. he'd surely love that! oh and al-" asmo was cut off by satan placing a finger to his lips. "quiet." the blonde said, and looked back across the street where he was staring earlier. "hey! what makes you think that you can just touch me whenever you feel like it?" asmo moved away from his younger brother's touch and looked over to see what exactly he was staring at.

across the street, was a girl, around their age. she had (h/l), (h/c) hair, and beautiful (s/c) skin. and from where they were standing, though it was hard to tell, she seemed to have (e/c) eyes as well. asmo looked to his brother, and a smirk appeared on his face. "does she interest you, satan?" asmo asked, watching as satan immediately looked away from the girl and shook his head. "no! we don't even know anything about her yet. so why would i find interest in her so soon?"

asmo shrugged,"just from the way you're looking at her. you should go over there, talk to her, get to know her, y'know." asmo suggested with a close eyed smile. "fine, but you're coming along since you mentioned it." satan replied, already knowing what asmo would do next.

asmodeus sucked in a breathe and shook his head. "can't, solomon called me over to study at his house! and i don't want to leave him alone without my beautiful self there any longer." asmo started walking down the sidewalk more. "have fun, and remember to use a condom!" asmo waved at satan and continued along the concrete path.

satan shook his head and sighed softly. "as if i'd initiate such a thing with someone i barely know." he looked back over at the girl, seeing as she was having some trouble caring in a box. it seemed to be large, a bit too large for her to cary all by herself. "i guess it wouldn't hurt to get to know her a little."

satan looked both ways, making sure no cars would come and run him over. when he was sure of it, he hurriedly crossed the street and walked towards the house next to the one he lived in. there, he saw the girl. the box on the ground, and her arms wrapped tightly around it. "hey, do you need help with that?" satan asked, walking towards her.

the sudden voice the called out made her squeak in surprise and looked up to see who it was. standing in front of her was a tall, blonde haired boy that looked just a bit older than her. his eyebrows were lifted up, and he had his hand held out. she nodded slowly, taking his hand and lifting herself up, with the help of him too. "y-yeah, kinda." she responded, rubbing the back if her neck. "than let me help you." he said, a smile in his face. "thank you very much."

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"so, i take it that you're new?" satan asked, watching as the girl he had recently met poured two cups full of tea. she nodded, setting the kettle down and carrying the cups over to the table. "yeah, i guess you can easily tell from the moving van, huh?" she giggled softly, setting a cup in front of him. satan thanked her and blew softly on the tea before taking a sip. "where did you previously come from?" satan asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"oh. i moved from norway to here. kind of weird, huh?" she giggled again, taking a seat across from him, taking a sip of her own cup of tea. satan raised his eyebrows in surprise. "you came from europe?" she nodded a yes, but went on to answer further. "you see, my mom's a translator. she has to go to many different countries, and translate business things between other countries. and so, i have to move around with her. we'd usually stay in an apartment, but she did say she'd be staying here in america longer than the other countries ive been to." she said.

"does that mean you know other languages like her?" satan asked, curious. the girl nodded and cleared her throat. "ich kann deutsch sprechen." even though satan had no idea what she said, he still was a bit taken back. "what did you say exactly?" he asked.

"i said 'i can speak german'. though, i only know a few words in german and can put a few sentences together. i know how to say my name in german too." she said with a small smile, sipping some more of her tea. "really? mind if i hear it?" satan asked. it wasn't everyday you met someone who's been to who knows how many countries. she nodded and started to speak again,"hallo, ich bin (f/n), und ich kommt aus norwegen." she said it as if it was second nature. he was impressed to say the least.

"what did you say?" he asked, curious to hear her translate it for him. "all i said was 'i am (f/n), and i come from norway." she looked down in her cup and set it away. satan assumed she had drank all her tea, and went back to questioning her. "your name is (f/n)?" he asked. she nodded,"yep! (f/n) (l/n)!" he nodded and introduce himself. "well, my name is satan and i live next door, believe it or not." he chuckled softly and pointed at the dark neutral colored house outside the window. "i guess its safe to say we'll be seeing each other more often than, huh?" (y/n) said, making him nod a bit. "i guess so. what school are you going to?"

"oh, i'm homeschooled actually. so, i'm already at school you can say." she chuckled and smiled more. it was a bright and pure smile. and he enjoyed it. a little too much for his liking. "nice to know. do you plan on doing anything else? since all the packages and boxes from the truck." satan asked. he didn't expect to get to this point, if he was honest. if anything, he expected to be left alone and told to fuck off. instead, he had helped his new neighbor get settled in, and he got to know some things about her.

she shrugged and stared at the ceiling,"not really. though, i think my mom will be here soon." she said, looking back towards him. "do you have a dad?" satan cocked his head sideways, watching as (f/n)'s friendly and happy-go-lucky smile was replaced by a sad, grieving frown. only for a little bit, before she changed it back. "my dad's been dead for 9 years now. its just me and my mom." satan's eyes widened and he immediately sputtered out. "oh, i'm sorry! i didn't know." she shook her head and giggled. "its all good! don't worry!"

satan nodded slowly, before pulling out his phone and checking the time. 5:37 p.m. it was getting late, and he needed to be home soon. he still had homework to finish, dinner to eat and a shower to take and a lot of sleeping to do. all to get started on school tomorrow. "i should go now. i don't want my brothers to start worrying about me. thanks for having me in for some tea. i'll see you around, hopefully." he announced, standing up and walking towards the door.

"no problem! see you later, satan!" her voiced filled his head as he started to walk down the sidewalk and back home. his mind wandered to what she had said not too long ago. about her father being dead for nine years. the way she said it, and how she looked as she said it, it told him something was off. her voice turned high pitched when she said that sentence, and her eyes showed and held grief and sadness in them.

he shook his head, trying to rid of the thoughts. "why am i thinking about that? i barely know her, and what happened to her father. i shouldn't be thinking of such things." he whispered to himself. though, that didn't stop the thoughts appearing.

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ladyideal · 4 years

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Get Well Soon

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1829

Summary: You help a colony pack up from a planet, and caught a rather nasty bug on the way back. After nearly two weeks, a cure was finally found. A particular doctor became rather reluctant in giving you it, as there were side effects that could be rather life threatening.

A/N: First off, I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense. Not entirely sure what I was trying to write. Was trying to get as close to the symptoms of the coronavirus, and ended up adding some of my own. Stay safe everyone, and remember to WASH YOUR HANDS. :)

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“Sweetheart, you’re burning up,” Leonard mentioned, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You had try to dodged away, but he was too fast. “You’re showing the same symptoms as the others.”

“I just need sleep, Len,” You argued. “’m not sick.”

The Enterprise was ordered to evacuate a Federation colony immediately. Planet 52XX was promising for some time, until the larger than life hurricane was spotted a year or two after the first settlement. Yet, the colony held out until the very last minute. With the hurricane larger than Jupiter’s own and encroaching onto the colony within two days did the Federation finally called it quits.

The planet was slightly more arid than the climate on the ship. In response, the lower decks were cleaned, and the second, more smaller Medbay was stocked ready for the colony members to come through for increase fluids. Temperature was raised, and the humidity was lowered to copy the planet’s climate. Steadily, they would be acclimated to the rest of the ship.

Other than that, the colony were thin, but healthy.

As Captain, you and two teams were beamed down to the surface of the planet to help with the evacuation. Well, it was mostly you and one team speaking with the adults, and the other team herding the kids towards the shuttle. In just the five or six hours needed to get everyone on shuttles, a thunderstorm passed through, soaking literally everyone within its vicinity.

Everything went seamlessly. Life aboard the ship continued.

Three day passed before the two members of the two landing teams was found unconscious, and immediately quarantined within hours after being brought down to the Medbay. Then another the next day, and another. Within five days after the original evacuation, everyone that was involved in the landing party were isolated.

Len had messaged you the notice earlier, but you’d ignored it for the most part. Being friends with him since the Academy, and dating for a solid two years now, you’d learned to never question him on his medical expertise. However, you had other plans. Command was hailing you every other hour, demanding for reports on the status of their failed colony.

Your boyfriend observed you in concern, as you played around with the peas on your plate. “Then you wouldn’t mind coming to medbay with me, so I can take a look.”

“It’s just a waste of time, Len,” You insisted anyways. “It’s just a low fever and a slight cough.”

Leonard raised an eyebrow. “Humor me.”

You sighed, reluctantly chasing after the offending peas with a spoon and eating them. “Let’s go, I guess.”

It didn’t take long for Len to settle you in an isolation room. One hour being quarantined, and finally away from work, your exhaustion returned in full force, sending you into bouts of coughs and the beginnings of a rather nasty pneumonia. Your boyfriend gently brushed away an errant hair, affectionately tucking it in behind your ear.

“Get some sleep, Y/N.”

In a day, your health spiraled out of control. Your fever soared into the dangerous zone, and the pneumonia worsened, puzzling all the doctors on board. The colony members were fortunate enough to not have encountered any significant diseases, and none ever had any symptoms like you did. It was just a brief mission; get them ready, and back up the ship. There was minimal contact with them, and yet both landing parties were afflicted with a life threatening disease.

