#hopefully before I sleep I can get that to 2500

[zemheri-x]

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#so I’ve basically written 2k #hopefully before I sleep I can get that to 2500 #and then if I write about 1k every day for the next 3 days #I’ll be done lol #definitely not being v optimistic when I’ve been writing an average of 100 words a day

[kpopnstarwars]

Cyar'ika: Din Djarin x Reader

A/N: wrote this when i was younger but i still kinda like it so excuse the cheese (i know the text dividers are off centre ok dont come for me)

Warnings: blood, injuries, fever, angsty, i think there's swearing, massive cheesiness at the end and tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: <2500

You've known Mando - Din, since you two were children, playing at the ankles of the other, older, Mandalorians. You two grew up together, trained with each other, told each other your names at hardly a blink of an eye, swore yourselves to the Creed on the same day. After that, you two did go your separate ways, him joining the Guild as a bounty hunter, you deciding to do the same job, except you didn't work for the Guild. Because of this, you two didn't see each other often, but that's fine because you made time for each other. Din's probably the only person you trust. And him, well, he definitely trusts you. If he didn't, you two wouldn't be friends. You're the only person he goes out of his way to meet up with for company, and nothing else.

So hopefully he won't mind that you just managed to break into his ship so you could get somewhere where the beskar won't be ripped off your body by people taking advantage of your current state. Or that despite both your hands pressed into the wound, you're bleeding all over the floor from the wound that you recieved after being a little bit too lazy on a hunt. Or that smear of gore left behind you when you dragged yourself up the cargo ramp. Or the fact that you could very well steal the child from where he's sleeping peacefully in the cot to your right.

You know he'll see the scuff marks and prints in the dust around his ship, so you aren't surprised when he climbs up the ramp with his blaster raised and ready.

'Hands up,' he says in that cool, measured voice that you love, despite the crackle of static that masks it almost fully. Your heart aches, because it reminds you that you'll never see him with his helmet off, unless he... No, he'd never. To Din, you're a friend. Nothing else.

'I - I don't think I can put my hands up,' you gasp out. 'Unless you want my guts on your floor.' 'Stars, Y/N,' he mutters, and you grin weakly under your helmet, which turns to a grimace as he scoops you up, careful not to jar your gloved hands where they're pressed against your side. 'G - guess I should h - have listened to you when we were y - ounger and you t - told me I had to be more careful,' you grit out.

'Shut up,' he mutters, setting you down carefully on his cot and moving lightning fast from crate to crate, rummaging through them, cursing under his breath, the closest to panic you've ever seen. Eventually, he growls a long string of Outer Rim expletives since all he has is a needle and thread. Your eyes droop, and somehow he must know, because he practically slaps you across the helmet, the jolt making your eyes snap back open, a whimper falling from your lips, your hands weakening as they press into your wound, keeping the blood in.

'Stay awake,' he pleads. 'I'm sorry, I don't have any - any bacta. I've got to stitch you up before I leave to get any. I'm going to have to t - take this off, okay?'

'Don't - don't let me die, Din,' you pant, and you could swear you hear a choked sob as he yanks his gloves off; his warm, steady hands start ripping away your breastplate, then your undershirt, and you can't help but notice the way his calluses scrape against the scar marred skin of your stomach. You focus on the feel of it, jaw clenched, trying to blot out the pain.

'Oh Maker,' he gulps, surveying your wound, and you don't dare look, just fix your eyes on his visor, right where you know his eyes are. He threads the needle, cursing his clumsiness, and suddenly 

Blinding pain. Throbbing through your stomach, bright shafts of agony, and you swallow your scream, hands fisting in Din's sheets. You hear yourself gasping his name, but he doesn't, won't stop, apologizing again and again as he sews you back up, and dimly, your voice begs him to distract you, and then there's that soft baritone, masked by the vocoder, yet still there, still human, and you fall silent, focusing on his voice, anything but the pain, and he's whispering things you hear but don't understand, his voice engulfing you - and then it stops. The pain reduces, and the muscles you unknowingly tensed relax.

'What?' You slur. 'I'm finished. Go to sleep, cyar'ika.'

Your brain registers the last word more than the others. Sweetheart, in Mando'a. He just - Din just called you... The rest of your brain deciphers the former part of his sentence, and your eyelids slam shut.

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You wake up shivering. Din's crouched by the cot, one hand on the skin of your neck since he can't exactly touch your forehead. You giggle deliriously at the thought of taking off your helmet in front of him, and he cocks his head.

'Y/N?' He asks softly, and you become aware that the shirt on you is far too big and definitely smells like him. Underneath is some gauze over your stitches, and you can tell that he's already applied the bacta. 'This your shirt?' You slur, even though it's pretty obvious. Din turns his helmet away, and you feel his gaze move off you. 'I got the bacta too late,' he says, voice heavy with worry. 'You've got a fever.'

'Cold,' you mumble, and suddenly, he looks so warm, so inviting, and some weird part of your memory remembers Din's basically a furnace. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, yanking him towards you. No way he's caught by surprise, Din doesn't do surprised, so he must let you drag him closer so you can bury your face into the fabric of his cape, feeling the heat of his body radiating through the cloth. Happily, you sigh, one hand crawling over his shoulder to start undoing his breastplate.

'Y/N,' he chokes out as you chuck it over his shoulder and meld yourself into his chest, absorbing his warmth. 'Why are you calling me my name now? You called me cyar'ika before,' you whine, not really aware that you're speaking out loud. He freezes, then his hand cups the back of your neck and  pulls you close, stroking your hair. 'Go to sleep,' he soothes, but his voice shakes a little. 'But - ' 'I'll - I'll explain to you later,' he mutters, and touches his forehead to yours. 'Keldabe kiss,' you mumble, and he nods. 'Yeah. Sleep now.' He pauses. 'Cyar'ika.'

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You stand under the shower head in the 'fresher, wishing the hot water pummeling your skin could wash away all your worries.

You didn't actually believe it was possible to avoid Din on a ship as small as the Razor Crest until... well, until you proved yourself wrong by doing exactly that. And Din was probably doing the same, so whenever you two do pass by each other, there's a thick silence that is only punctuated by the child's coos - probably of confusion, since the two bucket headed humans which he's always seen together are now doing all they can to stay away from each other.

To be honest, you're running out of excuses to escape to a room where Din isn't. You're almost healed now, fever broken a day ago, wound near gone, thanks to the bacta Din left out for you since he's definitely not going to smear it on while you two are acting like the other doesn't exist. The wound still hurts a bit, and you know it's going to be hard to take out the stitches without help, but you'll risk pretty much anything to avoid having to talk out your whiny clinginess during the fever with Din.

You know it's going to happen eventually; one of you is going to break and blurt something out, and you're determined not to be the first, because you have no idea what the outcome will be. And because you're scared - scared that if you stop acting like nothing happened, Din will reveal that he doesn't like you like you like him and the friendship, the trust that you two had built, will all crumble to nothing but memories.

So you stay silent. And you linger in the rooms where Din is not as much as possible. Reaching to the side, you switch off the water, as usual, so Din gets some hot water too, but unlike normally, you sit down in the shower with your back to the tiles, letting the steam warm you until it gets too cold to procrastinate any longer and you're forced to dry yourself off and throw on some clothes. Just before you leave, you lift up your shirt and look at the stitches - the stitches Din made - and look at them. If they stay in any longer, they're likely to get infected. You know that you can't reach them at a good angle, and you risk injuring yourself if you take them out by yourself, but it's not like you can do anything else. Dropping the shirt hem, you slip on your helmet and unlock the 'fresher door and walk slap bang into Din.

'Sorry,' you both mutter at the same time. You move to edge around him, but he doesn't budge, or refuses to budge, so you have to stand there, in front of him, waiting for him. 'Your stitches need to be removed soon,' he says. 'Yeah,' you nod. It's torture, standing there, so close together yet so far apart. 'I should take them out.'

You press your lips together, needing to get past, to run from him. Suddenly, you burst out in a frustrated barrage of words. 'Stars, are you just going to stand there all day? What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do, Mando?' He takes a step back. You haven't called him Mando in private since you told each other your names, years ago. 'Y/N?' 'Why haven't you kicked me out of your ship yet?' You snap, knowing you've gone too far but not able to help it. 'It's obvious you don't want to look at me let alone get my stitches out so why don't you just chuck me out through the hatch and let me go be miserable somewhere else?' 'I wouldn't - I don't - ' 'Yeah, sure,' you say bitterly. 'Of course you'll get my stitches out, of course you wouldn't chuck me out the hatch, of course I'm someone you want here, of course you... of course you love me like I love you.' Your voice cracks, and if he was still before during your rant, now he's frozen. A sob threatens to break from your lips, because he's not moving, he doesn't care, of course he doesn't, and you don't want to cry in front of him, so you turn away, grab the 'fresher door handle -

A hand closes around your wrist. 'Stop.'

But you don't want to see it. You don't want to see the pitying black stare of his visor, don't want him to try and break it to you gently that he doesn't want you, so you snatch your hand back and slam the door behind you, lock it. Your helmet falls with a clang to the 'fresher floor, and you swipe at the tears blurring your vision, huddling into yourself. A lump forms in your throat, and you attempt to swallow it down, holding in your sobs because you know Din will hear them, and somehow, still, you don't want him to. You know it will hurt him. And none of this is his fault, you don't want to put this on him. Surely, this is your fault. Your fault for falling for a man who doesn't love you back.

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You don't know how much later, but you're still on the 'fresher floor, helmet off, everything unchanged but for the door; unlocked. Unlocked, because you still cling onto a small hope that he'll want you, that he'll open the door and scoop you up and... Your heart pangs, and you swipe at another tear that falls. The silence seems to swallow your sniffles which feel so pitful, so weak, and you stare balefully at the shower head, wishing that it was still you and Din, friends, and nothing more.

There's a knock on the door, and that voice sounds, forcing you to hide your face in your hands to smother another choked sob as it speaks. 'Y/N... Y/N, put on your helmet.' You don't think, you just obey his voice because you've got no life left in you, no fight. The door eases open, and he stands there. 'I - I'm not good at talking,' he starts. 'But I want you to... I... it hurts me to see you like this.' You stare at him, silent, unresponsive, hopeless now. 'Just... get to the point.' 'Y/N...' His voice cracks. 'I love you too.' He falls to his knees in front of you as you don't move so much as an inch, your tears starting again. He grabs your hand in his, and with his other, he hooks his fingers under his helmet and lifts -

Your eyes slam shut. 'No.' You gasp. 'No, Din. The - the Creed.' 'I don't care,' he growls. 'Look at me. Look at me.' You shake your head. 'Stop. Please.' 'I love you, Y/N,' he says softly. 'I love you, cyar'ika.'

Your body goes rigid, and of their own accord, your eyes open for a split second before you squeeze them shut again, but his face is engraved in your memory. Soft looking, brown curls, gentle eyes which belong wholly to Din, lips which...

He gathers you in his arms. 'I know you saw,' he whispers. 'Marry me, cyar'ika.' Your tongue speaks for you before your brain can catch up. 'Yes, Din, anything.' He kisses the beskar cheek of your helmet, and you drink in his features, those beautiful eyes, as he speaks. 'I'm sorry I didn't...' You shake your head cutting him off. 'Seriously?' You say, voice still wobbling. 'You just black mailed me. If I didn't marry you, you'd have been forced to kill me.' His laugh without the vocoder makes you melt. 'I guess I was hoping you'd say yes.'

You yank your helmet off, and his eyes have barely settled on your face before you hook an arm around his neck and pull him towards you, locking your mouth onto his. He kisses you back with the desperation of a man who needs you like he needs air, his lips soft as he tangles his hands into your hair. You pull away, glancing back at your helmet which has rolled over to rest against his.

'My cyar'ika,' he murmurs, cupping your face in his callused hands, and you turn your gaze back to him.

'My riduur.'

#star wars #din djarin #din #the mandalorian #mando #din x reader #din djarin x reader #mando x reader #this is so unnecessarily cheesy and cliche #who is slow burn idk her

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hi I just read Sleep Tips (I think it was called) by rocket man. And now I'm in the mood for more really soft sweet hurt/comfort fics. Can you recommend any where the hurt is not too big? Hopefully this makes sense. Thank you

First, browse our hurt/comfort tag, and here are some of my favorites, beginning with my favorite Klaine story ever. Enjoy! ~Lynne

Everyday  by whatIknew  [PDF/EPUB]

A few days after their 2nd wedding anniversary, Kurt is in an accident and falls into a coma. Blaine struggles with the decision to let him go, and the night before they’re set to pull the plug, Kurt wakes up. One problem: He thinks it’s 2008 and that he is 14 years old. No New Directions, no Finn and Carole, and no Blaine. Blaine helps Kurt try to remember his old life while they consider starting a new one.

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I Drove All Night by ItsNotEasyBeingQueen

Kurt and Blaine are back together, but Kurt is in NYC and Blaine is still back in Lima.  A phone call reminds Kurt of a promise he made to never let Blaine feel lonely again, and he hastily makes his way back to Ohio.  See inside for rating details.

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Blood and Fire by realmsoffreedom

He doesn’t always know what to say. Sometimes, he tries to string together what he thinks are the right words, the it’ll get better soons and the you aren’t your depressions, but he knows that they rarely help. Sometimes all he can do is sit here and hold Blaine, provide a warm body, a physical manifestation of all of those you’re not alones. If it means staying in bed all weekend, Kurt’s happy to do it. Just as long as it makes Blaine feel like someone is in his corner, even if he himself isn’t.

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Glory by Amberlovesocean

Kurt is assaulted after singing at a school dance and is left for dead, thrown aboard an empty train car at the railroad freight yard to hide the crime. He wakes up to find he’s been tossed off the car somewhere in an Oregon logging camp, 2500 miles from home. A curly-haired kid named Blaine finds Kurt and protects him by hiding him in his cabin and teaching him how to survive.

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Hail To Whatever You Found in the Sunlight That Surrounds You by Water_Nix

On the third of August in Blaine Anderson’s ninth year, something momentous happens: he sees a boy crying on the beach and decides to do something about it. What he gets in return is a best friend, a confidant, an ally to help him through the ups and downs. They spend one month together every summer. One perfect month until they are old enough to escape together. Eleven Augusts and the letters in between.

#klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #fic finder #hurt/comfort

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 2936

oh mein gott zis schoolvork is full of brainenkillen

"this is the story of how i died" <- every grad student ever

i'm so tired my brain could fall out and i wouldn't notice

my day was fine! great! until i got to joel's and checked my email and saw that discover still didn't have my information updated, so i called them and they checked the national student clearinghouse and northeastern still hadn't updated it, so o had to call northeastern, and i waited on the phone for a half an hour when i needed to be doing my homework, so i was upset and crying and anxious and stressed so i called my mom and told her and gave her the phone number and my ID number because i didn't have the time to be doing that because i literally didn't have the time for it because of my assignments, and i did my best to stop stressing and like, stop feeling guilty because my sister offered to make the payments that discover has charged to my account even though i'm in school, and that makes me feel bad because i'm always the one who needs help because i make no money and i'm broke and i have so many problems and i can't afford any of them never mind fix them, so i had to stop thinking about that and the best way of doing that besides napping, i've discovered, is reading about terrorism, which - great news! - was something i needed to do anyway! so i read a little before class and i was in class and lamented my woes to my classmates and professor and he said "if there was one person i could call for you, who would it be? i may have one silver bullet to shoot" and i almost cried because i love this guy, he's an excellent professor and he's kind and understanding and so so helpful and he's gonna talk to my advisor who is also not responding to me to see if she can call the people who can change my verification status and hopefully that'll be resolved tomorrow because this sword is hanging over my head and it's gonna fuckin hurt to the tune of $2500 if i don't get it done asap, which, HA, i don't have because i'm broke as fuck.

i was able to finish my discussion board post after class, even though i ended up missing game tonight because i was working on it. i think it's good. it's long, but it's good. it's organized and it flows well. it's well-divided. blah.

i just wanna sleep for a million years. i've been such a mess today, i feel like i deserve it.

i want cuddles from the joel. he's still up working on something, but i hope he comes and hugs me soon. i require affection.

but i did get to tell my therapist this morning that i like the person i am, and that i've accepted my disabilities and illnesses as part of who i am, that they've shaped the person i am now and that i'm not worse for it, but that i'm better for it and stronger for acknowledging it as opposed to letting it take me over. so that's good.

and momma got me some more color today, for my wardrobe, and i gotta also figure out if i'm gonna be able to go on vacation with my momma or not. i may go for a few days and come back. i think that'll be good.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #2000s #2900s #sunshine boy

[90th1k1k0m0r1]

my job is safe for now!! this company’s disciplinary system is ridiculously complex but i basically have no room for mistakes now. i can’t make any more errors or let my production fall for a year and i cant be late at all before late april, can’t call out until october. i pulled the tower for may so i think i might lose my job then.

worked out a new system to save money, i have a new checking account and debit card just for expenses, old one is for fun money and everything else goes into savings. i qualified for gain share at my job somehow so my pay is just short of $19 an hour (excluding days i use my pto). i should be able to put roughly $500 into my savings every check, anything leftover in my expenses account is gonna go into my savings too, but i’ll let myself keep any fun money i dont spend. i need to save as much fun money as i can now because i’m going on a trip with my friends in april and i’ll need some money for that. i should be able to put something between $2500-$4000 into my savings before i suspect i’ll get fired if i stick to this, hopefully my new system makes it easier.

still need to get my teeth fixed, i got back on my mom’s insurance but it only lasts until my next birthday in august. gonna go ahead and schedule one of my two free cleanings on monday. i might get them to fix the worst of my teeth (two of them are really bad) but i don’t want to bite the bullet on that until the last minute just so i know i have the money to do it without decimating my savings. i think my wisdom teeth are starting to shift my other teeth but i can’t afford to fix it so im gonna try not to worry about it. if i still have my job next december i might be able to sign up for my job’s dental insurance. I’m not completely sure they ever offer it, even if they do it’ll certainly be worse than my mom’s but it’s better than nothing.

i should be fine if/when i get fired. if i save right i should have enough money for my car payment for 6-ish months by may and i dont think my mom is gonna make me start paying my car insurance until september (it’s so expensive though it’s like $500). i’ll be able to get unemployment and my big boss will speak well of me regardless of what happens at my job. i got a few interview requests from construction companies with just my forklift experience. that combined with the experience in general maintenance and drywall that i’ll get working with my dad should give me an advantage in getting a construction job. no matter what i’ll have a place to sleep.

