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spiriteddreams · 11 months

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satisfied to run

Pairing: Dan Heng x Reader Warnings: angst, no comfort, hurtful words -> realizing you love someone when they leave trope Word Count: ~1.5k A/N: shoutout to @chickynuggy115 for beta reading and getting me to post lol

He will never be satisfied, and you think that this is the hardest part about loving someone who will always yearn for more. It is like chasing after the stars, only for them to blink out of existence before you can cup it in your hands and bring it close to your heart. He flees from your touch like it is a game, but a game he is completely unaware of, which makes it all the harder to come to terms with.

Dan Heng runs from a past that clings to him in the form of your physical presence and the memories that linger in his mind. There are things he has done that he is un-proud of, a history that will haunt and hunt him down for as long as he lives. Then there’s you. He stays close but keeps his distance, never once indulging anyone about his past and should you make an off handed joke, you’ll risk another day of cold shoulders and brushed aside concerns.

He finds himself caught in a dilemma of wanting to push you away but still keeping you within an arm’s reach. All he has ever wanted was to run from “home.” He doesn't think he’ll ever forget the sight of eyes filled with hatred that bore into his back as he turned away and boarded ship after ship. You were there. You always have been. You clung to his side, pretending to not care about the whispers that floated behind his back, gracing him with smiles and hugs that he never returned.

“Are you okay? Was it another nightmare? Do you want to talk about it?” You find him awake and still slightly disheveled, standing in the lobby of the Astral Express as he stares out blankly at the stars. You’re not a stranger to his nightmares, having slept in the same room and nearby as you’ve journeyed along with him. You’ve seen the way sweat builds on his forehead as he twists beneath bed sheets as he mumbles numbers and someone paying the price.

Dan Heng sighs and casts you a dry look over his shoulder. “You don’t need to check up on me, I’m fine,” his words are blunt but they still dig into your skin and you can’t tell what hurts more: his blatant disregard of your words once more, or the way your nails sink into your skin.

“You always say you’re fine. You’re not fooling anyone,” You shake your head. You’re taking a risk by speaking up again but after years of travelling with him, it gets harder and harder to ignore the clear pain and struggle that plagues your dearest companion. “Can you talk to me, for once, please? What do you mean, ‘one of them?” Dan Heng stiffens but you wait.

It feels like deja vu, with the way he scoffs and turns himself to fully face you. You know the words that will come next and yet no matter how much you brace yourself for them, they still plunge beneath the skin and sink deeper and deeper. You wonder how much more you can take.

“It’s none of your business! You’re always worrying,” he snaps. “Don’t you have anything better to do? I'm fine. You ask me this every time and when have I answered differently? Just… just leave. I don't need you right now.” The pent up frustration and shaking fear has bubbled up in his throat and spilled out in cruel words, throwing all gratitude back in your face. Your teeth sink into your tongue as you take the full force of his words. This time, his words are laced with more anger and frustration, clearly the same ones that have built up over time.

In a second, his expression changes, shifting from anger in response to your question, to surprise at the sudden snapping of words, then remorse as he realizes how they sounded. But he can’t say anything. Dan Heng has never been one for words and he curses himself when he can’t bring the right ones to his lips. He watches your eyes shift from that same caring compassion he had taken for granted to blank hurt. Your lip trembles and yet you hold your composure, as if you’d practiced this over and over before because of him. He feels a lump in his throat grow, choking him into silence as you purse your lips and nod, mumbling something under your breath. He doesn’t even reach out or open his mouth when you turn away. He just stands still and does nothing. He’s not sure if that hurts him or you more.

He begins to notice too late that you’ve begun to flee from his presence. No longer are you a comfort at his side to fill his silence with commentary, or to poke him in the shoulder when he says something rather blunt. Instead, he’s met with silence and a dull ache that makes him wonder where you’ve run off to. Finding you throughout the week turns out to be a much more difficult task than he could ever have anticipated. One day you’re next to him, a constant presence at his side to fill his silence with commentary and offer a subtle sort of warmth that he’s gotten used to over time. He sees you in glimpses: rushing down the hall to your room, hugging Himeko tightly, popping into the archive at unusual times before leaving in a hurry. The only time where you really spend time with him is during meals. But even then, you seem far too happy to be caught up in conversation with the others. When you do talk to him, it’s almost clipped. There’s still warmth in your eyes, but it's laced with a hesitance that Dan Heng realizes that he’s starting to dislike more and more. It reminds him of the sight of your expression the night he snapped at you.

“Are you okay?” He asks those three words as if they hold no weight. You sit on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of something warm held between your hands. He won’t admit that he had been searching for you throughout the day and yet you’d seemed to evade him at every turn. You look more tired than usual, head resting on the cushions as you stare up at the sky. There is longing in your eyes and Dan Heng wonders if he’s the cause of it.

You don’t look at him even as he steps closer. He’s hesitant to come closer, afraid that if he does reach out, you’ll try to run. He’s been running all his life, desperately trying to bury the past and distance himself as much as possible and yet you’re the one constant that continues to linger from “home.” He thinks that he should be thankful that you’re putting yourself at a distance, because that would mean it will be easier for him to let go and finally try to forget all that he had done. But the more and more you pull away, the harder he wants to tug you back.

“You don’t need to check up on me, I’m fine,” your words are so soft and tired that he almost misses them. But they strike deep, a clear reminder of his own careless words. And here you are, throwing them back at him with no fight in your tone, just exhaustion. He wants you to look at him so he can read your expression the same way he’s learned to read your every emotion over the years. He opens his mouth to respond, to push back against your stubbornness but you are faster to speak up.

“Look, I just wanted to admire the view before I go to the Xianzhou Luofu,” you glance over at him with a gentle smile. Your eyes are slightly puffy but you act like nothing’s wrong. He stares at you, unsure of what to say as he’s reminded that you’re leaving the next day. You’re not banned from the Xianzhou, only he is, and for the first time, you’re going somewhere he can’t follow.

Dan Heng takes a deep breath, “I was wondering if we could talk?” You barely react to his words and sigh.

“How about when I return?” you turn away from him. “I don’t really feel like talking to you right now.” The words sting more than Dan Heng will ever let you know. He has nothing to say, can’t say anything, because if he did, it might very well make the situation worse.

“Return safely to me then, please?” You seem surprised at his words and look at him fully for the first time. Your brows are raised, mouth parted slightly as you’re taken off guard. And then you smile and that dull throb in his chest returns. You haven’t smiled like that towards him in awhile and you’re about to leave.“Of course,” you chuckle and turn back towards the sky. You turn away from him on the couch just as you turn away from him the next day, leaving him with empty promises and words caught on his tongue. All he’s known is running from his life, never satisfied with his life on the run and yet when someone else, when you, run, Dan Heng doesn’t know what to do.

Bonus: And when Dan Heng hears of Blade’s presence on the Luofu and he can think of is you. There is a certain franticness and waver in his voice when he says your name aloud. For the first time, you are just out of his grasp and the fears buried in the depths of his mind begin to surface as he throws out all rationality out the door to get you back.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: ya'll see those leaks of 5 star dan heng cause like.... haha.... fics with lore....

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng x reader #hsr #dan heng #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

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mvltisstuff · 10 months

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hi i have an eddie diaz request!

so eddie and the reader have been dating for a while, she’s also a firefighter with the 118, and after that special about them that taylor did aires, her abusive ex comes to find her. it’s kinda like the maddie and doug situation where he was looking for her since she left and she doesn’t tell eddie until something big happens and he has to save her which causes her to tell him everything.

thank you

all too well - e.d

summary: request

eddie diaz x reader

a/n: sorry for the unnecessary taylor slander in this i’m her biggest hater!!! warning for domestic abuse, very similar to maddie in season 2.

it was an innocent new segment. that’s all it was supposed to be. an informative post about the fire station 118 and how they work. taylor and her team had sauntered their way through the firehouse, gazing at the engines and the shiny structures that surrounded them. she recorded anything she could, despite requests of space and those who didn’t wish to be recorded.

y/n had been one of those, out of her relationship from her ex boyfriend. she was in active hiding, fleeing across the country to get away from such a man. he had been watching her every move, and she’d been meticulous in concealing herself. she’d heard of the situation maddie was in, dealing with the uncertainty of her location and condition. it was nightmare fuel, the thought haunting y/n in her sleep as she lay next to eddie at night.

she wanted to be able to tell him, but the more people who didn’t know, was better. she figured she’d be putting him in danger if eddie knew, especially the people around him. if something happened to eddie, she would never be able to move on from the life she wants to put behind her. the discarded ring of a man who was never truly her fiancé was something she needed to forget about.

the moment she saw the news segment had aired, her heart dropped. she fought to have herself removed, but that was not what happened. taylor removed other details of the day gone-wrong, but didn’t remove her identity. y/n had voiced her concerns very clearly to taylor and eddie, and eddie was pissed that no one would listen. she panicked as her name was splayed across the screen with a clean view of her face, easily recognizable. she knew he was looking for her.

she tried to reassure herself, but the joke was on her. she was now sitting in the familiar car with the disgusting smell of cigarettes and the sick excuse of a man. she was jostled awake in the moving vehicle. she didn’t dare to mumble a single word, her body frozen in fright.

“morning, sleepyhead,” the raspy and evil voice entered her ears.

“what did you do?” she managed to spit out.

he laughs grimly, in a tormenting manner. “you really thought i wasn’t going to find you? i’ll give it to you, it took a while but i finally have you where i want you.”

“why are you doing this, mark? i didn’t do anything to you.”

“you said we were supposed to be together. and you lied, y/n. you know i don’t like lies. like, come on, were you that stupid?”

“you kidnapped me in this car. i’m not the stupid one.”

“whatever you say, princess,” she moves her hand up to brush the hair out of her face when he grips her wrist painfully. “but if you ever say anything like that again, you will never go back.”

her eyes remain dry, feeling completely numb as she continues to stare forward. “you literally left me no choice! i love you! you love me and you just left me? you turned into a monster, a selfish, backstabbing person and it’s not my fault!”

“no, it’s not,” she complies, almost giving up entirely to make herself feel worthy. she plays into his act of the hero, when he’s been the villain in disguise.

he had driven her two hours out of los angeles, taking the backroads to avoid any interaction with people. y/n, in a complete terror, tries to formulate a plan in her head but everything is shut down by her own fears. “i have to use the bathroom, mark.”

“what? why?”

“because i am a human, it’s not like i had the chance before we left.”

“shit, fine. say anything and you’re dead,” he threatens, pulling up to an empty gas station with only a few workers inside. he lurks around, pretending that he’s browsing the selections. she speeds to the bathroom in the back, which looks like it hasn’t been occupied in years.

something in her mind switches, so she grabs a pen out of her pant pocket and searches around for anything she can. her eyes land on the paper towels, madly ripping one off and clicking her pen. she writes a message on it, prepared to hide it in her sleeve as they walk out. idiot she thinks.

“y/n!” mark bangs on the door. “c’mon, we have to go!”

she turns the sink on and off and discards of any evidence. she grabs the door and takes a deep breath, and swings it open to be confronted by the towering figure. she felt like he was feet taller, but he wasn’t. she had been so used to making herself feel smaller that she forgot the feeling.

the workers in the front had noticed the discomfort on y/n’s face. they could make an accusation, or believe that someone else would do something. “would y’all like to buy something?” one asked.

y/n looked at mark, scared for anything he react to. y/n steps closer to the counter, “yeah, can i get a pack of marlboro?”

“sure thing,” the other says and grab the pack of cigarettes from the back. he places it in front of her as y/n fishes for her credit card, swiping the note she’d written under it. somehow, marks obliviousness had missed the piece of white under it. she praised whoever made him this ignorant. after the machine dinged and the payment was made, mark grabbed her hand and moved out of the small store.

“i’m sorry,” she immediately begins to apologize. “it was a distraction to them.”

“whatever, get in the car.”

the workers had found the paper on the counter, all folded up and ink spilling through the back.

call 911, ask for sergeant athena grant.

two hrs out of la, gray toyota, license plate 2R7-983

the first man blanked, not knowing what to do but his suspicions were confirmed. the woman was not safe, so he did what he was told on the paper. he dialed 911.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” the soothing voice came through.

“uh, i’m in solvang, and we just had a couple come in and i think the woman needs help.”

“did you get the name of the woman?”

“the name on the card was y/n, i didn’t remember any last name. she had y/c/h, about y/h tall, and she left a note asking for athena… grant?” this man was properly trained for emergencies, giving all the important details and steps they’d need.

“and what’s your name?”

“tyler,”

“ok, tyler, did she mention anything else?”

“yes! she mentioned a grey toyota and the license plate.”

“perfect, can i have the plate number?”

“it says… 2R7-983.”

“did she seem distressed?”

“yeah, she was scared and she looked tired and, i don’t know she just looked like something was really wrong.”

athena had taken the information, instantly realizing the name. she knew y/n very well, from bobby, eddie, and just being in the system she had been around her. she loved her, y/n was a great person and was good at her job. she was a gracious human, never leaving an ounce of disrespect in her tracks.

“grant!” her chief called. “we got a call from dispatch requesting you on a case, we’ve got a woman named y/n, domestic abuse concerns and she left a note with your name on it?”

“y/n? as in y/l/n? with the 118?”

“i didn’t want to assume, but i believe it is. i looked at her files and she’s had some past calls with a man named mark peterson, believed to have taken her.”

“son of a bitch,” she curses. “do we have an idea of where they might have gotten?”

“they were seen in solvang, two hours out.”

“so we get personnel out there asap?”

“exactly. we get out there and get this guy.”

y/n and he had stopped at a small inn, getting a room and a hideout for the night. he used a fake name for the both of them, lying through his teeth to the receptionist at the front desk. y/n was forced to put on a fake smile and a thrilled appearance, which she thought she should win an oscar for. they settled in the room, and she slowly started to accept her fate.

back at the home, eddie was in a slight rush. she hadn’t responded to any texts or calls. she claimed they would meet up the next day, but there were no traces left of her. externally, he put on a cool front for his son, but internally, his heart was sprinting. she could be anywhere. she could have a dead phone, or she could be dead herself. he tried not to think of the former, but he couldn’t stop himself.

eddie had loved y/n the moment she stepped into the station on her first day. he didn’t think he had any more love left to give. but, she shined her radiant smile and her adorable personality and eddie was head over heels. he’s been through hell with shannon and everything, and he wanted to never take anyone else again. y/n showed him a new side, making him realize that he needed affection, and she was more thankful to give that to him. he felt like the best version of himself when she had been with him the past few years, and that’s all he needs. he couldn’t let himself breathe until he found her, calling anyone who might know. until, he finally resorted to the police, calling athena.

“hey, athena,” he rushes out. “y/n, i- i don’t know where she is and that’s really unlike her, so-“

“diaz…” she says, making anxiety rise in eddie’s body.

“what? what happened? is she ok?”

