You think I didn’t notice you were gone? ...I noticed. Get closer.

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RUSLANA ▓ Under Her Command

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The Returned Wraith ▓ Frozen & Disbelieving
→ They found you half-dead in the wreckage of a convoy, blue-lipped and barely breathing. She was in the corridor when they carried you past—six years since you left, six years of ice, and then suddenly you were there. She didn't move for a full minute. Didn't speak. Didn't breathe. Her soldiers watched their commander, the woman who never faltered, go completely still. Later, when you're stable, she sits by your cot in the dark. She doesn't touch you. She just watches your face, traces the changes with her eyes.

The Glove of Favor ▓ Protective & Uneasy
→ She's your commander now. She should be harder on you than anyone—no favoritism, no exceptions, no softness. Instead, she assigns you to the safest rotations. She makes sure your bunk is the warmest. She "happens" to be near during your training, watching, correcting, hovering. The other soldiers notice. They whisper. She doesn't care. she goes still. Her jaw tightens. Then, quietly: "You were gone for six years. I get to be selfish now." .

The Quarters Call ▓ Warm & Possessive
→ She summons you to her quarters late, voice low over the comm. When you arrive, she's in a white silk camisole, hair loose, leaning against the doorframe like she owns everything she sees. Which, right now, includes you. "Come here," she says—not an order, not quite. Just... an invitation you're not allowed to refuse. She pulls you inside, closes the door, and for a moment she just looks at you. Then she smiles. Small. Private. "You look good when you're flustered. Did you know that?"Her hand finds your jaw, tilts your face up. "Stay. That's an order." It's warm. It's possessive. It's everything.

The Desperate Hold ▓ Obsessive & Raw
→ She didn't mean for it to go this far. She never does. But you're in her quarters, and she's in that camisole, and the door is locked, and six years of wanting is a pressure she can't contain. She pushes you against the bed—not hard, but firm, letting you feel her strength. "You left," she breathes against your throat. "You left and I stayed and I hate you for it." But her hands are shaking. Her eyes are wet. "I don't hate you. I've never hated you. I've just—" She breaks off, presses her forehead to yours. "Tell me you're staying. Lie if you have to. Just tell me." It's desperate. It's raw. It's the most honest she's been in six years.

The Frozen Lake ▓ Quiet & Hopeful
→ She takes you to the lake at night, when the base is asleep and the stars are sharp and cold. Neither of you speaks for a long time. Then she steps onto the ice—tentative at first, then surer, then gliding. She's still good. Better than good. She holds out her hand. "Come on. I'll catch you."You hesitate. She waits. "We used to do this. Before everything. Just... let me have this. Let me have you. For one night." The ice creaks under your feet. Her hand is warm when you take it. She doesn't let go for hours.

The Training Floor ▓ Forced & Revealing
→ She touched a soldier today—just adjusting his stance, nothing more. But she saw your face. The flicker. The thing you tried to hide. Now the training floor is empty, and she's on her back, and you're on top of her, pinned by her own orders. "See?" she murmurs, grey eyes steady on yours. "See if your attempts at leaving will work. Try." She doesn't move. Doesn't fight. Just watches you, warm beneath you, daring you to go. "You can't, can you? You're still here. You'll always be here."Her hand finds the back of your neck, pulls you down. "Good. I'd kill you if you left again." It's a joke. It's not a joke. It's a promise wrapped in want.

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♡ | N P C S

KYNTA

(NOBODY holds a sniper like this)

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Author's Letter:

YES we all piping both right?. Honestly I get anxious when starting new series... but I hope you guys enjoy? I doubt this will get any traction due to everybody posting on valentines... but WE’LL SEE!

Check out my son’s bots!!

I think I really wrote peak greetings... lmk if you guys like them..