Your joints ached, and you felt as if every inch of your body was on fire. It was becoming a fight for your life. Even Chris’s gentle touch as she cooled your forehead with a cool washcloth was too much for your senses to take. The medication dripped steadily from the IV was helping, but it was going to be a long recovery ahead.

“Leonard,” You whimpered weakly.

Christine sadly shushed you, humming tunelessly in an attempt to soothe you. She glanced over her shoulder in time to see Jim join your boyfriend, standing outside the isolation room.

“Still nothing?” The blonde spoke.

The CMO crossed his arms across his chest, but shook his head. His face was expressionless, but Jim knew better. He knew having you in the isolation room and severely ill was taking a toll on the doctor. There was a significant weight on him to take care of you, and all he felt was a failure in keeping you safe.

“It doesn’t look good,” Leonard paused, briefly glancing up at the monitor that displayed the numbers to your vitals. “We’re doing all we can for her.”

“She’s a fighter,” Jim assured his best friend. “She’ll pull through it.”

The doctor was silent for a minute, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t lose her, Jim. I can’t.”

“And you won’t, Bones. She’s got you. She’ll be okay.”

A week and a half went by before any good news came around. The fever had loosened its grasps on you, but you were still warm, and everything absolutely ached. It was selfish you knew to keep your boyfriend by your sides at all times, especially since he still had other patients to take care of. So as much as your soul ached for the skin to skin contact, you kept quiet. Leonard, on the other hand, did his best to stay with you as long as he could. He would catch you up on the recent ship’s gossip, how Joanna was, and how Jim and the rest of the Bridge had sent you Get Well messages.

Today was no different.

You were curled up on your side, mindful of all the monitor leads and IV tethers. Resting your eyes, you didn’t realize a presence beside your bed until the figure heaved out a heavy sigh. Despite the cannula nestled in your nose delivering a steady stream of pure oxygen, it was still hard to breathe.

“Len?” You croaked, cracking your eyes open.

Your boyfriend met your gaze. Even though he’d donned on his protective gear, you could still see his red rimmed eyes, and the dark circles beneath them. Almost instinctively, you reached out for him, only for him to grasp your hand in his gloved ones.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” He sounded strained, even to himself.

“You look awful, love,” You admonished gently, rubbing little circles on his hand in a futile attempt to get him to relax. “I’ll have you know that your office isn’t a place for you to sleep in.”

Leonard didn’t answer immediately, dropping his gaze to the vial rolling in his free hand. Curiously, you followed his attention too. With the joke falling flat, you figured out that he was wound up and too serious. All business, and no fun.

“What’s that?”

“A cure,” Your doctor flatly replied.

You brightened up at his words, but frowned since he wasn’t feeling the same. For now, you reserved judgement.

“Then?” You propped yourself up on an elbow.

Leonard sighed again, making a show of reaching the hypospray and loading the blue tinged liquid vial into it. Once he readied it, he caught your gaze again. This time, instead of happiness, there was apology swirling within his eyes.

“Science pulled through late last night. There’s a lot of side effects to this. Nausea, headaches, chills, and a significant chance of having seizures. In your current state, I’m not sure if we can pull you back from that.”

Your frown deepened.

“But if I take it, I’ll have a chance, right?”

“Yes, darlin’.”

“Then let’s do it,” You watched as your boyfriend got to his feet, and paced in front of your bed. “I already feel worse then I did before I went to nap earlier.”

“Sweetheart, please. You’ve still got a fighting chance with all the immunity boosters we’ve given,” He cursed afterwards, shaking his head.

“Len,” You spoke after a pause. “C’mere.”

Your boyfriend obediently shuffled back towards your bed, and sat back down on his stool. Reaching out for his hand, you kept your gaze on him and pouted.

“Please?”

He looked like he was going to argue, but thought better of it and stripped one of his gloves off. You spent the next few minutes reveling at the skin to skin contact, and briefly closed your eyes. It was awhile before you spoke again.

“I know you’re not ready to let me go, and I-I-I don’t want to either. But this is my one and only chance to stay with you, Len. I don’t want to go anywhere, but be by your side,” You breathed out, rubbing tiny circles with your thumb on the back of his hand. “I know the risks, love. This is me giving you my informed consent to go ahead, to give me a fighting chance.”

Leonard continued shaking his head.

You caught his gaze, observing the swirl of anger, desperation, sorrow, apologetic, and most of all, love in his. Gently squeezing his hand, you smiled slightly. The muscles in his neck were strained, and the way his hands clenched and unclenched, as though they were itching to do anything, was a sign of his desperation.

“For us.”

“Y/N, you’re the captain of this goddamn ship. What if-?”

“Leonard, listen to me,” You interrupted. “There is a long list of what ifs that could happen. We won’t be getting anywhere if we start into those questions. However the fact still remains that giving me that is the only logical choice.”

“Logical?” The doctor rounded on you again. “Sweetheart, please don’t tell me that Spock’s been giving you lessons.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Len, it’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first in a long time, you could see the hurt and the fear flicker across his face. The entire time you were severely sick, he was careful in not worrying you for as much as he could. Rounding towards your bed again, he made a show in readying the hypo and priming it.

Gently, he splayed a hand across the column of your throat, and glanced back at you. You nodded your consent one last time, as though you would have changed your mind in just a short amount of time. There was a slight fear, but you were ready to fully fight off this damn disease and get back into Leonard’s arms once more.

Without much flair, he pressed the hypo to your neck, and injected the slightly blue substance. Tossing it aside when done, your boyfriend sat back down on his stool, head in his hands.

“One hour,” He declared, voice muffled by his hands. “If you’re not having any seizures, we can talk about bringing you out to the main wing soon.”

You settled back against the biobed, and waited alongside him.

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redschillzone · 4 years

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Blow Me Away (Iden Versio x Reader)

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Pairing: Iden Versio x Reader

Word Count: 4.0k Words

Warnings: None

Summary: Inferno Squadron finds themselves in a bit of trouble while Reader is recovering from a serious crash. Instead of taking the time to heal, Reader has other ideas to help the Squadron out.

A/N: Another Iden request! I hope you enjoy! Requests are open!

“Would you just lay still? And stop messing with the IV, it’s there for a reason.” Iden snapped at you as you shifted around on the medical bed for the fifth time since you arrived, giving a small huff as you gave her a look. You couldn’t help but yet again give a small adjustment to the IV attached to your arm. The bed was uncomfortable, so it wasn’t your fault that you wanted to try to make it somewhat comfortable. You and Iden had just arrived back from the mission with the other members of Inferno squad and the first thing she did was rush you to the medical bay; You were barely conscious at the time but now you were wide awake and hyped up on a small dose of pain medication. The mission with the squad was to be just a simple recon, maybe even a search and destroy if you had found the Rebel’s base but it seemed the Rebels were expecting the attack and were very much prepared to fight back; You were in the middle of a dog fight with a few x-wings on Endor when your engine was shot out and you were sent spiraling out of control. Your crash wasn’t the prettiest thing Iden had seen but when she saw your ship go down she wiped out the remaining x-wings and was by your crash site in seconds, Hask and Del soon followed once they confirmed the area was clean and safe to land. She was surprised you weren’t as badly injured as she thought you were; If anything, she believed you to be bead. It wasn’t until she dragged your body out of the wreck that she noticed you were still breathing, but you were covered in soot and dirt, not to mention blood that ran from your head and several cuts you had acquired from the glass shattering from the windows of your TIE.

Iden had said that she would take you back in her TIE, as it had the extra seat for an additional gunner; Del and Hask didn’t argue but they helped her get you in the TIE before they rushed themselves back to the Eviscerator. The moment they touched down, Iden did just as was said earlier and rushed you to the medical ward. She was honestly amazed that you walked away from it at all with just the injuries you sustained which just so happened to be a broken arm, a concussion, and several cuts and bruises.

“How do you expect me to lay still when this bed is like sleeping on a rock?” You questioned her as you sat yourself up in the bed, hissing lightly as your body sent a wave of pain throughout every nerve in your body; Even with the pain medication they gave you could still feel just about every bit of pain your body dished out at you. Now that your body had the chance to relax, every movement you made your body took the chance to light itself with pain; And you hated it deeply. You quite literally felt like you were hit by a speeder; Which in all honestly would have probably hurt more then the crash landing you did. Those trees on Endor were not showing you or your TIE any mercy.

Iden couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she leaned against the wall beside your bed, glancing at the door as the occasional doctor or medical droid entered and left. They had yet to give you your report on what you could and couldn’t do, but Iden already knew the drill with you. You wouldn’t be able to return on any missions for at least two weeks if not longer. She had seen it before with Del and Hask whenever the two would get injured on a mission; She was used to it by this point but seeing you here? It hurt her a bit. She was your commander, she is suppose to have your back just as you always have hers; And yet here you were. Injured because she couldn’t prevent it from happening. She couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped her lips as she glanced to the door once more as it opened with a small hiss. Hask was the one who entered the room and began to make his way over, soon stopping just at the foot of your bed and glanced in your direction, giving a small shake of his head.

