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soulofapatrick · 3 months

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Protect You - Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Summary: You come into work injured and Hotch accidentally outs your relationship

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: None really

Notes: I honestly don't know where this one came from but enjoy hehe

Y/N’s POV

As I step into the familiar confines of the BAU bullpen, a sigh of relief escapes my lips upon noticing it’s only Spencer present as the others always arrive later. Hotch and Rossi must be holed up in their offices, shielding them from witnessing the bruised left side of my face and the split lip that I’m trying to conceal with my hair, keeping my head down. I would try make-up but they’re profilers, we’re profilers, there’s no point hiding any of it as they’ll work it out.

Every moment reminds me of the ache throbbing on my face, a constant reminder of the altercation that occurred early this morning. I try to mask the discomfort with a tight-lipped smile, but I know Spencer sees through it the moment his gaze flickers up from the file he’s absorbed in. His eyes widen in concern, and he’s on his feet so fast his chair clatters to the ground, abandoning his document to rush to my side.

I appreciate his silent understanding, his quick grasp of the situation without needing an explanation. It's moments like these that remind me why the BAU feels like family.

“Hey,” Spencer’s voice is gentle, his concern palpable as he takes in my appearance, eyes flickering over the bruises, assessing whether I need medical or not, “What happened to you?”

I offer a weak shrug, sliding onto my desk so Spencer can slide into my chair like we usually sit, waiting for Emily, JJ and Morgan to arrive, “Oh just a little accident.” I murmur, trying to downplay the severity of it, though the pain pulses with each word. Spencer raises his eyebrows, scoffing lightly, drawing a heavy sigh from me, I relent, knowing I can’t actually keep it from my best friend, “Jessica might have found me in Hotch’s bed this morning after he left to be here early,” I pause, letting that sink in first, the fact I was in our boss’ bed, “She… well, she punched me and I just left her… she’s still grieving and it’s been just over a year now…”

Spencer's hand finds mine, a silent gesture of solidarity amidst the chaos. And in that moment, I'm grateful for his unwavering support, his quiet strength anchoring me to reality when everything feels like it's spiralling out of control, “Are you going to tell Hotch?”

Before I can respond, the authoritative timbre of Hotch’s voice cuts through the air, drawing my gaze towards his office. Instinctively, I turn my head away, a futile attempt to shield him from the truth of what his ex-sister-in-law had down to me. But it’s too late. The damage is already written across my bruised face, a stark reminder of the violence that had erupted in the early hours of the morning.

Hotch strides into the bullpen, his gaze sweeping over the room before settling on me, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion. "Tell me what?" His voice is clipped, demanding answers that I'm not ready to give. Spencer gets up from my chair and moves over to where the coffee station is, staying within hearing distance but giving us enough privacy.

I swallow hard, feeling the weight of Hotch's gaze bearing down on me like a heavy burden. "It's nothing, Hotch," I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper as I keep my head bowed, unwilling to meet his gaze. But I can sense his skepticism, his unwavering determination to uncover the truth lurking beneath my hesitant words.

Before I can protest further, Hotch grips my chin with a gentle finger and thumb, forcing me to raise my face and meet his gaze. The shock that flashes across his features sends a shiver down my spine, his expression morphing from concern to horror, then to simmering anger barely contained beneath the surface.

His voice is low, a dangerous undercurrent lacing his words as he practically growls, “Who did this to you?”

I try to shake my head free from his grip but he won’t let me, cognac eyes full of anger as he searches my face. Every part of my wants to submit to him but I can’t ruin the last bit of Haley he has left by telling him and he finally sighs. He takes a risk and presses his forehead to mine, eyes closing and taking a deep breath before he’s letting me go and taking a step back just as the bullpen doors open. With one final lingering look he turns to the others and tells them to meet him in the meeting room in ten.

As Spencer intercepts Hotch on his way back to his office, a sense of foreboding settles over the bullpen, amplifying the tension already thick in the air. I watch, heart sinking, as Spencer murmurs something to Hotch, the words lost in the charged atmosphere. Hotch's head snaps up, his entire demeanour shifting in an instant. Even from behind, I can sense the fury radiating off him, a palpable force that sends a shiver down my spine. Whatever Spencer said has stirred a tempest within Hotch, one that threatens to consume everything in its path.

Before I can comprehend the gravity of the situation, Derek's voice breaks through the tense silence, his concern evident in the way he addresses me. "Oh shittt, what happened to you, baby girl?" he asks, his usually jovial tone replaced by genuine worry.

Spencer slumps back into my chair, his expression somber as Derek rounds the desk to his, drawing Emily and JJ's attention in the process. In moments like these, the boundaries between colleagues blur, replaced by the unspoken bonds of friendship and camaraderie that define us as a team. They crowd around me, their questions a chorus of concern as they inspect the bruises marring my skin. Despite their genuine care, I can feel the weight of their stares, the unspoken questions lingering in the air like a heavy fog.

Just as I'm about to ask them to drop it, a voice cuts through the chaos, echoing from Hotch's office with a force that silences the entire bullpen. "HOW DARE YOU LAY A HAND ON HER?!" Hotch's voice booms, despite his door and blinds being shut, reverberating off the walls with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt.

A stunned silence settles over the bullpen, the air thick with tension as Hotch's voice echoes through the confines of his office, despite the closed door and drawn blinds. His words hang in the air like a heavy pall, commanding attention and demanding justice. The sudden yelling draws Rossi out of his office, his expression a mix of concern and confusion as he surveys the scene unfolding before him. It's rare to witness Hotch lose his composure, and even rarer to hear him raise his voice with such raw intensity.

But, as the seconds tick by, the tension in the air becomes almost palpable, a tangible force that hangs heavy around us. We exchange uncertain glances, the weight of Hotch's anger casting a shadow over the once tranquil atmosphere of the bullpen. And then, just as quickly as it began, Hotch's voice rises again, the sound muffled by the closed door of his office. Despite the distance, his words carry with them a sense of finality, a declaration of his unwavering resolve, “I CAN DATE WHO I WANT, YOU DON’T GET TO DICTATE IF Y/N IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.”

As Hotch's voice reverberates through the closed door of his office, his words cut through the heavy silence like a knife. The weight of his declaration hangs heavy in the air, leaving us all stunned into silence.

Derek's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his mouth slightly agape as he processes the implications of Hotch's words. Emily's eyes widen, a mixture of shock and admiration reflecting in her gaze as she exchanges a quick glance with JJ. Spencer, ever the observer, remains stoic, his expression unreadable as he absorbs the gravity of Hotch's statement.

The realisation settles over us like a heavy blanket, each of us grappling with the implications of Hotch's unwavering resolve. In that moment, it's clear that he's not just defending my honour; he's asserting his autonomy, refusing to be swayed by the opinions or judgments of others. And as the echoes of his words fade into the background, we're left in a stunned silence, the weight of the moment pressing down upon us like a tangible force. For a brief moment, the chaos of the world outside fades away, replaced by the quiet intensity of the bullpen.

But our reverie is short-lived as Hotch reemerges from his office, his face flushed with anger and frustration. His gaze sweeps over us, a silent command to gather ourselves and move forward. Without a word, he gestures towards the conference room, his authoritative presence brooking no argument.

As the rest of the team practically rushes towards the conference room, driven by the urgency of the moment, I find myself lingering behind. The weight of everything that has transpired settles heavily upon my shoulders, anchoring me to the spot as I struggle to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. I remain perched on the edge of my desk, head bowed, my hands suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. The sound of familiar footsteps draws nearer, the rhythmic cadence echoing through the empty space of the bullpen. And then, like a beacon in the darkness, Hotch's shiny smart shoes appear in my line of sight, his presence casting a warm glow against the backdrop of uncertainty.

He says my name softly, a gentle reminder that I'm not alone in this moment of vulnerability. I lift my gaze to meet his, finding solace in the depths of his unwavering gaze. There's a tenderness in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the tumultuous journey we've embarked upon together.

In that moment, he looks at me like I've hung the stars, like I'm a goddess deserving of reverence and adoration. It's a gaze that speaks volumes, a silent confession of the depth of his feelings. And then, with a gentle touch, his hand reaches out to cup my unbruised cheek, his touch a balm against the ache of the morning's events. In the stillness of the bullpen, he draws me into a soft kiss, a silent promise of solidarity and unwavering support. In that fleeting moment, time stands still, the chaos of the world fading away as we find solace in each other's embrace. And as we pull away, the weight of the world feels a little lighter, buoyed by the strength of the bond that binds us together.

With a silent understanding, we rise from the tumult of the morning, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. And as we make our way towards the conference room, hand in hand, I know that no matter what the future holds, we'll face it together, united by the unbreakable ties of love and loyalty.

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indieyuugure · 8 months

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Your comic series is the first Rottmnt comic Iv ever read! It was an amazing first impression to the Rottmnt fandom! Could you teach me how to draw the turtle boys ( rise turtles)?

Also love the new update!

Aw! I’m so glad my comic made on good impression on you! ^v^

Of course! I’d love to help you!

So first thing’s first, here’s the boys the best I can draw them. The most important thing when learning to draw new characters is identifying what makes them look like them. We’ll start with the faces since that’s, in most cases, the point of focus.

Leo’s face is a pretty tall and vaguely pentagonal. His face is also very angular, the corners of his cheeks and top of his head are very sharp. Leo has the traditional style mask with tails that drop down to about his waist.

Donnie has that smart boi forehead and majestic eyebrows. His forehead often has a soft curve to it while, similarly to Leo, his cheeks and jaw use sharp angles. Remember too that the top of his head is flat, there’s no curve. His mask is that newer pirate style that wraps over the top of his head, with the tails looking like curvy squares.

Mikey’s face is a combination of a rounded square and a circle. The top of his head, while much rounder than Donnie’s, is somewhat square. The bottom of his face is a curve. Sometimes I draw the curve in line segments, but it’s not a requirement and won’t impact the way he looks. In general though, Mikey has a very circular face. His mask is the traditional TMNT style with the rounded bouncing tails on the back.

Raph is arguably the hardest to get right for some odd reason. Really though Raph’s face is just a shorter version of Leo’s face with slightly more exaggerated angles. His face is like a fat pentagon. Also tip: Raph’s eyes are always just a little smaller then you think they’re going to be. Trace some scenes from the ROTTMNT movie, you’ll see what I mean. Raph’s mask is the same style as Donnie’s where it covers the whole top of his head. There’s a small nick on the edge above his right cheek and the tails are tattered.

Okay, next are their markings! They play a lot in how easily identifiable they are.

I figured these diagrams should help as a little map as to what spots go where.

Alright, now we’ll look at their shells. There are many amazing diagrams and explanations for drawing their shells on Pinterest I’ve found, but I’ll sum it up here as best I can.

Leo’s shell is very sleek in design making his is profile look the thinnest of his brothers. Many people describe his general body shape as being an inverted triangle.

Donnie’s shell is very straight with hardly any curves. I didn’t include his battle shell in this since that qualifies as “gear” in my opinion, so you get to see what Donnie’s shell looks like! You’ll notice that the sides of his shell are very wide, which I’m guessing is because the curve of his carapace is so shallow.

Mikey’s shell is very similar to Leo’s but is a lot thicker and boxier(haha get it? Cause he’s like, a Box Turtle? :D I’m so lame…). He’s also much rounder and the distance between his plastron and carapace is pretty big.

Raph’s shell is probably the most complex of the boys because of all the spikes. Good things to keep in mind are that the spikes on the top of his plastron angle out, and spikes on his carapace flow up. In general think of Raph as a pentagon, he’s got big broad shoulders and arms and almost comically short legs. (And yes, I’m aware that I didn’t include the side of his shell here, it was too big to fit on the diagram. But just to give you an idea of where it should be, around the “w” in “flow” is where it should connect to his carapace.

Okay! So now that we’ve covered what the boys look like, let’s apply it to their bodies!

Here’s a quick sketch of Leo. “Oh, but Indie” I hear people say, “I can only draw basic shapes and stick figures!” Well to that I say good because that’s what I’m doing too!

For drawing action, it’s crucial to capture the energy of the character. And in a style like Rise’s energy is an iconic trait. So I’ve re-invented this “shape method” to actually be useful. The number one thing is that these shapes are loose guides as to the positioning of the body. Don’t think of these shapes as “well chests are like cubes and arms are like rectangles.” These shapes are place holders. I could replace those circles with stars and it wouldn’t change anything. I just use circles because they’re faster to scribble and stand out against the hard angles of everything else.

Here’s a picture of the shapes overlayed on the image, as you see, these shapes are guides to help comprehend a complex angle in 3D space. Sadly I don’t have much I can assist with on proportions, since I learned purely by studying total uncreepily real life people and myself (I swear I’m posing in the mirror for purely educational reasons! Okay!?).

But anyway, for this kind of thing, practice is the only remedy. Just draw action pose after action pose. Trace scenes from ROTTMNT and the movie to teach your eye to see what things should look like and to train your brain to recognize patterns of shapes and angles.

I hope you found this at all helpful. I’m not really sure how great of a teacher I am but people keep asking questions like these so I guess I’m okay. Glad you liked ROTP so much and I’m glad it made such a good impression on you! ^v^

Good question! :]

And of course if you have more questions, feel free to ask. Here are some previous asks about drawing I’ve gotten that you might also find interesting:

Tricks for Drawing Extra Expressive Faces

More Tricks for Drawing Expressions

Tips and Tricks to Drawing Non-Graphic Wounds

Basic Guide and Tips for Drawing the 2012 and Rise Turtles

How to Draw 2012 Raph’s Fire Ninpo

Nailing The 2012 TMNT Style in 2D

Important Concepts in Drawing Female Characters

#q&a #tmnt #ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #art #art tips #drawing #drawing tips #drawing stuff #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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navithescribe · 10 months

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You know what I see?

