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weaper-reaper · 1 year

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More König fluff and smut

I do apologize that I’ve been away for literally 5ever… sorry for all the fics I’ve abandoned there is a slight chance they still will be released. Until then, thank you always for the support. Here’s a treat for staying loyal and still RBlogging eventuality <3

CW: Fluff, Smut, Fingering, Creamies, KINDA SAFE SEX (literally unheard of), uhh this is KönigxYou btw, apparently ive been tagging my stuff wrong by writing xreader so forgive me ig, I’ve been craving intimacy and fluff irl so here you go, not proofed

Bzzzt… Bzzzt… Bzzzt

Your phone rattled the nightstand, clattering together the jewelry and pens that were haphazardly littered atop the smooth wood. With an annoyed grunt you twisted over to yank it from the cord it was plugged into. The bright screen made your eyes squint in through the darkness, text blurred- you answered it before knowing who was on the other side.

“Hey, uh.. hi.”

“König?” You asked out, the scratchy voice haunting and all too familiar.

There was an awkward staticky laugh through the speaker, and you sat up as your consciousness came rushing back.

“Yeah. Sorry it’s so late.” He apologized, and you pulled the phone from your ear to glance at the time. Just past midnight. “I just got back.”

His demeanor seemed to brighten as you put the cool glass back to your cheek. “Welcome back.”

“Listen.. I'm outside.”

Your heart stuttered, and you glanced to the window of your little studio, the moon sent streaks over the lonely little place you called home and a light rap sounded from the front door.

“Sorry I didn’t text,” He continued, voice stretched thin from exhaustion or travel. “I have something fo- actually, can you come to the door?”

You whipped your head around the room and your eyes landed on your bathrobe cast out lazily across the back of your chair. You snatched it up before responding.

“Yeah, yeah uhm.. hold on.”

“Okay.” He breathed, a hint of a smile on the end of his voice.

Throwing on the robe you rounded the corner from your bedroom, bare feet slapping against the tile on the floor. Without even bothering to peek through the looking hole, you unchained and unlocked the door, swinging it open wide.

König stood taller then you remembered, cast in shadows from the light in the hall. The dark seemed to loom just around him, hovering but an inch above his clothes. You met his cool gaze first, his eyes crinkled and he smiled under his hoodie.

He let the phone at the side of his face fall, and you pulled yours away then too.

“Hello.” He greeted. Smiley and with much more energy than you could’ve mustered this late at night.

“Hi.” You breathed back.

It had only been a few weeks since you last talked, but with him here at your door now- a strange look in his eye- it made it feel like months. The way he had left things made a bitter feeling resonate through your chest and your eyes quickly cast to anything but him. You cleared your throat and stepped to the side, inviting him in.

He had his bags with him, one sandy duffle bag and another giant backpack. You eyed them curiously as he dropped them, quickly answering before you could find the words to ask.

“Mission went a lot smoother than we thought, and my stuff is still in storage.. so.” He shrugged his outer jacket off and drops of water rolled down the nylon.

“It’s raining?” You asked, turning for the kitchen eyes cast over to the window again. Sure enough droplets you hadn’t noticed before stuck thick to the glass pane. “Some tea?” You offered, already putting the kettle on.

“Thank you.” He nodded, finding a spot against the cold counter to lean on.

He cleared his throat as you turned back to him, hands ruffling around in his pockets. He pulled a thin orange envelope from one of his cargo pockets and handed it flat out. You took it gingerly, suddenly too aware of the lack of clothing you sported. You tightened the robe before peeling open the packaging and pulling out the contents.

They were photos, mostly black and white, and definitely weathered. Some water spots bled around the corners making the ink smear and stick. You flipped through them excitedly.

“Oh!” You cooed, they were mostly photos of tall cliff sides, overgrown fields, the occasional tree or strange looking rock formation. You peeled apart one of them, it was a selfie- or an attempt at one. König stood infront of a lake, a few naked men stood behind him, one bent over and mooned the photo.

You laughed and glanced back over at König, a sweet smile was plastered over his face. You caught his eyes and a moment passed discreetly between you.

You had been so caught up in your own head since he left, the lack of communication drawing your feelings further and further from your own chest and you had worried he’d thought your relationship too difficult to handle while he was away. It’s not like he hadn’t been away before, but something made him seem even more distant now. He hadn't said goodbye to you this last time, just vanished. After a week you accepted the possibility of him ghosting you. But now, as his dark figure stuck out against the bright decor of your tiny kitchen, those feelings came flooding back.

The kettle squealed before you could finish your thoughts. Clearing your throat you gently set the pack of photos down onto the counter and poured out the dark liquid into two deep mugs. You handed him his, and his fingers brushed yours as he took it.

You could feel your chest heat up under the thick robe.

“Let me go change.” You whispered, breaking the silence. He set his mug down in response, and followed you to your room.

You glanced back over your shoulder at him as you passed through your doorway and blew a laugh down your nose, “Miss me that much, huh?” You joked that hidden hope, reaching for an old overnight shirt.

His arm stretched over yours suddenly grabbing the fabric with his chest at your back. He had moved so quickly you didn’t even have the chance to hear him take a step.

“I did.” He whispered softly, breath warm as it fanned over the cold shell of your ear.

You could swear your heart stopped, but then his lips were on yours in a flurry. He spun you and your robe had come undone with the movement, back now flush against the closet door. It’s hinges rattled as he all but threw you against it.

His lips were soft, and your heart raced.

It was the wetness then at your cheeks that stilled him. Slowly he peeled off of you and a hand rose to cup your jaw.

“Wh-why are you crying?”

You hadn’t noticed you were until he said something, but as your eyes met again a sob pulled from your lungs. He wasted no time in wrapping you up into his arms, pulling the two of you back onto the still warmth of your bed. You curled into him as your breathing slowed.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, raising the back of your palm to the corner of your eyes. “I just..” you started, quickly realizing it took so much energy to straighten out your thoughts.

“You left so suddenly, without saying anything.”

His brows grew tight, and his eyes cast downward heavily. “I know, I’m sorry.” Even he seemed choked back a bit.

“We weren’t allowed to tell anyone.” He continued, pulling you closer until you were practically laying on his chest. “I should’ve-“

“No it’s okay,” you interrupted, finding your voice again and apologizing, planting a palm on his chest. “It’s on me, I should’ve assumed I know your job is stressful I just..”

You drew your eyes up to his and let them cast over every feature of his face.

“I just missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

Significantly more gently this time, he craned his neck down to meet your lips. The kiss was sweeter, softer and something unspoken drew under the both of you, sweeping the two of you up into your own perfect world. Slowly he twisted, and let a hand drag down your neck through the center of your chest before settling on your hip. The rough calluses on his fingertips drew shapes over your soft skin and you couldn’t help but fall victim to the shiver that raked through your body.

There was a tug at the corner of his lips as he smirked, pleased with your reactions. He whispered lowly again, voice thick and laid with his heavy accent. “Can I touch you?”

You nodded, afraid of the noises you’d make if you opened your mouth.

With a grace a giant like him should never possess, he dipped his hand under the part in your robe and cupped at your core. A thick finger slid down your part, and then back up blossoming you open with ease. The pad of his middle finger brushed against the hood of your clit and he swallowed the gasp that pulled its way out of your lungs.

You pulled from his lips as he prodded your opening with two fingers, the tips circled your entrance and involuntarily your hips buckled upwards.

“There you go,” He sighed, slipping further and further until his knuckles were pressed up as far as they would go. You felt yourself clench around as he pulled out, willing them to stay.

He slid them in again, and curled them deliciously to drag down your walls with each tug. Your voice betrayed you and a groan escaped, he mimicked your noises, his own breath growing ragged and heavy. His hand worked away at your cunt, and his quickly growing hardness became evident at your side. He was rutting against you in time with his fingers.

You mewled into his lips and slid the arm draped around his neck down his front until your palm coaxed up the forceful protrusion against his zipper. His pace stuttered and your confidence grew with each breathy moan he released.

Delicately, he pulled his fingers from your heat and quickly tugged away at the fastening of his pants, a dark spot crowned his bulge when you looked down. With a new heat at his cheeks and ears, he replaced your hand for you atop his boxers and you immediately squeezed. A moan choked up in his throat and he buried his face into you neck and chest, littering the crevice with sloppy kisses.

Perhaps a little prematurely, you slipped that hand into his pants and against the heat of his skin, pulling his member out and taught between you. He hesitated a moment before returning a thumb to your clit.

He rose again after a moment to smother you into another heavy make out session before rolling over above you. His thick cock weaped against your hip, and an insane amount of pre pooled over the creases of your skin. The air seemed hot and unbearable as you shifted out of your robe completely. Pulling away for a moment, König also shimmied out of his clothes and returned to you in a flash, sticky bodies melting back into eachother.

Be it because of the well prepped lubrication, or simply because the stars were all in alignment, when he returned slotted perfectly against you, the tip of his cock nudged directly into the ring of your pussy.

You both stilled and he let out a pained sounding grunt.

“Fuck..” you paused. “Uhm, are you okay?” You blabbered out lamely.

“Yeah.” He responded almost instantly, a hesitant kind of shame hung over him. “It’s just, It’s been a long time. I don’t know if..”

“It’s okay,” you took over quickly, pulling your knees up and opening your legs enough to where he slid in just that much more.

“Schhhheisse..” he drawled out, “you’re too warm.”

You huffed a short laugh and reached down to circle at your own clit, letting your body adjust to the stretch of him. Tingles rushed through your body and your mind quickly became fuzzy. With a deep breath he let his fingers replace yours and he pulled away to push back in deeper than before.

Letting your head fall back, you let him work himself into you. Pulling his hips away before using his weight to shove it all back into you again, König built up a steady rhythm and your mind and body grew hot.

His arms slipped under your back, and he pulled you closer to him, each wet smack echoing through the empty room. The walls of your insides burned, and that familiar tightness below your belly made itself known.

“Ahh, ah.. fuck.” You whined, completely caged beneath him. “I can’t.. I think I’m close.” You stumbled out, clawing at the backs of his massive arms.

“I know.” He grunted, “Got-damn you’re getting so tight.”

Part of you wanted to apologize for his struggle, but a bigger part of you wanted to clench up your core tighter. The latter won and soon König thrusts grew shorter and sloppier. His moans equalling his unsteadiness. You pushed your hips up to meet him, grinding down your front to his pelvis, begging for more friction.

The head of him slammed suddenly against your cervix as he pulled your legs up, latching purchase behind your knees to effectively bend you in half. You shouted in surprise at the new angle, everything quickly becoming too much.

“Where can I-?” He began and you answered before he finished.

“Inside!” You shouted, then cried as his thrusts became rougher- more demanding. “Inside, I.. IUD. It’s safe.”

You couldn’t help but grind your hips up into him, a desperate attempt to hurry your aching clit along. His lips found yours again in a frenzied haze, and you came undone almost instantly. Your core pulsed and you cried out from under him as the waves shook through every inch of your body.

König followed with two more strong thrusts, his hips stuttering and locked within your tightness. You could feel the warmth flow up deep inside of you, and he practically collapsed above you, completely spent.

You both laid a moment together, and his sweet cadence finally broke the silence after your pussy stopped its throbbing. He attempted to pull out, but your cunt gripped him completely.

“Relax.” He almost chuckled. Embarrassment flushed your face as he dragged a soothing hand down your sides, pulling away with a hiss.

“Sorry..” you mumbled.

He cast his eyes back up to you in a flash, and smirked. “Don’t be.”

“Just give me ten, okay?”

You rolled away to cover your face, giggling.

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jannythewriter-pt2 · 7 months

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Collage Feels Pt.2

Warning ⚠️ Suggestive themes

It was the night of the party and you were nervous ash to say the least. You thought too yourself “ik I wasn’t going to dress up tonight but fuck it let’s show off a little yk” so that’s what you did. The fit tonight was stunning, a black skims dress with a Cuban link chain and Black French tips and crock print nails, and not to mention you have nipple piercings. You looked in the mirror second guessing yourself but decided to get over it and try to have fun, plus how can you not have fun when DAT ASS PHAT 😫.

Mikasa had on a black mini skirt and a black tube top and she was SNATCHED. Y’all then made your way over to the frat house and went inside. You were met with different eyes from different people, after all your new here and you fine so. You then walk in the living room to see the same mf’s you saw in the lobby when you got here; Connie and his friends.

“Damn Mikasa who dis?” Connie said eying me from the other side of the room “Damn she fine, and that ass fat asf” he thought in his head. “This y/n, she’s new so don’t try to fuck her or imma kick all y’all’s head off” Mikasa said. You greeted everyone but kept eye contact with Connie “I like your tats, there fire asf” you said quietly “thank you ma” he said, this made you get nervous as hell, “I like you piercings” he said smirking, “oh, thank you” you say shyly. The party was commencing as usual when you got up to go and use the bathroom. On the way there you saw Mikasa and Eren go into a room and yk what was finna happen 😏.

“Y’all better be safe” you say with a smirk on your face. They look back at you and laugh. You then go back in the kitchen to grab a drink, then suddenly you saw Connie. “Hey ma, wyd” he said, “I’m thirty, iv just been sitting yk how it gets” you said nervously, he smiled at you and said “Yeah I get that, but aside from that are you new here cause I didn’t see you around last year” “Yeah I wasn’t here last year, I transferred cause my last collage was ghetto and I kinda wanted to leave that environment” you said opening up a little.

You and Connie talk for a little bit and you got the courage to ask for his number, and low and behold he gave it to you. “Hey maybe we could go get takeout sometime?” he asked a little hesitantly “Of course, I wouldn’t mind that at all” you said happily. “Maybe next week?” he asked “Of course Connie, whenever your free I’m there” this statement made Connie hot and bothered for some reason, from the way your voice sounded, to the way you looked, to the way you smelled, he wondered if you tasted as good as you looked………

It was the end of the party and you and had to take Mikasa home because that girl was slam drunk and she couldn’t walk properly (Eren gave her some of that good D 😫) and she sounded like she was speaking gibberish. You took her to your car, but there were people looking at you “Is that your car?!” Jean asked shocked, “Yeh this my whip, why?” you said confused “that bitch tuff” Connie said and everyone around agreed. “Thank you Constance” you said in a more hushed tone. You just said his first name, and he liked it…..more than he needed to.

It was in that very moment that he knew he needed to fuck you. He wanted to pin you down, ass up hearing you say his name just like that, over and over again. “Bye y’all I’ll see y’all around” you say, this snaps him out of his trance “bye ma” he said. Everyone else said their goodbyes, then you and Mikasa speed off. “You want to fuck her dont you” Eren said smirking “Nah I’m tryna wife her up, she’s beautiful….but them back shots would go crazy” Connie said smirking and dapping Eren up.

I have fed y’all for now 😮‍💨😫

#connie x black reader #fem black reader #aot x black reader

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sturniolotrip-samandcolby-lover · 2 months

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Matt sturniolo -little bean

Warnings -swearing,mention of abortion, mention of sex , vomiting use of y/n, arguing .Small age gap (matt 20 and reader 22) silent treatment

Angst/fluff Matt

Author note -thinking of making this into a series so let me know what you all think

Part 1

Word count-2k

I brush the hair out of my face ,as I wake up to a empty house.The house was full of silence as my boyfriend Matt and his triplets brother had left the house already for some business meetings taking place at the ware house.I look at the clock on my phone 10:47am shit thats late for me and im still shattered i dont even feel like ive slept at all. Im awoken from my sleepy daze by my stomach rumbled ,I get up brush my hair quickly and head to the kitchen to get something to eat .

I raid the fridge and cupboards in search for something to eat , I decide to have chopped up lettuce,pickled gherkins and some jolly ranchers .I finish my breakfast and head to the couch to watch some TV ,as I sit down I see a note that's been left on the coffee table it said 'hey baby me Chris and nick have got a few more meetings today then what we thought might be abit later home will bring back some late lunch with us .Matt xxxx'. A smile is present on my face the whole time I read his quick note with my cheeks blushed , Matt's smallest actions can still have a massive effect on me even after being together for over a year now .

I flick through the channels as nothing can satisfy me , I decided to open the YouTube app and put some Sam and Colby on specifically the conjuring from last year's hell week .I'm half way through the video when all of a sudden I feel so nauseous I can feel it building in my stomach like a tornado swirling around inside of me , it starts of slow and the next thing I know I'm running to the nearest bathroom thankfully it's matt and i shared one .I throw the toilet seats up and fall to my knees and close my eyes as the first bit of vomit comes rushing up my throat and out of my mouth .I sit there for the next hour bringing up whats left of this mornings breakfast and last nights dinner.

After minutes of waiting for the sickness to come back .I decided to stand up and reach for my toothbrush and paste ,as I brush my teeth I start to think of anything that could of gave me a bug or if there was a stomach bug going around .After minutes I've came to know conclusion of my sickness when it hits me .....shit Matt and I are usually careful if we don't use a condom we pull out or we get the morning after pill but a while ago I joined the triplets on their 6 million subscribers video .During the night having all the huts to ourselves Matt and I decided to get the hut as far from nick and Chris as possible .It safe to say there was some very animalistic behaviour going on in our tent that night , in the heat of the moment no condom or pull out was used and I could exactly get plan b pill from the gift shop so we just left it and thought well it's not going to happen .

I decide that before I start to get myself worked up in a panic , I'll go to the shop and do a test before the boys get back .Once I feel like I won't be sick again I go and throw some leggings and a jumper on leaving my top to go bra-less as I'm reminded of some achiness in them .I throw some crocs on and grab my car keys as i head out .

*Arrives back from shop*

I walk back into the house and I'm thankful that it's still silent meaning I'm the only one here .This is my first ever pregnancy scare so I'm not expert , I end up buying 7 different tests and some mints to settle my stomach and yet some more gherkins.I wonder around the kitchen with my hands full of tests in search of a cup or container as i dont feel like peeing 6 different times .I decided to keep one unused so i can do it again with matt incase he doesn't believe me .After finding a disposable cup I drink 3 cups of water and walk around the house doing some cleaning while I wait for the water to hit my bladder .I feel a urge to pee and walk to the bathroom, I position the disposable cup where it's supposed to be and let me bladder do it's job I open all the tests and when I'm finished place the 6 sticks into the cup .I start pacing the bathroom but decided that wouldn't be the best thing to do in this situation .So I make my way to the kitchen and put a kettle on figuring that a hot drink may help my nerves while killing the time awaiting the tests.I walk back to the bathroom once then minutes are up and as I pull all the tests out I stand in shock as they all say the same ....I'm pregnant.

Fuck fuck fuck is the only word that is running in my head , what am I going to do ,what am I going to say , what's Matt going to say his career is at its prime right now what will a baby do with this .Fuck their triplets , twins run on my side of the family what if there's more then one baby in there .I hold onto one of the tests in my shaky hands as I pace the bathroom.After minutes of walking around the small white tiled room I decided to hide all the tests and put them in a draw in Matt and my bedroom and I decide to text matt.

Y/n: hey babe was just wondering do you know how long you're gonna be xx

My phone pings instantly telling me that most likely it woul be Matt had texted me back

Matt:yeah not long just grabbing some maccies won't be long everything okay at home ? Xx

Y/n: yeah just got something to talk to you about xx

I avoid my phone until he gets back .I'm startled as I hear the door fling open and just one set of foot steps ."y/n?" I hear his familiar voice Matt is calling after me ."in the living room" I shout back to him .Seconds later he appears looking as perfect as usual "where's Chris and nick?" I ask him "they was fucking around when we was supposed to be signing cards for merch getting sent out so they went back to the warehouse to do their signing , Laura is gonna drop them off later tho .What's this thing you wanna talk about?" I pause with words moving rapidly around my head trying to think of the right way to tell him that I'm now pregnant with his child .I decide that no words are the right words so I take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom.

His body stills while his eyes move over what the tests all say .The room is silent , too silent."Matt says something " I say breaking the silence ."when did it happen" he says still not taking his eyes off the tests "at the safari , in the hut that night" I respond back to him "fuck" he mutters to himself as he storms out the door .I stand there in silence as my eyes well up with tears.I hear the jingle of Matt's car keys and the door slamming telling me that Matt had left again and gone in his car .I walk into the living room now numb with emotions my hand rests on my lower stomach now knowing that through the layers of skin and muscle is our baby ,my baby the size smaller then a bean in this moment I know that I've got to keep this baby wether Matt wants it or not .