“Surprised you’re still kicking it, Agent (L/N). That crash was pretty nasty” He spoke lowly to which you gave a weak chuckle, more pain shooting through your body but you weren’t going to show it.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Hask.. They’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You told him, shifting slightly once more and whimpering at the pain; So much for not showing them that you were still hurting. Iden glanced at you with a small, worried expression before she looked at Hask.

“Is there something you needed, Agent Hask?” She questioned, eyebrow perked up as Hask turned his attention from you to Iden, giving a nod to his commander.

“Yes, Inferno Squad is needed for a debrief and potential another mission; Admiral Versio has more information on the matter.” He spoke, shifting his gaze towards you once more.

“Well, those that aren't marked as bed written, that is..” He corrected himself to which you gave a huff and mocked his tone under your breath; You knew Hask meant well from time to time, but you still hated him and took any moment you could to mock him. You could have sworn you saw him tense up though after your mocking tone had left your lips and he was more than ready to call you out on your behavior but Iden pushed herself off the wall and spoke up.

“Alright, let’s go then. And (Y/N), stop mocking Hask. You’re going to get yourself in trouble” She started as she took a few steps but stopped and turned her head to you, a serious look in her eyes.

“Get some rest, (Y/N). That’s an order from your Commander.” She told you in a serious tone before she left with Hask right on her heels, giving you one last look before the door closed behind them.

You blushed lightly at her order but cleared your throat and adjusted yourself once more, finally settling down. You stared up at the ceiling with uninterest, occasionally shifting your gaze around the room until your eyes caught something else that interested you. You were going to be here for awhile, there was no doubting it but you just wished there was something to do. You couldn’t help but sigh and shut your eyes slowly, listening to the machines beep nearby as you gave a small hum. Your body eventually settled into the medical bed and slowly you allowed yourself to fall asleep.

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Iden remained silent as she flew her course to Naboo; They were heading there to meet up with a spy who claimed to have vital information from the Republic that could prove useful to the Empire. Even though Iden knew she should have been thinking about the mission and the course of action to take, her mind kept wandering back to you. She couldn’t help but bite her lip quietly as her mind wandered; You shouldn’t be in the medical bay right now. You should be flying with them to Naboo for this mission, not laying in some bed bored out of your mind and waiting to get yourself healed up. She swore she would watch after her squadron and she already broke that.

“Everything alright, commander?” Del spoke through the comms, occasionally glancing towards her TIE as they neared the planet.

“Yes, just thinking is all.” She responded, to which Del gave a small hum and asked.

“Is (Y/N) alright? That was a very uh.. Rough landing they had..” Del spoke, a sincere tone to his voice. Iden couldn’t help but smile a bit; At least you and Del got along. She understood how your relationship with Hask worked, it was how his relationship was with just about everyone nowadays and she understood it fully. So long as you and Del got along and worked together as a team, that’s all she could ask for.

“Yeah, she’s fine. They’re resting and the sooner we finish up here, the faster we can get back to check up on them.” She spoke, going and entering Naboo’s atmosphere and landing her TIE in a field far away from their destination; A small city just on the far outskirts of the Great Grass Plains. Hask couldn’t help the huff that escaped him as he landed his TIE as well, the grass whipping around the TIE’s as they made their landing.

“I’m sure she’s fine, commander. We need to focus on the task at hand.” He all but hissed out to which Iden just rolled her eyes and made her way out of the TIE, her boots hitting the ground with a thud before she glanced around. Naboo was always so pretty to her, even in the dead of night as it was now. She noticed a few small, lightning bugs lighting up their surroundings around them, illuminating the large rows of grass and wildflowers in the area. She hummed a bit as she took a deep breath and shut her eyes, slowly releasing the breath. You’d like it here, she knew you would. You were always a sucker for places with pretty views. Turning around, she grabbed her blaster and began to make her way to their destination, Del and Hask close behind her.

‘It’ll be an in and out job.’ She told herself as they made their way into the city.

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You were sitting up in the medical bed now, sleep long since forgotten as you were awoken by the doctor just a few hours ago to talk about the current state you were in. You already knew the drill; No missions for at least a week, constant rest and lots of water, plus your occasional medication to help with the healing process and pain. Now you were eating away at your food that honestly didn’t taste that great but hey, it was something at least. You were once again glancing around the room, your eyes landing on the familiar machines you were hooked up too; You listened to the familiar beeps of the machines but it wasn’t those noises that held your attention. It was the news from an officer nearby that caught your attention and retained it.

“I heard Inferno Squad is in trouble, stuck on Naboo with no way to get to their TIE fighters.” The officer spoke and you couldn’t help but frown and continue to listen as you ate; Your squad mates were in trouble and you were here eating away.

“Are they now? Why can’t they leave?” The doctor spoke as they filled out a few reports not only on you but on the various storm troopers that came and left with injuries.

“I guess that lead they were given was an ambush from those Rebel scum. They’re hunkered down. I give them maybe an hour or two max before they surrender or die.” The officer spoke, shaking his head lightly as he adjusted his hat, excused himself as he was called away and left the room. You couldn’t help but tighten the grip you had on your fork; You needed to leave immediately. You glanced down at the IV stuck in your arm and let out a shaky breath; The moment you pulled that out, you knew you would have to make a run for it to the hangar. The problem? You didn’t know how well you could walk, let alone run. This all ran on chance and you couldn’t help but take a deep breath before you tore the IV from your arm and quickly stood up, swaying lightly. You took the moment to regain your balance before you quickly made your way out of the room, grabbing your helmet off the nearby table as you began to limp out into the hall. You quickly limped down the hall and it wasn’t long before you heard the doctor screaming out for you but by then you had already rounded the corner and was quickly making your way to the hangar bay.

You kept a hand on the wall at all times as you walked through the ship, giving the occasional nod to a passing storm trooper or officer. As you walked, you quickly redressed yourself; You were still wearing your pilot suit, the only thing was the top half of your uniform was rolled around your hips and you wore a grey tank top under it. You were grateful they let you keep it on, it made this escape easy. You were nearing the hangar and the moment you arrived you took a deep breath and pushed off the wall. You swayed slightly once more but began to make your way to where one of the newer TIE models resided. Since yours was destroyed, you’d be taking one of these. You let out a breath as you made your way inside the TIE and began to turn it on, the controls being the same as your previous TIE fighter. It wasn’t long before you were in the air and flying out of the ship. You put in the coordinates for Naboo and jumped to lightspeed without another thought.

All you had to do was stay conscious; Your squad needed you after all.

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Iden ducked back down under the cover of the destroyed speeder, hissing lightly as she covered the wound now residing on her left arm. A shot had grazed past her, just barely missing her arm in the process. Del had noticed and took cover as well, looking towards his commander.

“Are you alright?” He asked, to which Iden gave a quick nod and moved back up to fire a few shots at the Rebels. She should have known something didn’t feel right, but she was sidetracked with your current state that she didn’t register what was going on before it was too late. Hask was right, she was heavily distracted by you and she had failed yet again as a commander. The spy did have the information they required, but they double crossed them at the last second; The Rebels were hiding within the city in disguise and they were scattered just about everywhere and anywhere they could have thought them to be. The moment Iden clicked on to what was happening, she opened fire then and there. They managed to move outside but quickly the speeder they had gotten was blown up by overpassing x-wings; They were pinned down to the destroyed speeder that resided just outside the building now and their odds weren’t looking too good.

“We need to move forward, if we don’t we’ll be stuck here!” Hask snapped to Iden who ducked behind cover once more; Every Rebel she shot down she could have sworn about three more took their place. They were outnumbered, they were going to lose. The Rebels planned this out thoroughly and knew just when to strike; At night when they wouldn’t be able to see much. Iden couldn’t help but shut her eyes tightly and grip her blaster.

“Then we’ll surrender.” She spoke, opening her eyes with a saddened tone. Del and Hask both stared at her, both shocked that she would suggest such a thing.

“I- Commander we can’t surrender!” Del spoke up, staying behind cover as the shots whizzed past their heads. Iden glanced in his direction and spoke once more.

“Del, we’re pinned down and every Rebel we kill about five more take their place. We’re surrounded; They planned this attack out thoroughly while I didn’t even consider it an option.” She spoke truthfully, her grip tightening around her gun. Del couldn’t help but swallow hard as he glanced at Hask who snorted and stood up to take a few more shots. Del let out a breath before he stood to do the same before he spoke up to Iden.

“Then I’d rather die fighting then let them capture us.” He spoke as he continued to shoot down the Rebels one by one. Iden glanced between the two of them, her heart sinking a bit. She wished you were here beside them, maybe then she would have that fighting spirit to keep going; Maybe then she wouldn’t have made such a mistake in the first place. She couldn’t help but blink as a familiar noise began to fill her ears; That of a TIE fighter growing closer. It wasn’t until she saw the familiar green proton-torpedoes that she stood up quickly, watching as the torpedoes hit their mark and cleared a way through the Rebel group. Del couldn’t help but blink himself as he watched the TIE fly overhead, going and making another round to take out the remaining blockade that kept them pinned down.