You wake up one morning, seeing your orange turtle-boyfriend is sketching you. It's so beautiful, and you're not really sure if you're really as beautiful as the sketch makes you out to be...

Warnings/tags: MikeyxReader, insecurities in appearance, comfort, fluff

🧡🐢🧡

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Waking up, you listened to the sound of a pencil scribbling on paper.

You opened your eyes and turned your head, seeing your turtle-boyfriend sitting with his sketch book on the bedside. You smiled a little at his concentrated look on the paper, while in his orange pjs he always wore at night. He was just too adorable sometimes.

You had slept over at the lair again. Ever since you and Mikey got together, you slept over quite a lot. It was easy and comforting to next to the orange clad hero. He always made you feel warm and safe in his arms… as long as you didn’t watch any scary movies before bedtime, then neither of you would get any sleep at night.

Suddenly the scribbling stopped, and his eyes met yours. He smiled sweetly and your heart already melted for the first time today.

“Mornin’ Beautiful.” His voice was always cheery first thing in the morning.

“Good morning,” You answered, still rubbing some sleep out of your eyes, “what time is it?”

“It’s just about 8:00.” Mikey chuckled.

With a tired groan, you slowly sat up and leaned onto Mikey, placing your head against his shoulder.

“Too early for a Saturday…” you grumbled, which just made your boyfriend laugh. You knew he had probably been awake for about an hour, if not more. He was always an early riser.

You glanced down at the sketchbook on Mikey’s lap to see what he was working.

It was you!

A portrait of you in profile, to be exact. It looked like he had been working on that sketch for a while.

“What do you think?” Mikey grinned excited, handing you the sketch book when he noticed you were looking at it.

You took it in your hands, observing the drawing closer.

Mikey’s talent never ceased to amaze you. He usually drew you in a more cartoonish style, but this was more realistic, not something you saw him do a lot.

The shades, the form of your head, the details in your hair and your eyes, as you stared off into the distance.

It was amazing.

It was beautiful.

Very beautiful…

“Mikey-” you almost sighed, and handed him back his sketchbook, “I… I’m not that beautiful at all…”

You raised your head from his shoulder and glanced the other way.

You were flattered of course, the sketch of you was amazing… but was that really what you looked like to him?

Michelangelo hummed at your comment and looked back at his sketch for a moment, with a hand on his chin.

When you finally looked back at him, his face was suddenly very close to yours with a surprising serious look in his eyes, as if he was studying you.

You felt your cheeks warm a little.

“I don’t agree…” Mikey then said at last and removed his hand from his chin, “You know what I see?”

Before you could even think of an answer, you felt his finger on your lips, gently tracing them.

“I see a pair of perfectly formed lips…” he smiled softly. He removed his finger form your lips and traced his hand now, up your cheek and held the whole side of your face, as he now gazed lovingly into your eyes.

“I see two eyes, filled with wonder…”

Your heart fluttered.

His hand moved to the back of your head and stroked back your hair gently.

“Your hair has a special shine, when the light hits just right…”

You couldn’t help but smile at this point. He was just so sweet…

Mikey now chuckled, “Your smile is like a clear sky… all my worries just seem to drift away like clouds.”

You then felt his hand trace back down the side of your face, down your cheek, down your neck and stopped right by your chest. You blushed even more.

“I can feel the warmth from your heart, as it beats against my palm…” he almost whispered now, as if it was a secret between the two of you.

“It’s as if there’s a whole world hidden inside of you…” his hand moved from your chest to your chin, gently cupping it, “A chaotic, unpredictable, beautiful world… that I get to see glimpses of whenever we’re together.” his lips were inches away from yours now. “It’s a world that I love and adore…”

Finally, he kissed you.

You melted once more.

“You really think all that of me?” you managed to ask now, after Mikey had gently pulled away from the kiss the two of you had just shared.

He giggled and wrapped his arms around you in a warm and gentle hug.

“I do,” he answered, “and I think I managed to catch all that in my sketch,”

He then kissed your nose a little more playful now, and grinned.

“don’t you?”

You looked down at the sketch in the ninja turtle’s hand once more.

You smiled softly.

“Yeah… I guess you did.”

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Authors note:

I have been working on this for a few months now.

I was reading a danish poem "Til en Veninde" ("To a Girlfriend" roughly translated) and for some reason, it inspired this. 😅

Can also be read on AO3

#rottmnt #oneshot #rise mikey #mikeyxreader #rise mikey x reader #mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #rise michelsangelo x reader #rise michelangelo #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #navithescribe #rottmnt fanfiction #tmnt #rottmnt fan fic #fan fiction #fanfic #reader #navi writes

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lixzey · 5 months

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safe and sound

ONE. TWO. THREE

I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best, though it never felt right, my little Versailles.

The morning after Sirius left, when your mother and father found out, they disowned your eldest brother immediately—your mother blasted him off of the Black family tapestry. Your mother quickly locked herself in her room afterwards and didn’t step out of the room for a week. You wondered why, but brushed it off to the side. Mother never loved Sirius, Mother never loved any of us. She was just ashamed to have lost her son to blood traitors, half-bloods, and muggle-borns.

Though your mother left Sirius’ room untouched, maybe she wasn’t bothered to clean out her blood traitor of a son’s room.

The news spread like wildfire over the remaining days of the holiday. Your Slytherin friends sent you letters asking if it was true that the Black heir was disowned. You ignored every letter as much as you could, but you can’t deny the truth for long, especially when you’re back at Hogwarts.

“You are not to be in contact with him, do you understand me?” Your mother’s voice echoed in your ears, her eyes emotionless. Keep his name out of your mouth, you don’t deserve to mourn. You thought, as you nodded along with Regulus, you had no choice but to do so.

You were actually dreading going back to Hogwarts after the holidays. The letters Sirius promised, it never came. So you just assumed that he didn’t want anything to do with you or Regulus anymore, completely shutting both of you out of his life. Like your mother, you confined yourself to your room. You just laid in bed, clutching one of Sirius’ old shirts close to your chest. Regulus often stayed with you, giving you the comfort you needed, but still, it wasn’t the same as it used to be.

Meanwhile, Regulus’ heart broke at the sight of his sister grieving and crying almost every night. It was torture to hear her muffled sobs through the walls, but he couldn’t do a thing to make it all better. He was missing Sirius too, which made it harder for him to be there for Y/n. As much as he wanted to be strong for her, he was struggling to deal with Sirius’ absence as well.

He lost a brother too.

But Regulus kept his promise: he would protect Y/n, no matter the cost. His little sister comes first, above all.

January 2nd, 1977

You watched as the view of King’s Cross faded into view, the cold weather sending goosebumps running down your arms, but you ignored it as best as you could.

“Come on, starlight, I need to get to the Prefects’ carriage,” Regulus sighed, nudging you slightly.

“You go ahead, Reggie.” You smiled softly. “I’m going to go and look for Pandora and Dorcas, don’t worry about me.”

Regulus raised a brow at you. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

You rolled your eyes at his protectiveness. “Yes, I’ll be alright.”

Regulus hesitated for a moment before he sighed and nodded. “Alright, fine. Just be careful, okay? You know what people are saying about Sirius; it might be best to keep a low profile for now.”

You nodded, knowing he had a point. The rumours had already spread, and you didn’t want to deal with all the questions and looks from your classmates. But you also wanted to find out why Sirius never sent any letters in the days that followed his departure.

As Regulus made his way to the Prefects’ carriage, you took a deep breath and decided to go and find James Potter. You knew it was risky, but you needed to find out why. As you made your way through the crowded train, you tried to keep your head down and avoid drawing too much attention to yourself.

Suddenly, while keeping your head down, you collided with someone. When you looked up, you saw James smiling at you, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling. But you’ve already fallen for him, a long time ago.

“You should be looking at where you’re going, Y/n,” James smirked, the distance between the two a few inches away making your heart flutter in your chest.

“You can let me go now, James.” You chuckled nervously, trying to fight the heat that was rising to your cheeks.

James helped you stand on your feet before taking his arm off of your waist. “So, how are you? Are you okay?”

“You know well for a fact that I am not okay, James.” You crossed your arms over your chest, rolling your eyes. “Where’s my brother?”

James’ smile faltered, knowing exactly which brother you were asking for. “He’s with Remus,”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Take me to my brother, James.”

James awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “He really doesn’t want to talk to you or Regulus.”

You felt disappointed. You and Regulus were supposed to be the closest people to him. But as much as you wanted to confront James about it, he seemed genuinely concerned for Sirius.

“I'm sorry, Y/n. I wish I could do more to help.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “It's okay, James. I just want him to know that he's not alone, that Reg and I are here for him too.” You smiled sadly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I just really miss him.”

James nodded, his eyes sincere. “I'll tell him, I promise. And Y/n, if you ever need anything, just let me know.”

You smiled gratefully, still feeling conflicted about the whole situation. As James bid you farewell and continued on his way, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in your chest. Why wasn't Sirius reaching out?

But deep down, you knew that you'd never stop caring about your brother, even if he had chosen to leave. You were mad at him, yes, but that didn't mean you'd just forget him—like the rest of your family did—he was still your Siri, the best friend you and Regulus always had. And as the train rumbled on towards Hogwarts, you made a silent vow to yourself that you would let Sirius know that he was still loved. Because family was everything, and regardless of what had happened, you were determined to bring your family back together.

“For how long are you going to avoid your brother and sister, Padfoot?” James asked, opening the chocolate frog box in his hand.

Sirius sighed, his eyes glued to the views outside. “I don’t know.”

“You know, Y/n really misses you,” James pointed out, stuffing the box in his pocket.

Sirius looked at James, his brows knitted in confusion. “How do you know that?”

James gulped, avoiding Sirius’ gaze. “I kind of bumped into her a few minutes ago when I went to find the trolley witch.”

“What did you do, Prongs?” Remus asked from beside Sirius.

“Uh, so...InearlytoppledheroverandIheldherwaistsoshedidn’tfall.”

Remus raised a brow. “What?”

James cleared his throat. “I nearly toppled her over, and I held her waist so she wouldn’t fall.”

“What the hell, Prongs!? You put your filthy hooves on my little sister!” Sirius exclaimed, his eyes widening in annoyance.

James held up his hands in defense. “I didn’t mean to! It was an accident, I swear!”

Remus snorted. “Hooves? Really?”

Sirius huffed and crossed his arms, a scowl etched onto his lips. “I'm serious—don't you dare use my own pun at me, James! Keep your filthy hands to yourself when it comes to my sister!”

James nodded sheepishly, raising his hands up in defense. “Alright, alright!”

“I should talk to her, shouldn’t I?” Sirius mumbled, his eyes softening and the scowl replaced by a sad frown.

“Yeah, Padfoot, you should. She loves you, and she just wants to know you’re okay,” James said, placing a hand on Sirius’ shoulder.

Sirius nodded, making up his mind. “Yeah, I’ll do it. I need to let her know that I’m alright.”

“You have a few more hours to think about what you’re going to tell Y/n and Regulus,” Remus said, a smile on his lips. “They’ll understand; don't worry.”

Sirius sighed, knowing all too well that it wasn’t going to be easy to reach out to his siblings. “I hope they will.”

The Great Hall was bustling with the loud chatter of the students catching up about the holidays. Y/n Black slumped over the Slytherin table, completely forgetting the etiquette lessons she had been forced to learn from her mother for the past years of her life. The youngest Black daughter was in no mood to talk about her holidays, given what happened on Christmas night.

“Y/n, come on, just eat something,” Pandora Rosier, your best friend, urged you to eat.

“I don’t want to,” you grumbled, your lips curling into a frown.

Your friends had been pleading with you for the past fifteen minutes to eat, but you weren’t really in the mood for anything apart from walking back to your dorm room and just going ahead and sleeping the rest of the night away.

“Starlight, please,” Regulus pleaded, his eyes filled with concern. You sighed, rolling your eyes, before grabbing a pumpkin pasty from the plate in front of you and taking a bite. “Happy?”

Regulus groaned, fighting the urge to smile at his sister. “Just eat the damn pasty.”

"So, Y/n, have you finished all of your homework?” Dorcas Meadowes, another one of your best friends, asked.

“Of course I did,” you said matter-of-factly. “Mother would kill me if I didn’t.”

Dorcas snorted. “Your mother is quite charming, isn’t she?”

“She isn’t charming, Dorcas,” Pandora chimed in, her brows knitted in confusion. “Mrs. Black is a terrible woman.”

“It’s sarcasm, Pands." Dorcas rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.

“Oi, that’s still our mother,” Regulus said, glaring at the two girls.

“Oh please, Reggie, you and I both know that Mother is a high class bitch.” You chuckled, playfully tossing crumbs of the pasty at Regulus.

Regulus playfully scowled, feigning offense. “Oi, quit throwing crumbs at me!”

“I think your family is probably one of the most dysfunctional families I’ve ever seen.” Dorcas quipped, amusement evident in her eyes.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You have no idea.”

Suddenly, the loud chatter died down to hush whispers. You turned around and saw Sirius walking in with his friends trailing behind him, his head held high as his eyes searched the Great Hall until they landed on you.

