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Protect and Forget // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Life as the girlfriend of the Mafia boss and his second-in-command was not always smooth sailing, everything in life did not always go to plan. Two weeks before your birthday, a threat was made to your life. What happens when Steve and Bucky begin to push you away as they search for the threat?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome, angst (LOTS!), fluff, smut, death threats, crying/anxiety, begging, alcohol consumption, confrontation, arguing (kinda), hurt/comfort, body worship, oral sex (m and f), fingering, anal, double penetration, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, size difference, praise kink, squirting

Words: 9k (oops)

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Steve and Bucky had been counting down to your birthday for the past month, leaving small hints for whatever it was that they were planning. This included travelling to a special destination and a multitude of surprises you could never even dream of. However, life as the girlfriend of the Mafia boss and his second-in-command was not always smooth sailing, everything in life did not always go to plan.

Two weeks before your birthday, a threat was made to your life. Luckily it only came in the form of a note, filled with threats and promises that neither of the boys would allow you to read. Nothing in the world was more important to them than your safety, this had been a priority since day one so this mean that for your protection, you were secured inside of your house until the target could be eliminated.

It wasn’t so bad, to begin with as the house you shared with Steve and Bucky was grand and the garden was your pride and joy but you were even banned from a simple walk. Even though there were multiple guards, cameras and security protecting the property, it was better to be safe than sorry in their eyes.

The loneliness only began to bother you on day 8. Like clockwork, as the morning alarms began to sound, Steve and Bucky would kiss your cheeks simultaneously before rolling out of bed, changing and leaving to continue their hunt to find whoever had threatened their girl, only returning in the early hours of the morning as you were fast asleep in bed. Luckily your bodyguard was stationed outside and he would regularly come in to check on you, spending hours talking about anything and everything just to keep you from going completely insane.

On the 13th day, you’d made it your mission to try and stay awake for the boys returning, a steady excitement humming in your stomach as it struck midnight and your birthday had officially begun! Then it was 1 am rolling around… and then 2 am, and still no sign of the boys or even a message. By the time 3 am was displayed on your phone screen, your eyes were almost burning with exhaustion, leaning your head on the couch arm, you began to drift into a light sleep from where you waited in the living room.

The light sleep soon deepened, enough so that you didn’t wake as Steve carried your sleeping body to bed as the mafia leader and his best friend returned at 4 am.

All three of you groaned as the phone alarm rang at 6 30am, the repetitive kiss on your cheek soon following the silencing of the alarm. Instead of falling back to sleep, you found yourself frowning, blinking a few times to clear the blur from your sight and then rolled over to look at them both. Neither seemed to acknowledge your questioning stare as they continued to get ready to leave.

“Steve…”, your voice was timid as you began to climb out of bed, sheets tangling in your limbs as you moved through the soft material.

The mafia leader’s head turned in your direction, eyebrows raised with surprise at seeing you awake. Steve finished buttoning his crisp white shirt as he approached the edge of the bed where you waited on your knees, his large hand enclosing around yours as you reached for him. “Morning baby, lie back down and get some more sleep”, he encouraged, his voice rough from its first use of the day.

Your shoulders dropped as you took him in, not realising just how much you had missed him and Bucky, both of whom had deep purple circles around their eyes through exhaustion but you could tell that just from the way that they were standing. You’d originally intended to find out if they were staying, it was your birthday after all and even though all the promises of travelling and presents were no longer happening, seeing them actually preparing to leave was not what you had expected. Your gut twisted in despair, feeling overwhelming guilt at being so selfish for thinking this, they were going above and beyond for your protection and safety but right now, you just wanted them to rest or even just acknowledge that it was your birthday, just some form of normality.

“Are you both really going in? I feel like I’ve hardly seen either of you”, you swallowed down the hope, trying to reach further up Steve’s body to hold onto his shoulders, attempting to pull him close.

Steve smiled sadly down at you, fingers gently easing around your wrists to pull himself free of your grasp. “I know Sweetheart, I’m sorry. We’ve found a trail of his whereabouts near Manhattan that we’ve been scoping overnight. We just need to get this son of a bitch and we’ll return to happy families”.

You knew he was trying to make you better but it only confirmed the reality that they were once again both leaving for the day, your birthday. Had they forgotten? Or was it not as much of a big deal anymore that you had a special day, a day that was only once a year? Yes, there was a threat against you but it wasn’t like they were both doing the surveillance, surely this one day one or both of them could stay.

“I don’t think we’ll be much longer”, Steve continued, easing your body back onto the bed. “Get some more sleep, maybe see if Sam wants to watch one of your movies later, and order some takeout, make sure you use my card”. Giving a chaste kiss on your forehead, he returned to his section of the wardrobe, pulling out a navy tie, wrapping it around his neck and exiting the bedroom.

Before you could allow the sadness to take over, Bucky was approaching, wearing the same outfit as Steve’s except the shirt and tie were both black. “We’ll be back before you know it Doll, get some more sleep, get enough for the both of us”, he tried to joke but the light didn’t reach his eyes as he too kissed your temple and walked out of the bedroom door.

They were actually leaving, without so much as a proper good morning kiss or a ‘how are you?’, let alone a happy birthday. Attempting to still keep the tears at bay, you were swift to climb out of bed, following them out of the bedroom and down the stairs, seeing them both already at the front door, preparing to leave.

“Can’t one of you stay today? Just for one day?” your voice was laced with desperation as you paced towards them, hands reaching to grip the back of Bucky’s shirt. The man sighed sadly, expecting this from you at some point, there was only so long you could be kept inside, not realising that you were also upset about them missing your birthday.

Bucky turned to rest his hands against the top of your arms, pulling you away slightly so he could look into your eyes. You had to quickly bite your lip to hide the quiver as more sadness rocked through you at seeing the sympathy in the crystal blue eyes looking down at you, already knowing that there wasn’t any way that either Bucky or Steve were planning on staying with you today.

“Sorry honey, we really need to get this sorted so we can get back to normal. How about we call you later? Can have a catch-up then, how does that sound?”

A phone call. You’d been promised a holiday, surprises and most importantly, time with just Steve and Bucky without work interfering and now, all you were receiving on your birthday was a phone call.

“I miss you both”, your eyes flicked before both men as they looked down at you, hoping for something, any kind of hope that they would stay but you already knew nothing was going to happen. Steve leaned over Bucky first, kissing your cheek, waiting a moment for Bucky to do the same before twisting open the door handle.

Bucky moved you out of the way of the open door, keeping you hidden from the outside world, still trying to protect you as he also kissed your cheek quickly once more, “We miss you too, we’ll talk later. I love you”. You didn’t respond, too scared of completely breaking down and not even knowing what to really say. So to try and refrain from guilt-tripping them with your tears, you held your breath, the technique used to suppress your emotions.

Turning on the spot, Bucky followed after his boss, shutting and locking the front door behind him and then you were once again all by yourself.

The air you’d been holding rushed out of your lungs as you released a heavy sob, the tears openly flowing down your cheeks now. It was one of those cries where you were almost choking on your breaths, ribs aching from trying to keep control and not hyperventilate but it was no use.

You cried and cried. For the loneliness. The silence in the house. The lack of touch and affection that you were craving. Even forgetting your birthday, something as menial as this still had you feeling devastated. There was nothing Steve and Bucky ever forgot about you, always being their sole focus. But now, your protection had become an obsession to the point where they were almost neglecting you and even themselves, with minimal sleep, you weren’t even sure of the last conversation that you’d truly had with either of them.

You stayed on your knees at the front door for over an hour, curled up in a ball and releasing all of the pent-up emotions but now that you had started, you couldn’t stop. But as your knees started to ache against the solid oak flooring, you forced yourself to stand and get a hold of yourself.

This only meant instead of crying downstairs, you were now crying in your bedroom, the sheets pushed to the end of the bed and your body still curled into a ball. Not even bothering to catch the falling tears you allowed the front of your pyjama shirt to take the honours of being your makeshift tissue and become soaked through on your chest.

Eventually, your sobs subsided, your eyes red and sore and feeling exhausted from the lack of sleep and turmoil of emotions.

Then suddenly the front door was opened, your heart thundering in the small hopes of the boys returning but then your bodyguard, Sam Wilson’s voice shouted from the floor below. “Boss lady? Where you at?”

Was it already midday? Glancing at your phone that was next to the bed still, your eyes widen to see that hours had already passed by unnoticed by you. In a rush, you were out of bed, trying not to stumble on your weak knees from being in the squished position for so long, and quickly hiding in the en suite bathroom, locking the door for safe measure.

You didn’t want Sam to see you like this, so hiding was the best option, even as you continued to silently cry, having had your hopes spiked for a second that they’d remembered what day it was and once again being let down.

“Sweetheart? You in there?” Sam asked on the other side of the door.

Trying to steady your breathing, you responded and hoped that your voice didn’t crack or give away the fact that you had been crying all morning. “Yeah, won’t be long.”

“Good, I’ve got a special cake out here that’s dying to be eaten!” You could hear the joy in Sam’s smile as you leaned against the door, the cool wood soothing your slightly swollen face from the immense crying.

“Cake?” you asked in a small voice, nearly a whisper.

“Yeah, a cake! Wouldn’t be a proper birthday celebration without cake, am I right?”

“You remembered…”.

Sam frowned at the bathroom door, noting the sadness in your voice, instinctively he stepped closer, “Of course, I remembered sweetheart, is everything ok in there?”

Your lip wobbled as fresh tears began to coat your face, “no…”. There was no point hiding it, otherwise, you’d be stuck in the bathroom all day and you needed to be with someone, not wanting to waste any more time by yourself

Unlocking the bathroom door, you opened it slowly, peeking around it to see Sam standing there. In one hand he held a gift bag and the string to an oversized birthday balloon, and in the other hand, he held what looked to be a chocolate cake with your name written across in cursive white icing. The smile dropped on his face as he saw your distraught, quickly placing the objects in his hands onto one of the dressers, letting the balloon float to the ceiling and then he was wrapping his arms around you.

You were instantly sobbing into his chest, hands desperately grabbing his shirt scared that he might disappear and leave you like everyone else seemed to be doing.

Sam rested one hand against your back, rubbing soothing circles and the other on the back of your head, keeping you close to his chest, giving you the time to let your emotions out. “Shh it’s ok, I’ve got you, I’m not going anywhere”.

He was so comforting and calm, but then he always was. Bucky used to be this crutch for you in times like this as he was previously your bodyguard but as your relationship with him shifted, you ended up becoming close friends with Sam.

Sam had already deduced what was wrong, from his quick glance around the house downstairs and the on his way up, with the lack of decorations and that he knew Steve and Bucky had vacated the house first thing in the morning, they definitely had forgotten about your birthday.

“Take a deep breath for me, that’s it, and another one. Keep breathing for me, sweetheart. Can’t have you crying on your birthday now can I?” It took a few attempts but you were able to slowly calm your breathing down until only small hiccups remained.

Sam pulled back from the hug first, moving instead to duck his head and cup your cheeks, wiping away the tears that remained on your first.

You laughed in embarrassment, trying to hide your face but he didn’t allow it so you just held onto his wrists, feeling ashamed, especially as you saw the mess left behind on his shirt, cringing at the sight. “I’ve ruined your shirt, I’m sorry”.

“I don’t mind, makes me unique to everyone else”, he joked for a moment before becoming more series, his facial features relaxing in empathy. “Did they forget about today?”

You quickly bite your bottom lip, feeling the emotions stirring once more. “Yeah, but it’s... It’s fine! I know they’re busy trying to keep me safe but… I feel like I haven’t seen them in weeks. I hate being stuck in here! I mean, this is the first hug I’ve had since they received that stupid letter, they’ve spent so much time at the office and then tired when they get back and I’m asleep anyway so I never get to see them. I haven’t even kissed their lips in two weeks Sam!”

Once you started your ranting, it all just came flooding out. At first, you were tentative with what you were saying, that guilt still lingering in your gut but the more you thought about it, the angrier you were becoming. Yes, you were in danger but that didn’t mean they couldn’t come home and wake you up, kiss your lips or even hug you properly.

As you came to the end of your rant, you had to take a deep breath, completely filling your lungs with air and then breathing out through your mouth, feeling the tension easing throughout your body.

“Better?” Sam asked referring to your rant, you nodded your head in response. “Good, come on let's go and eat cake and have a chat”.

You were on your second slice of delicious cake, a happy smile on your face finally, chocolate always made you feel happy though. Sam chuckled at your appearance, filling your glass of water that you’d downed in a few glugs, not realising just how thirsty you were.

“I’m not going to try and make excuses for my bosses for the way they’ve been acting but speaking as their friend, they’re scared. Scared of losing you and I know you understand that but from the brief times that I’ve seen them outside or on the phone, I just think that they don’t want to spend too much time here because they don’t want to get their hopes up that everything is ok. You make them feel whole and safe so spending less time with you, it's taking away that security for them, maybe they don’t want to relax and have affection when that asshole is still out there. Now, don’t repeat this to them because I’d like to keep my job but it’s a dumb way to go about this all, clearly. I don’t think they realised just how long it would take to find whoever sent that message to you”.

Sam’s explanation made sense to you. Steve and Bucky had never hidden their intense love for you, and would constantly remind you that they would do absolutely anything to keep you safe. They were proving this now but spending every hour physically possible to find whoever was trying to find you but the small punishment to themselves that they couldn’t hug or even kiss wasn’t just a negative for them but for you as well. You needed them just as much as they needed you.

It was a pitiful circle and today had been the icing on top of the cake, ironically.

“That makes sense”, you responded after another thoughtful bite of chocolate cake, already eyeing up a third slice, you were starving after having no breakfast or lunch. “So what should I do? Leave them to it? What if they don’t find whoever is doing this for weeks? I don’t think I can go that long without seeing them properly but then I also don’t want to confront them if this is their way of coping.” You admitted with a deflated tone. Even though you wanted nothing more than to call them and tell them to come home and simply just kiss and hold you but then you didn’t want to complain when everything they were doing was for your benefit in the long run.

“Well why don’t we-”, Sam was cut off as his phone began to ring loudly from his pocket. Pulling the device out, he saw ‘BOSS’ written across the screen. “Say his name and he will appear”, he joked before stepping away to answer the phone, not stopping until he was outside with the back door closed so you couldn’t hear the phone call. You didn’t think anything of it, knowing that it was probably just an update about the day, the same phone call that was had every day.

Lifting the phone to his ear, Sam was about to talk when Steve was cutting him off, “We��ve got him”.

Sam’s shoulders dropped along with the heavy breath he released. “Are…are you sure?”

“Yeah, his handwriting matched the letter and with some persuasion from Buck, he admitted to it. Scumbags excuse was that was the golden ticket to get to me, well he was damn right about that” Steve growled into the phone and faintly in the background, the man in question was begging for his life as Bucky brutalised him, something he had been hoping to do for two weeks. “We’ve actually got that asshole, Sam!”

“Thank god”, Sam sighed in relief, rubbing his eyes, looks like everyone was going to be sleeping well tonight.

“How is she?” Steve asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

Sam chewed on the inside of his cheek, thinking about his next words carefully. You had made it clear that you didn’t want them worrying about how sad you were but then on the other hand, he was your bodyguard, and your best interest was key. Also, they’d caught the guy so would be coming home to return to the normality they were all desperate for.

“Sam?” Steve asked with more authority, his shoulders squaring up as he glanced toward Bucky who had stopped his skilled knife movements to look back at him, wondering why Sam wasn’t answering.

“She’s not good, Boss”.

“And what do you mean by that?” Steve asked, storming out of the interrogation room and away from the asshole's ears, not wanting him to hear. Bucky followed swiftly behind, wanting to know what was wrong with his girl. “What do you mean not good?” Steve repeated, putting his phone on speaker so Bucky could hear.

Sam sighed again, tilting his head back to look at the sky before checking that the back door was still closed and you weren’t within earshot. “Listen, Boss, I understand you’ve been busy and I’m so fucking happy you’ve caught the bastard who threatened her but she’s not good. She’s been crying all day, it took nearly 10 minutes for me to calm her down as she was hyperventilating. She misses you both. She also does understand why you’ve both been reluctant to be around her and getting your hopes up for things being ok but god damn, I haven’t seen her cry like this in years.”

Steve and Bucky were overridden with guilt, not realising just how much they had been pushing you away with their desperation to find the guy responsible for this entire situation.

“That’s not the only thing…”, Sam continued with a tone of regret that he actually had to tell them this.

“Go on Sam”, Steve encouraged, it couldn’t get any worse, right?

“It’s her birthday today”. Sam had to pull his phone away from his ear as Bucky shouted ‘fuck!’ followed by the recognisable sounds of him punching the brick wall. There were hushed tones following this as Steve and Bucky furiously spoke to each other, frustrated with each other for forgetting the one day that they’d been looking forward to.

Eventually, Steve placed the phone against his ear, his voice clipped and determined, “Can you stay with her until we get back? I don’t think we’ll be here too much longer now anyway and just…”, he contemplated what to say for a moment. “Just tell her that we got the guy and we’re coming back and that we love her, please Sam?”

“Sure thing, Boss”. The phone line cut off as Steve hung up, following Bucky back into the room to finish the guy once and for all.

Sam entered your home, finding you tucking happily into your third slice of chocolate cake, fork pausing halfway to your mouth as you looked at the expression on your friend's face.

“What is it?” you asked nervously, placing the fork back onto the plate.

“They’ve got him, sweetheart”.

It had been almost an hour since Sam had spoken those precious words to you and initially, it felt like you were going into shock, your bodyguard having to remind you to breathe again before it truly hit home. You were safe. They had actually found him and you were safe.

But now, you were sat just staring aimlessly at Sam thinking… what was going to happen now? Sam mentioned that the boys wouldn’t be back late and that they loved you and even though it gave you such peace in your heart to know this, there was still the underlying sadness. They’d still been ignoring you for weeks and forgotten your birthday, were you supposed to just carry on like this hadn’t happened?

There hadn’t really been a time in your relationship with them both where you’d actually been angry or upset by their actions so you were conflicted between wanting to celebrate and also remaining confident with your emotions of hurt.

Sam left you soon after to prepare de-escalation of the guards around your home and also give you the chance to have a long soak in the shower and prepare for their return. You’d ask him what you should do and he encouraged you to do what you felt was best which you only realised was an answer to cover his own back to not being fired, of which he laughed at, saying you were correct.

After showering and pampering yourself, the nerves returned, souring your mood once more. What did you wear? Did you dress up and greet them at the door? Did you wallow in self-pity in your bedroom?

But then the sight of Sam’s balloon and present caught your eye. It was your birthday, the one day a year when you actually wanted it to be all about you and here you were panicking.

Fuck. It.

You weren’t going to waste the remainder of the day, you didn’t need to be lost in your guilt and you for sure were going to have some damn fun before the consequences of the past few weeks came crashing down.

Finding something comfortable to wear which consisted of grey pyjama shorts and an old white t-shirt of Steve’s. Then you returned downstairs, linking your phone to the TV to play your music - loud.

One glass of wine turned into two and with the music, you were lost in the distraction, becoming increasingly more at ease and free, letting your body sway with the song. As each song played, you became more carefree, eventually dancing around the living room, the happy hum of alcohol in your veins, your throat aching with how loud you were singing the words.

Every thought of the past few weeks were diminisheds, until it felt like you were being watched from where you were currently standing on the couch, arms in the air, careful not to spill your wine in your one hand. Turning towards the door, your arms dropped down, breathing heavily as Steve and Bucky watched your happiness with smiles that could only be described as unfiltered love.

Neither of you was sure whether to approach the other, just staring for a few beats of the song before you stepped off of the couch and pausing the music, the silence deafening and unsettling enough that you were swift to down the rest of your wine for courage.

For a moment, you looked between Steve and Bucky, at their handsome faces, the overwhelming sensation to run into their arms almost taking over your body as you stepped forward but you stopped yourself abruptly. Deciding to stare at the spot on the floor and before fully thinking through your words, you began to spill everything you’d been holding in for two weeks.

“I’m… I’m so thankful to you both, for always putting me first and finding the person who was threatening me but I can’t pretend that these past two weeks haven’t been horrible and I need to tell you both now before I lose my courage. I understand why you’ve kept me hidden away but please, don’t ever shut me out like that again. We’re supposed to be in a relationship, one that is open about our emotions and supportive but I’ve hardly seen you in two weeks and you’ve not even given me the opportunity to ask how you both are because you’re both gone again at the crack of dawn and-”

You could feel your emotions rising again so taking a steadying breath, you looked up at the both again, “I do appreciate everything you have ever done for me and I love you both so much but, I can’t ever have a repeat of these last two weeks again, we’re a team please remember that before you decide to do things in my best interest when it’s going to be negative on all of us”.

