#It’s so so so healing and you actually realise how slow time is when you’re living in the present

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Thinking about the progression of Katsuki letting you pet his hair (he’s also deaf in this bc I said so). Also season 6 spoilers lol

The first time you do it is during the designated movie night Class 1-A had every month during the weekend. Soft fleeces, pillows and sleeping bags litter the common room floor as everyone nestled in to start the movies. It was sacred tradition; a huge marathon of previously voted movies streamed one after another until everyone was asleep, or if the marathon ends early.

(Aizawa couldn’t be bothered to lecture the class anymore; as long as caramel popcorn didn’t get stuck in the rugs of the common room, you could all stay up for a solid week for all he cared).

You and the Bakusquad were lucky to snag one of the bigger couches, comfortable sitting you, Mina, Kirishima and Sero. Denki whined and pouted at first, before grinning at the realisation that he would be sat between your legs.

You and Mina both rolled your eyes, knowing that for all Denki was a hormonal teenage boy, he was harmless. Kirishima had even convinced Bakugou to join you somehow (under the promise that he wouldn’t bother him again).

“Tch, ain’t no way in hell you’re sittin’ there, sparky. Move your ass ya fuckin’ pervert,” he demanded, pulling Denki out of his euphoria. Denki whined, mumbling about how it was so unfair.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, before setting himself down. He would way rather have sat on the actual couch itself, but his head was pounding from training today and he could not be bothered to argue. You shimmied slightly closer to the arm of the couch so he would have more head room, which didn’t go unnoticed.

The lights in the room dimmed, snacks were distributed and drinks were poured. The dramatic sting of the opening credits filled the room as you and Mina giggled in excitement.

Katsuki’s head was absolutely killing him. The shitty combination of his classmates twittering, stupid jokes and shitty jumpscares made the pain in his head borderline unbearable. He was just about to get up and go when he felt a hand softly nestle into his fluffy locks.

Out of instinct, his warm palms wrapped tightly around the perpetrator’s, earning him a squeak. His head snapped in the general direction, only to be met with your widened eyes.

“Sorry Bakugou. There was a spider in your hair,” you whispered in his ear, showing him the tiny arachnid that was creeping along your hand. Katsuki rolled his eyes and released your hand.

“Whatever, just don’t touch me again, you weirdo,” he grumbled. He rested his head against the space between your and Mina’s legs and continued to watch the movie.

The next movie day was quite similar. You all arranged yourselves in a similar way, with you and Mina sat on the couch and Bakugou nestled between the two of you.

His head was absolutely pounding after training, but he owed Kirishima and he’d rather die than be indebted to him. The movie played as he rested his head on the plush couch, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. His hearing aids had been a total pain in his ass, and hearing was just too much for him.

He took them out, snapping them away in his case as he squints at the screen and lip-reads. You took notice immediately, gently tapping his shoulder and signing to him if he was okay. He blinked at you before huffing.

Yeah, I’m fine. Head hurts is all, and having a hearing break, he signed. You let out a silent “ohhh”. You thought for a minute before signing again.

I can give you a head massage if you like? My quirk allows me to heal through touching.

Katsuki’s eyes shot open before grunting and looking away. You took that as a no, before he nudged your shoulder.

Discretely. Do not let ANYONE see or I’ll kill you, he signed aggressively. You smiled as you started at the base of his scalp, your quirk heating up ever so slightly as you gently twirled his baby hairs.

Katsuki let out a slow breath as his migraine started to lift, and if he focused for a second; the ringing in his ears started to quiet. Your hands worked magic into his scalp, softly scrunching the dandelion fluff. Shivers ran down his spine as you thumbed the sensitive skin near his ears.

It took 20 minutes for him to feel completely rejuvenated, taking your hand off his head with a blushy grunt.

Thanks, or whatever, he signed, looking away. You gave him a small smile, ruffling his hair as he swatted you.

No problem, blasty.

“Where the fuck is he?! TELL ME WHERE HE IS, RIGHT NOW!” You demanded, the poor doctor hiding behind their clipboard as she waits for you to calm down.

“He’s right in here, but please be careful with him. He’s stable, but any… intense… emotions can throw that right out of whack,” she said calmly, opening the door and closing it behind you.

Katsuki was laid in bed, propped up by pillows as an oxygen mask aided his laboured breathing. His beautiful face was scratched to hell and back, and his upper torso was covered in bloodied bandages.

You let out a stifled sob, hands covering your mouth upon seeing your classmate. The two of you had grown closer during the movie nights; your hands would end up tangled in his hair as he slumped against you sleepily, slow but hot breaths against your leg.

You would kill Shigaraki for doing this, if it was the last thing you would do. Your head rested against the bed rails as you cried, not knowing if your crush would ever wake up.

“H-handsy? Wh’ the mphuck happened?” Katsuki murmured out. Red eyes cracked open slightly as he focused on you, before they shot open completely.

“Deku!” He exclaimed, trying to rip the oxygen mask off and trying to race to his feet. You exclaimed loudly, trying to get him to calm down. You ended up sitting on him, pressing his shoulders back into the bed as you looked at each other wildly.