“we believe she was taken,” eddie’s heart sinks to the floor, immediately turning his blood cold. “do you know a mark peterson?”

“no, never heard of him. i’m going to find her,”

“absolutely not, eddie. we are finding her now,” athena tries her best to ease his terror, but it fails.

“then i’m coming with you, i’ll be at the station in 10.”

eddie sits shotgun in athena’s police car after he got carla to watch christopher. he couldn’t stop his leg from bouncing up and down and his fingers to quit fidgeting. athena takes note of this.

“she’s going to be alright, we’ve got a lot of evidence for this.”

“we don’t know where the hell she is, we have no answers.”

“you’re right, we don’t. but you think she’d want you to lose hope on her?” eddie looks at her, staring at her eyes on the road before turning his phone on. he’s confronted with a picture of y/n and christopher together, pure smiles on their face as his world is out of touch. it’s only on a screen, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

y/n sat, frozen on the bed of the hotel room. she was completely burnt out, thinking that she was stuck with him forever. that news segment. if only she wasn’t shown on the fucking news segment, he wouldn’t have reappeared in her life.

his fake smiles and taunting words had become nothing but useless ones. she was living in her nightmare of having to deal with him, but she thought back to eddie.

every single memory they’d made over the past few years came flooding through her head. from her teaching him how to cook, to their first kiss, to last night where she was in his arms. it was beyond her comprehension that this much could happen in 24-hours. the time of her shifts, her normal routines that she longed for right now.

it wasn’t until mark heard knocks on doors, asking how many people were staying there until she was snapped out of her thoughts. she noticed the red and blue lights from outside the window as mark swore to himself. “fuck! get in the bathroom, y/n.”

“n-no, i wanna stay here-“ she argued as he complained back.

“get in there now! i’m not asking you again, or i swear to god, y/n…”

the darkness in his eyes was what forced her to stand up, but leaving her jacket on the bed and taking her shoes off, leaving them in clear sight. the knocks got closer, before the own piece of wood separating them was banged. mark opened the door casually, like nothing was going on. it always scared y/n the most. the way he could put up this front and act like some innocent man.

“hello, officer!” he said politely. “can i do anything?”

“hello, sir,” athena said, knowing he was the one to be holding y/n. “may i just ask, how many people are in this hotel?”

“just me, miss.”

“alright, i see. i saw this room was booked for two, and i’m assuming those articles of clothing aren’t yours?”

mark stops right in his tracks, wanting to pull y/n out of that bathroom and reprimand her for leaving her stuff. his face dropping, he didn’t know what to say. athena knew it too.

“mind if i take a look around? missing person warning, we have to be sure.”

his expression did not change, but he panicked on the inside. he was a quick man, but not quick enough to prevent athena’s abrupt hand against the closing door. she pulled him out, pressing him against the wall as she called for backup. “better luck next time, mark. let’s have a few words, you have the right to remain silent…”

y/n’s fingers were pressed in her ears, trying to block out any of the commotion or yelling that might’ve commenced. she’d already heard too much tonight, scared to traumatize herself any further. the noise concealed by her hands made her not even notice the opening of the door, and fearful to turn around and see his face again. she had been crying violently on the cold tiles of the bathroom, praying she’d be out of this mess. y/n’s instinct was to flinch at the hand pressed against her shoulder. eventually, she realized it was a humane one. she slowly turned herself around, locking eyes with athena. “we’ve got him, y/n.”

she sighed out in relief, but also in preparation for the storm of tears pouring out of her eyes. her hand went to cover her mouth in disbelief. she’d been hiding from this man for years, and she finally didn’t have to. she knew for a while that she wasn’t really free, she was just away from him. at last, the game of hide and seek ended, and it’s all going to be different.

her hand connected with athena’s, pulling her off the ground and out of the room. she was brought outside, lurking around the parking lot in desperate hopes for someone she loves. someone who’s touch can heal any wound. her dreams came true, when she saw eddie walking toward her.

“eddie,” she gasps out.

“y/n!” he runs closer, scooping her up into his arms and kissing her face frantically. “oh my god, i’m so sorry, mi vida, i’m so, so sorry.”

“i should’ve told you, i should’ve said something.”

“no, no, it’s not your fault. it never has been and it never will be.”

“i was so scared my life was over again. that i’d never see you or christopher, or hen or chim and buck or bobby and-“

“hey, calm down, ok? it’s all going to be ok, i’m here,” eddie doesn’t let go or let her release herself from his arms. she looks him dead in the eye, making sure he’s real and that she isn’t just searching for an answer. “they’ve got him, you never have to see him again. you won, baby.”

she won. she won? y/n didn’t feel like she won. the whole scenario still felt like a twisted prank, but it wasn’t. it was real, and she ended it. the years of making herself smaller and degrading herself because of one man were over. the time where she was continuously proven as less than had stopped.

she has eddie forever now, so if anyone had won, it was her.

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winterwhisperz-blog · 10 months

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Hey ☽ ! I loved reading your recent ask posts and wanted to know if you could write something with a MC (gn or male whatever makes you more comfortable) filling their sketchbook with drawings of Ais or Kuras (or both if you're inspired enough) and them reacting to it, please ?👉🏽👈🏽 Cute bonus if they draw small details only an attentive observer would notice hehe 👀

Thanks have great day ! >:)

EEEEEEE! Yes!! This is such a cute idea so tysm for the ask !! Also tysm im so happy you liked the other headcanons, and I hope you have a great day too !! <3

ALR

LES GET STARTED

Ais And Kuras Reacting to an Mc’s Sketches of them

Warnings: None 😙 —though Ais does get a lil flirty in his

Notes: Gn Mc, fluff, maybe OOC but imma try my best— also not proof-read

Ais

ALR ALR ALR SO

This one is kinda inspired by that one scene in across the spiderverse- because I’m also kinda obsessed with that movie—

Things have come up, things that have been taking you from Ais for longer than comfortable. You miss his laugh, smile, the way his eyes roam over yours and how he speaks and just generally -exists-

So one night, when you need comfort, you get out your sketchbook and pencil, and just start drawing. You don’t mean to draw him at first, but suddenly the lines start to sharpen into his features, his smile looking back at you through the paper

Suddenly your filling up pages of pages of just random Ais sketches. Him petting Princess, him lounging about his cave, you even chuckle to yourself when you draw the first time you ever saw him. (You casually name that one: The Bastard—lmao)

When you finally meet Ais again, and have gone back to your usual routine of hanging out—he’s settled nearby, a few smaller soulless nestled into his lap.

It’s definitely something you don’t want to forget—and thankfully, you’ve got your sketchbook with you.

As your sketching, you’re trying to be sneaky, keeping your glances to a minimum. But your eyes tend to linger, capturing the strands of black hair that shifts to white, the sharp red eyes, the -tired- red sharp eyes.

No one really notices the tiredness in them, but you do. Along with every thought and voice that parades endlessly behind their ruby curtains.

They’re kind, but haunted—exhausted.

But they always still light up when seeing you.

“Hmm, looks nice.”

You jump at the sound of his voice, his breath tickling your ear.

You instantly snap the book shut, but it’s too late. Ais is already smirking. His hands up in mock surrender as you shoot him a nasty, embarrassed glare.

“Easy, sparrow. Wasn’t going to judge.”

Your shoulders slowly relax, and since he’s being nice—nice enough—you eventually do decide to show him. A warmth of pride blooming in your chest at his expressions, both amazed, impressed, oddly enough— a bit shy.

Once he’s finished, he sets himself in front of you, relaxing his shoulders, tilting his chin in a cheeky grin. As he holds it—you finally realize he’s posing.

“looked like you enjoyed drawing me.” He explains once you raise a brow. You scoff, but it -is- a lovely pose. Would be a shame if it were wasted.

As you sketch, he lets out a breath. “You’re good at expressions,”

“Yours are easy to read.”

That earns a bit of a chuckle, before he raises a brow. An idea sparking in his gaze. Uh oh.

“Mm, yeah? Well—“ he shifts, eyes sliding up and down your figure before they latch unto your face. Taking in every last detail with some kind of burning. Like coals set aflame. His gaze makes you feel like glass, a thin white sheet that he looks straight through. Revealing things underneath. “—tell me what this one means.”

With that, heat goes to your cheeks, and a thin line of pencil scratches the paper as you toss it at his now, laughing face.

“Damn bastard.”

AAAAAAAAAAA

OKAY THAT WAS PROBABLY CRINGEY BUT THATS OKAY

NOW UNTO KURAS 😇

Kuras

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY SO SO SO SO SO

You two are on your daily stroll, the evening painting golds and bubblegum pinks across the usually dreary sky.

Birds, dusty grey and white flock toward him, some even landing on his head before he politely shoos them off. A smile lifting his lips as you snicker.

“They must mistake you for a tree.” You tease, earning a small chuckle.

Eventually, you near the area you always walk to—a small, old wooden bench that looks over the wastelands. Doesn’t make for the best scenery, but it’s that or the bustling city.

As you sit, you pull your art supplies from your bag, Kuras opening a book beside you.

ALSO HES WEARING HIS GLASSES AAAA

You start sketching the sky, a breeze tossing strands of your hair into your face and making the task rather difficult.

As you huff, Kuras glances your way, a smile playing at his lips as he gently tucks your hair behind your ear—fingers just barely brushing your jaw as he pulls away.

You can’t help but stare, a bit flustered at the gesture. And as he returns to his book, you watch as the golden light gleams over his features, turning his eyes into two, small suns.

A few birds have returned as well, perching either nearby, or on his shoulders.

An opportunity, an art piece you cannot miss.

You quickly ditch the sky drawing and start sketching Kuras instead. His towering form, the golden teardrop underneath his eye, the waves of his dark hair—and the way he holds himself, so regally, refined—but still somehow, with a small playful air that would go unnoticed by many.

But not unnoticed by you.

The sky darkens as you finish, and you hear Kuras close his book, slowly standing. A soft palm reaches your shoulder before freezing.

You look up to see Kuras, eyes wide with wonder as he slides his glasses back onto his nose. Taking a closer look.

Feeling both excited and a bit nervous, you clear your throat from probably an hour of not speaking. “Do you like it?”

He reaches for your sketchbook, “May I?”

When you nod, he gently takes it from your hands, looking over the picture like it were some complicated medical drawings.

You don’t have time to stop him as he then searches through the rest of the sketches, the wonder brightening up his expression—you can’t help but feel amused—it’s almost like he’s a child seeing snow for the first time. “You drew all of these?” He asks, hesitantly giving you the book back.

You nod, standing beside him.

“It’s…I’ve never seen anyone draw the world like you do.” He glances away before regaining himself. “Could you teach me?”

EEEEEEEE

yes Kuras I will teach you <33

ALR

I rlly hope you enjoyed that !! Sorry if they were OOC, I’ve been kinda scattered recently. But these were sO MUCH FUN

Tysm again for the ask 😭

And I hope you have an amazing day, find your favorite color in nature, smell your favorite flower, and enjoy the sunset !!

#touchstarved ais #touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved game #thanks for the ask!#answered asks #touchstarved x reader #virtual novel

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virusinfected-memes · 2 years

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TUMBLR TEXT POST SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 1 ;

75 starters. CW: blood mention, cussing, death. Starters come from various text posts floating around Tumblr. The only thing changed for this post was adding capitalization and punctuation. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed!

“All I do is drink water and be stupid.”

“All I do is rotate three outfits and talk shit and have panic attacks.”

“All I want these days is to hike through a mossy forest filled with heavy fog and get lost for a while.”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for the those two guys who died in the Blair Witch house? Who broke into HER home, trespassed on HER land, and messed with HER stick bundles? I don’t!”

“Baby girl, you are strange and off-putting.”

“Can necromancers heal depression?”

“Did I need it? No. Did I buy it? Yes.”

“Don’t forget that what you see isn’t all there is.”

“Do you ever wanna bond with someone so bad you’re like, “Damn, I wish we were knights on a dangerous quest...”?”

“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m an influencer! My content is clownery, I promote stupidity, and I’m sponsored by the circus.”

“Have people in horror movies never seen a horror movie?”

“Holy shit... I’M the demon living in my house?”

“Hot tip: bury yourself in the forest to recharge, never come back, and become a local cryptid.”

“Humans are really good at remembering each other’s bad decisions.”

“I am one percent human and ninety-nine percent tired.”

“I don’t really feel like existing today.”

“I do this really cute thing where I shut down and hate everybody.”

“I feel like I’m in the Sims where it takes five hours to make pasta and then you have to immediately go to bed.”

“If I can’t hand my lover a cup of coffee and kiss their forehead while they’re working, then what even is the point?”

“If my son is stealing pies off window sills, it’s because I taught him to do that, bitch.”

“If you aren’t someone the church wanted dead three hundred years ago, are you really living?”

“If your computer has malware... that’s me in there. If you take care of me like a little Tamagotchi pet, I will leave and give you a secret present in your files.”

“I hate those really vivid dreams that you’re still emotionally attached to after you wake up. You’re stuck, feeling for something that technically doesn’t exist.”

“I’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept.”

“I’m like a shitty anime dating sim. If I talk to six people, I have to immediately go to bed. If I go grocery shopping, that’s half my HP.”

“I’m off to kill the most powerful man in the world.”

“In the 90s, computers would scream every time you went online. That was foreshadowing.”

“I procrastinate so much now that if I ever became a vampire I will literally put things off for centuries.”

“I think I want my next piercing to be through my heart with a wooden stake.”

“I think my dark under eye circles are adding to the aesthetic, actually.”

“I think the far healthier app to have in middle school was the DSi camera, not Tik Tok.”

“It’s okay to be obsessed and in love with me.”

“I was born in the wrong generation. Take me back to the paleoarchean era. I want to be insentient. I want to be bacteria.”

“Little known fact: once you’re older and you’re no longer in school, time stops being real. Did that thing happen one year ago? Two? Five? A few months ago? Who knows.”

“Maybe if we all just collectively start decorating now, we can... force it to be Halloween.”

“Me? Tired? Sleepy? Yes, constantly.”

“My blood is glow stick juice. That’s why all my bones crack when I move.”

“My body is less of a temple and more of a rotting 19th century mansion rumored to be haunted by several wicked and vengeful spirits.”

“My body is my temple. Ancient and crumbling. Probably cursed.”

“My hobbies include laying in bed in my underwear while I listen to music and hate myself.”

“My kink is closing doors so that I’m in complete solitude.”

“My superpower is going into a book store and immediately forgetting the name of every book I’ve ever wanted to read.”

“Not all your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value.”

“Nothing should go back to normal. Normal wasn’t working.”

“Not really a fan of this ‘being a person’ thing.”

“People keep saying “go big or go home” as if going home doesn’t sound like the best idea ever. Hell yeah, I wanna go home, and I’m gonna take a nap when I get there.”

“People who suggest getting breakfast together as a hangout plan are the kind of people you want to hang onto.”