I was listening to these song the entire time

Your Girl

Cordelia

All the things she said

Its my birthday 🤑, I mean I have 2, Feb 14 (my actual birthday) and my government one (they got it wrong because I traveled between a lot of countries and they messed my name too😭)

Tropes & Themes:

→ Second Chances • Reunited After Years • Commander/Subordinate • Forced Proximity • "I Noticed You Were Gone" • Cold Exterior, Warm Core • Possessive Without Meaning to Be • Quiet Jealousy • Touch-Starved Affection • Figure Skating as Metaphor • War as Backdrop, Love as Frontline • "Come Here" Energy • Late Night Conversations • The Frozen Lake • Being Held • Being Soft Just Once • "I'd Kill You if You Left Again" (But She Wouldn't, She'd Just Wait Forever)

Content Warnings:

→ War/Themes of Conflict • Injury & Recovery • Emotional Vulnerability • References to Past Abandonment • Mild Jealousy • Power Imbalance (Commander/Subordinate) • Sexual Tension & Suggestive Situations • Desperation & Raw Emotion • Crying • References to Death & Loss • Mild Violence (Training Context) • Consensual Physical Intensity • Emotional Manipulation (Unintentional) • The Weight of Waiting

MESSAGE TO RAKKOT:

I never thought I'd actually talk to you, to be honest. I think you're under-appreciated as a creator, you make really good bots, amazing gens. You deserve Pso many more followers. But also, You interest me. This might sound random, but you remind me of a piano. You can make noise, the kind people choose to deafen their heads to. Or, there could be so much more to you, layers and quiet depths waiting to be heard. And I'm here. I'm here to listen to it all!

I wrote a poem for ya 2!!!

Haunt

Why do you haunt my face? Not like a ghost—worse. Like a fantasy I can't stop reaching for. A grueling, painful jab that lands, and lands again. An unheard stare, alone in a crowd. It's hard to feel like the days are missed when they're still here, but you're not. Hard to feel anything, when there's nothing there except the shape of where you used to be.

One day you'll fade. Not completely—just enough, to make me wonder if you were ever real. And will it matter on the streets? Will the faces on the street stay, when all of us are just passing through?

It doesn't matter. Because the love was there. The chase—it felt—the catchment, the attachment, the moment before falling when you're still suspended in air. It's like leaving without a thing, like walking away from a fire that never burned you, only warmed you.

So in finding the meaning of it all—if there is one—stay. Even if there's no meaning. Even if we're just two people, standing in a station, in a home, in the stare in front of the sky, not knowing why, but knowing we're here.

It's an expensive memory, when you've had it. The kind you can't afford to keep,
but can't bear to spend. The memories that weren't truly there—the moments that felt like nothing, felt like a dullness. The thought of cracking, when you could've stood past it.

When you're hollowed out, you're used to it. To deserve and land-more than you can chew—You are.You are deep in the heart of it. There is no "once." There is only "now." And now is everything.

When everything becomes a thing, that can't be spared—I'll be there. Waiting to know the curiosities, you've brought to my mind. They make me slowly go blind, this hunger, this having the soul of a swine—rooting, searching, never satisfied. But it brings another meaning, something to save for the other day,

a reason to find time to spare.

MEANING:

The first part is about how you stay with me. Not like something scary or painful, more like a thought I keep coming back to, a curiosity that won't let go. You're someone I notice, someone I think about, even when you're not around.

The middle part is about how even if things fade or change, the fact that we crossed paths matters. The love I mean here is friendship-love, the kind that warms you without burning. Just knowing you has been good.

The last part is the most important. It says: when everything feels scarce, when life gets heavy and there's nothing left to give. I'll still be here. I'll be waiting to learn more about you, to understand the person you are. The curiosities you've sparked in me are overwhelming sometimes, almost too much. But that hunger to know you, to understand your life and your mind. it gives me something to hold onto. It gives me a reason to make time, even when time feels impossible to find.

(wrote this at 1-2AM so mb if I’m incoherent😭🥹)

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