[bbysamu]

Haikyuu boys when he’s asleep and you ask for his credit card to buy something ridiculously expensive 

featuring:: BOKUTO Kotaro, MATSUKAWA Issei, SUNA Rintaro, AONE Takanobu

genre:: TikTok 

warnings:: none!

inspired by:: @noelleagcaoili’s tiktok 

❥ BOKUTO Kotaro 

“Ko, wake up!” You shake him once, then twice, finally waking your husband up. Bokuto blinks before breaking out into a grin, “hi pretty lady, are you my wife?” “yes, now give me your credit card.” “okay, my pretty wife.” He gives you his card and turns back to sleep. About two hours later, Bokuto emerges from his nap and snakes his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder, “what’d you buy?” You put on your best excited expression, “an autographed BTS album and it was on sale!” Bokuto’s eyes mirrored your excitement, “really? how much was it?” “$8,000!” Bokuto drops his arms in horror, “wait, Y/n you serious?” The look in your eyes got him dramatically taking a step backward. “Ko, I thought you’d be happy for me! you know I've always wanted an autographed BTS album.” “but it’s $8,000!” “yeah it’s a steal.” “I'm going to need to take another nap and hopefully when I wake up it’s just a dream.” You giggle, “you don’t need to do that, I'll tell you right now. It’s just a prank.” He visibly relaxes before collapsing onto the sofa. “thanks for almost giving me a heart attack babe. Please come here and kiss it better.” 

❥ MATSUKAWA Issei 

You jumped onto the lump under the blankets. “oof!” your husband immediately wakes up and cages you in his arms, “what’s the meaning of this? princess, I was sleeping!” “hurry, give me your wallet, I need to buy a limited edition t-shirt.” “okay.” He hands you his card and pushes you off him. About an hour later, Matsukawa walks into the living room and leans against the frame of the door as he asks, “so did you get the shirt?” You grin up at him, “yup! and guess what issei? it was only $2500!” He immediately straightens up, “Y/N! are you kidding me? ONLY $2500?” “yeah...do you know what the original price was? $5000! I got a 50% discount!” He plops down on the sofa next to you, trying his very best to control his anger as he pleads with you. “is it refundable?” “nope, it’s a done deal.” He explodes, “PRINCESS! Why would you spend $2500 on a single t-shirt! We could’ve use that money to go traveling or something.” “I mean we still could.” “how? unless you got another $2500 lying around somewhere.” “yeah, I do because it’s just a prank.” Matsukawa processes your words and stands up and leaves. “I love you baby!” “shut up!” 

❥ SUNA Rintaro 

It’s a risky prank because your husband hates nothing more than being woken up over something stupid. “babe?” no response. “rin?” again, you’re met with silence. “Suna Rintaro, wake up right now.” He finally rolls over, sleepy eyes meeting yours. “yes, what do you need?” You give him your sweetest smile, “may I have your credit card please?” He hands you his card, “nothing over 500 okay? we’re on a tight budget lately.” You kiss him in response, “no promises!” You return his card 30 minutes later, “here you go, handsome.” He pulls the blanket over his head, mumbling, “how much did you spend?” “$2,000.” He doesn’t respond for the longest time. You thought he might have suffocated under the cover. “Rin?” “what?” “didn’t you hear me? I said $2,000.” “yeah I did.” “you’re not mad?” “I am but you also forget I'm on tiktok, so jokes on you.” You pout, “you’re no fun.” He pulls down his cover, “I'm no fun? you’re no fun for disrupting my sleep.” He opens the blanket, an invitation, “now come here and cuddle with me before I change my mind.” 

❥ AONE Takanobu

“wake up!” The hard slap on his chest immediately jerked Aone awake. “what’s wrong?” “There’s a $1,000 dollar brush set on sale right now at Sephora. Give me your credit card.” Your husband sleepily reaches over to the nightstand, large hands fumbling with his tiny wallet as he picks out his card. He hands it to you silently and goes back to sleep. 30 seconds later, his eyes springs wide open. “how much did you say it was?” You bite your cheeks from laughing as you nonchalantly reply, “1,000 dollars.” “oh okay. $100.” “no, I said $1,000.” He sits up and stares at you with his tired eyes, “honey, are you serious? $1,000?” He sighs before looking back up at you, “do you really like it?” You nod. “fine get it then.” You burst out into laughters and climb into bed with your husband, wrapping your arms around him, “it’s just a prank babe, I'd never spend the much on some brushes.” You feel his body relax visibly, “okay. can I sleep now?” “only if you I can be your big spoon.” “yes, be my big spoon.”

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[klbwriting]

Pirate’s Heart - Chapter 5

Parade Music Part 1

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: Kaz/female!Reader

Summary: Y/N is saved and Kaz finds something troubling

Notes: so this was originally going to be longer but it was getting to be like 2500 words and I figured I would split it into 2 chapters, also we get to see how Y/N and Kaz met and the flirting is just *chef’s kiss*

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(its been too long since I’ve seen Milo)

This is parade music

Good grade music

Party like you just paid or got laid music

              Kaz had panicked when they started going to fast in the boat, they all looked shocked as Y/N was just pushing them, moving so fast in the water. Then he felt the boat falter for just a moment and blood was moving behind her legs in the water.  A bullet must have hit her and for whatever reason Kaz felt his heart was in his throat, worried she might stop and they would all be killed, worried that she was going to die.  He wasn’t sure at what point in this little jaunt he had really gotten attached to Lady Heartless but now he was.  They had always been friendly, even as rivals, but he never felt worried about her.

              Just after he was made captain of the Crow their small crew needed money to get more hands on deck so they had decided to hit up a small navy treasury on Port Du Nonce.  They noticed another ship was there, a pleasure vessel that they ignored, assuming it was just for the men.  They were even excited, hopefully most of the guards would have abandoned their posts to go party for the night.  They were shocked to find the guards dead, all of them.  Inside the treasury was a small group of young women, putting the money and gold bullion into bags and barrels.  

              “Can we help you gentlemen?” one of the women, the oldest of the group asked, holding her machete casually at her side, a pistol poised in her other hand. Kaz had considered his options, there were more of her crew than theirs, the odds were not good.

              “Who are you?” he asked, glaring.  He had wanted to make a striking first impression on his first job but clearly this would not be happening.  

              “I am…” the woman paused as if no one had asked her that before.  “Lady Heartless.”  Kaz had laughed at that.  What a dumb name.  “Have you come to steal our treasure?”

              “No, we came to steal Pekka Rollins treasure, but it appears you’ve done that already,” he said.  He didn’t know the moment it happened but something shifted then, maybe it was something he said or did but she put her weapons away and snapped her fingers.

              “Come on ladies, we have enough treasure, let’s leave the rest for the boys here,” she said.  The girls just nodded and grabbed onto what they were carrying.  She picked up a couple full bags of her own.  “There, now we each have some treasure to get our pirate careers going.  Take this half and stay out of my life, I’ve already had my life ruined once I don’t want it happening again.”  Kaz had watched her walk away and in that moment decided he was going to mess with her, fuck up every heist she tried to do if he could, generosity was a weakness he would exploit at every turn.  

              At first that’s what he did, he would do any job that he thought she might be at, noticing her pattern of only attacking pleasure vessels or navy treasuries or mining sights, anything that Rollins had a hand in.  His uncle must have done whatever she had said had ruined her life. They met often at first and finally she had gotten tired of him.  

              “You are ruining my life,” she one night when she had just finished kicking his ass and taking a job out from under him, something he normally did to her. “Now, stay down and don’t make me shoot you.  You’re a boy trying to be a man, grow up a little bit before you try crossing me again.”  

              “I’m not here to ruin your life, only fuck up your night,” he said, moving to stand.  She sighed and shook her head.

              “I really didn’t want to do this,” she muttered.  He lunged for her, ready to take her out with his cane, when she shot him.  It only grazed him really but it was the first time he had been shot and instead of pushing through it and attacking he just grabbed her sleeve, pulling it down and seeing the scarring on her chest.  It was then, as he lay bleeding, that he put together who she was.  

              “Wait…” he had called but she kept walking, yelling for his crewmates to come retrieve him before leaving him there.  

              Kaz touched the scar on his side from her shooting him as he cleaned up from their job.  She had been taken to his medic’s room to be looked at and he had sent the others to clean up.  The ship was in a state of paused motion right now, everything seeming slow as they waited to hear about the other captain.  He knew that the others had questions, but it wasn’t his place to answer them.  He had left them waiting for word on her while he changed and wiped off the blood. He had already been sick from what had been happening but seeing her carried below, pale and mumbling incoherently had made it worse.  He couldn’t stomach going to see her while she was worked on so instead he decided to go through the bag she had retrieved.

              He hid the will and all of Rollins’s identification papers, knowing that the crew did not need to know about any of that.  He counted the heaps of money and bonds finding that there more than he thought before.  This was enough for both ships to function for a year without needing to do another job. He set them aside and started to pour through the business documents, wanting to see what was going on amongst the islands.  He froze when he found a parchment that held plans for harnessing the power of a sea witch to destroy the reef and open them back up to the world again.  That would be a problem.  More access meant more pirates, more competition.  Kaz clenched his jaw, he didn’t like the sound of this. He slid that paper aside to show Y/N later, if she survived.  He was just finishing a rather boring stacks of documents when Jesper came in without knocking.

              “Didn’t I tell you next time you came in unannounced you would lose a finger?” Kaz asked, looking up from the parchment.  Jesper took a step back out the door and knocked on it.  Kaz nodded, not really wanting to get more blood on him tonight anyway.  

              “I just wanted to let you know that Y/N is ok, awake, the medic gave her a crutch to use and why the hell didn’t anyone tell us she could do that? What is she?” Jesper asked.  Kaz glared at him.  “You know what, I will just go and ask her, um, goodnight.”  He closed the door in a hurry.  Kaz let out a breath of relief and sat back, a small smile coming to his face.

                Y/N woke up, sitting up quick and gripping her head.  It ached like someone had hit her with a hammer.  She looked around the small cabin, slowly figuring out that it was the medic’s room.  She looked at her leg, seeing her pantleg pushed up to her knee, a bandage wrapped around it.  There was a crutch leaning on the bed.  She gingerly swung her legs over the side and stood, leaning on the crutch.  She remembered swimming and the pain, she must have been shot during the escape.  She needed to get some seawater and kelp, that should help her heal faster. She pushed open the door of the cabin and walked out.  Inej and Nina were waiting for her.

              “Let us help you,” Nina said, offering her arm.   Y/N took it gratefully and walked to the steps.  “What do you need?”

              “Find out if they have any kelp and seawater aboard, I don’t think I can swim enough to get it myself, it’ll help me heal up faster,” she said.  Inej nodded and went off to do as asked.  “When she gets back I’ll explain everything.” Nina smiled.

              “Its ok, we kind of figured you were a mermaid with the whole finding you in the jungle thing, and you know not aging for 5 years,” she said.   Y/N laughed a little, feeling a great fondness for her ladies.  She wished she could love them, she really did.  

              “Yes, but I didn’t tell you everything and you should know, I mean, I’m sure you’ve pieced together parts of my story, but I should tell you both all of it,” she said.  Nina got her above deck and sat her on a bench near the side of the ship.  She stretched out her leg and saw the rest of the crew eyeing her.  Ah, so everyone knew there was mermaid aboard now, great.  Inej soon came back with some kelp and fresh seawater.  

              “Captain Kaz told them to get it after he knew you survived,” she said. Y/N raised an eyebrow but just nodded, taking the kelp and dipping it in seawater.  “Nina, remove the bandage please.”  Nina did as asked, her fingers quick and concise.  Once removed Y/N handed her the kelp.  “Now wrap that like a bandage.”  Once again the girl did as asked before sitting back.  

              “How does that help?” Nina asked.  

              “Mermaids get their abilities from the water, we are born into it and we spend our lives taking care of it and the creatures in it so it in turn takes care of us.  I’m sure you saw me swimming, it gives us some extra strength and speed in the water and also can help us heal quickly.  That wound should be gone in a couple days.  Send word to the Menagerie to meet us at the rendezvous point at Pirate Island,” she said.  Inej ran off to do that.  Jesper, Matthias, and Wylan joined them soon, offering their regards and telling her they were happy she was alive.  She looked at the stern and saw Kaz watching her.  He didn’t approach so she just nodded to him and he nodded back to her.  

              During the voyage to Pirate Island, the farthest island from Argoes, Y/N slept a lot in Kaz’s room, healing up.  Kaz avoided his room mostly, only sleeping in short bursts so that he could not be around her.  She looked dead still when she slept and he couldn’t handle it.  After Jordie he couldn’t handle someone else he cared about being hurt like this.  He scowled at himself.  Admitting he cared for Y/N just annoyed him, he already cared too much about other people and its not like she could ever really care about him.  She could like him enough to not want him to die, but actually care?  Never.

              He hadn’t meant to be in the room when she woke up but here she was, just a few hours before they would be getting to their destination, sitting up, looking much better, eyes finally focused and sharp again.  Kaz had been coming in to change his shirt but stopped, trying to close the door again but she had seen him.

              “Kaz Brekker get in here and acknowledge that I’m alive,” she demanded. He groaned internally.  This fucking woman.  He entered, glaring at her.  “Don’t be like you’re happy I’m still breathing.”  He dropped the glare but still didn’t look pleased.

              “What do you want?  Aren’t you still resting?” he asked, leaning to his cane.  She leaned down and peeled the kelp from her leg, showing him a scar where the wound had been.  “Miracles seem to happen every day for you it seems.”

              “Not the day I met you cranky,” she grumbled.  This brought out the glare again.  “Why have you been avoiding me?  We should be talking about what we found from Rollins’s desk and how to divvy up the cash.”  Kaz didn’t want to answer her question so he avoided it.

              “There’s enough in there for each of us to live a year without actually pirating,” Kaz said.  Y/N’s face broke out in a grin that rivaled the sun.  “We can do the official split after the party.”

              “Party?” she asked.  Kaz was throwing a party?

              “It’s the biggest bounty we’ve had in years, the men want to have a party. They also wanted me to ask for your ladies to join if they want,” he said.  

              “Yes of course as long as they behave, anyone giving trouble will have body parts removed,” Y/N said.  Kaz agreed to her stipulations before moving on to the next issue.

              “We have a problem, Rollins has plans to harness a sea witch’s power to try and break the reef again,” he said.  Her eyes widened.  “More access to these islands means more competition for us, less loot to go around.”

              “It would mean that Rollins would get unlimited power too, if the sea witch’s power is strong enough to break the reef it could possibly be strong enough to do much more to the rest of the world,” she said.  Kaz looked at her surprised, having not thought about that.

              “What would give a sea witch that kind of power?” he asked although he was pretty sure he already knew.

              “The heart of a rare tail mermaid,” she answered.  “Well, we have the plans, is there a map?”

              “Yes, to a spot near Argoes.”

              “Horus’s home, they probably don’t know how to summon them, shit, now that Rollins knows I’m alive he’ll probably try to find me.  Fuck, I’m going to have to abandon the Menagerie until this is over, I can’t put those woman at risk over my own stupidity,” she said, throwing the useless kelp across the room.  “He knows I’m alive, he knows I know how to summon a sea witch.  I’m sorry Kaz, me just being here is going to put you in danger…”

              “I’m not worried about that, I’m worried about how we’re getting you to this Horus’s home to summon them,” he said.  She snorted a laugh.

              “You think that I’m just going to waltz in there and somehow get their power? They wear their power in a crystal around their neck, it would take a master thief or magician…”

              “Good think I’m both of those things,” Kaz said.  She looked at him.  

              “When do we tell the crew?” she asked.  

              “After the party, let them have some fun before we start putting their lives in danger again,” he said.   Y/N nodded. “Will you…join me at the party?”

              “Are you asking me on a date Kaz Brekker?” she asked, hoping she didn’t bely how pleasing the idea was.  Kaz smirked and shook his head.

              “No, I just know everyone would like to see you there looking healthy after you almost died on us,” he said.  “Morale booster and all.”   Y/N looked at him and smiled, he was telling her half of the truth.

              “Admit it, you just are too nervous to ask me on a date.”

              “Would you even say yes if I did?”