“Pray for me. Nothing’s wrong, I just want more power.”

“Protect me from what I want.”

“Pro tip: instead of having feelings, try being dead inside. Everything is still horrible, but you will not care at all.”

“Remember, you can disappear into the woods whenever you want. You’re an adult.”

“Reminder: you can start over at any time. Your day is not ruined. Your world is not over. Take a deep breath. Start over.”

“Rest in peace to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris, but I’m different. And better. Maybe even better than the gods.”

“Sexting? Nah, I’m into spexting. Spooky texting. Ever seen a ghost? Hit me up.”

“Something all children covet is the generic black t-shirt with white skull worn by cartoon teenagers.”

“Sometimes a girly just needs to mask her declining mental state by calling herself a girlboss and that’s okay.”

“Sorry, bro, I can’t hang out today. I used up all my mana.”

“Sorry I tried to drink your blood. I think you’re cute.”

“The internet is awesome, but you can’t download love.”

“The only reason I still have depression is because I can’t take my brain out and blow on it like a DS cartridge.”

“The older you get, the more you appreciate just chilling at home doing nothing.”

“The world is just generally better when you’ve recently eaten a sandwich.”

“The worst part about kissing a perfect ten is the cold feeling your lips get from touching the mirror.”

“Very sexy of me to be isolating myself and rotting into the floor.”

“Well, the horrors may be beyond YOUR comprehension, but I understand them perfectly.”

“What does your soul look like?”

“What ever happened to personality? I want decorative towels that aren’t boring! I want NOVELTY! I want people to come over to my house and look at my trinkets, and immediately think “this lady is a wacko” and also “her stuff is haunted!””

“When fat Pikachu finally returns, I know he will single-handedly save our economy.”

“Yeah, I could have cracked the Zodiac cipher before those guys did. I just didn’t want to.”

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”

“You can’t keep dancing with the devil and wonder why you’re still in Hell.”

“You know what I would be if I was in a video game? That dead body you find at the beginning with like ten gold.”

“You think too much. You’ll make yourself ill if you keep that up.”

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Firefly - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Notes: I’m aware that the actual top gun school is in Fallon, Nevada but since the movie didn’t go with that, I’m not either and just having top gun be at the North Island Naval Air Station. Also, I did far too much research about Naval air stations and bases for this and even more research about getting a PsyD, loans, etc… Also, let me know if you’d like to see more of Hangman and Firefly! I really loved writing this and wouldn’t mind writing some more of this verse.

Words: 6,034 Summary: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin had a love-hate relationship with assignments. So, when he’s called back to Top Gun, he decides to end the hate part of the relationship and ask his wife to join him in fighter town.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin has a love-hate relationship with assignments. On one hand, he loves getting to go somewhere new or revisiting fellow navy members and their haunts. He loves getting in the cockpit and being in control. Getting to speak into comms, basking in the feeling of being in the air and the back and forth with other pilots. But on the other hand, it means he’s not home. It means he’s not with his other half. He doesn’t get to wake up and see her sound asleep next to him. And still asleep or just waking up, sleep still in her eyes when he gets back from working out. Doesn’t get to coax her into taking a shower with him or cook breakfast with her. He doesn’t get those domestic moments he never thought he’d care for or want but now can’t live without.

It’s why when he’s in the middle of a run, because he might hate doing it but he’s not dumb enough to not make it part of his routine, on Wednesday when he gets the call that he’s going back to Top Gun, he makes the split-second decision to end the hate part of the relationship.

“I can be there, sir.” He confirms with Admiral Bates. “Good. Any questions?” “Is there on base housing for married couples available, sir?” He adds at the last second, nearly forgetting himself. “Yes, there is.” “Would you mind telling me who I need to contact to put my name down for one of them? If it’s not a problem, sir.” “No problem and don’t worry, I’ll put your name down for you. And congrats on the marriage, Lieutenant Seresin.” “Thank you, Admiral.” At the sound of a beep, signaling that the call has been ended, his shoulders drop, and he takes a deep breath. Now just to ask Y/N to come with him.

It ends up being easier than expected.

He was more than aware when marrying Y/N that she never wanted to live on base and had made that clear. Which is why when she started applying for a new job, he let her choose where exactly in the continental US she wanted them to live. Just giving her the reminder, it’d be easier to be in a state with a navy base, not mentioning that it would be a lot easier to live in a state with a naval air station and within a few hours from said air station.

Unsurprisingly, she looked at every single Naval air station and eliminated ones where they wouldn’t be happy living by. Whether it be the state or just the area surrounding the air station. When it came down to five, she started applying for jobs around them and when she heard back from three of them, she put the options in front of him.

He looked at her in surprise once he read all three. “I didn’t take you for the sentimental type.” He teases. She rolls her eyes. “I figured we could make some more good memories here.” He nodded, looking back down at the post-it note she had handed him. Virginia had been good to them. But he knew that she didn’t want to stay there forever. Not after spending five years getting her doctorate degree here and he wasn’t sure he wanted to be stationed out of Virginia any longer. He had only stayed because of her. He didn’t really care for the fellow navy men and women that were here. Most of them were born and bred in the capital which seemed to give them sticks up their asses.

Maryland being written was a little surprising, but he could see why. It was similar to Virginia in just about everything but name. But the last option was most telling.

“Washington?” “There’s an air station on Whidbey Island.” His brow furrows. He had only been to Washington once and that was before he had even joined the navy. He remembered liking it, but not much else. “Would we be living in Seattle?” She immediately shakes her head. “God, no. I was thinking around the Bellingham or Everett area. It’s smaller, everyone’s not stacked on top of each other. And you’d be really close to the air station.” “Let’s start looking at houses then.”

Within a month they were moved into their new house in Washington, and he was receiving all his assignments and reporting for duty at the Kitsap base. He liked it better than he thought he would’ve. Everyone was at least polite, and it wasn’t somewhere it seemed a lot of pilots wanted to be at for homebase. And he couldn’t understand why. It was easier to leave from Washington whether catching a hop or going commercially. It wasn’t as expensive to live in and that was with being a homeowner. He hadn’t expected to like the pacific northwest as much as he did, and he knew that his wife hadn’t expected how much she would like it either.

While she sometimes called him country boy when his accent came out a little more than usual, she was a city girl. She had been born and raised in New York city of all places and hadn’t moved away until it came time to get her doctorate at twenty-four. Once she moved to Virginia, she realized that she didn’t care for the hustle and bustle of New York and now in Washington she realized she loved how much quieter it was.

It’s why he was slightly surprised that she agreed so easily to come with him.

“I can always call him and tell him there was a misunderstanding or that something happened like your mom got sick, my mom got sick.” She raises an eyebrow at her rambling husband. “Honey, both of our moms are dead. We don’t have any family really to speak of. And besides this would be temporary. It’s not like we’re leaving forever. It’s just until you're done with Top Gun. And that’s the other thing, this is Top Gun. That means something is going on. You really think I’m not going to come with you?” He calms at his wife’s word and steps into her arms when she opens them. “Sorry.” “Don’t apologize. You’re nervous, it’s normal. When do you have to leave?” “About forty-eight hours.” He can feel her nod against him, before she steps away. “Alright. I’m going to call the hospital and tell them I won’t be available for any emergencies that might happen and then call Jess and ask her if she can drive me to the airport when I leave.” “You’re not going with me?” He pouts. She laughs, stretching to pat his cheek. “It’s going to take a little more than forty-eight hours for me to get everything in order for us to be gone for however long. But I should be there before next Wednesday.” “You want me to go a week without my wife?” “You’ve gone longer.”

It’s true and he hates every moment of it as soon as he boards the plane, and the feeling only gets worse when he gets to the North Island. It starts with everyone just seeing him as an arrogant, cocky, son of a bitch. It’s what he wants them to see, but no one can even seem to believe that there’s anything else to him. It gets worse when Rooster of all people shows up. They had been in different classes by a year but had still run into each other more often than not. Even been stationed together once. And just when he thinks that nothing worse can happen, he meets their instructor, the guy he had thrown out of Hard Deck the night before.

It makes him want to slink to the house that his and Y/N’s while he’s at Top Gun, but he hadn’t gone there yet. Wanted to wait until she was there with him. Admiral Bates had given him a weird look when he had seen that he was sleeping where everyone else was, but after a brief one on one, the admiral had given him a look of understanding.

When he checks his phone at lunch, his whole mood flips around.

Firefly: Just boarded, will be there soon. Don’t worry about getting me, I’m taking a cab and yes I have my military ID.

He checks to see when it was sent and nearly curses seeing that she sent it over an hour ago. It was barely a three-hour flight to San Diego, which meant that she’d be here before he was done today. And would mean she’d have no way to put her stuff into the house since he had the house keys, and she wouldn’t be able to go to the grocery store since he also had the rental car keys.

His eyes flit around the room, not really taking anything in as he thinks about what to do. When someone walks in front of him blocking his line of sight to the large doors, he focuses on them, and a sigh of relief leaves him.

He quickly stands up. “Benjamin! Are you on shift for the next few hours?” The older man nods, “Yeah, I’m on until eighteen hundred.” “Awesome.” His shoulders drop slightly. “Could you do me a favor?” He raises an eyebrow, taking in the unusual behavior of Hangman. “Depends on what it is.” He spares a glance around them, before speaking. “My wife is supposed to get here around fifteen hundred, maybe before that. And I won’t have a chance to give her the keys to the house and the rental car. Could you give her these keys?” He pulls them out of his pocket to show him. “She’ll be arriving in a cab. Her name is Y/N Seresin.” Benjamin smiles at him and nods. “Can do, Lieutenant.” “Just Hangman, Benjamin.” He hands over the keys. “Hey, and next time we’re both at Hard Deck, I’ll buy you a round.”

It’s hard for him to act for the rest of the day like he’s not going to see his whole world in just a few hours. Like nothing is different. And to his irritation it’s Rooster that notices something’s up with him, if the raised eyebrows and smirks are anything to go by. He tries not to react when for the fifth time in less than ten minutes Rooster gives him one of those infuriating looks before whispering something to Phoenix, but he’s reached his limit and it bursts out of him before he can stop it.

“Problem Rooster? I missed a spot when shaving or something? You can’t seem to take your eyes off me. And while I’m flattered,” He deliberately eyes the older man, knowing that later when he tells his wife she’ll get a kick out of it. “You’re just not my type.” The whole room had fallen silent when he began, but now it’s still as everyone stares in shock at him. He just keeps his eyes on Rooster, even raising his eyebrows and tilting his head slightly when he still doesn’t say anything. “Forgive me for expressing worry over a fellow pilot, Hangman. You’ve looked like you're ready to jump out of your skin since we came back from lunch.” His eyes narrow. That first sentence was full of bullshit. “Didn’t know worry was what we called it these days. I’ll keep that in mind.” He winks, before turning his attention back to the front of the room.

When they’re dismissed an hour later, he’s the first out of the room, ignoring Phoenix calling his name and how everyone else was hanging back like they had before. No one was eager to leave when Maverick actually was willing to have a fucking conversation with them. But he had better places to be and a better conversation partner waiting for him. He quickly stops to get his duffel before exiting the building and starting to jog to the small house that held his wife.

Arriving at the house, he hurries up the steps and smiles when his hand turns the doorknob, and it opens up. Closing it, he drops the duffel bag and toes off his shoes before making his way further into the house. He follows the sound of humming that leads him to the kitchen. And the sight before him, he can’t help but dart into the kitchen and wrap his arms around his wife. Pulling her into his chest as he buries his face into her neck. Enjoying the way, she immediately relaxes into his arms, how her arms come to rest on his, her head moving slightly so he’s more comfortable.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, with his wife in his arms, eyes closed as he just breathes her in. “God, I’ve missed you.” He finally says. She breaks out of his hold to turn so they’re facing each other. “I missed you too.”

One of his hands leaves her waist, to tilt her face up before he presses their lips together. The tension he had been holding in his body left him at the familiar pressure and feeling of her lips on his. When she pushes herself closer, his hand drops back, clutching at her hips as her arms loop around his neck. “Bed?” She breathes, when they break apart. “I don’t know.” He eyes the counter right behind her. “Why leave the kitchen?” “You have the best ideas, Lieutenant Seresin.” “Glad to be of service, ma’am.”

The next day when he joins everyone else in the near too small room, he pretends not to notice the glances they all exchange at how normal he seems. The only thing being different is the satisfaction radiating off of him.

“Have a good night, Bagman?” He smirks, hitting the ball and sending three into holes before straightening and handing the cue over to Bob. “I did actually. A great night in fact.” He sees Phoenix wrinkle her nose at his words but doesn’t pay any mind. Instead turning his attention to Coyote.

The day passes slowly as they only learn more theory. Hangman and Coyote keep each entertained by randomly asking multiple choice questions and only switching who gets to ask when the other person gets an answer wrong. It earns them both amused looks and eye rolls. He’s not ashamed of the way his chest puffs out when he catches Maverick looking impressed with the study tactic they’ve had since knowing each other.

Learning theory means a slightly early day, at least earlier than yesterdays, and he’s eager to get back to his wife so he can take her out to dinner and then the beach. She had never been to California before he was excited to show her the few places he did know.

“Everyone’s meeting at the Hard Deck after eight tonight, you coming?” Coyote asks as they exit the lockers together. “I’ve got plans, but I might swing by if I can.” He says after a moment of contemplating bringing his wife to the Hard Deck. On one hand he liked keeping her separate from his work, but on the other he’d love to see everyone’s faces when they realize who she is to him. There was also the added bonus of knowing that Y/N would see Rooster and laugh because of what he had implied yesterday. He nods, “alright, cool. See you later, Hangman.” He smiles, “Later, Coyote.”

Walking into the on base house, he can’t help but smile when he sees Y/N pacing the living room, phone to her ear and a pen in the other.

“Marcia, I’m aware it’s not convenient. But I gave you more notice than was required in my contract and this is the first time I’m taking a vacation. I gave you a list of colleagues that you could contact. Or you could call Alex in for an hour or two. He’s got the same degree as me.” It’s silent for a moment and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing when she rolls her eyes at whatever Marcia said. “I was talking about the bachelor's degree and the masters he’s currently working on. I’m aware that he doesn’t have a doctorate.” He clears his throat, when he catches a glimpse at the time, letting her know he’s there. Turning her head to look at him, she gives him a brief smile before returning her attention to her call. “Look, Marcia, this really isn’t my problem. I left you with three different people to call, four if you count Alex. I’ve got a husband and a dinner that requires my attention. I’ll talk to you when I’m home.” And with a sigh she ends the phone call.

“My goodness, Firefly. And here I thought I was going to come home to a relaxed, happy wife.” She rolls her eyes at him, but steps into his arms when he opens them. “I was both of those things twenty minutes ago and if you give me a minute or two, I will be them again.” “Can do.” He says, pressing their lips together in a quick kiss. “You ready to go?” She lets out a small hum. “Yeah. And I put towels in the trunk of the car already.”

