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You dont know me 5

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pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you and Chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

warnings: MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM! Just mentions seeing it, i do NOT go into detail of it or it happening,

It was now after school and I paced back and forth in my bedroom, not knowing what to do. I was still shaken up from my experience with Nate in the parking lot, but I knew I had to speak to Chris. I couldn't text him, I didn't have his number. I could just show up at his house, but that's just straight creepy. I couldn't talk to him at school, clearly. I fell onto my bed. What do I do?

After about an hour I decided I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed my phone and my shoes and walked out of my balcony and climbed down my tree. I had to see him. I had to fix this. I don't give a damn how I look just showing up at his house. I have to get to the bottom of this.

It was a little past 4:30 as I started to walk down the street. I looked down at my feet as I walked. Trying to think about what to say. How to apologize without knowing fully what I did wrong. It was eating me alive.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the same, pale white house. I sighed looking around before walking up the steps. This time I looked from side to side to see if he was hiding on the porch again. He wasn't. It was empty. I looked up at the sky, cursing myself at how psycho I was about to look. I didn't want him to question me.

Why do you care so much?

Don't you have a boyfriend to worry about?

The truth was, I didn't know why I cared so much. Why I seeked his approval so much. I bit my lip as I closed my eyes and knocked quickly on the door and stepped back. I blinked at the door. I heard no movement from inside.

I tapped my foot on the front porch harder as time passed. I started losing hope of someone answering the door the longer I stood there. Should I knock again? No I shouldn't knock again, that's weird. What am I doing? I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head.

Suddenly the door opened slowly. I stood back up straighter as the door opened. I expected to see Chris's brown hair and but instead an older man showed his face and furrowed his eyebrows when his eyes landed on mine. My face turned red.

"Why hello young lady, can I help you?" He asked looking at me. He was an older man, not a fragile old man, but definitely too old to be Chris's father. I took a deep breath and nodded. He smiled at me. "Uh" I said looking down at my feet.

"Is Chris home? I really need to talk to him" I said quickly looking up at the man. He just looked at me for a second. He turned and looked inside before turning back to me. "Uh no, Chris isn't home yet. He normally takes Nate to hockey practice after school so he doesn't get home until after 5" The man explained. Defeat filled me. I looked down and nodded. Of course he does. That selfless piece of shit.

I looked up at the man and briefly smiled. "Oh alright, well I'm sorry for bothering you then" I said as I started to turn away. "You can come wait inside if you'd like. He should be home any minute" The man said stopping me. I looked back at him. I shook my head. "No, it's okay. I'll just talk to him another time" I said not wanting to intrude on this poor mans home because I needed to apologize to Chris. He shook his head.

"No I insist, please come in" He said opening the door wider so I could come inside. I just looked at him as he motioned me inside. I sighed before looking at the road and then at the door. If I wasn't so desperate I would turn and walk away. But the thought of Chris being angry with me was something I couldn't live with for another 24 hours.

I walked through the door. "Thank you" I said as I walked inside. The inside was nice. There was a living room and a small kitchen next to it. There was a lounge chair right in front of a tv I think was 50 years old. I smiled at the house. Nice, Simple, grandma's-house vibes. It felt like home.

My house felt like a business office with how many people were in and out of there. The amount of pictures that were perfectly lined on the walls and even some of the cabinets in the kitchen that were labeled 'don't touch' made me feel like my house was a walking museum, much less a home. I think the only room I was allowed to touch was my own, and that was after my mother ripped down my posters and hung framed ones that read designer brands because they 'looked more classy'.

I turned and looked at the man as he closed the door. "I thought you were Chris at first, that boy is always forgetting his key" He smiled shaking his head. I smiled at him. He walked towards the kitchen. "Would you like some lemonade? I made it myself this morning" He smiled at me pulling out two cups. I smiled at him. How could I say no to that? I nodded.

"I would love some" I said as he poured the glasses. He walked over handing me the cup. He motioned to the couch for me to sit as he sat in the lounge chair. "I'm Dan Sturniolo, Chris's grandfather" He said smiling at me. I smiled back. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Sturniolo" I said looking at him, he shook his head. "Please don't call me that, it makes me feel old. Call me Dan" He said laughing. I nodded.

"Now, what is your name dear?" Dan asked looking at me, drinking out of his cup. "Y/n, Y/n Labraut" I said looking at him. His eyes went wide as he looked at me and tilted my head. Yeah I get that reaction a lot. I smiled sadly at him. I got that reaction more often than not.

"Labraut?" He asked looking at me. I lifted the cup to my mouth before drinking some. Oh my gosh this was the best lemonade I've ever had. I nodded looking down. I hated this first conversation of introducing myself to someone new and hearing 'you're a Labraut?!'. It's exhausting. My parents have money, I don't. Treat me like everyone else please.

"So your dad is..." He trailed off. "Scott Labraut, yes" I nodded looking at me. He raised his eyebrows nodding. "Well" he breathed. "Chris's never brought home a girl before, let alone a Labraut" He smiled kindly at me. I blushed and looked down.

"Yeah well I wasn't really invited" I said quietly. He sighed. "Well you know Chris, he's...Chris" Dan sighed. I nodded. "Yeah" I breathed knowing what he meant. Chris was Chris. He's got a hard shell. His walls are built up high and I don't know why. I don't even know what I do wrong half the time. I just knew I was sorry.

For some unknown reason I feel a draw towards him in my life. Like I need him. Maybe it's because he's the only person who treats me like a normal human being. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

All of the sudden the door turned and opened revealing Chris on the other side. He sighed as he walked in. His eyes met his grandfather's before meeting mine. His expression changed to shocked face. He sighed again and looked at me. He's probably thinking, what the hell are you doing in my house, in my living room, drinking lemonade with my grandpa? Honestly I didn't know.

Chris closed the door behind him. "What are you doing here?" He asked looking at me looking defeated. I felt my heart turned and I set down the cup in my hands and turned towards him. "Chris! That is no way to talk to a lady" His grandfather scolded him. He looked over at him with a straight face and then back to me. "No it's fine really" I said looking at Dan.

"What are you doing here?" He asked again. I stood up off the couch and opened my mouth to speak. "She said she would like to speak with you Chris" Dan said before I could say anything. I looked at Dan and then at Chris. Chris pursed his lips before turning and walking down the hall. I watched him as he disappeared. I looked down at my feet. If anyone knew how to make me feel little, it was him.

"Go" Dan whispered over at me. I looked up at him as he motioned down the hall. I looked down the hall before walking around the couch and then down the hall. The last door was cracked open. I took a deep breath before pushing the door open. Chris was setting down his keys on his dresser. His walls were lined with posters that read, "Good Charlotte", "Green Day", "Sleeping with the Sirens", etc. I smiled at them. I wished I could have posters in my room like this.

"I love green day" I whispered. He turned and looked at the poster on his wall and then back at me, smiling slightly. I smiled at him. He sat back on his bed and looked up at me, with his hands on his lap. I looked down at him. All of the sudden forgetting what I was doing there. I was standing in front of him as he sat on the bed in front of me. All I really wanted to do was push him back and climb on top of him, forgetting I was here to apologize.

"Y/n, stop doing that" He said snapping me out of my thoughts. I shook my head and took a deep breath. He's right. Y/n, stop doing that. I sighed and sat down next to him. "Chris, I'm sorry" I breathed. He just stayed silent next to me. I looked down at my hands. "I guess I don't really know what I'm apologizing for, but I know that I'm sorry" I said shaking my head.

"I know what I said made you upset, and I don't know why, but I know I did something wrong from the way you stormed off and the way that Nate yelled at me and It's been eating me alive and I just don't want you to be upset with me or decide that you don't want to be my friend anymore because the way that this is starting isn't going so good, but I still want to be your friend even if you don't want to be mine. Not that I'm like forcing you to be friends with me, if you don't I understand I've been a total bitch and I-" I was rambling.

I bit my tongue. Chris didn't look over at me. I didn't know how to act around him. I was paincky and sweaty and nervous. Why was I so nervous? I took a deep breath.

"I shouldn't have asked about your personal life. I overstepped and I'm sorry" I said quietly. Silence. He was good at that. Not saying anything, so I never knew if he accepted the apology or not. "And I realize now how creepy it was to show up at your house and force you to listen to me apologize to you" I laughed lightly. He didn't laugh. I stopped laughing quickly. I never knew what he was thinking and I hated it. The silence he gave me was always so horrible. I think I'd rather him yell at me than stay quiet.

"I'll leave if you want me to leave" I whispered after a few seconds. He still didn't say anything. I took that as a hint. He wanted me to leave. I swallowed and nodded before standing up off the bed. I looked down at him. His eyes were fixated on his shoes. I opened my mouth to say something else but closed it quickly. Just go Y/n. I turned on my heels and started to walk towards the door.

My first friend who wasn't Sydney and I blew it within a day. I'm so good at this. My hand reached up and I started to turn the nob when he spoke.

"Y/n, don't-" He breathed. I stopped and turned around. He looked at me with a sad expression. "Don't leave please" He said quietly. I bit my lip and looked down. What did he want me to do? I apologized. He didn't really accept it. That's that right? He ran his hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry I just wish that-" He stopped. I walked back over to him and sat down next to him as he looked in front of him. I wish I could know what he was thinking. I knew I couldn't , no matter how hard I tried. The way he was always quiet and if he wasn't quiet, he was yelling or starting a fight. His mind is something I always try to attempt to figure out but it's like solving a Rubik's cube. It's defeating.

He looked over at me. I just looked at him silently begging for him to give me something, anything. "I don't know how to do this" He said looking at me. I smiled. "I don't either" I said back. He smiled sadly and looked down.

"I just wish that you could know everything, but I don't know how to give it to you" He said. I furrowed my eyebrows. I didn't know what he was talking about, but it was something. Something I could work with. In the short time I've known Chris, I've learned pushing him for information does absolutely nothing. He was going to break open with time, I couldn't push that.

"It's okay" I said quietly. I knew he didn't have any reason to trust me. I wanted to gain that trust but I knew it was only going to come with time. He pursed his lips still looking away from me. He tapped his foot on the ground. "You don't have to apologize for what happened today" He said quietly. I opened my mouth to defend myself yet again but he stopped me.

"Can I ask you something?" He said looking up at me. Anything. I blinked at him. "Why do you apologize so much?" He asked. I took a deep breath. I looked down at my hands and shrugged.

"I don't know" I whispered. He stayed quiet beside me, listening. He was good at that.

"I feel like everyone around me never gives me a chance" I said shaking my head. "Like everyone already has their mind made up about me, and maybe it's true, what they think at least" I said looking down. I've had a constant fear my whole life that I was what everyone's imagination made out of me.

"I feel like my whole life I've been trying to disprove everything everyone thinks about me and I guess that comes with apologizing, when I fail to meet someone's expectations for me." I explained. "I guess that also comes with giving in, just apologizing even when I don't even know what it's for, I just know I'm sorry because I did something wrong. I get it, I fall short sometimes, but I feel like I'm put on this unrealistic exception of who I should be, and no one really cares of who I actually am." I said thinking over all of the relationships in my life.

"So when I'm around people the lines between who they want me to be and who I am start to become blurrier the more I try to be who they want me to be." I said furrowing my eyebrows. I looked over at him. He just looked at me. "You're the only person in the world who knows about my parents and the stupid tattoo I want, or what I actually think about things" I breathed looking at him.

"I feel like you're the only person who I don't have to pretend around. It's....refreshing" I said looking at him. He smiled slightly. "But in my life I know that that's not what other people want from me, they want the girl who never steps out of line, the girl who can sit there and smile for the picture, the girl who they know would do anything to please another person" I said shaking my head thinking about it.

"The girl they respect" I mumbled. I looked down at my hands. "You don't always have to be who they want you to be" Chris said beside me. I looked up at him. "Chris, it's not that simple" I breathed. "When I was born, I didn't immediately get the excitement of being able to mess up, or be whoever I wanted to be" I said shaking my head. "I was born to be a Labraut" I sighed.

"I feel like my parents only started liking me when I started dating Max. So for him, I'd anything not to lose him, because If I lose him I lose my parents." I said shaking my head. "They would never forgive me. I'd be exactly who they think I am." I said leaning back. "A disappointment" I breathed.

"So when Max and I fight I know that I can't fight back, because I know I'd lose him. I learned at a very early age that standing up for yourself does nothing but trouble for yourself. So I do anything to make him stay." I said feeling a lump start to form in my throat. I don't know what Chris brings out of me, but every time I'm around him I feel like a truth serum has been poured into me, and I don't know if it's a good thing.

"You mean like.." He trailed off and I looked at him. His eyes glanced over my body and then back to my eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he looked up at me with hurt in his eyes. I turned away from him and wiped the stray tear that was attempting to fall. I took a deep breath. I know what he's thinking. I'm weak. I'm a pushover. I just give in. I'm not making a good impression, but I'm trying.

"I'm telling you all of this because I feel like with you I don't have to try" I breathed. "That I can just be me" I explained. "I feel like in front of my friends I'm expected to be someone and I'm sorry that I got so in my head about it that I potentially messed this up" I said looking over at him. He just blinked at me.

"I've just never had a friend like you before" I whispered meeting his eyes. He looked at me with an expression I couldn't read. He was good at those. Hiding his thoughts in his head. I used to be good at that, until I was around him. Then the flood gates open and my secrets are washed up in the floor in front of us, me not understanding how they got there.

"Trust me, I've never had a friend like you before either" He whispered back making me smile. His knee moved to where it was pressing next to mine. I felt it more than I should have in the moment. He didn't do it intently, but with him everything felt intentional.

"People are scared of me, don't really give me a chance either" He said quietly beside me. I looked up at him and smiled. The corners of his mouth curled up and he looked down. It made me feel comforted that he at least tired to empathize what I go through.

I don't know why I care about saving this friendship but I do, and it's all that consumed me lately. He looked down at my hand that held my bracelet. His fingers grazed over my wrist and I pulled my hand away out of reflex. He looked up at me.

"Sorry I-" I started to say but stopped. I held out my arm again and showed him. "It's nothing special, I just found it in a pawn shop on South 8th-" I started rambling. He didn't speak as he lifted the bracelet into his hands and moved his fingers between the little tiny stars that were hanging from them. He then turned my wrist over and grazed his thumb over two small cuts in the center of my wrist. I pulled my arm away and placed both my hands in my lap, not looking at him.

I could feel his gaze on me liking burning heat. I looked down in my lap. The two small cuts on my wrists were the only two that circulated on seen skin. I felt my face grow hot of embarrassment. I didn't know what to say.

"I like being your friend Y/n" He said quietly. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled sadly at me. We were still sitting close, knees pressed together, on the edge of his bed. His eyes glanced down to my lips and I felt the beat in my chest more prominently than before.

What I hated about this situation was I know what those lips taste like. I've felt them in between my own before. I've felt his tongue move in my mouth the way that sugar does with the sweetest candy. Him looking at me like this feels like how I presume a line of coke feels sitting in front of a recovering addict.

I was the first to look away, breaking the tension between us. I swallowed and stood up. If I create distance, there is no temptation. I looked down at him. "I'll see you at school tomorrow?" I asked looking at him. He looked surprised and then nodded looking down. I smiled before turning towards the door, but I heard him started to stand up.

"I-Uh-I'll walk you home" He stated. I turned around and shook my head. "No it's fine really" I said looking at him, but he was already walking towards me. "M-Max's waiting on me" I lied quickly. He stopped and looked at me. He nodded and looked down.

"Okay, I'll see you at school" He mumbled before sitting back down on his bed. I looked at him for a moment before turning and walking out of the room and saying a quick goodbye to his grandpa.

I don't know why I lied. I guess I just couldn't be around him for too long before I started to wonder what he tasted like again. Create distance, avoid temptation. At least that's why I keep telling myself. Which is going to be really hard considering we were officially friends now.

I walked the rest of the way home thinking about this, him, me, my life. It's all too much to think about at one time. I intentionally overwhelmed myself. My head was spinning by the time I made it to my front door. It was after dark, my parents were probably locked behind their bedroom for the rest of the night.

I walked in my room and fell onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I should get one of those glow-in-the-dark star stickers to put on my ceiling. So that I can feel somewhat at peace when I'm not outside looking at the real stars. They are little kiddish though, my parents would never let me get them.

I roll over and turn off the lamp that was the only thing providing dim lighting. The room went dark and rolled over hugging my pillow thinking about the things that I said, the things I wish I had said. The things I did, the things that I wish I did. I opened my eyes quickly.

Thinking them and actually doing them are too completely different things, but it still feels wrong. Should I want to kiss another boy? A boy that wasn't my boyfriend? Is that wrong to feel? It feels wrong to feel.

We were friends and I should embrace that. Which means no more looking at his mouth. No more leaving myself in a locked room with him. Just simply friends, who wave at each other in the hallway and occasionally see each other outside of school at social events if they happen to run into each other. My breathing returned to normal. I could do this. I will be fine. Me and Max will stay together and Chris and I will be friends and life will go on.

Yet, I can stop thinking about his long brown hair that falls perfectly over his eyes and his bright blue eyes as I doze off to sleep.

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theemissuniverse · 7 months

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“MAN UP” RAIDEN X FLIRTY!READER

SUMMARY : You flirt with Raiden all the time but he’s to shy to do anything about it. You are part on the Lin Kuei. Your power is Poison Ivy and you wear all red

WARNING : MATURE MINORS DONT INTERACT. soft!dom, slight breeding, “good boy”, slight dirty talk

Kung Lao wanted nothing more than to smack the shit out of Raiden. Raiden would miss his chance with you every single time you delivered it on a silver platter. Sometimes it could be questionable on what you would mean but most of the time you would downright flirt with him and it would go over his head every time.

It wasn’t just Kung Lao that was annoyed, it was Johnny Cage and even Kenshi. They could all not believe Raiden was that clueless you were flirting with him.

They also couldn’t believe you were even flirting with him. You were waaay out of Raiden’s league. Completely. You were a powerful warrior from the Lin Kuei with your power being able to control the poison and other powers. There was no way you were actually flirting with Raiden of all people.

But you were. There was something about Raiden that pulled you to him. He wasn’t like most guys. He respected you to the fullest and admired how good at fighting you really were. You loved when men admired you.

Raiden did have a crush on you from his months being with the monks, training for the tournament. He found you unlike any woman he had ever met. However, he himself felt as if he was out of your league.

You watched Raiden as he defeated all the monks at one time. Your eyes widen. That was impressive. I mean, you weren’t expecting that. That made you want Raiden even more.

After Raiden bowed to the monks, they started to walk away. You took it as your opportunity to walk over to him. “Okay, hotshot. That was good.”

Raiden turned to you. Immediately butterflies were erupting from his stomach but he ignored them and gave you a smile. “I try. I haven’t seen you in a minute, Poison Ivy.”

You chuckled at the name you had been given since birth. “Please, Raiden. You know you can call me (Y/N).” You close the distance between you two. “Help me stretch?” You didn’t bother to wait for a response. You hoisted your leg over his shoulder and stood there on your other.

Raiden didn’t know why he was impressed with your flexibility but he smiled none the less. He obviously wasn’t going to say it out loud but your leg over him gave him a very dirty scenario and he practically cursed at himself for even thinking of you in that way. “Sure. So, what have you been up to?”

The truth is you had been searching for your father. Your mother died at a young age and you had been in the Lin Kuei ever since but you didn’t want to burden Raiden with your family problems. “Thinking about you.”

Usually your flirting would go over Raiden’s head. Now, he had finally caught it in real time and he was the least bit prepared for it.

He couldn’t understand why you would want to even flirt with him. He wasn’t anything special. You were worth so much more than him.

When he looked over your shoulder, he had seen Kung Lao, Johnny, and Kenshi in hearing distance behind you. They were motioning him to go for it. It looked like Kung Lao was about to pop a blood vessel if he didn’t make a move.