“Y-you’re alive…” you let out a slow sob as you lowered your head. Katsuki stared at you, before his calloused hands caressed your cheeks. Your eyes shot open, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

It was like he was seeing you clearly for the first time in ages, all worries slowly melting away as your hands bunched into his scrubs. You let go of his clothes as you started to shakily sign.

Shigaraki impaled you after you pushed Deku away. He’s totally fine, a bit roughed up but he’s being treated in another room. Your organs were pierced, and you’re gonna be sore for a while but you’ll get better soon, you sign. Katsuki nodded, still tracing your cheeks.

He let go of you as he signed back.

Are you okay? Did Shigaraki get you? You were there with us, and I blacked out before I could find you.

You shook your head.

No, I’m fine. I had a concussion and a busted leg, but Recovery Girl fixed me up almost right away. Does your head hurt? How do you feel?

Katsuki thought for a second.

My head hurts a little, and my gut hurts like fuck. Shigaraki fucking ripped my hearing aid out too so my ears are ringing.

You paused as you looked at him. You got off him quickly, signing to him that you were going to find a nurse, stopping when you felt him grasp your wrist.

Can you interpret for me? I’m a bit out of it and my head hurts too much for me to lip-read, he signed, looking… worried?

You smiled to him and nodded, promising that you wouldn’t leave him.

Nurses came and went as you signed to him what they were saying, as well as explaining how they were going to monitor him. He, of course, demanded you tell them that he’s fine to go home. You shook your head, smiling slightly as you tell them that he isn’t the biggest fan of hospitals, making him flip the bird at you.

The doctors gave him some antibiotics as he laid grumpily in bed, waiting for them to kick in. They left, reminding you of visiting times and when you would have to leave. You thanked them on behalf of you both, bowing before looking back to your crush.

He was sat pouting, tugging on the wires and tubes gently. Since he was more lucid, his usual moody temperament was back. You sat on the foot of the bed, tugging the blanket to get his attention.

Are you tired? I can leave you alone if you want. I know the others are probably going to demand to see you soon too, so you might want to rest up, you signed. Katsuki tutted, before a thought crossed his mind.

No, I’m not tired. Those extras can wait too. My head hurts still, so get over here and use your quirk, he signed aggressively, a stark contrast to the pink creeping up on his cheeks.

Oh, I’ll call the nurse- you start signing before Katsuki lets out an aggravated grunt.

No, dumbass. My HEAD HURTS, come USE YOUR QUIRK, he made his hand movements larger to emphasise. You stop, letting out an ohhhhh.

A cheeky grin swamped your face as your cheeks warmed. Katsuki huffed and looked away, calloused fingers playing with the hospital sheets. You shyly made your way next to him, him shifting away to give you room.

Are you comfortable? You sign. Katsuki nods, wrapping his arm gingerly around your waist. Your arms snaked around his shoulders, pushing his head into your neck. Gentle hands pulled debris out of his fluffy locks, content in hearing Katsuki’s relieved huffs of breath.

“…ne.”

“Did… did you say something, Bakugou?” You turn to look at him. His cheeks were splashed a delicate rosy pink.

“Be mine, damnit!” His voice was gruff with disuse as he peers into your eyes. Your own orbs couldn’t help the leaks, reaching down and pressing your lips to his.

The next movie night rolled around, Katsuki was proud to show you off as his partner. PDA was a tricky concept for him, after almost being scared off when his parents found you both asleep and cuddled tightly together well after visiting hours.

He had no qualms shouting praises to you during training, or threatening the life of creepy guys who can’t stop staring. So his favourite time where he can absorb your love in public lies in the tradition of movie nights.

Katsuki had his hearing aids out again, simply opting to sit in silence. He was sat between your legs, head resting against your tummy as he was occasionally shifted by your quiet laughs. He paid no mind though; so calm and quiet that he was ready to fall asleep.

Then your magic hands came out. You knew all of his sweet spots; the delicate scarring near the tips of his ears, the wispy baby hairs near the bottom of his neck, and the sensitive spot in the crown of his scalp always sent a shiver down his spine. He reminded you of a kitten, and when he lets out the occasional sigh, you imagine he’s purring instead.

With the soft kisses pressed against your thighs, just the two of you together and your hand in his hair,

he’s never felt more loved.

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #katsuki fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader angst #bakugou angst #Katsuki angst

[septnanis]

“Fuck,” Riku swears the minute he drops the full cup of coffee on the ground. The cup shatters, his boots are covered in coffee but it’s the harshness of how he swears and the instant draining of color in his face that has Sora out of his seat in an instant.

“Here, let me,” Sora says and reaches for Riku’s hand, who surprisingly recoils with a hiss.

“Don’t…” and it’s just as harsh as him swearing.

When Sora pulls away Riku seems to realise how harsh he sounds and he sighs. “I’m sorry,” he says.

“Let me help,” Sora says. He’s a little on the defense because he’s not used to Riku being like this but he gentles his tone regardless. “It’s just coffee!”

