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superprincesspea · 3 months

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Courted by the Dragon

Chapter 12 - Storm Chaser

Aemond Targaryen is both the cause and witness to the greatest humiliation of your life. You would rather die than see him again. Yet summer at court and the precipice of civil war have other ideas.

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The day truly began with the arrival of a scroll.

You were sitting to breakfast, and your sisters hurried to receive it, while you lingered in the background, spreading damson jam onto a slice of toasted bread.

You expected the scroll to be another invitation from Helaena, yet as Maris brought it to the table, you could see that the wax seal was black, embossed with the same Targaryen sigel as your note from Aemond.

In fact, the only difference between the scroll you’d received last night, and the one delivered this morning, was the name written across the front.

Maris Baratheon.

You get an instant bad feeling, which is only made worse by the look on her face as she unfurls the scroll, and a handkerchief flutters to the ground.

"Your favour!” Cassandra exclaims, bending quickly to retrieve it, and she’s right. It is Maris’ favour.

Bright golden marigolds are still delicately stitched into the shape of a heart, but the fabric is pristine, as though it’s been carefully laundered to remove all trace of human touch.

You can’t help but think of your own favour, dusty and ruined, but held so fiercely in Aemond’s hand.

“What does it say?” Cassandra asks, leaning in to look, but Maris shifts away so she can read in silence, her eyes quickly scanning the words, her brow creasing with every passing moment.

This can’t be good, you think, and your toast slips onto your plate, as you try to imagine what had been going through Aemond’s mind when he’d put pen to parchment this morning.

Asking for Maris’ favour had been bad enough, returning it was a thousand times worse.

Did he really know nothing when it came to women?

After her second read through of the scroll, Maris scrunches it lightly in her hand before laughing sharply and smoothing it back out to read a quote.

“Prince Aemond wants to ‘ thank’ me for my favour, and for being a ‘ dear friend to Helaena. ’ But does not wish for me to think he had ‘ any intentions’ beyond ‘honouring a friendship’ with his sister . ”

There is a long pause. An uncomfortable pause.

All those books and he really did know nothing .

“I’m so sorry, sister,” Cassandra console’s gently, reaching to offer a compassionate hand for Maris’ shoulder. But Maris explodes before Cassandra can touch her, thrusting the parchment into your face.

“This is all your fault!”

“My... fault ?” you stutter, feeling that it is, in fact, all your fault though not for the reasons she believes. You’d told him not to toy with her, but you hadn’t told him to do this .

“You are always so rude to him! To everyone! Is it any wonder nobody likes you?” she pauses, tears streaking her cheeks and, perhaps she’s wondering if she’s gone too far, yet she doesn’t stop.

“You didn’t even bother to come to the hall last night. Did you even bother to give him the remedy? Or was that too much to ask when all you’ve done all summer is hide in your room?”

“I gave it to him,” you say, your voice no more than a whisper as you try to ignore the sting of her words.

“And then what?” she demands.

You look at Cassandra, hoping for a port in the storm, but she’s waiting for your answer with as much interest as Maris.

So, you shrug and pick up your knife to add even more jam to your toast, though you can’t imagine eating it now. What you really need is time to think, to decide what to say, because what happened after you gave him the remedy will really make her mad.

Still, it is the truth, so you say it as plainly as you can without going into too much detail, or mentioning the part where Aemond had threatened every man in court who had any interest in pursuing your hand.

“I gave his grace the remedy... and the queen asked if I might stay a while to keep him company. So we had a glass of wine and played a game of Cyvasse.”

“You. Played. Cyvasse? And you did not think to tell me this until now? ” she waves the parchment around in the air as though it is a weapon, and the look of betrayal is clear on her face. But you’re growing tired of protecting her feelings from the truth.

Maris was not the only person in this family.

What of your feelings?

What of your torment these past few weeks?

You straighten yourself in the chair, meeting her temper with more steel in your voice, “I was sleeping when you returned last night, and what difference would it make? It was just a game, it had nothing to do with you and, to be perfectly honest, I think you would hate every moment of Aemond’s company if you spent any amount of time actually speaking to him.”

“We have spoken,” she says defensively, but polite conversation was not real conversation.

You stand, scoffing, “then you must know he is insanely arrogant, ridiculously competitive, completely insensitive and possesses not an ounce of chivalry. He spends almost all his free time reading, which you hate, playing Cyvasse, which you also hate, and regarding everyone at court as though they are complete idiots.”

She tilts her head, her eyes narrowed as though she has come to some fresh conclusion, “are you certain you’re not describing yourself, sister ?”

“I am nothing like him!”

“Maybe you just want him for yourself then? Is that it? Was that your plan all along?”

You gasp, more than a little dumbfounded by the accusation, “are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, and you seem to know an awful lot about a man you claim you do not like.”

Clenching your hands into tight balls, you’re annoyed that Maris is right.

You do know him; far more than you would want to know a man you despise as much as you despise Aemond Targaryen. But, more than anything, you’re annoyed that anyone could think, even for one moment, that you would ever desire him!

Yet , it’s your tone which now sounds defensive, "first you say I’m ruining your chances by being rude to him, now you’re saying I’m trying to steal him from you? Which one is it? Why don’t you decide before I tell you how stupid this entire conversation is.”

At that, you abandon your breakfast, your sisters, and your cloak, as you head towards the door and tear it open, leaving it to swing on its hinges in your haste to get away.

Seven Hells! You scream internally as you storm through the halls, the skirts of your dress kicking up with every stride as though they are trying to trip you.

You hardly thought it was possible to hate Aemond any more than you already did, yet you feel as though you could tear him limb from limb as you make your way towards the gardens, seeking refuge in the long willowy stems of the blooms.

But, like everything else in this cursed Red Keep, all you find is disappointment, as the first careful drops of rain hit the ground while dark clouds gather for as far as the eye can see.

Knowing you should turn back, you press on. Hurrying along the gravel path to where a small stone folly is nestled among the fading summer roses.

It isn’t much, but it's enough to provide temporary shelter as the rain turns into a downpour. The promise of thunderstorms crackling in the humidity.

You’ve never longed for home more than you do right now. Even if Storms End had sometimes felt like a prison with her tall, dark walls; her dusty corridors had never felt quite so desolate as the bustling halls of the Red Keep.

If you were home, there would be no sisters standing guard outside your room, no courtiers to avoid and, more importantly, no dragon prince .

Stretching out your hand, you catch cool drops of rain in your palm, and can’t help but think of the beach. The thrill of the water rushing against your skin, the pull of the tide-

“My Lady?”

Startled, you turn towards the sound.

“Lady Baratheon?” Tyland Lannister says, as though you might be confused about who he was talking to in a garden emptied by the storm. Yet, you’re so surprised he’s speaking to you, you look around just the same.

“What are you doing out here?” he exclaims, his hair soaked with water as he strips his cloak from his shoulders before throwing it over yours without question.

You're too stunned to answer, but he doesn’t wait for you to say anything. He takes your arm, guiding you across the garden to where a little covered terrace offers far better protection from the elements and, beyond the door, you can see the chambers are decorated in the style of House Lannister.

He pulls out an iron chair from under an iron table and you sit, wishing you’d removed his cloak first, as he takes the other seat.

“It has been far too long since I’ve enjoyed your company,” he says, as though the whole thing wasn’t by some cowardly design.

You don't reply. You can’t exactly ask him why he’s chosen this precise moment to risk the removal of his manhood at the hands of Aemond Targaryen- but you do wonder it.

What has changed since you last spoke?

He'd seemed so afraid then and appears so relaxed now.

He even smiles when you meet his eye, his gaze scraping approvingly across your cloaked form as though he’s very satisfied about the current situation indeed.

Then he gestures for the servant, and she pours hot tea into delicate little cups while a long silence begins to stretch across the table, its length marked with every drop of rain which taps on the roof until he decides to speak.

“How long until you return home, Lady Baratheon?”

“Three days.”

“Only three?” he shifts in his chair, his hand clenched while his thumb brushes thoughtfully across his finger, “I hear the Stormlands can be quite unforgiveable come winter.”

You pick up your cup, “only to those who cannot withstand them, my lord.”

“Casterly Rock is always pleasant no matter the time of year. You would like it, I think.”

"My sister Cassandra would like it more. She loathes to be cold, but I could not find any pleasure in the summer if there was no winter to keep her in balance.”

“And how did you enjoy the tourney?” he asks then, flitting the subject to one he hopes you can agree on, and you suddenly remember all the reasons you were trying to avoid his company before Aemond intervened.

The rigid conversations, the fawning look in his eye, and the unspoken expectation of flattery and obedience.

“I detest tourneys,” you admit, and Tyland’s gaze widens, his teacup hovering just below his lips.

“I suppose they can be quite violent for ladies with such tender hearts.”

His words make you feel a little nauseated as you settle your cup back onto the table. “It is not my tender heart which finds them disagreeable, my lord, it is my objection to idiocy in the name of glory.”

Tyland frowns, confused by your honesty and seeming unsure on how to react.

He was supposed to ask if you liked tourneys, and you were supposed to smile and say yes, before agreeing with every other remark he decided to make. But you were in no mood to fake interest for the sake of propriety or to fake anything at all.

“My lady seems quite unsettled by the storm,” he decides with a small uncomfortable laugh, “perhaps you will feel more comfortable inside, where it is much warmer?”

You glance back into the room, where it is all red upholstery and golden lions, and get the distinct feeling that this could be your life, if you wanted it.

All you had to do was play the part you’d been born to play, and he would ask for your hand, and you would birth a little Lannister baby come spring.

It would be so easy. The Lannister’s were wealthy and powerful, so you could find endless comfort and safety in this golden cloak. But were you really prepared to settle for comfort because you were too afraid of a little storm?

Tyland was old enough to be your father, and boring enough to be completely harmless, but what was marriage without passion? Only duty, and all at once, you find you're not prepared to give your life away so readily in the name of that.

So, knowing it’s likely a terrible mistake to spurn the possibility of such an enviable match, you do it anyway.

“Please,” you stand, fiddling with the clasp of his cloak before it slips from your shoulders into a pile on the chair, “do not aim to speak with me again.”

Tyland stands too, his face even more perplexed than before, as you head back into the rain like a mad woman instead of a future Lady Lannister, and you feel not a thimbleful of regret.

Nor are you content. The downpour seems relentless, your dress growing heavier and heavier with every step you take as you trudge along the winding paths.

Yet even with the rain, you do not wish to face your sisters, and feel as though there is really no place to go except one .

The Crown Library.

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Thank you for reading! This chapter was getting so long I had to split it into more manageable chucks but that means next chapter is all Aemond :D

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #romance #female reader #enemies to lovers #aemond targaryen x oc #prince aemond #slow burn

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anime-dreams · 8 months

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Gojo's and Geto's thoughts during the KFC breakup HAHAHHAHAHA

Theme: SatoSugu mwah

Warnings: none, angst??? (i mean it's SatoSugu so what do yall expect besides angst i hope my writing can bring out the angst thou) not proofread!!

Authors note: hi beautiful people, this is my first time trying this out so my sincerest apologies if i did smt wrong that caused any kind of inconvenience for yall. SatoSugu broke my heart and i havent felt the same way since i read that darn In Another Life fanfic (i loved it thou anyone who watches Haikyuu and ships BokuAka should go check it out). Anyways my ultimate goal here is to make yall cry over SatoSugu again cuz i cant seem to get over them :/ hahahaha

Gojo's POV:

I heard what Yaga said. My brain could not process it in time. “Huh?”

The only thoughts running through my mind was “No. it must be a mistake. No, Suguru would never.” Denial, denial, denial. I was confused. I was mad. Not mad at you, but at those damned old gits that tried to blame this on you. It had to be a misunderstanding… right? My mind told me you’ve changed. But my heart and soul still holds onto that last shred of hope. I tried everything to reach you, and eventually got ahold of your whereabouts through Shoko.

I recognised your figure amidst the busy streets of Shinjuku immediately. “Explain yourself, Suguru.” you paused. Your reply was stark. “You heard it from Shoko, right? That’s all there is.” You didn’t even bother to turn, didn’t even bother to look into my eyes to say those words. I grind my teeth. “So you’re just gonna kill everyone who’s not a jujutsu sorcerer? Even your parents?” That shred of hope was slowly sliding out of my grasp. “I can’t allow my parents to be a special exception.” You sounded crazy. Your words were insane. I feel like i don’t understand you anymore.

When you told me that there was a point to kill, and that you were aiming to eliminate all non-sorcerers from this world, that hope disappeared completely. Who are you now? I was looking at a familiar face, yet it was clouded in a shroud of unfamiliarity. It was impossible to do so. I yelled at you, to try and get you back to your senses.

I tried, so you won’t leave, although a part of me already knew how this would end. Every cell in my body rejected that inescapable truth. Every nerve in my body rejected that inevitable outcome. You finally turned, and my eyes locked with yours. My heart skipped a beat, and my breathing hitched. Those dark eyes were like nocturnal oceans, with secrets shimmering in the depths. Those dark eyes that once had the light of life, those dark eyes that turned steely when they met mine. “Are you the strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo, or does being the strongest make you Satoru Gojo?” What sort of a dumb question is that? You’re not making any sense. “What are you trying to say?” “If I had your powers, don’t you think that chances would be higher that my foolish ideal would become a reality?” just for a split second, sorrow flashed in your eyes, and it was gone so fast I couldn’t be sure it was even there in the first place.

Your eyes hardened into solid obsidian. “Satoru, I have decided how to live my life, and what's left is doing the best I can to achieve it. Goodbye, Satoru” I was stumped again. No. No. No, no, no, no. We didn’t come this far just to come this far. The words that cursed you crawled up my throat, but I couldn't find my voice. You turned your back firmly on me, and reality came crashing down. You were leaving. There will never be ‘us’ again. I will never be the same again. Was I nothing to you? Was I someone you just used, and throw away? How are you able to turn your back so easily on me?

I don't even know which pain is worse. The shock of what had happened, or the ache of what never will. I stood there, wanting to run after you, shout at you, beg you to stay, but I know, even if I do catch up to you, you will still fade into the crowd. Even if, by some miracle, you do stay, we will never be the same again. I swallowed, my hands trembling as I raised them up. I had to do it. I'm not born strongest for nothing. I'm strong enough to do this. You are a criminal after all. I should do it, I must do it. Your silhouette blurred each step you took, walking away from me, just like my future, how i cannot visualize without you in it, foggy and unclear. My hands paused, then fell back limply to my sides. I am… not strong enough after all. Because it's you. Suguru, truth is, I think I already felt you leaving even before you left, but don’t you think I at least deserved a better ‘goodbye’ than this? Now I have to remember you for longer than I've kept you. No more riding on your shikigamis to school. No more going on missions together. No more joking around and annoying everyone else. No more…you, just the memories. Yeah, I think I can live with that. I should be able to. I'm the strongest, after all.

Geto's POV:

"Explain yourself, Suguru.” I recognised your voice immediately, and stopped in my tracks. I couldn’t turn, I couldn't face you without betraying my emotions. I knew you would confront me sooner or later. And I wasn't ready for that yet. “You heard it from Shoko, right? That's all there is.”

I could see your facial expressions in my mind’s eye. Your eyebrows knitted in frustration and anger, your teeth grinding together. The urge to turn and see you with my own eyes grew. “So you’re just gonna kill everyone who’s not a Jujutsu sorcerer? Even your parents?” “I cant allow my parents to be a special exception.” I know I must sound insane to you now, Satoru. But I promise you will understand. Once I achieved that ideal future for us.

When you yelled at me that it was impossible for me to wipe out every single one of those non-sorcerers from this world, I heard it in your voice. The pain, the betrayal, the hurt, the anger, all directed at me. I braced myself, and turned, and I saw your face, twisted with rage and anguish. My gaze locked with yours. Your eyes that once held the most beautiful blue of the deep sea, had now became icy crystals, sharp and cold, but still breathtaking and pristine.

My front almost melted right there and then and I almost ran right back to you. But I held my ground. Because I knew that I had to be the one to do it. Because you won’t. I knew that the odds were against me, I knew that the chances of me succeeding were far and few between, but I had to try. For a better future for you, for us. And i blurted out my thoughts. “Are you the strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo, or does being the strongest make you Satoru Gojo?” Those beautiful blue eyes darkened with confusion. “What are you trying to say?” “If I had your powers, don’t you think that chances would be higher that my foolish ideal would become a reality?”

Exorcise, absorb, over and over. Who am I doing this for? Who are we doing this for? After seeing Nanami’s breakdown over Haibara’s death, I just cant let it go on anymore, Satoru. If the only thing waiting for us sorcerers at the end of the climb is a mountain of our friends’ corpses, then… “Satoru, I have decided how to live my life, and what's left is doing the best i can to achieve it. Goodbye, Satoru” I didn't know what else to say, except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.

Before i could allow myself to see the pain already beginning to seep into your face, and let my cowardice take over me, I memorized your features and turned my back on you. It was the hardest thing I've ever forced myself to do. It was excruciating, like carrying a heavy boulder up a steep, endless mountain, each step I took that increased the distance between us was an agonizing struggle. Satoru, you have no idea how many times I wanted to let go of that boulder, and make my way back to you. That would’ve been too easy, a much too comfortable feeling. But for the sake of our futures, I could not.

I'm sorry, Satoru. Part of me hoped that I would hear your familiar footsteps running after me, part of me hoped that you will tell me to stay. But I'm glad you didn't, because I'm sure, if you had done that, I will not have the strength to resist anymore. Because it’s you.

I could feel it in my bones, your arms reaching, and I braced myself for the incoming reversal red. It never happened.

Actually, Satoru, I think I knew. I knew from the moment I met you that I'll spend an entire lifetime missing you. I know you deserved a better goodbye, I'm so sorry. But I promise our paths will cross again, maybe a few years later, and I promise then, I'll bring a better world to you. Satoru, between the moon and stars, I'm glad that I stepped onto the same land and dreamt, played and lived under the same sky as you.

-I WAS REALLY NERVOUS WHEN POSTING THIS HAHAHA BUT THANKS FOR MAKING IT ALL THE WAY THROUGH!!!! IF YOU ENJOYED THAT PLS LEMME KNOW IDK IF ILL MAKE A PT 2 BUT IF I DO, ILL PUT SHOKO INSIDE AND IF YALL HAVE SUGGESTIONS ILL BE MORE THAN HONOURED TO HEAR!! 💕💕-

****pls dont be a copycat and photocopy my work without permission or else im coming after u after i go after Gege

******pls only repost with permission

*****some quotes used in this are also not mine credits to google and tiktok haha

#satosugu #i cannot do this anymore #mentally not okay #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #kfc breakup #sobbing #crying screaming throwing up #satosugu angst #jjk

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 2 years

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Thranduil and Josie Part 18- Goodbyes

Thranduil's moonstone ring stared at you from your pillow on the bed. You couldn't move as your body began to tremble. You could feel he was gone. You couldn't believe what was happening. You slowly walked towards the ring and reached down to pick it up, then slid it on to your thumb, as it was the only finger it would fit although it was still loose. You rested your thumb against your necklace and the 2 stones lit up and sang, causing you to gasp and cry out, looking all around again for him with large eyes. Something caught your attention over on the vanity. The closer you got, you saw it was a piece of paper with writing on it. Thranduil's writing.

You read it out loud in a whisper "More than my own life." A hard breath fell out of your mouth, then you gasped back in as tears began to roll down your cheeks. You picked up the paper, your hand shaking like a leaf and just stared at it, then cried out "Thranduil!!!!!!!!!!!" and you spun around to listen for him. All remained silent and still, the stones were no longer humming and his voice was vacant. This time you screamed his name and began to panic and paced back and forth, holding the moonstone ring to your lips and the note against your chest. Legolas and Tauriel came running down the stairs.

"Josie! What is wrong, we heard your cries. Where is my father?!" Legolas asked with wide eyes that darted all around the room.

Your breaths were aspirated as you stuttered "I....I....I...don't...know.." and you extended out your shaking hand that held the note. Legolas stared down at it and then slowly took it from you. He read it silently and his eyes rose back up to yours so quickly. You then showed him the ring. "It....it...was on...my...pillow." you sniffed and gasped. I can't....hear him. He...he won't answer....me."

Legolas closed his eyes and remained still. After about 30 seconds, he opened his eyes and shook his head at you. "Nothing......" he said and paused. "Are you still wishing to travel with us back to the dark realms...To see if there is any truth to your dream of Haldir. Tauriel and I are leaving soon."

"I...I can't leave here." you whispered gazing all around hoping to catch sight of him. "He may come back." you turned and just stared down at his side of the bed.

Tauriel whispered to Legolas. "We cannot leave her here alone like this. Look at her? She is lost, or...I am not sure but something is wrong."

"I can go alone, you stay here with her." he began to say but you turned and cut him off.

"No. You musn't be alone in that place, you know this Legolas. Tauriel, go with him. Find out what you can of Haldir, I must know." your face saddened when you spoke his name. "Please. Leave me." you quietly said, then you turned away from them again and stared back at the bed.

Tauriel looked at Legolas with concern to your state of mind. "Yes my Queen." Legolas complied and he and a hesitant Tauriel left. They soon galloped off on their horses out of the Kingdom with 2 other elves in tow. You walked out of the hall and through the caverns up to Thranduil's throne, where you had first laid eyes upon him. You were after something specific you remembered seeing there on a table, a small hourglass with red sand inside of it. You weren't even sure why you wanted it. It was just a strange feeling that came over you. You took it and made your way out the front doors. You wanted...you needed to walk around in the sunlight as you were feeling so lost and empty, somewhat dark even. You sat down on the ground and just looked at the hourglass in silence.

You began to think about Haldir. The thoughts of him were loud and out of your control. Most likely ptsd from what you had witnessed. You were struggling so bad with his death, the guilt was unbearable. You dreamt of it happening and you told him, but he still wanted to go, all for Thranduil, even after he threatened Haldir's life.... and you still let him go to save your King. You could still hear Haldir's cheesy laugh. He was the kindest, sweetest soul and so human like in his ways, probably what drew you to him. When you first met him, he was so quiet, like most elves are. He didn't speak much, but once you got to know him, the two of you talked all the time, he always had something to tell you, which you supposed living 6000 years, the stories would be endless. You began to cry. All those years and just like that, he was gone. His death flashed before your eyes again, seeing him fall to his knees......

You gasped and dropped the hourglass beside you as you threw your hands over your eyes. "Stop!!" you screamed. "Haldir..." you cried into your hands. "Please come back.." you whispered as you picked up the hourglass, watching it run our after you had flipped it. "You can't be dead....." All it made you think of was watching the time left of his life fade out right in front of you, and you also hated that it had red sand in it, reminding you of the red cloak he wore that night.....and also of his blood. What in the hell made you want to go get this damn thing. You put it in your pocket and headed out to the gardens to try and clear your mind of these negative thoughts.

Tauriel and Legolas and the 2 other elves came upon the cave about high noon. Most dark elves would be hidden beneath the earth making it easier for them to snoop around above. Legolas stopped at the entrance and stared inside remembering the other night's tragic events. "Legolas, we do not have to do this. It was 2 nights ago. They have probably taken his body away." Tauriel reasoned.

"Or left him there to rot." Legolas said with a scowl on his face. "I have to look. I have to know. If he is there, then I shall take him home."

"And if he is not?" Tauriel asked.

