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lost-walmartbag · 4 months

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Stan X Reader S2 Pt. 7

Warning: N/A

Background: Making a game plan and step one

Status: Ongoing

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'Game plan'

While you had no idea what you were doing and had no way of knowing if planning would help you at all you still decided, after your 4th glass of wine, to figure out the best course of action.

So here you are in the kitchen scribbling down things on the whiteboard on the kitchen. Kyle was watching you quietly trying to pretend as if he was fully understanding everything you were mumbling to yourself.

"Ok so." You said pointing to a stick figure drawing you made in the top corner. "This is Sarah."

"Yeah...um I can definitely see the resemblance," Kyle said in a deadpan voice.

"We do what's best for her always. So I wrote a five-step plan." You said tapping the end of your marker on the list string of words next to the number one. "Step one. I reach out to Stan and talk in private. I make sure he's good for Sarah to be around, we work around his schedule"

Kyle nodded and you continued on, so distracted you didn't feel him taking away your glass of wine.

"Step two. We slowly introduce Stan to Sarah but we don't tell her right away who he is."

"I trust your judgment but is that best?" Kyle asked raising a brow.

Your brows knit together as you look over at him. "Yes. Look I know Stan came all the way here the second he found out and that should prove how into this he is, but what if after two playdates he decides it all too much and disappears again? Then I have to explain to Sarah why her dad doesn't want her"

"He will want her though. There's no doubt about it. You know I have criticized Stan for years, but I'm vouching for him. How many times is she going to be with him until you tell her?" Kyle's voice was soft and while you know he didn't mean any harm by it, it stung a bit.

You let out a sigh and run a hand through your hair. "I was thinking a few months but now that you say it like that it sounds stupid."

You felt like a child who was just told by the teacher that the math problem they answered was wrong. Sure you weren't operating on your normal 100% sober mind but this plan was still good. But Kyle was right and you hated admitting it.

"If you think you should do it, do it." He said with a shrug and paused knowing what your answer would be, because that stupid look in his eyes was already there.

"Fine. Two weeks. Minimum." You said turning back to the board but even with your back turned you could hear him smirking. "Step three. They go on one outing alone together. After which we will ask Sarah what she thinks and if she comes back in one piece, he has my full trust."

"Sounds good," Kyle said with a nod. "What's four and five?"

"If Stan makes it past three, then we are going to lay down even more rules." You said biting the inside of your cheek, preparing to say what you want out loud. "I don't want him bringing other women around her."

"Why?" Kyle didn't sound curious when he asked it. It was more of a question he asked just to hear you say your answer out loud. Not because he didn't know it, but because he was making sure you did.

You take a shaky breath and look down at your feet, god you need to get your toes done. "I... I can't trust them. I don't know what they'll be like. What if they do stuff around her that I don't want to happen?"

"And?"

"...and what if Sarah likes being around them? What if Sarah likes them more than me and wants to be with Stan more and he ends up fighting for custody or something and wins because he has like a gorillion dollars and I still drive a crappy honda civic." You're a bit out of breath from pushing all of those words out as fast as you could, but Kyle still doesn't seem satisfied.

"And what if... Stan likes them? What he marries them and every time Stan gets to be alone with Sarah... they get to be a family together." You whisper as if it was some shameful secret you didn't want anyone to know about.

"OK," Kyle said, finally satisfied. "Step five?"

"Step five... we tell Sarah that Stan is her dad and she gets to choose how often they see each other." You said finally looking back at him.

He was watching you closely. It was humbling in a way, but when he gave a small smile and a thumbs up you knew he would support your plan. "So when do we start?"

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"Ok, maybe this was a bad idea." You whisper to Kyle as you take a huge step back from the hotel room door. "You know I don't have good ideas when I'm drunk, why would you let me do this? Why are you encouraging this."

"I'm starting to understand why you never dated," Kyle said rubbing his temple. "Look you're a grown woman. Put on your big girl pants and knock already."

"He has to be sleepy I wouldn't want to bother him, plus what if he already checked out and isn't even here anymore and the second I knock an old man in his underwear comes out and starts yelling at me and-"

Before you could finish your rambling Kyle knocked on the door loudly and then ran down the hall, not even stopping to give you a second glance. You were frozen stuck in place and once your brain finally comprehended what was going on, the door was already opening. Maybe if you stand still he won't see you?

A sudden whiff of aftershave and mint hit you. Stan was standing there in a scratchy bathrobe, his hair wet and perfect water droplets dripping down his neck. His blue eyes ran down your body and then up to your face. He blinked a few times as you gathered the courage to say something.

"H-hey.."

SMACK

You look up seeing the moment his hand makes contact with his own face. You gasp and immediately start stroking his cheek. "Why the fudge would you do that?"

He stares down at you a small smile on his lips. "I'm not dreaming."

"You smacked yourself to see if you were dreaming or not? God, you're so dumb." You scolded gently pushing him into the room and closing the door behind you. "I swear do you think before you do anything?"

"Not most of the time, no." He said still staring at you with that stupid smile on his face. Suddenly his eyes widened and he gently grasped your shoulders. "Wait why are you here? Is everything all right? I-is Sarah ok? Does she need a kidney? I-i have two!"

"What? No. God just-" You said with an exasperated sigh. You guided him to his bed and sat him down.

He didn't seem thrown off by it. You could probably twist him like a pretzel and he'd stay that way until you told him to untangle. You took a step back and stood in front of him.

"We need to talk. Last time we got nowhere. This time Sarah isn't here so if you want to yell at me go ahead." You said closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

"I'm not going to yell at you. I'm sorry I did last time." You opened your eyes seeing Stan looking down at his hands in his lap as he continued. "I was angry. I was upset, but you're the mother of my child and I shouldn't have treated you that way."

He should apoligize, but why is this apology making your stomach cartwheel and move around like it's on an episode of Dance Moms? You rub your sweaty palms on your jeans and nod.

"I'm sorry too. It was a lot all at once and I don't blame you for being upset." You said softly looking down at the ground.

Everything the past few days has made you feel like a child and this doesn't help.

"I just want what's best for everyone. If that means getting on a plane and never stepping foot back here again, I'll do it." He said biting the inside of his cheek.

"I... I don't want that Stan. I want... I want to try to make this work." You said sitting down on the bed next to him and staring at the white wall across from you. "I was thinking last night. It would have killed me if Sarah looked at me and just... didn't know who I was."

"It was so hard. She's so big already." He said with a small sniffle and it just broke your heart.

"I'm so sorry Stan." You said in a shaky voice. "You would have been a great father and I had no right to keep that from you."

"I understand why you did. It's all my fault." He said and the floodgates immediately opened for both of you.

"You're here now and I want to make it right. You put your life on hold the second you found out and that means so much. For years I didn't know how you'd react and I was so terrified you wouldn't want us." You said trying to wipe as many tears as you could, but they wouldn't stop.

"There was never a day in my life where I didn't want you Y/N... and now with Sarah." He said choking on a sob. "I don't know if I could breathe without you both."

Grieving would be the best way to describe what's happening. You both lost so much. So much time together. So much time trying to function as anything that resembled a family. Every major first, Stan missed out on killed you but sitting here you can see he felt the same.

His hand reaches for yours and you don't stop him. As your fingers intertwine you know this is where they're supposed to be, filling in the gaps of his.

A/N: I'm sorry ok? I'm so burnt out but I really love doing these I just have no time. I'm trying to do better but I make no promises. I love you all so much thank you for being so patient you have no idea what it means to me. Especially @nwjn-z they are so sweet every time I come back. I literally love you sm. Thank you guys so much for reading I love every single one of you 🩵🩵🩵

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hxlyhoax · 1 year

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Paralyzed

Based off of Paralyzed by Big Time Rush

Rowan Laslow x Reader

warning(s): I hate the ending. semi proof read. all mistakes are mine. if I need to add anything else let me know :)

━━━━━ © hxlyhoax 2023 do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work. I do not own the rights to Wednesday or any of the canon characters mentioned.

You walked with Enid right by your side. You were new to Nevermore and she was showing you around while also keeping you up with the latest gossip around the school or in the next town over that was named Jericho.

“Dude” Xavier frowned at his roommate, hitting his arm. “Huh” the dazed boy let out, looking at the long haired boy. “You weren’t listening?”

Rowan shook his head, guilt clear in his features. “I got distracted.” he frowned, watching as Xavier furrowed his eyebrows and looked to where the shorter boy nodded his head. “Oh, They’re new.”

Rowan only nodded, biting his lip. You’d never notice him. He knew it. Xavier knew it. Hell, Enid probably already knew it.

The next time he saw you was when you were going against Bianca in fencing. He watched intensely as you and the siren went after each other, smiling once he realized you had won the match.

“Nice moves.” Bianca smiled, staring you down. “Thank you.” you nodded, smiling back before looking over to another student who wanted to go against you.

“You should talk to them.” Xavier whispered in the boys ear, smiling softly. “I- I can’t-” Rowan shook his head, taking a short breath. “And why is that?” the long haired boy frowned, tilting his head. “They’re out of my league. And i’ll make a fool out of myself if I do.” the boy frowned, looking to his roommate with a look similar to a wounded puppy. “Would you like me to talk to them for you?”

“You would do that?” Rowan asked, confused as why the boy who seemed to careless about him would help. “Yeah” Xavier nodded, looking towards you again, waving slightly when he noticed you were looking in their direction.

You waved back with a smile on your face. A smile that made Rowan melt. Oh, how he loved you.

The third time he saw you was at the carnival. You were accompanied by Xavier who was hopefully putting in a good word for him.

“So how are you liking Nevermore?” Xavier asked, smile on his face. “It’s alright” you shrugged, “Kind of like every other private school i’ve been to, just with more outcasts and I actually like the uniform.”

“You like the uniform?” the tall boy cringed, watching as you chuckled lightly and nodded. “Way better than my last ones. Those were hideous.”

“Do you like anyone?”

You stared at him for moment, head tilted. “I like a lot of people.”

“No, like like.”

“like like ?”

“like like.” Xavier nodded his head, trying to laugh at thought of you two just repeating two words. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t think I know anyone that much to “like like” them.” you shrugged, “But I am curious about someone.”

“Oh? do tell.”

“This boy. He wears glasses. He’s-”

“Rowan. His name is Rowan. He’s my roommate actually.”

“Oh- Did I do something wrong? Because it seems like he’s always avoiding me.” you frowned, placing your hands in your pockets.

“Oh, no. I can promise you, you did nothing wrong. He’s just really awkward that’s all. But, if you liked to meet him I can set something up.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” you shook your head, smiling softly. “But, thanks though.”

“No. I insist. He’s right over there actually.” Xavier pointed to a boy who was sitting alone at a bench. The same boy you had been curious about for weeks. The same boy you may have developed a little crush on. The same boy who-

“Well?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah, let’s go.” you nodded, missing the way he inaudibly chuckled to himself.

“Rowan” Xavier called out as the both of you walked over, watching as he turned his head, eyes going wide at the sight of you. “Oh, hi.” the boy smiled, pushing his glasses up, doing his best to control his breathing, keeping a tight fist on his inhaler that was in his pocket. “Rowan this is Yn. Yn this is Rowan.”

“Hi, Yn.” Rowan nodded, staring at you for a few seconds before looking to the ground again. “Hi, Rowan. It’s nice to finally meet you. Heard a lot of good things actually.”

“Good things?” he asked, looking up, cheeks going red as Xavier winked at him. He really was playing wingman. And he’d forever be in debt to the psychic. “Yeah. You’ve got yourself a good wingman over here.” you chuckled, sitting across from him.

“Oh- Uhm- Wingman? No-”

You stared at him as he used his inhaler, frowning slightly. “Do I make you nervous?”

The boy in the glasses looked at you, swallowing silently. “Not in a bad way.”

“In a good way then?”

“He likes you.” Xavier cut off the awkward encounter. “Xav-”

“I like you too.”

Both boys looked over at you. Xavier smiling in triumph and Rowan in shock. “You do?” Rowan began to smile, setting his inhaler down, controlling his breaths once again. “I do.”

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host-club-hq · 2 years

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Pretend

➼ pairing: tamaki suoh x reader

➼ summary: you've let an untrue secret slip to your parents, and now you're counting on the king of the host club to save you from it all

➼ word count: 6.9k

➼ what to expect: "I have a proposition for you, of sorts."

➼ warnings: slight angst

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➼ stay tuned for an absolutely lovely piece of fanart of this fic at the very end done by none other than @glomp-me

"Young Mistress! Supper is ready!" A maid hollers down the hallways for you. You perk up from your attention directed to your laptop, fingers across the keyboard coming to an abrupt halt when the idea of food registers in your mind and causes your stomach to growl. You promptly shut your laptop and launch yourself eagerly from your bed, "Coming!"

You slide into the dining room in your sock-clad feet, nearly stumbling over yourself. Your parents greet you with questioning looks as they watch you plop into your seat and straighten your posture.

"... what?" You cock a brow. Your father sighs. "Oh, nothing." He decides as the kitchen staff arrives behind each of you, spreading your napkins over your laps and setting down the tableware.

"Ooh, Ramen." You mutter as your plate is presented beautifully. Finally, you snatch up your chopsticks and grab a bite, lifting it to your mouth when you catch the unamused gazes of your parents settled on you.

"y/n." Your mother scolds quietly under her breath. You groan.

"Right,” You sigh. “May I begin?" You roll your eyes mockingly.

"Yes, you may." Your father finally picks up his utensils much more slowly than you. You make a giddy noise and shovel the ramen into your mouth with vigor.

Your father glances to your mother, who shrugs and shakes her head as if to say, 'What are you gonna do?'