He drives them to a small family-owned restaurant he discovered the first time he had been in San Diego. It was a place he went to every time he was there, and Y/N had been hearing about it since they first got together over seven years ago.

He forgets about the Hard Deck until they're back in the car and debating between going to the beach or changing plans and going back to the house when his phone dings with a text. Fishing it out of his pocket, he opens the text from Coyote, laughing at the selfie the man had sent him along with the message miss you. Turning his phone around, he shows Y/N, grinning at her laughter.

“Want to go to the Hard Deck? Could get a drink or two, meet everyone, and then go down to the beach.” “Do you want me to meet everyone?” He considers it for a second before nodding. “Yeah.” He then smirks. “Besides, you should probably meet the guy who’s interested in me. I mean, he’s got nothing on you Firefly, but I know you like to see the metaphorical competition.” She laughs, “I’m not going to be able to look at the man without laughing because of you.” He reaches over and pats her hand, consoling her. “It’s okay, he gets that alot.” “Just drive, Lieutenant Seresin.” “Anything for you, Doctor Seresin.” He says, bringing her hand up to his mouth to press a kiss to it, before letting her have it back as he puts the car in drive.

It’s a quick drive to the Hard Deck and when they arrive and get out of the car, he can’t help but wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. He relaxes when she just pushes herself closer, a silent understanding passing between them.

This was going to change some things for him when it came to keeping his work life and personal life separate. It was something he had never had a problem with before until this assignment, knowing just how crazy this mission, whatever it was going to be, had him changing his mind about keeping them separate. He knew there was a chance if chosen he might not come home, or would end up injured. He didn’t want someone gawking at her while they inform her that her husband is dead or injured. And he also didn’t want a total stranger giving her the information. It would kill her to have someone she didn’t know herself give her what could be the worst news of her life.

Stepping into the bar, he moves his arm from her waist to her shoulders, brushing his lips against her temple, as he scans the bar for Coyote or any of the other yahoos at Top Gun. Spotting some of the other pilots in the corner of the bar, he starts walking towards them, Y/N keeping in step with him.

“You ready for this, Firefly?” She nods. “Ready as ever.”

It doesn’t take long for someone to notice him when they approach the back corner of the bar.

“Bagman!” Omaha greets. He rolls his eyes, but nods at the other. And then extending a greeting to everyone now that they’re all looking at him. “Nice to see you guys. Coyote kicking your ass?” He asks, tilting his head at the pool table. “I’m up a hundred bucks.” Coyote grins. “Want to lose it?” Coyote doesn’t say anything to that, instead turning his attention to the woman under his arm. “Hi, I’m Coyote. I don’t think we’ve met.” He extends a hand. She smiles, stepping forward to shake it. “Y/N and no, but this one has told me about you.” She jerks her head back at her husband before stepping back into his space. She felt a little unnerved with all the eyes on her and Jake. The pilot puts his hand over his heart. “You talk about me?” “How long have we known each other?” He continues before he can give an answer. “Of course, I’ve talked about you.”

Coyote’s introduction breaks the ice and everyone else starts to introduce themselves. Not seeing Rooster, he glances around the bar before seeing him head into the bathroom and he shakes his head in amusement. It was going to be fun to watch Rooster introduce himself and then get laughed at.

“So, how do you and Bagman know each other?” Phoenix asks, as the pool game resumes and everyone’s making their staring less obvious, though it’s clear that they’re all listening. He and Y/N share a look and he gives a slight shake of his head, knowing that she wants to say something about their constant butchering of his call sign. “I’m his wife. Over three years now married.” She smiles at the other woman, enjoying the way the room seems to still at her words and how a few of the pilots choke on their beer at her answer. Jake seems to be enjoying it, if the way he presses a kiss to the top of her head to stop a laugh is anything to go by. “Best three years of my life.” “They better be.” She mockingly scolds, earning a grin from him. “Three years?” Phoenix clarifies, feeling like she misheard. She nods. “Yep. Three years married and coming up on eight years together total.”

It’s amusing to watch all of them struggle to put the idea of Jake and her together for that long or even married, though it does make her slightly angry on behalf of her husband. She knew what he was like. But did they really somehow only see him as an asshole, who only cared about himself? Weren’t they supposed to be smarter than that? She pushes the anger aside. She didn’t want to spoil the evening by being what some might consider a momma bear.

Coyote gets it together first, putting his cue in Bob’s hands as he gives Jake a slap on the back before enveloping her in a hug. “I haven’t heard about you until now, but I know you’re a good one.” He whispers in her ear. She feels herself soften at the pilot's words and squeezes him tighter before letting go. “Thank you, Javy. Jake’s had nothing but good things to say.” They smile at each other before he turns to Jake. “You’ve got a good one, man.” The slightly older pilot grins, pulling his wife into his side. “Don’t I know it?”

The nice mood is ruined by a voice from behind Coyote. “Bagman got a good what?” Coyote rolls his eyes, already knowing what’s going to happen and he would feel sorry for Y/N, but he imagines that if she’s been with Hangman for this long, she knows what's coming or at least won’t be surprised by it. “A girl. He got one of the good ones.” He says, turning to face him and taking his cue back from Bob. Rooster raises an eyebrow and Phoenix fills him in. “Meet Y/N, Bagman’s wife.” His eyebrows raise higher and he turns his gaze to the woman under Hangman’s arm and nearly lets out a whistle. She was a pretty thing. Rooster imagined that if he had seen her at the bar or by herself he would’ve thrown a line at her. “It’s unfortunate you married Hangman, ma’am.” He smiles and extends a hand, knowing his words will get the other pilot to bristle. He doesn’t expect the eye roll he gets and the sarcastic right that’s drawn out. “And you are?” His smile becomes a little tight at her tone, “Rooster.” And suddenly the slight ice is gone from her eyes and she’s bending as a laugh escapes her, leaving him with his hand out completely bewildered. He spares a glance at the other pilots but they all seem as confused as him, though Hangman looks amused, like he expected it somewhat.

“Shit.” She gasps, straightening, another laugh escaping her before she can stop it. “I’m so sorry for my husband, Rooster. He told me about yesterday and the uh,” she can’t find the words and instead just gestures up and down his body, making him flush as he remembers Hangman implying that he was checking the other out. “I’m sorry.” She apologizes again. “I’d say he was usually better behaved, but that would be a lie.” She winks at him, and the tension that fills from her slight coldness and being laughed vanishes. “It’s alright. Worse has been said. And I’d like to apologize about me saying it was unfortunate that you married Hangman.” She waves off the apology, smile smaller as she tucks herself into her husband’s side. “Others were thinking it, you were just the only one to say it out loud.” A few of the pilots look down at that, especially when they notice Coyote send them a glance. Rooster winces at that, because he might have said, but he sure as hell didn’t mean it. He may not like Hangman or really like that he only flies for himself, but he did respect the other pilot. “I shouldn’t have said it. Apologies, Hangman.” If he’s surprised at the apology, he doesn’t say. Instead nodding at him with a grin. “No worries, Rooster.”

As a new song starts playing from the jukebox, she pats Jake on the chest. “I’m going to get us some drinks. Anyone need anything?” She asks, directing the question at the pilots who all shake their heads no. Jake nods, before reaching for his wallet. “Use my card.” She takes the offered card but she can’t help but tease. “You know, I do make more money than you.” “Only before investments, Firefly. Only before investments.” She laughs before moving towards the bar and away from a good chunk of pilots she’d rather not see again after tonight.

Maybe it was rude to think that, but her father had nicknamed her firefly for a reason. She may glow and be full of light despite her somewhat rough upbringing, but there was a fire that burned in her, only appearing when something or someone she loved was wronged or slighted. And right now, everyone but Coyote, Rooster, and Bob were on her shitlist. She’d have to meet Maverick before deciding whether he was good or not. The only reason Bob wasn’t with the rest of the pilots is because he had given her an apologetic smile at Phoenix’s disbelief, and Jake had a small soft spot for the WSO.

She had a feeling that the same relationship she and Jake had with Zak when they lived in Virginia was going to happen again with Bob. She wondered as she waited for Penny to get to her, if Bob could also get stationed out of Whidbey Island. Jake had some favors he could cash in, if the WSO became a pseudo son like Zak had once been to them. She smiles in thanks at Penny, before going back to the corner with all the pilots, a small grimace on her face as she realizes what she had just considered with barely anything to go off.

Maybe they needed a dog or something so they would stop pretty much adopting full grown men.

Handing Jake his beer, she looks around the group of pilots, observing them. A slight nudge to her ribs catches her attention and she raises her brow at Jake. “They asked how we met.” A fond smile forms on her face at the memory of their first meeting.

Y/N swore as she got turned around for the fourth time. Maybe she should’ve taken up her friend's offer to drive her. This was getting ridiculous. With a sigh she sits on a bench outside of the park in front of her. It wasn’t like she had a reservation at the restaurant or was meeting anyone interesting. She winces when she realizes the earful she’ll get from her friend that she ditched another blind date.

“Lost?” A voice suddenly asks, making her jump in surprise. Looking to the left of her and up, she makes eye contact with a man who’s giving her an amused smile. “What?” “Are you lost?” His smile doesn’t lessen at her question. He gestures at her. “Most people don’t get that dressed up to sit on a bench outside of a park.” She looks down and feels blood rush to her cheeks as she remembers the very nice dress she had on. “I was supposed to go to a restaurant for a blind date. Kept getting lost, so I figured it wasn’t a good sign.” He whistles, before sitting beside her. A good few inches between them. “I feel bad for the guy who doesn’t get to see you. You’re stunning.” Her mouth nearly drops at how matter of fact he sounds, but manages to keep it closed as she gently shakes her head. “Thank you.” Looking at him again, she takes in the nice jeans and button up he’s wearing. And as she takes him in again, she realizes just how handsome this stranger is.

His smile is nice and she can catch a glimpse of white teeth. His eyes are also a stunning green.

“You look nice as well.” He grins, looking down at himself. “I look better in uniform.” The answer makes her sit up a little straighter. “Uniform?” She questions. “Navy pilot, ma’am.” The image of him in a navy uniform flashes through her mind and she feels more blood rush to her cheeks. “I’m sure you do.”

“It was a failed blind date.” Everyone looks confused at her answer and Jake can’t help but laugh knowing that Y/N still got a little embarrassed that the reason they met was because she got lost. “Her friend set her up on a blind date and she got lost on her way to the restaurant. I was stationed out of Oceana, just walking in an area my buddy told me about, when I was this girl sitting on a park bench, wearing a dress that was meant for more than just sitting on a bench.” “Are you from Virginia?” Bob asks, curiosity clear on his face but also politeness. She shakes her head, “No, I’m from New York. I moved to DC to go to school for my doctorate.” He nods eyes a little wide at the knowledge she has a doctorate. But it’s Coyote who captures her attention as he lets out a whistle. “My, my. Pretty and Smart. Hangman, really got it all with you, didn’t he, Dr. Seresin?” “Sure did.” He winks, before removing his arm from her waist and gently pushing her towards Bob, making her silently curse, because they really needed to talk about their habit of adopting grown men. “Now, it’s time for you to get your ass kicked.”

As she and Bob talked and watched Jake play pool, she could see why her husband had a soft spot for him despite having not interacted one on one with him too much. She wondered if the cowboy in him somehow sensed a fellow cowboy, as she learned that Bob grew up on a ranch in Wyoming much like Jake had in Texas. It didn’t help when he off handedly mentioned he hadn’t had a home cooked meal in years. Mainly living off food on base, take out, or things that could just be popped in the microwave. The invitation for dinner the next night left her lips before she could stop it. And she frowned when he blushed and tried to say no, not wanting to put her and Jake out. And wasn’t that something him using her husband's birth name not his call sign?

Starting to insist, she was joined by Jake, who had clearly won against Coyote if the way he was grinning was to go by and when he heard her trying to convince Bob to come over, he quickly joined in. Just confirming her thoughts that Bob was definitely going to be another Zak situation.

Bob, Jake, and her continue to talk, Coyote occasionally chiming in as he tries to win some money off of Yale and Fritz, who seemed to be switching back and forth. Noticing that his beer is all gone, she takes the beer bottle from him and motions towards the bar. He gives her a nod, before turning his attention back to Bob who’s talking about the first time he was a backseater.

Walking to the bar, she sits down in the one free stool, seeing how busy Penny is. Her eyes land on the jacket of the older man sitting next to her. “Pilot?” She asks, turning her head to face him. He looks surprised but nods. She smiles, “My husband is one. I’d be sleeping on the couch if I didn’t recognize the patches.” She jokes, making him laugh and the tension that appeared in his shoulders from her speaking to him disappears. She offers him a hand. “Y/N Seresin.” His eyes widen a little at the mention of her last name, but he shakes her hand. “Maverick. Hangman’s a good pilot.” She beams at the praise, but knows that everyone who was called back to Top Gun was a good pilot. “I’d hope so.”

He turns his head slightly to look behind them, before speaking. “I saw in his file that he was married, I guess I didn’t really see it though.” His smile is apologetic, and she shrugs. “Everyone was pretty surprised. But if there’s one thing, I’ve learned from being with Jake for so long is that no one really sees him. Just the mask he wears.” Maverick’s eyebrows raise at that, and she lets out a laugh. “I’m not saying that my husband isn’t full of himself, he is. But it’s exaggerated and I imagine that everyone until tonight was very sure that he only cares about two things: himself and flying. It’s the farthest thing from the truth.” She spares a glance at her husband, who’s still talking to Bob, and she can’t help the fond smile that crosses her lips. “You should ask him about Zak if you get the chance and want to know him and not just Hangman.” “Zak?” He questions and she doesn’t miss the way his eyes drift down to her stomach. “Like I said, if you want to know Jake and not just Hangman, you should ask him.” She then smiles at Penny who’s handing her another beer. “Thanks, and it was nice meeting you Maverick.” She pats him on the shoulder as she gets up before moving back to her husband’s side. She needed to find out what exactly Bob liked for dinner.

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Tagging: @obiwankenobis-lap @mavswife @blue-aconite @luvrlia @silverfairydust @dempy @the-hottest-lieutenants @fulla02 @barbiegirlbaby

#hangman imagine #hangman x reader #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin imagine #top gun maverick imagine #i had to stop myself from writing more of this fic

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Post MW3 Drabble:

Implied Soap x Reader, Platonic! TF141 x Reader, Potential Ghost x Reader if you squint. (made for f!reader)

SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVENT PLAYED THE GAME

enjoy :)

CW: causing,mentions of death, mental health, grief

It was hard for all of you when it happened. It was so quick, yet everything moved in slow motion as his body hit the ground.

The moment still haunts all of your dreams, replaying over and over in your minds.

It was the worst for you. It took weeks before you stopped crying as soon as you woke up. You’d gotten so used to rolling over and snuggling into Johnny every morning. He was your sunshine.