              “Ask and you’ll find out.”  Kaz opened his mouth to speak but they heard the call for land above them so instead he stood and headed out the door.  Y/N smiled after him and for the first time she felt a pang of something new in her soul, she couldn’t identify it but it was something that only Kaz seemed to bring out in her.  

#six of crows #kaz brekker x reader #kaz x reader #kazbrekker #kaz brekker #kaz #pirate kaz brekker #pirates heart series

[spinchip]

ooo if you're taking prompts maybe something with amara? i'd love to see her and zane talk about seer stuff and goof off together

A/N: This got out of hand. 2500 words, it’s some Zane and Amara bonding, then Zane gets a scary vision and Amara and Alma help him through it. Warning for Zanes vision: blood, gore, body horror. no main characters or ocs are hurt!

Amara hit the training mat with a grunt, rolling across the soft of it with the force of the throw, letting her arms flop uselessly as she splayed out on her back. She heaves out a breath, sweat slick on her forehead and frizzing the edges of her hair.

“I think i’m starting to get it!” She announces, breathless, and Zane grins behind his hand. Amara may have an affinity for things to do with psychics and visions, but martial arts was a bit out of her skill level.

Lloyd smiles apologetically, hands on his knees as he leans over her, “I’ll try coming in a little easier and give you a chance to practice the counter in slow motion.”

“You know, that sounds good and all, but i think i might sit this next little bit out. Gonna let the lesson sink in a little, you know? Sleep on it and all.” She nods to herself, folding her hands over her stomach as if she’s totally meant to be laying in the middle of the training ground.

“Sounds good.” Lloyd laughs and lets her off easy, offering his hand to pull her up.

After working together to get her off the ground, Amara presses a hand to the stitch in her side and hobbles her way over to the others, who’d been watching the impromptu training session with amused eyes, “That’s the last time I watch you train.” She mutters when she gets within hearing range, giving Zane a teasing stink eye.

Cole takes her spot, running a few drills with Lloyd in a much smoother and confident way than Amara had. She seems unbothered, stretching out her tense muscles.

“You did very well for your first time.” Zane offers, moving into a simple yoga pose that he motions for Amara to imitate.

“Thanks.” She sighs deeply, rolling her shoulders, “I try to keep myself in alright shape, but this was a bit more advanced than jogging or lifting weights.” She mutters, shifting into the tree pose, letting her body cool down from the heavy workout, “Grandma works out too. Keeping your body active helps keep your mind active, most seers try and hold a healthy routine.”

“Physical exercise helps with visions?”

Amara shrugs, “Exercise, eating right, meditation, all that. Your body is a temple or something. These abilities we have cost you, the toll they take can be rough if you’re not prepared, though I suppose you’d have an advantage on the physical effects. A heart attack wouldn’t affect you.” She hums, mulling that over as they break pose. They run through a few more together until Lloyd signals they should clean up. “Thanks for the yoga, hopefully that will help my sore muscles.”

“Would have worked better if you had not talked through most of it.” He jokes.

“Everything I had to say was very important.”

Lloyd claps his hands, “Alright, I think we can call it for today. Great work everybody.”

“Cool, I could use a shower.” Kai sighs dreamily at the thought of it as they all gather their water bottles and towels.

Nya wrinkles her nose, “You can say that again!”

It’s not really all that funny, but the others laugh anyway, and Zane smiles along with them. It’d been a good day, he’d made some great stride that morning with Geand Seer Mirai in getting more comfortable using his seer abilities, and Amara had come to watch them train- and even agreed, at his insistence, to do some defensive training as well. He was worried about her being caught up with the Ninja when she couldn’t properly defend himself. They’d gotten a lot done that day, and he felt good.

He sighs, feeling the cool breeze on his face for just a moment longer, and then he turns to follow his friends insi-

Water sloshes around his ankles and he stumbles at the thickness of it, kicking liquid everywhere as he tries to catch himself. he blinks, disoriented- the horizon yawns around him, red water stretching endlessly across the skyline- the monasteries courtyard has vanished, open sky swallowing everything he can see. The sky is a hellish orange, boundless and never ending, the sun a suffocating weight in the sky and spots dance in his eyes when he glances too close, the heat threatening to hold him too tightly, wringing the strength from his body with it’s burn. The air is heavy and thick and dragging across his shoulders, the smell of rot and decay sitting slick and cloying on his tongue, filling his head until he gags with it.

The liquid soaking into his pants is not water.

There’s so much blood it pulls at his ankles, so much gore it spills across even the farthest point in the horizon. There’s no sign of land, no point he can get to to save himself, his gi is turning crimson and tacky where it clings to metal. He can feel it inside his mechanics. He scrambles back, stumbling over unseen lumps below the surface. His shoes slide on something slippery and wet and he trips backwards, blood sloshing around him as he hits the surface, and it sinks and stains his clothes, his hair, his skin. He’s frantic, scrambling to his knees to try and push himself back to his feet when he realizes what he’d slid on.

Skin, hair, teeth, bone.

Bodies rise to the surface, all in different states of decay, all of their rib cages torn out- a bloody, gaping hole where their hearts should be, blood pouring from the wounds as if they were fresh. Mouths hang open, eyes roll back to expose the whites, hands curled and twisted in on themselves.

Confusion and panic paralyze him, where is he? Where are his friends? He’s alone. He’s alone! What is he supposed to do?

The blood ripples, Hands surge up and up, the bodies undulating and moving to grasp at him. Sightless eyes and broken jaws and torn flesh moving and searching and hunting. Their fingers dig into his clothes, lock around his wrists- The pool beneath him heaves, yanking him down and he sinks to his chin before his processor kickstarts back to life and he struggles against the pull. His head’s tipped back, gasping against the blood that threatens to fill his mouth, straining against their strength in panicked, wheezing breaths.

They yank again and raw pain flares up his joints as if they were attempting to pull his arms off with the force of it. The dead wail, and it’s an ugly, nails-on-chalkboard thing- a cacophony of noise, and endless screaming, until they all coordinate enough to say, “YOU HAVE TO COME IN.” a thousand voices overlapping in pain and anger and fear, the jaws of the dead moving lifelessly, “GO UNDER.” they scream and whisper all around him.

The next tug is too strong, and the blood floods his senses, swallowing him up beneath the horror of it all. Once they drag him under, the hands vanish and he kicks out with his legs and surges upwards- but the surface is gone, nothing but endless red that begins to move, a current, dragging at his clothes and his eyes and his hair. He doesn’t need to breathe but he holds his breath on instinct alone, swept alongside bodies that don’t grab at him until he spots a black hole opening up before them, swallowing down everything, consuming all in it’s path. Panic seizes him again, the hole is- it’s nothing, there is nothing there, there is nothing past there, and when he passes through it he’ll be nothing too. He cant fight it, it’s getting closer and closer- he’s dying he’s dying he’s so so hungry-

Hands on his face, bright light, he’s sitting on the ground- wasn’t he just floating? he’s trembling all over, someone is running soothing hands over his face, the sun is warm and familiar above him. Was he alive?

“Where am I?” his words run together so badly he’s not sure anyone understands him, the black hole is gone, the bodies are gone.

He grabs at his shirt frantically, yanking on it- white. No blood. The blood is gone. It felt so real. Is any of this real?

“Shhh,” hands on his face, not grasping, not forceful, not pulling him under, running over his cheek bones, his forehead, petting at him gently. Her voice is filtering through the unreality he’s stuck in, “Shhh…y… t… yo… hom… sty... Zane.”

“I am Zane.” He grasps that, he knows that, it’s real. He’s Zane. He’s a ninja. Shouldn’t the metal he’s made of be stained red? There was so much of it. He digs his fingers into the surface he’s sitting on, grit beneath his artificial nails.

“You had a vision,” Her voice breaks through as a whisper, his eyes obey and start to focus- the sky is blue, the sun is warm but not sharp, there’s dirt under his hands. He feels so far away from it all, like his head is full of cotton, like he’s looking at the girl in front of him from a set of eyes just behind his own. “You had a vision, it was scary. What you're seeing right now is real, Zane. You’re in the monastery courtyard. We were training, do you remember training with me?”

The memories are foggy and hard to grasp, “Amara.”

She leans forward and presses their foreheads together, the pink of her eyes something he can focus on, the contact bringing him back to earth, “You can get through this, Zane.” She presses closer, the comfort of the contact making the panic wane.

Grounding. he needs to ground. He focuses on the way the fabric of his clothes feel against his metal skin, bringing his hands back up to twist in the fabric of his gi. He traces the near imperceptible freckles on the bridge of her nose with his eyes, he lets her hands on his face draw the last dregs of panic from him.

He blinks, the world overexposed and bright, so much more comforting than the glaring orange from before. He’s in the monastery courtyard, Amara is here. He was just training with his friends, before he was in the river of blood. No- that was a vision? It wasn’t real. This is real.

“Come back. I’m right here.” She coaxes him gently, guiding the floating edges of his consciousness back home.

He unclenches his hands where they’ve twisted up his shirt and latches onto her, hiding his face in the crook of her neck, clinging to her. Sweat and vanilla floods his senses, not unpleasant only because of her arms around him. She caresses the back of his head soothingly, her fingernails catching in the short scruff at the base of his neck. He knows he’s crying, he can’t help it.

He doesn’t know how long they sit like that, but when the sobs subside and he finally pulls away, Grand Seer Mirai is crouched at his side. Amara sits back in his lap, smiling softly and running a hand in soothing circles over his shoulders, “Hey.” She whispers.

“Hey.” His voice modulator is rough, he doesn't bother correcting it.

“Glad to see you’re back with us, Honey.” Mirai says quietly. She takes his cheek gently and turns his head toward her, wiping at his face with a warm washcloth, thin layers of ice cracking and flaking off, “How are you feeling?”

Dread crawls up his throat and before he can think better of it he tells her, too honestly, “I’m really scared.”

Amara reaches out and holds his hand reassuringly, shuffling closer where she’s tangled up in his legs. Mirai keeps cleaning his face, “It’s okay to be afraid. Visions are disorienting, frightening things- they’re simpler when you sleep, the line between dreams and reality much easier to find- visions in broad daylight are harder. You are doing great, Honey.”

She sits back, “Why don’t we go inside? I can make you some tea, and we can talk about what happened. Your friends are worried about you.”

Zane nods, and Amara crawls out of his lap, lacing their fingers together so she can help him to his feet. He sways dangerously when they first stand and she presses close to his side, a long moment passes before he feels confident attempting to move and she’s with him every step of the way, “I’m here to help.” She says, her support at his side stabilizing him.

The cool of the monastery is welcome, the heat of the sun vanishing off his shoulders. Mirai guides them into the living room and Amara sits on the couch, patting the cushion next to her. Zane practically collapses onto it, and she throws her legs over his lap, leaning over to wrap her arms around him. Normally, the contact would be too much, but with the horror and disconnect from his vision still sticky on his skin, the touch helps. Time passes fuzzy and disorienting, he’s not sure how long he’s sitting there before Mirai hands him a cup of tea.

Amara accepts hers from her grandmother eagerly, wrapping her hands around the hot cup with a contented sigh. Zane realizes only after he tries to drink his why she’s huddling over her cup. His is frozen solid- she’s cold. He’s making her cold.

He takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and squashing the swell of power that has been trapped in the bubble of terror still caught in his chest. Amara straightens up next to him in surprise, the chill she’d been dealing with vanishing from the air.

When he opens his eyes again, he feels more in control than before. He still feels awful and mixed up and a little disoriented, but he can control his powers again, and that gives him another anchor to focus on. Mirai smiles from where she’s sitting on the floor next to them, and reaches over to the coffee table to prepare him another cup of tea. The lights are off, sunlight from the far window enough to see by. There’s a blanket draped over his shoulders he doesn’t remember being given. The Grand Seer has a tea set prepared on a tray, tea, sugar, honey- everything you could need.

She hands him another cup, taking his previous, and he is quietly proud when he doesn't instantly freeze it.

“How are you feeling?” Amara asks once he’s taken his first sip.

“Better.” He admits, “Are you alright? My powers…” He doesn’t know how to finish that sentence, losing his words.

She gets it anyway, “I’m fine,” She reassures him, “You never got cold enough to hurt me.”

“That took a lot of strength,” Mirai praises him quietly, “You were gone in a vision, yet you still had the power to control yourself.”

Amara hands her grandmother her empty cup, smiling at Zane, “We’re really proud of you.”

He smiles weakly and doesn’t feel strong at all.

#zane julien #ninjago #ninjago oc alma #ninjago oc amara #spinchip fic #blood #gore #body horror #Anonymous

[henryobsessed]

The Widow and The Witcher Chapter 11

Summery: Geralt goes to fight the Bruxa and Julia is bonding with Ciri

Word Count: 2500

Warning: Fight Scene, Supernatural event

A/N This is my first fight scene so if this is your thing would love some pointers :) 

Chapter 11

It had taken a full morning to gather his items from the merchants, and the Villager had met Geralt in the marketplace at noon. After eating a quick meal, they set off. It was a quiet Journey, the Villager whose name was Nial only spoke when necessary which suited Geralt's mood. That night they bedded down at a tavern in the next town. Geralt didn't sleep well, instead, his mind kept running through his plan of attack. The Bruxa had uncanny speed and invisibility so he would need the element of surprise, to catch it in the act of enticing someone. He would only have one chance, once it knew he was there he would have to act fast. Hopefully, striking it with his silver sword and if not then last resort allowing it to bite him which was not an option he wished to pursue.

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The day Geralt had left, Julia thankfully had no clients. During the morning Ciri and Julia had distracted themselves in the kitchen with Nessie learning how to bake Nessie's famous chocolate chip cookies. That afternoon Ciri stood in front of a Tobias and 10 other men, she held her sword and instructed them in the art of defensive sword techniques. "Remember to block your opponent, then think strategically don't just act out of anger." Dividing them into pairs they then began to practice her sword movements. Geralt had left instructions for Ciri to teach Tobias and any servants from the estate who wished to learn so there would be more than one prepared to fight.

While they practised Renee and Julia walked in the gardens picking flowers to brighten the bedrooms and the dining hall. As Julia was admiring the vivid colours of the roses, Renee settled her basket next to hers "Julia, I have to tell you something." Julia turned regarding Renee, her young friend seemed to be bursting at the seams with a joy that seemed to radiate from her being. Renee placed her hands on her belly and just smiled at Julia nodding. Pulling Renee into a hug she squeezed her friend, who she now considered as a daughter. Smiling she said "oh Renee, that is so exciting. How long have you known?" blushing Renee said, "I think this is a honeymoon baby"

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The following two days Geralt and Nial travelled at a steady pace arriving at his Village late on the third day. The weary travellers were greeted by Nial's wife Anna along with their youngest daughter. Anna led them into the small cottage. They were not poor, but it was a modest home with a single area that served as a living and eating area, as well as the kitchen. Off to the right of this room were two doors leading to the bedrooms one for the parents and one for the children. They shared a simple meal together of steamed vegetables. Together they sat on cushions on the floor around a small low table which held the steaming bowls of food and their cups of water.

Even though they had a terrible loss, there was a palpable love that was shared between them. It was made evident by a look, a gentle touch, and words of praise as Nial said "Anna, this is a beautiful meal. I have missed your cooking while we have been apart." Once the meal was finished Nial's daughter curled up in her father's lap a peace falling over the child's face as the adults talked. Nial making sure his daughter safely tucked in his arms was sleeping directed a more pointed conversation to Geralt "How are you going to catch and kill this monster. What will be your needs to accomplish this?"

Geralt looked to both Nial and Anna expecting to see anger, revenge on their faces but instead saw only sadness. Anna had moved to lean into Nial at this point and the family unit made Geralt's arms ache for Julia and Ciri. Lowering his head he looked at his hands, unsure of how to answer Nial's question. Looking back up to the grieving family he spoke "I will need to be diligent to keep watch to see if any more young men are enticed away from the village. Once I see that I will be able to follow and dispatch the Bruxa. They are cunning and unless they feel safe will not venture near again. I will sleep in this room as the window faces the forest. I should be able to see from this vantage point."

At this the small group fell silent, the weight of what was ahead for the Witcher weighed heavily on his mind. The small family also sensed this and quietly went about setting up for bed. Geralt watched as Nial stood his sleeping child in his arms. A look of love on his face as he gazed at her while walking to her room. Anna moved silently and quickly, setting up a pallet for Geralt to sleep or rest on as he kept watch from the window. She came to his side and placing a small hand on his arm whispered "Thank you for coming, we are praying to the unnamed God that you are successful in your hunt. We don't want any more families to have to endure the pain we have felt." She shyly reached up and kissed him on the cheek before exiting the room.

Geralt's hand went to his cheek, this was the first time outside of Wolnosci that he had been treated with such care. What was it about these people who sprouted homage to this unnamed God! Frustration was building in Geralt, he missed Julia, missed Ciri, and even missed the dam mundane of the estate. Looking out the window he tried to focus to adjust his eyes to the night. An hour passed as he tried to keep his mind focused and then he saw movement.

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Julia had not been able to relax since Geralt had left three days ago. Renee and Ciri had tried everything to distract her and Renee had almost succeeded with her news. However here she was again full of worry. Ciri, Renee, and Tobias were doing sums over at the table in the library when Ciri looked over to Julia. She was sitting in her chair staring into the flames again her hands balling in her skirt brow furrowed. Wishing she could do something to ease Julia's worry she spoke to Tobias " Can I be excused, I think I need to go talk with Julia" seeing the concern in Ciri's eyes he excused her.