He sucked it up. I mean, what was the worse that could happened? You were already flirting with him. “I think about you too.”

You were kind of taken aback at this. Raiden never had flirted back. It was part of your game but maybe he was done playing and wanted to give in. “Oh really?” You switched your leg to come in contact with his shoulder and gave your other one a rest by standing on it. “What do you think about?”

‘Abort! Abort! Abort!’ Was all that was running through Raiden’s mind but he was in too deep. If he back peddled right now it would be severely awkward. “What do you think I think about?”

Your hands feel up against his chest. They travel down all the way to his stomach. You do this in a continuous motion, not looking in his eyes. “You want to know what I think?”

“Enlighten me.”

“I think…” You put your leg down. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. “You want me in the dirtiest way imaginable but you’re too scared that I’ll reject you.”

That was exactly what Raiden was thinking. He wasn’t a very prideful man but he was a man at the end of the day and he did not want to admit this. When he looked over your shoulder he once again saw the gang telling him to keep going. The only difference was that Johnny Cage made a motion to his neck “slitting” his own throat with his thumb as of to say to Raiden that if he didn’t go for it that he would end him.

Raiden focused his attention back on you. “That could be.”

You leaned in closer, your lips were almost touching. You looked deep in his eyes but you had to look up at his slightly since he was taller than you. “Don’t play with me, Raiden.”

“I would never.”

You let out a chuckle. You back away slightly. “Just remember. You asked for this.”

Raiden didn’t quite understand what you meant by that. That’s when he watched green smoke surround the two of you. He closed his eyes out of instinct.

When Raiden opened his eyes, he realized he was in a room. You had teleported him to your room in your home. He didn’t see you though. “(Y/N)?”

You teleported behind him. He felt your presence and he turned around. You didn’t say anything. You just walked up to him and kissed him.

Raiden was only slightly surprised by this. It made him have enough time to kiss you back. He cupped your face with his left hand and his right was on your waist.

He kissed with passion and thirst. Like he had been waiting forever for this moment. You kissed him back just the same.

You pulled away and then shoved him on the bed. He landed on it looking at you in awe. You used your powers to make yourself invisible for a moment.

Raiden looked around confused to where you could’ve went. He was about to call your name but you appeared again standing in front of him. This time you were wearing your red lingerie set.

His mouth was watering. He didn’t know he wanted you this bad. He felt his dick grow bigger and out of instinct, felt embarrassed.

You sat on top of him and pulled him in a sloppy kiss. While you two kissed, you took off his hat and threw it somewhere in the room. Raiden placed his hands on your hips while yours were on his neck.

This was it. He was finally having you. There just was one slight problem.

“(Y/N).” He said in the kiss. You didn’t care what he had to say, you kept kissing him. “I don’t really have that much experience.” Raiden wasn’t a virgin but he had only slept with two women in his life. He was not skilled by any means.

You pulled away from his lips. You looked deep in his eyes to make sure he was understanding what you were saying. “You really think that matters to me?” You unclipped your bra and tossed it on the bed, revealing your breasts.

Raiden was in a trance. You were absolutely perfect by all definitions. He felt himself get even harder and you giggled because you could feel it.

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your breasts. You encouraged him to play with him and he did. When he did, he made sure to play with your nipples which caused you to let out light moans.

You pulled the shirt over Raiden’s head leaving him shirtless and went back to kissing him.

Raiden didn’t want you to feel like you were doing all the work. He overpowered you and laid you at your side, continuing to kiss you. Then he did what you didn’t expect him to do.

He slipped his hand inside of your panties and played with your clit. You let out a sharp gasp and threw your head back.

Raiden took his chance to kiss your neck. He gave you sweet kisses on your neck before sucking on it. He rubbed your clit in circles at a nice steady speed.

You never had the pleasure of a man willingly playing with you. Usually you’d have to ask but Raiden was doing it like he’s always wanted to.

His lips went to your breasts and he kissed all over them. He took his time with each one. Then he sucked on the left nipple sweetly. This causes you to moan louder. “Oh. Raiden.”

Nothing made him turned on even more than you saying his name. It encouraged him to take the next step.

Raiden removed his fingers away from your swollen clit. He then took your underwear off slowly. Raiden then forced you to spread your legs and he started to eat you out.

He sucked your pussy like it was his favorite thing to eat. Your instincts were to pull on his hair which he didn’t seem to mind. “No experience my ass.” You said.

Raiden chuckled a little but continued to suck your clit. He licked all the parts that would make you squirm.

You rolled your eyes in the back of your head when you felt his tongue constantly lick your clit. It was the best thing in the entire world.

You didn’t want to cum like this though. You forced Raiden’s head up which he immediately stopped. “Did I do something wrong, love?”

The nickname gave you butterflies. You never had intimacy like this but this felt so personal. “No. I just want you.”

Raiden understood what you meant. And he wanted you too. “I don’t have anything.”

“It’s fine.” You pulled Raiden in for a kiss and he gladly kissed back. As you two kissed, you started to pull off Raiden’s bottoms.

Raiden broke away from the kiss and he pulled them off along with his underwear. That’s when you raised your eyebrows in shock. You were not expecting Raiden to be that big. “Is that suppose to fit in me?”

You could tell that made him flustered. He covered his face but you removed it and gave him a kiss.

Raiden allowed you to flip him over. You wanted to be on top. You wanted to show him how much you had wanted him.

You slid carefully on his dick. You internally thanked him that he had did foreplay as he was so big, he stretched you out.

Raiden grabbed your hips at the pleasure of you sinking down on him. You didn’t even give him a chance. You immediately started to move on him.

You started with a slow speed so you could get the hang of it. Raiden was not quiet at all and felt like putty in your hands.

Your hands rested on his chest. You began to move faster on him. “Oh, (Y/N). Yes.”

You wanted to mess with him. You took his hand off of you. “You’re not allowed to touch.”

Now that was impossible. Him? Not touch you? “But I-“

You silenced him with a quick kiss before pulling away. “Be a good boy and maybe I’ll let you.”

Raiden never had sex like this. The last two times he would have to be dominant. (Which he wasn’t the best at.) So he wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t complaining though.

You continued to bounce up and down on him. Raiden placed his hands behind his head to prevent him from touching you. “(Y/N). It feels so good.”

Your hands rubbed all over his chest. He was so attractive like this. You figured Raiden was the submissive type. “Aw, like this baby?”

“Please don’t stop.” Raiden had the instinct to grab you but he couldn’t. He couldn’t just not do anything though. He started to fuck up into your pussy.

You were startled by this and let out a yelp. “Raiden!” The pleasure was so good that you could barley move on your own.

Raiden noticed this and ignored your orders. He gripped your waist and helped you ride him which you didn’t object.

He hissed at your pussy clenching on him. “(Y/N). Let me get on top.”

You didn’t argue with him. He laid you down on the bed and entered your pussy like it was nothing. He went even faster than you did. “Oh god.” You yelled out.

“You look so good like this.” Raiden told you. His fingers found your clit and he rubbed it in circles as he fucked you.

You never felt this overwhelming pleasure before. It excited you that Raiden could make you feel like this. Your nails dug deep in his biceps but he didn’t let up. He continued to move in your pussy like his life depended on it.

“Tell me I’m yours.” He whispered in your ear.

Oh god you didn’t think he could get any hotter. “You’re mine, Raiden. All mine.”

Raiden kissed your lips lightly. The kiss told a thousand words.

Him playing with your clit and fucking your pussy was more than overwhelming. “I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can. You’re doing so good.” Raiden didn’t let up from your clit. He instead kissed your neck like you were Heaven.

Tears were in your eyes. Raiden removed his lips from your neck and looked you in the eyes. He kissed your tears away. He knew you were enjoying it, you were just overstimulated.

Raiden felt the knot in his chest. He was close. Very close but that didn’t matter if you weren’t close. He rubbed your clit just slightly faster.

He watched as your chest heaved up and down. This was amazing to him. The girl that was flirting with him over and over again, claiming to have a dominant personality was being so submissive to him.

He loved it.

Raiden watched your reactions to his change of pace. You muttered curses which made him want to cum even more. You started to hit his chest slightly. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Raiden please.”

He didn’t break his pace as he looked at you. “Yes, lovely?”

“Please let me cum. Please.”

“I would never deny you to.” Raiden stopped playing with your clit and continued to fuck you at the same pace. “I think I’m close too.”

“Do it in me. Please, please, please. I want it all inside me.” You said, playing with your breasts.

Raiden didn’t know if you meant it or if it was just the sex talk. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please. I want to cum together.”

Raiden felt his release close. Too close. He didn’t want to do it though unless you did it either before him or at the same time. “(Y/N), I’m close.”

Your hands snakes up his neck. You would’ve pulled him closer to you if it were even possible. “Raiden. Yes. I’m cumming. Yes. Raiden. Yes.”

Raiden felt your release which triggered his. The two of you swore as he was riding your orgasms out.

Once the two of you were done, he lifted your chin for a sweet kiss. Then he pulled away and pulled out of you.

Raiden laid next to you. It was silent for some time. Not an uncomfortable silence. Just a normal silence. “You know…” Raiden started to speak. “For someone so dominant in personality- your quite submissive in bed.”

This made you grab a pillow and throw it at him and he laughed. “You’re terrible.”

Raiden pulled you in close to him. “Where does that leave us now?”

“Where do you want us to be?”

“I want to be with you.”

You smiled at his statement. You placed a kiss on his head. “Than you are with me.”

Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, and Kenshi all stood before Liu Kang. Liu Kang looked around confused slightly. Raiden was never late to training. “Where is Raiden?”

“Shacking up with Poison Ivy.” Johnny stated simply.

Kenshi checked his watch to look at the time. “It’s been forty five minutes.”

Kung Lao chuckled at the realization. “Oh he will never hear the end of this.”

The four heard a noise. They looked behind them to see that you and Raiden had teleported there. “Sorry, dad.” You started off jokingly to Liu Kang. “Had to borrow your fighter for…something.”

“Anyways. Bye.” You said. You winked at Raiden and disappeared from the area.

Raiden looked at his three friends that had smug faces. “What?”

They all gave each other the same look. Like they knew what they were all going to say. Then they turned back to Raiden and sung; “Ivy and Raiden sitting in a tree-“

Raiden rolled his eyes. “By the Gods…” He turned to his guide, Liu Kang. “Please make them stop.”

Liu Kang was about to tell them to knock it off until he had looked at Raiden’s neck. “Is that a hickey?”

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

The three of them continued to sing in the background while Raiden facepalmed himself. At least he finally got you.

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Every Now and Then - ch. two

[ And if You Only Hold Me Tight ]

pairing : joel miller x f!reader, platonicsoulmate!tommy & f!reader

word count : 9.3k

summary : you spend some time tommy, you spent some time with joel.

tags/warnings : 18+ mdni, angst, canon typical violence, language, panic attacks, violence, injury, wounds, possessive behavior, toxic relationships, animal death, i probs missed some i never know how to tag so lmk if i misses anything !!

a/n : this took so long and i dont even know it its good so i'm deeply sorry about that.

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Now - JACKSON, WYOMING : 2023

“It’s nice to meet you Ellie.” You hold your hand out across the table to her, offering your own name up in the process, noticing an incredulous look in her eyes as you say it. Of course she doesn’t shake it, you’ve worked with enough survivors her age to know how they think.

She doesn’t trust any of this, and you can’t blame her. Every single thing she’s seen since arriving here is too good to be true, she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. That’s okay, you can be patient. She just needs to learn how to be a kid again. When she makes no attempt to move you pull your hand back, your smile never wavering. You’ve met kids in much worse condition than this, you can work with this.

“Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, Ellie.” You set the notebook you’d been writing in back down onto the table, you don’t want this to feel like an interrogation for her, it needs to be a conversation or you won’t get any of the information you need.

“Like what?” She’s slouched down into the chair, her arms crossed across her chest. She has her defenses up, she has spent her entire life protecting herself, she isn’t going to stop just because a stranger offered her a mug of tea. A mug of tea that she has notably not touched.

“Anything you want to, or I could ask some specifics if you’d like.” You take a sip of your own tea, hoping it might show her it’s safe. She only hums in response, you decide it might be for the best if you just ask her what you need to know. “Let’s start with a few easy ones, how old are you?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“We need to assess your health, what classes you’ll be put in, if you’ll be needing any feminine products. I promise, anything I ask is for your own good.” Seeing kids like Ellie is a painful reminder of just how lucky your own little ones are, it’s a wonder she made it this far. You can’t hold her skepticism against her, her distrust is why she’s still alive. “Would it help if we brought your father in? He’s just down the hall with Maria.” You aren’t sure why, you typically handle every stray but she had insisted on helping you out today. She’d spewed some sort of excuse about how Ellie might need some special attention but as far as you can tell she’s in the same state that most kids are in when they arrive.

“He’s not my dad.” She’s quick to say it, as if it’s a sore subject.

“May I ask his relation to you then?” Maria had told you she arrived with her father, you were told to expect one teenage girl and one man in his fifties.

“He’s… my friend?” She sounds unsure, unsure enough to ring alarm bells in your head.

“Honey, are you in a safe situation? We can help you if you need-” She doesn’t even let you finish your question before sitting up straighter.

“No, no, no, gross, it’s not like that, he’s not like that.” The look of disgust on her face brings you immense relief, this world is full of enough horrors for a young woman to face.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure.” Even if she hasn’t been through that, she hasn’t had it easy, no one has. But there’s something distinct in her eyes. Loss. She’s seen more than enough of it, more than anyone her age should. Her eyes keep darting to the door, her head tilts in that direction every time someone walks by. She’s worried about her companion. She doesn’t want to lose him too. “I know none of this makes sense, and you have no reason to trust me but I need you to try Ellie. And if I ask you anything you aren’t comfortable with then you don’t have to answer but I need you to try, please. The faster we finish up here, the faster you can get back to your friend.”

She takes a moment, you’re practically holding your breath when she finally nods.

Perfect, you can work with a nod. You love a nod, a nod is all you need to help this girl.

“Let’s start with your age again.”

“Fourteen.” You’ll have to have a menstruation kit sent to whatever house they put her in, most people’s cycles start being regular once after a few months in Jackson.

“Thank you.” All you get is another nod yet you can’t help but smile. “Do you know where you were born?”

“No.” Her eyes are trained on your shoes, occasionally darting around the room but staying low for the most part.

“Where did you grow up?”

“The QZ.” The thought makes you sick for several reasons. The last place a child should grow up is the streets of a quarantine zone, even if she was in the FEDRA program it wouldn’t have been easy. The thought of any QZ still makes you queasy, even after this long.

“Which one?” Anywhere but Boston.

“Boston.” Of course. With your luck she would be. Someone’s far from home.

“FEDRA program?” As terrible as they are, they always keep the kids' vaccinations up to date, one less thing for you to worry about.

“Mhmm.”

“How old were you when you left?”

“Fourteen.” How the hell did she make it to Jackson all the way from Boston in such a short period of time? Why come to Jackson at all? There’s certainly other QZ’s between here and there, there’s probably other settlements too.

“Can I ask why you left?” It’s not a question you need to ask but your stomach is in knots at the mention of the Boston QZ and you can’t help yourself.

“I’d rather you didn’t.” Something flashes across her face, she isn’t trying to be rude, she simply doesn’t want to talk about it.

“That’s fine.” You don’t need to worry about it. She doesn’t know him. There’s no reason for her to know him. QZ’s house hundreds, if not thousands, of people. There’s no reason to spiral over nothing. “Do you have any allergies that you’re aware of?”

“Nope.” She makes a popping sound on the “P” as she leans back in the chair, trying to look relaxed despite how on edge she still is. You decide not to put anymore pressure on her, it won’t do you any good.

“How are you feeling physically? Any symptoms of illness?”

“Like infection?” You have to stifle a laugh, if she was infected the two of you certainly wouldn’t be sitting here right now.

“I’m not worried about that, I mean something more like a runny nose or a cough.”

“Oh. No.”

“Any skills in particular you’d like to learn? Our school system is a little less traditional than what you probably had with FEDRA.”

“I like science.” She sits up a bit, good, you’ve found something that piques her interest.

“Then I will make sure you’re enrolled in some science classes. But I meant skills like agriculture, construction, or veterinary care. Something you could learn about that interests you. You won’t be asked to help out around town until you’re sixteen but we like to let you explore different things to see what you like-”

“Could I learn how to shoot a gun?” She leans forward before you can finish your thought.

“You could apprentice some of the hunters, we could also have you trained for patrol and scavenging which involves gun safety and training courses. You’re a bit young for those but I’m sure I could ”

“Really?” You can tell by the inflection in her voice that she still doesn’t trust you entirely, even if she’s excited.

“Of course, you’ll probably be the youngest student in the training class but I’m sure you can handle it.” She needs something good in her life. You want to protect everyone who finds their way to Jackson but this girl makes your heart ache. Most adults you’ve worked with aren’t able to hold themselves together this long, putting on a brave face despite everything.

“Do you like burgers?” You almost cringe as you say it, hoping she’s had food outside of the synthetic shit FEDRA produces.

“I guess?”

“I’m having a little cookout tomorrow evening once everyone’s finished their work, it’ll be small, just me and some family but you’re welcome to join. You can bring your friend, I have two little ones you can play with. They might be a little younger than your usual friends but I promise they’re great company.” You swear she almost smiles, and suddenly you just want to make this poor kid smile. “You know, I’ve got a telescope in my garage, so if you stop by it’s all yours.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely, I’ve never even touched the thing so maybe you can put it to good use. Let me write down the house description for you, it isn’t too far from this building, you can stop in whenever you want tomorrow. There’s an empty house across the street as well, maybe I could show it to you, see if you like it.” You pencil it down, tearing the paper and handing it to her. This isn’t something you’d typically do but you can’t resist an opportunity to help her feel more at home here.

“Yeah, I mean that would be great.”

“Perfect.” You lean back in your chair. “What sort of hobbies interest you?” You’ll be in charge of putting together a welcome basket for her since Maria has marked her down as a permanent occupant.

“Reading, I like comics. And I used to draw a lot in the QZ.” Perfect, books are easy to find since Jackson was built around a small library.

“Okay then, I think that’s all I need from you for now but I’ll be around soon once you get housing settled. You can go join Maria and your friend if you’d like, I have to figure out what house we’re going to put you two in but I’ll be stopping by later with a few things for you.” That actually isn’t all you need from her, there are more questions on your mind, one specific question. Ask her what his name is.

“Thanks.” She stands, quickly heading towards the exit as you grab your notebook, you need to make a list of everything they’ll be needing.

You shouldn’t. If by some stroke of misfortune you’re right this question will only serve to destroy everything you’ve worked so hard to push away. You shouldn’t.

But you do.

Before she’s out the door you call out her name, you don’t want to know, but you have to.

“Ellie, what’s your friend's name?”

You found the treehouse two months after you found Jackson.

With tears streaming down your face you had dropped the twins off at Maria’s, mumbling apologies before going to the edge of town, a large amount of Jackson was empty, and still is. They’re planning for the future. Someday, generations from now, the town will grow and they’ll use these houses to accommodate families. But for now it’s just an empty town, one that you realized had a treehouse. You had hidden yourself away there, curling up into a ball to become as small as possible.

Tommy had found you hours later, shivering, with no more tears left to cry. And he hadn’t chastised you or asked you why you’d done it, he’d just taken your hand and walked you home. It doesn’t take him hours this time, only about thirty minutes according to your watch. You hear the crunch of his boots, the walking pattern you recognize as his, and the creak of the boards as he pushes the hatch open before sliding up into the small space with you.

Before he speaks you’re already reaching for him, desperate to cling to some kind of familiar safety.

