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rahhhbananas · 11 months

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✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 ✭ ✭ ✭ ft. miles morales (1610 & 42)

summary. Once Miles arrives on Earth-42, he goes to visit “his” boyfriend.

warning(s). He/Him pronouns, violence, foul language

a/n. Girl that’s not meee!!! 😫

“What the hell was that...?”

Y/n lowered the volume of the TV, straining his neck to catch a glimpse of his dimly lit room. Miles stumbled into the living room, drenched in rain, his eyes wide with a hint of panic. Y/n let out a sigh of relief. "Man, Miles, you nearly gave me a heart attack." Y/n walked toward his slightly trembling boyfriend, a small smile forming on his face. "You took out your braids? Well, I'm definitely not doing them again." Miles frowned, his eyes welling up with tears. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with genuine remorse. Y/n looked at him, perplexed. "Sorry? For what?" Miles continued, disregarding Y/n's question. "I'm sorry for being careless, for neglecting you. I should have cherished what we had, but I got caught up with Gwen, and it cost me something important. I'm so sorry..." Miles's voice trailed off, tears coming down his face. Y/n stared at his boyfriend in disbelief before bursting into laughter, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Miles, baby, what telenovelas have you been watching? And who the hell is Gwen...?" Y/n settled back onto the couch, motioning for Miles to join him.

Miles looked at Y/n, confusion etched on his face. "You don't remember? The huge fight we had?" he asked, clearly puzzled. Y/n whipped away the tears. "Miles, the only thing we've argued about in the past few weeks is which flavor of cake we should make... I don't remember any major fight." Y/n picked up the remote, flipping through the channels, skipping his favorite show since he knew Miles didn't enjoy it. "Wait, go back. I love this show," Miles exclaimed, grabbing the remote from Y/n's hand. Now, it was Y/n's turn to be surprised. "What! No, Miles, you literally threw a bagel at me the last time I put this on!" Y/n chuckled. "A bagel? What is with me and throwing bagels...?” Miles muttered, "Was it at least buttered?" Y/n rolled his eyes, getting up and heading to the kitchen. "I'm getting popcorn. If you're really into this show, we'll be here for a while." Miles nodded, satisfied with the response.

While waiting for the popcorn, Y/n decided to browse through his phone when a text from Miles popped up. Y/n glanced at the living room and smiled before focusing on the text:

Mi Tesoro❤️💋

Who you with?

Y/n I know you see this.

You fr ignorin me?

😐

Y/n remained frozen, staring at the text for exactly three minutes, desperately hoping it was some kind of twisted joke. Snapping back to reality, Y/n looked down at the message and quickly gave a response.

Mi Tesoro❤️💋

Is this a joke?

Miles. I’m with you rn

Mi Tesoro❤️💋

Why would I joke abt this? 😑

I’m with my Uncle Aaron rn

Does he look exactly like me?

Get away from him until I get there

Before Y/n could hit send, "Miles" entered the kitchen, questioning the delay. "What's taking you so long? Is the microwave not working?" "Miles" peered through the transparent part, trying to get a glimpse of what was happening. Y/n swiftly grabbed his phone, retreating a few steps, attempting to avoid any suspicion. "Uh, yeah, maybe you can fix it? I need to use the bathroom," Y/n replied, never taking his eyes off the impostor. Once out of "Miles'" sight, Y/n rushed toward the bathroom. "Damn it, why didn't I grab a knife!" Y/n cursed, making sure to lock the door behind him. "Is this one of them Mandela catalogue shits? Oh, please, let it not be!" Y/n whispered anxiously, crawling into the bathtub and opening his phone to find multiple notifications from Miles.

Mi Tesoro❤️💋

Hello???

Y/n

Answer me

Where is he?

Are you hiding?

Get something to defend yourself

It’s gonna alright, I swear

I’m hiding

Are you almost here?

Miles?

Y/n’s thumbs hovered over the screen, his hands trembling. His mind going blank, until he heard a knock at the bathroom door. A voice came from the other side, “Babe?” Y/n got up, putting his ear to the door “Miles?” The voice on the other side responded “Who else? You doing good in there?” Y/n noticed the lack of Miles’ accent, so he crossed out the option that it was his Miles. He still decided to play it off until his Miles gets here “Y-yeah…I just feel a little sick, that’s all. I’ll be out in a minute.” He heard a hum from the other side, “Alright. You aren’t mad about that thing, are you?” Y/n furrows his brows, “N-no, I told you I don’t even remember it…”.

"Miles" chuckled. "Alright, hurry up. We're already halfway through an episode," Y/n nodded, listening to the fading sound of footsteps. A notification caught his attention—a text from the real Miles.

Mi Tesoro❤️💋

we’re here

wya?

I’m in the bathroom

Good

Stay there

I’ll come get you

Y/n followed the instructions, remaining inside the bathroom. He tried to calm his racing thoughts, finding solace in the fact that Miles was strong and capable of handling weird situations. After all, he had chosen to date Y/n, so he must possess some level of resilience. Opening the conversation with Miles, Y/n scrolled through their messages, a twinge of worry still lingering in his chest. What if Miles couldn't handle this? "I shouldn't be thinking like this," Y/n muttered, attempting to push the negative thoughts aside.

Another voice echoed from the other side of the door, calling out to Y/n. "Y/n, Bebé, are you in there?" It was Miles. Relief washed over Y/n, as he quickly opened the door to see his boyfriend. Without hesitation, Y/n pulled Miles into a tight hug, tears of joy streaming down his face. "Oh my god! You have no idea how scared I was. I thought he were one of those creepy anomalies that impersonate people." Miles returned the embrace, looking at Y/n with a puzzled expression. "The ones from TikTok?" He chuckled, finding humor in Y/n's paranoia. Y/n nodded, lifting his head from Miles' shoulder. "I can't believe I kissed a complete stranger..." Y/n sighed, still in disbelief. Miles pulled back slightly, his frown evident. "You did what?" he questioned. Y/n quickly backtracked, "Nothing... Just forget it." Pulling Miles back into the warm hug, Y/n chose to ignore the current gaze Miles directed at him.

“We’re gonna talk about that.”

“No we aren’t.”

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kairismess · 5 months

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ THERE'S ONLY ONE BED...

featuring atsumu miya.

a low whistle escaped his lips as he set your bags down on the low cabinets of your shared hotel room. "gotta be grateful for the tight budget this season," the blonde mutters under his breath with a sneaky grin and a low chuckle, with your eyes gazing down at the single king sized bed with white duvet covers in the middle of the room that was perched against the wall.

you rolled your eyes, clearly hearing him relish in the fact there's only one bed to share between you two. you set your things down while atsumu relaxed on the bed, his toned legs crosses and his muscular arms behind his head in bliss, while a satisfied smirk rested on his face.

"where're ya goin', sugar?" he asked you with a cheeky smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief. you gave him a quick side eye and shrugged, taking your coat off, much to his delight. "i'm fixing our stuff," "why, 'sit broken?" he asked in such a sarcastic manner, sitting up and looking at you with a silly little smile on his face.

you sighed as you unpacked your bags, with atsumu chuckling once more as he gets up from the bed and crouches down behind you, wrapping his large palms around your waist. "so cute when yer ignorin' me... and the fact we gotta share the bed t'night..." "i'm going to get another room," you joked in a deadpanned tone, making atsumu whine and embrace you.

"yer no fun!" he exclaimed, pouting. you huffed and pulled away from him, making him pout even more. he didn't want to say it, but he truly wanted you to be with him in the same bed tonight; even if you two wouldn't do anything too crazy, he just wanted to be next to you, just to feel you close to him, his arms wrapped around you–that's all that can make him happy tonight.

as you two got in the bed, atsumu did his very best to keep away from you as much as possible, for your comfort. he gave your preferred side of the bed, most of the blanket area, and kept his distance as much as possible. "alright, well... g'night, shrimpy," he whispered to you as he closed the bedside lamp, trying to calm his hammering heart in his chest at the fact you're sharing a bed together.

by some miracle, you turned around, faced him in the midst of the darkness, and moved yourself closer to atsumu. much to his confusion and fluster, you made his heart race a thousandfold when you asked him, "why aren't you hugging me?" placing his hands around your waist and wrapping your arms around his neck, atsumu could feel his face heat up and his throat go dry as he's living out his dreams, right here, right now.

"well, didn't think you'd want me to..." he muttered shyly. you pressed your nose against his, sighing softly, making atsumu's breath hitch in his throat. "of course i want you to..." you replied, making all of atsumu's worries melt away, with him shakily asking you, "really?" and you nodding in reassurance.

that night, atsumu slept well with you in his arms, and occasionally, him in your arms. atsumu loved being spooned by you, it made his heart flutter. sure, he hadn't really admitted everything he was feeling about you, but he figured that, little by little he'd be able to tell you.

and hopefully... hopefully, you'd feel the same way, and hold him like this every time you two are laying together–the way he dreams things to always be between you two when the time comes.

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aventvrines · 29 days

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repost from old acc! reblogs are appreciated<3

anytime, anywhere ; megumi fushiguro x reader

wc ; 574 | content ; femcoded(?) gender neautral reader, swearing, kissing, ooc, multiple scenarios set in one universe, suggestive positioning, can be read as a standalone or a part two to this

summary ; growing up with sae itoshi isn't quite what you'd expect

when yuuji finds out that you and megumi are together, he almost screams. he's raving like a madman–saying everything from i’m happy for you! to what the fuck do you mean you're dating now, so i spent like three hours worrying for nothing?

by the time he finishes, megumi has an awkward smile on his face, and you're laughing bashfully. but yuuji has to admit that side by side on the couch, the two of you do look cute together. he leaves soon after, saying something about giving the newlyweds space. maybe he also feels guilty about the fact that he accidentally told you about megumi's terribly intense crush on you.

and when you're finally alone, megumi lifts your linked hands and shyly kisses yours.

you yawn, pushing yourself upright on your desk. there's still a considerable amount of time until class ends, but you're pretty sure you're gonna pass out before it does. glancing behind your shoulder, you look for your boyfriend, megumi, only to find him staring back at you. he looks tired too, but when your eyes meet his face breaks out into a lazy grin–one that leaves you weak in the knees.

as soon as your teacher leaves the classroom, students pour out of the large classroom. you wait, and so does megumi, until the room's almost empty. it's then that he approaches you, picking up your bag with one hand as you get up. intertwining your fingers together, he kisses the side of your head gently.

“so, what's for lunch?” he asks.

before you can answer, though, he's shutting you up already. “coffee isn't lunch, baby.”

you pout, leaning into his touch. “whatever.”

you flop down on the bed beside megumi, glaring at nothing in particular. you've been ignoring him for over an hour now, but he's just not getting the hint. you cough loudly. he still stares at his phone, typing something on it. you cough again, in a way that's clearly fake. this time, he bites.

“what's wrong?”

you frown back at him, silent. megumi raises an eyebrow curiously, turning to you. within a second, he's maneuvered you into a position where he's hovering over you, and you're on your back beneath him.

“oh-” you gasp, surprised, but he cuts you off.

“everythin’ okay?” despite your position being inherently sexual, both his voice and his touch are soft. you stare at the tv playing behind you, resolute in your mission to ignore him. he tilts your head up so that you're forced to look him in the eyes.

“hmm?”

“what date is it?” you demand.

“what?” he's confused.

“what date is it?” you repeat.

“the fourth of february?”

“and?”

“and the 14th?”

“oh!” he falls back onto the bed beside you with a wide grin on his face. “should've just told me, pretty.”

you pout. “i tried.”

“naaah,” he draws out the singular word, twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers. “telling me and ignorin’ me are two different things.” [im so sorry if ur bald]

you want to move away from his touch, but there's just something that keeps you from doing so.

“so,” he smiles lazily, “you gonna be my valentine or what, baby?”

the way he says it is just so damn attractive, and you can't help but blush as you nod. and when he pulls you into his arms, you hear the the words he whispers into your hair. “was gonna ask you soon anyways, sweetheart.”

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satansindexfinger · 2 years

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Giving the Brothers the Cold Shoulder After an Arguement

Warnings: self-deprecation and allusions to depression (Levi)

Summary: After getting into a heated arguement with your demon partner, you decide ignoring them is the best way to handle it. When do forced to interact you remain cordial but it's obvious to anyone you aren't letting up.

Lucifer; Mammon; Levi; Satan; Asmo

Lucifer

Two can play that game. If you think Lucifer, the representation of pride himself, is going to break and come crawling back to you? You've got another thing coming.

He's more than willing to reflect your withdrawn attitude, and he does it exceptionally well. If nobody knew about your relationship prior they would think you're just mere acquaintances.

Of course, he will keep up the appearance of formality by engaging in minimal conversation like, "MC, would you pass the salt?", "Diavolo mentioned he wanted you to attend today's council meeting.", "Don't you think it's too late for you to be roaming the halls?"