"Then we shall find out where he is, dead or alive." he said with a look of determination. "Let's go." he ordered. He feared of what he was going to find....or not find as they turned a corner to the spot Haldir had laid. Legolas's eyes were of shock but also relief at the possibility he was alive. Haldir was not there. All of his blood stains were though, causing the horrific image of his lifelong Guardian and friend laying there lifeless, flash before hie eyes.

Voices approached. Legolas and the others stood against the wall in the dark. 2 dark elves came walking through. He looked at his 2 guards and nodded fiercely. They jumped out and reprimanded the dark ones, securing them on their knees and pushing knife blades to their throats. Legolas immediately recognized one of them. He was one who was also banished by the King for practicing the dark magic. He in turn recognized Legolas and Tauriel also.

"Gausyr, keeper of the darkness. How fitting your name always was." Legolas glared down at him. In a way he was glad he came across him. Gausyr was always weak and would be easy to manipulate. He was one of the many powerless light elves that sought out "free magic", who when caught by Thranduil, begged and pleaded with the King to spare him. His reasoning was that he only wanted the power but did not want to be one of the dark. The King did not care, he considered him weak, a liability and a disgrace to Mirkwood. Legolas now had a plan.

The small black haired elf looked up at Legolas in fear. He knew why he and the others were there and Legolas could see it in his eyes. "You have come back here at great risk Prince Legolas. You and many others, including your father are held accountable by most here for killing not just one, but 2 of their Kings." Gausyr said as he shook.

Legolas squatted down, becoming eye level with the shaking filth. "Tell me Gausyr. Why is it you referred to the Kings as "theirs " and not "ours?. You also said "most" here hold us responsible, meaning some do not? Would that included you and your friend here?" Legolas leered at him, then the other elf with a cocked head.

The elf stuttered "Y...y..ye." as the other captive one looked to the ground the entire time in hopes to not be confronted. Gausyr lightly nodded his head and looked down. "I'm sorry, what was that? I am having trouble hearing your cowardly answer."

"Speak elf!" Tauriel snapped.

Gausyr jumped "Yes!" he loudly whispered. "I..I never wanted to be here. I am glad your realm took care of them, but another King will rise, and you will all be in grave danger."

"As will you now. They will figure out you are a traitor." Legolas said. "Unless..." he said staring into his black eyes.

"Unless what?" Gausyr whispered in fright.

"I know that you know why we are here. Tell me what I want to know and I can put a good word in for you with my father. If you help us, we will help you." Legolas blatantly said.

Gausyr's eyes grew big with hope. It was working and Legolas was pleased. "The....the lothlorien one. H...Haldir... That is who you came back for?"

"Yes." Legolas snapped. "Where is he?"

"I am not sure." Gausyr said and then Legolas's hands grabbed his collar and yanked him to his face.

"Where is he!!!!" Legolas reeled through his teeth.

The elf gasped and pissed himself. "They...they took his body to...to...the back of the forest....just over the hill...out...outside of the c...c...cave."

"His.....body?" Legolas yelled in panic.

"Y...y...yes. He was....dead. They did not want his good stink in the tunnels, so...so they took him out right....right after you all left." Legolas's eyes fell and as his hands also fell from the putrid elf's shirt. He knew Gausyr wasn't that bright but certainly was not stupid enough to lie to him. Legolas stood up in sadness.

Tauriel took his hand. "I am so sorry Legolas. I know you desperately hoped for it to be true."

He lightly smiled at her. "I will not be satisfied until I see his body. I am going to go search for him. I cannot stand the thought of him just lying out there. Josie must never know of this if it is true."

They all turned to leave and Gausyr yelled "Wait! You said if I helped you, you would help me too! You are no liar Legolas GreenLeaf."

"If he is there, then yes, I will keep my word. If he is not, then you had better hide." Legolas deathly stared at him.

Gausyr gulped and nodded. "I...I understand but....wild animals..and such...could have...."

Legolas spun around so fast in anger. Gausyr and the unknown other elf scurried back down the cave's tunnel so fast, dust flew up from their feet.

Off they all went on their horses to the back of the forest, which is what the dark elves called it. What it actually was is a very long and dark pit of dead trees and silence, not far from the borders to Rivendell, an elf city of light that the evil ones also did not dare travel nowhere near. They got to the top of the hill that hovered over the pit and Legolas immediately saw something red below. "Yah!" he yelled to the horse and down he galloped as Tauriel and the others followed. He jumped off the horse and fell to his knees picking up what was Haldir's red cloak. It was blood soaked and shredded. There was a drag mark through the dead grass. Tauriel followed it and found one of Haldir's boots also covered in blood. Legolas walked up behind her and just stared down at it. His eyes were filling with tears. "Haldir!!!" he shouted as he turned back and forth scoping the area, his name echoed through the distance.

"Legolas!!" Tauriel said in fear. "They will hear us!"

Legolas dropped the cloak and just stood there. It was true. Haldir was dead and it appeared animals, probably wolves, found his body. He turned to Tauriel. "How. How am I going to tell Josie?" he shook his head and walked back to his horse. "She must never know this. The details. It would send her over the top." he said and Tauriel nodded.

"When we get back, I will be the one to tell her of Haldir's confirmed death, as she will see the truth written all over your face." Tauriel said touching his cheek and kissed his lips lightly. "Hopefully the King will come back soon, she should not be alone in a time like this."

Legolas was quiet for a minute. "My father is not coming back." he quietly said and slowly brought his eyes to her shocked ones.

"How do you know this Legolas? You said you could not hear....." She gasped. "You lied to her?! Why would you do that?" she demanded to know.

"Because my loyalty is to my father! He does not want her to know where he is. If I had told her, she would have ran off straight to him. He does not want that and was very clear about it."

"Well if you were going to lie, you could have at least told her he was alright but did not tell you his whereabouts! My god, if he is not coming back...what about the Kingdom? What about his marriage, his WIFE!" Tauriel fumed.

"I know how much you love Josie. I do too! I am sorry that it has to be this way. I will not defy him. He is hurting too, extremely. That is why he left. ....For the time being, I am now the King of Mirkwood. He does not care about the Kingdom, at least not anymore. Josie is more than welcome to remain at the Kingdom, but she will no longer be Queen with my father gone."

Tauriel was disgusted. "I am sure she does not give a damn about being a Queen!" and she jumped on her horse and rode off. Legolas sighed and climbed onto his horse, motioning to the other elves to follow and off they went to Mirkwood....again with out Haldir.

It was nearing nightfall and you were still out in the gardens. You hated being in the bedroom alone without Thranduil. You heard footsteps and sprung up staring in hopes it was him. It was Tauriel, alone. Your hopeful face dropped flat from seeing the look on hers. "No...." you squeaked. She ran right to you, throwing her arms around you as you bawled and began to fall.

She helped you lower to the ground and cried with you. "I am so sorry Josie! Haldir...he is gone. We were able to confirm it."

"How...how do you know, did you see him!" your cries howled into her hair.

Tauriel remembered Legolas's words and knew she had to do the unthinkable and defy him by telling you the partial truth, but without the gory details to spare you of any more additional trauma. "We confronted a known dark elf, whom is very afraid of Legolas and the King and would not lie. He told us his body was removed just after we had all left, but he did not know where. Legolas could not bare to tell you, so I came to you alone."

You knew if Legolas believed it, then it must be true. You felt sick. "I want to be alone. Please just leave me alone." and you ran off crying back into the hall.

Tauriel immediately ran to find Legolas to warn him that she told her most of the truth before Josie could confront him. She found him standing at Thranduil's throne, just staring up at it. "I always knew one day I would have to take his place, but never imagined it to be so soon, and in such a way from him stepping down. I just cannot wrap my head around it." He then turned to Tauriel. "I assume you told Josie about Haldir? Is she alright? Where is she?"

"Yes." she said and looked away. "Legolas.....I. I had to tell her the truth, most of it anyways. I cannot lie to her."

"Why would you do that!" he raged with a glare and turned away from her.

"What was I supposed to tell her Legolas!" she snapped. "There was no getting around how we found out! I just did not tell her of what we found, only that it was confirmed by a credible source that his body was removed after we had left. She deserved to know and she deserves to know about Thranduil!"

Legolas spun back to face her "She cannot know about him!" and he stopped dead in his tracks. You were standing right behind the two of them and had heard everything.

You glared in shock at them both. "One of you better explain to me what I just heard from the both of your lying mouths!!" you yelled.

Tauriel began to speak and Legolas intervened. "No, Tauriel. I will tell her." She nodded at him and he then turned to you. "Josie. Do not be angry with Tauriel. She did not want to keep anything from you, I had forced her to. It is I you should be angry with." he explained in defense of his love for Tauriel. He didn't know where to begin.

"I'm waiting!" you snarked. "Where is Haldir...and where is my husband!"

He started with Haldir. "It is sadly true. Haldir is dead. We searched the location we were told his body was put in......We found..." and he paused not knowing how to say it. "We found his cloak, it was in shreds, and one of his boots. Both covered in blood....But not his body. We believe.....oh god." he said, putting his hand over his mouth and looked down. This was hard for him to talk about let alone tell it to you. He then just spit it out. "We think animals...wolves most likely took his body away."

You stood there frozen in shock, shaking with tears streaming down your face. Your voice trembled. "And....Thranduil...."

Legolas hesitated briefly. "This morning, when I called to him, he responded. He is not coming back and has stepped down as King, leaving me with the responsibility. He demanded my silence to you. My loyalty to him is above all others and I was only honoring his wishes. Do not ask me of his whereabouts, that I will not tell you. I am terribly sorry. I did not want to lie to you, please try to understand." Legolas pleaded.

"Oh I understand alright. I understand that the two people I have left in this world that I trusted, lied to my face. You both make me sick." you cried and ran off. Tauriel started to go after you.

"Tauriel! Baw! (No!) Legolas shouted. "Leave her to calm down, she cannot be reasoned with in this state."

Tauriel obeyed as she knew he was right. About an hour had passed and an elf guard came to Legolas. "Prince Legolas, there is a man here to see you, claims he knows you." Legolas was taken aback and thanked him, following him to the front entrance. As he walked out the doors, he could not believe his eyes. There was his old and dear friend Aragorn tying up his horse. He smiled at Legolas and came over to him.

"Aragorn! My friend, what brings you this neck of the woods?" Legolas asked with great love for him. Aragorn was human, a man, and also a King through his bloodline. He resided in Rivendell and was in love with Arwen, a Rivendell elf. It was one of the few human and elf relationships Thranduil had spoke of before. Aragorn had fought beside Legolas once upon a time and the two had developed a great bond over it.

"Legolas! it's been a long time. Too long my friend. I have come to you with a message from someone near and dear to your heart."

Legolas looked at him with confusion. "My father? But I know where he is and would just tell me himself? Why would he send you all this way?"

"No, not Thranduil. Haldir of Lothlorien. We have him in Rivendell."

Legolas's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "That....that cannot be." he whispered. "We saw him die, his body was taken off by animals in the back forest?"

"I assure you he is alive and well. Well almost well. We have been tending to him, he is still quite weak from the morgul blade wound we discovered. Arwen and I have been working to heal him. She is with him now." he smiled with reassurance. Arwen was an elf of great healing powers. Even Aragorn had such capabilities.

Legolas gasped and smiled so big. "But how!??" he asked desperatley.

"Arwen and I were out for a ride on the horses and found him unconscious inside the Rivendell borders. We got him up onto my horse and took him back with us. We knew nothing of how he got there as he remained unconscious for quite some time while we worked to heal him. We found him just yesterday at dawn. When we finally got him to come around, he asked for someone. Someone named Josie? But then he had passed out again. Hours later he came to and was more coherent asking me to find you to let you know he was alive. But he couldn't bring himself to speak much more. We knew who he was when we found him and when he asked of me to find you, I assured him that I would."

Legolas was ecstatic. "I cannot believe it!" he turned and shouted "Tauriel!" She came running as she was just down the hall. He told her everything and she was so relieved and excited that she ran off to tell you. She ran down the stairs into Thranduil's corridors but you were gone. She then ran up the other stairs into the gardens calling out for you. You were nowhere to be seen....or heard. She ran back down into the bedroom and immediately halted when she saw it. Thranduil's moonstone ring, along with your matching necklace laid together upon the bed. She knew you would never take that necklace off and panicked, running back to Legolas.

"Legolas!" she cried out of breath. "She is gone. Josie is gone!"

"Aragorn. Josie is whom Haldir spoke of, she is my father's wife. She means a great deal to Haldir as he does her. Will you help us locate her? She is in a terrible state of mind right now with grief." Legolas told him.

"Of course I will, but where is Thranduil?" he asked in confusion.

"I will explain it on the way, it is a long and complicated story." Legolas said and all 3 of them headed out to find you.

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Two Truths || Sam, Crowley, and Kassie

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Sam finally learns the truth about her deal...

He hadn't heard from Kassie for longer than usual. Of course, he couldn't blame her. They had both said a lot, and things he had never meant to come to light had done so. Knowing that Gadreel had messed with his-- with Kassie and him bothered him deeply. It seemed to affect her as well, though differently. He hadn't been sure where they stood when they parted ways, and that was probably the part that bothered him the most.

Ry and Dean had been distant lately; he expected they had their own things to work through after everything that had happened. Still, he could have used the company. That was likely the biggest reason he'd gone to help Jody out for a few days. He'd left a note for his brother, packed up, and left. She of course played her mother card on him, and he eventually opened up to her. Her advice had him feeling better about things, if not great.

On the way back home, he'd stopped at a motel after driving for as long as he could. He was debating on whether or not to remain there for a couple days when there was a knock at his room door. Stupidly he didn't bother peering through the peephole, and found himself face-to-face with the King of Hell, looking smug as ever.

"What do you want?"

Ah, chaos. He lived it, he breathed it. It was his favorite passtime. Truly it was a glorious thing. With everything he had to deal with, it was nice to be able to drop some extra chaos on those he despised most.

"Hello to you, too, Moose." He eyed the hunter with amusement. "Honestly, reaching for your gun? You should know better." He was admitted entrance, without fight. Odd, but pleasing. The younger Winchester had his guard down, which suited him just fine.

"You wanna tell me why you're here?"

"Sam, after all we've been through together and you stillhave such hatred for me?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "The feeling is mutual, by the way."

"Great. So why are you here?"

"Mmm, impatient are we? Fine, no niceties, then. I think it time you know the truth."

Kassie had been out on her own, exploring through an abandoned village somewhere in South America with no agenda other than adventure. It was a pastime of hers, that usually resulted in trouble, but that never deterred her from wandering off again. In fact, it more than likely only stimulated the urge. But just as she had found an opening into a decrepit structure she felt, what was now familiar, wisp-like hiss in her ear. It was Crowley calling for her. She pursed her lips but put a pause to her curiosity, apparating to his throne room. However, when she landed, the place was empty-- all aside for a note he had left. Her curiosity returned, only now accompanied by slight confusion, as she approached the throne to lift the piece of paper from its seat. The message was for her to meet him at a hotel in Nebraska, but all it said was, "Meet me here," and a flash of the location came across her mind's eye, providing her with the visual aid to do just so. She only wondered for a moment what could be going on before she disappeared on the spot and landed in the picture conjured for her. At first glance of the area, she was unable to locate him here either, but then through her other senses, she felt him reach out to her again, giving her direction. She was brought to a door, marked with the number '9'. Though it now read as '6', as one of the screws had fallen out, hinting at just how well maintained this place really was. She lifted her hand to knock when she heard voices coming from inside. Crowley, she recognized, but the second was muffled just enough that she couldn't make it out. Instead of interrupting the conversation, Kassie lowered her hand and listened.

Confusion. There were things in play Crowley had no knowledge of, and some he was involved in. What truth did he mean? Sam scowled at the demon, shifting his stance a little to be ready for anything that might be thrown at him. "Truth about what?" He asked finally, not keeping the anger or confusion from his tone.

Oh, this would so lovely. "Well," he said after a pause. "It seems you and I share something dear. I was so shocked when I discovered that my new toy was the love interest of my favorite Moose." He enjoyed the look at confusion and panic that filled Sam's expression. "You seem lost. Here," he turned toward the door with a grin. "Why don't you join us, pet?"

Kassie thought the second voice sounded familiar, but just before it could click on the who exactly, Crowley answered a question the other had asked. Moose? They were talking about large, antlered mammals? No, that didn't make any sense. But what--? She felt Crowley pull at her once more, that prickle in her ear now more intense with only a door standing between them; it made her wince slightly. He then addressed her verbally, somehow knowing she could hear them, as he invited her to join. There was only a second of hesitation before she turned the knob and opened the door.

Immediately, her gaze fell upon Crowley as she stepped in, but then it drifted to where Sam stood. That explained the sense of familiarity, at least. Her expression had betrayed nothing, remaining blank as she looked from one man to the other. "You summoned?"

"Yes," he smiled at Kassie, then Sam, before focusing on the little witch again. "Yes, my Darling, I did. Sam here and I were just discussing things, and I was hoping you'd like to join the conversation." He smirked, though while he looked at Kassie, the smirk was for Sam.

Sam's confusion quickly changed to disbelief and-- fear as the door opened and Kassie walked in. He felt his chest tighten, his vision focus to a pinpoint. She met his gaze and suddenly it all made sense. Her sudden change in personality, her suddenly disappearing for days at a time and not answering his calls. Son of a bitch. "You bastard," he growled. "What did you do to her?"

Kassie had noted the shock on Sam's face when she first entered, reflecting some of her own feelings at seeing him here alone with Crowley. Although hers was not nearly as intense. He seemed somewhat in a panic, but by what, Kassie couldn't say. Crowley obviously wasn't here to hurt him, otherwise he would have done so already, so there wasn't much threat there. His gaze was directed at her, but he knew she would never hurt him.--Right? She pushed away the speculation and instead focused on Crowley, offering a tiny smile in return and then nodding slowly in understanding. "Concerning what?" she inquired, but before Crowley could answer Sam burst out a snarl in his direction, demanding to know what he had done to her. Her eyebrows pinched, confused by what he meant by that, but instead of questioning it, she let Crowley respond.

Crowley began to answer Kassie, but Sam lashed out with that Winchester anger before he had the chance. He smirked, tilting his head to one side as he weighed his response. "I did nothing more than what she asked of me," he said at last. "You know I never go outside of a deal, Sam. It's bad business."

Sam's hands clenched into fists. His nails left half-moon creases in his palms as he fought against the anger rising through him. Some was irrational, he was aware of that. But this was Kassie and she was answering to Crowley. He decided to shift his attention from the object of his hatred, to the woman he loved. "Kass you-- you made a deal with him?"

Kassie watched as Sam went through anger, his muscles rigid under its strain, fire burning in his eyes, but the moment his attention turned back to her, after hearing Crowley's response to what he had done, his anger morphed into something to a kin of betrayal, like she had hurt him somehow. She didn't understand that look, either. Her deal had nothing to do with him; affected him none. So why did she feel suddenly unsure? "Yes," she admitted, though not as strong as she would have liked. "Not that its any of your concern..." She looked at Crowley, searching him for answers. "You brought this to his attention. Why?"

Sam stood baffled by her response, unsure how to take it. His lips pressed together in a mixture of anger and, truthfully, betrayal.

"Why?" Crowley addressed the question aimed at him with mild amusement. "Oh, my darling. Ever the clueless one, hm? Though, I suppose with the deal-- never mind." He chuckled. "You ask why. Honestly, I had no clue who you were when we met. It was only a happy coincidence. But knowing the truth-- that I had ensnared the object of Sam Winchester's heart? Well, how could I pass up the opportunity to share such news?"

He wasn't stupid, or deaf. Despite his focus on Kassie, Sam heard Crowley's every word. He'd deal with that later. For now, he just needed answers from her. "Kassie," he said softly, doing his best to contain the slurry of emotions. "What did you make a deal for? What did he give you?"

Kassie furrowed her brows, vexed that Crowley not only involved Sam in this but also the underlying condescending attitude he gave her when she asked him why. Apparently he thought the answer was obvious. After hearing his explanation, in his words, however, she could see why he thought that. The whole superhero/villain cliché where the bad guy steals the good guy's girl to gain leverage. But she didn't see it that way. Because again, she didn't feel as if her deal affected him in any way. "Hate to burst your ecstatic bubble," she told Crowley, with only a hint of bite. "But you've been misinformed on the nature of our relationship. There is no great love lost between us. So-- I'd put a hold on breaking out any champagne." She crossed her arms, looking unimpressed that she had become a gloating prize-- and a premature one, at that. "Is this the only reason you summoned or may I go?" But before Crowley could respond, Sam was recapturing her attention with a few questions of his own. Her expression softened immediately but still remained blank as her gaze went over to him. "Relief," she confessed truthfully. "Separation from the constant grief; past, present, and future. Best decision I've ever made."

"I see," Crowley replied quietly, debating on reacting to her attitude toward him or not. He decided to let it slide, for now. Sam was the focus now, and that was what he needed to remember. "Sam?" He turned to the larger man. "Is she correct? No love lost between you two?"

"No," Sam said solidly, keeping his eyes on Kassie. "She's not."

"I thought not." The King purred, a smirk forming. "But I expect you were too stupid to verbalize such." The look on Sam's face and the silence confirmed it.

Sam shook from the pent up emotion raging through him. As Kassie replied to him, he snapped, losing hold on the dam he used to hold it back. "Right. I'd be proud of losing my soul, too. Ten years from now, you're going to really regret this, Kass. As the hellhounds tear you apart, you'll realize everything you're going to miss. All for a stupid deal."

Apparently needing a second needle to burst that persistent bubble of his, Crowley turned to Sam, asking him if what she said was factual. Sam corroborated by saying 'No,' there wasn't anything romantic between them, but then he went and flipped it, claiming that she was incorrect in her statement. Kassie's brows furrowed once it clicked on what exactly he was saying, turning her head to lock gazes with him for a moment. Why had he said that? Why was he telling Crowley what he clearly wanted to hear? Even if it was true, what kind of progression would come of it? She frowned. She didn't like this situation; it made her anxious. Crowley, on the other hand, was pleased, of course, to which you could hear emanating through his voice as he affronted Sam. It was curious, seeing his words affect him, like there was real truth behind them, but Kassie didn't want to think on that and asked to leave. Only she never got far, as Sam was now focused on the deal and what it entailed. He was physically shaking by the time she admitted what her grant had been, and then practically sneered his reply at her. "I am aware of the costs," Kassie shot back, a bit of her own form of anger leaking in. "I am not some naïve child." Though, she didn't seem to recall any say about hellhounds... "It was my choice. Mine. Just because you don't understand doesn't give you the right to judge me for it."

While he was enjoying this, it was not as entertaining as he had hoped. Sam was resisting his Winchester instinct, and it was more sad than anything. Poor lost puppy kind of sad. "Sorry to interrupt this moment," he claimed, though was clearly lying. "But I--"

Sam's anger should have been at Kassie; she was clearly delusional and the words she said had his skin crawling. He probably knew better than anyone why she'd do such a thing, as well as why it was such a horrible idea. But instead his anger was directed at the source; Crowley. He had manipulated her, convinced her to make the deal as he did with everyone. And then he had played her like a puppet. Finally letting go of the hold he had on that anger, Sam turned as Crowley spoke. He stared for a second before he acted, landing a punch in the direct center of the demon's face.