Minutes pass and my nauseous feeling comes over me again as I run to the bathroom again.I spend all the best part of an hour again with my head in the toilet when I stand up again feeling weak at my knees I brush my teeth for the 3rd time today trying to get rid of the vile aftertaste left in my throat .I hear the door go again but i hear 3 set of footsteps this time ,and voices nick ,Chris and matts voice ."what are you gonna do bro?" I hear Chris ask Matt "I don't know"he responds "well you and y/n have gotta talk this out Matt you can't just leave her in the bathroom like you did last time " I hear nick snap at the boys .

"Y/n" I hear nick call out me ."I'm on the bathroom just about to come out" I shout back as I walk into the kitchen .Matt's angry stare softens as he seen my face , I'm now pale and clammy with my skin layered in a thin amount of sweat ."congratulations" Chris says breaking the tension in the room "thank you" I say with a half smile ."so I think you two have gotta talk about this" nick states ."I'm not getting rid of it" I say quickly that being the only thing I'm sure of right now ."I wasn't even going to suggest that" Matt says with anger in his voice .Nick ,places his hand up to Matt in a urge to shush him "calm Matt" he says to him."is it mine ?"matt asks me looking me in the eye "are you fucking kidding me" i say in the exact tone that matt has.Nick and chris take this as a hint and both excuse themselves to different rooms "yeah I'm being real" he says raising his voice , it being full with anger ."you're the only person I've slept with matt you know that" i say to him storming off into our shared room .

*Few hours later*

I hear a knock at the bedroom door hoping that it's Matt ."come in" I shout sounding optimistic.The door opens and nick strides in with a sorry smile on his face "so that was intense" he says as he sits down next to me on the bed "yeah" i agree with him ."so i dont know if this is the right thing to say but im really glad your'e keeping the baby" he says nudging my arm ."yeah i am too , i just hope that matt feels the same " i say smiling properly for the first time today ."alright its getting late so I'll leave you to sleep i heard creating a baby can be tiring "he says with a small laugh.

Just as nick leaves the room Matt enters it , he ignores me acting as if I'm not in the room as he goes to the wardrobe grabbing some spare pillows and duvet he walks back out of the room as I sit in bed listening to him getting comfortable on the sofa .I think to myself how much of a long night I'm in for I can never sleep properly when I'm not with Matt and even worse knowing that he's mad at me .As the thoughts come to my head added with the extra hormones that pregnancy has brought on my eyes start to fill with tears when they fall down my face .I have so many questions running over my head thinking how I'm going to bring up a baby by myself although nicks previous words bring some form of comfort to me .As the clock strike 4 am and im still wide awake and emotional i decide to head to the bathroom and take a calming bath .Im thankful that both nick and chris's rooms are on different levels as I run the tab the sound of water echos through the room .I rid of my clothes and get into the bath now full of bubbles I close my eyes in attempt to relax.

Suddenly my nauseousness creeps up on me again , who ever called morning sickness 'morning' has never experienced this cus it seems to be all throughout the day already .I jump up from the bath with my wet hair sticking to my body as I move quickly to the toilet I throw the lid up and sit on the floor as bile begins to leave my body .I startled as a soft towel is wrapped around my body ,I look up to see Matt crouching next to me with his eyes full of tears himself .His hand rubs circles on my back as I start gagging again ."let it out baby it's okay" he whispers I release bile 3 more times as I pull back and rest my head on Matt's shoulder as he pushes my hair out of my face ."come on let's go to bed and talk " he says so quietly careful not to wake his two brothers up .He stands up and picks me up bridal style still with the towel wrapped around me .He carries me to our bed and uses his foot to close the door as he places me gently on the bed .He goes to our wardrobe and fetches me some shorts and one of his tops , he helps me get dressed as my body is weak from the vomiting.Once I'm dressed I lay in bed as Matt walks over to the other side of the bed and jumps in to bed with me .I sit waiting for him to speak "y/n im sorry for what i said and done earlier i know that you would never cheat on me and id never ask you to get rid of it .Whatever you choose ill support you .Im sorry ive treated you like that when you needed me the most ..." I cut his speech off with a kiss "I know , I know babe and we're going to be fine I want to keep this baby tho" I say to him looking him in his eyes "we're going to be a mommy and daddy" he says to me smiling ."we best tell our parents" I say to him before falling asleep in his arms .

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ink-and-blood-goddess · 8 months

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All My Love For You (Arthur Harrow x Reader)

Requested by Anonymous-Hiii there! I really enjoy all your stuff and I literally am in love with your writing!

If it’s not too much to ask, may I request for Arthur Harrow x reader fic where the reader is in love with Arthur but she doesn’t think he feels the same? Like unrequited love but in secret Arthur likes her too? Angst/fluff or hurt/comfort would be amazing!

A/N-Finally, another request finished and ready. Again, I felt I’ve gone overboard with this, but hey at least it’s finished. Anon, I hope you enjoy this after waiting over a year for this to be done.

Requests have been opened back up for two weeks. If anybody still wants to make a request, please send it through my inbox or DM (Direct Message) so that I can get started on it :). Lists are down below for better navigation.

Also, on my last fanfic request post, I’ve noticed people commenting down below to be tagged in the next part of it. If anybody wants to be tagged in the next fanfic request or one of my own, please do so, it’ll help me out more when I post…

List of Characters IV

Underworld Requests

Good Omens

Warnings: Major angst, some language, fear of loneliness, not being loved back, mentions of heartbreak, mentions of past abuse, and tons and tons of fluff at the end

Citrus Scale: 🍎

W.C+: 4.4K

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Love. That’s the only thing you feel for your master and mentor Arthur Harrow. It felt like a stupid high school type crush, but for you it feels more serious than that.

In the past, you’ve had many abused relationships with other men and how they abused your love for them. After your last relationship ended very badly, you’ve had enough and left without turning back. The only thing you took with you was your backpack with only clothes and some money you’ve saved up.

As you walked alone down the streets at the dead of night, you cried your eyes out with your heart aching with complete heartbreak. Your soft sobs echoed through the abandoned alleyways of the buildings you’ve passed by.

Your cries were heard, as a mysterious man came out of the shadows of one of the buildings. He was quite shocked to see you at this time of night. That’s when he noticed your tear ridden face, glistening beneath the street lights. Whatever you’ve been through, he invited you to come inside with him.

With everything you’ve been through and nothing else left in your life, you took up his offer and went inside with him.

Taking you in by your hand, he guided you into the building and took you into a private area for you to rest.

After a few hours of rest and some warm food inside of your stomach, he asked you why you were walking all alone on the streets in the dead of night. Soon after you broke down and told him everything that happened.

He listened carefully to you as you told him about your past relationships and how they abused the love you’d given them. After your last relationship ended on a sour note, you’ve had enough and left that sorry asshole behind. You sobbed and sobbed with your hands covering your tear ridden face, feeling like total shit as you told all of this to a complete stranger you just met.

But he sat there, listening to you talk about what you’ve gone through and how horrible you were treated. Rubbing his hand up and down your back, comforting you in a way.

He felt so bad for you, watching you cry. Sorrow filled his blue eyes and felt his heart grow heavy with it too. With no other place to go to turn to, he offered you a place within his community to stay and heal from your past.

You were forever grateful for his offer and for himself. You had a place to stay and to call it home. You felt safe now.

That was a few years ago. You’ve been living happily inside of the community ever since and never looked back. Feeling more safe in this new environment and connecting with the other members of the community as well.

Over the past few years you lived here, you’ve became more closer towards Arthur. Teaching and mentoring you through his guidance. How his soft voice puts you into a trance of sorts whenever he speaks to you.

The time you spent with Arthur, the more he understood of what you’ve went through. How each time his heart grew heavier and heavier of sorrow, when you talked about your past partners and how they never loved you in return.

He’s always there for you. Checking up during the day and night to see if you're comfortable, seeing each other during meal time, and spending quality time with just the two of you.

With all this quality time spent with Arthur, you’ve grown much closer to him in the past three years. From holding hands to embracing one another under the moonlight, you never realized what was happening right before your eyes. You were falling in love again.

But how? After your last relationship, you swore to yourself not to fall in love ever again. You didn’t want to start all over again. Didn’t want your heart broken. It felt like a never ending cycle for you and it haunted you deeply.

The very thought of it scared you each minute you spent with him. It felt like you were sick, but you were fine.

Any time you were with Arthur, the pit of your stomach grew more and more wider as your love for him took over your mind. You didn’t mean to fall in love again, but you couldn’t let go of the feeling.

It felt like Cupid shot you with one of his arrows and can’t take it out. That arrow will be forever stuck inside of your chest. Your heart fluttered like a little caged bird every time you saw Arthur or spent time with him.

The more it grew, the more you loved him. But you never told him. You became afraid of what’ll Arthur would say or think if you say ‘I love you’ to him. That he’ll never love you back and leave you. That’s the thing you feared the most in any relationship. Having somebody leave you.

That’s the very thing you didn’t want happening to you at all. So you kept it to yourself and never said anything about your feelings towards Arthur. Keeping it a secret meant that you’ll never tell him and he’ll never find out about the whole thing either.

You kept your feelings a secret for a few weeks, until one night they were uncovered.

It was a quiet night in the community. A gentle, cool wind blew through the leaves and branches of the trees outside of the walls. Sweeping through the dining hall and into the other areas of the community.

You zipped up your jacket to your neck as the cool breeze passed through where you were sitting in the dining hall. After shivering a bit, you went back to eating the hot, lentil soup that sat in front of you on the table.

Half of the community members were gathered around one another for tonight’s meal. All of them were talking and laughing over what they were up to or what they did from today. They were all happy, not caring about anything at all. You wish it was the same for yourself.

Your (E/C) eyes scanned through the dining hall to see if Arthur was anywhere. It was really hard to tell through the large crowd of community members.

After looking around for a few moments, you went back to eating. Taking in another spoonful of the lentil soup, you felt the semi hot liquid swirl around your tongue and trickle down your throat slowly.

It felt really nice to have a warm meal each day and a cozy bed to sleep in, but that wouldn’t have happened without Arthur. He gave you a place to stay and food to eat. He also didn’t give up on you either.

Standing by your side almost every day, as you slowly got over your heartbreak. He never left you alone, until you got better.

Arthur treated you much differently than the other members of the community. In a way, it made you feel special in his eyes.

After a couple of weeks of staying here, you started to warm up to your new surroundings. The members of the community were very nice to you and accepted you as one of their own. You became a part of their family in a way.

For the past few years of calling this place home, you felt something pull yourself towards Arthur. At first you thought you were sick, but you were completely fine. This also happened on other occasions whenever you were around him too.

There were instances when Arthur spoke to you with his soft voice, your whole face felt hot and glowed red. You didn’t even know that was happening at all and it felt like your heart was ready to explode from it too.

Other times you felt your heart beating faster than it should. The blood rushing up to your face so quickly you almost fainted several times. Your heart felt like a caged bird ready to burst out of your chest.

There were a number of other things like Arthur’s hand slightly brushing up against yours, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, letting you sit next to him at meal times, and spending time alone with just you.

At first you thought it was Arthur treating you differently after what you’ve been through before coming to the community.

You missed the signs so many times, not even realizing until it was too late. Never realizing that you’ve fallen in love with Arthur.

Ever since, you’ve been trying to avoid the topic and avoid Arthur at all costs.

You felt defeated in a way. Mostly defenseless against your own feelings overcoming you and your whole mind. Lately, you’ve been overthinking about this whole situation. What would Arthur say and how would he react to you saying you love him?

The awful dread filled both your mind and heart like a large black hole swallowing you whole. Arthur hating and leaving you for loving him haunted you all over the place in your mind. The very last thing you ever wanted to happen was to be alone and heartbroken forever. Still, you don’t really know how to deal with the whole situation that’s causing you pain and torment mentally.

As you continued to eat another spoonful of lentil soup, a hand suddenly came out of nowhere and gently gripped your shoulder. “Aw there you are my dear. I’ve been looking all over the place for you,” a familiar voice followed. Taking the spoon out of your mouth and swallowing the soupy liquid down your throat, you looked over your shoulder to see it was just Arthur.

Arthur looked peaceful tonight. He always is. Standing over your shoulder like a calm shadow. Both of his hands gripped the two handles of his cane, as he slightly leaned over. Several silver strands of his grayish brown hair blew across his pale skin when another gust of wind came through.

His blue eyes looked upon your surprised face after startling you. He could tell you were quite surprised and somewhat uncomfortable when he touched you. That was soon replaced with a smile on his lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry my dear have I startled you?” He asked as he pulled a chair up to sit next to you. You shook your head a bit. “Not a bit Arthur.” You said with a smile and took another spoonful.

He chuckled a bit, “That’s very good to hear. How’s your lentil soup?”

“Good as always Arthur,” you said after removing the spoon from your lips and placing it back into the halfway done soup bowl. You then grabbed the cloth napkin from your lap and used one of the edges to wipe your mouth off.

“Another good thing to hear,” he chuckled more at your response, “good thing to have on a night like this.” You nodded in response. Another small gust of wind came through, making you both shiver at the same time.

Arthur had on his beige jacket like he always does at night. Even though you had your jacket zipped up to your neck, you still felt cold from the breeze coming through.

You picked the spoon back up and dipped it into the bowl again. “(Y/N) I like to ask you something,” he said as he watched you put another spoonful in. It was usual for Arthur to ask you questions about certain things, as long you know what he’s talking about. You nodded your head in response as a yes, what is it.

“Have you been feeling ill of late? You’re not your usual self when you’re around me.” You felt your heart skip a beat or two when he asked THAT question. The one you’ve been dreading he’ll ask you about what’s been going on with you lately.

You shook your head. “No, I’m perfectly fine Arthur. Why do you ask?” You asked after taking the spoon out and placed it onto the table next to the wooden bowl.

Arthur shifted a bit in his seat and darted his eyes away from you, as he looked around the community dining room for a bit and then came back to look at you.

“You’ve been acting quite strangely the past couple months, I’ve grown very worried for you. It’s like you’ve been distancing yourself from me. Did I do something wrong or has something been bothering you lately,” his voice sounded a bit hurt.

Shit. He’s starting to notice. I need to put a stop to this now or else. I don’t want to start this fucking cycle all over again, your thoughts took over your mind. This can’t go on forever. You have to tell him. Tonight, but not here. There’s too many eyes and ears all over the place. You have to make your move now or it’ll be too late.

“Yes Arthur,” you finally say, “something has been bothering me. The reason I haven’t been around you much, is because I didn’t want to worry you about it. I didn’t know how to talk about it either.” You turned your head away a bit and closed your eyes.

“I see,” he said as he let out a heavy sigh. You opened your eyes back up and turned your head towards him again.

He was turned away from you, but his head snapped back towards you. It was like he was waiting for you to look back at him.

“Not that I’m mad about it at all my dear (Y/N). I understand that you’ve kept this issue from me. You wanted to spare my feelings from what you’re dealing with.” He sounded so calm, but sounded wounded in his voice.

“Whatever it is (Y/N). I want to know what you’re going through. You can’t keep me in the dark if you continue doing this to me. I’m still your friend here. I don’t want you to deal with this on your own. This issue you’re dealing with won’t let up if you just talk to me about it.”

Arthur has a point there. You can’t keep this up anymore. Arthur deserves the truth. The truth that you love him.

You turned away for a bit and looked through the dining hall, making sure nobody near you was listening. Then you turned back to Arthur.

“Alright Arthur, I’ll talk about what’s been on my mind,” you then leaned in closer towards him, “but not here. I want to talk about it privately. There’s too many eyes and ears around us.”

Arthur nodded in agreement with you, “alright. Perhaps after dinner then. It’ll be much quieter for us to talk. How does that sound?” You smiled a bit at him as you nodded in agreement.

“After dinner sounds good to me Arthur. It’ll help me more with my thoughts,” you said as you felt your face heat up a bit.

“Let’s talk about in my living area. It’ll be much quieter when everybody has gone to bed for the night,” he said as he got up and lightly patted you on the shoulder.

“Alright. I’ll see you later Arthur,” you gave him a warm smile and he smiled back at you. As he walked away with his cane in hand, you felt your heart grow heavier by the second. You have to tell him. Now or never.

After finishing the last of the lentil soup, you helped clean up and put everything away for the night. With everybody gone to bed now, you headed to Arthur’s living area on the ground floor.

Your thoughts began to eat at your mind again, as you walked up to the door with the crocodile door knocker looking down at you. Before you could knock upon the door, it opened up with Arthur on the other side. There was a friendly smile on his lips. The mere sight of you always makes him happy.

“(Y/N). Come on in. I’ve made some tea for us,” Arthur stepped back a bit and you came inside. Arthur’s living area was quite different from the other living spaces, including yours. It was more spacious and had more room to it. The kitchen area was almost the same size of your bedroom alone.

“Go on and sit down at the table. I’ll bring out the tea,” he said as he closed the door behind you and then walked off towards the kitchen. You walked over to the table that was near the wall towards where the kitchen was.

You pulled out the chair nearest to the end of the table and sat down. Your thoughts raced through your mind rapidly. Trying to think of what to say to him and how he’ll react to it. Your hands started to shake a bit and your fingers twitched. It felt like you were about to have a nervous breakdown. The clinking of glass brought you back to the real world.

Turning and looking over your shoulder, you watched as Arthur walked out with two terracotta red mugs in each hand. Steam swirled around in the air, when Arthur walked closer to the table.

Once he got to the side where you were sitting, he placed down the mug in front of you with one hand and then the other mug at his seat. Finally, he sat down at the end of the table and pushed the seat forward at an angle to face towards you.

“Go on ahead my dear. It’s ginger, lemon and honey. Helps with a sore throat,” he said as he took some small sips from his mug.

You picked up the mug placed in front of you, blew into it a few times, and took a few quick sips of it. The hot and sweet tea went down your throat quickly as it burned a bit. You tasted both the lemon and ginger right away, with the honey following.

It took a moment or two for the tea to cool down a bit to be more drinkable. With your tea half gone, you let the other half cool off some more and set the mug back down onto the table. Arthur puts down his as well, licking some of the left over tea off of his lips.

“So (Y/N). What’s been bothering you,” he asked in a calm voice. When he asked you the question, you felt your fingers twitch again. It’s like your entire body was going haywire.

You thought it out for a moment or two, until you found the right words. “It’s difficult to explain Arthur. There’s so many words and I don’t know how to use them. Like swallowing them all at once, but can’t seem to find the right ones.”

As you started to talk, Arthur rested his chin in the palm of his left hand as he placed his arm upon the table for support.

“Arthur,” you said as your heart began to slowly beat faster, “a few years ago. You invited me inside and let me live here after what I’ve been through that night. I’m forever grateful for what you did for me.”

“Over the past few years, you’ve shown nothing but kindness and compassion towards me. Helping and guiding me through your teachings as I became a member of the community here. Treating me like a totally different person entirely and making me feel safe within these walls all of us call home.

“And through that, something inside me changed. I didn’t know at first. I thought it was just a one time thing, but it never went away. Whenever you spent time with me, that thing stayed with me the entire time. To me, it felt like pulling myself towards you as it swelled up more and more. Still, I didn’t know what it was, until it was too late when I found out.”

Arthur shifted in his seat a bit. Growing very worried about you by the second now. “Found what (Y/N),” he asked in a calm, worried manner. “What did you find out too late about?”

Your heart began to beat much faster now. Like a bird stuck within a rose bush full of prickly thorns. Your mind racing all over the place, as you try to keep calm.

“I thought of forgetting about the whole thing and just move on. It only worked for a few weeks, until now. I stopped thinking of the whole thing, but they crept towards me and my mind. By now, it was already too late.” You grew silent now. Your heartbeat increased in seconds, waiting for a question from Arthur.

“Too late? Too late for what (Y/N),” Arthur was becoming more worried now. In his voice, he sounded hurt.