Of course, your parents stuck you in private etiquette classes early in your childhood in hopes you would grow up with a habit of perfect manners and behaviors. But, you quickly learned that your perfect etiquette could be reserved for important dinners and prestigious events... not at home every night. As a result, your parents can only have nightmares about how you behave in your friends' homes and at other events.

Fortunately, you know how to put yourself together when you need to; you just see no reason to have to impress your parents.

Unlike most parents of students of your financial standing, your mother and father have unconditional love and respect for you as their daughter. You don't want to take over the family business? They'll hand it down to one of your siblings or a good friend that they trust when they retire. You want to date a commoner? Sure, just be safe, please, and let us meet them first! You're not doing exceptionally well in school? Let's talk about the underlying problem, and we'll help you navigate through it to keep your grades up. You don't want to be a businesswoman? Well, what career would you like to pursue?

"So, y/n, how was school?"

You glance up, mouth full. You swallow noisily, "Fine." You shrug, dipping down for another bite.

"Is it going well?" Your mother pushes further.

"Same as always." You sigh in exasperation.

Your father slowly pokes at her meal, "There must be something going on. How are your classes going? Any life updates?"

"Love life updates?" Your mother interjects with jokingly curious brow movements. You scoff.

"Me? Right." Your friend group tends to revolve around other girls your age, and you've never even really looked at anyone in school differently than... a bystander, a classmate, an acquaintance. You happen to get along much better with other females, although you idly nod along when they whisper and squeal to you or other friends about the dreamy boy they're crushing on... usually they're all from the same group.

Sure, you can agree and probably argue the fact that there's a particular group of boys that are stunningly, ethereally handsome. So much so that you can't even begin to understand how God crafted them by hand or why they took so much time on those individuals, but... you wouldn't say you want to pursue any romantic relationship with any of them. The Host Club may be an attractive group, but you pay them little to no mind.

"I refuse to believe that there is not one boy at your school that you don't think is a little bit cute." Your mother pinches her fingers together to emphasize just how little.

"What about those boys at the Host Club? Many of your friends' fathers complain about how much their daughters frequent their club, so they must be something. It's just a bonus that they're all extremely well off, you know."

"No, dear, remember? The newest member is an honor student." Your mother dabs the corners of her mouth with her cloth napkin.

"Oh, yes, that's right. I hear he's more than intelligent enough to make his own way."

You've tuned out their conversation about Haruhi as you slowly chew your food, lost in your thoughts. You guess you simply never thought about joining your friends in attending the Host Club... the thought never occurred to you.

You're asked a question by one of your parents; you couldn't say which, and you blankly nod, humming a faint, "mhm," and think nothing of it.

"Really? You like one of the Host Club boys?"

Your eyes become wide, and you realize you made a detrimental mistake in your absentmindedness during this conversation.

"Which one? Is it one of the Hitachiin brothers? Morinozuka? Fujioka?" Your mother's attention is suddenly solely on you.

"Uh..." You don't even remember most of their names... so you resort to the last option. He's in quite a few of your classes, and you've gotten somewhat acquainted with him... you guess you could call him a friend.

"Suoh." He's got to be reputable enough... everyone knows who Tamaki Suoh is.

"Oh, Tamaki is just wonderful! Always so polite." Smiling proudly, your mother continues to await your continued responses.

You nod, "Mhm, he's very wonderful." You sincerely hope that this entire ordeal will blow over.

"Are you dating this boy?"

That's... the opposite of blowing over. You crane your neck to glance at your father with bewilderment, about to vehemently deny his inquiry, when you catch the hopeful look in your mother's eye, "Oh, are you?" She gasps.

You can't seem to stop yourself from letting out a hesitant and awkward, "Yes….Yes, I am."

Oh, Christ, are you in trouble now...

"Why didn't you tell us? We have to invite him to dinner straight away!" Always diligent; your mother is already making plans.

"Well done, y/n. Tamaki is a wonderful young man, and he comes from quite the family." Your father nods approvingly.

You can't deny the way your heart flutters at the expression of pride but then proceeds to sink when you realize the weight of this situation. You've just claimed to be dating possibly the most prestigious boy in the entirety of Ouran Academy... how have you dug yourself in a grave this deep?

"Please, invite him for dinner one night! I want to hear everything."

"Sure thing, Mom..." Your wide eyes dart to your plate and stay there for the remainder of the night.

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"Welcome, my princesses! It is our pleasure to serve you." The Host Club has assumed an interesting take on wait staff. Today, they're dressed as butlers and are waiting on each guest as if they were all in the errand boy role.

"May we get anything for you, Mistresses?" The twins approach a table full of guests with formal bows and arms folded behind their backs. They swoon in earnest.

"Quite an interesting concept..." You glance around apprehensively, trailing tentatively behind your group of host-obsessed friends.

Suddenly, your little soiree is bombarded with the personality of the king, "Welcome back, princesses!" His glittering eyes slide over to your unfamiliar gaze, "Oh, y/n! It's so lovely to see you here, although unexpected! Your friends talk about you a lot, you know."

You nearly glower at your friends- how on earth are you brought up in any conversation they've had with the handsome host? And... what are they saying?

"We finally got her to come visit you!" One of your friends squeals.

"Well, it's my pleasure to introduce you to our humble corner of Ouran Academy." Tamaki bows like a true prince descended from royalty.

Your friends shove your shoulders with a smirk, drawing a grunt from you as you stumble closer to Tamaki, "We reserved you some one-on-one time! Go on." Giggling and whispering ensue as Tamaki takes you gently by the hand and leads you to a lone table near the quieter end of the clubroom.

Like the gentleman he is, he assists you in sitting across from him, gracefully placing himself in the opposite chair and leaning toward you with a charming smile, "Princess, please, tell me everything about yourself. I hardly know you outside of class." He tilts his head in the most adorable manner, smiling a pearly white smile as his enrapturing violet eyes are trained on you.

You clear your throat, "Well, first thing's first... I'm not actually here for the... er, services you offer." You dive straight to your goal.

Tamaki isn't anticipating that answer, "Oh... alright, what would my princess like to see me for, might I ask?" He tilts his head and does his best to regain his facade after dipping into a slightly dumbfounded state of mind.

"I have a proposition for you, of sorts." You hum, resting your chin on your intertwined fingers with a devilish grin.

You move on before allowing him to ask any sort of question, "I need you to be my boyfriend."

Blinking, Tamaki chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck with his well-practiced answer, "I'm sorry, princess, I'm not looking for any type of relationship at the moment-"

You raise your hand to effectively halt him in his hasty excuse, "Neither am I, Suoh; just hear me out."

Your serious tone of voice catches him off-guard, "Then wha-"

"I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. You see, I might have possibly let it slip to my parents that I was dating a member of the Host Club... your name was the first to come to mind. You know my parents, do you not? The l/n’s?"

Caught entirely out of sorts, Tamaki stammers, "O-of course! Your family is very well known; how could I not?" He mutters nervously.

"It'll only be for... possibly a week? Maybe more, but I digress... I'll do all of the heavy lifting; you won't have to lift a finger, trust me. You just have to show up when I need you, so my parents know you exist as my boyfriend..."

"Princess... As much as I'd like to help you out, my guests, they'd-"

"I have considered that, and here's what I've come up with." You seem to be keen on interrupting him. Tamaki pouts and shuts his mouth.

"When I no longer require your services... we'll fake a dramatic separation... think of the attention you'll receive and how your guests will console you to no end. They'll be devastated that your heart has been broken, and although I will undoubtedly receive the blunt end and every girl within a 10-mile radius will despise me... think of the glory you'll be basking in."

Tamaki hadn't thought about it that way... it would surely draw attention to him and the club in turn and satisfy the budget he'd overlooked when on a prop shopping spree earlier this week... without Kyoya's knowledge, of course.

"I'm sure I can count on your acting skills to satisfy the role. Do we have a deal?" You extend your hand in a professional manner with a cocked brow.

Sitting stiffly, posture rigid and anxious, Tamaki gulps, "Well, the attention would be nice... and at least you're not a total stranger... who would I be if I weren't helping out a friend?" He shakes your hand gently with a nervous smile.

You smirk; you knew you could count on his sympathy for others.

"So, um... how does this work?" His voice shakes slightly, glancing around anxiously.

"Leave that to me... though you might want to be prepared to receive confessions of broken hearts and jealous stares tomorrow."

"Huh?"

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The following day, Tamaki is swarmed the moment he enters his first-period classroom. Primarily by girls, but some boys have joined in the mobbing as well.

"How could you do this to me?"

"We're so happy for you, Tamaki!"

"Wow, that was really bold! Good for you!"

"How will I ever go on?"

The responses are... quite varied. Some express sob stories; others are pats on the back and 'congratulations.'

... what exactly did he do?

He spots you standing in the middle of a different mob, twirling an elegant letter between your fingers with a smug smile and a hand on your hip. Tamaki blinks, trying his best to listen in.

"Read it again, y/n! It's just so dreamy." Tamaki recognizes a student as one of his regular guests.

"If I must: “y/n, my love, you are like the calm to my storm, the soother of the wild, crashing waves of my heart. Like a goddess, you rescued me. I humbly ask that you be mine as if such a mortal man could tame such an immortal queen. I patiently await your answer, Tamaki Suoh."

The girls squeal, and Tamaki receives more friendly claps to his shoulders and back, nearly knocking him forward. Is... he supposed to have written that letter? Of course, he assumes this is all part of your plan... and you sure are set on making it as believable as possible. That definitely sounds like something Tamaki would come up with in the spur of the moment.

"Is it true, Tamaki? Are you really in love with y/n?" Tamaki cannot tell whether or not the question comes tearfully or excitedly.

He hesitates but catches your urging eye, "... yes. I'm unfathomably in love with y/n, and I just needed to ask if she would accept me." He easily falls back into his hostly facade, falling to your side on one knee and cradling your hand while his other cradles his chest in the location of his heart.

You chuckle, "Wow, I really don't know what to say." You turn away from his eyes bashfully, and Tamaki must admit, you're quite the actress yourself. You've managed to bring a pink tint to your cheeks. He can feel one of his own coming on... strangely involuntary.

"I would be a fool to deny you, Tamaki." You smile prettily. You lean down and peck his cheek quickly, nearly catching him off guard. But, Tamaki Suoh is a strong man- ever the actor.

"At last! My princess, I've been waiting for you." He pulls you into an iconic, intimate embrace, one that you recognize from his club activities.

Pretending to be your boyfriend should surely come easily to Tamaki, the King of the Host Club, seducer of women... an easy feat to him. This'll be nothing more than charming a guest, right? Just... a little bit longer, that is. It's literally his job; nothing could possibly go wrong... could it?

You, on the other hand, are thinking similar thoughts. You were never attracted to any of the boys in the Host Club, and this shouldn't deter you from that abstinent path... should it? You mean, it'll be easy. You consider yourself a strong girl, able to brush off flattery of all sorts. This'll be a breeze... right?

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"That must be Tamaki. Could someone get the door?" Your mother continues to direct the wait staff, and a maid scurries off to answer the door when the doorbell is rung.

It's been a few weeks since you've begun this charade... you wanted to make the relationship believable, and you couldn't have Tamaki come over just a day or so after he'd 'asked you out...' To be fair, you really hope that no one in your class, or their parents, happens to mention the exact date that Tamaki performed his proclamation of love... because you told your parents you were dating before this plan fell into action. You keep your fingers crossed at all times these days.

Your heart drops, and you discreetly hurry after the maid, peeking around the corner as she opens the door. The moment you see that head of blonde hair, you duck behind the corner and pray that you haven't been seen. When you gain the courage to peek around the corner, the maid is taking Tamaki's coat, and you decide to make your appearance. You inhale deeply and step out from hiding, dusting the lap of your dress off as you stride to greet him.

Tamaki's eyes catch your appearing figure, and he smiles. He looks dashing.

"Glad you could make it... sorry for the short notice." You chuckle nervously. Tamaki shakes his head, "Nonsense! I'm happy to be here."

Just as the conversation lulls, your parents appear in the entry hall.

"You must be Tamaki Suoh." Your father acknowledges, announcing his presence. Tamaki immediately bends in a deep bow.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. l/n." He straightens with a bright, close-eyed smile.

Tamaki doesn't expect your mother to embrace him tightly. He grunts, arms pinned to his side as your mother constricts him.

"Wonderful to meet you, Tamaki. You're just as handsome as y/n described you." She teases. You can feel steam coming from your ears as your cheeks turn a pale pink.

Tamaki scoops her hand into his own and bends slightly to place a gentle kiss on the back, "The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. l/n."

"Oh, how charming. Your little club must teach you a lot." Your mother chuckles, touching her cheek gently as she admires him.

"Yes, very charming. Let's move on, shall we?" You urge.

"Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to get a picture of the two of you!" Your mother briefly leaves the room and ushers in one of the maids, who sets down a tripod with a camera; another follows shortly with lighting.

"What?" You inquire dumbly as you watch your maids scurry around like professional photographers.

"Go on, y/n, get closer." She waves you closer to Tamaki. You take a baby step, smiling sheepishly. This picture is going to come out atrociously.

"Closer. It's like you aren't even dating." Your mother scoffs.

… how funny.

You spare Tamaki an apprehensive glance, but the smile he gives in return seems to calm your nerves just enough. You carefully loop your arm through his and lean against his side.

"That's perfect. Look over here- one, two..." The camera flashes, causing you to blink rapidly at the sudden burst of light.

"Is this awkward?" You whisper through clenched teeth to Tamaki.

"Not if you don't think about it." He whispers back, teeth clenched in a smile in the same fashion. You nod to yourself.

"Now I want a romantic one... alright, let's see." Your heart beats with the anticipation of your mother's following words.

