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pascalscenarios · 3 years

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THE ONE (Frankie Morales x Reader)

THE ONE

Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: After the ordeal with Frankie, You spend your time alone. In the mean time, Lilah plans on talking to you.

Warning: Mild Swearing

Words: 2,909

Authors Note: Hello! I hope you all are well! This chapter has me in my feels... I’m debating how long I should make this fic... I think I’m going up to 10, but we’ll see... Enjoy :) - K

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 5.5 | CH 6 |

Chapter 6

You were locked up in your bedroom. You didn’t dare to come out and face Alex. They were sweet, giving you space for a couple of hours to deal with your feelings after the whole Frankie ordeal. You were curled up in your bed, your eyes puffy from balling your eyes out. You staring out the window watching the rainfall.

He told you he loved you. Frankie told you he loved you. You knew he loved you, but after all these years he still wanted to be with you? He had a whole decade to make things right with you, but he decided to swoop in last minute a week before your wedding to fuck things.

He also had no right to tell you how to feel about him. How did you feel?

You heard a knock on the door.

“Babe?” Alex says softly opening the door. They watch you lie there on the bed.

They walk over sitting at the foot of the bed.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered.

“Hun, you have nothing to be sorry about.” They rub your back comforting you.

You turn to face Alex, sitting up in bed, resting your back against the wall. You pulled the blanket up more, grabbing a pillow to clutch in your arms.

“I know you have a lot of questions.” your voice trembled.

Alex stays silent waiting for you to talk.

“When I went out with the girls clubbing, I got lost, I thought I called you, but I accidentally called Frankie. He came picked up, I crashed at his place, nothing happened, but I was hanging out with him today”

Alex looked relieved.

“But I haven’t been completely honest with you about Frankie…” You couldn’t look Alex in the eyes.

“The day we went cake testing, I told you Frankie was an old friend...he is an old friend. I’ve known him since I was a kid, but at one point we used to date...he’s my ex-boyfriend.” You confessed.

You kept spilling everything.

“I’ve never talked about him with you because I didn’t think I would need to. I didn’t think I would ever see him again. I found out why he left me, he has a daughter. I’m not mad at him at that, not one bit, but it just hurts that he didn’t tell me... and then he told me he still loved me. I know I shouldn’t care, because I’m not with him- I’m with you, but part of me does care-”

You scrunch your face, your lips trembling as you try to stop yourself from shedding tears, but they still manage to fall.

“Ever since he came back- I don’t know how I’m feeling and its suffocating, I’m so confused my head is just-”

“I think I should go,” Alex says.

“W-what?” Your eyes widen

“I think we need time apart” Your chest heaved as you heard them say that. Everything was crashing down on you. You bared your feelings and now he wants to leave you? The feeling you were getting felt exactly like the night Frankie left you.

“B-but the wedding is next week-”

“I know…” They move closer to the bed, grabbing a hold of your hands.

“I think you and I need to think things over alone. We need a couple of days to wrap our head around things, figure out what we want-”

“But I want you…Please don’t go, I’m sorry- ” You cried.

“Don’t be sorry. Look, it’ll only be a couple of days...After we thought about things, well come back and talk about us. We’ll figure things out, I promise, but right now, we need to think about if this is truly what we want, what you want.”

“Alex…”

“No matter what, I love you” They kiss you on the forehead, then leave the bedroom.

…

“My uncle Santiago who told me everything Rehma! The photos of the person in the shoebox was my dad’s childhood sweetheart. They’re Uncle Santi’s cousin. They called them Smiles” Lilah was laying on her bed, staring at a photo of you, Frankie.

“That’s crazy! What happened between them?” Rehma, Lilah’s best friend, was over their phone call.

“Me…” Lilah signs placing the photo down, rolling on to her back.

“What, what do you mean you?”

“You know how I didn’t meet my dad until I was five...Well, he was with Smiles at the time.”

“Right, your mom didn’t tell him about you…”

“...Because he was with Smiles…”

“What? That’s why your mom didn’t tell him?”

“I mean I guess, my parents weren’t serious. They didn’t last long, they thought it was best to remain friends. Obviously, my mom should have told my Dad about me, but I don’t think she wanted to ruin what he and smiles had, but ultimately he was the one that ended up doing that.”

“What do you mean?

“He left smiles and went after me… for a whole decade they had no idea about me.”

“What a mess!” Rehma gasped.

“Tell me about it! but I just feel bad he left Smiles in the dust like that. This is the love of his life!”

“What about you? How are you feeling about all this?” Rehma asked.

“I have him. He’s forever in my life now. He loves me, I do not doubt that ever. He’s always put me and my needs first, I mean obviously, he’s a dad, that's the job, but it’s time he puts himself first. I’m fifteen, I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m growing older, being more independent…I’ve never seen him be with anyone since the day he brought me home. I just want him to be happy you know.”

“Wow, that's-”

“That's why I'm going to talk to Smiles!” Lilah sits up in bed.

“Are you crazy?! What are you gonna do, pull a parent trap???”

“Some things like that…'' Lilah grabs the photo of you and Frankie, pulling out the shoebox that was hidden underneath your bed.

“I mean I think it’s cute you wanna set your dad up again with his childhood sweetheart, but what if this goes wrong?”

“Act now, think later, fuck it right?!” Lilah squeezes the phone between her shoulder and cheek, as she grabs her backpack, stuffing the boxes in.

“Moon!” Frankie shouted from the hallway.

“I gotta go!”

“Text me how it goes! If you need backup, call me!”

“Okay bye!”

“Moon?” Lilah quickly slips up the bag and hangs up the phone.

Frankie walks into Lilah’s room, finding her on the floor with her bag.

“Yeah, Dad?” She smiles.

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing..” She stands up, slinging the bag over her shoulder.

“Where are you going?” He asks to lean against the doorframe.

“Is it okay if I go to Rehma’s? We have homework and a project to do…” Lilah lied.

“You just go home from school…”

“I know, but she's freaking out about everything. Mrs. Pike is kicking our ass lately with everything.

“Yeah, just be home before-”

“Thanks, dad!” Lilah quickly walks up to Frankie kissing him on the cheek and bolts out the door.

“-Sunset!”

“Got it! Bye love you!” She called out. Lilah was standing outside her house. She pulls out her phone, looking in her notes for your address she took down in her notes.

“Alright, Smiles… Where do you live?”

...

You spent Valentine's day alone, curled up on the couch, a pile of junk food around you, watching your favorite romantic comedies. You were doing the same thing three days later. You were wearing pajamas, your hair disheveled, your eyes still puffy from crying. It has been a terrible week so far.

You avoid thinking about everything, just wanting to take time to do absolutely nothing and veg out.

You were eating ice cream from the carton when you heard your doorbell ring. You didn’t bother to get up and answer it. You just wanted to be left alone. The ringing became persistent. You groaned, setting the carton down on the couch and getting up to answer the door.

You open the door to find a letter on the ground with your name on it. You pick up the letter opening it.

Frontier Park @ 5:00 pm

You look up, scanning the neighborhood, there was no one around. Who could this be from? Alex? Maybe Santiago...Frankie?

You went back inside your house, checking the time. It was 3:45, almost noon. You looked at our messy living room. Maybe you should get out. You’ve been cooped up in the house for too long. You needed some fresh air and gained back a clear and unclouded mind.

…

You got changed and headed to the park. It was a nice day, with a slight cool breeze. You sat on the bench and overlooked the pond. You sat there admiring the beautiful flowers and the cute ducks that swam on the pond.

From the corner of your eye, you see someone walking towards you. It was a young girl. As she gets closer to you, you realize who she was. You stand up as she approaches you.

“H-hi…” she stutters, stopping in front of you. “I’m-”

“Lilah” you gasp. You couldn't help but smile. She looked just like Frankie. You couldn’t believe she was standing in front of you.

You extend your hand out, introducing yourself. You both sat down on the bench.

“I can’t believe I’m meeting you right now…” Lilah says in a bit of shock.

“I can’t believe I’m meeting you either...I’m guessing you’re the one who left the letter at my doorstep. Are you alright? Did something happen? Is Frankie okay?” You were concerned for her, Frankie even. You had no idea why you were meeting her, but if she needed anything, you were willing to help her.

Lilah smiled. You were just like Santiago in her eyes. You were concerned and caring just like him. “Yes, I am. Everythings fine, I’m fine...Dad’s... Sorta okay I guess…” she says awkwardly.

“I’m sorry ambush you like this-”

“No! It’s alright... I - Just- How did you find me? How do you even know who I am?” Had Frankie told her about you?

“Uncle Santiago…”

“Of course” you rolled your eyes, chuckling.

“I went to Uncle Santi’s house, he answered questions I had…I found your address in the junk drawer in his kitchen...I wanted to talk to you about you and my dad... Uncle Santiago to me everything…”

You stiffen. Why the hell would your cousin air out all your dirty laundry with Frankie out on his Daughter?

“My dad has an old Shoebox filled with old photos of the two of you hidden in the back of the hallway closet.” She pulled the shoebox out of her bag, handing it to you.

You take the lid off staring down at a stack of photos.

“I would catch him staring at them from time to time. I used to look through these photos without him knowing. I always wondered who you were. I knew you must have been someone important to him. My best was that you two dated, Uncle Santi, confirmed that, but I found Dad bringing it back out for the first time in a long time, about a month ago. He’s been different lately. He’s sad. He tries to hide it from me, acting like he’s fine, but I can see right through him.”

You shuffle through the photos, a sad smile on your face at the memories they brought back to you.

“I just wanted to apologize, I know what happened between you and my dad… I know I’m the cause-”

“No no no.” You shake your head, setting the photos down in the box between you, placing your hand on her back.

“Lilah, that wasn’t your fault. What happened between Frankie and I is between us. Your Dad needed to go after you, and I don’t blame him one bit for doing that, that would be selfish of me.”

“I wish he would have told you about me. I think it’s terrible that he left without saying anything. And all those years without knowing-”

“I wish he would have told me too, but what’s most important is that he has you. You’re all he needs”

“Yeah he does have me, but what he needs is you. You’re his missing piece to his puzzle. He could never love someone as much as he loves you and me.”

“Lilah…” You turn away from her, tears starting to form in your eyes at what she said.

“Look, I know you’re getting married a-and I know my dad hurt you, but I think you should be with him. You’re the love of his life...You’re the one that got aw-”

“Lilah!” You hear a man shout.

You see Frankie walking towards you both.

“Oh, shit” Lilah murmurs quickly standing, grabbing the shoe box, she had no time to hide away in her bag as well as you.

“Lilah!” He was angry. You quickly stand up

“Dad!-”

“Lilah what-” He stops talking, taken back by you standing beside his daughter.

“Smiles?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you confused. He turns his focus back on his daughter.

“Lilah, what the HELL are you doing?!”

“Dad, I-”

“You lied to me about where you were going?! You left your books at the house, I went over to Rehma’s, only for her parents to tell me you weren’t over there!”

“Dammit, I forgot to tell her the plan..” Lilah mumbled, closing her eyes.

“Lilah, what are you even doing?! And why are you here with my daughter?” He pointed at you. His eyes catch the box “Where did you get that?” he looks up at Lilah

“The hallways closet…I-I know about you and smiles…”

His chest heaves. “What is this?” He turns his attention towards you, staring at you tensely. “You are trying to get back at me for all the shit I did?! You really gotta drag my kid into this?!” he yelled.

“Frankie-” you tried to explain, but he wouldn’t let you speak

“I know I fuck up, but this is low! You don’t go meeting up with my kid and talk about our business! Why would you even-”

“I’m the one that asked them to meet me here!” Lilah spoke up.

“Lilah, how do you even know-”

“Uncle Santiago told me. He told me everything. Valentine's day when I told you I was a Rehma, I was at Uncle Santi’s house. I’ve known about the shoebox for years, Dad…”

He scoffs. “Of course he fucking did...Why are you here with smiles?”

“...I was…” Lilah looks down at the ground.

“You were what, Lilah?”

She sighed. “..I was trying to get them to take you back…”

“Oh god…” Frankie groans, rubbing his face.

“Dad, I’m-”

“Lilah! You can’t be serious right now!!!” he began to yell again.

“Dad, you're sad! I can see past the fake smiles and the facade you put up! I’ve seen the way you look at those photos! I thought I could-”

“You have absolutely NO right doing what you did!!! Lying to me, going behind my back, and getting involved in things you don’t understand and that are none of your business!!! You need to apologize to Smiles right now.”

Lilah turns to face you. “I’m sorry…” She whispers, you see the tears forming in her eyes.

“Go wait for me in the truck-”

“Dad-” she croaks.

“I said go wait in the truck. We’ll finish this conversation at home.” He says strictly.

Lilah listened to her father, quickly walking in the direction of the parking lot.

Frankie felt embarrassed and humiliated. He was angry with his daughter that she would put him in a situation like this.

“Frankie-”

“Don’t, Smiles...Just don’t.” He played his hands on his hips, his head hung low. He turns around, his back towards you. He stares off at the forest a few yards away.

“She meant well, Frankie…”

“Yeah, but nothing she does or planned on is going to change anything…” he chuckles.

“You’re still going to get married.” He turned to face you. He was crying.

It was the first time in a long while since you saw him cry. He bottled up his feelings, but he finally found his breaking point.

“I thought it was gonna be us you know. You were it for me. You were the one, but I fucked things up. I fucked things up so bad.” He cried, his eyes growing red. “I should have told you about Lilah. I should have never left you like that, the way that I did. I’ve regretted it every day. We’d probably still be together. A-and now you’re about to get hitched to someone that isn’t me in a couple of days.That should me! I should be the one waiting to see you walk down that aisle, that should be me you’re walking towards, not Alex…”

You hadn’t realized you were crying.

“I’m gonna have to live with that for the rest of my life.”

“Frankie..” you breathed. He walked up towards you, grabbing your side of your face, passionately kissing you. The kiss was desperate, he pulled you closer to him. He needed to kiss you one last time. You both pull away breathless, but he sneaks a few more short kisses before you both rest your foreheads against each other.

“I love you so much, Smiles... I’m sorry for everything.” With that, he pulls away from your grasp, walking away.

He leaves you standing alone.

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glacecakes · 3 years

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Underneath and Unheard

It's earth angst time babyyyyyyy

I was in a bit of a rut the past few weeks. Some messed up stuff happened and what was my coping mechanism is now a part of my trauma which is f u n but the only way out is through so I'm gonna plow through some fics and focus on what makes me happy instead of what is expected of me, regardless of the people who wanted to hurt me. And that includes this.

This was partially written on the Varian Hivemind server. If you wanna join just ask me here, we love to write mini varian fics and debate the show and just be all around silly! All are welcome.

With how mundane their routine had become, it was only fitting they were due for change.

Everyday had become the same: Quirin would wake up with the sun, go (attempt to) wake Varian up, make breakfast, wake Varian for real, and leave to tend the fields. Varian, after shaking sleep out of his eyes, would scarf down the now-cold breakfast and hunker down in his lab till they reunited for lunch and again at dinner. Repeat ad nauseum. The last big change to this years-old routine had been the addition of Ruddiger, but all that meant was another plate at the table.

That was how the day started, same as any other. Breakfast had been slightly soggy pancakes coupled with an apple that Ruddiger stole, before the two retreated to the relative quiet of the basement lab.

Quiet, peaceful… lonely.

“Alright buddy!” Varian chimed, lifting a beaker into the light so he could see its contents better. “So the last few batches have been a dud. No biggie! We just gotta get the recipe for Flynnolium down and we’ll be all set to start building the actual tankers.” Dad wouldn’t let him start any large scale projects without a comprehensive plan. Otherwise he could… How did dad put it? “Blow up the town”? Pfft! Yea right! His plans were foolproof! ...Most of the time.

Ruddiger stretched, having dozed off, and then shook out his body. He jumped down from his perch to trail Varian’s legs, letting out a happy chirp and getting a buck-toothed grin in return.

“You ready to help?” At the responding chitter, the alchemist slid his goggles on. “Great! Let’s get started.”

The creature hopped up onto the table, passing Varian a few chemicals as the boy asked. They worked in tandem like a well-oiled machine, so used to the routine that it took no effort at all to keep the momentum going. The chemical in the beaker began to glow a neon green, bubbling and hissing slightly as some salt was added.