Finishing everything that you wanted to say, your gut twisted with unease as neither said anything at first but Steve finally stepped forward. You straightened your spine as he approached, clutching the hem of your t-shirt to hide your trembling fists, keeping your eyes on his, not entirely sure what to expect until he standing only a couple of inches in front of you, your neck aching from having to look up at his taller stature.

Then he was dropping lower and lower until he was on his knees before you, eyes full of remorse, hands rising to cup around your wrists, gently prying your hands away from your shirt so that he could kiss the backs of them before resting his forehead on them.

“I’m so sorry my love, I don’t want to come up with excuses as to our behaviour these past two weeks but I think obsession and delirium from lack of sleep have caused us both to only want to find this guy and in the process have ignored you which was never our intentions. It’s just that… I can’t lose you-”, Steve’s voice cracked with pure emotions and it took everything within you to not collapse to your knees and hug him.

“I know, I can’t lose you either, both of you!” you emphasised, looking between the top of Steve’s head and Bucky whose emotions were written all over his face, regret, sadness and love.

“Tell us what we need to do, for you to forgive us”, Bucky finally spoke, taking a few steps forward and joining Steve on his knees in front of you, hands lifting to rest on your hips.

Here you were, with the leader of the Rogers Mafia Gang and the Second-In-Comand, both on their knees, looking as if you’d just ripped their hearts out and stamped on it, begging for your forgiveness.

“Just promise me you’ll talk to me next time, don’t ever shut me out”.

Steve finally looked up, the whites of his eyes shaded slightly red from his raw emotions, making sure to look you directly in the eye, “I promise, on everything I love, on you, Buck, the entire gang, that I will never make you feel this way ever again”. Your shoulders sagged in relief at his words, raising your hand to cup the side of his head as Bucky also promise his life that this would never happen again.

“I’ve missed you”, your voice was thick with emotions as you finally dropped lower, desperately kissing Steve and then Bucky on the lips. You consistently moved from one to the other, desperate, emotional kisses that were long, breathless and hard. Concentrating on every little feel, smell and taste of them both, a hand on each of their shirts, gripping tightly scared that they would move away. But they didn’t, they stayed and put as much passion into their touches and kisses as you did until all three of you collapsed back into the couch.

You were extremely breathless, greedily sucking in air as your head rested against Steve’s chest and feet over Bucky’s lap, all three of your lips were swollen from the bruising kisses, arms trapping your body into theirs.

The feeling of contentment was strong as the three of you just stayed like that for a while, your body feeling light enough that you could have fallen asleep but suddenly Bucky shifted slightly, sitting forward on the couch so you could see his face.

“That’s not the only apology we need to be making today, honey”, Bucky stated, lifting your daintier hand up to his lips, kissing each of your fingertips before rubbing his cheek against your palm. “We’re sorry for forgetting your birthday, there are no excuses for this, my love, we’re sorry”.

“It’s ok, I know you’ve been busy”.

“No, there aren't any excuses, you shouldn’t be so forgiving with us”, Steve mumbled against your temple, his lips soft and plump against your skin. “We need to make it up to you and even though our original plans are out of the window, we’ll start tonight and first thing in the morning tomorrow, we’re getting on that plane and getting out of here”.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face, feeling excited about the plans tomorrow but then you contemplated his words a bit more, sitting up slightly in his embrace so you could look him in the eye.

“What do you plan on starting tonight?”

Something flashed in Steve’s eyes, almost as if the iris had darkened, momentarily they dropped to look at your mouth before looking back into your own eyes.

“We have a very long list of ways to beg for our forgiveness and make it up to you”, Bucky then responded for Steve. Looking at the hulking man now, you could see that he too was looking between your lips and eyes, almost like he was ready to eat you whole. “And…we aren’t going to stop until you say the words ‘I forgive you’.

Words seemed to fail you for a moment as you knew what they were planning, knew from the hardening lumps in their laps, the suggestive glances with their eyes and oh the wicked words he was saying. Bucky was giving you the ultimate power, all you could want for as long as you wanted until saying those words and the thrill of being able to have sort of control had your insides clenching in arousal.

They moved almost as one as if they shared the same mind as each article of clothing was removed by your body, freeing you of the confines of the material. The two men remained fully clothed but loosened their ties and unbuttoned the top button.

Steve and Bucky then proceeded to utterly worship every inch of your skin and body. It was almost overwhelming with knowing where to aim your attention, with Bucky nibbling on your thighs or Steve licking the column up your neck. Your body heated at the touches, their hands stroking areas where their mouths had vacated, mixing between kissing, sucking and licking depending on how sensitive the area they were located. Then their teeth would graze you and cause your breath to stick in your throat in an attempt to beg and moan for more.

You wanted to touch them too, missing the way their muscles and abnormally warm skin felt under your soft fingertips, but for now, you were more than content with having their sole focus be on you. Savouring every sensation they had to offer, even down to the way their facial hair roughly scratches your delicate skin, only to be soothed by their wicked tongues.

Then Steve’s huge body is hovering over your mouth, lips only an inch away from touching yours once more but the glint in his eye, he was in the mood to tease as you tried to lean up to kiss him, only to have him move away, staying that torturous distance away. “Please kiss me”, you’re pathetically begging, already giving in to the desperation, wanting more than just his warm breath on your face that smelt vaguely of the coffee he’d downed earlier.

Steve’s full lips form into a smirk, fingers gracing over the skin of your shoulders, eyes subtly glancing towards Bucky where you can feel him kiss against your inner knee.

“I want to taste you”. Steve’s statement was said in such a smokey tone that your hips rolled just to be near that beautiful mouth of his.

Your boyfriends swapped places around your body. Bucky held up your upper half against his chest as Steve settled between your thighs already had a light soaking of your juices caused by their well-skilled foreplay. Watching Steve closely, admiring his handsome face for a moment as a slither of his blonde hair draped into his eyes, you wish you could have kissed him again, tell him how much you loved him but his next words had your thoughts consumed with something else.

“Do you want my fingers or my tongue?”

You released a heavy breath, mouth hanging open contemplating between the two before the smartest answer finally tumbled from your lips, “both”.

Steve seemed to like that answer as his face descended, along with his right arm. Not that you could see as Bucky then tilted your head back against his chest, dipping down slightly to thoroughly kiss you, tongue pushing between your lips, completely dominating you.

Bucky then absorbed every single moan and gasp into the kiss as Steve’s tongue delved through your folds, licking a strip the entire length, tasting your beautiful juices that he’d been craving for the past two weeks. As one tongue distracted you, whether it was your mouth or cunt, then the other would be stroking a certain nerve that had you twitching and praising the men surrounding you. Steve began to concentrate on your bundle of nerves, firming the tip of his tongue to move it in a slow, methodical circle before flattening his entire tongue and licking against it.

Your hands wound into his hair and with the scrunched-up position, your elbows pushed your breasts together, something Bucky noticed from the corner of his eye, his nimble fingers reaching around you to perk the nipples, tugging at the same time as Steve sucking your clit for a few seconds. You forgot just how much you loved the feeling of his metal fingers, so cold against the sensitive bud that he twisted and pulled.

Bucky pulled back from the kiss, wanting to hear the noises you were going to make and, seeing Steve’s fingers moving to tease your hole, circling the entrance a few times before pushing two of his rough long fingers within. “Ahhhh!” You groaned, back arching slightly wanting Bucky’s hands to cup your tits more whilst also, holding Steve close against your pussy.

“I will never get enough of you”, Bucky rasped, his eyes almost hungry as he continued to look down at your body wrapped in his arms.

You held his eye contact, feeling the coil tightening in your abdomen. “Don’t stop”, you choked, body tensing as Steve’s fingers steadily moved in and out, matching the strokes of his tongue.

The mafia boss chuckles, releasing your clit momentarily, “Oh baby, I’m going to fuck you until you’re too tired to even speak”.

The promise in his tone had you feeling such an intense thrill that your walls clamped down harshly around his fingers as you came hard, hips rolling against his face, Bucky also continuing to squeeze and play with your tits until the waves of pleasure subsided. The three of you remained in place, both men giving you a moment to catch your breath, enjoying the post-orgasm glow that graced your expression.

Then they were both moving, you weren’t sure where they were going at first until Bucky began to lie across the couch in the same position as Steve with your legs thrown over his shoulder and Steve was sitting behind you, holding you in an upright position. They’d swapped places and all you could do was look down at Bucky with wide eyes as he looked directly at your sopping cunt, “It’s my turn to taste, oh how I’ve missed this”.

He then swooped in to do exactly as he stated, his mouth devouring your cunt just as much as he had your mouth, his warm fingers pushing into your tight cunt, teasing the spongey spot within. Then Steve was tilting your head back with a firm grip on your jaw, biting his lower lip in anticipation before he too was taking your breath away as his mouth crashed into yours.

You could taste yourself on his lips, the scent of coffee completely gone and this revelation caused your body to heat further, finding it thrilling with how much of your juices he truly had lapped up. Steve’s big hands were then rubbing against your breasts, squishing them before teasing the nipples, each movement causing sparks of pleasure to go directly in between your legs to where Bucky was eating you out.

Your fingers were already in his hair, holding him there and helping to roll your hips against his face. You were already a little sensitive from the first orgasm, embarrassed to say that your second orgasm was already building with increasing pace, thighs trembling as you tried to not squish Bucky’s head.

It took only a few minutes and your eyes were rolling back, face dropping slightly, stopping the kiss from Steve so you could moan Bucky’s name. Your pussy clenched repeatedly around his fingers as he teased you through the entire orgasm, only stopping when your hips were jolting with overstimulation.

Bucky didn’t wait for you to catch your breath now however as he sat up on his knees, both arms wrapping around your body to pick you up, manhandling your body with ease. A second later, you found yourself kneeling on the couch on wobbly thighs, your body leaning over the back as Bucky pushed gently on your shoulders, forcing your arse to lift into the air.

Unsure where Steve was for a second but then you didn’t care as Bucky pushed two of his fingers back into your cunt, his large body standing directly behind you. He begins to fuck you, in and out with his fingers, positioned at his pelvis so from the front it looks like he was fucking you, and oh he was getting to that part soon but he just wanted to see you cum one more time before that.

The muscles in his arm flexed beneath his black shirt as he began to fuck you quickly with his fingers, your body automatically rolling back to meet him halfway.

“Do you like fucking my fingers?” Bucky huskily asks, staring down with wide eyes, the pupils looking almost completely black with lust.

“Yes, they feel so fucking good”, you responded, holding desperately onto the back of the couch.

Bucky held onto your hips, squatting slightly to have a better view of your cunt before he began to curl his fingers, gently tugging on them with each thrust, massaging directly against your g-spot. “That’s it, hot mama, let go for me”, he encouraged, knowing exactly what he was doing with his special trick as splashes of fluid began to squirt out of you, coating his arm and the couch but neither of you cared.

Your body was convulsing, thighs struggling to hold up your weight as Bucky was now fully kneeling on the floor again, his tongue sticking out to its fullest length to try and catch any of your squirts, groaning as flecks of liquid coated him.

You were cumming through this entire moment, the sounds of the sloshing from your cunt caused my Bucky’s fingers were like music to Steve’s ears as he watched you completely explode through your orgasm.

This time, Bucky allowed you a few moments to gather your bearings, gasping for air as you tried to sit up more, your arm and head hanging off the edge of the couch as Bucky licked his fingers clean.

You were exhausted that much was true but you’d been so touch-deprived over the last few weeks that you couldn’t help but beg for more. “I want you to fuck me”, you sighed over your shoulder at Bucky.

The man smirked devilishly, taking his sweet time to undress completely, also giving you just that little extra time to gather your senses, trying to ignore the wet feeling under your knees from where you’d soaked the couch.

Then there were suddenly hands on your hips, helping to push you back up as a long thick cock was rubbing at your entrance. “Bucky…”, you sighed as finally, his cock was stretching your cunt, the sensation was so much more intense after the long wait and thorough foreplay.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, Doll”, Bucky praised as you took most of his cock, there still being an inch that never seemed to fit.

A hand began to stroke a gentle touch across your cheek as Steve was suddenly in front of you. As Bucky began to fuck you with long, strong strokes, Steve caressed your phase in a praising manner, letting you know he was there and even giving his thumb to suck on, the stimulation of which was causing your cunt to clench around Bucky.

Reaching out with a lazy hand, you attempted to grab Steve’s belt, wanting more than just his thumb to suck, no, in fact, you could definitely say, you needed to suck on his cock right now.

However, you groaned in annoyance as Steve pushed away your hand. “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good”, he informed you as his large hand moved down your naked spine.

“But I want your cock so bad, please, I won’t ask for anything else ever again”, you exaggerated, knowing it was a complete lie.

Steve did too, even though he relented as he stood to his full height, “ok, Baby”. His fingers which were once inside of you, were now swiftly unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his belt and you watched in fascination as he began to undress. Fuck, his body was unbelieve, just as Bucky’s was over your shoulder. But then, all thoughts disappeared from your mind as you were suddenly eye level with the veiny, red hard cock of Steve, his voice low as he commanded, “Open your mouth for me”.

You do as instructed instantly, earning a soft stroke against your cheek in praise before he was resting his heavy tip against your tongue. His salty taste splashed around in your mouth, you swallowed harshly, wanting to taste more of him as you held your weight up with one hand, and the other gripped the base of his cock.

All the whilst, Bucky continued with his deep thrusts that also caused you to jolt forward, almost like he was doing the work for both of you as with each one, you were taking Steve deeper into your mouth. Your warm tongue was teasing the underside of his cock, taking special time to stroke against the area under the tip that had Steve gasping and holding the back of your head.

There were so many sensations going through you that you hadn’t even noticed that your eyes were closed until Steve spoke once more. “Let me see those eyes”.

Once again you did as instructed, opening your eyes to look at Steve. His eyes were flicking between what your mouth was doing and also watching the area where his friend was fucking into you.

“You look so good beneath me”, Bucky grunted, slapping his hips harder into you, his hold on your hips almost bruising but the mix of pleasure and pain was blissful. You gagged around Steve’s cock as he hit the back of your throat with the powerful thrust from Bucky, your eyes were instantly watering but Steve was quick to wipe away any tears that fell, whispering sweet praises down at you.

This was when Bucky licked his own thumb and began pressing it against your asshole, not pushing in straight away but allowing the momentum of his thrusts to slowly inch its way in. With the way you began to moan, the sensation vibrating around Steve’s cock, he knew you were loving it. Finally, his thumb slipped in and he stayed there, resting his other fingers on your lower back and almost using this as his grip to fuck you.

“You like sucking on his cock whilst I take you from behind?” Bucky asked, knowing you couldn’t verbally answer with your mouth full of Steve but the brunette smirked when he heard you groan in pleasure.

“You are doing so well”, Steve continued with his praises, the apples of his cheeks pink, mouth gaped open, releasing moans between his words. Bucky could feel you were adjusting well to his thumb, pulling it out and replacing it with the two fingers that he had been fucking you with earlier.

You felt so full in every hole, the sensation near overwhelming as you couldn’t prepare for the orgasm that consumed you. It took your breath away so much that you had to pull your face back and off of Steve’s cock to suck in air, a thin strip of drool connecting your lips with the tip of Steve’s glistening tip. “Oh baby, you’re drooling everywhere”.

Bucky had also paused his thrusts now, letting you calm down from the orgasm and the way your cunt was twitching around him, he nearly shot his load already. Attempting to sit up further on your knees, you looked up at Steve with a cock-drunk expression, eyes glazed, lips swollen and chin covered in spit.

“I want you both”.

Steve cupped your face, smiling slightly at you already forgetting about your declaration only moments ago that you wouldn’t ask for anything else. “Baby girl, we haven’t prepped you and it’s been nearly two weeks, you won’t be able to take us both”.

You make an annoyed face, “I can take it please! Please don’t say no to me!”.

Steve looks at Bucky over your shoulder, seeing what he thought about it and with the distraction, you purposefully clenched your cunt around Bucky’s cock, causing the man to curse and grip the globe of your arse in a firm grip.

“We’ll try but it if it hurts, we’re stopping”, Steve finally decided for the three of you and you couldn't be more thrilled, displaying a shit-eating grin across your face. Bucky was the first to move, snaking an arm around your waist and swapping the two of your position so that he was now sitting on the couch and you were practically sitting in his lap, your sweat-covered back against his toned abs.

Bucky was able to easily hold up your legs as the two of you watched Steve walk around the couch and stand between your legs.

Holding out two fingers under your mouth, you smiled before spitting onto his fingers. He smirked at your obedience, moving the wet fingers down to your asshole, and seeing as Bucky didn’t have a spare hand, he gripped his member, guiding it to your wet hole.

“Nice and slow”, Steve encouraged Bucky and you, watching your expression for any signs of pain as well as any tension that arrived in your body. However thankfully, you were so thoroughly aroused and had to couple of fingers from Bucky that it wasn’t painful. It did still take your breath away with how far you were being stretched but once he was past the thickened part of the tip, the rest slid in fine, even being able to take that extra inch with this position.

It was intense and you were thankful for the time they both gave you to adjust your ass was fluttering around Bucky as it tried to go back to its original size. “You’re doing so good for me”, Bucky breathes into your ear, kissing just below, showing his appreciation to you.

You nod to show that you’re good to carry on and Steve is lifting one leg next to Bucky’s hip on the couch, using it to position himself and gently ease his cock into your eagerly awaiting cunt, your juices naturally lubing his path.

The two of them began slow, mostly with Steve doing all of the thrustings, the sensation of his cock brushing against your walls and brushing against Bucky’s, even with there being a barrier, was enough to have you all moaning. But then Bucky began to tilt his hips up slightly, still holding up your legs in the process.

You’d felt full before but now, you were being stretched in all of the right places. Your hands rested around Steve’s waist, nails digging into his back as he moved at a steady pace, even though you didn’t need much prepping, you weren’t such that a hard fucking whilst being double penetrated would have been the best option right now.

Especially as with his perfectly timed strokes, you could feel every single drag of his cock along your walls and the way he rolled his hips meant that his pelvis brushed your clit. It was more than euphoric, feeling like you were constantly at the height of orgasm with everything being so stretched.

“Fuck, look at you, taking both of us like a good girl. Do our cocks feel good baby?” Steve asked in between pants, his body gleaming with sweat as he was trying to hold back his own orgasm but already knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Yes! Feels so good”, you babble, lead lolling back against Bucky’s shoulder, loving the feeling of being sandwiched between their hard bodies. “Want you both to cum inside of me”.

Hearing such dirty words from your mouth had them both groaning deeply, their thrusts deepening slightly, Steve’s hand now resting gently against your throat so all you could do was look up at him.

Bucky came first, his fingers tightening around the hold on your legs as his thighs tensed beneath you, hips fucking up once more, “ah fuck!”, was all he was able to grunt as he coated your asshole in his cum.

Steve fucked you a little harder as he stopped holding back his own orgasm, his lips parting, “Gonna fill you up baby, fuck - yes!” You didn’t stop the eye contact as Steve came, his eyebrows furrowing as he too stilled, his cock hardening with each spurt of his seed, it spilling out around his cock and dripping into Bucky’s lap.

Your body felt completely useless as Bucky eased out, more cum dripping out and mixing with Steves, and gently he simply moved you onto his lap, cuddly you close, keeping you warm as you all attempted to catch your breath.

A smile crept onto your face however as one thing came to mind.

“I forgive you both”, you admitted and truthfully, you’d forgiven them the moment they had dropped to their knees in front of you but it was nice for them to give you the opportunity to decide when you’d forgiven them. They both kissed your temple, smiling against your skin.

“Happy birthday”, they both whispered, causing you to chuckle at the late hour at which they were saying it but at least they didn’t completely miss the day.

Steve reached to the floor, picked up his trousers and found his phone, checking the time, not quite realising just how late it now was.

“Let’s get you to bed, we have an early start in the morning”, he informed the two of you as he began to stand.

Glancing down at your body, you tried to move your legs but all they did was tremble as you still hadn’t the full sensation back from how hard you’d been fucked. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk in the morning”, you joked to them both.

Steve chuckled, bending down and placing one arm under your knees and the other supporting your back, lifting you up and into his arms. “That’s fine with me, I wasn’t planning on you walking anywhere over the next few days, I’ll just carry you on the plane”.

You smiled giddily at his words, arms circling around his neck, feeling fucked and dazed as he carried you up to the bedroom, Bucky smiling at you over Steve’s shoulder as the three of you returned to the comfort of your own bed.