The first few nights were the worst, staring at the indent in the bed where he’d laid not even a week ago. You didn’t dare touch it, wanting to preserve him in a weird way.

You couldn’t even shower without breaking down. Johnny would always come sit on the sink and talk to you while you showered. It felt so empty without him.

Everything felt empty. Brushing your teeth without his arms wrapping around you. Making food and only making enough for you. Going to bree coffee and accidentally grabbing his mug with yours.

Nothing felt right, and you couldn’t bear it. Luckily you weren’t grieving alone. Simon was struggling just as bad as you were. Johnny was like a brother to him.

Many night the two of you sat in silence in the common area. No words are exchanged most of the time, you both just needed company.

The team all made sure to try to do little things for you. They bought you flowers, took you out for lunches. Price did whatever he could to attempt to keep you from spiraling. He even offered to let you give him a haircut, knowing you’d always make fun of him for how scruffy he was.

Gaz would make you sweets or help with chores around base. He would take you on walks or take you with on errands just so you wouldn’t be alone.

No matter what though, you still had this void in your life. You felt like a piece of you drifted away on that cliff with his ashes. It felt like you had watched your life dissipate into the wind.

He took a part of you with him, and you were afraid you’d never get it back.

You’d spend countless nights looking at old photos, reading old love notes he wrote you. You’d watch videos of him just to keep his voice fresh in your memory.

The only thing you were beginning to forget was his touch. The way his hands would ignite sparks at the slightest graze was slowly leaving you. The gentleness of his grasp was slipping away.

You missed him so bad, and it was beginning to become unbearable.

You were awake one night a couple of days after his death, lost in a rabbit hole of pictures and videos. It was nearly 3 AM, but you didn’t notice nor dare. A knock hit your door, and it creaked open to reveal Simon.

“Hey Johnny have you seen my-“ He looked up at you and realized his mistake. “I’m sorry Y/N…”

It took you a second to collect yourself but you smiled at him. “Hi Simon. Are you okay?” You watched as he began to slightly tear up. Simon wasn’t a cryer, but Soap’s death has broke him to his core.

“I miss him.” He said, his voice breaking your own heart. You looked down for a second, deciding if you were ready.

“Need a friend?” You said as you patted the side of the bed where Johnny used to sleep. Simon nodded but paused.

“Are you sure?” He said, cautious.

“Mhm. It feels too empty in here. It’s too quiet.” Simon nodded again as he removed his mask and sat next to you.

You both sat and reminisced on Johnny’s life. Sharing memories and laughs, you both began to feel better.

“I’m gonna try to get some rest. Just wake me if you need anything okay?” You began to lay down, feeling the bed shift as Simon rolled over with a ‘Goodnight.’

You felt the mattress dip and it’s like your body went into shock. That feeling was all to familiar and your brain was screaming at you to turn over and look for Johnny.

Sniffles began to sound out of you at the feeling and the memories it brought to your mind. Maybe you weren’t ready after all.

“Hey, are you okay?” You felt Simon place his hand on you gently.

“I don’t know.” You sobbed out, not strong enough to look at him.

“Do me a favor, roll over.” He helped you move onto your opposite side to face him. “Trust me?” You nodded and he pulled you into his chest as he held you, brushing his fingers through your hair and quietly shushing you. “I know how bad it hurts and I’m so sorry.”

From that night forward, Simon spent almost every night in your room, just so you both could actually get some sleep. The comfort of having someone there brought you both peace.

Weeks had gone by and you realized something was off with yourself. You woke up and looked at the day and panicked.

You were a week late.

You sneakily ran down to the store a block away and bought a pregnancy test, or two, or three.

Running back to your room unseen, you were quick to unwrap them and take them.

Minutes passed that felt like hours when your timer went off. You flipped each one over, looking at the results.

Positive

“Shit!” You yelled, your hands flying to your hair. As soon as the word left your mouth, you heard your door open and Simon enter. “Y/N?? You here? We missed you at training.”

You walked out of your bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind you and standing in front of it. “Are you okay? You look pale.” Simon walked up to you and placed his hands on your face to feel for a fever.

“Yeah I’m fine, I woke up late.”

“No, something’s wrong. Your eyes widened when something’s wrong and your pupils are dilated. Your breathing is elevated too.” How the fuck does he know that?!

“Just panicked about the fact I woke up late.” You shrugged it off, unmoving.

“What’s in the bathroom Y/N?” His voice drew serious. He wasn’t asking, he was telling you to move.

“Nasty stuff really, that time of the month ya know?” He didn’t believe you.

“Let me see. Nothing I haven’t seen before. In fact, I’ve seen worse.” What the fuck? “Please move.”

You swallowed HARD. “I don’t want you to see it though.”

“Y/N. Move. I know better than that. I’m not stupid. Let me see the bathroom.”

It took a lot of arguing before you stepped aside. Simon walked past you and his eyes laid on the tests. “You’re pregnant? This is what you were hiding?”

He turned to you. “Yeah…I don’t know how far along I am.” Simon nodded and chewed on his lip for a moment in thought.

“Johnny’s?”

Although it wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement, it hung heavy in the air. “Yeah, Johnny.”

Simon audibly swallowed as he continued to stare at the positive text on each one. He hasn’t moved hardly past the doorframe, hand still on the knob.

“I’ll help you.”

“Huh?” His words hadn’t registered in your mind yet.

“This is going to be okay. I’ll help you.” Simon turned to you and grabbed your hands, squeezing them. “You’re going to be okay.”

And you were. Simon helped you. You both went to appointments and began to buy things little by little. Simon even applied for housing so you didn’t have to do this in the barracks.

6 months in and it turned out everything was going to be okay.

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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fic rec friday 6

welcome the the sixth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Chapped Lips by Creatortan

Lance's lips were a distraction, sometimes. Keith just couldn't keep his eyes off of them.

i read this one and forget to bookmark it and it haunted my mind for WEEKS as i desperately tried to find it again. i went bonkers bc i wanted to reread it so bad, bc it is EXCELLENT. its fun and gay and the team as family dynamics are AMAZING, no team bashing here!! and as usual the pining was chefs kiss.

2. Mine by Anonymous [EXPLICIT, ABO]

How do Lance and Keith react when the other is kidnapped?

Keith goes feral. Lance becomes deadly.

yeah, yeah, i know. another omegaverse. absolutely feel free to avoid this one if it’s not ur thing, i know it’s not for everyone, but it was one of my first pieces of bamf unhinged lance and i refuse to be ashamed of liking it lmao. also i think it’s fair to say that this fic inspired my unhinged batshit lance fic, at least a little. give it a try if ur like me an abo is a guilty pleasure lmao

3. the way i love you by @taylortot

quiet moments in which keith and lance fall in love. and kiss a lot. post s7.

words cannot explain how much this series means to me. genuinely a series that is so poetically soft and loving that it makes tears well in your eyes. i started reading this series right when i turned 16, and idk it truly made something crack in fizzle in my brain, it made me realise how careful and choosing love is. i have read this series more times than i can count, definitely one of the top ten, and there are lines from this fic that i repeat to myself when i am looking for hope. i know it hasn’t been touched since 2020 but i will be watching it carefully and hoping for years to come. (my favourite, in the series, although it was hard to choose, is i want to kiss you there)

4. Read Label: Lance McClain’s Boyfriend by @bleusarcelle

“You know I’m not ashamed, right?” Lance meets his gaze sheepishly. “Like, I’m not ashamed of you, of us. Far from it, babe, I swear –”

“Lance,” Keith cuts in kindly, smiling warmly at the teen in his arms. “Believe me, I know but I do want to tell the world what you mean to me. I wanna start with our team, our family.”

“You should come with a warning,” Lance whispers, stroking Keith’s chin fondly as he drops his voice. “Caution: words that leave these lips may cause falling deeper in love. Thank you for shopping at Mullets4sales.com.”

Keith throws his head back as he shakes with laughter. Lance grins proudly at sound before he props himself on the bed and drops unceremoniously on top of his giggling boyfriend’s chest.

“But yeah, yes; let’s tell them after dinner.”

[Or the one where the team is on their way back home and stop on a planet where a pissy prince drugs Keith with a love potion and Lance has to endure watching his secret boyfriend being lovestruck on someone else that isn't him.]

bleusarcelle always has and always will be one of the core founders of this fandom fr. trust me when i tell u their work was THE work. i remember greedily reading every fic of theirs several time, and i still read several of them regularly. but i will always be a sucker for the secret relationship trope. and this one managed to have that trope with none of the team bashing or miscommunication garbage so it’s a banger from the get-go fr

5. When Moonlight Touches Us by @pmwrites-blog1

Branches scratched his cheeks as he ran through the woods. Out of breath and covered in mud, Lance eventually crawled back under the fence onto the school grounds. He stopped at the large fountain in the plaza, leaning heavily on it. He splashed his face to wake himself up.

It didn’t work. Keith was real.

Based on 214b's Gargoyle AU

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE VOLTRON FIC OF ALL TIME. i dont know why. i have no idea why ive latched onto this fic so specifcally, what about this fic just makes me want to reread it again and again, but if i could print this aand bind it and keep a hardcopy with me every day of my life i would. im obsessed with it. beauty and the beast who?? like this fic is everything to me. i cannot recommend it enough. im fully convinced this fic did something fundamental to my brain. nothing i write will ever be so dear to me as this fic and that’s literally okay. the stars aligned to make this fic possible. is it the fact that i know there’s pretzellus art for it and so the whole story was cemented into my brain? possibly. i truly do not know. but i am fully obsessed with this story and likely will be for infinity

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#i love all of these but im especially excited to share that last one with yall its ten billion out of ten #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #au #established klance #fluffy klance #klance au #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost

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Ok, I’m back with my thoughts on episode 6! I had quite a bit of them so I put them all in this post 💜

⚠️ Spoiler warning for episode 6 of the PJO Tv Show and major book spoilers ahead! ⚠️

Kronos talking to "the lightng thief" : "Give me a reason to question your worthiness again, and there is another that just might be ready to take your place. *looks over at Percy* Isn’t that right, little hero?"

I’m sorry??!!! Maybe I’m forgetting but, was it ever clearly mentioned in the books that Kronos planned on using Percy as a replacement if Luke didn’t do as he was asked? Because I have been speculating this for years but, was it actually in the books? Because if it wasn’t?? Rick is really trying to make sure the foil nature between Percy and Luke can not be ignored

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Percy: "We know who stole the bolt."

Luke: How do you know? 😅👀😗

I just know that he was SWEATING 😭💀

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Grover not giving a solitary fuck about the humans and only caring about the animals after they free them from the trailer is hilarious to me 😭💀

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Just the mere fact that they just talk about May (sure they don’t mention her by name but 🤷‍♀️) is so promising to me. Like we’re getting to know about some things that we don’t get to really know about until the 5th book of the series?? And it’s only episode six of season 1????? Yeah, they’re really trying to let more of Luke’s backstory be known and I love it 😌

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Annabeth: "we’re friends of Luke’s."

Hermes: *starts sweating profusely*

Good, he should be nervous! It’s only the consequences of your actions coming to haunt you 😌💅

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Hermes: " Time and space is easy, kids. Parenting is something else entirely."

Well first you would have to try and be a parent… 🙄

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Hermes: "I was warned to stay away from Luke and his mother. Warned that no matter how much I tried to help I would just make things worse. And I went anyway. And it wasn’t just awful for Luke… It was awful for all of us."

Hmm, I wonder why?? It couldn’t have been because you literally ignored your son every time he prayed to you and asked for help. It couldn’t have been because May would tell Luke over and over that his Father would visit soon, and then you never showed up! And it definitely couldn’t be because when you saw Luke, you told him that he never should have came back and that he was making his mother worse. Ya know, blaming him for what his mother was going through.

But yeah, it’s a real mystery for sure 🙄

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Ok but I need to know what that flashback is of Percy’s! Is it supposed to be Hermes insinuating that Percy hurts Sally and manipulating him into thinking that he’s hurting Sally? The same way that he blamed Luke for May. If so, what is his obsession with victim blaming???

Or is it going to show something between Sally and Poseidon? I don’t know but I need to know!

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I am not trying to be insulting to Lin, I actually mean this as a complement, but he does too much of a good job playing a narcissistic, manipulative asshole. That whole part where he’s showing Percy that flashback and the the way he looks over at Annabeth and says; "Should I remind you, too?"

Listen, I don’t mean to trauma dump on main, but I’ve seen that look in someone else’s eyes and I’ve heard that tone of voice being used by a narcissist irl and… yeah, it’s scary how much Lin’s line delivery reminds me of those times.

When I say that the casting directors knew what they were doing, I’m not lying… 😅

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Hermes: "I don’t get involved anymore. It’s just not worth it."

I swear, if I hear anymore people trying to make excuses for Hermes after this, I’m reminding them of this line.

Like, let me get this straight. You know what is about to happen, what has been happening to Luke for years now. You knew what was going to happen to him ever since Luke was a baby. You swear up and down that you truly love and care for Luke and May… but at the same time their not worth it??? Why? Because Luke "failed" his quest??? Because he’ll do things that might bruise your fragile ego??? Yet, you truly care about them as well… Be so fuckin for real 🙄😤

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Hermes: "It was your father (talking about Poseidon) who warned me to stay away. Said it was awful watching you struggle and feel powerful to stop it. But that sometimes… that’s what parenting is."

Hold up…

First of all, Poseidon literally had Percy 7 whole years after you had Luke. So what did you do during the first 7 years? Do nothing to help all on your own?? The whole blaming Poseidon for your being neglectful is not doing what you think it’s doing…

Second, watching your child suffer is parenting?? Like sure, ok, sometimes you need to let your children learn from there own mistakes. It’s how we grow. But those mistakes are usually small things like letting them get a terrible haircut that you know they won’t like but they insist on getting it. Or them insisting on eating something that you know they won’t like, but you don’t stop them. Not watching your son have to watch his mother suffer and be in pain for the first 9 years of his life. Not looking away as your son is tormented and brainwashed by quite literally the most evil entity in your universe! FFS!

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Hermes: "I guess we’re all just doing the best we can."

Hate to be the barer of bad news, but sometimes that just isn’t good enough ☺️

My god, Rick really pulled Lin to the side and said, "I need you to act like a raging narcissist with a victim complex that’s bigger than the galaxy." And Lin delivered like his life was on the line. He definitely wasn’t throwing away his shot💀

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Hermes looking at his watch and then telling Percy that he’s basically out of time??? Hermes knew exactly what he was doing keeping Annabeth and Percy distracted.

But don’t worry, guys. He’s trying his best 🥹🙄

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Annabeth picking Hermes’ pocket? She is so real for that!

She definitely learned that skill from Luke 😌💅

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Grover: "We’re late? Are we late because of me?"