“And now…” Varian hummed, setting the mixture on his hot plate. “Simmer for 10 minutes…” He stuck his tongue out in concentration. 430 degrees, no more, no less. Too cold and the mixture would solidify before the reaction was complete, too hot and… well… let’s just say too hot was a very bad idea.

Ruddiger trilled, hopping down and popping out of the lab’s window to get some fresh air. The boy paid him no heed, it was common for him to sneak out, steal some fruit, and come back ready to help again. Quite a glutton he was, Varian thought to himself with a snicker. Oh well, as long as he was back in 10 minutes it wouldn’t be a big deal.

Ruddiger’s ringed tail swung with each step, happily wandering down the familiar trail and into the fields towards Quirin. The knight was wary of him at first, and to an extent, still was. It’s not every day a wild creature decides to adopt your son, after all. But Ruddiger was more like a cat than an actual raccoon, content to laze in sunbeams and steal snacks and sit in laps. So despite Quirin’s reservations, he didn’t really have any argument of substance against keeping the critter, so long as he was clean and without signs of illness.

No greater love than a dad and the pet he didn’t want, as they say.

Sweat dripped from Quirin’s brow, salting the earth he worked on. His muscles strained and fingers blistered around his tools, yet still he didn’t mind. It was no different than his previous life, used to abusing his muscles to their fullest extent. He wiped the excess sweat and turned at the familiar noise at his feet.

Ruddiger stared expectantly. He would climb up onto the man’s shoulders, but he knew from experience that doing it while he was working ended in Quirin physically dragging him back to Varian. Instead, he weaved between large legs, chirruping all the way.

“Hello Ruddiger,” Quirin greeted, smirking and standing to his full height, his back screaming in protest. He really ought to steal Varian for a few days, he’d help the chores get done a lot faster… but Varian hated farm work, and the dad would much rather have a few extra aches than deal with a moody teenager whining all day long.

“I take it you want a treat?” Ruddiger sat in place, eyes wide and almost puppy-like in his begging stance. Quirin laughed, grabbing some produce from his nearby cart.

“Fresh off the trees,” the man said, handing Ruddiger a fresh apple, bright colors shining. The raccoon screeched in thanks, purring as his teeth sunk into juicy apple flesh.

Quirin placed his hands on his hips, watching the creature with a fond smile. “Why don’t you bring one back for Varian, hm?” He offered, grabbing another apple and passing it off. “He could use a snack before lunch.”

They did this every day, and every day without fail, Varian would refuse the apple, and Ruddiger would eat it instead. But still, the creature finished his current treat, taking Quirin’s gift and bounding off back towards their home.

Quirin shook his head as he left, smiling to himself. Why couldn’t Varian have adopted a dog like every other kid his age? But his son was always a strange one, so perhaps it was only fitting that his companion be the same.

Ruddiger bounded back down the familiar beaten path. In no time, he was climbing back through the window, Varian’s snack in hand. Said boy hadn’t moved, staring at the beaker with an intense stare. If he looked away for even a second, a number of terrible things could happen! Knowing his luck, at least something was bound to blow up today, and he refused to let it be this.

Hey! Why wasn’t Varian looking at him! He was back! Hello! Human! Ruddiger let out an annoyed chirp and Varian started.

“Oh! Hey buddy!” The raccoon’s tail swished in irritation, but he couldn’t stay mad at Varian for long. His friend was just so dedicated to his craft, after all! Little raccoon hands skittered across metal, down the pipe running out the window and towards Varian.

“The solution is almost done, just in time,” Varian smiled, scritching Ruddiger in his favorite place behind the ears, earning a happy chirp. “Oh hey, thanks!” He snatched the apple. “I was actually kinda hungry. Didn’t eat enough breakfast I guess.” Buck teeth stabbed in with a crunch, allowing juice to drip down his leather gloves.

What? No! That’s not how it went! Ruddiger would push the apple into Varian’s face, but he’d insist Ruddiger could have it, and the chubby critter would get a second brunch! This was not fair!

He let out a shrill complaint, claws scratching into the table.

“Hey, you already had one! I know dad sneaks you a million.” Varian stuck out his tongue. “In fact,” he took another bite, pointing at his raccoon. “You could stand to lose a few pounds.”

Oh, he didn’t just go there! Ruddiger wiggled his butt, glare focused solely on Varian.

The boy took notice, face falling into a glare of his own. “Hey, what are you doing. Ruddiger. Ruddiger don’t you dare.”

He was gonna do it.

“Ruddiger!”

He was gonna do it!

“Ruddiger, no!”

He leaped.

Varian shrieked, flailing as he fell, face now full of angry raccoon. As he fell, he tried to grab onto something, anything, to slow his fall. Alas, all he reached was the hot plate, fingers slipping around the dial and turning it to maximum heat.

Neither noticed, too embroiled in their tug of war over half an apple.

“Ruddiger!” Varian scolded. His gloves were great for alchemy, but not so much for keeping a grip on a shiny apple. Not like Ruddiger’s tiny claws, which easily punctured the fruit and snatched it.

“Not fair!” Varian huffed, giving up and glaring at his friend, who was clearly quite pleased with himself. “That was meant for me, you know!” He took on a mischievous grin. “What if I took your apple after dinner, then? That’s only fair!”

Ruddiger puffed up, chattering angrily at how no, very much not fair, before he saw it.

The vial was bubbling violently, shaking on the hot plate, making an awful racket as it did so. His chattering picked up speed, more panicked, but Varian simply crossed his arms, smirking down. “Oh, I will, and I will enjoy your apple just as much as you enjoyed mine.” Ruddiger shook his head, chattering more insistently, but Varian simply rolled his eyes.

The beaker’s clattering only grew louder as it rattled faster and faster, and finally Varian noticed, turning around in confusion before his eyes grew as wide as dinner plates.

The beaker cracked.

“CRAP!” He yelled, scrambling upright, turning off the hot plate, but it was too late. The beaker shrieked, color shifting to a neon cyan, which made Ruddiger screech in panic, scrambling up the windowsill just in time for-

BOOM

It took a good minute for the dust to settle. Debris and house foundation screamed as it rained, till only pebbles clattered in the wreckage.

From his vantage point on the window, Ruddiger cried out once, twice, to no response. He trilled louder. Maybe Varian’s ears were still ringing, just like his?

When he could finally see again, it was a disaster. Glass confetti littered the ground, beakers full of other chemicals bubbling and leaking onto the floor. The hot plate lay atop the wreckage, shattered beyond belief. Massive stones that held up their house had caved in, forming a miniature mountain decorated with support beams. A piece of wood splintered and the entire chamber shook.

Ruddiger whimpered, curling his tail around him. Where was Varian? The entire place seemed desolate, devoid of life.

Carefully, so as not to hurt his paws, he scampered down the (now bent) pipe and into the mound. The raccoon spun around in a circle, checking all directions for his beloved friend. But it seemed there was nothing, an eerie silence settling in along with the dust.

No! He wouldn’t give up! He needed to find Varian! Varian hadn’t escaped, Varian needs him!

With a grim determination, Ruddiger stuck his claws into the collapsed rocks, pushing away what little he could in an attempt to dig. It was at this time his size came in handy; he couldn’t push any rocks big enough to destabilize the pile.

He huffed, and could already imagine what Varian would say in this situation. The longer I am without oxygen, stuck under the rocks, the less likely I am to survive. A horrifying thought that made Ruddiger dig faster.

Finally, finally, when he’d reached the point where the only rocks left to move were too big, he found him. His face barely peaked out of the mound, crushed by the debris. Ruddiger squealed, trying to push a larger boulder, and the whole mess shook violently. He dropped the rock as if he was burned.

“Ruddiger...?” Varian moaned, eyes fluttering open. His pupils were mismatched. The alchemist coughed, and tried to move.

Big mistake.

As he shifted, the rocks screamed in protest, tumbling around him. As they fell, the splintered wooden foundation they’d held up fell too. Ruddiger chattered in warning, but-

The beam slid right into Varian’s abdomen. He let out a choked scream, eyes flying open as blood splattered onto the raccoon’s face. Both animal and human cries echoed in the ruins, Varian trembling in pure agony.

Ruddiger screamed, sang, anything to keep Varian awake and coherent. But the pain was a hazy drug, diluting his thoughts and pulling the boy down, down down.

It couldn’t possibly get any worse.

The chamber shook again. Harder. A boulder nearly crushed Ruddiger but he escaped at the last second.

“Ru....” Varian moaned, eyes dull and cloudy, not at all like the normal sunshine blue. “Dad...” was all he could say before a torrent of blood spilled from his lips, pooling onto the floor and obscuring Varian’s vision. If the boy couldn’t get any paler, his eyes honed in on the red, and he slumped.

What was Ruddiger to do? He couldn’t leave Varian, Varian needed him! No... Varian needed dad. Needed help. But if he left... what would happen...? There was no other option. With a whine, his tail between his legs, Ruddiger scampered back towards the fields.

He scampered back to where Quirin was working, finding the man none the wiser. Had he not heard the explosion? Not seen the dust and ruined house? A quick glance back and anyone could see something was wrong! The place was half caved in!

He screeched at the top of his little raccoon lungs, which startled Quirin. His basket of fruit jostled about, dropping a few pieces.

“Good lord,” Quirin huffed, turning around. “Yes, Ruddiger? What is it?”

He chattered rapidly, trying to mimic Varian using the beaker, then their fight, and finally making an explosion with his hands.

Quirin hummed. “Alright. Here you go.” And he dropped an apple for him.

What? No! That wasn’t it! Well, sort of. It all started due to an apple, so at least now he knew to just go get another next time. But that required getting up, and after his brunch the sun always shined right thru the window, and it was perfect for sunbathing...

No! Focus! Ruddiger slapped his face a few times before resuming his noises.

Quirin raised an unimpressed brow. “Shouldn’t you be with Varian?” He asked. “I don’t have time for this today.”

Ruddiger hissed at that. Even if it wasn’t an emergency, how rude! His claws scratched at the earth in frustration. He leaped at Quirin and dug his claws into his fur vest, and he yelled out in shock. For a brief moment the giant stumbled, nearly tripping over the apple he’d dropped.

“Ruddiger!” Quirin yelled. “That’s enough!”

No it wasn’t!

The critter stood on two legs, tail puffed up, angry as never before. How could this man not see that something was amiss?

“Ruddiger, I’m going to take you back to-“ Quirin turned, facing him. “Varian...” his face paled, eyes widening. Huh? A quick glance down revealed his sudden change; the bright red blood splattered across him.

Varian’s blood.

“Did you hurt yourself? Is that why you’re so upset?” Quirin said, leaning down with an apologetic smile. “You just wanted some attention, huh? Is Varian too busy to clean you up, poor thing.”

Well, he was certainly busy, so it was a start. Quirin licked his thumb, moving to wipe it off, when Ruddiger danced out of his way.

“Let me help you.” Quirin said, mood a lot more chipper now that he thought he was helping.

Ruddiger frowned, scampering a bit towards the house in the hopes of being followed. He glanced back.

“I can’t go home, Ruddiger, I have work.”

Ruddiger stared back. He chirped, more like a meow, with big, pleading eyes.

Quirin frowned. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the rodent’s trick. “No. I’m not giving in.”

Ruddiger cocked his head, swishing his tail.

“Ruddiger no.”

Another chirp.

Quirin sighed. Defeat was a bitter taste, heavy in his tongue. He’d always been weak for cute things, after all. When Varian had been born, he’d just stood there, holding the little thing, marveling at him. Not unlike how Varian will squeal when Ruddiger twitches in his sleep.

He shook out of his musing. “Alright. Fine. I’m coming.” Maybe he and Varian could have lunch together, it was nearly noon, after all. It’d be a nice change of pace.

His good mood stuttered to a stop at the sight before him.

“No…” he breathed, breaking into a sprint with the raccoon not far behind him. Their house was a disaster, the dirt road leading up to it caked in dust and wooden splinters that crunched underfoot.

He’d built that house, that home, with his wife for their child, and now it was in pieces.

What had happened?

He ran up to the debris, eyes scouring the wreckage to try and figure out where to even begin. A sharp cry from the raccoon pulled him along towards where the basement is. Or rather, was. The only way in was a small gap in what was once the window, which Ruddiger quickly shimmied into. Dropping to his knees Quirin dug with his hands, pulling at shards of glass and broken wood until he could lower himself in.

“Varian!” He cried with his feet barely just touching the ground. “Varian, where are you?” What on earth had happened? Varian was usually so careful! He’d begged Varian to be, even! “Varian!”

All he heard was silence. Ruddiger’s ears fell in guilt, in fear. He clawed at the ground to catch Quirin’s attention before bounding further into the basement, towards the debris pile. Soft footsteps confirmed Quirin following… until the sharp take in breath.

Ruddiger glanced up to confirm Varian’s body still hung limply, the same place it had been when he left. Still dripping of blood, unconscious, impaled.

“No, no no no…!” Quirin rushed over, taking his son’s face in his shaking hands. He brushed limp hair from his face and pressed their foreheads together. “My boy…?” There, ever so slightly, a faint breath fanned across his face. Still alive. The father’s shoulders slumped in pure relief.

But still there was the issue… how to save him. The piece of wood in his stomach acted like a plug, keeping most of the blood inside, as opposed to the floor and Ruddiger. Thankfully though, it wasn’t deep, and had entered his back, so it was unlikely any vital organs had been punctured. And that beam was supported by a large pile of boulders, foundations upturned in the explosion and coated in dust. He bit his lip, deep in thought.

“Dad…?”

Quirin started, turning to see Varian’s blue eyes fluttering open. A haze coated them, clarity having slipped away in the abyss of pain. He blinked a few times. “Wh...where…”

“Shh,” Quirin whispered, pressing their faces closer together. “Dad’s here. You’re gonna be ok.”

“What…? I… Ruddi…?” Varian slurred. Ruddiger chirped, rubbing up against Varian’s limp legs in support.

“Yes, he’s here,” He’d have to make this quick; if it took more than one pull Varian would likely feel the pain, might go into shock… if he wasn’t already. But without him bracing against the wood, the wood would act as a lever and set off the stones… they’d have only one chance, and would have to move quickly.

“Ruddiger. Go outside. We’ll join you shortly.”

What? No! Ruddiger whined. He hated having to leave Varian the first time, he sure as heck wasn’t going to do it again! Varian needed him! He needed help!

“Ruddiger.” Quirin’s voice held no room for argument. “Go.”

With his tail between his legs, he whined, but did as told, keeping the humans in eyesight from outside. A small crowd had gathered outside their home, having finally noticed the dust and debris. But they didn’t matter. Only Varian mattered.

With bated breath, he watched as Quirin spoke quietly to Varian, unable to tell what they were saying. Varian looked calm, too calm, compared to the worry lines marring Quirin’s forehead. The father took a deep breath, and then yanked on Varian’s fragile body. Ruddiger screeched in time with Varian, the boy’s eyes flying open and mouth letting out a guttural wail of pain.

The villagers winced as the house rumbled, shaking as rocks moved. The ground underneath them trembled. Small rocks clattered and another beaker fell and smashed.

Quirin grunted, lifting Varian up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He’s getting too big for this, or maybe Quirin’s too old? Neither answer particularly soothed him. Time was a cruel mistress, after all. But if this could be the last time he held his boy, he would hold him forever.

The whole chamber shook, and Varian let out a whine in pain and fear, snapping Quirin into action. He raced over to the opening, quickly raising his precious son up into the waiting arms of the villagers. “Hurry!” He urged. “Get him to the doctor.”

“But what about you?” A villager cried. “Get out of there!”

“I’ll be fine!” A particularly rough shaking knocked a boulder towards him. “Go!”

The villager who took Varian ran off, and Quirin raised his arms in an attempt to climb back up. But he wasn’t a racoon, able to clamber up trees with ease. A few men grabbed his arms to try and pull him up, but the man was a brick wall, heavier than everyone else. His feet scrambled at the crumbling wall, a large rock falling from the unstable ceiling and slashing across his eye. He winched, blood dripping into the socket and obscuring his vision, but still he persisted.

The men pulled with all their might, able to yank Quirin out just as the entire basement collapsed. The stones that had been piled spread out like water, flattening where he had once stood. The father collapsed weakly into the grass, gasping for breath. Ruddiger bounded over and licked his face, mopping up the blood.

Quirin weakly smiled. “Good boy.” He scratched behind the animal’s ears.