But nobody can miss the ruby glare, that he convinces himself is subtle, he sends your way every time.

Unfortunately it will take awhile for Lucifer to get over his ego enough to properly address the situation. The more stubborn you are at ignoring him, the more irritated he gets, and the more determined he is to keep the apathetic facade up.

It's the accumulation of small things that eventually get him to reconsider. How empty his bed feels when you're not in it. How listening to music isn't nearly as relaxing without his human leaning their head on his shoulder. How the coffee tastes bitter when not prepared by you. How your avoidant gaze makes his heart sink.

His brothers, and even Diavolo, can feel the anger seeping through his skin as they would get the brunt of it.

After a surprisingly long amount of time, Lucifer will break. He'd make up some valid excuse that involves you visiting his study, and once you go in he will make sure you are not getting out. Not until you hear him out.

"How much longer are you planning on handling this like a child?! Is this how you deal with confrontation? By avoiding it?"

The demon catches himself and his stern glare almost instantly turns into a regretful pout. He recognizes it's his pride and ego that got you both to this point with a shake of his head. He stares at the floor for a few beats before lifting his head up with furrowed brows.

"I... I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I never thought I would be affected by some human ignoring me but this only made me realize you're not just some human to me. I should've insisted we talk about this properly before resorting to this. So, would you allow me to make things right? Let's talk... I can't bare to be apart from you like this."

Mammon

He's quick to pout and exaggerate how much he's ignoring you back. Verbally.

"Pfff, as if I'd care if MC doesn't wanna talk ta me. Can someone tell them how much I'm ignoring them and how I dont wanna see their stupid face ever again? 'Cause I don't!"

It only lasts for a day. It takes Mammon going up to your door, about to break in and excitedly drag you out somewhere, as usual, until it hits him that oh shit. You're still meant to be mad at each other. His hand hovers over the door knob for a bit until he sulkingly leaves.

Getting ignored by you is honestly killing him. As much as he tries to act like he doesn't care, it's beyond obvious how much he's trying to get your attention back. The lingering looks and his overall childlike whining is more than enough to indicate he is missing you. His brothers are beyond tired of his complaning, too.

He can't restrain himself from busting your door down and demanding you stop giving him the cold shoulder. It's been three days! Surely you aren't mad at him anymore and you can go back to cuddling, right?!

"C'mooooon, MC! I'm sorry I made ya mad, I'll make up fer it! Anythin'! So just stop ignorin' me already.. I miss you."

He's aware of how desperate he's being and it makes him red from embarrassment, but he'd rather be honest than go through this torture. He'll keep one in mind to be more considerate in the future so it wouldn't resort to him being avoided by you ever again.

Leviathan

Levi's the one who would take it the hardest out of everyone. Boy's self-esteem is fragile enough as it is and getting ignored by you would just shatter whatever remainder he had of it. Don't expect to see him out of his room for awhile.

Henry's getting a front row seat to Levi's self-deprecation galore. Of course he made you so mad you don't want to talk to him! He's surprised you even spent time around him in the first place! Why did he ever think you'd stick around his gross, annoying, socially inept otaku self? He did this to himself, right, Henry?!

At this point Levi's forgotten what you two even argued about; he's too busy holing himself up in his room and trying to distract racing thoughts with games and anime. It doesn't feel the same without his player two though. He's just going through the motions without paying full attention to what he's playing/watching.

It goes on for a week or so until one of the brothers has to step in and convince you to go check up on him. As mad as you are at him still, everyone knows you're the only one Levi will answer the door to. He's been falling behind on his assignments, not even coming out for meals (thanks to his snack stash).

You're surprised to find his door unlocked. You spot him in his bed/bathtub, clutching at a pillow, looking absolutely miserable. He lifts his head up to chew you out for bargning in until he realizes it's you. He gets up so suddenly he almost falls over.

"M-MC?? What are y-you doing here?! Did my brothers send you here...? Because I know you'd rather die than see me; I screwed up so you're finally tired of me. You don't have to try to make me feel better. Just go tell them I'm fine."

Just looking at him makes you feel bad, no matter how pissed you were. It takes a lot of convincing that you do not wish he was dead and that you just want to talk. Levi will be apologizing every few words, possibly cry, but after a thorough conversation he will calm enough to reevaluate what started this.

Satan

Satan will be furious enough during your heated exchange as it is; so much so he would force you out of whichever room you're in so you don't have to witness him tearing it to shreds. He's already feeling guilty for losing his composure around you but after you start ignoring him completely??

Man's going to need a two hour session of letting out pent up rage in his room every day this goes on for. Of course, he will not let any of it show in public. Especially around you.

Much like the eldest, he will remain cordial with you. Not so much to save face as to prove that he is a-okay without you, and that this doesn't bother him at all. Even though he is absolutely not okay and it bothers him to an absurd degree.

Unlike Lucifer, however, it takes him much less time to swallow his pride and talk to you. He recognizes you're both dealing with a silly arguement in your own childish way and have to deal with it by having a civilized conversation.

Definitely not because he looked up heaps of books and resources on couple disagreements and how to fix them.

"Listen. This has gone on for far too long, so don't you think it's about time we settle this? I'm sorry I lost my temper. It wasn't right of me. I don't like this distance we have right now.. let's fix it. I will hear you out properly this time. As long as you can do the same for me."

Surpsingly very mature and understanding about not just the cause of the arguement, but why you chose to avoid him. He promises to do better and give you both time to cool down if you were to ever have an arguement again so it doesn't end in you taking these drastic measures.

Asmodeous

This is just a phase, right? You were just being overdramatic in the moment and you'll be back to showering him with attention soon! Right? How could you stay mad at his beautiful face for long?

Asmo will delude himself into believing the above so strongly. He will continue to act as he normally does around you, all cuddly and affectionate, thinking your attitude is you just playing hard-to-get.

"Awwww, cmon, MC! You can stop acting upset now! Although your pouty attitude is really cute~"

When you keep making it clear you want nothing to do with him for the time being, the avatar of lust is internally shattering. He thrives off of your attention. Having it taken away is worse than withdrawal. Not that he will make it obvious the first few days.

Seeing that clinginess isn't helping him, he will attempt to make you jealous by alluding to his fanbase and how lucky any one of them would be to have him. Ironically this backfires as it turns you even colder to him. He is at a loss and at his breaking point. What else can he possibly do?!

It all boils down to Asmo getting tipsy at a party one night and seeking you out. Crying, clinging to your clothes, blubbering about how lonely he is without you, and what he would do to get your grace back.

"Darling, please!! I miss you so much, I don't think I can take it! I love you so so much, just please look at me in the eyes again! You still love me more than anything, right? Whatever I did to make you mad I'll show you I didn't mean it! Just let me. I want to feel your love again... can't be myself without it."

It's a shame he has to be under the influence to spill what he's really thinking, but it manages to soften your resolve enough. Expect to get pampered and spoiled to hell for weeks as that's his way of making things right.

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #obey me shall we date

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forestshadow-wolf · 4 months

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"AH DON'T KNOW! Captain." Soap snapped, adding the honorific a moment later like an afterthought. "Jus'- ah'm ignorin' it an' hopein' it goes away." He huffs.

"'Hope' you're gonna 'hope' it goes away. You know it doesn't work that way, right?" Price scrutinized.

"Yeah, well what other choice do I have?"

"You could tell him."

@thejacketscloset @queermentaldisaster have fun :)

Soap scoffed at the mere suggestion. "What? So he can have a laugh? He doesnae do this, Price. And even if he did, it wouldnae be fer me." He crossed his arms petulantly.

They'd been fighting about it for the last fourty-five minutes now. Price apparently doesn't care about the fraternization, only focused on playing matchmaker. Not that he's not glad price isn't kicking him out, but I'd be a hell of a lot simpler.

"He h- He would. For you. Only you."

It's not exactly a secret. The thing that is definitely not a crush that he has for Ghost. But it's not exactly spoken either. And he's about 86.77% sure that Ghost is either unaware of it, or is politely ignoring it for him.

"Oh, yer really wankin' oot yer arse, noo, Cap. He wouldnae." His accent coming out thick with agitation.

"Well, regardless you have to do something, Soap. We both know it. You won't survive 'til next month if something doesn't change."

"Like what?" Soap stressed, Price tried to cut him off, but soap pressed on. "Capt- Captain. C'mon, really, what am I s'ppos'd t' do? Ah cannae exactly ask him tae fuck me, an tell me t' kill mah-self, and even if ah could it wouldnae do nothin' but make it worse."

"If you'd just listen to what I'm saying.." price griped, it sounded like he grumblesmd something else under his breath as well, but soap was too worked up to bother asking.

"Yeah and have me gutted like a fish. And ah'd let him. Price, I'd let him." He was almost pleading, for what? He didn't know. "Then ye'd be down a damn good soldier. And ah'm pretty sure you're no' allowed to keep Ghost around either after tha', legally dead or not."

"He won't gut you." Price chastised him. "Look if you won't tell him, or do something about it, then I won't risk your life on the field either." The man sighed.

"Wha- You're sidelinein' me?!" He sputtered, "ye cannae do that."

"I can, and I will if something doesn't change some time in the next week. And I will be watching." The tone in the captain's voice left no room for argument. "Dismissed."

Soap did NOT sulk down the hallway, back to his room to change into gym clothes, and out to the running track. John Mactavish does not sulk.

He was probably about three and a half laps away from running himself ragged when he felt Gaz jog up beside him.

"Roach says you're getting benched next week."

"Roach needs to learn when to bugger off." Soap huffed. They lapse into patterned breathing for a moment, but Gaz just can't let him wallow, can he?

"Is it because of the Gh-"

"Yes its because of the Ghost thing, okay?" He cuts the brit off, "and its not for sure, just... yeah okay, maybe it's for sure."

"...Price is right though, you could just tell him."

"Jesu- does bugboy tell you everything, or what?" Soap groans, they'd slowed to more of a slow jog now. "You know what- don't answer that. And you know as well as I do that ah cannae."

"I don't, actually." Gaz ignores his little comments. "You haven't seen the way he looks at you. And Roach says he talks about you." He plows on before Soap can get a word in, "the same way you talk to me about him."

"Gaz, he doesnae look at me in any sort of way." He deadpans. He's properly runned out now, they wonder off the track to stretch before hitting the showers.

"Dude- I'm telling you he does!" Gaz knocks their shoulders together with a playful grin.

"An' ah'm tellin' you he doesnae." Soap reciprocates.

"C'mon, man, the whole base sees it. It's like you've hung the moon and stars themselves, to him."

"Yeah, right." Soap laughs, disbelieving. "I'm more of an annoyance, than anything else to him."

"Yeah well, look, when it turns out I'm right I want a full batch of apology cookies, and I get to tell you I told you so."

"Sure, whatever." Soap agrees easily, confident in his own assessment. They part ways at the showers, both having their routines and dities to fulfill.

"Gary says Price is probably benching you at the end of the week, wanna explain that?" Ghost is nonchalantly leaning against the wall across from his door, seemingly waiting for him.

"That little vent dwelling twerp, just cannae keep his mouth shut can he-" soap sighs, unlocking his door, using the action to hide the thick lump he swallowed. "I'm nae getting benched." Probably..... he just needs to figure his shit out.

He pushes off the wall to follow soap into his room. "Is this about you taking all those solo missions? And how you've been doing your best to avoid me for months now?"

Yes- "No. Price is just being a numpty." He says, tossing his keys on the desk. He sits on his bed to unlace his boots.

"And your sure?" Ghost raises an eyebrow at him, he can tell from the way the mask shifts ever so Slightly. He's sitting in his desk chair now, facing him. "'cus uh.. I think Gary would say otherwise."

"Gary is a snitch, an' he doesnae ken how ta keep his mouth shut." He says pulling one boot off, and starting on the other

"He says there's something that the others are trying to convince you to tell me."

Soap grimaces as he pulls off his other boot, setting them neatly at the end of his bed.

"You can tell me, you know that.. right?"

"You dinnae want me to, L.T."

"Yeah? Try me." He deadpanned.

"You willnae like it." He warned, "and it'll change everything."

"I'm all ears."

"Uh.. k then... yeah ah lied, it is about. Yeh it's about tha'. It's nae-" he clears his throat, "it's not anything that you did, ah just... sometimes ah see you out of the corner of my eye.. and suddenly it's all I can pay attention to. An' I forget what ah'm supposed to be doin'. And ah forget every- everything except... an'- an' I've been takin' all the solos because it's the only time I can think, because every other time it's all just... I cannae seem to get myself to think about what ah need to." Once the words start, he can't seem to get them to stop, they just keep spilling out of his mouth. And Ghost doesn't stop him, just silently listening to him. And he really wishes he'd stop him, but he doesn't, and so he just keeps spewin' utter shite until his mouth runs out of steam.