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers #mafia steve rogers #mafia au #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #mafia bucky #bucky smut #bucky barnes one shot #marvel smut #marvel one shot #mine*#request

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atlasxspeaks · 7 months

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Another silly headcanon for Spider (inspired by me finding all my baby teeth that my mom keeps in a box for some reason):

Every member of the Sully family has one or more of Spider's baby teeth. It starts all because of a misunderstanding.

Norm had told Spider that his front bottom tooth was set to fall out soon, something Spider didn't understand because Na'vi children don't lose their teeth. Norm skips over explaining that Spider once again is not Na'vi, and instead tells Spider to just bring the tooth back to Hell's Gate if it comes out while he's playing outside. When asked why, Norm and Max explained that he needed to keep his tooth so that the tooth fairy could come and give him a gift in exchange for his tooth.

Now, Spider has no frame of reference for anything that they're talking about. All his 5-year-old brain gets is that somewhere out there, there is a human who steals kids' teeth, and he's terrified.

Later that day, Spider goes careening through the forest and bursts into Mo'at's pod where everyone tends to eat lunch, yelling in broken Navi about a theft coming to take his teeth.

Jake immediately understands what he talking about, but he’s too busy laughing to properly explain. By the time he catches his breath, Mo’at, Neytiri, and the kids have both been thoroughly convinced that there is a theft among humans taking children’s teeth. In a rare moment of compassion towards the human boy, Neytiri assures him that she will protect his teeth. Jake decided not to tell them the truth and just let events play out.

Spider winds up losing his tooth later that day, roughhousing with Lo’ak, who takes great pride in telling everyone he will protect Spider’s tooth from this "tooth theft".

And thus brings the saga of the Sully family all coming into possession of Spider’s baby teeth (to keep safe from the tooth theft, of course).

Lo’ak gets Spider’s first baby tooth but winds up with 10 over the years (much to Kiri and Neteyam’s envy). To be fair, Lo’ak is responsible for most of them falling out anyway. He takes all of them after Spider loses his last one and weaves them into an intricate armband that he wears during festivals and special events to always have a piece of Spider with him.

Kiri has 3 of his baby teeth, the majority of which she keeps in a wooden chest she made for all her most prized possessions. The first one she got was one of Spider’s left upper canines that she wiggled out herself after nagging Spider about it for days. She used it as a charm on her anklet and never took it off.

Neteyam also has 3 baby teeth - all molars. 2 fell out simultaneously while Spider was eating Pali jerky. The first, however, fell out just before their first hunt. Spider had been wiggling it all night, and it fell out while Jake was checking their gear. Spider handed it to Neteyam, declaring that their hunt would be fruitful because that was his lucky tooth. Spider never shares what about the tooth made it lucky, but they both caught their first yerik that day, so Neteyam takes it with him whenever he goes hunting. After the humans return, he encases the tooth in amber into his bow, hoping that its luck will protect him in battle.

Tuk, Jake, Neytiri, and Mo’at each have 1, with Tuk getting the last baby tooth Spider ever lost. It was his left upper front tooth, and like Lo’ak, she was the cause of it falling out because she accidentally head-butted him while he was eating with a cannula. Thankfully, he didn’t choke on it, and now Tuk has it on her songcord, representing Spider as her brother.

Jake gets his tooth gifted to him by Spider after it falls out. It’s his other front tooth that Spider wiggled out himself and decided to give to the man because Lo’ak was annoying that day. Jake denies wholeheartedly that he cried afterward. He, too, adds it to his songcord on Spider’s 13th birthday, declaring that Spider is now a man since all his baby teeth are gone.

Mo’at has the second baby tooth Spider ever lost because she had to pull it out herself. Spider had fallen and chipped the tooth, causing extreme pain. Since Hell’s Gate has no dentist, Mo’at pulled the rest of the tooth out herself while Norm fretted behind her. Spider bounced back quickly, proudly showing everyone the new space in his mouth. Mo’at keeps the two pieces of Spider’s bottom front tooth and fashions them into earrings that she wears on his birthdays.

Spider gifts Neytiri her tooth, a small lower molar he lost while eating caramel that one of the scientists in Hell’s Gate made. He gives it to her for the human holiday called Mother’s Day but does it at the end of the day, right before Norm comes, to avoid rejection. Once he's older, Spider realizes he never saw the tooth again and figures she either threw it away or gave it to one of the kids to add to their collection. In reality, tucked away in a small box in their family pod, sitting next to the only picture Neytiri has of her sister, the last arrowhead her father ever made, and Jake's old dog tags, lies Spider’s baby molar.

#spider socorro

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horreurscopes · 2 years

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happy late 13th BIRTHDAY to the TRAGEDY of SPECIALEST BOY ever

little bit of pieta, little bit of the last supper, little bit of 90s nostalgia -- two months late with starbux but it’s DONE. been working on this here&there since 4/13 cause i really didn’t want my piece for homestuck’s historic 13th birthday to go die a slow death in my WIPs folder. (process video for this coming soon in my patreon).

whenever i feel too old to like homestuck i remember the children are 26 now and wouldn’t understand tiktok either. 90′s kids supremacy babey!!!!!!

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evertidings · 7 months

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happiest of birthdays to my baby N!! they (and everyone else) have been going through a lot in the main story so i thought i'd write a sweet little short for the occasion. you'll be able to see them in the game again very soon !

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"you think they're asleep?"

Blane peers over the couch, glancing at the three bodies splayed out on the floor and the fourth on the loveseat. "seems like it. [K] is a light sleeper though, so they might wake up if we talk too loud."

"but i don't want to move," [N] groans.

"we don't have to talk then."

[N] sighs, leaning back against the wall. "they can't be too mad when it's my birthday, can they?"

"well, technically it's not your birthday anymore," Blane points out. they flash one of their rare smiles, eyes crinkling at the edges. "did you have fun?"

[N] thinks about it. the celebration at work, the party that continued when they got back to their apartment to find K and Rylan there. the decorations that they'll keep up for at least a month. the party hat on Radar's head. the cake that [K] said was 'easy' to make, only to get exposed by Rylan saying they made three testers before they deemed it perfect. the text Blane sent at exactly midnight.

friday the 13th is usually an auspicious day, but not today. today is [N]'s birthday. and they're surrounded by their favourite people in the world. they'd nearly forgotten birthdays come with gifts they were so excited. [A] squished their cheeks and called them cute because of it. they're sure Rylan would've followed if [K] had not smacked them on the back of the head.

"more than fun," [N] says.

"good." a pause. then— "you know this isn't a one-time thing, right? we're not going to throw you a party once and then never again. i'll always be here for you and i know everyone else will be too."

[N] smiles. "yeah, i know. i'm jus—"

"can you two continue this conversation somewhere else? i know it's your birthday, Alves, but this is getting a little too sappy," K drawls.

Blane throws a pillow in their direction. "shut up. you're the sappiest of all of us."

"i think [A] takes that." K yawns, getting up. "can i take your guest bedroom, [N]? i'm too tired to drive back. i can help clean up in the morning."

[N] waves a hand. "go ahead. i don't mind."

"alright." K shuffles down through the living room, stopping at the entrance to the hall. "happy birthday again. i'm glad you liked the cake. i didn't mind baking so many, just so you know."

"sap," Blane taunts.

K rolls their eyes and disappears from view. [N] thinks Blane says something but they don't catch it, too busy thinking about their night. best birthday ever.

and here's to many more.

#drabble #n alves #interactive fiction

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glitchyko · 3 months

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I’ve decided to just go wild and start showing off my ocs and stories here that I’ve had in my brain and have made art for, even if they make absolutely no sense, starting with my oc that arguably makes the least amount of sense, but I still love her despite that, Xiǎodàn

To explain what’s up with Xiǎodàn, she kind of started as a sort of silly what if thought I had that went something along the lines of, “What would happen if someone was like, born in the scroll?” I’m not sure how to explain it, but before I knew it I was just running with the idea and Xiǎodàn is the result of that-

I’m still working out some of the details of Xiǎodàns story, but I have a sort of general idea of her backstory and her family’s to an extent

So this story starts with Xiǎodàn’s mother, Xīcai, who was a celestial maiden, though she was only a servant/attendant, nothing too grand or special. But she was forced into assisting in a crime (this is one of the things I’m still thinking on) and was caught and sentenced to be imprisoned in the memory scroll, however her punishment was reduced to be only temporary since it came out that she wasn’t helping of her own free will

But when Xīcai was eventually released from said scroll, two things were different about her now, one being her divinity was taken away from her (this was part of her punishment) and she was pregnant-

To explain that Xīcǎi, falls in love with a man who is a apart of the ink scroll (he’s the memory of someone else, I don’t really know how to explain it, ink scroll stuff is hard to explain, but basically he’s not the actual guy, but a memory of him) and stuff happens from there that leads to Xīcai to be expecting when she’s freed from the scroll

So now that she’s a mortal woman, and soon to be a mother, Xīcai works her ass off building a life, getting a home and job and integrating into the mortal realm and raising her daughter, who she named Xiǎodàn, and her daughter looks and acts completely like any mortal human kid would

That changes after Xiǎodàn’s 13th birthday

One day, Xiǎodàn noticed on the very tip of her middle finger, was a small black mark, that no matter how much she scrubbed and wiped it, wouldn’t go away. And with each day that passed, that black stain quickly got bigger and bigger and more appeared as well, and within a month or two, she was basically an ink person, though unlike the ink demons shown in s4, her body has more physicality, she’s got flesh, bones, etc, and her body doesn’t stain everything it touches

So while Xīcai is trying to figure out what to do about her daughters transformation and who she can go to for help, Xiǎodàn stays home and in her room most of the time, since she can’t go outside with her current appearance, cause of this, she’s grown incredibly lonely since she can’t see or talk to her friends in person now, the only person she can talk to face to face is her mom. One day at some point she’s just curled up in her room, and she mutters how she just wants someone else to talk to, before pressing her face into her knees, unaware of drips of ink on the floor slowly coming together and forming a small puddle, until a figure starts coming out of said puddle

It turns out Xiǎodàn can summon Inky (that’s what she calls the protective curse/ink MK) and de summon him whenever she pleases-

In a way Xiǎodàn is kind of like a walking scroll, she can create/summon ink people, but she can’t imprison people in the scroll (maybe she could if she had a piece of the scroll but I’m still deciding on this)

Xiǎodàn is not super eager to trust this ink monkey person who appeared in her room, and Inky isn’t super keen on trusting her either, though they are very curious about what exactly Xiǎodàn is and what she could be capable of, since she was able to bring them out of the scroll without a having a piece of it, and Xiǎodàn summoning inky and talking to them does make her wonder what exactly can she do (inky helps spark her curiosity) but she doesn’t tell Xīcai about this because she doesn’t want her mother to worry or freak out, and Inky advised her not to. So Xiǎodàn sort has Inky as a secret friend, summoning when she just wants someone to talk to about whatever.

One day inky is summoned by Xiǎodàn, and inky notices some bags are being packed and asks what are those for, and Xiǎodàn explains that her mom says they’re going to go to a city called Megaopolis to meet someone Xīcǎi says might be able help her, and when inky asks who, Xiǎodàn says he’s called the monkie kid and Inky just quietly says with a smile, “Interesting…”

And that’s all I’m gonna share for right now, I know this oc and this story don’t really make sense when you think about it, and there’s things I still need to decide on, but I wanted to share these here cause why not

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 4 months

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[CN] Li Zeyan’s 2024 Birthday: Former Times Date (Eng Translation)

“Perhaps, from the moment we met eighteen years ago, fate had already quietly written our today.”

“Li Zeyan, it was your appearance that made me start to believe in the existence of fate.”

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 昔年约会, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡

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【Prologue】

As soon as I arrive at the main entrance of the Riverside Plaza, I notice a woman in professional attire walking towards me with quick steps.

??: Miss MC, hello. I’m Wang Yi from the Publicity Department of the City Hall.

MC: Hello, Miss Wang.

After shaking hands with each other, I take out a pre-signed agreement document from my tote bag and hand it to her.

MC: I’ve already signed the temporary usage agreement for Riverside Plaza’s venue. Please have a look.

She efficiently flips to the last page, confirms the signatures, and hands me a temporary access ID card along with a map of Riverside Plaza.

Wang Yi: I’ve already taken care of informing everyone involved and have reserved the time you’ll be needing.

Wang Yi: On January 13th, there won’t be anyone bothering you here, except for the patrol staff.

MC: Really, thank you guys so much.

Wang Yi: No worries. Director Chen mentioned you have very important memories here… and besides, you are the main person in charge of the promotional video for Riverside Plaza.

Wang Yi: In terms of both emotions and reason, this little help is nothing.

It’s not until I watch her departing into the distance that I begin to earnestly take in the recently completed Riverside Plaza before me––

The use of minimalist lines sketches out several strikingly modern structures, while in the not-so-distant surroundings, an artificial mountain rises, cloaking everything in front of me in lush greenery.

Such a strong contrast momentarily makes me forget what the park where I first met Li Zeyan looked like.

MC: I wonder what his reaction will be when he sees the drastic transformation here.

Saying this, I lower my head to look at the bag full of birthday gifts I’ve brought, and a smile slowly spreads across my face.

MC: But no matter what, Li Zeyan, I’ll definitely make you happy~

Just as these words leave my mouth, my phone in my pocket suddenly rings. I take it out, only to see the familiar avatar unmistakably displayed on the screen.

Smiling, I answer the call and start speaking even before he can say anything.

MC: Hehe, I was just thinking about you, and here you are calling. What’s up~?

LZY: A certain dummy hasn’t made a peep all day, and I’m a little not used to such quietness. What are you up to?

MC: Ah~ Turns out someone was missing me.

Grinning, I sling the “gift bag” over my shoulder and head inside, chatting as I walk.

MC: Me?... I’m preparing a birthday surprise for you right now~

The voice on the other end of the line clearly freezes for a moment, followed by soft laughter.

LZY: How come you’re not keeping me in suspense this year?

MC: Because your birthday happens to be on the weekend this year.

MC: Since we don’t have anything else in our itinerary, you must know that I’m planning a surprise for you!

MC: So, there is no point in keeping you in suspense. I just need to work hard to not fall short of your expectations~

My eyes crinkle into a smile, and I halt in my steps. Then, I take out one of the gift boxes and place it under the bench in front of me.

Just as I’m mulling over where to hide the remaining gift boxes, Li Zeyan’s voice sounds once again, his tone neither too soft nor too heavy.

In the winter breeze, this voice inexplicably brings me a touch of warmth––

LZY: Dummy, you don’t need to work so hard.

LZY: As long as you’re around on that day, it doesn’t matter where we go or what we do.

LZY: Because the most important thing has been by my side for a long time now.

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【Chapter 1】

MC: Happy Birthday!!

Early in the morning, the second I hear the sound of movement coming from the bedroom, I immediately burst in, carrying the cake with Pudding accompanying me.

Li Zeyan, who has risen from the blanket, watches us as we shower rose petals on him, his eyes widening slightly.

After processing the situation, he laughs somewhat helplessly.

LZY: A certain someone disappeared early in the morning; turns out she was preparing a surprise.

MC: Judging by the birthday star’s expression, bet you must have been shocked by my surprise, huh~

Hearing this, a glint of teasing surfaces in his eyes.

LZY: Indeed, you did give me a good scare.

LZY: I even thought someone was “breaking in.” [1]

MC: Well, I’m certainly gonna hijack all your unhappiness today!

He smiles and pulls my randomly flailing arm, hugging me to his side. Then, he glances down at the cake in my hands.

LZY: Looks like my stomach has already been hijacked by you first.

LZY: You squealed me out of bed at twelve a.m. for a bowl of longevity noodles, and now you want me to eat cake?

MC: These are all my blessings~

At this moment, Pudding suddenly reaches out his paw, lightly smearing a bit of cream on Li Zeyan’s face.

Seeing him momentarily frozen, I can’t hold back and burst into laughter.

MC: Haha, our Pudding is also wishing you a happy birthday~

LZY: After being with you for so long, even he has become more childish.

MC: It’s only natural for a family to become more and more alike~

He nods contemplatively. Then, he bends down and gently nuzzles against me, leaving a cool sensation on my face.

MC: Whoa! Why did you pull a sneak attack on me?

LZY: You said it yourself – it’s only natural for a family to become more and more alike.

Even though his tone is composed, a twinkle of amusement betrays his eyes. The overlapping laughter and soft cream melts and spreads in the sweet-scented air.

After washing up, he slices a piece from the cake and doesn’t forget to put the reddest strawberry in my mouth.

LZY: Your blessing tastes good.

LZY: So, what’s your plan for taking me to do later?

Smiling, I wink at him.

MC: Haven’t you heard? The construction of the Riverside Plaza is already complete~

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MC: The next time we come here, it will be called “Riverside Plaza.”

Ten months ago, the park where Li Zeyan and I first met when we were kids was slated for redevelopment by the city hall and was soon to be incorporated into a large urban public space – “Riverside Landscape.”

Before the construction began, we returned there once again after several years.

The park, dust-laden in memories, had remained almost unchanged in its original appearance. It beckoned to us from across the long years.

MC: Though, don’t you think the park seems to have gotten a bit smaller…

Holding Li Zeyan’s hand, I repeatedly measured the size of the sandbox with our footsteps and couldn’t help but feel a sense of incredulity.

MC: I can’t believe it only takes a dozen steps to make a circle now. I remember how I could play the whole afternoon in the past.

LZY: It indicates that a certain dummy has been particularly engrossed in playing this game since childhood.

MC: Well, you’d still be next to me and watch me play~

MC: Speaking of which, thankfully, this little me had big dreams.

MC: That’s how I could become your one and only best friend among so many kids in the entire park!

Hearing my exaggerated tone, he seemed unable to hold back a small laugh.

LZY: That’s your standard for a “big dream?”

MC: Of course! Zeyan gege was so cool back then, and he never seemed to rashly make friends with others. [2]

MC: Mm-hmph, but if I had known you were a kid without dreams, I might not have played with you!

LZY: …who said I didn’t have dreams when I was a kid?

The next second, seeing me immediately cast a curious gaze his way, he seemed to stop talking somewhat regretfully.

I kept swinging his hand, adopting an expression that vowed not to give up until I heard the answer. After waiting for quite a while, I finally got a soft sigh of compromise from him.

LZY: You can listen, but you have to hear the premise too. It was just a casual remark I made when I was little, not exactly a serious dream.

MC: So, you were playing coy earlier. But if CEO Li doesn’t say it today, he won’t be adorable anymore! Tell me, tell me~

LZY: …Pianist.

My eyes widen for a moment, picturing Li Zeyan playing the piano, and I can’t control my eyes crinkling as I smile.

MC: Hahaha, even CEO Li had such a whimsical dream!

LZY: [extremely helpless laugh] I told you, it was just something I said without much thought when I was a kid.

MC: But when I imagine how you’d look in a tailcoat, it does quite suit your temperament.

MC: So, when we return home today, will I be fortunate enough to hear the playing of the Grand Pianist Li?~

LZY: Nope.

MC: Oh, c’mon, just play it casually; even just putting on a show would be fine too.

LZY: [helplessly amused tone] Your current dream is not small at all, I must say.

Our light-hearted, trivial laughter and chatter scattered throughout the park, and in a trance, we brushed past our childhood memories.

We strolled aimlessly, and when the curtain of twilight fell, neither of us uttered a word about leaving.

It wasn’t until we saw the construction vehicles approaching from a distance that we tacitly cast our gaze for one last time at this piece of land.

MC: I wonder what this little park will turn into the next time we see it?

LZY: If you’re curious, let’s come and check it out together once it’s completed.

His voice was soft, but he spoke with sincerity.

LZY: In any case, its finest appearance has already been preserved in the passage of time.

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[Tidbits]:

[1] It’s a small nod to his 2nd birthday date, where MC “broke into his house” to surprise him LOL, though this time it wasn’t necessary b/c she lives here haha~

[2] don’t think I need to again; still just a reminder– MC used to address Li Zeyan as “Zeyan gege” when they were kids. For those unaware, when a Chinese girl addresses a boy as gēge (an intimate term of address), if not used to address her own older brother, she’d use it to address her boyfriend~ and the reason it got both Victor and MC flustered the first time they reminisced in Preference SP~ It’s similar to how oppa (in KR) and onii-chan (in JP) works in cases like this haha~ (//∇//)

You can refer to this post for more details: ♡♡

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【Chapter 2】

In the damp winter haze of the south, two interconnected artificial mountain ranges embrace the brand-new Riverside Plaza.

The lines of modern architecture in the square appear to escape from the shackles of steel and concrete, blending seamlessly with the natural landscape.