“Let’s go! Now is our chance!” Hask snapped out as he began to make his way forward; They just needed to get to the Great Grass Plains and they’d be home free, per say their ships weren’t already destroyed. Iden shook herself of the thought and gave a nod, following after Hask and soon taking lead as she began to take out a few remaining Rebels that were left behind from the shots that were fired. Iden didn’t know who was piloting that TIE, why they were alone, or how they got there so fast but she wasn’t about to complain about the issue. The TIE made it’s occasional rounds, taking out any large blockades that the Rebel’s may have set up and would occasionally take out an x-wing or two that attempted to shoot them down from the sky. It didn’t take the group that long to get a system going; The Inferno Squadron hunkering down and allowing the TIE to take out a majority of the troops before they advanced. It was a system that Iden could get behind and it began to give her that fighting spirit back that she needed. It wasn’t long before they reached the Great Grass Plains and spotted the TIE fighters still standing, seemingly untouched by the attack that just happened. Quickly the group made their ways to their respected TIE’s and jumped inside before they started up their ships and took off.

Once settled inside her TIE and out of the planet’s atmosphere, Iden established a communications link with the TIE fighter pilot.

“I don’t know who I’m talking to, but I wish to thank you on behalf of Inferno Squadron. We would have been dead without you.” Iden spoke over the comms, awaiting an answer before her eyes widened at the voice on the other end.

“I appreciate the thanks, Commander. I couldn’t have my squadron die on me.” You grinned as you followed after the squad, jumping to lightspeed at the same time as them.

“I- (Y/N)?! What are you doing out of the medical bay?!” She yelled through the comm, causing you to roll your eyes at her.

“Commander, please relax.” You started as you adjusted yourself in your seat; The adrenaline from the mission beginning to wear off and you could feel yourself growing tired, but you weren’t about to fall asleep behind the controls.

“I heard what was happening and I couldn’t let you all get yourselves captured. And if I’m being honest, it didn’t seem like they were sending a squadron to save you guys anytime soon so I took matters into my own hands.” You admitted as you watched their ships in front of you. Silence filled the comms and it wasn’t long before Del was the one to speak up.

“Well.. I’m grateful you came to the rescue, so thank you.” He spoke, causing you to smile at his words.

“You’re welcome, Del.” You commented as you all came out of lightspeed and flew into the hangar within the Eviscerator. You slowly but surely made your way out of the TIE and stumbled about, falling to the chest of someone. You glanced up and blushed lightly as Iden held you up once more, letting a sigh escape her lips as she took your left arm and draped it over her shoulders.

“Come on, let’s get you back to the medical bay.” She spoke, giving a nod to Hask and Del nearby to inform the Admiral what had occurred and the squadron all went their separate ways. You couldn’t help but blush at the closeness between you and Iden and it wasn’t long before she spoke up.

“I hope you know I’m not upset with you.” She started, to which you turned your head to look at her.

“You’re not?” You questioned as your body began to beg you for sleep. You were sure you could have fallen asleep right then and there but you didn’t want to do that to Iden; She herself was injured after all.

“I’m not.. If anything, I’m grateful for it.” She admitted as she turned the corner with you, going at a slow enough pace so that you could keep up with her.

“I.. Well… You’re welcome.” You smiled at her, to which she hummed lightly as she made her way into the medical bay with you.

“There she is!” The doctor spoke from where they were, to which you couldn’t help the small, sheepish chuckle that escaped you.

“I uh.. Hey Doc.” You spoke and hid yourself behind Iden as he gave you a glare. Iden just shook her head and helped you back into your bed. She watched as he began to get you situated once more to everything you needed to be on; Lowering the top half of your pilot suit before attaching the IV back in your arm. She was grateful you still had the grey tank top on under at the very least.

“I’ll leave you two alone, but I suggest you get that arm checked out, Versio.” The doctor spoke as he finished hooking you up to everything you needed to be and glanced to Iden with a concerned look; It was rare she came in with an injury after all.

“I will doc, thank you.” She spoke as the doctor gave a small nod and left before she turned her attention to you and couldn’t help but shake her head lightly at the tired look you had on your face.

“Stay with me for a few moments, (Y/N).” She spoke as she pulled up a chair and sat beside your bed. You couldn’t help but hum and turn your head in her direction.

“Yes, Iden?” You spoke, watching her as she inspected your form. Sure you were beaten up and looked like absolute hell but she looked past that. She loved everything about you; From your hair to your sparkling eyes to your determined and kind personality. She loved it all, she wouldn’t have enough time in the galaxy to list off everything she loved about you. She couldn’t help but bit her lip as she took your hand in hers.

“I uh.. I want to tell you something, before you fall asleep that is.” She spoke in a calming tone as she watched your eyelids slowly flutter shut, giving out small hums as responses. She couldn’t help but smile and lean over, pressing her lips to yours in a short, sweet kiss. You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at the action but you kissed her back as best you could in your tired state. She only stayed there for a few seconds before she pulled away, running a gloved thumb over your bare knuckles.

“I love you.. And I owe you one for saving us.” She spoke, to which you grinned tiredly and mumbled to her.

“Damn right you love me.. Cuz I love you too…” You mumbled as you allowed yourself to finally fall asleep. Iden couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her as she leaned back in the seat, her hand still holding yours. She wouldn’t be leaving your side for awhile and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

#Star Wars #Iden Versio x Reader #Iden Versio #battlefront 2 #battlefront ii #Star Wars Battlefront 2 #Star Wars Battlefront ii #Fluff #x reader

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splendidshinobi · 3 years

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 26-30

been awhile since i’ve watched but.... another day, another emotional rollercoaster

episode 26: her reason

who’s her and what’s her reason

bother him ALLLLL you want maria ross...bother him all day long

he deserves it

INVOICE HAHAHAHAHA

dont yell at maria fuck off!!!!

GIRLY WHAT IS IZUMI DOING!!!!!!!!

i screamed i did

i love sig and izumi sm!!!!!!

omg ed and al’s faces

PANINYAAAAAAA

why does she have an automail arm whAT

i feel almost insulted for paninya’s dope weapon legs

oh wait ive seen this arm wrestling scene before lmao

go paninya goooo

i do not tolerate this mr dominic slander

OH NO DO NOT INSULT QUEEN WINRY’S WORK

sucks to suck!!!!

i do think winry may have just fallen in love

ed is such a simp though

JUMBO????? his name iS JUMBO??????

al’s mousy little what?

yikes yeah you know what winry id be pissed too

she felt so good about her work!!!

crush over

jk theyre soulmates

wow roy ur so smart

damn oh ok they kept paninya’s legs too

so she only has 1 biological limb wow

paninya is definitely a lesbian

we’ve all known that though i mean-----the camo pants

i saw paninya wearing army pants and flip flops, so i bought army pants and flip flops

oh my god winry you DEVIOUS BASTARD

i can see why people ship paninya and winry but im sorry im an edwin simp

young pinako is hot i get it dominic

OH MY GOD DEVIOUS

WINRY LMAO

GUN LEGS!

kill him?? pANINYA think about that before you shoot someone!!!

AWWWWWW ED!!!! “best automail in the world!!!!” IM CRYING

“hello sir” alphonse you sweet boy

sheska u good???

OPE HEY CURTISES

ed why are you sad

omg winry dont cry!!!!

hahahaha sig

THE BOYS’ FACES LMAO

episode 27: teacher

izumi time lets gooooooooooooo

the ominous music lolololol

THE WINDOW

WHERE IS ALPHONSE

RIGHT THERE

ED’S FUCKING FACE HAHAHAHA

grumman!!!!!

STEW TONIGHT FUCK YEAH

xerxes drop

edward you are being so foreboding

izumi queen of my life lets go girl!!!

umbrella king sig curtis!!!

ed you dumbass!!!!!

angry face boys

mom dad and the kids on the train!!!! makes me cry

awww win’s gonna miss the dudes

omg havoc plzzzz

why is he calling riza like she doesnt already know shes going too

do not leave my boy falman behind!!!

oh good ok

mason my dude!!!

“yes maam”

this is UNCOMFORTABLE

guys i simp for sig tbh

omg al scary boy

uh oh she SAWWWWWWW you!!!

aww i forgot about the dead cat goddamnit

not THE KITTY

ok but those baby kittens need some MELK

its all over for you two watch out

cant hide JACK SHIT from mama bear

yikes

she gonna kick your ass oof

hugs oh thats nice

episode 28: all is one, one is all

island timeeee

wait theyre on island time PART 2???? ok

the way sig’s HAND---- anyway

ok so creepy naked child??

im suspicious

clearly the boys didnt read my hero academia

or the three musketeers

al really got YEETED

yote?

oh the kid has clothes on. leaf clothes

i know dublith is in the “south” but is it really a tropical locale?

aww the bunny

“kill it”

owie hope you dont get rabies edward

the ost man so good for both series

al really said J’ACCUSE

they didnt know the masked man was mason the first time around? aight

im really having trouble typing and eating dumplings at the same time

might pause for a dumpling break

i made these in the microwave theyre pretty good

def not the best ive had but they were, ya know, microwaved

anyways sad al hours

YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS YOUR BROTHER????

it’s the circle of life simba

getting REAL philosophical rn

“dont call me small”

now we’re getting REAL scientific

im just imagining these idiots on shrooms rn

mannnnnnnnnnnn

WAIT IMAGINE LING YAO ON SHROOMS

wow what a yummy snake breakfast

izumi said 👁 👄 👁

izumi is so hot

that is the creepiest motherfucker i ever did see

ok im gonna go rinse this dish out be back in a min!!!

episode 29: the untainted child

i am the tainted adult

you SURE his parents are lookin?

i feel like izumi is being very loving towards this child

what happened to tough love bbygirl

im not saying shes not loving in her ways but shouldnt she by nature be a litttttleeee bit more sus of this kid???

dont tell me

this is sig and izumi’s “child”

theory pending

winry is such a protective lil egg

here’s whats cookin in my head

its sig and izumi’s child and ed’s arm and leg smooshed together into a homunculus...theory still pending but im definitely right

WHY DOES SIG SLEEP W HIS EYES OPEN SIR!!!!!!!

whole situation is a mess my dudes

what did u do kid?????