Ciri walked over to Julia and knelt by her chair, taking Julia's balled hands in hers. This startled Julia who looked down at the child with surprise. Seeing the child wanted to be with her she moved to the rug on the floor just as she would have with Geralt. Maneuvering themselves so Ciri was cuddled into Julia, her arms around the young girl Julia sighed. How did this precious child know she needed this physical contact? Ciri spoke quietly "Julia, Geralt will be ok. He's one of the best of the Witcher's." The young girl's voice held so much conviction Julia could not help but be soothed. Sighing Julia stroked Ciri's arm and responded "I know Ciri, but when you care about someone so deeply. It's hard to trust that they will be ok. You want the best for them, and you want to protect them. I hate that he is putting himself in harm's way. That I'm not there to help him if he is injured." Ciri knew what Julia was saying. She herself had pleaded with Geralt to take her with him so she could fight alongside him. It had only been Geralt extracting a promise to stay and protect Julia that made her agree to let him go.

The clock over the mantel struck 10 and as they all prepared to retire for the night Ciri looked to Julia. Feeling Julia needed more comfort Ciri asked: "Can sleep with you tonight?" Julia also sensing the child needed comfort agreed. Together they walked back to her room. Changing into there nightgowns they moved between the warmed sheets and Julia tucked Ciri into her arms. As Ciri's breathing started to even out, indicating she was falling asleep, Julia looked at the child in her arms. This child who had been unexpected had grown on Julia, and right now she was feeling a warm maternal love growing deeper inside her heart for Geralt's child surprise.

Geralt moved silently amongst the trees, just ahead of him he could see the young man and the tall raven-haired beauty. Her skin so white it glowed under the moon's rays making her hair stand out even more stark against her silhouette. She and the boy stood amongst the trees, her body leaning toward the young man who had fallen on his knees before her. Geralt knew he would only have one chance, one opportunity to kill this creature of the night. Confirming it was a Bruxa he took the vial of Black blood from his small bag hoping this would not be how he would kill the monster.  Wanting to cover all his options he swallowed the foul concoction. As he crept closer, he could hear her gentle coaxing, her lullaby of song that held the young man transfixed. Sword in hand he stepped into the clearing and took aim.

The blade connected with the flesh of the creature causing her to scream. The sonic sound echoed through the quiet night. A piercing wave reverberating within his head, causing Geralt to drop his sword, and hold his hands over his ears. The beautiful woman who had been standing in front of the young man now turned into a hideous black bat-like creature. Its hands becoming talons apart from the one which had been removed by the Witcher's first blow. Regaining some equilibrium Geralt dove for his sword as the creature turned from the Man towards its assailant. Grabbing his sword Geralt turned and took another precise swing, slashing the torso of the Bruxa. She screamed again causing Geralt to fall to his knees the sound almost piercing his eardrums this time. He just needed to get close enough to stab her through the chest Geralt thought, as the Bruxa jumped on him trying to tear his armour with its good talon. Reaching for his sword Geralt realised it was too far away. He struggled with the Bruxa trying to gain control as the creature looked like it was going for his neck.

Julia sat up in bed in a sweat, she had seen in her dream Geralt fighting with a dark creature. It had him pinned on the ground ready to strike. Ciri also sat up sensing Julia in distress and having also had a bad dream about Geralt. Panting Julia shared her dream, Ciri with surprise confirmed she had also dreamt the same. Julia trying to think what this could mean said "Ciri, we can't do much from here, but will you pray with me. It is all we can do for him" tears running down her cheeks Ciri nodded to Julia and together they held hands. Shutting her eyes Julia spoke with urgency "Unnamed God, we urgently seek your help, please send your angels to assist Geralt. Send them to his aid. We ask for his deliverance from this dark creature" as she spoke Ciri turned to her, her eyes turning a strange colour and she spoke with a different voice. "I hear you, child, do not fear" at that Ciri fainted into Julia's arms.

Geralt was desperate to get his sword or to loosen his hand enough to get his small dagger from its hidden place in his armour. When he thought all was lost and the creature was going to rip into his neck it looked up. Screamed at something in the trees, whatever had distracted the creature it gave him the advantage. He was able to get his silver dagger and plunge it into the Bruxa's chest. Hearing a final scream from the dark creature it fell to its side no breath left in its lungs.

Geralt assessed his wounds. The creature's talons had connected with his skin on his leg and the side of his neck. However, nothing that would not heal. He looked around and found the young man curled up in a ball hidden behind a tree. Kneeling down he spoke softly and with kindness  "its ok, the creature is no more." Placing a hand on the young man's shoulders he turned and looked up. Fear emanated from his eyes. "Come", helping the young man up the two of them walked back to the creature. Geralt needing to complete the job got some matches out from his bag and lit the creature alight. Looking around he saw the talon laying on the ground collecting it as proof he and the young man headed back to the Village.

Nial and Anna met him at the door to their cottage, seeing the young man Anna took him inside to warm him up. Nial saw the talon in Geralt's hand and uncharacteristically started to cry. Not sure what to do with the emotions of the man Geralt dropped the talon and awkwardly believing this is what Julia would have done, gave the man a side hug. He comforted Nial until the man had stopped his weeping, and drew him into the house.

The following day Geralt was taken by Nial to meet the alderman of the town. He was a burly man with a full mop of curly hair hidden under a funny tall hat. He greeted Geralt with a warm handshake and a big smile "Thank you Witcher for riding us of this terrible creature. Here is 3,000 Oren as thanks for your work" Geralt went to refuse payment as Julia had said they didn't need it. However, at the last moment, he had a thought, Geralt took the bag with thanks and turning to Nial said "Do you have a jeweler in town?" a smile crossing his face.

By lunchtime, Geralt had visited the local Jeweler and found exactly what he wanted. With the rest of the Oren, he bought provisions for the way home. With what was left he went to give it to Nial as a blessing to his family. Nial's face burned "no I can't take this Geralt, that's for your family." Geralt knowing this is what Julia would have wanted him to do put the bag in Nial's hand. "Please take it as a blessing from my house to yours" at this Anna gave Geralt a hug. They waved him and Rose off as he began his journey home, home to his family.   

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[thebladeblaster]

Heart of the Vanguard Concept Chapter final part

(Concept chapters are basically just to test to see if people will like a fic idea I have. This fic crosses over Yugioh Duel Monsters and Cardfight Vanguard.)

Yugi

Hand: 0

“Now, I end my turn.”, Yugi said.

“I draw and I activate my own Pot of Greed allowing me to draw two cards!”, Aichi started.

Aichi

Hand: 4

“I summon Valkriyan Knight and I attack your Guard!”, Aichi declared.

Aichi

Hand: 3

“Because of its effect it can’t be destroyed by monsters with more than 1900 attack points.”, Yugi explained.

“But you still take damage.”, Aichi pointed out.

Yugi LP 1000->500

“I end my turn.”, Aichi said.

“Dang it! Where did all your equip cards go?!”, Kamui questioned as he grabbed Aichi’s arm and shook him, causing him to sweat drop.

“I’m really on the edge right now. This next card will decide everything.”, Yugi thought as he drew his next card.

“I set one card facedown. I end my turn.”, Yugi said.

“I draw and summon Noble Knight Borz.”, Aichi started.

Noble Knight Borz

ATK 1700/ DEF 909

Aichi

Hand:3

“I activate the effect of Wingal from my graveyard to equip myself to Borz. Due to Borz’s effect he becomes a dark type and gains 1 level more importantly I can reveal 3 Noble Arms from my deck and my opponent chooses one of the 3 to add to my hand the rest go to the graveyard.

Aichi held up the back to three cards for Yugi to pick. Yugi was unsure of which one to pick. Honestly any equip card he uses could be potentially bad for him. He chose the card on the far left. Aichi revealed the card Yugi picked it was Gwenhwyfar, Queen of Noble Arms. Aichi sent the other two to his graveyard. Aichi decided to not use Gwenhwyfar now.

Aichi

Hand:4

“I set Manju to defense mode and attack you with Borz.”, Aichi declared.

I activate my trap card Magical Hats. My Guard is sent face down and I set 3 traps from my deck face down and shuffle their positions.”, Yugi countered.

“That means I only have two chances.”, Aichi said.

“You were cautious. You probably thought my set trap was Mirror Force, that's why you set your monster to defense.”, Yugi replied, making Aichi sigh.

“You're right I am cautious. Well I can’t do anything about it now. I attack the two inner hats.”, Aichi replied.

Yugi revealed the cards to be Fake Trap and Trap Jammer. Neither of them were Yugi’s monster. Many of their spectators gawked in disbelief.

“That luck is unreal.”, Emi commented.

“It’s called the heart of the cards.”, Yugi replied.

“So, dumb luck.”, Misaki replied.

“I end my turn.”, Aichi said.

“I draw and I activate Monster Reborn to bring back Gaia.”, Yugi started.

“I attack your Borz with Gaia.”, Yugi declared.

Aichi LP 3700->2800

“That was smart.”, Kai commented.

“Uh why?”, Anzu questioned.

“If I attacked Valkriyan he would have brought back Majesty Lord Blaster. Not to mention I stopped him from adding more equip cards to his hand.”, Yugi explained.

“Right he could use an equip card to try to get over Gaia.”, Honda realized.

“With Gaia’s effect he gains 2600 attack. Now I end my turn.”, Yugi said.

Gaia ATK 2600->5200

“I draw.”, Aichi started.

Aichi

Hand:5

“I summon Noble Knight Gawayn and I activate Double Summon. I tribute Gawayn and Manju to summon Incandescent Lion, Blond Ezel!”, Aichi continued.

Incandescent Lion, Blond Ezel

( BEAST-WARRIOR / FIRE / EFFECT/ ATK : 3000 / DEF : 2500 / LV 8

Effect: Once per turn, you can reveal the top four cards of your deck; choose one warrior or beast-warrior monster among them and special summon it if you do this monster gains attack equal to half that monster’s original attack, then shuffle the rest of the cards you revealed back into your deck. The monster special summoned by this effect can cannot be used as material for special summoning except warrior or beast-warrior monsters.)

“That’s the card he won from Kourin in Battle City.”, Kamui commented.

“It’s all or nothing I activate the effect of Blond Ezel to evacuate the top 4 cards of my deck if one is a warrior or beast warrior monster I can special summon it and Ezel gains half its attack points.”, Aichi said.

“Come on! Draw something like Kuriboh!”, Honda said.

Aichi revealed the top 4 cards of his deck: Blaster Dark, Mirror Force, Noble Arms Gallatin, and Noble Knight Iyvanne.

Any semblance of a poker face Yugi had dropped when he saw the first card. Yugi’s expression looked completely pale as he saw Blaster Dark.

“I am so glad this wasn’t a shadow game.”, Yugi said as slumped.

“That doesn’t sound good, Yugi.”, Anzu commented, sweat dropping.

“C-crap! Blaster Dark seriously?! I thought you only had one like Blaster Blade?”, Honda questioned.

“Actually Ren gave me 3 when he gave me the Ignoble Knight deck.”, Aichi replied, causing Honda to gape.

“Ren probably owned all of the Blaster Darks in circulation considering he had his own 3.”, Miwa added.

“Now, just imagine if he had 3 Blaster Blades.” Shin said.

“I frankly don’t think I want to.”, Honda replied.

“I chose Blaster Dark which means Ezel gains 1050 attack. And Blaster Dark returns. How funny I was hoping for a Dark monster to equip Gwenhwyfar to.”, Aichi continued.

Incandescent Lion, Blond Ezel

ATK 3000->4050

“I activate Blaster Dark’s effect tributing Valkriyan Knight to destroy Gaia. Now, I attack you directly.”, Aichi declared.

“Yeah…Umm...I lost. Man, he should duel you Yami next time.”, Yugi said.

Yugi LP 500->0

“It seems our bonds with our cards are equal. Hmm. It was an entertaining duel.”, Yami said.

Aichi blinked for a few seconds looking completely stunned as if he was still trying to process his victory.

“Oh my god! I beat Yugi!”, Aichi gasped.

“You did it bro!”, Kamui cheered, pulling Aichi into a hug.

“Aichi!”, Emi called out, hugging her brother.

“Good job.”, Misaki said.

“That was the most wicked duel I’ve ever seen!”, the brown haired teen said.

“Man, your really getting strong bud.”, Miwa commented.

“Well of course he had me as his master after all.”, Morikawa proclaimed, making the others sweat drop.

“Congrats.”, Yugi said.

Aichi’s blushed at all the congratulations.

“Well, looks like I’m up next Aichi. If you’re up for it.”, Kai said.

“Of course!”, Aichi accepted, instantly practically bouncing with joy.

If he was a puppy they could imagine his tail would be wagging right now. They had plenty of more fun duels that day. They kinda lost track of time too not noticing it changing to night. Aichi and Yugi sat down next to each other the former seeming rather exhausted.

“Maybe next time you can duel me and Yami together.”, Yugi said.

“I don’t think I could beat you both working together even with Psyqualia.”, Aichi replied as he rubbed his eyes.

“Really? You seemed pretty strong using it?”, Yugi questioned.

“Well...I’m not so sure besides it’s not just something I can turn on and off whenever I want. It just kinda activates and deactivates its own. I’m not sure I would feel comfortable using it if I could. ”, Aichi replied.

“You can’t?”, Yugi replied, stunned.

“Well, I don’t even understand how it works. It just kinda does. I don’t even know why I have it and others don’t.”, Aichi replied.

“Maybe we’ll find out one of these days. Gods know I still hardly understand how this puzzle works. Though, I really liked the duel with just the two of us with no supernatural forces involved. Thinking about it has been awhile since I have just relied on my own strength and won. I think I have more to grow by myself then I won’t have to rely on Yami all the time.”, Yugi replied.

Aichi smiled at this a rather sleepy smile but a smile.

“Yeah, I still have a lot to grow too. I got lucky against you and Ren. I need to become strong enough to win without luck.”, Aichi replied.

“Hehe. I think I was luckier than you in that duel.”, Yugi replied.

Yugi sweat dropped as Aichi seemed to dip in and out of sleep.

“Come on, Aichi don’t fall asleep in the chair your back will hurt.”, Emi told her brother with motherly worry.

“I’mmmm alright Emmm...zzzz”, Aichi replied, before falling asleep.

“Aichi! Seriously I swear you could never get by without me or mom!”, Emi said angrily, shaking her brother.

“Ffive mooore minutes…”, Aichi replied groggily.

To be continued…

So, this isn’t actually how the fic would actually start its just to give you an idea of what it would be like. Since I added in some Vanguard cards I decided to give Yugi and co. some of their newer support cards to balance things out. Not sure when I’ll officially start on this fic maybe when Dark Circuit is done and I’m a bit further in Tamer ZERO. Who knows honestly my attention span sucks. I was supposed to be writing Dark Circuit and I ended up writing this instead. I’ll try to get to it after I’m finished with my rewatch of the Avatar series and my trip soon. Honestly, I just need to focus one at a time and I’d get stuff done. Hopefully, I can finish Dark Circuit before the end of the Summer. I have had a hard time writing it for the past few months for some reason.

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[marveloussupernerd]

Crowns and Courtships - A Mystic Messenger AU

This AU is basically about MC being a princess who is courting during the Regency era! The readers can choose who MC ends up with :)

Chapter 6 - The Garden Party

Chapter 5

Words: 2500

Summary: it’s finally time to travel to the city to go to the first party of the social season, hosted by your close friend Duke Yoosung Kim. Will the party be a success? Will the group plotting against you make their next move?

You woke to a knock on your door. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you told the person they could come in. No surprise, it was Jaehee. “Good morning Princess, Sir Zen. I’ve gotten you some tea; we will be departing for the city soon. Would you like to get dressed before breakfast?

“That would be lovely,” you told Jaehee. Sir Zen excused himself and went to leave, but you stopped him. “Wait! Please tell me you will change my father’s mind and convince him that you should join us in the city.” You could tell he was going to object, but you stopped him once more. “Please. I feel safer with you around.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He smiled, then left. You could hear him making his way down the stairs, hopefully to find your father.

Jaehee got your clothes out, helping you step into each layer of the heavy travel clothes, then brought in some tea. “What happened last night, if you don’t mind me asking? I was surprised to see your knight in your chambers.”

You could feel your face heat up. “Oh! It’s nothing like that! Someone left a threatening note on my door, stabbed into the wood with the dagger. I couldn’t sleep… but with him watching over me it helped.”

“Oh! That’s awful. Are you okay?” She gently placed her hand on your arm.

“I’m honestly scared. That’s why I want him to join us in the city. It seems that if the organization doesn’t like my decision, they’ll attack me there. I already feel sick about the whole thing… having him by my side would help.”

“He is handsome… isn’t he?” Jaehee had a small smile on her face.

You giggled. “He is! He’s opening up more too.”

“Well, I hope we can catch these people, and soon. You should be excited about your first garden party, not dreading it!”

You set your cup down on the saucer, then stood. “We’ll have to hope for the best. I’ll meet you downstairs at the carriage soon! I have to join my parents for breakfast.”

When you sat down for breakfast, your parents stared at you like they had seen a ghost. “What’s wrong?” You asked, nervous that something else bad must have happened.

“We’re surprised to see you coping so well… Sir Zen brought us the note that was on your door,” your mother explained, concern evident in her eyes.