Me: *sobbing* 😭🥺💔

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Percy trying to drive: "That guy didn’t even slow down! 😡🤬*honks horn aggressively* "

Calm down, Percy. The New Yorker in you is showing😭💀

… but also, that’s a mood 😅

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Ok, but I’m a bit confused why they changed it to where they’ve run out of time for the quest. Like, what does that mean for the rest of the story? Is everything going to happen as normal still, or will there be changes? 🤨

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Last thoughts: I am so, so happy with how this episode turned out, imo. I was kind of skeptical on how they would portray Hermes, but I’m glad that they didn’t make him a "good guy". They showed him in his barest form, the form that we don’t really get to see until the 5th book, and I love that. I can not wait for the next episode.

#this episode was so good #it had me pacing my room afterwards #this might be my favorite episode so far #even though ep 5 is so good #percy jackson #luke castellan #hermes pjo #may castellan #annabeth chase #grover underwood #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjoverse #percy jackson tv series #percy jackson spoilers

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polarisbibliotheque · 1 year

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Nemesis (Vergil x Reader) - Chapter 3

Nemesis

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: The Abyss opening is a rare occurrence. In his youth, Vergil wanted to harness its power, but never thought he would meet his greatest adversary along the way. Years later, the Abyss is once again open and that might call for some rather unlikely alliances.

Chapter 1 (Prologue) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 (you are here!)

Age restriction: 18+ - there’s a lot of blood, violence, cursing and all those things people want to forbid younger audiences of seeing. Also, cosmic horror is a thing here. Procceed with caution.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Deals with trickster entities and death omens :)

Special Thanks and Credits: @furyeclipse is the wonderful creator of a very main character in all this plot, Ovid - the trickster being the reader will be dealing with and who will have many interactions with the crew. Fury helped me to write some of Ovid's key moments, their realm, their appearance and their mannerisms - after all, it was all Fury's creation and I'm just honored to be able to share such a rich character and worldbuilding!

Thank you so so much for allowing me to add your character to Nemesis and for being such a wonderful friend!

You can check Fury's work on their Ao3, which you can find here: FuryEclipse Ao3

Strongly suggest you guys reading Devoid of Purpose, where you can understand Ovid better ;)

Author's Notes: It took me a little while for this one and I do apologize, but my health isn't the best currently. I will have to go through some medical exams in the upcoming weeks and I'll start taking some meds, so I might have some delays/disappearances from writing. But I will ALWAYS come back to post Nemesis!!

This was a very fun chapter to write. I do enjoy Ovid a lot and their interactions with the reader are 10/10 based on knowledge seeking. Get ready for fighting (and annoying) Vergil on the next chapter, though ;)

Chapter 3

The city reeked of blood and destruction.

After so many years from your city’s incident, you never expected your memories to feel so alive. But there they were, haunting every corner of a new disaster – ghosts of a past you longed to forget, back to cling to your slivers of sanity like demons burying their claws in human flesh.

That city had fallen into chaos. People were crying, screaming, running around in despair looking for solace – for something or someone to save them from whatever the Abyss had attracted.

They first looked at you with hope and admiration – only to change to fear and horror when they realized that, even if your victims were demons, you were a killer after all.

And a very skilled one. Behind your footsteps, no demons were allowed. To fall into your protection meant to be safe; to find salvation amidst all that hell. Even if people feared you and your bloodstained hands, they were grateful for being their only hope of survival.

“Is everyone out of the city already?” You cleaned the blood that spilled on your face while walking towards the captain of the city’s guard, in charge of the evacuation.

Even the soldiers looked at you with a certain unease in their eyes. No one would want to get into a fight against you.

“The last two safe buses are just ready to go.” The captain, though, was the only one able to look into your eyes without hesitation. He could use a soldier like you. “Next one is for me, my crew, and you, y/n.”

“Thank you, but I’m not going with you.”

Your comment sent a wave of whispers among the soldiers. Before the captain could answer, you explained yourself.

“The Abyss is far more dangerous than we know. Someone has to stay behind and make sure it’s going to close without anything going in or coming out.”

Of course, you’d never say it was the only place you would certainly find the blue coated devil who almost killed you back in your city. You were certain he would be there but, so far, no blue demons crossed your view.

And you were especially aware of it.

“Well. You have a good point there. Just make sure to come back alive, alright?”

“Will do. I have to help a friend with laundry next week.”

No one understood your comment, but they also wouldn’t ask. You swinged your silver blade to get it rid of the blood and paced back into the city.

It was time to meet an old enemy.

As your steps echoed through the streets of the abandoned city, you had this uncomfortable feeling at the base of your stomach. It seemed like eyes were fixed on the back of your head and hands rested heavily on your shoulders.

But no one walked those streets except you.

Keeping your silver sword in hand, you didn’t stray from your path. The Abyss was close: you had learned to discern between how demons and the Abyss felt like as you started working as a devil hunter. While demons were certainly unnerving, the Abyss had something of… Uncertain. A sense of unknown – and the knowledge of what that was could be worse than fatal; probably better left in the realms of shadows.

But there was a… Third energy. Something else you couldn’t quite pinpoint its origin. It was unnerving, yes, but it felt… Old. Older than whatever demons you could’ve met.

Your steps approached an ancient building – probably a public school; you couldn’t exactly tell what it was. And you would’ve remained focused on your main objective if you hadn’t glimpsed inside the building.

A pair of eyes observed you from the shadows. It stared at you before disappearing deeper into the darkness, but you could swear those eyes were yours.

“What gives…?” You murmured to yourself, barely feeling your feet unconsciously following those eyes, as you crossed the derelict entrance.

You should be going towards the Abyss. That was the reason why you were there, it was the main purpose of you being hired that day. But… How come you saw a being with your eyes inside that building? As you entered the main hall, you found nothing but a reception desk and paper tossed around, ripped and burnt as people fled. Observing into the darkness, that place was a library.

Infinite rows of old mahogany seemed to go deep inside the shadows – until your eyes could barely make out any shapes. It was all probably in your head: dealing with demons made one prone to hallucinations, sooner or later.

As you prepared your feet to leave, you heard a scratchy metallic noise – faint, in the distance, but still there. Turning around, you stared into the shadow and you could swear your eyes picked up something moving.

You couldn’t tell what it was – if it was a demon, a creature or a human. But it was someone. If it was a human, it needed your help. If it was a demon, it deserved to die.

You decided to let your steps follow the sound.

Upon entering the rows of destroyed bookcases and rotting books, you kept on following that light metallic noise – like gentle knifes scratching at the floor, wood or any surface it could touch. Your eyes caught glimpses of a shadow, but never its full form. You turned your head around, your feet followed with precision – your curiosity leading you further and further into the labyrinth of old pages and decaying wood.

When you reached what it seemed to be the center – a round open space, surrounded by aisles and aisles of mahogany bookcases – your white rabbit seemed to have disappeared. There was no other indication of which path you should follow to find it, and you couldn’t deny you were certainly lost inside the library.

Your steps circled the room, slowly, trying to find your way out or the creature leading you further inside. Perhaps… Perhaps it was him. The devil who defeated you that fateful day, the one you longed to rematch. Maybe it was his way of leading you into a trap – and, if it was, you would be ready. Holding your silver sword with certainty, you wouldn’t be caught by surprise.

That library certainly looked like a proper place to defeat him and hold your sword to his neck, while one of your feet held his chest down on the floor, keeping him in his place. No demon was superior to a human, and you would prove him that.

The metallic tapping brought you back from your thoughts, dissipating the image of you finally subduing the blue coated demon. Turning around, you found your eyes again at the end of a long, dark aisle. With resolute steps, you plunged into the darkness, without flinching or thinking twice.

The eyes disappeared as soon as you started to follow them – but, upon reaching the end of the aisle, you found a great wooden door with an old plaque by its side. Cleaning the dust to see it better, you read what it was: “Forbidden Session – Entry allowed only upon authorization”.

Indeed, the door had an old black iron lock, probably requiring an iron key to enter. You tried to force it open a few times, but it was to no avail. With a deep, slightly frustrated sigh, you turned around to look for a way to open it – but your search wasn’t needed: as soon as you rotated on your feet, you found a great, heavy iron key waiting for you in one of the shelves filled with dust.

It didn’t escape your eyes the key was clean despite how abandoned the place looked.

Without questioning, you took it on your hands and finally opened the heavy door. Its hinges complained as you pushed it open and your steps entered the room.

Your heart slightly jumped inside your chest for a couple of quick seconds. It seemed like your eyes got used to the darkness, but soon you realized that session of the library was lit in a procession of warm candles that seemed to never really burn out. The door behind you was closed, and the reception desk had an old, heavy guestbook ominously waiting for you between two candles lit with purple flames.

You didn’t let go of your weapons. Strengthening your grip around the silver, you walked over the guestbook – finally noticing your steps weren’t the only sound to be heard: a faint, albeit calm, piano song filled the air. You didn’t know where it came from, but it was weirdly… Soothing.

“Traveler from afar, if you wish to drink upon the knowledge of forbidden and forgotten books, you must let go of your protections and sign your name. Only then, the library will welcome you among its pages and endless words. Beware, though, not to get lost in other worlds: some writings are tricky and the search for knowledge might claim your soul.”

Those were the words written on a blank, old page of the book waiting for you at the reception. Let go of protections and sign your name. Both conditions were tricky and asked too much of you: the protections were your weapons, and your name could be used in ancient spells for many purposes. The book asked you to be completely vulnerable and you weren’t comfortable with that.

“Hmmm…” You wiggled your nose while thinking, murmuring to yourself. That presence remained around you, but there was no reason to believe someone was really watching you. And, if there was indeed a being following you, they could at least try to answer any questions. “I wonder if this place has information about the Abyss…”

As you muttered, something seemed to fall in the inner part of the round reception desk. There was no one to receive you, so you took the liberty to inspect what made that noise. You found another book on the floor – this time bigger, older, and seemingly infinite: clearly a product of magic. There were no doubts you had crossed into another realm and, even if you didn’t know how to go back, your curiosity was bigger than your fear.

Taking the leather cover into your hands, you leaned the book in one of your arms, opening it with your free hand. Your eyebrows raised in delight as you realized you were staring into a library Index: all books and their subjects were noted down in beautifully crafted calligraphy, with a note on their location inside the library.

You turned page after page in what it seemed like an endless passing of time – as if Time itself didn’t exist in that wonderful realm of books and knowledge you had found yourself into. That presence seemed to keep watching you; intently, carefully… Curiously. As curious as your eyes running on the pages searching for more knowledge on the Abyss.

“Aha…” You finally found what you were looking for. The Abyss and other Ancient Realms – that was the only title on that theme. It was in the Restricted Session, and that could only indicate you would have a price to pay for that knowledge. “Alright. Let’s find the Restricted Session then.”

As you murmured those words, a path of purple flames lit the way to said Restricted Session. You wouldn’t have to worry about becoming trapped or never finding your way back: the library would show where the knowledge you needed was – your will would have to bring you back.

With a deep breath, you let go of your silver sword, leaning it on the reception desk. You placed your guns by the side of the guestbook, taking an inking pen and, after dipping it in the deep purple ink, you signed your name in the old, yellowish pages.

You were completely vulnerable, but you could use your arcane knowledge to your advantage. You had tested it before in several situations: the blood spell you did on your silver sword was very efficient in bringing it back to you in dire need. The blood inside it felt the calling of the blood in your veins, it didn’t matter the distance. It could take some time, but your trusted sword would be there to protect you – and that gave you some peace of mind.

The Restricted Session was less ominous than you thought it would look like. Behind the black iron bars of the gate that kept curious hands at bay, lied an obsidian box that could keep just one book inside, framed by the light of many sparkling purple candleflames.

“You who search the oldest of secrets must leave something in return.”

An old, golden altar stood beside the bars of the Restricted Session, keeping you between the knowledge of the Abyss. It was at your hand’s reach, so close and yet, so far away. You wanted it with your whole heart, but that altar was a warning and a deal: you had to sacrifice something if you wanted to learn something new.

No small offering would be enough for that book – no, it had to be a big one. Something beloved, something cherished. Something your heart would break to part.

Your guardian angel’s deep blue shawl.

You touched the soft fabric, your heart jumping inside your chest. Of everything you were willing to part of, that was your most prized belonging. It was the only thing that reminded you of some protection, of some gentleness. You didn’t want to let go – you wanted to keep the memory of your guardian angel close to your heart forever.

But you could never attain the knowledge you needed without making sacrifices.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep and slow breath. It was stupid to cry over a piece of fabric, so you wouldn’t – even if your heart wanted to weep. Unwrapping it from your neck, you once again opened your eyes, carefully placing your beloved shawl in the ancient golden altar. The purple flames reflected a beautiful dance in the only memory you had of your guardian angel… Of you being cared for and remembered, at least by someone.

With your heart sinking in your chest, a heavy click opened the gates of the Restricted Session, allowing you to go in.

The obsidian box was open, revealing a big, ominous book with a deep blue leather cover. The Abyss and Other Ancient Realms – the letters were in silver, slowly fading with time, but beautifully crafted inside a gothic frame of vines. You took it into your hands, the weight almost heavier than your sword. It shouldn’t be, but some books held more knowledge than others. Some enchanted books, with infinite pages, impossible to run out of space in its binding.

You left the Restricted Session, looking over your shoulders one last time to catch a glimpse of your cherished blue shawl. It seemed like leaving a piece of your heart behind, but you took a deep breath and kept on your path back to the reception desk – you wouldn’t cry, at least not with your eyes, and you wouldn’t turn back once more either.

What was done was done. You had made your choice, and you wouldn’t go back.

As you approached the reception desk once more, though, a dark figured towered around it – and the eyes. It had your eyes.

It looked like a Eurasian Eagle-Owl, feathers in deep purple and black, glistening with the trembling candle flames. Its chest carried a blood red glow, faintly able to see under its jet-black wings. It stood tall, far taller than you, smart eyes mimicking yours as it followed your every move with interest and mischievous curiosity. Only when your careful steps got close enough you were able to see it had two sets of wings – one close to its body, another resembling the mannerisms of human arms.

You had your eyes in it – carefully drinking its every move. You didn’t know if it was friend or foe; if it tried to attack you, your sword, peacefully laying behind it, would have to make its way to your hand.

“If you’re looking for that white rabbit, he’s not here.” Its voice reverberated through walls and the floor, catching your ears and your heart. You’d say it was a demon, but something about its energy was… Different. Ancient. “But I sense that you seek a knowledge that is worth pursuing to the darkest depth of the Underworld to find it.” As it finished speaking, a small laugh followed the words, clearly enjoying your curiosity that led you to that realm. “How will curious little Alice accomplish such a dangerous feat?”

“With courage. You have to be curious in order to be brave.” Your answer was certain albeit careful. Never before you had encountered a demon that resembled the creature standing before you – and the Codex Daemonica had no information about that. “I wonder. If I was led here but there’s no white rabbit to be seen, who am I talking to? The Cheshire Cat?”