Ghost doesn't say anything for a long while. Just looking at him, and he can't tell what he's thinking with the mask covering his face.

"You're wrong."

"What?"

"You're. Wrong." He says it slowly, like soap's some kind of idiot, and maybe he is. "This doesn't change anything.. and I do like it. I like it a lot."

Soap's brain short-circuits.

"I- huh?" Is his oh-so intelligent response.

"I'm telling you I feel the same."

"Oh." He says as his brain reboots. "... Roach is a snitch."

"Oh yeah, definitely."

"Ah shite."

"What?" Ghost sit forword in the chair.

"They'll never let this go now. Ah doubt shite- I owe Gaz a batch of cookies too."

Ghost only laughs at that.

#john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #roach is a chronic nuisance. and a vent dweller #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #background gazroach #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #el rambles #soap and gaz friendship my beloved #roach and ghost friendship my beloved

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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wooden charms

Pairing: Floyd Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: His beloved Shrimpy has been avoiding him, oh what is an eel to do?

Tags: miscommunication, comfort, fluff, Floyd calls you shrimpy, jade leech is a good man<3, bot proofread

Word count: 1.3k+

Notes: floyd fluff! this eel has been occupying my mind since the camp event started hahaha

i don't love the language in this fic, so there might be changes made here and there every time i have an epiphany lol

Floyd sank into the worn-out couch, his lean figure spreading out lazily across the worn-out cushions. Dishevelled strands of teal hair cascaded untamed over his forehead, casting a shadow that mirrored the clouded thoughts in his brooding eyes. Beside him, Jade maintained an impeccable posture, emanating an aura of refined elegance.

The two settled into the plush seats of the Mostro Lounge's VIP room, their weary bodies finding respite in its luxurious embrace. It had been yet another day consumed by the relentless demands of work, leaving Floyd's nerves frayed and restless. The dim lighting cast an ethereal glow, but it did nothing to quell the tempest swirling within Floyd.

A heavy sigh escaped Floyd's lips, his voice tinged with a touch of melancholy. "Jade," he whined as he nudged his brother. "I dunno what's gotten into Shrimpy lately. I don't get it, they used to be all over me, like a little fishy clingin' to my side. But for a while now, they keep saying they’re busy and can’t spend time with me. But then I saw them hanging out with the Guppy! What's the deal?"

Jade, ever the diplomat, maintained his business-like facade, though his eyes hinted at a deeper understanding. "Floyd, relationships can be like that. It is rather odd that the prefect has been avoiding you, but I'm sure they're just extremely busy. It’s to be expected given they’re the headmaster’s errand runner…. And Epel is a first-year student, so it is likely they would study together. Just be patient, I'm sure they’ll come around."

But Floyd's eyebrows only furrowed more at Jade’s words. "But it feels like they’re ignorin' me completely! What in the world has got Shrimpy so preoccupied? It's drivin' me crazy..." he complained, absentmindedly running his hand through his messy hair. "I miss Shrimpy…," he murmured, his voice quivering with unspoken pain.

Jade's voice softened, trying to reassure Floyd. It wasn't often that he saw his brother so vulnerable. "Well, if you genuinely think something is wrong, I think you should confront them. Humans always stress that open communication is crucial in relationships," he suggested softly. "Ask them what's going on with them. Let them know how you feel. You won't change anything if you don't try to understand them. Perhaps there's a deeper reason behind their distant demeanour that you're unaware of."

Floyd sat still, absorbing Jade's words, his calm understanding offering a soothing balm to his troubled soul. He nodded slowly, the weight of their conversation sinking into him. "I guess you're right, Jade," he replied, his voice carrying a newfound determination. "I need to go talk to Shrimpy. I can't take this anymore."

The vibrant ambience of the restaurant clashed starkly with the sombre storm brewing within Floyd's soul. The cacophony of the customers' chatter and laughter grated against his raw nerves, an unwelcome intrusion on his troubled thoughts. Every incoming order felt like a burden that continued to weigh him down. With each passing moment of his arduous shift, he felt the urge to go and squeeze someone intensify.

He had desperately wanted to find you and have a heart-to-heart talk. However, Azul, ever the entrepreneurial mind, had devised yet another business venture to propel the Mostro Lounge's profits. And now, Floyd found himself trapped in a whirlwind of responsibilities, with hardly a moment to rest as he navigated managing a fresh batch of unfortunate souls who were just so useless as servers.

"Can you just hand me the damn plates already? I don't have time for this," Floyd muttered through gritted teeth, his words oozing with impatience and exasperation. The weight of his fatigue lent an edge to his voice, underscoring the strain he endured.

But then, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, you walked through the restaurant's entrance, piercing through the clouds of his irritation. Floyd's eyes widened, a wide grin stretching across his fatigued face, erasing all traces of weariness.

"Shrimpy!" Floyd exclaimed, his lazy drawl transformed into an exuberant melody. Ignoring the bustling crowd around him, he darted towards you with infectious enthusiasm. "You're here! Did you miss me?" He spoke eagerly, closing the distance between you.

In a surge of affection, Floyd enfolded you in his embrace. His arms wrapped around you tightly, fearing you’d suddenly disappear. Soon, he sensed your tapping on his back, a gentle reminder that his hugs were too strong and you struggled to breathe. He reflexively released his hold, though he remained intimately close.

"Hahaha, I missed you too, Floyd," you laughed, unable to resist his endearing antics. The sound of your laughter erased any trace of the weariness that had burdened him moments before.

"I've missed you too, Shrimpy. I haven’t seen you in so long!" he giggled, before remembering what had troubled him and pulling back. "You kept hanging out with Guppy and ignoring me!" he accused, a hint of lingering frustration colouring his words.

"Oh, Floyd, I'm sorry," you murmured, reaching up to delicately cup his cheek. His face instinctively leaned into your touch, melting at your warm touch. "I had something to do, and I needed Epel's help, but I promise I can spend more time with you now." The warmth in your voice carried the reassurance he longed for, gradually easing the tension between you.

At your words, Floyd visibly lit up with a flicker of excitement and relief. "Really? That's great!" he exclaimed, a joyous sparkle igniting in his eyes. "Now I have Shrimpy all to myself again!" With a burst of enthusiasm, he grasped your hands and shook them.

But then, his attention was drawn to the peculiar texture beneath his touch. Floyd's gaze shifted to your hands, his eyes widening as he noticed the bandages delicately wrapped around your fingers. A flicker of anger kindled within him, fuelled by a potent blend of concern and protectiveness.

"What happened to your fingers, Shrimpy?" Floyd's voice trembled with a mixture of anger and worry, his brows furrowing.

You gathered the courage to explain, recognizing the need to calm his simmering anger before he took it out on someone. "It's nothing serious, really," you began, your voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of defensiveness. "I just... I wasn't careful enough. I know it looks bad, but please, don't be angry. It was purely accidental."

Floyd's anger began to wane, replaced by a cautious curiosity as he leaned in, eager to understand the circumstances surrounding your injuries. His tone softened as he asked, "What were you doing that hurt you? Tell me, Shrimpy."

A sheepish smile graced your lips as you reached into your pocket, retrieving a meticulously crafted wooden shrimp charm, intricately carved with precision and love. "Well," you began, a touch of uncertainty in your words, "I wanted to make something special for us, something that would remind you of me when I’m not around. I thought maybe phone charms would be something you would always carry around, so I made this," you explained.

With a deft and fluid motion, your other hand retrieved your phone, revealing a dangling eel charm attached to it. "See?" you whispered, a hint of vulnerability lacing your voice. "I know it’s not the prettiest, but we can match, Floyd."

As Floyd's eyes took in the shrimp and eel charms, his features softened, his anger dissipating like a receding tide. A surge of affection and understanding washed over Floyd, and he reached out to carefully take the wooden shrimp charm, his fingertips brushing against yours as he did so.

"Shrimpy," Floyd spoke softly, his voice filled with newfound tenderness. "I had no idea... This is so cool! You made that for me?"

You smiled at his reaction. "Yeah, I don't really have enough money to buy fancy gifts, and handmade gifts are always more heartfelt, don't you think?"

He encircled you in his embrace once more, this time more delicate and loving. "Thank you, Shrimpy," he murmured, his voice carrying a depth of emotion. "I’ll keep your Shrimpy charm safe."

As he drew back slightly, you noticed a slight pout gracing his features. "But please don’t avoid me again, okay?" he whined, before mushing his cheek against the top of your head.

"It's unbearable without you," he murmured.

#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland floyd #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #disney twisted wonderland

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glowstick-cafe · 1 year

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♡Across the Spiderverse: Relationship Hc's♡

Hobie Brown x reader

Genre: Fluff(?)

Warning: Hobie is so cool and he knows it, black peepole(British rizz) being in love, as always reader is gender neutral.

Summary: You actully hated him at first, but the line between hate and love are often blurred.

A/n: You guys liked me being delulu with Pav so imma be delulu with Hobie. Also, leave a comment if you want. :]

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You are a part of the spider society, Miguel just picked you up and said, "You're coming with me, kid." And you've just been on it ever since.

Your often aided Margo with her work(not like she minded), mostly because talking to spiders other than her, Miguel, Jessica, and Lyla were scary.

That's when you met Hobie, you truly had no idea what the hell he was saying for a full hour into him talking becauseof his accent, and he probably picked up on that from your constant confused nodding.

Hobie was fine with you not wanting to talk, which you appreciated; the boy was always happy to carry the conversation, and he assumed you wanted to be friends because you've been following him around and listening to him attentively.

Your friendship with Hobie was great, you've even stayed over at his house a few times to watch a movie you never made it through because you always fell asleep.

That was when Gwen came into the picture. You didn't hate her, she was actully really sweet and you had a lot of fun with her, but Hobies' attention began to be more on Gwen rather than you.

When Hobie began to notice how distant you were becoming he confronted you when you both were watching a movie at his house again, for old time sake.

"You've been ignorin' me lately, why?" He asked bluntly, Hobie was laying on your lap looking straight up at you.

"I'm not ignoring you, you have Gwen to talk to, anyway." You quickly realized how you sounded and cursed yourself, you looked down to meet Hobie's gaze only to see him with an amused expression. "A bit jealous, are ye?" He jokingly questioned, then sat up from you lap.

You could feel the heat emanating from your face, "No! Not like that- I just....fuck off!" You retorted, before you could embarrass yourself futher, Hobie placed a finger under your chin and gave you a peck on the lips. "It was never like that with Gwen, you idiot."

Safe to say that you stayed awake for that whole movie.

When you and Hobie started dating, he became more touchy, in the sense that he has to be touching you in some way.

He loves showing you off, it's like Peter B. showing off his kid, he takes offense if they don't wanna see you.

Hobie likes to rest is head on yours, it happens everywhere, standing in a line, washing dishes, it great for him, not so much for your neck though.

He also likes to likes to hug you from behind, but since your a bit jumpy about hugs the alternative is using your head as a pillow, or using your shoulder.

"Mate, wha chu' mean you don't wanna see my partner?"

He's so soft for you, even with he doesn't want to be.

He absolutely melts when you lightly tugg on his pinky finger or his jacket when you want his attention for something.

You love to kiss all of his piercings individually when you notice he's not having a great day.

You can't do cornrows for the life if you, but Hobie got you covered. He sits you down between his legs and does your hair as you watch whatever.

God forbid you touch your cornrows while he's doing them, he will hit your hand with that comb and it will hurt. "Why you tryin' to mess up my work, nah?"

#glow;atsv #spiderpunk x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #reader is black #blk reader #spider punk x reader #spider punk x you #reader is a poc

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hanasnx · 7 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

INDIANA JONES has that effortless brat-taming way about him. When he tells you to “Sit down.” because you’re getting too uppity, you’ll sit down. When you’re acting fussy because he’s spending too much time away from home, he’ll call you out on it before finding a satisfactory solution for you. For the most part, he’s highly logical when presented with problems. So logical sometimes it’s hard to argue with him because he doesn’t wanna see the emotional side of things. Oh, but when you give him the silent treatment... it's an entirely different story.

His boots thunder after you as you walk away from him with your nose stuck up in the air. "You ignorin' me?" he questions. He knows the answer, but he's incredulous. You've noted how when he's angry, he's looser with proper pronunciation. So at least you're getting somewhere.

"Hey." he warns, his large hand clamping onto your upper arm to whip you around and face him. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you."

You glare up at him, jerking your limb from his hold. "Oh, were you? I didn't notice, Pa." As you speak you cross your arms, closing your eyes to pivot your head in the opposite direction. The nickname you call him so affectionately is now used to pierce him. Instead, it backfires. You see it in the way he sets his jaw.

"I'll show you why you call me that."

With all the rage a father can have, and all the passion a lover is capable of, he makes sure to teach you not to address your Pa so informally. Your poor ass a mess of a sloppy, red welt when he's done.