You sighed, your face falling: “Well… we knew there would be people who didn’t like my decision. It’s the consequences I have to face to achieve my happiness.”

“Well Sir Zen is joining us now, without question. He’s packing his things as we speak,” your father explained. It made you feel much better knowing that he’d be by your side, looking after you and protecting you from the people in the city.

“That’s good to know. On another note, I’m excited for the party today as well as our travels!”

“I’m glad to hear it. It must be exciting to be out and about during the social season. You’ll have to tell me all about it!” Your mother expressed happily. It was clear that she was disappointed she had to take part in an arranged marriage, but she was lucky her marriage turned out so well; it was clear that she loved your father dearly, which was surprising considering the fact you were born before your father had married. It was a lot to overlook, but the Queen’s love was able to overcome it all.

One you finished breakfast, it was time to prepare for the trip. You, your parents, and Jaehee took the main carriage. The others rode on horseback alongside the carriage. You smiled when you saw the horse you trained the other day leading the carriage. You walked over to him while the bags were being loaded.

“Why hello there!” You greeted the horse, patting its head. Mr. Choi sat at the front of the carriage, right above the horse and its partner. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Valiant. That’s his name,” you decided.

“A fitting name for a horse so daring and brave,” he grinned, petting the horse. “Let me know if you need anything throughout the trip.”

“I’m shocked you’re being so nice. Nervous? This is your first long carriage trip after all.”

“I just got used to leading one horse; now I have already graduated to two,” he said boastingly, but his face showed that he was quite overwhelmed by the prospect.

“Maybe you should let me know if you need anything throughout the trip,” you teased, turning his words against him. “Safe travels, Mr. Choi. My life literally depends on it.”

“You’re telling me… mine too.”

You loaded into the carriage with your family. You sat next to your mother, and your father sat across from you, next to Jaehee, who got the honor of sitting in the main carriage as your new lady.

You spent your time reading another book on flowers. You read for most of the trip, finishing the book in its entirety. You were lucky your home in the city had a large collection of books that you could read. You luckily made it without needing to take any stops, which was pretty impressive. Before you went inside, Sir Zen swept the house to make sure there was no intruder inside. Luckily there wasn’t. You took Jaehee up to your room to get ready for the garden party that was quickly approaching.

Jaehee quickly helped you get out of your traveling clothes and into your pink ensemble. The blush tone suited your skin tone perfectly; Jaehee had even packed a blush hat to match, since the party was outside.

She spent her time pinning each piece of hair into place, working on a low bun so that the hat would still sit nice. “I know we did not have much time to get ready, but I think you look wonderful,” Jaehee complimented, a small blush on her face. She practically pushed you out of the room before you could respond. “Off we go! We cannot be late.”

You made your way to the carriage with Jaehee next to you. You were lucky she was joining you since your parents weren’t going to attend; they were going to spend their time settling in. Still, it was nice to have some company.

Mr. Choi gave you his hand to help you onto the carriage, which you gladly took. Despite your recent fights, you still needed his help and wanted to keep things cordial. “That is… a lot of pink. You look like a flamingo,” he commented, taken aback by your dress. So much for cordial. It was obvious he was making fun of you to make himself feel better; you could tell by the stupid look on his face that he was just teasing you. You wouldn’t give in that easily though.

“Well, I figured you didn’t have taste, but this just confirms it,” you shrugged as he helped Jaehee into the carriage. “Let’s get going please; I’d hate to be late,” you urged him, and he listened.

“Who is holding this party again?” Jaehee asked as the carriage began moving.

“Duke Kim. I’m sure it was a lot of work for him to arrange the party on his own for the first time… especially since it’s the first one of the season. This is important though, because it’ll set the tone for the rest of this season’s events,” you explained.

You were trying to stay stoic but you were worried about Yoosung. He’d be crushed if the party wasn’t perfect, as if he had let his parents down. You’d take it upon yourself to make sure the party was a success.

But once you got there you weren’t too worried. There were a large number of round tables, draped in lavender linen. Vases of pink roses sat on each table, clearly expensive in order to impress the guests. A few nobles were already there, talking amongst themselves, Duke Kim greeting them.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as he greeted you. “Nice to see you again, Duke Kim. This party is wonderful. I’m sure your parents would be proud,” you complimented. You meant every word; he was always an overachiever, but you were worried the death of his parents would kill his spirit. That wasn’t the case though! He was working even harder now.

“Your Royal Highness, it’s nice to see a friendly face around here,” he leaned close to her, lowering his voice: “I feel like everyone here is waiting to see me fail.”

“Don’t talk like that! Even if they were here for that, it’s not like they could say anything. You’re a Duke now. You outrank most of the people here,” you reminded him. The only ones higher than the Duke in the social status were the royalty. Yoosung should be proud of his title. “Plus! I’ll bet you’ll have at least half a dozen ladies swooning over you at the end of the event. You’ll never have to plan a party on your own ever again,” you grinned, reassuring him. A more genuine smile made its way onto his face.

“Honestly? I had a lot of fun planning this party. It helped take my mind off of things,” he admitted. Another guest entered, standing behind you, waiting their turn to talk to Yoosung. “Let’s talk later. There are place cards on each table to show you where you sit. I hope you enjoy yourself!”

It was obvious Yoosung had thought a lot about the seating arrangements. People sat by those in comparable class to them. Your table had Prince Jumin, Yoosung himself, Lord James, Lady Elizabeth, and Lady Sarah. The seats alternated boy-girl to help with the courting. It was very well thought-out.

Your only bit of criticism had to be Lord James. You had never gotten along with him well; he was extremely opinionated. Still, it was important to give him a chance. He approached the table first, addressing you before standing in front of a seat across from you.

“Hello Your Royal Highness,” he bowed to you.

“Lord James,” you curtsied, “how are your parents?”

“They’re doing quite alright. How has your kingdom and family been these past few months?”

“Pretty good. A little upset over my decision to court instead of going through with an arranged marriage, but nothing out of control,” you explained, downplaying the situation.

“Well I think that it is certainly a scandalous move. But, us noblemen are glad to see it occur. You look absolutely radiant,” he complimented. He eyed the pitcher of lemonade on the table awkwardly. You weren’t entirely sure what he was waiting for.

You ignored him, grabbing the pitcher and filling up your glass. His eyes were glued to it, still confused. “Is something the matter?” You asked, confused.

“I’m simply waiting for somebody to pour it for me. Would you like to do the honors?”

“I’d rather not. Thank you for the offer though,” you mentioned, allowing your voice to show a bit of annoyance. Luckily, Lady Elizabeth made it to the table to save you from the ridiculous conversation. You stood and swept her into a hug, not caring about appearances.

“My dear friend, it’s so good to see you,” you greeted.

“I’m not used to that sort of greeting, but I certainly will not complain,” she looked around. “The Duke has certainly outdone himself, huh? I didn’t realize he had this attention-to-detail in him.”

“Don’t be silly; he’s been straightening the silverware on the dinner tables at parties ever since we met him; this doesn’t surprise me at all,” you laughed. That was Yoosung alright. He had always been a perfectionist. Elizabeth joined you in a fit of giggles. You both sat down one seat apart from each other, Elizabeth getting the unfortunate pleasure of getting to sit next to Lord James.

“Who else is at our table?” Elizabeth asked you curiously, leaning closer to you to speak over the chatter.

“Yoosung, Sarah, and Prince Jumin,” you explained, looking over the table cards just to ensure you were correct.

“Prince Jumin? Oh, how exciting. I didn’t expect him to be showing up to all these events... is he courting too?” she asked curiously, twirling a curl of her hair.

“Well he’s certainly courting me. But besides that, not that I’m aware of. He stopped by the other day for tea.” Truth be told, though, Elizabeth was so beautiful and graceful that it was very likely Jumin would fall for her. Most people did.

“I don’t believe it,” she put her hand atop yours, “oh you must simply tell me all!” Prince Jumin walked over to the table, a smile on his face. “All… regarding how your mother is doing. Did she get over her flu?” Elizabeth asked, trying to cover up the gossip you were getting into. You had to restrain your laughter; no man wanted to see a woman gossiping, especially not the Prince, you imagined. Now the two of you couldn’t have cared less about Lord James, though, as he hardly counted as a man, but this was a prince after all.

“Prince Jumin, so lovely to see you,” you greeted, standing up to curtsy to him.

“I hope your travel was well?” Elizabeth chimed in, curtsying far lower than you had. Show off.

“My dear friend, Lady Elizabeth,” you introduced, “I don’t think the two of you have met formally yet.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Prince Jumin remarked, bowing to the both of you. “It seems I am seated between the two of you. Princess, I hadn’t realized your mother was ill. She seemed fine the other day when I saw her.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up. You didn’t like being questioned like this, especially when the cover-up was Elizabeth’s doing yet you had to dig the two of you out of it. “Ah, yes, well I actually haven’t seen Elizabeth in a while, so she was unaware that my mother had recovered almost a week ago.”

“But I thought we wrote one another just a few days ago? You even mentioned that one man who-”

“Well it seems I must have forgotten to mention it. It has been quite hectic at home lately,” you countered, eyeing Elizabeth, trying to hint that she should stop pressing the matter and be glad you saved her from the reputation of being a gossip.

“Well, Ladies, it looks like I’m at your table,” Lady Sarah announced, making her way in front of you both. “Prince Jumin!” she curtsied quickly, “Whatever might you be doing here?”

“Searching for good company, luckily it seems I might have found some,” he looked at you, smiling.

“I never expected you to be the type of person who would show up to the average boring garden party,” Sarah confessed. Behind her approached Duke Kim. His face fell at the mention of his party being ‘average’ and ‘boring'.

You knew it was your job to make Yoosung feel better. He had worked so hard on this party. He turned away, likely to excuse himself and take a moment. It hurt to see him so disappointed; he likely felt like a failure. You’d have to try and make this right.

#mystic messenger #mysme #Yoosung kim #zen #Jumin han #Jaehee kang #707 #au #crownsandcourtships

[acrobaticcatfeline]

The Fear of the Dragonwitch (Triplets RoLoRem AU) Chapter 4!!!

Word Count: 3536

TW: Swearing, hospitals, anesthesia, Remus, Deceit, homophobia talked about, there’s a threat at the end that is a bit violent and inappropriate but its from Remus so like meh.

Notes: This one wraps up the hospital bit with Lo and moves on to the uh, happiest character arc, which is Remus’. It’s pretty cute honestly, There’s a bunch of venting on his part because of the whole Logan thing. But it has a funny ending and he gets to do a happy so like yay! Last chapter here, first one here, I hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Receipt. (receit or demus)

Summary: “This is not ok and if I have to make sure those kids end up in jail before my son goes back to school I will. …sir I'm a lawyer” Logan recovers slowly but surely, but hes still in denial of all that has happened, making it out to be less than it is. Remus thinks its bullshit, and he needs a break; something Damián is completely willing to do. Will the tension between the two snap or will it bloom into something they’ve both wanted for longer than words can describe?

“yeah no I'm sorry sir, but this is not ok and if I have to make sure those kids end up in jail before my son goes back to school I will. …sir I'm a lawyer, I very much know what my rights are, and I have grounds to sue your school. You have two options, you expel the students who assaulted my son and his partner, or I press charges on them for attempted murder and your school for discrimination and failure to keep your duty to assist. I can tell you what would be easier for you to do, and cheaper by a long shot.”

Logan was in a hospital bed. The nurse was finishing setting his new cast as his brothers sat on either side of him. Mimi sat next to Remus, who was crying into her chest, trying to muffle himself as their mom paced while on the phone with the school. She covered the speaker of her phone for a minute, looking to the nurse.

“I don’t know if you know this, but how much would this and all subsequent visits for his injuries cost if we didn’t have insurance?”

“um, well a cast alone without surgery is about 2500, and there would be two normal check ins after so for that I’d say 2940 for that route if you had done it, for the surgery it would be 17,350 alone, I think you'd get out with around 20000 spent on it.”

“thanks! Yeah, so are you ready to do what's right?”

She went back to the call, apparently reaching an agreement as she soon got off the call and leaned against the wall, releasing a breath she had been holding. Logan was groggy. They had just been in surgery and they had put him under, no matter how much it panicked him. The surgery went well apparently, they were keeping him overnight though, mostly for his other wounds. They had noticed the bruises on his chest and legs and were keeping diagnostics to make sure his ribs weren’t broken, or his legs fractured. They had told him he would miss the rest of the week to really recover properly. Eventually it got to be late and the family was asked to leave for the night, save for a parent if need be. Vivian and Mimi both had to go, and all of them gave Logan a gentle hug before stepping away.

He reached haphazardly for his phone, dialing Patton on instinct. It answered on the first ring.

“Logan? Hi Hun, are you ok? What's wrong? Do I need to come help you out of something? Are you even more hurt?”

“I'm- I'm fine pat. At the hospital right now actually, just got out of surgery and got my cast set.”

“oh Logan! Oh, I'm so sorry you're so hurt!”

“meh it’s no big deal. How are you doing?”

“I'm good. every once in a while, I’ll move the wrong way and remember my ribs are bruised, but I'm icing myself, and I'm feeling better already.”

“heh, me too, but I think that’s probably the anesthetics. Mom and Mimi had to go, I'm stuck here for the night, do you mind staying on call with me until I go to sleep?”

“of course not sweetheart.”

 The next few days are rather uneventful. After he gets home, he spends most of the day in bed. Mimi brings him his meals and makes sure that he's ok. He feels bad that she's staying home from work for him, but he can’t really convince her not to; as much as he hated it, he was clumsy and really bad at doing most mundane things he could normally do. It was infuriating at first, but he got used to it rather quickly. By the time the next school week begins, he's ready and outside 10 minutes earlier than usual. He tries to start the car. He tries again. He drops his keys. He gets frustrated, picking them up and finally starting the car. He sets his hands on the wheel and realizes the true problem. He flexes his right set of fingers. The cast is too bulky. He can’t wrap his hand around the wheel. He face plants on the wheel in compliance. He steps out and moves to the passenger seat. When Roman and Remus step out, they're surprised to see him out of the driver’s seat. They pop open his door with a questioning glance. He sighs.

“my cast is too big. Can’t wrap my hand around the wheel.”

Roman and Remus share a look. Remus steps over to the driver side, waiting for Roman to get in before hesitantly heading to school.

This time it’s different. Remus and Roman don’t split off to their own groups. They aren’t quite guard dogs, but they definitely pose a threatening image. They get stares and Logan hides in his flannel, hoping to disappear. Remus grits his teeth and is glaring at anyone who looks too long. When Virgil and Patton get in their sights, Virgil's already running over. Patton is following at a jog.

“oh my god L, what did those bastards do to you?”

“meh, broke my wrist, covered me in bruises, you know, the usual. In 2 months, it'll be like it never happened.”

He heard a pop and a scrape against concrete. When he turns around, Remus is walking away and Roman is looking after him and then over to Patton and Virgil.

“can you make sure Logan stays out of trouble please?”

With a nod from them both, he dashes after Remus. When he catches up, Remus is fuming. His fists are clenched and shaking and the grit in his teeth is like cement. Roman rushes in front of him to stop him.

“rem, you need to calm down-”

“he thinks this is funny.”

“what? What do you mean?”

“Logan. He thinks this is a joke. He brushes it off like it’s a scrape, Roman he almost died. He almost died and I wouldn’t have been able to do anything. Do you understand how absolutely terrifying that is? And he thinks it’s just some inconvenience! What would we do without him Ro? Mom may have made sure those kids were kicked out of the school, but they live here. What if they try it again to finish the job? What if there's more kids like them lining up to see him dead because of the person he loves? What does that mean for us? For me? if I was publicly out, would this have happened to me? how do we keep ourselves safe? How do we keep each other safe?”

“I-I don’t know. I- he wasn’t, he wasn’t the one targeted, tech-technically. I-I think they both were just, uh, too-too gay, I think? Eas-easy target? I don’t think anyone’s gonna try anything I think we’ll be fine we just need to calm down. freaking out won’t help any of us. We just- we gotta just cope. That’s all we can do.”

Remus’ fists shook more until they stopped and fell open. He bowed his head and one of his hands instinctively scratched at his neck, ignoring the tears falling from his eyes. He nods wordlessly, wiping his eyes before walking to his friends. Roman stood still for a moment. He wondered how his family had won the lottery on unstable emotions before going to the theatre room, hopefully his safe space would help him relax.

Remus sulked back to the parking lot of the school, smiling a bit seeing his friends looking back at him from next to Damián’s motorcycle. Toby and Remy were giggling, and he saw Damián shove Remy hard enough to knock him on his ass without even looking at him. Remy, true to his nature, continued to laugh. By the time he actually reached them, their giggles had died off for the most part. Damián flashed him a crooked grin and wrapped him in a sort of side hug which Remus quickly turned into a full one, bouncing a bit, throwing a smile on because he was happy now, right? He let him go and Damián stared him in the eyes unspeaking for a moment before the heterochromatic eyes took a worried form and he reached up to Remus’ cheek, wiping some stray tears away. He fixed him another look before letting go.

“what happened re? do I have to kill someone?”

“what? No, it’s just-”

Remus crossed his arms and looked pointedly away from him. He mumbled something out into his hair and tapped his fingers. Damián sent a glare and Remus sighed.

“my brother was put in the hospital last week.”

“what? Wait, you're fucking kidding, is that why you left early last week? Wait wait, was he the one who was attacked in the halls? Holy shit, why didn’t you tell me?”