Sirius gave you a small smile before making his way towards the Slytherin table. “Can we talk?”

Regulus scowled, his fists clenching involuntarily. “No, go away-”

“Shut up, Regulus!” you hissed, kicking him from under the table. You turned to face your eldest brother. “How nice of you to finally reach out, Sirius,” you said, your voice laced with anger you couldn't stop from spilling out.

Sirius flinched at the harshness of your voice; he had never seen his sister look so angry. “Can we please just talk?” Sirius pleaded, his eyes filled with guilt. “Please, starlight, give me a chance.”

Starlight. You sighed, the nickname tugging on your heartstrings. “Alright, let’s talk then.” You stood up and walked past Sirius, Regulus following closely behind.

Sirius led you and Regulus into an empty classroom, where the three of you settled in. Silence hung in the air, and tension was building between the three of you. “I’m sorry,” Sirius began, his voice filled with regret. “I shouldn’t have left like that; I was just so overwhelmed, and I didn’t know what else to do.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest, his lips pressed into a tight line. “You left because you were weak.”

Sirius sighed at Regulus’ words, but he nodded, acknowledging the truth. “I know, Reggie, and I’m so sorry.”

You sighed, feeling hurt. “You hurt both of us, Sirius. You didn’t even let us know if you were alright—I was worried sick about you!”

“I know, starlight, and I regret it every day since I left. It was never my intention to hurt either of you.” Sirius admitted, his eyes filled with remorse.

“So, are you coming back home?” You asked, a hopeful look in your eyes.

Sirius’ eyes darkened for a split second. “No, I’m not going back to that hell hole.’’

“Then what’s the point of apologising, Sirius?” Regulus spat. “You can't just leave us and expect us to be okay with it!”

“But-” Sirius started, but Regulus scoffed loudly, cutting him off. “You are a coward, Sirius. You turn your back on your family and then expect us to just forgive you?”

Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I know I can’t expect forgiveness; I don’t deserve it. But I want you to know that I am always going to be your brother, no matter what.”

Regulus scoffed, standing up from his chair. “I don’t need you as my brother.”

You sighed, feeling conflicted between your brothers. You wanted so badly to forgive Sirius, but a part of you was agreeing with Regulus. He can't just leave and expect us to be okay with it. “So what? You’re just going to live with the Potters and forget about us?”

“Yes, but-”

“No, stop before you make yourself sound shallower than you already are.” you interrupted, shaking your head. “I just don’t understand, Sirius. The three of us, we’ve been through so much together, and then just like that, you left us. You left me.”

“Starlight, please….” Sirius begged, stepping closer to you. But you stepped away, unable to look him in the eye.

“You made your bed, Sirius.” You choked out a sob. “Lie in it.”

Sirius hung his head in shame as he watched you leave the classroom. Regulus gave him a final glare before following after you. Sirius sat alone in the empty classroom, feeling the weight of his decisions.

He lost his brother, he lost his sister, he lost his family.

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Tender is the night (for a broken heart)

A/n// hello! So I’ve been writing this fic for… a long time. But it’s also one of my fav fics I’ve wrote so far, and it means a lot to me. It is long but! It’s cute so, enjoy! Also, if it seems like it’s everywhere, I’m so sorry. I tried to make it as connected and sensible as I could!

Warnings// kissing, some sexual innuendos at the end ig, hurt/comfort, reader being insecure, crying, swearing, panic attack, a lot of fluff at the end, Sarah being a bitch. (Please tell me if I missed anything!)

Edited and 5.5k words!

When you and Wilbur started dating, you thought it was a joke.

Wilbur was the smart and nerdy, yet extremely attractive and well known kid. He was the lead trumpet in the band and a straight A student. He liked to play guitar for small gigs at your local coffee shop, but it was also the same place he worked at on a regular day basis after school.

And you. You were the smart and nerdy kid that no one really knew. You always kept to yourself. You were usually sitting at one of the corner tables at lunch watching the group of girls crowd around Wilbur. You worked at the diner down the street from the café as a waitress. You wrote poetry for fun and put your art in art shows that happened in the city to try and sell them to gain a couple bucks.

To put it simply. You were a nobody. An outcast.

So when Wilbur came over to you at lunch one day, tapping your shoulder to get your attention over the music blasting in your ears, you were shocked.

“Hey! Y/n right?” The boy asked you as you took off your headphones and looked up at him. You took a quick glance over at the group of girls and saw all of them looked confused and jealous he was paying attention to you. The schools nobody.

“Uh.. yeah! Yeah I’m y/n.” You said hesitantly and quiet. “What are you doing over here? Don’t you have other girls to talk to?” You said with a bitter tone.

“Ouch. I can talk to other people you know? What? Don’t want to talk to me?!” He asked as he leant against the wall your table was against and smirked down at you.

You rolled your eyes as you put your pencil down on your notebook. “No Wilbur. I really don’t want to talk to you. I’m busy.” You pointed down to your notebook with a rough sketch of the scene that was in front of you a couple second ago. You had the silhouettes of the students drawn out but got rudely interrupted by Wilbur before you were going to start drawing him.

“Ahh. I see. Is this what you always do at lunch?” He asked as he stole your notebook from the table and flipped through the notebook.

“Wait! Wilbur, stop it! Give it back!”

“What?! Got something bad in here?! Do you draw naked people like Jack from Titanic?! Even worse, do you draw me-“ Wilbur froze as he looked down at your notebook, his face falling slowly into a look of confusion and disbelief.

You quickly grabbed your notebook from Wilbur’s loose grasp and closed it up. You held it to your chest as you closed your eyes and waiting for him to start laughing. But yet, no laughing came.

“Was- Was that me?” He asked in a hushed voice for only you to hear.

“Yeah, so what?” You asked back in a harsh voice.

“I- It’s really good. Like super good. Can I see it again?” He asked you softly as he sat down next to you and held his hand out, head slightly turnt to look at you.

You hesitantly put the notebook in his hand and let him have his fun. As he opened the notebook and flipped through, you watched his face. His face was always perfect somehow. Not just because it was symmetrical! But, because it was always so loose. He had very few wrinkles and he had a little crease it his forehead from when he smiled. He looked peaceful and beautiful. Regardless if he did have any or not, he would always be perfect to you. Always.

“I like this one.” He snaps you out if your thoughts as he points to the page he’s on. One of your favorites as well. It was a portrait of him, but it was his side profile while laughing. He continued flipping until he got to the one he landed on. That one was a drawing of him playing the guitar in a flower field. Something you kind of just.. came up with. But it was by far the one you admired and cherished the most. “Now this. This is incredible. How did you draw this?” He asked looking up at you.

“Oh! Um.. I just kind of imagined a place you would possibly play at and came up with this. It took a while but, it was worth it.” You tell him as you trace over the likes of rough pencil markings and dark shaded areas, admiring the piece. While you did that, Wilbur never took his eyes off you. He watched how your eyes filled with happiness and nostalgia from when drawing this. Filled with relief and longing. He watched your lips twitch as you held back a smile. God how much he would love to see you smile. “But it’s nothing important. Just a silly little sketch.” You concluded as you grabbed the notebook and put it into your bag as the bell rang.

“Do you put any of your art in the art show they do up in the city? Because if you do, you should definitely put that one in there.” Wilbur says as he gets up with you and slings his backpack on his back.

“I do. But I don’t know if I want to put that one. I like it too much.” You gave him a small smile as you looked up at him.

Wilbur smiled back down at you. “Do you have another class for the rest of the day?”

“Um… no actually. Why?” You asked him as you both started to walk out of the school.

“Would you maybe want to go get coffee and maybe go to that flower field so I can play you some music? And so you can draw my handsome self again, obviously.” Wilbur cockily added the last part.

“Hmm. Only if I pay. It’s the least I could do since you’re letting me get a free show and a drawing session in one day.” You offered him.

“Deal. But this is the only time you will be paying. Also I’m driving.” Wilbur says as he stops in front of his car. It was an old, rusty, beat up red truck. But it fit him so well. Like it was made for him.

“Oh? So you’re saying there’ll be another time?” You jokingly questioned him.

“Only if you want it darling.” Wilbur told you as he opened the door for you as you gave him your bag. Wilbur quickly put the bags in the back and ran to the drivers side. He put his phone on the aux and put on a random playlist.

“We’ll see how today goes pretty boy. And maybe there will be another time.” You said as you rolled down your window and let the fall breeze into the car. Wilbur did the same with his and chuckled at the nickname. You looked at him from your seat and smiled brightly at him as he looked at you.

“Well then. I’ll try my best to make it the best time you have ever had.” Wilbur says as he backs out of the parking lot and to the coffee shop.

After that day, you and Wilbur grew closer. You continued to hang out as friends. And eventually those feelings turned into more for the both of you, and the hangouts became dates. And by the end of your junior year, you and Wilbur were dating. Everyone always told you how good you and Wilbur were together. And you thought that too. You loved him. A lot. Yes you had worries but, those quickly subsided when he was around.

You and Wilbur graduated high school with the both of you getting voted best couple of the year in your year book. Wilbur went to college for a couple years but soon dropped out to pursue music. He made a band and quickly started to make music and publish it, which was going extremely well. You, on the other hand, went to college and finished. Going to classes for drawing and painting, to improve your skills, and majoring in fine arts and digital arts. You continued to sell and show your art off at shows and art museums when they offered. You also got a job at a school teaching art and teaching kids that art can help express things and tell stories.

You loved that Will followed his heart and pursued music. You loved watching him just play small snippets of the things him and the guys were working on for you. Loved being apart of the writing process, as well as the designing process. You loved seeing him so happy and excited with his music.

You both lived together in an apartment in downtown Brighton and you were both happy!

Well. At least you were. You didn’t know about how Wilbur felt after finding those text.

Wilbur and you were both lying on the couch, watching a movie. Well. You were at least. Wilbur fell asleep half way through the movie with his arm holding your waist, pulling you close to him. The other hand that was tracing your arms was now in yours as you played with his fingers, listening to his soft snores and his little whispers from his dreams. He looked so peaceful.

Your thoughts got interrupted by the sound of Wilbur’s phone buzzing on the coffee table. Thank god it was on silent or he could’ve woken up immediately knowing him. You took the phone and pressed the ‘shut off’ button to turn of the buzzing.

Once you were settled into Wilbur again. The buzzing started up again. You groaned as you moved and turned the buzzing off again. That had to be it.

A couple minutes later his phone started to buzz again, but short, little buzzes from text messages.

Now you were curious.

Who needed his attention this badly, besides you of course.

You slowly reached over to grab Wilbur’s phone and turned it on to show his lock screen.

The lock screen was a picture of you and Wilbur, sitting on the couch that was in the studio. You sitting on Will’s lap with his guitar in your own lap. Wilbur’s hand fingering the chords, as you strum whatever song you guys were playing. Wilbur’s free hand on your thigh as you both looked at each other with goofy smiles. You remember that day like it was yesterday. The day Wilbur told you he loved you.

When you finally snapped out of your thoughts, you looked down at the messages that continued to come through. You grimaced as you swiped up into his phone to reveal the numbers asking for the password. You hated going on or even through his phone. You didn’t want to be considered that girlfriend. You weren’t the jealous type and it wasn’t like you didn’t trust him, because you did! But. His phone never went off like this unless it was you wanting his attention or his band mates trying to get him to wake up on Saturday mornings for practice.

You typed in Wilbur’s password for his phone, which was your birthday. He said it was “more romantic than a stupid little password that didn’t mean anything to him.” Which you didn’t argue with. As you finally got into his phone, you took a deep breathe and went into messages.

But the name you saw didn’t seem real.

Sarah. A girl throughout high-school you were always jealous of. She was the cheer captain her senior year and she was always on varsity cheer throughout the years. She was the definition of perfect to you. She was beautiful, nice and extremely smart. She was one of those popular girls who was always super nice to people… well like you. The quote-on-quote “weirdos”. Even when she was friends with absolute assholes, it felt nice to be noticed by her. Now, junior year, it was rumored that her and Wilbur liked each other. I mean, they always talked to each other, sat by each other, and you could tell by the way Wilbur looked at her that something was going on. That’s one major reason of why you were jealous of her. But, the rumors were quickly shut down when Brett, the quarterback, asked her to the homecoming after the big game against their rivals. She obviously said yes and that was the end of the story. Sarah and Brett started dating and Wilbur was, you could say, forgotten by her. But you could tell Wilbur still had feelings for her after that night at the football game.

“Why is she texting him?” You thought out loud. You heard Will groan and shift slightly after you said that. You froze and looked at him until you heard his snores start back up, that’s when you relaxed. You looked down at the text.

‘Hey Wilbur!’

‘Are we still getting coffee this afternoon?’

‘Text me back when you can!’

When you say your heart stopped, you meant it. Coffee? With her? With the person he knows makes you insecure about everything? He said he had a get together with his friends tonight. What the fuck is going on?!

You scrolled up and saw the text messages they had earlier. Nothing screamed ‘cheating!’, you know Wilbur wouldn’t do that. But some whispered, ‘watch out for her.’

As you heard Wilbur groan and begin to wake up, you quickly put his phone on the table and smiled up at him.

‘Act normal. Talk about it later.’

“Hey sleepy head.” You put on a small smile as you ran your hands through his hair. He looked… perfect.

“Hey. Have you been awake this whole time?” He asked in a scratchy deep voice. He looked at you as you scratched his scalp and smiled.