IT’S TIME. JUST SAY IT, your thoughts started screaming at you. Every fiber inside of your body felt like they’re going to explode now.

“Arthur Harrow. I’m in love with you.” Once you said that, complete silence filled the air. You felt your breath hitch in your throat after saying that.

Shock quickly went across Arthur’s face. His hand left his chin and went to the table in a quick flash. “You’re what?”

Suddenly you felt the flood gates open very rapidly, “oh God Arthur, I’m so sorry,” you cried out. Tears began to stream down your face very rapidly. “I didn’t know how you’ll react to this. Ever since I came here and after the shit I’ve been through, I thought it would never happen to me again, but it did. I started having feelings for you when we started to get closer with one another. At first I thought I was sick, but instead I was love sick. Love sick for you. That’s all it is. Feelings for you. I grew afraid that you’ll never love me in return after I declared mine for you. Wasting all my feelings away and I regret that now. I’m sorry for doing this to you Arthur. I didn’t know this was going to happen to anybody, especially you of all people. I just didn’t want my feelings crushed again. I just want to-”

You were suddenly cut off, as Arthur kissed you on the lips. You never saw him get up, since your tears blinded you in your rant. They felt warm and soft against yours. The smell of the tea he made intoxicated your senses as he slowly kissed you. It tasted sweet. Slowly, Arthur lifted his head up and removed his lips.

He smiled a bit, as tears began to run down his face. You felt shock go through your whole body. Both your heart and mind were fucking screaming like crazy. You opened your mouth, but no words came out yet.

“Arthur-” you finally said, but was cut off when Arthur raised his hand. “No need to explain any more my dear (Y/N). You were afraid of telling how you felt about me and I understand that. Believe me, you’re not alone on this.” Arthur choked up a bit, as more tears streamed down over his cheeks.

You felt your heart skip a beat or two, “Arthur, what are you talking about?” You leaned in a bit closer, awaiting an answer.

Arthur sighed heavily, turned his face away from you, and slowly closed his eyes. You could tell he felt uncomfortable. There was something else that you didn’t know about.

He then turned his head back over to you and slowly opened his eyes back up, with tears still streaming down.

“(Y/N),” he said softly, “the very first time I met you, you needed help. You were all by yourself that one night. Walking along the dark alleyway and I took you in. You were so fragile, I didn’t want anything else happening to you. I made sure you were safe when I invited you into my home. From that night on, I felt something blossom inside. At first I thought it was something else, but it wasn’t. That’s when I felt it. Love. I fell in love with you (Y/N).”

You felt your heart stop for a second or two, with your breath caught inside of your throat. Arthur. He’s in love with me. But why did he hide this from me, your thoughts were running rapidly as your heart started fluttering inside of your ribcage.

“Oh Arthur,” you breathed out with a sigh, holding one hand close to your chest while the other covered your mouth. “How long have you been hiding this?”

“Three years,” he said in a calm, low voice, “three whole years I’ve kept it secret from you. At first I didn’t know how you’ll react to it. So I kept quiet about the whole thing and went on. Though, I only showed little signs of my love for you. Hiding it was the only possible way to keep it secret. Until tonight of course.”

Three years. Three years he kept it secret from you. You felt relieved and happy at the same time. Arthur felt the same way as you did. Keeping his feelings and love for you hidden, because he didn’t know how you’d react to him.

Both of you have feelings for one another, but didn’t know how either of you would react when you proclaimed your love for Arthur and his love for you.

“Oh Arthur,” you said as you removed your hands from your mouth and chest and knelt down in front of him. You then placed your hands on top of his on his lap. Arthur looked down upon you, with his tears stopped flowing down his face.

“It’s alright Arthur. I understand what you did and I don’t hate you for it. Both of us didn’t know how to handle our feelings for one another. But that’s okay. We love one another and that’s all. Just the two of us, Arthur. Just the two of us.”

Your thoughtful words brought a big smile to him and to yourself.

“You’re absolutely right my dear (Y/N). We have each other’s love.” He said. You then picked yourself up off the floor slowly and then you placed your lips upon his. With your hands still on his, you felt your fingers intertwine with one another as you kissed and kissed.

At last, you felt your heart sync up with Arthur’s. There’s no other way, but just to keep kissing and kissing as long as you could.

Finally, you have somebody to love you in return and love you for all eternity.

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underratedandoverit · 9 months

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Welcome Home

640 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

just something short and sweet. just fluff if even that. i just needed to do something tonight, its been like a week since ive done anything and even longer since ive posted, tho reasons for that are varied (aka im sick, i was in london, had to prep things for london, and have been working on a few longer things that i wanna post in full when they are done so posting has been kinda lacking recently due to that, but things are coming eventually!). but heres this. just something short. yay ~

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Cassidy carefully pushed the front door open after unlocking it, pulling the sunglasses from his face as he stepped inside. His heart had already sank a little as the taxi had pulled him up to the front yard and all the lights inside had been out, knowing that he was coming back to a silent, asleep house. Cassidy had been hoping that there was at least one lit room on the other side of the house, but when he got inside to total darkness and silence, he deflated a little bit more at his hopeful thoughts.

Damn those delayed flights.

He parked his suitcases in the hallway, carefully taking off his shoes. The jean jacket likewise came off, leaving him standing there in the darkness for a while as Cassidy contemplated his next step.

Soon enough he ditched any extra thoughts though, knowing that he was too tired to fix up a snack or too hopeful in thinking that Kip would still be awake to greet him. Cassidy had told him that he would have been back home twelve hours ago originally, and after all the flight delays he just hadn’t been sure anymore, and eventually Kip had just stopped texting him about it after one last time.

“I’ll be waiting whenever you get here. I love you. Fly safe.”

Cassidy had known there was no way Kip was still going to be awake by the time he actually got back, but something about it still stung a little. Maybe it was just because he was tired, overworked, had just spent a ridiculous amount of time waiting at a goddamn airport and then on a flight just to get back home… Maybe it was all of those things combined.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Cassidy quietly headed upstairs, hoping to at least catch some sleep finally if nothing else. They could have their sweet reunion moment in the morning, a few hours later than he had hoped, but it was better than nothing. He had already held on for a few days, a few more hours was an easy enough thing to do.

Pushing the bedroom door open as quietly as possible, a small smile climbed up on his lips as Cassidy spotted the sleeping figure in the bed, even in the very dim room knowing exactly what he was looking at. As Kip didn’t react to him stepping inside the room, Cassidy assumed him to be fast asleep already. He didn’t blame Kip, it was the dead hours of the night after all.

Moving to the side of the bed he sat down on it, undoing the top layer of the clothes he was wearing. No matter how tired he was, sleeping in jeans and socks especially was a huge no for him, Cassidy just casually dropping the pile of clothes to the floor, making a mental note to clean them up in the morning. He carefully pulled the blanket aside from his side of the bed, making sure to not disturb Kip’s peaceful sleep as Cassidy settled down on his spot, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he was finally laying down after hours of agonizing travel issues.

As sleep had almost claimed him, Cassidy could feel the bed shift under him slightly, soon enough a familiar pair of arms wrapping around his waist. He smiled a little as he felt another body pressing against his back, a tired, slightly accented voice mumbling against the back of his neck, clearly barely conscious himself.

“Welcome home, Clementine.”

Cassidy reached a hand to the back of his neck, running it through Kip’s hair as the Brit snuggled closer against him. He didn’t reply anything back to him, knowing they were both too exhausted for conversations right now, and they had the entire tomorrow to catch up again.

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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bbarican · 8 months

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october 08, 2023; 11:35 am - emotional

hi tumblr! happy sunday! how are you guys naman?

ive had a super productive weekend so far and im pretty happy about it; i decided to get some work in kasi nung friday, as in nasa one ayala na ko papunta sa sakayan, sabay sabay yung reminders ng boss ko for the rest of the year and how i have to make memos na din kaagad and i figured why wait for monday if i can work on them this weekend naman since theyre pretty easy to do so here we are

besides that i also finished our outing poster para tomorrow maannounce ko na talaga even though its an open secret as my office bestie would say but im just really excited din talaga to travel with them kaya anything outing related i dont mind doing sa weekend

besides that, my family and i went to parqal last night to let our dogs roam around and i feel like they enjoyed that alot kasi nga its been awhile since we last went out for a walk with them tapos nag starbucks lang kami for dinner since there werent much options pa doon but overall it was a lovely night

and today, since im done with the heavier tasks i have on my list, im just here prepping for my next tasks on my to do list while crying my heart out over my favorite musicals and songs and im really happy, genuinely too

happy sunday you guys! i hope everyone is safe and staying hydrated since it is a bit hot today and i hope we all have a lovely sunday and new week ahead of us!

#bbarican #thoughts #personal #writings #update #list #dump

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maximoffslilwitchintraining · 2 years

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Don’t forget to say goodbye.

A/N: its officially spooky season!!! And I’ve decided to do a sort of kinktober/spooky fics for this month. I’ll be commiting to a story a week. So be sure to request characters, kink, and spooky creature. I’ll also be picking random notes where ive written down, a character pairing, a kink and a type of creature.

This time it was, wanda x reader, ghost, and breath play. Enjoy ;)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Alcohol, choking, hot wax, ghost/demon wanda, posessiveness, blood, bruises, swearing, smut, ouija board

It is starting to get close to midnight, and they’re still not there. You had invited your friends over for drinks and for some spooky fun. Yelena had gone to pick them up like an hour ago, but had yet to return. You were pacing around worrying something had happened to them when the door flung open.

“We´re back!” Yelena stumbled in through the door with a bag in each hand.

“I can see that.” You said in a dry tone. “What took you so long, and what's all this?” You pointed at the bags. As they hit the counter the sound of ringing from glass bottles hitting each other went through the flat, and so the mystery was solved.

“You think we’ll need that much alcohol?” You asked as Thor wandered with yet another bottle of liquor.

“Oh no, this one is just mine.” He held the bottle close to his chest, directing his body away from you as you swiped your hand in front of him pretending to try and steal it.

“Well don't you think the ghosts would like some spirits too?” Yelena smirked. At the mere mention of a ghost, you could see Peter's face grow pale. You weren't entirely sure why he was here. When you had all first discussed doing the ouija board, he was clearly freaked out and if it wasn't for Thor insisting he’d come he would’ve more than likely stayed home. Steve wasn’t too fond of the idea either. He was steadfast in his beliefs that “ghosts don't exist”, and yet he refused to actually touch the board, only agreeing to watch the rest of the group play from afar. Thor full-heartedly believed in spirits and held no fear for the dead, only respect. You two had met through a Norse pagan coven, not many knew that this giant beefy guy was into crystals and worshipping the freja.

The person you really hadn't expected this night, was Yelena's sister. Natasha had really just meant to visit Yelena, but since she forgot these plans, Nat was simply forced to tag along. She didn't seem to mind all that much. She found herself a beer and a comfy spot on the couch.

You started setting up the board as Yelena handed out drinks.

“Are you joining?” Thor asked as he sat down next to Nat on the couch.

“Me? umm yeah sure why the hell not.” She leaned forward her elbows on her knees. Watching you light the candles, kneeling on the floor by the wooden coffee table.

“Well great we get 5 people after all.” You received a frown from Steve, who was walking toward the couch at a snail's pace.

“Alright! let's talk to some dead people.” Yelena sat down opposite you. Peter took the last spot on the couch, nervously holding on to a glass of coke. Steve moved a chair to sit down in a corner he deemed at a safe distance.

“Alright, everyone two fingers on the cup.” The original piece had been lost and so a glass replaced it. You started with the basics questions, is anyone there etc but nothing happened, which had steve saying I told you. You all sat in silence waiting for anything to happen. Yelena started talking out loud to any potential spirits, essentially just sharing her every thought. Natasha moved her pointer finger and placed it on top of yours taping them a few times. You smiled at one another, before looking back down. You tapped her back, but before Nat could respond the glass started moving. Everyone went silent, as it slowly moved across the board.

“Lena, are you moving it?” Steve sounded from the corner.

“Of course I'm not fucking moving it, I was in the middle of telling a story and they cut me off.“ Her eyes were fixed on the cup.

It was just about to reach the word “no” when peter freaked and pulled away his hand, accidentally knocking over his glass. The loud bang made everyone jump and let go of the cup. But things did not quiet down.

“It’s still moving,” Yelena whispered moving away from the board. Everyone watched as it slowly circled no over and over til it all of a sudden went sliding off the board landing in Natasha's lap.

“Nope, I’m done ill be in the bedroom if you need me.” Steve left the room slamming the door behind him.

They all watched Nat where she sat holding the cup in her hands.

“Is this normal?” She asked turning to you. You only shook your head unable to speak.

“What the hell did you do to piss off the ghost Natasha?” Yelena laughed.

“How is this funny?” Peter seemed to be on the verge of tears.

“Peter you wanna go check on steve for me?” He took you up on the offer clearly needing a break The rest of you got back to the board. Natasha was now slightly hesitant to put her hands back on the board.

Yelena was the first to speak. ”Do you not like my sister?” She asked and sure enough, the cup moved to no. Yelena clearly found it amusing. “Why not?” She pried. and it started spelling something out, C…A…N… “Can't keep her hands to herself” Yelena exclaimed. “Wow, Nat did you just slut shamed by a ghost?!” She laughed. Nat was however not laughing. You both looked at each other in confusion.

“I’m sorry Y/N I made you uncomfortable…” She started.

“What? No Nat I didn’t do that, you’re all good.” She seemed to believe you but was clearly still unsettled. Yelena caught the moment and was quick to follow up.

“You don’t like Natasha touching Y/N?” It moved again spelling out something new. T…H…E…Y…R…E…M..I…N…E

With those words a shiver wet down your spine.

“Alright, that's a bit much even for me,” Thor said nervously looking at you.

“Yeah, I think it's time to stop,” Yelena agreed.

“Are you sure?” You were certainly creeped out, but also curious.

“Dude I don’t know much about this stuff, but that doesn't sound good.” Natasha swiped the cup off the table.

“I say we go out?” Yelena stood up. Most everyone agreed, wanting to get the hell out of your flat as fast as possible.

“Boys! All clear!” Natasha yelled as she walked over knocking on the door. The two peeked out confirming that you had fact stopped.

“You wanna come with us out?” Thor barely had to say the words before Peter was putting on his jacket.

“You coming Y/N?” Yelena asked.

“I’m a bit tired I think I’ll stay here.” You leaned back against the counter.

“I can stay with you, if you want?” Natasha offered, looking worried.

“I’m okay guys really just gonna watch a movie and then go to sleep.” You smiled trying to reassure them.

“Alright, but I'm taking this.” she picked up the board placing it under her arm. “Don’t want you messing around with that alone.”

And with that, they all left. Were you scared to be left alone here? Hell yes, but something was urging you to stay and maybe that should have been your first warning.

You didn't bother blowing out the candles, they were black pillar candles that you had found in the flat when you moved in, and you found them quite comforting. You settled on watching The Adams family since it was just the right amount of spookiness for you at this moment.

After a few minutes, your eyelids got heavy and you are just about ready to drift off when the film comes to a stop. You frown reaching for the remote with a groggy vision, attempting to press play over and over, but all it did was a load.

“For fuck sake!” You yelled sitting up, and the tv went out. So did the lamp lit in the corner of the room. You froze, eyes set on the figure that was standing lurking in that corner. You wanted to run but couldn’t move an inch.

The figure started moving towards you and it was like a spell broke and you quickly hid under the blanket, certain you were about to be murdered, but nothing happened. Just silence. Until you felt the weight of someone sitting down next to you.

“Come on now don’t hide from me sweet thing.” Fingers gently traced up and down your leg. Your cheeks became wet with tears as you prayed for it to go away.

“That’s not very nice.” The voice growled, ripping the blanket off you in one motion. You scrambled away til you sat back against the other side of the couch. Across from you sat a woman, with long brown hair and glowing red eyes. She had a mischievous smile on her face, as she watched you try to get away.

“Now now sweetheart I’m not going to eat you.” She giggled. “Or am I!” She launched forward, teeth clashing together inches from your face. The laugh she let was haunting nothing human about it. She quieted down and focused on your face. Her hand comes to your cheek, to wipe away a few tears.

“You’re so cute when you’re scared.” She whispered leaning forward only to lick a teardrop of your cheek. She moved away, and her fingers traced up one of the black candles. Her fingertips were black and you found yourself mesmerized by them as they danced over the flame.

“I’m glad you like my candles.” Her head turned back to you, a blank expression on her face.

“Yours?” you asked without thinking. She smiled dipping her fingers into the hot wax.

“Yes, mine.” She tilted her head. “And now…” Her hand grabbed your face, her nails dug into your cheeks and jaw and the still hot wax burned your skin making you gasp. “...so are you.” She leaned down licking her lips, before moving down and pulling down your shorts. You stared at her nibbling on your thigh, surprised by the suddenness of her action. Red eyes looked up at you from between your legs before moving in and licking up your pussy. You let out a moan as she sucked on your clit. You hadn't meant to be so loud but the woman clearly enjoyed your response, sucking harder. You closed your eyes leaning back, only for her to stop. You felt her climb up your body leaning in for a kiss, you leaned in trying to deepen the kiss, and she sucks your lip into her mouth before biting down roughly on it. Once she lets go you taste iron, lip stinging. She’s quick to lap up the blood, before leaning in and whispering in your ear.

“Look at you letting your guard down…” her hand wraps around your throat. “...silly little thing.” Her grip tightens drastically, cutting off your airways. You struggle to try to loosen her grip, but she doesn't seem to notice, her smile is feral as she strangles you. Those red glowing eyes are the last thing you see before passing out.

Your eyes fly open. The clock on the wall tells you it’s 4 am. You sit up panting and looking around, she’s nowhere to be seen. The tv is on once more and the credits are rolling. The lamp is also on, and so are the candles. Oh thank god, it was just a dream you think to yourself. You turn off the tv and blow out the candles heading to the bathroom to shower and cool off before heading to bed. You hurry into the bathroom and lock the door still spooked by it all. You turn on the hot water and start to strip when you catch yourself in the mirror. You moved closer feeling the hair raise on your arms once more, as you stared at the bruise around your neck and the black wax going down your chest. You backed away from the mirror, and a pair of hands catch you landing on your back as a cold breath hits your neck.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

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Fire and Steel (Speedrunning Therapy) Part 5

Content warning for blood. Holy crap I finally finished the next scene! This isn’t even a full day in the story, and I’m hoping to work on the next half this week! But Chess gets to punch someone in this one! About 5,700 words.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Tagging: @drabbleitout, @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, and @for-fuchs-sake!

When Ives stirred, my eyes immediately flew open, and I sat up. I hadn’t slept so soundly ever, it felt like. And I was all tangled up with him. I blushed as I sat up. Shit. I never had a sense of personal space after I fell asleep.

I could barely glance at him as he stood up. “Sorry about last night. And I think I would want to go into work with you, if that’s okay.” I didn’t want to be alone.

He left the room, and my stomach dropped. Had he even looked over at me? Had that been it? My only chance to make him interested and I blew it on getting flustered and having a nightmare? I mean, it made sense. No one ever stayed with me for more than a night. Oh fuck. I had ruined everything.

But he just walked back in with a smile and my clothes in his hands. “We’re going to have to have a serious talk about the amount you apologize,” he teased, and my thoughts got even more confused when warmth settled in my chest. He didn’t hate me. He placed my clothes on the bed, having already changed into a work shirt and padded slacks. How the fuck…? “But you’re absolutely welcome to come with me. Mikki should already be there, so we may want to leave soon to get there before shift starts.”

I nodded and grabbed my clothes to go change in the bathroom. After getting all panicked over one little thing, I was way too embarrassed to change in front of him. Once I was back in my normal clothes, I splashed my face with water to hopefully get rid of the blush and walked back out, handing him his shirt and shorts I had been wearing. “Thank you. I appreciate everything you’ve done.”

He took the clothes and set them on the bed. “I’m happy to help. And I hope you know you’re welcome here, any time you’d like.” We walked back to the entrance, and he grabbed my jacket. “I understand if you may want to go elsewhere for the night, but if you’d like to come back, maybe we can pick up some things for you on our way back.” He helped me into the sleeves of the shirt, and my cheeks burned all over again. But then he called Niner, and I got distracted by her, leaning down to pet her.