It was a quick secession of moments. Succeeding her reply was silence as Sam looked as if he was trying to hold back from yelling, clearly angered. Why was he so angry about this? What did he care what she had done? She didn't understand. Next came the voice of their third party to this conversation, with a sort of amusement ringing in his tone as he interrupted. It was what happened after that that had a surprised gasp escaping the small brunette, with panic immediately following. Sam had punched Crowley straight in his face, just like he had done to that drunk bastard who had treated her poorly. Only this bastard could do some serious damage back. "Sam, don't!" Kassie shouted, moving herself in front of Crowley, with her back to him as she faced Sam with a pleading look. "Please. This won't end well."

Crowley let out a muffled chuckle as he covered his mouth and nose with a hand. He popped his broken nose back into place, then wiped the blood away. "C'mon, Moose. There's no need for violence," he claimed, as the witch placed herself between them The concern wasn't for him, however, but for the hunter. Lovely.

Sam's fists clenched and un-clenched as Kassie put herself between them. "Kassie, move. This piece of shit has had this coming for years." The tension in his jaw was actually painful, but he could ignore it. His pain didn't matter after knowing what Crowley had done. All that mattered was destroying the son of a bitch (literally) once and for all.

Kassie heard a dark chuckle come from behind her and then Crowley mention a moose again... It dawned on her a moment later that he was referring to Sam— for some reason, like a pet name. Her confusion, however, was cut short as Sam was now barking at her to move out of his way; that the demon deserved what he was willing to dole out. But that wasn’t why Kassie stood in his way, not really. “That may be,” she allowed but didn’t back down. “But beating him to a pulp is redundant— and stupid.” She reached for her wand, standing up straighter. “And I won’t let you.”

He was ready to move her himself when he saw her hand move for her wand. Anger shifted to surprise momentarily, but quickly switched back to anger. "You're going to use magic on me for him? Wow. He really fucked you up, didn't he?" Sam shook his head. His attention moved back to Crowley with a deep scowl. "Why? Why her?"

He was amused at the little witch, but more pleased than anything. She had been learning. Clearly Sam was less impressed, however, throwing his words at her as his own form of weapon. He raised a brow at the hunter's question. "Well, it's not as though I knew who she was to you, Samuel. I'd have asked for much more if I had. She was just another deal. When I discovered her connection to you, though--" he licked his lips, the taste of blood strong. "That changed things. It's about time I have an upper hand with you, don't you think?"

"You already have Ry. Let Kassie be."

"Do I? I think we both know that particular situation has changed." He admitted with a frown. "Even still, a deal is a deal, Sammy. And I don't think the lady wants out, anyway. Do you, darling?"

Anger and violence was really the wrong way to handle this, on multiple levels, but with a bunch of hot heads, at least in this instance, it was kinda unavoidable. "You aren't giving me much of a choice, Sam!" Kassie retorted, her English accent thick with heightened emotion. She couldn't let him, not when she knew what Crowley would be able to do to him, could still do if he really wanted to. She just hoped that her stepping in would prevent him from hurting Sam.

Sam shifted his attention to the demon behind her, his anger only skyrocketing as he demanded an explanation on to why this was even happening. Crowley reiterated himself, claiming that he hadn't know who she was when they met-- which was true. Their meeting was purely happenstance. It was only later that Crowley had let slip mention of the Winchester Brothers and recognition sparked in his newest conquest, causing him to realise just how fortunate the struck deal was. A fact he apparently felt the need to rub Sam's nose in.

Ry was brought up, the Huntress that housed some of Crowley's power, with Sam making a poor argument that since she was his she should be spared. Missing the definition of 'upper hand' aside, the demon argued back that she wasn't his anymore; Kassie shifted her gaze to her left peripheral but stayed silent on the matter. It was only until the subject returned to her did her jaw unhinge. "I do not wish to return to the way I was, no," she replied, and her blank stare fell back on Sam. "I chose this, Sam. Me. For whatever reason you're upset, you're directing it at the wrong person. It was my decision."

"No," Sam replied forcefully, shaking his head before a hand jutted through his hair and clenched into a fist. This wasn't happening. Couldn't happen. Not again. Not with her. Finally, after several moments of trying to reign in his emotions, Sam met Kassie's gaze. He allowed his worry, sorrow, and concern to fill his features. "Why?" He asked again, but this time it was a question for her. He wanted to shout at her, to take her in his hands and shake her until she admitted she had been coerced. Truthfully, he knew no deal was ever truly the choice of the victim, but completely on the demon offering. They played to weakness, offering everything someone could want. And all it would cost was their soul-- ten years of whatever they wanted in exchanged for an eternity of torture. And now Kassie was-- he couldn't think about that. Not now. He needed answers. Needed to get her to back down, let him do what he wanted to Crowley. Not just for her deal, but so much more. Especially the look that was pinned on him at that very moment.

Sam chose to reply with outright denial as he apparently had a hard time accepting the truth, even now that it came from her lips. She still didn't understand his reaction, the anger and the intensity with which he displayed. He had shown this side of him before, but those times had been because of a threat, and he had protected her-- even from his own brother. But she wasn't in danger here, nor did she believe he cared as much for her now as he did then. Things had transpired and changed between them, leaving everything murkier than ever. But then, after a long moment of struggling with his rage, Sam's gaze locked with hers and new expressions emerged. Ones that had the small witch hesitating-- especially with his accompanied question. She blinked, her brows pulling slightly together. "'Why'? Why what? Why did I take the deal?" The reason was personal, but she told him anyway. "Because I couldn't keep living the way I was. It was like I was suffocating; drowning even though I walked on dry land. Depressed to the point where I considered just ending it all. Came close too...but every time I botched it. Couldn't even do that right. Pathetic. I was pathetic-- and practically worthless. A disappointment and a screwup..." She cocked her head to the side. "Does that answer your question?"

Crowley remained silent, enjoying the show. Poor, pathetic Moose crumbling under the realization that his love had given up everything. And the little witch-- she was deliciously oblivious to the hunter's feelings. Such a wonderful situation, better than he had hoped for.

Sam gaped at Kassie. How had she felt this way and never shown him even a hint of it? Sure, they hadn't been as close of late but this... "Why didn't you talk to me? I would've-- I could've helped. Anything would be better than this." He knew there was desperation in his tone, but he didn't care. Not right then. All he could picture was the day the hounds came for her. He couldn't let that happen, wouldn't.

Kassie gauged his reaction to her admittance, watching as shock flowed out and started to mix with the clear agitation he already wore. She supposed it would come as a surprise as she never really confessed to anyone about how utterly and irrevocably broken she felt, let alone him. But it wasn't as though lately he had been too keen on the idea of letting her anywhere close... Which is why his reply came as a bit of a joke; something Kassie called him out on. "You're joking, right?" she asked, sounding dubious. "Sam, I had an easier time opening up to a complete stranger. What does that tell you?" Especially considering that stranger happened to be Crowley, a bloody demon. She shook her head. "I don't understand why you're so upset by this... He helped me. Made me better. No longer do I lie awake at night, hating myself and just wishing that I would just blink out of existence. I can breathe again. Don't you see that?"

He had to remind himself his anger was at Crowley, not Kassie. But her responses were honestly infuriating. At the same time, he felt something break inside of him at her words. How had he missed all of this? He pressed his lips together, wincing. "He doesn't help people, Kass. He manipulates them into selling him their souls. He always has a hidden plan." His attention shifted back to the demon who was smiling smugly at him. "Let her out of it." He demanded.

"What? You heard the lady; she's happy she made the deal, Moose. Now, why would I put all that pain and misery back on her when she's clearly so satisfied with the deal we made. Hmm?"

Amongst the anger, she saw a flicker of pain cross Sam's features as she tried to make him see things from her perspective, which again gave her pause. She knew that it wasn't Crowley, his dark power making no insidious movements towards the hunter, so the pain had to have come from her somehow. From her response, but she didn't know in what way, and his retort back only really vaguely shined a light on things but nothing specific. She had only told him that it had been her choice to make, so if it was an act of injustice that had him so riled up then he needn't worry, but before she could reiterate that she understood the consequences, he shifted his attention to the demon behind her and barked out an order to let her out of her deal. That actually caused a negative reaction in the witch as a spark of fear of reverting back lit within her. She didn't want to reverse it, for all the reasons she had listed. But before that fear could spread, Crowley spoke up, using a tone that said he would do no such thing. She could hear the taunting easily enough, which caused her to keep a close eye on Sam, only now there was a frown upon her lips. She turned around to face Crowley before asking, "May I speak with him alone a few minutes?"

This wasn't how he had intended for things to go in this situation. But, the little witch was just full of surprises. He raised a brow as she turned to face him, hitting him with her request. While he very much did not wish to leave the room, he needed her to trust him. So, despite his reservations, the King gave a slight nod of consent before exiting through the door of the room. Of course, he'd be able to hear everything said, but that was his secret.

Sam watched as Crowley consented to Kassie's request, which really surprised him. Granted, he knew the demon likely wanted to make it seem as though he actually respected his newly acquired soul, so he'd do anything to make that seem reality. His attention shifted back to Kassie as the door closed behind Crowley, and he allowed a deep frown to encompass his features as he did so.

Kassie waited with bated breath for the King to answer her, unsure how he was going to respond. She hadn't really asked him for anything since their contract was signed and her soul bound to him, but simply went along with whatever he had asked her, but now that Sam was involved... Something inside her wouldn't let her just stand idly by and watch it all unfold according to Crowley's wishes. She had seen first hand what he was capable of, and she couldn't let Sam befall a similar fate. She wouldn't. Finally, Crowley gave a slight nod of his admittance to her request and exited the room. Only he went through the door instead of blinking out, which meant he intended to stay close and perhaps listen in. But Kassie just needed him out of the room and away from Sam, so he could focus solely on her and direct his reactions to the news on the one who was responsible and not on the one who could so easily end his life should he say or do the wrong thing...

Once they were alone and the door resounded shut, Kassie's gaze fell upon Sam about the same time his did with her. He was frowning, and briefly, Kassie thought back to the time he had become a dog as his eyes resembled that form before shaking that thought away. "Sam, you need to understand that this was my decision," she said, calm but firm. "I know what he is, what demons do...but it wasn't like that. I wasn't manipulated. I knew exactly what I was doing and the cost of it all. To me, even if you disagree, the cost is worth it. For all I know I would've ended up in Hell, anyway, for being what I am and what I've done. At least this way I can have a chance to breathe again and actually feel somewhat alive..."

The deepest sadness filled him to the brim, threatening to spill out in the form of tears. He wouldn't let her see that, though. Her confidence that she had made a good decision was so clear to him, that it hurt. It was a hurt that went deeper than most he'd felt, and he wasn't sure what to do with that. On top of that, he knew how contracts with Crowley went, how they were signed, and it turned his stomach as he pictured it. He had to look away from her, so he looked to the door that Crowley had just exited through. He couldn't do this, couldn't just-- just sit by and let her become a slave to the bastard. And then the ten years... why-- how could she consider this a good decision.

Composing himself, he forced himself to look at her again, doing his best to mask every emotion as he was so well versed in doing. "So you are really going to stand there and tell me that ten years being that-- being his puppet is better than a life free? That you'd rather be tied to Crowley? Really? How can you even think that is a viable option? Do you really think he's just going to let you live the next ten years the way you want to?"

Sam, apparently being so sickened by her decision, couldn't even stand to look at her and turned his back so that he faced the door. Something that would have honestly torn the woman up--had she not made the deal. Instead, she just stared at his back with the same confusion she's worn ever since she walked into the room. No, she hadn't expected him to express happiness for her, but she also hadn't expected him to look as though she had just stabbed him both in the back and the chest, either. Opening and closing her mouth a couple of times, trying to decide if she wanted to ask, but before she could get the question out, Sam turned back to her, face struggling to maintain a hardened look that could arguably be similarly compared to Dean's. Which made sense since-- The witch didn't get a chance to finish that thought as a string of enquiries were now being pelted at her, one right after another. Right. "I'm not a--" she started to argue before realising that the definition of a puppet wasn't what was important, so she took a deep breath and started over, choosing instead to insert a bit more calm into the conversation. "What is it you want me to say, Sam?--That I regret it?" She shrugged a shoulder, shaking her head a little. "I don't. I felt horrible, every single day, and now, that's just...gone. Crowley gave me a new life, that yes, has a shorter expiry date, but... I can't go back to the alternative. I won't live-- exist like that again. I'd rather be dead... At least, this way, I can still live, if only for a little while." She looked at Sam, trying to catch a glimpse of recognition instead of looks of betrayal. So much for not caring what he thinks. "Now do you understand?"

He stared back at her slack-jawed, not believing the words she was saying to him. "No," he said softly, shaking his head. "I don't understand. I don't understand how you could think that anything offered to you that would cost you-- no. You know what? I can't do this. Stand back and just be okay that I have to lose you to him. That you honestly thought that even I wasn't enough for you to live for."

Clearly, the level the comprehension was at an all-time low as she too was struggling to understand the situation from his perspective just as he was with her. She wasn't sure how else to explain it to him, but she could tell he wasn't getting it, even before he verbally confirmed as such. And then, as he went on, they swapped positions, and confusion crossed her face. "What? What are you even on about?" she asked incredulously. "'Live for?' 'Lose me?' Sam, the last time we were together you told me that this..was a mistake. That I was. And you know what? You were right. You were right to push me away." At this point, she knew that those words had come from an angel and not actually Sam, but she hadn't known that in the moment and they correlated with his insistence to keep her at a safe distance, so, it hadn't really mattered who had actually said it, it had come out of his mouth anyway. "I was never going to be good enough for you. I know that. So, if this is...guilt, or whatever, don't. Just don't. Let me be and I'll...do the same with you."

His lips pursed. Okay, yeah, he'd said that. It was a stupid attempt to keep her safe. No, who was he kidding? It was his attempt to keep himself safe from any more heartbreak. Everyone he ever loved, he lost. Usually by some violent, traumatic means. Of course, the current conversation just handed him exactly what he'd been trying to avoid, so that worked out well, huh? "I pushed you away because-- well, because obviously I'm an idiot. I was trying to prevent this type of scenario. Trying to keep you alive. I didn't think that would mean you'd literally sign your death contract." His tone was a bit angry, but he felt he had every right to be. Question was, was he angry at her, himself, or both? "I-- I care about you, Kass. Forget what I said before, I do and always have wanted you in my life. It's just--" Nope, too much to say in a space of time he knew didn't warrant it. "I won't let you be. I won't, because that's not what I want and I know for damn sure it isn't what you want, either."

In all honesty, Sam pushing her away had been the final nail in her impending coffin, but she had been broken long before him, so when Crowley came along...it hadn't exactly been his fault. Her opinion of herself was about as low as one could get, believing she was nothing more than a waste of space, despite others telling her differently; she just couldn't believe them. And because of her nonexistent self-esteem, she had assumed that Sam would grow tired of her as obviously she had a long list of deep-rooted issues that would drive any sane person away. So when he started to wall himself off from her...that's what she told herself was happening, and naturally, she jumped at the offered chance to avoid dealing with any more heartbreak. She had been in enough pain as it was, she couldn't handle more. Weak and pathetic, just as she mentioned, and not someone she wanted to be again. That woman would already be in tears on the floor; a stark difference from the one who now stood her ground, taking the verbal lashing head-on. Though she did have to admit it was getting to her slightly; she had to swallow against the slight lump in her throat. "You literally just said you couldn't do this," she reminded him, hating that her voice shook a little. "No one's making you. Least of all me."

His jaw set with frustration as she misinterpreted his words. Emotions running high, confusing what each other was saying was inevitable he knew. Did that mean he was going to give up right then? Of course not. If anything could be said about Sam Winchester, it was that he fought for those he cared about no matter the situation or cost. So he took a slow, deep breath and let it out, meeting her gaze with determination. "When I said I can't do this, I meant that I can't just stand by and allow this to be. I can't just watch you be his--" Another slow, deep breath. "I know you believe you made the right choice. I know I was probably the reason for it, because that's just the way shit happens in my life. But I don't believe it was, and I am not going to let you stay trapped in this deal when you shouldn't be in it to begin with." He'd gotten Crowley to reverse a deal before, right? He could do it again. He just needed something-- anything-- that Crowley would want more than Kassie. Tall order, but he'd served plenty of those over time. The trouble was that the stakes felt higher with this one. Because he-- she was-- it was different.

Leave it to her to focus on one part of what he said instead of the whole, but it was that part that fit the narrative she told herself and therefore made the most sense. Anything else just...didn't. But why shouldn't they just go their separate ways? They had both made their choice--or, at least, she had thought they had. Sam apparently thought now was a good time to rescind his and claim that he had never not wanted her in his life. Despite all his actions to the contrary. Miscommunication at its finest, really, which is exactly what plagued the pair here as well. Even after Sam had clarified, Kassie still wasn't grasping it as she felt the need to repeat herself. But he was continuing before she was able. Only then did things click. "'Let me?'" She scoffed softly. "You're not going to 'let me?' Really? What I do with my life and my soul is my choice and my choice alone. You don't get to decide my fate. I'm sorry that you feel guilty or whatever, but I am telling you that it wasn't your fault. So let it go."

He stared blankly at her as she dismissed him and his words as if they were of no importance. She had, once again, taken part of what he had said and turned it around to suit herself, rather than actually listening to what he was saying. It was clear that emotions were far too high for either of them to communicate thoroughly right then. He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know what? Fine." His hand dropped and he looked at her. "When you're ready to talk, and actually hear me out, you know where I'll be. Because you clearly don't want anything to do with me right now." He had started moving toward the door, but stopped to look back at her with a deep frown. "I'm sorry, Kass. Whether you believe it or not, this whole thing is my fault. And I'll fix it, with or without your help." He didn't wait for her to respond, instead pulling the door open and stepping out, deciding he'd just check out and get back on the road rather than stay there any longer.

As the door closed behind him, his gaze met Crowley's, who was standing with his back against a support beam to the balconies of the rooms above. To his credit, the demon wasn't allowing anything to show in his expression, which was probably the only thing that saved him from getting punched in the jaw. "I don't know what you think you're going to gain from this, but I can promise you it isn't going to stick." His voice came out as more of a growl than he had meant for it to, but it helped get his point across.

He had, of course, heard the entire conversation behind the closed door. He wasn't about to reveal that to the livid hunter staring him down at the moment, but having the knowledge was useful. He kept his expression blank, even after Sam's veiled threat, knowing better than to antagonize a Winchester. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with," was all he said in response as the man stormed past him, clipping him with a shoulder. Smarter of the two that he was, Sam's emotions certainly clouded his intelligence more often than not. Which was what he had hedged his bet on. He turned to watch Sam as he moved to his vehicle. "I'll be seeing you sooner than you think, Moose."

He was glad he hadn't taken his bag out of the car, yet, giving him the freedom to leave without having to go back into the room and face Kassie again. Crowley's parting words struck him, causing his jaw to set against the string of insults he wanted to set loose on him. Instead, he pulled open the driver's side door and climbed behind the wheel, slamming the door closed once he was in. The car started easily and he drove across the parking lot to the office to check out. A quick process, that soon allowed for him to be tearing out of the parking lot, tires squealing as they hit the pavement, and speeding in the direction of home.

Any relief she might have felt from him finally giving this up and therefore, reprieving her from that awful kicked puppy expression he was trying and failing to hide while staring at her was cut short by what he said next. Still, she stood firmly in place and swallowed--albeit heavily as this conversation--him in particular--was provoking feelings that should not be present anymore. It actually caused her heart rate to rise slightly as it scared her into thinking that her deal was somehow wearing off and that was absolutely the last thing she wanted at the moment. Tied with, apparently, Sam bloody apologising, claiming that this whole thing was his fault (despite her clearly saying that it wasn't), and promising that he would fix it. "Sam, don't," she replied somewhat sharply, her voice rising, but he wasn't sticking around to argue anymore and promptly walked out the door of the motel without another word. The witch lowered her head and placed it into her hands like it suddenly hurt, but really, she was holding back a frustrated scream as so many emotions hit her all at once. And unfortunately for the room, that forced the suppressed intense feeling to escape another way. Light-bulbs shattered, mirrors cracked, and fuses exploded; only for Kassie to finally give in to that exasperated yell anyway.

He watched until the car driven by a moose was out of sight before deciding to see what all the noise coming from the room was. He opened the door, gaze taking in the destruction before falling upon the witch. He clicked his tongue, then moved a few steps into the room. "I take it the conversation did not go to your liking, then?" Of course, he knew exactly how the conversation had gone, and it pleased him more than he was going to let on.

It was only a moment after she let out her irritation did Crowley walk through the door and the expression she gave him after looking up was not one of welcome. Still, her response was relatively mild, she just wasn't exactly pleased at the moment. "Don't pretend you didn't hear every word," she replied, fighting to keep the bite out of her voice and therefore the accusation. She honestly didn't care that he eavesdropped, but she wasn't in the mood to play games. "I hope you're at least happy. I assume this is the outcome you were searching for."

His brows lifted as he feigned surprise at her accusation. "Why would you ever assume that this would be what I was striving for?" His tone showed no signs of mocking, or even offense. It was just a simple question, but one he didn't allow her time to answer. "To have you, here, distracted by the tumultuous interaction you just had? While Pretty Boy drives home to cry to his brother? Yes, exactly what I want." The last was dripping with sarcasm, as a final attempt to drive home the point that he hadn't wished for this to be the outcome at all. Of course, he couldn't say he was as bitter about it all as he seemed; it did offer up an opportunity he hadn't foreseen prior to this moment.

Stupidly, the girl believed the demon at face value, buying into the narrative he laid out for her, and ended up apologising to him. But she had spent too much time with him, building trust, to suspect that he was lying. "I'm sorry. I just--" She looked at him, displaying some of that previous emotion that shouldn't be accessible anymore. "Why did you have to tell him? Really? He could have gone on not knowing. And we all would have been better for it. Now, he's... Now, he thinks this is his fault and he has to save me. I never wanted that. It's actually one of the last things I wanted. So, why? Was it really just to gloat?"

A single brow quirked upward, mere centimeters, as he watched and listened to her. He had to consciously stop himself from narrowing his eyes as the thoughts in his head triggered further thoughts and questions that went beyond their conversation. "It's just something about those Winchesters," he made a face and shrugged. "Can't help but share with them. Must be those eyes, hmm?" A slight smirk twitched the corners of his mouth upward a moment before he recovered. "Truthfully, though, I must admit that I struggle keeping much from Sam or Dean, as they have been such significant help to me in the past. Even if it means making things more difficult for another." Please. If she believed that, the poor sod would believe anything at this point.

Crowley had been believable...right up until that point where he clearly took it too far. "Oh, come off it, Mate," she tossed back, the edge now entering her voice as she crossed her arms, looking non-too-happy with the demon. "Now you're just mocking me.--Thanks." As if she didn't already feel shitty enough as it was. He really didn't need to add to it. "Fucking hell..." She placed a hand on her creased forehead, rubbing it with her fingers before looking back at Crowley. "Are we quite finished? May I go now? Or did you want another stab at my expense?"

He tilted his head watching the slight woman. Why was it always the tiny ones that housed such immense power? He wasn't even sure that this one was aware of just how powerful she was, which suited him just fine. "Aww, Pet, don't be sour with me. I apologize, that was uncouth." He let that sit for a moment, then continued. "Yes, we'll be done for today."