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mandiemegatron · 10 months

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤

𝙴𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝙺𝚒𝚍 𝚡 𝚈/𝙽 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚝

Eustass being a bully, Y/N being a silly goose by having 3 brain cells, soft adoration and love because our boy deserves it! We love him!

A/N: I've been mulling around with this for the past few days so I finally beta'd and finished it up today so I hope you all enjoy !! Something a bit softer this time around, I was in my feels and this is what happened lmao 😭🙈 if you see any mistakes, no you fuckin don't!! 🥰

Enjoy, my cute lil tangerines! 💖💖💖✨️✨️✨️

It was a quiet night, thankfully. Most days on the Victoria were rowdy, overwhelming and drunken, so for it was a blessing in disguse for the night to be so quiet for you. You leaned on the railing of the ship, eyes watching the moon lit waters as a content sigh left you. 'How peaceful,' you thought, bringing your beer to your lips.

You'd just finished your beer when you suddenly heard a shout from behind you, turning from your spot at the railing to see your redheaded Captain stomping his way over to you, a confused but amused grin washing over your face as you asked,

"The hell's wrong with you?"

The second he got close enough, he reached out and flicked you in the forehead with his warm hand. You couldn't dodge in time and yelped at the sudden pain, reaching up to cover the spot as you gave him the finger with your other hand.

"You cocksucker, what the fuck was that for!"

He gave a quick, sharp laugh and yelled back,

"I was standin' over there SHOUTING for you for years, you deaf-ass bitch!"

Your eyes narrowed as an even more confused expression came over you, your tone annoyed and accusing as you bit back,

"Oi! It's not that I'm deaf, I was just zoned out - AND besides the point! Why didn't you just come over here instead of shouting at me like a fucking child?!"

He gave you the finger and barked back,

"Fuck you, you were ignorin' me and I don't appreciate that shit!"

It took you a moment to collect yourself but after a few breaths, realization kicked in as you asked,

"You seriously thought I was ignoring you? Kid... come on man."

Your Captain also took a moment, crossing his mismatched arms over his chest as he huffed. He watched you the entire time, watching as you fiddled with your empty bottle and finally spoke when your gaze softened.

"Uh... yeah? I was fuckin' screamin', Y/N."

You ran a nervous hand over your face and sighed, giving a slight nod as you accepted your fault.

"I'm sorry Captain. I really was just so into the silence that I just... tuned everything else out."

You glanced up at him with a tight smile, hoping he could see how genuine your apology was.

"...Forgive me?"

He scowled at you for a good few minutes, your heart pounding in your chest as an uneasy feeling came over you, your smile twitching as you wondered if he was actually mad enough to keep yelling or if he'd stomp away like a child like he usually did when you fought.

Surprisingly, when he did neither, your anxiety washed away with a sigh through your nose, grinning at his response of,

"Ah, I uh - I'm sorry, you brat. I just, I want your fuckin' attention, and it pisses me right the fuck off when I don't get it."

You couldn't help but give a soft "aww, Eustass..." as you closed the space between you, wrapping your arms around his middle and squishing your face to his chest as his arms wrapped around you warmly. You hugged him tight for a moment before pulling away to look up at him, your eyes bright and honest as you reminded him,

"You know you always have my attention. Sometimes though, it takes more than words to grab it but that's not your fault, it's mine. It's hard to pay attention to anything outwards when you're so... inwards, I guess." Your words grew soft by the end, a small frown on your lips. It was hard to explain but judging by how Kid was staring down at you, you had a feeling he understood to an extent.

"I'm sorry, lover. How can I make it up to you?"

His eyes suddenly glinted with mischief at your words, his hands moving down to cup your ass tightly, pulling a surprised "Oi!" from you as he almost purred out,

"You can apologize on your knees."

Your body vibrated at his words, pupils blowing wide as your breath catches in your throat. This was the man you loved, the one to take charge and tell you exactly what he wanted and how. You must have had a look on your face because that stupid, shit eating grin he always wore when he won something slid over his features in an instant.

"Sound good, lover?"

His tone was mocking as he said the word, his fleshy fingers gripping at you with an intensity the fueled the fire inside you.

"Y-yeah, sounds good."

The next thing your mind registers is the soft bed in the Captains room, his warm mouth nipping and devouring you from the outside in. You're both naked, hands roaming over skin as his name falls from your lips as you consume each other, body heart and soul.

His eyes are so gentle as he presses into you, his warm hand cupping your cheek as you hiss at the sudden filling pain, the sound turning to a soft moan as you shift your hips to grind against his.

The way he breathes out your name, pressing the softest kisses to your face and neck as he takes you, your heart overflowing with love for him as it hit you that this was his way of apologizing. Words were never his strong point but his actions more than made up for the lack of verbal communication. Though he teased that you were the one to apologize, he felt he needed to prove that he could accept his faults and be better, for you.

While you had yet to put a label on what you two had, this moment solidified your already immovable loyalty to him as you poured your heart out to him, sobbing into his shoulder as he murmured sweet nothings into your ear. Tears stained his skin as he thrusted into you, hoping to prove to you that he loved you more than anything.

Your foreheads met as you both began to reach the edge, your gaze warm and loving as he kissed you, his lips wordlessly whispering his unashamed adoration to you. He wiped away your tears before gripping your hips tightly, flesh and metal biting into your skin and sending your senses to heaven as you tumbled over the edge, sobbing out his name as your fingers gripped into his shoulders and back.

"Such a beautiful girl, my perfect girl, I love you, God you're so beautiful,"

His words fell from him like the softest prayer you'd ever heard, feeling like your hands would never be big enough to hold all the love he had for you in your palms. You clung to each other as he sloppily thrusted up into you, bringing you closer to a second orgasm as he chased his own high.

Your name met your ears multiple times in a hurried whisper, Kids lips pressing hotly to your collarbone as he jutted into you a few more times, groaning loudly into your bitten and bruised skin. You came with him, your eyes rolling back as you pressed mindless kisses to his shoulder.

The silence was heavy and thick, though comfortable, as you both sat in each others arms, neither of you willing to be the first to move. His thumbs pressed small circles in your hips, his lips pressing into your throat softly, moving up until he took your lips in his. You could feel him shaking and your heart felt like bursting, his energy almost suffocating you with all his unspoken emotions.

It was a while before he finally spoke, his voice the softest you'd ever heard as he asked,

"Did I hurt you?"

You smiled so gently, your expression warm and loving as you responded just as softly,

"No, my love."

His expression brightened at your words, looking like a kid in a candy store as his heart did backflips in his chest. He said nothing, only pulling you back to kiss you deeply, his soft hand tangling into your hair as his metal one remained on your hip.

You both only moved when sleep came knocking. Tucking you into him, he curled around you like a warm cage, desperate to protect you from the outside world. You caved into him, feeling the safest you'd felt in a very long time, knowing in your heart this was where home was.

It wasn't long til you could hear Kid breathing softly, exhaustion slowly overtaking you as your lips pressed soft kisses to whatever skin you could reach. As the darkness overcame you, you swore you heard him murmur,

"I'm gunna marry your crazy ass one day."

But you told yourself that your imagination was just playing tricks, unknowing that his tired eyes watched as you pressed into him as you finally drifted away.

In that moment, Eustass Kid felt like king of the world.

For the first time in his life, he finally felt like he had everything.

I love u all my lil tangerines! Be good ! 💖💖💖✨️✨️✨️✨️ smooches 4 u all 💖💖💖💖

A/N: AWWWW, okay, so I loved writing this I won't lie, the feels were flowing and I felt the need to write something sickly soft for our crazy man. This was so much fun, I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it !

#ok to rb #eustass x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #one piece fanfiction #mandies mumbles ; fanfics #i loved this !!!!#i love trying something different

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callsignmarz · 5 months

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‼️MDNI‼️ - Ghost x Y/N | Fem :“A Night With A Player.”

Being single certainly had its days.

There were countless nights you spent, swiping on dating apps, in search for someone relatively close to Prince Charming. However, over time, each new face seemed to blend in with the next, leaving you in disillusionment.

Whenever you got a match, it seemed there was lack of any genuine connection.

The small talks fizzled into abrupt silence.

Every conversation started to sound the same.

Slowly becoming immune to the repetitive compliments.

What a fucking bore...

You want something different yet, so familiar. Something that could easily light up just a little bit of excitement in your dull and very sexless life.

As you were brushing your teeth, the soft glow of your phone illuminates from your bathroom counter accompanied by the sharp ping of a text, suddenly seizing your attention. Your eyes peek at the aesthetically appealing home screen, taking a glance at the time instead.

10:46 pm

1 new text message

Any text this late at night was always presumed unimportant. So, shrugging it off and go about your nighttime routine.

Moments later another text chimes through the air.

"Who the fuck is texting me?" You say in an exasperated huff, fluttering your eyelids with exhaustive annoyance.

Why was it so hard for someone to simply find the patience to wait?

Snatching up your phone, you expect someone reasonable so you so don't act on one of your very many creative ideas. Suspicion arouses in your chest when you see the text messages that came in were from an unknown number. For a minute or so, you re-read the cryptic words on the screen.

Miss me, Love?

Hope you're not ignorin' me, y/n...

Raising a brow, your thumbs taps your screen, typing up your response, feeling intrigued as you piece together who this person is. All the serious ex-boyfriends are currently blocked—unless one of them got a new phone number. Then again, could it be that one fine ass doctor who flaked out when you were supposed to meet up for coffee, what was his name? Leon? Leroy?

The thought of playing 20 questions felt childish, and yet, you couldn't resist a good game of cat and mouse.

Do I have a reason to?

It was a simple question.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Satisfied with your response, you confidently press the send button and swiftly make your way to the bedroom, ready to crawl into the comfort of your safe haven. As you were settling down, it wasn't long before you got another text. Your lips fought back the devious smirk that toyed at the corners. Then the habitual urge to wait a few minutes before you responded, kicked into play. Counting the minutes down to a T, you went through the motions until you allowed yourself to eagerly grab ahold of your phone.

I'm goin' to take that as you don't remember me then...Shame, really.

You pause, staring at the mysterious text with your thumbs hovering over your keyboard in hesitation.

Despite the warning bells ringing through your head, you were drawn in, almost obligated to keep it the conversation flirtatious and flowing, your stomach whirls in temptation and your veins pumped with adrenaline. "Y/N... you're literally just asking for it at this point." You depressingly tell yourself, while you await the unknown.

Shame? So, why don't you remind me then?

In a matter of seconds and with amped up urgency ricocheting in the air, your phone chimes 3 times.

You never cease to amaze me, y/n.

It's Simon.

I'm only in town for a few days.

Ahh..That explains a lot...

Tipping your head back and like a film to a movie, the past emotions you had suppressed a long time ago begins to resurface. You knew all too well that Simon was the kind of person who just wanted to get his dick wet, and yet, here you are...

And I should care why..?

A wry smirk tugged on Simon's cheeks, you were the same y/n as he remembered.

In his eyes, you reminded him of a coconut.

A fruitful woman who sought out love with a tough, hardened exterior, protecting the delicate and delicious center. Given just the right amount of pressure, the shell would crack, exposing the soft interior.

And Simon knew exactly how to break through.

Don't act like you don't have flashbacks of how I made your legs shake with just two of my fingers.

A bit cocky today, aren't you?

Willin' to find out?

Rekindling anything with Simon would be a waste of time and energy. It was going to lead you down a path that held nothing but short-lived highs and hallow, empty promises.

Even with the nostalgic scenes from the past manifesting, the mere act of conversing with Simon reignites an extinguished flame that quickly spreads throughout your body.

You could also use the good fucking.

Maybe.

And there it was.

It was a crumb, but to Simon, it was an entry ticket. He was quite impressed with himself that he didn't even have to do much convincing this time around.

Absolutely fuckin' beautiful...

Still live on Downer?

How cute, you remembered.

Of course, I remembered. Why wouldn't I?

There were plenty of fucking reasons.

Not only did Simon lead you on, believing there was a chance to a sustainable future with him, you had also caught him in several lies.

Like the one time you went through his phone and saw 3 different women, actively pursuing a relationship and none of them aware about one other. At least you had the heart to send them the screenshots, right? But once again, the impulsive nature to be a total bitch trended on the horizon.

Honestly? I thought you would've forgotten.

It's been a while.

Simon hums with satisfaction stroking his ego.

He had you right where he wanted you.

Just a little bit more...

How can I forgot about the one that got away?

Out of all the shit we went through, I still admire you. I crave a woman that is independent and strong willed. Besides, we had a lot of fun together.

Like a siren's song, you found yourself unable to resist him.

All the blood in your body rushed to your most sensitive areas, shivering with agonizing need. Taking the edge off, your left hand glides down the gap of your tits, passing your navel and resting between the heat of your thighs, massaging your throbbing clit through your shorts, greedily rocking your hips into your fingers.

So, when did you want to come over?

Fuck, what am I doing..?

This was a bad idea, but the longing feel for connection overshadowed the rational voice in your head.