I take a satisfying deep breath, allowing the fresh air to instantly fill my nostrils.

MC: Looks so much more beautiful than before.

LZY: The concepts for this renovation are very new, and the execution on the ground is pretty commendable.

LZY: But I recall that this place will only be open to the public around mid-year.

MC: Yeah, you’re right. But it’s your birthday today, so it’s perfectly normal for magical things to happen~

Seeing my wink that hints at my intention to keep it a secret to the end, he helplessly raises his eyebrows.

LZY: A certain someone seems to be leveraging her personal connections for me a lot recently.

MC: If it weren’t for CEO Li’s help along the way, I wouldn’t even have the small network I’ve built up today.

MC: “Always think of its source when you drink water”-- it’s but a fundamental principle in life.

LZY: [laughs softly] Does your fundamental principle also include sweet talk?

MC: This is called the use of some rhetorical devices to convey a heartfelt expression. Every word of mine is sincere~

Amidst the laughter and chatter, as we approach the place where I had placed a gift in advance, even my footsteps gain a little excited spring.

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3… 2… 1 –– I silently count as I lead him around the corner, and a delicate gift box appears on a bench not too far away.

I discreetly sneak a glance at the person next to me and see that he seems to be in a daze for a moment. Soon after, he quickly catches on, and a smile of realization spills out from the corners of his lips.

LZY: Looks like a certain someone has already been here in advance.

MC: After all, this place holds very special meaning for us. But more importantly, it’s your birthday today~

MC: Since we have the opportunity to acquaint ourselves with it once again, I want to create some new memories that belong to us~

With the expectation in my gaze, he opens the gift box–– inside is a bottle of wine labeled with the year he was born.

MC: Hehe, your first gift is a red wine meticulously selected by MC~ It’s the best-tasting one I selected among many wines!

LZY: Does a certain someone’s idea of the best taste mean it’s “very sweet?” [3]

MC: Huh? How did you know…

A barely imperceptible curve graces the corners of his lips, though he doesn’t reply to my question.

LZY: So, did you just say this is the first gift?

It’s only now that I remember something, and, akin to presenting a treasure, I pull out a gift map.

MC: That’s right~ There are still nine more gifts scattered in the streets, waiting for their owner to bring them home.

LZY: You’ve prepared ten gifts for a single birthday? [4]

MC: Uh-huh. After all, my feelings outweigh these gifts by far, but at the very least, the figure gives a hint, right~

Seeing me use my hands and feet to gesture exaggeratedly, he laughs in spite of himself and takes hold of my hand.

LZY: [gives a precious laugh] Well, let’s hurry up then. I don’t want a certain dummy’s feelings that are lying scattered to wait for too long.

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MC: Jeez…

As I watch him retrieve the final gift box straight from the ice cream parlor, my eyes widen in astonishment.

MC: How did you do that?

LZY: It’s not difficult to guess a dummy’s thoughts.

Noticing a glint of complacency flicker in his eyes, I pout a little, unwilling to resign myself.

MC: If you’re really that good, then take a guess at what’s inside the gift box?

LZY: What if I guess correctly?

MC: In that case, you can put forward any conditions you please~

He lowers his eyes to the gift box, and soon, a hint of interest curls at the corners of his lips. Watching him muttering to himself irresolutely, I swiftly regain my complacency.

MC: I knew it! How could you possibly guess~

LZY: Is it a flipbook comic?

MC: …!

I find myself rooted to the spot in incredulity, falling into serious contemplation.

MC: Seriously? I drew this at the store, so there’s no way I could have accidentally filled in the wrong recipient’s phone number…

MC: And, I intentionally didn’t bring it home… so, there’s no chance you could have seen it beforehand!

MC: Weird, how on earth did you figure it out?

He gives me a playful look, then turns the side of the gift box towards me.

A label reading “Hand-drawn Flipbook Comic” is prominently affixed on it.

MC: …how could you cheat!

LZY: You said it yourself–– the birthday star has the final say today.

He laughs candidly, opens the gift box, and takes out the comic book.

As he slowly turns the pages, the changing sequence of images gradually brings a story to life.

The soccer ball that came flying knocked down the sandcastle. Faced with the girl’s loud sobs, the boy was flustered and at a loss for what to do. Finally, he quelled her tears with a pudding.

Probably because the girl always had something to say, and the boy was always willing to listen–– as a matter of course, the two naturally became playmates.

Seeing that an unforeseen accident took place and caused the two to lose contact, Li Zeyan slows down his pace of flipping the pages.

During that prolonged separation, the girl, just like him, grew up well in her own world.

When his fingertips turns the final page, a sunshower drizzles down without warning, bearing witness to their reunion on the sidewalk of fate. [5]

With yearning, his gaze lingers on the page for a long, long time, as if he is looking back to that day through the paper.

MC: It’s a bit of a pity; this was already the thickest book in the store. I originally wanted to continue drawing more into the future.

He looks at me, his gaze deep.

LZY: We already know how the story unfolded after that.

LZY: As for the story that will unfold in the days to come, we will know that, too, as time goes on.

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[Tidbits]:

[3] It’s a nod to a term MC often uses for Li Zeyan– “世界第一甜李泽言” (world's sweetest Li Zeyan) and the nickname CN fans have for him 李甜甜 (Sweet Li); which is also discussed in the call for this date that she wanted to choose a wine that fits him the best and apparently drunk texted in the process LOL.

[4] Guess all Li Zeyan stans know the significance of the number “10” ahah the source of all angst, but in the light of this date, it’s also a nod to Li Zeyan’s age when he and MC first met.

[5] Likely not necessary LOL, but a refresher anyway — it’s the reference to S1 CH 1, the impending car crash and their fated reunion ahah— ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

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【Chapter 3】

MC: I hereby declare that the gift-finding mission is a complete success!

Watching me dancing for joy and ticking off the last empty space on the list, Li Zeyan can’t help but break into laughter.

LZY: Obviously, I’m the one who received the gifts, but you seem even happier than me.

MC: Because once again, your reunion with this land has been branded with my mark!

MC: No matter how that little park’s appearance may change, whenever this place crosses your mind, you will always think of me!

LZY: [laughs helplessly] Dummy, thinking of you has never had anything to do with time or place.

The next second, as if a realization has struck him, he lifts his gaze to meet mine.

LZY: But how come you didn’t place any of the gifts in that little park?

I scratch my head and unfold the map of Riverside Plaza to show him.

MC: With the artificial mountains they’ve built along with so many public structures, the topography here has changed dramatically.

MC: I couldn’t figure out the location of the little park…

MC: Perhaps it was leveled to the ground, or it might have become a part of the mountains, or maybe we’ve just passed right through it.

As he listens to my conscientious conjectures, a soft chuckle escapes from the corner of Li Zeyan’s lips.

LZY: As expected, you dummy.

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MC: Does the venue usage agreement also include riding the cable car…

As the cable car slowly ascends, I flip through the thick agreement in surprise.

But before I can find the relevant clauses, my eyes are captivated by the gradually unfolding panorama of Riverside Plaza.

Emerald water and azure stones breathe in and out the refreshing breeze, embracing modern architecture and blending into a highly artistic urban landscape.

MC: It seems like the blessing of the birthday star’s halo really makes things magical, huh?

MC: Then, if I get closer to you, perhaps I can catch some of your magical aura.

As I speak, I snuggle even closer to him, crashing into his gaze fixed on me.

LZY: Even if the halo does exist, it wouldn’t spread through such childish methods.

MC: Well, you never know, and you––

The next second, he leans down and silences my unfinished words with a kiss.

LZY: [in an adorably serious tone] The success rate should be higher with this method.

Seeing him making jokes in a deadly earnest tone, I can’t help but burst into laughter.

LZY: If a certain dummy keeps giggling, she might miss the place she’s been yearning for.

MC: Huh?

Seeing him lift his chin slightly, I look perplexedly to the left side of the cable car.

In the next second, I spot the small park within the construction enclosure of the Urban Construction Group.

The sense of familiarity hits me right in the face, leaving me astounded and frozen in place.

MC: I can’t believe it’s still here… is it that they haven’t gotten to renovating this area yet?

LZY: Take a closer look.

With my eyes, I trace over the landscape before me, overlaying it with the images in my memory.

The old soccer field from the past has now taken a brand new appearance, incorporating the previous open space and expanding to at least twice its original size.

Meanwhile, the small sandbox seems to have become the best viewing area to watch the game, nestled inseparably against the edge of the soccer field.

MC: It… has been preserved?

LZY: Mm.

LZY: In the future, whenever you want to visit, it will always be here.

All my uncertainties vanish into thin air, and even the excitement turns into a sense of reassurance.

The unexpected surprise makes it impossible for me to resist turning my gaze toward that small area; I can’t seem to get enough of it no matter how many times I look.

The cable car ascends a bit more, and on the construction barrier previously obscured by tree shadows, an inverted triangle symbol that I couldn’t be more familiar with comes into view.

MC: Huh? Isn’t that the logo of LFG?

In my bewildered gaze, he nods.

LZY: I mentioned to you before about the collaboration between LFG and Urban Construction, and this is the project.

MC: So, you are the one who preserved it?

LZY: I was indeed involved in the decision-making process.

LZY: However, the redevelopment plan originally called for a youth activity area, so we retained the outdoor park and added more activity spaces.

I nod thoughtfully, but as I look at the small sandbox, I can’t shake the impression that it doesn’t really fit in with the surroundings.

Seeming to notice my trance, he speaks first.

LZY: [extremely softly] My selfish desire did indeed take part in this.

LZY: Since the soccer field was already being preserved, there was no reason why the sandbox shouldn’t be preserved as well.

MC: Even if it doesn’t quite fit the planning requirements?

He gently lowers his eyes, remaining silent, but the upward curve at the corner of his lips seems to have long declared the answer.

Partiality towards someone that causes a person to break the rules is always a source of joy, and I am no exception.

It’s just that being loved can subtly give rise to greed, making it impossible to resist the temptation to seek more confirmation from him.

MC: But… didn’t you say before letting it be preserved in the passage of time is enough?

The moment my probing gaze meets the light in his eyes, everything is laid bare in his knowing smile.

LZY: Even now, I still believe that time always leaves its traces.

LZY: But you seemed so unwilling to part with this memory.

He pauses for a moment, gazing gently into my eyes.

LZY: [IN THE GENTLEST POSSIBLE TONE] So, if you wish to seek the traces of time, I can preserve the entirety of time for you.

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【Chapter 4】

As the sky gradually imbues with darkness, the cable car reaches the end of its journey.

The words Li Zeyan said just now still linger in my ears, filling my entire heart with elation.

His love is omnipresent, allowing me to crash into it and be embraced by it at every turn, no matter where I casually roam in this world.

I want to hurry up and bring him to the destination; I want to present him with my surprise and give him all of my heart; I want to make him as happy as I am in this moment.

With this in mind, I pull him by the hand and start running in small steps.

His question echoes from behind, sinking into the night again, but I don’t say anything, only smiling at him.

We run all the way to the river side and spot the bubble house coming into view from afar. Quietly, I press the light control switch.

The dreamlike lights embrace flowers, fine wine, swaying candles, balloons and fireworks… At this moment, my innermost feelings seem to spill onto all the existences in the world.

MC: Happy Birthday, Li Zeyan.

Saying this softly, I look up to find his gaze and see his slightly dazed eyes illuminated brightly by the flowing light. But his eyes seem to be infinitely more resplendent than the moonlight.

LZY: When it comes to creating surprises, no one can ever surpass you.

He allows me to lead him by the hand and walk into the “bubble.” Then, he watches me as I take the cake out of the mini refrigerator and light the candles.

The candle flames dance, causing those eyes that have always been fixed on me to become even softer.

Drowning in his eyes, I softly breathe out a relaxed sigh.

MC: To be honest, until I arranged everything here and set up the gifts, I wasn’t entirely sure if this would be a good venue for your birthday celebration.

MC: Upon coming back here again with you today, I suddenly realized…

MC: Perhaps, from the moment we met eighteen years ago, fate had already quietly written our today.

MC: We just didn’t know it back then.

We didn’t know that we would lose each other, and then we would meet again after going around in circles.

We didn’t know that we would be so favored by fate, becoming such important parts of each other’s lives.

Li Zeyan, it was your appearance that made me start to believe in the existence of fate.

You’re such an incredible person that all my yearnings and adoration seem to naturally and rightfully find their way to you––

Becoming my unique and unmatched destiny.

I lift the cake towards him, as if holding my heart full of sincere wishes in my hands.

MC: The cake from the morning was pawed on by Pudding, so it could no longer shoulder the important task of making wishes.

MC: I hope this unblemished cake can hold all of your wishes.

He solemnly accepts all of my heart and sincerity, gazing at me for a long time, so long that the candle burns down another inch.

LZY: From the very first second of today, I’ve been blessed by a certain dummy with all of her heart and soul.

LZY: The old place where I met you in the past, today has given birth to new memories, all because of you.

LZY: Life wasn’t all bad before I met you.

LZY: But it wasn’t until I was constantly thought of, cared for, and loved by a certain dummy day and night that I realized the happiness fate had bestowed upon me was a million times greater than I could have ever imagined.

LZY: Once a person has known happiness, they will naturally want to preserve everything the way they are indefinitely.

LZY: This is my wish.

He gazes at me with an earnest and profound expression in his eyes, and then he blows out the candle.

MC: Hmm… although I really want to promise you this––

MC: But I’m greedier than you. I want every day of yours to be happier than the one before.

MC: I want to make you the happiest person in the whole world.

He gently lifts my hand and draws me into his arms.

LZY: You already have.

LZY: So, accompany me to an even longer and more distant future, and let’s witness the surprises fate has already written.

In a daze, my memories drift back to the day we first met when we were kids.

Just as I was certain back then that he would show up with a pudding for our rendezvous, at this moment, I am equally sure that I will accompany him to that future.

I gaze at him and nod emphatically.

Beneath the starry sky, we eat cake and drink wine, laughing and making clamors for a while, and then we just cuddle together quietly.

We let time silently slip away before our eyes, because it feels as though as long as we can be just like this, it’s enough to make us happy.

It’s not until the moon quietly shifts its position that the winter night brings with it a nip in the air.

Probably sensing that I’m a bit cold, he enfolds me in his arms, gently rubbing my hands until warmth blooms in them.

But he still appears a little uneasy, his brows creasing into a slight frown as he looks at my light clothing.

LZY: The weather is too cold; let’s go home.

MC: Since it’s a birthday celebration, it’s not considered over until the very last second.

I shake my wristwatch at him; there are still more than twenty minutes until the new day.

Probably because I’m being a bit too insistent, he can do nothing but hug me even more tightly, letting his body heat encase me.

Vaguely feeling a sound of helpless sighing on the verge of escaping above my head, I hurriedly press my finger against his lips gently.

MC: The birthday star is not allowed to sigh!

LZY: [IN THE MOST ADORABLY PLEADING TONE] I’m worried that you might catch a cold.

MC: I’ve got a solution.

I stand on tiptoes and kiss him. Then, resorting to my old trick, I take his hand and pull him along for a run towards the outside.

MC: Let’s run around, and we’ll be warm in no time!

But this time, after being taken aback for a split second, he steps ahead and overtakes me, pulling me along and leading me to run forward.

There’s something even more enchanting beyond hugs and kisses, and that is – lovers sprinting through the silent night.

The night is so thick with darkness that it engulfs any sense of direction, and I find myself momentarily uncertain if we are running toward the past or moving forward into the future.

Or perhaps, all along, we’d constantly been running towards each other in every passing moment.

Perhaps fate is not willing to treat such a fervent and sincere love unkindly, and so in the boundless night, a winding piano pathway unfolds before us like some kind of miracle.

We both freeze for a moment, then look at each other with a hint of delight.

LZY: Walking on the same path with a dummy, I guess a person is bound to run into surprises along the way.

Stepping onto the pathway, I hear a “clink” sound, so I hop a few more steps, and suddenly, the air is filled with tinkling noises.

I turn around, smile at him, and pull him onto the pathway.

MC: The journey to becoming a grand pianist can take various forms, and the one before us right now seems like a pretty good one.

The next second, I feel a force on my lower back, and I fall into his arms.

LZY: [THE OVERWHELMING JOY IN HIS VOICE x1] Well, in that case, dance with me.

The entire world resonates with the sounds created by us.

We hold each other tightly in an embrace, stepping on the musical notes flowing from the black and white piano keys.

As the notes intertwine, I close my eyes. Suddenly, I have the feeling as if I’m in a magnificent concert hall, playing a tacit ensemble with the person I love the most.

MC: How does it feel to have your “dreams” come true, my grand pianist?

LZY: [x2] This moment is far superior to any dreams.

MC: Then, how about allowing this moment to become a little more joyful?

As I speak, I gently lift his hand and twirl around with the dance steps.

The notes that do not form a melody fall into our hearts, giving birth to an unparalleled sense of fulfillment.

I find myself unable to resist looking at the person in front of me, only to find him gazing at me tenderly.

MC: Are you happy?

MC: I seem to only remember wishing you happiness, but I haven’t asked you yet. Are you happy?

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Hearing the girl’s question, Li Zeyan is momentarily caught off guard.

Amid the disorderly notes, they dance with steps that keep getting tangled time and again, laughing together like two dummies.

Perhaps as long as she just stands there, her presence alone will make everything in front of him lovely, making it impossible for him not to be happy.

So, he nods.

LZY: [the overflowing joy in his tone here literally broke the last surviving barrier of my tear flood] Hm, I’m very happy.

Happiness doesn’t seem to be that difficult. After all, thanks to her, it has become a presence that is attainable at his fingertips almost in every second of every day.

It’s just that when a person becomes accustomed to the existence of happiness, they will naturally grow reliant and insatiable.

“So, hold her hand tightly, until the end of time,” — he thinks to himself.

The girl in front of him checks the time, announcing loudly that the hour hand is about to usher in a new day.

4, 3, 2, 1–– along with the countdown, she leans into him and wishes him “Happy Birthday” for the last time today.

Almost instinctively, he leans down and kisses her.

For all the years to come, may every sunrise and sunset be as perfect as this moment.

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【Anika’s after-notes】

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jackharloww · 1 year

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“mommy made a big wrong.”

Summary: Reader may or may not have forgotten Jacks birthday.

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You woke up with the biggest headache this morning, Grace had walked into the room and woken you up. The night before you had arrived from Australia and the jet lag was no joke, and being pregnant it made It a lot worse, you barely even know what day it was. You knew Jack needed the sleep so you took Grace and got out of the room.

You put on the TV on low volume for Grace to watch in the living room while you made the both of you breakfast. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich for Grace and a ham and cheese sandwich for you. You both cuddled up on the sofa with a blanket over you as you ate and watched TV.

What you didn’t know was that Jack had woken up when Grace got in the room, but pretended to be asleep. Today was the 13th of march and you had a tradition where the birthday kid gets to sleep in while the rest of the family comes in with a cake and sing happy birthday in bed. Jack didn’t want to ruin it by waking up, so he stayed in bed waiting for you and Grace to come. He had accidentally fallen back to sleep and woke up after an hour, but still no cake and no song. He waited another 20 minutes before looking at the date on his phone. It was indeed the 13th and he had received some birthday messages. He sighed and got up from bed, he heard the sound off the TV and saw you and Grace sitting on the sofa laughing at something that happened in the movie. He furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed his eyes while he walked up to you.

“Good morning daddy” Grace jumped up from the sofa and ran to her father. He picked her up and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning my angel” He walked up to the sofa and sat at the other side of it, barely acknowledging you sitting there. He usually gave you a good morning kiss.

“Good morning babe” you said happily “We’ve already had breakfast, but I can make you a sandwich if you want” you smiled at him.

“no it’s fine” he shook his head and quickly glancing at you before putting his focus on Grace. “Did you sleep good baby?” he asked her as she nodded before climbing of his lap to grab Carrot that had fallen down from the sofa.

“I woke up with the biggest headache this morning, jet lag is no fun” you chuckled and waited for Jack to respond. He just nodded and hummed before getting up from the couch,

He walked to the kitchen, turning on the water kettle. You wondered why he barley said any words to you, maybe he was just tired. You got up and walked up to him. He was making himself a sandwich as you stood behind him and put your arms around his waist, your small bump putting a little space between you.

“I told you I could've made you one” you mumbled against his back, planting a gently kiss on it. He was wearing his white tight T-shirt. He didn’t say anything, he just continued making his sandwich.

“I like that shirt on you, you look handsome” you let go of him and stood beside him to get a better look.