Unless your name was Sam or Dean Winchester, giving this demon sass was a risk you had better make carefully or things just might turn disastrous. However, right now, Kassie wasn't thinking about that as it was obvious she was far too upset to act cautiously and mouthed off, letting him know that she was not appreciative of the shit he was currently giving her. Thankfully, but more so surprisingly, Crowley actually apologised to her. Not for telling Sam, of course, but for poking fun. Which was something that might have stunned her more had it been under different circumstances, but she could, at least, acknowledge the sentiment. "Thank you," she said a little stiffly but the anger was easing off. She stepped to leave the room. "Let's go get drinks. You're buying."

He was amused at her change in attitude. Normally, having anyone tell him what to do would have him immediately reminding them who they were speaking to. However, he needed to ensure she remained loyal to him and continued working on the things he asked of her rather than outright rebellion. Not that she was indentured to him beyond the basics of their deal, but she seemed unaware of that fact thus far, and he intended to keep it that way. "Right," he scoffed, still, rolling his eyes. "Just don't drain my accounts, eh?"

It was her turn to scoff. Not only did he owe her, but also-- "Hey, I'm not the one who opts for top-shelf whiskey, Mate," she pointed out, tossing him a knowing look over her shoulder. "Or hundreds-of-years-old wine. I mean, you do you if that's what you like, but as a personal preference, I like not to be punched in the face by my drinks." She was sure to hear all about how underdeveloped her pallet was but honestly, after the conversation she just had, she welcomed whatever long-winded and petty retort that was about to come out of Crowley's mouth.

Amusement played along the edges of his features from the way she worded things. A single nod was all she got in response, however, as he was doing his best to keep her on good terms, for the time being. Angering her wasn't on the agenda, and so neither was saying anything that she could twist to suit her need for someone to pick a fight with. All those pent up emotions-- ones she shouldn't be able to have per their deal-- were likely just waiting for a single moment to take over. He wouldn't be the one to provide that.

He rolled his eyes after a moment, shaking his head for emphasis. "Right. Well, let's get at it then, shall we? I know just the place."

The demon disappointed her by not answering in kind to her sassy remark, leaving her to become slightly huffy and irritated because she wanted the distraction; to focus on something trivial, but, of course, all she got was a couple of nonverbal gestures that could be barely construed as responses. "Brilliant," she said, again sounding a bit short, but she was ready to knock back a few in hopes of forgetting what had just transpired.

#alwaysaweapon #ri na ifreann #adventures elsewhere

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leafeonb · 3 years

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whenever i make a liveblog post for this game i think "yeah that dont make any sense. post it"

#lulu.txt #999 lb #MANY THOUGHTS also okay continuing the last tag from the last post i hope i remember what the fuck i was talking about >>>>>>>>#so i dont know if this is evidence for that i dont really think it was him bc??? it wouldn't make much sense but the voice said ''ah'' after #the pause when they were reading the second part of the truth had gone note and the character that says that sometimes is snake....but its #usually when hes correcting something he said but. i dont think it was snake? it doesnt make sense ITS LIKE its like junpei was getting #information from the morphogenetic field. he accessed the field....but. who told him that?? i think if he simply got that from the junpei #from another timeline it would be so fucked like HELLO??? but......its making me think. its so 0_0 that junpei could only access the field #at this moment....right now. but then after that its like his mind keeps flashing WHAT DOES IT MEAN.....WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN likr #like. when snake was talking about the four people behind the last nonary game...junpei felt like he already heard those names somewhere #but he never opened the safe in this timeline.....how would he know? ALSO man. these four people...we've already seen them o_o THE GUY X AND #THE CAPTAIN.......HM............i still wonder about who could have killed the captain and WHY he was there....just. why. how #AND??? HM.....alice is somewhere after the library i wonder if they will end up finding her o_o but....its been so many years...is she rly #still on the ship or....did cradle pharmaceuticals do something to her once they got the gigantic #? she must be somewhere maybe 0_0 THERE IS A WALL THATS LIKE....METAL. THERE WAS A WALL LIKE THIS ON THE LIBRARY and junpei said u couldnt #open it so i wonder if when cradle pharmaceutical got this ship they decided to keep alice there once they found her..man what the fuck :-(#they cant go back to the library now 💀💀💀💀 THE DOOR CLOSED. BEHIND THEM AND. IM STARTING TO THINK ZERO LIED ABOUT HOW MUCH TIME THEY HAD #TO ESCAPE.....thank you zero so true bestie *shakes zero* WHY DID YOU DO ALL OF THIS I KNOW WHY BUT WHY. WHY why would u also risk everyone #like that BITCHES.....HELP! guys its okay 🏃🏃🏃 snake said...he thinks zero doesnt want to kill them...if zero was on the last nonary game #but man i am more than sure a lot of time have passed since it was 4:20/4:30am on this game like??? the whole scene with santa in the chapel #the time they spent there alone in silence...junpei having that one vision with the code...opening the coffin THE SIBLING REUNION #junpei and seven didnt have the heart to tell snake and clover they had to hurry so. they just waited for them 😢😢😢 aw...then they had to #tell snake everything that happened while he was knocked out (goodnight sweet prince ❤️) and also other stuff and also that moment when #junpei wanted to make sure they could open door 9 with the 4 of them....and the 0 bracelet thats actually a O bracelet bc O = 24 → 2 + 4 → 6 #AND THEN THEY WALKED FOR A WHILE TO FIND THE DOOR THAT NEEDS THE NEPTUNE KEY....AND THE LIBRARY DOOR 0_0 and. man they spent so much time on #that library like. u dont have to interact with all of the books yeah but. they talked for a very long time there AND ALSO WHEN SNAKE WAS #telling junpei what happened on the last nonary game.....after he decided he can trust junpei o(-< aw man......and #help. EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED MUST HAVE TAKEN MORE THAN 1 HOUR I AM SURE OF IT 💀💀💀💀 now they have like idk 30 minutes to find that key #and keycard good luck /j when everyone was like 'oh nooo this is the end' snake was just 'oh? so you want to wait here to die? okay then' 💀#THEYRE TRYING THEIR BEST BUT......man also i just remembered that computer from the study room it was the last thing i checked fuck

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Let me help you

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/comfort.

Request: Because I like a bit of hurt/comfort, and I love the idea of an omega depression, I'm curious on how alpha third years on Aoba Johsai (so like Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Mattsun) would do in response to their omega being in an omega depression.

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Author’s Note: Oikawa’s got really long, so I didn’t include Mattsun or Makki. If you wanna request a part 2 I’ll get on it right away!

Requests: Open!

Toru Oikawa

➵ Truth be told, it was kind of his fault.

➵Right after you both bonded, he immediately seemed to drop any redeeming qualities he had while courting you.

➵He skipped out on dates, stayed later and later at practice, gave the mile to his fangirls.

➵And while you could get over that, the worse thing you realized was when you went to cheer him on at one of his games.

➵His bond mark was covered with a scent gland bandage and when Iwaizumi noticed it (He knew of your bonding), he sent a worried glance your way.

➵He could practically see the heartbreak from his place on the court.

➵What was worse was that you didn’t make a scene.

➵You stood, turned and left. That was it.

➵ Oikawa was busy doing his pre-game whatever to notice, making the situation even worse.

➵Iwaizumi wanted to follow you but the whistle of the ref called him back.

➵ You didn’t want Iwaizumi to follow you anyway.

➵You felt numb. So, so numb.

➵Like anything you previously felt-- any longing, or wishing for your alpha-- reduced to a numb buzz that kept your body moving.

➵You felt like you were on Autopilot.

➵Toru made it fairly obvious that he wanted your bond mark on display, so why weren’t the same standards held to him? It wasn’t against the rules of volleyball-- several alphas had theirs out on proud display with their omega cheering in the stands.

➵Was it you?

➵God, you felt so empty. Like your will to live was dripping away.

➵You felt your omega lay down, whining as they tried to figure out what was wrong. Where did you go wrong?

➵You barely felt the soft fleece of your blankets as you settled into your nest for who knows how long.

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Toru was lost. You were in the stands during warm-up last game, but was gone by half-time. Okay, fine. Maybe you had to pee. But then you didn’t show up at all after that. While at the time it took a back burner-- because we all know how Oikawa plays-- it was now front and center. His alpha was on edge and snapped on him twice already, sending sharp throbs of pain to his temples. It had been three days since Toru had seen you, his mate, so Toru could tell that was a big reason for his frustration. But Toru didn’t know why you had been gone for three days.

If you were sick, why didn’t you text him? Were you injured? Toru didn’t know. His neck burnt with anticipation at the thought of you in any peril.

Where were you?

Shoving his way past a few fangirls, Toru made his way into the gym, racking his brain for any sort of hint. Vacation maybe and you just forgot to tell him?

“Iwa-chan! I need your-” Toru paused, huffing when Iwaizumi roughly shoved past him. His alpha was on guard immediately, making Toru growl loudly. “What’s you issue, Iwa? Blue-balled or something?”

The laugh that left Iwaizumi made even him, the head alpha, shiver. “My issue? What’s yours?! You absolutely destroyed your relationship last game and ask me for help?! What the hell is wrong with you, Oikawa?!”

Oikawa swallowed. There was no nickname. No sense of friendship in his words. They were straight malice, laced with acidic venom meant to hurt him.

When Oikawa didn’t immediately answer, Iwaizumi continued. “You make them wear their bond mark for all the world to see, but cover yours up? What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?! How in the hell you got someone like them to glance your way for more than a second is beyond me, let alone bond you; but when you do, you fucking destroy them. You’re a failure of an alpha, Toru Oikawa.”

Truth be told, Oikawa thought that him covering up his bond mark would save you from trouble. The less people who knew about him being mated the less people to harass you. But he was your alpha. He was supposed to make sure that didn’t happen anyway. Fuck, Iwa was right. He was a failure. This became evident as more and more things came hurdling back at him. He didn’t even grab his duffel before he was, quite literally, sprinting out of the gym. He didn’t care who he pushed over. He didn’t care who he snapped at. He didn’t care. He only care about one person and one person alone.

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You whined as hunger continued gnawing at your gut. You wanted to eat, really, but you just didn’t have the energy. You didn’t have the will.

You still felt so numb and didn’t know where to go from here. At this point, it was clear you were in the midst of an Omega Depression, and to be fair-- that scared you. You wanted to spend the evening in your nest, restart and reboot, before talking to your alpha about it the next day. You truly didn’t mean to drop.

But here you were. The aspect of ...starvation scared you. The aspect of no closure for yourself scared you. Death scared you. But you couldn’t fight yourself to fix it. Couldn’t bring yourself to even lift your head or stay awake for more than an hour.

The door to your room slammed open, but you didn’t look up. It was probably your guardian coming in to try and get you to eat again. But you wouldn’t.

Your heart dropped when the smell of burnt plastic invaded your sense.

“No- no, no, no, no no- Please god no-” Oikawa felt his heart shatter at the sight of you. You looked like you had both feet dangling in the grave, hanging on by a loose root you grabbed onto in a last ditch effort.

He continued repeating no while running his hands through his hair, already crying before he even set foot in your room. When he did dare step closer, that was all it took before he was running to you, pulling you in close despite your whines of protest. His grip on you was bruising, but he couldn’t risk letting you slip. Not again.

“Please- please don’t leave me.” He sobbed into your shoulder, your own eyes stinging (Dehydration keeping tears from falling). “I- I can fix this- I can fix us. Fuck- Please Y/N. Please omega, let me help you. Let me make this right!”

Though you didn’t say anything, the grip on his jacket told him all he needed to know. And though it would be a long road to recovery, you and him would conquer it.

➵ Completely contrary to Oikawa, your drop wasn’t anyone’s fault.

➵Maybe the school systems, if there was blame to be put.

➵So much had gone on in such a short period.

➵You and your alpha, along with his team, had been bombarded with practice and paperwork in preparation for the upcoming tournament.

➵But just because volleyball picked, doesn’t mean school drops off.

➵ You had essay after essay due, Unit exams which would soon fall into Final exams.

➵You and Hajime had barely even seen each other all week.

➵You both still sent each other good morning and good night texts, and if you see each other in the hallway you’ll give each other a quick peck.

➵Honestly, it was obvious everyone was on edge.

➵Teachers didn’t care though, they just kept piling on more, and more, and more work.

➵ And volleyball just kept getting closer and closer.

➵You stumbled into the gym with a chirp, trying to sort through the multitude of papers in your arms.

➵Your back was aching and your arms were strained, but you couldn’t drop them. That would be a disaster.

➵ The coach sent you a raised brow, offering a hand to help. You waved him off, sitting on the bench with a grunt.

➵Everyone was already sweaty and panting, practice in full swing.

➵God, everyone looked so tired already.

➵You could feel the waves of exhaustion.

➵ As they were just in deep in your bones as they were in theirs.

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“Did you finish filling out the registry forms?”

You looked up to the coach, nodding slowly before riffling through your papers and pulling out the ones you were looking for. You handed them to the beta, quickly going back to your notes once more.

You noted the stumbled steps and slowed reflexes, but simply made it a point to emphasize rest with the boys. Maybe a day with no practice would do them more good then practice.

Hajime was doing well, as usual, somehow keeping his head and energy high. You know he hasn’t gotten much rest either, and you felt for your alpha. Honestly, you just wanted one day with just you and your alpha, where you both could sleep the day away and come back good as new.

That just sounded glorious.

“You wouldn’t mind filling out the ref sheets either, would you?” The beta smirked, already handing you the sheets. He knew you had a tough time saying no to people older and/or bigger than you; and had you doing several things that most mangers would never touch.

It was tiring.

You reluctantly took the sheets, already starting on them. The notes you were working on were yanking from under you, the coach reading over them.

He scoffed at your note of possibly skipping a practice. “Are you serious?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Take a break?! These boys are on the brink of a skillful breakthrough, and you want to stop them?!”

You closed in on yourself at the yells, trying to focus on the ref sheets. He continued yelling and berating you for the notes you made. You could feel the teams stares on you, but you also knew they wanted you to learn to stand up for yourself. They had been giving you a few minutes to try and collect yourself and if nothing happened they would step in.

It only took seconds for you to finally break down, sobbing into your hands as the coach’s yelling reached a breaking point. The team took very time to act then and there.

Oikawa and Kyoutani were snapping and growling, pushing him back and away from you while Hajime slid onto his knees in front of you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your bond mark. He rocked you side to side, purring and letting you cry.

You sobbed and sobbed while the coach tried backtracking, but it was too late. The pack was on defense. One of them was in danger and they were going to make sure they all were safe.

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You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake up, your in Hajime’s arms, which are wrapped tight around your waist.

Oikawa was on the other side of you, head on Hajime’s thigh, Makki and Mattsun were cuddling together a little to the left of you. Kyoutani was closest to you (He had a soft spot for you, almost like you were another older sister to him). You ran a hand through his hair for a moment before taking a deep breath in and out. The rest of the team was scattered in the puppy pile around you, and the gym was dark.

In fact, everything was dark. There were chairs propped up by the door, just in case you supposed, and there were jackets littered everywhere. Your heart fluttered at the thought.

Hajime’s arms subconsciously tightened around you, luring you back into sleep.

You, your alpha, and your pack.

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Everybody Talks Too Much (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Mute!Reader)

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language, brief violence Summary: Whenever Cassandra gets angry, no one wants to deal with her. Well, no one but you, that is. Thankfully, the middle child appreciates your company... not that she'd ever admit it. Notes: Another self-indulgent fic with a selectively mute reader. This one's a lil different. Sections in italic are mostly indications that the reader is miming actions in order to communicate, though there are a few internal thoughts that are marked as such. Unlike the past two I've done, this takes place pre-relationship, so there's some mutual pining of sorts. I think that's the word.

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Among the many servants of Castle Dimitrescu, there were a number of secret rules to be followed. Guidelines that were never written down, only spoken in hushed whispers, for specific (and dangerous) circumstances. Most could be divided into one of two categories: 1, how to reduce the chances of a Lady of the house killing someone. 2, how to make sure that if they kill someone, it will not be you. Of these rules, there was one that you knew best of all, despite never having been told it. Why? Because you have observed it time and time again. After all, the rule revolved around you. To put it plainly… If Cassandra Dimitrescu was in an awful mood, but had yet to draw blood, send in the mute.

Even now, as you rushed down a corridor, you did not know why this rule was in place. You simply knew that you had been summoned countless times by frantic maidens, to go serve their volatile mistress. Admittedly you did understand their eagerness to thrust the task upon someone else. Cassandra was often considered the deadliest of the Dimitrescu daughters, for she was the quickest to anger, the one with the deepest bloodlust, and took the longest to calm down. Personally, you disagreed, believing that it wasn’t terribly hard to know what she did and did not like. All it took was some observation. It was Daniela who scared you, seeing as she was unpredictable. She didn’t even need to be in a bad mood to want to kill you.

Of course, that didn’t necessarily mean that you saw no danger in working with Cassandra. In fact, you saw a fair bit, such as now: Right as you round the corner, a shiny object hurls past your head, embedding itself into the wall. Had you been walking ever so slightly faster… Well, you preferred not to dwell on such things, especially not when the one who threw the thing was still nearby. Based on the howling laughter and swarm of insects that moves around you, the intended target was Lady Daniela. Across the room is the markswoman herself; Cassandra stood tall, huffing in anger, staring at the spot her sister had just vacated from.

“Damn it!” She yelled, stomping her foot as if the resulting shockwave might do what her weapon had not. Oddly amused, you’re quick to remove the sickle from the wall, careful as to not damage it. It’s a tad dirty, but nothing you can’t fix with your handy pocket cloth. Cleaning as you walk, you slowly move towards your employer, not even bothering to spare her a glance. After all, you had your own rules for dealing with her.

(1: Avoid eye contact for at least one minute after an outburst.)

By the time you make it to Cassandra, the minute has come and gone, allowing you to ever-so politely look her in the eyes when you return her blade. She scoffs, then practically rips the sickle from your hands. This was your job, however, so you made no complaints. Not that you could, at least not verbally. Instead, you gave a short bow of acknowledgement. Afterwards you stood still, awaiting either instructions or a dismissal. Neither came.

“I can’t believe that little shit tried to take my favorite dagger and thought she could get away with it! Agh, the nerve of her! Can you believe this?” Cassandra snapped, turning to you as if you might agree with her. Nod, simple yet effective. “At least you know how to handle a blade. Damn Daniela is lucky she didn’t get any scratches on mine.” Then she pulls the knife in question from its place on her belt, letting it gleam in the light. A soft exhale, head tipping to the side, wow is it pretty. So is the one holding it. Your mind wanders but your gaze does not. Always polite, always ready to serve.

(2: Do not get distracted; she is no patient lover, rather a demanding boss.)

“Cassandra! What was all that noise a minute ago?” Someone called, interrupting your ‘conversation’. The speaker soon appears, being none other than Lady Bela, the most reasonable of the castle residents. Though that meant little, considering the nature of her family. As if to prove your point, Cassandra merely rolls her eyes in reply, refusing to divulge the truth. And so Bela turned her gaze to you, perking a brow. “Feeling up to talking today?” She asked, already knowing the answer. Of course, your hands are already moving, not even waiting for her to finish speaking. This is a game you know intimately.

A hand goes to your belt, moving to pull a nonexistent blade from its sheath. Raising it, moving it forward then back several times, launching it towards the wall- towards the hole left behind. Then shifting, waving your hand in front of your face while exhaling a sharp breath. Flinching. An exaggerated gulp, pretending to check if your nose is still attached, sighing in relief. Lastly, an inclination of your head towards the culprit. Cassandra.

“I was aiming for Daniela. Not that it matters, nobody got hurt,” she stated, confident. Both hands clasped together, then tapping the palms together, mimicking a heartbeat at a reasonable pace. Suddenly a stomp. The beating stops, and you hold your hands next to your ear, as if listening for signs of life. Pause. Three seconds. Worried expression, eyes wide. Finally, fast as a gunshot, the heart beats again, wildly. At this, Bela shoots her sister a look of doubt, as well as judgement. Hoping to change the subject, Cassandra looks to you. “What are you doing here anyway?”

Rubbing your chin, thinking. Squinting for effect. Ah, got it! Both hands go to your sides, lifting the imaginary hem of a dress you aren’t wearing. Waltzing forward, yet in place, with the poise expected of a professional maid. Then the focus shifts to your face. Fear. A silent scream, a hand at your forehead, feeling like you… might… faint. Falling backwards, making a step at the very last second to prevent a real collapse. End scene.

“Someone was scared?” Bela asked, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of herself. When you nod, she does as well, considering the implications. “Why would they send you?”

“I hardly care why, I just want to know who so I can kick their ass,” Cassandra interjects, taking a step closer to you. All you do in response is shrug. Unsurprisingly this is not enough to please her, and before you know it she’s wrapped a hand around your throat. “Give. Me. A. Name. Now.” A perked brow. Thoughts practically telegraphed. ‘What do you expect?’ Opening your mouth, slightly, then wide, back to almost closed. No sound comes out. Obviously. It’s not like you wanted to break your own rule, but in this case you had no choice.

(3: Give her whatever she wants, consequences be damned.)

Luckily for you, Bela acts as a foil to Cassandra, there to smooth the seas. Moving behind you, she reaches into your back pocket and retrieves the notepad you keep there. Then she’s handing it to you while making eye contact with her sister. Cassandra promptly releases you, though she’s clearly not pleased, going so far as to push you away in one last act of anger. Internally you roll your eyes. On the outside, however, you quickly write down everything you know… which isn’t much.

“I don’t remember who it was. A lot of people have asked. This happens a lot.” Then you hand the paper to Bela, who soon looks back up at you in confusion. Too antsy to wait for her own turn, Cassandra yoinks the notepad from her sister’s hands, reading it over several times before reacting.

“What the fuck? Why would they send you to me because somebody pissed their pants in fear? I’m going to kill someone. Ugh, I don’t- this doesn’t make any goddamn sense,” Cassandra ranted, pacing back and forth, looking like she wanted to destroy something immediately. To your surprise, Bela doesn’t look the slightest bit concerned. If anything, she looks amused, and smiles when the two of you make eye contact. Something tells you that she knows something that you don’t. Before you can react, she quietly retrieves your notepad and returns it to you. Then she pauses, thinking, eying you with curiosity.

“Why don’t you go for now? See if anyone thanks you for stepping in, hmm?” She suggested, tone implying that this was absolutely about something else entirely. Still, you don’t care to disobey, and so you bid the two of them farewell with a deep bow. As you leave, you can almost make out part of what they say next. But you’re certain that you must have heard incorrectly. “Showing your favoritism a little too much, sister? If even the servants can see it-” the rest of the sentence is cut off by angry muttering from Cassandra. After that you’re too far away to hear anymore. What a strange day...

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“Hey, you know where Lady Cassandra’s room is, right?” Ygritte asked, casually, definitely not having just been told by someone else that you were the solution to her problem. Pretending that you were unaware of this, you give her a smile and a nod. Later, behind her back, you will mentally add her to your list of people to watch out for. Maybe even decide to refuse to share your biscuits with her. In the meantime, you pretend that you don’t mind whatever task she’s about to dump on you. “Can you bring these books to her? I really have to get back to the kitchen soon, and that’s in the opposite direction…”

Technically true. Something told you that the real problem was that Cassandra had been extra loud the past few days. Regardless, you accept the books from her, leaving before she even finishes thanking you. Why do people do this? I don’t get it, you think. It’s like they think I’m immune to her rage. If that were true, I’d gladly throw myself between her and others. But no, that’s not the case. Hmmph, if only they saw my scars. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you keep walking, subconsciously rubbing the spot on your arm where Cassandra had cut you. Well, the worst spot. Being pain tolerant had made her take interest in you, during your first few weeks, but it’s what allowed you to learn her rules. Your rules, really.