The intoxicating chemistry between you and Simon was undeniable, your fingers swirl circles, your breathing shallowing with more dirty thoughts from the past come flooding back. The soft glow from your phone captures your attention, stunting you from reaching your climax.

Reading the last of his words, your heart flutters and you do as Simon says.

Quit touching yourself.

I'll be over in 15.

#simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #mw2 #mw3 #female reader #ghost x reader #cod imagine #mw2 imagine

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: Brat Taming w/ Maggie Greene

a/n: i apologize for being so behind on kinktober, but here's this to make up for it because i've been obsessed with maggie lately.

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Yes, you had to admit that you were being a dick.

I mean c'mon, who wouldn't be? This random guy shows up and all of a sudden he's all over her? It's not that you didn't like Glenn, but you most definitely did not appreciate the googly eyes he was making at your girlfriend, practically hanging off of everything she said, even having the audacity to act flustered around her as if she had asked him to have sex with her or something.

Okay, yeah, no one knew about your relationship, but who could blame the both of you? Maggie grew up in a religious family, as well as her father being one word away from popping his top due to the new arrivals, especially because of Shane. When the world had ended, you were staying the night at her house under the ruse that you hadn't had a “girl's night” with each other in ages, aka the woman was horny and pretty much booty called you. That was when you hadn't put a label on anything yet, Maggie being the hesitant one.

As you spent time taking care of her relatives and close friends that were quickly getting infected, almost all of them being led to the barn with each passing day, she realized that life was now truly too short to be afraid. Maybe that's why you were acting this way, because the relationship was still fresh, internally scared that she'd hop on the first train to a having heterosexual relationship. The sad part was that you'd let her if that was what would make her happy.

You had been giving her an attitude for the last couple of days, constantly shooting dirty looks at Glenn when he was around her, where you knew she could see you. The farm had been so busy lately, with the newcomers and finally having an extra sets of hands. You stayed behind as the men went out; doing the laundry, catering to the farm animals as well as preparing a hearty meal for everyone when they get back.

Trudging upstairs, you headed straight for the bathroom as you stripped naked, allowing the natural air of the vintage house to cool you off as you grabbed a rag, dipping it in a bucket of water so you could scrub yourself down. You wiped the dirt and grime off of your body, the chilly water cooling your pores as you finally were able to recognize yourself.

You jumped as the door opened, your eyes meeting Maggie's as she shut it behind you.

“Get out.” You said coldly, even though you wanted nothing more than to bury your face in her shoulder and deeply inhale her scent. “No.” She said darkly, twisting the lock. She walked up from behind you, placing her hands on your hips, the softness of your naked flesh contradicted the calluses on her palms. She really was the farmer's daughter.

“You've been ignorin’ me.” She drawled in your ear, pressing her clothed lower half to your ass, the denim scratching at your skin. A shiver ran up your spine as her breath hit the shell of your ear. “And you've been real mean to Glenn.” You just shrugged. Nervousness twisted in your gut as you tried to keep a steady face. “Oh, you don't care?” Her eyes grew dark as she asked, her grip growing tighter, pushing you back against her as you kept yourself balanced by placing your hands on the sink.

“No, I don't.” You said, pressing your lips together as she let you grind onto her crotch. The barely there friction was enough to cause you to whimper, head falling back as you indulged in her touches. Your eyes fell closed, a hand landing on your ass, gripping the irritated skin as she watched your reaction through the mirror.

“I don't think that you don't care. I just that think you're just been all pent up, ain't been touched in a while,” She placed a kiss on your shoulder, “My poor girl.” She cooed condescendingly. “I thought,” You breathed as she allowed you to grind against her once more. “I thought you wanted Glenn. 'Was jealous.” You confessed, tears springing in your eyes as the words left you.

She paused.

“Don't you ever say I'd want anyone but you.”

Turning you around, she slammed her lips on yours, invading your mouth with her tongue. Her hand caressed the fat of your body; from your shoulders, down to your breasts where she gently squeezed, twisting your nipples between her fingers, then tracing the stretch marks on your large stomach, allowing her fingertips to trail down your torso before finally touching you where needed her most. She traced your weeping slit, your body shaking in anticipation as she easily inserted two of her fingers into you, a gasp escaping your lips and falling onto her tongue.

“I don't know when they'll be back, so you gotta stay quiet okay?” You nodded as she worked her fingers in and out of you, the only thing audible was your ragged breathing and your wetness, which was dripping down your inner thighs. “Maggie…” You whimpered, hands clawing at her shoulders. “My pretty girl. 'Always ready for me too touch you.” Her thumb drew circles on your clit. “All you wanted was my attention, but you didn't have to be a brat—” Her free hand surprisingly tangled in your sweaty locks, tugging your head back to expose your neck to her.

“To get it.” She finished.

You writhed in her dominant hold, squirming as you drew closer to your release. Her lips hovered over the most sensitive spot on your neck before placing a kiss there. “If no one asked questions, I would’a marked you up purple and blue.” You clenched down on her fingers at the confession. “You close?” And you nodded, holding back as cry as she skillfully massaged your g-spot. For you being the only woman she had ever been with, she knew a lot about what to do.

“Can I cum, please?” You begged, knees growing weak and your mind fogging, practically pleading to let go to. “Will you be nicer to Glenn if I do?” You vigorously nodded, “Yes, yes, I will!” She placed a kiss on your lips. “Then cum.” She spoke against them, and that coil in your stomach snapped, your body arching into her as you came all over her fingers.

Let's just say Glenn had noticed the difference later that day.

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Tape 1 // Side B Track 06: Jonny - Faye Webster Joel Miller x unrequited love

summary: You spend a night with Joel. You finally realise his true feelings.

warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Unrequited Love, Bittersweet Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, very very angsty.

a/n: or; the inherent horror of being in love with Joel Miller.

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Jonny, did you ever love me?

Jonny, help me figure it out

Not that I've paid attention,

But you haven't said it out loud

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It feels like you've spent half a lifetime looking at the back of Joel Miller's neck. And it's grown on you; so much so, you're almost disappointed to see the curve of jaw when he looks back.

If he looks back.

Joel is careful, takes patrol more seriously than you seem to; rifle in his arms like it's an extension of himself. You suppose it is: he's got the arc of bullets etched into bone. It's out of necessity, you think, but he's too good at it; leaning into the recoil and watching it rip it into something else.

"Think m'deaf, in this ear." He says, one quiet night. A lifetime ago, yesterday; it doesn't matter.

You trace the shell of his ear with a fingertip. He flinches slightly. The muscles at his neck are stiff, tense even as he's splayed out on the sheets.

"I know, Joel." Slowly, he curls back into your side; trained on your lips, flicking up to look at ppyour eyes. He doesn't like looking you in the eye, you've noticed. "Thought you were ignorin' me, for a while. Turns out you just can't hear for shit."

He laughs, a rumbling that shakes bone in that way you like. He doesn't laugh enough, you think, too bogged down by the weight of surviving .

But in that safehouse, one of your usual haunts on an overnight, it's the only thing you can hear. You fall asleep to it; the closest thing to joy you've felt in years; taking the form of secrets whispered in a hazy glow, told to you between heartbeats and careful kisses.

Like a dream, it's all gone in the morning.

You bundle yourself into boots and tattered clothes; whilst Joel triple checks the perimeter. There's a wordless exchange when he gets back, as you hand him extra bullets for his rifle. A brush of fingers so soft, it feels violent. He doesn't look you in the eye.

You're back to staring at Joel's head; counting the clumps of gray hairs that curl up at the nape of his neck. He's wearing that denim shirt you hate – the same one he always leaves the QZ in and the very same you took off of him last night. You don't hate it because he looks bad; it's quite the opposite in fact. You hate it because it's the only thing he's superstitious about – a crisp collar and the top bottom undone, and it means a good run. It scares you, sometimes. If Joel Miller's searching for something to believe in, something lucky, what hope in hell did the rest of you have?

He seems antsy, today. Restless, scratching at his neck more than usual. You keep a steady pace behind him, crunching glass and rubble underfoot. The city is… quiet. But whilst you've learnt not to stick your head in the mouth of a gift horse, to be grateful and not think too hard, you can tell: Joel's more than a little unsettled.

He brings his hand up, stopping dead in his tracks. There's a broad palm at your shoulder, and then he's looking around, bringing the rifle up to his chest. You can't see anything out of the ordinary but you trust Joel with your life. If something feels off to him, then it is.

There's a crunch of brush underfoot. Something whizzes past you; the spray of bullets, and all of a sudden, you're knocked onto your knees. It hurts; sharp pain at your shoulder, but you're scrambling to your gun and eventually you stagger to your feet. Joel's much quicker, dispensing a quick bullet or two in the direction of the shots; and you hear the thud of a body in the undergrowth. Someone lunges towards him from behind, and you're on him like a shadow – a small blade drawn and ripping his throat apart with its edge. With the little strength you have, you turn, back against Joel; using the spluttering body as a shield to advance towards another attack. You're deflecting the rounds of a small handgun; antique, by the looks of it; and then Joel's finishing off the job as you roll away at the last second. Three efficient shots, and they're both dead.

"We need to–" Fuck, you're gasping, clutching at your shoulder and barely registering the blood that pumps from the wound. Joel seems shell-shocked, eyes wide at you. You're putting a hand on him, squeezing tight, trying to tell him to snap out of it . "Not enough time, Joel…n-need to secure the area. Make sure there's not more coming– ffuck–"

And then you're doubled over with pain, half-collapsed on his chest; clutching at the fabric of that stupid shirt he always wears.

"Joel, " You're in tears now, gritting through it because God, why isn't he listening?" Joel, I n-need you to–"

"I know, darlin'," He's slinging the rifle over his back, scooping you up as best he can in his arms. His voice is soft, oh so gentle; and it's all you can do to not melt into his touch. "Let's get you somewhere safer, okay?"

And you want to argue, tell him you're fine , there's bigger things to worry about right now. You want to kick, scream, and everything in your body wants to tell him to run; but his chest is so soft, so warm…

He's leading you towards the remains of an abandoned apartment complex, about a half mile away. It peeks out from spindly trees, blurry around the edges. Your vision wanes, Joel's face being the last thing you see; and he's not looking at you, face tight and desperate as you stagger towards safety.

When you come to, you're delirious. The room is hot; damp and dark despite moonlight and cool air streaming in from an open window. You stagger towards it, sticking your head out for some much needed respite, but it does little to relieve you. Ever so slightly, you lean against the windowpane and pain rockets at your shoulder; throbbing and sharp. It leaves you reeling backwards, clutching at the wound. There's a rough bandage wrapped tightly around it; and you're horrified to realise it's caked in dry blood. Fuck. Head pounding, you curl up on the floor, trying your best not to panic. It's a lot of blood to lose, and you're feeling dizzy with just the thought.

You're scrambling for the medbag; a little canvas sack inside one of your packs on the floor. It hurts, but you grit through the pain, rummaging through clothes and whatever's left of your food. Half of its contents are strewn on the floor when you realise: it's in Joel's bag, which is nowhere to be seen.

There's a thought that creeps in when you realise: you don't know where he is. He's well and truly gone, if he's taken his bag. How long has it been? Has he really left you here? Hot and cold and shriveling all at the same time; he's left you here to die. And you can't even blame him; he's done more than most people would in this kind of situation. You lay back on the floor, ignoring the pain at your shoulder.

You're light-headed, cycling through hot flushes and then freezing cold; likely battling the beginnings of an infection. And you've lost a lot of blood; of which you've seen countless people die from less. Too far out from the QZ to survive the journey, and here, at least you can see the sun when it rises. Maybe he did you a kindness. Maybe this is Joel's way of saying goodbye.

Delirium sets in and makes you think of a life without all this. Where you and Joel have something real – something more than two lonely bodies in orbit around one another. You're not stupid; masochistic, maybe, but not a fool. The nights you've spent together, secrets told in the form of arms around one another and tender kisses; were things to bury in shadowy graves left by moonlight. That's what you feel like, sometimes, wrapped around his back and listening to the fall and rise of his chest; swallowed up by the shadow left in Joel Miller's wake.

The quiet hurts far more than anything else. You try to fill it up with something other than vicious empty; laughing at the shit lot in life you've drawn. You're in love with him: piece-of-shit , too-far-gone , this-will-end-in-tears-or-blood-or-both-sweetheart, Joel Miller.

You say it to the wind, to the arms you think you're imagining that scoop you up from the floor. Your hands are numb, losing all feeling as you claw at rough denim; watery laughter ringing out in the little room.

"T-Think I love you, Joel." You say to the pale face that burrows into the crook of your neck. A ghost, maybe, that whispers back.

"I know, sweetheart. I know."

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You wake up with the sun on your side, streaming through windows. Body creaking, you sit up. Pain rockets to your shoulder, stabs at your stomach; but the dull kind that throbs - rather than sharp and shooting, like last night.