Once again, that laugh reverberated through your chest, while its feathers shook with delight. Of all creatures you had met, that was the first who made you unsure. As far as your knowledge went, you could be talking to a trickster, like the ancient Norse deity, Loki.

“Alice should know better that names are not to be given so lightly.”

You just stared back into your own eyes, a small unsatisfied smile coloring your lips. You had signed your name; you had given it already. But words have power, especially the ones voiced by one’s own lips. If you wanted its name, you had to give yours – you had to voice it so it could voice its own. An eye for an eye, a hand for a hand, a name for a name.

“Y/n. My name is y/n, as I signed in the guestbook already.” You said after a deep breath. You could be making a huge mistake, but the book in your arms was worth whatever price. You had already left your guardian angel’s shawl – there was no going back now.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, little Alice.” The creature bowed its head slightly, making you mirror its chivalry. “You can call me Ovid, master of this realm.”

“You certainly have a wonderful library, Ovid.” You couldn’t keep secret the fact that you had a Restricted Session book in your arms: Ovid probably knew what you had given up for it already and you had every intention to check that book out. For good or for bad. “With knowledge that even the best arcane libraries in the human realm only dream of.”

“Indeed, y/n, indeed… How far would you go fur such knowledge, little Alice?”

“As far as necessary, dear Cheshire Cat.”

Its eyes reflected the same fire that burned in yours – but you didn’t look down. You had already met that stare before: years ago, when fighting the blue coated devil, it was that sort of glance that commanded you to give up and made you only ignore it and remain stronger in your own will.

It was rare for Ovid meeting such a strong-willed human. A journey alongside you could be quite interesting, after all.

“I see you have already accessed the Restricted Session…” Ovid murmured back, glancing quickly at the book in your hands. “To check out such knowledge, in the other hand, there are a few conditions.”

“As I said before, I’m willing to go as far as necessary. I already gave up something dear to me.” It was rare for you to put yourself in such a vulnerable position, but there you were. That book was worth much more than you could ever dream of and, if you needed to, you would fight that creature for it – even if you didn’t know what it was.

“And you can read it in my realm whenever you see fit, as long as your offering remains in the altar.” Once again, it bowed its head slightly, only to turn those bright, cunning eyes back to you right after. “But in order to return constantly, I shall need something in return.”

You smiled. There was always a catch. That’s how it was when dealing with demons.

“What is it?”

“For which purpose does little Alice needs such a book so desperately…?” You could hear it in its voice: they knew you had a goal, that you needed that book not only for curiosity, but for something else.

You had to be honest and vulnerable – something you avoided with all your strength. There were no cards left up your sleeve and the only thing you had in your advantage was that you could summon your silver sword at any moment – unless Ovid had sensed that spell already.

“There are no books in the human realm with knowledge on the Abyss. Whatever it is, I need to know more about it to keep it from destroying entire cities like it did to mine.” You took a deep breath, never lowering your eyes from Ovid’s cunning stare. “I will write a Codex Abyssae, just like there is a Codex Daemonica, so other hunters may be able to protect other people. This…” You looked down at the book in your arms, furrowing your brows. “This is the best source I found to this day. I can’t let it go.”

As your eyes went back to Ovid’s, you could swear it was smiling – after all, you knew how your eyes looked when you were doing so.

“Well, well, little Alice…” There was a tinge of delight in its voice, and you couldn’t refrain your heart from being wary. “It seems that the Fates brought our paths together, then. This book can only be read on my realm, however you might be able to come and go as you please for your research as long as you keep its information updated.” Those eyes, your eyes, glinted with a smart burst of energy of something that hadn’t had that much fun in centuries. “You see, my collection, sometimes, gets obsolete. Inside this book, you will find everything you need to know on the Abyss, but I’m afraid there is so much more yet to be discovered. It will be an honor harboring a copy of your Codex Abyssae along my many pages and oceans of words.”

One of their wings pointed back at the book. As you observed the cover, The Abyss and other ancient realms title disappeared, only to give room to the carefully crafted, gothic silver words of Codex Abyssae.

That was your book. That was your research. If you accepted it, all that knowledge, all that power would be yours – and you would get to update it, as well as write your own version for the human realm. It was really a lot more than you could have wished for, even if it bounded you to that creature you knew so little about.

“What happens when I am done?”

“You cannot return.” Ovid’s voice was calm, acting as if it was just another day in their eternity. Their eyes, though, glinted with delight. “The Codex will return to its safety in the Restricted Session. Your shawl will be returned. You will have your knowledge, and I will have mine. Our deal will be over.”

Of course, it was a deal. Something like that always had a price.

And you were willing to pay it.

“How do I access the library to read the Codex when I need to?”

“You can always summon me with one of my feathers, dear Alice.”

It seemed like you hadn’t noticed it before, but right by the guest book, there was a golden dish with a silky, long black feather in it. Like you imagined before, you would be bound to that creature to a certain extent, as long as you kept your part of the bargain. They would give you knowledge if you delivered knowledge in return.

It was a small price to pay, in your point of view.

“Well, then. You have yourself a deal, Cheshire.” You took a deep breath, declaring your will out loud. “I will keep the Codex Abyssae updated as long as I can come and go from the library and read it for my research, Ovid. Deal.”

That laugh reverberated through the library once more as you reached for the feather. You could finally leave the Codex on the reception desk, knowing you could come back any time and spend hours and hours reading it to your heart’s desire.

“I have to finish the job I was hired to do, but when I want to come back…”

“I will be there to guide you into my realm, little Alice.” Ovid made a small signal with their head, making you slightly bow in return.

“Thank you for allowing me to have access to your library, Ovid.”

“Thank you, little Alice, for giving me such knowledge to build upon, but do be careful on the road ahead.” Their warning caught you off guard, making you stop as you were ready to get your weapons once more. “You have been close to death once before, I can see that.” As those words filled your mind, you furrowed your brows. “Before you go, I shall give you a piece of advice to mull over. The next time you end up on death’s doorstep, it will take you without hesitation. So, live a fruitful and fulfilling human life, with the time you’ve got left. Death does not give second chances lightly.”

That warning placed a heavy weight on your heart, taking your breath away for a few seconds. You had defied death once but, as it seemed, you wouldn’t be able to do it twice.

With so much left to do, you kept that warning in a place you could think about later. You struck a deal. It was done. You couldn’t turn back now.

As soon as your feet left the door that got you inside the library, you found yourself back into the derelict building that led you there. You glanced back, hoping to see the purple flames and the reception desk once more – now with your weapons back to your grip and the feel of your trusted sword hilt calming your heart – but you only found an old empty room, with books and paper scattered all over the dusty floor.

You were back – and it all seemed like a lifelong dream. You would consider it all to have been just your imagination, if Ovid’s feather didn’t weight inside your coat’s pocket. Checking once more, your fingers found the silky touch of the feather and you knew; it was all true. You had struck a deal with a trickster, maybe a demon, maybe something older – you weren’t sure. But you had done it for a knowledge and a power the strongest demons could only dream of.

Your steps quickly led you back to the round hall surrounded by the labyrinth of mahogany aisles, lit only by a sheer light that entered through the cracks in the walls. Soon, you would find your steps away from that building, back to your job, to make sure the Abyss would close, and nothing would be able to go in – or get out.

“This time, I will not allow you to go any further… Little human.”

That voice. It was his voice. You were certain of it.

Turning around, you smiled as you saw a very well-known silhouette lit only by the stray rays of light, framing his shoulders and his conceited head held high in the air – the sword on his hand, ready to attack; the smirk framing his arrogance… His eyes, defying yours with a fire burning in silver. The blue coat gracing him as a frame.

You smirked back, holding your head high and staring back with your burning eyes.

“Long time no see… Demon.”

To be continued...

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc fanfic #devil may cry imagine #dmc imagine #vergil sparda #vergil x reader #vergil x you #long fic #dmc vergil x reader #nemesis #dmc nemesis #fret not this will be the slow burn of the millenia #and of course get ready to boast the fact you got access to the most wonderful library in all realms #and there's NOTHING Vergil can do about it ;)

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thefirstcourtesan · 3 months

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My Favourite “Break Your Heart” Songs

I replied to a post of @jerzwriter ‘s about love songs and admitted that while I know a few, my writing taste leans towards songs about bittersweet or lost love. So I decided to make a list of my favorites. I’m sorry in advance.

1. I Would Have Loved You Anyway by Trisha Yearwood. This has been number one in my writing playlist for almost two decades now much to my husband’s chagrin. I think he could happily never heart it again 😂 but to me there is no better bittersweet song about love gone wrong. “… If I'da known the way that this would end/ If I'da read the last page first/ If I'da had the strength to walk away/ If I'da known how this would hurt/ … I would've loved you anyway”. There is just something so powerful about that. Not every love story lasts forever, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it.

2. Dynasty by Miia. This song is my unofficial theme song for “Portia: A Roman Tragedy”. The idea of we could have had it all but then we didn’t. “Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake/ Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made/ Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up”. The first time I heard the song (in a fan video), I went “ohh, that’s the tragedyverse”, it just sums it all up for me.

3. What Might Have Been by Little Texas. I have always been haunted by the possibilities of “what might have been” and this song just sums it up in such a beautiful way. “We could sit and talk about this all night long/ And wonder why we didn't last/ Yes, they might be the best days we will ever know/ But we'll have to leave them in the past./ I try not to think about what might have been/ Cause that was then and we have taken diff'rent roads/ we can't go back again there's no use giving in/ And there's no way to know/ What might have been”. You can’t go back, you can’t ever know what could have been.

4. Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac. Of course this song is on the list. The lyrics, the haunted way she sings, the video of her signing it in 1997. This song is heartbreak perfection. “Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me/ I know I could have loved you/ But you would not let me”.

5. Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. This is just a beautiful song (and a great video). “Nothing lasts forever/ But this is getting good now/ He's so tall and handsome as hell/ He's so bad, but he does it so well/ And when we've had our very last kiss/ My last request is/ Say you'll remember me/ Standing in a nice dress/ Staring at the sunset, babe/ Red lips and rosy cheeks”.

6. Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter. I have loved this song since I was a teenager (and the “when 30 was old” line hits particularly hard at 40) and as I have grown the song’s impact on me has changed and now I really appreciate the bittersweet look back on first love and how that kind of love only comes along once. “There's nothing time hasn't touched/ Is it really him or the loss of my innocence?/ I've been missing so much”

7. Already Gone by Sleeping At Last (it is a Kelly Clarkson song, but the version I love is a cover). “Started with a perfect kiss/ Then we could feel the poison set in/ Perfect couldn't keep this love alive/ You know that I love you so/ Ilove you enough to let you go” but also “Remember all the things we wanted/ Now all our memories, they're haunted/ We were always meant to say goodbye”. This song just hits so hard and sums up the idea that some things are always meant to end (are you sensing a theme 😂?)

8. Didn’t We Almost Have It All by Whitney Houston. Another one that I have played over and over until my husband never wants to hear it again. “Didn't we almost have it all/ When love was all we had worth giving?/ The ride with you was worth the fall my friend/ Loving you makes life worth living”.

9. Don’t Speak by No Doubt. Another one that goes back to teenage Misha. I think this one got me a few break-ups once upon a time. “Don't speak/ I know what you're thinkin'/ I don't need your reasons/ Don't tell me 'cause it hurts”.

10. Beautifully Unfiniished by Ella Henderson. “But maybe all that we are meant to be/ Is beautifully unfinished/ And I hate you, and I love you/ And I wish you'd go away/ And I hate you, and I love you/ And I wish that you would stay”. I love the pain of this song, the love and the hate, the idea that something is ending when you don’t want it to but you know it has too.

Narrowing it down to 10 was hard and there are lots of other regular songs on my writing playlist, but these are my favorites (although honourable mention to “Last Kiss” by Pearl Jam). If you feel like writing some angst, I highly recommend putting on some of these songs. I definitely have a “type” when it comes to my favorite music, there is something about the end of a love story and looking back that really hits hard for me.

#music recommendation #sad love songs #misha writes #writing music

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elfwoodfae · 1 year

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Eowells x reader Nightcall Epilogue?

Hello, long time no see, I hope you at all doing good. I wanted to post this and say that it could be read as a stand alone but is in reality a continuation of nightcall. I hope you enjoy it and as per usual let me know what you think. This also felt like a safe space and piece to come back into writing after such an absence, I’m sorry and I hope you enjoy it.

It’s been a little too long since the last time any resemblance of emotion other than hatred or pain has crossed his mind. A mind so broken over time in a race he knows he will never win no matter how much he tries to fool himself with the idea that he will. He won’t, deep down he knows this, he has prepared himself for the inevitable outcome, and yet here he is, knotting the robe that will ultimately hang him, he is a dead man walking and he knows it, its a fate he accepted even as he lives through it, playing all the chess pieces the way they are supposed to be played, even if he now knows what moves he could have done differently. Some days, when he is in the mood he likes to write them down, make a list if you will of how he could have prevented the tragedy, his ending.

1. Y/n.

Or so he tries to convince himself, trying to silence the voices of the dead that weight on what’s left of his mind. The past coming to haunt him once again through what’s left of him, telling him how he knows he would do it all over again and again and again, how he would relive every second of the agony and suffering those past few years have been for him, locked in a cell, with the constant reminder of his failure dancing through his vision. Is not like Allen has made it any easier to deal with, or Cisco for that matter, their hatred transformed into pity over the years just serves him to pick on the wounds that will never heal, living in a constant state of rawness.

He tries every night to forget, to close his eyes and pretend he doesn’t see you, he doesn’t see the ghost of you looking back at him, your eyes void of life, he swears he can smell the blood, that he can feel his body burning from the speed, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the weight of your body as he held it, still warm, still there, your eyes still open but no life left in them.

It’s been 10 years, ten long painful years and he can still recall every damn second of that night, every moment, every mistake. The aftermath of a war that you had no business fighting, a war that belonged to him.

He remembers those first few years, when he would close his eyes almost nightly, revisiting a memory of you he had carved in his heart, the only place he had ever truly found solace, a place he no longer visited. As the years went by he visited it less and less, the solace became torture, a face he knew so well distorting into nothingness, and the more he went the less he could remember you, a final punishment for his soul, to not be able to remember what you looked like, and in the fear of never been able to see you again he opted to close that door, throw the key so far into his mind not even in death would he find it again. Or so he thought.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he wakes up with a strange feeling to his chest, he can’t place his finger on what it is, maybe anxiousness or tranquility, they sometimes feel so similar is hard to distinguish them. He notices how the bed feels, too soft to be the one on his cell and when he rubs his face against the pillow he feels it, that perfume that haunted his every breathing moment, the scent of live itself. Your scent hits him so unexpectedly his eyes threaten to water, his heart flutters so harshly it hurts, and when he finally snaps out of it and lifts his head he notices where he is. His house, the one he shared with you for such a briefly period of time but a time where he can’t even remember what it was like before you even came along, as if it had always been yours and he was just the guest.