“it was, I don’t know, I was worried you were going to like, do something. I almost got suspended for protecting him, and with your record I was worried you would get expelled. My mom had to threaten legal action towards the school to reverse my suspension.”

Damián’s eyes went wide, then fell soft. He reached to scratch at his face and nodded.

“yeah, yeah I imagine I would get expelled for murder. But that was last week, you seemed fine the next day, what's happened since?”

“he- my brother isn't taking it seriously. He hasn’t taken it seriously at all. He just, he tried to go back to class the same day because he was worried he would be marked as ditching. He's joking that its fine and it'll just disappear in a couple months and its infuriating! My brother was attacked with his partner because they're both gay and because Patton is genderfluid. If that could happen, what could happen to me or Roman? What could happen to other out LGBT students? Those kids almost got away without any penalties, they still only got expelled, what if they find us and try it again? Damián, my brother could have died, and now so many people are in danger and he doesn’t think it’s anything more than an inconvenience!!!”

Damián stayed quiet and looked thoughtful. He looked back at Remus and let out a breath before starting to speak again.

“I understand why you're upset re. I really do, but unfortunately, both you and your brother are on the schools watchlist now. I overheard the students in the fight were originally going to be suspended, and that means that staff is watching you both and waiting for you guys to mess up, so they have grounds to actually go through with the suspension. You need to be… good I guess, for lack of a better word. Most of your worries, though valid, are unrealistic. You're gonna be ok, so are your brothers. I can’t help make your brother fully realize his mortality, but that’s really an issue he needs to deal with. No one can help him with that.”

Remus nodded, already feeling better; hearing Damián expel his fears always helped him relax. Remy and toby had guilty expressions, they both patted Damián on the shoulder and gave Remus a short hug and did a special handshake before heading out, trying not to get too involved in their personal business. Damián then looked back at him, looking as if he had more to say, and he encouraged him with a smile.

“look, you seem stressed, and you sound like you're a little frustrated with your siblings, how about I take you out for a night? You'd get a chance to decompress, plus, I heard they opened a new sushi joint downtown, and its supposed to be high class good shit. What do you say?”

Remus fought to keep his face under control, his cheeks wanted to redden, and he wasn’t quite ok with that. He smiled wide though, hugging him tightly. When he released him, he still had the smile on his face.

“I’ll have to pass the keys off to Roman, but yeah! That sounds great dee!!!”

The bell sounds and Remus turns to look at the school, turning back quickly with a smile as he heads off to class. Damián stalls a bit, watching him sprint to class with a smile. He shoves off of his motorcycle and strolls to the gate, getting inside right as the staff was shutting them.

 The final bell of the day rings and releases Remus from his infernal English class. He had packed up 5 minutes ago, excited for spending time with Damián. He was the first one out of the door, sprinting towards the parking lot, ignoring the world as he fell into a giddy trance. He reached the lot after Damián, whose class is right next to the gates. Damián was holding his helmet out with a grin, handing it to Remus, who put it on with a little effort to manage his hair. Damián hopped onto his bike and bid Remus do the same.

“you remember how to ride right?”

“mhmm!”

Once he got his balance, he wrapped his arms around Damián’s middle, feeling the blush rise in his cheeks involuntarily. He was glad the helmet hid his face. He peeked his head over Damián's shoulder to indicate that he was ready.

 They were downtown soon; Remus was half wondering if they were speeding the whole way. Damián parked and took the helmet, setting it on the bike, before shoulder bumping Remus and walking to the door of the sushi spot. They went in and it looked futuristic, blue neon lights and black walls, a pond in the front area, and the booths looked like they were in little secluded bamboo rooms. It wasn’t dinner rush yet, so they were seated immediately. They both ordered a total of 5 rolls each and just chatted.

Remus jumped in excitement when he remembered the new drawings he had made, pulling his sketchbook out of his backpack. Damián just smiled and sipped at his bottle of ginger ale. Remus set his book on the table, flipping past some of his older drawings and to his newest ones. There were some silly doodles around the edge of the page, but in the center was a hauntingly gorgeous drawing of a wendigo, its horns cracked and chipped, it was mangled in a painful position. It had deep wounds and weapons sticking through it at certain spots. It looked weirdly realistic. Damián was in awe at all the hyper realism Remus put in his art. When Remus turned the page, Damián wasn’t really expecting an in depth drawing of him. It was a side perspective of him in a desk at school, leant forward over it, hiding his phone as he looked forwards. He gaped at it, seeing the depth in the wrinkles in his leather jacket, the sense of blurred light emitting from the phone, the shadows cast over him, his small patch of vitiligo that crept up his neck, everything in such loving detail. He took the sketch pad and looked closer, seeing little details he had missed at first, his terrible freckles, the detail in his hair, the discolored spots that were on some patches of his jacket from being old and worn. He looked up at Remus who had the audacity to look sheepish and red, or rather, purple in the lights of the booth.

“uh, you looked nice in history today. I was a little inspired. And, uh you were sat still like that for most of the class period.”

There was some emotion bursting through Damián's dual colored eyes, but Remus sucked at reading peoples faces, that was what Logan did. So he just continued to smile shyly as he was stared down by his best friend and crush.

“…this is… incredible Remus! Holy shit, I have been blessed, you have blessed me! oh my god I can’t believe you did this, its so good! how do you just do this?”

“huh? Oh, uh, I was bored, that’s all. And its not that good, it’s missing a few really key details.”

“like what?”

“oh, um well you had your necklace on and it was too difficult for me to draw at the right scale, so I just didn’t draw it, your bracelets are blank, your like, your fang? Was stuck out a little bit but I couldn’t figure out how to draw the dip in your lip, so I erased it. Your hair was more messed up, but every time I draw messy hair it looks wrong, so I just drew it like normal-”

“like normal?”

“yeah, I have a few other drawings of you back at home, and when I draw you from memory, I draw your hair like this.”

“I didn’t know you drew people rem!”

“I uh, I don’t, really. I only ever draw you…”

Damián looked ready to say something else when the waiter came in with their food. Remus put away his sketchbook and he seemed have realized he had lost his chance.

 After they had finished, Damián took them to a park nearby. It was in the middle of the town square, and they sat and talked, huddled together. It was mid-January, and freezing, but they refused to go home yet. While Remus was mid-sentence he stopped. Damián was confused as he stood up with a grin. He spun in a circle before directing his grin to Damián.

“it’s snowing!!!”

Damián looked up and smiled, standing up as well. Remus bounced in excitement, and Damián had a fond expression directed towards him. He felt the last of his resolve break when a giggle escaped from Remus. He walked over, placed a hand on a now confused Remus’ cheek and kissed him. It lasted less than a second before he pulled away, backing up as the fear filled his eyes. Remus stood still; brain having gone blank.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, oh my god Remus I'm so sor-”

Remus rushed to Damián, arms wrapping around his neck and kissing him with all the passion he had wanted to for so so long. Damián wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist, pulling him closer before picking him up and spinning him around in a circle. He set him back down and broke the kiss again. He reached a hand up, brushing the strand of green hair out Remus’ face.

“never mind, I uh, I don’t think I'm sorry after all.”

“good.”

“hey, it’s getting late and I don’t think I want to leave quite yet. My place is pretty close, you want to just stay the night?”

Remus could barely focus on what he had said, far too busy gazing star struck into his eyes. Once he had fully processed what was said he smiled even wider and nodded.

“yeah. Yeah that sounds great. I’ll text my mom later.”

They stood there swaying together for a few more minutes in the snow before deciding that if they stayed any longer that the ride back to Damián's would be awful. When they get to his house, its late enough that his parents are asleep. They quietly go to Damián's room, and curl up together, falling asleep easily.

 The next morning, they leave for school early to miss Damián's parents and stop at a fast food joint before they arrive. They're still there 45 minutes before the first bell rings and they just chat absently, Damián letting one of his arms wrap around Remus’ waist as they waited for people to arrive. Remy and toby approach with cocky grins.

“finally, they get together, it’s about time!”

“man, does this mean we’ll have to deal with 3 am calls about Re’s eyes even more?”

“oh my ra shut the fuck up you twerps.”

“love you too dee!”

Shortly after, Roman rushes over with Logan close behind, both with angry expressions. Remus makes himself small, suddenly remembering a key detail he had forgotten yesterday.

“Remus what the fuck?! Where were you? You gave me the keys and then fucking disappeared; mom is losing her shit; she thinks you're dead in a ditch somewhere!”

“uhhh, I guess I forgot to text her. Oops? I uh. I stayed the night with Damián, sorry. It was late and it started snowing. Sorry”

Roman and Logan both seemed to deflate. Logan took a look at Remus and Damián and shot an inquisitive eyebrow to them.

“I hope it was a simple staying the night and not something I might have to get expelled for?”

Remus’ eyes blew wide open and he took a sidestep out of Dees grasp. He rubbed his arm nervously as he felt a blush rise in his cheeks.

“NO! no it was just, just a couple of uh, du-dudes being bros! bros being dudes!”

“a couple of dudes being gay-”

“REMY I WILL CUT YOUR DICK OFF WITH SAFETY SCISSORS IF YOU DON’T SHUT YOUR FUCKING TRAP!”

Logan let out a chuckle then turned around, beckoning Roman do the same.

“come on Ro, let’s leave baby bro alone with his friends. Don’t get into too much trouble Rem!”

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[fangirlinsweden]

Promises 9

Pairing: Steve x reader                                                                        

Warnings: Angst, hurt, fire, 

Word Count: about 2500 words.                      

Square Filled: Crying themselves to sleep for @star-spangled-bingo            

Summary: Y/N always keeps her promises. Always. This time that hurts her.  

A/N: This is my second fanfic series for the @star-spangled-bingo.

And I would like to thank @kaunis-sielu & @allaboutthebooz & @itsanerdlife for their help and support. These women are amazing writers, that you need to check out if you haven’t already.

And I also want to let you all know that tomorrow I am starting my journey to move back to Sweden. And It will take a couple of days and I don't really know when I will be able to post the next part of the story. Hopefully at the end of next week. I am going to be travelling about  1750 miles in a fully packed car. Driving through the UK, France, Belgium, Netherlands, Germany, Danmark and finally Sweden.  Please be patient with me.

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Promises Masterlist

“Did Y/N just say mom?” Nat asked the others over the coms. “Yes!” Tony proclaims. “Y/N, don’t have a mother,” Sam states. “Yes, she does. Beth, her mother, just left her and her father when she was 8 years old, because of Y/N powers.” Steve says over the come. “Y/N, status”. When she didn’t answer Steve and the others started to get worried. “Anyone got eyes on Y/N?” Tony questioned, still outside the facility. Nobody does. “Nat and Bucky, go to Y/N last known position. I am on my way,” Steve barks out the orders. Then he starts running. This was bad, really bad. Y/N always answered her comes, always. Steve had a bad feeling in his stomach.

 Steve, Bucky and Nat came running into the hallway the last knew Y/N had been in at the same time. There were five guards standing outside a door. They took them down fast and easy, working together like a well-oiled machine. “She must be in the room,” Bucky says. Steve doesn’t waste a minute. He kicks the door in. The sight before his eyes makes him pause for a minute. Y/N was strapped to a table in the room and a woman was injecting something in her arm. “Get away from her,” Bucky demands with anger radiating from his eyes. “Don’t touch her” Nat yells at the woman, fist clenched. “This is family business,” the woman by Y/N says as she takes out the needle from Y/N’s arm. “You really should leave or else you will be killed.” Y/N starts screaming in pain, this wakes Steve from his frozen state. The women step back with a big smile on her lips. Steve sees the other table in the room that is occupied by an unconscious man and the three guards that are standing around the room.

Bucky and Nat take action directly. Bucky shots one of the guards and Nat takes down the one to the left. The third one shots at Bucky, but Bucky manages to avoid the bullets. Steve throws his shield at the guard and knocks him out. Y/N is still screaming trying to get free from her bonds and suddenly the area around her is in flames. It is like she has cast a burning circle around her to protect her. The women in the corner are laughing. Steve knew that she must be Beth, Y/N’s mother. “You are too late,” Beth laughs. His stomach is in knots. What had she done to Y/N? Nat walks runs over to her, giving her one punch in the face. The woman faints and falls to the floor. Nat walks over to the unconscious man getting ready to free him when he jumps up with a gun in his hand. Bucky shots him in the head. Steve is getting nervous about Y/N’s state. The fire is still burning hot. And she is tapped on the table. “Y/N, you got to calm down,” Bucky shouted over the flames. But she did not hear him over the roaring fire, or maybe the pain is consuming her. Steve felt helpless. She was still tied to a table in the middle of the fire and not responsive. This was bad. He made up his mind. He took a deep breath and looks eyes with Bucky. “I will be right back,” Steve says and takes another deep breath. “Steve, what are you doing?” Bucky yells as Steve walks through the fire to get to Y/N. It hurt and burned, but not as much as it hurt to see her lying there broken screaming. “Y/N, you need to snap out of it,” Steve started loosening her restraints. She stops screaming only whimpers. Her body is glistening with sweat. “Y/N, please” Steve begs. He gets the restraints of her and is looking around. The fire is still burning. On the other side, Bucky and Nat are watching on looking helpless. He needed to get her out now. “Doll, please look at me,” Steve begs her. “You are safe. I got you. You need to put the fire out.” Y/N looks up at him her eyes filled with pain. The fire dies and Y/Ns body becomes limp in his arms. “Y/N!” Steve yells. “We need to go to the Quinjet now,” Nat orders the guys. She picks up Steve’s shield and gestures for Bucky to take Y/N mother with him. Steve runs out of the room to get to the Quinjet. “Y/N, stay with me,” he whispers. Her body is burning up and her pulse is weak. Nat and Bucky are running behind him. Nat is talking in the com with the team, but all Steve can concentrate on is Y/N pulse. One sentence that Nat said on the coms was all Steve could hear. “It was false information, no hostages.” Steve runs up the ram to the Quinjet. Bruce meets him and points him to the table. Steve slowly puts Y/N down on it. “Get us up in the air, now!” Bruce yells. Clint runs to the controls and they take off. Steve looks down on Y/N on the table. He feels helpless. Bruce sets up monitors and trying to keep her stable. There was only so much he could do. Tony called ahead so there would be help ready when they landed. Everyone’s eyes are on Y/N. What the hell had happened?

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 Steve was sitting by Y/N bed in her room at the med bay. She had still not woken up and it was slowly killing him. He just wanted to see her beautiful eyes and her smile. Talk to her. Hear her laugh again. Dr Cho, Bruce and Tony were running all sorts of tests to find what Y/N mother had done to her, but so far they hadn’t found anything. They had not found anything wrong with Y/N either. Her pulse had become stable again and it was like she was sleeping. Steve hadn’t left her side since they rescued her 12 hours earlier. He knew that Frank, Y/N father, was on his way. The Hydra mission had been false information, all because they wanted Y/N. Hydra wanted to have her and do whatever Beth had done to her. Steve knew that Y/N was a powerful inhuman, maybe they wanted to try and make her into a new kind of brainwashed weapon. It was all a mess. “Doll, please open those beautiful eyes,” Steve says after a while. Thinking that it might help if he talks to her. There is a knock on the doorframe. Steve looks up. It’s Bucky. “Steve, I can sit with her. You really should take a shower and get changed,” Bucky says walking into the room. “I am not leaving her, Buck,” Steve says looking down at her. Bucky nods. “I will get you something to eat,” he says and leaves the room. Steve’s thumb is stroking the back of your hand. “Y/N, you need to wake up,” Steve pressing a kiss to the hand he been holding for hours. “I can’t do this without you. I would not survive without you.” Y/N starts moving a bit and Steve presses the button by her bed. Dr Cho comes running into the room.

  You were feeling like your body was on fire and your head was swimming around. You could hear a voice, but you could not really hear what was said or who was talking. You feel someone holding your right hand, a thumb caressing the back side of your hand. It is kind of grounding and you feel your consciousness coming back. “Y/N, you need to wake up.” It is Steve’s voice, it sounded so different, but you knew it was him. A kiss is pressed against your right hand and you want to talk to him. “I can’t do this without you. I would not survive without you.” I am here you want to scream. You try to move and open your eyes. Steps come running into the room. You hear Dr Cho’s voice and you open your eyes. The first thing you see is Steve. He is smiling down at you, his face is covered with soot and it makes his blue eyes stand out even more. You also notice he still had his stealth suit on. “Y/N,” Dr Cho says and your eyes flick over to her. “How are you feeling?” “I feel kind of groggy,” You croak out. Your mouth was dry. Dr Cho hands you a glass with a straw. You slowly drink and it feels like heaven. She gives you a check-up before she nods noting something down in her tablet. “You need to stay here for observation for the night,” Dr Cho says looking at you. You nod. “Do you know what your mother did to you?” You look down in your lap nodding slowly. Steve lifts an eyebrow at this and Dr Cho meets his eyes. She is shaking her head. They hear a commotion out in the hallway. Your father comes sprinting into the room, with Bruce, Tony and Nat hot in his heels. Saved by your dad, yeah, that sounded about right. “Y/N!” Frank cries out. You look up feeling the tears pooling in your eyes. “Dad,” you croak out. Tony makes a gesture for the other people in the room to leave you and your father alone. Steve looks at Y/N, bending down and pressing a kiss to her cheek before he realises her hand and leaves the room. Frank walks over to your side and pulls you into his arms. “You scared me,” he admits. You feel the tears running down your cheeks. “Did they tell you?” You ask when he released you from his arms. Frank looks around for a chair. He won’t look at you. “You heard it was Beth?” “You mean that it was your mother?” Frank asks still not looking at you. “She is not my mother,” you snap at your father. “From here on out she is Beth.” Frank nods looking down at his hands. “Did you know?” you ask sitting up on the bed. Frank looks over at you with tears in his eyes. “Sweetheart,” he tries. “Did you know what she did to me when I was a child?” you demand. “I did not know,” he says. You can clearly see that he is hiding something. “But?” you continue pressing him. “I had my suspicions,” he admits tears running from his eyes. You look at him for a moment. Your mind is screaming and your heart is breaking. “Get out,” you point at the door. “Sweetheart,” Franks stands up. “Get the fuck out!” you yell still pointing at the door. You could not look at him any longer. He thought Beth might have done something to you, but he never once told you. How could he keep something like this from you?

