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@nexischillin thank you for telling I didn’t post this. Found it finally. ARTIST OF GBA, draw any scenes please… I’ll make a fanfic of any of your choosing.. pretty please? On Colt’s dead fiancé’s grave?
Line of Fire
Lady Zariya x Reader (Guard AU – Post-Incident, Emotional Tension)
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It had been four nights since the attack.
Four nights since you took the blade for her.
The wound was clean now—your ribs still sore, your movements stiff—but you’d refused to be pulled from duty. You said it was loyalty.
The truth?
It was her.
You stood outside her office, motionless as ever, face carved from stone. But inside? You’d felt off-balance ever since you’d seen her look at you—not with her usual dismissive curiosity, but with something sharper. Something vulnerable.
Zariya didn’t do vulnerable.
“Enter,” came her voice, low and clear, before you even knocked.
You stepped in.
She was alone. Leaning against the table, hands behind her, her robe a deep violet trimmed in black—tailored sharp as her tongue. The skyline burned behind her, Nation’s endless towers catching fire in the dying light.
“You’re still limping,” she said without looking up.
“I’m still on my feet,” you replied.
She turned then, slowly. Her eyes skimmed your frame—not in appraisal, not in desire. In assessment. Like a weapon she wanted to test again.
“You saved my life.”
“I did my job.”
“You bled for me,” she said, and her tone was suddenly soft. Too soft. “Why?”
The question felt like a trap.
“I was positioned to intercept.”
“I have ten guards positioned to intercept.”
You hesitated. “I’m not like the others.”
“No,” she said. “You’re not.”
She crossed the room slowly, heels clicking like a countdown.
When she stood in front of you, she didn’t speak. Just looked. Long enough for the silence to crack something in your chest.
“…Lady Zariya,” you said. “If I’ve crossed a line—”
“You haven’t,” she interrupted.
“But—”
“Not yet.”
She reached out, brushed her fingers across your sleeve, just above where the blade had gone in. Her touch was careful. Calculated.
“You stood between me and death.”
You swallowed hard. “I’d do it again.”
“I know.” Her voice lowered to a hush. “That’s what terrifies me.”
You blinked. “Terrifies you?”
Her gaze burned into yours. “Because I don’t want to lose you.”
Your heart stuttered. “Then don’t.”
A beat passed. Then another.
And then—her hand slid up, slow, deliberate, curling behind your neck, tugging you just close enough to taste the wine on her breath.
She didn’t kiss you.
Not yet.
“Say it,” she whispered. “Say you’re mine.”
You didn’t hesitate.
“I’m yours.”
And she smiled.
Not her public smile. Not the one she used for crowds and puppets and pawns.
Me, beginning to read Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle: Now remember, while this book is obviously going to explore and potentially, hopefully subvert the titular trope, it is still a horror book with, I presume, multiple queer characters, and some of them may die. Steel your heart.
Bury Your Gays: *introduces awesome aroace BFF character*
Me: Okay, but if anything bad happens to HER, I will burn everything to the motherfucking ground.
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“You have got to be kidding me.”
“No,” John said, and there was regret in his voice. “I am certainly not, Greg.”
“So basically,” Greg said, needing to summarise it all, “You’re telling me the guy I’m interested in is probably interested back, and in order to stop him getting so depressed he contemplates killing himself I should go along with his brain and pretend we’re together for the foreseeable future until his brain realises he’s wrong and he gets so embarrassed we never see each other again.”
John paused, considering Greg’s words. “Well, yeah, kind of,” he answered eventually.
“I do not have a choice in this, do I?”
“I don’t really think so, no,” John replied. “I know, it’s weird and shit and just…weird.”
We’ll dicuss this fic on 29 November 2021 at 19.00 (London time) on discord. DM me for an invite.
Hello, Orion here. I thought I would add this entry. She would probably want this to be recorded. I did a quick overview of the previous entries from her. I had no idea. She won’t be too happy when she wakes up. For one thing, I’m not counting this a breach of our agreement. For another, this way there will be another side to what happened in case you don’t remember everything that had happened.
I’d like to add my shock that you are a wolf. I don’t hate you for being different, and I understand why you would keep this a secret. I always wondered why you were researching everything that you were and not posting your findings on any boards, and now I know. Let me say this also, I won’t be going to the government. One, you are my paycheck. Two, you have such a brilliant mind to waste being cut up.
However, based on what you’ve written down, this is the first time you transformed during the day. It seems like your neighbors have been giving you issues with the wall and staying off your property. You have been protective of this land and the wolves that I thought you were an animal activist in your spare time. Which I should have realized wasn’t fact. You never take a break, unless it was to visit family or game day with your friends. It seems like the neighbors crossed your wall, and somehow you knew even with the alarm not going off. You raced into the woods to find the wolves, hoping to help them out.
I shouldn’t have followed. I knew you had wolves and that they were friendly to you, but they didn’t really like others around. But I couldn’t just let you go out there yourself. Given you are a petite woman, and your neighbors are “bat shit crazy” as you put it. I didn’t want you hurt and if anything I could maybe call someone for help while also helping you.
I’ve uploaded a video to this entry. Thought taking a video of them trespassing on your property will help you with the cops if they had to show up. I deleted it from my phone after I uploaded it here. I’m not sure if you have a spot for videos of you transforming or if you have some of you as a wolf. To be honest, I was petrified, but I also really was in awe. There was no hesitation, the moment the man pointed the gun to the wolf pup, it seemed your instincts kicked over drive and you attacked.
I won’t go into much detail because the story I gave the cops is what I’m sticking to. I’m just glad it was only the man who was there and not his sons. It would have been much more difficult to cover. What the police think is that the man entered your property without permission. Upon observing the wolves and their pups, you went to stop the guy from killing them. He attacked you and the wolves were the one who killed him. Given the injuries the man had and the fact that you got scraped a bit from him shoving you to the side, the storyline was plausible. I got there too late to save him, but was able to call the cops and ambulance to arrive.
We can discuss what will happen from now on given I now know your secret. I’ll just leave with, I’m glad I know now. I hope I’m not fired, and if anything, I come from a family of chemists. I might be able to help you find this cure you are so determined to find.
I’m a murderer. My wolf and I both saw red the moment he threatened the pups. I remember that much. I think my wolf shielded me from the rest, or maybe my subconscious knew my human side wasn’t going to be able to handle that. All I know is the blood lust was only for that man, he was the source of all that hatred and pure need for killing.
I’ve been found out...How did my neighbor get past my sensors? How do I make it to where this doesn’t happen again? Am I safe? What should I do?
Lan Xichen paced up and down his room. He couldn’t settle down in meditation. He couldn’t simply wait. Not anymore. Jiang Cheng had said that he would be back before Lan Xichen’s bedtime hour. It was now half an hour past and he still hadn’t returned.
“It’s only a small hunt,” Jiang Cheng had said. “Nothing to worry about. I have my disciples with me. Stay Xichen, you’ve just arrived; you should rest after your flight.”
He’d nodded at Jiang Cheng, asking him to be careful, and had seen him off. Jiang Cheng was a strong cultivator. There wasn’t much he couldn’t handle, especially with his disciples near. But he was late.