“i know ed lies sometimes”

l oh fucking l

who transmutes themselves with a bed though

not the move kid

OPE

of course winry slept through this whole thing

sheska and elicia and gracia. my heart.

did the colonel just LEAVE HER BEHIND? god what a dick

sheska WENT OFFFFFFFF!!!!!!

yes maam!!!!!!!

u tell that dumbass!!!!!!

why does envy have to sit like that

gon make me SIMP

embarrassing

*debby ryan hair tuck meme*

i love the way al sits

hes so dainty

what a gent

oh that lil kid was in the gate!!!!

how a homunculus is born? please tell me more

ARCHER....my sister was texting me about him when she asked how far i was. i googled him i saw his....bod....

yup

ARM AND LEG CONFIRMED

my brain waves are unparalleled

ED REALLY JUST YEETED WINRY AND KABEDONED THE HOMUNCULUS

EDWARD STOPPPPPPPPPPPPP OMG

off goes the kid

BIDOOOOOOOOOOO <3

why is she upset??? what did you realize izumi

that its your baby??? probs

im just that smart

episode 30: assault on south headquarters

YOKI LMAO

seeing yoki and scar makes me miss mei chang

MEI CHANG SUPREMACY

yoki really about to snitch

BIDOOOOOO

everyone showing up this episode

greed is gonna roll up with a venti frappuccino any minute now

archer is a creep

is this footage from the arnold classic?

“the muscles did the talking for them”

archer is a creep

who ru calling a freak HAHA AL’s angwy voice

ope

how IS hughes doing

pls not the pain

how did this kid come into the corporeal world

armstrong what

OUROBOROS

so he’s either wrath or pride ig

i dont think bradley is a homunculus in this one

yoki is basically michael yagoobian aka the bowler hat guy

there’s greed lmao

with the ladies

EW NO PLEASE GOD

I DONT WANT ANY MORE SHOU TUCKER

KIMBLEE WHAT

WHAT THE FUCK WHO CUT HIS HAIR LIKE THAT

WHO ALLOWED THAT I AM CHOKING

NOT THE MULLET PONYTAIL

izumi taking on the military

of course

kimblee JESUS

bradley is EVERYWHERE at ALL TIMES

this is rOUGH

there are so many parties vying for the kid

i still cant get over kimblee like WHAT

WHAT IS HIS PURPOSE HERE

AGAIN it just seems like bradley is everywhere at all times

#carol watches fma03 #fullmetal alchemist #carol's remaining brain cells #hi!!!!!#back w reactz #yay

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xiaomomowrites · 3 years

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act V

Genshin Impact | TartaLi/ZhongChi

Summary: “Anyway, childhood dreams are all too easily shattered. Even if you just leave them be, they will fall to pieces all by themselves,” Childe had said ruefully to the traveler, “So someone has to protect them, right?”

And what about your own, Zhongli questioned, who will protect you, Tartaglia, if not me?

Or, Zhongli is incredibly soft for a specific ginger.

A continuation of act IV; takes place a couple months from where act IV left off. Both stories can be read individually.

A/N: This fic is entirely self indulgent haha. I played Childe’s individual story and couldn’t help but feel obligated to write him being doted on. Seriously, the guy went through that much trouble to take care of his brother and preserve his innocence :( made me wonder if there was anyone to take care of him, too, you know?

Umm if you wanna cry with me, listen to the song Everything I Wanted by Billie Eilish while or after you read. Please enjoy! - u.n

Spoiler alert: contains spoilers for Childe’s story, Monoceros Caeli.

The warmth of the morning sun’s rays always had a way of withering down even the strongest of soldiers.

A morning not so different from yesterday’s gently pulls Zhongli from a restful slumber. He cracks an amber eye open to observe his surroundings and takes a calming breath, and feels his own chest rise and fall. The sun crept through the window and past the curtains, enveloping the entirety of one ivory wall and reflecting against Childe’s pale skin. Two bodies lay intertwined underneath the thick duvet, creasing every which way where their legs tangled and rose and fell with each breath they took. He glanced down to where Childe had an arm slung across his waist protectively, and allowed himself to bask in the way the weight felt against his body. For the first time in a long time, Zhongli woke with his heart full of peace and completely void of discourse.

The ex-Archon glances down at his peaceful lover with the ghost of a smile on his face.

He inches closer and pulls his hand away from where it was laced with Childe’s between their faces. The action released a soft, discontented grunt from the ginger. Zhongli bit his lip to hide a smile, and brought the offending hand up to his Childe’s cheek. He brushes his knuckles across the smooth skin, running his thumb across his cheekbone as he gently pulled away, only to reach back in to repeat the action.

Childe sniffles in his sleep and subconsciously leans into his touch.

Zhongli’s heart flutters.

At the heart of it all, he knows that Tartaglia is incredibly soft hearted. Buried beneath is a soul that is desperately clinging to the innocence of childhood that was lost in the abyss. He’s a man that carries burdens as heavy as the rocks he breaks with the flick of his wrist, a man that would sprint to the ends of the earth for his family and anyone he loved. A man that loves so deeply, yet so exclusively. He’s a man that is careful with his heart, a man that needs to be, but in the event that he should entrust another with his entire essence, it should be considered the highest honor. Zhongli’s chest swells. Childe truly is one of a kind.

Sometimes, Zhongli finds it hard to believe that someone as magnificent as Childe has chosen an old man like him.

His ginger hair falls against his forehead playfully and tickles the bridge of his nose. The side of his head that’s pressed against soft satin pillows also has ginger locks splaying out in every direction, unlike his usual semi-neat hair style. His fingers twitch subconsciously where Zhongli once held them between his own. His breath rises and falls with each steady inhale and exhale, and fuck Zhongli is so in love. He’s really in for it, now. Oddly enough, it’s a familiar feeling. It’s an all consuming feeling that blooms within his chest before spreading like a wildfire down his arms and into his core, down to his legs and out to his arms; the warmth will spread up to his neck and make his head feel a thousand pounds lighter before the process repeats again. It’s akin to what he feels on the battlefield, except, instead of adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream, it’s more like a gentle wave of reassurance. It’s a feeling so unforgettable, even Zhongli in his densest moments has to be able to recognize it.

Seeing that he roams the earth as a mortal, the only person who could truly be the cause of his downfall now lies in front of him, blissfully unaware of the world around him at the moment.

What a beautiful feeling it must be, Zhongli ponders, to think of nothing but the luxuries that life has to offer. One of them being waking up next to the love of your unfortunately long life.

Zhongli likes to think now more than ever, that Guizhong would be proud of him. Look at me now, old friend, he thinks proudly, look at what he’s taught me. Look at what you’ve opened my heart to.

Because even if Childe was a swirl reaction of multiple emotions at once, most of them chaotic, some of them malicious and some of them benevolent, he’s been one of the kindest teacher’s Zhongli has ever met. And the man is six thousand years old.

It’s in his eyes, Zhongli concludes silently.

Childe has never been one to be very open with his emotions, but like it or not, they constantly revealed themselves in his obnoxiously blue eyes. His eyes, ever cerulean, have led Zhongli through his heart and showed him the ropes, handling him with care. His eyes were the very reason Zhongli knew that he needed to make amends after the storm, three months ago. Because even if Childe’s posture and tone reflected but playful and meaningless feelings of betrayal, his eyes begged to differ. One look at him as he passed over his gnosis, and Zhongli knew he had hurt him more than he could imagine. More than he had ever expected he could. At the time, all Zhongli knew in him was a soldier. A Fatui Harbinger at the disposal of the Tsaritsa.

Oh, how he was wrong.

As soon as the traveler, their floating companion, and Signora all but vacated the bank, he hauled ass to Wangshu Inn. Zhongli remembers the way his heart slammed against his chest as he pumped his legs as fast as they could go. It was Ekaterina that had informed him, vaguely, that Childe had plans to leave the next morning, if not earlier. He simply could not let that pass without saying his piece. Stubborn as a rock, Zhongli fled. There, he caught Childe at the last minute with his travel duffel already equipped and ready to go. He thought, for a terrifying second, that he had already lost him.