I nodded. “We’ll see, but I’d love to spend the night here again. I felt very safe.”

“Well, you’re certainly welcome to come back.” He opened the door for me, and I perked up at the view again, walking over and staring especially at the ocean.

I smiled. “It’s so gorgeous.”

“It wasn’t always so.” The elevator dinged, and I had to force myself away from the sight, getting on the elevator with Ives and Niner. “Barely a decade ago it, much like the rest of the country, was near the brink of collapse. There’s still things to be done, but it’s proof humans are quite brilliant beings, capable of healing and helping one another. And a sign not all things will always be terrible.” I tilted my head at him, but then his fingers brushed my prosthetic hand and then took it gently, and my cheeks burned worse. Fuck. I would never get used to someone touching my prosthetics as if they were precious.

The lobby was crowded, but Ives kept ahold of my hand, so we got to the car just fine. He let go of my hand only when he opened the passenger door for me. I just got in quietly, thinking about what he had said. Humans had actually done something good? Not more harm? It was confusing. Niner jumped into the backseat and whined, and I automatically reached back to pet her. She whined again, nudging my hand for more pets.

When Ives got in the driver’s seat, I glanced over at him. “This is a beautiful world.” I hesitated, but I wanted to ask this. “Is there a place you’ve always wanted to see? Like me with the ocean.”

He stayed quiet for a while, starting the car and heading out. His brow pinched. “I don’t know. I’m a little embarrassed to say I’ve never thought about it. Maybe…maybe a place with snow. It snows here and I enjoy it, so maybe something like that.”

I nodded. Snow was beautiful, at least when I didn’t have to worry about sleeping in it. “Snow’s good for cuddling and warm drinks.” At least that was what I heard. “And it’s gorgeous when it blankets everything in pure white.”

“You’re right.” He nodded. “We didn’t get as much snow this winter, but maybe visiting a place with snow would be nice.” He looked like he wanted to continue that sentence. Oh. Was there someone he wanted to go with? “Would you want to go to the ocean sometime? If you didn’t want to get into the sand, maybe to the boardwalk or shops?”

He seemed to want to go with someone if he went to a snowy place, and hoping it wasn’t someone specific, I decided to speak up. “I’ll totally go with you to whatever place with snow you’d like, if you want.” A shy smile pulled at my lips. “I do enjoy travelling, even if I mostly did it to get to a new place where people didn’t recognize me on sight. And I’d love to go to the ocean! And honestly,” I leaned forward like it was a big secret. “I’ll probably still go in the sand, even if it would fuck up my prosthetics.”

“Perhaps Mikki will have some answers for us that may be able to help.” He chuckled, and I felt a thrill. He wasn’t annoyed by me! “That way you wouldn’t have to worry about it. Speaking of which, Mikki is, well, she’s a medic. Therefore she can be blunt, but I assure you it comes from her role to be efficient and quick. But she enjoys her work very much. She may have a lot of questions, but if anything is too uncomfortable to answer, tell her so. She will understand.”

I nodded, having tensed when he mentioned Mikki was a medic. But I trusted she would be nicer than I was used to. “Thank you. I might…get nervous around her. I’m not fond of medical people.”

“I’ll be there.” He took my hand, sounding so calm and steady that my cheeks burned worse. “That’s why I want to get there early, so I can be there. I’ve known Mikki since she came to the station. She won’t do anything without permission.”

I squeezed his hand. “I know. It’s just instinct by now.”

“That’s alright. I’ll explain you may have some apprehension. But you won’t be alone.” Wow. I…I had never been assured of that. I almost started crying all over again. Ives pulled into the station parking lot. “If it’s too uncomfortable, you don’t have to stay. You can tell me if you want to leave, and we will.”

I nodded, trying not to choke up. “Thank you. I should be fine. Especially with you there.”

He nodded and helped both me and Niner out, and Niner walked right beside me, letting me pet her soft little head. He led me through the same door as yesterday, but this time, we turned left and walked up to a heavy-duty door with no hinges or lock. Just a black pad on the wall.

Ives put his hand on the pad, and the door hissed and opened inwards. Niner ran inside. “This is the Synthetic barracks. Without Beau or I here, Mikki should be the only one here.” He took my hand as he led me inside.

It looked similar to the rest of the station, just a lot more lights since there weren’t any windows. It didn’t look too stark, at least. There were a lot of other doors lining the hall as we walked, with pads just like the one outside the main door. But we kept going until the hallway opened up into a big room, with a rug in the center and counters and cabinets labeled with parts, chairs to sit in, and even what looked like two gardens. A pretty lady who was shorter than Valetta, with dark brown skin and white, coily hair, worked on fixing some kind of machine. My cheeks heated up. She was so pretty.

She didn’t look up as she spoke. “Ives, please tell me you haven’t been hit by another truck.” He didn’t respond, and she turned around. Damn. Her dark brown eyes were pretty too. She blinked rapidly as she looked me over.

“Mikki, this is Chess,” Ives said.

“She needs an ambulance. She’s burning up,” she said.

“No, no she doesn’t,” Ives interrupted. “She has…a condition and I suggested she speak to you to get your opinion.” Mikki continued to blink.

“Of course,” she whispered. She motioned over to the chairs for us to sit down, and I did. “It’s nice to meet you, Chess. I usually only work on emergency situations, much like a paramedic, but I’m happy to do what I can.” She daintily sat, crossing her legs at the knee as she offered her hand to shake.

I didn’t even know where to begin, shaking her hand and blushing worse. She was just so pretty. So, I tried to explain, even though I barely knew what to say. I sat down, coughing up a wisp of smoke. “I’m, well, my prosthetics aren’t from this world, really, and they give me fire magic. And I’m thinking in relation to that, there’s something, maybe a fire in my lungs, that’s burning my throat and making me cough up smoke especially when I’m stressed. My magic is also the reason why my internal body temperature is higher than normal. But I just wanted to see if that was right, or if there was something really wrong with me.” Damn. That was a fucking terrible explanation.

Mikki stared at me for a bit until she popped up, hands slapping her knee. “Oh! I’d be happy to help.” She grabbed the arms of the chair and stood, shuffling closer to sit next to me. “First, do you mind if I take a scan of your arm? Just to familiarize myself with the level of tech we’re working with here. No poking or prodding,” she tapped the side of her head, “it’s all by sight.”

Wow. She was taking this more in stride than I thought she would. I hadn’t explained well, but I wasn’t sure how to explain better without getting into a whole ramble, so I just went with it. I nodded. “I’m fine with that.” I took off my jacket so the full extent of my arm prosthetic could be seen.

“Thank you, dear.” She smiled and gently took my wrist. I still flinched and almost pulled back at her touch, but it wasn’t bad. So I forced myself to relax as she looked it over. “You weren’t making it up when you said other world. I’m not familiar with any kind of design like this.”

“Is it similar to anything we have?” Ives asked.

“Yes and no. There are similarities, much like the carbon base of the structure, but the hardness and makeup of just the outer structure of her arm is probably ten times of ours.” She started blinking rapidly again as she slowly moved my wrist. “Honestly this is impressive. But…”

There was a long pause, and Ives frowned. “But?”

“It’s deep.” Mikki stilled, looking up my arm, to my shoulder and even across to my chest. “There’s a fissure here, where the prosthetic ends in some type of…port. Where it’s attached to biological tissue. But it’s been altered. Something akin to scar tissue but much more dense. And there are these energy points?” She made a face. “Different node-like points that are wired into the arm and similar ones in her lungs -the temperatures make the scans difficult to read clearly. But they’re almost like flecks of stone? Gems? Uh…some type of organic matter feeding from one another.”

Fuck. I hadn’t been able to follow all that. “Um. I don’t know anything about these, so you could tell me nonsense, and I’d think you were telling the truth. So, I don’t really have any comment. Sorry.”

“Understandable.” Mikki smiled, and she didn’t seem mad. “I admit I don’t fully understand what I’m looking at either. I’d need time to study it. But do you mind if I take a look at your mouth? Just a quick peek to see what I can tell of the burning?” She stood and walked to one of the cabinets, where she grabbed what looked to be a small flashlight and mirror. She held them out to show me. “If you want, I’ll keep studying these scans to see if there’s a way we may be able to take things apart, get rid of these points to possibly remove the effects of fire.”

I nodded, even though I tensed a little. “I’m fine with that. On both accounts.”

“Okay.” Mikki giggled and sat down, scooting closer, and I just tried to relax. “Alright, dear, open your mouth please.” I did so, trying not to flinch, but she was done way quicker than I thought she would be, so that was nice.

She moved back, frowning. “I see some scarring. Irritation. But I was expecting much worse. I’m sure it’s still painful however. Humans aren’t made to be furnaces, and I don’t think you’re the exception.”

Before I could respond, the door to the barracks opened, and Ives turned. I frowned up at him before looking back as well. A thin man in a navy jacket with thick glasses walked in, and Ives stiffened.

“Mikki,” he hissed. Wait, was that an Auditor? Oh, I was going to fucking punch him in the face if he was mean.

“I don’t know either,” Mikki responded, dropping her tools and grabbing my jacket, wrapping it around my shoulders. The Fucking Auditor walked in and stopped, looking all of us over, frowning at Mikki. I ducked my head, knowing I should at least try to be safe.

“What’s going on here?” He looked between Mikki and Ives. “Auditors are the only humans authorized back here.”

“She’s known around the station and she had some questions about feeling unwell,” Mikki said, standing up and calmly folding her hands. “I brought her in to check things over since it would be faster than calling an EMT. What can I help you with?”

“Get her out. She could be a liability if something happened while she was back here.” He scowled and pointed at Ives, and I tensed. He was looking at Ives like people had looked at me before. “We found abnormalities with IV5’s protocols. We need to take it in for system debugging.”

It. I had to clench my jaw to keep myself from speaking up, but I was starting to shake. “Sir, I was cleared yesterday,” Ives said. “We went over every possible exam and I was told—”

“Backtalk isn’t a protocol, is it?” The Fucking Auditor chuckled through his nose, peering over the top of his glasses. “Come on.”

“Could you please reach out to Doctor Yew?”

“Uh, no. Mouth shut, feet moving.” He clapped his hands.

Oh fuck no. This bastard wasn’t going to be this terrible to Ives. No one else should have to go through what I had. I stood up, glaring at him and shaking. “Why don’t you learn to shut your mouth? Don’t fucking talk to him like that.”

Ives jumped and looked back at me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. He moved slightly in front of me as if he wanted to protect me from the Fucking Auditor. “Chess, it’s okay.”

“Wow.” The Fucking Auditor chuckled. “Let me guess, you’re the type who names your car or your laptop. This is corporate business, and that is a souped-up walking tablet. Why am I even arguing with you? You’re not even supposed to be back here.”

Fuck that! I shoved past Ives as I glared at the Fucking Auditor. How could someone call him that? “He has thoughts, and he can make decisions. He’s more of a human than you are if you let yourself get brainwashed by that nonsense.” My fire flared up, so when I spoke, smoke leaked from my mouth.

“Chess.” Ives followed me, putting his hands on my shoulders and trying to pull me back, but I stayed right where I was, glaring at the Fucking Auditor as he stared at me curiously. I didn’t even care. As long as he wasn’t looking at Ives that way again.

“Brainwashed? It’s facts. Numbers. Its thoughts are all programming. Binary. You sound like those little shit protestors.”

I growled as smoke hissed out of my mouth, and I wriggled out of Ives’s grip, only focusing on the Fucking Auditor. I dashed forward, and once I was close enough, I swung back and used my full force behind my prosthetic fist to hit him square in the nose. It broke and crunched beneath my fist. I felt a thrill of satisfaction as I followed the Fucking Auditor to the ground to keep punching him. “Get out of here! You’re not taking him anywhere!”

I couldn’t even punch him again before Ives grabbed my wrist and wrapped his other arm around my waist, where he picked me up. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he didn’t budge.

The Fucking Auditor clutched his face, where his nose was already starting to bleed (ha!), as he sat up. “What is that?” His voice even sounded choked! Ives moved away from him as he stared at my prosthetic arm. Ah. Well, still better than him staring at Ives like that. Ives turned us away from him, but not before I could flip him off. “Bring her back, IV5. Let me see that arm.”

I snarled and struggled again. He hadn’t called Ives by his name! “You’ll see more of my arm when I punch you in the face again! You bastard!” But then I glanced up at Ives, and he looked scared, and I fell still.

He hurried out of the barracks, not setting me down and almost holding me too tightly. He headed back the way we came, but when he got there, there were more Auditors, hands to their ears, as if listening to something. They turned to look at us, and I couldn’t let Ives get hurt, so I slipped out of Ives’s arms and ran at the Auditors, fully prepared to fight all of them.

At least until Garnet appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me, carrying me over a shoulder. Fuck! I hated how short I was! I kept struggling as he turned to Ives and then the Auditors, first speaking to me. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. There you are, we were looking all over for you.” He looked back at Ives, and I looked around to see that Fucking Auditor stagger into view. The shit. “Sorry about that, man. Kid sisters -whaddya do? She had a minor accident on the way here, might have a little bit of a concussion.” He laughed, but it sounded strained.

I fell still again, realizing what they were doing. But I tried to sneakily find a way out of Garnet’s grip. I just wanted to punch the bastards! I made sure to whisper to him to let him know what was going on. “They’re…they’re going to take Ives!”

Garnet gave me a reassuring squeeze and started backing away. “He’s got this under control,” he grunted. But that didn’t matter! They were treating him terribly! He shouldn’t have to have it under control!

“Let me go and let my supervisor know I won’t be in today,” Ives said calmly. One of the Auditors nodded, and he started walking, with Garnet following. But it wasn’t fair! They were going to hurt him! What if they would hurt him worse because I had acted out?

Garnet set me down, keeping hold of my hand. “What’s going on?”

Fuck, I had messed everything up. I coughed up some smoke as I started breathing too quickly. I had to stop walking as I got unsteady on my feet. “We…we came early so I could meet Mikki and start to learn more about my prosthetics and magic. And…that damn bastard showed up and…called Ives ‘it’ and said he was just a glorified tablet, and I…I couldn’t stand thinking what they’ll do to him.” Tears started streaking down my cheeks.

“Hey, hey,” he pulled me into an empty room. “No, don’t do that. It’s okay. Look, he’s gonna be okay.” He held me by the shoulders and had to crouch down to look in my face because I was so fucking short. “I…I know they’re shitty. They do Beau the same way, and I’m kinda jealous you got to sock one in the face. Think you broke his nose.” He chuckled and tried to dry my tears. “They do Beau the same way. But, our hands are kinda tied. Technically they belong to the company.” He frowned. “But don’t worry, he’s gonna be fine. I’ll call their supervisor, Dr. Yew, and smooth things over. He’ll be okay.”

I had to laugh a little about breaking the bastard’s nose. And that helped distract me enough to actually calm down a little. “It was pretty satisfying to feel his nose break under my fist. But…I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have even gotten involved. I just. I can’t let someone insult my friends.”

He smiled. “I bet it was. You’re really packin’. But it’s okay, I get it…I get it. You’re not wrong for that. C’mon, let’s go meet him before he comes back this way.” He took my hand and glanced up and down the hallway before heading after Ives. We passed the office I had been in yesterday, what looked like a breakroom, and through the lobby into another hallway, meeting Ives as he left another room. He stared at Garnet before looking down at me.

“Yeah, uh,” Garnet fumbled a little. “I gotta go make a phone call. Didn’t wanna leave her on her own.” He let go of my hand, leaving.

I ducked my head as tears blurred my vision again. Beau had already told me that I should probably stay away from Auditors, and I had already fucked that up. “I’m…I’m sorry. I should have thought a little. But he was treating you like you aren’t a person with thoughts and feelings, and that’s bullshit, and I won’t—can’t—stand for it. I hope I didn’t make it worse.”

I gasped a little when he wrapped me up in a hug. But I immediately hugged him back, burying my face in his shirt. He was so comfortable, and I felt so safe around him. “I thought I told you to stop apologizing,” he whispered. “Thank you.” He laughed a little. “I appreciate you standing up for me, it was very kind of you.”

I started to sob. He wasn’t mad at me. “Their words aren’t fucking true. You matter and you are worth way more than they try to tell you. I’ll always fucking protect you. I care deeply for you, and I better see you well tonight, or I’m burning their whole damn building down. Whichever one it is." I froze and gasped. “Wait, but what about Niner? Is she going to be okay without you?”

“I’ll be back.” He laughed, but it sounded a little mechanical. I still didn’t know what that meant. “Thank you, Chess. Please don’t cry, please don’t worry. I promise, I’ll be back.” He leaned away and tucked my hair behind my ears and tried to dry my face. Fuck. I was crying way too much. “Niner will be alright, too. She’ll be here, with Mikki. They’ll be okay. But I want you to stay with the others today. I don’t feel comfortable having you on your own. Will you spend the day with Beau or Valetta or someone?”

I nodded and pulled back, wiping at my eyes. “Okay. I…I trust you. I’ll see you soon then. I’ll spend the day with one of the others. Promise.”

“I have to go now.” He hesitated and looked down the hall before leaning down and pecking my cheek. My cheeks burned. “We’ll go to the beach when I get back. Alright?”

I nodded. I didn’t want to let him go. It felt like I was letting him go to the same hell I only remembered snippets of. But I was fucking powerless. I hugged him tightly before pulling away. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“Do, I’m very adamant about keeping my word.” He trailed his hand down my prosthetic, taking my hand. He led me back to the office, where Beau was standing by Garnet’s desk. Beau saw us and hurried over. Ives squeezed my hand. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I squeezed his hand back and watched him until he was out of sight, before I turned to Beau. It was nice to see him, even though my emotions were all over the place right now. I smiled fleetingly. “What a day already, huh?”

“Did you really break an Auditor’s nose?” He had a giggle in his tone. “Garnet said you broke their nose!” Garnet shushed him. “That’s amazing,” he peeped. “I wish I could’ve seen it.” His smile wavered. “Ives will be okay. I’ve gone in for debugging before, it isn’t bad. It’s more like stasis -or sleeping. It’ll be just a second for him.” He snapped his fingers.

I nodded. It still sounded wrong. “But how can you stand having to deal with people who treat you that way? But yeah.” A smile pulled at my lips. “I broke his nose. Felt the crunch and everything.”

Beau’s nose wrinkled, face scrunching. “Gross.” He snickered. “But it…we don’t usually have to work with them that much. It’s kinda like bad weather, it comes and goes, but I have the team here! They’re like my sunshine!” He waved me over to Garnet’s desk and pulled a chair over for me too.

Garnet was still on the phone. “Yeah, I just feel like maybe there’s a misunderstanding.” He glanced over at me. “If you could, Dr. Yew, I’d appreciate it. Yeah…thanks again. Bye.” He hung up and sighed. “Dr. Yew says he’ll be there waiting on them, see what all this is about.”

I ducked my head. How much had I messed up? “I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“I don’t think you really caused any trouble. I mean, that guy might throw a fit about his nose later, but there’s no cameras back there. Doesn’t have any real proof. If anything Dr. Yew was just as confused. He didn’t really expect Ives back, so that’s what he was going to check out. Don’t think you really ruffled any feathers.”

I nodded, still not looking him in the eyes. “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t worry, Dr. Yew will take care of him,” Beau assured. He rested a hand on my shoulder. “Would you like to come with us today? It’s supposed to be a nice day out. We can give you a low tier look around if you want.”

I nodded and smiled a little. That sounded so nice. “That sounds good. I don’t think I want to stay in this building today anyway.” What if the Auditors came back, wanting to look at my prosthetics?

Beau bounced excitedly, and we chatted as we waited for Garnet to be done with whatever else he had to do. Once he was done, he stood up. “Hungry? Want some breakfast?” He led us to the parking lot, to the same car they had used yesterday. I could still see the waves in the glass from my fire. “We can get whatever you want. Surely there’s got to be some kinda food here that you’d like.” Garnet bumped a shoulder with me.

My stomach growled loudly, of course. But I had no idea what breakfast looked like here. “Yes, I am. But what’s your favorite place for breakfast?”