“Eh. I woke up about 10 minutes ago.” You said while pecking his chin. He laughed and cupped your face in his hands as he pulled you up to be face to face with him. “What’s up?”

He smiled and looked at you for a couple seconds. “You, my love, are so beautiful.” He leant up and kissed you. Slow and passionate.

The kiss lasted shorter than you both would’ve liked but Wilburs phone started buzzing again. He groaned as he reached for the little device and grimaced as he looked at it. “Sorry love. I have to go. James is calling me.” Wilbur said as he got up from underneath you and put his shoes back on. “I’ll bring back some food for you ok?” He asked you as he pecked your lips one last time.

“Mhm. Just don’t get the wrong thing this time.” You teased him.

“That was one time! And I promise I won’t.” He said back to you as he kisses your forehead and grabbed his wallet and phone.

“I love you. Have fun.” You said as he opened the front door.

“I love you too darling.” He smiled at you as he closed the door.

You quickly frowned as thoughts started to crowed your mind.

‘When he comes home, I’ll ask him about it.’

Well. That was two days ago. And you still haven’t talked to him about it. It’s not like you haven’t had time or you haven’t seen him! You two are basically stuck to the hip when you can be. But. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Afraid that maybe it was true. Maybe Wilbur never loved you and kept in touch with Sarah secretly this whole time and waited until she was either single or loved him again.

No. Your head was just playing tricks on you right? He wouldn’t do that! He’s a good guy. And he loves you. Right?

Wilbur came home from filming a video with Tommy and the rest of the boys. Once he came into the house and greeted you, you sat him down on the couch with you and sighed.

“We need to talk Will. And it’s nothing bad, maybe.” You said, anxiety filling your body as you looked down at your hands in your lap and started picking at them.

“Love what’s up? Talk to me.” Wilbur whispered to you as he grabbed your hands and kissed them.

You looked at him and sigh. “Do you love me? Like… truly. Do you love me?” You asked, slow and drawn out. your voice quiet and breathy, almost like you didn’t want to be saying those words and you didn’t want the reply to them.

The moment those words fell from your mouth, Wilbur’s face fell. He felt… sad? Angry? Confused? Why did you ask him that? Didn’t you know you were all he can think about half the time? Of course he loves you! “Love. Why are you asking that?” Wilbur asked in confusion and disbelief you would even ask that.

“No. Wil. I need you to answer the question. Do you love me or not?” You said, your voice raising slightly as you let go of his hands and got up from the couch.

“I- what brought this up y/n? I just want to know what I did to make you think this-“

“I saw the text. I saw what you both were doing that night. You fucking lied to me Wil! How long has this been going on? How long have you been seeing her?!” You raised your voice as you spoke. You couldn’t control your emotions. You weren’t angry per-say. You were more upset and disappointed. If this was true, you were done.

“What text?! What are you talking about?” Wilbur said as he scrunched his face up and looked at you like you were crazy.

“Oh don’t fucking try that on me. You know exactly what I’m talking about! You and Sarah have been secretly seeing each other this whole time, right? All the times you went out with the “guys”. It was with her. Right?!” You yelled at him, your voice cracking as you held back sobs.

Wilbur just looked at you with the most heartbreaking look ever. You saw the text? He got rid of those! He wasn’t even worried about the text at the moment though. He was upset and angry you thought that about him. Thought that he would do that. But disappointed at himself for not getting rid of her number and just telling you about what happened. “Y/n-“

“Please tell me this is fake. Please tell me what I’m feeling is just my mind playing games on me!” You sobbed as your ran your hands through your hair. “Please, Wilbur. I- I love you so much. Please. Please don’t leave me.” You whimpered as you choked back sobs as you looked at him through blurry eyes. Wilbur hurriedly got up and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought your head to his chest and held it there as you sobbed. You wrapped your arms around his torso and scrunched his sweater up in your hands and squeezed.

Your thoughts persisted as you sobbed into his sweater. ‘He doesn’t love you. He never did!’ ‘He was using you the whole time to get over her.’

It didn’t feel real.

“Please- Wilbur please-“ You gasped out through sobs as you grabbed your chest, trying to get air into your lungs.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, ok? Focus on me.” He said in the softest voice you have ever heard as he gently cupped your face. “Deep breathes. In and out, ok? Do it with me. In-“ Wilbur inhaled as you grabbed into his forearms and followed him. Once he saw you take in as much air as you could, he exhaled. “And out. Good girl. Yeah. And just keep doing that with me ok?” You nodded as Wilbur helped you get a steadier breathe.

Once you nodded at him to tell him you were alright, he brought his forehead down to your own and sighed. “Can I- Can I please explain, all of this?” He asked you as he leaned back to look at you. You nodded, afraid if you spoke you would start crying again.

Wilbur sighed and gently brought you to the couch. He grabbed your hands and held them in his own as he kissed them gently. “Darling. I love you so much. So goddamn much. And I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Wilbur started but quickly stopped as he got choked up. He was scared to be honest. Scared you would leave him either way. Scared that once he explained the whole situation, you would still be upset about all of it. He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t be able to bear it. Not having you there with him. Not having your stupid jokes and your silly faces when he wakes up in the mornings. Not having anyone to come home too. Not having you to share music with.

He didn’t like the thought of you not being in his life anymore.

Wilbur looked up to see you looking at him with a sad lopsided smile and waiting patiently for him to continue as you rubbed his knuckles. “I-“ He took a few breathe before continuing. “I saw her at the coffee shop a couple weeks ago. And I hadn’t seen her since high school so I just went up to say hi and ask how she was doing.” Wilbur took a deep breathe before continuing the story. “She said that her and Brett broke up and she was home for the holiday. I had to leave, so I gave her my number, just to catch up her! Nothing else. And she texted me later that day if I wanted to get lunch and catch up in person. And me being the person I am said yes. And then during lunch I-“ Wilbur cleared his throat as he got chocked up once again. “I knew she was trying to flirt with me. She kept touching my hand and making unnecessary comments about me and just- it didn’t seem right. So I started talking about you and she got annoyed. That’s when I finally realized she didn’t want to catch up, more like she wanted to see if I was available. Which I made it super clear that I wasn’t! I mean. I thought I did. I thought I blocked her number, truly. I didn’t think she would keep pestering me about seeing her after talking about you. Y/n-“ Wilbur got cut off by his own sob. All you did was bring him into your chest while crying with him. “I’m s-so sorry. I didn’t mean to h-hurt you. I didn’t mean for you to think like that. I should’ve never said a-anything to her. I’m so sorry.” Wilbur sobbed out into your chest as he held you close to him like a lifeline. Like you would leave any moment.

You buried your face into the messy mop of hair on top of his head. You just sat there, holding him and crying with him, whispering to him that you loved him and it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know this was going to happen. He didn’t plan for this to happen. It wasn’t his fault.

As you both settled down and your breathing was back to a regular rhythm, you lifted his head in your hands and wiped his tear stained cheeks and gave him a weak smile. “Wil. It’s not your fault. You were just being the nice person you always are, and I love you for that. And I’m not mad at you or anything. I’m just, kind of mad at myself and confused about everything. Mad at myself for letting myself get upset over this without letting you talk. Letting myself get insecure about our relationship and your feelings about me because of her. But also knowing your history with her, it kinda made my brain go into thoughts I didn’t like.” You let out a shaky sigh as you tried to blink away your tears. “But I’m also conf-“ you cleared your throat before continuing. “I’m just also confused on where you went that night and all those nights that you just left in a hurry or just left while smiling at your phone. It doesn’t make sense Wil.” Your voice cracked as you ended your sentence, putting your head down to look at your lap as your bottom lip quivered and you took deep breathes to stop yourself from crying.

Wilbur frowned at you as he sat up and took your hands in his again. “Love. You had all the right to be upset. I should’ve have told you I saw her, I should have told you about the lunch, I should’ve have told you about everything. And I’m so sorry you felt that way love. You shouldn’t have to be insecure about yourself or this relationship. I love you. And only you. You are perfect. And I only want you. Not her. Not anyone else. Just you.” Wilbur sniffed as he lifted your chin up so you were looking at him. “There’s my perfect darling.” Wilbur smiled at you as he cupped your face and rubbed your cheeks. You sent him a weak smile back as you leant into his hand. “And if you’re wondering what I’ve been doing all of those nights. I’ve been with the Phil, Tommy, Jack, James, practically everyone. Every night. Not with her. And I had a plan, but I cant wait any longer so-“ Wilbur cut himself off as he went to his coat on the rack and went through his pockets. He held the mystery thing in his balled up fist and came back over to you.

Wilbur knelt down on one knee in front of you as he looked at you with a small smile. You just sat on the couch with a confused yet shocked face. “Wil-“

“Y/n. Ever since that one little interaction in the cafeteria in junior year, I’ve been utterly in love with you. From your art to the way you laugh and talk about the things you love for hours on end. You have become home. And I never really believed in that stuff, about how a person could become home to you. But now I do. I have found that one person i want to spend every moment with until I die. And the only person that will put up with my bullshit.” You laughed at that as you sniffed and held back tears. “And that is you, darling. Always and only you. Now-“ Wilbur sniffed and smiled as he looked at you and opened the small black box. Inside, a silver ring with a small yet beautiful diamond, which you knew was fake, on the top. You admired the ring as he took it out of its resting place and held it up to you. “I know it’s not much but, it’s something. Y/n L/n, will you make me the happiest man to ever exist and marry me?” Wilbur asked you, his hand slightly shaking as he awaited your answer.

You laughed a little as you yet again held back tears and nodded. “Of course I’ll marry you William. Oh my god.” You say in shock as Wilbur put on the ring and cupped your face. He pecked your lips softly and rested his forehead on yours as he laughed.

“Thank fuck. I was scared you were gonna say no.” Wilbur sighed out as you smiled up at him.

“I would never. I love you too much. That is unless you did do something bad-“

“I swear I didn’t!”

“I know, I know! What made you decide to do… that… now?” You asked him as he sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap.

“Well, knowing you had those thoughts and knowing how impatient I am to just make you mine forever, fuck the plan. Sorry Phil but, I needed you to know that you are my forever. My one and only. My sugar plum. My little soft cute baby-“

“Ok now you’re pushing it.” You deadpanned at him as your crossed your arms and tried not to laugh at Wilbur’s pout.

“Fine. I just won’t call you anything. I won’t even call you my fiancé!” Wilbur whined out as he looked away from you.

Hearing him say that word. Fiancé. Brought a whole other world into you. A whole other part of your life you get to experience, with him.

“Nooooo! No please! I’m sorry! Call me what you like!! See what I did there- please I’m sorry!” You whined out as you kissed all over his face, not a spot left untouched by your lips.

Wilbur laughed at the song reference as you continued to kiss his face. He placed his hands on your waist and squeezed. “Ok! Ok, fine. I will call you whatever I like. And I won’t stop calling you my fiancé. Well- not until we’re married. Because then I get to call you my wife. Oh! I get to call you my wife then! Can we just get married now?! Please-“

Wil! Wil! Calm down dear. We’ll get married when we can afford it. And plus I want our family and friends there. But for now-“ You ran your hands through his hair and rubbed his head as his eyes fluttered shut. “You can call me your fiancé or any other nickname you want.” You smiled at him as he looked at you. Wilbur leaned in and softly connected your lips together. The kiss wasn’t quick or rough. It was like Wilbur was summoning all of his love for you into one kiss. The kiss was soft, slow, and love-filled.

It was perfect.

Once you both needed air, Wilbur pulled away and panted softly as he smiled widely at you. “I love you. And I’m sorry for what happened and not telling you anything. I promise to tell you everything for now on, like i should’ve been doing.” Wilbur sighed and rubbed your waist lightly. “I love you.”

“And I love you. So much.” You smiled at him as you leaned in and kissed him again, but quickly pulling back before the kiss could go anywhere. “And what do you mean ‘like you should’ve been doing’?? I swear to god if you did something el-“

“Hey. None of it is bad. Maybe somethings I did with Tommy or the band that we kept secret, but nothing bad. Now shut up and kiss me.” Wilbur quickly reassured you as he pulled you back into him and kissed you again.

But you being the person you are, needed more answers. “No no no! Did- Did you and Tommy break the TV that one ti-“

“Darling. Love. Baby. Stop talking more kissing, ok? I want to show my fiancé how much I love them.” Wilbur quickly mumbled out as he started to kiss you again.

“Yeah but you have some explaining to do.” You mumbled out in between kisses.

“That depends if you even remember it after we’re done.” Wilbur says as he flips you over, so your back meets the couch, as he hovers over your frame.

“Oh, I will. But you can try to make me forget pretty boy.”

“Oh I certainly will.” Wilbur smirked as he leant down and pressed an intoxicating kiss onto your lips.

You were gonna have to try really hard to remember.

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First and foremost your writing is amazing ❤️❤️ second (if you’re still taking requests) could you please write something like Ghost first sees / meets Y/N at a bar while they’re riding a mechanical bull and he starts getting some ideas 👀 thank you for all your hard work 😘

Hello sweet anon! First of all, thank you sm for saying my writing is amazing, like that is so sweet of you🤎🤎 Secondly, thank you for sending in this request, it was really fun to write! I took this in a little bit of a different direction, since I'm not currently writing NSFW, so it's just a little spicy. Hope you enjoy! <3

Joy Ride

Oneshot- Simon “Ghost” Riley x reader

wc: 1194

warnings: alcohol drinking; bar scene; mentions of "riding" (nothing too crazy calm down); flirting??

summary: You didn't think that riding a mechanical bull was on the agenda for tonight, yet here you are. It might have been all worth it though, when you catch the eye of a mysterious, tall, and burly man that you had been eyeing all night.