Ruddiger purred.

Sun filtered through the cracked window, dust hanging in the air. A mote landed on Ruddiger’s nose, and he sneezed, forcing him to wake up. Bleary eyes glanced around his surroundings. Where was he again…?

A snicker caused his ears to twitch. He turned, glaring at the source.

Varian’s hand covered his mouth, one eye closed as he laughed. His head, torso, and… basically everything was wrapped in bandages. He looked like a mummy with all of them. His bed lay lightly coated in dust; there was no time to clean up the house with them all recovering. Thankfully, most of the house remained unscathed, it looked much worse on the outside than the inside. A few plates and delicates fell and broke, but otherwise it was as if a mild earthquake had rattled them, and that was it.

Well, the lab was another story. But that was for another day.

A soft knock pulled them apart, Quirin walking in with a glass of hot coco in his hands. “Hey kiddo,” he said. “Slept in, I see.”

“As always,” Varian grinned cheekily. Same as always, Quirin thought with an eyeroll.

“How are you feeling?” Quirin sat on the edge of the bed, Ruddiger moving so he didn’t get squished. He curled up on Varian’s lap and the boy’s deft fingers ran through soft fur.

“Better, I guess.” He hummed. “Still sore.”

Well yeah, Ruddiger thought with a huff. Getting skewered oughta make you sore. Quirin seemed the same, smiling sympathetically. He placed the cup on their bedside, nearly missing due to his bandaged eye.

Both of them were supposed to be resting, though the father needed much less of it. He ran his hands through Varian’s hair, the soothing motion causing his eyes to droop.

“Get some sleep,” He said. “Both of you. You deserve it.”

Ruddiger purred, tail swishing in pride.

Damn right he does.

…

And another apple.

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blissfulparker · 5 years

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Dine and dash→pt.10 ceo!tom

Summary →tom comes into your diner every Tuesday and Thursday, it is no secret that he only goes for you. When will he ever be brave enough to say something, when will you ever be brave enough to let him in?

Warnings→fluff, angst, drinking

A/n→ Sorry this is so delayed, i haven't been in a place with good internet to post but now that i have some i get o post part 10 and i have 11 written and 12 too so i hope to get that edited and queued up. hope you guys enjoy!

“I wanna know how you did that.” You hand him the glass of wine as you join him on the couch.

Tom managed to get her in the bath, get her pajamas on, brush her teeth and hair without a single fuss or complaint. Every night something had to go wrong, she didn’t want to take a bath, or she didn’t want to brush her hair because it hurt, there was always something that went wrong.

But tom did it perfectly. She laughed and did everything right. She even picked up her room with a smile, every time you asked her to pick up her room she’d have a fit. All her stuffed animals on her dresser, all her toys in her bin, her bag ready for tomorrow. Tom finished it all up with two bedtime stories and now she was out like a light.

Now you had the Netflix home screen on and cuddled up on Toms side. You had a relaxing night at home for once in your life. She was asleep and you had no chores to do expect be with your boyfriend, but that wasn’t a chore.

“I don’t know what to tell you.” He says and wraps his arms around you. You take a sip and then rest your head on his shoulder.

“It’s like she loves you more than me.” You whine a bit feeling like you’re loosing as a mother and he moves to look at you.

His soft fingers touch your chin to lift it up and look at you. “She doesn’t love me more than you, why would you say that?” He asks and you sigh feeling helpless.

“I dunno, she just looks at you like you’re this sort of god. She listens to you and she follows you like a lost puppy. Maybe it’s just because you’re a man and sees you as a dad but—I don’t know.” You take another sip and fall back on his shoulder. “Seeing her da—Henry just made me feel weird. Like I did something wrong and he did the right thing. I mean I don’t regret Cara, she’s the light of my life. But I feel like I just shut everything out after I had her, I didn’t go to art school, I didn’t travel, I didnt go out on Friday’s and stay in touch with friends. I feel like I gave up on myself after I had her. And now you come in and you’re perfect, absolutely perfect, you’re nice to her, you like me for some reason, and you’re pretty, and you’re successful, so successful! I don’t understand why you like me.” You whine and he giggles a bit, not because of your speech, because you’re drunk and don’t understand yourself.

“How much did you drink tonight?” He asks and you shake your head.

“I dunno, a glass or two at dinner and then a glass when you were getting her to sleep? Wait, maybe two glasses when you were getting her to sleep.” You tell him and he takes your glass and set it on the coffee table.

“I don’t really know what to say to someone who had a child and was alone for such a long time. But I’m here now, and I love you and I love Cara, and you don’t have to deal with everything alone anymore. And Henry, he was a selfish ass and you know that.” He touches your hair and your eyes are damp with tears.

“You love me?” You choke out and he nods.

“Yeah, is it still too early to say that?” He spoke slightly scared that you wouldn’t say the word back and he just messed up a relationship with one of the best girls he’s met.

“N-No, it’s not too early. I love you too.” You giggle a little. A goofy smile appears on his face. Tom doesn’t really smile at work, strictly businesses. He says good morning with no smile and sits in his office all day usually annoyed with his work. But with you, he has the biggest smile.

“I got really lucky.” He let’s you fall back on his chest as he picks out a show for you two to watch.

“I’m dating the richest, sexiest man in London. I think I got really lucky.” You mumble into his shoulder. He smirks as he squeezes your side.

“You’re drunk.” He reminds you and you shake your head.

“No, you’re extremely hot, you’re the ceo Of one of London’s best companies, and I don’t even know what you guys do over there but you make it look good. Not to mention you have an extremely big—” he stops you before you finish your sentence.

“Okay, darlin’, okay.” He Let’s His thumb massage your thigh and you calm into his side.

“Don’t leave me.” You reach for your glass and he stops you before you can get it.

“I won’t, promise.” He pulls you back into him.

“Where are those cute little glasses of yours, you look like peter Parker.” You touch his curls and give them a soft tug. Tom didn’t mean to get turned on by that but he loved it when all the times you had sex you’d tug his hair.

“Okay, maybe we should get you off to bed.” He picks you up and You giggle at how fast he moves.

“Will You Be there when I wake up?” You ask and he laughs as he pushes open the door.

“Promise you I will.”

Your body felt gross, you had a headache after drinking a bit too much while tom was being responsible. You hated yourself for doing that, honestly. But everything hurt and you needed to drown it all out for just one night.

Tom was missing as well, but this time there were no crashing in the kitchen, no running around, he had left to take Cara to school and most likely go to work. There was a small sticky note with Advil and water.

Took Cara to school and there are Bagels on the counter, we can meet for lunch if you’d like? Let me know how you’re feeling♥︎

You smile at the note and pop the pulls in your mouth taking the water to follow them. You felt like taking a shower, cleaning your whole body from last night.

Although there was loud banging coming from the door. It hurt your head and the sun from the windows didn’t help.

“Tom just open the door, I know you have a key!” You shout ignoring it. The bangs got louder as you took the poppyseed bagel out of its bag and that’s when you turned to open the door.

“Tom, stop bang—” you pulled the red door open and there stood Henry, the man you hated dearly still and didn’t know how he got your address.

“Look I came to talk—” he started, he was wearing a New York sweatshirt and wrinkled jeans.

“How did you find my house?” Your hand turned white on the door handle and you felt like this was just a hallucination from the hangover.

“Your mum and my mum still go to the same book club. Apparently they’re friends and still keep in touch, she had your address.” He gives a lopsided smile. You knew your mum still talked to his, they’ve always been friends.

“So why are you here?” You spit and he rocked back and forth on his heels.

“I was a bit rough yesterday, we didn’t get to properly talk.” He tried and you want to laugh, so badly do you want to laugh. You don’t though, you try and shut the door. “Wait!” He stops it with his shoe. “Please.”

“What do you want me to do? I’m so confused! You’re gone for six years and you come back when my life is perfect and want to crawl back in on one pity sorry?” You throw your hands up and he looks around, you could care less if you made him cry.

“I just wanna meet her! Is that too much to ask?” He begs now with his hands up in the air.

“Yes! That is! She doesn’t deserve you! She doesn’t know who you are and she doesn’t deserve to know who you are.” You shout, the shouting alone hurts your head and you want to go back in bed and call tom to come cuddle.

“And what the guy your fucking deserves to be her dad?” He scoffs and you look at him in shock.

“Yeah and if you’re not any different,” you laugh this time and he leans against your door.

“Let’s see, I took you to prom—” he starts and you let your head fall on the door.

“You took me to prom doesn’t make up for leaving me with a baby!” You scream and right as you do your phone rings. You start to talk again but the ringing keeps going and causes you to sigh and grab it.

“Hello?” You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Darlin’! Did I wake you?” Tom asks. He’s driving, you can hear that you’re on speaker phone.

“No, no,” You look over to the man still in your doorway waiting for you to come back. “Thank you, by the way. The bagels, taking Cara to school, it was the nicest thing anyone’s done for me in awhile.” You look over at Henry as you say those words.

“No problem, it was her idea. Anyways, I left my watch and wanted to know if you can bring it when we get lunch? If not then that’s okay I can just—” you cut him off before he starts his nervous rambles.

“I can bring it, of course. I’m kinda doing something right now but I love you and will see you soon.” You tell him and he says a quick I love you before you hand up and focus on the problem at your door.

“As I was saying—” He starts again and you shake your head.

“No, no, you can’t be here and you can’t see her. I’m done okay? I’m sorry you wasted your time with coming here but you can’t see her, she’s not yours. If you try and bring lawyers in that’s a bad idea because you know I’ll win.” You tell him and he looks like he’s about to cry but you didn’t care, you wanted him gone.

“You can’t be serious.” He chokes out a laugh and you furrow your brows.

“Funny, I think those were the exact words I said to you the day you left.” You presses your lips into a smile and shut your door.

You lean your head against the door and look over to a picture of Cara on her first day of school. She wore the required uniform and had her curls pulled back into a ponytail. She was yours, and now Toms, you two took care of her and no one else did.

You grab the phone and try to call tom again. The call went to voicemail, twice, you assume he’s busy and can’t use his phone while working. You need him right now though, certain times you need him the most.

You sit there, the sound of the coffee machine dripping fresh coffee, the morning news instead of Cara’s cartoons or shows. Any other day you’d love to be alone, have a nice relaxing morning and paint but right now you wanted tom and your girl, in bed making your laugh.

The sound of your phone rings once again. Toms name with hearts pop up and make you smile. You are quick to press the answer button wanting to hear his voice.

“Hey I saw you called again?” He asked, his voice deeper and it sounded as if he was around people.

“I thought maybe I can return that watch now?” You ask. You didn’t know where the thing was but you were will to look for it if that meant you saw him faster.

“Oh,” he looks around. “I’m in some meetings—” he hears your sigh and can tell something is bothering you so he doesn’t want to disappoint. “But I can have my receptionist let you up.” He tells you and you let your head fall on the counter.

“Thank you.” You whisper and let some tears fall.

“Love, what’s wrong?” His voice soft and full of concern.

“I’ll explain when I’m there.” You sniffle and he feels his heart ache.

“Okay, drive safely, I’ll be here.” He assures you and you sit up and sip your coffee.

“Okay.” You hang up. You order an Uber knowing that you are in no condition to drive. You find the watch he wanted on your nightstand sitting there pretty in gold. Sometimes you wondered why all the expensive stuff, he was rich but he never acted rich. As in he never acted like an asshole who threatened you.

You threw on an old sweater and some baggy jeans. It always shocks you how London can manage to be cold and rainy when some people would still consider it summer. Hard rain poured down not helping with your mood.

When your Uber arrived you didn’t say much except the address. He for a second started boasting about how his son worked for the company and how hard it was to get a job. Although it probably wasn’t, tom is pretty nice but you didn’t really know how he was business wise.

“Thank you.” You gave him a half smile as you get out of the car tipping him. You walk up to the building slightly intimidated, all the professional people walking in and out and you’re wearing a sweater and jeans.

“Hi, I’m here for tom holland.” You ask the woman and she gives you a look up and down.

“Name?” She asks and you say your name and she looks at you again.

“Go on up.” She spoke before going back to her computer.

The elevator ride is long, the longest you’ve ever been. There were sixteen floors and tom was at the very top. When you got to his floor it was a lot more peaceful than the one at the bottom.

“Excuse me?” Another woman asked noticing you trying to figure out which office is Toms. “You must be (y/n)? Mr. Holland’s door is down at the end.” She smiles and you nod before walking all the way down and knocking on the door.

“Tom?” You ask as it opens. Tom looks up from his desk. His look was sexy, something you didn’t see at the diner usually. A dark black suit and his hair slicked down into place with gel, he wore his glasses and a serious look that softened at you.

“Babygirl.” He moves his chair back and you come over to him. He motioned for you to sit on his lap which you gladly did. “What happened when I left?” He asked sensing something was wrong.

“Henry came over.” You laid your head on his chest. You felt bad since you were wet from the rain but he didn’t mind.

“What?” He asked as if he wanted to kill the man for talking to you again.

“I told him to leave, that he can’t see Cara again. I just started feeling everything I felt last night again and it hurt. It hurt a lot. I know I’m acting like a baby but I wanted to see you.” You sniffle staring st his computer taking in all the numbers.

“You know the first time I tried to flirt with you, you rolled your eyes.” He tells you. It was true, he looked up a cheesy pick up line and you rolled your eyes. He didn’t give up, he refused to give up on you.

“I know.” You touch the curls that weren’t soft but crunchy.

“I love you a lot. I think you are perfect. I knew that since day one, and I don’t want some asshole to make you rethink any of that.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t deserve you.” You look at him and he presses soft kisses along You jaw.

“I think it’s the other way around.” He pulls you down and presses sloppy kisses all around your face. He paused as he saw your emotions drop again.

“When Cara was a baby, I was so scared that everyone would hate me for being so young with a baby. She was impossible some days and I thought we’d never make it, me up all day and night. I thought no one would want to date someone with a kid as young as me but you are so incredibly sweet to us.” You tell him and he feels himself warm in the heart from your words and pulls you into his chest.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore.” He touches your damp hair. “You both don’t have to be alone anymore.” He reminds you and you sigh tracing patterns on his clothed thigh.

“So,” you get up and look at him again. “Want me to pick something up for lunch? I should leave now, no one knows how to drive in the rain.” You laugh a bit and tom holds you down.

“I can have someone bring us up something, can you stay like this all day?” He asks and you look at all his work in front of him.

“You have work, tommy.” You tell him and he shakes his head kissing the small of your neck.

“I’ll do it later, it’s also hard right now and I don’t wanna worry about it.” He says and you smile wrapping your arms around him just to stay like this a little longer.

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hotforharrington · 5 years

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Goody Two Shoes (Pt. 2/6)

Pairing: billy hargrove x reader [a little bit of platonic steve harrington x reader]

Warnings: swearing, bullying, smoking, I believe that’s all.

Notes: 2nd part of my writing inspired by the song Good Girls by 5sos! I finally got inspired to write it tonight, I hope you guys like it!! :))

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The days following the party were fairly normal and uneventful. You’d get up, get ready, walk to school, and get through the school day.

The only real change was the amount Billy Hargrove was on your mind. No matter where you were, what was going on, Billy was on your mind 24/7.

But it had been days since the mesmerizing kiss on the steps in front of that house and the most interaction you had with the boy was exchanging glances of admiration during your passing period.

I wonder what is going through his head. Was the kiss that bad? Or did he not want to be seen with me? you thought to yourself.

Just like the beginning of everyday, you started at your locker to grab the books you would need for the day. You rotated the dial to the numbers that were your combination and opened up the rickety metal door.

Out of your locker, a folded up piece of notebook paper floated to the floor of the school hallway. With a confused look on your face, you bent down to pick it up. After delicately unfolding it, you read the note. The sloppy pencil markings read:

(Y/N),

Meet me behind the bleachers in the gym during your lunch hour.

-B

You felt your face turn hot and pink with excitement and anxiousness.

The time leading up to your lunch hour would feel excruciatingly long. As you sat in your English class, your eyes constantly flickered back to the clock.

Only 10 more minutes you thought to yourself.

The clock ticked and ticked and ticked, and finally the bell rang. You shot up out of your seat, swiftly gathered your things, and made a beeline for the door. You made a quick stop to put all of your things in your locker and slyly made your way to the gym.