Knock. Knock. A pause… three more, much softer. The door swings open, revealing your Lady, whose eyes widen at the sight of you. Tipping your hat (which you are not wearing), you greet her, forcing another smile. Then you present the books, free hand gesturing with a spiral motion towards them. She doesn’t respond. No, wait, she glances at the door hinges, considering closing the door in your face. Now both of you are staring at each other, daring the other to move.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she finally said. There’s a gruffness to her voice that you hadn’t expected. It’s unlike her usual tone, less angry, more tired. Were those bags under her eyes?... No, just smudged makeup. “Don’t just stand there- tell me why you’re here.” Again, you gesture to the books, extending your hands further towards her. This time she takes a half-step backwards to avoid you. Peculiar. “Someone else was supposed to bring them, dipshit. Fucking hell, why can’t anyone around here do their damn jobs?” At last, she takes the books from you, carrying them deeper into your room. Though she does not close the door, you assume that your job is done. Or maybe you simply do not wish to deal with a Cassandra who’s frustrated by your specific presence. Either way, it breaks one of your rules, though you do not remember until it is too late.

(4: Do not leave until dismissed by a member of the family.)

“Where the hell are you going?” The sound of buzzing flies, a blur of motion around you, then the form of Cassandra solidifying in front of you. One of her hands is raised, pressing against the center of your chest. She pushes you, hard, making you stumble backwards into her room. Next thing you know you’ve crashed onto her floor. A tad stunned, you bring a hand up to hold your head, blinking rapidly for a few seconds. There’s the sound of a door closing, and then someone’s trying to help you stand. “I didn’t say you could leave yet. Now c’mon, I’ve got stuff for you to do.” Then she’s guiding you to her bed, making you sit down on the end. Panicked thoughts race through your mind one after another. What exactly was she intending? Thankfully you don’t have to wait long to find out. “Read through these, and-” a pause, like she hadn’t known what she was going to say until she was already speaking- “take notes. Make a summary of the bookmarked sections, or whatever.” Handing you a couple books (neither of which being ones you had just brought to her), she sits on the other side of the bed, refusing to look at you. She does, however, say one last thing, voice barely above a whisper. “Just stay for a while, okay?”

Inside your head, you make a mental note to amend your list of rules.

(4.b: Do not leave until dismissed by a member of the family. If Cassandra asks you to stay, you stay, no matter what. It’s worth it.)

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #stayed up to write this #totes worth it

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hotch-stufff · 3 years

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Fluff #8, Angst #5 and Fluff #43 with Gibbs, please. The reader is in her late 20s, Gibbs and her got into a fight because the reader isn't sure about the age gap and Gibbs is trying to push her away because he's afraid of letting her in

Hard To Believe

gif by dwayne-pride

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings!: angst, slight pining, making out, kissing, crying, but ofc a fluffy ending

Prompts: Fluff #8 “I realized something.” “What?” “I love you”, Fluff #43 “Is it so hard to believe that I love you?", Angst #5 “I love you” “No you don’t

Author's Note: I know its not quite how you described, kinda switched to where reader pushes him away. Hope you still enjoy!!

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Loving Gibbs was easy. It was too easy. Too easy to fall for him. Too easy to look at him and allow your heart to flutter. To easy to feel butterflies every time he brushed your arm. That was the easy part.

The hard part was hiding it. Or figuring out if or when you would tell him. The hard part was pretending. Pretending you didn't care, pretending he didn't matter to you.

And you didn't even know if he would feel the same. You were, considerably younger, 13 years to be exact. And people would say things. You shouldn't care what people think, but it could ruin Gibbs reputation, and that you cared about. So you wouldn't tell him. You couldn't tell him. And that was the hard part.

You never expected a relationship. But you definitely didn't expect him to show up at your door and confess his own feelings.

It had been a rainy night, very cliche. He knocked repeatedly on your door until you finally answered. You were shocked to see him there, drenched. You invited him inside, and took his jacket, hanging it to dry. And he sat on your couch, silent per usual. You sat there for a while before speaking up.

"Soo, you gonna tell me why you're here?" You said, trying to start a conversation.

"I'm not sure what to do here." Was his only response. He looked nervous, which was strange for Gibbs. He wasn't a nervous person. He was always put together and confident. But he wasn't wither of those right now. He was slumped over, thinking hard. He was fumbling with his hands. He looked so ... vulnerable.

"Gibbs, whats wrong? What happened?"

"I just, I realized something."

"What?"

"I love you." The words were spoken clearly, and confidently. You were taken aback. Shocked was an understatement. Seconds ticked by, and silence filled the room. The only noise was the rain hitting your roof. He stared at you expectantly, waiting for some type of response.

"W-what?" Was all you could muster up. His face fell. "What do you mean? You're not serious. You can't be serious."

"Is it so hard to believe that I love you?" He asked, his voice was quieter. Gibbs didn't express his feelings often. He was opening up to you, allowing himself to be vulnerable. But you couldn't give in, could you?

"Yeah." He hadn't expected that. "Gibbs, your 13 years older than me, your my boss." He froze. You knew he had to have taken this into consideration. Why was it not enough to stop him?

"I don't care. I love you Y/n." You could feel the tears gather. You two couldn't be together. He had already been through enough in life, he didn't need the judgment that would come from being with you.

"Well, I dont feel the same." You said, your heart breaking a little bit with each passing second.

"Yes you do." He stood up angrily. "You do, but your avoiding them." You sighed.

"Gibbs-" he cut you off.

"No, you love me too. I know you do y/n. I know because everytime you look at me, its the same look that I'm giving you. You blush anytime we are near each other. You're always there to make sure that I'm okay." Gibbs didn't speak a lot. He was a functional mute, as they say. But he sure as hell was saying a lot now. Saying a lot of truth. A truth you couldn't allow to happen. So you lied.

"Those are all things a good employee does." You really tried to make it as convincing as you could.

"Employee, really?" He paused "Bullshit." He stood there waiting for your response. He only needed one more push and he would be gone. "Why won't you just tell the truth?"

"That is the truth Gibbs! This would never work between us!"

"What is it? That we work together?" You didn't move a muscle. "That I'm a closed off person." He paused. "Is it that I'm older than you?!" You flinched slightly and he knew that was it. You needed him gone before you ended up telling him that you loved him too. You knew exactly what to say to push him away.

"I don't love you Gibbs. I can't even trust that you would be with me long before moving on again." That did it. In that moment you forgot why you were pushing him away, especially after seeing the pain in his eyes. It was there for only a moment, before they went blank. His face following soon after. He nodded his head, and walked out, slamming the door.

And you fell to the floor in tears. You had to do it. You couldn't be together. You couldn't. It wasn't right. You were young, he needed someone older, more mature. Someone who wouldn't add to his baggage. Someone who wouldn't add on to everything he's been through. You couldn't be together.

These were the words you repeated to yourself as you cried yourself to sleep.

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The next day was hell. The next week was hell. Everything sucked. Gibbs was on a rampage, pissed off and pissing off everyone else. He avoided you at all costs. The most he talked to you, was when he barked an order. You expected that.

What you didn't expect was the guilt. You thought you were doing the right thing. Pushing him away was the right thing to do. So why did you feel so bad? Why did a pang of guilt hit your heart evertime you looked at him.

Why were you filled with guilt everytime you saw the frown that adorned his face. Or everytime he snapped at Tony, Ziva, Tim, and even Abby. The guilt was consuming you to a point that you could barely bare seeing him. You had been trying not to hurt him, but he was in more pain now that he would have been had you told him the truth.

Would it really be so bad? To love him. To be with him. You couldn't remember why you didn't tell him you loved him in the first place.

You had to tell him. If he never forgave you, that would have to be something you lived with. But you had to explain. You had to tell him the truth.

So this time, it was you showing up at his house. His open door policy was something you were grateful for because you aren't sure if he would have just slammed the door in your face had you knocked.

You found him in the basement, sanding away at a boat. A glass of Bourbon sitting on the bench. He looked ... bad. Tired and angry. You hated that it was all because of you.

"Gibbs." He spun around, glaring at you.

"The hell are you doing here." You gulped and took a step forward.

"I uh, I came t-to apolagize." You stuttered out.

"Get out." He barked at you.

"Gibbs, wait please." You begged. You would get on your hands and knees and beg if you needed to. You had to tell him.

"What?"

"I love you."

"No you don't." He didn't believe you. It wasn't surprising, you wouldn't have believed yourself either after everything you had said. So you began explaining, pouring everything out.

"Yes I do. So much. I know what I said was, awful and so wrong on so many different levels. And I'm sorry, I know you hate apologies, but I'm sorry. I was scared. I'm so much younger than you and I thought people would judge you. And I know its stupid, but I didn't want that to be another thing you had to go through. I didn't want to ruin your reputation. You carry enough baggage as it is, with the job and just everything. I couldn't add my own baggage to that. But this past week has been hell without you, and it makes me forget everything. You make me forget. And so I'm so sorry Gibbs, because I DO love you. I love you so fucking much." He let you finish your little speech, remaining silent.

And he stood there remaining silent for a good 5 minutes, before he was marching forward and slamming your lips together.

It had taken you aback, and you faltered slightly, allowing him to press you up against the boat. He pressed into you, lips moving together passionately. His nose bumping yours, your hair falling in your face. He lightly moved it away before deepening the kiss. His tounge fighting for dominance. You gave it to him with a small moan. You could barely focus on anything other than him. The kiss ... it was more than you could have ever imagined. And man had you imagined this moment. You had wanted this for so long.

"You're so stupid." He said, breaking away and pressing his lips down your neck.

"I know." He smiled against you, and bit down slightly on your skin. You let out a surprised gasp, and his lips were back on yours.

"I love you." You spoke against his lips. He pulled back so that just your noses were touching.

"Love you too." And he kissed you again, and again, and again. Leaving you with a night you would never forget.

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Loved writing this. Let me know what you think!! Thanks for reading! Requests are still open, so ask away! If you would like an idea of what to request, here is my prompt list, and if you would like to read more of my work, here is my masterlist.

#ncis gibbs #gibbs imagine #jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #gibbs x reader #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis #imagine #angst #fluff #reader insert

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lokislittlesigyn · 3 years

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Wake Me - Loki x Reader [Oneshot]

[My masterlist, where this and my other fics can be found]

Pairing: Loki / gender neutral reader

Warnings: Angst. But fear not, for fluff awaits!

Author’s Note: I have legitimately no idea if I’ll write more Loki x Reader; I never intended to write any because I don’t know the reader so I can’t characterize the reader but then I had a headcanon.. And then I had an idea...

And then I wrote this and I thought “hmm, I should challenge myself to do a New Thing?” and then this happened. Blame Loki, maybe? He seems to be behind a lot of this.

Is there any demand for a taglist of.. Possible future Loki x Readers? I dunno? Let me know.

This fic is loosely based off a song by the same name, which is also one of my favorite songs! Enjoy. <3

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You didn’t notice it at first.

Not for the first few days… Weeks? You weren’t sure how long it had been happening. How long Loki had been leaving your bed in the middle of the night.

Your apartment was a decent size - more than decent, considering the average size of a New York City apartment. Being a close friend and employee of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts (was it Stark now?) had its perks. The apartment had a bedroom, a bathroom across the short hall, a living room which doubled as your workspace, and a good-sized kitchen. Even had a washer and dryer at the end of the hall, tucked neatly into a little closet that also held a few of your coats. As an added luxury, there was a small - very small - balcony off the living room. Hardly big enough to stand on, it was nevertheless a wonderful spot to sit and watch the sun set over the city. You loved living there, in that cozy space you’d made your own, and eventually welcomed Loki into.

Loki. Not exactly someone you’d intended to end up with. Then again, who intends to fall in love with a god?

Who intends to fall in love at all?

You’d met through friends of friends, and that was about the only mundane thing about your relationship. Said friends of friends were the Avengers for crying out loud, and the moment you saw Thor in person you nearly froze from shock. The moment you saw his brother, however, your heart practically leapt out of your chest and into the hand Loki reluctantly extended, per his brother’s direction.

You took his hand in your own, trying not to tremble as you shook it. You gave your name. He gave his. You parted ways. A mundane interaction, right?

But again, few things about your relationship were mundane.

You would’ve written it off as a simple, regular greeting if Loki hadn’t found you later as you skulked along the edges of Tony’s huge party. You knew the hosts, of course, and some of the other guests - but everything was so big and frightening and new you hardly knew what to do with yourself.

How were you, a regular human, supposed to deal with all… That? Heroic wasn’t a word you’d really use to describe yourself. Let alone super-heroic - that title was reserved for the incredible individuals around you, whose personalities and achievements eclipsed your own. You mulled over the thought, drink still clutched firmly in hand, but untouched.

And that was when Loki commented on the fact you looked “nearly as miserable as he felt.” You couldn’t help but blush a little and laugh at the comment. You quipped something back - something about misery loving company, and Loki’s eyebrows raised. His expression gave little else away, though. It hardly ever did.

It wasn’t until many months after the party, after you and Loki had gotten to know each other better and started dating, that he whispered the truth to you: the idea that anyone would be gladder with him around than with him gone, was astonishing to him. He could hardly believe it.

But when it came to you? He believed you.

You had no reason to lie to him. No need to impress him, or earn his favor, or act cordially for fear of an Asgardian royal. You were safe at that party, and you were safe when you visited him at the Avengers compound - you had no reasonable ulterior motives. Nothing to hide.

And, likewise, he had no reason to actively hide things from you, now that you lived together and you knew about his past, about his parentage.

Or, you thought he had no reason to hide things from you…

So why was he leaving you at night?

The first night you truly noticed it was on a dark, cool night of spring.

You’d left the bedroom window open while you fell asleep, and upon waking up thought to yourself, still under a veil of sleepiness, that you should probably get up and close it. But as your eyes opened and adjusted to the dark, you noticed two things.

First, the window was closed, the curtains completely drawn.

Second, the place next to you, where Loki usually lie, was empty. Completely empty, the bed covers pushed toward you to help keep you warm. Still half-asleep, your hand smoothed over the sheets to his spot - cold. He’d been gone a while.

You squinted to see through the crack in your bedroom door, but couldn’t make out if the bathroom light was on. Maybe he’s in there.. You shrugged to yourself, flipping back over and nuzzling into your pillow. You’d meant to stay awake until he returned, just to be sure he was okay, but sleep quickly washed over you again.

When you woke up the next morning, you realized you definitely should’ve been able to see if the bathroom light was on, had it been on, so Loki couldn’t have been in there. He was never one for midnight snacking, as far as you could tell, so he probably wasn’t in the kitchen.

The more you thought about it, the more it bothered you. You tried to brush it aside - after all, Loki was a very private person, slow to trust or to show much emotion. He was vulnerable with few people... Maybe only one person - you. The trust between you had been hard-won, and you loved every new piece of himself he showed you.

He also enjoyed quiet time, often spent with books. Reading, writing notes, sometimes even napping in the safety of your apartment, his forgotten book on his chest as he lie draped across the couch, his lanky limbs hanging off the edges. You really needed a bigger couch.

Yes, you assured yourself. Loki just needed time alone every now and then. Everyone did, right?

You tried to ignore it, you truly did.

But later, it happened again.

You woke up to an empty bed, a dark room, and the door pulled to. This time you could swear you saw a light coming from the other room, so this time you figured he was in the bathroom and once again you succumbed to sleep.

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The morning after, you woke up to your regular routine: Get up, get dressed, make coffee for two, eat some sort of breakfast, and get to work. Work didn’t exactly have a set location - that close friendship with the Starks stemmed from having worked with Pepper for years, and now since you worked for Stark Industries, you enjoyed several perks.

Sometimes Pepper brought you in on-site, other times (more often than not, considering the fact you had an ex-villain alien god to worry about… and not everyone was convinced about the ex part) you simply received work on your secure Stark-tech computer and worked remotely. From home, from a cafe, even from the Avengers compound when you visited. (You had a room there, too - as did Loki. Courtesy of Tony.)

So as you sat with your laptop in front of you on your desk, the window cracked to let some air in, you started the day. Coffee in hand, a half-eaten croissant next to you.

Loki stood next to you, sipping his own coffee.

He liked to watch you work. Liked to distract you from work too - he wasn’t the god of mischief for nothing.

“Sleep well?” He broke the silence first.

You took another bite of breakfast. “Yeah. You sleep okay?”

He shifted his weight. “Fine.”

“You sure?”

His hand touched your shoulder, as if to reassure you. “Just fine. How long are you working today?” His fingers smoothed their way from your shoulder to your clavicle and back - slowly, rhythmically.

“I literally just got started,” you muttered a soft laugh, and he chuckled in turn.

“But I like spending time with you.”

“Well I like spending time with you, too. But work is important.”

“Would it be less important if I gave Stark something better to worry about than..” Loki leaned over, scrutinizing the screen, “Interview paperwork?”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Loki, do not attack my boss, please.”

“I said nothing about attacking him.”

“Loki.”

“Yes, love?” He smiled down at you. You huffed - he had no right to be this charming, nor this cute - but that worry was still gnawing at you. Why had he left last night?

“Are you sure you slept okay?”

He paused a moment, then smiled - but it seemed forced. “Yes. I slept just fine - do you need to talk about something..?”

“You left.. In the middle of the night, I woke up and you were gone.”

He swallowed. “I hadn’t realized you were awake - forgive me.” His hand slid down your shoulder, to your arm - and then away. “It was just a bit of restlessness, darling, you mustn’t worry.” He kissed the top of your head, then straightening up, raised his coffee mug to his lips again. “I’ll leave you to that.. Riveting work of yours… Let me know if you ever need a welcome distraction.”

“You’re always welcome,” you smirked slightly. You weren’t convinced he was only restless but.. Maybe he was. Who knew? Loki was a mystery to many. You’d try to believe him, at least.

“Am I?” He grinned. “Then I’ll be sure to distract you often.” With a small wink, he turned and left.

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The next time you noticed it, it seemed later in the night. And this time, you heard something too. Crying. Talking - like a whisper, barely audible past the soft sobs.

The door was cracked again, but had swung a bit more open than the times before. That must be the source of the sound...

Resolved to figure out what was going on, you slid out of bed. Tried to stay quiet as you walked to the door and peered out.

There was faint light coming from the living room. A silhouette on the wall showed Loki’s position - in front of the balcony, the street lights casting his shadow. You inched down the hallway, stopping just before you reached the living room.

“...Mother, you would. I just know it. (Y/N) is endlessly beautiful, and intelligent, and… and kind…” Loki was sitting in the floor, his back to you. Dressed in the same clothes he usually wore to bed - loose pants and a comfortable green shirt. His long black hair was messy, and his body shook with sobs.

The door to the balcony was open, allowing a cool night breeze to drift in. An occasional car drove by, or plane flew overhead, but Loki was focused on the stars.

“Just like you. But I, I don’t.. I don’t deserve it. Any of it-” his voice cracked, “And I miss you.”

Your heart broke. You made your way across the living room, quietly, carefully.

“I miss you every day,” Loki continued, shaky hands brushing hair back from his face, then gripping it in agony. “I-I wish we could speak, we could.. See each other.. That you could see me - see us, but... You’re not here.”

“Loki?” you muttered, and he inhaled sharply, turning around.

Now you could clearly see the tears streaming down his face. His mouth was slightly open, but he closed it, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“I- ... Darling, you shouldn’t be up at this hour,” He stood, blinking away his tears. “Go back to bed.”

You stood your ground, but tried to pick your words carefully. He looked so vulnerable, standing there in the dark, still trying to steady himself.

“No, something’s clearly wrong. Loki... How long has this been going on?”

“It doesn’t matter..”

“Yes it does.” You moved closer. He twitched - but let you approach, let you reach up to brush a tear off his cheek. More fell as he pressed his face against your palm, relishing the touch. His brows pressed together, he looked as though he could break at any time.

“Weeks,” he whispered.

“Oh, Loki..” You embraced him. He welcomed it, his arms wrapping around you, clutching you close to his shaking chest. He moved to lower himself and you followed, the both of you slowly sitting on the ground, you tucked against him, his body trembling with sobs.

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. What had this long life done to him?

How many nights had he cried alone?

It was several minutes before either of you spoke again. Loki calmed, his nose finding a comfortable place nestled against your hair, and his breath eventually steadied. His grip loosened. The crying slowed.

“I-I’m sorry.. I’m sorry I left you,” He gulped. “This is the only way I can talk to her anymore.”

You pulled away to see his face. Tilted your head. “Her..?”

Loki’s eyes met yours. “Frigga. My mother. She..” He couldn’t bring himself to say the next word.

“I remember.” You nodded slowly.

He’d told you a while ago that his mother had died, after Thor had brought up their parents. But he never said how.

Loki clenched his jaw. “It… It was my fault, it was all my fault-” He settled into another bout of crying.

“Loki, love - that can’t be true. I-I don’t know everything about your life,” You cupped his face, bringing him to look at you. He sniffed, swallowing again. “I don’t. I wasn’t there for all of it. But I know you. And I know you would never, ever harm your mother.”

“But I did, I did- that monster, I told it how to escape - I told it how to reach her. And it did, and she-” He stopped himself, biting the inside of his cheek. His breath grew shaky again as he forced himself to speak. “There was a funeral. I wasn’t allowed to attend - Odin would never allow that. He barely wanted me alive in the first place,” he hissed, his face contorted with rage for a moment, before relaxing again. “I found out after. By then her body had returned to the stars..” Loki turned to the outside again.

Moonlight graced his skin, highlighting the tears still glistening on his cheeks. His eyes searched the heavens, as though begging for a sign - something real, something palpable, something to tell him she was out there.

“Loki, I’m.. I’m so sorry. But it’s not your fault. It’s not.” You spoke as gently yet firmly as you could. Giving a monster - whatever it was - directions (you figured it was to spite the Asgardians who imprisoned him) didn’t equate to murder. He hadn’t intended it to play out that way, after all. But you could understand the guilt behind it.. And you hated the fact he’d carried that burden alone.

He stayed quiet. Pulled you closer, his chin on your shoulder, his eyes still trained on the sky.

“I wish she could meet you.” he confessed, his head leaning against your own. His arms still firm around you, his hands finding yours - your fingers intertwined. “She’d love you.”

“I’d like to meet her, too. But maybe she can see us now.” You moved closer to him, your thumb stroking his hand. You felt Loki smile next to you - it was small, and fragile, but it was there.

“Perhaps she can,” he murmured.

“Maybe she can see how happy you are - you’re happy, aren’t you?” You glanced at him. He kissed your temple, staying cuddled up against you.

“Happier than ever. I.. Thank you, love. Thank you for finding me. I hadn’t the heart to, to ask you to join me… I’d hate to wake you.”

“Loki, you’re important to me. I love you, remember?” You turned, facing him fully, your back to the open door. “Can you promise me something?”

His brow furrowed slightly, but he seemed willing to listen, watching you intently.

“Promise me, if you’re lonely, wake me.”

Tears glistened in his eyes again. He nodded, slowly, and managed a soft smile.

“Yes, my love,” he murmured. “I promise.”