"Oh, I know. y/n, kiss his cheek, just for a moment."

"Huh?" You gawk, tensing considerably at her words.

"If you'd prefer to kiss his lips, that would suffice as well-"

"Cheek, I'll do cheek." You rise on the tips of your toes and peck Tamaki's nearest cheek. He isn't expecting you to comply so quickly with the instructions; he's absolutely positive that his reaction was caught on camera- flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

"Darling, I think we should move on." Your father glances at his watch with an exasperated sigh.

Scoffing, "Oh, alright. We'll do more another time. Dinner awaits!" The maids scurry off with the equipment, and you lead Tamaki behind your parents to the dining room.

Thankfully, dinner isn't as sufficiently awkward as you imagined it would be. There are rarely silences; most of the time spent at the table is filled with chatter, small talk, and silverware clinking against plates. You sit beside Tamaki across from your parents, glancing up now and then when your mother asks a question that catches you off guard.

However, nothing prepared you for this next tone.

"I can't believe we haven't asked yet, but how did the two of you meet? I know y/n doesn't frequent your club, so it leaves me wondering." Your mother asks casually.

You genuinely believe the both of you will answer with something along the lines of, 'Oh, we're in the same class. It was bound to happen at some point.'

Tamaki has other plans, it seems.

"I'll never forget the moment I first laid eyes on y/n." He begins with, adorning his theatrical voice, and you know you're in for a ride.

"We've always been in the same class, but it wasn't until about a year ago that I really started to think differently about her. I don't even remember what question our sensei asked; all I can remember was her articulate answer..." Tamaki sighs dreamily, glancing over at you with an incredibly boyish smile.

You find yourself smiling back at him in earnest, your heart pulsating with a strange sensation when he gently pats your hand resting on the table with his own twice. Your fingers feel electric, almost causing you to flinch at the bolt of electricity that shoots up your arm.

"That was when I knew I was intrigued. The rest was history, right Sunny?"

You blink, "Sunny?" You nearly laugh.

"The light of my life needs a nickname, doesn't she?"

You want to coo at how absolutely adorable that little pun was. You manage to keep to yourself, however.

"y/n has always been such a smart girl. No surprise there." Your father chuckles as he sips from his glass.

This acting like your boyfriend thing is coming a lot more easily to Tamaki than he anticipated. That might have seemed like quite the practiced script to you, but Tamaki spoke from the heart. He even caught himself off guard with that story. Not one word of it was dishonest, now that he thinks about it. He remains silent for the next few moments, brows slightly furrowed as the gears in his brain turn and creak in order to understand where the hell that story even came from.

Because that really did happen. The sensei had asked a question to the entire class, and it seemed like no one was going to answer for the longest time until... the sensei pointed to the back of the class with a smile. Naturally, it caused everyone in the front to turn back, including Tamaki. His eyes landed on you with your hand raised timidly. His eyes were glued to your lips as they formed around the words in your answer, and Tamaki can't even recall anything you said.

He didn't know that's how he felt about that moment until he regaled your parents with the tale. He quickly retracts his hand from yours and folds them on his lap, becoming increasingly embarrassed as he lets his fringe cover his eyes, hiding the blush spreading up to his ears.

The remainder of the meal is just a tad quieter than every moment leading up to that point. The entirety of the time, however, you're still reeling from his story. To Tamaki's advantage, you don't recall that moment ever existing, but the notion that he was quick enough to come up with an anecdote that detailed... it has you feeling some sort of way. A sort of way that makes you feel giddy enough to squeal if you hadn't control over yourself.

The next time you sneak a glance at his side profile, your heart soars... and you catch it. You shove it down from cloud nine and quickly turn away, blinking to yourself as if to ask...what the hell?

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The following week or so at Ouran is filled with jealous glares from delusional girls and varied reactions from your friends and classmates. The question you're constantly asked is- how's Tamaki? Are the two of you doing well? The two of you make a wonderful couple, don't you agree?

And you find yourself agreeing with them. It's kept your parents exceedingly happy and proud that you managed to accomplish a feat such as this. That was your goal, after all... all of this to please your parents.

You seem to be forgetting that goal. It almost feels as though you're really dating Tamaki at certain points. He often sends you unprompted little gifts that you look forward to at least every other day, signed with a poetic love letter each time.

While, at first, the thought of keeping this up for so long gave you significant discomfort, like you would be carrying a burden all this time, you've grown to dread the moment that this charade will come to an end. As a result, you're always looking for excuses to keep up the act until you've simply had your fill.

And it's utterly confusing. Why has this idea bloomed into constant anticipation of when you'll see Tamaki next? Constantly expecting his small gestures of affection and poems on your desk almost every morning? Why does your heart flutter when your classmates mention your names together in the same sentence? Why do you find yourself daydreaming to the thought of him?

Have you grown to... like dating Tamaki?

That thought stops you abruptly in your tracks one day while wandering down the halls. Strangely, the hall is empty, and you've noticed you're walking past the ever-so-infamous Music Room #3. Forgetting the pressing thought for a moment, you briefly think to yourself that you might pay your fake boyfriend a visit because... what else are you doing?

Just as you're going to turn the door handle, you notice that it's already cracked, and you hear hushed voices on the inside. You're about to push the door open and announce yourself when... your name is mentioned.

"This thing between you and y/n has been going on for a really long time-"

"- aren't you getting tired of it?"

The notorious sentence structure of the twins. Your brows furrow. To be honest, you didn't expect Tamaki to keep the relationship a secret from them. It was far too out of character for him to suddenly acquire a girlfriend without their prior knowledge of something going on between them. So, understandably, you expected the entirety of the Host Club knew of this arrangement... but the current conversation is what has you bewildered.

Meanwhile, inside, Tamaki blinks owlishly at their question, "W-what do you mean?"

"It's gotta be tiring."

"Yeah, all of your guests are leaving." Kaoru leans on his brother's shoulder.

You feel an immense wave of guilt wash over you. Both of you had anticipated a dip in his guest rate... but you assumed they would gradually come back.

Tamaki finds himself missing the attention of his guests, it's true. But, every time he finds himself missing them a bit too much, he happens to bump into you, and you always manage to put a smile on his face. Then he asks himself the question... what was I upset about again? I can't seem to remember.

"Oh, um..." Tamaki can't find the words that won't give him away, "At times, it's tiring…I guess?" He purses his lips, the words feeling foreign on his tongue.

Behind the safety of the door, your heart sinks. But, the onslaught doesn't stop there.

"Why did you agree to this arrangement again?" Kyoya sighs with an underlying tone of exasperation, eyes focused on the dwindling numbers of their profits at the essential loss of the king's priority.

Tamaki pouts, "She was a friend in need. I didn't think it would have such a big effect."

Coldly, Kyoya adjusts his glasses, "She's running our club into the ground." In question, Tamaki peaks at his numbers and notices the exponential drop. He gulps.

"She's just become a nuisance at this point... you're probably going to have to do something." Kyoya turns to his best friend in question.

"I guess you're right..." Tamaki grumbles childishly.

You do your best to blink away the tears forming at your waterline at Tamaki's agreement with the harsh statement. You always knew Kyoya was an asshole, and anyway, what good is his opinion?

What really sinks in is the inevitable end to your little fake relationship, and that's the reality you refuse to bear.

A bit too loudly, you shove yourself off the door and storm down the hallway, using your sleeve to wipe away stray tears haphazardly.

The door creaks, gaining the attention of the twins, Tamaki, and Kyoya. All they see is a flash of yellow; none of them quite catch who it was.

"Who the hell was that?" Hikaru deadpans, not bothering to rise from his position, head and arms perched atop his brother. At the thought of a distraught or upset guest, Tamaki springs to his feet and is in the doorway within mere seconds. A natural reaction, really.

Your retreating figure is unmistakable. Tamaki allows himself a few seconds of utterly confused silence before he's calling you, "Sunny?"

You turn over your shoulder, suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of hurt that quickly converts to anger, "What?"

Tamaki blinks at your harsh tone; maybe his heart pulsates strangely. "What are you doing here?"

You scoff, "I'm just leaving, actually." Arms crossed over your chest, you turn to leave again. Tamaki stumbles over his response, "Wha- where are you going? Don't leave!" He pleads, almost playful. He doesn't understand the gravity of what you've heard.

"I'm not stupid; I heard everything." Your voice grows a tad quieter.

"What do you mean you-" Tamaki stops himself with a gasp, heart falling out of his ass when he recalls the conversation between himself, Kyoya, and the twins.

"So, excuse me." You push out, trying your hardest to tear your tearful gaze away from him.

Turning back for a moment, you sigh, breath shaking, "If I'm so tiring... why help me?" Your gaze is glued to the floor.

Tamaki's next words come out in a rush, "But you're not-"

"Don't lie!" You raise your voice; a pathetic hiccup follows, furthering the crack of guilt in Tamaki's heart.

"I should've known. If I'm such a nuisance and you're so tired of me, then I guess you don't have to do it anymore."

"Sunny, what are you saying-?"

"I'm-" You're at a loss for words, the nickname once again catching you off guard, you blurt out the only response you find appropriate, "I'm breaking up with you!"

Tamaki lets out a breath unknowingly, eyes growing wide with your jarring declaration.

"There. Now your guests can have you, and you won't have to deal with me anymore." Spinning on your heel, you manage to storm off for good this time.

"Please, Sun- y/n, wait-!" Unfortunately, by the time Tamaki makes it around the corner himself, he's lost sight of you.

And it really feels as though you broke off a meaningful relationship... his heart clenches painfully, and he feels like crying. He clutches onto the fabric of his blazer near his chest, and he can feel his lip tremble ever so slightly, eyes wide-set in panic when he can't find you, eyes glossy.

But... he got what he wanted... right?

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"What's with the boss?" Hikaru inquires curiously, brows furrowed with confusion as his eyes fall on Tamaki's thoroughly unamused figure seated with his guests. He lacks that charming smile and sparkle in his eye that the hosts recognize so familiarly.

"Dunno, he's been like this all afternoon." Haruhi is bewildered by his behavior, as well.

It's a well-known rumor by now that you and Tamaki have terminated your relationship... which, in turn, caused a flock of Tamaki's former guests to come crawling back to him with words of encouragement and reassurance.

While the hosts thought he would bask in the attention with his lonely prince facade that they all know so well... he merely offers them a sad smile, nodding in a simple thanks, and listens to them as they continue to ramble on about how much they missed him dearly and while they sympathize with him, they're glad he's back to hosting for them.

Tamaki's eyes are set upon his guests... but he's not looking at them. Instead, he's entirely elsewhere, chin propped on his hand, violet eyes hooded wistfully, and posture slouching.

"You would have thought that the end of that arrangement would be a good thing." Kyoya crosses his arms, notebook tucked under one of his arms.

"Oh, he and y/n broke up?" Haruhi cranes her neck to glance at the host members behind her.

"They weren't a couple; they didn't break up. They just ended their arrangement." Kyoya reminds monotonously.

"How did you not know that?" Kaoru grumbles, brow raised.

Haruhi shrugs, "Well, now we know what's got him depressed."

"But he wasn't really dating y/n-chan... so why is he so upset?" Honey whines, subconsciously clutching Usa-chan in his arms as he and Mori appear beside the other hosts.

"It's not like he's upset because it's over...right?" Kaoru turns to his brother with curious, nearly concerned eyes.

"Only one way to find out." Hikaru looks past his brother as Tamaki wanders over to them, hands shoved in his pockets and eyes trained on the tile floor.

"Hey, Boss, why the long face?" Hikaru presses.

"What do you mean?" Tamaki doesn't spare him a glance, eyes still cast on the floor.

"You're usually more..." Haruhi is at a loss for words.

"Animated?" The twins try in unison. Haruhi nods, "Yeah, usually you'd be soaking up all of this attention." Haruhi follows his trudging figure with her eyes.

"Now, that would be vain, wouldn't it?" Tamaki disappears without another word into the backroom of Music Room #3.

"Vain? I don't ever think I've heard him use that word referring to himself." Kyoya observes curiously, brows furrowed.

"Is Tama-chan okay?" Honey peers upward at Mori.

"Dunno." Mori shrugs shortly, glancing to the rest of the club members.

"I think it's time one of us pay y/n-Senpai a visit." Haruhi sighs.

Hikaru and Kaoru glance at each other and then to Haruhi, "Huh?"

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The Ouran library is a place you can count on for solace. You don't necessarily frequent to browse the literature selection, but rather to do school work or simply take refuge. The library rooms aren't often particularly quiet, but the commotion is bearable.

Haruhi drags her feet to the doorway, groaning as she leans against the door. She's been searching the entirety of the school grounds for you and has yet to find any trace of you.

"Come on... she's gotta be somewhere," Haruhi grumbles as she shoves open the door.

But there she finds you at one of the many tables, cheek propped in your hand as you flip mindlessly through a book you procured from one of the shelves.

"Ah, Senpai!" Haruhi becomes a bit too excited for the expected volume in the library. All heads turn toward her and "shhh!" in unison.

You lift your head at her outburst, brows furrowing as she apologizes in a hushed tone to the remainder of the room and hurries over to your position.

"Haruhi?" You whisper as she frantically pulls up a chair, panting heavily.

"I've been looking everywhere for you." She groans, slumping over when she finally takes a seat.

"Why have you been looking for me?" You spare her one last glance before turning back to your book boredly.

"I heard that... you and Senpai broke it off?" She inquires timidly. You lift your head to meet your eyes once more.

"I... thought you knew it was only pretend." Your voice has become considerably quieter, more demure.

Haruhi nods, "That's what Senpai told us, but he's been acting strangely."