“Hey darlin’.” It’s a dance you two do, fluid and instinctual as he pulls you into his arms, you slot yourself between his bent legs as he wraps himself around you. You used to sit like this when you couldn’t find shelter on snowy nights, one of the many habits you had trouble breaking when you found Jackson. Maria would never ask you to change your relationship with him, it was a decision you had made with Tommy when he told you he wanted to marry her. A part of you just sort of knew she didn’t like it, so you stopped. And you’d never hold that against her, if the roles were reversed you certainly wouldn’t be as kind as she’s been. That’s why you’ve always loved Maria, since the first day you met her she has been like a sister, patient but blunt with you.

Except in this one instance.

She withheld some particularly important information.

“The twins?” You lay back against him as you mumble.

“Maria’s watching them. They’re helping her make dinner, you shoulda’ seen them in the kitchen. I swear she’s the only person they listen…” His voice trails off when he feels you tensing up all over again as you go back to fighting off tears.

A silence falls between you, familiar and reminiscent of your first few days together out in the woods. And just like back then, you’re the one to break it.

“Have you seen him yet?” The words feel small and hoarse in your throat.

“No. Couldn’t bring myself to.” He rests his chin on your shoulder, you wish you could find comfort in any of this but there’s just too much dread. Too much unease fills your stomach to relax.

“Does he know you’re here?” You wish your voice didn’t tremble so much.

“Maria didn’t tell him.”

“Are we sure it’s even him?”

“Not a lot of Joel Millers walking around during the apocalypse.” It’s like he can sense your skepticism as he quickly continues. “She said he looked like a Miller.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Like me but grayer.” Fair enough.

“Does he know I’m here?” There’s no way. He couldn’t.

“No.”

“Good.”

“Can’t stay that way forever.” You know that. But you don’t have anything to say about it so you move on, and redirect the anger that mixes with your confusion and fear.

“Why didn’t she tell us?” He can’t take your side in this, as much as you want him to, he has to take her side because her’s is the rational one. Do you have a side? Can you be mad at her for this? Are there even sides?

“Probably because she knew we’d react like this.” His head tilts a bit to rest against your own. You’re thankful for this position so you don’t have to look him in the eye.

“She should have told us.” You’re trying to remain calm but your voice is pitching up higher by the minute.

“She was going to, she just didn’t know how. She thought she had more time”

You need to relax. It feels like your heart is going to burst from your chest and you’re certain Tommy feels it too.

“How did he find us?” He wouldn’t have been looking for you specifically, unless he had a death wish.

“On accident, I think. Maria said he was looking for me when they found him.” That makes sense. It’s just a coincidence that you’re also here. He has no way of knowing that you even know Tommy. How he managed to locate him is another matter.

“We’re two thousand miles away from the QZ, how the fuck did he find you?”

“He always gets what he wants.”

You can’t argue with that. Plain and simple, you don’t need much more than that.

“I don’t want to see him.” An impossible request, but you make it anyway.

“We both know that isn’t possible.”

“Tell her to send him away.” Also unlikely.

“You know she can’t do that, we don’t turn folks away from Jackson.”

“Then I’ll leave.”

“Like hell you will.” There is no fight in his voice, just certainty as he holds you a little tighter. Not without me. The silent promise that lingers under his words, but it’s more complicated than that now, you have two toddlers and he has a wife, there is no running away from this. No running away from him

He’s inevitable.

It doesn’t matter if the world ends, and you run halfway across the country, Joel Miller is inevitable.

“He’s got a kid.” You mumble as you reach for his hand, entwining your fingers with his. You hadn’t realized how cold you were until you felt the warmth of his skin against yours.

He scoffs. “He’s got two.”

“Another kid, some girl. He brought her here all the way from Boston.”

He shifts a bit, clearly confused. “Why?”

“I was hoping you’d know, it isn’t exactly in his nature to help the needy.”

He pauses for a moment. “Well, I mean, how old is she?”

“Fourteen.”

“Well there’s your reason, Sarah was fourteen.”

Sarah.

A girl you know very little about other than the fact that she’s your daughter's namesake. Sarah Ruth Miller. It had been Tommy’s idea, you had only picked out a name for a boy and you owed Tommy everything for keeping you alive that long, so when he asked if he could pick his niece's middle name you’d been more than happy to oblige.

It hadn’t been Joel who told you about Sarah, he never even told you he had a kid.

Tommy had told you about it just before the twins were born. You’d been snowed into a cabin and he’d just returned from hunting with a grin on his face as he told you he had a surprise. You couldn’t sleep, between the cold and the pain in your lower back you were just too uncomfortable most nights. Tommy always insisted on staying up to keep you company even if he ended up falling asleep most of the time.

That night he told you about how he lost his niece on outbreak day as he skinned the fox he’d caught in one of his traps as you sat beside him in front of the crumbling fireplace. When he finished the story he held up the pelt and told you he was going to make your babies first blanket with it.

Of course at the time neither of you knew that he would have to make a second blanket, or that he would need to do it a month sooner than either of you had planned.

“I invited him to dinner tomorrow.” No sense in hiding the fact from him, he’ll find out either way.

“What?” His hand tightens around yours and it’s your turn to comfort him as your thumb rubs circles against the tense skin.

“Ellie- the kid, I invited her before I knew about Joel. Even told her she could bring him.” You almost laugh at how ridiculous it all sounds now. Of course you invited him to dinner completely by accident, sounds like something you would do.

“Then why don’t we just get it over with?” Or you could leave, brave the Wyoming wilderness with your kids and his wife and make a run for it, far, far, away from Joel Miller.

But you can’t do that.

So you might as well get it over with.

“Together?” You bring his hand up to your face to warm the icy skin of your cheek.

“Together.”

He means it. He stays with you until the next day, walking you back into town and bringing you to his house. Maria starts apologizing the second the two of you walk through the door but you just hug her. She doesn’t owe you anything, any anger you thought you felt towards her was misplaced.

And you all settle in for the night.

On particularly bad nights you’ll spend the night at their house. It’s been happening less and less these last few months but it’s an unspoken decision tonight as Maria brings down sleeping bags from the attic for the kids.

You tuck the kids in by the fireplace, hoping that they don’t catch the vacant look in your eyes as you kiss their foreheads. Thankfully they both seem to be too excited about having a living room campout to notice. You hear hushed whispers from the kitchen, it sounds like an argument so you just sit on the couch, wrapping a blanket around yourself as you stare out the window facing the street.

What house did she put them in? There are a few options for temporary housing, but he could be anywhere. The thought makes you nauseous. Thankfully you’re distracted when you eventually hear Maria stomping up the stairs followed by a sigh from the kitchen before Tommy joins you on the couch.

“Everything all right?” You mumble, hoping to not wake the kids as you offer up some of the blanket to him.

“It will be.”

God you hope so.

“How do you wanna do this?”

Good question.

Preferably you wouldn’t be doing this at all, instead you would be enjoying what might be the last nice day before autumn sets in entirely. You, Arthur, Ruth, Tommy, and Maria. You’d still be happy if Ellie came over by herself but that’s so unlikely you don’t even consider it an option. Joel’s too protective and you confirmed with Maria that Ellie would be coming. He won’t let her go alone, you know that better than anyone.

You rub the back of your neck with your freehand. “The kids stay inside with Maria.” Ruth is already there, helping her aunt with the salad as Arthur sits in your lap, playing with a few stones he’s set up on the picnic table.

“Okay.” Tommy’s biting his nails, you’d spent weeks reprimanding him about that until he broke the habit.

Your knee starts bouncing, a nervous habit of your own that you’ve had for as long you can remember. Thankfully Arthur simply hums to himself as you bounce him. As far as you can tell neither one of the twins knows something is wrong, you can only hope it stays that way.

“We can wait for them out here, I can ask Ellie to go in and help Maria with the kids.”

“And then?”

You frown in contemplation. “I haven’t planned that far ahead.”

“So you didn’t plan for the most important part?”

“Did you?”

His teeth shift when you ask, biting down hard enough to split his nail lower than he intended. You watch as blood blooms there while he curses under his breath.

“Shit, go inside and grab a bandage, they’re in the cabinet above the sink.” He stands as you wave him towards the house, he brings his thumb to his mouth, his brow furrowed. “And bring Maria and Ruth out with you when you come back so we can go over everything with her.” He nods, humming in response before he disappears behind the screen door.

“Is Uncle Tommy okay?” When you look down you’re met with a worried look plastered on your son's face. You instinctively cup his face with your hand, using your thumb to smooth out the wrinkle between his brows. He looks too much like his father when he does that.

“He’s okay, love. He’s just gotta go get your Aunt and Ruth.” You lean down, kissing his forehead before turning to set him down next to you.

“Okay, Mama.” He seems satisfied with your response as he gives your leg a little pat before running off towards the edge of the yard. You’ve got a patch of rocks and gravel the kids like to dig through. You turn to watch him, with your back now leaning against the picnic table as he crouches down, examining the ground before finding a suitable stone. Clutching it in his hand he rushes back to you, holding it up for your approval.

“Very pretty, thank you.” You take it from him with a smile, setting it behind you on the table with the rest of them. He repeats the process several times, staring down at the ground, scrutinizing each rock before bringing the ones he deems good enough over to you. You give appropriate oo’s and ah’s to each one, grateful for the brief peace your son is able to give you. He carries on with this for sometime, until you have a sizable pile of rocks beside you.

He leaves, and he returns, dozens of times until he decides not to return to the patch of gravel.

You thank him for the speckled stone he hands you now but instead of running back across the yard he squints, staring up at your expression.

“What’s wrong?” He hops up onto the bench next to you, grabbing the sleeve of your shirt and bunching it up in his little fist as you give him a soft smile.

“Nothing’s wrong, hon.” You ruffle his hair a bit but he doesn’t seem convinced.

“Why’d you make a mad face then? Uncle Tommy too.”

So much for the kids being clueless, they’ve always been too smart for their own good.

Shit.

You sigh, looking up at the clouds briefly before looking back down at him.

No sense in lying to him. “You know how Uncle Tommy has a brother?” You wrap an arm around him, pulling him close.

His face scrunches up a bit as he thinks. “Yeah…” He doesn’t sound entirely convinced as you give him a reassuring smile.

“Well, we don’t really- we don’t always get along with Uncle Tommy’s brother, and he’s gonna be visiting us soon.”

“Why?”

“He’s in Jackson for a little bit, and he came a long way to get here-”

“No Mama, why don’t you like him?”

This is a conversation you had hoped to have with your children when they’re older. Preferably it would be one you wouldn’t have to have at all, but it’s just another unavoidable part of Joel. They’re already old enough to ask questions, it started when kids in their class began asking if Tommy was their dad. Which of course led to the twins asking you one night just before bed the same question.

“No love, he’s your uncle, who told you that?” You don’t want that rumor going around, people already talk about it, it doesn’t help that they both bear a resemblance to him.

“No one, Annie asked us.” Your daughter answers as you brush some of her hair behind her ear. You recognize the name, it’s a girl in their daycare class.

“And what did you tell her?”

“That we just got a mom.” Ruth answers but Arthur picks up the second she’s finished speaking.

“Do we have a dad?” He tilts his head to the side as you swallow loudly.

“Yes, you do.”

“Where?” Ruth asks.

Last you’d heard he was in Boston.

“I’m not sure.” They turn and look at each other before turning in unison towards you, you should have known they wouldn’t take that answer. “We lived together for a little while, in New York, and then we got separated.” None of that means anything to either of them but it’s an answer, which is better than nothing.

Arthurs tiny hand squeezes yours, pulling you back into reality. You often wonder if they know when you’re lost in a memory, he looks up at you curiously. What did you do to deserve such a patient child?

You take a moment to think of a way to phrase it. “We… got into a fight. A long time ago.”

“About what?”

“Grown up stuff.” Your heartbeat quickens, you don’t want him to know about all that, he’s too little, you need to end this conversation.

“What kin-“ When he starts another line of questioning you poke at his sides, sliding him off the bench in a fit of giggles.

“Time to go inside, nosy little man.” You follow after him as he rushes away, brown hair that’s just starting to curl at the ends falling into his eyes as he runs away from the house.

You catch up to him within a few steps, scooping him up and cradling him like a baby. He lets out a high pitched shriek until you squish your face into his cheek, kissing the rosy skin until he quiets down to a few small giggles.

“Your aunt needs some help in the kitchen, you’re gonna go play with her and your sister now.” He nods as he squirms in your arms until he’s more comfortable, wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his chin on your shoulder as you walk him back towards the house.

He’s gonna need a nap soon, which means Ruth is gonna need a nap soon. Maybe you should try and get them both down before everything else happens.

Right on cue, Tommy pushes open the door with Ruth on his hip, Maria not far behind him. Based on the smiles they’re both sporting you can assume they’ve made up. They always do.

“I think it might be time for these two to head inside.” Tommy gives you a soft smile and for a single second you get to pretend that everything’s fine. Maria takes a lighter towards the grill, trying to light it as you go to stand next to Tommy, the twins both grinning at each other.

In your own little bubble, everything is completely fine, and you’re with your family.

And at the end of your single perfect second the bubble is popped. It all happens before you’re ready, although you doubt you could ever really be ready for this.

Maria pockets her lighter, mumbling something about going inside to look for matches after a few unsuccessful attempts. You set Arthur down, nudging him in her direction, he quickly runs towards her, taking her hand as she begins to make her way back towards the house. Tommy wraps his free hand around your shoulder. Giving you a reassuring squeeze as you rest your head against him to stare at your little girl.

“We’ve got this.” He gives you another squeeze but you’re struggling to find safety in it. He’s always been the strong one, the confrontational one. He’s got this. You don’t. You tilt your head to stare at him when Ruth’s gaze goes from your face to his but your head snaps to the side when you hear your name called.

Everyone looks up. The twins, Maria, Tommy, and you, as Ellie walks around the side of the house and waves at you. The sound of your name makes the man walking behind her look as well, his all too familiar scowl scanning the yard, softening into a look of disbelief when his eyes settle on you.

Then - NEW YORK CITY, QUARANTINE ZONE : 2019

“I don’t like havin’ you out there on your own. I worry too much.” He mumbles the words against the back of your neck as he tightens his hold around your waist. At some point the two of you had stopped pretending you’d wake up any other way and just went to bed like this. “Stay here, angel.”

You’re so comfortable you almost consider it, but you ran out of cards last week and you’re cleared for work as of today. “I have to go if I want to sign up for any of the well paying shifts, Joel.” You peel his arms off of you, sitting up as he matches your movements.

“Don’t sign up for that shit, it’s always somethin’ stupid or dangerous.” His voice is low and thick with sleep as he wraps his arms back around you. “If you need somethin’ I’ll get it for you.” He hasn’t shaved in a few weeks, his coarse facial hair rubs against your shoulder as he murmurs.

Who knew big, scary Joel Miller could be so clingy.

The most surprising part of your relationship, if you could even call it that, with Joel is just how needy he is. You don’t have any problems with it, it’s just a bit of a shock. Although maybe needy isn’t the right word.

Protective.

You’ve left the apartment two times in total since moving in with Joel, both times you insisted on needing air much to his dismay. He accompanied you around the block without a word the first time. The second time was the same, the only difference was that you stopped to buy a small bag of buttons, Joel had frowned as you made small talk with the older man sitting behind the table before rushing you home.

“You could have just told me you needed buttons.” He grumbles as he holds the door open for you as you make your way to the kitchen table, taking a seat as you take his flannel off of you, the sight of your tattered sports bra serves as a reminder of how badly you need to get back to work once you’re cleared.

“I don’t need buttons, you do. Every shirt you own is missing at least one.” You laid the shirt down on the table, pointing to the drawer next to the sink. “Get me the sewing kit.” His frown deepens but he does as you say before sitting down across from you.

Reaching across the table he sets the box down beside you, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Still, you should have just asked me.”

You open the small tin, unspooling a bit of thread. “I needed to go outside for a few minutes, it’s stuffy in here.”

“We could have opened a window.” He grumbles under his breath as you grin, holding the thread between your teeth while sliding the other end through the needle.

“It’s not the same and you know it.” You mumble through your teeth before releasing the thread and setting the needle down. You pour the buttons out onto the table, searching for one that best matches the beige of the buttons on the flannel. Eventually his hand encompasses your own as he guides you to one that’s a slightly different shape but matches the color perfectly. “Thank you.” You give him a teasing smile as you place it over the frayed threads where its predecessor once was.

That was a week ago and you haven’t been outside since but when Joel went to get the mail from downstairs he brought you a notice from the doctor that you were cleared to return to work today. Despite his protests you start to push the blanket off of you but he’s quick to pull it right back up into place.

“Stay, please.” He continues to hum against your skin.

“I need the money, Joel.” You turn to look at him, his usual morning sulky look seems doubled today.

“How much do you need?” He raises an eyebrow at you as he lets his face fall forward, his forehead resting on yours.

“It’s not like that.” You swear, if you asked him to, he'd find a way to give you the moon and stars, but you hate relying on him for everything, especially after such a long time of being dependent on him. “I just need to work.”

“You don’t need to. You want to.” His breath still smells like whiskey from last night as he gives you an exasperated glare.

“Fine, I want to work. My leg’s fine now, you can barely tell anything was wrong with it. I’ll be okay.” You lean just a bit more towards him, kissing his cheek before sliding out of bed.

You aren’t exactly dating Joel.

Dating seems so trivial during an apocalypse, and you haven’t had any conversations about it. It just sort of happened. You woke up one day and neither one of you wanted to pull away from the other, and it progressed from there. He came home from a job one night and climbed into bed next to you, wrapping himself around you and he kissed your forehead before falling asleep. You still don’t know if he knew you were awake. The next night you’d taken his face in your hands and kissed him, just to see what he’d do, thankfully after a moment of shock he’d kissed you back. And it just became another unspoken part of your life with Joel. He kissed you goodbye when he left to go do the things he refused to tell you about in any detail, and you always greeted him with a kiss when he returned.

But you don’t have sex.

You want to ask him why but you hold your tongue, it’s possible you’re just being impatient or maybe he just wants to wait. So you don’t push it or bring it up because you like how things are with him.

The word boyfriend is not a word that suits Joel.

He isn’t your boyfriend, he’s just sort of, yours.

“Angel, please.” He continues his griping as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Joel, please.” You repeat back at him, trying to mimic his low tone.

“I’m bein’ serious. Things have gotten bad out there recently, too much FEDRA bullshit.”

“It’s always been bad and I’ve always managed, I’ll be fine.” You pull one of his shirts out of the closet, slipping it on, starting to button it as he makes his way to the end of the bed.

“Can we at least talk about this?” He rests his elbows on his knees as he hunches over. The morning haze on his face is gone and is replaced by the stern scowl you’re used to.

“There isn’t anything to talk about. I’ll be careful, there’s nothing to worry about, I’ll see you tonight.” After digging through the dresser drawers you eventually find your only pair of jeans. Once your boots are laced you walk back over to him, standing between his legs and taking his face in your hands.

Staring down into his surprisingly gentle eyes, so dark that in the dim morning light they look pitch black.

God he’s pretty.

Even with that stupid pout of his.

“I’ll see you tonight.” You lean down, placing a kiss on his forehead before pulling away only to be stopped when his grip on your waist tightens.

“Just- wait.” You’re about to push him away with a laugh but his voice cracks just enough to make your smile drop.

You start to speak in a soft tone but you only get one word out. “Joel…”

“Please- I just- I can’t let you go out there and sign up for that shit. There’s jobs that aren’t dangerous, simple stuff.”

“Those jobs pay a few cards at best, hon. I can’t wear your clothes forever, I need new underwear, socks, all sorts of things. And I want to contribute around here, I’ll be okay, I promise.” You push the mess of hair falling across his forehead back as you stare down at him.

He looks so genuinely upset already and you haven’t even left yet, he’s making this far more difficult than you thought it’d be. “I won’t be able to do anything if I don’t know you’re safe. It’s dangerous for both of us, I can’t be distracted like that.” You sigh, long and loud as you drop your hands to your sides.