You didn’t plan to end up riding the mechanical bull at your local bar. No, you initially were planning to have a few drinks with your friends and wind down from the week.

Despite your initial plans, one drink quickly turned into two, then three, then four, and before you knew it, you and your friends were all taking shots; a second round of shots at that.

As mentioned, this was not planned at all, but the more the alcohol flowed through your veins, the more loose you became, mindlessly swaying to the beat of the music, and dancing with your friends. It was hard not to feel complete bliss; you all were drunk and having a great time.

At one point your eyes noticed a tall, brooding man at the bar. It seemed like he was with two buddies, and is that a black balaclava covering his head? Strange. Since you could only see his side profile, you could barely make out that his eyes were the only thing left uncovered, the rest of the man’s face left a mystery.

Besides the man being tall and muscular, you couldn’t really make anything else out, so your drunk self quickly lost interest, and your gaze reverted back to your friend who was telling a story about running into her ex.

However, you found your eyes drifting back to the man every once in a while. Though, he never caught you staring. You felt a strange ping in your chest as you realized that he hasn’t even noticed you, yet it seemed like you couldn’t stop looking at the man.

Somehow in your blurred vision, you noticed a bull pen, and your eyes latched onto the mechanical bull placed in the very center of the pen. Eyes sparkling, you started to make your way over to it, friends following behind.

“Y/n, what do you think you’re doing?” Your one friend asking you this, concern lacing in her voice.

You turn around to your group of friends, “I’m just going to go for a ride, can’t be too hard. I used to ride horses when I was younger, anyways.” You nonchalantly wave your hand and shrug your shoulders, then go get in line for the mechanical bull, leaving your worried friends to watch you.

By this hour of the night, the bar is in full swing, filled with people all around your age, some even a bit older, some younger, and the bull pen seems to be the center of attention, drawing in quite the crowd.

Were you nervous? Nah. (You were sweating just a little bit as you got closer and closer to the front of the line). Your drunken haze however, proved to help ease your anxiety of actually getting up on a mechanical bull and possibly making a fool out of yourself in front of everyone.

So, by the time you were next, you felt pretty calm; everything was going to be fine.

It’s now your turn, and you climb onto the bull, settling in just like you would on a horse. You place your hand on the handle and prepare yourself for the ride to start. Just as it is about to begin, you glance around the crowd watching you, and your eyes meet with a pair of hooded ones surrounded by black material.

Fuck.

Of course, of course now is the time the man from earlier notices you. Great; guess I just have to give him a show.

You smile at the man and give him a wink. Then, the bull starts to move.

To say you were doing pretty well was an understatement. You guess that all your riding lessons from when you grew up were paying off now, even though you haven’t been on a horse for over three years.

As you were sitting atop the bull, you flexed your legs and positioned your seat so that you had the right balance to not be thrown off.

However, your skills aren’t what drew in a big crowd. No. It just so happened that you were wearing a very lowcut shirt with your biggest push up bra that you own, so of course that was what made the men come running. Typical, simple-minded men.

You didn’t care about any of them though. Just the tall one with the piercing eyes surrounded in black.

You may have gotten a little cocky, because you started to lose your balance, and eventually got thrown off. When you came to, it was announced that you held the record for the night, which earned you a round of free drinks for you and your friends.

Exiting the pen, you run over to your friends and excitedly pull them all in for hugs and they all cheered for you as you made your way over to the bar.

The bartender gives you and your group free drinks as promised, and you all down them in one go, still high off of the events of the night.

When you turn around to place your empty glass on the bar, you notice the towering man, but he was standing right next to you this time, looking even more massive than before.

You briefly glance over at him, but then drift your eyes back to your empty glass, running your fingers along the rim.

“Well, I was gonna offer you a drink after that impressive round back there, but it looks like I don’t have to.” He nods towards your glass.

With wide eyes, you turn to him, well more so turn and look up at the man, surprised at all that he’s talking to you. You’re also surprised that he’s British, and his voice is that deep and gruff.

Your eyes lock with his, and notice that they’re a deep ocean blue, but the shadows surrounding them make them look even darker, like the night sky.

You let out a short laugh, and tuck your hair behind your ear as your cheeks warm.

You smile up at him, “I never turn down an offer for a drink.”

He lets out a hum of understanding, “How ‘bout this, you tell me where you learned those riding skills of yours, and I’ll buy you another drink.”

He’s now turned completely towards you, and he’s leaning on his forearm that’s placed on the counter of the bar. You briefly glance down at his arm, noticing an array of tattoos filling up the space all the way to his elbow, thick veins running up and down.

Your eyes roam up his arm to his broad shoulders, then brawny chest, then back up to his face. Even though you can’t see all his features, you’re enamored by him, and you want him.

Tilting your head, you place your pointer on your chin, feigning thought as you say, “Or, I can show you how I learned all my riding skills.”

You think you see him smirk underneath his balaclava, and he sticks out his hand.

"I think I can work with that."

You place your hand in his and he leads you out of the bar, into the chilly air of the night.

The night concluded with an unexpected ending; Ghost simply made sure you got home ok and left a cold glass of water with Tylenol on your bedside table. He may have also slipped a piece of paper with his phone number on there as well.

He left you sound asleep in your bed with a kiss on your forehead, hoping to see you in the near future.

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percabething · 7 months

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Is It Over Now?

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x reader

Word count: 1.2K

Synopsis: you always thought the worse thing that could happen was losing him, but it was losing you.

warnings: angst, underage drinking, jealous belly, Conrad being low key toxic.

hi hi hi. I’m new in the fanfic side of tumblr and this is my first fic and it’s based on the new Taylor Swift song “Is it over now” ^^. I really hope you guys like this! also english is NOT my first language so if I made any mistakes I’m so sorry. Enjoy! Also if anyone knows how to enable the request thing pls, pls show me😭

It was the night. Tonight Nicole’s throwing her madly known summer batch. Absolutely everyone was going. You were getting ready with Belly at the Fisher’s. You’ve always loved them, the Fisher’s. You loved that house and you also loved Conrad Fisher.

He, for you, is everything that’s right. You and Conrad have always been close. He is the one you went to when everything was wrong and he always found a way to make everything right. Now here you were getting ready with Belly. You were almost done when both of you heard a knock on the door. It was Jeremiah.

“Are you guys almost done? You guys always take wayy too much time getting ready.”

After that Steven chimes in and says jokingly “Right! And for. What is not like you guys are getting any tonight”. Belly shoves him to the side and rolls her eyes “Shut up Steven, if anything you’re the one not getting any tonight”.

She points to his shoes. His shoes had a drawing of Homer Simpson on them. “What? The Simpson are so in right now” You laugh at the scenery, but you can’t help but wonder where Conrad is.

“Steven, have you seen Conrad?” You ask.

“Um, he was downstairs just a bit ago.”

“Oh.” you said.

You couldn’t help noticing the way Belly’s head turned when you mentioned Conrad. “I've got to, um get my hairbrush i think i left it in the living room, i'll be right back” you said standing up and getting out of the door. Belly’s eyes following your body as you close the door behind you.

Once you’re downstairs you see Conrad. He has his feet in the pool and he’s smoking. A habit he’s been feeding into way too much in your opinion. You walk out and sit next to him.

“Hey.”

You said. You and Conrad were always so different. You were this combination that just worked perfectly. But this summer it has been so different.

“Hey.” he says back. Not trying to continue the conversation.

“So.. are you going to Nicole's thing, you know with us?” You said turning your face to face his side profile. He looked so beautiful. His blue eyes shining as the moon reflected on them.

“Yeah, just for a bit though” The last part made you curious. Conrad Fisher was someone who couldn’t resist a hell of a good party and for some reason this summer he was so out of touch with everyone and everything, and you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t hurt you the way he’s been brushing you and everyone he loves, away.

“Well, I don't think you should leave the party early.” You turned your body to the front and looked up to the moon. It was a full moon tonight. As you were looking up, Conrad was staring at you the whole time. His eyes focused on the way your lips looked so good with that maroon lipstick you had on. How that eyeshadow that you were wearing made your eyes pop up. In his eyes, you looked like the moon.

“You know I read somewhere that on full moon days, you have 63% to meet your soulmate.” As you said that, you turned to look back at him and noticed how he was staring at you. His lips formed a half smirk.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” You said chuckling and the two of you laughed when you heard someone walking into you guys direction. It was Belly. She looked at you and Conrad together and took a heavy breath.

“We’re leaving so..” Conrad took his feet out of the pool and put on his sandals and without even turning to you, he followed Belly out. It was always like this with Conrad, some days you and him would have a connection but then he was reminded that belly existed.

All of you guys arrived, the place was absolutely packed. Quickly you guys separated. Belly was with Nicole and her friends and you tagged along since, you really didn't know anyone from this scene.

All the time your eyes scanned the room for Conrad. You saw him. He was with a brunette girl with dark brown eyes. She was wearing a green dress with some very cute sandals. In a way the girl he was talking to, reminded you of Belly. In your head you surmised that since she looks so much like Belly he would probably date her.

To get your head off him, you started talking to this guy, you couldn’t even remember his name all you knew was that both of you were in a very intense make out session and that you could definitely taste straight up tequila in his mouth. You opened your eyes and Conrad was looking at you as he took a sip of his beer. He quickly looked away, and that’s it. You couldn’t keep your tongue down this random dude's throat. You stopped him and told him that you were going to the bathroom. You cleaned the smushed lipstick from the sides of your lips.

You knew Conrad and you were never meant to be. But sometimes you don't understand. Were you the only one who felt the sparks whenever your eyes would lock in crowded rooms? You got out of the bathroom and you decided, since this night was kinda sucking and you couldn’t get your mind off Conrad, to get drunk as fuck.

To help me loosen up. You told yourself.

It was one drink, after another. You were having the time of your life. Dancing and talking to people. You were the best thing at this party. You were dancing to every song that came on. Until you saw something in the corner of your eye.

Conrad and Belly were talking. And usually you wouldn’t give that much thought into it, you knew they’ve known each other since they were babies. But this wasn’t a normal conversation. Conrad was leaning into the wall and Belly was laughing at whatever the hell he was saying. He whispered something in her ear and when he backed up Belly leaned in and kissed him.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Your mind was traveling to so many places you didn’t even know what to do. You were sweaty, and drunk and now completely heartbroken. You passed in front of them. You made eye contact with both of them.

“Fuck you.” You said to Conrad.

And to Belly, you couldn’t even say anything. It was like the words just got stuck on your throat and couldn’t get out of there. So you just looked at her and got the hell out of there. You didn’t have a ride. So, you went to the beach and sat on the sand.

You hated that the only thought you had was to get in the water and scream and drown just to see Conrad running and say the one thing you’ve been wanting. Which was that he loved you.

But he didn’t. So you sat there. And sunk your feet in the sand and didn’t call anyone. Not your mother, or any friend. Just you and the ocean thinking. It 's over now.

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thenon-fictiondays · 7 months

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Hirano to Kagiura light novel translation Epilogue

Epilogue: Good things

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I know, I know, I'm a day late. But we're finally here! We've reached the end of this way-longer-than-expected journey 🙌 thank you all so much for sticking with me this long, even as the official TL was released. It's been a blast 💖 I'll be drawing the name for the giveaway after this, so stay tuned!

Cleanup for the cultural festival goes by much quicker than the preparations had.

Breaking down everything they’d worked so hard to make was disappointing, but even the wistfulness of the demolition process was a part of the joy.

That, Kagiura thought, was probably what he’d say if he were a bit more sophisticated.

Since becoming a part of the executive committee, being that frenzied during the preparation period was unavoidable. For as much as he’d relied on Niibashi for the paperwork, he planned to work just as hard leading the cleanup efforts.

Thanks to that, his lower back is quite sore.

As a result, his arrival at the dorms is no later than usual.

He’s not sure when, but at some point the kinmokusei hedge had started blooming.

“Hey, welcome home.”

“I’m home. You’re back early, Hirano-san.”

The haunted house had been a large-scale production, so he would’ve thought cleanup would take a long time, but Hirano’s presence in the dorm suggests he slipped out early.

“Did you have something you needed to do?”

“Yeah.”

When he hands him something without saying another word, Kagiura blinks in surprise.

“Hm? Candy?”

“You didn’t get to be scared properly at the haunted house.”

Was that even a problem?

Kagiura had been troubled by not only knocking Hirano down, but by being seen like that by students from other schools. Whether he’d been scared or not wasn’t the issue.

But apparently Hirano had been worried about it.

“It was scary enough, though, that special effects makeup,” Kagiura remarks nonchalantly.

“That’s what got you scared, though. You totally missed out on the best parts of the haunted house. Well, you can have this as an apology. Your throat’s been giving you a hard time lately, right?”

“.....”

He’s always like this, he thinks.

He always meets me where I am with so much kindness.

“Wait, do you not like candy? No, you were eating some brown sugar candy the other day.”

“.....I like it.”

Slowly, Kagiura’s heart grows hot. He shouldn’t be feeling this warm over this, yet here he is.

The act of being considered by Hirano makes him happier than anything. Though, he does also like candy.

“Oh, good.”

“I like it!”

The meaning of this phrase, the true meaning, is too much to convey no matter how many times he says it.