Just as you were about to push the gym doors open you heard a manly voice say, “Just where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

Fuck. you thought to yourself. You turned around to be met with a face that made you let out a sigh of relief. It was not the face of a teacher, but the face of a friend.

“Steve!” You exclaimed and slapped a hand on his chest. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Oh c’mon (Y/N), you know I’m only messing around!” He squeezed an arm around your shoulders in a friendly way. “Y’know, you really do have to be more careful though. I think you’re getting a little too brave about sneaking around! You used to be dead set on only ever sneaking out with a select few people, never in a public place, definitely never even trying to do anything wrong at school.”

“I know, I know...” you responded, realizing how easily you could’ve been caught in this moment. “I’ll have to be more careful. Thanks for looking out for me, Steve. I really do appreciate it. But I gotta go because I promised someone I would meet them in the gym right now and every second I stand here, I’m losing precious time.” You plead to him.

Steve looks at you in a way you could describe as disapproving. “Let me guess. You’re meeting Hargrove in there?”

You let out a sigh, “Maybe? What’s the big deal?” You thought for a moment and then continued, “Wait..? Did you plant that note in my locker? I’m gonna kill you if you did, Harrington!”

Steve shakes his head, “No (Y/N), of course not. I wouldn’t do that to you. But... just... Hargrove’s bad news, okay? He’s an asshole and I don’t want him to break your heart.”

You softened at the way Steve was being protective over you.

“I’ll be careful, I promise!!” You looped your arms around his torso to give him a quick hug.

“Okay well I’m gonna come looking for you a few minutes before passing period to make sure he didn’t murder you!”

You nodded at him with a soft smile and then slipped into the Hawkins High Gym.

The lights were off in the large room and every tiny sound echoed through the space. The only source of light came through the small windows towards the ceiling of the gym. It was so quiet you were almost starting to wonder if you’d been stood up.

You peaked under the bleachers in search of that Californian bad boy.

“Billy?” You whispered into the darkness.

Just then you heard the all too familiar cackles of 2 of your least favorite people on the planet.

The gym lights came on and you turned around to face Tommy and Carol.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)! I can’t believe you fell for that! This has got to be the funniest thing that’s happened all school year!” Carol high fives Tommy and almost toppled over in laughter.

“Did you actually think Billy would wanna meet up with you?!” Tommy questioned, almost baffled.

You’d never felt so stupid in your entire life. Of course Billy wouldn’t want to meet with you. All Billy cares about is his reputation. Having Tommy and Carol around was apart of that, and they hated you. Not in a million years would they authorize you to get a chance with him.

Your face felt as though it was on fire, and tears started to form in your eyes, not from sadness, but of anger and frustration.

“I guess I’m not as smart as everybody makes me out to be, huh?” You could hear the pain in your voice and you turned to walk away, the sounds of Tommy and Carol mocking you for your tears and defeat echoing within your head.

You walked out the back door and into the fresh outside air. The sky was cloudy and the temperature was fairly cool. You walked away from the door to the opposite side of the building’s exterior. You slid your back down the brick wall until you reached the ground. You held your legs to your chest, and placed your forehead on your knees.

You allowed yourself to let out a few tears. Your mother always told you it wasn’t good to keep it all inside.

“Let it out, collect yourself, and move forward.” she would say to you.

After a few short moments of letting the tears roll, you sniffled a bit, and decided to concentrate on your breathing to collect yourself before having to head to your next class.

In. Out. In. Out.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming toward you. You figured it was Steve coming to check if you’d been killed.

“I’m fine, Steve. No I don’t wanna talk about it but I was wrong, you were right- Hargrove’s an asshole.” You said sniffling through your sentences, your forehead still glued to your knees.

As the footsteps got closer a familiar aroma filled the air- cologne and cigarette smoke.

“Is that what King Steve has to say about me?”

You looked up and were greeted with piercing blue eyes, rather than the brown ones that you were expecting.

His usual smirk was wiped clean from his face. His whole demeanor was completely different than the Billy you were accustomed to.

He wore a genuine look of concern on his face.

A cigarette lingered between his fingers and he pressed it to his lips to take a drag. Billy slid down the back of the wall and sat down next to you.

“What do you want, Hargrove?” You managed to squeak out to him.

“Tommy and Carol came to brag to me about what they did. I want you to know I had nothing to do with it.” He said softly to you.

“Okay thanks, Hargrove. You can move on to the next whore you’re gonna fuck. You don’t have to sit with me out of pity.” You said in a candid manner.

Billy doesn’t move. He just sits there in silence with you for a minute.

You end the silence by saying, “Well if you’re gonna sit here and say nothing, the least you can do is share that cigarette with me.”

He says nothing, but hands you the cigarette. You took a drag. The smoke fills your lungs and you release it almost as if it’s a sigh of relief. You felt the tension in your shoulders start to ease.

“You know I wasn’t trying to avoid you, (Y/N).” Billy said.

“It sure seemed like it...” You replied.

“I wasn’t I swear. I know this may come as a shock but I was trying to be respectful.”

You turned to meet his gaze with an exaggerated look of confusion on your face.

“Just hear me out,” He continued, “That night at the party, you explained to me about putting on a show and being a good girl in front of, like, teachers and stuff?”

You nodded your head in response.

“I didn’t want to mess that up for you. Teachers see me and know I’m a bad kid, well because I am. I don’t hide it because quite frankly I don’t give a shit, but I respect the fact that you do. If anyone saw you with me, or even if word got around that you were spending time with me, it wouldn’t look good for your goody two shoes persona. I wanted to see you again, talk to you again, and most definitely wanted to kiss you again, but I wasn’t trying to ruin your double life.”

You looked at him in awe. Was Billy Hargrove actually capable of caring for someone other than himself? you wondered.

“Wow, Billy. I... I don’t know what to say... I-“ you stopped stumbling through words when he lifted a hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face, and tucked it behind your ear. One single tear remained at your cheekbone and his rough thumb wiped it away.

Seeing that tear as it rest upon your cheek, hearing you sniffle when he first walked up, and feeling the pain in your voice hurt him more than he would care to admit to anyone. Billy hadn’t felt sympathetic toward someone in a long time but you were special. And someone as special as you didn’t deserve this shit. He made a note in his head to make Tommy and Carol pay for upsetting you.

“(Y/N)... I am so sorry, princess. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t be crying...” As he whispered these soft words, he leaned in so close you could feel his breath against your skin.

You licked your lips. This action made his mouth slightly smirk, before leaning in to crash his lips to yours.

This kiss was filled with just as much passion and electricity as the first, only it was much more controlled and meaningful, given that you both were sober this time. You never wanted to pull away, you wanted to stay in this moment forever. This moment that felt as though the pair of you were the only two people in the world.

Just as the kiss was beginning to deepen, the ringing of the school bell roared through the air.

“Damn it.” He whispered against your lips. You softly chuckled in response.

You quickly got up to move along, not wanting to be late to class and also knowing that Steve would be looking for you.

“Wait, (Y/N)!”

You turned around, slightly confused at what he was wanting.

He inhaled deeply before saying, “I don’t wanna screw this up again. I really wanna see you again.”

You were honestly surprised at him. He was being a lot more straightforward than you had known him to be. You’d only ever seen girls begging for Billy’s attention. Not the other way around.

You walked back over to him and pulled out your blue pen from your pocket. You lifted his forearm, pushed up the sleeve from his jacket, and wrote your phone number on his skin.

“There you go, Hargrove. Call me sometime and I’ll tell my parents we’re studying or have a project to do or something.”

You smiled, bit your bottom lip, then pushed up on your tip toes to give him a soft kiss.

Off in the distance you could hear a familiar voice calling your name, signaling you that it was time to get to class.

“See ya ‘round, Hargrove.” You winked and walked off.

Steve’s voice boomed as he stepped outside, calling for you.

“(Y/N)?! (Y/N), where the hell are you?!”

You sneaked up behind him and put your hand over his mouth. He jumped a bit, not expecting it. He turned around to face you and you just laughed.

“Not cool, (Y/N). I thought Hargrove killed you and dumped your body somewhere out here. I was scared shitless!!”

You just laughed and said, “Not exactly. But, hey, I had to get you back for scaring me earlier!” You gave him a light punch to the shoulder.

Steve sighed, “Fair enough. C’mon, we’re gonna be late for math.”

And with that, you two hurriedly made your way to your math class.

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Of Sins and Succubi - Chapter 2

Hi again all! Finally got chapter 2 written. I’m having a lot of fun with this so far and I hope you’ll forgive the self indulgence on making this an OC fic.

You can find part 1 here!

In this chapter, Dante has made an impulsive decision that may have put himself in deep shit...

NSFW warning for the end, enjoy!

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A truth that’s told with bad intent, beats all the lies you can invent

[Dante POV]

“Oh, you’ve gone and made a doozy of a mess for yourself here.” Dante paced in circles around his desk, contemplating his next steps as he rubbed his hands together nervously. He stilled his movements for a few seconds to glance over at the sofa in his office, her body lying unconscious upon it.

As he held his gun against her head in that alley, seeing her wet red eyes looking into his with such emptiness and defeat, he just couldn’t bring himself to do the one thing she asked of him. He’d seen that look before in the eyes of another, and he’d be damned if he was going to make the same mistakes again. Instead he opted to knock her out with the butt of his gun instead and haul her back to the shop, away from prying eyes. As usual when acting on impulse, he hadn’t thought of the next steps.

“Damn, when did I get so soft. Pull yourself together you dumb bastard.” He continued pacing, talking himself through his thoughts. “You’re a damn demon hunter. I don’t even know what I’m gonna tell the damn Incubi boyband mafia... shit.” He crashed down into his desk chair and threw his hands on his face in exasperation as he groaned into them.

He had planned on killing her, he really had; but after seeing her there at the bar, he got a niggling feeling that something about the whole situation was wrong. Dante trusted his gut more than his head, and he wasn’t willing to kill an innocent whether they were human or demon. He’d decided that maybe getting some more information out of her would be for the best before making his final decision, but then she started to freak out and draw attention to them.

He just didn’t get it: Why would a succubus use their powers of manipulation to drive prey away? The thought was obscene and sparked a dangerous curiosity within the devil hunter. He knew not all demons were evil, hell he worked alongside one. He looked over towards her again, that mist still emanating off her body, like a diffuser slowly filling the room with her aura. He would have to keep the windows shut unless he wanted to attract some ugly and unwanted attention.

He had to admit though, the atmosphere in the room was beginning to shift slightly. He knew the constant stream of pheromones would no doubt start to affect him in some way as he groaned, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, putting his hand in his pants and rearranging his unwanted half-hard cock. Fucking succubi. He had unashamedly spent enough time around lust demons to have built up a pretty high tolerance to them, so he wasn’t all that concerned that he would start losing his mind just yet, it was only his body that betrayed him.

“Does she seriously not know how to flick the off switch?” He had no idea how long she would be out for or how she was going to react when she woke up. He stood back up out of the chair feeling restless, wandering over to get a better look at the demon. He was surprised by just how... normal they looked. Lust demons could take on the shape of any creature of the same sex that they had seen. They could take one look through a magazine and make themselves look like a model; so why this visage?

Not that there was anything wrong with the way she looked, in fact he found it kind of endearing; she had long brown hair, bangs swept over one side of her face but clipped back over the other ear revealing numerous piercings. Upon her pale skin were freckles dotted over her nose and across her cheeks haphazardly. The clothes she wore were casual, a green plaid shirt hanging from her shoulders, unbuttoned to reveal a black tank top, filled out nicely by her chosen figure. The pair of small denim shorts further accentuated her physique, leaving most of her legs on display. He was used to seeing the same features, the same hair colours, the things they always believed looked the most attractive to those around them. So to see one that could so easily just blend into a group was intriguing. The only giveaway were those damn pheromones and that voice; the one thing succubi were unable to change no matter how hard they tried. Dante couldn’t describe the edge it held. Maybe it was something he could pick up on so keenly due to his demonic senses, like a whistle too high pitched for anything but a dog to hear. It was like an echo in his skull.

Ring, ring.

He glanced quickly back over at his desk, his heart rate increasing as he sighed and wandered towards the phone. With a deep exhale he plucked it from the holder.

“Devil may cry.” He answered in his usual cheery tone.

“Ahh, son of Sparda.” There was no denying the voice on the other end of the phone as a slight shiver ran down his spine. “I hope you are making progress with my request. I didn’t pay that cash upfront to have you waste my time.” Dante considered his options for the briefest moment, and decided it would be best to get them off his tail sooner rather than later.

“Uhh yeah, Dimitri was it? Yeah, problem solved. Found her in a little joint in town on the hunt. She put up a fight but I took her down with ease, of course.” Sort this out now, deal with the fallout later, Dante thought.

“Hmm, as expected of you Dante. Excellent work. I’ll send my boys around with the remaining payment as soon as possible. After all, you dealt with the matter at hand so quickly that I believe bonus payment is required, if that does please you?” Dante glanced over to you on the sofa; shit.

“I mean, being honest the 10 grand was more than enough, bud. I don’t wanna fleece ya, wasn’t exactly a difficult job.”

“Oh but I insist.” The tone of his voice made Dante shiver. “Seeing as you’re available at your shop now, I will send them straight over. That will close off our little business deal nicely... bud.” Fucking Incubi.

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[Succubus POV]

The sound of a phone ringing startled her awake, the throbbing in her skull prevalent through her confusion. Her eyes set immediately on the back of the man clad in red, as he walked towards the phone, picking it up and answering cheerfully.

Thoughts flooded through her head: why am I still alive? Where am I? Why am I here with him? The scent of demon was so strong in the room it made her head reel. This must be where he resides... but why?

Her heart nearly stopped dead in her chest when she heard the devil hunter utter the name “Demitri". No, that can’t be him! I can’t be here, he’ll come for me! She quickly shut her eyes, feigning sleep as his head turned to face her. Why didn’t you just kill me like I asked you fool?!

This whole situation was less than ideal, in fact, nothing about this precarious position was ok. She continued to eavesdrop on the conversation, her whole body tensing as Dante nonchalantly referred to one of the most feared demons in the underground as “bud". She had heard tales of his confidence, of the pure absurdity of his demeanour but she was still unprepared to hear any of this. The urge to quickly run to the door and make her escape was strong; even the legendary devil hunter would struggle against the full force of Demitri’s coven and it was never her intention to involve anyone else in this mess.

If she went and caused enough trouble, eventually he would have no choice but to find her finish the job. Her stomach twisted at the thought, bitter memories of drained corpses still fresh in her mind. She held back a shudder as Dante slammed the phone down into the receiver.

Her green eyes shot open reflexively, the sight of leather clad legs now inches from her face as her eyes trailed upwards, past his subtle arousal, his crossed arms until her gaze met his. She heard his foot tapping restlessly against the ground as she feigned a half assed smile.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” He groaned, unamused at the quip as she slowly picked herself upright, her head throbbing in the process. “Shit my head,” she massaged her temple with her fingers, “although I have to confess; I feel great for a dead woman!”

“Cute.” Was Dante’s singular reply. He uncrossed his arms, letting them flop to his side as he leaned back against the desk, resting on his elbows. “Look, I dunno how much of that you heard but we may, or may not be completely in the shit. This is why I don’t take jobs from damn lust demons, always trouble and they always seem to know when I’m bullshitting”

“His name.” She said solemnly.

“Huh? What about it?”

“You said his name. If I wasn’t as pissed last night I would have never said it. That and I was convinced I wasn’t gonna make it through the night.” She stretched her limbs, bones popping in their sockets as she rose to her feet.

“And your point is?” She sighed at his ignorance.

“Lust demons never give out their true names to anyone but the ones they trust. There’s no way he told you his name when he gave you the job. Now he’s suspicious because you know it. I can’t imagine he anticipated us having some friendly late night banter over some drinks; rather he expected me to be cleaved in two before I uttered a word.” Dante stared in bemusement.

“Fuck, how am I still learning shit like this after all these years?” He sighed before flopping backwards against the desk, upper body now flat as his legs hung over the edge.

“How long to we have?” She asked, fine well knowing they would be on their way sooner rather than later.

“Mmm they didn’t say.” Half groaning, Dante stretched his arms as he spoke, the effect of pheromones showing clearly in his trousers. “We probably don’t have long though and, I’m not gonna lie, there’s no way they’ll believe me that you aren’t here with all this shit floating around.” He motioned into the air. “Do you not like, control this?” Your gaze shifted to the floor ashamedly.