Last night. In a haze, you trace featherlight touches on somewhat clean bandages. Wrapped over your wound, you don't feel like you're dying, at least.

You're still reorienting yourself when Joel pads into the room; muddy and panting. There's blood caked onto his sleeves when he shoots forward; one hand in yours and the other around your waist. He helps you down back onto the concrete, grasping your face to turn it this way and that.

He's inspecting you; thumbs just below your eyes to check your pupils, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. Hot to the touch, but you swat him away.

"Joel– Joel. " You try to wrench yourself away, but your muscles are too weak to overpower his. "I'm good. I feel much better than yesterday, and–"

" Yesterday? " He strains, and his gentle tone gives you whiplash. "It's been a couple days ."

"...what?"

"You've been in and out of it for a while," He clears his throat, and gives a watery laugh. It sounds more rueful, than happy, you think. "And I've been givin' you food and water where I can, cleanin' your wound, and looking for meds."

With that last part, you notice a clear vial by his side, taking it into your hands with a shaky grip. You recognise the label as a strong painkiller, and the bottle's almost empty.

"Been doin' what I can. That's from an outpost not too far from here." Joel looks guilty. "But…"

You hear the rest of that sentence. No antibiotics. Running out of clean water. No way to properly disinfect the wound. In about as many words, the ones he doesn't say, you'll die of infection long before you reach the QZ.

"I don't know what to do, sweetheart."

He puts your hands around his face, pleading in a way you've never seen before.

"You always been smarter than me, so just tell me what to do a-an' I'll do it, no complaints."

"You got more of these?" Your voice is hoarse. He nods. "They're pure? "

A throaty, "Yes ma'am." is all he can manage.

You put the vial in his hand. "You take these to the QZ, and you sell 'em."

The rest of it goes unsaid. It doesn't stay like that, snatched up from the ether and wispy sunlight.

"I can't jus' leave you– "

"You can. You will." You're trying to keep your face hard and lean-lined. You can't crack, not now – you need to be firm, or Joel will do some stupid shit in the name of family.

Quieter now, you say, "You tell Tess, I love–"

"–No. " He's shaking his head vehemently, clutching your hands like they're going to break. "No, no, no. None of that bullshit. You'll tell her yourself when we get ourselves out of this one. W-When–"

His voice breaks, and you're standing up, off of the concrete to marvel at a brilliant blue sky. Joel crumples into himself, trying so hard to keep himself together.

"Joel," You stretch out a hand, rough palms kissing his, and you lead him towards the window. "It's a lovely day, today. Clear skies. The usual route will take 3 days, maximum. You can make it in 2."

You smile.

"I like those odds. Don't you?"

"Come with me. " He whispers, turning to you. "You want me to beg? 'Cuz I will. I'll get on my knees, and I'll beg until you say yes."

And you know he would; stubborn, pig-headed Joel Miller would drag you both to the QZ out of sheer willpower. Even souped up on painkillers, you know, you'd be dead by nightfall.

He can't be here when you do. You can't let him carry that around for the rest of his life, so you shake your head, weakly. For some reason, that's the one that takes; the one that has him doubled over the sill in a moment of weakness.

You crouch down next to him, and then sit, back flat on the wall. Taking his hand, you wrap it up in both hands; warming it up for him. He stills, coming to sit down like you do.

"I love you." He says, and he's looking at you; boring into soul. And then he reaches over, gently, to capture your lips in a kiss; searing and messy.

Separating, you look at him. Just looking, and you blink back a few hot tears. Joel has never been a good liar, not when it counts.

You're crying now, properly , face squeezed up into a ball; trying to clamp down heaving sobs. Even now, he's being so kind, trying to give you something to hold on to; and you want, so desperately, to fall headfirst into that delirium, to die with that feeling of love and being loved. But you can't. Because–

"I know." You say it between sobs. "I-I know , Joel. Have for… for a while."

All he does is nod, brows softening, and then he's capturing you in a big hug in solid arms. You cry into his chest, and it feels like the safest place in the world.

When you separate, you're giving him watery kisses; on his good ear, on his bad ear, on his cheek, and on his forehead. You kiss his knuckles, black and blue, for good measure. He doesn't kiss you back.

He rummages through his pack before he leaves, digging out three clear vials and clean needles. They're pressed into your hands wordlessly, with only Joel's eyes – big, brown, expressive – to tell you what he thinks you should do with them. That last brush of hands is all he leaves you with, and a quiet nod.

You think you prefer it that way; left in that room the way he always does after your time together. Once again, you're left staring at the back of Joel's head; grey curling around the nape, and rough knapsack slung over his coat.

This time, he looks back; and you commit it to memory, holding it close to your chest in that sunny haze. You love him, you do: that piece of shit, too far gone, this will end in blood or tears or both, sweetheart; Joel Miller.

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"Why are you ignoring me, Husker?"

"Yes Daddy."

The words slipped out before Husk had time to register them, his full-face flush adding more crimson to his features.

"I'm ignorin' you because you're bein' obnoxious today, and I just know you're gonna fuckin' abuse this shit ass curse by sayin' my name over and over again," the bartender huffed honestly.

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Drunk love. / Eddie Munson X Reader! Fluff.

prompt: you got drunk at a party with your friends and one of them called eddie could to pick you up. + him taking care of you. + little discussion of how you love him but don't know how to put it in plausible words. + you're both being sweethearts.

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He felt his palms sweaty and his breathing a little ragged. He was there due to a call from your best friend; according to her you were properly drunk, he doubted it a bit, but still hasn't completely discarded the idea.

He took his back of the van door at the sight of you, watching you jump in excitement at the sight of him there. You had a radiant glow on your face and messy hair that made him feel the same butterflies in his stomach as the first time he saw you. As soon as you took a step forward, the words spoken by your friend who supported you by her side made sense, you couldn't even stand still.

"Wow, it's okay. I've got ya!" He grabbed your waist before you both could fall. Without hesitation, you grabbed your arms around his neck and hugged his body, as if your friend wasn't even there anymore.

"Aren't you my hero? Aren't you, pretty boy?" You asked amidst some disconnected words. Your friend laughed, making him blush as you pulled his cheeks together and scrunched his hair to kiss his nose. Mentally deciding that he liked you drunk, he thanked your friend for calling. Given your conditions and schedule, he'd refuse to even imagine you returning home alone. "You're ignorin' me?"

He cupped your face in his hands, needing to stop himself from laughing at how cute your arched brows and watery eyes looked. "No, pup, never." He assured, kissing your forehead as he pulled you to him. "I am your hero, I'm glad to hear that." Shaking his head so his curls tickled you until he could hear your giggles, he guided you into the van.

"So why don't I have a kiss yet?" He belted you, still afraid that you might fall down the stairs somehow. You had a pout, your voice was so serious, and the way you were crossing your arms showed that it was really getting to you. Drunk you was emotional and clingy, he was enjoying it.

"Sure," he cupped your cold cheeks, kissing your nose and then your mouth. Your hands tangled in his hair and then he pulled back a bit before it could make you want to go a little further. "All the kisses you want." He chuckled, playing with the pick hanging around your neck. The chain was his, but it had become yours a few days ago. He was happy about it, still reliving every morning in his head the way you almost refused to keep the object because you knew it was something important to him; and for that very reason he had given it to you.

"Just one more and I forgive you,"

"You promise me?" He laughed to himself as he realized he couldn't resist you even knowing you were being silly for being on the alcohol.

"Yep," you laughed as his curls touched your skin, his lips wet your cheek and forehead and nose and neck and shoulders until you had to ask him to stop before you suffocated on tickling.

"You're welcome, pup," he said as you caught your breath. Still on the stairs, without leaving your side, he pulled out a jacket he'd laid out for you in the backseat and the bottles of water he'd make you drink to avoid so much suffering the next morning. He wrapped the leather over your arms, cradling you like a burrito, and bit your nose lightly as you cuddled up. "Comfortable?"

You nodded, "Did you know I would be cold?" Your words were messy and you had a slight, genuine smile on your face. Your eyes almost couldn't stay open, in a way he thought it was all cute.

"It's late at night, Hawkins is a cold place." It wasn't at all, he was just with you long enough to know. Still, he chuckled at you and winked before leaving to go to his seat.

Still with his face giving away all of the amused gazes, as soon as he turned around he came across with your friend and now a few others looking at you like you were some romantic comedy you made him watch every Saturday night. He nodded, sort of making them understand that he was aware he was being watched and they just sighed a small, "They're so cute." With comforting looks, he just shook his head, feeling his cheeks heat up as he muttered once again one, "Thanks for not letting them go alone!" And get back in the van. He heard a lot about your friends, only the good things, he imagined they heard a lot from him too; considering that Dustin knew all about you as well, he was comforted to think that.

Your eyes were distant when looking out the window, you hadn't even noticed the girls watching you or him talking to them, you were totally lost in your thoughts humming to some song in your head.

"My vision is blurred, do you think I'm getting blind?" You said it seriously, but without much concern. He wanted to laugh so bad, yet he didn't want to hurt you.

"Here," he took the bottle he had put at your side, opened it and gave it to you. "Drink some, it will make you feel better. And, huh, well, cure your blindness onset."

He was making sure to drive slowly, as opposed to his sloppy way, in order not to make you sick. You looked happy with the water, not really with the water, it was like water was encouraging some thought in your head and you were happy with that. Although, considering how quiet you were, he started to get scared that this might be a bad sign; after all, he didn't know how much alcohol you had ingested.

"Babe," he called, seeing you swing your leg slightly as you went back to muttering with your mouth full of water; now he had recognized the song. You were singing Iron Maiden, the same song he was listening to in the morning when he took you home after school, you always said you hated it but it always ended up stuck with you for days. "You good?"

"Yeeeep," you said kind of against your will. Without much thought, almost involuntarily, he picked up the tape from his mess and put it on. He dismissed the idea that drunk you might hate that, but as soon as the music filled the van, your face lit up as you pointed at the dashboard. "I love that song! It's been playing in my head for days!" He laughed, making a sound you thought was adorable and made a mental reminder to piss you off about how much you love this song the next day.

"I know you do," he glanced at you, seeing you curled up on the seat in his jacket, looking at him with your bright eyes. "Hold on a little longer, we'll be home soon."

"I don't mind, I enjoy spending time with you. I like the van and the way your jacket smells like you, it's like home." You closed your eyes, as if feeling it deep within you at that very moment.

A cozy silence hung over the two of you, he with a silly smile on his lips and you still lost in your sweet dazzle. "Look at me, puppy." He took his eyes off the road, you opened yours, beaming a bit to see him happy by your side. "I love you, okay?"

You nodded, feeling an unusual awkwardness coming from those words at that moment. You'd heard them come from him just a few times, but it wasn't for lack of feelings, just because it felt more special that way. However, this time it didn't seem to be enough. "I love you." You tried, feeling the same way, and then frowned.

"What's that? Are you angry for lovin' me?" He laughed, but then stopped himself as your eyes watered. "Babe, what's wrong?" He said it louder, frowning as he wondered whether to stop the van or not.

"I love you," you took a deep breath, blinking your eyes exaggeratedly. "I love you a lot." You repeated it, but this time directed it to the window, as if the words no longer made sense.

"I love you a lot too, puppy, I mean it."

"No, I don't love you like that, can't you see?"

This time he stopped the van, facing you with a certain fear. In his mind that would be a moment when he would discover that the last few months of his life were a lie and that the person he loved most in the world was lying to him and that a few drinks of alcohol was enough to end it all.

"I'm sorry, what?" His voice was low, his throat was already extremely dry.

Just so you could fill his chest with air again, "I love you more than these 3 words can say," you scratched your eyes irritably, kicking emptiness. "I can't put into words what I feel, like it's not enough. I need more."

He let out the breath he didn't even know he was holding, feeling light again. "I understand, I feel the same. I feel your love, that's fine, love." He tried to calm you down. "I love you so much more than words can explain as well."

"No, bitch," you pulled his hand away from your face before he touched you, instead he placed his palm over your thigh; it was relaxing and really made you calm down. His cheeks couldn't be redder from holding back laughter. "It doesn't make sense, I love you more, it's like you're a charming tiny horse with perfect teeth and a silky mane and I need to protect you from the world." You gestured with your hands, clearly not too pleased with your own speech. He couldn't hold it this time and laughed. "You need to understand, it's like I want to move in with you, be a part of your life at all times, have kids with you, understand the books you like and music you listen to even if it sounds a little psychopathic at times, it's that I need you a lot."

He bit his lip, feeling like crying along with you. He was really lucky. "You want to have my kids?" He rubbed his hand over your legs, making you shiver at the icy cold of his rings.

You laced your fingers around the necklace, placing the pick between your lips. "I like the idea of little hairy messes who can play guitar just like you, and you're good with kids. You would be a good dad." You whispered awkwardly, your attention totally focused on the chain.