“I got it the first time.”

Hirano’s side profile as he laughs, flustered, is stunning.

And words completely fail him.

They head to the dining hall a little earlier than usual. While Kagiura is eating his dinner, the chair next to Hirano’s is pulled back.

There aren’t that many people he’s gotten close with while living in the dorms. Their visitor is none other than dorm leader Hanzawa.

Usually, Kagiura’s part of the late crowd thanks to club practice, so it’s rare for them to cross paths.

“Where’s your roomie?”

Kagiura startles at Hirano’s nondescript statement.

I wonder if I get called the same way.

It sounds intimate, relaxed.

“He was so busy with the cultural festival that he’s crashed out. I couldn’t wake him up, so I just left him there.”

Traces of exhaustion also tinge Hanzawa’s voice, so it feels like Kagiura’s eavesdropping on a private conversation, and he almost wants to excuse himself.

Having finished his salad, he silently confronts his Chinese stir-fry. But before long, his chopsticks stop in mid-air.

There’s tons of peppers.

Hanzawa, always keen to subtleties, quickly takes notice.

“You’re not going to eat them?” He asks.

Simultaneously, Hirano says only “one piece.” How kind.

“...Okay, fine.”

He can manage just one piece, so he restrains his protesting stomach and somehow swallows down a pepper. Hirano’s eyes crinkle at the sight of his efforts.

“Good job.”

“I did my best. But, I can’t eat anymore…”

“What am I going to do with you?”

Hanzawa’s eyes widen at the intimate exchange. Have they forgotten he’s sitting right there?

The usually well-mannered Hirano reaches his chopsticks over the table to Kagiura’s plate, a gentle smile on his face.

After Hirano finishes eating the remaining peppers, and Kagiura expresses his gratitude with a “thank you, Hirano-san!”, Hanzawa finally pipes up.

“Nothing’s going on between you two, right?”

The tone of voice in which he asks Hirano this question is indescribably awkward.

“What’re you talking about? We’re just bros being bros. Right, Kagi-kun?”

“Bros…that’s one way to put it…”

With Hirano smiling at him so breezily, he can’t quite bring himself to nod along. His reaction ends up a little half-hearted.

“Am I wrong?” Hirano’s expression shows not a hint of foreboding, but Kagiura’s reaction raises some eyebrows. Hanzawa, who’d observed them both, whispers “Maybe so,” under his breath—but then he shakes his head as if to correct himself.

On the other hand, Kagiura says, “No, you’re not,” with a bashful smile.

He’d been called a friend, by Hirano. By the friend closest to his heart.

Joy gradually blossoms through him; when he speaks his words are from the very bottom of his heart. He’s probably grinning ear-to-ear.

“I’m really glad I met you, Hirano-san.”

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I'm really glad I decided to translate and post this novel.

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Drifting - Part 13

Casper’s optics scanned the smouldering wreck of Qik’s rig and found that whilst her reactor was still online, more concernedly; her pilot casket was still contained inside instead of ejecting away from danger.

The caskets were designed to save the most important part of these warmachines, the pilot. From life support to stealth capabilities, the point to the caskets was to fire the pilots away from the threat once their mechs had become immobilised.

A downed mech as a coffin, to stay inside was to invite disaster.

[Qik?!] Casper sent urgently, already feeling that he’d spent too long in one place against the new danger.

{I’m fine! Focus on the danger!}

Unconsciously nodding, the Spectre unit pushed off from the building and deliberately moved away from Qik, trying to draw the new threat away from her prone and vulnerable form.

As soon as his machine broke from the building, he was showered with short, beams of light that caused whatever they hit to crater in a shower of debris and pulverished concrete. Ducking down one street, Casper zigged and zagged, breaking line of sight whilst staying as low as he could.

His advantage was his build, it was meant to be low and fast, able to hide and obfuscate it’s own radar profile.

{It’s a chintian mech, they’re tough, you’re not built for this fight.}

[Eject and get away or shut up. If you suggest I leave you I’m shooting you myself.]

{He’s not a newbie. He’s clearing streets as he moves. Be careful.}

[What about you?]

{Playing dead. Not a threat to him.}

Casper closed his eyes and willed his sensors to reach out for the threat. He felt it immediately, a large ‘ping’ on his sensors that was systematically searching for him. It wasn’t moving directly at his location though.

‘He can’t find me.’ Casper realised, instantly making a mental note to thank Zeet for making good on his word to make a fast, quiet machine. Casper glanced down at his hand where he still gripped the sword in his right and considered his options.

Gripping it until his hand’s servos whined, Casper began to make his way towards the new threat, doing his best to get behind him.

After a few minutes though, he realised that the practised movements of the chintian built mech was not just impressive, it kept Casper from being able to sneak around and get at the enemy’s back.

Instead, Casper waited behind one corner, and calmed himself, cooling his reactor as he waited in ambush. The threat kept both arms out and ready, fully prepared to squeeze his triggers and light up the Spectre as soon as it showed itself.

As the enemy approached, Casper shoved with all his might into the corner of the building, sending a shower of concrete and debris across the enemy, blinding him. Casper immediately followed this with a wide, upwards slash, fully intending on cutting the target down by bisecting it from hip to shoulder.

But his blade passed through nothing.

Just as Casper was agile, so was the enemy and the front of Casper’s mech received a punishing hailstorm of damage as the chintian mech jumped backwards, firing as it leaped away from the danger, unafraid or even seemingly surprised by the ambush.

Grimacing, Casper raised his arm to fend off the burning shots as he retreated and spun away, engaging his thrusters to distance himself and try again. He expected the enemy to chase him, or at least follow and pepper him, but none of the punishment came.

Dropping into another crouch, Casper made an effort to get as far away as he could from the enemy.

((Ha! Żałosne! Nikt cię synku mieczem robić nie nauczył?! No chodź! Wyłaź pokrako! Psi pomiocie! Czasu w życiu mi nie stanie! Stawaj!))

Casper blinked, shocked to his core, as whilst he didn’t understand what the script said, he recognised the words, or at least the language. It was from Earth.

[Wait! I’m human!]

((Ni brat, ni krewny lecz Boże Dziecię. Toć jedną szansę dam. Poddaj lub giń.))

Taking a chance, Casper poked one side of his reconnaissance unit out from the corner he was hiding behind before ducking back in a section later. He was already moving away when the volley ripped that section of the city corner to pieces.

Casper half crawled, half scrambled to take as many lefts and rights as he could whilst not completely abandoning Qik’s machine. He needed to keep the other pilot’s attention, but also find an opening.

[Fine then! Fuck you! Come and get me.]

((WIJ SIĘ TCHÓRZU! Piskorzu zaropiały! Wstyd na cały twój niedołężny ród! Diabelskich sztuczek ci nie starczy co by z życiem ujść! Przeklęta magia Odmieńców! Bez niej dawno byś syneczku żarł piach!!))

Casper, still unsure of the enemy’s words, monitored his movements instead. The accent was thick and without the translation software working, he had no clue as to what the pilot was saying. It could have been mocking, or even suggesting they sit down for a chat and he wouldn’t know.

Still, for all his training, it appeared as if the other mech was working from line of sight only, not being able to ‘sense’ where Casper hid. The young man needed to commit to the attack, he needed to surprise the other pilot completely, and have him within range of his blade.

Several minutes passed by without either combatant seeing each other.

Within the chintian mech, the human pilot held his arms up and out, ready to squeeze the physical triggers that his own, flesh and blood hands held. Within the cockpit, his upper body counted as the puppeteer for the mech itself. Unlike the geckin made machines, the chintians relied on physical piloting, aiming and shooting.

The onboard intelligences could act independently when without a pilot, but they were limited as guards for an area, or guard dogs for a single individual, usually the pilot who had disengaged.

It meant the chintian mechs were far more robust, and their pilots unspoilt by their times within the mechs, capable of existing inside the machines without any negative effects to their health, the downside was that they were limited to readouts. The reacted to the machine’s information, to the reaction time of the pilot, viewing the screens then instructing the machine into action.

It took time to get used to it, but The Pilot had long since gotten used to piloting any number of different designs from his old fighter, to the new cutting edge pieces of technology.

This difference between the two designs of the machine however, meant that when Casper sprung from his hiding space, The Pilot could only react, and whilst saved himself and the majority of the machine, snarled in frustration as warnings alerted him to the loss of one of his main weapons.

Casper had laucnhed himself from the ground floor of one of the buildings. On the opposite side of the building, it had been gutted, yet remained up right. After quietly squeezing himself inside, thanks to his masterful control over the machine and its dimensions, he had launched himself forwards once the target was in range, sweeping his sword up in an all out attacked, with the goal of cutting the bastard in half.

He felt the shudder of his blade hitting the other mech and felt genuine hope bloom inside of him as the right arm of the machine was spiralling off down the road, sparks flying from the smooth cut through the metal.

Casper’s joy was short lived as once more, he was hosed down with withering fire that had him retreat again, several of his systems reporting damage to his right side. He immediately felt sore there, as if he had pulled a muscle and now was unable to use it properly. Putting several buildings between himself and the other pilot, he tried to move and bend, only to find that his full range of movement was now limited with certain turns.

It didn’t matter, one of the enemy’s weapons was now gone, he could win this.

Casper half expected The Pilot to say something, to acknowledge his blow, yet instead, all that happened was a change in stance. A personality shift. As if the enemy was now leaning forwards, focused on the fight in totality.

Casper heard the sounds of the enemy mech’s jet ignite, forcing him to turn, keeping the blade out in front of him just in case of an attack.

That said however, he watched as the enemy machine rose into the sky before landing on top of the tallest building in the distance near Qik’s still prone machine. It fired dust out from beneath the machine and huge cracks appeared in the burnt out shell’s superstructure as the heavy device landed unceremoniously before traversing its torso around, bringing its lone weapon to bare.

Bracing its remaining weapon, the gatling laser on the end of his left arm with the useless right arm, the enemy immediately spotted the Spectre unit and opened fire. Casper ducked and half crawled, half jumped out of the way and tried to reposition, but from the machine’s new vantage point, he could spot Casper the moment he poked any part of his body out from behind solid cover.

[Fuck! Qik, I can’t get close!]

{I can give you an opening, but you need to be ready.}

[I won’t be able to close the distance!]

{You’ve only got one chance. Throw your sword.}

[What if I miss?]

{Everything I’ve seen so far tells me every weakness you had in the body, is compensated for in the machine. Just use your instincts. You ready?}

Casper ducked again as the weapon's fire doused across the concrete of the building he was hiding behind.

[Do it.]

Beyond Casper’s sight, the protective flaps on Qik’s torso opened, revealing one of the last usable salvos she had. The Pilot’s early warning system immediately gave a shrill alert that instantly told The Pilot he was being painted with a missile lock.

Fractions of a second later, he had to roll his entire body to dodge the chaotic swirling storm of smaller missiles that threatened to detonate across his body. His desperate tumble however, broke line of sight with Qik’s mech as he fell from her perch and braced himself to land roughly on the asphalt below.

Casper was already waiting for him, his sword held aloft like a javelin.

With every ounce of his strength, he threw the blade as far and as hard as he could, aiming for the centre mass of the enemy machine, where the pilot would be sat.

Hundreds of thousands of years of human evolution was dumped into the Spectre’s targeting computer. Ones and zeros that counted in the trillions taught the machine how to perfectly throw an item with the instinct to follow. The targeting computer threw in its own opinion on what was the danger to them and picked its target appropriately.

The sword sliced through the air and hit its target was perfect accuracy, pinning the remaining gatling laser to the building’s wall, even before the chintian mech had come out of his landing crouch.

((Skurwysynie!))

Something told Casper that The Pilot wasn’t congratulating him on a fine strike, but the young man still allowed himself a faint smile across his face.

((Obrzydliwym jest, kopanie leżącego. Lecz jeślim zmuszon, tak też uczynię.))

Instantly, Casper felt something was drastically wrong as the enemy combatant turned away from Casper and ran towards where Qik had been. The Spectre’s booster roared to life and sped the young human towards where the enemy pilot had been only moments before. He zigged and zagged through the streets before finding the main thoroughfare again as he watched the chintian mech running full pelt towards the still prone torso of Qik.

[Eject! Eject!]

((SZCZEŹNIJ!!!))

As the chintian mech raised a heavy metal foot over the ejection port of Qik’s mech, the Spectre unit slammed into The Pilot’s back, sending both of them tumbling, rolling head over heels with the sheer speed and force in which Casper and crashed into them.

The pair of them fell out of the city limits and into the bombed out wasteland that may have been pristine and rolling green hills at some point in the past.

The chintian mech was first on his feet, followed shortly by Casper.

Neither of them had any weapons they could draw on, but they were now on even ground, facing off with each other.

Casper wanted him dead. He’d threatened the one ally the human had, had since leaving Earth.

Human or not, this bastard was dying.

The Spectre raised it’s hands into fists, raised up and ready to beat the other mech into the ground. The chintian model followed suit, the gatlings may have been scrap; but The Pilot didn’t need fist to beat on a petulant child.

The two stared at each other as the rain continued to beat down against them.

As one, the pair ran at each other.

[r/WolvensStories]

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#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #furry #human x furry #lopeljack #bunny

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ATTRACTION (Jeno x F!reader)

Jeno x Female reader

Summary: Her insecurities drowning her and breaking her apart, oh if only she saw herself in his eyes.