“For the most part, yes. But I haven’t... eaten in a while... so it gets a little sporadic. I’m still learning... kinda. I only know one way to fix it right now, and it’ll only work if he sends incubi and not other lesser demons. Luckily they aren’t as sensitive to other lust demons’ pheromones.”

“Soooo, what do you propose then, because right now I got nothin'.” She took a deep breath, knowing this could still go either way.

“I think we need to cover my scent with... yours. I mean, this place is already swimming in it so it shouldn’t be too difficult. Like seriously, it’s pretty damn disgusting.” You scrunched your face as Dante chuckled.

“Well, what can I say? I’m a man of many talents, but cleaning up after myself ain’t one of em! Gotta let em know who owns the place, right?” She sighed, but was thankful in her own way as this would be a lot quicker and easier because of it. She really wished she could have avoided resorting to such underhanded tactics so quick off the belt but right now their lives were on the line and, if needs must, she would do what was necessary.

“Ok, I’ve got 2 options for you.” She started, moving slowly towards the splayed devil hunter. “Option one: you forget all about me and just let me bolt for it right now. I’ll deal with the fallout myself and probably get myself killed very soon. You should be able to come clean, hand the money back and get out of this pretty unscathed. I’m offering this because I still have no clue why I’m even standing here right now and why you’re concerned enough about me to have let me live.” Dante hummed quietly in consideration before propping himself up on his elbows, raising his fingers.

“And what about this option two? Don’t quite like the idea of admitting I fucked up to the demon sex mafia.” She smirked at the nickname, at how little they bothered him, but also conscious that he didn’t address her concerns. She had guessed he would be somewhat of a closed book in the first place anyway so it didn’t come as much of a surprise.

“Option two...” She walked closer to him, running a finger up the inside of his thigh slowly, as she held his gaze. “I regain some control of myself by having a... little snack, and we make this room smell of you in the process.” Her hand stopped just shy of his growing hardness as she gave him a moment to consider. “I’ll conceal myself out of the way and you give them the full rundown of how you killed me. They’ll be none the wiser. So...” She grazed his crotch, hand wandering to his belt idly. “Which will it be?”

She was aware how terrible she was at putting on such a show, how it didn’t come as naturally to her as it should considering what she was, but she never was an equal to those around her anyway. She struggled to hold his gaze as his eyes bore into her, assessing her with a burning intensity as she struggled to hold back swallowing her nerves. As if sensing the unease, Dante’s posture relaxed as a smirk spread over his lips.

“Well, if you think it’ll work, go ahead. Not like I’m gonna complain. You seem to know more than I do and I’m gonna guess that my third option of just decapitating them as they walk through the door isn’t much to your liking?” She let out a sign, expelling the anxiety from her chest as her eyes trailed down his body.

“Not gonna lie, that sounds extremely tempting and there’s nothing I’d like to do more than see their pretty heads roll but drawing more attention to ourselves won’t get us anywhere.” She cautiously started to undo his belt. “If you’re serious about this and you’re actually bothered about hiding me out here we need to knock them off my trail as quickly as possible.” She noticed Dante tuck his hands behind his head as he laid back down against the desk.

“I have to admit, as far as ploys to get me out of my pants go, this one takes the cake. You could have just asked nicely you know, I’m not one to deny a polite reques- ahh.” She cupped her hand over his still clothed balls and squeezed tightly as his body tensed.

“Don’t test me. Trust me if there was an easier way to do this, I’d gladly take it. Don’t make the situation worse than it already is.” She removed her hand to return to unclasping his belt, haphazardly pulling down the zipper, groaning at the realisation he had no underwear on. “Seriously, commando in these? You really are a freak of nature.”

“Well that’s the least flattering reaction I’ve ever had. Not doing yourself any favours now are you?” She sighed, shaking her head as she pulled the trousers down enough to free him from their confines.

“Looks like I don’t need to do myself any favours.” She spoke in a confident tone, finger tracing up his hardened length, when in reality her stomach sunk, realising this was probably just an involuntary response brought on by forces outside of his control. Although not consciously using her natural abilities, she was aware of the effects it had, especially after going this long without feeding. At least she should regain some semblance of control after this. She just wished this had gone a different way.

“I’m a simple man, babe and I’m surprisingly easily pleased.” Your lips twitched at the pet name. He raised his hand, a single finger held upright. “Just one thing... you got a name or something? I know that stuff you said before about trust and all that jazz, so I don’t mind if it’s something you just made up on the spot. I’d just... prefer to have a name before... you know.” She couldn’t help but giggle at what was one of his most honest and unexpected displays.

“Well then, never took you for the bashful type, oh mighty son of Sparda. Do you ask this nicely of other demon’s names before you cut them in two?” His cock twitched under her fingers as she continued to tease him lightly. “Well since you asked so nicely, for now let's say you can call me... Rin. How’s that sound?” He hummed in approval as he shifted his hips slightly. She could sense his arousal quite potently as it began filling the space around her just as planned. She did not however plan for the effect it would have on her, as it began flooding her senses.

Damn, it’s been too long.

Her breathing became heavy as her hand gripped eagerly around her prize. The scent of demon that she had longed for was heavy in the air, thick and earthy but laced with the unmistakable aroma of human longing. Humans were seen as prized prey due to the purity of their lust and their willingness to submit themselves completely in both body and soul, the weight of their emotions adding to their fragrance like an expensive perfume. The combination of the two intertwined around each other in such a way was undeniably intoxicating.

Her body began moving on its own as she leaned over to replace her hand with her mouth, devouring him as if he was the first meal she had enjoyed in months. His size was nothing short of impressive but she took him in as far as she was able, her hand working in synchronisation to meet her mouth, covering the parts that her mouth was unable to reach, tongue teasing in time with her movements, savouring every reaction it elicited. Her mind became foggy as her other hand reached down to toy with her own wetness, now throbbing between her legs. The release would certainly give her some control back, but that was the last thing on her mind, only focussed on draining every drop of his aura dry. Her mind let go of the last of her control as she gave into her demonic desires.

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[Dante POV]

His eyes glazed over as he stared at the ceiling, gasps leaving his throat as his hands reached for Rin’s hair. He couldn’t help but play over the current scenario in his mind. From her behaviour and the aura she was giving off, he was now more convinced than ever that he was currently being preyed on; prey to the whims of yet another damn succubus. However, through his current incoherency of being on the receiving end of one of the most intense blowjobs he’d ever had, he was only able to run his fingers through her thick hair, gripping for purchase as she devoured him with reckless abandon.

He has laid with succubi before and was unashamed of his previous dappling's with her kind, but there was something different about this. A desperation in her actions that drove him wild; as if he was her lifeline, that first drop of water to pass her dehydrated lips. He could tell there were no pheromones in action, he was not being forced to feel this way unlike his previous experiences, which just made it all the more exciting. He was willingly giving himself up as prey to a lesser demon; and it was thrilling.

He felt the knot in his stomach begin to unfurl as he neared his peak, curses and moans escaping his lips as he pushed and pulled at her hair in earnest. At the point of his climax, a wave of pleasure unlike any he had felt washed over him as he burst into her throat, his mouth agape in a silent scream. He felt her hum around him as her own body spasmed against his legs as she presumably reached her own peak.

As he clung onto his high, the bliss warming his entire body, he felt a sudden rush, as a wave akin to second orgasm flushed over him, pushing the feeling through him, before pulling it back as quickly as it came. His back arched at the sensation, as if there were a tide inside of him, surging this feeling back and forth over him until it was washed clean away, a final gasp leaving his lips before he collapsed limp and lifeless against the desk, vision fading to black.

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So our girl, Rin has survived to see another day and Dante is out cold yet again; what a way to go eh?

I apologise in advance for how sporadically this may be updated. I'm trying to write this as a go and may need to spend more time between chapters planning. I'm so pleased that people were looking forward to this update already even thought we're only just getting started! I don't intend on making smut the main focus of this fic but a little self indulgence never hurts, and of course things are gonna happen when you put Dante and a succubus together!

Once again, feedback is greatly appreciated and I'll see you all in the next update! :3c

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sanjayyyy-13 · 5 years

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The Heist

‘Ello Dudes! This was requested. It is influenced by the Brooklyn Nine-Nine Halloween episodes. I enjoyed making it. It is pretty long and I hope you guys enjoy!

It was a relaxing day at the manor with Damian laying his head on your lap and reading whilst you played with his hair and scrolled through Instagram. You sat in the living room on a beautiful victorian era couch that you were sure the queen had sat on. The high sun was streaming through the open windows and allowing the cool, fresh air to waft inside. Damian looked up at you and gave you a serene smile. He put his book on the side and said “Beloved, when was the last time we… you know?”. You blushed and asked “had sex?”. He nodded and pushed you down on the couch as his body hovered over yours. He sexily smirked and closed his lips over yours. It became really hot, really fast and the fresh air did nothing to cool your skin. He began kissing your neck and you tried your hardest to keep quiet.

You were enjoying the moment when you heard two loud voices coming from the hallway. You got up quickly and pushed Damian off of you, ultimately pushing him on the floor with a thud.“Ow” you heard him whimper as he got up and scowled at the two boys who walked in shouting at each other. “Sorry” you winced. You felt really bad but got distracted by Dick and Jason yelling at each other.

“Jason, you are like a fucking elephant. You can’t stealth for shit” Dick yelled throwing his hands in the air. “You little shit. I can fucking stealth the fuck out of you” he replied back angrily. You were utterly confused and turned to Damian for an explanation but he just shrugged. “Guys, Whats the problem?” You ask curiously. “This asshole completely ruined our operation because he couldn’t sneak into the warehouse without letting everybody know we were there” Dick clarified. “I caused a distraction so you could get the information faster” Jason butt in furiously. “Boys, I am sure that we can work this out. Jay, just apologize for ruining the operation and Dick say sorry for saying he can’t stealth.” You say. Damian turned at you with a glare because he hated it when you called Jason, Jay. You glanced apologetically at him and turned your attention back to the mess in front of you.

“I’ll only apologize when he proves that he can actually stealth. I bet he can’t even steal Tims prized computer mouse without him noticing” Dick says confidently. “Oh you wanna bet? I swear. If I get that stupid mouse before the sun sets and before you, you have to embarrass yourself in front of the members of Young Justice” Jason says maliciously. “Pfft, I bet I can get it. And if I win then you have to embarrass YOURself in front of Young Justice” Dick says nonchalantly. “Deal” Jason replies.

You glance at Damian and he just shrugs and picks up his book to continue reading. “Wait, but we can’t do this by ourself, I want teams. And I get first pick because I proposed the idea.” Jason says. “I want (Y/N)” he continued. Damian glared menacingly at him and said “(Y/N) and I will not be taking any part of this incompetent game”. He pulled you toward him and whispered so only you can hear “Come on. Let’s continue what they interrupted in my bedroom. You clenched your thighs. “Dami, it’s fun. Just play along” you said. “I will not be taking part of this incompetent game. This is absolute insanity.” Damian said lowly. “Let’s go partner we have an ass we need to kick.

-Time Skip-

Jason managed to recruit Cassandra on his team unbeknownst to Dick. However you were pretty sure Dick had Barbra and Stephanie. You were glad you had Cassie because you knew she was much more skilled than all of the combined. When Jason was trying to recruit her he was legit begging on his knees and holding her hands in his saying “Please, Kit Kat. I promise I will let you use my motorcycle whenever you want.” You stood back and watched whilst Cassie pleaded to you through her eyes to get him off of her. “Jason will promise to stop calling you Kit Kat, if you join our team” you said. “Fine! Just get him off of me” Cassandra said impatiently.

That ultimately brought you here, in front of Tim’s room. You were supposed to be the distraction and lure him out the room whilst Casandra came through the window you would open and steal the mouse. It was a good plan and Jason said he would join at the end where he would hide the mouse in a secret place only he knew. You knocked on his door and walked in to see Tim hunched over his computer with the room completely dark and eerie. “Hey, Timmy.” You said cheerfully. He looked up from his computer and said “Oh hey there (Y/N). Didn’t know you were here.” You smiled and walked in, closing the door behind you. “Why is it so dark in here? It smells like week old coffee. You should let some fresh air” you stated as you opened the curtains and cracked open the window. He hissed at the unwelcome sunlight and screeched “No! Oh man the smell of coffee was keeping me up.” You rolled your eyes and said “Tim, you should probably go and have a shower. Take a break man”. “I-I suppose I can do that.” He says. You were surprised it was that easy. He got up from the bed and walked towards his bathroom. He turned around and said “But if you even think about taking my computer mouse, just know I can ruin your life in a matter of seconds”. You gulped and he continued to make his way to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it. You wondered how he even knew about that but just shrugged because what harm could poor little Timmy do. You were lost in thought when you completely forgot to leave after you saw Cassie prying the window open. Your part of the deal was done, you were free to do whatever you wanted now.

Leaving the room quietly you began walking down the hallway and saw Stephanie walking towards Tims room. Fuck. Cassie is probably not done yet. You stepped in front of her and said excitedly “Hey! Steph. How are you? I haven’t seen you in ages.”. She smiled mischievously and said “Don’t even try distracting me. I have a mission and I intend on completing it.”. She started speed walking to his room and you had to jog to catch up with her. “Oh please, I just want to catch up” you said. She stopped unexpectedly and said “You know, Damian is looking for you. He seems pretty pissed so good luck”. “Lies” you said dangerously. She shrugged and continued walking, “believe what you wanna believe (Y/N)” she threw over her shoulder. You didn’t want to risk it so you began searching for Damian throughout the manor.

-30 minutes later-

You glanced at your phone and realized you have been looking for Damian for 30 minutes and it was nearing the deadline for the heist. You sighed and began calling Damian’s phone, unfortunately he didn’t pick up. God damnit. Where could he be? Your phone began ringing and you excitedly thought it was Damian however it was Jason calling you. You answered saying “What’s up?”. “(Y/N), where are you? We were supposed to meet in the kitchen! We have 10 minutes left” he said hurriedly. “All right I am on my way” you replied. You made your way to the kitchen and saw everyone crowded in there. Dick, Barbra and Stephanie were on one side of the counters whilst Jason and Cassie were waiting for you on the other side. Both of them looked pretty smug so you wondered which team actually had Tims prized mouse.

“Ahh, (Y/N) how nice of you to join us” Dick said. You rolled your eyes and took your place next to Cassie. Leaning against the counter behind you, you glanced at Jason who was smirking at Dick. “Jason, you have proved your incompetence by not having the mouse.” Dick said confidently. He pulled out a black mouse with green stripes on the side. You began to chuckle because you knew that that wasn’t his “prized” mouse. It was just his regular mouse. “You fool! That isn’t his favorite mouse. This is” Jason proclaimed pulling a green mouse with a cool design on the top. You glanced at the clock and realized there was only 1 minute left. “You both are retards! Those are not my favorite mouses. The golden one is. It is right behind my computer stand.” Tim said as he walked in from the side door, smirking. Everyone turned to look at him in surprise.

Jason and Dick looked at each other and an unspoken race began. Dick threw the mouse at Jason to startle him and ran for the exit. Jason recovered and glared at Dick whilst going for the exit it front of him. Both ultimately failed when they realized the door was locked. Everyone glanced at each other in confusion. “I suppose I win.” Damian said unexpectedly coming from the same entrance Tim did. Everyone brought their attention on Damian and gasped as he pulled out the golden mouse from his pocket. He was smirking big time and looked super smug about it. Jason and Dick both glared at him and ran for him. Jason said “(Y/N) is on our side. And you love her right. Give it to me then”. Dick said “Oh baby bird. I’m your favorite brother. Come on and give it to me!”. Damian scoffed and looked at the time realizing there was 5 seconds left. “I guess since your both sore losers, you can both embarrass yourselves in front of the league” Damian proclaimed. They both sighed and groaned sadly.

-Time Skip-

“Why did you let yourself be dragged away, (Y/N)?” Damian said softly. You guys were currently sitting in the living room of the young justice compound waiting for the others to shown up for their embarrassment. “I’m truly sorry Damian. I wish I could change that” you replied sadly. He pulled you to sit on top of him and said “It’s okay beloved. I love you”. You smiled and gave him a passionate kiss. His hands to your hips to keep you balanced as he began kissing you back. He pulled back and you saw lust misting over his emerald hues. “You know, we never really got to finish what we started at the manor” he whispered seductively. You clenched your thighs and started kissing him back with a new hunger. But ultimately was once again disturbed by the sound of footsteps coming through the hall. You pushed yourself off of him hurriedly and ended up hurting his arm in the process. “Ow” he said holding his arm. You chuckled and said “I’m really sorry. Deja vu. It’s like living rooms are bad luck”. He smiled.