The more you think about it the more it makes sense. He really does worry too much, and even if you don’t know exactly what he does for work, you know it’s dangerous.

Maybe it won’t be so bad.

“Okay.” You groan.

“You’ll stay?” The corners of his mouth start to raise a bit.

“I’ll do the safer jobs.” The hint of a smile that had been on his face dissipates. “It’s a compromise. You can’t always get everything you want.”

“Fine, come right home after.”

“I will.” With one more kiss he finally lets you go.

So, at Joel’s request, you sign up for the easy jobs.

They’re boring, and generally sort of terrible, and they pay the least, but Joel doesn’t make any further arguments about it. So you keep signing up for them. Typically it’s childcare, or filing documents for FEDRA, or working in the entry level food processing jobs.

Boring, boring, jobs that involve standing around and doing nothing or wrangling kids who don’t deserve to grow up in a place like this. You hate the look on their little faces, they always look too grown up for their ages.

But you put up with it, because at the end of the day you get to go home to Joel, Joel who seems to be in significantly higher spirits ever since you’ve agreed to those specific jobs. So you make it work. He makes it worth the banality of it all, at the end of your first week back to work he surprised you with a large paper bag, grinning like you’d never seen him before. When you unfolded the crumpled bag you were greeted with a mess of fabric, different colors and textures. You poured the contents onto the bed and immediately realized what he’d gotten you. Bras, panties, socks, and two pairs of jeans. It must’ve cost him a fortune and your eyes began to water immediately. You had wrapped your arms around him, barely letting go of him for the rest of the night.

After that it got even easier, eventually you got used to it.

You learned to live with the terrible jobs, and if you wanted anything you couldn’t afford with your meager savings Joel always managed to get it for you, even if you hadn’t told him you’d wanted it in the first place.

You probably would have stayed like that forever if you hadn’t started taking the long way home. Weeks had passed before it happened, you had grown comfortable, vulnerable. Joel always made sure you felt safe and you let your guard down just long enough for something to happen.

Joel had left early that morning, telling you that he was gonna be late, before he kissed you, he was out the door before the sun came up.

Whenever Joel told you he would be late you took the long way home. Winding back alleys that were mostly empty that always led back to the apartment building. It was just a treat for yourself, something to do to fill time that would be spent at home, waiting for him.

You never had any issues or alterations.

Until that afternoon.

Joel will be late.

So the second your shift is over you take the handful of cards and make your way through the city. And just like you’ve done every other time, you look behind you every once and a while but not nearly as much as you should. Because of this, you don’t see him until it’s too late.

It’s a younger man, probably a year or two older than you at most peering around the last corner you turned. Once he knows he’s been seen his pace quickens and instinctively you do the same.

“On the ground!” The second you hear it you pray it’s for someone else, it has to be, you’ve done nothing wrong. You walk faster, hoping to avoid what could be a messy confrontation when the sound of boots slamming on the pavement rushes towards you and you’re forced up against the wall of the alley.

In your peripheral you catch the white text against the black of his uniform.

FEDRA.

Your knees are kicked from under you as he pins your arms behind your back, the force at which your head hits the stone has you dizzy as you try to catch your breath. Too much is happening too quickly, when you finally feel like you can use your voice the wind is knocked out of you as you feel him hit you in the side, hard enough to have you wondering if he broke a rib. The force of the hit makes your knees crumble completely as the officer lets you fall, only giving you enough time to get to your hands and knees before his boot slams into your stomach knocking you onto your side.

Finally, when you roll over onto your back you get a clear look at him. He looks like your average FEDRA officer, the only thing out of place is the unsure look on his face. Your ears are ringing so you barely make out what he says, all you catch is something about thinking you were someone else, before he turns and leaves as if it never happened.

Leaving you alone to clutch your stomach and wonder what just happened, and what you did to deserve that.

You’d never heard of random attacks from FEDRA before. Maybe in other zones, but the city has always been calm as far as that goes. Maybe things really did get worse while your leg was healing.

Joel was right.

That’s all you can think about as you stumble to get to your feet, everything hurts but now is not the time to assess your wounds, you need to get home before something else happens. You manage to hobble up the stairs of the building, nearly collapsing by the time you opened the door.

You feel so stupid.

Joel was right.

It isn’t safe out there, at least not for you. No one fucks with Joel, no one attacks him on the street because they’re afraid of him. No ones afraid of you.

It’s a long couple of hours after that.

Mostly a lot of berating yourself as you try to take in the extent of the damage.

Surprisingly it seems to mostly be surface level. Sure, you’re going to bruise pretty bad and your face got scraped up on the stones but nothing permanent seems to have been inflicted.

Once you’ve showered and slipped into an old shirt of his and a pair of panties you climb into bed, wanting this day to just be over, but you know it isn’t. Right on schedule you hear the lock click as Joel steps through the front door, you hide your face in your pillow.

“What are you still doin’ up? It’s almost midnight.” His voice is a low whisper as you hear the familiar sounds of him kicking off his boots and setting down his things. You hear the outer layer of his clothing hit the floor, you told him a while ago you thought it was gross that he slept in the clothes he wore all day. He started sleeping in his undershirt and boxers after that. “You okay, Darlin’?” The bed shifts as he sits beside you and the second you turn and look at him his jaw twitches. “Christ… what the hell happened? Who did this to you?” He’s managing to stay mostly calm but you’re already worried he’s going to blow.

“It’s nothing, I just had an issue with an officer on my way-“

“This is not nothing.” He’s already fussing with your face as you take his hands and move them away from you.

“Joel-“

“Tell me what happened.” It’s a command and you’re too tired to fabricate something, and for the first time in a while, you’re afraid.

So you tell him exactly how it happened. And before you realize it’s happening you’re sniffling, a part of you feels like you’re about to be scolded for this but he only nods, never interrupting you until you’ve finished.

Your vision’s blurry with tears when you look up at him, the weight of being attacked starts to weigh heavy as you realize just how lucky you were that that was all that happened. And then you say the words he’s been waiting to hear.

“You were right, Joel.”

“I’m sorry, angel. I should have been there to protect you.” He holds his arms open and you don’t hesitate as you lean forward into him. You do your best to hold it together as he lays you down before clicking off the lamp and pulling you back against him. He softly scratches your back, kissing the top of your head as he does. It’s silent for a few more minutes until he suddenly whispers into the darkness. “Tell me you’ll stay here from now on.”

“Joel, I-“

“No more going out there without me. You’ll stay safe right here, no one can hurt you here, not while I’m around.” You open your mouth to argue again but stop yourself.

He’s right.

Now that you’ve calmed down you know that you’re lucky to even be alive. You don’t know why you were attacked but you know it could happen again, and there are worse things than being beaten.

No one would hurt you here, not with Joel around.

“Stay here, angel.” He murmurs, softer this time.

Joel is right.

“Okay.”

He isn’t beside you when you wake up, your hands searching through the cold sheets seeking his warmth. He had mentioned something as you were falling asleep about an early morning supply run but you had hoped to say goodbye before he left, you wanted to make him breakfast. As you get ready to roll back over and sleep a bit more you’re startled into an upright position.

“You should watch where you’re flying, angel.” You bite back a shriek as Tess’s voice comes from the direction of the kitchen.

“Christ, you scared the hell out of me!” Your heart skips a beat as you reach over to the nightstand, pulling on the little chain that turns the lamp on. “Joel’s not even here, what are you doing?” You don’t like the idea of being alone with her, she doesn’t come around much anymore, you used to see her in the hall on her way here constantly, but after you moved in she stopped.

You do your best not to flinch as she makes her way over to you, standing at the foot of the bed.

“I’m not here to hurt you, there’s no need for theatrics.” You hadn’t realized you were shaking so badly until she said it, it takes a conscious effort but you manage to stop it for the most part. “I’m just here to talk.”

“About what?”

“About you and Joel.”

You don’t want to talk about that with Tess. You don’t want to talk to Tess at all, she frightens you and she knows it.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.” This time when you flinch she hesitates. For a brief moment the facade of a woman who fears nothing drops, and you swear you see sympathy in her eyes. “Joel is dangerous, you need to be careful with him or you’re going to get hurt.”

Is that why she’s here? To try and break you up?

“He won’t hurt me, he cares about me.” You wish you sounded more sure of yourself.

“You’re right, at least for now.” She flips her pocket knife open, ever so carefully running the blade along the underside of her nails, scraping away any dirt or grime she so happens to find, you fight the urge to flinch again. When she finally looks back up at you she takes a moment, examining your expression as if this was an interrogation. “Being loved by him is the worst thing that could possibly happen to a girl like you.”

You can’t help but scoff, now look who’s being theatrical. “A girl like me?”

“Good, too good. And fragile.” She points at you with the blade before returning to her nails. “He’ll do anything to keep you safe, even if it means breaking you into tiny little pieces, just so you’ll fit in a box he can lock.”

You’re about to call her a liar but you hesitate. “Why are you telling me this?”

“You deserve to know.”

“Okay, but why? You don’t even like me.”

“You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like you.”

Fair enough.

“I think you should go.” You don’t want to hear anything else. You don’t believe anything she’s saying and the entire conversation makes you feel sick. She doesn’t know anything about your relationship with him, and she clearly doesn’t know anything about Joel. He’d do anything for you, you don’t think you’ve ever been taken care of before you met him.

“What do you know about glue traps?” She doesn’t make any effort to leave so you decide to just answer her with a sigh.

“Like the ones you use to catch mice? I don’t know, Joel buys them sometimes.”

She points her knife in the direction of the corner of the room, it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. Sure enough, in the corner of the room, peeking out from under his dresser, is the faint outline of something on the floor, you’d never noticed it before.

“It’s the worst kind of way to catch a mouse.” She stands, walking across the room and peeling up the trap with the edge of her blade before snapping it shut and taking the edge of the trap between her fingers, dragging it across the floor to the middle of the room so you had a clear view of it. “They’ll do anything to get out.” The tip of her boot nudges the corner of the trap, now that it’s been dragged into the lamp light you can see exactly what she wanted to show you. Two things are in the bloody trap. A mouse, barely alive, based on the way its chest rises and falls, and something else. A caterpillar maybe?

No.

A leg. A bloody mouse leg, on the edge of the trap.

“They’ll chew off their limbs, and peel off their own skin just to get out, the ones that manage to are lucky enough to bleed out somewhere else. The ones stuck in the trap though?” She nods down at the creature you now refuse to look at. “They’ve got it the worst. Suffocation, dehydration, the ones who try to peel off and can’t, bleed out, stuck in place.”

With a sudden crunch, her boot slams down on the trap. You watch, slack jawed, as she peels it off the sole before tossing it in the bin in the corner.

“I’d take a quick death over either of those.”

“I think you should leave. Now.” You try to sound authoritative but your voice trembles too much to sound anything but afraid.

“I heard you got caught up in some FEDRA business yesterday.” She starts again but you’ve had enough.

“Tess.” You manage to have a bit of sterness this time in your tone but it doesn’t seem to affect her much.

“Fine. I’ll leave. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You catch that sympathetic look one more time before she unlocks the door chain, twisting the doorknob before speaking one last time. “I noticed some of our inventory is missing, this is the only warning you’re gonna get about that. If you want shit like that just ask, I’m sure Joel would be more than happy to have another way to control you.” She doesn’t turn around when she says it, simply slamming the door and leaving. You have no clue what she’s talking about, but that isn’t the part of the conversation that sticks with you. All you can think about is that crunching sound.

So you avoided her after that, writing off her words as an act of jealousy.

Joel would never do anything to hurt you.

Of course you know better now. She was just like you, she had been in the glue trap herself when she tried to keep you from joining her, but you hadn’t listened, instead you’d fallen face first into Joel. And he wouldn't let you go without keeping some of you for himself.

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Okay, so remember when Aaron’s hot young brother came to visit? What if he tried to hit on Aaron’s wife because Aaron is soo secretive and hasn’t told anyone he’s married.

In this.... Haley and Jack DONT exist.

Aaron Hotchner doesn't wear his wedding ring at work. He'll wear it when he's with you, but never at work. It was something he felt like he could do to protect you and his family from a potential unsub.

While he never wore it at work, he always had a small picture of you and the kids in his wallet. He also had a small tattoo of your children's initials over his heart. When he went for a pool day at Rossi's he always made sure to cover it up.

He wasn't ashamed he was married to you, he also wasn't ashamed to be a father to his two children, but he wanted to protect him. So, when you and Aaron started dating, he vowed he'd keep you and your twins a secret in his work life.

You were a single mom to twins when you met Aaron, your twins just a year old at the time. You were trying to get your daughter to stop crying at the restaurant and then your son was making a mess. Just as your daughter had stopped crying, your son had some how hit the table hard enough to spill the water near you, causing you to become soaked and a stranger sitting at the table across from you coming over to help get you napkins.

You swore it was love at first sight. He introduced himself and then proceeded to tell you that he was an FBI agent when you questioned how he was so good with kids as he quickly was trying to make your daughter laugh while you were cleaning up your son and the mess.

When the mess was cleaned up, you profusely thanked him, saying something along the lines of how hard it is as a single mom trying to entertain one kid, the other does something up to no good.

He knew it had to take his shot. This could be his future family if he played his cards right. You were gorgeous and your kids were adorable.

As he asked for your number, you blushed giving it to him. He made a promise he'd call you when he got back to work so that you'd have his number.

A few dates after that phone call solidified your love for Aaron. You know it was quick, but he was so good, so understanding. You had a sitter cancel on your 3rd date and he dropped all the plans he had and came over to your apartment, opting for a movie night and a home cooked meal instead.

When you two got married, it was just a small wedding. Your parents and siblings, your kids, and your best friend. He had talked about keeping you and your kids a secret, not wanting an unsub to know you exist in his life and could be used against Aaron.

Your kids were almost 4 now, 3 years of knowing Aaron was the best 3 years of your life. He was the perfect husband, the perfect father.

After getting a call from the preschool that your twins attended saying they were sick, you picked them up, trying to call Aaron. When he didn't answer, you knew you had to go to the bureau.

Your twins were not angels when they were sick and you knew it was hard when your daughter was attached to Aaron. It's why they called Aaron first at preschool because your daughter kept asking, but they had to call you when he didn't answer.

As you made your way to his unit, you saw someone sitting outside the doors. As you sat down next to him, you heard him say, "Your kids are cute."

"Thank you."

"Makes sense when they get their looks from you."

You knew you weren't wearing your wedding ring in visible sight, so you knew that the unsolicited flirting was going to happen.

"Is this the waiting line?"

"Yeah, my brother is a very popular person apparently."

"I understand."

You chuckled and you began to run your hands through your son's hair, getting him to lie down next to you on the bench.

"Being a single mom must be tough, I'm good with kids, my little cousins love me."

Just before you had time to respond, you saw Aaron appear. Your kids yelling, "Daddy!"

The man looked at you and said, "You're married to him?"

Aaron said, "Sean, this is my wife, Y/n. Our kids y/d/n and y/s/n. Y/n, this is my little brother, Sean."

"Wife?"

Except it wasn't just Sean's voice. It was a group of people that you assumed to be Aaron's team. Everyone who he always talks about at work, that you've seen pictures and videos of, but never could meet them because you talked about the nature of his job and wanting to keep you and the kids safe.

"Sir, how long have you been holding out on us?"

Aaron looked at you and said, "Almost 3 years."

You wanted to laugh at the looks of the people's faces surrounding you, then you heard the comment from your husband.

"Sean, can you please assume someone isn't a single mom before you begin flirting with them."

You chuckled at that. It was harmless flirting, but still funny. It's also good to know that you could still pull men if something were to ever happen to you and Aaron.

You spoke up, "We owe you all a dinner and an explanation, but, we have two sick kids that we have to get home. I'll have Aaron set up a time and date for when you can come over and ask all the questions you want."

Someone came up and hugged you and said, "I can't believe you're real. We knew he had to be dating someone, but married to someone hot like you! It's like our wildest dreams. Sir! She's a good one."

"Y/n, that would be Penelope."

"I've heard a lot about you. Thanks for brightening up my husband's office."

She hugged you tighter at that.

While you waited for your husband to finish talking with his brother, you made your way to a desk chair and talked with his coworkers for a few minutes.

After leaving the office, you knew that you had a new family who would protect you with everything they had. Aaron wouldn’t be mad. He was more mad that his younger brother was hitting on you, especially since he was already so insecure of himself.

However, when you got home and got the kids down for a nap, you made sure to show Aaron how much he really means to you and how he doesn’t need to be so insecure. He was the only guy you had eyes for.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner x single mom!reader

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heaven4lostgirls · 1 year

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Poly!marauders meeting y/ns family? Its okay if you dont want to write this! I get it can be hard to write something you dont have inspo for!

beautiful boys

poly!marauders x reader

a/n: ty for the request i really enjoyed writing this!!

summary: marauders meeting your parents for the first time<3

tags: fluffff!!!

you, james, sirius and remus had been dating for a little over 3 months. you weren’t sure when the perfect time would come for you to introduce them to your parents but you knew that it had to happen at some point and apparently today was that day.

you all stood outside your parents home, as a halfblood, your parents were fairly well off however you knew that because they had to send you off to hogwarts so young that they had become a bit more protective.

now in your 6th year your parents were aware that you had found interest in people around you and never expressed any distain to who you should date. they were never against you dating someone that was a different blood purity than you or someone of the same gender.

as you all walked up to the gate of your parents house you felt sirius shift nervously next to remus who kept double checking if his clothes were okay. james seemed to be the only calm one out of the three but maybe that was because he’d already been introduced to your parents as one of your best friends.

you knocked on the door softly and softly squeezed sirius’ and remus’ hands in comfort. you’re mother opened the door to see four beaming faces, albeit two of them looked a bit more nervous than the others.

“y/n! come in! i’ve missed you honey!” you mother cooes at you as she pulls you into a hug and ushering you and your boyfriends inside.

“i missed you too mum, where’s dad?” you smile as you wrap your arm around remus’ waist.

“he’s in his study, he’ll be down in a minute. last minute ministry cases and whatnot” she smiles before she turns to the four of you.

“and? who might be these lovely gentlemen? when you said you were bringing people home i didnt expect this!”

“well actually mum, these are my boyfriends. james, sirius and remus. you’ve met james before at kings cross station remember?”

“oh yes! what a delight, it’s wonderful to see you sweetheart” your mother hugs them all and you can see the relief that flood from remus and sirius’ shoulders.

“you boys must be famished, come let’s do the kitchen and we can chat a bit before your father comes down”

you all make your way to the kitchen and sit around the island, your mother pours you all some water as she asks some questions.

they all answer very willingly with little hesitance and you can see the admiration they hold for your mother as she dotes on all of you as if they’re her own children.

the heavy footsteps of your father interrupts the conversation between sirius and your mum.

“y/n! i’ve missed you sweetheart” your father stated before wrapping you in a big hug, almost squeezing the life out of you before he lets go and looks curiously at the boys behind you.

he cocks an eyebrow which makes james gulp and remus fidget nervously before his face breaks out into a big smile.

“nice to meet you boys, i’ve heard that you’ve been helping my y/n around school” a chorus of ‘yes sirs’ is heard throughout the kitchen before you introduce them.

“dad, these are my boyfriends. you know james, and that’s sirius and the one next to him is remus” they all lift their hands up accordingly to wave at your old man.

“ah i see, well since we’ve already met why don’t we dig in to my wife’s delicious cooking” he laughs and pats sirius and remus on the back.

you usher them to the table where your dad and mom sit at the heads and you and james sit next to each other. across from you is remus and across from james is sirius.

you all eat happily and make small talk and you can almost feel the love and warmth in the air, your parents never once mentioned the scars on remus’ face or questioned why sirius lived with james and that he seemed to hesitate talking about his family.

all in all they all seemed so at peace with one another you couldn’t ask for anything more, your dad looks at you whilst everyone else talks and winks at you.

you know you’ve found a family in these boys and as have they in you.