And yet here they were, tangled together in a heap of limbs as the sun rose, ever upwards.

I love him, Zhongli determines, I love him I love him I love him—

“Are you watching me sleep, old man?”

Ah. He had been too caught up in his emotions to notice Childe’s obvious change in breathing. He had been awake for awhile. Zhongli’s hand, where it had once been running lovingly across his face, has stilled for quite some time and rested gently against Childe’s cheek. Still, Childe’s eyes remain closed.

Zhongli smiles, uninhibited. “I love you,” the words flowed out of him with such ease, he almost didn’t recognize his own voice.

Both of Tartaglia’s eyes slam open. He doesn’t even get the chance to blink away the sleep the way he usually does in that infuriatingly cute manner. Instead, all he blinks once, nice and slow. Processing.

“Well,” the (former? It’s tentative) Harbinger starts dumbly, “good morning to you, too.”

Zhongli chuckles. “Good morning, my love.”

Tartaglia’s eyes widen once more. The ginger looks at the deity with disbelief, as if he were still processing the fact that the first confession was not a fluke. It truly is a comical sight for the ex-Archon. Another one of the simple pleasures in life, he deems, is bringing happiness to the one he loves most.

The ginger sits up on one elbow and looks down at the man in confusion, tugging him closer in the process. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing is up with me,” Zhongli shrugs and looks up at the object of his affections with such nonchalance it makes Tartaglia’s head spin.

“You’re being all…” the sentence almost dies on his lips, “feely.” His head is too muddled with sleep to think of anything else to say.

“Feely?” He tilts his head in genuine confusion. Zhongli has never heard that word before.

“Yes, feely!” Tartaglia shakes him restlessly, “what’s with the…” he waves a hand in the air aimlessly.

“I love you,” Zhongli states again, simple as breathing, “is it so wrong for me to tell you?”

“No!” He negates quickly, “I’ve just… you’ve never said it out loud before, I guess.”

Zhongli’s eyebrows pull together in slight distaste. “Have I done something that made you feel otherwise?”

At this, Tartaglia sighs and slumps forward. He lets his forehead thump against the other man’s collarbone and nuzzles closer. “No, you oaf, like I said, you’ve just never said it directly before. Caught me by surprise a little.”

Zhongli brings a free hand to tangle in red hair idly as he speaks. “I’ll be sure to say it more often, then.” And in a moment of insecurity, he follows with, “do you… share the sentiment?”

Tartaglia stills in his arms. Zhongli’s breath stutters for a moment. He wonders if he should drop the subject in its entirety when Ajax’s voice finally returns, albeit muffled by the sheets.

“More than you could ever know,” he admits quietly. Zhongli ignores the quiver in his voice for Ajax’s sake. “So much so that it scares me.”

Zhongli’s heart soars. “You don’t need to be afraid, darling,” he assures him with confidence, “when was the last time you let someone take care of you?”

There was a time, Zhongli recalls, when Tartaglia told him all about the day his little brother had visited him in Liyue. The little troublemaker took ten years off of Tartaglia’s life span when he rushed headfirst into a ruin guard factory with little regard to his own safety. Tartaglia, ever the family man, threw himself into danger and shifted into his Foul Legacy Form despite his slow recovery from the last instance. High on adrenaline was the excuse he had used when Zhongli looked at him sternly. He was left coughing and sputtering, a pathetic image of the Eleventh Harbinger that is usually so calm and collected, always looking for a fight.

Had Zhongli been there, he would have scolded him endlessly.

“Anyway, childhood dreams are all too easily shattered. Even if you just leave them be, they will fall to pieces all by themselves,” Childe had said ruefully to the traveler, “So someone has to protect them, right?”

And what about your own, Zhongli questioned, who will protect you, Tartaglia, if not me?

“It’s been a long time, sensei,” Ajax admits into the sheets, “please be patient with me when I’m being difficult.”

Zhongli cradles his nape. “For you, my love, I’d wait another six thousand years.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanficiton #tartaglia #childe #zhongli #rex lapis #tartali #zhongchi #character study #introspection #childe x zhongli #childe's story hurt my feelings #i want him to be happy!!!#zhongli being soft

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Her Royal Highness (H.R.H.), Part XXVI (Baile na Coille)

This is the penultimate chapter of HRH, guys. Much love to everyone who has supported me along the way with writing this story. Your support means a ton, and this would not have happened without @notevenjokingfic, @smashing-teacups, and @desperationandgin. xx. K

Her Royal Highness (H.R.H.) Part XXVI: Baile na Coille

For the sake of appearances alone, Fraser’s belongings were mainly situated in Baile na Coille. He had not slept a single night under the gabled roof of the two-storyed cottage. In reality, Colonel James Fraser (“the Queen’s Lover” as all of the nation’s newspapers - from veritable rag to legitimate press - had started to call him) had made his summer home within the same four walls as the commonwealth’s oft-maligned royal matriarch.

Beneath her duvet, his long body and his hand drawing one of her thighs between his (“ye canna be close enough as ye sleep”) before resting along the curve of her waist.

At the breakfast table, the serrated edge of his grapefruit spoon slicing through thick-skinned citrus fruits, the spritz of fruity acid hanging in the air as she read letter after letter as her fingers toyed with her earlobe.

And in the griffon-toed tub that steamed the mirrors and tile floors, her careful step as she shed the skin of a silk robe to the floor and climbed into the water with curls piled atop her head. “Coming?” she asked, looking over her shoulder and letting out a slight sigh as she brought a second foot into the tub’s depths. He would nod, shedding his own robe and following her, marveling at the fact that neither had to shuffle their limbs to fit. With a toe carefully tracing the hollow lines that separated Fraser’s abdomen into pockets of muscle, Claire sank further into the bergamot-scented bath water. “Did you know that this is the only place I truly own?”

The massaging attentions of Fraser’s fingers on Claire’s calves paused for a moment. “I hadna ever really thought about what ye own or dinna own, a nighean.”

She hummed, smirking as his eyes fixated on her big toe, which was traveling the sloped line of wiry hair beneath his navel. “Do you know how Baile na Coille came to be?”

“Ye could use some help wi’ the pronunciation,” he commented as he shook his head. His brows furrowed as he added, “And I’ll ask that ye move yer wee feet from that part of my anatomy.”

Ignoring his pronunciation guidance but swiftly relocating her foot to hook behind his waist and draw him closer, she rolled her eyes. “Queen Victoria had a lover. She built the cottage for him, or so the story goes. All manner of lascivious scandal was born in that cottage and paid off before it passed those front gates.”

“So ye’re sayin’ that perhaps someday yer wee stables’ll become a thing of lore, too, then?”

With a well-worn shrug, Claire rose out of the water just enough to reach for the glass of lukewarm champagne resting on the windowsill next to the tub. “Perhaps. I think what happened in London would already have gone to print if it was going to. I trust my staff here, but it is only a matter of time before the Accidental Queen and her Not-So-Accidental Lover are front-page fodder.”

He massaged a knot out of the arch of her foot, and she moaned appreciatively, finishing the last of the fizzy liquid in her flute. “Do ye think they’ll compare me to Queen Victoria’s lovers?”

“Not sure,” she said truthfully, leaning forward as he caught the green neck of the champagne bottle to fill her glass. “It seems an apt comparison–”

“Ye have a much bonnier arse than Queen Victoria, Queen Claire.”

If she hadn’t been utterly fatigued from their day’s worth of galavanting about the property, she would have asked him to declare as much only upon further investigation.

Neither had done much thinking about what life would be like after the declaration, when the Queen’s speech ended and tellies across Britain went dark. While they had steeled themselves against an oncoming storm at the cabin, their arrival to Balmoral and the subsequent days had been quite ordinary, really.

They picnicked alongside a forested area and a stream, surrounded by a meadow of too-sweet butter-yellow flowers. He made her a posey of the flowers as they ate (bundle tied with the green string that had trapped their egg mayo sandwiches in brown paper). She made love to him on their tartan blanket with the bouquet discarded to the side. He wrapped the tartan around them afterward while their steeds grazed just until their hearts stopped pounding. She tapped his shoulder, suggested they should finish exploring the property. He was dressed first and folded their blanket as she hopped about bare-footed, attempting to coax her riding pants back up over her arse with her curly hair in a floating cloud about her. He felt like a fifteen-year-old boy with wanting her again.

They walked hand-in-hand and talked about things. He wanted children, an admission hastily given with his feet catching and his body stumbling forward. Her hand found the small of his back, steadied him. When he asked, “and you?” in his slow, easy way, her response was quick, but just as easy (“of course” she wanted children with him, fingers flexing into the marred flesh just above his beltline).

She told him that she loved Balmoral more than any other place on earth – the smell of the Highlands, the privacy, the accents of the staffers, and the way mist hung heavy even at the warmest part of the day.

“It feels like the cabin here,” she whispered when they finally exited the bath (his lips kissing each of her pruned fingers, hands smoothing the half-soaked curls at her nape before wrapping a pre-warmed robe around her frame).