Genre: M/F, brother’s best friend, fluff with a tinge of angst, senior high school setting

Warnings: vaping, talking about insecurities, mention of corruption

Word count: 2 103 words

Please support me as I venture into writing! This is my first post, although I have literally had this story on my notes since last year. And I have a lot more so stay tuned!

Please leave constructive criticism so I know in which areas I have to improve. Thanks, enjoy!

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“Mom, I’m moving to Dad’s.” Y/N finally mustered the guts to tell her mom that she wants to leave.

Her mom raised an eyebrow, removing her eyes from the papers she’s reading and pulling down her eyeglasses. “And why is that?” Tension is starting to build up between the two.

She puts down the spoon and fork. “I can’t live like this forever. I hate this town, I hate the people. They make fun of me, talking about me behind my back and it’s already affecting my studies.”

“Why would you let it affect you?” Her mom argues, never seems to understand or even try to understand the suffering that her daughter is going through.

This time it was Y/N’s turn to squint her eyes in disbelief that she heard those words coming from the mouth of the school director. “Are you serious?!” She walks out and goes to her room to start packing.

The next day came.

She lazily opens the door of her mom’s office. “Dad’s coming to pick me up today, just in case you don’t want to see his face.” Y/N says.

Not even bothering to look at her daughter, she replies, “Close the door when you leave.”

Y/N is just getting used to living with her dad and twin brother, Mark. She just got here two days ago. Her dad is still processing her transfer that’s why she has a whole week to herself.

She changes to her fresh clothes after a bath. She looks at her reflection in the mirror as she slowly hovers her finger on top of the big dark patch of birthmark on her jaw area going down her neck that’s about the size of a penny.

“Ugly.” She mumbles to herself.

Grabbing a book, she then goes to the porch connected to their dining area and sits by the coffee table to read.

Just minutes later, noise from people talking and laughing are heard all over the house. It’s her twin brother coming back from school with two of his friends coming over.

Their maid smiles when they arrive, Mark notices her and she gestures, pointing her hand towards the porch where Y/N is and he immediately understands.

Mark was told by his dad that his sister is still adjusting, she needs space and peace of mind the most right now.

“Guys, let’s tone it down a bit, my sister’s just by the porch.” He tells his friends, Jaemin and Jeno. “None of you are allowed to talk to her.” He warns. Y/N hears what her brother is telling his friends and it makes her smile a little.

“Your sister’s here?” One asks.

“Yes, she’s gonna be staying with us from now on.” Mark nods. “ Which also means that both of you will be sharing a room because there’s only one guest room left.”

Oh, so they’re staying here for the night, Y/N thought. She listens to their conversations, how they played their games, and all. Through the big sliding window, Jeno sees Y/N’s side profile, her tiny smile at their jokes and it seems like she’s no longer reading the book in her hand.

Mark notices so he kicks his friend’s foot lightly. “Don’t even think about it.” He warns and Jeno just chuckles, obviously amused seeing his friend’s new possessive side. Something in him though is even more intrigued by her innocence, something in her is drawing him in. Maybe it’s because she’s too protected that he kinda wants to be the one to slowly corrupt her? May it also be her soft and gentle aura that makes him want to bring out the fire and anger in her?

“Why?”

“You’re no good.”

Jeno scoffs. “I’m good! Jaemin is the one that’s no good. Every mother wishes their daughters would end up with me!”

This time it’s Jaemin’s turn to scoff in disbelief. “What are you talking about, I’m the best!”

Mark just shakes his head. “Dude…” Then brushes them off. “Let’s just play.”

After about an hour, their maid called them. “Snacks are ready, kids!”

Despite being 18 year-olds, their maid still treats them like babies because she’s a lot older even than their dad. She’s worked for the family even before the divorce of the twin’s parents.

The smell of freshly baked pizza soothes into their noses, they all gathered on the dining table, including Y/N.

She was just looking at the food while Jeno is trying his hardest to get a glimpse of her face. It’s kinda hard because she’s a lot shorter than him. He notices that her skin is just as fair as Mark’s, dark brown hair, fully plump lips, slightly smiling at the sight of the food in front of her.

Jeno elbows Mark lightly and points at Y/N by protruding his lips to her direction. Mark just rolls his eyes, knowing exactly what his friend is trying to say. “Y/N, these are my friends.” He introduces the two guys beside him, making his sister look up. “Jeno and Jaemin.”

She smiles at both. Jeno observes her face intently, she looks very similar to Mark except for a few features that make her look more feminine than he is. But their eyes are almost identical, forming crescent lines when they smile. Also, there is a brownish-greenish patch on her face. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Kids, sit down.” Their maid pulls the chair out for Y/N.

“Thank you.” Y/N smiles as she sits down.

“Is Dad done processing your transfer requirements?” Mark asks.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Mom may be giving him a hard time getting those. She’s the school director and those papers would need a signature from her, I believe.”

“Ey, don’t worry. Dad will get those for sure. If you wanna transfer, why would she hold you back?”

"Will she be joining our class?" Jeno asks Mark, still looking at Y/N, their eyes meet that took her back. He's such a charming, flawless-face. She pretends that didn’t happen and immediately looks down to her food that made Jeno smile a little. She looks cute when flustered.

Mark shrugs. "Hopefully. There's a lot of people there she can be friends with."

"Is that a stain on your jaw?" Jaemin points out and she immediately covers it with her hand and fear takes over her eyes.

"B-birthmark."

Jeno gives her a comforting smile upon seeing her reaction. "Why cover it? It's unique and cool."

It is her first time hearing that from another person, because she's been called a freak, weird, and whatever words they come up with just to describe it.

A flush of pink appears on her face as she looks at Jeno. "Thanks."

"No problem."

Mark didn't mind the smiles his friend and his sister shared. He's just glad they were able to make her feel better somehow.

"Wanna play with us?" Mark asks.

She shakes her head. "I'd rather just watch."

A few hours later, their dad came home and then they ate dinner. He said that she's already enrolled and she can start going to school on Monday. After dinner he gave her her new credit card, and key of the car that she'll use. It wasn't the most expensive car but at least it does the job of getting her from point A to B.

He touches his daughter's birthmark and caresses it with his thumb. "Promise me, you'll enjoy."

Y/N smiles tearfully. "Yes, dad."

Their dad left because he has a business trip to Macau and he needs to meet his business partners there in the morning. That's why he has to leave tonight.

"Manang Nancy, yung mga bata ha."

They boys spent the night playing games nonstop and at the end of the night they ended up cleaning the area and got more than 10 bottles of Red Bull and wrappers for their junk foods.

And just an hour later, Y/N notices that the light from the living room is off. That's the signal for her that says they're already in their rooms so she goes out because she wants to sit under the moon.

She jumps over the porch bannisters to the lawn outside. She isn't scared of the night because the moon shone so bright and also there are lights around the house.

While watching the night skies, she also has her airpods on. She's just singing along to the songs when the skies in front of her are covered with a cloud of smoke so she immediately sits up feeling so frightened. But she sees Jeno's face looking so amused with a vape on his hand.

"You scared me." She mumbles. "Jeez."

"Sorry, you just were so focused with what you were doing."

She stands up and brushes herself off. "What are you doing here?"

"Vaping, you?"

"Well, I was enjoying the night skies."

"You can still enjoy it." He remarks.

But she shakes her head. "Nope." She jumps to sit on the bannister and so does Jeno. They sit beside each other staring into the empty space.

"Why do you vape?" She asks.

"Kinda helps me relax." He replies.

"Is it good?"

"It smells good." He watches her as her eyes linger curiously at the vape on his hand. "Wanna try?" Her eyes meet his with excitement. "On second thought, no. Your brother is gonna skin me alive."

Their eyes meet and she pouts. "He's not. Why would he?"

"Because he plays the part of a protective brother who doesn't want his innocent sister to get influenced negatively."

"I'm not that innocent!" Her head cocks to the side. "And how does vape influence one negatively?"

Jeno raises the vape on her eye level. "Because this is just like cigarettes, and it's not good for you."

She scoffs. "But it is for you?"

"No, but I don't have someone who's over protective over me."

She rolls her eyes and snatches the vape from his hand. "Oh, give it."

"Y/N." He warningly says and somehow she found it endearing. Her name coming out of his lips. "You don't know how to use that."

"Then show me."

He sighs then says, "Just put it on your mouth then inhale, don't swallow, just exhale."

"I can do that." She positions the vapour in front of her lips. "I'm doing it." Glancing at Jeno then puts it in her mouth to inhale the smoke.

Jeno also inhales heavily unconsciously along with her as he watches her use the thing. Watching intently how she does it because it's her first time after all.

She exhales and a cloud of smoke comes out of her lips. She watched it giddily and the surroundings smelt like strawberry and vanilla.

He smirks. "Not bad."

"Told you I'm not that innocent." She smiled ever so gorgeously that he just stared at her. "W-what?" She immediately thinks he's looking at her birthmark and covers it right away.

He took her hand away from her jaw. "Why do you keep covering it?"

"It's ugly." She replies.

But his forehead creases in confusion. "It's not."

"Yes it is! You're just trying to make me feel better by saying it's not."

With one hand, he holds her face by the jaws and pulls her forward to him. She held her breath as they got closer, and her eyes widened at the same time. He gently kisses the birthmark on her face that made Y/N's heart fall to her stomach and jump along with the fluttering butterflies. "I'm not." He whispers.

"Jeno..." Thank God it's dark and he can't see how her face is turning into a tomato.

He shakes his head as if waking up to reality. "I-I'm sorry, I-I couldn't help myself." But he notices her more shocked than he is so he pulls her closer again and his lips perched on top of hers. "Relax." Then he holds her on her waist, she feels so stiff and tense. He slides his tongue in her mouth and kisses her like it's the last time he ever could. "Y/N, just relax." She exhales and just goes with the flow.

Y/N has never felt this feeling before. She's usually scared, frightened, and even sometimes feeling threatened but now she just feels warm and it's like there's a blanket over her heart.

Her eyes got teary and she bit her bottom lip when they separated.

"I literally just met you today but I can't stop the attraction I'm feeling for you." He confesses.

#nct #nct dream #nct 127 #nct smut #nct au #jeno x reader #jeno #nct jeno #jeno fanfic #jeno x you #mark lee #jaemin #nomin #kpop #kpop smut #kpop au #kpop fanfic #jeno fic recs #jeno fic #jeno fics

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Do you think I’m crazy?

Ao’nung x Metkayina!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Ao’nung makes fun of Y/N, a little plot but it’s not important, OOC!Ao’nung, very cliche and cringe near the end

Summary: Ao’nung and Y/N go fishing together really early in the morning, and Ao’nung ends up telling her how he feels.

*this is my first time writing on tumblr I’m so sorry

Y/N, WHERE ARE YOU?” Ao’nung scowled. The girl dazedly looked back at him, blinking away her daydreams right before him. He pointed his spear at her, “What are you thinking about? What is so much more important?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N shrugged. She held the basket closer to her hip and peered into the opening. The fish they caught together hopelessly flopped against the weaved material, mouths gaping for water. She looked back up at Ao’nung, blankly staring at her in disbelief.

“Be serious.” Ao’nung prodded, “Why are you so distant lately? What’s going on with you?”

“I’ve been thinking…”

“Is that new for you?”

Y/N dropped the basket into the sand. She picked up her spear, smacking Ao’nung’s leg with the end, “Do you want to hear it or not?”

He raised his hands in defense, “I’ll listen, if we get all the fish we need.”

She stabbed her spear into the water, cutting into the sleek viridian body of an eel squid. Y/N pulled it out of the water, pressing a gentle hand on its twitching head. She closed her eyes, muttering a brief prayer as the eel squid’s movement halted. Y/N tossed it into the basket.

“So…?” Ao’nung sat down, hands digging into the sand. He stared off into the ocean, waves crashing against each other. It was still fairly dark out, but there were occasionally distant animal calls. Part of their chores was to gather meat. Ao’nung’s father, the Olo’eyktan, didn’t care where it came from or what it was — he just wanted them to practice, so they had swam to a sandy rock formation off the coast.

Y/N sat down besides him, placing her spear as a divider between the Na’vi. She pressed her knees to her chest, “I’ve been getting these dreams.”

Ao’nung chuckled, “Dreams are dreams.” He gathered a fist full of sand and splatted it against Y/N’s back, “They mean nothing.”

She pushed him into the water, “They are from the All-Mother, and they mean something. She is calling to me, Ao’nung. Can you comprehend that?”

He picked himself up and crossed his arms skeptically. “Are you Tsahìk now?” Ao’nung pressed, “You are not wise. You cannot determine the will of Eywa. Who are you to say she is reaching out to you?”

Y/N stayed silent, as he stabbed his spear into the water. He tossed another eel squid into their basket.

“What happens in your dreams?”

Y/N scoffed, “I thought you didn’t want to listen.”

He shrugged, “I never said that. I said you’re just not intelligent enough to understand if Eywa is trying to commune with you. Now, what do you see in your dreams?”

She looked up at the stars, silently twinkling in the midnight blanket above. She sighed, “I see her, Ao’nung. I see her, and she’s trying to speak —,”

He laughed, “N/N, you going crazy? Do you make jokes now? Maybe we should go fishing more.”

Y/N hit the back of his head, “I am serious, Ao’nung. When I visit the Cove of Ancestors, I get these visions —,”

“The Cove?” Ao’nung paused, sitting down besides her, “You never mentioned this before.”

“You’ve been too busy making fun of me than listening,” she replied bluntly.