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onskepa · 4 months

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IM SO HAPPYYYYYYY

you finally reopened your requests!!!

Hear me out!

We need a reader with vitiligo. The sully are shocked and confused when they see her skin but jake explains it to them. Ik there is a chance you maybe won't write this but i had been longing to request it for such a long time

This is what vitiligo looks like:

Hellooooooo darling!! I can see where you are going with this one. Did a bit more research so I can make it as accurate as I can. Hope you all can enjoy it~!!

PS: The sully kids are younger here: Neteyam is 9, lo'ak and kiri are 8, and tuk is not yet born because I forgot about her when I finished this.

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Nawang

“Come on, keep up!” young neteyam calls out to his two younger siblings. Kiri and lo’ak do their best to keep up speed with their older brother. “Stop being so damn fast!!” lo’ak shouts back, grunting as he does his best to keep up. “Hey! What did mom say?” Kiri shouts behind lo’ak. Rolling his eyes, lo’ak runs faster to be at the same level with neteyam, making kiri trail a bit behind.

The three ran through the forest in glee, their mother sent them to tell their father that lunch was ready. And of course the kids would happily use any excuse to go out on a small adventure. Especially to mess with the humans.

“I see the pole! We are here!” Neteyam says as he runs even faster. Clearing some leaves, out reveals the human post. Right near where the entrance is at, they see their dad talking to someone over a tablet. But neteyam stopped a few feet away. The human beside his dad. Why do they look-

“Why does your skin look so weird?”

“LO’AK!”

“While I dont like humans, I don't support your rude words, lo'ak” Neytiri strictly scolds her second son. The boy in question grabbed his tail, looking down feeling guilty of his choice of words.

“But mom, she did look weird,” Kiri says, as means to help her brother. Neytiri only hissed at her in a warning way. “Weird or not, I taught you better than to judge people. My children, how would you like it if someone picked on how you look? It would not be good would it?”.

Lo’ak and kiri shake their heads and mutter ‘no’.

“Good, now we are all going back and I want you to apologize to the human. Am I clear?”

“Yes mama”.

Neytiri took her two children back at the human base, there she sees jake, neteyam and the human in question. And as they get closer, neytiri gets a better view of the human. She almost stopped for a second, almost. Her children weren't right to point it out, but they also were not wrong. The human did look odd. She didn't look like any of the humans neytiri came across. No, this one was different beyond any comprehension.

The human had two skins.

Dark and light skin tones. Patches all around. Almost like paint splattered all over her body.

Jake turns and calls neytiri over. She does so slowly, she came here for a reason. Best to not get distracted. Neteyam looks over and smiles at her and his siblings.

“Hi mama, look, meet nawang. She likes to take pictures” Neteyam introduces as he holds a camera in his hands.

Nawang, as neteyam calls her. She looked up and smiled, greeting her in the na’vi way. Seems like nawang has learned the customaries.

“Baby, this is nawang, a friend. One of the science guys. And nawang, this is my wife neytiri, and my other kids, lo’ak and kiri '' Jake happily introduces. The human woman looked at all of them with a warm smile.

“Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you all. Jake would never shut up about his family. Day or night, he will look for any excuse to talk about you all” she says. Her voice is cheerful and soft. Like a friend whom you already know.

“Come on, what can I say? I'm a happy man '' Jake responds, his grin wide.

Neytiri shook away at her stare and cleared her voice. “I believe my child has something important to tell you” she says, gesturing lo’ak to step forward. And he does, getting closer to nawang, he looks up at her and pouts.

“I'm sorry I called your skin weird. It was rude of me to say that” he apologizes. Nawang chuckled a bit and shook her head. “Apology accepted lo’ak” she answers.

“But why does your skin look like that?” he continues.

Jake wanted to smack himself right then and there.

“Veeetigoo??”

“Not quite, vitiligo”

“Vitiligo!”

“that's it!” Nawang praises the sully kids. She was teaching them the name of her skin condition. Neytiri watched along, secretly learning too. She wanted Jake to explain what is with the human’s look, but all he replied was “it's best to hear it from the source”.

“But what is vitiligo?” Kiri asks. Nawang sat on the grass floor with the three children in front of her, their parents not far from where they are.

Rolling up her sleeves to expose more of her arms, Nawang happily begins to explain. “You see, Vitiligo is a skin disease, it is an illness that I have. No, I won't die because of it. What happens is that inside of my body, I lack the proper amount of pigment. It is what causes the patches on my skin”. Seeing as they are kids, Nawang had to explain it in as simple form as she could.

There was a couple seconds of silence from the kids. Taking in the information. Then kiri got closer to hold nawang’s hand. “Does it hurt?” she asks, looking up at her adorably. Nawang felt her heart shot through by his cuteness, she pulled kiri closer on to her lap. “No kiri, it doesn't hurt. It is just part of me” she answers.

Neteyam felt more confidence and gently traced the odd white shapes on her hand and arm. “Will it go away?” he asks, Nawang hummed a bit. “Hard to tell, for some it does go away. And for others, it stays with them”.

While Nawang was focused on kiri and lo’ak, a flash and a snap was heard. Turning, she sees neteyam holding her camera, and a polaroid picture comes out. Gently grabbing it, keeping it in her shadow, colors were forming. And what it revealed warmed her heart. “Here, it's yours' ' She says to neteyam. Gasping happily, he accepts it.

“You know, you are pretty good at taking pictures. Would you like to keep the camera?” Nawang asks. Neteyam looked surprised, looking at the camera and up back at her, “can I?” he asks. Nodding, confirming her answer, neteyam snuggles the device to his chest. “I'm going to take a lot of pictures! And then I will show them to you!” He says happily. Already many ideas are flowing in his mind.

Laughing at his adorable statement, Nawang pulls him into her little group hug. “Alrighty mister photographer, and maybe one of these days I can show you my photo album. It has all of my pictures I collected through my years”.

Lo’ak grunts a bit, pouting, “how come neteyam gets to keep the camera? I want a camera too!” he demands. Gently stroking his head, nawang speaks “maybe if netyam would like. Best to take turns. Everyone sees the world differently”.

Kiri not really caring much for what her brothers are doing, she followed the lines and shapes on Nawangs arms. And slowly she made it to her face. “It's like you are two different people in one body,” Kiri says. Gently tugging kiri’s nose, making her scrunch her face. “May seem like that. But I see it as what makes me, well, me. Like your stripes. Every na’vi that I have seen has different stripes. And no two are the same. And your stripes are very beautiful”.

Kiri gushes at her compliment.

“Come on kids! Time to head home!” Jake calls out. The kids whine, not ready to leave. “Hey come on. How about this, if you guys behave for your parents, ask them to take you guys back here tomorrow. We have forever to talk and play. How's that?” Nawang suggested. And the kids cheer, liking the offer. So getting up and saying their goodbyes, they leave for their lunch.

“Neteyam, why are you not asleep? It is past your bedtime” Neytiri smiles at her oldest son. The boy in question was wide awake and looking at his polaroid picture. “Sorry mama, I am just still excited for tomorrow. I took so many pictures of the village. I know Nawang would like it” he explains.

“Well, try your best to go to sleep. Or you will wake up late and not have a chance” his mother tells. Understanding, he lays down to sleep, still clutching his picture.

“If you sleep with your picture it would wrinkle. Would you like me to hold it for you until morning?” Neytiri asks, nodding, neteyam gives it to her. Kissing her baby good night, she walks away with the picture.

She sits near the fire for better lighting. And smiled.

The picture was of little neteyam’s hand side by side with Nawang’s hand.

Aaaaaaaand that is it for this one. I did my best to make it good. Hope you all enjoyed it! until next time! see ya!

Nawang = merge, become one with

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muneca-lemon-steppa · 7 months

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Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 1

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing, Period Era Sexism

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fic in over a year, but I dont know I just wanted to have fun! Also lets be real... i needed these ideas out of my head. Please enjoy, have fun! Have an amazing rest of your day! Hi everyone!!! So this became a multi chapter story! This has been so much fun and I am so excited to see where this story goes! If you are interested in continuing this story, go to my tags and click ‘Interviews for New Beginnings’ there all parts will be together! Eventually I’ll put together a master list for it! Love you guys so much, I’m so glad you guys are having fun!!

You had heard about this job from your cousin Eli. And maybe that should’ve been the first clue that perhaps this may not have been a completely legal or safe or upstanding or above the table or whatever good adjective your parents could come up with position. But you had told Eli that you needed a job! And he did find you one! And your parents should be overjoyed that you will be working in the same “bakery” as a male cousin. It’s not proper for a woman to be working without a family member’s presence… especially where there are other men in the office.

“When you go in there be sure to look strong, but not too strong, emphasize that you’re docile and you want to please him.” Eli had been quizzing you about your skill sets and how you were to behave in the interview the entire walk to “The Bakery”. And while Eli was so sweet and more of a brother than a cousin… you couldn’t keep your irritation at bay.

“Tell me Eli… am I interviewing for the position of personal secretary or personal wh-“

“And don’t be so quick with that mouth of yours! Listen… Mr. Solomons is one of the most important men in Camden. This could be a really big opportunity for you. Being the personal secretary of one of the biggest names in the city can give you a steady income and some real independence! But that means you can’t be so…”

“Myself?” You say with a cocked brow and a bumped hip.

Eli’s eyes lit up as if a child he had been teaching finally understood arithmetic, “yes! Yes exactly! Listen while you’re in front of Mr. Solomons, it’s ‘yes sir’ and no questions asked. Got it?”

You sigh and roll your eyes. It felt like you had had this conversation so many times in different ways. Why did your parents care to educate you so much if you weren’t allowed to use your mind? You had asked your father many times, if God gave you a mouth and brain, why shouldn’t you be allowed to use them? And he was never really able to answer beyond a couple phrases talking about the ‘role of women’. You had just been fired from a doctor’s office due to talking back to an unruly patient. Truthfully, this was your last shot to get real independence. It was either this job… or letting your parents begin the process of finding a husband.

You finally reach the door of the bakery, and Eli turns you toward him to fix your hair and straighten your sweater, “Ok ok. Here we are dearest. Now just follow me, don’t make eye contact with everyone and just… be good.”

You chuckle out a, “Yes mum.”

With a laugh he shoves your arm, and gives his name to the young man standing by the door. With a nod he opens the door and lets you in, quickly following Eli’s steps.

While Eli said you couldn’t make eye contact with anyone he never said you couldn’t look at the bakery. It didn’t take you long to notice that while all the men were wearing aprons… there was a distinct lack of… bread… or anything to do with bread. Soon after this you began to feel that memorable tickle in your nose. Rum you thought to yourself. With a smirk you ran up behind Eli and whispered, “Wow quite the bakery Eli. Does the family know about your little rum house job?”

His face was pale, and he was clearly in no mood to joke. With a huff you returned to your previous pace, and you see that the office is just ahead.

Suddenly you feel the flush in your neck, and begin to steel yourself. You had of course heard about Mr. Alfred Solomons. The King of Camden. The Brave War Captain turned Ruthless Gangster. Eli was not kidding when he said that Mr. Solomons was one of the most important people in the city. He ruled the community. This was not the time and place for your mouth to act up. This was the time to behave and play it safe.

Eli rapped the door of the private office gently, and was met with a gruff, "What now!?"

Eli with a shaking hand opened the door, "Mr. Solomons? It's me Eli I..."

"What the fuck do you want eh? Come on now yeah you interrupt me and just stand there acting like you've been struck dumb by God. Come on!!"

Eli kept stammering, basically useless, so you stepped up, "Mr. Solomons, I'm Eli's cousin. I'm here for the secretary position."

Mr. Solomons eyebrows furrowed, looking you up and down. You couldn't help but feel like a child in front of his stare. Fiery, discerning, and just plain terrifying. "You said you're here for what?"

"The secretary position. My cousin said you were in need of a secretary."

Mr. Solomons looked at Eli and looked at you, "And you think you're qualified for a secretary position?"

The heat in your chest started to grow. And you could feel your temper begging to be let out. But you had to make a good impression. You needed this job. You needed to be sweet and to behave.

You nodded, "Yes sir, I can assure you I am I-"

"I'm sorry treacle but this simply will not do." Mr. Solomons cut you off. "What I am doing here right? I'm running a legitimate business. I am running something very difficult that little girls like you simply could not deal with yeah? Now run along and go do whatever young girls do yeah?"

"Mr. Solomons I-"

"Treacle now you're making me a little frustrated right, I said run along now."

You could feel the heat rising and rising, and Eli tugging at your sleeve, "Mr. Solomons if you will just listen-"

Mr. Solomons rose from his desk, "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE I SAID LEAVE."

"I AM YOUR NEW SECRETARY DAMNIT."

The room went silent. The entire bakery went silent. And from the corner of your eye you can see different men pausing, waiting to see what would happen next.

Alfred Solomons, for the first time in his life, was left speechless. The last woman who had yelled at him was his mother. Usually, women run and hide from him upon the first interaction. Men have wet themselves from his bellowing. Yet... this little woman is standing here, screaming at him, demanding to be heard. He did not know what to do, he could only stare at her.

You tried to be good. You really did try! But it was too late now. Mr. Solomons was just staring at you, and you had a point to make.

"Mr. Solomons, I am the most capable secretary that you will ever have walk through these doors. I am fluent in Russian, Yiddish, Hebrew, and French. Not only can I read and write, I was the best in my class in maths. I am a damn good baker, though clearly you do not need my services there. I am incredibly punctual and polite and am able to talk to anyone. And to top it all off, I make a very good cup of tea. Now I put on my best dress and shoes and I walked 45 minutes to get to your ridiculous office and I will be damned if I will leave here without a job! Do I have your attention now sir?"

While you were speaking Alfred Solomons had slowly lowered himself into his seat, with a smile on his face. He was stroking his beard, considering your fiery eyes, and the shape of your lips while you yelled at him. He began to laugh to himself, "Come sit down treacle. Eli, get the fuck out, stand by the door."

You turned to look at your cousin, but he had already closed the door behind him. You walked to the desk where Mr. Solomons was sitting, and took a seat directly in front of him. Where he had been leaning back in his chair, he was now leaning forward on the desk, resting on his elbows on top of a thick layer of papers. His eyes twinkled, and a handsome smirk played on his lips. Your rage was still simmering, and it was hating you for staring at those eyes.

"You can read and write?"

"Yes."

"How fast can you type?"

"80 words per minute."

"You're good at math?"

"You want to put a slate in front of me and have me recite a King's speech as well Mr. Solomons?"

He barked out a laugh, "Fuck me. You've got a sharp tongue on you don't you?"

"I have language why not use it."

"Fucking hell...alright listen here you little viper. I want you here every morning at 8 o'clock. Ready to work. You will have many a late night in this job. You will be my personal secretary, which means when I say "come here", I better see you before I finish that sentence. You'll need to write letters for me as well as manage my meetings alright? You will be my shadow. Any questions?"

"What is my salary?"

He paused, staring at you, seemingly trying to see how low you would take, "4 pounds a week."

"6"

"Good Lord what do you need 6 pounds a week for? 4 and a half and thats generous."

"Mr. Solomons I'm not stupid I know what you do. You need me. You want to become a respectable businessman you need someone like me to make sure your affairs are in order. I know you are working with many different people, and you need my abilities. I am the best you will ever have. 5 and a half."

Alfred keeps stroking his beard...wondering how the hell Eli could be related to someone so strong... and how much it was going to cost to keep you, "5 pounds a week. And I will give you a Hanukkah bonus."

"...And Rosh Hoshannah off."

"Done."

You stood to shake his hand, firmly, though he kept smirking as he shook yours. "Alright my little viper, I will see you tomorrow. Bring ink and a notebook. We start at 8."

"Thank you Mr. Solomons. You won't regret this!"

"Alfie. You will call me Alfie from now on."

The way he said it while staring into your eyes brought a heat to your cheeks, and you prayed that he couldn't see any change in your demeanor. "Alfie." You whispered as you nodded and walked away.

He couldn't help but linger there in that moment, watching you walk away, speaking animatedly with Eli. Never had he ever felt so... struck by a woman before. He had women before of course, but no woman had captivated him the way you just did. He needed you. He needed you with him, in any way that you allowed him to have you near. Maybe this was a mistake, but he highly doubted it. How could a mistake be so beautiful?

"OLLIE!" He yelled, "WE NEED A DESK AND CHAIR NOW!"

#alfie solomons x reader #alfred solomons #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons x you #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #this is my new hyperfixation #i just love him #daddy i love him #Interviews for New Beginnings

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theoccultz · 9 months

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What's hidden from you?

Long time no see!!

Another occult topic this could be a little triggering

General reading can resonate can not

Take what resonates, leave what doesn't

Take a deep breath & choose your pile see ya there!!

Note: The purpose of this pac is not to disregard anyone's feelings but rather to bring clarity to the situation ,the reader is responsible for their own decisions

Pics not mine credits to their rightful owners

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Ok pile 1

Cards pulled : 10 of cups ,the hanged man r,the queen of cups ,page of wands r,the world ,the empress

Angel numbers:9125

Recently called someone out

If you're feeling angry or unmotivated .

Recently left a job ,graduated from uni

Broke a promise,hung out with family and close childhood friend

Used some sort of substance ,maths ?

Is involved legally

Fire and water dominant ,taurus mc or sun , scorpio rising .

Sunflower is significant to you ,is born on 9,4:35 time

Saw 555 ,303 ,313 or wearing pink ,beoge ,green or bright blue

So there was a person in your work environment or someone you meet frequently for some kind of project like you guys are meeting to create something and this person was just there for their own gain they didn't valued your feelings and they used to gaslight you into believing some stuff which never happened,this person saw you as a good opportunity a person who everyone respects and theres this energy to be with you like its very clingy they could have even influenced your decisions ,stole your ideas,made everything about themselve ,and made you doubt yourself but everything was done subtly this person was not sincere you could recognise this person with the traits of someone who's very childish who's always complaining about others or crying while saying lies ,i'm sorry pile 1 they purposefully tried to put you in a zone or a position which made you feel uncomfortable ,this person wanted to knock you off of your balanced position this is a someone new with a charming smile ,this persons skin could be very sensitive they might interact with a lot of people on a daily basis someone who seems friendly but is not if you find yourself randomly involved in a controversy idk why i said controversy when i meant gossip ...anyways you should leave this person dont confront them ...let them be confused this person could have lied about you ,spread misinformation to others although they were smiling a good exampld is " oh i think pile 1's work ethics is very cool they get the job done ...and this person was like yeah but this person is not grateful y'know its just too much pressure on them so i help them out in their projects a lot ,they take my ideas .....

And this could made people question you a bit because this person seems like your only closest buddy like you may be an introvert or this person could be young you might educate them see them as a Cute little thing but this person is taking advantage of your kindness,its like they wanna take your abundance, this person takes credit even if they didn't do anything.

Idk why was i was speaking in a past tense this could be a relevation to you by the universe to clear out this person from your energy or this person could have ghosted you one thing about all of these it could have been happening for a long time ,you might have experienced a period of stillness,met someone and clicked off instantly this is that person ,this person if it has not happened could hurt you woth their words ,play the victim , ignore you after draining you ghost you or even steal something physically like something from the computers or a cupboard or a book even , something which is very valuable to you and this person might know it it could be a gift from your father when you were younger a birthday gift yeah ,this person observed you for a long time 1year even or they just know about you from someone i dont feel like this person is taking revenge but they want your position your people they wanna be you lets just put it like that ,they could be very inspired by you .