You hum boredly, "How so?" You flip another page with the undertone of disinterest, cheek back in your palm, and propped against the table.

"Ever since he told us it was over... he's been... kind of depressed, I'm not really sure how else to describe it."

You cock a brow, "Depressed?" You scoff, shaking your head to yourself and turning back to your book.

Haruhi sighs at your lack of interest, "Senpai, if I can read anyone... Tamaki-Senpai is by far the easiest to read; he's an open book." She decides to be quite frank with you.

Your interest is suddenly peaked once more, ears practically on alert to listen to her plea, "Where are you going with this?" You ask bluntly.

"Tamaki-Senpai is a great actor, don't get me wrong. But whenever you came around... I just have a feeling he was being genuine, you know? Maybe it was how he looked at you; I don't know." Haruhi chuckles to herself, raking her nails across the back of her neck as she decides how she'll continue.

"Do you really think so?" Haruhi doesn't miss the hopefulness in your tone; she would be a fool to simply dismiss it.

"Trust me... I spend way too much time with all of them, and it's not easy to make Tamaki-Senpai truly long for someone, but somehow you managed to do just that." She laughs

You can't help the smile that tugs at both of your cheeks, promptly shutting the cover of your book and standing to your feet.

"I really appreciate you, Haruhi." You gently pat her shoulder before brushing past her, feet moving to their own accord as they take you sprinting out the door and around the corner.

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Silence is the only thing that accompanies Tamaki in the long, seemingly endless corridor. The pink light through the windows illuminates his figure as he drags himself along, eyes downcast and head slightly hung. His blonde locks cover the top of his vision as his hand haphazardly keeps his school bag to his side.

It's a miracle he doesn't notice another figure turning the corner so abruptly that they almost go tumbling down. He only glances up to the sound of hurried, frantic footsteps that approach him, heels clicking loudly in the silence and stopping just meters away from him.

"Is it true?"

Tamaki could recognize that voice anywhere. He brings his head up, eyes finding your panting frame nearly trembling with nerves- or excitement, neither of you can really tell. Before Tamaki even gets the chance to open his mouth, you speak again.

"I know Haruhi isn't known for being a liar, so part of it has to be true." You exhale deeply, finally catching your breath.

Tamaki's just as stunned by your presence as you are to have heard the news you were just told, "Do you really have feelings for me, or are you just some... some amazing acting scheme?"

Tamaki feels as though he's just had the life knocked out of him, exhaling audibly at your question.

"Was it just pretend?" You finish with, your lips trembling and threaten to split your cheeks when you catch his relieved simper.

"I could never pretend with you, Sunny."

You're unable to stop yourself from lunging toward him, arms thrown around his torso in an almost desperate embrace. Tamaki reacts immediately and well-practiced, bag falling immediately from his hand as his arms wrap tightly around your back, holding you close.

Just as you press your cheek to his chest, he rests his chin atop your head and closes his eyes with utmost relief, finding that peace overwhelms his soul in waves with you slotted into his arms like a lost puzzle piece.

Your breath trembles in an exhale, gripping his blazer tightly in your fingers so that you'll never lose him again.

"If it wasn't obvious... I have feelings for you, too." His chest muffles you.

Tamaki hums in a soft chuckle, pulling away just enough so that he can gaze into your smiling eyes.

"Not even I could have overlooked that."

If you were to put a name on your safest place, on the place that you feel the most at peace, it would be right here in the arms of the most idiotic, spoiled rich blonde that you've ever met in your entire life.

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There Goes My Life : a Jesper Fahey x f!reader FF Assortment : Four

A/N: I’m sorry, I’m a sucker for that smile (above).

Summary: Jesper’s missing piece is found in the form of an unexpected joy.

You followed Kaz into the room, one ear tuned to the sounds around you and the other tuned to Jesper, excitedly rambling.

“Sorcha, yes? Yeah? Love, do you like it? It’s pretty, right?”

You finally turned to face him, towering over you. You reached up and pressed a finger to his lips, the palm of your other hand cupping his cheek.

“Yes, Jesper, it’s beautiful. I did tell you that you could name her. I don’t go back on promises, okay?” you told him, smiling slightly.

He nodded, glanced over your head at Kaz, who was half observing you both with narrowed eyes. He stepped nearer to you and hooked an arm around your shoulders.

“Okay” he murmured.

“What are you guys talking about?” Wylan, the newest member, asked as he wandered in behind you.

“Nothing” Jesper said, tone clipped.

Wylan recoiled a little and glanced at you, concerned. You shook your head at him.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about, Wylan” you assured him. “A private matter.”

You shrugged out of your jacket to replace it with the ruby cloak Nina was holding out to you, a feathered cap in her other hand. Her eyes flicked to Wylan’s as his widened, and then down to your belly, pushing out against the tense fabric of your shirt. Already, your laced up bodice was straining more than usual.

Wylan crossed his arms over his chest and eyed Jesper narrowly.

“A private matter” he repeated dryly. “A private baby?”

You dropped the cloak on the floor and Jesper whirled around, eyes wide.

“How did you know?” he demanded, a potent mix of furious and panicked.

Wylan pointed at your stomach and gestured vaguely to your chest while Nina bit back a grin.

“Points for subtlety” she murmured, turning away.

“You’re showing a bit already” Wylan told you. “And no offense, but you’re not usually so well endowed.”

You felt your entire face as if it was on fire as Jesper glanced down at your chest, curious, Kaz flushed and looked away, and Nina could no longer hide her giggles. Jesper cocked his head to one side and reached out slowly to reel you in, hands stroking your waist.

“I guess they are a bit bigger” he mumbled, grinning cheekily at you.

You shoved your burning face into his chest and swatted his arm, muffled, unintelligible words getting lost in his waistcoat. Nina bent to retrieve the red clock from the floor and wedged it into the small gap between yours and Jesper’s bodies.

“Get dressed” she ordered, smiling at you. “You’re not showing too much, waffles. Don’t worry. Besides, lover boy here will shoot anyone who so much as looks at you funny.”

You glanced up at Jesper and he nodded, a little too eagerly.

“I have eyes on everyone” he said, waggling his eyebrows at you.

You rolled your eyes and pulled the cloak around your shoulders, tying it at your throat and taking the cap from Nina, too. The feather was shiny and glinted in the lowlight of the room.

When you and Jesper were ready, you each took a stoppered vial from Wylan and held it carefully as you headed for the door. Operation plague was underway.

Hours later, you stood with Jesper and Nina in the middle of Dime Lions territory, rolling an empty glass between your palms and watching with horror as Pekka Rollins did his best to beat Kaz to a bloody pulp. Jesper watched with eyes half hidden beneath the wide brim of his ruby hat, his lips turned down from concern. Nina wasn’t looking anymore, but you felt as if it were dishonest of you not to see.

You knew somehow that the pain being inflicted on Kaz would be nothing compared to what he would unleash on Pekka once he could get a breath in.

You were right. You listened in growing horror to Kaz detail precisely what he had done to Pekka’s son, right down to the small toy lion. You sensed Nina’s discomfit and felt Jesper stiffen behind you, one of his hands slipping underneath the cloak you wore and settling gently on your belly. You grasped it and held tight, your fingernails leaving faint pale dents on his palm.

You tipped your head up a little, just enough to be able to see his face under the wide hat. He was already looking back at you, as if waiting for you to notice him.

“Kaz wouldn’t, would he?” you asked softly, afraid.

Jesper just gazed at you, one eyebrow raised slightly.

“It’s hard sometimes to know what Kaz’s line is” he murmured. “He crosses so many boundaries.”

You nodded silently and leaned into him. Suddenly, it was over, Kaz was free and limping over to you, newly signed papers clutched in one fist. He instantly saw your eyes, the way you were looking at him, and your fierce grip on Jesper’s hand over your belly. He raised his gaze to yours, and you thought you glimpsed a flash of shame before it was swallowed by hollow blue depths once more.

“I will never hurt your child” Kaz told you, his words clipped but softened at the edges. “You have my word, both of you.”

With your eyes focused on Kaz, you reached out your hand to him. He didn’t even flinch as he took it, shaking firmly.

“The deal is the deal” you said quietly.

Kaz nodded, eyes flicking to Jesper’s over your head.

“The deal is the deal.”

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bucketofchum · 3 months

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Foster Bros AU Atumu gets a girlfriend at age 22-ish? Maybe older. Maybe 25. She's respectful so she hasn't tried to push his boundaries (he's still aroace but she's a nice person - one of the few nice people he has met in his life), so they haven't ever done anything beyond cuddling before. She's older than he is. A lot of emotional intelligence. More content with under the cut (lots of SA trigger warning)

I think this is after she had met Startop and Startop acts like a total dick bc he's jealous. Atumu tries to defend his foster brother for his behaviour. After all, Startop is the only other human being who has ever been kind to him and genuinely cared for him as a person.

Atumu casually alludes to some bad shit that happened, but he seems emotionally okay with it. Doesn't go into detail but he just mentions it. Like some bad shit happened, but it's bc he's got this deformed body. And Alice is like ?? Bc she has seen Atumu in basically his underwear and he looks fine to her. He looks FINE to her haha. Anyhow he shrugs it off like it's no biggie but she is actually curious. Will be tell her? They've been dating for, idk, like, 2 years now at this point? (Atumu doesn't really know what a relationship is so I guess he doesn't know how long they have been dating. He doesn't even know what dating is).

Atumu is intersex. He doesn't really know what it is, and he doesn't know much about it. But he knows there is something physically "wrong" with him, and that's probably why all the Bad Stuff happened. He has experienced REPEATED sexual assaults, in almost every stage of his life. Early childhood (before 8 years old - but he has no memory of that, age 12 at boarding school from a group of older boys - really fucking traumatic, age 15 when he went to a private university - first week getting drugged and date raped by a bunch of upperclassmen, and 15-18 all throughout his entire undergraduate experience just because he didn't understand boundaries and didn't KNOW he was allowed to say no). By the time he was 18, in his last year in university, he was so emotionally vacant and dissociative and had basically zero will to live. He said no for the first time in his life. And kept saying no. And hadn't had sex since.

Now, some 4-6 years later, it has been a while since he has had any sexual experiences and it's....nice. He has never wanted sex. He was already asexual before the sexual assaults, and afterwards...? He has a hard time distinguishing the difference between sex and rape. Because he has NEVER wanted it. It's all the same to him.

But the kind of tragic thing is that he has sort of internalized it to be...his fault? Like the REASON he was raped was bc of his body. He's got this fucked up body - that's why he was raped. That's why all those horrible things happened to him repeatedly. And this is what he gets for having a fucked up body.

Alice can't imagine what he's talking about since he's so fucking vague about it. He never told her about the rapes, but his vague ass language gave her some idea that he might have been SA'd. But deformed? She's seen almost all of him and the only thing that seemed strange, besides how tall and thin he is, were his large scars across his back. But he has already told her that he doesn't know what those are from (that happened before he was 8 years old, which he has no living memory of).

So she asks to see. Atumu still doesn't know why anyone would want to see his genitals. He thinks all genitals are kinda........ blegh. And his in particular are even more messed up. So he gives her a warning. She still wants to see.

He does eventually show her and.....it sort of all makes sense. Why he'd say that sort of thing. Why he'd think that. He has a penis, like normal - well, I mean not that normal cuz it's MmMmmm..hmmm we will just say more than proportional ... Hm okay no additional comment, but at the base of it, it connects to what looks like a fully formed vagina instead of a scrotum. It looks identical to any normal ciswoman's labia...just weirdly where the clit would be, Atumu instead has his penis. She has heard of "hermaphrodite" before but never knew it could be like this. (She'd spend the next few days furiously teaching herself about it on the internet).

Anyhow, in the moment, she asks if she can touch it. Atumu is uncomfortable, but he allows her to. She tries a bit, but based on Atumu's body language in response, she doesn't push it.

They don't mention it again for a while, but Alice thinks about it nonstop for like...the rest of her life.

#tw: sa #cw: sa mention #lots of trigger warnings for this one under the cut #intersex #oodles of doodles #foster au #alice #anyhow that's not at all what Alice looks like but idk how to draw her #i have aphantasia so I can't picture her but its not that #my OCs that no one cares about #also he never says no to her but she is respectful enough to notice when he is uncomfortable #which is SO GOOD of her

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justrambles · 11 months

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(Beauty and the beast steddie)

No.6 — Stay

As Erica stated, the kids are nerds — surprisingly, even Erica herself.

So obviously the kids get interested in Eddie's stuff, the fantasy books and Dungeons and Dragons manuals and more (turns out they have been big fans of Lord of the Rings since the 50s). And now Eddie is indulging them in the world of fantasy within and beyond Lord of the Rings — that means, he's started to recount his memorable Dungeons and Dragons campaigns to them in the living room. He loves introducing dnd to kids, loved it when he ran the Hellfire club. He wonders if he can play it with these kids. Hopefully.

Eddie thinks he's got the time for it anyway. The storm is still evergoing, painting the world in a gray hue. He didn't expect to be staying here—for two days already— but he guesses it's nice. The kids. Nancy. Steve.

Steve. Since last night's talk, he already feels close to the guy. Eddie feels curious, about why he won't come out, and he nearly gets bitten by Erica when he spaces out thinking about Steve.

That's when a crow runs in.

It's a weird thing to say in your head. Why is it not flying? And how does a crow look so excited? But the kids all act like this is a normal occurrence, so Eddie decides to stay chill, too.

Not having noticed Eddie yet, (which is surprising because he is the biggest lump there) the crow urgently asks,

"Is the Eddie guy still here?"

And quickly finds him herself.