“Well, there’s a difference between experiencing a calling from Eywa in sleep and in consciousness.”

“So you think it’s a calling now, huh?“

He rolled his eyes, “You should talk to my mother. She is Tsahìk, she will know how to help you.”

“I don’t know, Ao’nung…”

“My mother understands these types of things better than anyone. You can trust her, Y/N,” Ao’nung looked at her side profile, confusion slowly writing itself on his face. “Why do you hesitate?”

“Do you think I’m crazy?” Y/N blurted, hugging her knees to her chest.

He flinched slightly at the words, his attention drawing back to the rolling waves before them. He licked his lips, shrugging as he chose his words carefully. Ao’nung finally said, “I don’t think you’re crazy.”

He hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder, a meek attempt of comfort. Y/N didn’t react, merely tracing her fingers along the cracks of the rock. “Then why do you always look at me differently?”

Ao’nung blinked, averting his eyes towards Y/N again. How did Ao’nung look at her? How did his gaze change when looking at another Na’vi to her? The first question he had was: what is the difference between Y/N and anyone else? Of course, Ao’nung might’ve treated her a little differently — perhaps nicer if matching her pace whenever they walked, saving a spot besides him at gatherings counted. Maybe favoritism in others’ eyes, judging by the tricks he did in the water to amuse Y/N, joining in chorus of her favorite folk songs when he’d prefer listening, and detours around the reef, so she could admire the coral one last time before resurfacing.

Taking in a quick breath, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ao’nung, don’t say that,” Y/N shook their head. Her words were soft, delicate even, “You act like… you’re scared I’ll do something wrong or stupid — all the time. I don’t know who you think I am sometimes —,”

“Who I think you are?” He interrupted. He repeated the words in his head, and then out loud once more, “Who I think you are? I think you’re someone that believes loving them is a burden. I treat you different, because you’re not a burden. Not to me.” Ao’nung closed his eyes, taking in a sharp breath. He turned to Y/N, daring himself to speak, “You’ve taught me that loving is not a task I need to accomplish. With you, it’s been a skill I’ve spent perfecting for years, because I’ve loved you since we met, and I want to love you correctly.”

And Y/N was silent.

He parroted her again, “Do you think I’m crazy?”

The phrase was different. Before, Y/N meant if Ao’nung thought something was wrong with her, if there was a flaw Eywa had unknowingly bestowed. But hearing Ao’nung repeat it, she realized she had asked him if he loved her enough to accept madness. And he did.

“No,” she whispered. “I don’t think you are.”

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 14

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Nothing for this chapter

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Day 176

Leah was down for chow before anyone else, having not slept much that night. Sheʼd heard Sy give the boys the typical “lights out at sundown or risk getting sniped” speech followed by a new addition of “Corporal Colemanʼs room is off limits to everyone”.

She’d brought her sketchbook down with her, desperately needing something to focus all her nervous energy into. It seemed to have worked because she didn't notice Niki walk in until he sat on the bench beside her.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

Niki bumped his knee against hers under the table, not wanting to risk any sort of half hug with the soldiers slowly filtering into the hall.

“No harm done, I promise.”

His reassuring smile helped convince her that there was indeed no harm done—well, not for him at least. The harm to her… relationship was still to be seen.

Leah flipped to the back of her book, tearing a blank page out and handing it and a pencil to Niki. As she turned back to the drawing sheʼd been working on, Niki caught a glimpse of the picture of Leah and Caleb that she had taped inside the front cover.

“You heard from Caleb lately?”

“Not since he started his residency.”

They both turned their focus to their pages. The act of working side by side with only casual chatter was comfortably familiar. They’d done it many times when she was a teenager.

“I can’t believe I call him more than you do.”

“I don’t want him to worry,” Leah said by means of explanation.

“You mean, you don’t want to be reminded of how much you miss him.”

It seemed that in the years since she’d last seen Niki, Leah had forgotten that he could sniff out her lies like a damn bloodhound. And that he wasn’t afraid to call her on her bullshit.

“How’s your mom?”

Niki sighed but accepted the change of subject. Chow hall was not the best place for long, emotional conversations.

“Same as always, asking me how I’m going to give her grandbabies if I’m halfway around the world,” he paused, looking up at Leah’s profile. “She misses you.”

Leah smiled to herself. Her head tipped to the side as she shaded the moth she’d been working on for the past week, trying to make it perfect. It was the same basic design as the one she’d drawn on Sy but with a level of detail she couldn’t accomplish with just sharpies.

“I miss her too. You think she’d mind if I stopped by if I ever get back?”

Niki didn’t like that she was saying if she ever got back. He hoped it was just because it had been so long since she’d been stateside

“Are you kidding? She’d love it. She’ll take one look at you and drop everything to cook you a decent meal. What the hell are they doing to you out here, anyway, you’re all skinny.” He poked Leah’s ribs as if to emphasize his point.

“That’s because Coleman refuses to go easy on the training even when she almost dies.”

Jer fell onto the bench across from Leah, making the whole table shake. Leah snapped her sketchbook shut before he could recognize the design as being the same one she’d drawn on the captain.

“I’m sorry,” a frown fell over Niki’s face, “how frequently do you almost die for this to be a habit?”

The other boys gathered around Leah, Ethan and Benjie taking a seat on either side of Jer and Rohan sitting on Leah’s right.

“We have to save her ass at least once a week,” Ethan answered.

“It’s exhausting,” Rohan added.

“You guys suck, you know that?”

Niki laughed, setting his pencil down on the half finished image of some robot or another. A few men from his platoon joined him while others found seats wherever there was room.

“A little sensitive, are we?” a cute blond private said. “Whatʼs wrong, are your menses making you irritable?”

Leah was about to give him a very unladylike response but Niki spoke in her place.

“Nah, this is just her default level of bitchy. You’ll get used to it.”

“Oh yeah? And how would you know that?”

“Because I’ve known Leah a long fucking time and the day she got her IUD and stopped getting periods it was like a weight was lifted off of all of our shoulders. She’s mean when she’s PMS-ing.”

“As opposed to how mean she is at any other time of the month?” Benjie quipped.

“Okay, first, fuck all of you. Second, you really wanna play that game, Niki, then we can talk about summer break oh-five.”

He immediately shut his mouth, his next words dying on his lips.

“That’s what I thought,” Leah smirked.

Niki’s boys started asking about the logistics of the upcoming op while Reynolds dropped by long enough to inform her that Sy had ordered that she get a follow-up check before being cleared for field duty. Her gaze instinctively found the man in question.

It seemed that even with new men at the base he hadn’t changed his habits, sporting shorts and a faded red t-shirt. Aika walked into the room ahead of him, taking a lap with her nose pressed to the ground. It was unfortunate that she was born a stray rather than at some breeder out in the States. She would have made one hell of a bomb dog.

Sy’s intense blue eyes flickered between Leah and Niki, studying them. Leah wished that for once she would be able to read his expression.

“So how do you know Leah?” Benjie asked after they’d all gotten their food and settled back around the table.

“I met her brother Caleb in my second year of junior high. Unfortunately for me, him and this pain in the ass were a package deal.”

“Caleb, that’s the doctor right?” Ethan directed his question to Leah.

“Yeah, I’ve only got the one brother.”

“Huh… The way you act sometimes makes it seem like you were raised in a house full of boys.”

Niki didn’t miss the way Leah looked down at her lap, chewing her bite more than strictly necessary as a way of buying herself time.

The pair shared a subtle look, Niki giving a slight shake of his head. Leah knew exactly what he was trying to ask. Don’t they know? Leah answered with a barely there shake of her own. No, they don’t.

“Her house was where we all used to hang out. Gage was a second father to all Caleb’s friends.”

Luckily, the guys didn’t notice the unspoken exchange, too focused on their breakfast.

“I better get to medical. Wish me luck.”

“Na, you don’t need luck. I’ve seen Reynolds check out your ass. If he doesn’t clear you, a quick blowie will change his mind.”

Leah kicked Jer under the table, standing to clean up her tray and her sketchbook.

“I’ll meet you in the tent when I’m done.”

The exercise tent was buzzing with activity. Normally there was more than enough room for everyone to do their own thing but now, Sy actually found himself having to wait his turn or use lighter weights just to get things over with.

As he spotted Pepps on the bench press, his eyes roamed over the new arrivals. They were a decent looking bunch. Young and fit but not so much so that their inexperience was a major concern. Energetic but not undisciplined. Confident but not cocky.

Their lieutenant stood by the chin-up bar, his arms crossed over his chest as he chatted with Benjie while Ethan and Jeremiah competed to see who could hold the longest with their chin above the bar.

Pepps finished his set, setting the bar back in place without any help from Sy. He didn’t really need a spot but it gave Sy an excuse to stand and stare.

They traded places, Sy stretching out onto his back and taking hold of the bar. Sy stared at a small tear in the roof of the tent as he absent-mindedly brought the weight down to his chest before pushing it back up again.

There were about a million things to do before the op. They needed a full inventory of supplies and ammunition, the humvees needed maintenance, plans needed to be finalized and a briefing needed to be held to make sure everyone knew their role.

Having not kept count at all, Sy used the burn of his muscles to determine when to stop. With the bar safely back on the rack, he quickly stood, liberating the bench for the next person in line.

He was almost ready to call it a day but he still needed to do a few sets of squats. As he approached the stack of plates in the corner, Niki pulled his shirt up, wiping the sweat from his face.

“Woah, that’s some serious ink you’ve got there,” Connors said.

The Lieutenant looked up with a raised brow, almost seeming to ask if the comment was indeed directed towards him.

“You mean my back?”

When Connors nodded in confirmation, Niki removed his shirt, turning away so the other man could get a closer look.

Though Sy had never really been a fan of tattoos, he still found himself studying the man’s back like the others around them.

“I've seen that before,” he said without thinking and to no one in particular.

When Connors got called away and the others lost interest, Niki shrugged his shirt back on, turning to face Sy.

“That’s not surprising, Cerberus is a pretty well known mythological creature.”

“No, I mean I’ve seen that exact design before.”

It took a moment but it eventually clicked. Leah’s sketchbook. He’d seen that design in her sketchbook in her second month on base.

“It’s hers, isnʼt it?”

No one else was within ears reach but he still refrained from saying Leahʼs name. The younger man looked almost surprised but nodded anyway.

“Yeah, I went to her guy. He reworked her drawing to make sure it would look good and age well but thatʼs about it. I’d have asked her to do it herself but she ended up enlisting and giving up her apprenticeship.”

Though Leah had said her decision to enlist was for the best, it felt like lately she spent every spare second bent over her sketchbook. It made him wonder whether she was truly happy or whether she was having second thoughts.

Sy picked up his weights moving to the side where he wouldn’t be in the way. For some reason he thought it would sound more like a casual conversation than a fishing expedition if he was doing something else at the same time.

“How many people has she made tattoos for?”

Niki chose a pair of dumbbells and took up position next to Sy, both men facing the room rather than each other.

“Just me and herself, I think. She doesnʼt really take requests or anything itʼs more like… Like her drawings are her diary. If something or someone is on her mind, she draws. The more worried she is the more she draws. Or she works out. She made mine right before I left for OCS.”

“Guess that explains why sheʼs so damn secretive with that book of hers. She fucking drags it everywhere since she got shot last month but she threatened to stab Jer with a fork if he tried to open it.”

He really wanted to know what was eating at her. Well, he already knew, but he wanted to know how she felt about what had happened that night.

Niki dropped his weight, turning to face Sy.

“Wait, you mean she actually did almost die? I thought the guys were just fucking with her.”

Sy paused for a moment, reliving the night all over again.

“It definitely qualified as near-death but luckily she came out of it with only a concussion and some fucked up ribs.”

“Shit.”

As if summoned, Leah walked into the tent, pausing at the entrance as she looked for her team. They found her first, huddling around her and impatiently awaiting to hear the verdict of her check-up. By the sounds of it, sheʼd been cleared, earning her a round of high-fives from the men.

Niki sat down, brushing a hand through his hair. It was freshly trimmed but it looked like he kept it about at the maximum length they were allowed. Not that anyone at Warhorse would give him shit if he stayed long enough for it to grow out.

After finishing his second set, Sy joined the man on the ground.

“The moth makes more sense now.”

Sy was so focused on Leah that he almost didnʼt hear the off handed comment.

“What?”

Niki looked up from where he was busy fixing the laces on his boots.

“Nothing, itʼs just a hunch. She was drawing a moth earlier. Typically they sort of mean rebirth, new beginnings, stuff like that. Or maybe she just thought it looked cool and I’m looking for meaning where there is none.”

“Right.” Or it could mean the guy she drew a moth on had basically tried to jump her bones while she was half out of it with a concussion. “What does a three-headed dog mean?”

“Protection. Or, in Leah speak, ‘you better not fucking die on usʼ. She texted me the picture on the day I left. It wasn’t meant to be a tattoo but I liked the idea of having something watching my back out here, you know?”

Us. That fit with his claim from the night before that he knew Leah through her brother. And if Leah was an ex then he probably wouldn’t have wanted a permanent reminder of her etched into his skin, but that didn’t mean neither of them had ever wanted more. He was a few years older than Leah. Maybe he’d gone off to OCS before they ever got a chance to try and be together.

“Yo LT, you got a minute?”

Niki sighed, putting his weights away. “Duty calls. Iʼll let the boys know weʼre briefing at fifteen hundred.”

Chapter 15

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