“Oh, now you’ve done it,” Beau muttered. I was surprised when he decided to sit in the back. Looked like I was supposed to sit in the passenger seat.

Garnet got into the driver’s seat. “I know this great place, it’s a bodega right before you get downtown. Used to go there all the time when I first moved here. They make all kinds of crazy food.” He closed the console and moved the screen from my seat so I could sit down. “Beau, Jesus, what were you doing in here last? It’s a mess.”

“I was looking for something.”

“Apparently. Here, Chess, you can slide in now. You…you forget your jacket today?” Oh shit. It had fallen off when I had rushed the Auditor and punched him. “Are you warm enough? Want to use mine?” He took off his police jacket, and I eyed it and grimaced. It just…had a symbol of cops, and even if cops were better here, I still hated any symbol relating to them.

“I should be fine. I’m sorry, I just don’t feel comfortable wearing that. I think I lost my jacket in the barracks. But the breakfast place sounds amazing!”

“Ah, yeah, that’s alright. And we can ask Mikki about your jacket later. See if she’s got it. But sure! Let’s go get you something to eat.” I got in, and he headed out. I stared out of the window, enjoying the sights. “So, you got to meet Mikki? What’d you think?”

“She’s nice. She asked permission before doing anything. And she said she’d study her scans more to try and figure out how to help with the fire.”

“I like Mikki,” Beau piped up. “But she can be scary sometimes.”

“That’s because you’re always jumping into trouble and getting yourself busted up, bud.” Garnet chuckled, glancing at him through the rear view mirror. “Mikki’s good, and I’m glad she was able to take a look at it before those I.T. bastards came in and made a mess. If anyone can figure it out, it’d be Mikki.”

I nodded, but that Fucking Auditor had seemed so interested in looking at my prosthetics… “She said they were similar to those here, but there were key differences. And…the Auditor, after I punched him, he wanted to see my prosthetics closer. He told Ives to bring me to him.” My voice got quiet at the end.

Beau and Garnet got quiet too. Garnet looked in the rear view mirror again before he spoke. “Did he?” There was a hint of anger in his voice, and I got a little worried he was mad at me for punching the Auditor. “Well, we’re definitely not letting that happen. If I catch any of them snooping around they’re going to get worse than a broken nose. Good on Ives for getting you out of there.” He took a deep breath and looked over at me. Oh. He wasn’t mad at me? “So don’t you worry about any of them. Today is gonna be about getting good food, learning about the city, and maybe running a few traffic stops -well, I’ll run the traffic stops. I gotta look like I’m doing something. Beau ran them last time, so you two can just take it easy.”

I got choked up, almost started crying again. They were just all so nice. It was so hard to believe that people were so nice on this world. I just stayed quiet and watched out the window until we got to the breakfast place. I stared at the menu, not recognizing anything, but at least there were pictures.

Garnet glanced over at me. “See anything you like?”

I tilted my head. “Maybe bacon and waffles? I’ve never heard of them, but they sound good.”

“Never had.” He trailed off with a laugh. “You’re gonna live it. Want anything, Beautician?” Beau shook his head, and Garnet pulled up and chatted with the cashier and ordered. He even got me a drink. They handed over the food, and Garnet handed me what I ordered. My mouth watered, and my stomach growled loudly again, and I opened the container as Garnet left. I got hit with the smell of the food, and my mouth watered even more.

He glanced at me. “I’m just gonna cruise around for a bit, make sure everyone’s playing nice. But let me know if my driving gets too much or if you rather sit in the back with Beau out of the sun. Don’t want you getting motion sickness.”

Garnet seemed subdued, and Beau was quiet, so I had to make a bad joke to lighten the mood. “I’ve had enough experience that I know I don’t get motion sickness.”

Garnet started to bite into his sandwich, but he stopped. It took him a bit, but he gave a wicked laugh. “Oh, that’s terrible. I shouldn’t laugh at that.” He was still snickering. “That was a good one. I walked right into that one.”

I laughed too, feeling lighter at being able to get Garnet to laugh. I took my first bite of the waffle, after I had put the syrup on top of it like the picture had shown, and I froze, almost starting to cry again. This was such amazing food; every food on this world was amazing. I had never tasted food that was this good. “You guys have access to this food every day and you don’t get it all the time? This is amazing!”

“Yeah, but there’s a buncha different kinds. You kinda learn to rotate them.” Garnet snickered. “Trust me, there’s some bad ones too. Some really weird stuff, like that -Beau, what was that stuff that librarian brought us after career day?”

“The mayonnaise salad on pear halves?” Beau perked up.

“God, yeah. That was bad. But there’s an endless amount of options. The city’s pretty diverse, so it’ll probably take you forever to run out of options.” He pointed out some other food places. “So just say if you see something you want to try.”

I watched the city go by out the car window as I finished up my food. Garnet kept pointing things out and explaining where everything was, and I paid attention as long as I could, but I was full and happy, and I felt safe, so I fell asleep without even realizing it.

#tw blood #writeblr #fire and steel

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Sham || Part II

Tommy Shelby x OC

Part I Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Final Part

Whatever they had before France was over the moment he stepped on that train. Whatever they had after Grace left for New York was consolation. And their marriage was a sham.

Summary: As the days pass, Helen realises that maybe what’s broken cannot be fixed.

Warnings: mentions of death, weapons, angst

A/N: Hi guys, here’s the second chapter! I’ve decided that, instead of writing prequels, I’ll insert some flashbacks in order to explore our Tommy and Helen’s dynamic. I feel like it makes more sense to me!

Gif credit: @thesoldiersminute

Tommy and Helen didn’t even look at each other after their fight. He was never at the breakfast or dinner table, and he had been spending his nights in one of the spare rooms. Probably, he had been sleeping in the bedroom he used to share with Grace, but Helen wasn’t sure about that. What she knew was that he always kept it locked, and she had found it half-open a few times during that week. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

It didn’t matter, anyway. Where he spent the night was his business, not hers, he had made it quite clear.

But Charlie barely saw his father, who left early in the morning and came back when he was already sleeping. He missed him. Helen and Frances were the only people he had some kind of interaction with.

Helen would’ve never denied that she had grown to love that child. He was innocent, a victim of the wars that Tommy kept on starting. He was the one who was truly paying the price for his father’s whims, he had lost his mother before he could even know what death was.

That night, after dinner, she sat on the carpet in the living room next to him, keeping an eye on him as he played with his new toy train and poked around the room.

Charlie looked at the photos on the small table in front of him with curiosity. One of them caught his attention more than the others. In that one, he was probably a year old, sitting on his mother’s lap.

“Where’s mummy?” He suddenly asked her, looking at her with his big eyes.

Her heart clenched at his words as she gently run a hand through his hair. It wasn’t the first time he asked that question, and it surely wouldn’t be the last. “She’s here, Charlie. Even though you can’t see her.”

It was true, to some extent. She was everywhere in that goddamn house. But that wasn’t the point.

“She’s always here. She watches you and she protects you, because she loves you.”

Helen was not religious. She didn’t believe in things like Heaven, Hell or even the soul. She had always thought that they were bullshit, that there was no other life, no second chance. Once you’re gone, you’re gone for good. The aftermath is just something that those who are still alive have to deal with.

But Charlie was a child, he needed to hear that his mum didn’t really leave him.

He kept on playing with his little train, as if the conversation never happened. A part of her was glad about it, she didn’t know what was safe to say to a child in those situations. How could she explain to a three year-old that his mum, which was the only certainty that he had in a world he couldn’t quite understand yet, was not coming home?

“Frances told me you spent time in the garden.” Helen changed the subject, hoping to cheer him up a bit.

Charlie’s eyes lit up as he remembered the nice walk he had taken with his nanny.

“And in the stables.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

He suddenly stopped playing as if he had forgotten something. He took something out from his pocket, reaching out to her.

“For you” he said, holding a bunch of daisies in his tiny hand.

Helen tenderly smiled, taken aback by his gesture. It always surprised her how a child could be so sweet and spontaneous. “Thank you. They’re beautiful. Did Frances help you pick them?”

“Mrs. Shelby-”

Frances interrupted them before Charlie had the chance to answer, walking in the living room. “It’s 9:00pm. I have to put Charlie to bed.”

“Of course.” Helen nodded, picking the child up.

“Mummy!” He exclaimed, pointing towards the photo he was looking at a few minutes before.

“Do you want to bring it with you?”

“Yes, please…”

Helen grabbed the photo, but Frances’ voice stopped her.

“Mrs. Shelby, I don’t think your husband would want to move it from-”

“If Tommy has a problem, he’ll come talk to me.” She abruptly interrupted her.

The maid widened her eyes at the harshness of her tone. Helen’s gaze softened. She was doing her job, after all. She was scared of making her master angry, just like everybody else. “If he says anything about the photograph, tell him that it was me. I’ll take full responsibility.”

******

That night, Helen took a nice, long bath, drank a glass of wine and read some pages of the last book she had bought, trying with her whole being to forget about Tommy and that wreck of a marriage, even if just for a few hours. But the more she tried, the more those thoughts forcefully made their way into her head.

Sitting at the dressing table in the bedroom, she brushed her hair, looking at daisies laying in front of her. In that moment, a long-forgotten memory came to Helen’s mind.

Charlie’s yard, 1908

“Let’s get married.”

Helen looked at the boy sitting next to her against a dirty wall, a hint of fun in her eyes.

“What? Are you drunk?” She laughed. “We’re friends. And we’re too young.”

“Not now. Listen,” he said, with the same expression he had when a new idea - which, according to him, was the best one he’d ever have - crossed his mind. “Let’s make a deal. If when we get to out thirties we’re unmarried and we’re not in love with anyone, we’ll marry each other.”

Helen shook her head. Only God knew what was going through that boy’s mind, he always knew how to leave her speechless.

Tommy lightly elbowed her, determined to prove to her that it was a completely reasonable option. “C’mon, think about it. We’ll have to settle down someday. What’s better than marrying your best friend? I’ll start a business, I’ll work with horses. You’re the only person I know who’s smart enough to help me. It’ll be our business. We’ll become rich and we’ll leave this fucking place.”

Helen thought about that for a bit. It wasn’t a terrible option. It made sense, actually. They knew each other, they trusted each other. It could work. And she wanted to leave Small Heath as well.

Tommy picked a daisy that had grown in a crack in the concrete. “This-” he handed her the flower with a mischievous smirk, “Is a symbol of my commitment.”

She grinned, taking the daisy from his hand. “We have a deal.”

Arrow House, 1925

She had pressed the daisy in her favourite book that same day. It was still there, of that she was sure. All of her books, including that one, were in a box in the garret. She had taken them with her after their marriage, but she didn’t know where to put them.

It was ironic. A house so big, but no place for her things.

The door behind her opened. She saw Tommy’s reflection in the mirror as he walked into the room, but neither of them uttered a word.

He took off his jacket and his tie, neatly placing them on a chair. That domestic moment felt strangely familiar. It was almost like the first month, when they got ready for bed in a comfortable silence.

Almost, because there was nothing comforting in the atmosphere of that room.

And because there was nothing familiar in the man she had married. Their eyes met for an instant and it felt like looking in the eyes of a stranger.

“One of Grace’s photographs is missing.” He suddenly spoke.

“You’re talking to me now? That’s a change.” Helen murmured, placing the brush back on the wooden surface.

He clenched his jaw. He had been there for two minutes and he was already done with her sarcastic tone.

“It’s in Charlie’s bedroom. He wanted it.”

She glanced at him through the mirror. He nodded, not even looking at her. Her gaze followed him as he took a gun out of his holster and put it in her bedside drawer.

Just like he had entered, Tommy left the room without a word.

Helen took a deep breath, getting up from the chair to sit on her side of the bed. She opened the drawer, looking at the gun. She closed it again, without even touching the weapon. He had probably gotten involved in some other “business”, again, risking the life of the ones he had sworn to protect. Again.

She slipped under the covers, turning her back on the door.

******

She didn’t know how much time had passed, probably an hour, when she felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around her. She tried to move away, but Tommy tightened his grip. His warm skin smelled like soap. Much to Helen’s surprise, he wasn’t going to sleep in another bedroom that night, he had just taken a bath. He buried his face in her hair, ravelling in the familiar scent.

His voice, which was barely more than a whisper, broke the silence.

“Did you mean that?”

“Mean what?”

“That you’ll never be happy with me.”

Helen didn’t answer. There was a sort of vulnerability in his question, which was unfamiliar to the both of them.

He closed his eyes, trying his best to keep his composure. He hated it when she didn’t speak. He wanted to fix things, but she was making it so hard.

“I’ve been thinking, during the past week. A lot.” She finally spoke, already feeling the words getting stuck in her throat.

He stayed silent, afraid that the slightest pressure would make her shut down again.

“I want a divorce.”

It was somehow liberating, saying those words. Like breathing in after being underwater for too long.

She felt Tommy’s body stiffen behind her. “What?”

“I want a divorce.” She repeated.

The cold air hit her as he moved away from her, laying on his back. He felt like he was in some kind of dream, one of those nightmares where he was conscious but couldn’t wake up, no matter how hard he tried.

“Let’s talk about this in the morning, eh?” He said, his heart pounding in his chest. “With a clear head.”

But her mind had never been clearer. As much as it hurt her, it was the only way to escape the prison that she had locked herself in with her own hands. She had built it brick after brick over the years, giving up on her freedom in the name of what she thought was love. It was time to bring it all down.

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yay for the open requests! I really reallyyyyyy love your Harry's older sister hc, could u pretty pls do more? like their brief life as a family with lily and james, then to the dursleys and then at war, so on. I agree with the anon that did the request, harry does needed a bigger sister❤️

aH I LOVED THESE REQUESTS

YOU GUYS CAN READ THE HEADCANONS THIS ANON IS TALKING ABOUT HERE

ok so this is L O N G i need to add a keep reading tab

alright so let's talk about harry's older sister

so lily and james did not plan you

they were straight out of hogwarts

just having fun

and suddenly lily is having morning sickness and james running into a store to buy a pregnancy test (or whatever the wizard equivalent would be 😗)

james would be so nervous the weeks leading up to your birth

he already knows that you aren't even here yet and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you

and when you are born

he swears he'd never love anything as much as he loves you

his little girl

this sweet little lump of baby fat that was born with eyes just like his

he'd put his glasses on your little baby face, and he could laugh for hours at the way they just barely sat on your little nose (a miniature version of his)

your chubby little baby hands are his favorite

when you'd plan your hands on his face or wrap your hand around his finger he'd melt

Lily would joke all the time about how she carried the baby yet James is constantly hogging her

I think james would have some serious separation anxiety

Lily would also have trouble leaving you to go do something but she knew that you getting to see other people would be good

james is NOT a fan

and you were a big daddy's girl

"it's going to be alright, darling, uncle Padfoot and uncle Moony will take care of you."

and you'd respond with sad baby talk, something along the lines of 'daddy' and 'wanna stay with you' and you'd get all teary eyed

it's a whole dramatic scene

youre crying

james is about to cry

Sirius is quite literally trying to sob silently into his hand because you just look so sAD

and remus and lily are just

😐

because you guys do this eVERY TIME

there was one time james got back into the car with lily after dropping you off and he was unusually quiet until he kinda just whispered out

"It just feels like i'll never have enough time with her, like one day i'll wake up and suddenly she's not mine anymore."

his tone gave Lily the worst chills, his tone and the fact that she felt the same though never voiced it

honestly

i don't think harry was planned either

he kinda just happened

and they were like

you know what, yes.

so you were two when harry was born

and you LOVED your baby brother

he was so small

so cute

and he had your mum's green eyes

from the get go you were very protective of your little brother

james thought it was the cutest thing

ok ive been avoiding it

but we need to talk about October 31 1981

you were upstairs with our mum and harry

james was downstairs cleaning up from dinner

that was when there was a knock on the door

assuming it was peter, uncle wormtail, james was quick to go open the door

grabbing his wand for protection was the last thing on his mind

the thud of his body was loud

he was killed before he could even open his mouth to warn Lily

the door to Harry's nursery flew open and it all happened so fast

there was screaming

bargaining

a sudden flash fo green before Voldemort turned to harry

his cold, pale hand pushed you out of his way

the prophecy had said nothing about you, so he didn't care for what happened to you he just needed to kill harry

which obviously backfired

half the house was blown up

he was gone

harry was crying

and you just wanted your dad

you found your way downstairs, just barely making it down the steps

lily and james had never let you go up or down the steps on your own

only to come face to face with your dad just lying on the ground motionless

his eyes were still open

now i want you guys to think of the lion king

you know the scene where simba finds mufasa's dead body and just lays with it because he doesn't know where else to go

you just wanted any kind of comfort you could find

so with tear streaks going down your face you slayed next to your dad, getting as close as you could, hoping he'd just wake up

sirius is the one who finds you, asleep next to james' body

it was rather rough for sirius

and he could hear harry crying somewhere upstairs

you wake up to uncle padfoot trying to keep in his tears as he takes in the scene before him

you're just glad to see a familiar face

you run over to him, tears freshly falling as you wail about how daddy and mommy won't wake up

you also gently pull james' glasses off his face and keeping them in your small hand

keeping them safe for him later

you knew he didn't like to sleep with his glasses on

eventually hagrid shows up

you guys know the story

but i will say

it takes a lot for you to leave uncle pads and go with this big strange man

youre basically heaving as you beg to stay with sirius

and forcing you off his hip and onto the bike with hagrid was the worst thing he's ever had to do

even for a two year old, youre eyes held such a strong emotion of betrayal

sirius would never forget it

the dursley's were not fond of you and harry

you had james temper and stubbornness

harry was just a 6 month old baby

doing 6 month old baby things

for the first month you'd ask for james, lily, uncle moony, uncle padfoot, even uncle wormtail on a daily basis

until one day petunia just snapped

you had asked about sirius, or as you called him uncle padfoot, and petunia lost it

she started to shout, her hand coming out to strike your cheek as she told you that no one was coming

not now

not ever

you never asked after that

over time you forgot about sirius and remus and peter

you forgot about the song your dad would sing every saturday morning when making breakfast

or the way your mom would hum when she brushed your hair

all lily and james had become were familiar scents and the same pair of eyes you'd see in your dreams (though for a long time you just assumed they were your eyes, they looked enough like yours)

and you grew up always feeling like you were on the wrong side of a billowing curtain

you and harry grew up only having each other

you were very protective of him

and dudley hated it

because you had James art for pranks

and his art for rarely getting caught

unfortunately for you petunia and vernon didn't need evidence to incriminate you

you were often on the receiving end of disciplinary swats and missed meals

and you'd often take harry's punishments for him

you and harry were also forced to share a room

or cupboard

you let him decorate it with all his things (he didn't have many)

and you guys shared a bed up until you got your hogwarts letter

which that was kept very quiet

you got the letter

and petunia and vernon were just glad to be able to send you and your pranks away

you weren't allowed to tell harry

but you did anyway

secretly

you didn't tell him all the details but you told him that you were going to a school far away and you'd be back whenever aunt petunia let you back

going to school was interesting

you didn't know anyone

bUT HAGRID WAS ALSO THERE TO HELP YOU AND BUY YOU YOURE STUFF AND HE BOUGHT YOU YOUR FIRST WAND

you still have james' glasses

you put them on when youre nervous

so youre sitting in the train

first day

you don't know anyone

big round glasses sitting on your nose as you look out the window barely able to see what's going on

james was as blind as a bat

on the train you spend your time reading your new books

absorbing all the material

you were not going to just walk into this new school of mAGIC not knowing aNYTHING

by the time you got there you were at leas base level with most subjects

some were easier to catch onto than others

as long as you didn't let the logical side of your brain do too much work

within the first week you'd find out about your parents

curtesy of older gryffindor kids who knew your last name and were just amazed by the story

oH ALSO YOURE IN GRYFFINDOR

AND WHEN MCGONAGALL READS YOUR NAME SHE GASPS TO HERSELF

BECAUSE

Y/N POTTER

she remembers when james had written to her with the news of Lily's pregnancy with you

and how he was nervous you'd come out just like him and he wouldn't be able to handle you as well as she had, he was asking her for advice

and when you walked up to sit on the chair she nearly dropped her scroll of parchment and pulled you into a hug

you looked just like him

dark hair

pale skin

same eyes and eye shape

and same habit of picking at the skin around your thumb nail when nervous

the hat announcing you were a gryffindor was very overwhelming for her

then she realizes you

are e x a c t l y

like james

and merlin is she tiRED OF THIS SHIT

ok so at this point i am going to direct you to the other headcanon (linked above) if you want a more fred x reader approach

continue here if not

so youre on the quidditch team

and youre a natural

let me tell you

you just have the innate ability

much like james

and at first they had you as a seeker

and you were good

but you excelled as a chaser

i also firmly believed that there was a practice broom that james had carved his name into

or maybe just a ‘J.P.’