"Good, you're still here. You're staying. I mean, I'm not forcing you to stay, but I'd really like if you did. For a bit longer. You're like, a crazy good thing that's happened to us. Those dorks love you, Nance likes you okay too, And Steve, Steve likes you, he's in a good mood and that's—"

"ROBIN!"

The crow's rambling is only stopped by Steve's voice yelling from upstairs, and Eddie is honestly impressed. He's never seen anyone talk so fast, without control. The crow, Robin, only turns her head towards the stairs and shouts, "Shut up, dingus! I'm trying to do something here, for all of us!"

That causes Steve to grumble, very loudly, from upstairs and shut the door with a bang. Robin doesn't even flinch and turns back to Eddie.

"So, will you stay? With us, for a while?"

Eddie makes a pondering gesture, as if he's thinking it through thoroughly. The kids twitch beside him, waiting for his answer.

"I mean, I couldn't have left if I wanted to right now—not that I want to anyway— but yeah I'll stay, under one condition. That is, only if you answer this question."

"Shoot."

Eddie turns his expression serious, as if he's asking the most difficult question to ever exist.

"Why are you not flying?"

He doesn't know how it's possible, but Robin gives him an incredulous look.

"Have you-, have you tried flying? It takes up more energy than you can imagine. Like, I flap my wings a bit and they get really tired, it gets sore for days after, so it's best if I walk. Or hitch a ride from Steve and Max."

And that... kind of makes sense, okay. So Eddie shrugs to show he's satisfied with the answer.

"Alright, guess I'll be staying then."

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"So," Eddie begins, leaning his head on the doorframe.

"I guess I'll be in your hair for a while."

Steve's voice comes from behind the door, maybe as close to it as Eddie is right now.

"I guess you will be."

They are talking with the door between them again, Eddie and Steve. This is the fourth time it's happening, because Eddie couldn't stay away after last night and just came back to the door whenever he could. He kind of likes talking like this, he's never talked through doors and somehow it feels more private, more intimate.

"Eddie, about what Robin said—"

Eddie hums, recalling the talk from before.

"Don't-, don't feel pressured to stay, okay? We, uh, the kids love you here but that doesn't mean you have to stay for us. Do... whatever you want. Go wherever you want."

Eddie gives another hum.

"You know, Steve, thanks for the offer but I like it here. Don't have anywhere else to go, anyway. I was only moving out of Indiana because I finished high school and had nothing to do and nowhere to go. Had no place in mind, actually."

Maybe this is where I was supposed to end up.

"So... yeah. I'm not staying only for the kids but for me, too."

There's a pause.

"Yeah?" It's a soft question, looking for affirmation.

"Yeah," Eddie answers.

And then he hastily adds, "And for you, too— since you like me sooo much, Stevie," just because he loves being a menace.

Eddie hears Steve's groan slip out through the crack and cackles.

"Well, don't worry— I like you too, man."

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington #beauty and the beast au #lotr was published in 1954-55 #must have been a brand new book to the kids #and dnd was first published in 1974 #wow #i get carried away when i try to write historical stuff #i try not to be but #the word dingus was first used in late 19c

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acopenhagenarmy · 11 months

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PART EIGHT

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: bad words and such, a shit ton of fluff as usual, hints of smut? (very very very pg though)

A/N: This is an updated version of chapter 8. I’ve also taken the liberty to change a few details throughout the story, so I would recommend a fresh read before starting on this one.

Wordcount: 2,4K

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The staff had made sure you’d get a seat where you had a good view of everything, You could see them dance around and have fun but without being distracting. It was fun sitting there, army bomb in hand listening to the exciting conversations of those sitting close to you.

It was in the VIP section, and despite having a private toilet and a little more comfortable seats, the difference between you and the rest in the arena weren’t that prominent.

You sat down at one

“Are you here alone?” The person next to you asked.

“Yeah kind of, first time” You smiled at her.

She was beautiful, full lips, long hair, stilettos and a dress. Looked like she had been plucked out of a movie, the kind of woman who anyone would love to be best friends with.

“Well you’re in for a treat! I can tell you that much! They’re amazing on a stage, every single one of them” She was all smiles as she spoke, the pride of being their fan was very visible.

You couldn’t help but think about how kind all the people in the stadium seemed, helping each other, giving out freebies, dressing up and singing along to the songs that were played on the screens while they waited for the concert to begin.

“I can imagine” You answered as you looked over the crowds.

“So who’s your bias then?” She asked curiously as she took a sip of her wine, offering you a glass in the process, which you happily accepted.

“Namjoon, no doubt”

She looked you up and down. “Yeah, I can see that”

“Really? How?” You asked curiously.

You wanted to know just what about could make a stranger think you’d be somewhat connected to the man. She shrugged and smiled even wider.

“I don’t really know… Might just be your energy. It seems like you have passions, good friends that surround you. You’re grounded in a way”

She wasn’t wrong, but you were also a little scared that she had been that good at reading you, despite only just meeting you.

“Damn…” you said.

She laughed: “Yeah I’m pretty good at these kind of things”

“So who’s your bias?” You asked, trying to read her like a book as well.

“Oh I’m Jin all the way, always have been, always will be”

There was a sparkle in her eyes that seemed somehow familiar. The same sparkle Namjoon had in his eyes when he talked to you. It made you curious, and you wanted to pry her for more information, but instead you just made a mental note.

“Seen them before?” You asked instead.

“Yeah, I try to watch them whenever they tour in whatever country I’m in. I travel a lot for work, and from time to time they’re doing concerts in London, Osakar or LA when I’m there as well.”

“Uh! It’s starting!” She said before you had a chance to answer, and clapped her hands.

The music was loud, and the lights from every army bomb lit up simultaneously. It looked beautiful, and it was definitely a new kind of concert experience. The video’s then started on the screen and not long after he was there, on the stage performing.

You cheered him on, smiled and screamed more than you would like to admit. You could feel how your heart was bursting with pride. How could you be so lucky that your man was so talented.

His song was beautiful, and he somehow looked like he was glowing when he was on stage. The lyrics were so beautiful, and you suddenly realized that ‘forever rain’ might not be the first song he had written in your honor. And the “I live so I love” definitely felt like it was for you.

People around you cried as they said their goodbyes, and Namjoon couldn’t help but drop hints to the fact that he was in love and had found his special person in the city that never sleeps.

You said your goodbyes to the woman you had met, a little lost on just where to go now that the concert was finished. But as soon as you had left the door there stood a security guard ready to escort you back to your man and his friends.

He was somewhat sweaty, but it somehow suited him perfectly. He felt right at home in the chaotic mess that was staff running back and forth trying to get a hold on Jungkook who had decided he wanted to see his fans leave the venue.

He smiled as soon as his eyes found yours, leaving the stylist behind who tried to remove both necklaces and earrings from both him and Jin at the same time.

He pulled you close instantly, just holding you, resting his cheek on the top of your head, inhaling the scent of you, enjoying having you here with him.

“How was it?” He mumbled quietly.

“It was perfect, you were perfect! You all were” You said and looked up at him. His hands were resting on your cheeks, caressing you or as you would say, driving you insane. You wanted so bad to kiss him, especially like this with pride in your heart.

“I’m glad you liked it, we gave it a little extra since you were watching” He smiled and his eyes almost disappeared as his dimples reappeared. Cute.

“Did you meet any people?” He asked, searching your eyes and your emotions for the smallest hint of sadness and loneliness.

He had been a little nervous if you’d feel left alone and maybe needed someone to share the experience with. Normally he would have you bring your friends, have you in your own booth so you could all talk openly, but everything had happened so quickly. Next time. He thought.

“No it was great, I sat next to an amazing woman. Jin biased.” You said and looked towards the oldest.

“Ah yes of course she was! Beautiful I suspect as well?” He said and sent a wink your way.

“Yeah she was, she dropped a shit ton of confetti though, don’t know why anyone would carry that in their bag” You laughed.

“You never know,” Jin said, smile on his face, but the tone seemed a little sad.

“We should get going, wanna come back to the hotel with us?” He asked you.

He was nervous, you could feel it. Afraid he was moving too fast, afraid you have had enough new experiences in one day and just needed your own bed, time to yourself.

You took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“I’ve been alone long enough Joonie, I wanna stay by your side for as long as I can”

You could see the blush that painted his cheeks as he looked down on your hands, afraid his heart would explode if he looked in your eyes.

“Okay, good, I’m glad…”

“Let’s go!”

He never let go of you. Not in the car, not when you had to go to the elevator, not when he ordered you food. It wasn’t before he stood outside hit hotel door, he let go of you hand just to be able to open the door for the two of you.

His hands were shaking, but you would be lying if yours didn’t do the same.

The room was somewhat big, clothes spread throughout with a gorgeous view of the city. But it smelled like him, it was pleasant.

You threw yourself down in the bed and he laughed.

"What? This is a must in every hotel bed you know” You said, big smile displayed. And not even a second later he came flying towards you, resulting in you quickly rolling to the side, if you didn’t want to be crushed by the weight under him.

The happiness you both felt in the moments you shared together was nothing you’d ever experienced. It was true happiness, it was love. No doubt about it.

He pulled you close, the two of you laying on your sides, staring into eachothers souls. You were slowly creeping closer and closer. Both were too afraid of moving too fast, afraid to wake up and realize that it was all a dream.

Before you knew it your noses were touching, and you could feel his warm breath on your face. Every hair on your body stood up. It was like there was electricity in the air.

His eyes searched yours for permission, and all you needed to give him was a small nod, before he moved a centimeter, finally connecting his lips with yours.

The kiss was soft, slow, and perfect. It felt like your souls became on. He didn’t rush, he savored every second. Sliding his tongue on your bottom lip as to ask for permission which you granted him in an instant.

It earned you a groan from him and he instantly pulled you close to him. Your legs got instantly tangled with his, as his arms pulled you as physically close as your bodies would allow. His hands were rubbing circles on your skin, slowly yanking up your shirt earning him access to the skin on your hip.

It felt like he lit your skin on fire, and you pulled him on top of you in an instant, resulting in him trailing kisses from your lips to your collarbones, as his hands yanked your shirt higher and higher, leaving goosebumps behind.

His hands were warm, strong, and you’d never felt more safe than in that exact moment.

Having the mark had so far only brought you pain, but being able to feel the excitement, desperation, pleasure he was feeling in this moment was worth it all.

He laid himself on top of you, resting most of his weight on his arms, as to not smother you. Your legs instinctively flew around his hips, pulling him even closer, resulting in him grinding into you. It stole a moan from the both of you.

But you were too consumed with the pleasure to even think about anything other than chasing the high both of you felt.

That was until it knocked on the door and Jimin's voice said: “Hey guys, I have your dinner?” with a sweet voice.

Namjoon pulled away from you and laughed.

“I feel like a teenager who just got interrupted by my mother”

You laughed as he got off the bed. You followed close behind him, not wanting to be too far from him.

He opened the door and revealed to Jimin the two of you with red lips and messy hair. Big smiles on display. He laughed at the two of you.

“Oh wow that’s a lot of snacks!” You sat as you saw the two ‘Ben&Jerry’s and four bars of chocolate in Jimin's other hand.

“That time of the month?” Namjoon asked. It seemed like a pretty normal occurrence, but you couldn’t help the puzzled look that painted your features.

“Pain mark” Jimin just said as an explanation. “She’s on her period so I try making it as comfortable as I possibly can for her”

“I’m sure she loves that very much Jimin” You said and sent a smile his way.

He nodded as he handed you the food, once again leaving the two of you alone.

“Hungry?” Namjoon asked as he brought the bag to the bed. “I ordered you some of my faves, so I hope you like it” He was a little sheepish.

“So what are the boys' marks?” You asked as you sat down on the bed, helping him unpack the feast that he had splayed out in front of the two of you.

“Eh, Jins is lost things?” He laughed.

“Lost things?" You asked as you took a whole dumpling in your mouth.

“Yeah, whenever his soulmate looses something he wakes up to it on his pillow next to him. I have no idea how you loose a shoe, but, what do I know”

You laughed. “Wow okay! That’s a new one.”

“Yoongis is taste, that's why you’ll never see him order coffee from the same place twice. We’re pretty sure they’re a barista of some sorts. So he constantly search for the perfect flat white who tastes like the one she’s always drinking.”

“Aww that’s cute”

“Hobi’s is dreams”

“So he dreams of her?” Namjoon made a face as he had just stuffed it with a giant piece of meat.

He didn’t care, he already felt safe with you, at home. So he just kept talking: “No more like he has no dreams until he touches her, and then he’ll be able to see where she is, and if they’re asleep at the same time, then they can communicate”

“Damn… That must be a difficult one”

Namjoon nodded. “It is, so if you ever see him bump into strangers or poke people, just let him do his thing. He’s getting a little desperate”

“Tae has wings?”

You almost spit your food out right then and there.

“Wait like small wings, or?”

“No they’re huge” He spread his arms out to either side. “It’s completely insane, he prefers to hide them though.”

“Wait what color?”

“Black”

“So like, Angel?” You asked, almost in chock.

“Exactly like her, they’re in contact but because of her schedule and our tour they haven't been able to meet yet. He’s just waiting patiently. But we’re pretty sure that she’s the one”

“Oh wow, and what about Jungkook then?”

He sighed and started to fittle with the food that stood on the bed in front of him. “He got his mark covered”

“I’m sorry what?” Your eyes were big, mouth open, jaw hitting the floor.

“He wants to be able to choose his love himself. It’s why he’s over Star. She however wants nothing to do with him”

“How come?” You took a big bite of the noodles, making Namjoon smile in the process. Seeing you enjoy his favorite foods made him happy. The two of you really were meant to be.

“Her marks is tattoo’s, and she has already met her soulmate, he just doesn’t want her” He shrugged. “So she’s just doing her thing, working with what she loves, traveling the world with us!”