  Outside the room the group stops, not wanting to go too far from Y/N. “She knows what her mother did to her,” Dr Cho says. “What did she say?” Bruce wonders his brows connecting as he looks down at the tablet in his hands. “She did not get the chance to say anything,” Steve mumbles. “Frank showed up.” Bruce and Tony share a look. “What do you know?” Dr Coo asks. Bruce hands her his tablet. She lets out a gasp and looks back at the door into Y/N room. “What?” Nat and Steve say at the same time. “It looks like the Manchurian Candidate and Steve aren’t the only Super Soldiers anymore,” Tony admits. Steve pales, Nat pulls a hand on his arm. “Get the fuck out!” they hear Y/N yelling from her room. Steve and Nat run to the door. Frank is standing by Y/N bed with tears running from his face. “Get out!” Y/N yells and Nat walks over to Frank. She puts takes his arms and drags him out of the room. When he is out Steve walks over to the door and closes it. Tears are running own Y/N face, her breathing is hitching. He walks over to the bed and pulls her into his arms. She hugs him tight. Steve does not say a word, just letting her cry.

 Minutes pass and you start calming down. Steve takes a step back and sits down on at a chair beside the bed. You miss his arms around you directly. “If you are going to yell at me,” you said and looked at him. “Please do so now.” “Why would I yell at you,” Steve wondered taking her hand in his. “I forgot my training,” you said, looking down on her lap. “I let her get the drop on me.” “She is your mother,” Steve said. “You were not prepared to see her there. You did nothing wrong.” “Beth is not my mother,” you say meeting Steve’s eyes. “She is the woman that gave birth to me, but she is also the woman that experimented on me in her womb and then when I was born.” Steve looks at you with big eyes. You close your eyes. You were a fucking lab rat to your mother for several years. “Talk to me,” Steve caresses the back of your hand with his thumb. You open your eyes and look at him. “I don’t know what to say,” you whisper. Steve stands up and sits down at your bed. “Beth is Hydra,” you look down at your lap. “She told me she did not want a baby and when Hydra wanted her to experiment on doing new super soldiers; she volunteered using the baby growing in herself. She had hoped I would die in her stomach. Hydra wanted to make soldiers out of children and babies all to mould a new kind of obedient soldier that they could control. A new kind of weapon. She experimented on me in the womb and then she continued until the day she left.” Steve brushes away a few tears. “My father had his suspicions, but he never said a word.” Steves' face is close to you and you can feel his breath on your face. You look each other in the eyes. Steve has yet to say a word. His hand is on your cheek. There is a knock on the door and Steve moves back from you. Dr Cho, Tony and Bruce are in the doorway. “Can we come in?” Bruce asks. You nod and Steve stands up to leave. “Stay,” you say pulling him down to sit on your bed, but you pull a little too hard so he loses his balance and falls on you. “Sorry,” you cry out. Steve just laughs and sits upon your bed. “Don’t worry, Doll. You did not hurt me,” he says caressing your cheek. You blush. Bruce clears his throat. “I know what you are here to say,” You muses. “I am now a super soldier like Steve and Bucky.” “Yes and No,” Tony smirks at you. Steve turns his head from you. His eyes focusing on Tony.

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Love is Blind - Chpt 14

(Hoo boy. I had to rewrite sections of this. Then I had to sit back and quietly cackle to myself. Then I had to wonder if I was a bad person for enjoying this. 

It may be a few days before I can start on 15, fyi.

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Also, the title for this chapter (which is also on AO3! Same name for me and it!) is...

Is this goodbye?

Words: ~2500)

“Red or blue?”

“EDDIE. SHE’S BLIND. IT DOESN’T MATTER.”

“That’s not the point! I just… ugh!” Eddie tossed both shirts back down onto his bed before flopping back onto it as well. He glowered up at the ceiling, watching as Venom’s head moved up into his field of view.

“YOU ARE BEING STUPID.”

“And you’re being unhelpful.” He shoved at the head and rolled onto his side. A less charitable person would have called it sulking.

Venom sighed and moved again to look Eddie in the eyes. “WE LOVE LITTLE BIRD. YOU LOVE HER. SHE LOVES US BOTH. WHY IS THIS DIFFICULT?”

Eddie rubbed tiredly at his face. “V, it’s not that simple… I don’t… I don’t know if she feels the same for me as she does for…” He trailed off, dropping his hands tiredly.

“FOR US?” Venom tilted his head curiously.

“Yeah.”

“SHE GAVE YOU KISSES. SHE DIDN’T GIVE US KISSES.”

Eddie huffed out a breath. “You ate all her chocolate. You’re lucky she didn’t throw you out.”

Venom nodded slowly, eyes narrowing. “SHE HIT US WITH A SHOE. WHEN IT WAS YOUR FAULT.”

“The only reason she didn’t hit me too was because she missed. Damn impressive that she even hit you, V.” Eddie reached out, finally tugging Venom’s head close to his chest so he could stroke along his jaw. “You’re really not helping by trying to compare like this. Emotions are just… complicated for humans.”

Venom cuddled his head up under Eddie’s chin and rumbled soothingly. He gently spread tendrils along Eddie’s skin and tightened them into a gentle hug. “YOU ARE STILL BEING STUPID.”

“Maybe I am. But after everything that happened with Anne…” He trailed off slowly. The tightness in his chest and throat whenever he thought about his ex was absent. Yes, he felt a little sad… but it wasn’t the same. Was this moving on?

“EDDIE.” Venom’s teeth nipped the edge of the man’s jaw to get his attention. “FOR HUMANS TRUST IS PART OF LOVE, YES?”

Eddie nodded slightly and resumed his gently stroking along Venom’s head. “Yeah, it’s a pretty big part of it in my opinion.”

“YES. AND WE TRUSTED LITTLE BIRD WITH OUR SECRET. WE TRUSTED HER WHEN WE WERE HURT. VULNERABLE.” Venom insisted, being surprisingly patient.

“…Well, yeah. I mean, we didn’t mean to trust her with our secret, she figured out who I was. But I would have told her.”

“LITTLE BIRD TRUSTS US, BOTH OF US, EDDIE. SHE TRUSTED HER BODY TO ME. SHE TRUSTED HER PAIN TO US BOTH WHEN THE BAD THINGS HAPPENED. SHE TRUSTED HER BODY TO YOU BY SLEEPING BY US. VULNERABLE. YOU ARE JUST BEING STUBBORN AND STUPID.”

Eddie tugged Venom’s head away from his throat and stared at him suspiciously. “When did you start getting wise about relationships?”

“LATE NIGHT SITCOMS.”

Eddie shuddered and pushed himself back to his feet. “God, we really are doomed if that’s our source of advice.”

~

Eddie left a voicemail for Liz when she didn’t pick up the phone the next morning. He’d made reservations at a restaurant for tomorrow night and wanted to be sure she was free at the time. He also wanted to check on how she was doing. Despite not answering, he wasn’t too worried. There were plenty of reasons for why she might not have been able to answer the phone.

Instead of worrying, Eddie and Venom went out to get work done. Taking several days off to look after Liz meant that Eddie wasn’t doing research for articles. Articles that would then be used to pay for important things. Like rent and utilities. And chocolate. Too be fair, a lot of his work had gotten easier since Venom came into his life. Or at least less threatening. Possible drug deal going down? No problem trying to sneak in for a peak. If everything went to hell Venom would just get a few extra heads to eat.

“What if we did an article on you, V?” Eddie asked, twirling a pen between his fingers while sitting a table in a small café. Venom had formed a tendril into something that looked enough like a Bluetooth that people wouldn’t question why Eddie was talking to himself.

YOU COULD ACTUALLY CORRECT SOME OF THOSE STUPID RUMORS ABOUT US. Venom’s interested was piqued. He’d been somewhat grouchy all day.

Eddie chuckled and started scribbling notes onto a pad of paper. “Yeah, those lizardman theories are pretty funny.”

THEY ARE NOT. THEY ARE INSULTING. Venom had tried to threaten a newspaper seller the first time he’d seen one of those articles. Eddie refused to allow his symbiote to eat the newspaper man and the actual author.

“You’re being sulky.” Eddie teased playfully.

HMPH.

He set the pen aside and looked out the window at the cars busily speeding to and for, the people talking on their phones as they strolled past. It was a pleasant day outside, they really should go out and enjoy some of it.

“Why don’t we go check on Liz tonight if she doesn’t call me back? You can bring her chocolate as an apology.”

He could feel the symbiote perk up within his body at the idea. YES. THEN WE CAN GET OUR GOODBYE KISS TOO.

Eddie couldn’t explain to Venom why the thought of a goodbye kiss suddenly made him feel anxious.

~

By the time the sun had set there was still no call back from Liz. Eddie reminded himself that she probably couldn’t know if she had a voicemail on her phone. She might have been in the shower or something and hadn’t even heard it ring. Trying to be reasonable, he called her again to let her know they were planning to stop by soon.

There was still no answer.

Eddie felt worry settling into his stomach like a heavy stone. It didn’t help when Venom picked up on the feeling too. Of course, Venom didn’t do well with sitting and stewing on things. He wanted action. Eddie didn’t argue when the symbiote demanded they go check on Liz.

Venom dug his claws into the side of the building and reached out for the window.

We forgot to grab chocolate for her.

He snarled and pushed the window open, slipping into the dark apartment. “SHE HAS MADE US WORRY. WE ARE EVEN.” His long tongue lashed the air as he prowled through the living room and into the bedroom. No sign of Liz. More worrying, the scent of her within the rooms was fading, old.

No one else was here?

“NO. HER THINGS ARE GONE. THE STICK. HER JACKET. DOOR IS LOCKED.” Venom had walked over to the door to double check.

Eddie didn’t want to think it. Didn’t want to say it. But…

What if she was attacked on the street again?

Venom snarled and whipped around. He ran to the window and leapt out, leaving it open behind him. He didn’t care about human etiquette right now. It had been too long, with too many people around, to follow a scent on the streets. But Venom knew where Liz liked to shop for her snacks.

He slammed into the small shop, barely avoiding smashing the door. The woman behind the counter, far less impressive than Mrs. Chen, screamed and instantly tried to cower under the counter. Venom merely leaned over and snarled down at her. If he was here to kill her, she would already be dead. Stupid woman.

“WHERE IS-“ He broke off for a moment. “LIZ? WHERE IS SHE?!” It was only the second time Venom had ever used her actual name. Calling her little bird made her… his. He liked that. But no one else, except maybe Eddie, was allowed to know or use that name for Liz.

“What?! She-she hasn’t been in! I have- I haven’t seen her in a w-week. Oh god, don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me!”

Venom snorted and shoved away from the counter. He stalked out of the shop and stood still, hands clenched into fists. Not having some kind of solution to a problem was an unpleasant sensation.

V, I have an idea. What about that work buddy of Liz’s, Calvin?

Ah, Eddie was an investigative reporter. Of course, he would have ideas for how to continue the search for their little bird.

“WHERE IS HE, EDDIE?” Venom snarled, leaping up to climb to the roof.

Well, I don’t know yet! Get us home, I can find out where to find him.

Venom was going to get answers from this Calvin, one way or another. He hurried to swing home so Eddie could get a location for them.

~

Being bonded to the symbiote meant that Eddie had a good idea about what Venom had planned. And scaring the shit out of Liz’s coworker to get answers was going to be their last resort, not their first. He spent most of the trip back to the apartment arguing with Venom over it. Finally, the symbiote relented when Eddie pointed out that fear could work against them. And that it was still an option at the end.

Eddie threw himself at his laptop once Venom got them back into their place. He couldn’t let himself think about anything but the work. He already had the name of the company Liz worked with, once on the website he found their staff and located Calvin’s information. No home listing. Fine. Eddie started googling his name to get an address. Thinking too much wasn’t going to help. He would start seeing blood splashed on sidewalks. Hospital rooms. Funerals.

His hands were shaking bad enough that his handwriting was nearly illegible. Eddie stopped and braced himself against the desk, letting shudders run through his body. No. Liz was a fighter. Independent and strong in her own way. She was going to be fine.

WE WILL FIND HER, EDDIE. TOGETHER.

He swallowed hard and nodded, lifting his head and quickly writing down the address. “Yeah. We will.”

They had to.

~

Eddie parked the motorcycle and leapt off, hurrying up to the steps of the apartment complex. It was a nicer place than his, not that he cared, but the main door was locked and he would need to be buzzed in.

WE CAN CLIMB IN. BREAK A WINDOW.

“Last resort, V.” Eddie muttered under his breath and pressed down on the numbered buzzer. Hopefully Calvin was still awake, it was pretty early in the night still.

After a few moments there was a staticky noise from the intercom. “Hello?” The voice was Calvin’s, mildly annoyed.

“It’s Eddie. Eddie Brock. Look, I need to talk to you.”

“In the middle of the night? No, I’m not going to help you with some damn article.”

Eddie gritted his teeth and pressed harder on the intercom. “Liz is missing. Last time I saw her was yesterday afternoon. I called her this morning. She wasn’t home when I checked about an hour ago. I just want to know if she’s safe.”

There was a sudden click from the direction of the door before Calvin’s voice came back on. “Get up here so we can talk.”

~

“We have to take this to the cops. She hasn’t been gone forty-eight hours, but she’s blind. She could be hurt somewhere and have no way of getting around. Liz wouldn’t have gone this long without contacting either of us. She has clients who rely on her being available when they need her.” Calvin looked tired, slumped in his chair.

“They’ll take too long, I can find her faster. I just need something to… give me a direction.” Eddie said, pacing back and forth in front of the other man. Between his own agitation and Venom’s, he couldn’t stand still.

Calvin frowned faintly at Eddie. “How can you do better than the cops? They can track her phone, once they have a warrant.”

Eddie paused for a brief moment to rake his fingers through his hair and glare at Calvin. “I can’t explain how. I just can.”

“I know you’re worried…” The other man’s voice actually turned gentle. “You love her, don’t you?”

There was a long moment of silence as the cold ache settled back in Eddie’s chest. He could feel Venom’s attention fixated on him. On his answer.

“I never told her.” Eddie whispered softly.

Calvin sighed and leaned back again. “Look, I don’t know if this will help, but one of Liz’s cop friends, Allen, passed me some information. It’s not public. If you print this, it’s going to be my job, Eddie.” He said sternly.

“I just want to find Liz. I swear.”

“That fire at the station? It wasn’t natural. It started in the holding cells. And the only person from the holding cells that is unaccounted for is Aaron Sidler, Liz’s patient.” Calvin had closed his eyes, rubbing at his face. “I was going to tell Liz tomorrow.”

Eddie was grateful that Calvin wasn’t looking because Venom tried to surge up from his body. Rage, fear, and horror exploded from the symbiote’s mind, nearly swamping his human host. Eddie staggered and put his hand against a wall for support. He worked to send calm strength back to Venom. Not here, not yet.

“I need his files.” He knew his voice was hoarse, tight.

Calvin’s head snapped back up, eyes shocked. “What?” He shook his head. “I can’t give you confidential files, Eddie. That’s… too far.”

Eddie snarled, fighting to keep Venom from coming out and forcing the information from the stupid, rule following, man. “I can find what I need online, Calvin! It’ll just take me longer! That could be the difference between finding her alive and finding her dead! This isn’t for me, this isn’t about egos. I just want to find Liz!”

The man leaned further back, licking his lips nervously. Perhaps Eddie hadn’t been fully successful in keeping Venom completely hidden. “I can’t.” He croaked out. “I’ll lose my license. I can’t give you those files.”

“YES. YES YOU CAN. AND YOU WILL.” Venom covered Eddie’s body and stepped closer to the man. He leaned down to bring his face, and his many teeth, closer to Calvin’s face. His hands were braced on either side of the chair, effectively pinning him in.

Calvin was shaking in terror, face pale as he made small, terrified noises.

“GIVE US THE FILES. NOW!” Few normal people could cope with having Venom screaming in their face.

~

Venom and Eddie left through the closest window, swinging away from the apartment. They left behind a traumatized, if intact, man and Eddie’s motorcycle. It was faster to go around this way and Venom’s limited patience was already wearing thin. He clutched a packet of papers as he rushed to find a safe place to go through them. To let Eddie find the thread that would lead them to the one who had taken away his little bird.

“WE ARE COMING. WAIT FOR US.”

Because Venom didn’t know, didn’t want to know, what he would do if she wasn’t still waiting for them.