I dont feel like this person is exposed yet so you gotta be careful with your things and be firm with your boundaries, Back of the deck is justice yeah dont worry .I heard i dont care yeah this person is full of shit like they could use you and leave you ,dont forget you are coming up as an empress here and this person "page of wands" that in reverse ,don't Question yourself dear ,do you.

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Pile2

The devil r, the tower r,king of swords ,page of cups ,the sun ,the fool r ,8of pentacles,ace of pentacles

Angel number: 8595,441 ,95

Oh woah someone doesn't like you i heard family , relative ,cousin ,teacher ,s? Candle

This person sees you working on yourself you could be very open minded or outspoken you dont handle unwanted criticsm maybe you often find yourself being blamed for speaking the truth you could notice people react strongly to what you have to say

Ok pile 2 this person is pressed that you are not ready to sacrifice your life for them this person could be very controlling y'know things have to be always how they want like wake up at 4 or you have to call me twice a days yeah so this person is triggered af ,they want you to follow their footsteps they could try to intimidate you at times they think you are overconfident or too spoiled like you need to touch grass, but in reality its them I'm feelin'a power imbalance they want to cut you off from your close connections like take away your precious things which you use in your day to day life they may want to stop you from moving forward even ,idk why this person is being so weird this could be a boss or a neighbour? Its like they want to show what they are capable off they could observe you or try to control you or what you do.

You could have been very close to this person at one point of your life but they never treated you the right same they always tried to show you who's the boss or compared you to others i'm so sorry pile2 i can see you tried your best to understand them and you could have suffered from a heartbreak even i can see you trying to protect your heart .idk why i'm hearing so much knocks knocks you could be very sensitive to noise or this person is ,or they could be violent

You could be a bright person who has a bright future ahead of them you could be very respectful and empathetic to others ,dont let it get to you i can see a change coming for this person and all of your angel numbers include 5 as well ,particularly a rude awakening where they can even fall sick or people can leave them ,this person could be a morning person someone who's connected to the nature someone whos a people pleaser yeah ,the tower r here is representing failed attempts of negative execution and you're gonna get your justice,we have ace of pentacles at the back of the deck which is a fulfilling victorious card this also includes restoring balance .

This person is trying their best and its not working i can see that but one thing thats coming up here is to keep your emotions in check and write to yourself dont define yourself by how this person makes you feel. I was getting this hopeful young energy honestly and its so refreshing,keep being you pile2 ,you are not what they say .

Some extra things which couod be significant

Recently went to a wedding, Car repair .

Brought new clothes skims in particular,aoplied for a job

Read some article about food or health on website ,red colour fav ,22 yrs old

Joined gym ,best friends name starting from p or R ? .

Saggitarius ex ,Water moon ,gemini placements,9h virgo ,scorpio stellium,libra rising or a leo .

Got licence,9 yrs relationship,good in your arts

Is planning to go to clinic or a museum,drink a lot ? .

Channelled song:

Thanks for reading!!

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Pile 3

Ace of pentacles,ace of swords r, 2 of coins ,8 of ,9 of wands r ,2 of cups back of the deck .

Angdl number:222,565 ,999,24

You could be seeing 111 or 258

Somewhere you go * new jersey? Feeling annoyed?

*i wont be including extra messages since there's so many random messages in the pile (: *

So many things in this pile , someone is getting their karma this person does things unconciously ,this person is not in touch with their reality neither alogned with their purpose ,this person is shallow and fake af too tough on oneself,anyways i see someone admires you a lot they talk about you but are cold to you as well ? Hmm interesting

This is xTHE TEA x pile lmao

Oh wow this person is seen as cute by others someone with light hairs? features ... Yeah this person is very playfully you might see them as shy or unapproachable like they keep a close circle ,but this person likes you or wants to be close their intentions are not very clear this person inquires abt people first before taking big steps ,they think they are sneaky and you dont notice them i feel like they are right you could be oblivious

this person is very secure financially and dependable ,they feel really Ignored by you they could be trying to befriend you from a long time but their efforts are going unnoticed? They could have wide face with defined jawlines like it stands out they could be a pisces, number 15 could be important

Why do i feel like this person is interested in concepts like sci fi ,ai , physics ,they could contribute a lot to their departments or community's they could be a doctor or a specialist of some sort

Lil 18+ stuff

I really feel like this person is attracted to you sexually as well ,they could daydream a lot like deep fetizisation of actions is going on , yeah they seem really fixated on you but this person is very conscious of their surroundings only few of their friends might know abt this also this person could not even look like they could like someone,they could have a well built structure. Anyways this person romantise every little action you do so yeah .

I feel like i gave too many info abt this person i could feel the defensiveness oh they could be very young or fruity asf , this person could be a aries or venus dominant they will literally shapeshift if they know you like this this kind of people lmao pls 😭 this person has no chills ....they have this amazing reasoning power to deny things like they could play it cool ,i'm even getting a professor or resercher yeah take it how it applies .

I heard "everywhere i go i see your face "you could know of them ? Other message i got was abt revenge this person could be very possessive .They protect the people they like ,they could even be an aries with leo prominent planets ,one more thing this person has no intentions to reveal themselves not even 1 year could convince them . I dont see them being like this all the time they are action oriented could even be known for it . They dont go by the book rules they have their own identity.

You could be very hard on yourself its time to relax ,you could be travelling soon or initiating new projects,this person is a silent supporter they could be someone online too for some of you i'm hearing antartica , California,brazil and France .They could be a good speaker ? Multilingual even .

Thanks for reading!!

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Always Darling | 0.5 | J.Seresin

T H E E A R L Y Y E A R S

Summary: The prequel to “Always Darling” and the events leading up to the Uranium Mission

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC!Willow "Vixen" Seresin, brief mentions of Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x OC Daughter!Willow "Vixen" Seresin and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC God Sister!Willow "Vixen" Seresin

Warnings: fluff, its fucking cute in here

Note: the overwhelming love for this series 😍😍 I love you all! THERE WILL BE A PART 3!

Apr 2024 note: I did end up updating this into an OC as I dont write my series as a reader insert anymore.

Word count: 6.1k words (my brain couldn’t stop! I’m sorry for the length!”

Masterlist | Always Darling Masterlist

2001, Boarding School, Connecticut

“Miss Mitchell?”

“Yes, headmistress?”

“My office, please.”

18 year old Willow Mitchell was a staple in the Headmistress’s office since her first day at the all girls boarding school her father had dropped her off at freshman year. The headmistress had taken the 14 year old “troubled student” under her wing the minute the young girl entered campus, even bringing the young girl home for the holidays.

“Miss Mitchell-“

“Please, just Willow. We aren’t strangers.” She laughs.

“Willow, how’s the college search going?” Headmistress Stacy Sutherland questions.

“Fantastic. I got an acceptance to UT Austin, Oklahoma, Oklahoma State, UCLA, USC, and NYU but I’m not going to any of them.” Willow answers.

“Oh? Not going to college?”

“Actually,”Willow pulls a folder out of her backpack and sets it on the desk.

“You’re interested in the Naval Academy?”

“Accepted. Stacy, I got into the Naval Academy!” She smiles brightly.

“That’s amazing! I bet your father is so proud!”

Willow sighs. She hadn’t told her dad, not like he’d pick up the phone anyways. “Yea. I bet.”

“Will he be here for graduation?”

“I don’t know, I sent the invite but-“ she shrugs.

He didn’t show. Willow expected nothing less from the man who up and dropped her off 4 years ago, never coming back. It really surprised her though to see all of her dad’s Top Gun buddies present. Ice, Slider, Wolfman, and Hollywood. She hadn’t noticed their presence until the middle of the Ceremony. With only 40 graduates in her class, it wasn’t long until her name was called

“Miss Willow Mitchell. Valedictorian. United States Naval Academy.” If the sheer magnitude of cheers just for her wasn’t clear enough, the four grown men who jumped from their seats definitely showed Willow that someone out there still cared besides the headmistress.

“Hi!” Willow smiles as Slider runs up to her. He wraps his arms around her, lifting her into a bear hug.

“Hey Uncle Slider.” She laughs as he sets her down.

“Hey little bird.” Only Iceman called her that, claiming she was Maverick’s mini me as a child.

“Hey Uncle Ice.” She gives him a side hug before acknowledging the other two aviators present.

“Where’s your dad?”

“Not here. As per usual.” She sighs. “Can we not talk about how shitty my dad is? I’m thinking lunch and then you guys can take me wherever and then do drop off day at the academy?”

“You don’t wanna see him?”

Willow shakes her head, leading the aviators towards the parking lot. “Y’all coming or what?”

2005, Naval Academy, Maryland

Willow was speed walking through campus, her last class was late releasing so she was already late for her next class. And as if her day couldn’t get any worse she had to literally run into someone, knocking both too the ground and the other person’s coffee all down the front of her.

“Dammit.” Willow mutters, assessing the damage done to her outfit.

“I’m so sorry darlin. You alright?” Willow looks up to the guy she collided with, the voice certainly matching the face and those strikingly green eye- “Darlin?”

“What?” She snaps out of her gaze, looking around to recollect where she was. “Oh, yea. I’m fine. Can’t say the same for my hoodie.” She replies, looking down at the coffee stain.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve been watching where I was going. I can get you a new one, or pay for dry cleaning or whatever you need.” He rambles, pulling her up from the ground.

“It’s all good, I’m just gonna head back to my room and change. Apparently I really wasn’t destined to make it to class today.” She chuckles. “Sorry about your coffee.”

“Make it up by going to lunch with me? I know this little place downtown that has really good sandwiches.”

“Sure, I’ll meet you out front of the school in say, 30 minutes?”

“Perfect. I’m Jake by the way.” He juts his hand out. It was only then that Willow truly realized she was making plans with a complete stranger.

“Willow.” She takes his hand, shaking it lightly. They stand there for another few seconds. Willow was completely lost in his eyes, the color so different from the green she grew up looking at. She liked them, definitely ones she could get lost in forever.

Jake cleared his throat, pulling his hand back. “I’ll see you in 30?”

“Y-yea.” She smiles before quickly running off back to her dorm.

“Hey, did class get canceled?” Her roommate, Natasha Trace, questions from her bed.

“Nope.” She answers, stripping her outfit and immediately pulling on another pair of jeans. “I have a date now.”

“Oh? Tell me everything!” Nat slides across her bed to sit on the edge, now interested in what her roommate and best friend had to say.

“When I get back. We’re going to lunch.” Willow walks over to the bathroom, pulling out her make up bag.

“At least tell me who it is!”

“His name is Jake.” Willow chuckles, applying light makeup.

“Blonde, green eyes?”

“Yea, how’d you know?”

“Willow! That’s Jake Seresin! He’s the school playboy!”

“He doesn't seem that bad.” Willow sighs.

“Do you want me to name all the girls he’s slept with? Cause it’s not a pretty number.”

“I’ll be fine Nat. I gotta go. Don’t wait up!” She calls, running out of the room.

“Hey there darlin. Ready to go?” Jake smiles as Willow jogs up to him.

“Yep.” She smiles. He holds his arm out and she loops hers into his. “So where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.” He leads her towards a truck parked at the front of the parking lot, opening the passenger door for her.

Jake wasn’t kidding when he said they had the best sandwiches. They had to have spent at least 5 hours at that table, laughing, talking, and just enjoying each other’s company.

“So he just left you at a boarding school?” Jake questions.

“Yea. I haven’t seen him since then.” Willow answers, taking a sip of her coffee.

“You think he’s gonna show up to graduation next month?”

“Unless my uncle has said something, I doubt he knows I’m here. I bet he’ll find out when I’m a better aviator than him.” Willow chuckles.

“I think you’re gonna be a great pilot, but you're gonna have to fight me for top spot though.”

“You’re going for aviation too?” Willow questions. “It’s only ever been me and my roommate! That’s crazy!”

It was over from there. Jake and Willow spent every possible moment together over the next month. After 2 weeks of hanging out, Jake had officially asked Willow to be his girlfriend over dinner at a romantic waterfront restaurant. 2 weeks later graduation had officially arrived.

The ceremony was long and boring, Willow and Jake were eager to hit the road to his hometown where they would spend their month-long leave before they were to report to flight school.

“Ensign Mitchell!” Willow turns to spot Iceman and Slider walking towards her.

“Admiral Kazansky.” She salutes him.

“Congratulations little bird.” He smiles, pulling her into a hug.

“Thank you Uncle Ice.” She smiles into the hug.

“Alright let me in!” Slider pulls Willow away from Ice into his own hug.

“We are so proud of you, Willow!”

“Thank you, Slider.”

Jake clears his throat walking towards the group.

“Hey, Jake! This is Admiral Kazansky and Rear Admiral Kerner. Guys this is my boyfriend, Ensign Jake Seresin.” Willow smiles as Jake shakes hands with her uncles.

“It's a pleasure to meet you both. Willow talks highly of both of you.” Jake greets.

“So what are your plans now that you’re officially out of the Academy?” Ice questions.

“We have a month leave before we both report to flight school so we were planning to go to Texas where his family is.”

“You’re both going into aviation?”

“Yes sir.” Jake answers.

“I look forward to seeing both of you at Top Gun one day then.” Ice smiles, pride beaming in his eyes.

“As much as I love seeing you guys, we gotta get on the road soon. But I’ll see you soon okay?” Willow smiles, grabbing Jake’s hand.

“Of course. Good luck.” Ice nods as Willow and Jake start walking off but he quickly calls out to them. “Ensign Seresin!” Jake turns back to see Ice calling him over. Jake releases Willow’s hand, returning to stand before him. “Willow is like a daughter to me. You take good care of her.”

“Yes sir.” Jake nods before Ice dismisses him, running back over to Willow and leading her to his car.

2005, Seresin Ranch, Texas

“Uncle Jake!” Jake drops to his knee as 2 little twin girls come running towards him, throwing all of their weight into him.

“Hey! Theres my 2 favorite nieces!” He laughs picking both of them up. Willow laughs watching the interaction as she pulls their duffels from the back seat. “Darlin you put those bags down, I’ll come back and get them.” Jake turns to see her lifting both bags to her shoulders.

“I’m capable of carrying our bags, Jake. Besides, it looks like those 2 got your hands full.” Willow walks both of the bags towards the house right behind Jake.

“Maddelyn and Gracelyn! I told you two not to run outside!” An almost perfect copy of Jake runs up to the door, her long blond hair pulled up into a ponytail, bright green eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses.

“I got them, Nanc. They’re just excited to see their favorite uncle.” Jake teases, walking past his sister.

“You’re their only uncle, smartass.” His sister turns around to see Willow still standing on the porch, laughing at their sibling banter. “Oh you must be Jake's girlfriend! I’m Nancy, Jake’s older sister. Mama and Daddy are in the kitchen if you wanna come in and say hi.”

Willow nods and follows Nancy through the living room. She drops the bags by the stairs as Nancy directs and follows her through the house.

“Oh Jakey look at you!”

“Jakey?” Willow giggles softly at the nickname.

“Hey only Mama calls me that.” Jake turns to Willow pointing at her as serious as can be..

“Oh you must be Willow! You’re even prettier than Jake described!”

“Hi. It’s lovely to meet you Mrs. Seresin.” Willow smiles, holding out her hand to shake his mothers.

“Oh please! You can call me Mama. Everyone does.” Mama pulls Willow into a hug instead of shaking her hand.

“Mama, we talked about this. Don’t smother the poor girl.” Jake chuckles at Willow’s face, laced with shock of how quickly she was welcomed.

“Oh of course. Why don’t you two head upstairs and get cleaned up for dinner? Maybe even take a nap. I’m sure that drive was horrible.”

“Thanks Mama.” Jake presses a kiss to his mom’s cheek before turning to Willow. “After you darlin.” Willow tried to pick up her duffel when Jake smacked her hand. “I’m carrying these. Upstairs, 3 doors on the left.”

Sighing, Willow walks up ahead of Jake, admiring the hundreds of photos of the Seresin family that line the walls. Opening the door, Willow stares in awe of Jake’s childhood bedroom.

“Welcome to my sanctuary.” Jake laughs, sliding past Willow.

“This is not what I imagined your bedroom would look like.” She walks over to the bookshelf in the far corner, gazing over the books, photographs and awards that littered the shelves.

“What? Expected it to look more like my dorm room?” Jake questions, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Something like that.” Willow moves to stand between his legs, arms wrapping around his neck while Jake’s wrap around her waist. “Your family seems nice.”

“You haven’t even met half of them. Amy and Megan are heading back from college right now and Jess will be here for dinner.”

“4 sisters? No wonder you completely understand all of the shit me and Nat say.” Willow laughs.

“Yea.” Jake smiles. “So… nap?”

“Or maybe, a little fun?” Willow flirts, leaning further into Jake.

“Oh really?” Jake smiles, pulling Willow in for a kiss. “And what kind of fun would you be interested in?”

“Oh you know exactly what I’m interested in.” Willow straddles his waist, pushing Jake backwards on the bed.

“Oh I have a few ideas.” His signature smirk plays on his lips as he pulls her onto the bed, flipping to pin her.

2007, NAS Pensacola, Florida

“Please be sure to let us know if there is any family attending Saturday’s Ceremony.”

Willow sighed, grabbing the paperwork from before her.

“Hey darlin. Ready to go?” Jake meets her outside at their car.

“Yea.” Willow sighs, walking past Jake and immediately climbing in.

“Are you okay?” Jake questions, starting up the car.

“Yea, long day.” Willow sighs, leaning back in the passenger seat.

The drive to their off base home was silent, Jake already knew what was up. The pinning ceremony is a big deal. After they receive their wings, they’ll choose their specialty aircrafts and before long, they’re in the running for a Top Gun session. Jake’s family was already packing to head down for his pinning ceremony and he knew Iceman and Slider weren't able to make it for Willow. So with her father not in her life anymore and her uncles unavailable. That left their Captain to pin her while everyone else had family to do it.

As soon as they pulled up, Willow immediately went inside and jumped in the shower. Jake sighed watching the retreating figure of his girlfriend. Pulling out his phone, he quickly dialed Ice’s number hoping to get through to him.

“Kazansky residence.” The female voice rang through.

“Hey, it's Jake. Is Iceman around?”

“Mom! Willow’s boyfriend is calling for Dad!” Jake chuckles at Ice’s daughter’s unwillingness to talk on the phone.

“Give me that.” Sarah says, most likely pulling the phone from her daughter. “Hey Jake, sorry Tom is on a carrier, left yesterday. Something I can do for you?”

“It’s alright Mrs. Kazansky. Ice said he might be able to clear his schedule for this weekend. Just wanted to check in with him.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You and Willow are getting your wings this weekend huh?”

“Yes ma’am. Willow’s feeling a little down cause my family will be there to pin me and she doesn’t have anyone. Was just hoping something would come through at the last minute.” Jake sighs.

“I’m sorry honey. You know I’d be there in a heartbeat if the kids didn't have school.”

“It’s alright. Thanks for letting me know Mrs. Kazansky.”

“Of course dear. I’ll see you both at Thanksgiving alright?”

“Yes ma’am.” Jake ends the call as soon as he hears the shower shut off. He immediately runs to the room, stripping down to his boxers and jumping on the bed before Willow comes out in shorts and a t-shirt.”Well hello beautiful.” Jake’s signature smirk plays out on his face, eyes following Willow as she walks around to her side of the bed. “Darlin?” Willow doesn’t say a word, only laying down and turning off the lamp by her. “Willow, I know you’re upset over the pinning ceremony. If you want, I’m sure my mom will gladly pin you.”

“Just forget it Jake. I’m fine with the Captain pinning me.” Willow sighs, still facing away from Jake. “I’m going to bed.”

Jake sighs, facing the back of her head. “I’m sorry, Willow. I wish I could do something about this.” Willow sighed before rolling over.