#loki x reader #loki fanfic #[screams into the void]#loki x reader angst #loki x reader fluff

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capuletoo · 3 years

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Only if you sing it- Austin Sommers

note: I'm back hehe remember when I say i was going to be more active...anyway Austin fic. I don't consider this a fanfic because i focus more on the reader-kind of-idk also this is very close to my heart, so i hove you enjoy it. Might write part 2. Also, what happened at the end of the fic ;))

TW: alcohol, sex(??

Words: 796

Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

He pours a third or fourth glass of the expensive wine you brought. Everything, is too dizzy already. You know is down when you lost count on fervent glasses.

“What is something you wanted to do but never did?” Austin asks, his lips parted into a cherry wine stained smile.

He's nothing but success and famous among normal people. Ordinary and boring people come here to find inspiration, to find their muse, but never succeeding on the task. Austin did. He found it, but being talented had a cost, it needed something in return.

You reply, and he throws puffs of smoke combined with laughter. He's not sad like most people are, specially with the winter air flowing around.

He's determined, you ask yourself how he has his life figured out. But he doesn't.

You remembered the time you met him.

Knives and forks, scrapping plates. Just a pianist from the inside playing. He was just someone below about to sing.

You were new in town, trying to write your next song, never finding the right words. A notebook on the table surrounded by drinks, you wrote everything he did, but not in your handwriting. Forcing something to come out of a pen. Ink staining the notebook sheets that will soon stain your hands.

Austin stepped off the stage, his footsteps towards you.

“What do you want to be in the future?” He asked. His words have been wise ever since.

No one is really wise in real life, strangers don't just come and ask you questions like that, but was he really a stranger?

They were sitting together alone in a table. You left with him right before the sunrise, when the sky was a vivid shade of orange and blue. When he asked that your cheeks grow red. Was it so noticeable? You couldn't help smile but stopped, because you knew if you did he would ask what you were smiling about.

You paused and though about your answer for a second, “I'm not sure, I want to be someone that can do it all”

He played with his drink and said with a smile. “You can”

Later on, Austin asked if he could read your notes. You passed him the notebook, embarrassed of what he could find in it. Drafts of songs lay withing the pages while he flipped them through, he was a songwriter, maybe he could help.

That was months ago, and now you know his secret.

“Write the song” Austin says as he takes another sip of wine. You don't ask him how he knows about it. The pill is laying inside his drawer, we don't have time for questions.

Write the song. “Only if you sing it” You reply. He doesn't laugh this time. His gaze pierces you through

If you say yes out loud, then it would happen. He would reach out to the table where he keeps the pills, handing one to you like he had already done.

“Oh darling,” He says, “No one can sing your truth for you”

“That's fine” You say, but it's not.

He had the curse in his hands, Austin want you to have it, he thinks you deserve it, that you need it. It took everything you had to stop yourself from saying that you don't care about any of the results of taking the pill, but you and him knew that deep down you were willing to risk it all. Even if you turned into a lifeless soul.

You took the pill.

He was the last face you saw being ordinary, and probably the last you'll ever see. You want to wrap him up and inhale the jet black smoke until he accepts writing the song with you

Austin handed you a drink. One more drink and you are gone, and you wondered if he had noticed. The water in vodka making no color, transparent.

You grabbed your notebook and started writing, nothing but words on a paper. You didn't know your words could cut like jagged glass. Both of you were young back then, switching from pencils to ball pens like upgrades, like success.

“Metalheads are said to be incredibly gentle in bed” He said.

“Is this why you are trying to get me drunk?” You replied.

“Darling, you brought the booze” He says and throw your heads back towards the sky. Exhale laughter and inhale blazing winter sun.

“Say it again,” He says without moving his lips. Only if you sing it.

You write it, but you can't erase ballpen words with rubber. And sometimes you can't erase spoken words either.

You were there, and then you were not, no ring shaped marks on skin, no smeared black, no smell of ink, no body fluids, only the taste tattooed on his tongue.

#ahs #ahs red tide #american horror story #evan peters #ahs fandom #ahs fanfiction #ahs x reader #austin sommers #austin sommers x reader #patty o'furniture #ahs 10 #evan peters x reader

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autumn-writes · 3 years

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Can i get komeada with a Fem! S/o who willingly Claims they're a talentless recourse student, but when he reads her Files later, it turns out she purposely Lied, and is in fact non other than the ULTIMATE hope

certainly! i've been thinking of how to write this request for a while, and with a lot of changes of decision, i decided to make this a one shot. sorry this took a while, hope you're still with me nonnie.

Hidden Hope

Nagito Komaeda x Reader

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Nagito had always thought you were suspicious, ever since the very first day he met you.

"My name is S/O S/N. I... Unfortunately do not have a talent, but I hope to work well with you all."

Confusion. That was all I he could feel about your presence. Why was a talentless person put with a group filled with symbols of hope? Sure, he didn't consider himself a part of the group but at least he had a talent, despite it being trashy.

The announcement of the killing school trip had been a shocker to everyone. Everyone was forced to live their lives on this trip on edge, in fear of the next second possibly being their final.

Nagito didn't know how to act, but he certainly wasn't going to treat you nice. I mean, what worth do you have, possessing no talent that could make you a harbinger of hope for the future? You don't deserve the kindness he would treat others with. Not at all.

The first trial had arrived fast. The death of Byakuya Togami, the Ultimate Progeny has happened. Nagito, along with a certain someone was aware of all the things that happened. After all, the Progeny's death was caused by them.

Things seemed hopeless, the situation not going well at all. Clues could barely be scraped and as for the truth? Everyone seemed like they had been thrown into a sea with a metal weight around their leg as they desperately tried their best to swim upwards and survive. Everything was going terribly wrong. This trip wasn't supposed to—

And that's when you spoke up.

"You all can't fall into despair so easily! The truth, we're close. We have to be. Don't lose hope!"

There. The phrase "don't lose hope" left your lips.

Nagito sneered, basically mocking you of your words.

"And what exactly would talentless student know of hope? Please, you probably don't know what you're talking about."

Everyone fell silent at Nagito's words. It wasn't that they agreed with him, they just couldn't—

"If I know one thing, Komaeda, it's that I know hope better than anyone else."

Since that time, your words have been engraved in Nagito's mind.

"If I know one thing, Komaeda, it's that I know hope better than anyone else."

Something was up with you. The words that you spoke to him, they were filled with so much... Seriousness. It didn't seem like you were messing around when you said that.

Trial after trial had passed, classmates and friends slowly falling like flies. Until, the fourth.

Nekomaru Nidai, who had been turned into a robot, was murdered. And the culprit? One of the students, of course. That's how this game works.

To be of use, Nagito had decided to go through the Final Dead Room, a room where a game of life or death stay present. You either make it out alive, or your corpse rots inside.

The Final Dead Room was no match for the male's deduction. He had gone through the escape room as if it were a breeze.

The door of the room opened, revealing a revolver and some bullets. Ah, so he was supposed to play Russian Roulette.

Not wasting a second, the male loaded the gun with 5 bullets and pointed it to his head before pulling the trigger, despite Monomi's desperate claims for him to stop. Luckily for him, he survived.

Surviving the game at the highest difficulty, Nagito received two prizes from the bear. One being knowledge of funhouse's structure, and second being a file containing all of the students' information.

'This is it,' Nagito thought. He could finally learn the truth. He could finally learn what your talent was. He doubted your claims before, and he sure as hell still didn't believe in them now.

You were mysterious and suspicious from the get-go. There was just no way you could be talentless. The hope that shines in your eyes... It's even more remarkable than the symbols of hope he had come to worship. There was just some things about you that he knew he didn't know,

and he was determined to find out what they were, starting with your true talent.

He had opened the file, his eyes immediately scanning the pages littered with words that had been absorbed by his mind. Each new discovery only becoming worse and worse.

Leaving the Octagon, Nagito used the secret passage that had been one of his gifts and made his way to Grape House where you, as well as a few others resided for the time being.

Nagito was still flabbergasted from his discoveries. The fact that he and the rest were Remnants of Despair, that they had been using their talents for the despair of mankind, ruining the future. He had found out that Hajime was talentless from the Reserve Course, too.

But that wasn't the most surprising. When he had gotten to your information, he had made a pause before proceeding to read, the words inked on the papers burning into his mind.

'S/O S/N, also known as the Ultimate Hope. They were the only student who had managed to escape the brainwashing performed by the mastermind of it all. S/N, despite doing their best, had failed to pull their classmates out of the Ultimate Despair's hands. Up till today, they most certainly have not given up. They will not stop until Hope is restored within each and every student. At least, that was stated by them.'

Upon reading the information underneath your student profile, Nagito could only think of how he's gotten everything wrong.

He had treated the Ultimate Hope horribly, while the Remnants of Despair had been praised and held up high.

Worthless. Mere dirt on the bottom of your shoe. That was what he was. He'd do anything to make it up to the Ultimate Hope, anything. And that is when his mind had started to think craftily.

You had made observations on things that had changed noticably. You had made note of Nagito's change of attitude directed towards you.

He seemed to worship the air you breathe and the ground you walk on. He helped you during the fourth trial, disregarding everyone else and even throwing his malice at them.

What was up with him? Why the sudden change? You made another note to confront him about it soon.

So now here you are, resting on your bed. You were thinking of how to approach Nagito about what had happened when all of a sudden, a knock on your door disrupted your thoughts.

Looking up at the clock you had, it was 10:00 in the night. Nighttime, to be more precise.

Cautiously, you walked to the door and opened it, and on the other side, you saw the man that you were just thinking about.

Raising an eyebrow at him, he made a motion as if asking you if he could come in, to which you obliged. He had entered your cottage, clutching what seems to be a file.

He took a few steps in, before dropping down to his knees. The file in his arms opening conveniently to the page where your information is written.

Your eyes widened upon catching sight of what was written underneath your profile. So he knows...

"Why didn't you tell anyone? You didn't have to hide anything, S/N. If you had said you were the Ultimate Hope, I— I would've kissed your boots and let you kick dirt in my mouth-! Ha— AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Insane. That was one word to describe him as of now. Nagito looked up at you, the swirling insanity in his green-gray eyes being something you were familiar with already.

He clutched onto your arm, as if he were steadying himself before hoisting himself off the ground. He was still wheezing, laughter not dying down at all.

"You are the Ultimate Hope. The person who I admire. For the Hope of mankind, you must- you must escape! But don't you worry sweet, precious hope. I'll be sure to get you out of here. I could let you kill me—! I'll take them all down with me! You'll get out of here, I'm sure of it.

Even if it's the last thing I do."

You are hope hidden from the rest. The one true hope that can save everyone from despair. It didn't matter to Nagito if he had to die. It didn't matter to him if he had to take them down with him. You were needed. After all, you were...

the hidden hope of mankind. you mustn't die. even if a few sacrifices are made, you must live on.

finally finished this. this took so long anon i'm so so sorry ;;-;; i wasn't contented with the previous endings i've written, so i kept re-writing this till i was finally satisfied with how this went.

i hope you enjoyed this! do tell me if this wasn't to your liking! i'll try my best to re-write it if it wasn't satisfactory. do take care of yourself and stay safe! eat your meals, stay hydrated, and refrain from overworking yourself.

#nagito komaeda x reader #sdr2 x reader #mod mahiru writes #mod mahiru

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lepusrufus · 3 years

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To bargain for immortality pt.5

Another few good weeks passed before they heard from their so-called goddess, gone who knows where. Not that anyone would ever question her absences, even the lords knew better than to stick their noses in her business.

When Nicole found herself once again following Emma through blue-lit underground corridors, there was an odd determination in her strides. She wanted to figure out what the hell was going on with her and Miranda, if nothing else, was a scientist who above all loved solving an equation. And what else could her situation be described as if not an intricate equation with a bit fat X as her missing factor.

She was right in thinking that Miranda would find her issue of interest, as when she finally brought it up the woman furrowed her brows and turned to face her, a clipboard grabbed from a nearby table.

“And there was nobody else?”

“No. Just me, Cassandra, the pharmacist and some guy that came for his medicine,” Nicole answered with a barely contained huff.

“What for?” Miranda tapped her pen against the paper in anticipation, a clear sign that she may be onto something and was only putting together some puzzle pieces that nobody but her could see.

Nicole had to dig through her memories for a moment. “An infection. At least that’s what the pharmacist mentioned.”

Miranda hummed and scribbled something else. There was no point in trying to decipher what exactly, the woman had the handwriting of two drunk doctors put together. How very fitting for her.

Without another word, she was on her feet, unbuttoned lab coat flowing after her the same way her black robes did when in goddess mode. “Follow me. I want to test something.”

And what else was she supposed to do really?

Quick steps took them down the hallways, black stone walls surrounding them and taking on an odd shine under the unnatural neon lights above. At least Nicole didn’t have to jog for once, Miranda not being that much taller than her.

The journey was short and they reached their destination quickly, which seemed to be a door not unlike the one belonging to the lab they had just vacated, except this one had the number 24 engraved on a small plaque on it. Miranda pushed it open to reveal a small hospital looking room, four beds divided by grey curtains but only one seemed to be occupied, a sleeping woman hooked to a heart monitor whose rhythmic beeping caused some memories to resurface in Nicole's mind.

Those memories however were quickly pushed down by a sudden burst of nausea at the decaying smell that seemed to forcefully crawl its way down her throat. Nicole all but slapped a hand to her face and turned around in a pathetic attempt to block out the overwhelming sensation. Some blood also started to trickle down her face and past trembling fingers, although thankfully not an ungodly amount like before.

By some mercy of well… herself, Miranda didn't stop her when she decided to do a wobbly turn and hastily exit the room. She followed Nicole out and observed as she slumped against a wall, pulling a tissue from a pocket to wipe at her face.

"What… the fuck," Nicole breathed out.

"Was that the same as before?" Miranda's eyes were full of a weird kind of glee that could only belong to a mad scientist. Not that that would be an inaccurate description for the woman.

Nicole only nodded, trying to get her face on a more presentable level before speaking again. "Is she-..."

Miranda scoffed. "Are you deaf? I can assure you the woman is quite alive," she responded with an eye roll.

The soft beeping monitoring the heartbeat could be heard faintly from behind the closed door, so her words had to hold some truth to them. Though her intentions were still shrouded in mystery.

"Then why the hell does she smell like that?"

"She doesn't," came the nonchalant reply and it had Nicole almost seething.

Is your ego stuffed up your nose, is what she wished she could snap and say, but she knew better.

If Miranda noticed the daggers in her eyes, she paid them no mind. Instead she noted something down on the paper precariously attached to the clipboard she got a hold of before exiting the lab they had been in previously. When she finished, she simply motioned for Nicole to follow and continued further down the hallway, without a second glance.

She only stopped once to exchange a few words with an unfamiliar assistant on the whereabouts of certain patients. Patiens. Why would Miranda keep any sort of patients down there?

Before she had time to dwell on it, Miranda pushed another door open, this time leading to another corridor dimly lit by strategically placed torches. Apparently nobody bothered to get electricity to this particular part of the underground maze of tunnels, the warm light so pleasant on the eyes as opposed to the harsh neons of the previous area. The tunnel was also long, way too long for it to be an often used path, especially given how awfully humid the air was becoming. Nicole tried to take a mental note of where they were heading, squinting her eyes in an effort to imagine what was above them, but with how convoluted the tunnels down there were, it was fruitless.

After maybe fifteen minutes of walking, awkward silence -at least awkward on her part, Miranda didn't seem to care- only broken by the echo of steps and the soft sounds of crackling fire from the torches, the tunnel ended in what looked to be a far too modern stairwell. Nicole had to pause for a second, looking at the unnerving contrast where dark ancient stone gave way suddenly to gray concrete and steel, going up in sharp angles and blocking the view to whatever laid above. The overall architecture did look vaguely familiar though, but Miranda didn't seem to have the patience for sightseeing as she quickly started walking up the stairs.

At the top of the staircase stood a steel door that was quickly unlocked to finally reveal a place that Nicole recognized. She blinked rapidly in surprise, all but freezing in the doorway at the sight of the hospital corridor she had walked down on so many times before, complete with a handful of nurses discussing in a corner. She shook her head and slowly followed the woman, not wanting to remain behind. It didn't take long before they came across the one person Miranda was apparently searching for.

"M- Mother Miranda," Salvatore's voice came in an oddly high pitch, at least for him, when he almost crashed with her in his hurry to get somewhere.

"Moreau," Miranda greeted with a nod and unreadable expression. "I need the documents on each of your patients and where they're staying." Straight to business apparently.

He simply nodded and moved his attention to one of the nurses standing nearby, instructing him to finish whatever task he was supposed to before their arrival. The man moved rigidly, painfully aware of Miranda's presence. Then, Moreau led them to his office, starting to pull out a consistent number of files from a large bookcase.

His office was, unsurprisingly, a mess aside from the one place he held the documents keeping track of all his current patients, complete with a few books and office supplies haphazardly placed on the desk. A few spare white coats were hanging just by the door, together with a long and worn leather jacket that he often times wore when outside the building. A familiar string of bones was also peeking from one of its pockets, nowadays worn as a necklace since, after the effects of his mutation were lessened, he found the crown quite unsightly.

"Are you coming by anytime soon," his voice came from behind, snapping her out of her exploration. "We could use a hand sometimes."

Nicole turned to give him a polite smile. "I may, but I have some things to get out of the way for now."

A glance in Miranda's direction revealed the woman hunched over the documents on the desk, writing down a list with the aid of whatever she was reading. They could do some small talk for the time being.

"How have you been," Nicole asked, turning to him again.

She and Salvatore were on quite friendly terms ever since she started occasionally helping out in the hospital that he was in charge of. Not that they had much time to ever hang out, but the few times they did, it's always been a pleasant interaction among colleagues.

"Some days are better than others," he responded with half a shrug.

Judging by the deep purplish circles under his eyes, today wasn't particularly stellar. He was slightly hunched, whether it was out of habit from a time when sitting straight was quite impossible or from tiredness, she couldn't tell.

"Any news from the castle?" He asked with a chuckle. He was rarely welcomed in Alcina's home so the curiosity wasn't unwarranted.

Nicole shrugged. "Same old same old. Bleeding out prisoners, stopping Daniela from breaking vases and all that boring pseudo nobility stuff."

He let out a quiet laugh. "Nobility? Should I start calling you my lady?"

Nicole snorthed, giving his shoulder a small shove that didn't make him move in the slightest.

Their joking banter was interrupted by Miranda all but shoving her way in between them and out the door, calling for her to follow. With a small wave, Nicole was quickly after her, falling in step just slightly behind the other woman. Though it was a small building after all, so it didn't take long to reach the first door on Miranda's list.

"I want you to tell me exactly what you feel," she flatly told Nicole while pushing the door open.

She frowned, eyes slightly narrowed in confusion and glued to Miranda's back as she stepped inside the small room after the woman.

Any incredulous question died on her tongue when she seemed to be yanked back in time, to the yearly family trips her father insisted they all go on. It was to a relative, or family friend, Nicole couldn't quite recall, who owned an old cabin near a lake. Problem was, the lake was always murky and full of algae, the water gaining an unpleasant scent under the August sun. She and Alex never tried swimming.

"Well?" Mirada raised an eyebrow, impatient.

Nicole scrunched up her nose, both wanting and desperately trying not to take a deeper breath. "Pond water? The kind of water that's stagnant and muddy in summer, full of dead fish and weeds."

She tried not to fidget, her mind running a thousand miles an hour. The so-called goddess seeming completely uninterested in shedding light on what the hell they were doing was not of much help either. A frustrated sigh threatened to escape when another person spoke up.

"Doctor?" A meek voice came from the only bed in the room, from a young woman who seemed asleep when they had walked in. She looked between the two of them confused and with squinted eyes.

Miranda simply raised a hand, not even sparing the girl a glance. "Pay us no mind, we're only here to check on something. We'll be on our way in a moment."

Nicole couldn't help the confused look she threw the girl's way. Was she not recognizing the woman this whole town worshipped? An amused snort almost escaped her but she knew better. Besides, who could really blame her? Mirada was wearing an oversized lab coat, blonde hair held back in a ponytail and there was no trace of the makeup that usually accompanied her ceremonial robes and mask.

Not that Nicole had time to appreciate the odd humanity of Miranda's outfit, as the woman turned on her heels and exited the room as soon as she was done writing. She was starting to grow annoyed with the uncooperative and know-it-all attitude, but decided against voicing any opinions and settled for following along to the next door.

It kept on being a rinse and repeat of the first room, only variables being the patients inside and her answers. Sometimes the change wasn't too obvious, maybe just a more metallic undertone or a new faint smell latching onto her senses, like the sickly sweet aroma of honey. A handful of times though she had to all but slap a hand over her face to not be overwhelmed by the enveloping stench. One room in particular made her almost stumbled backwards and out the door, when a strong metallic smell contrasting the accompanying one of decomposition hit her like a slap in the face. The man inside, who was evidently not doing particularly well, didn't seem appreciative of the apparently crazy woman coming in and rudely interrupting his rest.

Nicole didn't look forward to lingering around by that point, but there was one more room to check.

They pushed open the door, and the familiar stinging scent of decay immediately overtook her senses, seeming to latch on to the very inside of her throat. A small rivulet of blood also started dripping down her face, and Nicole quickly pulled out a paper tissue from her pants pocket to press against her nostrils. It was both to stop the bleeding and to shield her senses from the smell.

Once outside, Nicole was trying to catch her breath while Miranda was simply writing something down. Another set of steps approached them, who turned out to be Moreau coming to check on their findings. Upon being given the clipboard to read -he could actually decipher her chicken scratch, really?- he let out a curious hum.

"I need to go over John Abbott's file and compare them," Miranda started, clicking her pen and putting it back into her pocket. "I'll send an assistant after it later." Then she looked her way and waved a hand dismissively. "You're free to go, I'll send Emma after you when you're needed."

Nicole blinked, dumbfounded, her voice coming out harsher than she probably should've allowed it to be. "That's all? What did you find?"

The exasperated edge in her voice did not go unnoticed nor was it appreciated. Miranda rolled her eyes slightly and gave her an answer. "You can distinguish illnesses by smell. We'll do a more comprehensive test and list, but for now we have enough to say that's how the Mold manifested with you," Miranda explained, half turned away and ready to leave.

And she did turn to leave as soon as she was finished. With a nod towards Salvatore, she made her way back down the hospital corridor and presumably towards the passageway that led back to her lab.

Nicole wasn't particularly keen on going down there again if she could help it, so she instead stuck by Salvatore's side as they walked back to his office.

That day wasn't the first time Nicole had entered that room, so the fact that it also served as some kind of archive did not go past her. The office itself was decently sized, and even had a storage room attached to it with the sole purpose of keeping old files that may be important but Miranda didn't need at hand. Although, in all honesty, Salvatore wasn't particularly skilled in keeping everything organized. That's what my secretary is for, he would say, ignoring the fact that Miranda would gut anyone who touched those documents if they weren't part of the small group of people she deemed worthy. Therefore, the files were a mess, the only saving grace being that he at least had the foresight of organizing them by decade.

With a sigh, he started looking through the binders all but stuffed on one of the many shelves. Nicole sat down at his desk, occupying herself with a crayon that she started twisting around her fingers absent mindedly. There was some semblance of relief in finally figuring out what had so cruelly changed in her body, and what an ironic twist of fate said change was. To have spent years pouring over books learning about the illnesses that now were recognizable by something as simple as an acidic smell of blood. On the other hand though, the knowledge that Miranda had a tendency to find some kind of use for all her experiments left a sensation of dread slowly making its way into the deepest crannies of her chest, where a certain parasite had burrowed and made a nest for itself.