He nodded, even though he didn't quite agree. Anyway, it was good to hear that from you, he longed to have a life with you. "Yeah, I couldn't be more in love with you. I love you so fuckin' much." He said in a state of ecstasy. He expected drunks to be as sincere as many people had described before.

"No, Eddie." You threw your head back on the seat. Your gaze was present but still distant, it was clear to him that you were fighting fatigue. "I, are you listening to me? I love you more, more than these 3 words can say or the feeling you think you know I'm describing!" You closed your eyes tightly, he could tell how upset you were. Unfortunately it was adorable, he wished he'd recorded it for you to watch later.

"Okay, babe." He gave up for a brief minute. "We can discuss more about it later, if you like to? You look tired and we still have a few good minutes to get home, maybe you can get some sleep." He ran his fingers through your hair, watching you snuggle deeper into the seat and kiss his palm. He caressed your cheek for a few moments, until your breathing became calm and then he kissed your head.

He started the van again, making the music come back low and pleasant to both ears. At a glance, he laughed to see your eyes half open and your hand going up to his arm to take up residence there and have a warm place. You liked the silence, though he didn't enjoy it much; but in his defense, he had tried to put you to sleep.

"Pup," he didn't take his eyes off the road. "I love you, I love you so much, more than that 3 words can say and more than you think you know and deffo more than you love me; whether you like it or not." He said sincerely, even if a little sassy with a stubborn grin on his face. He was ready for it.

You rolled your eyes, squeezing his arm in your fingers, ready to start this topic again until his kisses could stop you and tiredness take over your whole body. You were drunk in love.

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Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 17

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Borda Island Resident: Open the castle gate!

Borda Island Resident: Bring out the new lord…!

Borda Castle Guard: Stand down! If you break the castle gate, you'll be arrested for treason!

Borda Island Resident: Treason?! Just for asking her to help us?!

Mitile: … Everyone's in an uproar outside the castle… And when Leno's in so much trouble, too…

Riquet: I'm worried about Shylock, too. And about Lord Snow in his painting… …And Lord White, too…

Mitile: Where is Lord White…? Maybe we just can't see him, and he's right next to us… No, he should be at Lord Snow's side, right?

Riquet: Oz said he couldn't feel his presence anywhere…

Mitile: Oh no…

Mitile & Riquet: …

Nero: It's gonna be fine.

Riquet: Nero…

Nero: None of 'em are that fragile. Once Snow's all healed up, White's gonna show up again, too. That's why Arthur and Rutile are out searchin' for medicine for him. Just believe in 'em and be patient.

Riquet: …Okay.

Mitile: …Alright. Nero, is there anything that the two of us can do? We were told to wait here in the castle because it'll be dangerous in the ocean, but I really did want to go with them, too.

Riquet: Me, too. So if there's anything we can do for our allies…

Nero: … I wanna tell you kiddos you don't need to worry about that kinda thing, but this whole island really is in a tizzy right now… I ain't gonna pretend things aren't real touch 'n go right now. Something bad really might happen.

Mitile: Something bad…

Riquet: Nero… Why are the people at the gate so angry? I can understand being scared of the dragon and the natural disasters it might cause. But neither of those have anything to do with the people in the castle, do they? Why did they come to the castle, and why are they so angry at those within it?

Nero: It's 'cause the new lord ain't listenin' to what her people have to say. No one can trust someone who won't listen to 'em. But even if they don't trust her, they still have to rely on her. So they're all mobbin' her 'cause they're scared she's gonna up 'n abandon them in their time of need. Ignorin' their voices when they're scared and desperate is the same as ignorin' that they exist at all. So they're here to say, "We're here, we're alive." Y'know how Arthur and Rutile listen to whatever people have to say to 'em, even if they don't agree with it?

Mitile: Yeah…

Riquet: They'll even hear out people I think are perfectly fine to ignore…

Nero: Haha… Yeah, I get where you're comin' from. But the people who're spendin' their time listenin' to you on a regular basis… Aren't the people you're gonna be worryin' about up and ditchin' you when somethin' happens.

Riquet: … …I suppose that's true. Oz also didn't talk about himself for a long time. He wasn't someone I thought would come to help me when something happened. I thought it was wrong of him to be unwilling to help others despite holding such great strength. I didn't think he was really seeing me, and so I often made a big fuss about it. "Are you listening, Oz? Make sure you respond! Be sure to say things clearly!" Just like the island residents are doing now. Oz is just bad at talking to people. He isn't doing these things on purpose to spite people. But once Oz began meeting my eyes and listening to me, I stopped feeling the need to make such a fuss about it.

Mitile: … …I understand how they feel, too… I always want to make sure people are listening to what I have to say. I always feel childish and ashamed of myself when I say that kind of thing, so I don't like to, but… When busy grown-ups look back at me and nod and listen to what I'm saying… It feels like my words…and I myself really matter… So I was really happy today. Dr. Figaro really talked with me… It made me feel like he was really acknowledging me and putting his faith in me…

Nero: …Yeah, I know what you mean…

Mitile: You do?

Nero: Back when I was younger, there was someone I wanted to stop and look at me. I don't think I wanted him to praise me, but at the same time, I really wanted him to… I wanted him to see there was value in where we were. I wanted him to think there was somethin' worth keepin' his interest.

Riquet: Are you talking about your father?

Nero: I mean, no, but…

Riquet: Was it someone who guided you?

Nero: …Yeah, I guess you could say that…

Mitile: Did he ever stop and look at you?

Nero: Maybe halfway… But I never let my frustration with that bubble over. Because he did look at me. He was workin' hard and held himself back. He did listen to what I had to say to him. …The new lord here was prob'ly the complete opposite when she was talkin' to the head chef. She didn't listen to what anyone was tryin' to tell her. So everyone, the island residents, the wizards in the market, even the people in her own castle… All of 'em expect her to cut and run at the first sign of trouble.

Riquet: … Dianne said that it's her job to guide the people living on the island. So why doesn't she do that when her people are in so much distress?

Nero: Beats me… Maybe there's some kinda circumstances we don't know about… But anyways, there's way too much bad stuff all lined up in a row out here. Even a single misstep could end up with a full-blown riot on our hands. That guy'd be good at unifying everyone at a time like this, but…

Mitile: Ah… My brother and everyone else are about to leave!

Riquet: Let's go see them off!

Nero: Yeah, let's.

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We were about to dive to the bottom of the sea, to where Balthazar was lying in wait. The ones meant to wait in the castle--Nero, Riquet, and Mitile--came to see us off. Figaro didn't, but he couldn't let himself pause in Snow's treatment for something like this. Snow had been poisoned, White had vanished, Shylock had been kidnapped, and Lennox was being manipulated… And to heal them, to bring them back, we had to face off against a Northern wizard and a sea dragon. Going against that sea dragon in particular… Thinking about that made my chest ache.

Akira: (…Hwylryn…)

But I could only let myself think about him for so long. We didn't have a moment to waste right now. More than anything else, I didn't want to lose Snow, White, Shylock, and Lennox. We finished up getting ready to depart, and left the castle, standing just before the castle gate. On our way, someone from the castle called out to us. Everyone was in a rush around us, anxiety plain in their movements.

Castle Butler: Master Sage, Prince Arthur, how did your investigation into the disappearances go? In truth, I have something else I wish to pass on to you as well…

Cain: We'll need you to tell our comrades about that later. We've got stuff to talk to your side about too, though. Three corpses were found without their heads, right? Can you tell us why we didn't get informed of that particular detail?

Castle Butler: W-well…

Cain: I'd appreciate it if you could make time with Lord Dianne for us. I'd like to talk to her more in depth…

Nero: I'll take over from here.

Cain: Got it?

Castle Butler: Y-yes, sir!

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Shino joined our group with his scythe on his shoulder and his bag stuffed full of Rutile's medicinal herbs. Murr turned back to the rest of us while walking towards the front.

Murr: Okaaaay, let's get this show on the road! All of you can use magic that'll let you move freely underwater, right?

Arthur: I can, yes. How about the rest of you?

Shino: Yeah.

Heathcliff: I'll probably be okay. I put a good amount of practice into it during lessons. I haven't been able to put it into practice for a particularly extended period of time, though.

Rutile: Same here. I've played around in rivers and lakes before, but it'll be my first time going this deep.

Chloe: Um, I'm not super confident I can.

Murr: Rustica, can you help him out?

Rustica: I believe I can keep him breathing under the waves, yes.

Chloe: Wh…what else is there to worry about?

Rustica: I cannot swim, you see.

Chloe: Huh?!

Arthur: Really?!

Murr: Have you drowned before?

Rustica: Who knows? But I'm very certain I can't swim.

Chloe: Now that you mention it, we've never gone swimming during our travels…

Cain: Just leave the swimming part to me. As long as you can both breathe underwater, I'll take point and you can follow my lead.

Arthur: There's a big river in your hometown, right?

Cain: Yeah. You should come swimming with me sometime, your Highness.

Murr: So the Sage should be with Oz, Faust, Rustica, or me. We'll make sure they're covered.

Arthur: Thank you. The deep sea is not only dangerous, but also draining to navigate. If you start getting tired, please feel free to separate from the rest of the group and take a break. If you can float up to the surface and get to the sky, it should be simple enough to find land again. If you've completely exhausted your magic, though, you won't be able to fly. Lord Oz's magic will be more than enough to bring us all back to land, but at the same time, that will be difficult to do until dawn breaks.

Faust: That's true. Murr and I should be able to aid the rest of our students, but… We should have contingencies in place, just in case. All of you should keep a close eye on how much magic and physical exertion you're using.

Heathcliff: Understood.

Cain: Gotcha.

Shino: Yeah. Can I ask something?

Arthur: What is it?

Shino: How are we gonna kill the dragon when Oz can't use magic? If the Sage is with him, he should be able to use it, but he failed at killing it just earlier today.

Shino was staring at me, and I kept my mouth shut. I remembered what I'd done only a short while ago. I didn't want to hurt Hwylryn. The moment I'd thought that, the moment I'd let go of Oz's hand, he'd stopped being able to use magic. Eleven of my dear wizards bore an injury from <the Great Calamity>, a burden that restricted them terribly. When I, the Sage, touched them, the weight of that burden was lessened. We'd done this many times over now. Oz, who could no longer use magic at night, could use magic. The sleepless Mithra could rest… But there were also many times it hadn't gone so well. No matter how many times I desperately pray for it to work, those prayers are never answered… I still don't understand why it works some times but not others. But as of this last incident, I had a feeling I'd made the first step towards understanding that mystery.

Akira: (…It's because of my own heart…)

It took me a moment to realize I was clenching my hands.

Akira: (Wizards cast magic with their hearts. This must be the same principle…) (I think that if both I and the wizard in question aren't wanting the same thing, then I can't do anything to heal their injury from the Calamity…)

But even if we said that, there were still some points that didn't cover. For instance, I wasn't very good at letting Oz use his magic again during the Umbra Volans incident, at least at first. Nor when Shylock was suffering from his heart being set aflame, even when he was in so much pain right in front of me…

Akira: (…Even though Nova was able to do it…)

Though I was at a bit of a loss, I still put my thoughts into words.

Arthur: I see… So you don't wish to attack the sea dragon, Master Sage. That's why Lord Oz isn't able to use his magic right now… That's what you're trying to say, yes?

Akira: I mean, that just has to be it, I can't think of any other reason why… That's definitely how it feels to me.

Murr: Then while we're in the water, Oz, you need to keep your desire to protect us in alignment with the Sage's. Normally I'd want to do some proper experimentation to verify things, but we sadly don't have the time for that right now.

Faust: At the very least, we should be able to make sure the younger wizards all stay safe… Oz.

Oz: What.

Faust: If you feel that your heart and the Sage's aren't matching up, take the younger wizards back to shore. Can you do that?

Oz looked at me. I looked away, feeling like I was trying to run away from the intensity of his gaze. It wasn't a comfortable feeling.

Akira: (Oz must be really troubled by not being able to use magic…) (Normally everything works out just fine, but because of me…) (When Snow and White were in danger, I started getting all wishy-washy because of a dragon I'd only just met…) (That's what he must be thinking about me right now…)

I felt terrible that I couldn't meet the expectations everyone had placed on me.

Oz: Sage.

Akira: Yes…

I responded to Oz when he said my name. The voice that spilled from my lips was unbelievably small. But Oz's voice contained no blame or accusation within its thunder.

Oz: I believe I once told you to not let your role confine you.