The members of the young justice filed in the living room and sat in their seats waiting for a supposed performance by Jason and Dick. Dick said he wanted it to be classy embarrassment when you asked what he was gonna do. Everyone greeted you and Damian. Everyone was there, M’gann, Artemis, Wally, Conner, Tim, Steph, Barbra, Cassie, Kaldur and Zatanna. “Ladies and gentleman, welcome to our fabulous play, Romeo and Juliet” Dick’s voice echoed. Everyone began laughing. The fake curtains rolled open revealing Jason wearing a olden era dress looking out his balcony. All the girl began hollering and whistling at him. He seemed pretty miserable and uncomfortable and he had a look that roughly translated to “I hate everybody”. He began flatly saying “Oh Romeo, oh Romeo. Where art thou, thy Romeo”. Dick came out of nowhere wearing pretty tight tights and a fluffy top that looked ridiculous. Everyone began dying of laughter. “I am here my Juliet” he said dramatically.

You laughed so hard and Damian was chuckling along with you. You looked up at him from your position and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Hey! This is our love story you love birds” Jason yelled pointing at you and Damian. Damian stopped laughing and began blushing furiously at the attention everyone was giving him. “Shut it Todd and keep in character” he growled. You laughed and the show continued. The whole night was dedicated to the hilarious embarrassment of Jason and Dick. After the show you and Damian retired to his room… not to sleep though *wink* *wink*.

#batfamily #batfam headcanons #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #damian wayne x reader #Stephanie Brown #cassandra cain #barbra gordon #young justice #fluff #brooklyn nine nine #halloween #halloween heist

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lemonsandstrawberries · 5 years

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Double Trouble Reunion, part 10

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Avengers,

universe: Double Trouble universe (Steve and Tony, T2 and S2)

summary: Both Tonys go down with a sickness and Steves are there to take care of their partners and T2 notices something new about them all.

length: 3 563 words

a/n: AH CAN YOU ALL BELIEVE THAT THIS IS PART 10 :D?! because I can’t! feels like some kind of a milestone! going back to the fic - this is another domestic part, but I am building up here to something so bear with me for a bit longer! this is for all of you who like reading about Steve taking care of Tony... just doubled! hope you will like it, feedback, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! if you have any ideas what would you like to read in this series, I am open to suggestions!

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Double Trouble Reunion, part 10

"ACHOO!"

"Tony! Cover your mouth!"

"Why?" T2 sniffled and loudly blew his nose. Well, wasn’t that attractive. S2 watched with disgust in a seemingly safe distance as he remained on his spot in the armchair, in a sunny place near the window. "You can’t get sick. He is sick already," brunet explained, tilting his head in the direction of a lump buried under the covers in bed beside him. As an answer, the lump groaned and curled into a tighter ball, only a bit of disheveled brown hair sticking out. "See? Everything is fine!" T2 summed up, scrunching the used tissue and tossing it aside from the bed. Probably for Steve to pick up later.

S2 didn't even bother to answer. He stood up from the chair and grabbed the earlier tossed tissue, throwing it in the nearby bin. "I left this for you here, can you at least throw them inside?" he asked his boyfriend, slowly getting irritated.

"Uh oh, sorry, can't," T2 grinned adorably, feeling relatively safe in his current feverish state, "sickness is messing up my aim."

"Yeah, right," S2 seethed, doing the reasonable thing and wiping his hands with some antibacterial wipes he kept in his pocket since both Tonys started to sniffle and cough. "Why you couldn't be the one coming down with laryngitis," he grumbled to himself, already forgetting that his Tony while being sick turned into a real chatterbox. He wasn't sure how T1 was dealing with sickness, but the other brunet had a massive sore throat and could barely speak.

T2 laughed cheerfully, the sound coming out as deeper and nasal. "Hey, wanna hear a joke?" he asked, not waiting for an answer. "Who is a genius and all covered in snot?" he gave S2 a second and then pointed his head in T1's direction, who still remained buried under the covers.

That was a lame joke, the lamest of lamest jokes in the history of lame jokes. Still, S2 snorted out a small laugh, and the reaction made T2 grin brighter. Until he sneezed again.

"Ew," S2 summarized, taking a step back and watching T2 wipe his nose again.

"You know you can't resist me," T2 grumbled, making an effort and throwing the tissue this time to the bin. Nice.

"Oh yes, it is really hard for me to not fling myself at you," S2 deadpanned, going back to his spot.

"What are you - NO!" T2 cried and pulled the covers up to his chin when the window was opened and cold, salty air made its way into the room. "Not again! Close it!"

"Just five minutes. Need to air the germs out!" S2 argued, sitting down. He also believed that breathing in ocean air was a cure for common cold, while Tonys could argue that there was no scientific proof for that. Well, one Tony.

"Just admit that you hate us," T2 seethed, shivering a little.

"Not both of you," S2 smirked, taking his book back and flipping the pages. "We all know whose fault it is that you are sick."

That was a blatant lie. Sorta. Okay, maybe. How was he supposed to know that standing in an airport and wearing short pants that ended below his knees would give him cold days later? It might as well be T1's fault, seeing that he and S1 had to have a private conversation in New York which happened in the late evening in open space and on top of the Avengers Tower. But nooo, everyone had to blame him, because he had a sense of humor.

In the end, T2 pouted, jutting his lower lip. He was cold, and sick and miserable.

"Don't give me that face," S2 said sternly.

Cold and sick and miserable.

"Tony…"

Cold and sick and so, so miserable.

"Okay, fine!" S2 gave up. He closed the window and turned just in time to see a brief, triumphant smile showing on his boyfriend's face before the sad look was back on. It took him a while to realize, but sometimes, T2 was playing him as he wanted. Eh, he just had a soft spot for his snarky guy.

T2 shivered again. "Cold," he curled in himself, "come here," he asked, needing Steve's body warmth.

"Oh, no, no, no," S2 quickly refused, still having fresh memories of what happened when he had listened to that request earlier. Both Tonys clung to him and stayed still, soaking in the warmth and falling to sleep, which was just a cover, and soon, there were twenty fingers worming under his arms and squeezing at his sides. It was a scenario that seemed to like to repeat and this time, S2 didn't know how to get away without unnecessarily tiring out his boys, and the other Steve had to come rushing in and save him from two sick Iron Men. "Not falling for that again!"

The lump under the covers giggled quietly, which sounded a bit spooky with how deeply and hollow the voice was because of the cold, and T2 winked at his boyfriend.

"You had fun," he pointed out.

"Seriously, why you couldn't get a sore throat too," S2 grumbled, slowly becoming tired of being teased. He started regretting volunteering for Tony-sitting and delegating S1 cook lunch for them.

"ACHOO!"

S2 opened his mouth to tell his boyfriend, again, to cover his mouth, but it wasn't him. "Oh great!" he called, "you gave T1 your cold again! That is why you were supposed to be in separate beds!"

A screamed out no, and both Tonys squeezed closer, T1 no longer on his side and turned around, but in the middle of the bed and buried against T2 frame, who held the other him protectively. Maybe it would be wiser, but they didn't want to be alone. And strategically speaking, watching two Tonys together was easier, than watching them separately.

"Soup is ready!" Steve finally showed up, walking into the bedroom, holding a tray with two bowls of chicken soup with noodles. There was no point if making anything creative, as Tony always demanded chicken soup while sick and Steve had a feeling T2 would be the same.

"Took you long enough," S2 grumbled, watching his counterpart setting the tray on the nightstand table.

"Why? Needed saving again?" S1 asked with some mischievous satisfaction, maybe enjoying a bit too much the memory of walking into the bedroom and seeing S2 trapped between both Tonys and laughing his heart out. He didn't wait for an answer, not expecting to hear anything good anyway, and sat on the bed, turning to T2. "How is my favorite other dimension babe doing?" he asked, tenderly brushing his hand against T2's face, both to pet and to feel if he still had a fever.

"Better since you showed up," T2 purred, and Steve smiled in relief, not feeling any fever anymore, at least on this Tony. S2 watched the exchange, having a familiar feeling. He really had to give more thought about T2 having some manipulative streak in him.

"Tony?" Steve moved slightly away and addressed the lump in the covers. The lump grunted. "Babe, soup time," he said, gently patting the covers Tony hid into.

With a grunt or two, Tony slowly peeked out from his warm cocoon, blinking at the brightness and with hair sticking out in every direction and sweating and flushed and - wow. Just wow. Steve had to take a hot minute to himself and clench his teeth really tight to not show what he just thought.

"Oh my God! You can't be thinking about this right now!"

Too bad that the other him was in the room.

"I am not thinking about anything!" Steve quickly defended himself, trying to get out of his mind the dirty and hot image. Totally inappropriate in current circumstances.

"But you did. That's - that's horrible, okay?! He is sick!" S2 judged, narrowing eyes at his counterpart. Steve grunted something and tugged at his collar, just as T1 quietly giggled, again hollow and deep, and nothing as the sweet high pitched giggling they all loved so much. With effort, he sat up and pressed his back against the headboard, in the same manner as T2 was sitting the whole time.

"Wow, you are so lucky," T2 said, looking at the other sick him with jealousy, "my Steve won't touch me with a ten-foot pole when I am sick."

The statement was met with a 'not true' grunted out by S2, and timid 'we did it only once when he was sick' by S1, which was quickly drown out by a shocked 'WHAT?!' from S2.

"Nothing!" Steve scrubbed his neck with a sheepish grin, trying to ignore the judging look from the other him. "Eat up, guys," he said, handing the bowls with soup to Tonys, not missing the comment about being messed up coming from S2, but choosing to ignore it.

T1 smiled to the soup and dipped his spoon in, eagerly eating with an appetite. On the other hand, T2 eyed the soup suspiciously.

"The heck is this?" he asked, sounding offended.

"Chicken soup," Steve answered immediately, not understanding the grumpy tone.

"I know that! I meant this!" T2 snapped more and dipped his spoon in and lifted it up, letting the noodles fall back into the soup with soft splashes.

"Uhmmm…" Steve hesitated, not knowing how to continue this conversation. "Alphabet noodles?" he asked. It wasn't the most mature kind of noodles in the world, but Tony did enjoy them on his sick days. Even more, he enjoyed spelling some words with them and it was cute to see how much joy it brought him during his bed rest. "Tony likes it," Steve said, and Tony smiled sweetly, continuing to sip his portion.

"This is not what I ordered," T2 grunted with a pout, which already was a lie, as he didn't order anything.

S2 snorted and looked at his boyfriend in disbelief, before looking at Steve. "My Tony likes star-shaped noodles. You know, a star for Stark," he pointed out cheerfully and T2 sent a hurt look in S1's direction. Like he could know. There was no point in cooking a new portion of noodles.

"Tomorrow, okay?" Steve asked with a sigh, promising star-shaped noodles for a later date, "eat this now while it is still hot."

"Hey!" T2 snapped, yet not on Steve, but on Tony, who showed the other him his spoon and then quickly hid it in his mouth. "He spelled a bad word on me!" he complained in Steves' direction.

"What did he spell?" S2 asked.

"I can't say because I am a gentleman," T2 explained snootily and T1 happily chewed on the offensive letters. "And - why there is chicken in the soup?!"

Steve felt a headache coming. "Because it is chicken soup?" he asked the obvious.

"Tony likes only noodles and carrots in his chicken soup," S2 quickly explained, and T2 eagerly nodded.

Steve didn't say anything. If he knew that cooking for sick Tonys would be such an ordeal, he would let S2 handle it. "Duly noted. Now eat," he said, not adding 'before I smack you', but it was well implied.

"But I don't waaaaant meat in my soup," T2 whined. He was saved by T1 who dipped his spoon in the other's soup and swiftly plucked out pieces of meat and ate them. "Oh, great," T2 shuddered, looking angrily at the other brunet, "now I have your germs in my soup."

T1 snickered and didn't seem bothered at all. The reaction even encouraged him to be a pain, and he scooted closer and licked T2's cheek, long and wet.

"AAGH!" T2 cried in anguish, and it would be funny if Steve wasn't already irritated.

"I am really tempted to put you in separate beds," he threatened, eyeing his boys sternly.

"That is what I have been saying this whole time," S2 reminded, convinced that the getting better process would be cut in time by half if both Tonys didn't keep giving each other germs. Even if they were driving each other crazy, Tonys really didn't want to be alone and quietly resumed eating.

"Well, seeing that they are calm," S2 said, standing up and stretching, "I am gonna leave you on Tonys' duty," he winked at the other him, needing a break.

"Okay," S1 nodded, "lunch for you is the kitchen."

"Thanks," S2 smiled and gently patted his Tony's head and then leaned in to brush a hand over T2's hair. "Be good, guys!" he said and walked out. T2's eyes lingered a bit longer on his leaving boyfriend, feeling that the goodbye was a little cold for his liking. But well, he wasn't exactly a delight to start with, so maybe he won't be missed that much.

"Good job," Steve praised when minutes after both Tonys finished their meal and handed Steve empty bowls. "How are you feeling?" he asked and put the bowls back on the tray, watching T2 shrug and T1 shake his head. "Still can't speak, huh?" he asked sympathetically, checking T1's forehead and feeling that he was burning. T2 got sick first so it was logical that he was also getting better first. Steve was just hoping that his Tony won't give the sickness back to T2. "I will get your medicine. And make you water with salt to gargle your throat," he said to T1 who grimaced horribly. "Hey, you know it helps!" Steve pointed out. It was an old, but a trustworthy method, one he picked up from home. He moved from the bed and reached for the tray, almost dropping it down at the asked question.

"So, you two had sex while T1 was sick?"

"T2," Steve seethed in warning and straightened up with the tray, as T1 shot a funny look at his counterpart. Where was this heading to.

"Hey, I don't judge," T2 soothed, shrugging the warning off. "And I can understand that. He does look kinda cute while sick."

Steve didn't really expect such confession and took a glimpse at Tony, who blinked in confusion and the sight made Steve feel a little hot again. Flushed Tony, sweaty and with sparkling eyes. If it wasn't for a horrendous cough and occasional sneezing, his current appearance could be easily mistaken for a mid-sex haze. Somehow, this thought made Steve horribly guilty.

"And he can't talk now either. And in comparison to his usual loudness, it had to be an exciting change."

Even more guilt and why T2 had to read through him so easily.

"I am going to get your medicine," Steve repeated, more as if to remind himself that he had more important things to do than fantasies, "can I leave you two alone for few minutes?" he asked, addressing more T2 than T1.

"Of course," T2 answered charmingly, "that feather is still in the nightstand, right?"

"T2," Steve warned again, hearing Tony grunt something in protest. Not the time and place.

"I was joking, you can go," T2 smiled. Steve wasn't convinced and didn't move a muscle. "I promise, I will be good," T2 assured.

"Okay," Steve believed and walked out, feeling a bit suspicious, but trusting the other Tony to not do anything his Tony wouldn't want to.

"Tsk, I should feel offended," T2 complained, but there was some humor laced in his voice. He lowered himself back into the covers and closed his eyes, opening them back when a warm shape pressed to his side. "What?" he asked, seeing T1 cuddling to him.

"Hrrmh," T1 answered, which could mean everything and nothing. The brunet wiggled some more and settled with pressing his side to T2's front and curling into him, putting the top of his head underneath T2's chin. That was new. T1 rarely initiated cuddling between them, and when T2 thought about it some more, it was usually T2 who reached for Tony's hand or lay himself across brunet's lap, just to irritate him and provoke to play. T1 liked to smack him when Steves were turned around or place hot kisses on his lips, but rarely the touch was soft and casual, nothing like the everyday affection between Tony and Steve, T2 witnessed every day.