“Enough about them! Tell me about you!” He said, as he sat back, ready for you to tell him his entire life’s story.

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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Hi!!

Here I go again! Like I said in my Coming Soon post, I'm going to post today the second part of Our Past.

We have an asshole Daryl again but... well you'll all see.

I hope you like it!!

Our Past 2.

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Part 2 of Our Past.

Warnings: TWD gore. Fighting. Daryl being an asshole again. Smut. Rough sex. Oral sex.

Words: 4400

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @green-eyedladywrites @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog @hail-yourselves

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Things don't get better as the days go by. You try not to let it affect you, you know that Rick's group deserve to be in the community as much as anyone else, they are strong, intelligent, they have knowledge of the outside world that can help you defend yourselves, but sometimes you find it difficult to agree with Daryl. You know you have no right to be angry, even though his words have hurt you, he hasn't told any lies either, it's also true that you haven't known each other for more than one night, so it's possible that Daryl has always been like that, that shitty attitude is part of his personality that you didn't know. You don't understand it, because in his group it is evident that everyone admires and respects him, between Carol and him there is a more than evident connection, there is respect and affection, Rick bases all his decisions on the opinions of his group, but he always listens to Daryl to make the final decision. He is an important pillar in the group and you can only see him as a dick.

Days turn into weeks and even you feel your anxiety subside a bit as everything gets back to normal. You've had the odd run-in with Daryl on the streets of Alexandria, most of your encounters end in some sort of argument, you've tried to avoid him, but sometimes he seems to be looking to confront you.

That morning your class is interrupted by Rick. You are having a reading with the older group of kids, Rick's son Carl is among your students. You've talked to him a lot and he's told you a lot about his group, the places they've been, the people they've lost, you almost think you understand why they act the way they do. You stop the class and let the sheriff walk up to the middle of the room.

"Good morning, Rick, do you need Carl to come with you?"

"No, I'm not here for Carl, I wanted to talk to you, actually." He smiles but you look at him in surprise. "Could you step outside for a moment?"

"Yeah, sure, go on with your reading, I'll be right back." You tell your students walking out of the classroom along with Rick.

You hear murmurs behind you, you close the door leaving your children alone and follow Rick down the hallway before he stops and looks back at you.

"I'm not going to take up much of your time." He assures you and shifts nervously, you don't know what's going on but you start to feel uncomfortable too.

"Okay, what's wrong, has something happened?"

"No, not yet, it's what I want to avoid." He shrugs. "Deanna told me that you were alone before you got to Alexandria, that you survived on your own."

"Yeah... well I wouldn't call it surviving but..."

"Did you face the Walkers, did you kill any?"

"Some, yes...why?"

"I need to form a large group for a mission, I'll give you the details later, but I wanted to count on you... I count on you?"

"Of course, it's been a long time since I've been out on the road, so... I'd love to."

"Well, this afternoon, Deanna's office."

"I'll be there." You assure him and he nods letting you get back to your class.

The rest of the morning you can't get your students to concentrate on the subject matter, they keep asking what Rick wanted and why he had called you privately. They start spouting theories and gossip laughing amongst themselves as they manage to turn your cheeks red. Giving up you decide to stop the class and let them leave amidst laughter and a lot more whispering. You sigh rubbing your face feeling mentally tired, you too are curious to know what Rick wants from you, why he wanted to know if you were able to defend yourself against the Walkers. It's been a long time since you fought against any of them, that you have lost some of your reflexes and your courage, maybe, but you are still able to defend yourself, of that you are sure.

In the afternoon you return to the main house as you had agreed with Rick that morning. When you enter Deanna's office you see that you are not the only one summoned, besides the woman and Rick there are also Michonne, Glenn, Maggie, Daryl and Deanna's children. All eyes fall on you for a second, Daryl frowns and chews his lip snorting, walking away to the side of the room. You try to ignore him and close the door behind you.

"Sorry I'm late."

"Don't worry, everyone's been here ahead of time." Deanna jokes and you smile in appreciation of her comment. "What did you want to tell us, Rick?"

"It's about the Walkers." He explains. "We found a large herd not far from here."

"A herd?" Glenn asks and Rick shakes his head.

"More like a horde... They're trapped in an old quarry, but they're starting to escape and will soon come this far..."

"The walls will stop them, we'll be able to pick them off one by one." Spencer says without giving it too much importance.

"There are too many of them, if we let them get this far, Alexandria will fall."

"So what's your plan?" wants to know Deanna. "Do you think we can stop them?"

"It won't be easy, but we can re-route them, get them far enough away from the community so they don't become a problem."

"That would involve letting them out of where they're trapped."

"Yes, but under our control, we'll guide them and make sure the group doesn't break up, so they all go in the same direction."

"Okay, we'll take the caravan, I want to go there." Deanna gets up from her seat.

"Deanna, I don't think that's..." Attempts to stop her husband, but she shuts him up.

"No, I need to see it, if we're really in danger we need a specific plan to make it all work out."

"We will meet the caravan at the main gate, whoever doesn't have weapons Olivia give them."

The brief meeting over you all set off to follow the orders that Rick and Deanna have jointly given, everyone starts to leave the Monroe's house, you are pensive, the plan scares you a little, but you wish you could help. You are about to leave with the others when Daryl stops you.

"Where do y'think yer goin'?"

"What do you mean, where? I'm going too."

"No way, yer stayin' here." He says in a hoarse voice.

"Who do you think you are to decide that?" you frown releasing yourself from his grip. "Rick has asked for my help, and I'm going to help."

"It's an important mission, the last thing we need is to have to worry about yer ass." He growls and tense his jaw hard.

"Why are you so afraid of me being around your friends?"

"I'm not afraid of ya..."

"You're not? Because every time I'm with them you look like a caged animal." You advance a few steps towards him and Daryl steps back. "Are you afraid of what I might tell them? Do you think I'd tell them your past?" you smile because there's a hint of doubt in him.

"They'd know yers too..." He tries to defend himself, but you shrug.

"I don't care if your friends think I'm a whore, they don't know me, but it's clear that you do care. They are important to you, they respect you. So... What do you think they'd think of you if they found out?" You challenge him, you can't help but smile because he really does look worried now.

"If ya wanna die, ain't make too much noise." He growls one more time and walks out, but your smile of victory doesn't leave your mouth.

You walk into your house feeling like your heart is going to burst out of your mouth. You are excited, you are going to get out of those walls again. It should scare you, you should refuse because you are safe there, protected, but you have to admit that you miss being able to see more than just the houses of the community. You go up to your room to grab a backpack, it's just a reconnaissance run to make the plan work, but grab a few things in case it gets complicated, you also grab your own weapon from under your bed. A Halberd you found on your way while looking to save yourself, it has been your companion ever since and Deanna allowed you to keep it. You carefully strap it to your back after putting on your backpack with some clothes and food and set off in search of the others.

You want to show that you are useful, you want to help Alexandria as they have helped you. But most of all you want to prove to Daryl that you're not useless, that whatever he thinks about you, he's wrong. You want him to leave you alone, you live in the same community now, but you're willing to accept him as a neighbor, as long as he keeps a certain distance from you.

You get into the caravan greeting the rest of the group, leaving your backpack aside, your companions seem surprised by your equipment, it is true that you have been hiding that part of you for a long time, but it has never disappeared completely.

The trip is quiet, but all along the way you feel Daryl's gaze on you.

Getting to the quarry is easy, what is difficult to digest is what you find there. It is true that there are a large number of Walkers, too many to fight them, for Alexandria to fight them. There are trucks both above and below preventing the dead from escaping, some try and succeed, but they are hardly a threat. They won't get very far.

"As you can see; there are two trucks acting as a barrier at both the upper and lower exit, but in the upper area the ground is starting to give way, if the truck falls the whole horde will escape through there and the direction they will take will be towards Alexandria, but we can form a barrier and stop them." Rick continues to explain, everyone watches in silence, staring at all those beings.

"Reg could take care of that, with the construction team right away they could take care of that."

"We'll draw up a better plan in Alexandria, I want everyone to collaborate." Rick insists, then looks at you and calls you to come to him. "Come with me, I want to see what skills you have." He asks you, you nod your head.

"No..." Daryl then speaks, putting himself between Rick and you.

"I need to know what she's capable of out there Daryl, she clearly knows how to defend herself, but..."

"I'm tellin' ya no, she'll only give us trouble."

"Before she was the community teacher, she was out with Aiden and Nicholas exploring, you can trust her." Deanna says.

"Rick, no..." Daryl says again, but Rick ignores him and so do you.

You walk with the sheriff to the bottom from where some Walkers are managing to escape, he steps aside leaving you to show him what you can do. You swallow hard and hold your spear in front of your body. It's been a long time since you've faced one of them, but as soon as the head of your Halberd slices the first one in half and you pierce the skull so it stops hissing, it's like riding a bicycle. You never forget. You hold your weapon tighter and go for the next one without the fear of before.

You dance with your weapon as you attack a third Walker that has escaped, you hit its rotting body with your weapon to then cut its head in two, the smell is unpleasant, but you feel the adrenaline run through your body making your hair stand on end. Daryl watches you from the top of the hill biting his lip and frowning.

You all head back to Alexandria plotting a plan in the trailer, you wipe the blood and Walker remnants off your weapon while talking to Maggie and Michonne who seem curious about your Halberd. When you arrive in Alexandria Deanna and Rick are still plotting their plan, the woman is intrigued by all the ideas Grimes has prepared. You feel at ease with them, you smile and feel your cheeks flush when Abraham compliments your fight with the Walkers, you never expected that a group that had spent so much time outside could consider you useful.

And then there's Daryl.

The archer steps out of the vehicle with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw, he walks straight towards you, stomping his feet, fists clenched. He stops right next to you and grabs your arm, breaking into your conversation with Carol.

"Come with me." He says to you.

"What?" You look at him confused, but he shakes his body.

"Now." He insists, mumbling.

You struggle to understand what's wrong with him, but again your theory lights up in your head. You've spent too much time with his people, he doesn't want you talking to them anymore, not to mention you're with Carol, that woman is important to him, you noticed it the first day you got there, so seeing you with her must have set off all his alarms, but you're tired of his continuous dislike of you, of him never having a kind look for you, not to mention his hurtful words still stuck in your head. You've never considered yourself a bad person, but maybe you should draw the line at his abuse.

"I said no." You blurt out facing him, stare him down and cross your arms. "Who do you think you are to order me around?"

"Is everything okay?" Rick asks, stepping closer.

"Yeah." Daryl quickly replies, but you're not going to make it easy for him, not now that you've managed to get everyone's attention.

"No, it's not okay. Rick, tell your friend that just because we fucked one night doesn't mean he can act like an overprotective boyfriend now." You feel a thick silence come over the group, you fold your arms smiling victoriously as you see Daryl take a step back.

"Sorry, I... What?" Rick is confused and lost, he looks at both of you like someone watching a Tennis match, you can't help but smile and Daryl's anger grows more and more.

"I thought you two didn't know each other." Carol then speaks.

"And we don't know each other. It was just a dance and a quick fuck in an alley, right?" you shrug and all eyes fall on Daryl once again. "And if I may offer my opinion; it wasn't that spectacular, neither the dancing, nor the sex."

Rick needs a moment to react, he shakes his head trying to put that conversation aside, now is not the time for this, you have more important things, but Daryl steps forward grabbing you by the arm again, this time so hard that he drags you out of the group without you being able to stop him. Rick wants to go after you both, worried about his friend's reaction, but Carol stops him.

"Let them, it's something they have to work out for themselves."

"But..."

"Daryl won't hurt her, but there's clearly something between them that we don't know about." Carol touches her partner's arm affectionately. "Let's give them space."

Although Rick doesn't seem too convinced, he finally gives in to Carol's words and they decide to go to Deanna's house to follow through with the plan.

The door to the house opens violently, behind it Daryl continues to pull you despite your best efforts to resist, the man pulls you once more into the living room and releases you. The two of you look at each other intensely, your breathing heavy, your chest pounding hard. Neither of you know what's going to happen now, but you're both ready to fight.

"What?" you bark, waiting for him to say something.

"Ya couldn't keep yer mouth shut, could ya?" He shifts from side to side, shoulders tensing, looking at you through his bangs.

"Is it that it was a secret? Sorry, I didn't mean to." You say with feigned innocence, but your voice sounds laden with irony.

"Yer a whore..."

"And you a stripper, maybe that's why we understand each other so well."

He stares at you, chews his lip several times, shakes and pushes his hair out of his face, but says nothing, just watches you silently.

"I don't care anymore if you insult me or growl at me every time you see me, but don't decide for me, don't protect me and then treat me like shit." You keep saying, still upset, but your nerves calm down a bit. "I don't know what's wrong with you, I never wanted to be a problem for you..."

"And yet ya couldn't keep yer mouth shut, ya were wishing ya could say it out loud, weren't ya?"

"Well... Actually? Yes, I did want to say it, because you were a dick with me unnecessarily, you insulted and humiliated me when I just wanted us to have a cordial relationship."

"I didn't say anything that was a lie; we fucked, there was nothing else."

"What is it that really bothers you, Daryl, that they know or that you wouldn't have measured up?" Your eyebrows rise curiously as you see him hesitate, fidgeting nervously. "So that's it, you don't care what they think you were or weren't before all this... What's bothering you is that someone thinks you're not good enough?"

"Shut up..." He says to you in a whisper. You can't help but laugh again.