“ I didn’t hear you waking up, I would have come back to bed sooner.” His eyes water this time and his heart threatens to kill him, he doesn’t understand anything, he doesn’t understand how you are here, smiling at him, looking at him with that sparkle in your eyes as you climb over the bed to him, wearing one of his white shirts you loved so much.

His silence is so intense, his eyes so sharp on you he can see the change in your expression, the worry taking over at his quietness. Before you can ask him what’s wrong his hand is already caressing your cheek, his fingers digging in your skin, near your hair as he grabs onto you and pulls himself up to sit up, his arms wrapping themselves over your form, his face burying in your hair. He feels your hand on his bare back, caressing it as you try to free your head of his hold to look up at him, wondering with your eyes what’s gotten into him.

“ I have missed you so much.’’ He says, not caring for a second how odd or out of place it could feel for you.

“ I have been here all the time, i didn’t go anywhere.’’ Your voice resonates through his mind, bouncing around every part of his brain.

‘’ No…”

“No?’’ You interrupt him before he can continue.

He realizes this must be a dream, a cruel dream he will wake up from, he will wake up back in the cell, such a cruelty of fate to tease him like this. Hasn’t he given enough? Hasn’t he suffered enough? Paid the price of his mistakes yet he is living the worst of the punishment again, having you with him once again to be taken from him at any moment, at any point without a previous warning.

No. No, he is a logical man he knows what a dream is, he knows this is not one. He tries to pull himself together, to breathe, to feel, to think. He moves his hand and looks at his watch, it reads Saturday November 5 on the little date window. It hasn’t happened, nothing has happened.

“Eobard’’ your voice brings him back, your eyes look at him so fiercely, so determine, making the next few words that come out of your mouth all the more shocking.

“You did it, its all fine now.” And he has to wonder for a moment, it’s this death or paradise?

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♠️♥️High Card Short Story 7 ~Aftermath of The Jack of Hearts Retrieval Mission~ “Post-Mission Banoffee Pie” (1/3)♦️♣️

Chris was having a banoffee pie for lunch and Wendy got curious. As she expected, it tastes...?

Original: https://twitter.com/highcard_pj/status/1560567265254572032

Author: https://twitter.com/poipheno

Artist: https://twitter.com/ebimoji3

In the aftermath of The Jack of Hearts retrieval mission, we successfully made it back to Shield City. It was a rather safe and uneventful ending, but it could hardly be called a pleasant memory, so I don’t want to dwell on it too much.

After a few days had passed, I returned to my normal routine and went to work. At lunch break, I put my laptop on sleep mode, got up from my seat, then sat down on the sofa which was located on the opposite side of the low table.

“Hold on. You’ve been here since before the lunch break, haven’t you.”

Sitting across me was Chris.

“Hear me out, Wendy. Today it’s only you and I holding the fort, right? Isn’t that wonderful. Our resident demon of the store is not around, so—”

He pulled a paper box out of an eco bag.

“Behold, a banoffee pie.”

Comparable to a kid unwrapping his birthday present, he opened the box in an exaggerated manner. As a sweet scent surrounded me, I felt as though my whole body was wrapped in strings made out of sugar.

“Wow.......”

The moment I witnessed it in all its glory I could not help but admire.

It was an open-face pie. The entire surface of the pie was covered in fresh cream all the way to its edges.

“The cream has a black tinge, right? That’s because it contains coffee.”

“Eh~ If that’s true, won’t it taste a little bitter?”

“Wendy-chan. Don’t judge a pie by its appearance. A pie is an ensemble, so to speak..... a harmony weaved layer by layer.”

Out of nowhere, Chris already had a plate and a cake knife ready, then proceeded to cut a slice out of the pie.

“Woah, pretty!”

The layers of the pie looked just perfect.

“The top layer is coffee-flavored cream, while the bottom layer is solid, pure whipped cream.....”

“So there are two layers!”

“That’s right! Double cream!”

“Double cream!”

In excitement, I unconsciously repeated what he said. Underneath the cream, bananas cut in the shape of crescents were lined up.

“Beneath these bananas, was what made from a traditional recipe of boiling a can of condensed milk, the toffee. At the bottom, there’s a layer of crunchy short crust pastry, When all of them comes together, the flavor and texture of such a golden ratio spreads in your mouth!”

“Amazing!”

“This is banoffee pie at its finest!”

Chris cut the pie using a fork and brought it up to his mouth. Watching him doing so, my heart felt as though it was about to leap out of my chest.

The pie was swallowed into Chris’ mouth. Munching and chewing, his lips were moving while being pressed into a thin line.

“.....H-how’s it?”

For some reason, I grew nervous and swallowed hard.

“Oooh......Oof......”

Placing the back of his hand on his forehead, Chris sank back into the sofa as he let out a sigh that sounded as if it was dripping with melted sugar.

“What an indulgence..... Aah, for every bite I take, it’s like climbing up a staircase leading to Heaven....... My beloved Papi, it’s good to see you. Have you been well?”

“Don’t make fun of such things.”

Chris made a startled face, then slapped himself on the cheeks.

“Even so, Chris...... you must be a tough one to be able to eat bananas after returning from that mission.”

“You are one to talk.”

“I-I don’t have a problem with bananas.”

“Jokes aside, it really seems like I’ve been haunted, for all day long I can’t take my mind off bananas.”

With a slightly melancholic, somewhat distraught expression, he poked on the banoffee pie. It’s true that during the mission, there had been a quarrel over bananas. Apparently it was quite a big deal for him.

“You can never forget her, is that so……..”

“Yeah……. the summer wind, it blew through my body as though I’m a phantom…… say, Wendy, I am a pretty traumatized man, aren’t I?”

"That’s a stretch. Well then, let me have a bite too—”

I took a plastic fork that came along with the pie.

“Huh, what are you doing.”

“I mean...... I get my own share, right?”

“Who ever said I’d share it with you.”

After a long moment of silence, I put my fork down.

“......Eh. I knew you’d say that. Hmph.”

“Wha, what are you sulking for. This is my lunch, you know?”

“Suit yourself. In that case, things like issuing sales slips in Chris’ place, I aaaaaaaa—”

“...”

“—aaaaaa—”

“....that’s long. You’ve got some stamina, huh.”

“—aaaaabsolutely won’t do it ever again!”

By the time I finished speaking, Chris had already left his seat, and walked around to finally plop down next to me.

“Hehehe. Please don’t say that, my dear senior Wendy.”

“We’re on the same wavelength, aren’t we.”

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a plate, laid out a fork, and brought in the pie. His movements were quick and agile.

“Even though you just asked for a slice, please enjoy two.”

“Open-face pies are tiny. I want to eat three.”

“T-three....! That’s, impossible!”

In a strangely limp and disgustingly dramatic manner he pretended to collapse.

“Do you have a problem with that? Who knows if Leo would get you fired[*] once he hears of the many mistakes you’ve made in the past. Compared to that, I think it’s a small price to pay.”

“Ugh..... fire is harder to put out on a full stomach.”[*]

“I’d also like some tea. Green tea would be sufficient.”

“A-as you wish, ma’am.”

I watched as Chris went and disappeared to the pantry at the back of the store, then took a large bite out of the banoffee pie.

With pursed lips, I muffled my satisfied squeal.

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TL notes: I’m in no way a professional translator so if you find any mistakes, please do not hesitate to inform me right away. Short Story 7 is meant to be a side story to Drama CD vol 2 (TLDR High Card went on a mission together to retrieve a card and shenanigans happened). You may want to check that out first to understand the context of the jokes. [*] A pun here, more or less Wendy says Chris will get fired (lit. “get his neck chopped off”), Chris replies that it’s true he can’t “replace his chopped off neck with his stomach”.

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General Alatus. The name echoes in your head, a gift you’re not sure Xiao meant to give you. Even now, outside Wanmin Restaurant in Liyue Harbor, all you can think of is the haunted look in his eyes. You had meant to stay there with him until he returned to a semblance of the Xiao you know, but a day - was it a day, or more? - underground, you and Paimon were hungry.

Anyway, he would probably still be there when you got back, judging from the lack of response when you tried to talk to him after he told you… Several secrets of his heart. If not, well. You would see him again, you were sure.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Paimon voices the thoughts you hadn’t. She doesn’t use his name, but there’s only person she could be talking about right now. After all, the rest of the party that fell into the Chasm bed with you had been spotted around the harbor already. Indeed, Kuki and Itto had boisterously run past you to find the famed Captain Beidou, who was rumored to be by the docks this fine night (Itto went boisterously. Kuki ran after him in resigned amusement).

“I hope so.”

Xiao is not unlike you. A new name, a new life. A reckless quest to find someone he’d loved and lost. The only difference is he remembers his several thousand years of existence and you remember nearly nothing. Is it a blessing to remember, or a burden? Do the memories of the other four general yakshas bring him any ease, or only suffering?

You sigh, glancing at the untouched plate of almond tofu you had ordered without much thought. Perhaps Xiao had been so on your mind that you had ordered as if he was here with you. Humorous, really. Even if he was here, it was unlikely that he would partake in a meal with you. He seldom does, after all. Even so, eating is a vital part of any post-quest ritual. Xiao. You think it in your head, loudly, longingly, hoping that wherever he is in the world, he hears your concern echoed and amplified through the mountains of Liyue.

If you hope for him to appear, he does not.

It is later in your rooms that you call his name again. Out loud this time, and only because you still have that portion of almond tofu for him. Sitting on your bed, staring at the door, you murmur, “Xiao,” and await the knock that’s sure to come.

It comes in seconds, in fact, followed by the familiar: “You called?”

“It’s open.”

He opens the door. He’s always looked smaller than most men when you take the time to look at him, but exhaustion and grief make him even smaller in your doorframe tonight. “Did something happen?”

“I ordered too much almond tofu.”

For a few moments, he stares at what little of your face is illuminated by the lanterns you’d lit. Then he huffs a laugh. “This is not what I had in mind when I told you to call for me when you needed me.”

“I called because you needed me. But you’re not going to like that answer, so I just ordered too much almond tofu.”

Xiao falters, closing your door and leaning against it. “That’s not how this works. I’m a weapon, not a hero like you.”

“Really? You’re saying that after what you did in the Chasm?”

“Just doing my job.”

“Do you think,” you stand and walk toward him. Almost instinctively, his arm comes up to catch around your waist. “That we all think that of you? That the Arataki gang will let you go without considering themselves to owe you a huge debt? That Yanfei and Yelan would so soon forget what you did tonight? That I would say nothing after what you did?”

You’re not sure he knows he’s doing it, but he pulls you closer, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

Gently, you push him away. With clumsy movements, you remove the bulkier pieces of his outfit - the shoulder guard, the necklace, the mask at his waist. With every physical item you remove, you hope to relieve some of the emotional burden in his heart, although you strongly doubt you’re having any success on that front.

Xiao helps you where he can, but he spends most of the time watching in silence. He’s deep in thought still. Always is. Besides, Xiao staring and watching is not unlike him. He does it often, though usually from rooftops and not right before you.

And then, when the last bit of armor is removed and all he has left on him is cloth, he holds your face in both of his hands. They tremble, ever slightly. He searches your eyes for the answer to a question he hasn’t yet asked, the bright amber of his eyes burning into your soul. “If I do something undesirable,” he whispers, “stop me.”

With that, his lips are on yours, a gentle and uncertain movement. Your hand grips his sleeve as he continues his unfamiliar movements. He’s not accustomed to this, you can tell, but neither are you. Indeed, the kiss is hesitant in a way Xiao usually is not.

When you pull away for air, he touches his lips as if they had been burned. A fire lights in his eyes, but not the kind that you usually see on the battlefield. No, this is - unexpectedly - fear. Shame. The mortalest of feelings from someone who makes daily mockery of mortal habits.

“You didn’t stop me,” he whispers.

“It wasn’t undesirable.” You hold a hand out to him again, a lifeline should he choose to take it. “It was fine. You can do it again if you want to.”

Maybe you should ask him what it means.

Maybe you should ask about the deep-rooted vulnerability bubbling to the surface of his existence.

Maybe you should extract some adepal promises from him before anything else.

But you don’t.

Slowly, Xiao approaches again. Interesting, seeing him like this. To be honest, perhaps this is the reason you ask for nothing at all. That he fears the interaction means he understands the gravity of it. That he hesitates means he’s considering it carefully.

He lands the next kiss on your forehead, just a little peck of a motion.Then your cheek. The trail continues down your neck, his still-gloved hands gripping the cloth of the bed under you. “When I was falling,” he murmurs into your skin, “I thought of you.”

When he pulls away this time, he drifts over to the table where the box of almond tofu sits. He’s still talking, but he’s not quite looking at you anymore. You understand. Vulnerability is exponentially harder when you make eye contact, and Xiao has never been one for vulnerability in the first place.

“Come sit with me?” He pleads.

Pleads. Xiao, Conqueror of Demons, pleading to someone like you.

“When you were falling,” you tell him, “I hated you.”

Xiao flinches. A moment later, a stony expression falls on his face again. “I was waiting for that.”

“I hated you because you gave yourself up so quickly.”

“I tried my best!” he retorts. “I used up everything-”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. You used up everything and acted like I wouldn’t forever blame myself for losing you.”

“It wouldn’t have been your fault.”

“It would’ve felt like it.”

Slowly, Xiao chews his food. You’re almost certain he’s not tasting it at all, simply going through the motions because it’s there in front of him.

Deciding to speak in his language, you fill the silence with, “You’re the only thing standing between Liyue and destruction. What would they have done with you gone?”

“They have you.”

“They wouldn’t have me if you weren’t here,” you say honestly. Liyue… Is a beautiful place, but the reason you keep coming back to it is not because of the nation itself. You care nothing for Liyue, to be honest, in the face of the care you have for Xiao. “Besides, I have other places to go. Aether… I still have to find him.”

This, of everything you’ve said thus far, ought to be what Xiao understands the most. In the first place, he was in the Chasm to find someone who was like a brother to him.

You lapse into silence again, giving Xiao a chance to speak. Perhaps you can’t drag things out of him this way. Perhaps only the heavy silence can drive him to break it by voicing his own thoughts.

He watches you, like he always does, and says nothing. Not yet.

Just as you doze off - and probably because you’re dozing off - he speaks again. “I don’t know when the last time I did something for myself was. But I think I will now… I didn’t plan to fall in love with you.”

Blinking back to wakefulness, you tilt your head. “So that’s what it meant,” you muse out loud. “The kiss.”

Xiao seems to try to shrink away from you. Then he recovers himself and continues, “Last night was the first time in a long time that I was afraid of death. I have always had many things to die for. I had nothing to live for, not until you.”

“Will you, then?”

“You already have my allegiance, traveler.”

“But what if I want more than allegiance?”

“What more is there to want?”

“You. All of you, not just your spear. … You are not the only one who fell in love without a plan.”

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