“It’s not your fault my only family is an asshole. Or that my uncles have responsibilities to the Navy.” She places a hand on his cheek. “It’s always going to suck and there’s nothing we can do. No matter who pins me, so long as I get pinned I could care less.” Willow smiles softly as she looks into Jake’s eyes. “You have such a big heart, Jake. And I appreciated you wanting to make this special for me.”

“I love you.”

“What?” Willow sits up, eyes still never leaving Jake’s. In the 2 years they had been together, neither one had ever said those 3 words, choosing to go slow in their relationship, despite already living together.

“I… I love you, Willow.” Jake says, sitting up with her. “I have since that day we ran into each other.”

“I-I…” Willow stutters, still in shock from Jake saying it.

“You don’t have to say it back, darlin. But I will always love you.”

“I love you too.” Willow smiles, Jake’s eyes light up. “I love you so much!” She shouts, tackling Jake to the bed.

2011, NAS North Island, California

“Hey Vixen! You coming out with us?”

“I don’t know guys. We have a big day tomorrow.” Willow sighs.

“Come on! You never go out with us anymore.” One of the other girls chimed in.

“That’s because you all go out to get laid and I get left alone at the bar.” Willow points out, sitting down on the couch in the pilot lounge.

“So then we will find you a guy to go home with before we ever try for hours.”

Willow is about to protest when another voice interrupts. “I don’t know about you but I’m pretty sure her boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate that.”

“Jake!” Willow jumps up, pushing past her fellow pilots and WSOs to reach her boyfriend who stands in the doorway. “What are you doing here!?” She questions, wrapping herself around her boyfriend.

“Can’t surprise my best girl?” Jake mutters into the crook of her neck, holding her tightly.

The couple had seen each other a total of 6 months in the last 3 years because of deployments and detachments. When Willow got the call from Top Gun, she immediately called Jake to share news. Though her excitement faded when she found out that not only had Jake not gotten called as well, but he was shipping out 2 days before she was to arrive in California for the Indian Ocean.

“I will always take a surprise but you weren’t supposed to be back until after my session. What happened? Is everything okay?” Willow pulls back immediately, worry lacing her voice.

“Everything is okay, we finished the mission early so they sent us home. Not happy to see me?”

“Of course I’m happy to see you.” Willow smiles, kissing her boyfriend of 5 years.

“Plus, I would never miss my gorgeous girlfriend graduating top of her class at Top Gun.”

“I'm not gonna be top of the class.” Willow laughs as Jake leads her away from the other pilots.

“Bullshit! I know you hate it but Darlin you are Pete Mitchell’s daughter. It’s in your genetics. And you’ve had Iceman coaching you the whole way. You’ll be top of the class. I know it.”

And Jake certainly was right, and a year later, Jake was top of his class. Ice looked on proudly as Willow and Jake took pictures with the Top Gun trophy at Jake’s graduation. The bright smile on Willow’s face as Jake held her close, pressing random kisses to her cheek as Phoenix and Coyote took pictures of them, made Iceman smile to himself. He always wanted Willow to find her own family after everything and she did.

“Congratulations Lieutenant Seresin.” Ice smiles, walking up to the group.

“Thank you Admiral Kazansky.”

“I’m hosting a celebratory dinner at my house. Phoenix, Coyote, you are both welcome to join us.”

“We’d be honored sir.” Phoenix nods. “I’ll send these to you, Vix. I got a couple errands to run.” Phoenix gives Willow a quick hug. “Congrats again, Hangman.”

“Thanks Phoenix.” Jake nods. “I have a surprise for you.” Jake whispers to Willow. “Wanna sneak out of here?”

“Hell yeah. Lead the way.” Willow smiles.

Jake pulls up to a secluded part of the beach, quickly climbing out and running around to Willow’s door and opening it for her. “Darlin.” Jake bows, holding a hand out for Willow. She laughs as she lets him guide her away from the truck.

“The beach? Jake, I’ve been to the beach before.” Willow laughs.

“Oh trust me. I know darlin.” Jake winks. “No, that's not your surprise.” Jake lead’s Willow across the sand towards the waterfront. “Willow, darlin, you know I love you, right.”

“Of course. You know I love you?”

“Always Darlin.” Jake smiles. “I want to promise you something.” Jake says, pulling a small box out of his pocket.

“Jake-“ Willow tries to stop him but Jake quickly cuts her off.

“It’s not a proposal darlin. I know you aren’t ready for it.”

“It's not that I’m not ready. We're just getting started in our careers.”

“I know, Darlin. Which is why this is a promise ring.” Jake opens the box to show the dainty ring. The helix design completes the circle. “A promise that you are it for me. That one day and we are both good and ready. I will trade this out for an engagement ring and I’ll marry you and only you.”

“Jake-“ Willow smiles, tears in her eyes as she stares at the ring. Jake slowly slips the ring onto her ring finger, kissing on top of it as it settles.

“I love you, Willow.”

“I love you too, Jake.”

“I have some not so good news though.” Jake says, fiddling with the ring.

“What?”

“I got pulled onto a mission. We leave tomorrow and won't be back for 6 months.”

“Oh.” Willow looks towards her hand as Jake continues to fiddle with the ring. “It’s a dangerous one isn’t it?” She questions, still not meeting his eyes.

“Yea, darlin. It’s not the safest.” Jake lifts her chin to look her in the eyes. “But I promise, I will do everything to come home to you.”

“You better. Cause if this,” she holds up her hand, “don't get upgraded one day, I’m gonna hurt you.” Willow laughs as Jake starts laughing with her.

“I will always come home to you.”

2012, USS Rosevelt, Atlantic Ocean

Jake had yet to meet his bunkmate since arriving on the carrier. His biggest hope was that it wasn’t someone who would constantly bring a lover in every night but he also just wanted someone bearable for the next half a year.

“Hey man, it’s good to meet you.”

Jake turns from his desk and his blood runs cold. He recognizes the pictures from Ice’s house. He is staring into the same eyes that were pictured next to Willow for years. “Yea, Lieutenant Jake Seresin. Callsign Hangman.” Jake nods, shaking the outstretched hand of the man before him.

“Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster.”

The next 6 months was going to be nothing but torture to Jake. In an attempt to keep the peace, he never let Rooster see the photos of Willow, nor did he talk about her around him. He also never mentioned his bunkmate when he got the opportunity to call Willow. But that didn’t stop either of them from questioning Jake about the other.

“So do you like your bunkmate?” Willow questions, her laptop set up on the desk before her.

“He’s not bad. Little annoying, terribly slow flier.”

Willow chuckles at his complaint. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, darlin. 4 more months.”

“4 more months.” She sighs. “Can you give me any updates on the mission?”

“You know I can’t. But I can tell you that it’s gonna be awhile before we can talk again.”

“Oh-“

“Hey Hangman! We’re going to Target’s room for a couple of beers, you comin?”

“Is that Bradley?” Willow questions.

“Uh, not tonight Rooster. I’m on a call.” Jake shouts back.

“Oh is it the mysterious Vixen?” Bradley’s face pops up onto the screen and Willow hides her face.

“Jake I gotta go.”

“Okay Darlin. I love-“ the call ended before he could say anything.

“Damn, you must’ve really pissed her off.”

“Yea, that wasn’t me.” Jake sighs, closing the laptop and making his way towards his room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rooster questions, following him.

“It’s not my place, Rooster.”

“Not your place? Who the fuck is your girlfriend man?”

“You know her a lot better than you think.” Jake mumbles, grabbing his shower gear from the bottom of the closet.

“Willow? Little Willow? You’re dating my little sister?”

“God sister. And I seem to remember you haven’t talked to her since ‘97.” Jake nearly growls at Bradley. “So don’t act all high and mighty. She doesn’t claim you so don’t claim her.”

“Lieutenants. Suit up, we’re heading out.”

“The mission’s not for another week.” Bradley protests.

“Change of plans.”

2012, NAS North Island, California

Willow groans leaning against the chair of the office. She sits in the silence of her office before Ice enters.

“Hey little bird. Everything alright?”

“Yea, I just haven’t heard anything from Jake.” She pauses. “You know Bradley’s there.” Willow sighs, her hand coming up to rub her face.

“I do.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“You said you didn’t give two shits about what Bradley and your father were doing. I was just doing what you asked.” Ice retorts.

Suddenly Willow’s phone rings, she stands moving across her office as she answers. “Hello?” She immediately met with the constant rambling from the other side. “Woah, slow down. Nancy, what happened?” She questions, walking around her rooms again.

“Mama just got a call from a restricted number and now she won’t stop crying!”

“Shit, gimme a second.” Willow mutes herself and sets the phone down on her desk.“What happened?” She questions Ice.

“What do you mean?”

“Nancy.” Willow points to her phone. “Jake’s mom won’t stop crying after getting a call from a restricted number. What happened to Jake?”

“He’s MIA, Willow. I’m sorry.”

“No.” Willow gasps. “No, no, no. This cannot be happening.” Willow drops into the chair beside her.

“Willow, I’m so sorry.” Ice moves around the desk to pull Willow into a hug.

“They gotta find him.” She cries. “They need to find him.”

“On my orders, they aren’t going to stop looking for him.” Ice comforts.

“Please, dad. I don’t wanna lose him.” Ice froze. He’d always considered Willow like a daughter but she had never called him dad before.

“I promise little bird. They’re gonna find him.”

“Willow?! What’s going on?”

“Shit. Nancy.” Willow scrambles over to her phone. She quickly wipes her tears and takes a deep breath. “Hey, uhm, Jake’s MIA.”

“Holy shit. Are they looking for him?”

“Yea. Yea it’s a non-stop search right now. I'll transfer any updates to me and I’ll let you know. So that way Mama doesn’t have to go through it over and over.”

“Okay. Keep me posted. I’m gonna get Mama to bed. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Yea, Talk later.”

“Hey, Willow?”

“Yea?”

“Take care of yourself. It’s not just you anymore.”

“Of course.” Willow ends the call, tossing her phone back onto the desk, she leans back into Ice’s hold, the tears returning.

“It’s okay, let it out.” Ice mutters, holding Willow close.

“I’m pregnant.” Willow cries.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant, dad. I can’t lose him. We can’t lose him.” She rests a hand on her stomach. She had just found out about two weeks ago, 6 weeks after Jake had left. She didn’t have the will to tell Jake, while he was gone.

2013, USS Rosevelt, Atlantic Ocean

3 months. It had been 3 months since Jake disappeared and despite every rule in the Navy, Willow was pacing Ice’s office on the carrier, 21 weeks pregnant. As soon as word came in that they might’ve found him, Ice immediately took off to the carrier and despite his protests Willow was right behind him.

“What do we have on his location?” Ice questions.

“They raided an enemy bunker. There’s signs that he was there recently. He can’t be far but they’re still looking.”

“Keep looking. Do not stop until there is physical proof he’s dead.”

“Yes sir.” Ice dismisses the Commander and turns to Willow.

“Sit d-“

“Don’t.”

“Willow, stressing is not good for the baby.” He sighs.

“Jake being dead isn't good for the baby. Or me.” Willow snaps back.

“He’s not dead.”

“It's been 3 months!”

“And there is no proof he’s gone.”

“But there’s no proof he’s alive.” Willow sighs, her pacing continuing.

“Willow, I am already allowing you to break rules. Sit down, please.”

“Fine, only if you take it easy too.” Willow protests.

“I’m fine, Willow.”

Willow shoots him a knowing look. “You’re missing treatments for this.”

“Willow, I’m fine, trust me.” Suddenly a Lieutenant barges into the office.

“Admiral Kazansky, Lieutenant Mitchell. We found him.”

“Jake!” Willow runs up to the stretcher as they wheeled him away from the helicopter.

“Ma’am we need you to step back.”

“She’s his next of kin. She goes with him.” Ice shouts, following behind them.

“Oh god baby. Oh my god.”

“He’s malnourished and dehydrated but other than that he’s going to be just fine, physically.” One of the medics rattle off.

“Physically?” Willow questions.

“He’s been through hell and back, Lieutenant. There’s no telling what that did to him mentally.”

“Oh god, Jake.”

Willow sat up from the makeshift bed she had made on the chair in the hospital room. She was already majorly uncomfortable because of the pregnancy but the chair was definitely not helping. 3 days in the chair definitely didn’t help her back either.

“Lieutenant Mitchell?”

“Yes?” She turns to spot the doctor in the doorway.

“How are you this afternoon?”

“As well as I can be.”

“You know we can still move a cot in here, we’d much prefer it, including Admiral Kazansky.” The doctor insists as she checks Jake’s vitals.

“I’m alright. How is he?” She asks, stepping up to the bedside, reaching to hold Jake’s hand.

“Better. We started weaning him off the medication keeping him under last night. He should be waking up soon. If he does wake, let us know if there is anything wrong. Otherwise a nurse will come in on her rounds.”

“Thank you.” She turns back to Jake, who for once in the last 3 days looked peaceful. She sighs, reaching up to brush loose hair back.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t realize anyone would be in here.” Willow turns and quickly turns back around, electing to not saying anything to the figure that just walked in. “How are you?”

“You’ll have to go, only one person is allowed in here.” She responds.

“Willow…”

“Leave me alone.”

“Come on, we haven’t seen each other in years. Why don't we go up to the mess hall? Catch up.” Bradley continues, walking further into the room.

“I said leave me alone, Lieutenant Bradshaw. Or do I need to call an Admiral?” Willow seeths, still not turning towards the door.

“Fine. Don't say I never tried.” She rolls her eyes as she hears the door close behind him. Sighing, she turns away from to bed to pour herself a glass of water when she suddenly hears a groan. She quickly turns to see Jake trying to sit up. “Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, don’t get up.”

“What? Willow?” Jake questions, voice hoarse from the lack of use.

“Hi baby. It's me.”

“I thought I’d never see you again.” He cries, pulling Willow into a tight hug, or as tight as his weakened body could muster.

“Neither did we.” She says softly, holding Jake close.

“We?” He pulls back for the hug, looking for a correction but only gets a worried smile.

“We.” She softly moves his hand to rest on her small bump.

“Holy shit.” Jake says, barely above a whisper, eyes wide. “I’m gonna be a dad?”

“Yea, yea Jake.”

“Oh my god!” He pulls her back into a hug, practically dragging her on top of him. “Holy shit! We're gonna be parents.”

2013, NAS North Island, California

“So you’re telling me, you have no idea the gender nor what you’re going to name them?” Phoenix asks, taking a sip of her drink.

“We’ve been so busy, between paperwork and Jake’s test flights, it's been a nightmare to have a calm moment between us.

“Vixen! You’re due any day now!”

“I have ideas! Just nothing settled.”

“Let me hear them.”

“For a boy, Beau.”

“Absolutely not, you wanna name your child after Rear Admiral Simpson?”

“Oh I knew there was no way I truly liked that name. How about Easton?”

“Could be good, Easton Seresin…” Phoenix trails off.

“Nevermind I hate it. Tyler? Tyler Seresin.”

“I think that sounds perfect, darlin.” Jake’s voice comes from the now open front door.

“Hey! How was work?” Willow struggles to stand for the couch but manages, walking over to greet him at the door.

“You know exactly how work was.” He sighs, kissing her gently before heading to the master of their on base house. “Hey Phoenix.”

“Hey Bagman.” Phoenix says. “How about a girl?”

“Only one on my list. Ellorie.”

“That is beautiful. I love it.” Phoenix smiles.

“It is uh?” Willow beams to herself as she walks into the kitchen. “I honestly hope it’s a gi-“

“Willow? You okay?”

“Oh!”

“Willow?” Phoenix jumps up and runs into the kitchen to see Willow standing over a puddle.

“Oh my god.”

“What is it? Is everything okay?”

“Get. Jake. Now.” She says between breaths.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Phoenix curses. “Bagman!”

“What?”

“It’s time!”

“What do you mean it’s time?!”

“Jacob Grant if you don’t get out here right now and get me in the car I am having this baby without you!” Willow shouts as another contraction rolls through.

“I’m coming!” Jake barrels through the hallway, their hospital bag slung over his shoulders. He immediately guides Willow out to his truck, helping her up into the seat while Phoenix drops their bag into the backseat.

��Be safe! Call me when they’re here!” Phoenix shouts as Jake pulls out of the driveway.

“Okay just hold on, darlin.” Jake repeats as Willow grips tightly to the armrest, another contraction ripping through her. “It’s okay Darlin.”

“Stop, you’re not helping.” Willow groans in pain.

“I’m trying to help, but I don’t know what to do.” Jake says, rubbing circles into her hand.

“You can not tell me it’s okay when I’m about to push a baby that most definitely got your big head out of my vagina!” Willow shouts.

“Hey, you like my big head. And we’re going to love theirs. Almost there.”

10 excruciating hours later and Jake and Willow sat in the comfort of their hospital room with their bundle of joy wrapped in their arms.

“Knock knock.”

“Hey! Ice!”

“There’s my two favorite pilots.”

“Hey dad.” Willow smiles. “You wanna meet your honorary granddaughter?”

“It’s a girl?” Ice gasps, walking over to the bedside.

“Ellorie Serena Seresin.” Jake smiles as Ice takes Ellorie from Willow.

“She’s beautiful, Willow. Looks just like you.” Sarah smiles, pulling Willow into a hug.

“I think she looks more like Jake.” Willow laughs.

“Absolutely not, darlin. She definitely looks more like you.” Jake presses a kiss to her head as Ice and Sarah coo over the baby. “You did good, mama.”

“Mama? No more darlin no that the baby is here?” Willow questions.

“Absolutely not. You will always be my darlin but you're also mama now.” Jake’s smiles. “You know I love you?”

“Absolutely. You know I love you too?”

“Always Darlin.”

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Listen ik I'm pretty one sided in these requests, but you are of one of the FEW ppl writting for Arthur and honestly ? You are the best out of them imo.

So might I request headcanons for a platonic yandere Illuminati!Arthur who remembers Section 13 and thus joined Lucifer to take his revenge with a darling from True Cross ?

(If you really, really want : Maybe HCs for that brainrot scenario we had a while back on ao3 comments where Illuminati!Arthur goes up against the exwires + reader when they rescue Izumo and decides to keep them 🥺👉👈)

(AOEX) YANDERE! DEMON/ILLUMINATI! ARTHUR A. ANGEL x OKUMURA! READER + EXWIRES: Headcannons

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BARISTA'S NOTE:dawwww :D Im genuinely SO happy that you requested this like OMGGEDGJD the ideas from that thread are so so good and im excited i finally get to put them on paper.(dw about requesting him, i love him too) i hope you dont mind but the concept matched up EXTREMELY WELL with the yanplatonic shiro concept and i kind of mixed it in here, THANK U!!! FANDOM: Blue Exorcist PREQUEL (Yanplatonic Shiro x Reader + Rin, Yukio)

Thank you for ordering!

Come again soon!

BEFORE HIS BETRAYAL

Arthur in canon is a very loyal man. He despises demons from the very bottom of his heart so it would take a lot for him to defect to the other side.

Following on from the Yanplatonic Shiro Concept, This takes place before Satan possessed and eventually killed him. Shiro is still overly protective of you, Rin and Yukio. He's still the paladin and he keeps a very close eye on all of you.

You, Still being the little princess of the family, The youngest with your demonic heart still sealed within the hilt of two twin daggers. Shiro babies and protects you the most which is why this is a difficult conversation..

You found out about demons on accident, When one of Shiro's familiars (That were killed straight afterwards) accidentally bit you, Giving you a temptaint.

Shiro doesn't know what to do as you confront him about the existence of these creatures. He tries to tell you that this is apart of your illness, That you're hallucinating these creatures but you don't buy it any longer.

You're this close to finding out about his manipulation towards you and your siblings, So Shiro has to act fast and give it up. He tells you that demons do exist and that your illness must've been caused by one of them.

You, Being the young impressionable child that you are, Buy it immediately. Instantly you get excited about it, Asking so many questions. Where do they come from? Does he fight them? Can I fight them?!