Your laughter is nipped in the bud as you feel his body impact against yours, his mouth closes over your mouth and you groan, your back crashing against your living room wall. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your hands tangling in his hair as you feel his hands on your ass lifting you off the floor. Automatically your legs wrap around his waist. You kiss wildly, there is biting, thrusting, your tongues tangle uncontrollably, your lips red and swollen. But you can't stop. You hear something fall to the floor and break, but your brain doesn't process it, Daryl sits you on your living room table, his mouth torturing your neck, you close your eyes gasping, you try to quiet your moans by biting your lip, tug at his clothes wanting to undress him, he lets you do it by helping you take off his vest, but when you try to do the same with his sleeveless shirt he stops you. There is a moment when you look at each other and lucidity seems to return to you, it is only a second before Daryl pushes his hips against you and you feel the bulge starting to grow inside his pants. You kick your boots off, Daryl's hands rip off your shirt and he's left watching your tits intently.

"Have they always been this big?" he growls and you laugh at his comment.

You move your hands down from his shirt to his pants unbuttoning them and pulling them down just enough so you can reach into his boxers and grasp his cock that stiffens against your palm.

"Has it always been this big?" you copy his words and he laughs too.

"Shut up."

"Make me." You challenge him and your gazes meet again.

There is so much intensity in them that the atmosphere becomes heavy around you. The heat of your bodies embraces you, the excitement becomes so strong it's almost suffocating, Daryl breathes through his nose like a bull as his fingers tangle in your hair and he pulls you down from the table guiding you to your knees, pulls down his boxers and stares at you.

"Open yer mouth." He commands you and you feel a current of pleasure run through you.

You open your mouth and feel the weight of his tip on your tongue, you look at him sideways allowing him to push his cock into your mouth until your nose brushes against his pubic hair. You hear Daryl hiss in pleasure as your lips tighten a little tighter around his length. He doesn't move, he lets you drive the rhythm yourself, you close your lips tighter around his cock and suck without taking your eyes off him, moving your mouth up and down his length, running your tongue up and down his tip, a curse escapes him and his hand tightening a little more in your hair. You have to admit you missed feeling his weight on your tongue, his taste and how he guides you without being too rough, but equally with a dominant gesture over you. Your body shudders and you feel your panties getting soaked.

Daryl pulls you away from his cock when he feels he's close to his limit, he lifts you off the floor seeking your mouth again, your kisses don't lose intensity, his fingers manage to get rid of your pants and again he lifts you in the air, your back leans against the wall again and you moan loudly when his fingers make their way inside your pussy. You hold tightly to his shoulders as you move your hips against his fingers feeling them deeper touching points that make you roll your eyes. Daryl feels you tighten around his fingers and moves them faster watching your face transform into grimaces of pleasure.

"Give it to me, girl, don't hold back." He whispers in your ear and you can't control yourself. You arch against his body and moan loudly clenching around his fingers. "Good girl..." He whispers again and bites your lobe.

You shudder again as his tongue slips inside your ear and you get goosebumps. You fail to catch your breath for when his fingers come out, they are quickly replaced by his cock thrusting in all at once. You cry out and dig your fingers into his skin, Daryl holds your ass and leaning one hand on the wall he begins to move inside you, slow lunges, searching for rhythm until he hears you moan again giving him permission to move faster. His fingers tighten on your buttock as he tightens you better over his waist while still thrusting inside you. Your body bounces with him, your mind clouded with pleasure, a knot forms in your lower belly and you know you are reaching your limit again. You moan his name in desperation and he looks at you. His eyes charged with desire.

"No, not this time, ya'll have to wait a little longer." He says and suddenly you feel his cock leave you.

A protest forms in your mouth being captured by his, without letting you utter a sound he walks with you in his arms to the couch. He has avoided your orgasm, but that doesn't mean he's finished with you. He lays you roughly on the couch. Your body bounces with inertia, your tits dance before his eyes and Daryl catches them in his mouth, playing with your nipples; licking, sucking, biting each one until they are hard. His mouth runs all over your body covering you with little kisses, nibbles and even his tongue slides across your skin until it settles between your legs.

"Daryl!" It's been so long since anyone has paid attention to that part of your body, you can't help but cry out in surprise.

He looks at you, but doesn't move, just makes sure you're okay before flicking his tongue along your little nub again feeling your thighs tremble on either side of his head. You hold yourself to the couch as his tongue runs over you, his lips tighten and suck on your clit, pleasure coursing through your body like cramps that make you moan again. His fingers part your folds and his tongue slips in, fucking you with it, your body arches, your hands tangle in his hair and your core presses against his mouth. You're about to cum again, you can feel it as his tongue moves inside you. But Daryl stops again.

"Daryl..." You gasp his name with need and he smiles.

Daryl takes off his shirt at last, sweat running down his skin, his hands grip your wrists and he lifts your arms above your head. His body lies on top of yours, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh, he needs attention too, he's holding on too long. Your legs rest on his shoulders as his cock slides back inside you, his grip on your wrists tightens as he lunges hard using you as a fulcrum, you move with him trying to keep up. Your vision blurs once more, your toes lock and pleasure bursts through you at last, your nails digging into his hands as you hear him moan hoarsely against your ear, his body crushing yours against the couch, his cum bathing your insides.

You both lie still in your position, both of you catching your breath, trying to control your runaway pulse, feeling your skin drenched in sweat, you feel Daryl move, his cock sliding out of your core, splashing the last white drops onto your skin.

You don't know at what point you blink, but you fall asleep.

When you open your eyes again the sun has already gone down and Daryl is standing in the middle of the living room, getting dressed, his back to you. Your body feels numb and your pussy is sore, but it was worth it, your memories of that night in the alley don't even resemble what just happened. Carefully you sit up on the couch hugging your knees, watching Daryl turn to look at you, already dressed.

"I'm leaving..."

"Okay..." You whisper looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

"Okay..." He nods his head chewing his lip several times, picks up the crossbow that at some point was left abandoned on your living room floor and walks away.

You don't know what's going to happen from now on, you don't even know what this was. Your heart clenches and you press your lips against your knees trying to control a gasp. Your body goes on alert when you hear his footsteps again, his head peeking through the living room door.

"He's dead..." He says to you suddenly and you struggle to understand what he's referring to, but then you frown, you don't think this is the best time for this. "But I'm still here." That catches you off guard and you're so surprised that this is reflected on your face, Daryl lowers his head for a second and then looks back at you, waiting.

"But I'm a whore..." You whisper and see him shrug.

"And I'm a stripper, maybe that's why we understand each other so well." He tells you and before he leaves a small smile graces his mouth.

You hear your door close and you hide a smile against your knees as you feel your heart racing.

The End...

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Well I hope you all enjoyed it!!

See you in the next stories!!

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Leander P. X Sebastian S | Hogwart's Legacy.

Fifth Part.

"Garreth."

"Leander confesses everything to his worried best friend."

Tags : Garreth and Leander talking, angst, hurt and insecure Leander, Prodigee-potioneer-Garreth giving love advices, minor Garrinis, heartbroken Leander, best friends Leander and Garreth.

Two months. It had been two months since the two last had talked, in private. Their usual bickering and fighting still went on per usual -even maybe stronger and more vulgar- but other than that, Sebastian fully ignored Leander.

The Gryffindor had no idea how he had managed to last for so long. Not just without sex, but also with that... Unresolved, awkward and uncomfortable tension between him and his ex partner. Each time they were accidentally alone, one of the two would immediatly find a way to escape the embarassing situation.

Leander thought he was doing okay, other than that. Apparently not. Garreth had asked him about his "foul moods" and "weird behaviors". The two red heads then had an awkward conversation, where Garreth tried to be a good friend and have a serious talk with his obviously hurt best friend, and Leander didn't want to talk about it. Kind of like a teenage son and his dad, Garreth thought.

In the end, the taller red head had given up and just told Garreth that he'd tell him about everything later. Garreth simply had agreed and left, sensing that it was a serious matter and that it was hard for his friend to open up.

Leander honestly had no idea how Sebastian was taking their "breakup" (-could he even call it such ? They weren't together, not really.). Either the Slytherin really didn't care, or he was just very good at hiding his hurt -unlike Leander apparently.

So here was he, waiting for his best friend on one of the old and ugly bright red armchairs of the Gryffindor's common room. They had agreed to meet there and not in their dorm room because there was a Quidditch match going on, and nobody was there anyway.

Leander almost felt comforted by the harsh warmth of the fireplace in front of him, and his gaze was lost in the flames as if he tried to burn his retina so he would never have to see anyone -Sebastian- again. His trance was interrupted by Garreth's arrival.

"-Hey, Lee. The curly red haired boy said with a voice softer and less enthusiastic than usual as he sat down on the couch nearby. Leander was grateful that his friend wasn't too cheerful, or else he'd look like the party pooper with his terrible mood. You good mate ?

-Fine I guess. He shrugged. He really wasn't. He was too prideful to admit it.

-You... Want to talk about it ? I mean, yes, you do. And yes, you will. Garreth went on, letting his friend know that he wouldn't give up this time. Leander chuckled.

-Alright, alright... Just... It's a tad weird alright ? Well, bizarre things don't usually frighten you, but this is about me so...

-Yes, yes, go on. I'm curious. Leander knew that he could trust him.

-... It's about Sebastian.

-Ah, he broke your heart ?

-Yes- What ?? The taller Gryffindor threw a scandalized look to his friend. How- how did you come to that foolish conclusion ??

-Well, let me see... As usual, Garreth's smug grin appeared on his face, and Leander knew he had made a terrible mistake asking. So, you've been in a terrible mood for a while, right after Sebastian was said to having stopped seeing his "girlfriend" -he made apostrophes with his fingers- Also, the tension between the two of you is stupidely weird ! Before, it was sexual, playful and maybe sometimes angry, and now it's just... Sexual, very angry, and mostly awkward. Also, don't think I'm stupid enough to not hear you sneak out of bed at night - which you've stopped doing 2 months ago, by the way, and no need to tell you since when he stopped seeing his girlfriend, I think you're good enough to do the math on your own... I also heard people talk about you two being in the same cubicle in the restrooms, which is very naughty I think, didn't take you for that type... Oh, and, lastly, you called him Sebastian and now you're bright red. The other Gryffindor's smug grin appeared again. So, am I correct ?

-I.... Leander did regret asking for explanations. He felt his whole face burning with both shame and ridicule. So he WAS that obvious. Merlin's beard... Well, you are correct but.. He didn't break my heart, I think that's a bit dramatic. He thought for a moment, avoiding his friend's gaze to stare into the flames again. Garreth could see that he was ashamed, so he didn't say anything. We weren't in love, we were just fooling around. And if anything, I'm the one who broke his heart...

-Oh, come on, Sebastian's way too cool to get heartbroken ! Leander shot him a glare, and the other red head chukled. Right, sorry, you're cool too... Just, not "Sallow-cool". Anyway. What happened, really ?

-... Well, I might have said that he was undatable and unlovable. Kind of an asshole move, isn't it ?

-Godrick's sake, yes. Worst thing to say to the boy you're courting !

-I wasn't courting- He was shushed by Garreth's hand on his shoulder, and for a second he could see his best friend's mom instead of his best friend. It was amusing, he scolded him the same way she scolded them when they were young and careless.

-Now listen here Lee ! Garreth-the-prodigy-potioneer will give you some love advices ! He had his chest proudly puffed out, and a cheeky grin on his lips. The taller of the two was both curious and waiting for the worst. First of all, as I said, Sebastian is definitely not heartbroken ! Or at least, he still thinks that there's a chance you might come back ! How do I know that ? Mate, you get Sallow, I get his best friend, the biggest gossip. Anyway. He's not heartbroken YET ! So you have to win him back !

-Win him back ? But I wasn't even dating him ! Wait a second, did you just say you're dating Gaunt- He was once again hushed by Garreth.

-It doesn't matter if you were dating or not, you obviously have feelings for him ! Leander became all red again, and the smaller boy looked at him baffled. You... Didn't know ?

-How could I have known ??

-I don't know, I'm not the one in your head !

-Well I wish you knew, so you could tell me what to do because apparently I've been doing it all fucking wrong !! Why would he even want me when there's such smarter people around him ?? People who won't say that he's unlovable and an asshole, I bet !"

Garreth was taken aback by his friend's sudden reaction and self depreciating words. Of course, he knew that Leander was very insecure at time, but he didn't expect him to be that bitter toward himself when it came to Sebastian.

Embarassed and ashamed by his outburst, Leander brought his long legs to his chest, and turned his head away from his friend so he wouldn't have to force him to look at his irritated and pained air. Garreth always was so happy go lucky, he'd hate to ruin his mood.

The smaller Gryffindor was worried for his best friend, he didn't think that it was this deep. How was he supposed to help make things better when Leander thought of himself as worthless ? Ah, he wasn't as smart as Lee said he was, because he couldn't think of anything right now.

"-Listen, Lee... I know you're hurt but... Come on, I'm sure he wants you back...

-For sure, he wants me to crawl back to him so he can laugh at how much I need him... His words were bitter, and Garreth didn't miss how his large hand passed on his face and subtly wiped away the little tears that were forming in his usually confident and happy brown eyes."

The curly haired boy didn't know what to say. He took his best friend's silence as his cue to leave. He knew that Leander liked to be alone during breakdowns, and so he left with a painful feeling straining his chest.

Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.

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I love Garreth. He's my soppy baby. I wish I could have him as a tiny person in my pocket, and when I'm happy I can hold him in my hands close to my heart. I wish I could drown and burn him too. That's how much I love him.

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title: trust word count: ~3100 ships: six/holiday summary: Holiday learns more than she bargained for. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50254363

Rex sat on the edge of the examination table in Dr. Holiday’s lab, swinging his legs back and forth. He felt jittery. He felt uncomfortable and kind of bad. He’d had a weird morning already and it was barely even eight o’clock.