“I know” he smirked and walked away with his sandwich. You stood there for a few seconds wondering what could've gotten him in such a bad mood. It’s probably the jet lag and the lack of sleep, he’s had a lot going on these few days so you didn't want to push it. While Jack and Grace sat in the living room just chilling, you started to unpack all of the bags and cleaning around the house.

Jack saw you walking with a big box to your room and immediately came after you “Can you stop?” he asked annoyed

“With what?” you asked him, confused at what he was talking about

“You have to be careful, You have my son in there” he grabbed the box from you arms. “You don't have to clean now, just go sit down or whatever” he rolled his eyes as he went to put the box in the room.

“I’ll be in the studio” He said as soon as he came back, he bent down and gave Grace a kiss and then started to walk away.

“The studio? Now? You should be resting” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Nah, I’d rather be down there” he answered and continued to walk away to his home studio. You just shrugged and sat down to play with Grace for a while.

After about half an hour you heard a few knocks on the door. You weren't really expecting anyone so you wondered who it could be. You peeped out from the windows to see Maggie standing outside. You hurriedly walked to the front door with Grace in tow, excited to see her grandma.

“Hi Maggie, come in” you gave her a big hug as soon as you opened the door.

“Mama Maggie” Grace exclaimed and lifted her arms for her grandma to pick her up.

“Why haven't you gotten dressed yet young lady” Maggie playfully scolded Grace as she was still in her pajamas and messy hair.

“Why? What's up? you chuckled, confused as to why Grace had to get ready.

“I’m here to take Grace…” she looks around and whispers ”Didn’t you make birthday reservations?” You looked at her like she was crazy.

“isn’t it tomorrow…?” you carefully asked, afraid to hear the answer

“Oh no its today love” Maggie gave you a gentle smile, seeing the shocked expression on you face.

“Are you serious?” you whispered, receiving a nod, “That's why he's been in such a bad mood today” you exclaimed, finally getting why Jack was being so standoffish.

“Well you still have the reservations don't you?” Maggie asked, trying to make you feel better.

“I do” you said, rubbing your bump “ugh he's probably so annoyed with me right now” you sighed

“Was wrong mama?” Grace asked, seeing you stressed.

“Its dadas birthday today baby, and mommy forgot about it” you felt the guilt creeping up on you and you felt like the worst wife ever. You had planned this day for awhile, you talked to Maggie about taking care of Grace and you've had his present and everything.

“mommy made a big wrong.” Grace noted, but stretched out her arms for you to grab her. You did and she gave you a hug “Is okay mama, jus say sorry”.

Maggie got in and helped you with getting Grace ready, she changed her and fixed her hair as you got her overnight bag ready. Thankfully It didn't take that long.

“And we’ll be expecting you tomorrow for lunch right? Me and Grace are going to bake him a cake” Maggie said as they both put on their shoes and jackets to go out. “Of course, thank you so so much Maggie” you hugged her tightly

“No need to thank me love, you know we love having Grace around” she smiled at you.

“Grace you wanna go say bye to daddy?” you asked her receiving eager nods. You grabbed her hand and walked with her to Jacks studio, carefully opening the door. He was sitting on his chair in front of a computer listening to different beats. He turned his head at the sound of your footsteps and quickly turned his head back around. You heard him sniffling “baby?” you carefully say

“mhm?”

You leaned down and looked at him “are you crying?” you whispered, not wanting Grace to get worried.

“No, you know I have allergies” he clears his throat “what’s up?”

“Your mom came to pick Grace up, they've missed her” you gave him a gentle smile. His eyes looked so sad it made you feel even more guilty about forgetting what day it was. He just nodded and got to pick up Grace and give her a hug. You grabbed your phone and tried to make sure you had the reservation, which you did, while Grace and Jack had their moment.

“Have fun baby” he kissed her cheek, Grace hugged him tightly and whispered a tiny “happy birthday daddy” He looked at her surprised and felt his heart getting warm. His mom must’ve told her he thought and hugged Grace even tighter “I love you baby girl” he said. “I love you too daddy” she gave him a kiss and then he put her down, before returning back to his chair watching you both walk out to Maggie. He let out a loud sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.

As soon as Maggie and Grace left, you returned to the studio. You opened the door and walked in, not even earning a glance from Jack. You walked up to him and turned his chair around before sitting on his lap. He put his arms around you to support your body, and looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Happy birthday” you gave him a small smile,

“Its about time” he mumbled, rolling his eyes at you

“I’m sorry, It totally slipped my mind that today was the 13th” you told him, bringing a hand up to hold his face, making him lock eyes with you.

“Baby you got to believe me,I don't want to make excuses but with the jet lag and pregnancy brain I didn’t know what day it was today” you sighed, you felt him starting to rub your hip with the hand that was around you, finally showing you some affection.

“It’s fine” he sighed

“But it’s not, I'm sorry I didn't mean for this to happen” you explained yet again

“You’re right its not, it did make me irritated. But I don’t blame you babe. Jet lag can be a pain in the ass” he chuckled and you felt relieved seeing his beautiful smile. He tucked a hair strand behind your ear and leaned in for a soft kiss. “I forgive you, don’t feel bad” he kissed you one more time.

“Get dressed we have a reservation” you pulled away and got up from his lap.

“How fast did you get that?” He laughed

“Babe, I just forgot today was the 13th. I’ve had this planned for a while now. That's why your mom picked Grace up” you explained

“So you do love me?” he pretended to be touched, putting a hand to his heart and wiping fake tears away.

“of course I do silly” you stood on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss, before the both of you went and got ready for your night.

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uchihabbynic · 1 year

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Trafalgar Law x Fem! Reader - Domestic Life ♡

content: SFW, married life with Law and you’re expecting a baby! so, mentions of pregnancy obvi, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, very brief mentions of Corazon & Law’s backstory.

a/n: This is the most self-indulgent thing i’ve written in a super long time. So in love with him 🥺 this one’s for you my love! @jordyn-degas 💕

The delicate fragrance of cherry blossoms consumed your senses as you gently swayed in the wooden chair that sat on the front porch of you and your husband's shared home just outside of a quiet springtime island. Carefully cradling your baby bump - images of playtime, late night feedings and soft giggles filled your mind; soon overshadowing the memories of harsh seas and brutal battle wounds you were once accustomed to.

You were thankful that your husband Trafalgar had retired from pirating and had settled in nicely to domestic, married life with you. It was all still a bit strange when you thought about your ex-Warlord husband now becoming a family man when the two of you often lived every day with the thought it could very well be your last.

The idea of raising a baby shook Law to his core. It was never something in the cards for him as he was just thankful to have made it past his 13th birthday but seeing the way his usually stoic face cracked into a face-splitting grin the moment you told him the news, you were thrilled to embark on this next adventure with the love of your life.

“Fresh air treating you well, love?” Law questioned as he stepped outside onto the front porch next to you, the colorful wooden front door slamming behind him.

You smiled up at your husband whose heavily tattooed hand was now outstretched in front of you; steel gray irises peeking down at you from underneath the brim of his signature hat. You interlock your fingers with his and with a sigh, stand up with Law’s assistance; your other hand never leaving the prominent bump.

“Yes!” you said cheerily. “Thank you for buying us this house, Law. We really needed something of our own, now that the baby is almost here.”

Law cracked a small smile and gently placed a firm hand on his daughter. “You two deserve only the best; besides, The Polar Tang was no place to raise a child.” Law momentarily reminisced about the submarine that got him and his loyal crew through many battles.

While it wasn’t ideal to sell the Polar Tang, his crew understood wholeheartedly why he had to. However, this didn’t come without gut wrenching sobs from Bepo the day Law said goodbye to his trusty ship. Life was quickly changing and retiring meant letting go of the past to make way for this next phase.

The moment you tried to step foot off the porch and into the grassy field below, Law scooped you up in his arms bridal style and began down the path into the city. “Law, what do you think you’re doing?” annoyance written all over your face as you lay cradled in your husband's arms.

“Did you really think I was going to let you walk all the way to the shops on your own?” Law huffed, still holding you close to his chest. You involuntarily rolled your eyes in response at how overprotective your husband was being.

“I can walk just fine, thank you.” You sighed dramatically, now petitioning to be let down.

Law scowled, unamused that you wouldn’t let him carry you the entire way. Law was naturally protective in his nature, but ever since he found out that you were pregnant, the way he’d occasionally hover over you almost became insufferable. Perhaps, it was the doctor in him but you often had to remind your husband that you were capable of doing things on your own.

“Have it your way.” Trafalgar said with a shrug. He knew better than to argue with a heavily pregnant woman and decided not to protest against your wishes.

As you and Law made your way into town, hand in hand, you managed to find last minute baby essentials at a few small boutiques. Digging through the shopping bag with excitement evident in your eyes, you held up a cream colored dress with tiny hearts embroidered all over.

“What a steal! Cora is going to look so cute in this!” you gushed, holding the small article of clothing up to your husband's face. This was completely uncharted territory for Law and shopping was his least favorite activity but he knew how important this was to you and decided to entertain your excitement for new baby clothes.

“Absolutely, dear.” Law had such a soft spot for you that it was impossible for his heart not to swell seeing you prepare for the baby. He knew you’d be such a great mother, much like the one he’d lost many years ago and found himself trying to hide the blush on his cheeks and his embarrassingly cheesy grin in the collar of his jacket.

“Remember, Nico-ya asked that we be back at the house by 3pm, so we’ll need to wrap it up here soon.” Law reminded you as he was fully aware of the surprise baby shower the strawhats were planning for you in the backyard.

“Of course hun, let’s just stop at one more place?” You sported the best set of puppy dog eyes you could, knowing that Law wouldn’t be able to resist you. With a groan, he nodded his head and grabbed your hand, letting you lead the way to the final shop.

As you approached a small, locally owned boutique called The Pink Hippo, your eyes were immediately drawn to a fluffy white stuffed polar bear sitting in the window, one that looked similar to your real life friend, Bepo!

“Law, look!” you pointed eagerly at the stuffed animal. Law couldn’t help but chuckle, noticing the resemblance between the toy and his ex subordinate.

“Do you want to get this for the baby?” he asked, staring at you, only to be met with that beautiful glimmer in your eye he absolutely adored. With a nod, you pulled Law inside and grabbed the toy from the window and immediately went to stand in line. Today was a day where you splurged a little, not limiting yourself to how many Berries you and Law had originally budgeted out for.

15 minutes had passed and the line hadn’t moved an inch. A searing pain shot through your lower back causing you to hiss. Law snapped his head to look at you, startled by your outburst. Law placed a gentle hand on your lower back, rubbing small circles in an attempt to soothe your pain.

“Y/N-ya, do you need to sit down?!” Law said in a quiet whisper, sounding slightly panicked but quickly composed himself to ensure he could support you in the way you needed.

“Shit, yeah.” you groaned, now rubbing your own back. “I’m going to sit on that bench outside and wait. I’ve been standing for way too long.” Law was hesitant to let you leave his presence but he knew that letting you rest was what was best for you at that moment.

When you managed to waddle outside and plop down on the nearest bench, giving your back and ankles a rest - Law didn't hesitant to stick his head out far enough to check on you through the shop window as the line slowly began to shuffle forward. He’d worked hard to simply survive and overcome many trials just to get to where he was at today and he’d be damned if he let the best thing to ever happen to him slip through his fingers.

No sooner than you got settled, awaiting your husband’s return from the boutique, you heard shuffling in a nearby alleyway. Your head snapped over your shoulder to check if anyone was lurking nearby but nothing out of the ordinary caught your attention. With a shrug, you turned back around assuming that you’d clearly just been hearing things. Moments later, you felt a cool, metal blade pressed firmly against your neck from behind. You immediately cradled your stomach and went into “Mommy Defense Mode”. You did everything you could to stay calm and not agitate the assailant.

“Do what I say and no one has to get hurt.” The deep voice croaked out from behind sending chills down your spine. You squeezed your eyes shut cursing yourself at your current state because any other time, you would have sprung into action and kicked ass, however; now that you were carrying precious cargo, you weren’t left with many options of defending yourself.

“Stand up, bitch!” The man boomed, still pressing the blade taut against the skin, now grabbing hold of your arm. “I know you had quite the bounty on yer’ head, so, I could sell a pretty thing like you.” The attacker snickered; evil dripping from his tongue.

Goosebumps pricked your skin and tears stung the corners of your eyes as you felt foreign hands all over your body, desperately trying to drag you away until a familiar voice instantly soothed your discomfort.

“ROOM!” With his fingers spread in front of him, a large blue sphere appeared, encapsulating you, Law and the attacker. Law’s heart felt like it’d burst seeing another pirate’s grimy hands all over you. He cursed himself for ever taking his eyes off of you.

“SHAMBLES!” With no time to think and a flick of the wrist, Law used his Ope Ope no Mi ability to swap the blade against your neck with a flimsy wooden stick. The attacker's eyes practically bulged from his head when he saw the way in which Law quickly disarmed him.

“Y-You’re … You’re …” The man stuttered, eyes full of fear, having immediately recognized the Trafalgar D. Water Law, notorious ex-pirate and Warlord. While he was no longer an active member of the pirate community, Law was iconic and had made a name for himself in the New World and all across the seas. Any low level pirate would be stupid to mess with what was his, especially if they didn’t possess even a fraction of the Haki that Law did.

“You scum!” Law screamed, gray eyes staring into the pirate’s own like daggers. “Attacking my pregnant wife?! How DARE you!” Law’s voice boomed throughout the city streets causing a vein to prominently bulge from his forehead.

The attacker scurried away with his tail between his legs, having quickly realized that he fucked with the wrong woman. Sweat beats raced down Law’s face as he ran to accompany you. His heart felt like it’d burst as he replayed the scene that just occurred in his head.

“Y/n-ya! Are you ok?! How’s the baby?!” Law frantically spewed question after question as he carefully examined you from head to toe. You buried your head into your husband’s chest, sniffling and trying to regain your composure. The amount of stress you experienced wasn't good for your little bundle of joy and so you knew that it was time to go home.

“I- I’m a little shaken up, but I’m fine.” you managed to squeak out. “Thank God you came when you did.” Law frowned, angry with himself that you ended up in danger the moment you were left to your own devices. Law kneeled down and wrapped his arms around your midsection, for once - not caring that you were in a public setting and placed a gentle kiss on your belly.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you two …” he said shakily, breathing still clearly accelerated. “I couldn’t live with myself had I not protected you.”

You could see the worry in Law’s glassy eyes as he finally peered up at you over your stomach - an emotion that rarely came through, which caused you to pull your husband to his feet. You reached up and carefully cupped his cheek, sideburn tickling your fingers and pulled his face down to yours.

“I love you. Thank you for always protecting us.” You whispered loud enough for only your husband to hear and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

In an ordinary scenario, Law wouldn’t allow such an intimate moment to transpire outside the confines of your shared home but given the fact that he almost lost you and his child in the blink of an eye, he let himself melt into the sweet kiss.

“Let’s get you home, y/n-ya.”

After a long shopping day in the city, you were grateful to be approaching your home that sat just over the hill. Laughter and music could be heard the closer you got to your home which caused you to turn to Law, with a confused expression on your face.

“Law, what’s going on?” you asked, now approaching your front door, zoning in on the melodic tunes of Brooks' violin and Luffy’s boisterous laughter from around back. “I’ve had enough surprises for one day…”

“The strawhats put together a little something for you … I just couldn’t oppose it.” Law explained. “Go change into something nice and meet us in the backyard.”

You shot Law an annoyed glare, taking offense that he’d asked you to change. “What’s wrong with what I have on?!” you yelped. The pregnancy hormones were fierce and let’s face it, it’d been hours since you’d eaten so you could feel yourself getting angrier by the moment.

“Nothing, dear.” Law calmly reassures you. “I just figured you’d want to be a bit dressier for photos.”

“Fine.” you huffed as you walked inside to change. Law walked around back to see what exactly the crew had put together. Luffy immediately spotted Law and jumped up from where was sitting.

“Tra-guy!! Congratulations!!” Luffy cheered, with both fists in the air. Law cringed and buried himself into the collar of his jacket at the way Luffy put all the attention on him.

“Can we at least wait for my wife to get out here?!” Law grumbled, knowing Luffy meant well but hated being the center of attention in a crowded space.

Looking around the crowd of his loud and lively guests, he just knew you’d appreciate being around your friends after the shockingly eventful day you’d just had.

You finally settled on wearing a beautiful pink floor length gown, with sleeves that expertly hung and clung off the shoulder gripping you in all the right spaces, highlighting the adorable bump you’d worn for the past 8 months. As you smoothed your dress, you took a deep breath and made your way to the back deck, unsure of what shenanigans you were walking into.

As you swung the door open you were greeted with an array of blush and ivory colored balloons, confetti, a “It’s A Girl” sign, a huge buffet of food and all the smiling faces of your fellow Strawhats and Heart Pirates.

“There she is!” Usopp happily spoke up and pointed in your direction as everyone’s heads turned, taking notice of the sparkly white grin plastered on your face. The space was filled with so much love and adoration, your heart felt as though it’d explode.

“Y/N-swannnn! You look absolutely radiant, darling!” Sanji cooed with heart eyes as he outstretched his hand towards you and held a plate of hor d'oeuvres in the other. Law grumbled and pushed Sanji’s arm out of the way, taking your hand instead and carefully helped you down the stairs.

Robin and Nami both gathered, ‘oohing’ and 'aahing’ over how pretty you looked in your dress. “You look absolutely beautiful, dear.” Robin gushed as you followed the girls to a nearby table.

“We have tons of food, y/n! Come get it before I eat it all!” Luffy cackled obnoxiously as he continued to shove his face with a stick of meat.

“-And booze!” Zoro piped up, as he slurped from the giant barrel of sake that he brought from his personal stash. Nami rolled her eyes in response, “She can’t drink that, idiot!” she said, sounding exasperated dealing with the boys all afternoon.

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the way your crew mates all gathered together to celebrate the life of your new baby. As exhausted as you were, you felt you owed it to your friends to hang around a bit and enjoy the celebration they worked hard to put together.

“Let’s start with opening gifts everyone!” Chopper yelled, jumping up and down ensuring that he gained attention from all the guests.

“Here, Y/N, open mine first.” Chopper said sweetly, handing you a perfectly wrapped gift box.

As you and Law took your respective seats in the “Mr and Mrs” chairs, the gifts began piling in at your feet. As you tore into the gift box, your face lit up to see that Chopper had gifted the baby a small pink hat adorned in an “X” and small brown antlers.

“Chopper, this is adorable!” you beamed, as the small reindeer climbed upon your lap. Chopper’s cheeks turned bright red at the compliment. “You really love it? I had it specially made!” Your heart was so full seeing how enthusiastic he was about his present.

“Of course! The baby is going to love it! Thank you!” You gave chopper a small pat on the head to which he did a small happy dance where he sat.

“Your compliment doesn’t make me happy at all!” The embarrassed reindeer quipped back causing you to chuckle softly before jumping off of your lap.

“Yohohohooo!” Brook hurried over with a small box in hand and gently placed it on your lap. “You’re going to love what I got the baby, y/n!” The skeleton said, absolutely. This time, you handed the gift to Law allowing him to open some gifts.

“Here, how about you open this one, love?”

“I suppose I will.” Law replied as he peered down at the small box now in his hands, meticulously unfolding each corner of the wrapping paper. Luffy snorted and scooted closer, now becoming impatient.

“Oi! Tra-guy! What’s the hold up?! Let’s see the gift already!” Luffy piped up, sticking his nose right next to Law’s face and outstretching his arm in an attempt to snatch the present. Law grit his teeth and snarled; you could practically see the smoke billowing from his ears.

“Idiot! Knock it off!” Law grabbed the gift once more, prying it from Luffy’s fingers. Nami eventually stepped up in the midst of the commotion holding her head.

“Both of you stop it! You’re ruining this moment for y/n!” Nami yelled at the two boys who clearly shared half a brain cell, desperate to get the focus back on the gift reveal. Nami’s voice echoed, causing Zoro to abruptly wake from his nap, where he was peacefully resting under a cherry blossom tree, with all 3 swords posted up next to him.

“Can’t a guy squeeze in a nap around here?!.” Zoro grumbled under his breath as he settled himself back down under the fragrant tree that bloomed all year round. Nami and Law shot him a death glare, wondering why Zoro even bothered showing up to begin with.

As Law finally opened Brook’s gift, a chorus of praises rang out as a tiny music box was pulled from the carefully wrapped box. You and Law had said your thank you’s as the gifts kept pouring in from all sides. The baby shower really ended in a success as you were truly spoiled - the food, the games, the good company; It all made you take a moment to look around and see how much love your precious daughter was being born into. The crew that you’d fought endless battles and gone on mind blowing adventures with had shown up for you once again when you needed them the most and for that, you were forever grateful.