Shiro doesn't tell you who your real father is, He doesn't want to go there yet.

Now that you know, That makes you and Yukio the two that know, Excluding Rin. You're excited since you have something new to talk about with your older brother. While Yukio is a little shocked that you've found out, He is happy that he can talk to someone else about it

Though your last question is not one that you let go of quickly. Shiro is displeased day and night after you keep coming to him, Begging him to fight demons.

Shiro keeps denying but he knows he cannot keep it up for long, Him spoiling you has gave you a bit of a demanding streak. You won't give up, And as much as Shiro hates it, He knows that you won't either. If he keeps denying, He knows you'll find a much more dangerous way to fight demons.. Without him.

So he has to give in.

But with him as the paladin and already training Yukio, It gives him very little time to train you. While Shiro is content with this, You certainly are not and ask for more time to train. And hey! Shiro just can't resist when you smile like that, Like Yuri did.

So Shiro needs to find someone that can and it's not an easy job. He has to find someone that can protect you, Can cater to your needs and most important of all: Keep him informed of your whereabouts.

Which is where Arthur comes in.

Arthur, He is proper. Arthur can kill demons effectively. Arthur is a good protector. Arthur is loyal, Like a dog. Arthur obeys the paladin, Aka Shiro. Which in other words, Makes him a perfect fit for the job.

Arthur, When approached with the job, Is hesitant at first. Him at the time being an Arc Knight being approached by the paladin, Requesting Arthur to take his daughter under his wing.

Did Shiro even have a daughter? Arthur isn't sure but he won't question it, If it's an order from The Paladin (Who can do no wrong in his eyes) then Arthur will take it with pride!

And now he has an apprentice, Namely you.

Arthur at first would definetly be a little bit cold to you. Though I suppose the right word would be awkward, Mostly due to the fact that your hyperactive and naïve personality would be rather hard to get use to with Arthur's knight complex.

Though, After a few missions, Your relationship does start to change.

You really want to become an exorcist, Just like Yukio and your dad! So you make sure to put in as much effort as possible when doing your tasks, Always listening with your full attention when Arthur teaches you something.

Arthur appreciates it greatly, It's good to know that you have some discipline in you. So much so that he starts warming up to you, Even trying to make a few jokes here and there.

It sucks that you're just as oblivious as he is when it comes to humour. At least that's something you have in common.

As his apprentice your job mostly consists of following him around to take notes, If it's a lower ranked demon then maybe you'll be able to exorcise it! Arthur thinks your too young to take on middle-class or especially high-class demons. But a small Greenman or two should be fine.

Arthur reports to Shiro every hour on the hour, Always detailing what you're doing and where you are. Arthur is a little suspicious as to why Shiro is so worried but he chalks it up to just a worried parent.

Arthur grows to like you a lot. Despite your few flaws (eg. Your slightly spoiled personality), Arthur goes blind to it and believes that you are just the sweetest thing, Taking pride that it is you who is his apprentice.

Especially when you gush about him to your brother, Yukio. Arthur may or may not have overheard you telling him about his skill and how happy you are to have him as your master.

It makes him feel an insane amount of pride, Always returning the favour when introducing you to other exorcists as his "Talented Apprentice."

Yukio is happy for you, While he doesn't particularly click with Arthur, He's happy your happy while Rin still has absolutely no clue about where you have been running off to you.

So far, Everything is normal, Great even. Your master is one of the most powerful people in the order, Your father though controlling still cares and loves you.

But, That all changes the day that Satan possesses Shiro. The day that you find out exactly who you are and where you come from. You feel helpless as you scream, Being dragged into the Gehenna gate while the demon possessing Shiro cackles the entire time.

You feel helpless even after it's all over, After Rin unsheathes Kurikara and you have no choice but to pick up The Twin Daggers, Destroying the Gehenna Gate at the cost of your humanity.

You sob, Falling to the ground over Shiro's charred corpse and crying with Rin by your side. You hug each other tight, Rin terrified and you too.

Rin is horrified when he finds out that Satan is his father, The only thing he can do is hug you, Hoping to both comfort and find solace in you.

Yukio comes back home to find his father dead and his two siblings weeping, Huddled together and terrified. Yukio can't do anything but join you, Crying for the loss of your father as the sun finally rises upon all of you.

Its only you three now, Only you three against the world.

BECOMING DEMON ARTHUR

Arthur comes upon the scene only a bit later after Yukio does, Wanting to check in since you hadn't text him a "Good morning" like you usually do. The start of his tendencies marking here.

But when he finds what happened, Sees you, Rin and Yukio crying next to the corpse of the Paladin, He instantly switches into overprotective mode. Not just for you, But for your brothers too.

He rushes over, Instantly coddling the three of you and demanding to know what happened. Rin explains what happened through his tears, Explaining what happened and that they're the spawn of Satan.

Arthur is shocked, Horrified as he realises that his apprentice was the child of the demon that killed his parents all those years ago. Fifteen to be exact.

Fifteen, The exact same age that you three were. Arthur feels disgusted, You were conceived on the blue night, Most likely in the bowels of Section Thirteen.

Section Thirteen.

Wait, What was Section Thirteen again?

Arthur doesn't know what it was or why it came to his mind, What was it? For some reason something inside him started to resonate, Like it was something more than they were letting on.

But he had no time to fret over it. It doesn't matter if you were the children of Satan, You were sweet, You were enough to prove that you weren't your father, The one who killed his parents.

He would take care of you three, He'd make sure nothing would get to you.

But that night after contacting the Vatican of what happened (Excluding your heritage), After Rin contacted Mephisto and set the main story into motion is when it happens.

A nightmare, A horrid nightmare. Flashes of things he doesn't remember. Clinical white walls. Flames the colour of sapphires, Flames, They were everywhere. A blinding light, One he almost walked into.

Arthur woke up in a cold sweat that night, Heart thundering in his chest as he tried to register what that bizzare dream could possibly mean. He wasn't able to get to sleep that night, Nor was he able to let it go so easily.. It felt so real, Almost as if he was there.

These nightmares continue each night, Over and over again showing flashes of new places and people that he doesn't recognise. It tortures him, Makes him go near insane.

The next morning after checking on you and your brothers well-being, Arthur heads off to find out what that dream could've meant. But he doesn't go to the Uzai's or even the library under the academy.

No, Arthur heads to the deep keep.

Arthur has gained access due to his status as an Arc Knight, Though that access must be curated with piles of paperwork and permission from the Grigori.

But Arthur doesn't care, Not like his usual righteous self. These nightmares are more than they appear, They nag him.

And what he finds in there is horrifying.

Experiments, Horrible inhumane experiments. Children used in the name of furthering Demon Kings, All killed and tortured. People cloned and killed.

And it was all done by the organisation he was set to lead.

Arthur throws up at the pictures, Gags at the descriptions of what happened. And worst of it all, The worst thing that he had found was that his parents, The reason why he had become an exorcist didn't even exist in the first place.

No. Arthur was a clone, A clone of none other than The King of Light, Lucifer himself.

Arthur breaks down, Not able to handle it.

He's a demon, He's what he had swore to eradicate. Arthur feels so much in a single moment. Disgust, At himself at the vatican at everyone who had kept this from him.

The Uzai's especially, The one's who were the famed family of the order and the ones who had taken him in. They had lied to him, They had used him. They were monsters.

Demons. How could someone so righteous like him come from them? This is where his delusions start to kick in. If he, So righteous and good came from the demons then..

Maybe he had been looking at this wrong way the entire time.

You stay up late one night, Resting in the old boys dorm that you had moved into with your brothers. Rin is asleep while Yukio is up late doing exorcist reports and studying for the coming school year.

You're wandering through the dormitory, Heading towards the kitchen for a late-night snack when you first hear the banging on the door.

Who could be up at this hour? Banging at an old dormitory's doors? Despite the odd feeling in your stomach, You make your way over and open it up.

You're surprised to find Arthur there, Supporting himself against the doorframe once you open it. You should be excited to see him, But you're really concerned to see the state of him.

He's dishevelled, His hair is a mess and his skin is damp with sweat. His pristine white uniform was barely done up, A stark contrast to his usual self as he use to pride himself on his appearance.

You're worried for him, But have no time to ask if he's okay as he instantly starts to ramble. It's almost obsessive, The way his expression looks paranoid and neurotic.

But his words concern you more. Arthur demands that you get your brothers, Get your stuff and get out of this place. It's not safe for any of you! Not with what the order did to those other kids, All those clones. He needs to get you all out of here, All for your safety.

You're terrified as he grabs onto your wrist, Pulling you forward towards him. You scream for Yukio, Who instantly rushes down the stairs at your call with Rin following afterwards, Woken up by the noise.

Rin instantly rushes to help you, Yelling at Yukio to call someone from the Vatican. Arthur, Being the Arc Knight that he is, Makes it very difficult to fight him. Rin instantly being disarmed from Kurikara.

Yukio is horrified as he pulls out his gun in one hand, Phone in the other as he desperately explains to Shura what is happening. Arthur wasn't in his right mind, Yukio telling Shura to bring backup. Arthur needed to be restrained, Obviously going through something.

Arthur is inconsolable as he tries to tell you all what happened, But it only comes out as undecipherable ramblings. Why aren't you all listening to him?! This place is evil! You need to come with him right away, It's not safe for any of you! He'll protect you!

But once he hears the conversation between Yukio and Shura, Arthur instantly starts to panic. The order cannot come here! They can't know about him being aware of Section Thirteen! Who knows what they'll do to him, What they'll do to you?!

Once Rin goes in to try attack Arthur, To try and save you from his grip is when suddenly all the lights turn on in the dorm. They're blinding, Most certainly going over their limits.

They explode, Glass shattering and falling down to the floor. You all cover your heads, A blinding flash in the room.

Once it fades, You find that Arthur has vanished. Gone into thin air.

DEMON ARTHUR

Now before we can make headcannons of what happens with Demon! Arthur. I find it suiting that we establish him first.

Arthur would've awakened some hidden power that night, Gaining some passed on power from Lucifer and the stress from finding out about Section Thirteen most likely activating it as a defence mechanism.

Also along with his demonic side..

I imagine Demon! Arthur to be draconic in appearance. Mostly due to the original tale of King Arthur. Uther Pendragon was King Arthur's father, Dragon literally being in the name with it meaning "highest commander; head leader; top of the command chain" which will mean something later.

Plus I like the symbolism of a knight becoming a dragon, Sue me.

I like to think that Arthur would start to change overtime. He'd grow greyish-yellow scales in certain places (eg. Around his eyes, Shoulders, Knees and Hands) and if we're feeling risky, Some horns to match.

I'd also assume that Arthur would gain pointy ears, Claws and maybe even a tail like a normal demon would, Something perhaps similar to Amaimon's reptilian tail.

Personality-wise? Yeah, He'd change too.

Demon! Arthur would definetly gain a sadistic streak, Not as if it wasn't there when he was fighting demons, But I'd say it would definetly become more prominent and focused towards Humanity.

He'd definetly become more strict and serious too, Demonic instincts kicking in and becoming much less tolerant of disrespect. I'd even consider that he'd gain a temper, A sort of disciplinary one.

His saint complex has definetly become much more egotistical, Taking much more pride in the fact that he's a demon now and a powerful one at that.

He'd become the highest ranking demon of light, Just below Lucifer, Of course. Gaining the abilities such as Light Manipulation, Creating illusions with the light and other stuff like that.

And we're not gonna forget about Caliburn here, His precious sword would definetly be much more powerful now. I'd even suspect that the hair he'd need to exchange with Caliburn would no longer become usual since Arthur is higher in rank, Caliburn needing to obey Arthur.

So yeah.

hes fUCKING TERRIFYING.

SHIMANE ILLUMINATI ARC

Months later, After the festival fiasco and the declaration of war made on the True cross. You're now on a mission to get your friend, Your classmate Izumo back. Who had been kidnapped by the Illuminati.

Not to mention Shima, Who had been revealed to be a spy for the Illuminati the entire time. You feel betrayed, Confused and horrified as to why he would do this.

Before then, You've made a good life for yourself. You've made friends.

Bon, Shima and Konekomaru basically became your brothers outside of your actual brothers. They were your best friends and despite the rivalry Bon had with Rin at the start, You had befriended them quick and your relationship with them developed even quicker.

Shiemi was the person you spent the most time around, Often joining her and Yukio for Tea. You also do your homework together, Always learning something new from her everyday!

Izumo and Paku are the girls you sit with everyday at lunch. Even though Izumo often shoves you off, You know that you've grown on her, If only a little bit.

You love your friends, All of them, Which is why when Izumo got kidnapped you and the rest of the Exwires went off to get them back. Both Izumo and Shima, You'll bring them back whether they like it or not.

So you and the rest of the Exwires head off to the Illuminati base. You break in, Get separated and fight your way out of the rooms and do the entire charade of fighting for Izumo.

The doctor, Gedōin. He does his whole charade as well. After loosing Izumo's mother and Izumo as a whole, He puts on the mask and becomes the squid demon that possesses him.

You all defeat him, It's a massive fight. The only difference between here and the manga is the Kyoto Squad not showing up, Leaving the rest of you to fight

It's an exhausting fight, But you all finally manage to get him down. Once you do you're all tired and numb, Out of ammo and done-for Ability-wise. You're glad it's over.

But then, Through the rubble and the dust, Is when you hear footsteps.

They're loud as thunder, Making everyone jerk up towards where they're coming from. Despite they're aching muscles, Everyone dusts themselves off and ready themselves for another fight, You included.

Bon aims his rocket launcher at the destroyed opening where the footsteps were coming from. Konekomaru readies a sutra, Izumo readies Uke and Mike, Shiemi prepares Nee while You, Yukio and Rin begin to bare your weapons.

A voice calls out, One that's familiar and makes you freeze up at the recognition. Your brothers recognise too. The grip Rin has on Kurikara starts to shake while Yukio's eyes go wide, Aiming his gun higher.

Arthur still hasn't revealed himself, But the footsteps grow closer as he starts to degrade the people who dared to step foot in this place. Sadistic as he vows to destroy whatever threat may be opposing him, You can already hear Caliburn being unsheathed.

Arthur steps out from the dust in all of his glory. Standing tall and demonic in all his glory. Caliburn stands tall by his side as he marches out, Ready to strike down the intruders with a single slash of his sword.

You're horrified. You had known of your master's disappearance but you had never expected this! You can barely hold up your daggers to him anymore, Staring at him with a mixture of disgust and betrayal.

Rin is disgusted too. He's exhausted but he holds his sword up to Arthur anyways. This was the man who had taken care of them for a while after Shiro had died, Now betraying them in favour of the Illuminati.. Rin can't believe it.

Yukio too, He's debating whether he should pull the trigger right here right now. How could Arthur do this? Why would he do this?! This may also stem from the conversation he had with Lucifer earlier.. The one where he was invited to join him.

The rest of the Exwires were aware of the Arc Knight's disappearance. Bon and Konekomaru angry that such a righteous man would go over to the otherside, Shiemi terrified and exhausted, Izumo angry while Shima watches from the side-lines.

Arthur, In the time that he had disappeared, Had been taken in and cared for by the Illuminati. With his powers awakened, Arthur had rose in the ranks to the title of "General" within the Illuminati's arsenal.

He's become much more powerful, So much more than all of you combined. And every single one of you can feel it, His power rolling off of him. You're all terrified, But you raise your weapons anyways.

But it's when Arthur finally marches out and stands atop the pile of rubble does he stop his speech, Stare down at the group ready to fight in front of him and stop.

These are kids.

These are kids and the Order had sent them out here, Out here into a dangerous facility to fight alone.

And worst of all? You are there, Standing in the middle of them.

Arthur is horrified, He can only just stand there staring for a straight minute while he processes what was happening. The order had sent kids here, Used child soldiers.

They were using kids, Just like they did in Section Thirteen.

Instantly his demeanour switches up. The sadistic, Serious monster that was going to kill them instantly mellows down. His expression softening almost with pity as he looks at you all, Concerned even.

You might of forgotten him, If only for a little while. But Arthur certainly remembers you.

He's missed you this entire time, His apprentice, The one who couldn't do no wrong and the one that didn't deserve what The Order would do to you. Arthur regrets not being able to take you and your brothers with him that night.

But now he has a chance to change that. Arthur instantly gawks at the sight of all the Exwires below him. Getting angry as to why they were sent out here alone, Who authorised it and why there were no adults around.

You get angry at him, Demanding to know why Arthur defected and Arthur just responds with saying how The Order is corrupt and evil.

The rest of the Exwires hold no time back as they start to fight him. Bon and Yukio starting to fire their weapons while Izumo and Shiemi send out their familiars. You and Rin rush into the frontlines, Baring your weapons as you begin to attack.

Despite his transformation, Arthur is still Arthur at his core and retains most of his personality. Most importantly his delusional yandere traits.

As soon as you all attack him it just makes it worse. These kids have been traumatised! They've been used by the order as weapons and are acting out of fear! How horrible this is, Arthur needs to save them.

Arthur believes you and the Exwires just need to be shown some love, His tendencies spreading to not just you but to the rest of your friends as well. Arthur won't take any other explanation. You're all so scared, He needs to save you all.

I'd also headcannon his traits also mixing in with his demonic instincts too. He's grown lonely, And him being a clone of a demon king has subconsciously made him search for kin of his own to rule and protect.

And Arthur wants to protect you all, He wants to keep you safe. So you and the rest of the Exwires are a perfect fit.

So when Arthur manages to lock Rin in a chokehold, Sheathe Kurikara and hold him hostage. You all back away, Terrified of what Arthur might do to him.

Arthur doesn't say a word as his hands move to specific pressure points on his body. Behind the ears, Atop his head. Mostly giving affection in the form scratches and pets.

Though Rin struggles, He starts to feel himself melt. Arthur's learned in his time as a demon that other demon's have certain weak points, Places where they could lower their defences. It didn't help that Rin was exhausted from the fight before, Giving in to the affection.

You all watch horrified as Rin starts to melt in Arthurs hold. Arthur takes no time in telling you all that'd you'd be much safer/protected with him, That he only wants to help and you shouldn't be afraid of him.

Rin, Mumbles in agreement. Rin is tired, He's been through a lot both with the previous arcs and the death of Shiro. It's been tough, And for some reason this feels nice, Feels like he's being loved. Maybe this isn't so bad, I mean he use to be our friend! He can't be that bad..

You and the rest of the Exwires are horrified as Rin falls for Arthur's words. But you can't do anything as if they attack Arthur then they have a chance of hurting Rin.

Arthur has gained the yandere trait of manipulative once he becomes a demon. Easily playing to Rin's demonic instincts as he taunts the rest of the Exwires with how good of a guardian he could be! He knows what he's doing as Rin finally passes out, Still held tight within Arthurs arms.

He'd target you specifically, Asking if you still care for him as your master. If you still look up to him and trust him with your life. You can't answer him, Conflicted as he's still the man you admire, The man who taught you everything you knew.

He asks Yukio if he still trusts the order, If he still listens to his superiors without question. Yukio who is still conflicted from earlier events cannot answer.

The rest of the Exwires are faced with questions of their own. If Izumo still has anyone to go back to, If Bon and Konekomaru still have good home lives, If Shiemi is so willing to be taken advantage of by the order.

Arthur finally gives you all an ultimatum. You and the other Exwires come with him and Rin doesn't get harmed. If you don't, Rin will be taken away alone, At the mercy of whatever demon might get to him.

You and the others have no choice, Rin would have an easier time escaping if all of you were there and not just him. You're all exhausted, Unable to fight and for some reason you feel like Arthur wouldn't take a no even if that was your final answer.

So you go with him, Arthur activating some knock-out gas in the laboratory systems. You all fall unconscious and Arthur takes no time in collecting your bodies, Dragging you all off somewhere else.

Somewhere you all won't be escaping for a long time now.

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