The real world felt ten thousand miles away at Balmoral, and he traced a thumb across her cheek – a rounded, glowing place after the bath that topped off a day of exercise, sunshine, and sex. His Queen had the lightest smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. He stilled his thumb, kissed the dusting of pigmentation. “Yer family cabin ‘tis a wee bit grander than my family cabin.”

She smacked his arm, making a rather serious face before dissolving into a fit of giggles when he blew a raspberry against her throat.

There came a time, after a number of weeks, when summer was giving way to autumn and their return to London was imminent.

Fraser was fitted for a number of suits with Claire sitting across the room on the floor – cross-legged and chewing on the end of a pen as she responded to some letters. Her smattering of freckles had given way to what she called “a decidedly un-royal suntan.” It was unspoken, but he would go public in London. As the leaves crisped with the last gasps of the season and fell to signal an oncoming winter, the nation would see him.

The man the Queen saved. The man the Queen loved.

That night, Fraser made the offhand comment that his fitting had made him realize that her arse was fuller after weeks of decadent food. He called it her summertime arse, and vocalized no small amount of pleasure at the way she’d blushed at the declaration. “I didna realize how well ye’d filled out this summer,” he announced, making a determined, awed kind of face and approaching her to take two handfuls of her backside. “It’s as though ye’ve reached yer natural, full-arsed state, and I couldna be happier about it.”

Had he not been pressed against her (his anatomy an urgent and quite unsophisticated lie detector), she might have taken offense. All societal expectations of a slim queen aside, Jamie Fraser did like her just fine. Feeling brazen, she had lowered her nightgown beneath her breasts. Voice low, she whispered, “Show me.”

Later, when they were stretched out on the duvet, and he had shown her quite fully what he meant, she whispered something that verged on a full-throated laugh: “I love that you can appreciate me at my fattest.” Her skin puckered with goosebumps at the first touch of his hands going around her hips.

“I like ye fat. Fat and juicy as a plump wee hen.”

She purred, winding her arms around his neck. “My summertime hen arse,” she continued, holding onto the moment. “I was thinking I would marry you in the autumn; perhaps we can hang onto it for awhile since you hold it in such high regard. Let it fill out a wedding gown.”

His eyebrows rose, his lower lip migrating between his teeth. “Ye want to marry me?”

“I do, yes. In a military uniform made with today’s measurements.”

“I didna ken that today was a fitting for a wedding suit.”

“Do not be an idiot,” she mumbled, sweeping an errant curl from his forehead. His hair had been cut a little closer than was his norm, but she had made it her strictest instructions that the barber leave enough length that it would still curl. Her voice was light, high on the moment and the enchanting power they held over one another. “It was always part that, and this is a proposal, since you have not bothered to do it.”

“It sounds like an order – marrying ye.” He was joking with her, eyes glittering as his hand cupped her jaw, thumb traveling an unmannered perimeter around her lips.

“Well, do you want to marry me?” There was not even the slightest hint of concern in her voice as she asked the question. It was as if she knew the answer, like it was the one thing that lived freely on his carefully-guarded face. A single syllable.

Before he kissed her, the most elemental groan came from him. Something of ancient stock – needy and base, just truth. “Oh God, yes.”

And then he kissed her in a way he’d never kissed her before. Part of her took flight then as he hitched her thigh up over his hip and leaned into her – a part with steadily-beating gossamer wings that lived beneath her breastbone, that had been carefully hatched under his care those first nights aimlessly wandering together on horseback. A part that he had nurtured somehow despite not knowing it existed in her, but that she had tended to all along, equally unknowing. He took her firmly then, in a way that for a handful of minutes drove any tenderness of their earlier encounter in the meadow away, but was no less saturated with their love for one another.

And when they were finished, dark having fallen and the world outside the cracked window gone silent, they were left without even the grayest, shadowiest hint of amorous intention. Eyelids drooping with mutual pure exhaustion, they laid together, completely bared. It was then that they somehow wound their way around a bend in their relationship.

To talk of loss and family, of longing and fate’s plans for them in a way that they never had. Stripped bare, they peeled back their naked skin to expose something deeper, rawer, redder, rarer.

Fraser told her in a clinical, detached way of his parents’ death. The loss of a son that stole the very life and light from his mother’s eyes, molded her like clay into something his mam had never been before (dry hands pouring cereal into bowls with eyes fixed on the window, like she was awaiting someone to round the bend that would never come).

The slow way his father slipped away – an undiagnosed condition that made his eye droop, his body eventually no longer cooperate in the performance of basic functions, until one day he was gone and cold in his bed in the morning (eyes open and dull-blue in their fixation on something beyond the ceiling, his fingers folded over a knit afghan in prayer).

An economy of words described the prison camp (words he learned in German so he would never have to speak aloud in English). The dampness of the cells, the length of the interrogations, the blood on the snow. The wounds that seeped from cracks in the flesh just above his forehead, the never-ending red stream that caked his eyelashes and made him wonder if one could feel an oncoming death. The smell of men shitting themselves and dried vomit on ragged clothes. The way he had slept face-down for two months after his back had been whipped into ribbons that sent red streaks of infection along his ribcage and over his shoulders. How the second time he’d been flogged was worse, each bit of scar tissue giving way so his muscles met the air, this time the odor of infection choking him when he stripped his camp-issued shirt off.

They laid silent for a long time after that, his hand charting a course over her spine again and again and her fingers tracing the scarred etchings of war in his flesh in a way they never had before.

And then he asked her.

So Claire told Fraser for the first time at any length about her parents and her sister.

Before that moment, there had been the natural snapshots of them in casual conversation (locations on the grounds of Balmoral taking on meaning with reference to them – her father’s study, her mother’s dressing room, her sister’s playroom; meals that reminded her of them – her mother’s favorite chicken, her father’s preferred tea, the buttery biscuits that Anne ate smeared in raspberry preserves; the bottle of perfume on her nightstand that had yellowed with age and no longer smelled sweet, but somehow still reminded her of Julia).

But this was the first graphic retelling of it.

The iciness in her veins – the frost and chill of it sucking the life out of her with each of her mother’s screams. The taste of copper in her mouth, the breaking of her bones and the lifeless feeling of no longer gulping for air, of just waiting with the icy water in her throat and lungs. The burning of vomiting the water again and again, her broken ribs screaming at her to just die now as she rid her body of the contents of the creek. How the burning in her lungs and throat had eventually given away to something more primal, a need to survive.

She said their names.

Henry. Julia. Anne.

Claire breathed in, looking away from Fraser as she explained that she hated herself in the back of the ambulance because she was afraid she was going to die. She did not think of them at first – of Henry, Julia, or Anne. She laid still, shivering as the navy-uniformed men tried to warm her, told her she would be okay. She had not thought of them as she willed herself to live.

Papa. Mum. Oh Christ, Anne.

In the retelling of it, Claire did not cry until Fraser reached for her, touched her forearm, whispered “I’m sae sorry, Sassenach.”

She dissolved over their loss then, feeling it new and blooming beneath her breastbone. Under his touch, she leaned into the sensation for maybe the first time in years, since well before her coronation and well before Lamb had passed. A confession: Claire loved her papa and her mum, of course, but Anne was the one she loved the most, a feeling that made her feel sick and wrong. “It was never supposed to be me, Jamie,” she confessed, closing her eyes as he touched her hair. “Anne, maybe, but never me. We played. Toilet roll sashes and our mum’s shoes. She was always Queen. You and me? We could have been free of all of this… gotten a flat in the city, you would not have to live like this–”

He quieted her, shook her head. “Dinna ever think that the tragedy ye experienced, or yer job, has made me do anything that I didna want to do. Being wi’ ye – however I can be wi’ ye – is perfect. Ye canna pull one thread and have an entire tapestry stay the same. I’m no’ sayin’ that yer parents died for a reason. It was senseless. Ye canna wish away yer position for me. It’s how I found ye, and I’d ‘ave found ye somehow, but as it is now, I’m yers, Claire. It’s as it’ll be forever. Irrevocably. In my entirety. And I intend to marry ye come autumn.”

She reached absently for the heavy, well-formed curl just above his temple and ran her fingertip around its circumference, thoughtful for a moment. “I was never really one for planning a wedding, Fraser. Autumn is beautiful, but there is something about springtime. The daffodils and the lilies. The fat bumble bees and the trees coming back to life.”

“Then springtime it is, a nighean.”

But two weeks later, the Queen would realize that she had not had her courses in two months.

The wedding would not wait until springtime after all.

#Her Royal Highness AU #HRH #jamie x claire #outlander #outlander fanfiction #Part XXVI #the penultimate chapter

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The Arrangement, Part IV/// Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: Draco tries to include you into more of his life as he invites you to hang out with his friends. But that goes just as well as you’d imagine.

WORD COUNT: roughly 2k

WARNING(S): partying (less partying is coming up soon), so obviously everything that comes with it, pansy parkinson, angst baby

A/N: if yall thought the angst was finally over, think again!

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You gave him your address and number that night, telling him to write and call as much as he’d like. You were shocked that he even knew how to use a phone but suddenly, you were talking every day. Sometimes it was just once a day because Draco was busy with something and could only call you late at night but other times you would be talking on and off all day. It could be about how his day was going or something he saw that reminded him of you or just calling to hear your voice or literally nothing at all.