2 months later -

Quiet whimpers turned to an ear-splitting shrill cry as baby Cora had awoken from her sleep. Now only being a month old, you were trying to adjust to life of new parenthood and boy, was this a challenge. However, the last 30 days had been filled with a newfound tenderness and warmth as Law delivered your healthy baby girl in the comfort of your home.

You peeled your heavy, tired eyes open, rapidly blinking to adjust to the darkness of your bedroom but before you could lift your head off the pillow, Law had already sat up in bed next to you, ready to attend to his daughter.

“Go back to sleep love, I’ll grab her.” Law whispered, the tiredness in his own eyes more evident than ever before. Having dealt with insomnia his entire life, being awake at all hours of the night was certainly not uncharted territory.

You mumbled something about the breast milk being prepped in the fridge as your head hit the pillow once more and that was all he needed to hear before Law carefully scooped up the little girl and cradled her, carrying her to the kitchen.

As Law prepared the milk for his daughter, he couldn’t help but stare at her in awe, heavy emotions consuming every fiber of his being. Looking down at the beautiful baby girl who wore a pile of messy black hair and eyes to match her mothers, he felt his heart skip a beat.

How could he make something so tiny and precious? Him. The Surgeon of Death. It all felt so surreal as he swayed the infant ever so slightly, attempting to soothe her cries.

Images of Corazon flashed in his mind, causing a tear of his own to form. The man who raised him, gave his life so that he could live was his constant motivation for being the best father he could be. In moments where he doubted himself and his ability to be nurturing in the way babies needed, Cora-san was always the angel on his shoulder cheering him on, giving him silent encouragement to keep going and he knew that if he could see him now - having made it to 30, married and thriving as a father, that he would be so proud.

A single tear dropped as Law stared down at his daughter who was now happily suckling milk with her eyes gently closed and a tiny hand wrapped around his tattooed finger. Tender moments like these are one’s he cherished and wished would never end.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you, little one.” Law’s silky voice cracked, finding himself choked up and in admiration of his creation, he planted a single feather like kiss on the infant's forehead, enjoying every bit of this newfound domestic life ♡

tags: @unsuretater-simp

#trafalgar law #trafalgar law fluff #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law sfw #law one piece #one piece one shot #one piece fluff #domestic life #strawhats #corazon

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l-e-e-woso · 2 years

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Masterlist

Started: 13th October 2022

Last Updated: 24th Febuary 2023

Total Fics (so far): 32

Who I Write For

Footballers X Reader

Mapi León

Oh...F*ck...ow

Ah Sh*t

Couple Goals

Will you, Mi Amor?

Alessia Russo

You should wear that more often

Found Out | Coming soon

So Caring | Coming soon

Big Stage | Coming soon

Good Look | Coming soon

Unfortunate | Coming soon

Leah Williamson

Meeting The Fam

Euros Love

Marriage

Married Life | Coming soon

I Did Want To | Coming soon

Don’t Leave Me | Coming soon

Song 4 U | Coming soon

Worth It | Coming soon

Jess Park

Finally

Like My Own | Coming soon

Ella Toone

Mic’d Up

Lovely Morning | Coming soon

Alexia Putellas

Please Mi Amor

Caught Red Handed

Caught Read Handed Part 2

Mierda

She Said Yes

Nala

Damn...your stunning

Touchy Feely | Coming soon

A Holiday! Finally | Coming soon

Plus One | Coming soon

Nobody Knows | Coming soon

Moving | Coming soon

Emily Sonnett

That’s a lot of People

Ouch | Coming soon

Guro Reiten

The Looks

Number One Supporter | Coming soon

Really?! Wow... | Coming soon

Clàudia Pina

Oh My God…

Georgia Stanway

So Annoying…

Fouled | Coming soon

Esme Morgan

Do It | Coming soon

Lauren Hemp

Forced Confession

Janine Beckie

Change Of Plans

Ellie Carpenter

Come On Then | Coming soon

Lauren James

Cute | Coming soon

Fridolina Rolfö

Talented

Chloe Kelly

May I?

Pernille Harder

The Love of My Life

Niamh Charles

Wasn’t The Same

Lucy Bronze

Damn Baby

Corrupt System | Coming soon

Ona Batlle

I Can’t Help It

Trends | Coming soon

Alex Greenwood

Not How I Planned

Millie Bright

Cheffin’ It Up | Coming soon

Teams X Reader

Barca Femeni

Dios Mío

Couples

Keira Walsh X Lucy Bronze {Wonze}

Date Night | Coming soon

Reunited | Coming soon

Leah Williamson X Alexia Putellas

Unexpected Lovers | Coming soon

Footballers X Original Character

Leah Williamson

Coming Out to Mother | Coming soon

My Birthday | Coming soon

Mapi Leon

She’s My Mother

Unwanted | Coming soon

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ma1dita · 2 months

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jo's birthday event!

helloooo! i turned 23 on march 13th, so in hopes of ignoring my waning existence and time on this earth, i’ll be hosting an event open until march 23 so i can celebrate with all my online friends woot woot

the collection (ongoing)

this event is pertinent to the following characters (that i’m in the mood for atm, unless you can convince me otherwise):

luke castellan, the marauders, regulus black, weasley twins, spencer reid, steve harrington, zuko, jet, sokka, farleigh start (bro im scared to write him but i want him bad)

for luke requests, i'll take anything for the trouble!verse too!

drop the following emojis into my inbox:

🐥 drop an ask for a short blurb/headcannon! send me a prompt and i’ll get to work as soon as i can (check requests for guidelines -> will write fluff, smut, angst, crack)

🍯 describe your favorite character, yourself/your oc, and an aesthetic/color & i’ll make you a moodboard (can cater to one of your fics if you send me the link)

⚡️ tell me a scenario/link a fic about you & your favorite character & i’ll tell you what song it reminds me of <3

🥂 send me an ask about anything you want! come chat, be my friend—tell me unpopular opinions, tell me how you perceive me, fmk, movie recs, even about your day, i’m here for ya!!

hope you enjoy or else i'll look real stupid if so 🫨 i'll do my best to get them out as fast as i can xoxo, jo

EVENT CLOSED!

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#luke castellan x reader #marauders x reader #spencer reid x reader #farleigh start x reader #atla x reader #steve harrington x reader

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sigritandtheelves · 9 months

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All Along, Like Fire (Part 7)

FINAL PART!

Mature | 3.4k words | MSR, AU

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October 13, 1995

Mulder sat alone in his apartment, head in his hands, staring at the floor and thinking. Diana was gone—her things gone, most of the furniture, even the crock pot his mother gave them for their wedding. He wanted to believe that all of this wasn’t his fault, but he felt like a failure for the way their marriage had ended. And for the decisions he’d been forced to make because of it. At his feet was a lone cardboard box of photocopies, the most important documents he was able to salvage. It was the all he had left of the X-Files.

His clothes were also boxed up, along with his books, his trophies, his diplomas and knickknacks. Tomorrow morning, a moving truck would arrive, and he would say goodbye to this place forever. He wasn’t sorry. Just sad, a little ashamed. He’d let Diana make a fool of him here, let her seduce truths out of him while he was blindly manipulated for years. He’d planned to sulk alone until it was time to load the truck, but a knock on the door startled him. He opened it to three familiar faces.

“Well well well,” Frohike said. “If it isn’t the spooky birthday boy on Friday the 13th.” The little man shoved a bottle of Jack Daniels into Mulder’s chest and pushed into the apartment.

“Happy Birthday, man.” This from Langly who toted three pizzas, which he tossed onto the coffee table. Byers echoed the sentiment, carrying a mysterious white box under his arm.

“What are you guys doing here?” Mulder asked, not unkindly.

“Couldn’t let you sit alone on your birthday, could we? We’ve got a lot to celebrate.”

“We do?”

Frohike was digging around in the kitchen cabinet for glasses, but they were almost all packed away. He settled for a quartet of coffee mugs and plastic novelty cups. “Yes! Imminent divorce and new beginnings! Fighting the good fight!” He carried the dishes in and passed them around.

“We’re gonna miss you, Mulder,” Byers said. “But we all agree this is a good step. You can do some really good work this way.”

“Then why do I feel so crappy?” Mulder poured shots of the Jack Daniels into the mismatched cups.

“When’s the last time you saw Scully?” Langley asked, flipping open the first pizza and digging in for a slice.

“Last week.” Mulder frowned.

“Well, there’s your answer. Cheers.” Frohike knocked mugs with Mulder and threw back a shot. “All in good time, my man.”

Mulder downed his shot with a wince and reached for a slice of pizza. “What’s in the box?”

Langley waggled his eyebrows. “Goodies,” he said.

“Open it up,” Byers tapped the lid of the unmarked container.

Inside were several gadgets, one of which looked like a large gray brick, and at least two bulky phones with fat antennas.

Byers explained, “Those are hacked satellite phones that will connect from anywhere. They’re essentially untraceable and should hold their battery for several days between charges. Good for off-grid work.”

Langley was too excited to wait for him to ask about the brick. “And this one’s a hacked satellite modem. You’ll have internet no matter how remote you are. New tech, definitely not consumer hardware.”

“So you can stay in touch,” Byers added.

At the bottom of the box was a new laptop, which Mulder was sure had a range of nonstandard additions and upgrades.

“And we’re gonna come out to visit,” Frohike said. “Soon. Maybe this winter if that’s okay.” If Mulder didn’t know better, he’d think the man was choking up. He was touched, and another wave of sadness washed over him.

“Thanks guys,” he said, voice thick.

—

San Diego, CA

The warm California air made Scully think of her childhood—fond memories with Melissa on base housing, sticky summers when freckles appeared on all the Scully children’s noses. She drove up in front of a small house that was so like the one in which she’d spent those years. She double checked the address against the one on her paper; it was right, though she couldn’t imagine this unassuming abode as the site of any secret research. There was a small garden out front, wind chimes hanging from the porch roof. She breathed in deeply. There was no reason not to go in now except the terrifying thundering of her heart and the sense that there was no going back after this. She opened the driver’s side door and got out.

On the porch, she was greeted by two unsmiling men—not hired muscle, she thought. Maybe doctors in plainclothes to blend in with the suburban atmosphere. They wore khakis and polo shirts and the looked around, suspicious, before letting her in. Beyond the foyer, the inside of the house couldn’t be any more different than its outside. It was sterile, white, and filled with beeping machines and medical equipment.

“This way,” one of the men said. He led her up the stairs to the second floor landing, where a woman in scrubs was backing out of a room, closing the door behind her. The man led Scully to the left, to an open bedroom door that was just as sterile, just as white as the downstairs. Here, though, a crib sat in the corner—also white—with a mobile of farm animals hanging over it. In the center of the room stood Diana Fowley. Scully’s eyes ping-ponged between the crib and the woman she didn’t trust at all.

“Agent Scully,” Diana said.

“Not anymore.”

The other woman’s mouth twitched into a smile. “Right, of course.”

“Where is she?” Scully’s heart was pounding, and she wouldn’t allow herself to think about what—or who—was behind the other doors of this nightmare suburban experiment.

“In the crib,” Diana said, stepping aside to let Scully see. “She’s sleeping.”

Scully took three steps closer. She couldn’t breathe. As she approached, she saw a tiny figure in a onesie covered in stars, little fingers curled into fists on either side of her auburn head. “Oh my god,” she whispered.

The child looked perfect. She moved her lips into a subtle dreamy frown, and her long lashes lay against pink cheeks. Scully bent over to lay a hand on the baby’s chest, to feel the movement of her steady breathing and the tiny flutter of her heart.

“You can pick her up,” Diana said. “She’s yours now.”

Tears were blurring Scully’s vision. She tried to blink them away, but one slid down her cheek. She swiped it quickly. “And she’s well now? She won’t get sick?”

“She’s healthy,” Diana confirmed. “But she’s chipped. Like you are.”

A brief wave of anger flared through Scully, but she swallowed it down. She knew what she’d bargained for. She’d accepted the price. She brushed a finger against the baby’s cheek, and the child turned into it, as though seeking out comfort. “Does she have a name?”

“The nurses were calling her Emily, so that’s the name we put on the paperwork. You could change it, but that might take some time.”

Scully shook her head. “No,” she said. “No, I like Emily.” She couldn’t imagine giving up a single minute with this baby for the sake of another hoop she’d have to jump through. She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat, then reached both hands into the crib to scoop the child up. Emily wrinkled her little nose and let out a whimper, but didn’t wake. Scully held the baby against her chest, buried her nose in the impossibly soft skin of her neck, her downy head.

“Hello Emily,” she said, and closed her eyes against the enormity of it.

—

Traveling with an infant was a new experience for Scully, and not easy while alone. She was terrified that the baby would stop breathing in the back seat while they drove, that she’d be too hot, too cold, too hungry. But little Emily seemed happy enough, and slept for much of the first day’s drive. Scully had bought a pack-and-play, formula, bottles, and diaper packages in two sizes. Instant motherhood was even more frightening than leaving the job she’d worked so hard to prove herself in.

At a rest stop in Santa Rosa to change the baby and get some caffeine, Scully discovered something hard buried in the package of clothes Diana had sent with her. It was a small cryo-package containing three vials. One was clearly blood: Emily’s, she thought, dated July of this year. Before she’d been cured. Another was mysteriously green and unlabeled. The third looked familiar, an amber liquid she’d seen before. It was labeled Purity - 3.9506. A dated code: the current iteration of the vaccine. She almost didn’t notice the note tucked below the package:

To get you started.

- DF

Scully wanted to hate Diana, but she found herself unable to conjure the same fury she’d felt last year. This was a gift that Diana taken great risks to provide. Whatever bargain she’d made to keep herself safe, it was clear that the woman was still ensnared by the Syndicate’s poisoned grasp. Scully allowed herself to feel grateful to her, despite everything she’d done. Scully placed the vials back in the chamber and made a note to store them with her own recovered ova. Emily had woken up when the car stopped moving, and was beginning to fuss. Scully shoved the clean onesie into the diaper bag and unbuckled the baby, hushing softly to her and humming.

“Shh, it’s okay,” she murmured.

Scully was unaccustomed to the number of strangers’ smiles that greeted them. An elderly couple stopped to coo over the chubby infant, to remark how like her mother she was. Scully’s smile was tight-lipped and nervous. They weren’t wrong—the child did look like her. She had the same blue eyes, the same fair coloring. She tucked Emily’s warm little body against her chest and nuzzled her head.

“Let’s get you some food, hmm?”

By the third and final day of driving, fear had turned overwhelmingly to love. When the baby woke in the morning light, she greeted Scully with a wide, two-toothed grin. She sat up in her pack-and-play and pushed at the mesh sides.

“Good morning!” Scully laughed and felt a flood of warmth accompany her own smile. The little girl babbled a steady “yah yah yah.”

They had six more hours on the road, and then a whole new life ahead of them.

—

Lummi Island, WA

October 20, 1995

Beyond the mainland, the salt air reminded Mulder of chill mornings on the Vineyard. He could go fishing here, or watch the sunrise from a boat, every day if he wanted. Though the coastline and the island were different from the ones where he’d grown up, the place felt like home. The closer he drew to his final destination, the more the melancholy that had clung to him in the last two weeks melted away. He was nervous, but it felt more like excitement than anxiety now. He fiddled with the radio—there wasn’t much signal to pick up on the island, but he needed something to fidget with. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

He rounded a grove of trees and finally caught sight of the little house up a short driveway: blue clapboard, a tiny porch, a brown shingled roof over the cozy two-story cottage. He pulled up alongside a white fence—honest-to-god picket—and climbed out, stretching his limbs with a massive heave of his chest outward.

This was it. This was home, now.

The front door of the house opened, and he felt his heart stutter, then swell. There she was. There they both were. Dana Scully walked toward him with an impossibly cute baby on her hip, smiling broadly in jeans and a woolen sweater.

Mulder couldn’t help the grin that broke out over his face. He pushed through the waist-high gate and walked up onto the porch.

“There are my girls,” he said.

Scully blushed. “You made it.”

“I did,” he said as he reached them. He leaned down to kiss the woman he’d ached for over two long weeks. Her lips were soft and sweet, and her eyes dropped closed at the contact. He cupped her cheek, curled his other hand at her waist, and felt the pull of her middle toward his. “I missed you,” he said into her mouth.

Scully breathed deeply, eyes still closed for a moment, and nodded. Then he turned his attention to the baby.

“And you must be Emily.” The infant eyed him curiously and reached a finger out to touch his nose. “Hi baby.” She pulled the hand back and tucked two fingers into her wet mouth. Mulder booped her own nose in return, which earned him a shy half-smile as she tucked her head against Scully’s neck. “She looks just like you said. Just as perfect.” Mulder palmed the baby’s downy head, where blonde hair was growing in soft and fair. The little girl didn’t pull back or object, just watched him with something like awe.

“She’s been really good,” Scully explained. “I think she’s only cried twice since I brought her here. I mean she fusses, but…” Scully shrugged.

Mulder tickled the baby’s belly, and reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a tiny stuffed fox about the size of his hand, and Emily’s eyes went wide. “You like him? That’s Mr. Fox.” He handed over the toy, which Emily grasped with both hands. “He’s like me.”

Emily pressed her little fingers into the fox’s button eyes, her tiny fingernails scritching at the plastic. Then she brought the fox’s head toward her mouth and bit down on the pointy nose.

Scully laughed. “She likes it.”

Mulder bent to kiss the top of the child’s head, then added another to Scully’s head for good measure. “Let’s go inside, hmm? I can’t wait to see how it looks in person.”

—

Later that night they lay facing each other on her bed—their bed now, Scully realized, and the thought made her heart beat faster. They were tucked under quilts and printed flannel sheets against the autumn chill. Emily slept in the second tiny bedroom next door, warm and safe with a mobile of colorful planets and her little fox beside her.

Scully felt the momentousness of this night, now that it was just them, now that they were really together. She found herself watching Mulder for doubts, for guilt, for regret. She held her own small sorrows: leaving her mother, leaving her job. But she feared most that Mulder would come to resent her for the loss of their work in D.C., their resources, their allies inside, as it were.

Mulder pursed his lips in a frown. “What are you thinking?” he asked.

Everything, everything. Her mind was spinning: What if we fail? What if we lose her? What if they take back the bargain and come for us all in the night? What if you never forgive me? But Scully just shook her head. It felt like too much to talk about now. “It’s nothing. It’s okay.”

She knew he wouldn’t believe her, and he didn’t. He moved his face closer to hers on the pillow. “It’s not nothing.”

Scully’s fingers fidgeted under the blanket. She heaved a deep sigh, and decided not to begin their new life by hiding things, by keeping anything bottled up. “I know we have a plan,” she said. “I know we’re not giving up and that our work will just be different here, but… it’s pretty enormous change—all of this. You must have doubts. I just don’t want you to… regret this. Because of me.”

Mulder was quiet for a long moment, his brow furrowed in thought. “I understand why you might think that,” he said finally. “I know that in a lot of ways, this feels crazy.”

It did, Scully conceded. Two months ago, they woke up in their separate city apartments and put on suits to go to work for the government. Mulder was married to another woman. Now they were on a remote island off the west coast, with a baby for god’s sake, planning a resistance to a global colonization in secret. Their lives couldn’t be more different.

Mulder reached an arm across the space between them and took hold of her hand under the blanket. “It’s hard for me to explain why, but this feels right.” She could barely make out his features in the dim light, but she sensed how serious his face was, how intense his look. “Scully, all of this started for me, because my family lost a little girl, and it ripped us apart. I lost her. I lost my family. I needed something to fill that emptiness, and I did it with work, which I thought might help me find her again. I wanted so badly to fix what happened to us.”

Scully nodded. She felt her chin wobble at the profundity in the pause between his words.

“But the same evil that took my sister also gave me another little girl. And it gave me you.” He squeezed her hand. “I still need to know what happened to Samantha after my father used her as a bargaining chip. And I will find out. That hasn’t changed.” He swallowed hard, and Scully wanted very badly to lean over and kiss comfort into him. “But this,” he motioned between them, “is a real chance at family, and that’s something I never thought I could have again, not even with Diana. I don’t know what kind of father I might make, if that’s even what you want from me. I didn’t have a good role model. But… I want us to try.”

Tears were dripping down Scully’s nose now into the flannel pillowcase, and she found it hard to speak. She sniffed. Nodded. Bent her forehead to touch his. “I want that too,” she managed to say. “And I want… Emily to think of you as her father. If that’s okay, I mean. If you want it.” She shook her head at her nervous rambling. “I just know you’d be a really good dad.”