#love is blind #venom x liz #venom x oc #eddie x oc #symbrock #venom x eddie x oc #angst #is this goodbye? #what would you do venom? #you all get to suffer with me #and i will feed off your tears

[tellmesomethinggg]

journal 76

hello hello hello

how i’ve missed you

much to say, hopefully i can get the important stuff out before sleep. if i can put down my phone for a bit lol

where to start? how about the feeling of life racing by and everything still going snail speed. like the days are moving, but i’m not making the progress i need/want to be making because i just don’t have a schedule to work out routinely, i don’t make enough money to save up for a car, i don’t meet people to make new friends and maybe even date. general anxieties about my lack of what i perceive to be success. sucks, but we learn to live with it until something happens. but in the meantime, dealing with it leaves me on autopilot mode, zoning through the days and not really present i guess. i’ve gone to disney so many times and i just don’t get the same feeling as i’ve always gotten, but also, there’s a lot of dread because i only have like three more months of being able to just go to disney which is not a fun thought and may be putting a mood over me when i go now. i could go on about all this for a lot longer, to explain more, but i think this gets the general picture. i could come back to this topic later, i have other things i want to make sure i cover. 

i thought that i’d be fine, in terms of seeing matt again, what with us being at puerta and sharing friends from ondas. but he moved in in the past weekend, while i’ve been with family/working, and i had to stop by the apartment before work one day, and i almost had a panic attack while driving. i could feel my heart beating faster and faster, and i had to tell myself to breathe, just breathe, i’m driving i need to just breathe and i’m around the corner, i’m fine, you know? i managed to de-escalate enough to drive safely to the apartment and get inside, but i think paulina could tell i wasn’t okay. if i think back now, i probably sounded crazy. i’m pretty sure i was talking too fast for normal, and shaking too, and i asked her - before, when i had originally told them both about everything that had happened, they offered, “if you want, matt can be not allowed in the apartment”, paired with some casual joking about kicking him out, and i said no, i i’ll be fine, i’ll be civil and mature or whatever - and so i asked, if he could not be allowed in the apartment, and she quickly agreed, which was a bit of a relief. and this was back on tuesday. i texted jon about it and just told her, and she was supportive of my decision, but i didn’t really convey the strength of how much anxiety i had about this. then, yesterday (wednesday i guess), i went back again. no panic/anxiety attack, just an underlying anxiety, which i was able to talk away, because i was fine yesterday and didn’t run into him yesterday, so why would i today? it was also his birthday, which is not relevant, but hey. i ate and spent around 30-40 minutes at my apartment, alone, before going to starbucks. i went, and was on my phone while waiting for my drink. and i was on the snap map, and saw his location was nearby, obviously at his apartment. but the problem was, that it glitched for a bit. it showed his location in the parking lot, then when i zoomed in a bit, at starbucks. and this caused another onset of panic. i was internally freaking out, and didn’t want to turn around and look when someone walked in, but eventually forced myself to, and didn’t see him at all. i checked again, and the snap map was back to normal, with his location across the street in puerta and not with me at starbucks, and i was able to calm down a bit. i sat in the car for a bit, which gave me some psuedo confidence, and what i mean by this is that, i felt as though i could disguise any anxiety and whatnot if i were to run into him because i was in a forking tesla and had my nice pink drink with my fancy straw and felt better because of that. and then i went and got lunch with the roomies, conveyed my request to emilou, which she was also understanding about, and i went off. but the story doesn’t end there, and i went to work that night. and for some reason i had that unnerving concern that what if, matt and cole decided to go to spectrum because it was his birthday after all, and what if they passed by ae and saw me, and said hi, and i had to deal with that interaction while at work and freaking out inside, and this ate me up for a bit, worrying that that might happen. and that’s all that’s happened in the past few days concerning him, and i think the one thing i really have to say about this whole situation is, isn’t it scary how he went from talking me down and helping me with panic/anxiety to him being a trigger? isn’t it scary how he switched sides, from helpful, to hurting? what the fuck? why did it have to happen this way? the irony. that’s what i get for liking guys and making friends with guys i like.

i’m trying to remember what else i wanted to write about, but can’t. i feel like there was - oh. chloe. she texted today, asking about when i’m coming. and now i’m meeting her on monday to go to roseville to go shopping with money i don’t have, to have conversations i don’t want to have, to be with someone i don’t really want to be with. some part of me is frustrated that she won’t let me go, but another realizes that maybe she wants closure, but someone wanting closure wouldn’t ask to spend a whole day together, that’s someone who’s desperately trying to salvage something that’s been broken for months. i haven’t trusted her since april. it’s september now. this will be interesting. i really don’t want to do this, but also, i don’t know how to communicate that properly without dealing with the inevitable conflict and pestering parents. i need to stop letting my friends get close to my parents because then my parents get invested and i don’t like having to justify me cutting off someone to my parents and then get told that i should keep them in my life. this is frustrating. 

also i really want the apple credit card because the rewards would be good for me, but i don’t make enough money for them to think i’m responsible enough, even though i’ve got real good credit. and i really wish i had 2500 dollars so i could buy a car and insurance and parking and not have to worry about borrowing a car. and also, being with my aunt and uncle and cousins through their day by day exchanges is a little weird and kinda awkward because i see the arguments and controlling and frustrations that i normally wouldn’t witness and it’s awkward to get caught in the middle of their conflict because i really don’t know how to deal with that. also i should call my mum, it’s been a while. and i should get some sleep, i’ve got to get ready for a long week and the beginning of getting back to school next week.

wish me good luck charlie, life is nonstop and has been nonstop, and the pace is about to get fast as fuck. 

you should know better.

how am i supposed to know what’s on your mind? i’m tired of cracking code

you should know better.

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

hhhhhh,,,, fluffy centaur Quan x summoner pls and thank u. Maybe he teaches them not to be afraid of horses?

I actually thought about writing this like, all day yesterday, so catch me finally getting to this!!! The real mood is thinking about writing but never doing it hahah. me reading this: oh fluffy?? I’ll… I’ll get there. 

OKAY SO THIS IS ABOUT 2500 WORDS AND I WAS PLANNING ON WRITING MOREE BUT THAT CAN BE FOR A PART 2!

In other words, as of putting this in my queue, I’m free form the grasp of this fic and hopefully, halfway through November, I can add something to the “November Mastlist” post that has sat in my drafts. 

You couldn’t see yourself without an animal by your side;  you adored dogs and cats or birds and fish, honestly, most animals warmed your heart. You had even met a few mythical creatures in your time, there was a sweet river nymph who lived very close to your property, and you had once nursed a wisp when it was weak during the winter months. Yes, you adored all animals; alas, horses terrified you.

There was an incident from when you were a child that you hated to recall; you had traveled to town with your mother to pick up some things from the market, and your curious little nature brought you up to a caravan horse. The man had warned you that his horse was a feisty one, but you were young and stupid and must have done something to upset it-your memory got fuzzy around here- because I next moment you could recall was having the wind knocked out of you and feeling tears fall down your face.

The horse had bucked, and hit you square in the chest; you broke 3 of your lower ribs and sported an ugly purple bruise. You then had to be bedridden for a few weeks while they healed. And while you were older now, you still had some hesitance towards the creatures. You would like to get to know one but your fear held you back.

Today was a normal day, though you chest ached at the old memory. You were going to collect fruit at the fringes of your property, and you had your basket already. It was a short walk over, but the day was peaceful and the sun was welcoming. It wasn’t long before you got to your cherry trees, but before you could begin picking them, you froze. Was… was that a horse, somehow lost amongst your trees?

The horse moved, and to your absolute horror, your met eyes with a person. Well, obviously not a person, a centaur. You would have screamed, but really you were too shocked to even speak. Weren’t centaurs nomadic? What was one even doing near here?

“Hello? I-is someone there?” he moved towards you, and you got view of the gash along his side. “I fear I can’t see well...” He stepped closer to you, and you stumbled back. He was obviously injured, but still, fear paralyzed you. “Please, I… I need help...”

“I-I,” Somehow you found your voice. Despite how scared you were, you knew he needed help. You had the proper training, if you could get him back to your house you could treat him but… getting back to your home would be the hardest part. “I’m, I’m here.” You stepped more into his view, and his hazy eyes focused on you. “Can you, I mean… oh...” You took a deep breath. “I can help you but you have to come back to my house. Do you think you can make it that far?” You stared pointedly at the ground as you spoke, unable to meet his gaze or look at his bleeding side.

“If you err, lead the way, I should be able to make it...” He moved closer, holding his hand out to you. “Please...” You started at his outstretched hand. You took a deep breath, and clasped your hand with his, and began leading the way; if you didn’t think about it, you could make yourself believe you were leading another human away. But the pit in your stomach would not leave, and the way your house came much too soon. You always wondered why the doors were so tall, and why the ceiling was so high, perhaps this was it. Once inside your cabin-esqe home, he collapsed to the floor in a panting mess.

“O-okay, try to stay awake, I’ll um, get my things.” You moved quickly to your kitchen, relieved when he let out a little groan to tell you he was still with you. You were glad to have wood floors for once, you didn’t want to think about getting blood out of carpet.

“It’s… getting a little harder to stay awake...” His voice was faint but cut through the otherwise quiet of your home.

“You have to stay with me, okay?” Once finding what you need, you took a deep breath and returned to him. “I’m right here with you so… there’s nothing to fear.” Swallowing your own fear, you sat near to him with shaking hands and pounding heart; this was no time to panic, though, you merely had to focus on what your job was now. Once you had this wound cleaned and stitched, you could hide in your room while he slept to regain his energy. After that, who knows but for now you had a job to do.

~*~

How could one person… centaur… person… well, how could he sleep so long? As soon as you were done with his wound, you took a long bath and hid in your room but you felt bad that he was just alone curled up on your floor… so you made sure he was leaning against the couch and had a few pillows, a blanket even. You always tiptoed around him when you had to be inside, though you tried your best to stay outside. It wasn’t until the night of the third day he stirred, waking slowly to the smell of slow cooking stew.

“Hello?” His voice was quiet and thick with sleep. Slow hands came to rub at tired brown eyes, and push back wild bangs from his eyes. “Uh, is anyone there? Where am I?”

“You’re in my house.” Your voice came as a quick quip from somewhere in front of him, he had to wait for his eyes to focus. Finally, across the room he could see you before a warm stove, stirring something that smelt delicious.

“Ah, I thought I saw a fairy but I figured it was just my dreams.” A warm chuckle left him, and as he removed the blankets from himself he saw that his side was properly cleaned and bandaged. “Were you the one to heal me, little fairy?” You didn’t like how casual he sounded, how playful he seemed to be, when you were still on edge.

“Yes, that was me.” You didn’t mean to make your replies scarce, it really just happened. You didn’t know what to say to him without telling him how your heart was beating erratically. He seemed to pick up on this, despite still being a little tired, and hummed.

“Could I get my fairy’s name, then? I’m Quan.” He offered you a smile and stood to his full height, stretching his human limbs as he did so.

“Please don’t call me fairy… my name is um, _____.” You said softly, unwilling to look at him.  “Dinner won’t be ready until a little while longer, so why don’t you bathe? I err, don’t think my bathroom could fit you, but if you leave the house and head west a bit, you’ll find a river.” You just wanted him out for a bit so you could collect your thoughts.

“Oh, um, alright?” Quan laughed a little. “I’ll take you up on that offer, then.” He was just about to leave before you spoke again.

“Oh but, um, make sure you ask Lorelei first, okay? She doesn’t like people barging into her water without asking.”

“Lorelei?” he asked, glancing over to you.

“She’s a water nymph who makes the river around my property her home.” Was all you said. Quan nodded, opening the door and leaving your home after that. Perhaps this Lorelei could tell him why you were acting so strange around him. Quan knew you had to be kind; it's not every day a stranger takes you in, stitches your wounds, and offers to feed you. Still, you refused to meet his gaze, and hardly had a reply for him. Perhaps you were just shy? But it felt like so much more than that…

It wasn’t long before Quan found his way to the river, as you said he would, but he didn’t see anyone there, nymph or otherwise. So tentatively, he called out “Um, Lorelei?” It was silent a moment, and Quan felt silly for having called out when no one was there, but mischievous laughter filled his ears soon enough.

“Oo are you the one _____ brought back?” Quan looked to the other shore, and there a woman with short hair sat, eyeing him up and down. “I see, no wonder she sounded so scared...” Lorelei, he assumed, spoke under her breath and nodded to herself, smirking then. “What can I do for you, handsome?” She sat up fully, grinning all the while.

“Uh, Quan. Call me Quan.” Lorelei nodded, though he felt she wouldn’t call him by name. “_____ said I could bathe here. That is if I asked. So may I?” Quan asked, smile on his face. Lorelei smiled a little wider.

“Why do I feel that’s not all?” Her voice was sing-song, and she giggled after. “What else did you want to ask Mr. Centaur?” Lorelei winked, and Quan wondered how she could read him so easily, but perhaps it was simply written all over his face.

“____… they… for whatever reason, they seem standoffish with me.” Quan frowned a little. Did he say or do something to hurt you before he fell unconscious?

“Oh, that? It’s nothing you did, poor dear can’t help it.” Lorelei tutted softly, shaking her head. “When they were young, they got into a terrible accident with a horse that ended up hurting them a lot. They’ve been scared of horses ever since, so that could be why they’re wary of you love.” She smiled, sending a wink his way as well. “But you didn’t hear that from me, okay? You have a nice wash, dear, I’ll try not to stare too much.” And as quick as she came, Lorelei was gone. Quan was left to ponder how he should go about speaking with you now; as well as look warily over his shoulder for any peeping nymphs.

Soon enough, you were finished making the stew. You hadn’t cleared your head much, but you had come to the conclusion that you shouldn’t be mean to Quan just because you were scared of him. You didn’t want to come off as rude, but you were debating telling him why you acted in such a way… You absentmindedly filled two bowls and cut some bread to eat as well. Just as you were wondering where Quan was, a knock came at the door.

“C-come in!” You kept your back to him, after all, you still had bread to cut. You didn’t want to eat the whole loaf this evening but if you kept ignoring him too pointedly it would all end up cut.

“Lorelei was… not what I expected.” You chanced a glance at Quan, who was still a little wet from the river's water. Water stuck to his hair and face and he wasn’t wearing the clothing he was before; he probably washed that too, but you quickly turned back to the food. You didn’t want to acknowledge the blush on your face.

“She… yeah, that happens.” You shook your head, stifling a laugh that would be far too awkward. “Dinner is ready, I’m sure your starving.” You picked up a bowl for him, and two pieces of bread and carefully walked over to him. “I guess the table is too small for you so...” You trailed off, but Quan happily took the offered treats. “That’s no problem at all.” He smiled down at you but you couldn’t meet his gaze and were quick to retreat from him and grab your own food. You were tempted to sit at the table facing away from him, but again you didn’t want to be rude. So you sat at the table, and Quan stood, and the two of you ate in an awkward silence that you weren’t sure how to end. You mostly picked at your food, but you noticed how hungry Quan was; it was kinda cute though, he was still trying his best to be polite in your presence.

You stared down at your food, picking at the meat and playing with the broth. You rested your hand under your chin, and your elbow on the table. Before you could help it, a large sigh left you; one that caught Quan’s attention from his food (you noted he was nearly done anyway) and left him staring wide-eyed at you.

“Is… everything alright?” His words were soft, hesitant as you were. You stared at him a moment; in his haste to eat, he made a bit of a mess, and a bit of broth trailed down his bare chest. You looked away but somehow found it in you to reply.

“It’s… not you, as much as you may feel it is.” You looked to him again, this time searching his eyes. “I just… well...” Another sigh left you, and you closed your eyes a moment.

“You don’t need to say another word; Lorelei told me.” You opened your eyes now, lips set in a pout.

“That little jerk...” You muttered shaking your head. “She just can’t keep her mouth shut, huh?” You would have sighed again, but decided against it. “So I… guess now you know, huh?” You looked away again, even though you could feel your heated gaze on you.

“Don’t worry, I understand completely. It’s natural to feel some fear and hesitance after an experience like that.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and you disliked admitting how comforting he really sounded. “I don’t know what I can do, but I’m willing to help in any way I can.”

“Well… It’s been odd having you around, but I admit I...” You shook your head. “What am I saying….”

“No, go on. Tell me.”

“It’s going to sound stupid...”

“I doubt that sincerely, _____. I want to hear what you have to say.”

“It’s just… It’s been nice having you here? Even when you were, well, you know, just sleeping… It helped me a lot seeing you so peaceful. N-not like I watched you sleep or whatever, you were just, you know, in the middle of my living room so like...” Quan’s laughter met your ears, and you finally looked back to him. He was grinning wide with a look of mirth.

“I don’t think I’ve heard you say that much to me in our brief time together.” You blinked a moment as he still laughed, and thought about it. Perhaps that was the most you said to him-- and was it really so hard?

“I… guess so...” You smiled a little yourself, shaking your head. “Well… your stitches still need another week before I can take them out.” You said.

“During that week?” Quan asked, finished with his food now.

“Well… it’s going to sound silly but… maybe you could, well, you know… help me be… like, not so afraid of horses? And centaurs too, I guess...” You looked up to him with wide, hopeful eyes.

“It would be my honor, _____.” His smile was so charming, for a moment you lost yourself in it; perhaps the next week would be great, and you would get over your fears. Looking into his eyes, you could believe that.

#fire emblem #fe genealogy of the holy war #fe quan #this took forever #lets hope I can write other things now!!!!