Six dropped him off at the lab unceremoniously, grumbling about something and then storming off without any explanation. When he got moody like that, Rex struggled to understand if it was his fault - something he did or said - or if Six just…was like that sometimes. For a fourteen-year-old, it was very confusing. But after so many months of his mentor’s emotional distance, Rex was getting used to it.

“Hey, Doc?”

Holiday turned around to face her patient, reflex hammer in-hand. “Hm?”

Rex pouted slightly and tapped the table noisily. He liked the feeling of moving his legs and tapping away on hard surfaces. It kind of relaxed him. “How well do you know Six?”

She frowned and turned her head slightly, looking confused. “Um…I’m not really sure. Why do you ask?”

“Well…I asked him something earlier and he kind of got mad about it,” Rex admitted with a shrug, tapping away.

“What’d you ask him?” Holiday stepped closer and put a hand over one of his, stopping the tapping.

He continued tapping with his other hand, though. “I just asked if there were people named One or Three or Four or if he was just weird.” Rex moved his hands to his knees and started tapping there instead, figuring Holiday wouldn’t mind since it wasn’t as noisy. “I still think it’s not that weird of a question for a guy named Six.”

She gave him a small smile and chuckled. “I’m sure you didn’t upset him, Rex. He’s just very private.”

“Yeah, sure, but…I mean, don’t you wanna know, too?” Rex lightly chewed at the inside of his cheek. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t know anything about him.”

Holiday looked sympathetic, stuck in the same boat as him. She and Rex spent more time with Six than anyone else they worked with, but where he came from or why he had the skills he did were mysteries to the both of them. “Of course I’d like to know, but it’s important to respect his privacy. I’m sure Six will share what he feels like you need to know.”

Rex pouted again and threw his hands up in the air. “Boo! That’s so lame. Sometimes it feels like I’m not allowed to be curious about anything here!”

“You know what I’m curious about?” she asked with a smile. “Why you lost control of your Boogie Pack in the Zoo today. What’s going on?”

He calmed down and stared at her, suddenly embarrassed. “Um…well. I don’t know.” Rex stared down at his hands and twitched his fingers one at a time. “I guess it was ‘cause of Six being mad at me.”

Holiday paused, frowning. She knew that Six’s attitude had a significant impact on Rex’s behavior and emotions, though Six really didn’t like it when she tried to lecture him about it. But his dismissal of Rex’s feelings could hurt them both if they didn’t do something about it. “Can you tell me exactly how you felt?”

Rex didn’t look up at her. “Yeah, um…he got all weird and told me to stop asking annoying questions. And then my head felt hot and my chest started to hurt and then I fell.”

She was writing down what he said, but really, Holiday already knew. Rex had had the same experience four other times in the past two months, all because of Six scolding him or dismissing him in one way or another. They were getting to the point where she would have to have to harangue him about it.

“I appreciate you telling me, Rex,” she said softly, putting a hand on his arm. “I’ll talk to Six, okay?”

He shrugged awkwardly. “You don’t have to do that, Doc. He’s just being Six, right?”

“...right,” she answered quietly. “Just being Six.”

Holiday scrolled through the fifteenth page of data on her newest EVO specimen, trying to see if anything stood out as unique from the last three she’d analyzed. She’d already fed the data through her computer, but in an act of paranoia, she still felt like it was important to scan over everything with her own two eyes. Computers could make mistakes, after all.

But so could very tired human beings. And she was already feeling the weight of the day - Rex continued to have a bad time after their initial conversation, especially when it turned out that Six had gone MIA and no one could get a hold of them. White Knight assured everyone (with a frustrated frown on his face) that this was just something Six did sometimes, but Holiday still felt very annoyed.

It was one thing to make Rex feel bad, but then disappearing right afterwards made it a lot worse. She had every plan to pull the man aside for a discussion as soon as he came back, but according to Knight, that could very well be a few days. She’d be too distracted by other work by then, Holiday was sure of that.

Just as she leaned back in her chair, trying to decide whether to get some coffee or finally head to her room - the door to Holiday’s lab suddenly opened and familiar footsteps entered the room.

She turned around and found herself staring directly at the man on her mind, who glanced at her briefly before continuing towards the drawer across from her examination table. He didn’t say anything and was holding his shoulder uncomfortably.

“Six?”

He didn’t respond, opening another drawer and then another one.

Annoyed, Holiday stood up and walked to the other side of the table. As she got closer, she took note of the red stain seeping out from under his hand. “What are you looking for?”

Still not answering, he pulled a small roll of bandages out of the drawer and closed it, immediately starting to leave the room.

“Hey!” She reached out and grabbed his arm, hooking her fingers around his elbow. “What’s going on?” Though the lights in the lab were low, Holiday could see that aside from the blood under his hand, his suit was sporting several dark stains and tears. He looked like he’d been through a particularly difficult fight.

Six stopped in place, not pulling away from her. He took a few moments before turning his head and facing her directly. “I’m fine.”

She stood her ground. “You don’t look fine.”

He pulled his arm out of her grasp and held up the roll of bandages. “I was trying not to bother you, Doctor. Just needed these.”

Holiday stared at him, frowning deeply. This wasn’t an unusual tete-a-tete for them, but he seemed even more closed-off from her than usual. After months and months of working together, she was starting to recognize signs that he was upset. “It’ll bother me more if you don’t let me help you.”

A pause, then a barely audible sigh, and Six relented. Either he let her win or there’d be an unnecessary argument and it wasn’t worth the effort. He walked over to the examination table and took off his jacket and shirt, tossing them down without much care. The room wasn’t as bright as usual with the Petting Zoo’s lights off, but there was enough light to see his shirt was completely ruined.

She’d noticed the blood stain already, but Holiday’s eyes were immediately drawn to the bruises all over Six’s torso. He had strangely-shaped bruises on his back and his sides, and tight, thin bruises twisting around his wrists and up his arms. Then there were three small stab wounds near his shoulder, where the blood was coming from.

“Where have you been all day?” she asked quietly, gently pushing him so he’d sit down (carefully avoiding his new bruises).

“Out.”

Holiday pouted and lightly chewed the inside of her cheek, annoyed at his response. “Right. It’s private, I get it.”

He didn’t respond verbally, taking a shaky breath when her hand accidentally brushed against one of the arm bruises. “I just need the bleeding to stop. I’m fine otherwise.”

“You are definitely not,” she said sternly, cleaning the wounds quickly. There was a minute of silence while she bandaged the area - first putting down a square gauze pad, then wrapping that with more gauze and the roll of bandages. She was very tempted to yell at him, but knew it was pointless. There was no point in bringing up what had happened with Rex that morning, not when he was in this state. And whatever had happened while he was out was his own business and he wouldn’t want to talk about it either, especially not with her.

There was a little bit of bitterness in her thoughts - in her very tired mind, she felt frustrated at how much he knew about her compared to how much she knew about him. Obviously their situations were drastically different, but it didn’t feel good. Made her feel like an afterthought.

With barely a thought connected to the words coming out of her mouth, simply the memory of her conversation with Rex earlier in the day, she muttered, “I hope these injuries aren’t from Three, Four, and Five.”

It was said before she realized it, and Holiday closed her eyes in regretful awkwardness as she felt Six glaring at her like she’d grown a second head. She hadn’t meant to say anything about that out loud - he’d know she was thinking about his life and trying to figure him out. Obviously she was interested in him, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

She glanced up at him to see that Six had turned his gaze away from her and had an unreadable expression as he looked towards the door.

“I…sorry. I was just kidding,” she said quietly, patting down the last of the bandages. “Didn’t mean to pry.”

Six put his bloody shirt back on, stood up, took one step towards the door, then stopped. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stayed completely silent and still for a few moments before suddenly turning around and glaring down at Holiday.

She stared back up, surprised.

“Do you understand the kind of person I am, Dr. Holiday?” he said quietly, but aggressively. “Do you know why I’m called Six?”

“I, um…” Holiday felt nervous, suddenly, and couldn’t keep her eyes on his face. She hadn’t expected him to get so serious.

He took a purposefully intimidating step forward. “I’m a killer. Trained from a young age to trade human lives for cash.”

She didn’t respond, and he took that as an initiative to keep going.

“I didn’t discriminate, Doctor. I killed anyone that I was paid to kill.” He spoke to her like he was lecturing a child - everything came across as a strange combination of explanation and warning. “All that mattered to me was the dollar amount given.”

Holiday decided, in that moment, to stand her ground. She stood up straighter and stared directly at his face, though everything he was saying made her very uncomfortable. She didn’t deny that she suspected as much - but it was still just…strange. For the closest thing she had to a friend to be a trained assassin felt like something out of a bad movie.

“They call me Six because I’m the sixth deadliest man in the world,” he said sternly, taking another step. He was wearing his usual sour frown, but it was paired with a twinge of upset. He didn’t want to reveal all of this to Holiday. He didn’t want her to have more reason to be scared of him.

Instead of being scared, however, she took a step towards him. She was holding her arms in front of herself, but otherwise looked like she wanted to reach out. “...did something happen today?”

He exhaled through his nose, wishing she’d yelled at him or run away or anything other than show concern. Six couldn’t look at her eyes for another second and glared down at the white floor. “I’ve taken 348 lives. Human lives. That doesn’t even begin to touch the number that One or Dos has taken.”

Holiday’s frown grew more pronounced and she held herself tighter. He didn’t even seem like he’d heard her.

“I’m not even including the EVOs I’ve killed - who knows how many of those were human,” he continued, almost rambling. His gaze wandered around the room, never coming back to the woman in front of him.

As she noticed him trying to avoid looking at her, Holiday started to reach out one hand - not sure what she was even doing. Her hand hovered in front of him for a brief moment before she pulled it back, feeling weird. “Why are you telling me this?” she asked quietly.

He couldn’t find a reason to ignore that question and finally looked back at her face. The amount of concern she had for him was agitating - she was so good and kind and it made Six feel almost nauseous thinking that she cared about him as much as she did. Their companionship was supposed to be one of convenience - working together to save humanity. They couldn’t really be friends. And they certainly couldn’t be more. Not when she was so good and he was so…

“You should be more aware of the type of people you work with,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

The way that she tried to joke with him and reach out to him and get to know him better…Six wished she understood that he wasn’t safe to be around for long. And the more distance he put between them, the safer and happier she’d ultimately be.

Holiday gave him an incredulous expression - she was confused and understandably agitated by him. She somehow knew that he wasn’t intending to offend her, but the suggestion that she was so naive that she didn’t know she was surrounded by killers was insulting. She knew the world she was in, and even if she never wanted to be a part of it - she was in. She was a part of it.

Still. She could tell he was going through something and chose not to yell at him - instead she reached out her arm again and gently grabbed his hand - avoiding his wrist where she remembered seeing dark bruises twisting around his skin. “I trust you, Six. You know that, right?”

He stared down at her, eyebrows furrowed together.

“You can trust me, too,” she added, giving him a small, sad smile.

Six wanted her to be safe. He wanted her to live a long, happy life, with a normal human Beverly and Rex, and a big family. He wanted her to be surrounded by people that loved and respected her. And he didn’t want her to get stuck just because they’d grown close. He didn’t want her to give up on anything she wanted just because she wanted it with him.

He knew he was being ridiculous. Six knew that Holiday could never have a truly normal life, not with her level of scientific fame and certainly not while there were still EVOs and nanites in the world. She’d always be in danger somewhere, whether he was with her or not.

The logic didn’t stop his heart from aching when she spoke. Of course he could trust her. She was Holiday.

“...I do trust you,” he said softly, wishing he could say the same about himself.

She squeezed his hand in an effort to comfort him. “I’m really sorry about whatever you went through today. It looks like it hurt.”

He held her hand back, simply on a reflex, then loosened his grip in an attempt to pull away. But he didn’t really want to pull away. He liked the feeling of her hand around his. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” she responded, finally moving her hand away. “Just…be careful, alright? We need you here.”

Six stared at her and felt a violent ache spread throughout his chest. With all his thoughts jumbled together - everything about wanting to stay away from her and keep her safe and how she was good and he was bad and there was no way they could ever be friends if there wasn’t a world to save - one last thought focused itself in his mind. The thought that, maybe, if Holiday felt like he was worth being close to, then maybe there was no reason to fight it. Maybe his growing feelings for her were some indication that he was capable of more than he thought. Maybe the strange relationships he’d forged with Rex and Holiday were proof that he wasn’t just a killing machine loyal to one master.

Maybe.

He gave her a curt nod and grabbed his suit jacket before finally exiting the lab. He clearly needed to get some sleep.

Holiday stood there in her lab - alone and uncomfortable and awkward. She glanced at the exam table next to her and saw little drops of Six’s blood. She quickly grabbed a rag to clean it up and hoped that the repetitive motion would temporarily distract her from what just happened.

What had just happened, exactly? She learned a lot more about Six than she ever expected to.

She learned a lot more about Six than she ever really wanted to, if she was being honest with herself.

It was a very stressful situation she’d found herself in. Despite the information she’d just learned, Holiday still found herself drawn to him in ways she’d never felt before about anyone. She knew that the man he was today mattered more than the man he was before, but…it was still a lot. He’d killed so many people. But at Providence, he saved so many lives every day. They all did.

She wondered briefly if he felt his work with them was repentance.

Holiday tossed the rag into the sink and sighed. She didn’t know where she stood with Six or where Six stood with her, but she knew one thing for sure: she would not be telling Rex any of what she’d just learned.

#generator rex #holix #rex salazar #agent six #rebecca holiday #dr. holiday #carrofics #this fic makes just under 90k words of genrex fic written since may. i wanna get to 100k #gotta go fast

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