"Mind if I call the castle, I don't really feel like walking all the way back," she asked, eyes settling on the phone pushed to the side by a couple books and scattered pens.

"Sure," he responded without moving from where he was pulling out papers, only to shove them back inside their folders when they weren't the correct ones.

Her hands hovered over the keys for a moment. She wasn't about to call Alcina's personal phone to ask for a ride, heavens no. The phone in Carolina's study, where the Constable would spend her time when not in the stables, would be the best choice if only she could remember the number from memory. Nicole decided that the one in the main hall was the best next thing, where one of the guards at the entrance would probably hear the ringing and answer.

She dialed the number and listened to the typical ringing sound once, twice, until she thought nobody was actually around, but at last, a voice came from the other end.

"Alo?"

Nicole took a moment to recognize the voice as Dalia's, the head chambermaid.

"Hey, it's Nicole," she started toying with the pencil again. "I'm at the hospital, can you send Carolina with a horse to pick me up?" She sensed the slight hesitation on the other woman's side and thought to clarify. "I'm not injured, just with Moreau."

She heard a slight exhale from the other end of the line and had to entertain the thought of whether the woman was relieved due to genuine concern for her wellbeing, or she was well aware of how irritable her wife could be. Her being injured definitely made its way on the list of things that would bring out the anger and cruelty carefully crafted over almost a century.

Before hanging up the phone, she sighed and thought better of her request. "Actually, tell Cassandra to come."

She could almost feel the slight grimace from Dalia at being asked to go talk to the most sadist of the sisters, and with a request no less. Oh well, there's to hoping that Cassandra wouldn't be too peeved at said request coming from her wife.

She hung up after hearing an of course, my lady.

With a way to get back home without having to do the trek on foot assured, she leaned back in the chair, watching Salvatore continue on his search. He was standing with his hands on his hips, eyebrows pulled into a frown that slightly wrinkled the already rough skin of his forehead. He looked almost as if he resorted to glaring at the piles of papers, hoping that enough intimidation would scare the right file into jumping into his hands.

It almost made Nicole snort, were it not for the curiosity that both acted as a distraction and pleaded to get some more answers. "So, who's this… Jack Abbott?"

"John Abbott," he corrected without tearing his eyes from the shelf in front of him. He grimaced then. "He was one of Mother Miranda's earlier experiments, and had a very similar mutation to yours."

At that Nicole's eyebrows shot up past the low line of her fringe, interest successfully piqued. She turned in her seat to fully face him, one arm thrown over the back of the chair. When he didn't continue talking, instead pulling out one of the last binders on the shelf labeled 1930's, she impatiently prodded for more information. "And?"

Moreau pulled a face, probably wondering if he was even supposed to talk about it. It didn't take long for him to let out a defeated sigh, the demand to play dumb were Miranda to ever ask about this going unspoken, but more than understood. "Same thing as you really. He could tell what illness someone had by a specific smell, down to the nasty nose bleeds whenever it got too much," he started, noticing a few drops of blood that had dried on her upper lip.

He turned back to pulling out the very last binder dedicated to that decade and relaxed his posture ever so slightly when he saw JOHN ABBOTT written in big letters and black ink on one file. Another frown tugged his cracked lips downward, the information written in such a clinical way only mudding the memory of the frail man he had briefly met so many decades ago. "His body took well to the Cadou until… well ,until it didn't. I don't know what went wrong, but his body just rejected it at one point and he died being slowly consumed by the infection."

At that Nicole's face fell, dread now overtaking her usual curiosity. He must've noticed, for his next words came the slightest bit rushed and with a strained kind of reassurance that wasn't convincing to either of them.

"It may very well not be connected."

Nicole almost scoffed, not at him but at the situation at hand. The hand holding the pencil was tense and, had she not been as weak as she was, the wood would've probably cracked by then. "Did you know him?"

With a slight shake of his head, he answered, not a negation but more a gesture of pity. "Barely. I was brought here only after he started," he narrowed his eyes at a wall somewhere behind Nicole trying to find the right word. He didn't. "...deteriorating."

That was about as much as her brain wanted to know at the moment, letting a heavy silence fill the space for endlessly too long. She was caught in her own thoughts that started to twist and turn into countless what ifs. Thoughts that crashed to a halt when a nurse knocked on the half open door to announce her presence.

"Lady Cassandra is waiting outside," she told Nicole, expression pulled in a poker face that could only belong to someone who had to deal with her wife and tried to seem unbothered. Tried and failed.

Nicole sprung to her feet, circling the desk and about to make her exit when he called out. "Take care of yourself," Moreau told her, looking up from the papers he was reading.

Her lips turned slightly upwards into a smile. "You too." And then she left, rapid pace taking her through off-white hallways and slight smells that she was now painfully aware of.

Stepping outside was a breath of fresh air in more ways than one, the orange hue of the setting sun welcoming her after the hours passed under the harsh lab lights. How ironic was her hatred for the damned neon lights, when not too long ago she would've gladly spent her life under their bluish glow.

Even better than the warm sun on her skin, was the sight of Cassandra, dressed in her usual riding attire and absent mindedly scratching the furry muzzle of one of the castle's Clydesdale horses. A big beast of a horse, black and white with its feathery legs that, Nicole realized with an eye roll, she wouldn't dream of getting on without help.

Her pace quickened until she found herself embraced by a pair of strong arms, the stable smell mixed with Cassandra's cologne filling her senses with something finally pleasant. She didn't let go until she felt a gentle kiss placed on top of her auburn hair.

"Darling," Cassandra greeted her once she pulled back, gloved hand coming to rest on a pale cheek. "How are you?"

Nicole sighed and pushed into the touch, the kind of tiredness that could only be felt after a day spent bending over backwards to every one of Miranda's whims settling into her bones. "Ready to go back home."

Cassandra simply nodded once and moved her hands on her hips, getting a good enough grip before picking Nicole up to where her foot could reach the stirrup so she could pull herself up. Her wife decided that climbing in the saddle was below her at the moment, choosing instead to turn into a swarm, only to retake her human form a mere second later, on the horse's back, her front comfortably against Nicole's back. With a few taps of her boot against the stirrup still occupied by Nicole's foot in a silent demand to let her guide the horse, she took a hold of the reins and they finally started moving down the stone paved road.

There was no complaint on Nicole's part, taking it as a good opportunity to sit back and enjoy the ride, pressed to her wife's chest.

A few eternally long minutes were spent absentmindedly scratching the horse's muscular neck, where short black fur met the mane held in a beautifully done french braid, that only their Constable could pull so seamlessly. A few long minutes spent mulling over what she had found out, thoughts twisting cruelly with every worst case scenario her mind could conjure. Had she made a mistake? Was the infection a mistake to begin with? How cruel could fate be sometimes. Back in New York she had come to terms with a meaningless life, the only truly important thing she had amounted to at that point being choosing a career path to spite her father. But now, after finding a place to call home where she ached to stay to the point of seeking eternity for it, the very thing that could allow her to remain there forever could also take her life away, miserably so.

"What's wrong?"

Cassandra's voice snapped her back to reality, so much so that she even shook her head a couple times to chase away the lingering thoughts. She gave an inquisitive hum in an attempt to play dumb. The attempt was met with an incredulous eye roll.

"You're quiet," she simply responded.

"I'd think spending decades with Daniela would make you appreciate quiet people," Nicole jokingly threw back.

"Not you," came the reply, one hand leaving the reins and coming to rest on her thigh. "I love hearing you talk, even when you're blabbering about proper medical technique."

At that Nicole let out a light gasp, turning around with mild offence written in her eyes. She couldn't find anything to retaliate with for once, setting instead for giving her wife a slight shove with her elbow, that only elicited a laugh.

She shook her head and let out a sigh. "We did figure out what's with the damned nosebleeds." At a curious hum and Cassandra's chin coming to rest on top of her head, she went on. "Apparently I can distinguish illnesses by smell. Now that would've been useful during med school," she finished with a bitter laugh.

Her wife responded with a snort. "If I were Daniela, I'd say you're joking to hide how you really feel." She shrugged. "However I'm not her, and I'm assuming you'll simply tell me without the need of an impromptu psychoanalysis," she said almost smugly, the hand that was until then lazily placed on her leg finding its place around her waist.

The times when Nicole wished to curse her wife's apparently impeccable observation skills were rare, but this was one such occasion.

She almost let out a groan, pushing further back into Cassandra's form. "There was this other man, John Abbott, with the same mutation. Except his body rejected the Cadou and he died slowly and painfully," she explained, her voice quieting halfway through, but almost flinched when the arm around her went stiff with an almost vice-like grip. The realization of how long Cassandra has really been in the Village for slowly crept its way from Nicole's memory, having been filed away and almost forgotten in a metaphorical drawer of obvious things that however were rarely brought up. "Did you know him-"

"You won't end up like that sorry bastard."

The conviction behind that one simple sentence almost had Nicole letting out another short bitter laugh. Not out of bemusement of course. Irony perhaps, at how determined her wife was to double down on cheating death, not only for herself but her too. Even when death could be brought by the very thing keeping them alive.

"Not much we could do about that," she said in a small voice, one hand toying with the black fabric of Cassandra's sleeve.

"Don't think for one moment that I'm joking," she started, an edge of a warning behind her tone. Her hand came to rest more gently on the bottom of Nicole's sternum, where the skin had healed in a dark scar that seemed to send jagged cracks all the way to her stomach. "I'll pull the wretched little thing out of your chest myself if I have to."

At that Nicole actually let out a laugh. "Way to go with something morbidly romantic."

Cassandra chuckled close to her ear, bending down slightly to leave a peck where her neck and shoulder met. "You're not going to die. I won't allow it."

A silent possessiveness accompanied her words. An implication that she now belonged there, in her arms, and frivolous things such as death had no place to come between them. She should flinch at such implications, were it not for the fact that it was mutual and Cassandra knew better than to recklessly throw herself on death's path, knowing well that soon her wife would follow in her steps.

The soft kiss was returned when Nicole bent back again, until the angle between their bodies allowed for their lips to meet tenderly, in a way that anyone would believe was so utterly uncharacteristic to the both of them, ruthless in their own ways but soft like velvet running on smooth skin with each other.

They rode in comfortable silence up until the gates to the stable, where they dismounted and handed the reins to one of the servants waiting there. The sun had set by then, purple and dark blues reigning the skies as they entered the castle through one of the secondary doors.

She parted ways with her wife, saying that she would soon join the rest of their family as she headed up the stairs. A change of clothes was due. That and a request to their seamstress.

Oh her way back down, she stopped by the open door to the woman’s studio, busy with readjusting some garments for one of the ladies. A curt knock on the wooden frame of the entrance got her attention and had her pulling a face upon realizing that she had probably lost count of whatever she was mentally keeping track of. Nonetheless, she offered a polite smile when greeting Nicole.

“My lady, what can I do for you?”

“I need a facemask,” Nicole started.

The woman’s eyebrows pulled in a confused frown. “I thought a new batch of surgical masks just arrived the other day.”

Nicole raised a hand when she went to check on the shipments list. “I meant something I can wear for longer and outside the lab, surgical masks have a tendency to clash with an elegant gown, you know,” she explained with a chuckle. “Preferably that can filter out any smells?”

“Oh. Of course, I’ll just need to take your measures to make sure it’s fitted for you.”

“I’ll come by tomorrow,” she proposed and, after the seamstress gave her an hour, she continued on her way down the hallway to where the rest of the Dimitrescus were gathered.

Being home brought some peace of mind, thoughts of dying and being forcefully ripped away from her life momentarily placated in favor of enjoying a few hours by the fireplace with her family. Leaning against Cassandra as she draped an arm around her shoulders and listening to Daniela and Bela have a hilariously heated debate over the latest book they've read felt downright blissful in its mundane aspect.

Although no matter what, the little parasite that now called the inside of her chest its home, was quietly gnawing at her worried mind.

#unhinged maiden™ my beloved #cassandra dimitrescu x maiden #mother miranda #salvatore moreau #to bargain for immortality #fanfic #big reveal is big

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Time and Chance II

Characters: Kaeya, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,702

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: Confessions are tricky things. Sometimes it takes week, maybe months, maybe years of building up courage for one to happen. And sometimes life throws the oddest wrenches in our paths.

In which the reader confesses.

Author’s Note:

Sorry for the lack of Zhongli. I feel completely awful currently and though I wrote part of his scenario it was really poor in quality so I decided to stick with Kaeya and Xiao. I’ll get to him and Keqing another time I promise. Also don’t worry this isn’t life or death I just need to sleep it off lol. I realize between this and my computer there’s always something and I feel a bit guilty about it. At least I hope everything’s up to par!

This also probably won’t get proofread tonight.

I hope you enjoyed my extra fic for Valentine’s Day! To all the lovely people who requested prompts I will be getting to those next week. Have a lovely night and thank you so much for your patience!

Kaeya

Perhaps falling in love with Kaeya wasn’t the most original thing you’d ever done, but by the time you’d come to that conclusion you were too far gone to care.

You loved Kaeya, or at least you liked him a lot. As someone who looked up to the Knights of Favonius there was something intriguing about the man who was simultaneously one of its lynchpins, and a sort of rogue state of a human being. It didn’t hurt that he was stupidly good looking, and a bit of a smoother talker. Okay, maybe more than a bit, but you didn’t really mind that. It was nice to be flirted with sometimes, and Kaeya had the sense never to take it too far.

You figured that Kaeya was at least somewhat aware of your feelings. Though you never asked about it, it seemed somehow too brash. Instead you figured that, in the months that had passed since your friendship had begun – for you did see it as a friendship by now – Kaeya had become aware and decided not to comment on it, as to not hurt your feelings. Though you wouldn’t go as far as call it noble of him, you certainly appreciated it.

So this charade continued on. You two remained close friends, or rather close friends in your estimation. Kaeya continued to flirt and you continued to ignore your personal feelings. It was truly an odd song and dance, but it wasn’t one you were about to change, not willingly anyways.

It’d become a bit of a tradition to patrol together. Seeing as you were an adventurer yourself and Kaeya was, well, Kaeya, you two had eventually decided it was better to make one long patrol together than two shorter patrols apart. Besides wasn’t the rule safety in numbers?

It was an exceedingly boring patrol, and as it neared its end the atmosphere between you two grew from semi-serious to absolute buffoonery. Kaeya had challenged you to see who could pick the most flowers the fastest, then who could control their vision’s element the long, then eventually, seized by some divine genius, he suggested that you might see who could run the farthest on the walls of Monstadt without falling over.

“This has got to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever agreed to.” You grumbled good naturedly. “Don’t blame me if you go tumbling off and end up with a broken leg.”

“I trust you’ll lift me to safety before that happens.” Kaeya answered back, eyes alight with his daredevil proposal.

“My anemo vision isn’t your personal elevator captain.” You reminded him. Hauling yourself up on the walls so you were on the farthest side you flashed a thumbs up. Kaeya nodded.

“Okay. Three… two… one and three quarters.”

“Kaeya.” You huffed, eliciting a chuckle from the knight.

“Okay, okay. Three, two, one, go!” The two of you ran as fast as you could, scrambling up the turrets, too concentrated to talk. Kaeya was laughing though, and eventually you found yourself laughing too, thrilled by the recklessness you were indulging in and the freedom to be doing it with someone apparently as stupid as you were.

“I’m getting ahead~” Kaeya chimed. You scoffed, quickening your pace. Kaeya did likewise, and for a moment it seems you two were going to be running the entire wall in this position. That is before Kaeya slipped.

“Shit.” He cursed, waving his arms like a madman. This only lasted a few seconds before he truly tumbled off, heading towards the stone paved ground. You didn’t say anything, though your brain was screaming various incomprehensible things. You simply clambered off your perch, hands already outstretched, praying to the god Barbatos that you could manipulate air you couldn’t see.

Luck was on your side as it turned out, and your swirl of wind caught Kaeya before he hit the pavement. Gliding down you shook your head wildly.

“Great gods Kaeya you scared the shit out of me!” You knew that you were screaming slightly, but you couldn’t help it. The whole situation had riled you up, leaving you panicked and not fully in control of your emotions.

“I’m fine! Honestly I am. I’m only sorry I lost.” Kaeya chuckled, but his laughter was weaker than before and his expression was slightly shocked.

“It’s not time to joke around Kaeya!” You shot back. “You can’t be so reckless! I know that it was also my fault for agreeing to it, but honestly! What would Monstadt do without you? What would I do without you?” You paused then, realizing that what you said held certain implications you’d been hoping to keep under wraps.

“What do you mean?” Kaeya’s expression immediately became brighter. Figures he’d read the meaning into your words. Honestly the man was too emotionally intelligent for his own good.

“I meant was I said.” You replied, figuring that there was nothing else to say. The truth was all but out now. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you Kaeya. Now I’m going to tell you something I’ve been hiding for a while, and since I saved your life and revealed it in the process I just want you to take it seriously, okay? I’m not joking, and now that I’ve said it I want to make it explicit. I like you. Like, I like, like you. And I know that I’m just your friend and that you’ve probably been aware of it for ages, but it’s out in the open now, okay? You don’t have to reciprocate or anything, that’s not it. I just… want to let it out.”

You stared at Kaeya, trying to gauge his reaction as much as possible, unwilling to look away. Unsurprisingly the news hardly seemed shocking to him, but instead of his smile slipping from his face it only grew wider. “You’re kinda oblivious you know.”

“I – what?” You sputtered, slightly offended. This wasn’t where you expecting it to go. “I don’t expect you to reciprocate, but leave the teasing alone for now at least!” So much for calling Kaeya emotionally intelligent.

“You’re reading this the wrong way!” Kaeya held up his hands, before stepping closer to you. “I just can’t believe that you’ve been my friend this whole time, had feelings on top of it, and never noticed that I was just as interested in you. I mean I’ve been flirting with you for months.”

“You flirt with everyone.” You scoffed, although the argument seemed to hold a bit less weight when compared to the jubilant, slightly smug look on Kaeya’s face.

“You may be right about that.” He admitted. “But c’mon. I don’t flirt with them like I flirt with you. I certainly don’t take them out on patrol.” His expression turned softer then, and he shook his head. “I know that I joke around a lot, but I promise, I wouldn’t joke about this. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you though, that was a fault on my part.”

“So you mean I’ve been hiding my feelings all this time for nothing?” You deadpanned, feeling overwhelmed. The situation still seemed too good to be true.

“Sounds about right.” Mischief was creeping back into Kaeya’s voice. “But it’s all right now! Your prayers have been heard! So, since you were the one to admit your feelings, I’ll be the one to ask the question. Want to date?”

“Yes.” You replied, sure of your answer.

“Good.” Kaeya replied, before pulling you into a hug, one you gladly reciprocated. It had been a hell of a day, and while you wouldn’t relieve Kaeya’s fall for anything you felt somehow lighter, as if a great burden had been lifted off your shoulders. He liked you, Kaeya liked you. For you, for now, that was all that mattered.

Xiao

Once you’d decided to admit your feelings to Xiao you’d immediately followed up that decision with the knowledge that you were going to have to break it to him slowly. You’d been friends with Xiao for over a year now, and though you were cautiously optimistic as to how the adeptus would take it, you still knew that he wasn’t the kind of person who would be at all comfortable with a sudden confession.

Confessing your feelings was in itself an act which required all the courage you possessed. You weren’t sure when you’d truly started falling for Xiao, it had come about so gradually. But before you knew it you had grown to love him. You loved the way he talked, the soft cadence of his voice though often impatient was still filled with enough softness to make your heart flutter. You loved how, despite all he’d suffered, he still retained a begrudging love for the world, especially Liyue, which he once revealed to you would always be the one thing he loved, even if he loved nothing else. You loved everything, his hands, his eyes, the way he walked, the way he kept going despite it all. You loved it so much it hurt, and now you found that your love wasn’t something merely to be pushed away. If the odds of Xiao rejecting you were almost 100 so be it, at least then you’d be proud of yourself.

You spent quite a bit of time mulling the whole thing over, before the answer struck you. Xiao refused the gifts you brought him after some of your adventures, and when you’d once asked him what he might accept he’d shifted his gaze slightly towards the side, one hand running itself through his hair. “…Almond… Tofu.” He’d admitted. You’d been delighted by the revelation at the time, promising yourself you’d learn to make it. And what was a better way to show your feelings than to do so now? Not only was it something he’d like, it was something you’d made yourself.

So you gathered all the ingredients, borrow a receipt, and set to work in Wangshu Inn’s kitchen.

Unfortunately you’d failed to predict how difficult Almost Tofu was to make. It’d been hours and you had nothing to show for it but dirty utensils, a scarcity of ingredients, and a few mysterious blobs that looked about two steps away from inedible. Leaning your head on the counter you let out a groan. Why the fuck did you think this was a good idea?

“What’re you doing?” A familiar voice broke through your reverie.

“Xiao!” You exclaimed, glancing around you. There was no use hiding the project, although technically nothing was looking even close to Almond Tofu right now. “I was, I was trying to make Almond Tofu. But I guess I’m no good at cooking.” You laughed, more than slightly embarrassed.

Xiao’s eyes narrowed, and he raised an eyebrow. Saying nothing he walked over to the counter. Grabbing a cloth he started wiping down the counter.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, slightly confused and extremely surprised.

“Teaching you.” Came the reply. “Come on, let’s start again. Have you washed your hands since your last attempt?”

If cooking was difficult without Xiao it was impossible with him. The whole time you couldn’t help butbe aware of his presence, the way he stood behind you, leaning forward ever so often. Once you hadn’t been mixing fast enough and he placed his hands on yours, pressing his chest against your back. Your grip had immediately lost all strength, and you were sure that Xiao was the only one actually working. His breath was warm against your neck, and his palms were warm and dry. It was all too much, and you spent the rest of the lesson only half paying attention, too wrapped up in his proximity to you.

Despite the distractions this batch turned out, well looking like Almond Tofu. You couldn’t help but smile when seeing the finished product. Even if you didn’t make it completely yourself, there was still something about creating that gave you a sense of pride. Even if you did need help from the person you were going to give it to.

“It’s done.” Xiao proclaimed, a slight smile of satisfaction on his face. “I hope you enjoy it.”

“Oh, well actually I made it for you.” You grabbed the plate and approached the adeptus. “I know you said it was your favorite, and the only thing you’d accept, so, I made it!” You smiled slightly, though inside you were a bundle of nerves. This was happening. Holy shit this was happening.

The surprise on Xiao’s face was evident, but he nevertheless took the plate. Grabbing a pair of chopsticks he pressed into the tofu, causing it to almost immediately separate. Taking a bite a smile crossed his face. “Thank you,” he said, “it’s very good. I’m surprised you remembered.”

“Of course I did!” You replied, voice slightly hurried. “And, um, well I’d like to tell you something.”

“What is it?” Xiao’s slightly concerned look returned. Setting the plate down he crossed his arms.

“Well… you see.” You glanced at the floor. “I know this will probably seem very sudden, and maybe not very proper; and I know that this is something that’s purely one sided, but the fact is I like you. I like you more than a friend and, well… yeah.” You finished, feeling as if you’d just spoken some utter nonsense.