Every time your phone rang, you found yourself jumping to answer it. It was early in the morning but you could hear your phone vibrating against your nightstand so you rolled over and reached out for it. You quickly answered the call and put the phone to your ear.

“Hey,” you mumbled.

“Good morning.” There was a pause. “Hey um...what are you doing later today?” You sat up, rubbing your eyes.

“I don’t know...nothing maybe. Why?”

“It’s been a week since I last saw you. That's seven days too long,” he said sarcastically. You laughed. “I’m serious.” But you could hear him laughing too. “I’m hanging out with some friends tonight and you should come?”

“What friends?” There was another pause.

“Just some old friends from Hogwarts.” You already knew who he was talking about before he even said the names. “Goyle, Blaise...Pansy.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“(Y/N), come on. It’ll be fun.” It definitely wouldn’t be fun. You’d never liked his friends when you were at Hogwarts. Goyle was annoying, Pansy was always trying to come between you two, and Blaise was the best of them but even he was pretentious.

“Draco...”

“Hear me out, we can hang out and go shopping beforehand, we’ll show up together looking hot as hell, and we’ll have a good time, I promise. I miss you.”

“I miss you too but-”

“Then come with me. Pleaseeee.” He drug out the word and soon you both started laughing again.

“Okay...okay.”

“That’s a yes?”

“Fine.”

“Good.” You could almost hear the satisfied smile he had on his face. “I’ll be there to pick you up in a little bit.” There was another pause. “I can’t wait to see you.” He said it quietly but you knew he wanted you to hear it. “Okay, bye.”

You smiled. “Bye, Draco.”

“I don’t like this one.” You turned around in the mirror, trying to find a better angle. But no matter how you looked at it, you just didn’t like it. It was all white and fitted weird. You groaned.

“Come show me.” You pushed the curtain aside, letting Draco look at the dress. “It could be better. Maybe it’ll look better when you’re wearing heels.” He tilted his head to the side.

“I don’t think so.” He looked through a pile of clothes, most of which you’d already tried on. He pulled out a black dress and handed it to you. “Try this one.”

You walked back over to the dressing room and closed the curtain, quickly putting it on. When you were done, you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was short, only coming to about mid-thigh. Just a bit tight. It was strapless but wrapped around your shoulders, stopping just below your collar bone. The sleeves reached all the way down to your wrist.

Suddenly, the curtain opened. You saw Draco in the mirror, looking at you. He walked up behind you slowly, his eyes sweeping up and down your body. “Now this one I like.” You turned around to look at him and he gave you a smile.

He put his hand in yours and made you do a little spin. “This is the one, don’t you think?” You nodded. “You’re gonna look so so good tonight.” You tried not to think about the fact that he was still holding your hand, much longer than necessary. “I’m really glad that you decided to go. It’s going to be fun.” You still weren’t entirely sure that was true.

“Draco...maybe you should just go and you can come to my place and hangout later,” you said hesitantly.

“No, I want you to be there. It’ll be fine. We’re just gonna catch up. We rarely get to hangout any more cause I’m never in town and when I am, it’s never for this long. Nothing bad’s gonna happen, it’s just friends hanging out.” But they weren’t your friends. Especially Pansy. They weren’t going to want to see you tonight.

But you wanted him to be happy so you smiled. “Okay.”

Draco and you walked side by side towards the entrance to the club. He nudged you slightly and you looked up at him. “Are you okay?” You turned away from him so he didn’t have to see the small frown on your lips.

“Yeah,” you said, hoping you sounded more confident in your answer than you truly were. He took a step in front of you, placing his hand your shoulder.

“I know you didn’t want to come but I’m glad you did. It’ll be fine.”

“I know.” He smiled at you and you returned the gesture. He continued to stare at you and for a moment you noticed his eyes flitting down to your lips like he might kiss you.

“Draco.” He suddenly turned around and you both watched his friends approach. Blaise was wearing a black suit, Goyle was wearing a black button up, and Pansy was wearing a black skirt and a black sweater. They all looked great. Well, Pansy, she looked perfect. Not a hair out of place on her head and she was frowning at you.

“Hey, guys,” Draco greeted. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder casually. “You guys remember (Y/N), right?”

Blaise stepped closer to shake your hand. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

“It has,” you replied, taking his hand.

“I didn’t know you two were friends again,” Pansy said dryly. The word friend stung slightly. You hadn't been just friends then and although you didn’t know exactly what you were now, you didn’t think friends was quite the right word. But you didn't let it show.

“Well, we’ve been getting reacquainted since I’ve been in town,” Draco replied. You and Pansy stood there glaring at each other silently. Blaise cleared his throat and everyone turned their attention to him.

“Let’s get inside then.”

It was well into the night and no matter how many times you checked the time, the night just wouldn’t pass fast enough. Pansy’s sarcastic comments and rude glares seemed to never cease. Draco either didn’t notice or didn’t care but either way it was frustrating you.

“Draco, what time is it,” you asked quiet enough so that only he could hear.

“You just asked.” You glared at him until he checked his watch. “11:09.”

Eleven. You'd already been there for two hours and they didn’t show any sign of leaving anytime soon. You sighed. “I’m going to get a drink.”

You stood up and suddenly, Pansy did the same. “I’ll go with you.” She gave you an overexcited smile but you continued to glare at her.

“Great.” You turned in the other direction and began to walk towards the bar. When you arrived you immediately got the bartenders attention and ordered the strongest thing he had.

Pansy arrived, ordering something expensive off the menu. You hoped she wouldn’t say anything while you waited but of course you knew she would. “I think you and Draco are very cute together.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m serious, I’ve always thought you two were cute.”

“We’re not...together. It’s not like that.” You turned your head to look at her and immediately hated the smug look on her face.

“I think Draco wants to be with you though, I think that’s why he brought you here. He was thinking the same thing as I am, ‘how cute’. I think he likes the idea of being in a relationship even more than he likes the person he’s actually in a relationship with. He likes the idea of having someone and being able to show them off. But he gets bored eventually, he always does.” You sighed, turning your eyes back to the shelves full of alcohol.

“Give it a rest, Pansy.”

“He got bored of me, rather recently actually.” You looked back at her. “We were only messing around though so I suppose it wasn’t all that serious. Just a lot of wild, drunk sex. How long has this thing between you and Draco been going on again? Maybe you two will last longer.” She chuckled as if the idea of that were funny.

You clenched your fist. Where was that damn drink? She was still laughing. “I can tell you want to leave but I wouldn’t if I were you. If we get drunk enough, who knows what’ll happen.”

You quickly turned on your heels, walking back over to Draco. That was all you could do to keep yourself from ripping her face off. You felt like you couldn’t breathe or think. You kept running into people at every step, feeling alone in this sea of people. You just wanted to make it to Draco but you didn’t even know what you would do once you got there.

Maybe you would scream at him. Or pull him out of the club by his hair. Or maybe just collapse into his arms. You definitely felt like you could collapse but your anger was keeping you going.

You picked up your pace, finally reaching him. He was laughing at some joke that you must’ve just missed. You put your hand on his shoulders, catching his attention. He looked over his shoulder at you and smiled. “Hey. What took so long?”

“Draco, can we please just go?” Your voice was so quiet, you didn’t even know if he could hear you or not.

“What?”

“Draco,” you said slightly louder.

“(Y/N), you ran off without grabbing your drink.” You turned to see Pansy stumbling up to you. As soon as she reached you, she fell over, spilling your drink all over Draco’s legs. She gasped and he stood up. “I am so so sorry.”

She made a grab for some napkins, got on her knees, and began to wipe up his leg. When she reached his crotch he jumped slightly. “Hey, watch it.” She looked up at him with a smirk and laughed.

“Oh, my bad.” Draco began to laugh too. For a second, you were too shocked to even say anything. Then you turned and began to walk out of the door. You could hear Draco calling you but you couldn’t care less any more.

Once you were outside, you finally felt like you could breath again as the cold air touched your face. You put your face in your hands. You felt a hand on your shoulder and spun around. Draco was standing there with a concerned look on his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your eyes widened at him.

“What’s wrong with me? Are you serious?” He looked like he was about to say something but quickly closed his mouth.

“Come on, let’s just go back inside and talk.” He reached for your hand but you moved it before he could touch you.

“I’m not going back inside.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Draco can we please just go home?”

He paused as if he were considering it. “No...we’re having a good time and all of a sudden you’re freaking out. I thought you were gonna try.”

“We’re not having fun, you’re having fun! You and Pansy. And I have been trying but did you see the way she was talking to me?” He gave you a confused look. “Of course, you didn’t. Merlin, why’d you even bring me here tonight? Just to embarrass me?” Your quivered slightly. You could see how angry he was getting but suddenly he stopped.

His eyes softened and he sighed. “Just go home. We can talk about all of this tomorrow.”

“You aren’t coming with me?” Your eyes were tearing up now. You didn’t want him to see you cry but you couldn’t help it.

“No but-”

“Fine,” you said. You turned around, wiping your tears as you walked away. You were glad that he didn’t try to call your name and reason with you anymore. You were done talking.

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