Mulder nuzzled her nose with his own , unmindful of the damp. Then he tipped his chin to kiss her lips, sliding his arm around her middle and pulling her toward him. They held each other tight in the near-dark. “Yeah,” he croaked, and Scully realized he was on the verge of tears, too. “I want that.”

Her head fit perfectly, tucked under his chin. Her face pressed against his t-shirt where she could feel his heart beating, and she pressed a kiss there. She pushed one knee between his and breathed deep, letting the smell of him, of them together, fill her with warmth and need. God, she loved him so much. It was like she’d been holding her breath her whole life, and now she was gulping in oxygen. She knew, then, that they would make this work.

“Well,” Mulder said, his tone lighter now, “if I am any good at it, we’ve got all those little frozen uber-Scullys in storage. Maybe we’ll just make a whole tribe, huh?” His hand was on her waist, and he slipped it between them to poke her belly.

She laughed through her tears, nodding. “Yeah, maybe we will.”

And then he was kissing her and she was kissing him back and it was getting too hot under the blankets for all these pajamas. They were hungry for each other. He touched her like she was the only thing he’d ever wanted, like this was the only thing that mattered. They made love in tear-streaked desperation: clutching, dizzy love—though they were quiet and mindful not to wake the baby (their baby) with too much noise. After, when they’d slept an hour or so, he woke her gently with more kisses. This time their lovemaking was slow and gentle and reverent—like they had the rest of their lives.

— END —

A/N: I had many ideas about what their big plan was to save the world, how they’d build a network of allies through the Hosteens (and the Lummi people that they are so close to now), because who better to help them survive colonization than the people who have already survived it? But this ending also felt right and I think I’m happy with it. Thank you so so so much to everyone who has read and left hearts and kudos and comments. This was supposed to be a one-off little thing. It’s no novel, but it’s more than I’ve been able to write in a while.

#a thing i wrote #xf fanfic #msr #au #all along like fire #part 7 #FINAL PART!#it's done y'all

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valentina-arrington · 3 months

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"Sweet dreams, my darling."

It was Tuesday evening, the 13th of February, and Valentina was tucking her son Diego in for the night. Gently pulling up his comforter, she leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his forehead before getting up and heading for the door. There, she lingered a while longer, looking on to her son as he peacefully slept. It was the only sight that could soothe her heavy heart these days, but was grateful for it nonetheless.

Valentina had kept the door ajar before heading into the kitchen to deep clean the area despite it already being pristine. But she needed the distraction, desperately.

It wasn't a minute into sorting out her pantry when she heard a knock at the front door.

Valentina's head whipped around at once, her gaze following the sound; it had startled her. Although it was only past eight o'clock, she hadn't been expecting anyone. Momentarily abandoning her task, she slowly made her way into the living room to see who'd come uninvited.

"Dios mío..." Valentina sighed in great relief as soon as she saw her twin sister, Catalina, standing at her threshold. "You could've called first, you know?" she chuckled, though her heart was still racing.

"And miss that ghostly look on your face?" teased Catalina as she stepped into Valentina's humble abode with a hug. "Besides, I did," the older Arrington pointed out, setting her bag down and taking her shoes off. "You just never answered."

"Ah..." Valentina remembered she hadn't touched her phone for days. "I've been busy," was all she said, not quite meeting her sister's eyes. "Would you like a drink?"

Catalina nodded in response, uncharacteristically quiet. Watching her sister make her way into the kitchen, Catalina frowned. She was right to come, she thought to herself. Something was not right. Valentina may have always been the quiet one but even then, she had such light and warmth about her. But now, it was nowhere to be found.

"Need any help?"

"No, no, I'm good," assured Valentina, who looked seemingly lost inside her pantry, rummaging for something. "I know it's here somewhere..."

"Take your time," Catalina assured her as she took her phone out to text their brother, Oliver. She had locked her screen just in time for Valentina to walk back in carrying a bottle of tequila that looked like it had been buried there for a decade. Upon closer inspection, it didn't look like there's much left. "Is that the same bottle we had at graduation???"

"Yeah! Can you believe it?" Valentina laughed, opening her cupboard to reach not just for one, but two clean glasses.

"You drink now?" Catalina was surprised. Since her partner had passed, Valentina hadn't touched a single drink. Not for a night cap, not on girls' night out, not even for the holidays.

"I drink now," was all Valentina said, busying herself with pouring out the last of the tequila from the bottle. It was all she could do not to meet her sister's eyes, knowing Catalina would be able to see right through her the minute she does.

As they picked up a glass each, another knock was heard.

"What the—...?" Valentina wondered before she could even lift her glass to her lips. "Who could that be?" Frowning, she started for the door when Catalina stopped her with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry, it's just Ollie," she casually replied, as if she had been expecting him this whole time.

"Oliver? Why?"

"So, someone can watch over Diego while we go out tonight," Catalina explained, already opening the door. "In case you've forgotten, it's our birthday," her twin sister reminded her with a chuckle.

The reminder served as an unexpected douse of cold water on her face. It was their birthday! How could it have slipped her mind?! Shit!

"What about Alice?"

"Alice is here," piped in their sister-in-law from behind her towering husband.

"She's coming with us, too," Catalina said matter-of-factly, before turning to Valentina. "So go on, get ready! That bottle of yours is not going to be enough for us, so we might as well go somewhere with more drinks, good music, and dance the night away!"

"But—...?"

Catalina excused them back into the kitchen for a little privacy. For a second, Valentina's heart was hammering. She really didn't want to have to explain her lack of enthusiasm tonight. But surprisingly, Catalina didn't say a word. She simply cradled her younger sister's face and looked her in the eye for one quiet moment before pulling her into an embrace Valentina didn't realise she needed. Burrowing her face against her sister's arms, Valentina cried for the first time in a decade. Whether her tears were borne from pain or relief, she wasn't quite sure, but she knew this much: she was beyond grateful that she didn't need to explain herself to Catalina. She just knew. And that was enough — at least for now — to give her room to breathe.

"Happy birthday, Cat," she murmured sincerely.

"Happy birthday, Valé. I love you."

* All conversations are in Spanish.

#[ valé arrington || narrative 02 ]

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ornii · 1 year

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Bitterly Beautiful, Part 4

Chapter 4: Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

"I just, don't think I understand her.."

(Y/n) sits, Legs crossed on the bed of Enid Sinclair as she paints his fingernails, it never bothers (Y/n) to be the Guinea Pig for Enid's ridiculous theories on color palettes and designs; he couldn't see any of it to begin with, what did help him was the ear she lent him.

"Oh (Y/n), Silly (Y/n)," Enid says, finally being coy herself. "Women are an enigma that a man simply can't understand."

"Women? You're still a Teenager Enid." He said annoyed, Enid scoffed at this.

"Am not! I have grown into a respectful and very intelligent woman."

"Enid the first time I met you I told you Santa wasn't real you cried for a week and said you'd spit on my grave.. what has changed?" He says and she rolls her eyes.

"If you could see I'm rolling my eyes right now." She says with a smile, he snickers, but sighs soon after.

"I hope you're right Enid, I think Wednesday is great, I just think she hates me."

"She hates everyone." Enid replies, "You don't have to keep up this act, be emotional, cry a little."

"I think If I cried she'd probably like it."

"See?"

"No, I just think she likes seeing people miserable." (Y/n) replies and Enid waves it off.

"Not true, I bet she's trying to come up with the best way to invite you to the Rav'N." Enid says, now her turn trying to reassure her bestie.

"You think so?" He asks, and she nods.

"I know so. So, when you get the chance, tell her with confidence that you want to go to the Rav'N with her!"

The Jericho county morgue is a place housing the corpses of those who met an unfortunate passing lately. What it also held was valuable information for a certain creepy girl. Something makes its way through the ventilation shaft and drops down on a camera. Thing, who spatters black Bubblegum all over the Security camera watching the door. Thing drops down and crawls to the door, opening it via a button and Wednesday creeps in.

"Dr. Kinbott tells me I should get out more. Says I need to open my mind to new people and experiences. Who am I to argue with her professional clichés?" Wednesday says, and she and Thing enter the main room.

"While I do the autopsy, you find the files of the monster's other victims and make copies." She says to thing who taps loudly in refusal.

"Don't pout. Your scalpel skills are questionable. Do you remember my 13th birthday, when Uncle Fester gave me that cadaver? You sliced right through that man's carotid." She says, Thing taps more and Wednesday this time halts everything.

"I did not invite (Y/n) because his indecisiveness about his feelings would slow me down. I'm not indecisive, I know what I desire." She says, Wednesday locks the door back and Thing makes a few gestures.

"No, I did not leave him back at Nevermore because I care about him, I only care about the truth." She says, Thing makes a gesture with two fingers hitting each other; almost like Kissing, Wednesday turns to him with her cold stare.

"Say that again and I'll find you a permanent slot in this Morgue."

Thing, realizing he actually prefers living quits and heads to copy, and Wednesday now heads to the chambers holding the corpses and prepares for what's ahead. Wednesday begins to open up contains corpses, absolutely unfazed by any of it.

"No. No. Magnificent hematoma. There you are." She says, and drags one out, the old man who got visions of hell tossed into his face. Dead. Wednesday begins her autopsy. Probably something she genuinely enjoys doing.

"Thursday, 7:23 p.m. The body is that of a 50-year-old male. Lacerations and defensive wounds appear on both hands. What remains of the chest and torso indicates a frenzied attack. The subject has been almost entirely disemboweled. This is curious. The subject's left foot is missing. It appears to have been chewed off at the ankle." Wednesday begins her Analysis, but Thing comes rushing in, tapping wildly.

"Have you seen a left foot anywhere? Calm down. Who's coming?" She asks, she hears the front door open and looks around for a hiding place, unfortunately, there's no (Y/n) to hide behind this time. So she picks the perfect place. The Sherrif enters with a man of bronze-colored skin and a salt and pepper beard, obviously in his older years.

"Appreciate you coming back to the office, Doc." The Sheriff says as they enter the Morgue.

"No problem, Sheriff. Whatever I can do to help. Whatever or whoever is responsible for these killings... In all my years, I've never seen injuries like them. I thought you should see this before I issued my report on the latest victim. It's a real noodle-scratcher. The killer cut off two toes from the victim's left foot. My best guess, they used a surgical saw. The final autopsy report's still pending."

"Minute you're done, send it straight to my desk. Media blackout on the toes."

"Sure thing, Sheriff. Been a busy couple of weeks, huh? At least I'm going out in style. Friday's my last day."

"Happy retirement, Doc."

"Gonna surprise Mrs. Anwar with a four-week cruise. Excited to trade rib shears for Mai Tais. See yourself out. I'll lock up." the Doctor says, and Sheriff obliges and leaves, the Doctor noticed that the door to one of the corpses was, open, he closes it but takes one more precaution. He opens it to Wednesday, who seems as dead as most. Her skin was cold, eyes were unmoving and stiff.

"I don't remember this one coming in. Full rigor. You've been dead a while. Guess you won't mind waiting another day for me to cut you open." He says with an uncomfortable smile, he closes it back up and leaves; letting Thing escape from the cap of a skeleton anatomy diagram. He fiddles over back to the door and opens it up to a surprisingly alive Wednesday has her eyes closed, and gingerly opens them.

"Five more minutes. I was just getting comfortable."

The next morning at Nevermore, Wednesday is in her Dorm, pinning up clues and pieces to the puzzle of Nevermore, which mostly looked like crime scene photos.

"When I suggested giving your side of the room a makeover, I did not have Ted Bundy's Pinterest in mind," Enid said, approaching from behind to look at this odd collaboration of Gore.

"Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection," Wednesday replies looking back at Enid, who begins to question her.

"Is this why you snuck out last night?"

"Thing and I made an unsanctioned trip to the morgue to copy the files of the monster's victims."

"Okay, there are so many levels of "ew" in that statement, I don't know where to begin. (Y/n) was worried about you." Enid says, Wednesday's attitude softens a bit as if she's a bit, glad he was concerned for her, As she looks Enid up and down, again she shoves her feelings away and continues.

"I need to get inside its head. Discover any patterns or anomalies. I've already made a big discovery. Turns out all of the monster's victims have had body parts surgically removed." She begins, takes off the photos, and hands them to Enid for her to look at them but it's obvious Enid isn't taking it too well.

"The first one a kidney, the second a finger...

"Wednesday, I don't feel—"

"Third a gall bladder. And the bearded man from the meeting house, two toes. Do you understand what this means? These murders aren't mindless. He's collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It's impressive." She says, she turns back around to shoe Enid more, but Enid has already hit the ground unconscious.

"It's Vasovagal syncope."

(Y/n) stands there as he picks Enid up off the ground. Wednesday watches quietly from her side of the room.

"Makes people feint at sighs like blood and gore." He says as he lays her in the bed, he combs back her hair, he looks downward at her, like a sleeping beauty.

"You seem to know much about her, what are you, her doctor?" She asks, (Y/n) turns towards her.

"I'm her friend, and who knows maybe I'll end up a pediatrician, or Veterinarian, or your therapist when you eventually wind up in the psych ward." He says sarcastically and Wednesday folds her arms.

"You're using comedy to hide your own issues."

"Oh, you think I'm funny?" He says.

"That's not what I said."

"All I heard is that you think I'm funny."

He says, he looks back at her and reaches into his pocket. He grabs a small vial of smelling salts and waves them under her nose. Her eyes open quickly as she sits up.

"Wednesday I don't think—" she begins, but sees the two look at her.

".. I fainted, didn't I?" She says sheepishly, (Y/n) just laughs and helps her up, and the only thing Miss Addams can do, is watch them. Her eyes focus right on (Y/n). He always seems so, Chummy and caring if Enid like they’re family.

"While most plants reward their pollinators with sweet nectar, many carnivorous varieties turn to sеxual trickery or deception." Miss Thornhill is giving a lecture on Carnivore plants, Wednesday sits next to Xavier, who looks a bit worse for wear. He notices Wednesdays piercing eyes glaring at him.

"I tweaked my back fencing." He says, Thornhill continues.

"The orchid produces a pheromone that mimics a female insect, luring the males in. Now, once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in exchange?" She asks:

"Nada. Just like all the guys at the Rave'N." Bianca says. Which some students laugh.

"Okay, okay. I know you're all excited about Saturday, which is why I haven't assigned any homework. But I do still need volunteers for the decorating committee. Anyone interested, come and see me up here."

"You're not gonna volunteer? Aren't you pumped about disco balls and spiked punch? There's even a DJ. MC Blood Suckaz."

"I'd rather stick needles in my eyes." Wednesday says with clandestine annoyance. Xavier just smirks.

"Being around blind people I thought you'd think better than that. You know, you could invite someone and have a little fun." Xavier says, Wednesday attempts to ignore his dry humor.

Wednesday seemingly leaves the classroom, and Xavier walks away, little does he know, a sly Black cat follows him, Wednesday. She stays a steady distance away to avoid detection, she watches him enter a building, it was dark and out of eye of most people, he was there only a few minutes before departing out of it. Wednesday creeps inside.

"Xavier didn't get those scratches from fencing. He's hiding something." She says: and turns out the light, she was quickly enriched with paintings of a, large eyed monster. Which seem so, real..

"I suppose every artist needs a muse. Xavier, you just became that much more interesting." Wednesday takes a drawing for herself and leaves, but didn't check everything.

"Wednesday." A voice calls out. She halts in her steps and turns around to Xavier.

"Xavier. Hello." She says, caught off guard.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Nothing. I just saw you come out this way. What is this place?"

"It's kind of my private art studio. I cleared it out, fixed it up, so Weems let me use it."

"How very entrepreneurial. I would love to see inside. Why don't you give me a tour?"

"Not right now. It's a total mess."

"I shadowed a crime scene photographer last summer. I'm not easily fazed."

"Maybe another time. Why were you looking for me?"

"I wanted to go over Ms. Thornhill's homework assignment." Wednesday said, "She didn't give us homework. Remember?" Xavier responds, catching her in a lie. "Why are you really out here? Is this about a certain dance that makes you want to poke needles into your eyes, perhaps? I'm all ears."

"Sometimes intentions melt in the face of unexpected opportunity. If this was my chance to get up close and personal with a potential serial killer, how could I refuse?" Wednesday thinks to herself.

"Are you really going to make me ask?" She says, and he nods.

"Oh, absolutely." he responds, Wednesday sighs, and curses to herself. "Would you... Would... Would you possibly consider going to the Rave'N dance with a certain... Would... Would you go to the dance with me?" Wednesdays finally builds up the nerve to ask, and Xavier smiles.

"Yes, Wednesday, I would love to go to the dance with you. I thought you'd never ask."

"Neither did I." She says gritting her teeth. Wednesday informs Enid her outing at the Rav'N

"Oh my God! Wednesday Addams is going to the Rave'N. My whole world is tilted! You know what you need?"

"A bullet to the head?"

"A dress."

"I already have one."

"Not the one you showed up here in! That thing was a fashion emergency not even lightning could resuscitate. Thing, back me up here. You need something that screams, "First date. Stand back, bitches! I have arrived!" And I know just the place!" Enid says smiling, and Wednesday can only imagine the form of torture she has in store.

"Hawte Kewture" the Most, explosive in color and fashion for all the girls of Nevermore, except Wednesday.

"What kind of dystopian hellscape is this?"

"Our first roomie shopping spree! The dance committee's suggesting all white to match the theme, but that's not gonna fly with us."

"I have more pressing business than to worry about a dress for a dance I don't want to attend.

"But I thought we were bonding." Enid says, a bit saddened.

"I feel I'll only slow you down. You're a gazelle. I'm a wounded fawn. Cut me loose and go run with the pack." Wednesday says.

"Are you sure?" Enid says, but Wednesday is pretty sure.

"I'm going to see Galpin." She replies, and Leaves to the Sheriff, who isn't very fond of her to begin with. His fondness for her dissipates even more as Wednesday Addams enters his Office.

"We both know that there's a monster out there. If we're going to stop it, I think it's time we put our differences aside and work together." Wednesday says to the Sheriff, who just looks at her; before she hands him Xavier's drawing, and he compares it to a photo of said monster, both heaving a, striking resemblance to each other.

"And this is your stake for me to deal you in? I'm sorry, you gotta do better than that. You got some nice detail though."

"I didn't draw it."

"I need to know who did."

"Unless we're exchanging intel, I'm not at liberty to say."

"Why would I share information about an ongoing murder investigation with a high school kid?"

"Because I go to Nevermore and you don't. Don't you want eyes and ears behind those ivy-covered walls?" Wednesday says offering a dead Oliver branch.

"Listen, Velma, why don't you and the Scooby gang stick to your homework and leave investigating to the professionals." The sheriff replies, but he gets phone call.

"What?" He says answering it.

"Mayor Walker's on line two. He's looking for an update." She says, he puts the phone says and turns his attention back to Wednesday.

"Hey, Addams. Let me see that sketch again." He says and she shows him, he looks at it once more, and caves in.

"The person who drew this, that your suspect? When you bring me some concrete evidence, maybe we'll talk." He says before Wednesday leaves. She continues down the road before the Caw of a crow stops her, she sighs and speaks.

"You can stop following me." She says, she turns around to (Y/n), standing there as he awkwardly rubs the back of his head.

"Yeah, my bad." He says, before remembering the conversation he and Enid had and takes a deep breath. So, you know we have the Rave'N this weekend, right?" He says, and Wednesday folds her arms.

"It was all the buzz at the Weathervane today. I must be the only one not obsessed with this stupid dance." She said, he tries to keep his calm composure.

"Right, So, you're not going?" He asks.

"Actually, I was forced to ask someone as an act of self-preservation." Wednesday admits, and (Y/n)'s hope shattered like glass.

"Oh...So, who is it?" He asks

"Xavier." She says, (Y/n)'a frown could nor be hidden and he just nods. "Well, enjoy yourself I suppose." He says and walks off.

"I'm not sure why you're upset." Wednesday said, (Y/n) stopped and turned around.

"I don't know it's this feeling called.. being upset, it's natural to feel this way." He says.

"It's not my fault I can't interpret your emotional brail." Wednesday fires back and he grips his cane a bit harder.

"Right, because why would I expect Wednesday Addams to know how feelings work, why am I surprised. I just, thought you and I got along a hell of a lot better than Xavier of all people."

"I'm just dealing with a lot right now. I need to prioritize." Wednesday replies, and (Y/n) just scoffs.

"Right, Priorities.. Prioritizing Xavier before me, not to sound selfish but I think you have your priorities a bit mixed, but I guess I have to be the bigger man in this situation right? I hope you two have fun at the Rav'N." He says before walking away. Wednesday opens her mouth to call out to him; but she stops herself, she can only watch him walk off, Thing Crawls from her backpack to say something, but Wednesday cuts him off.