that was the broom you'd practice on

even use for games before you got your own broom

ok so

let’s talk your relationship with harry

you made sure you were the one to tell him what happened to your parents

as i said it was your first year when you fond out about what happened

the gryffindor student had told you what they knew

and you went to professor mcgonagall pretty distraught

you were near tears as you practically begged her to just tell you what happened, you wanted the truth

because all your life your aunt and uncle had told you that your parents had been killed in a car accident

needless to say

you didn't want harry to find out that way

but you also knew he was noticing the stares

the whispers

so you told him on the first night

he had already been put into gryffindor and was getting ready for bed when you are up to his dorm

bECAUSE IT’S CANON THAT GIRLS CAN GO UP INTO THE BOYS DORMS AND BOYS CANT GO UP INTO THE GIRLS DORMS AND I WILL CITE THE PARAGRAPH IF ANYONE NEEDS

and you kinda push out ron, neville, and dean

but yeah thats how he finds out all the details and such

ok so you and harry are sUPER CLOSE

and you are very

v e r y

protective of harry

you'd do anything for the kid

wHEN YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THE WHOLE SORCERER’S STONE FIASCO

YOU ARE LIVID

because harry is your baby brother and you love him so much and don't like seeing him hurt 🥺

as harry grows older he gets a bit more

embarrassed

about having you protective over him

and im pretty sure i mentioned this in the last headcanon post

but yeah he’d be like 14 and you'd be 17 and he'd just

“stOP this is so emBARRASSING”

what a little dweeb

ok leTS TALK ABOUT SIRIUS

BECAUSE YOU AND SIRIUS WERE CLOSE WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER

HE WAS UNCLE PADFOOT

YOU LOVED HIM

until your fifth year (harry’ third) when you were told he betrayed your parents and got them killed

youre in the whomping willow when with harry, hermione, and ron

its a lot for both of you

because sirius is seeing his goddaughter who looks just like james, and his the same fire in her eyes as his bestrfriend

his b r o t h e r

and youre seeing the man who was responsible for your parents murder

again

it was A LOT

i have a feeling you, JAMES POTTERS DAUGHTER, would just lunge at him

and youre crying

trying to hit him

hurt him like he hurt you

just anything to bring pain upon this man

and sirius is having flashbacks of when you had ran to him from next to james’ lifeless body

and how different everything had been just days prior to October 31 1981

upon finding out the truth

scammers is now wormtail

peter ‘little bitch ass’ pettigrew

you and harry are immediately forming this connection

this sort of dependency on sirius

within a few minutes

because he is the only living connection you have to your dad

apart from yourselves of course

but eh was the only reminder that james potter was a real man

and lily potter did exist

and there was a time where your family was complete

it never crossed your mind that any more misfortune could strike

not now

not when you finally got back your uncle pads

and then you guys walk into the moonlight, the full moon light

everything flips instantly

you guys are back to square one

i like to think you have a very big part in getting sirius free

so you guys know what happen in between prisoner of azkaban and order of the phoenix

and this headcanon is already getting very long and we haven't even gotten to the wAR YET

so we are doing a little time jump

order of the phoenix

your last year

you are living with sirius in grimmauld place

petunia and vernon kicked you out once you turned 17 after finding out that was the legal age in the wizarding world

you and sirius are close

super close

i mean he is like a father figure to you

he is uncle pads again

oOO AND OK

AFTER FINDING OUT HIS DAD AND HIS BROS 😤

WERE ALL UNREGISTERED ANIMAGI

OBVIOUSLY YOU WANTED TO BE ONE TOO

youre a gazelle

it just makes sense

father figure sirius is not happy when he finds out

uncle pads, however, couldn't be happier

its finally starting to feel like a family again

you and harry have sirius

aLSO REMUS

icon

anyway

everything is falling into place

you and harry are filling the james sized hole in Sirius’ heart (not completely but it’s better)

and he is doing the same for you two

you and harry love your uncle pads

then the battle in the department of mysteries happens

youre there

you see it

you watch as bellatrix hits sirius with a curse

youre not sure which

nothing too serious you hope, and seeing that he’s still standing he should be fine

but then he stumbles

she's stunned him perhaps

and he makes eye contact with you

there was a look so final, so sad

yet so relieved in his eyes as you watched him fall through the veil

remus grabbed harry

tonks held you

if she hadn’t been you knew you would've thrown yourself into the veil after him

its a whirlwind from then on let me tell you

so we know what happens

all that fun stuff

the war hits

harry, hermione, and ron leave

youre left with the weasley’s

it’s hard being away from harry

not knowing if he was ok

if he was even alive

you guys finally reunite at shell cottage

bill calls you the second he sees harry, hermione, ron, and dobby apparate in front of his house

you were quick to pull harry into a bone crushing hug

keen on never letting go

because after all he is still (and always will be) your baby brother

you guys are all at the battle of hogwarts

oK WAIT

YOU REFUSE TO LET HARRY WALK TO HIS DEATH ALONE

ALSO YOUVE FIGURED WHAT HE PLANS ON DOING BUT NEITHER OF YOU HAVE SAID ANYTHING

NOT WANTING TO ACCEPT THAT THIS COULD BE THE LAST TIME YOU GUYS SEE EACH OTHER

AND THE RESURRECTION STONE COMES OUT

BOTH YOU AND HARRY ARE HOLDING ONTO IT

AND SUDDENLY

SIRIUS

REMUS

THERE ALL THERE

EVEN A WOMAN WITH RED HAIR

AND A MAN WHO LOOKS PAINFULLY FAMILIAR

ok so hear me out

i think harry enjoyed looking at pictures of james and lily

but you didnt

you didnt want to see everything that was taken from you

so you weren’t super aware of what your dad actually looked like seeing as you avoided pictures of him and your mom like the plague

but you just knew

and james was standing there

beaming

and he just looked so proud of you and harry

so did lily

she was the first one to say something

“Your father and I are so proud of the both of you”

and you just broke down

james right there with you

he watched as you sobbed, choking on your cries

and he couldn’t do anything about it

he couldn’t hold you or comfort you

he couldn’t be a dad

and it broke him

as much as it could break a dead man

“you’ve grown so beautiful, darling” he'd smile sadly

his voice seemed to bring back all of your memories once lost

“have you always been here, with us?”

“always.”

“typical, your father shows up and everyone forgets about uncle padfoot”

both you and harry laugh at that

but the mood was somber

harry then speaks up

“does it hurt?”

it was the first time either of you had confirmed that you both knew what was going to happen

“dying? not at all, quicker than falling asleep.”

“will you stay with me?”

“until the very end.

james is the one who answers, looking teary eyes at his son

and you know you cant go any further

harry has to do this alone

its quite symbolic actually

the one time you'd let go of the reigns

removed the protective arms you had around your baby brother

he’d die

but you had to do it

so everything goes as planned

harry dies

comes back

we love a resurrecting king

and the war ends

when you got back home from the war

let’s say you are still living at grimmauld place seeing as it was left to you

the first thing you do is go through old photos with harry

any and everything you can get your hands on

you see your mother’s sparkling green eyes

the same eyes your brother had

and your father’s unruly mop of curls

the same wave pattern in your dark hair

everything finally felt right

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hobisstar · 2 years

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no more running | dark!bruce wayne x reader

Summary: Y/N was tired of being trapped in the Wayne Manor, Bruce says its for her safety. Was he protecting her or just keeping her to himself?

Warning: Mention of murder, harmful doing, possessiveness, obsession, Evil Bruce Wayne, and Melatonin pills.

A/N: Okay, basically im an DC and Marvel fan also! Ive been reading Batman/Bruce Wayne fics for the past 2 days now and decided to make one. I watched The Batman movie last night and I LITERALLY BECAME MORE IN LOVE. I know Batman is more so like a natural hero so hes like A hero but does villain like things. So i thought what if he was just like Dark all around MORE than usually? This is my first one so thoughts from you guys will be highly needed. Its a one shot so its gonna be a little short! Enjoy!

“Y/N!” Bruce yelled following her through the Wayne Manor. “Look at me when im talking to you!”

“No! Because im sick and tired of you acting like you control me Bruce Wayne, when you in fact do not. What exactly are protecting me of when you are the most Dangerous man in the room right now!” She walked into their shared bedroom or so.

They’ve been bumping heads recently, a lot to to be honest.

He hasn’t been the nicest and to be honest he doesn’t regret it.

The crime rate in Gotham had gotten higher and even the day light was dangerous to be out in.

But last week, something changed in Bruce. Maybe it was the intruders he killed with his bare hands and had Alfred dispose of the bodies.

It was for her protection, they deserved the beating.

“You killed those intruders Bruce... You promised me you’d never kill, ever. To me being out in the city is safer than being in a shared room with someone who’s not even a hero but the same as those people out there.”

Bruce knew his temper, and oh was it rising as the more she badmouths him and compared him to those people.

“I was protecting you. You are fragile and can get hurt. I'm not letting you get hurt because of who I am or what I've done outside the manor. Yes, I've killed two men that dared step into our home. How was I supposed to know that they were just after me? They could’ve spotted you and harmed you.” He stepped closer to Y/N grabbing the so called 'bag' she was trying to pack.

“I told you if something were the happen outside you aren’t allowed to leave the manor. I meant that with every inch of light I have left. “

“You can’t keep me in here Bruce-“

“No I can. And I will. Its not safe out there. Hate me. Dislike me. Want me dead. Do whatever you please but you aren’t leaving this home.”

Y/N huffed and walked out the room.

“Ill get out one way or another.” She thought in her head.

5 hours later

It was about 9pm. Bruce- I'm sorry The Bat was out around this time and for sure wouldn’t be back till 4 am.

“Ms. Y/N are you sure we should be breaking Bruce’s orders like this? What such a hassle to just get outside.” said one of the maids.

Since the morning after the argument ,Y/N has been plotting in her head a few escape routes.

Of course the main ones or either locked or emergency usable only.

She huffed and grabbed the backpack. “Yeah well, I really have other business to attend to outside of this Manor. If Bruce comes back tell him, I'm in bed. He usually won't bother if I'm sleeping. I should be back at 3 am. Call me if he calls Alfred saying Hes on his way back. I'll use the front door to get in. See Ya” Y/N said and ran to the bat cave using the only exit she knew would be open.

She was leaving because her mother called her and said that it was urgent. Her father had been mugged and wasn’t doing the best and she needed to see him if the time was to come if he was laid to rest.

Dealing with Bruce was enough in her plate, but shed do anything to see her family for the last time.

She took his bike and speed off…

At Y/Ns parents house

“Oh my! Y/N dear i thought you said Bruce had the place on lock down?” Her mother said raising her eyebrows.

“He does but I told one of the maids to call me if he gets home before I do. Im willing to risk anything to see my family ma.” Y/N half smiled and looked around.

“Where’s dad?”

“Back here honey!” She heard her dad shout.

“Turns out he just had some bruises and sprained his ankle. Hes fine but because of his old age, it was worst than that.” Mother said.

“Gosh ive been away so long I forgot you are a doctor.” She chuckled and walked to the room.

“Papa!” Y/N said and ran to him.

“Wow you’ve grown my girl. I can’t believe you are even here right now. This city is a mess and I know Bruce would never let you out with the way the crime rate has sprung up.” He chuckled then looked at her.

“He doesn’t know im here… I promise I’ll be back-“

“You need to get going my girl! You know the city shuts down at 12 am now! There is no reason for him to be out so late.”

“WHAT?!-“

As if it was a que Y/Ns phone rung in pocket.

She picked it up with no hesitation. “yes?”

“Y/N! Mr. Wayne is 20 minutes away! Please hurry back!”

At the Wayne Manor

…

“She’s not home yet!”

“OH MY GOSH”

“We need to make it look like she was here for hours!”

“What if he notices that she wasn’t here?”

“Cave has been opened..”

After are the commotion it settled down when that alert went off.

Was it Y/N?

Was it Bruce?

They were scared shitless. Scared that all hell would break when he gets up here and there is no y/n.

The handle turned and the door opened.

They all released a sigh of relief.

“I made it back in time!” Y/N smiled a little out of breathe.

“Oh gosh Ms. Y/N you had us all covered in fear. Hurry along now he should he arriving shortly.”

She nodded and ran up the stairs to their shared room.

She sighed happily as she sat on the bed. Being out was funny for the little time she could be out.

Seeing her dad being healthy and her mother also doing the same made her so happy.

“Maybe I should start sneaking out more often.” She said out loud since she thought she was alone.

“No. Because I could’ve sworn I made clear instructions that you stay in the Manor.” Bruce said from the chair in the darkness that filled the room.

She jumped up and turned on the lamp looking at him. “W-When did you get home?”

“Y/N I never left. Because I knew you would try to leave so i planned to stay in tonight and watch over you. Alfred told me what you had said to the maids.” He stood up going to sit on the bed.

“Bruce i just wanted to see my mom and dad-“

“Does it matter?! You could’ve gotten hurt!” He yelled looking at her with pure darkness in his eyes.

She jumped back from his booming voice, slightly cowering away but stood her ground.

“But I wasn’t! I told you you dont own me! If I want to leave I should damn well be able to leave!”

He slightly chuckled and that smile soon went away with it. He stood up and just walked out not saying anything.

She signed and fell to her knees surprised she even said everything without once stuttering.

“I need a bath officially” she said and went I the bathroom and closed the door.

In the kitchen

(Warning ⚠️: this part is were the Melatonin will be used. It will be taken with tea for a better nights sleep. You may continue reading at you’re own risk:).)

“You are being to harsh on her Bruce.” Alfred said.

Bruce sighed. “Im not. She got hurt once while being out and I never forgave myself for it.”

“That was 2 years go, Sir. She’s more matured. You trained her to fight and protect herself, yet you have her locked away like she’s Rapunzel.”

“That doesnt matter! She needs to be in the manor Alfred. I rather she be locked up here in safety then locked up some where I CANT find.”

Alfred sighed. “Whatever you say. Here’s the madams tea and melatonin as usually.”

“Thanks.”

Bruce grabbed the tea and pill and walked up stairs to their shared bed room. Usually around this time shed Be in the bathroom getting ready for bed so he went with his gut and opened the bathroom door.

She was relaxing in the tub and sat on the side of it watching her not saying a word.

Gosh, how he just wanted to protect her. So what if he was being protective or possessive I mean he wanted the best for her.

Staying in the house was only for now when the curfew on the city was just on.

“Im telling Alfred to put the manor on lockdown. The maids will be going home tonight.” He said still looking at her no emotion in his eyes.

She looked up at him. “You-You can’t do that!”

He put the tea on the counter with the pills.

“You are not to leave the manor until the curfew on the city is lifted. You will stay in the manor every day and every night. You got hurt once because of me. And that was my fault. I love you to much to see you get hurt again because of my lack of protection. This is most I can do to protect you and Alfred. You two are my World and im not loosing either of you. I will never allow it.” He stood up and walked out.

Maybe one day, She will see that his protection is all he can bring. He loves her and will never let her get hurt EVER AGAIN.

Bruce went down the his cave and just started writing away about a few things for the city but it soon turned Into

Never let her out Never let her out Never let her out

Never let her out Never let her out

Never

Let

Her

Out

Has he perhaps gone mad?

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tarosin · 3 years

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the great adventures of y/n tommy jack and tubbo

requested: yes/no

an: part 4 of the great adventures series

pairing: platonic y/n/tommy/jack/tubbo

warning: cursing

It was the afternoon before your new adventure with your friends. you had no idea what to expect, however everyone else knew even ranboo, and he wasn’t even joining you all. you would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, especially after hearing some of tommys plans for future uploads. tubbo had been trying to drop hints about what was going to happen. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was excited or nervous, either way you could tell it was going to be a once in a lifetime opportunity and boy were you excited. the sound of knocking pulled you from your thoughts.

“hi y/n! sorry for the unexpected visit, i tried to call you but it wouldn’t go through.”

“oh god sorry, tubbo, my phones on charge upstairs, ive just finished babysitting my friends twitch chat.”

“that’s okay, tommy wanted me to see if you want to stay the night as i can take you with me now. he said something about it saving time tomorrow as jack won’t have to go as far and we can get there earlier, i honestly just think he’s slightly nervous and wants to spend time with someone.”

“i’ve not prepared a bag or anything as i was just planning on grabbing everything i needed in the morning, but i’m down to go with you. i’ll pack a bag real quick, make yourself feel at home. you can stay down here or come upstairs with me.”

tubbo followed you upstairs, and helped you pick which outfits would be the best to wear for the trip. around 10 minutes later you finished packing your bag and turned around to see a very pale tubbo, dropping your bag to the floor you pulled a chair up to your bed sitting opposite him.

“you feeling okay tubs?”

“just nerves, I'll be alright, are you ready to go?”

“ready if you are!”

the journey to tommys was relatively quick, you spent it talking about group plans for when ranboo comes to the uk.

tubbo: almost here!

tommy: yes! want to stream for a bit later, just something small could do laugh and the stream ends. i’ll go talk to my mum now!

•••

tubbo: please open the door

tommy: on it

the pair of you stood at the door waiting for tommy to unlock it

“TUBBO! Y/N I'M GLAD YOU COULD BOTH MAKE IT!”

not too long later, you and tubbo had put everything away and sat with tommy planning out a small stream.

“so i was talking with my parents and we can do an outside stream, and set fire to marshmallows!”

“as much as i love fire tommy i don’t think your parents will appreciate arson in the garden.”

“it’ll be fine now grab a jacket, we need to go walk to the shop.”

the three of you set off determined to get to the shop and back before it got dark, tommy and tubbo walked on either side of you as they want you to feel safe. thankfully the shop was only around the corner so you were all only out for about 20 minutes maximum, you probably could have made it back earlier but you stopped every time you saw a pretty rock.

“y/n come on we still need to stream!”

“did you tweet that you were streaming?”

“no he didn’t.”

“then come and look at this pretty rock!”

tommy and tubbo couldn’t help but laugh at how many rocks you managed to pick up.

•••

“guys i think i’d rather just spend time with you all rather than stream.”

“that’s fine, tommy!!”

the three of you sat around the fire updating one another about plans and opportunitie, coming. the conversation swiftly came to an end when tommy had set fire to a stick claiming it was to make the fire grow. you laughed as you heard his mum yelling at him to stop trying to set you and tubbo on fire.

“sorry about that everyone, but look the fire is big again.”

it got colder as the sun went down, so the three of you sat with a blanket draped over you all. his mum offered to take photos for you and you happily accepted, the pictures looked amazing and you posted it to instagram with the caption ‘i am cold and no one is telling me what’s happening tomorrow.’

it was around 11pm when the three of you agreed it was time to go back inside and sleep.

•••

you and tubbo stayed downstairs and tommy stayed in his room. the sound of tubbos alarm woke the pair of you up.

“turn that fucking thing off!”

“this is the fourth time it’s gone off and you’re still not up?”

“that’s because i’m tired.”

“please get ready jack will be here soon enough.”

realisation finally hit today was the day you were finally about to find out what this once in a lifetime opportunity was. tubbo advised you to wear sensible clothing and not wear the zodiac necklace you always wore, so you decided to wear the hoodie ranboo sent you a week ago and leggings.

“y/n you might wanna tie your hair up.”

“tubbo are you sure you’re feeling okay? you genuinely look ill."