Akira: …

I looked up at him, startled. He had said something similar to me before. Those words, too, had felt very precious at the time. I mustn't forget my own name. The weight of my role was such that it could blot out my personal identity. And now… I was the one who had begun to forget who I was. I'd started to think that if I couldn't fulfill the role I was supposed to play, then there wasn't any point in me being here in the first place. It wasn't that anyone had told me that. But still, the weight of responsibility had made my heart begin to curl in on itself. Akira didn't need to be here. The perfect, flawless Sage should be standing in their place. I took a moment to once again look around myself. Everyone's expressions were tense, taut as a drawn bowstring. Arthur, Cain, and Faust were staring at me, their gazes focused… As was Murr, with his wandering gaze, as well as Heathcliff and Shino, after they glanced at each other. Rutile and Chloe were too, both looking worried. And then there were Nero and Rustica, who looked like they were watching over me from far away. Riquet and Mitile were holding hands, but they were looking at me, not at each other. I could tell. All of them were desperately thinking about what they could do for me. "It wasn't all you sole responsibility. We can help, too." That's what it felt like they were saying to me. I took a slow, deep breath in, exhaled, and then opened my mouth.

Akira: It's not like I can be 100% about it, but… I think I can work with Oz to let him use magic as long as it's not for violence. If it's to help any of you, then I definitely think I'll be able to help.

Faust: Got it. Thank you.

Shino: I don't want to get dragged back to shore. I'll figure something out on my own.

Cain: I'm pretty confident in my diving ability. I dunno exactly how well that'll hold up in the deep sea, but…

Chloe: But, um, isn't that gonna be pretty bad in the definitely super small chance that we got forced to fight the dragon…? Oz can't use his magic for that, and none of the Northern wizards are here, either… I mean, this is totally hypothetical, okay?! I definitely don't want us to have to fight against a dragon that the Sage is friends with!

Arthur: You have a point… Master Sage, do you think opening a dialogue with this "Hwylryn" fellow would be worth a try?

Akira: A dialogue…

Arthur: Yes. If it's possible to avoid any conflict by talking with him, then…

Arthur's words made me feel a faint sense of hope.

Akira: …I don't think it's impossible, at the very least. Hwylryn didn't strike me as being super into violence. He was more playful and mischievous, if anything…

Chloe: A mischievous dragon…

Rustica: What a wonderful prospect. I hope we can become friends.

Akira: I hope so, too.

My tone had sharpened a bit, though I hadn't meant it to.

Akira: Actually, Hwylryn said a bunch of times that his brother was more predisposed to being aggressive. So I figure that means Hwylryn himself is a lot more mild-mannered than his brother was…

Oz: …I have never heard of a mild-mannered dragon before. Though they may not be needlessly aggressive, their arrogance and wariness are both very defined. I do not believe conversation will be an option.

Akira: H…Hwylryn can definitely be talked to.

Oz: …

Arthur: Your own wariness is entirely understandable, Lord Oz. But the one who has had direct experience in speaking with this dragon named Hwylryn and flown at his side through the sky is the Sage. Can we not have faith in what they say and make an attempt at negotiations?

Akira: Negotiations… That's right, he also talked about wanting to negotiate with me! It was when we first met… You remember too, right, Rutile?

Rutile: Yes, I do. In exchange for gemstones, he wanted us to share our torta di cocco with him…

Heathcliff: A dragon that wants to eat sweets…?

Shino: That's surprisingly humble.

Oz: …I understand. If that is what the Sage wishes.

Murr: So, what about Balthazar? Are we gonna try to persuade him, too? If he wants a proper apology from Oz and Figaro, will he get one?

Murr's words were as sharp as a blade, but I didn't see any intention to pick a fight or start an argument in his eyes. He was just simply trying to get a straight yes or no answer. Arthur hesitated for a moment before turning to Oz. Oz greeted him with a steely gaze.

Oz: I see no reason to. Being unable to control my magic as I desire is putting needless strain upon the younger wizards… For that, I will apologize. However, Balthazar has no understanding of his own sins. Power is everything in the North. Bowing my head to him will do nothing but spark his fury.

There was no hesitation whatsoever in Oz's words. Murr shrugged his shoulders and looked back at Arthur.

Murr: Well, there you have it. So we're not going to be persuading Balthazar to do anything, and instead we'll just take him out. I don't really know very much about him. But I do know he's got a real thing for Shylock, and that he was the one who sank Adams Island. That means he's got both the inclination towards and means for sinking an island. We can't say for certain he won't make the same decision again if he gets pushed far enough!

Chloe: So he might sink Borda Island?

Murr: Full marks!

Arthur: Then it'd be best if we made arrangements for evacuation and rescue operations ahead of time, just in case.

Nero: Gotcha. I'll make sure I talk to the new lord about it.

Faust: Sorry, and thanks.

Arthur: Now for our next point of discussion… What precisely will we be doing once we're underwater? Heathcliff. Can you tell us what you learned from Vespa?

Heathcliff: Yes. Balthazar has taken the other mermaids captive, and rules over them like a tyrant. He works them like slaves, imprisons them in a cage at the bottom of the sea…

Oz: …I have seen this cage.

Heathcliff: You have?! When…?

Oz: Before sunset.

Heathcliff: According to Vespa, several of the mermaids know where to find a sunken ship.

Murr: Is it Melissa's ship?

Heathcliff: She doesn't know for sure, but Balthazar seems to think it is. Apparently he's been trying to threaten the mermaids into guiding him to the ship so that he can get the cintamani stone of medicine.

Faust: And so he confined some of the mermaids to that end. Why are they refusing to show him where it is?

Heathcliff: Vespa told me to keep this a secret, so I can't talk about all of the details, but… It seems to be very close to a location of great importance to the mermaids.

Murr: I see! But she doesn't know where the sunken ship is?

Rustica: Oh my. She raised one of her hands and tilted her head.

Chloe: Maybe she knows…?

Nero: Nah, this is what she does when she doesn't know.

Cain: It'd be pretty bad if we got lost at the bottom of the ocean. Can you introduce us to anyone who does know where the ship is?

Vespa: …! …!

Cain: She raised her right hand.

Heathcliff: Apparently her sisters know. They're some of the mermaids trapped in the cage, though.

Faust: It's probable that one of them knows where Balthazar is, too. We should ask them after we've helped them.

Arthur: Then let's head for the mermaids' cage!

Rutile & Shino & Cain: Yeahhhh!

That was a chorus of voices I knew I could rely on. As we drew closer to the castle gates, we began to hear the voices of angry, desperate people.

Cain: What should we do? Should we take to the sky and fly to the ocean?

Arthur: No, wizards flying off the island right now when Lady Dianne has yet to address the people would only make them more suspicious of her. So we're going to leave through the front gate. I will talk to the island residents.

Arthur's expression grew serious. Cain put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and Shino adjusted his grip on his scythe. Oz and Faust both looked like there was something they wanted to say as they watched Arthur. And then Murr did a somersault through the air with catlike grace.

Murr: One last thing! We all gotta have fun on our upcoming expedition!

Everyone raised their heads to watch Murr as he tumbled through the sky. A golden moon hung in the cloudless sky, as if the torrential rains had all been a bad dream. <The Great Calamity>. It illuminated the darkness of our world just as surely as it would destroy it. And yet, for some reason, it felt like it was watching over us tonight. It was like it knew we were heading to the bottom of the sea, where its light wouldn't reach, its gaze a peaceful and gentle one… Murr narrowed his eyes like a contented cat, though he was embracing the moonlight and not a warm sunbeam.

Murr: It's a lot easier to take it easy when you're having fun. And taking it easy opens up more options than when you're taking things too seriously! The goddess of victory is gonna run away if you've got a frown on your face! Besides, you guys won't believe how pretty the sea is at night!

He was right. I steadied my breathing, and then opened my eyes. My field of vision that had been swallowed up by the darkness slowly began to expand. The moon's light reached out to all of us, all throughout the world, embracing us in its rays. I heard the sound of the waves from the vast, mystical place we called the "ocean" so easily, never considering how little we knew of what lay beneath its waves. And thus, surely we'd see sights we'd never seen before.

Cain: Open the gate.

Castle Gatekeeper: B--but…

Arthur: I will take full responsibility. Please, open the gate.

Castle Gatekeeper: You are…?

Arthur: One of the Sage's wizards, as well as the crown prince of Central Country. Arthur Granvelle.

Castle Gatekeeper: Y-yessir…!

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There were many people gathered beyond the gate, anger, anxiety, and frustration clear on all of their faces. This mob was clearly motivated by more than just petty irritation. They couldn't just stand around doing nothing, not when they were worried about their families, their coworkers, their friends--and so, their legs had carried them here. But as Arthur took his place before them, their angry yelling was quickly silenced. It wasn't because he looked every inch the noble prince that he was, no. It was because his eyes, the same blue as the sea and sky, were truly pure. He regarded them with the same expression as if he were addressing his friends.

Arthur: People of Borda Island, I cannot apologize enough for having caused you worry. I am Arthur Granvelle. One of the Sage's wizards, and the crown prince of Central Country. The local lord, Lady Dianne, has asked us to look into the strange incidents taking place on this island.

Borda Island Resident: She asked you to…? So she isn't just trying to cover things up for the wizards here.

Arthur: While our investigation has yet to conclude, we have reason to believe that these incidents involve Adams Island, which sank below the waves many centuries ago… And the wizard that sank it, Balthazar.

Borda Island Resident: The wizard that sank Adams Island?! Does that mean this island is going to sink, too?!

Arthur: We won't let that happen. In fact, we're presently headed to the bottom of the sea to prevent exactly that. I want all of you to help each other. I imagine that some of the wizards that do business in the market may be familiar with similar past incidents. Listen to what they have to say. Ask them what you should do to prepare yourselves.

Borda Island Resident: B… But will the market wizards even want to work with us?

Arthur: Of course they will. As long as all of you intend to help them, too.

Chloe: A… And because Shylock's in real big trouble right now! If you tell them it's for Shylock's sake, the older wizards will definitely help you with what's going on! I think!

Borda Island Resident: Alright… Then… We should find this "Balthazar".

Cain: Borda Castle should also be coming up with countermeasures. You should contact them when you've figured out what you want to do.

Nero: Yeah. I'll make arrangements for all that.

Heathcliff was smiling as he watched their exchange. He took a small, nervous breath and straightened his back. When he noticed I was looking at him, Heathcliff told me something.

Heathcliff: I started feeling like Shylock and the others who aren't here are still at our sides somehow… Shylock taught me a lot about how to enjoy myself. Lennox taught me how to be more stubborn… Lord Snow and White taught me how to have the courage to face a strong foe… So, it just feels like they're here with us right now…

Heathcliff gazed at the ocean's dark waters. I was reminded of something. Although Heathcliff was normally a shy and gentle person… It was his desperate plea that had first moved my heart after I'd arrived in this world. Heathcliff's desire to help his comrades and kind feelings had touched me, and made me put my faith in the wizards. I felt like I was seeing the same scene now that I'd seen that night.

Cain: Riquet, the rest is up to you!

Arthur: Please don't push yourselves.

Riquet: I should be the one saying that to all of you. Please take care and come home safe. Lord Arthur, Cain, I'll see you soon! You too, Oz!

Oz: Yes.

Nero: Shino, Heath, take care of Teach for me.

Shino: That's the opposite of what you usually say.

Heathcliff: You can leave him to us.

Vespa: …! …!

Heathcliff: Vespa'll do her best, too!

Faust: I'm already calm and composed. I'll be fine.

Mitile: Rutile, please make sure to get Leno back.

Rutile: I definitely will. Mitile, take good care of Riquet and Dr. Figaro, okay? And be sure to listen to what Nero tells you. …Mitile, let me see your face.

Mitile: …Please be safe, Rutile…!

Rutile: Mhm…!

Arthur: Now then, it's time for us to depart! <Pernoctant Nixzo>!

Cain: <Gladius Procella>!

Shino: <Matzah Sudipas>!

Heathcliff: <Repsev Aivulp Sunos>

Chloe: <Suispicibo Voitengok>!

Rutile: <Ortonik Setomaouge>!

One by one, my wizards chanted their spells and stepped into the water. First were the younger ones, and then the more experienced ones also sank into the water after them. The moon's light shined off the surface of the water. Seeing such a beautiful sight made me remember something with a gasp, and all of the wizards still on the shore turned back to me. I looked at Mitile and shouted to him.

Akira: Mitile! Can you ask the owner of that one shop to bake a torta di cocco, please?!

Mitile: Torta di cocco?!

Akira: Yes! And if Mithra comes back… Tell him to bring it with one of his doors through space, please! Hwylryn really wanted to eat it! So maybe it'll help with negotiations…

Mitile: Okay, got it! I'll find the shopkeeper as fast as I can and ask them!

Riquet: If we get turned down, we'll have Nero make it instead!

Nero: Man, I don't wanna try makin' a cake with so much ridin' on it on the first go… But I'll make it happen somehow! Take care of yourself, Sage!

Akira: Yeah…!

After responding, I turned back around to the ocean. I took Oz's hand in mine and held it tightly. He reciprocated the gesture, his fingertips pressing against the back of my hand.

Oz: <Vox Nox>

And we jumped into the water together.

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