"Who would have thought that you are the cuddly type when sick," T2 teased, looping hands around his counterpart, getting another 'hrrmhh' as an answer. Then something more happened, and the hand that was idly placed against T1's stomach was taken in a hold and rubbed up and down against the cotton of the shirt. Oh wow. T1 was asking for a tummy rub? From him? He had to have a really high fever. Quick and ruthless tickles were common among them, but that kind of tickling, soothing and soft, was performed only by Steves. T2 remembered one time T1 tickled him like that, and it was such a long time ago when T2 felt out of his place and missed his Steve and S1 -

Tony got impatient and batted on the hand like a cat on a toy, encouraging it to move. T2 smiled to himself and complied, rubbing small circles into the warm skin only with his fingertips, applying gentle pressure. T1 couldn't laugh, but his back was shaking a bit and some small snorts escaped here and there, showing how much he enjoyed the touch. After all, who could know better than other him what he liked?

And just like that, T2 realized something. Something he didn't see before. Out of the two of them, he was seen as the one who needed more attention and affection and knew how to get it. T1 was always snarky and liked to be in charge. Yet, when they were sick… The opposite happened. At their most vulnerable, it was T2 who tried to maintain some control, while T1 totally let go and let himself be taken care of. There was no trick to it, just a complete trust in his partner. Just like T1 was trusting him in the current moment, although T2 couldn't imagine T1 coming to him and asking for tummy tickles on a regular day. It wasn't a good thought. T2 quickly started to questions his relationship with S2. Of course, they loved each other. They trusted each other. They were engaged. Then why he tried to stay alert at all cost, why he tried to prove that sickness didn't deprive him of his wit and charisma, why he couldn't relax and give himself over to Steve? He gave himself to Steve in so many different situations and on so many different levels, except this one, this one when he felt truly vulnerable and defenseless, something kept telling him to keep his guard up, which was completely unnecessary. Unless you didn't trust your partner… T2 felt lost. He did trust Steve. He never got a reason to not trust him, unlike T1 and S1. But while they worked their issues out and the conflict made the bond between them stronger than ever, T2 and S2 never had that groundbreaking moment. They never questioned their love and commitment to each other. It remained the same, steady and unchanged. He remembered that once, in the middle of the night, while half asleep, T1 confessed to him that he felt jealous of the strong bond between T2 and S2, wishing that he and his Steve were like that too. And they were. T2 was just seeing it. They were, in their own, unique way, and maybe the bond was even stronger as it was based on pain and tears and forgiveness. Dammit, he wished his Steve was here.

"Hey…"

Oh, maybe he was lucky.

T2 turned his face to the side and saw S1 standing near the bed. Not so lucky, but still lucky.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked in a whisper, alarmed by the stillness from the brunet and some confused look in his eyes.

"Yeah," T2 whispered back, still brushing Tony's belly soothingly. "He is sleeping," he said, feeling the steady movement under his fingertips.

Steve smiled and put the tray with medicine aside. It could wait. He cautiously lifted the covers and fitted himself against T2's back gently.

"What are you doing?" T2 asked, sandwiched between this dimension couple.

"S2 said you were cold," S1 answered, brushing T2's hair away from his face, and covering them up, mindful of Tony.

"Oh," T2 said, feeling guilty when his fiance was mentioned. He really wished for his Steve to be here in this moment. "Where is he now?"

"He went to the city," S1 whispered and well, that kinda broke T2's heart. "He wants to buy you some stronger medicine for you cold, he is afraid you might sneeze your lungs out," he added, chuckling a bit at the last part. The words fixed his heart and he felt warmth spreading over his limbs. Not only because of warmth coming from two bodies.

What was he even doing anyway? It wasn't a contest, it wasn't a debate which couple loved each other more and there were no winners. They all were winners, finding love with their right partners and then finding love in an impossible place. Feeling happy and at ease, T2 closed his eyes, wishing for their sickness to pass already and show his lovers how much he cared.

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chocolatemillkk · 6 years

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Kid Brother IV

I wake to the bright light from my windows the next morning. Or afternoon, I realise as I check my clock. I thank myself from last night for being responsible and drinking tons of water before going home as my hangover is nonexistent. The warm body on the sheets next to me hums in his sleep and I recognise the shock of red hair as Josh. So I guess we did end up at my place, I realise as the night comes back to me.

Josh's hand is wrapped around my midsection and his face rests near my shoulder. He looked peaceful in the morning light, and he was a perfect gentleman last night-just as he'd been when we went out a few months ago. But a small feeling in the pit of my stomach makes me feel uneasy. In another life, I could see Josh and I getting on but in this one, Josh couldn't be more than a friend. Because now that I've had my first night with another guy whilst aware of my feelings for Joe, things didn't sit right. Especially when it was his best mate I slept with.

Zoe and I became best friends in primary school and Joe and I got quite close as kids too. After a certain point, however, we drifted apart as he was always trying to annoy Zoe and I or play pranks on us when we were trying to hang out. He'd always have a cheeky comment to everything I said which led to many years of arguing. But before that, we got really close. I don't even think Zoe realised how close her brother and I used to be.

The thing was, I used to sleep over at the Sugg house a lot when my parents were going through a divorce and because I had nightmares I would sometimes leave Zoe asleep and sit in their living room for some fresh air. One night, I ran into Joe who was sneaking a midnight snack and we got to talking. And after that, every time I slept over, Joe would come down around midnight and we would stay up. He told me what was going on with him and I told him everything I couldn’t tell others. He gave shite advice, I smile thinking about it, but he was a great listener. We stopped after my parents divorced and I lived with my dad. And once I got my first boyfriend at 15. Joe and I argued a lot, he was always making fun of me for the things Zoe and I did, for the kinds of boys I dated. But I can barely believe we shared so much with one other at one point.

I remember the other big moment with Joe from when we were kids. Our senior dance Zoe and I both had dates. Mine was my boyfriend I was dating since Christmas but the night before the dance he broke up with me over IM and I was devastated. Joe, upon hearing what happened, wore his nicest shirt and took a rare shower and showed up in Zoe's room while she tried to coat my lashes in waterproof mascara. He said he could go with me and honestly, it was one of the best nights I had all year.

"Hey," Josh's sleepy voice wakes me from my trip down memory lane. He kisses me on my bare shoulder and brushes his thumb against my waist, sending butterflies to my stomach. "You're up."

"Yeah," I sigh. I turn to face him and we examine each other for a few moments before he speaks.

"I shouldn't feel guilty, I mean we've done this before we knew we-that we had Joe in common. You know it's not that what we have is bad. You're beautiful and amazing but I just feel guilty?"

I exhale a laugh, "I know exactly what you mean."

"I thought so, that look on your face earlier was pretty easy to read."

I stroke his face and he returns a sad smile. "I really do like you, I wish things didn't turn out like they did all this while ago."

"Me too," he sighs. "I actually really like you too. But I think we can be great friends don't you?"

"I do," I smile. "Friends with a rich history."

Josh opens his mouth wide while he laughs and it's contagious. "You have a thing for Joe don't you?" He asks once we quiet down.

"What?" I begin to build up a defence but I realise I'm laying mostly naked with his best friend and basically it's not like he was going to tell Joe about this particular moment. "Maybe, I'm not quite sure yet."

"You do!" Josh pokes me. "You're denying it to yourself. And Joe talks about you too often and now that I know you like him too-quite frankly I don't know why nothing's happened between you two."

"Ugh," I bury my face in the duvet. "I don't want it to be weird! He's always been Zoe's younger brother and I used to see him like that too! I'm just not sure-"

I'm cut off when my phone begins ringing. I lean over to check and see Joe's grade school picture staring up at me. Oh gods.

"That's Joe," I say panicked. "What do I do?"

"Is he here?" Josh scrambles to get up while remaining covered and I hold the phone in my hand like it's about to go off at any second. "Maybe he's just calling about last night? Pick it up."

I do as Josh says. "Hello?"

"Y/N jeez I've been buzzing up to your flat for ages are you just waking up?"

"Joe-uh-yeah I'm just waking." I look at Josh wide eyed and he deflates into the bed. We were going to be found out!

"Can I come up at least!"

"What are you doing here?" I manage to ask.

"I told you last night we would do something today to make up for it. Y/N you remember right? It's 1pm!"

"Right," I vaguely remember. I grab my robe and slip it on, walking out to the hall to buzz Joe in. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Shit Y/N!" Josh says when I come back into the room. "What do we do?"

"Okay," I run my fingers through my hair, I was really in deep. "You stay here in bed, don't show up. I'll sit Joe in the front and get ready in the bathroom. We'll leave and I'll text you when you're clear to go? He'll never have to know."

"Okay yeah," Josh agrees. "Just make sure to hide my things from the front."

Right, I place Josh's shoes in the closet and throw his jacket into the room with him just in time to hear Joe knocking.

"Oh, you really did get up." Joe comments when I open the door. I blush, in trying to clean up any evidence of Josh in the living room I forgot to look at myself in the mirror. When I catch my reflection, I burn with embarassment. My hair was a mess and I had remnants of top eyeliner on my cheekbones.

"You want anything?" I ask Joe as I grab a makeup wipe and take off last night's makeup.

"I'm good, late night?" Joe sits on the couch and watches me remove my makeup.

"Kind of. What did you wanna do today?"

"Thought we could grab lunch. Just hang out, I want to redeem my behaviour from yesterday so I'm even willing to go to one of those museums you loved to visit on school trips."

I laugh, I can't believe Joe remembered. "I haven't been to one in years Joe! I'd love that!"

"Yeah? Perfect! I just have to let Josh know I can't film with him and Mikey today then."

"Wait what?" I panic. Josh? Did he know or was I being paranoid.

"I was supposed to film with them today but I'll ask him to do it tomorrow. It's not a big deal."

"Oh, right!" I act casual but my heart is racing. "I'll just...get ready quick."

Just as I think we're in the clear, a phone goes off in the kitchen. But not my phone. The ring tone is distinct and it belongs to Josh's phone. I watch Joe's face go from confused to a realisation and then to a dark shade of angry. I stand frozen as Joe finally meets my eye.

"You went home with Josh," he says plainly.

"Well," I say but I have a hard time even explaining myself. Joe looks so upset and disappointed with me and it's like we're 10 and I've just told him the girl he has a crush in finds him weird.

"Hey," Josh shows up behind me. "Y/N your spare futon sucks. Oh hey Joe, didn't hear you come in." Josh puts on a whole one-man act as he goes searching for his phone. "Have you seen my phone I thought I heard the ring tone."

"In the kitchen," I manage to say. Joe looks between us with suspicion so I try to cover up. "Josh and I had a nice chat last night, catching up since we lost each other's numbers. I let him crash since it got so late."

Joe nods but I can tell he doesn't believe me. "Why haven't I got to sleep on your spare futon?" He asks and my heart sinks. He was testing the story, cheeky little Sugg.

"Trust me bro, you don't want to." Josh calls out. "You can try laying in it, you'll split your back."

I want to tape Josh's mouth shut. Why was he carrying on the story! "Maybe I will," Joe says as he gets up and walks past me to the guest room. I don't have time to find Josh and slap him across the face so I run after Joe. But when I get to the guest room, the guest bed is disheveled and a button up lays crumpled on the floor as does Josh's jacket. Wow, Youtubers really knew how to out on a prank and this one just saved our asses.

"This is solid like a rock," Joe says from the bed. He's relaxed again and I can tell he's bought the story but I want to cry from all the anxiety it caused me.

"It's not like I ever have people sleeping over." I joke.

"You should change that," Joe says and he gives me that look again. Like the one from last night where he means more than he's saying.

"Okay!" I clap my hands. "I'm getting ready-half an hour max!"

Joe groans, but he heads back to where Josh is. I apply my makeup with shaky hands.

Josh ends up joining us for lunch. When we get a moment alone while Joe finds his car, I yell at him for being so callous and then praise him for his quick thinking. And somehow, Josh and I are not awkward at all as we all hang together. We laugh and talk about things like we'd been friends all alone.

Josh leaves as we head to the museum and Joe decides he wants to see the popular paintings first. I take a few pictures of him and he forces me to take some too, making me promise I would update my Instagram.

We find ourselves walking along the river while the sun begins to set and it colours the sky in magnificent colours.

"Are sunsets as romantic as sunrises?" Joe asks.

"What?" I look at him, confused.

"From Zoe's place, the sunrise you said was romantic. Are sunsets just as romantic?"

"Oh," I laugh. "Sunsets are definitely more romantic in my opinion."

"Yeah?" Joe asks as he holds out his hand to me. I take it gently and he pulls me towards the railings where a bench lays. We sit on the bench, my hand in Joe's which rests in his lap. The sky begin to darken as the sun sinks lower but the sky remains a kaleidoscope of oranges and pinks.

"You're actually right," Joe finally says. "This is gorgeous and romantic."

"Yeah," I laugh. I glance at my hand still in his lap and my heart can't help but skip a beat. "Joe?" I get his attention. "How do you manage to do this?"

"Do what?" He lets go of my hand to face me. "What you mean?"

"I dunno," I say flustered. "You're generally-you rarely take anything seriously...but then you sit here with me and I experience such a serene moment with you watching this sunset. I don't think any boyfriend's ever made me feel this way. But you're just Joseph, y'know? But you're also...you're not. You've grown up and I barely noticed." I finish, my voice a whisper.

"I hope that's a good thing." Joe states.

"Yeah..." I pull out his contact information from my phone and try to counteract the tense moment I'd created. "But you're also this kid." I show him his half-lidded grade school photo I have for his contact.

"Y/N!" He tries to grab my phone but I snatch it away. "That's not funny I've already asked you to take it down!"

"Never," I cackle but when Joe threatens to use a horrible picture of me I pretend to agree. But there was no way I was actually doing it.

"So wait are you saying I'm mature?" Joe goes on.

"Okay I never said that," I tease. "But matured, yeah."

"Hm," he says and leans back with a thoughtful expression.

"Do you want to go back to mine?" I ask. What was I doing! My feelings were in a mess enough spending the whole day with him and now I was inviting him back? But a part of me just wanted to say 'f it' and kiss him already. I wanted this weird tension to be over, to confirm if he felt for me what I felt for him. And whether what I felt for him was legit.

"Do I get to sleepover on the rock solid bed?" He questions while we make our way back.

"My bed's pretty comfortable," I flirt. He stops in the middle of walking and stares at me, shocked.

"I can't believe you just said that."

"What? We've had sleepovers before," I say innocently.

"Right," Joe runs his hands through his locks and goes along with it. But I take note of the way he reacted just as I wanted him to.

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superprincesspea · 7 years

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Knock, Chapter 10

You find out the sex of your baby but that isn’t the only thing that surprises you on your trip to Hilltop.

Simon/You, Fluff, Pregnancy

Words: 2241

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

It was stubborn pride that had given you the final push through Simon’s door and some days you wondered if you’d made the right decision. Even three months later you’d find yourself catching his eye and quietly wishing he’d pull you back into his arms like you hadn’t walked away.

With a sigh you pushed the idea to the back of your mind, it was no good dwelling on past decisions and you didn’t want to spoil today. You’d been looking forward to this day for weeks and you’d spent a great deal of time convincing Dr Carson to convince Simon that it would be an excellent idea.

You were running early. The excitement to finally get a chance to not only leave the Sanctuary but also see your baby had made you spring out of bed this morning. Well, maybe not spring. You didn’t exactly spring anymore. At almost five months pregnant you rolled.

Your hand was rubbing absent minded circles on your rounded belly when you stepped into the mess hall, almost accidentally bouncing into Fat Joey as you spotted Simon already waiting for you.

He was sitting on the edge of a table, his laughter filling the room and making your heart leap at the sound of it. A girlish grin was right on the brink of filling you face when you spotted a waify redhead eating up his every word. She had her long hair curled around slender fingers, her jeans cut low enough to show more than an inch of washboard abs while you stood in the doorway feeling like a baby manatee and not in a cute way.

You might have thought that a man expecting a baby with another woman would have taken him off the market but it had only seemed to make him more desirable or maybe you were just noticing it more. This wasn’t the first time you’d spotted the shy flirty smiles of a women looking to find her way into his trousers and you found yourself wondering if he’d accepted any of the offers that had surely come his way. That idea lead you to curl your fists into balls, your spine straight and your jaw clenched as you stormed across the room.

It was probably fortunate that the redhead slinked away before you had the chance to say anything and potentially embarrass yourself. But that didn’t stop you from standing in front of Simon and demanding, “who was that?”

Simon slid off the table, towering over you, his smile unwavering. “That was Penny.”

“Well I don’t like her,” you spat, your hand on your hip in a way that reminded you of your mother.

Simon snorted, “you didn’t even know her name until ten seconds ago.”