"Not one word." she says, and begins to stew in her anger. Returning to the Bee Keeping station, she brings her Ted Bundy Pinterest to Eugene.

"Enid wouldn't let me keep this in our dorm." Wednesday said.

"No worries. Mi colmena es su colmena. I assume this is the creature that's been rampaging in the woods." Eugene says, looking at the photo.

"You've heard about it before?" She asks.

"Rumors. Mr. Fitts banned me from bug-hunting until further notice. Claimed a bear was on the loose, which I knew was a lie. Didn't match their hibernation schedules. Speaking of monsters with sharp claws, could you give this to your roomie?" Eugene grabs a Jar of sweet honey.

"Put in a good word for me? I hear she's still sans date for the Rave'N." He says, Wednesday decides now is probably the best time to shatter his dreams.

"Eugene—"

"I know the chances of her asking me are next to zero, but I don't care. I'll keep putting myself out there until Enid finally... sees me." Eugene says.

"And if she never does?"

"She will. I'm playing the long game. My moms say people will appreciate me when I'm older. They're probably just trying to make me feel better, but—"

"Listen, people like me and you, we're different. We're original thinkers, intrepid outliers in this vast cesspool of adolescence. We don't need these inane rites of passage to validate who we are." Wednesday said, giving Eugene advice.

"So you're not going to the Rave'N either?" He asks, and Wednesday begrudgingly shakes her head.

"Actually, I am. With Xavier." She says, and Eugene looks a bit surprised.

"I see." He says, "It's not like I like Xavier. I just have ulterior motives." Wednesday explains.

"No I was just thinking, you don't.. have Ulterior motives with (Y/n) do you?" Eugene asks, and Wednesday scowls at him.

"I just don't want my home slice getting played." Eugene says trying to sound "Hip."

"...Anyway, Sketches are the closest thing I have to a lead to try and stop this thing." Wednesday continues, showing Eugene, which one photo piques his interest.

"That circle...I've heard about it." He says, Wednesday turns to him quickly.

"Who told you about it?" She asks, and Eugene shows her to the man. Who just so happens to be in a smaller room in Nevermore, a sculpting room for pottery, sculpting with dark black clay for pottery. His hands feeling along the molded clay. His coat was off and his sleeves were rolled up to avoid messes. He stops sculpting to reach for more clay, he grabs a handful and goes back, and a Wild Wednesday appears in front of (Y/n), Eugene also struts over.

"... What do you want?" He asks, and Eugene steps up.

"You remember what cave you told me about? The spiral?" He asked and (Y/n) nods, he reaches for a towel to clean his hands.

"Yeah, it's in the forest.. why?" He asks.

"There's a high chance it has something to do with what you and I are investigating." Wednesday says, and (Y/n) now looks more interested. "I found a drawing that is close in resemblance to the cave." She explains, (Y/n)s brow furrowed at this, he stands up, cleaning his hands off.

"...Okay, let's check it out then." He says, the trio stand before the Cave. (Y/n) feels the side of it.

"It's nice to search for uniquely shaped things, I guess it's a way to pass time for me. I came across this cave but Decided against it." (Y/n) said.

"It's definitely a match." Wednesdays says. "You think it's in there?" Eugene asks Wednesday and (Y/n), "It's.. possible." (Y/n) says, which makes him a bit concerned for Wednesday and Eugene.

"I'll go first." (Y/n) says, he heads in, cane clenched. Wednesday turns to Eugene. “If I die, well just tell Enid she’ll plan the funeral I guess.” He trudged in slowly, trying to sense any unorthodox sensations.

"If you hear me screaming bloody murder, there's a good chance I'm just enjoying myself." she says before following (Y/n) into the darkness, they encroach upon bones.

"This is definitely its lair." Wednesday said. (Y/n) kneels down and takes the bones.

"Are these human?"

"No, I think it's got a taste for venison." Wednesday grabs a deer skull. (Y/n) picks up the sound of something and he walks to the wall.

"Wednesday, Check this out." He says grabbing something, a chain, not just chains but lend attached to shackles. (Y/n) turns towards her.

"You were right, this must be it's lair, where did you get this drawing from?" He asks, Wednesday continues to ponder but says nothing, now needing more proof of what connects. She kneels down, seeing something jammed into the ground, grabbing it, she pulls it from the ground, it's a claw. Perhaps the owner of this claw was said monster. But she needed hard evidence.

She returns back to Xavier's art house, now with Thing in tow.

"All right, I won't be long. I just need to find something to match against the claw's DNA." Wednesdays and thing enter the room, but Xavier was quick to show up.

"What are you doing?" He asks accusingly.

"How do you know what the monster looks like? Or are these all just self-portraits?"

"What, you think it's me? I saved your life."

"So did the monster. Or was that you the night Rowan was killed?"

"You so are out of line now."

"I'm trying to uncover the truth. And your art seems to have a recurring motif." Wednesday said, and Xavier slowly caves in.

"Yeah. This creature's been haunting my dreams for weeks. I try to block it out, but I can't. So I just... come in here and paint it. When I was painting this one, claws reached out and took a swipe at me. That's how I got these."

"I thought you were able to control your ability."

"Not when it comes to this."

"Maybe it's your guilty conscience."

"I told you I'm not the monster, okay?"

"You just happened to draw pictures of it, down to the location of its lair in the woods? Those are some pretty vivid dreams." Wednesday said, which just irks Xavier

"You were in here. Before, when I caught you outside. That's the only reason you asked me to the Rave'N? To try and cover. You are unbelievable."

"It's nothing personal."

"No, it never is with you, is it? I mean, do you even care about anyone or anything at all, Wednesday? Get out.." he says, and Wednesday slowly sees herself out, Wednesday now returns to the Sheriff, After procuring evidence from Xavier, she drops the claw, and a bloody rag.

"That's the claw of the monster and that's a dried blood sample from a potential suspect. He used it to dab scratches on his neck. Run the DNA test and see if they match."

"I'm sorry, do I work for you?" Sheriff said.

"You asked for concrete evidence. That's it."

"Where'd you get this? And who's the suspect?"

"Run the test first, then I'll explain everything."

"I'm not playing games, Addams."

"Neither am I, Sheriff."

"....Bernice, bring me a DNA authorization form, please." He says calling someone, (Y/n) is finishing up some brail work at his desk inside his dorm. as he feels a tapping on his shoulder. He turns around to no one, but thing on his shoulder.

"I'm not even going to ask how you got here.. what's up? Wednesday use you too?" He asks sadly but thing just hands him a letter. (Y/n) just looks at him.

"... You know I can't read this, right?" He says, "Just.. Go get Enid please." (Y/n) said.

Eventually, Enid is in his dorm, reading the note and is freaking the Eff out.

"Dear (Y/n), I, Wednesday Addams, cordially invite you, YOU (Y/n) Healy to the Rav'N tonight! I await your arrival in my dorm! O M Gee! This is so her! Even the ink smells of Goth And Glamour!" Enid says, so happy for her Bestie. (y/n) was a bit shocked by this.

"She wants to go with me? I thought she was going with Xavier, guess that fell though.." (Y/n) says sarcastically,

"Or." Enid begins "She realized just how perfect you two would be and knew you were always the best choice! Don't worry I'm going to hell you get dressed, you strut your stuff like the beautiful magic demon peacock you are! And you'll steal her black heart!" Enid says, almost fantasizing about it.

"You want to plan our wedding too?" He says sarcastically.

"Promise?" She asks, which scares him a bit, he stands up. "Just.. whatever you think is best." He says, and Enid smirked, ready to turn (Y/n) into a perfect Victor van Dort.

Later in the night, Wednesday prepares herself for an outing with Eugene. And there's a knock at the door and she heads to open it.

"I'm coming, Eugene! Hey, did you grab any extra batteries for the flash—"

Wednesday opens the door to someone she was not expecting. A tall, handsome figure dresses head to toe, a pair of Dapper wingtip shoes, socks to boot, a sleek Velveteen White suit, a pearly white shirt and a hefty black vest combo. And a perfect black bow tie to boot, his hair slightly combed back and he cologne, the scent of Black Rose and Vile Thron fills Wednesdays nose and for the moment she thought she actually died and met her Corpse Groom. He tips his glasses and smiles.

"I got your invite. Guessing you had Thing being it to me." He says, and Wednesday was, for the first time in a while, at a loss for words. She was either so angry or absolutely smitten, probably the first.

"After our last conversation, I thought I really messed up and I wanted to apologize too, but before I could I got your note, it was.. really honest and sweet." He says, but Wednesday continues to just stare at him, absolutely at a loss. "You need a few minutes?" (Y/n) asks before she shuts the door in his face and storms over to Thing.

"Honest and sweet?" How could you do this to me? That weird feeling In my chest is happening again! I swear I am going to hang you by your fingernails—" Wednesday begins, but stops as she sees a dress lying on her bed, and it was grandios, antique, so, darkly beautiful.

"How'd you pay for it? Five-finger discount, of course...Thing, don't look." She says and gets dressed, (Y/n) waits downstairs, for the first time in a while he's actually, nervous. The footsteps of high heels clicking sends chills down his spine. He stands up and turns to the sound and the waves create an image of, beauty. Wednesday wore a All black Lace dress, right to her calves, it had side ruffles upon the sides of her sleeves, a sleek black waist belt to finely fit every aspect of herself, even her hair, now in a upper bob, was new. (Y/n), one for jokes and teasing, was just mesmerized by her.

"Wow, you, you’re..” he begins, but Wednesday looks more annoyed to be here.

"Unrecognizable? Ridiculous? A classic example of female objectification for the male gaze?" She says, which makes him just Chuckle.

"Well you don't have to worry about that from me, these damn eyes I can't really see anything."

"Yes you can, you just have to open them, of course it would mean the death of every living being you set your eyes on." She said Dryly, he nods sadly but, with his gentlemen charm. Gives her a courtesy bow.

"Well, I'd burn this entire world to the ground just to see you." He says, and Wednesday for the moment just stares at him, unable to form a correct response to that lady killer line. He smiles and tries to be more comfortable.

"I mean it, Wednesday. You look beautiful." He says. Wednesday looks away. Showing her antisocial tendencies.

"You're Just saying that to make up for what you said."

"That, and I mean it.. you know it's rude to not look at people when you're talking to them. Cmon, look at me, please?" He asks, Wednesday, trying to not let emotion overtake her, turns to face him and he smiles.

"You really are drop dead gorgeous.." he says, there were no words exchanged, but the look Wednesday gave him spoke volumes, before she can say something, Eugene arrives.

"Wednesday, what's going on? What happened to staking out the cave?" He asks, seeing the two together.

"Sure, I get it. Guess I'll check out the woods myself."

"Don't go alone. It's too dangerous. Stand down. We'll go together tomorrow night, understood?" Wednesday says to him, and (Y/n) turns to her.

"Staking out the cave?" He asks, Wednesday walks off as (Y/n) follows to the Rav'N, who Enid has already attended with a, Normie? He looks at the Yeti statue, a bit perplexed.

"Is that an abominable snowman?" He asks.

"Oh my God! You can't say that, it's offensive! The correct name is Yeti." Enid explains.

"Oh, sorry. Do any go here?"

"Not anymore. They've been extinct since the 1950s. Our science teacher Ms. Thornhill chaired the dance committee this year. She wanted the Rave'N to feel relevant. So our theme is climate crisis meets extinction event. But in a fun way!"

He looks even more confused but accepts it, before they can continue, the couple of the century step in, the necks of many students turn their heads to see (Y/n) and Wednesday absolutely stealing the night. The murmurs of the peanut gallery come out.

"Wednesday totally busted out of her cocoon."

"Like a death's-head moth."

"(Y/n) isn't looking too bad either, he’s glowing with that smile.”

"I know like a, handsome nightlight."

"Do you see Bianca's face? She's not going to be happy."

"They're talking about us." (Y/n) says, as Wednesday analyses the room.

"Bianca's jealousy is just burning her up, seared salmon is pretty delicious." (Y/n) said as a jest.

"Hm." Wednesday had a small sound come from her lips, and (Y/n) turns to her.

"Did you just, laugh?"

"No, I don't laugh."

"Are you sure? That sounded like a chuckle..."

"No, I just found your joke about Bianca slightly humorous than all your other failed attempts."

"You just don't want to admit you find me the slightest bit funny?"

"I'd rather douse myself in gasoline before entering a burning building than do that." Wednesday replies deadpanned, which just makes (Y/n) smile more.

"Wednesday Addams." They hear Ms. Thornhill approach, "What a lovely surprise. Ms. Thornhill." Wednesday says, and Ms Thornhill looks at them.

"You two, a bunch of showstoppers! I'm so glad you decided to come along."

"It took me dragging her out of her room." (Y/n) says sarcastically, and Wednesday turns to the drinks. "I'm gonna go get us some drinks." Wednesday leaves as (Y/n) smiles, watching her go. Wednesday grabs a pair of drinks before Enid happily strolls over to her roomie.

"OMG! I love the look! Amazing choice of date too." Enid says looking at (Y/n), like a Wolf of The Wall Street. Wednesday turns to Enid.

"I'd say yours is.. more interesting." She says, as Enid tries to explain. "It's not what it looks like." She says.

"Good, because that pilgrim already is on my list." She said.

"Lucas is trying to make his ex jealous. I'm trying to make Ajax jealous. It's a win-win." She explains, and Lucas approaches, hands up.

"Wednesday, I come in peace." Lucas says.

"That's a shame. I brought my pocket mace. The medieval kind." She says, the dance continues as Wednesday watches along. (Y/n) is getting basically harassed by girls asking questions about his get up, happily directing them to Enid who did most of the work. Xavier walks up next to her,

"Can't believe you brought him."

"Why are you bringing this up? As if this dance weren't tedious enough."

"You don't know what he did to me." Xavier says, and Wednesday tilts her head a bit.

"Enlighten me."

Xavier spills his soap opera, to the slight interest of Wednesday, and now she intends to find her date, which (Y/n) was sitting down, Wednesday approached and sat next to him.

"Too man Yeti-tinis?" He asks smugly.

"Xavier told me what you did last year. How you destroyed his mural on Outreach Day." Wednesday said, and (Y/n) sighs, "Honestly? Well I guess you deserve to know the truth, last year we were part of the archery class, "Artists of Infamy." We won championships, did really well.. and In comes Bianca, she took him away from the team, started using her siren powers, he missed practice, Bombed on championship tournaments, and I.. took it out of him. And his mural." He explains, and Wednesday looks at him.

"What did you do to the mural?" Wednesday said.

"I.. might.. have sent a murder of crows to shit all over it. Weems couldn't prove it was me but, Xavier knew." He says sadly, Wednesday stares at him and sees his sadness.

"Did you think I was going to judge you over some lousy prank? I would have taken it further." She says, trying to cheer him up, but be vague about it. He just smirked and looks at her.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you." He says smiling, and Wednesday felt, happy. The odd music hits (Y/n)'s ears and he stands up.

"Is that Goo Goo Muck? I love this! Cmon we have to go dance!" He says, without much surprise he takes her hand, excited. Wednesday sees the gleam in his face and is slowly melted by his child like innocence.

"Fine.." Wednesday yanks her hand away but follows him, it's dark in the ballroom but he can see Wednesday just fine. They stand across from each other, and he begins to dance, nothing too crazy, but his focus was on Wednesday, who just stares at him.

"When the sun goes down And the moon comes up I turn into a teenage goo goo muck." Wednesday begins to, dance? It was, unique, something that only She can truly do. (Y/n) can only watch the sound waves dance like a sonar with a smile, seeing her dance. Her focus was so, straightforward on (Y/n), he began to stop dancing and just watched her, smiling.

"Yeah, I cruise through the city And I roam the streets / Looking for something That is nice to eat / You better duck / When I show up"

Wednesday disappears into the smoke, (Y/n) feels a hand tap his shoulder, he turns to Wednesday who appears behind him.

"The goo goo muck"

(Y/n) was enthralled in all of this, and has to participate; He began to dance in perfect unison with Wednesday, trying to mimic her movements down to her slightest shift in momentum. Everyone watches the two, almost like a, mating dance.

"I'm the night headhunter Looking for some head / With a way-out body Underneath that head / Yeah, I'll get you, baby With a little luck / 'Cause I'm a teenage tiger And a goo goo muck / You better duck / When I show up / The goo goo muck / Yeah, the city is a jungle And I'm a beast / I want the most But I'll take the least / 'Cause I'm a goo goo muck tiger And a teenage beast / You better duck when I show up /

It was impossible to see during the lighting, during the dancing, but Wednesday had a small smile on her face, she was, enjoying herself, her company, her friend. As the dance ends, (Y/n) laughed and took her by the hands.

"I'm so glad, so glad you came with me." He says, and Wednesday felt the feeling in her chest again. She pulled away.

"My feet are killing me, and as interesting as that would be to see, I must take these shoes off." She says and walks away. He watches, smiling. Wednesday enters the hall to sit, where Bianca was sitting.

"Whoever invented high heels clearly had a side hustle as a torturer." Wednesday sat down to take off her shoes.

"As my dear mother always says, "Fire tests gold, suffering tests a woman." Bianca replies.

"Speaking of suffering, where's your date? I didn't see you and Xavier on the dance floor."

"We had a little tiff. About you, actually. You don't know what it's like."

"Being beautiful and popular?"

"Never knowing people's true feelings. If someone likes me for me." She admits, Bianca's ability as a siren always had the possibility of putting people in a trance. Never truly knowing if their feelings for her are genuine or from her powers.

"What about your amulet?" Wednesdays looks at it, hanging around Bianca's neck.

"It's not foolproof. It's a mild prophylactic, so to speak. That's why Xavier broke up with me. He could never fully trust me. The worst part is I could never trust his feelings either. I never knew if they were real or not. You're lucky."

"Do tell." Wednesday asks for explanation.

"You don't care what people think of you." Bianca said, which Wednesday considers. "That's why he likes you so much." She says, which piques Wednesdays interest.

"(Y/n)." Wednesday said and Bianca nods.

"Like he said, force of nature." Bianca chimes in, but Wednesday isn't as proud of herself as many would think.

"Honestly, I wish I cared a little more."

"It's time for the big finish. Yo! Almost eleven o'clockity, so haul it out on the dance floor one last time before the Rave'N says "Nevermore!" The DJ yells, Wednesday stands up and calmly walks over as (Y/n) is waiting, still smiling just as brightly, he begins to dance, but Wednesday isn't as up for it as him now, but it didn't matter, as long as she was there. He stops, and gets close to her.

"I really meant what I said, you really are beautiful." He says, smiling.

"Because I don't care about what people think about me?" She says, and he laughs and nods.

"Yes! Yes! You don't care what people think about you, I saw the way you danced, you didn't give a damn about what anyone thought. The way you carry yourself, the way you act. You don't do it to be "Creepy" or "Weird". You're you, and that's what I love so much about... you that you’re…You." He says, and those words spoke volumes to Wednesday. He slowly leans in, ready to place the final bow on this perfect night, before.

Red.

It began to drip on the ground, (Y/n) felt something hit his head and he and Wednesdays look around, it began to pour, everywhere! Blood red poured from the sprinkler system. People scream, feared for their lives, and just made a mess. (Y/n) saw the horror and dismay on peoples faces, he turned to Wednesday, and he actually saw it. A smile on her face. She was, enjoying this. And he felt his heart skip a beat seeing her truly smile. She tastes the odd liquid and her scowl returns.

"They couldn't even spring for real pigs' blood. It's only paint." she says, and (Y/n) sighs with relief.

"Thank God you had nothing to do with it—" he says before people begin to bump into them. One hits (Y/n) and he falls to his knees, and another bumps into Wednesday, causing a vision possibility, he feels her stiff like a corpse and he quickly stands up to catch her, she snaps out of it and looks at him.

"Wednesday! Are you okay?" He asks, she grabs his shirt.

"Eugene is in the woods. He's in danger. She says, before running off, he chases after her, calling for Eugene.

"Eugene!"

"Eugene! Eugene?"

(Y/n) sniffs the air and picks up a scent, it wasn’t pigs blood it was.. humans blood. He rushes to the strong scent and comes across him.

"Oh no.. Wednesday! Over here!" He yells and kneels down. Wednesday rushes over "Eugene? Eugene?" She says before seeing (Y/n) kneeling down over him, Eugene, bleeding, unresponsive. They both kneel down to do whatever they can but, they're just kids, (Y/n) turns his attitude to Wednesday.

"We have to find this monster... Now."

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