“i’m fine.”

jack: right i’m outside so whenever you’re ready

lani: we’re making our own way later on as the hotel we stayed at is closer

y/n: will someone tell me what we’re doing

ranboo: no

y/n: you’re not even joining us how did you get in the gc

ranboo: magic

y/n: fuck off give me a clue

ranboo: i’ve said it since you dyed your hair neon f/c you’d be able to see from way up in the sky

y/n: what the actual hell is that supposed to mean

•••

soon enough you met up with everyone else and lani started recording.

“we’re skydiving, you ready tubbo?”

“WERE DOING WHAT? HOLY SHIT!”

you honestly couldn’t wait to do this. it was something you had wanted to do for a while, tubbo on the other hand clearly didn’t agree, which was evident through his whining.

you stood with tommy laughing as tubbo sat alone questioning why he agreed to this.

“look at him.”

“he’s is not happy.”

you sat next to jack and tubbo watching the video demonstrating what you will all be doing soon. you let out a nervous laugh, as although you were excited, you couldn’t help but be a bit nervous.

“you could fall into the engine and get chopped up.”

“tommy stop scaring tubbo!”

“what if the parachute doesn’t work?”

“free fall to your death.”

“y/n you’re not helping!”

you stood recording tubbo laying on the floor once again whining.

“tubbo there are so many people behind you!”

“i’m sure the parachute won’t fail tubbo, but if it does it was lovely knowing you!”

“uuuuuuugh!”

“i fully agree bo.”

soon enough you tommy and jack joined tubbo on the floor.

“look at the clouds.”

“we’re going to be in them soon.”

“hell yeah!”

“ughhhh!”

you tried not to laugh trying to calm tubbo down a bit before you all jumped out a plane, which worked until you left him alone with tommy whilst you spoke to jack for a while.

“to be fair that looks quite fun.”

“and dangerous!”

“STOP!”

“well sounds like tubbos thrilled to be here.”

the four of you sat on a bench talking about what’s going to happen, and laughing at tubbos nerves trying to make light of the situation.

“look it’ll be fun, tubbo, provided we don’t die there’s a chance we’ll be in more vlogs.. okay so ignore the black cloud of smoke!”

“that’s not a good omen.”

“shut up!”

you wrapped an arm around tubbo trying to make him feel comfortable and reassure him it’ll be fine, only to be interrupted by jack and tommy bickering about eating before jumping from the plane.

•••

the four of you went to the briefing, at this point you were struggling to contain your excitement, and couldn’t help but laugh out of pure joy.

“no, they are listening, they're just excited.”

after doing training for the jump, you stood with tommy whilst someone questioned him about how he got 9 million subs.

“I just went around being incredibly cool.. doing minecraft.”

you and jack burst out laughing whilst tommy went on to make jokes about how much money he was earning.

•••

it was now almost time to jump out a plane. it was around now nerves were kicking in, so you all went around messing about till you were told it’s time to make your way to get ready.

“let’s go gamers!”

•••

“are you a skydiver enjoyer?”

“i am.”

“well that’s always good... please, don’t let me die!”

“y/n are you scared?”

“no, my ranboo merch will protect me, but if i die can we blame tommy for coming up with this?”

“ranboos not going to believe that you’re wearing the jumper he sent you to jump out a plane.”

a few minutes later you over heard a worker say they’re nervous causing you to tilt your head and blink again, trying to process what was said.

“heh???”

it was now time for the four of you to put the equipment on, so you were ready to jump. jack started talking a lot more than usual at a quicker pace due to the fact he was getting nervous. tommy pointed it out and jack trying to argue he wasn’t made you laugh.

“y/n keeps making a lot of jokes about my parachute being shit.”

“sorry manifold should be fine...more than likely...hopefully. only time will tell really.”

“how you doing buddy?”

“i’m feeling okay. i feel my insides doing inside bits.”

“wonderful!”

you were now all waiting to go as a worker jokes about forgetting something.

“y/n you’re going with him!”

“okay, but why?”

“well you said your ranboo merch will protect you..”

someone went by going rather fast causing you to stare in awe.

“we don’t go that fast, do we?”

“no not unless something goes terribly wrong.”

you all stood there laughing.

“stoppppp!”

“y/n, i’m now thinking you should go with them instead!”

“are you trying to kill me off jack?”

•••

you all set off towards the plane, a mixture of excitement and nerves began kicking in.

“tubbos on a lead.”

“oh i’m really nervous jack.”

“look at y/n!”

lani began to record you, who was now way ahead of the others, so you stopped and waved at lani.

“BYE LANI! HOPEFULLY ILL SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE!”

the others caught up and everyone had their equipment checked again.

“oh dear.. should be fine.”

“i’m alright, don’t worry my ranboo merch will protect us!” you got on first and that when you realised they set you up, so you jumped last as you were more confident and tubbo was jumping first so he could get it out the way.

you all sat on the plane and waved at the camera.

“hi there!”

“hello!”

“hi!”

“please don’t let us die!”

“we’re really jumping out a plane with a dream stan.”

“this is the highest we’ve ever been.”

“gamers in a plane whatever will they do...hopefully not die!”

“Y/N!”

“sorry tubbo!”

you were currently at 2,000 feet and sat looking out the window waiting to reach 14,000 feet. jack turned to you and tommy, “i can’t believe you’re jumping out the plane in philza merch and y/ns jumping out in ranboo merch.”

“if i die at least ill look great doing it.”

12,000 feet later it was now tubbos turn to jump, he looked back at you all.

“YOU GOT THIS TUBBO!!”

you watched as tubbo went.

“GOOD LUCK TOMMY!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN GOOD LUCK? Y/N?”

“BYEEEEE!”

you laughed as tommy went.

“see you later jack!”

you gave jack a high-five and watched as he went.

“holy shit they actually did it!”

“are you ready, y/n?”

“hell yeah, let’s do this!”

you laughed as you jumped, you couldn’t believe you actually got to jump out of a plane, you waved at camera.

lani met the others as they landed and began telling them about it.

“wait where’s y/n?”

“there they are!”

“Y/N!”

the others ran up to you as you landed.

“i’m glad you didn’t die!”

“thanks jack!”

•••

“would you all do it again?”

“yeah.”

“no.”

“maybe, i’m not sure.”

“i reckon so.”

not too long later, you were all given certificates to celebrate the fact you had jumped out a plane.

“yay it made nearly dying worth it!”

“you’re so dramatic!”

•••

you thought the day was over and that you were going home, little did you know that wasn’t the case.

“were not done for the day.”

“what?”

“heh?”

“you’re tilting your head again.”

“i know it’s because i’m confused!”

“anyway, what do you mean we’re not done?”

“you know george, he’s arrived!”

“gogy!”

“GOGY!”

“can i have a nap in the car please? i’m so exhausted."

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alcinadimitrescuwu · 3 years

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This Woman's Work Part IX (Alcina x Female Reader Fanfic)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII

“You’re almost there, Maman. You’re doing great. Just a couple more steps.”

You take a deep breath in through your nose and blow it out through your mouth and push forward at your daughter’s coaxing, your arms gripping the railing that had been set up in your bedroom. The wound in your side is in agony but you take another step, biting the inside of your cheek hard to keep from crying out in pain.

It has been three weeks since that horrible night. You had already lost a lot of blood by the time Karl and Alcina arrived at Donna’s place. In an incredible stroke of luck, Donna had surgical thread in her sewing kit and at Salvatore’s instructions (he was having one of his good days) sewed up the place where Alcina’s claws had torn through. You were in and out of consciousness, but every time you opened your eyes Alcina was there by your side holding your hand.

Alcina is sitting nearby in her chair now, gently burping Ecaterina after her feeding. She looks up at you and you see concern in her golden eyes and another emotion that has been a mainstay for the past couple weeks: guilt.

Things had been...awkward between the two of you since that night. No matter how many times you assured her that all was well and you had forgiven her, she refused to forgive herself. You had only been intimate one time since that night and it ended quickly after Alcina had forgotten about the wound in your side as she cupped your hip and you couldn’t hold back the scream of pain that came out of your mouth. Alcina had immediately gotten out of the bed and as far away from you as she could, as if afraid touching you would cause any more damage.

She had sunk into the chair and began sobbing brokenly. You had wished to go to her, but your Bath chair was already on the other side of the room. You braced yourself against one of the bedposts as you said gently, “Darling, it was an accident. The pain’s already subsiding. Please come back to bed.”

Alcina covered her face with her hands, but you could see the tears rolling down her cheeks. “I can’t even make love to my wife without causing her pain. What kind of wife does that make me?” The raw self-hatred in her voice broke your heart.

From that point on whenever you had settled down for the night, Alcina kissed your forehead and turned out the light and that was the end of it. She kept to her own side of the bed and you greatly missed the feeling of her muscular arms about you with your shoulder tucked under her chin, her curls kissing your cheekbones.You had the sense that if you tried to move closer she would move away so you didn’t even try.

You try to take another step and suddenly the room spins around you and you fall forward. Daniela, however, quickly grabs your arm and puts her arm around your shoulder before you hit the ground.

“I think that should be enough for today, Maman,” Bela says soothingly.

You set your jaw. You only have three more steps to go before you clear the railing. “No, girls, I can keep going.” But your ragged breathing and forehead shining with sweat give you away. You push your tongue to the inside of your cheek and taste coppery blood from where you had bitten into it.

Cassandra rolls your Bath chair over to you. “Maman, you don’t need to push yourself so hard. You’re not gonna be of any use to Ecaterina if you run yourself ragged.”

You smile at Cassandra’s brutal honesty as she helps you into your Bath chair. “You’re right, dearest.”

Alcina stands up, having finished burping Ecaterina. She looks affectionately over at her daughters taking care of you and you see one of the first genuine smiles from her that you’ve seen in weeks. “You’ve been so good to Maman these past few weeks, dears. She and I really appreciate all the help you’ve given to us and Ecaterina.” She rests the hand not holding Ecaterina on the back of your chair and you take her hand in yours, kissing her knuckles. Surprisingly, she doesn’t pull away this time. “It’s time for us to put Ecaterina down for her nap and for me to change Maman’s bandages. If you’ll excuse us, loves.”

The girls nod in agreement and vanish into their bug shrouds. Alcina turns around and settles Ecaterina into her cradle. Ecaterina gurgles, her eyes mirroring the gold in Alcina’s. Alcina gives her a tender kiss on the forehead before turning to you. She motions for you to stand up and you obey as she kneels down to your level and helps you take off your day dress. Standing there in your slip with her hands on you reminds you of how long it has been since you have last felt her touch.

Alcina lifts up your slip ever so lightly and peels off the gauze bandage wrapped around your waist. Alcina sets her jaw as she uncovers the gashes she herself had inflicted on you. She takes off her gloves, dips the pad of her thumb in a jar of salve and applies it to your wounds. There is an unreadable expression on her face.

You try to give her an encouraging smile. “I talked to Sal the other day,” you posit. “He says that even though the wound is deep,if I don’t expose it to too much sunlight it won’t leave a scar!”

“Not a physical one at least,” Alcina mutters.

Ok. You’ve had enough. You turn her head to face you. “Darling, we’ve been over this,” you say, rubbing her cheekbone with the pad of your thumb. “Are you going to keep punishing yourself forever?”

Almost despite herself, Alcina leans into your touch and interlaces her large fingers with yours. “I can’t imagine how much physical pain you must be in, my love,” Alcina whispers. “And all by my hand.” Tears begin forming in Alcina’s aureate eyes. “I nearly killed you.”

“You didn’t though, Alcina!” You move over to her lap and she gently almost tentatively wraps her arms around you and holds you close. You lean your head against her chest and resist the urge to sigh. It’s been so long since you’ve been held by your wife. “I know you were under Miranda’s control but something held you back from killing me outright. I know it.”

“You don’t know what it’s like being under someone else’s control.” You can almost feel Alcina’s body shudder as she recalls that night. “It was like I was outside my body watching myself. I was screaming at myself to stop when I kissed that woman.” The memory of your wife kissing Mother Miranda so passionately pops into your mind briefly but you shut it out as she goes on. “And when I stabbed you, I-” Her voice cracks. “I was practically begging myself to stop but my body just moved on its own.”

“Don’t you see, then, darling?” you ask. “You weren’t yourself when you were under Mother Miranda’s control. The person that kissed Mother Miranda, the person that stabbed me, that wasn’t you, so please.” You cradle Alcina’s face in your hands and stare into those beautiful discs of gold. “Please stop blaming yourself for this. Mother Miranda is dead. I’m alive. Our daughter is safe and healthy. That’s what matters now.”

Alcina kisses your forehead lovingly. “When did you get so wise?” she asks, tucking a stray curl behind your ear. You can see that you’ve finally gotten through to her. Her body posture is more relaxed, her jaw is loose, and her shoulders aren’t so tight. She carefully places the new bandage over your wound and you feel a pleasant tingle as you feel her bare fingers brush briefly over your tender skin.

She moves to pull your slip over your new bandage but you take her wrist before she can withdraw it. You hold her gaze as you take the strap of your slip off your shoulder and your slip coils in a pool of silk around your ankles. She takes you in her arms and brushes her lips against yours briefly. When she pulls aways, you see the same desire in her eyes. “Are you quite sure, ingeras?” Alcina asks, brushing the back of her knuckles against your cheekbones.

“Yes” you rasp. “Take me to the bed.”

Alcina picks you up as you wrap your legs around her waist, taking care not to touch your sensitive wound and carries you over to the bed. She gently, almost reverently lays you down on the bed. She lowers herself down to kiss you again and you bury your fingers in her curls. Alcina deepens the kiss, her tongue coaxing your mouth open as you unfasten the pearl buttons on the back of her dress. “I’ll go slow for you, draga,” Alcina murmurs against your lips.

“Alright, let’s see how our little patient is doing today- JESUS CHRIST! What the FUCK?”

It seems like Heisenberg has decided to check up on you today.

With a frustrated growl Alcina moves quickly in front of you while holding her own dress up. “Yes, Heisenberg, that is in fact what we were setting out to do before you arrived.” Alcina shakes her head at him derisively. “You seem to have impeccably bad timing, as always.”

Heisenberg’s face is beet red again, you note with amusement. “Well, excuse me for trying to check in on my sister-in-law and my goddaughter! Speaking of which, really Alcina? Getting down and dirty with the kid in the room?”

Alcina’s cheeks are also sporting a lovely red color. “Ecaterina was asleep.” Amidst all the commotion, Ecaterina has already woken up and is crying. “Well, she was until you came in.”

The girls suddenly materialize into the room. “Mother!” Cassandra chirps. “I thought I heard Uncle Karl in here and- JESUS CHRIST! What the FUCK!”

Alcina covers her face with her hands. Bela takes the book that Daniela is holding and holds it so it’s covering the image of you and your wife on the bed. “Really Mother,” Bela tuts to herself.

Daniela doesn’t seem to mind. She turns to the two of you, unperturbed by the state of your undress and asks, “Can Uncle Karl stay for dinner, Mother, Maman? Please? It’s been so long since we’ve all had dinner together!”

You smile indulgently at her over Alcina’s shoulder. “Of course he can, darling,” you say.

“Fine,” Alcina mutters. "Now if you please, will all of you kindly get out of our room?”

The daughters vanish into the bug shrouds, chattering excitedly about what Cook is making for dinner. Heisenberg leaves too, chuckling softly to himself.

You turn to your blushing bride and give her a chaste kiss on the lips before you both get dressed and join your daughters for dinner.

Together. As a family.

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clonecaptains · 3 years

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kept promises

a fives x f!reader fic~

word count: 4k

rating: m - for mild smut

summary: fives aims to keep his promise to marry you when the war is over. but things get complicated when he’s been shot. this is my fix it fic where fives doesn’t die :) pls enjoy

a/n: fives is the loml and ive been wanting to write about him for so long~~ i hope yall like this!! comments are appreciated!!

A loud knock on your apartment door stirs you from your sleep. You weren’t resting well anyways, but the bang on the door startles you. You push the covers back and feeling disoriented you rush for the front door. You fear something is wrong because who would be banging on your door at this hour. If Fives was coming home, he wouldn’t knock. He knows the entry code, it’s his place too.

You push the button, and the door opens with a hiss. You’re greeted with the sight of Rex and Jesse standing in your doorway. It’s always nice to see them, but from the looks on their faces it’s not going to be a pleasant visit.

Your face falls and you feel ill.

Fives.

“Is he alive?” you feel tears well up in your eyes and you reach for Rex. His eyes are sad, he carries a weight on him, and you know it.

“For now,” Rex winces to tell you the truth. “He’s been shot.”

Your hand flies to your mouth and Jesse reaches out to touch a hand to your arm.

“We came to get you to take you to him,” Jesse tries to speak as gently as possible.

“You need to pack a bag,” Rex puts his hand on your shoulder. “I can’t tell you why, but you need to hurry. There’s more to this than we can say right now.”

You nod and move aside so the boys can come in.

“Rex? Can you get some things you think Fives might need?” you ask him, you’re not entirely sure of the situation and he nods disappearing back into the bedroom you share with Fives. You yourself grab a bag and begin to stuff random clothing items in it, unsure of what you’ll even need.

This is more your place than Fives, he’s working constantly and only comes once in awhile when he has rare time off. But you have nothing here that really matters to you. What matters is him.

Your bag is stuffed full, and you’re flustered bringing it into the living area. A thin lacy pair of underwear hangs from the top, and Jesse quirks a brow.

“Packing the essentials?” he teases. “Has he seen you in that?”

“No, as a matter of fact he hasn’t,” your face warms and you shove it deeper into your bag and zip it tight.

“Jesse,” Rex’s voice is stern. He might have smiled before, but not now. “We need to go.”

Rex shoulders the bag packed for Fives, and Jesse takes your bag and slings it over his shoulder casually. You follow the boys, and your door closes behind you for the last time.

“Where are we going?” you ask, keeping up with their long strides.

“Can’t tell you,” Rex nods in the direction of a small ship outside your place. You follow them on board and Jesse is quick to get the ship into the atmosphere. He punches in the coordinates and before you know it, you’re off Coruscant headed out into space.

Rex sits down in front of you, and you feel queasy. You know he’s about to tell you something difficult and you’re not ready to hear it.

“You know when Fives sets his mind to something he won’t stop,” Rex smiles softly at that, knowing his brother’s determination. You smile too but a tear falls down your cheek. “He got into something he shouldn’t have, and he was shot for it. We took him off Coruscant for his own protection, and our own. If anyone were to find out about this, we could be in serious trouble.”

You nod. You won’t say a word.

“Besides Jesse and I, Kix is the only one who knows. He’s with Fives now. Get some rest, it’ll be hard to see him when we arrive,” he nods.

You nod back and take his advice. You try and sleep but to no avail. You do lie still and try to prepare yourself for what you’re about to see.

The ship exiting hyperspace stirs you before Rex comes to get you. He’s quiet and patient while you sigh heavily, knowing you’re about to see him.

The planet you land on is one you’re unfamiliar with but it’s beautiful. Trees and mountains fill your sight. The boys take your bags and lead you to a humble little house nestled in some trees near a small pond.

Rex goes in first, and Jesse waits outside with you. Just in case something has happened. They don’t say that, but you know that’s why.

Rex opens the door back up and gives you both a small nod that it’s ok. Jesse puts his hand on your lower back and walks with you into the little house.

It’s a comfortable space, and you’re greeted with Kix as soon as you walk in. He gives you a soft smile and a nod, telling you that it’s ok.

“He’s in the back,” Kix tells you and the boys let you walk into the bedroom alone to see Fives.

In a cozy bedroom, Fives is laying out on the bed on his back. He’s hooked up to a number of machines. You’d seen a medical droid in the living area with Kix, so you know he’s in good hands. But it still breaks your heart to see him like this.

His head has been shaved, and there’s a cut on the right side of his head. It’s been patched up, but you can still see some old blood that seeped through the bandage. He’s shirtless and there’s a bandage wrapped around his chest from where you can only assume is the blaster injury.

You reach for him and touch his shoulder. Then you stroke his cheek with the back of your finger. You place a tender kiss on his forehead before you lay down on the bed next to him. Careful of everything he’s hooked up to, you rest your head on his shoulder.