Maybe it was the hormones, sure, you could blame the hormones for what came out of your mouth next. “I don’t need to know her name to know she’s a whore.”

He rested his hand on his belt, cocking one eyebrow as he carefully looked you up and down, “have you lost what was left of your damn mind?”

You glanced away, the sting of his words making you realise that this wasn’t you. You didn’t call women whores and you certainly didn’t get possessive but you were in no mood to back down. “We’re having a baby so that means you should be thinking about what kind of girls you're spending your time with.”

“Last time I checked I was a free agent. You said yourself, there’s nothing between us until the baby’s here so that gives me four more months of doing whatever the hell I want.”

“The baby is here,” you snap pointing to your swollen belly, “it’s here right now so you better think about that before you start fucking all these random women.”

“Wait a minute,” he says pointing his finger at you, his laugh rumbling slowly across his chest, “is it at all possible that you might be jealous?”

Your cheeks heat and he begins to laugh a little harder like you’ve proven his point.

“Maybe I am jealous! Jealous that you get to act like nothing’s happened while I’m lumbered with this,” you gestured to your belly once again and his laughter stops.

“Well I’m sorry to lumber you,” he says, grabbing his jacket and walking away so you can only catch a glimpse of the way his face has fallen.

You clench your teeth together, frustration curling your fists into even tighter balls. You’re overreacting and saying everything wrong and if you were completely honest you were also being a total bitch. You didn’t feel lumbered, lumbered wasn’t the right word at all. In fact, right now what you felt was… horny. Insatiable. The idea that Simon might fuck another woman annoys you in more ways than one.

Silently cursing your big mouth you follow him outside to where the Jeep is waiting and when you’ve both taken your seats you can see the way his eyes keep flicking to your belly, his hesitation to take you to Hilltop is palpable before he even begins to speak. “I know Carson said it would be better for you to see his brother for a sonogram but now I’m thinking it might be better for everyone if I bring the other Doc here instead.”

“No,” you say quickly, your hand gripping his forearm. “Please don't change your mind about this. I’ve been stuck in the Sanctuary for months and the drive to Hilltop is so pretty and... I wanna see the fields and breathe the fresh air and not feel like I’m trapped here.”

You were gripping his arm even tighter now and even you hadn’t quite realised how stir crazy you’d been the past few weeks. Now that your sickness had pretty much disappeared, you were finding life inside the walls like being in a prison. Everything was so dark and grey and your room felt smaller now that you were bigger. When you’d gone up to the roof to see over the walls all you’d seen was tarmac, concrete and the dead.

“Take me, please,” you pleaded, your voice dripping with desperation and somehow sounding as sweet as you ever had.

You notice the exact moment Simon caves. His puppy dog eyes melt like chocolate buttons and a small smile creases into his cheeks. “Okay. I’ll take you but if anything happens when we’re out there then you have to promise to do exactly what I say. I mean it. I don’t want you getting out of this Jeep until I say you can and I definitely don’t want you fighting.”

“Okay,” you chime, clipping your seat belt into place and grinning like a kid at Christmas.

The drive is everything you hoped. Sure, there were the occasional roamers but beyond that there were fields filled with lush green grass and wildflowers growing untamed. The smell when you roll down your window is rich and fresh, the scent of springtime orchestrated by birds chirping in the trees.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your hand landing on his knee and both of you sharing the same look of surprise before you quickly turn away, your heart thumping so hard you feel like he can hear it. If he can he doesn’t say anything and if he did you’re not sure you won’t say something awful and ruin things.

When you reached Hilltop you didn’t have to wait to be seen by Dr Carson. Having your own armed guard took care of that sort of thing and when he begins to gesture you inside his medical room you realise Simon is still waiting with the others.

“Aren’t you coming?” you call, the eyes of all the Savior’s focused on you and then Simon.

He hesitates, glancing at the others before walking close enough so only you can hear when he whisper, “I thought you wouldn’t want me to.”

Your stomach sinks and you it’s shame that’s make you feel this way. He’s the father to this baby and you’ve pushed him so far away that he’s willing to miss out on this special moment. “I do want you to,” you whisper, feeling sheepish.

“Yeah?” he smiles and you feel even more guilty than you did before.

“Of course I do,” you say, leading the way inside.

While Carson sets up the machine you lay on the medical bed and your gaze can’t help but keep wandering to Simon who’s sitting besides you. Today is the first time you’ve really spent together since you’d left his room. He’d topped up your points and you knew he spoke to Carson about your checkups but other than that he’d stayed away just like you’d asked.

When he catches you looking at him he smiles and before you can say or do anything Carson says, “are you ready?”

You roll your shirt over your belly, gasping when Carson squeezes a huge dollop of ice cold gel onto your skin.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, pressing the probe against your belly with a surprising amount of force and for a moment you think you might actually pee your pants but then a grainy imagine flicks onto the screen and you can’t think of anything else. It’s a baby, your baby and it’s really there.

“It’s perfect,” you blurt and you’re not sure who makes the first move but suddenly Simon’s hand is wrapped around yours.

You can see the profile of its button nose and the way its little legs are kicking around. And even though you knew what this imagine was going to look like you had no idea what seeing it was going to feel like.

Simon kisses the back of your hand, whispering, “I can’t believe we made that.” And you can’t believe it either.

“Everything looks good,” Carson says eventually. “I’d estimate you to be around 19 weeks pregnant so you’re already pretty much half way there. I don’t see any reason why you can’t have a normal, healthy delivery so we can start thinking about your birthing plans in another couple of months but for now would you like to know the gender? ”

It’s weird but you hadn’t even considered finding out the sex of the baby, you’d just been so excited at the prospect of actually seeing it moving around in there. You look at Simon and with an unspoken agreement you answer, “yes?”

“Hell yeah,” Simon adds with his boyish smile.

“Okay, well I’ve checked it a couple of times to make sure and it looks like you’re having a baby girl. Congratulations.”

A girl. A wave of emotions washes over you and you burst into tears. “Oh my god,” you say dumbly. Somehow knowing the baby is a girl adds another level of realness and when you look at Simon he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“I was wanting a girl,” he admits.

“You were?” you sniffle, dabbing your eyes with the tissue Carson has handed you before wiping away the gel that’s coating your bump.

“I figured a little girl will belong to her Daddy and I want at least one lady who lets me spoil her,” Simon gushes, his eyes glazing over with a far off expression that leaves you feeling a little jealous of your own baby.

When you start to pull your shirt over your belly he holds his hand out, “can I?”

You nod, pulling your shirt back up and barely breathing as his palm rests on your bump. His hand feels rough and warm, just the way you remembered it and your skin tingles for more while a barely noticeable wiggle of movement curls inside your belly and reminds you why he’s really here right now.

“I was jealous,” you admit, staring at your sneakers instead of Simon. “I was jealous that you were talking to somebody else and I think no matter what you do, or who you do it with then you’re be a great father. This baby is lucky to have you.”

His hand slips from your stomach and you pull your shirt down, sliding off the table with as much finesse as you can manage. You don’t know why you think this but you’re hoping that Simon will just let you say what you’ve said without the sort of reaction that might make you say more. Of course he doesn’t, he turns you to face him and he tilts your head so you’re looking him in the eye.

“You never have to be jealous,” he says like he knows just how to break your resolve. “There’s no one else,” he adds as if you might not have understood his meaning.

“Okay,” you squeak, sounding very unlike yourself and feeling on the brink of saying something ridiculous like you might be falling in love with him. Is that what’s happening? Or is it just the hormones speaking?

Dr Carson returns from wherever he had disappeared to and hands you a stack of baby photos, giving you the perfect opportunity to look away from Simon. “She’s gonna need a name,” you say, changing the subject.

Simon chuckles, “well I don’t mind what you wanna pick as long as it ain’t Negan.”

You laugh, loud, feeling less like you’re on the brink of blubbing some emotional nonsense and more like yourself as you bat your hand across his chest and say, “I think baby Negan is a great name.”

Thank you for reading!! The voting was super close between them having a girl or a boy but the girls just pipped it. Let me know if you want tagging in this series!

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riverofmemoriesft · 7 years

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. Obsessive Impulsive . 10

Full Summary: “‘I’ve been trying to find you alone for weeks, but you’ve been avoiding me.’ He clicked his tongue, as if scolding her. 'I tried approaching, but you always had someone with you to give me nasty words and looks. They turned you against me, Miss Levy.’"

Pairings: Gajeel x Levy

Warnings: I strode for a darker fic again. This is not for sensitive readers. Violence, stalking, etc.

Author’s Note: This is a very, very twisted gift for Bubbles, who has not been allowed to so much as read a single chapter. This will update every other day.

Levy stretched her arms above her head and looked over her shoulder to check the time a few hours later, her jaws stretching in a large yawn. She'd been told she could stay the night in the guildhall if she wanted - Gildarts planned to stay the night to get some paperwork done and Makarov had suggested she stay by him. Naturally, she'd accepted.

"Levy!"

The solid-script mage looked over and found Lucy waving to get her attention. The blonde had Happy in her arms, Natsu at her side, and her bag slung over her shoulder. Her dark eyes were concerned. "We're heading out, Levy. Are you going to be okay?"

Levy nodded. "I'll be fine," she reassured, crossing her arms. "Lily and I are staying here and Gajeel will be back in the morning. On top of it all, Gildarts will be here all night. I'll hang with him."

"If you're sure…" Lucy waved a final time. She and Natsu exchanged a look and then headed for the doors. They closed loudly behind Lucy and finally, Levy found that she and Lily - who had fallen asleep on a table - were alone within the main portion of the guildhall. She'd promised to clean up for the night so Mirajane could head home earlier than normal. Light spilled out from beneath the door to Makarov's office - Gildarts hard at work, she supposed.

Levy approached the door. She knocked and when she heard Gildarts tell her to come in, she did so. She merely peeked her head in and gave a hesitant smile. "Everyone's gone. I'm going to clean up the guildhall and then head up to one of the rooms to sleep."

Gildarts glanced up from the paperwork he'd been doing and gave her a warm smile. "Got it. I'll be down here doing...this." He gave his paperwork a look of disgust, earning a laugh from her. "Just shout if you need anything."

"I will," she said firmly. She waved and then headed towards the bar to wipe it down one more time. When she was done with it as wella s the tables lining the guildhall, she woke Lily. "Come on," she murmured, "let's head up."

"Okay," he agreed, yawning widely.

Levy giggled and scooped her friend into her arms. When she was set, she locked the front doors and then climbed the stairs.

She found a room that was fresh, checking the windows first and foremost. Locked, she was relieved to find. She peered at the street outside, scanning the darkness. She saw nothing and nearly whimpered in relief. Not that he wouldn't know she was there. He would know. He knew where she was at all times, it appeared.

She closed the curtains and then nudged the door shut before kicking her shoes off. Not bothering to look for a change of clothes, she crawled into bed with Lily. The Exceed made himself comfortable beside her and Levy closed her eyes after tucking the blankets around them. She hugged him, and he purred quietly before falling asleep entirely.

Sighing heavily through her nose, Levy forced herself to relax.

She heard the chirping of birds at dawn before sleep even began to creep over her.

"Gajeel!" Levy shouted in greeting, practically high on caffeine.

It was late in the morning, and the iron mage had just gotten in. He'd barely stepped into the guildhall before she'd called a greeting, and his crimson eyes went to her immediately. Relief flickered through him. Relief that she hadn't disappeared while he'd been away. He vowed to not take anymore jobs until she was safe.

Because he'd seen Elroy on his way in, and it pissed him off.

Beyond belief.

Lily was at her side, he saw, and he grunted and waved a little before stepping up to the bar. Mirajane smiled at him in greeting. "Hey, Gajeel," she murmured, lowering her voice, "you aren't going out anytime soon, are you?"

"No," he said a bit more sharply than he intended. "Why?"

Mirajane cleared her throat, biting her lip. "I'll let Levy explain what happened while you were gone, but...Gildarts has been keeping an eye out for her and...and we were given the clear to use magic if need be."

Gajeel ground his teeth together, anger racing through him. "I see," he gritted out.

She gave him a fierce look. "Don't you get angry with her. She's already stressed out enough without you adding to it. Just...support her, Gajeel. Support her and help her where you can until we're given reason to either arrest him or...otherwise."

He grunted in response. "Whatever," he growled, but Mirajane looked satisfied with his answer and took the signed form that told the Council he'd done his work to the client's satisfaction. When she had waved him off, he went back to where Levy and Lily were, his crimson eyes all ready blazing. "What the fuck happened?"

Levy grimaced, exchanging a look with Lily, who sipped quietly at his kiwi juice. Levy rolled her eyes. Clearly he wasn't going to help her… "I stopped at a bookstore yesterday morning. To get a new book. We're pretty sure it was...him, but someone lit the place on fire. After locking us and the owner inside."

The look on Gajeel's face had her rushing to say, flustered, "We're fine! No one was hurt. The poor owner of the place was in shock last time I checked, but other than that, he's entirely fine."

Gajeel let loose a massive breath that spoke of the control he was trying to keep. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he spat.

She furrowed her brow, giving him a look of disapproval for his language. "I went out with a couple of our friends yesterday and we were fine."

"I'm always fine," Lily said unhelpfully. "It's you we need to watch over."

After a few moments in which he tried to calm himself, Gajeel ground out, "Damn it, woman. Can't leave you alone for a goddamn second."

She smiled faintly and then relaxed as he grouchily dropped to sit with she and Lily, his red eyes full of annoyance. Leaning over the table, she told him, "I've been practicing my Draconian with Natsu."

He arched a pierced brow. "Have you?" he grunted, and then fired off a statement.

She flushed and patted her wild hair down. "My hair is not all over the place," she hissed, making Lily chuckle in his amusement. She snarled the same phrase back at him, adding on a few sounds, and Gajeel snickered.

"Look at ya," he mocked, waving. "The shrimp has some bite to her."

She sputtered angrily and Gajeel only found himself smirking, delighted to be home and teasing her. Levy grumbled under her breath and swept some loose hair out of her face, puffing her cheeks up in agitation and Gajeel watched her closely.

Until she demanded, "You owe me dinner."

Lily choked on his kiwi juice. Gajeel's eyes widened a fraction. "Really? 'Cause I don't remember you doin' anything for me as of late, shrimp."

She stuck her tongue out and he cackled. "You owe me dinner for calling me that. And for thinking my hair was a mess. It was quite rude to say that."

A gleam appeared in his crimson gaze as he rocked forward, getting into her personal bubble. "Fine. Where d'ya wanna eat then, shorty?" She glared, though a smile tugged at her lips.

Levy leaned back, tapping at her chin. "I decided last time we went out. And you owe me. So you decide. Surprise me. I'm fine with anywhere."

"Are you?" he challenged.

She thought it over. "...okay, so no...weird places. I don't want any bars or taverns either. I don't feel like getting squashed by people who don't know how to deal with small people."

He smirked. "I know a place. I'll meet ya here tonight."

"What time?"

"Six." A pause. "Five-thirty."

"Five-thirty then." Levy looked excited, her hazel eyes sparkling and Gajeel grinned, liking the fact that she was so eagerly looking forward to dinner with him of all people. He hated being around the happy-go-lucky people of his guild for too long, but Levy was someone he could handle being around constantly - she and Lily were alike in that aspect.

She suddenly leaned over the table, smirking, and he arched a pierced brow when she came within an inch of his face. He patiently studied her face, waiting to see what she was doing-

And then sputtered at the phrase she whispered to him in his own language, reeling back.

Levy climbed to her feet, laughing, and went to ask if Erza would be willing to walk her to Fairy Hills and back for her date. Lily looked between them, bewildered. "What'd she say?" He looked to Gajeel, who'd turned red and covered the lower half of his face with a hand. "Gajeel?"

He shook his head wildly, still flustered, earning a snicker from his cat.

Soft sounds had left her lips, curved with a hard edge that changed the meaning entirely. It was a familiar phrase, one he was sure she didn't entirely understand but had come to understand the general meaning.

To him, the phrase was much more than she probably thought it to be.

That simple sounded phrase he'd given her the first time he'd spoken Draconian to her - and she'd changed it just enough.

He'd originally told her, "I care deeply for you." Or something along those lines. The language didn't translate directly into the one they normally spoke. Levy, however, had changed that. With just a few alterations, she'd changed the entire sentence into something much more important.

"You hold the key to my soul."

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