Glancing up you noticed how rigid Xiao had gone. Mouth twisting into a nervous frown you shook your head. “I’m so sorry! I know that you aren’t really, well you’ve said you aren’t familiar with the way humans experience the world. And I don’t want to put you on the spot, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. I’m sorry it’s so shocking.” Glancing away you started worrying your hands together. This had gone so much worse than you’d expected it.

“I don’t understand,” Xiao finally spoke, dropping his arms to his sides, “I don’t understand why you’d like someone like me. I’m not a human, and in terms of adepti I’m far more cursed than most. You shouldn’t, you shouldn’t like some like me. I bring disaster.”

“No you don’t!” The objection came naturally to you, horrified as you were by Xiao’s view of himself. “You’re one of the most wonderful beings I’ve ever met, human or adeptal! You’re kind, and you try to understand the pain and emotions of humanity. And you never push your burdens onto others despite carrying such heavy ones. If that’s not the mark of a good person, well then I don’t know what is!”

“I still don’t understand.” Xiao said, voice softer than usual but just as matter of fact.

“I’m sorry I pushed this onto you.” You said, suddenly feeling a burst of regret, turning around you made to leave the kitchen.

“Wait!” Xiao’s voice was loud and slightly jarring, his hand caught your wrist in a grip that, while gentle, was still firm. You turned around, unsure what to expect. Xiao sighed, closing the distance between you two. “When I said I don’t understand, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” There was a pause as he collected his thoughts, looking down, shaking his head slightly. “I don’t understand how humans think, nor how they feel. But, when I’m around you I’m happy, happier than I’ve been in a millennia. And I want to be around you, all the time sometimes. I want to know more about you and I want you to know more about me. So, if that’s what you mean, then… I also like you.”

Xiao glanced back up towards you and your eyes met. You felt slightly floaty all of a sudden, as if you’d gotten very, very drunk. Everything was too sudden, your emotions had changed too quickly. But through all your confusion you understood one thing. Xiao liked you, he liked you. He wasn’t going to reject you or push you away. The thought was enough to bring a smile to your face.

“So you really like me?” You asked. Though you knew the answer now you still wanted to hear it again. Just in case.

“Yes.” Xiao replied, a smile once more adorning his face. “I like you.”

And that was all you needed to hear.

#sorry again I'm just in so much pain right now #but I'm fine I just need to sleep or something #anyways #kaeya #xiao #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #scenarios #my writing

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elfwoodfae · 3 years

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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader

Chapter-13

Author’s note: Author’s note: I actually went out of my comfort zone in this chapter, touching a few points about Eo’s past and focusing on his point of view, I hope you like it, I think there is only 2 to 3 chapters left on this story and I want to know if you all would want me to continue it or to start a new one. Please let me know. I hope you enjoy it.

Gif credits to the owner.

He woke up the next morning before you did, the faint light of the sun hitting his eyes, making him squint them instantly; you were still tangled with him, your legs intertwined together. His eyes studied your face, so peaceful, so beautiful, the events of the previous night flashed through his mind and the guilt returned as the memory of the fear in your eyes came to the forefront of his mind. He was still unsure of why you were here, here with him. He wasn’t a good man, he wasn’t good enough for you, he had hurt people, he had caused pain, destruction, chaos and still here you were, trusting him with your life, with your being like he was some sort of guardian angel. You were making him soft, doubtful, vulnerable.

He recalled the way he had so fervently told you no when you begged him to help Allen and now here he was, wondering how he could actually do it, he owed you that much. He decided that if he was going to give in and bend at your will, he would do it on his own terms. He would map out a plan, he would get his plan executed, the goal completed.

He carefully moved from in between your embrace, being careful not to wake you as he made his way out of the bed. He walked to the bathroom, freshening himself up, he splashed water on his face, looking at the man in the mirror starting back, he didn’t recognize that man. There was no hate in his eyes, for once he could look at himself and feel some kind of relief. He missed his body, he missed who he was, having his mind and his memories all to himself. You liked him like this, you didn’t even know there was more to it than met the eye. You could never find out, find out of what he had had to do to survive, you would never find out that this body, was stolen, that his memories were corrupted. He was sure you wouldn’t be able to look past that, to look behind the mask and be with a man that wasn’t real anymore, that didn’t exist. He wondered for a second if you would have liked his original body more than you liked this one. He hated the answer his brain instantly offered him, of course you would love this one better, it was the only one you knew, and the only one you would ever know. He could feel the sudden fear raise inside of him when he realized where all of this thoughts had originated from. He was scared, he was scared of losing you and why would he be scare of losing anything or anyone? Because he loved you, because he had grown to love you and to need you.

His eyes quickly darted around the room, spotting his pants as he moved towards them, looking in his right pocket for his ring. He always kept it close to him, but lately he hadn’t need it. He grabbed the chain and tangled it in his hand, walking out of the room to the safe he kept hidden on the wall, opening it before placing the ring next to the gun he kept there for emergencies.

Opening the door to his office, he started to ponder on his next move, considering all the variables and movements, he knew Barry and the team had been working on a plan to build a trap to catch the reverse flash. Those plans had been left at pause once he had stopped showing around. He needed to get out there again and make that trap happen, it was the only way he could give you what you wanted, even if it meant giving Allen what he wanted too. He needed to make sure every detail was down to perfection, he had been working on his own side of this idea long before you intersected it. He would create a speed mirage, one to fool everyone while he was at the lab with them, one to run to whatever trap they had settled and hopefully it would be enough for Joe to work off of it to start a case to plead for Henry’s freedom.

He couldn’t say he didn’t understand some of what Barry felt, he knew what it was like to miss your family, to miss the people you cared for, even if they didn’t entirely cared for you in return. Robern’s face quickly flashed through his mind, he hadn’t thought of him in a long time, he wasn’t particularly fond of him, but in a way after being far away for so long, suddenly the despise and wishes to get rid of his little brother he had felt on his years prior to getting stuck on this time were gone. He even missed the bastard.

He shook his head before resting it on his hands, trying to free himself from those memories and thoughts that no longer served him. He wasn’t going back ever, he had given that up for you, for a life by your side. He looked up at the clock, it read half past 7, he should get ready and leave for the labs. He walked over to the room, you were still sound asleep and he had to resist the temptation of getting back in the bed with you.

Once fully clothed in his usual attire he walked towards the bedroom door, he was about to open it when he felt you stirring on the bed, looking back at you lovingly as you woke up. You stared at him, taking a moment to fully get a hold of yourself before speaking.

“What time is it?” Your eyes squinted in the direction of the clock while you sat up, holding the duvet close to your chest.

“Is almost 8, I have to leave to the labs, you can stay here.” He suggested, wanting to give you some rest.

“And miss all the action? I want to go with you.” You added, trying to test the waters and make sure you both were back to normal.

“Will you wait for me?” You asked him at his lack of response to the previous statement.

He simply nodded, walking over to the bed when you started to get up, silently wrapping his arms around you, feeling the warmth of your skin that peaked out of the duvet you were holding.

“I have been thinking,” he began.

“I will do what you want me to,” he continued, marking how this is something you were pushing on him, he didn’t want to do it but he would for you.

“But we will do it on my terms. I have a plan, and you need to trust me.” He finished.

“I trust you Eo,” you added, smiling at the cute nickname you had come up with for him. He internally cringed, remembering that only his brother had called him “Eo” in his whole life and he usually did it in a mocking manner but coming off of your lips it sounded kind, gentle almost loving. Things he didn’t receive or deserve.

You arrived to the lab together, finding it empty, neither of the team members there yet. You sat around the cortex together, checking over some plans and prototypes Cisco had been working on. The elevator door opened, and the sound of heels and chattering announced that Caitlin and Cisco had arrived, you were seated far away from Eo, not really giving away any reason to raise suspicion. You wish you could tell them; share the joy of being together but you knew it was most likely a topic he wouldn’t want to discuss.

With a discreet glance in your direction Harrison cleared his throat before speaking, addressing Caitlin mainly, he informed her that he would be absent from the lab until mid day, having being offered an invitation to speak at a class in Central City University, Caitlin quickly pulled out the invitation she remembered he had asked her to keep for him, he wasn’t really planning to go but now he needed the perfect excuse to execute his plan.

You didn’t know of this event, he hadn’t mention it, your eyes looked for his discreetly and he nodded his head, offering you some peace that this was part of his work. After he left Barry arrived, the whole team was mostly seated around waiting for anything to happen, any meta-humans to appear but it seemed to be a slow day, frankly most days had been slow since the flash made his debut, keeping everyone on check.

You couldn’t help but drift back to the thoughts in your head, all of them rotating around Eobard like the Earth rotating around the Sun, in this case he was you Sun, your star, the only thing you would ever want in life. Your relationship with him was getting serious, too serious, you could feel it, in the way you knew you loved him, wondering if he loved you or at least if he was capable of loving you back. You wondered what plan was this he was working on? He hadn’t told you anything at all about it, it was probably better if you were kept in the dark.

Midday rolled around and so did him, coming back to the labs and into the cortex, commenting how entertaining and informative the lecture had been, if he said this out of truth or sarcasm you had no idea, there was a fine line between both when it came to this man. The day had remained slow and once it was nearing the afternoon you thought for sure that nothing exciting would happen at all, but soon after the satellite picked up movement near Mercury Labs, soon enough Cisco and Barry were hovering over the screen as it read the tag for reverse flash moving about. Your eyes widened in shock as Eo grabbed your hand cautiously and squeezed it fast in reassurance. How could he be in two places at the same time? What was happening? You were puzzled with curiosity, there was more to this man than what you had ever thought possible and you made a mental note to ask him about this thing later. Barry speeded around the room before Eo could scream at him to be careful, he knew Barry would follow him and try to catch him, this was the bait he had thrown for the team to continue working on the trap.

He didn’t need the tachyon enhancer he was trying to steal from Mercury Labs, but it was the perfect excuse to keep going. Once Barry had finally reached him he was about to leave, having only done all of that as a show, or at least his mirage was about to, Barry did the usual speech he liked to perform where he questioned him to no end before he replied with the same, you will never catch me or this is not over flash. This game had been going on for so long he couldn’t remember how many times those words had been uttered.

Once Barry made it back to the labs he was frantic, questioning why reverse flash would want to steal the device or when had he reappeared since he had stayed on the low for a few weeks now, seeming as he was back they decided to keep working on the trap, to finish it faster and try to catch him. He knew they had taken the bait when Barry informed him later that he wanted him to go with him to talk to Christina about lending them the prototype so they could use it to lure reverse flash out. His plan was working, it was near completion and tomorrow would prove to be a success once he managed to trap himself and use that to free Henry, hoping that this would put an end to your torment.

Everyone stayed late at the lab, working on finishing the trap while he and Barry procured the prototype, it had been a tough negotiation, Christina being very wary of himself. Once they made it back to the lab it was late enough that everyone was leaving, he said his goodnight and retreated to look for you. He found you in one of the workshops, finishing the final touches of your part before he informed you that everyone had left, he asked you to go with him, stay the night with him and you didn’t deny him, how could you if that was the moment of the day you looked forward the most.

It was a little past 10 when you walked through the doors, he got up from the chair, making his usual routine of a drink and some relaxing opera to soothe his nerves. An idea popped in your head, you wanted to take a bath and may as well offer him the chance to accompany you. Walking behind him and circling your hands around his middle your chin resting against the muscles of his impressive back, you spoke.

“Why don’t you come with me, and I will show you something nice.” You said, not wanting to give it away. He raised his eyebrows, his curiosity had been picked, he wanted to know more now.

“What would that be?” He whispered in that husky tone he usually spoke, a smirk present on his face.

“Ah ah, you will have to wait and see, while I get it ready why don’t you get me a drink?” You asked him before moving away from him and in the direction of the room, his eyes following your every movement.

Once in the master bathroom you prepared the water, filling the tub and looking around for anything that would create some sort of bubbles, this man honestly had nothing of the kind, opting for stealing his shampoo you set in motion in feeling the tub completely before stripping and walking out to find him. You found him still by the counter, his back turned to you as you walked behind him, completely naked and hugged him from behind, he turned around in your embrace, his eyes trailing up and down your naked skin as his hands moved on their own accord to your waist, moving up and down feeling your skin while he moved down to press a kiss to your neck, humming in agreement at your current state.

His kisses trailed from your neck to your jaw before his mouth devoured yours with so much intensity, like a starve man eating for the first time in the day, this was exactly what he was feeling after not being able to kiss you all day. Your hands found his chest as you pushed him back, smiling at him. Your hands moved to find his and you pulled him to you, silently asking him to follow you, he obeyed, his eyes falling to your butt once you turned around and guided him to the bathroom, once inside your turned back towards him, your hands grabbing the hem of his shirt and while your lips grazed his, you kissed him slowly, passionately, wanting to feel every inch and curve his mouth had to offer. Once his shirt was off his pants followed soon after along with his underwear, you moved to the edge of the tub touching the water before moving to sit inside, looking at him expectingly.

He moved over, getting slowly inside the tub behind you, leaning back against the wall and sighting at the relive the warmth of the water offered him, one of his hands moved flat against your torso, pushing you back to lay on him while he ran it up and down your middle, caressing softly the skin of you breast and closing his eyes in relaxation when he felt your breathing slowing down, your hand caressing his arm.

“Will you tell me more about how you did that?” You asked him, your voice sleepy.

“How I did what?” He teased you, loving to play dumb for you to push.

“Come on you know what I mean, the speedy thing.” You said, tapping his arm lightly to show him how serious you were. His eyebrows raised in amusement at your chose of words.

“I will, but not today, I’ll tell you tomorrow.” He said.

“Do you promise?” You insisted, knowing how easily he liked to avoid subjects.

“I do, why don’t you relax? Take a nap I’ve got you.” he offered.

“Okay,” you replied sleepily, your eyes felt very heavy as the weight of the day suddenly downed on you, the warm water and the dimly lit bathroom lulling you into a comfortable slumber.

“I love you Eo.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, not that you wanted to, you loved him and you weren’t afraid or ashamed of it. He was your love, he was yours. His arms instantly tightened around you, his breath slightly faltering, his heart speeding up to what would be considered abnormal for someone like him. I love you too, he thought to himself, words he was not ready to voice, words he still struggled to wrap his head around, to understand. But the only thing he knew for sure, the only one he understood in this moment was that you were his and he was yours.

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acciofanfics · 4 years

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Of Course I Knew (Sirius Black x Reader) SMUT

Request: hello! i was wondering if u could do a smut with young sirius black where the reader is like friends w him but she’s v inexperienced and like insecure abt it?? like she hasn’t had her first kiss and she thinks that’s unattractive but he’s like “nope that’s hot” thank you in advance!

Pairing: Young Sirius Black x FemReader

Warnings: Underage sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), maybe language?

Word Count: 1926

A/N: Okay, so I’m trying to push myself with smut writing so any constructive criticism is welcome. Requests are still open and desired. I hope Sirius isn’t too OOC and I’m jumping on the Ben Barnes as young Sirius train! - S

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(Y/N) regretted her decision as soon as she sat down next to her friends. James shot her a goofy grin, “So Matthew, eh?”

She let out a long sigh. All she’d done was accept an offer to Hogsmeade with him, but somehow she had known that would be enough for the teasing. “What’s wrong with Matthew?” She didn’t even like the guy that much and she doubted she’d see him again outside of class, but he seemed more normal than not.

“Well you tell us, (Y/N), you clearly know him better than the rest of us!” Sirius snickered, “Or at least what he’s telling blokes...”

Her face turned bright red. Why that slimy git! The only thing they had done was hold hands.... of course she didn’t really want to tell them that either. 7th year and she hadn’t even kissed a boy. She looked up at Lily who was ready to defend her friend, but (Y/N) quickly stopped her, “Well that’s not of your business, is it? Go ask him if you’re looking for bloody details...”

Lily did not approve of (Y/N)’s lying, and she even told her so. (Y/N) agreed that lying probably wasn’t the best course of action, but she just didn’t want to deal with the teasing that would come from telling the truth. Sure, Remus and Peter would probably leave her alone, but they both knew James and Sirius would get a good laugh. (Y/N) just assumed that she’d let the Matthew rumor play out and soon everything would go back to normal.

That had been wishful thinking. It’d been nearly a week and Sirius still had not let it go. James didn’t even have to be around for him to enjoy the nagging. (Y/N) was about to explode; she grabbed Sirius by his robes and pulled him into one of the many empty rooms of Hogwarts, “Is this what you did with Mat-“

“Oh come off of it, Sirius! You know nothing happened between us! What do you want me to say?! I’m pathetic I haven’t snogged a guy much less slept with one! Happy?”

“Well not entirely... of course I knew nothing happened between you and Matthew, he’s an idiot. I was wondering how long it’d take you to come clean. I’ve been mostly curious as to why you’ve been so keen on us thinking something did happen?” Sirius questioned her, he’d leave the part about him being jealous out for now. It just seemed rather unimportant at the moment.

“You guys are brutal, you know? This much trouble over Matthew... I knew you’d make fun of me even more if you knew how... inexperienced I was.” (Y/N) sighed and looked towards her feet.

“You really think we’d make fun of you for being a virgin? We have moony for that!” Sirius cracked a joke hoping it’d lighten the mood a bit.

“No I think you’d make fun of me because I haven’t even been kissed. I’m sure not even Wormtail is that pathetic...” (Y/N) mimicked his idea of a joke, it seemed to work because he chuckled.

“That’s not pathetic... it’s hot.” Sirius waited until she was looking back up at him before he continued. “But if you’re so worried, I would be more than happy to help you out.”

(Y/N) thought about it... she always had a little crush on Sirius, but honestly she assumed most girls did (he was quite handsome). Would this ruin their friendship? It seemed doubtful, even if there was a new tension between them it would probably run its course and/or Sirius would go out of his way to make sure a comfortable air returned. He was a fiercely loyal friend. “Okay.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. As long as he had been waiting for this moment, he would’ve just slammed his lips into hers, but considering it was her first kiss, he opted for a more gentle approach. He grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her to him, and laid one on her. His lips were firm but soft against hers, and acting purely on instinct and a little bit of what she had seen in books, magazines and movies when she wrapped her arms around him. Sirius smiled against his lips; he took the kiss a step further and gently flicked his tongue across hers and swept it in when she parted them in surprise.

(Y/N) was going with the flow... that was the best she could think of. She wasn't completely naive to what was going on. She was seventeen years old; she'd had thoughts and heard talk and being half-blood there was no shortage of information available to her when she was home for the summer... she’d learned a few things, of course reading/watching and actually doing were two different things. Sirius thought she must’ve been a liar or a natural, because it was one of the best kisses he’d had in awhile (perhaps who it was with helped too).

Breathless, the two parted and Sirius being Sirius had to speak first, “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Oh, shut up...” (Y/N) blushed. Sirius... always the jokester.

“As you wish.” Sirius leaned down and kissed her again. He was pleased to see she immediately reacted to him; briefly he was worried he might've been overstepping a boundary. She had agreed to a first kiss not a second one, but that worry melted away quickly.

(Y/N) slowly felt her nerousness disappate, and she moved naturally with him. Sirius carefully backed the girl into one of the dusty desks, and helped her up by grabbing her thighs and lifting. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, and once she was safely on top she loosened her grip on him. Sirius instead pushed himself closer to her and grabbed her thighs again to keep her wrapped around him. (Y/N) had no problem obliging his request, he clearly knew what he was doing and was happy to learn.

Her robes were pushed off of her shoulders and she shook her arms out of the sleeves. There were still entirely too many layers for his liking but he didn’t have to worry about it too much... (Y/N) immediately loosened her tie and broke away to peel off her sweater. Sirius too her absence to play catch up, discarding every article of clothing that she had, plus one (he never liked that stupid tie).

(Y/N) let out a soft moan when Sirius’ mouth found her neck. The noise egged him, his gentle nips because a little harsher; perhaps he was secretly hoping to leave a mark on her flesh. His fingers worked on the buttons on her shirt and being the gentleman he was he helped her out of it.

Sirius paused for look at her. Her skin was flushed and her lips swollen, and she was completely bare from the waist up except for the tie that hung between her breasts. “Blood hell, (Y/N)...”

She would’ve assumed she would have been embarrassed in the situation, but oddly enough, (Y/N) felt more excited than anything else. She could see that the front of his trousers fit a little tighter than they did when they first walked into the room and she knew Sirius well enough to know they look on his face was not a displeased one. Feeling the slightest bit confident, she leaned back on her elbows and let him take in the sight. She found herself disappointed when he didn’t kiss her again, instead he leaned in ghosting his lips across hers while he began working on removing his own shirt, “Has anyone seen you like this?”

“No,” (Y/N) whimpered, ready for him to touch her again.

“I’m the only who’s got to kiss you, the only one who’s gotten to see your body, to touch it. Do you have any idea how much that turns me on?” Sirius growled against her ear.

“No, but you could show me.” That was all it took to make Sirius snap. They’d definitely be missing Potions today, but screw it. Remus and Lily would probably share their notes after a good scolding.

His lips found hers again and in a flash they were gone. Abandoning hers for a new adventure. (Y/N) didn’t mind one bit in fact she was in favor of his endeavor. A shiver shot through her spine when his tongue flicked across her hardened nipple. And her nails dug into the wood of the desk when he took it in his mouth. Another low moan fell from her lips while he used his hands and his mouth to turn her mind foggy.

Sirius let his other hand slip under her skirt, he teased her through her damp underwear for a few moments, but then slipped his fingers past them and into her. Sirius pumped his fingers into her, hopefully getting her more familiar with the sensation and getting her to relax. His original plan was to go torturously slow until she begged for him, but he found his own self palming his erection for a little relief. When she moaned out his name, that was enough for him.

He worked fast to get the rest of their clothes off. (Y/N) felt like she was in a daze, intoxicated by everything he was doing to her, because the next thing she knew she felt Sirius rubbing his cock against her, getting himself well lubricated for the next step. “You sure this is what you want?”

Unable to form words she nodded and screwed her eyes shut when he began to slide into her. It wasn’t entirely bad at all; different, and an adjustment but absolutely tolerable. Sirius on the other hand was having to will himself to keep his cool, a low groan erupted from his throat as he fully sheathed himself inside the girl. Soon enough he’d be able to properly drive into her until she couldn’t stand to walk, but that’d be another time. This time, her first time he pulled out slowly, enjoying the way she made his dick glisten.

(Y/N) thought that perhaps sex was a bit over hyped in the cosmopolitan magazines her mother got, but slowly her body began to adjust. She began to enjoy the slow drag of him pulling out and then pushing back in and then when he quickened his pace it was nothing less than pleasurable. When Sirius felt her relax he began to adjust his thrusts, still not pounding her into oblivion, but fast enough they’d both be satisfied. Sirius reached between them teasing the bundle of nerves between her legs, he rubbed until (Y/N) let out a strangled cry and he felt her tighten around him.

His hips snapped a little quicker and his rhythm became a little more sporadic as he felt a familiar feeling getting closer. Sirius focused on the girl in front of him, she was still riding out her her high and utterly awe-striking, he couldn’t believe what he was doing. Watching her writhe beneath him brought him closer and it wasn’t long before he gave into the pleasure himself; thrusting a few more times before stilling himself inside of her.

“Wow... I see why people enjoy that so much.” (Y/N) let out an exhausted laugh.

“I’d like to put in a formal request that I be the only one you do this with.” Sirius chuckled along with her, but not because he was joking, “I’ve never been that great at sharing.”

“As long as you’re aware I feel the same, Black.”

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