You fall asleep there and you don’t know how long you stay there with him. It’s Fives who wakes you. His body stirs and you gasp softly sitting up. His eyes open, you can tell he’s exhausted. Even the rich tones of his skin seem paler. But he smiles when he sees you. His hand reaches up to cup your face and he mumbles a mando’a pet name.

He falls back asleep, and you feel tears well up in your eyes again. Just a brief glimmer of the life in his eyes is enough to bring you joy and sorrow.

You think about when you first knew him. How you and your friends would go to 79’s and they would try to push you in Fives’ direction. How if he ever looked your way you’d look away and avoid his gaze. You did this for weeks. Then he’d leave for a mission, and you wouldn’t see him for months.

Before too long, he approached you. And it was his brothers teasing him. Daring him to talk to you and howling when you agreed to go out with him.

You sniffle softly with a smile at the memory of when you kissed him on the cheek, and he was quick to put his helmet on to hide his flustered face.

The boys would tell you later that you were the first person Fives was interested in that made him act like this. Usually he was smoother, more charismatic with charm. But with you? Brain dead. Just as flustered as you.

That was months ago. But it feels like a lifetime ago. He made a promise to you before his last mission that when the war was over, he’d settle down and marry you. He said this a few weeks back before he left. And now here he is, laying on a bed recovering from being shot.

You sit up and press a kiss to his lips before you climb off the bed. You’re hurting and you need some air. And you think it’s wise to tell Kix that Fives woke for a moment.

“Rex?” you whisper, and he’s quick to stand when you speak his name. “Will you walk with me while I get some air?”

You don’t want to be alone right now. Especially not on this strange new planet. And you trust Rex with your life. You don’t know this, but Fives made Rex promise to keep an eye on you if something ever happened.

Rex is right behind you when you step outside. You breathe deeply and he does too. You can’t imagine it’s ever easy seeing one of your brothers hurt like this.

The two of you begin to explore and walk quietly together.

“Fives is a good man. One of the best I know. He’ll make a good husband I think,” Rex smiles offering you his blessing.

“He told you?” your face warms at the thought of him talking about you.

Rex chuckles, “we always knew in the barracks that night if he had a date with you. He wouldn’t shut up. He told me months ago he wanted to marry you.”

You cover your smile with your hand, and Rex smiles seeing the affection on your face.

“Seeing our brothers find joy in this war is a gift. And you have been a true joy to him.”

You spend the rest of the walk in silence. Enjoying the sound of the wind in the trees. It’s peaceful. You see a few animals and some homes nearby. It’s good to know you aren’t truly alone out here.

You can only assume the boys will pack up and leave- no matter the outcome.

But then Rex gets an unexpected message that they are needed. They have to pack up that night. Kix runs you through everything you need to know about what you can do to help. He’ll leave the medical droid there with you to help as best it can.

You can’t help the tears that fall when the boys get ready to leave.

You give each one a hug and a kiss on his cheek. Thanking them for what they’ve done for you and for Fives.

Rex hugs you a little tighter than the rest, and you know he hates to leave you here alone. Kix feels a pang of guilt leaving Fives too, but none of them are even supposed to be here. Kix has already reported Fives as KIA to keep the both of you safe, but it’s hard to leave.

Then it’s quiet. It’s just you and Fives and a droid. Fives is still resting, and the droid is checking his vitals. Based on what Kix told you, Fives sustained a couple broken ribs from the shot. He should be fine, but it will take time to fully heal, and he will be sore.

That’s how you spend the next couple weeks. Fives slowly starts to heal and he’s able to get on his feet. You take walks when he feels like it, and you learn about each other. For the first time in a long time, you have time to spend together. Getting to share meals and stories and watching silly videos on the holonet.

You even find out about the end of the war when you’re here. The turn of the tide. That there’s an empire now. Fives has a hard time that day. Feeling betrayed, knowing he was right. Pain eating him up inside knowing many of his brothers are out there fighting something in their head they can’t stop. The lives that have been lost. Even the Jedi.

He’s quiet for a few days then. Trying to rationalize what it all means. And where he fits in in this galaxy.

When he comes to bed that night, you know he’s haunted.

“Take it easy my love,” you kiss his temple. His hair is starting to grow back and it’s soft to the touch. You smile at being so close to him. You’ve shared a bed with him for the last few weeks, and even before when you lived on Coruscant. But you’d yet to be intimate with him.

You’d never been intimate with anyone at all. And you know the day will soon come that Fives will be your first. And hopefully your only.

“I can’t believe the war is over,” he says gently pulling you into his arms. It’s less and less painful now to hold you. He kisses your stern brow. “And I made you a promise,” he grins.

You’ve thought about that promise every day. Especially when you thought you might lose him. But now it’s even stronger sharing a bed and all your time with him. He’s so close to you. You can feel his warmth and smell his skin. The soft touch of his lips on yours before bed.

When your relationship was new you told him you wanted him. And he told you the same. But you made an agreement to wait until after the war. You can’t really remember why now. Because when you thought you lost him, all you could think about was the moments that might have been lost. Or the regret.

But now that he’s safe, and the war for him is over – you’re glad you chose this. There’s no urgency. And you both know that once he heals, you’ll take that final step together.

And it’s getting closer. A growing feeling in the pit of your belly tells you. Fives is able to do most things now. He had difficulty staying in bed. Staying still. He wanted to get up and move. He thrives off the day-to-day chores around the house and taking care of their land that you’re not sure how Rex even got ahold of.

You woke yesterday morning in Fives arms and his hard length pressing against you. He was just as flustered as you were, but you saw the flame of desire in his eyes. And that flame licked your body all over. You were tired of waiting, but now you had to for him to heal. You would feel terrible if something happened to him for the sake of pleasure. But you could only imagine his wry chuckle in saying he wouldn’t mind at all.

“Fives?” you call to your lover this afternoon out the window. He’s in the back tending to the garden that has begun to grow. He perks his head up at the sound of your voice and he smiles warmly. With his forearm, he wipes sweat off his brow and joins you inside. “How are you feeling my love?” you ask him after he gives you a kiss. You taste the salt from his sweat and you’re aching. You need him. Now.

He knows you, and your looks. He knows what this means.

“Good enough to keep my promise,” he gives a little wink and pulls off his sweaty shirt. He only grunts a little from the movement, but it’s nothing major. You giggle at his eagerness but then feel your knees buckle at the sight of his sweaty chest. Dark hair is dusted lightly over his pecs and lead down to his waistband.

“Fives,” you moan and touch his skin. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen him shirtless or touched him like this. But it feels different now. There’s a scar and a slight yellowing from his bruise almost done healing.

He reaches for the hem of your shirt when there’s a quiet knock on the door.

Fives laughs because you’ve been alone for weeks and now there’s a knock at this moment.

“Who is it?” Fives calls and Rex answers. You both light up at the sound of his voice, and Fives runs to open the front door for him.

Rex looks exhausted. He has a cut on his head in the same place Fives does. And he wears a tan poncho over his armor. Any humor about the moment has gone when Rex sees Fives and hugs him tight.

Something in you tells you that Rex has lost too many brothers over the last few weeks. And seeing Fives alive is a peace he needed.

“I came to check on the two of you,” he tells you finally. “But I seemed to have interrupted you,” he almost looks shy.

“Actually,” Fives stops and looks at you for a moment with a smile. “You might be just the man we need.”

Fives disappears into the bedroom. You and Rex exchange looks as you hear Fives clattering around. He emerges moments later in full armor. There’s a blast mark on his chest plate and you try not to look at it but it’s the thing on everyone’s mind.

“Why did you put this on?” you ask him touching his shoulder. You love how broad he looks in his armor, and you lean up to give him a kiss on the cheek. You love him so much and it’s hitting you hard seeing him in this armor. Just how you could have lost him and yet here he stands.

“Rex? Wanna marry us? Can you do that?”

Rex smiles bigger than you’ve ever seen, and no one really cares if he can legally or not. You’ve been married to Fives for a long time as far as you’re concerned.

“Well wait, I want to look nice too,” you stop and head to your room to put something else on. You choose one of the nicer things you brought with you when you were scrambling to pack all those weeks ago. You put it on and feel giddy with love.

Fives offers you his arm when you come out, and he leads you outside into the quiet of the woods. He takes your hands in his and Rex stands with the two of you.

“You know, I’ve never actually been to a wedding before,” Rex chuckles, getting a loud laugh from Fives. “Fives,” Rex speaks his brother’s name, and Fives stands at attention. “The Republic has fallen. We live in the times of the Empire now. You’ll always be a soldier but this time – your duty is to this one in front of you. Promise me, yourself, but most importantly to your riduur that you will protect and love with all that you have. I know you will. But it’s an order Fives.”

Rex smiles, and Fives gives a nod. He squeezes your hands, and you know he will keep his promise.

Then Rex looks to you. His eyes are gentle.

“You have been given a gift. And that’s the love of my brother. I know him better than anyone, and I know how much he loves you. I know he would do anything for you. Because I know I would if I were in his shoes. I’m trusting you to look out for him. Protect his heart. I know you have, and I trust you with him.”

By now you have tears in your eyes. But it’s more than just from love- it’s knowing that you have Rex’s trust. He’s one of the best men that you know.

Rex pauses, and steps back a moment. And Fives takes that opportunity to cup your face in his hands and kiss you deeply. Then he presses his forehead to yours and if only you knew then what the gesture meant to him and Rex.

When you part, you reach for Rex and give him another hug and kiss on his cheek.

“I owe you everything,” you tell him, and his brow is stern even with his small smile.

Fives then grabs Rex in an even bigger hug and kisses him loudly on the cheek. They touch foreheads and then Fives laughs shoving Rex on the shoulder telling him to get lost.

“We have things to do,” Fives laughs again, and Rex can only roll his eyes with amusement.

“Stay safe, I’ll contact you if I need you again,” Rex tells you both and with that he’s gone.

The moment Rex is out of sight, Fives grabs you. His hands are on your hips digging into your skin and his lips are on yours. He’s already moaning into you as he backs you into the house.

He knows that you’ve never been with anyone, and it makes him even more hungry to touch you. He’s eager and excited and between his kisses and tugging off your clothes, he makes sure every action is alright.

He’s so excited that he forgets to undress himself, and he has you naked in front of him while he stands in full armor.

“Fives,” you feel shy and tempted to cover yourself while he stands proud in his armor.

“Oh, right,” he chuckles and begins to take off his armor piece by piece. You help him in between kisses, and he sneaks little butt grabs and smacks while he can. He gets distracted easily by the sway of your breasts as you move, and he squeezes them until you squeak.

When he’s free of his armor and blacks and everything else, he tips you back onto the bed and kisses you all over. Every bit of you that he can kiss, he does. His goatee tickles and you tug on his hair even though it’s still really short.

He finds himself between your legs and he takes his time. Going back and forth between his mouth and his hands until you’re crying out his name. He’s almost too rough in his eagerness and you gasp and giggle pushing him off you. You could cry, you’ve never been wanted so much in your life.

“Sorry,” he presses a kiss to your thigh. “You taste so good,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Don’t be,” you feel warm, “I just want more from other parts of you,” you giggle when he raises an eyebrow.

He slides up your body and delves his tongue into your mouth and squeezes your breast again as he lines up with your entrance. He’s slow moving inside and you cry out in his kiss. Your hands are on his shoulders, and you tell him to wait.

He’s patient and kisses you while you adjust to him. But you can tell he’s ready to move. He grunts and his abs tighten, and he can’t help the wince that escapes his lips.

“Do we need to stop?” you ask him, your voice full of concern.

“No,” he shudders when he pushes in a little deeper. “I need you mesh’la.”

He focuses on feeling the pleasure of it and making sure you feel your pleasure. When you arch your back and press your chest to his, something about the action sends him over and he cries out in your ear as he spills inside of you.

He whispers another apology but you’re moaning and gasp when you feel his thumb press where you need him most. You find your release with a whine.

He pulls out of you but stays on you. He slides down a little and rests his head on your chest. His face nestled between your breasts and his ear can hear your heartbeat pound.

“Happy?” you giggle scratching his head as he nuzzles your breast.

“Happier than I’ve ever been. Are you?” he looks up at you, resting his chin on your sternum.

You nod and scratch his back then his scalp. “I’ve never been so happy in my life. I love you baby,” you tell him.

“I love you cyare,” he mumbles kissing your sternum before laying back down.

You don’t know if he’s thinking the same thing, you are. But all you can think about is how a few weeks ago you were laying in this bed with him hoping he would get up. Hoping he would move. Praying he was alive.

Now that you have him in your arms, you’ve never been more thankful he’s alive. But in this case, you don’t want him to move. He feels too good.

He can feel your heartbeat, and you can feel his warmth. The life is in him again and you truly have never been happier to have him alive. Heart pounding and life in his veins, and that fire of love in his eyes.

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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PART THREE PART THREE PART THREE I LOVE YOUR WRITING PART THREE WHEN YOU CAN PART THREE 💥💥💥💥💳💥💥💥💥

{part 2}

approximately 2 weeks, 3 days, 17 minutes and 9 seconds had passed since you were first rushed into the emergency room and induced in a coma, taking grayson’s heart with you. not that he was counting, but grayson never thought he would cry for you as much as he did. he needed you back.

as he remained stuck to your bedside, his hand never leaving your cold, pale and lifeless one, he reminisced back to when life was perfect. when it was you and him agasint the world. happy, healthy and blissfully in love.

grayson missed everything about you, he missed the way you would play with his hair mindlessly as he drove, your fingers soothing his scalp and your humming a perfect melody to his ears. he missed the way you would constantly tease him with your playfulness when you wanted to cheer him up after a stressful day, he missed the way your smile lit up the entire room and had his heart beating out of his chest whenever your eyes met his.

he loved being loved by you.

he missed it. he craved your attention again.

grayson missed the way you would always give him the bigger half of montys burger as you knew his own order wouldn’t touch the sides for his large appetite and he missed the way you would sneak sips of his milkshake when you thought he wasn’t looking. he noticed everytime, but found it adorable the way you thought you were slick with it. grayson always ordered the cookie dough milkshake, even when he wanted a strawberry one as he knew you would regret ordering the coffee flavour and steal his.

he knew you like the back of his hand, better than you knew yourself.

“bro you gotta eat,” ethan pleaded with grayson, trying his best to get his brother to even look at him but his eyes never once left your motionless body. grayson hadn't touched a drop of water let alone food. he could bare the thought of leaving your side incase you needed him, incase you were ready to wake up and finally come back to him.

“eat for her, gray c’mon.”

grayson felt utterly helpless. he was normally always so good at banishing your pain away, whether it be kissing away cuts and scrapes you get from being your clumsy self, to soothing your cramps and period pains, his hands were healing.

dispite all this, grayson had to sit back and watch you in a state he had no control over. he wanted nothing more than to trade places with you, to take away your pain and suffering away and save your life. but as we all know, life wasn’t always kind. he would wish upon a thousand stars if it meant he could stare into your eyes. he wished to fall in love with you one last time.

“she's gonna be ok man, i promise” ethan didn't believe his own words, remembering back to the moment he had entered the hospital where your doctor had approached him, unable to speak to grayson due to his emotional state, and confined in ethan that there was a high possibility you wouldn’t wake up. you weren’t showing any signs of improvement yet ethan knew his brother needed to hear those reassuring words no matter the consequences they held further done the line.

grayson stayed slient, a few tears rolling down his face as the one hand that wasn’t resting in yours, toyed with the velvet box in the pocket of his sweatpants- it never left his side since you got admitted.

“it’s our anniversary tomorrow.” this was the first time in 2 weeks grayson had spoken to anyone besides you. although he waasn’t looking in ethan’s direction, his word were meant for him.

“gray-“

“i let her down bro. the one promise i made to her, to myself, to dad, and i broke it. she’s here because of me and there’s absolutely nothing i can do to save her.” growing frustrated with himself, his words stung yet it was less pain than what you were currently being put through. grayson felt selfish to think of anything else than you.

“i pushed her away, if it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t be here right now! if i hadn’t had lost my temper, called her those horrible names- i- she..no.”

“no fuck this. it’s now or never.”

ethan watched with wary unsettled eyes as grayson rose from his seat, pushing it agasint the wall and dropping to one knee. he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed every knuckle with such gentle pressure. sighing and preparing himself for what was about to come.

ethan got his camera ready, knowing his brothers intentions and although he believed you could hear every word, when you woke up it would be a make the troubling experience that little bit lighter once you saw the memorabilia.

“y/n, baby i know you can hear me right now so let me say this- i love you, more than i have ever or could ever love something in my life. you’re my purpose, your the reason ive been put on this earth. my job is to love you and i want to spend the rest of my life doing so.”

wiping his tears to clear his blurry vision, he takes a deep inhale and continues. you hear every word, your body fighting with itself to open your eyes and jump into the arms of your destiny.

“the story of our love is only beginning. let's write our own happy ending. marry me baby. come back to me and be my wife yeah?”

after his speech, one he had gone over thousands of times in his head, yet when he came down to the very moment he just spoke from the heart, grayson delicately slide the custom made ring onto your finger. smiling for the first time in weeks as it was everything he had ever imagined, it was more beautiful than he had remembered and the fact it was you adoring it, made his heart swore with happiness.

“congratulations man,” ethan pulls grayson in for a brotherly hug, wholeheartedly believing if you were awake right now, you'd jump into graysons arms screaming yes and declaring your love for him. a moment to treasure forever but the circumstances were cruel.

“thanks bro, i need to do that for me. for our future and hope that she makes it. she can’t leave me e.. sh-she can’t.”

“wake up for me pretty girl.” grayson resumes his place by your bedside, his hand clutching yours again as he prepares himself for another painful night without hearing your voice. “p…please.”

a while passes, it’s bearing on midnight with ethan passed out in the corner of the room wrapped in a a blanket he brought from home. grayson is resting his head on your hand and praying like he did every night, unable to allow himself to sleep when sudden he feels a sudden movement beneath him.

you twitch. your fingers brushing agasint grayson as your body struggles to bring itself round.

“e-E! she moved- she moved!” grayson is frantic, startling ethan awake as he desperately tries to call out for you. his heart beat picking up, breathing erratic he would for sure need his inhaler any moment.

he caressed your cheek, hoping his soft touch would be enough to tell you he was there, you were safe and he was waiting for you.

“NURSE!” ethan yells, hitting the emergency button he was warned may times to hit in a case like this. he flung the door open and in stormed a whole crew of night staff. “she moved!”

“sir im going to have to ask you to stand back,” one nurse calmly addressed grayson, trying to respectfully break the contact he had with your hand to allow a thorough inspection to take place.

“baby, no.. no no what's happening- is she ok? im not leaving!” grayson cried, clutching desperately onto your hand in fear you would slip away from him. you loved right? that’s a good sign right? so why was your body swarmed with doctors and nurses screaming codes at each, surrounded by machinery grayson didn’t like the look off.

“don’t take me away from her!”

“sir. i won’t ask again, please stand back.”

“NO BABY, DONT DO THIS Y/N. you gotta come back to me, you hear me… you- you can’t leave me!”

“gray, c’mon man.”

ethan had to physically hold grayson back, forcefully dragging him outside the room to allow the professionals to do what they needed to do. an emotional tearful grayson was only going to complicate the matter and ethan was sure you wouldn’t want grayson to see you this way.

grayson cried, screamed and reached out for you. so distressed and weak as ethan cradled him in his arms and held him. no words of reassurance or confidence as the truth of your fate had finally started to sink in. he had to listen to his twin cry and there was absolutely nothing he could do as an older brother.

ethan cried for you. he cried for grayson. he cried for the love his brother just hated his whole life for and lost in a matter of seconds.

you flatlined, your heart monitor sounding one continues bleep that grayson only ever heard in movies. you stopped breathing, your body stopped beating for him.

12:00pm.

“happy anniversary baby,” grayson whispered. his voice breaking and his body trembling with tears as he broke down in his brothers arm. falling to his knees as the warmth of life had been stolen by the cold embrace of death. grayson was pleading, screamed, fighting with you to wake up but his prayers seemed to go unanswered.

he had to watch the love of his life, his new fiancé, his soulmate flatline in front of his very eyes on your anniversary. grayson felt his entire world come crashing down around him.

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