Riku leans against the counter so he can bend over to clean but Sora stops him with one hand, and waves his other, concentrating the spell as best he can.

The coffee evaporates and the little shards of the cup pull together in a scrape of porcelain like magnets. Sora bends down to pick the cup up and holds it aloft.

“Not bad, huh?” Sora asks and Riku grins.

“You’re getting a lot better at that,” Riku says with a fond tone. “You’re gonna give the brooms at Yen Sid’s tower a run for their money.”

Sora laughs, but his eye is drawn to Riku’s hand. It’s shaking, in a stunted way, like Riku is clenching down to stop it from shaking.

“Cleaning spells are actually pretty easy,” Sora says and reaches out to take Riku’s hand in his own. “It’s kinda funny, they’re a lot like healing spells. You gotta focus on something…” he looks at Riku’s hand and narrows his eyes at the slight tremble despite his grip. “And try and make it whole again.”

The healing magic flows from Sora’s fingers into Riku’s hand, curling around it like gold and green gentle vines, sparkling against their skin.

“You can’t fix everything,” Riku says, looking down at their joined hands and then at Sora’s face.

“Nope,” Sora says. “But I can try!”

A moment of silence drops between them, so thick it feels like even time slows down. There’s only a few inches between them and it takes everything in Sora not to just step forward.

If Riku didn’t want him to, surely he wouldn’t be looking at Sora like that.

Instead, Riku inhales sharply and steps away. Far enough away that even their hands disconnect. It leaves Sora feeling a little bereft and confused.

“I’m sorry,” Riku says again. He apologises too often. “It feels a lot better now. Your magic is something else.” He halts a moment and looks at Sora the way he was before and it makes Sora feel less bereft and more like he’s going crazy. “You’re something else.”

“Riku…” Sora says, trying to close the distance again. “You can… you can ask for help, you know? I’m your friend.”

Riku smiles, a small thing that makes Sora’s head spin a little. “I know,” he says. “Thanks, Sora.”

He turns and leaves the room, Sora almost wants to go after him, tell him something, anything. Instead he lets Riku leave and feels a little silly for feeling so much over such a small interaction.

Sora picks up the cup that had fallen to the floor and runs his finger over the lines that remain despite it being fixed.

He sets it back down and decides he likes it better this way.

(This was written because I saw a post about Riku’s injuries. The idea of Riku having chronic pain due to injuries is both sad and interesting to me because you know he’s gonna treat it like some cross he has to bear.

Sora is always a powerful magic user in my writing and he would definitely use it constantly to help his friends with the most benign issues.

Also, I cannot even begin to explain how much I loathe the widespread fanon that Roxas thinks it’s funny/great that he permanently injured Riku.)

#soriku #kh riku #kh fic #kh sora

[punchdrunkdoc]

Part 3, Chapter 3

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 (maybe 4??) parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

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PART 3

Chapter 3

The next morning, Matt smiled as he walked passed the florist on his way to work, the rich, heady scent of roses filling the air.

Yesterday, that fragrant reminder of the upcoming romantic celebration had only added to his bad mood - the bad mood caused by a week spent worrying about Calina and her strange phone call, and a month and a half spent missing her. The fact that Valentine’s Day was approaching meant he was bitterly reminded of what was taken from them, and what other couple’s took for granted - the chance to be with each other.

But today, he was actually feeling…optimistic.

Calina may have been a few days early, but she’d given him the perfect Valentine’s gift:

Hope.

Her brief visit last night had spurned him out of his morose despondency. It was the catalyst he’d needed to realise that it was time to stop dwelling on the negatives and obsessing over what they’d lost.

Instead, it was time to focus on the positives. They were both still alive. Still healthy. And still fighting for each other. Distance didn’t matter. Being temporarily separated didn’t matter. They loved each other. They would have the rest of their lives together. A few months apart was nothing compared to the years to come.

Matt had been dealt some crap hands throughout his life - losing his sight. Losing his father. Losing again and again. But he’d always found a reason to stay in the game. To accept the defeats and find the will to carry on playing.

This was no different.

He just had to have faith that God’s plan would reveal itself.

And this morning, he felt like he was finally getting a glimpse of the tapestry. He was finally seeing the beauty in the chaos. This separation would only strengthen them as a couple. It would serve to reinforce their bond, and ensure that they never took each other - or their happiness together - for granted.

“You seem…better,” Karen commented when Matt reached the office.

Matt shrugged. “I feel better.”

“That’s good.” She gifted him with a wide smile, and Foggy patted him on the shoulder.

It made Matt realise how much his foul mood had been impacting his friends and their workplace. “I’m sorry, guys,” he said. “For being such a miserable bastard the last couple of months.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘miserable bastard’,” Foggy replied. “That’s a bit harsh. ‘Forlorn asshole’, maybe. Or ‘wretched son of a bitch’ would be more accurate.”

Matt laughed. “Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll try to be more upbeat from now on.”

“What brought on this sudden change in attitude?” Foggy asked.

Matt couldn’t help his smile. “I saw Calina last night.”

“So you got laid! That explains everything!”

Karen slapped Foggy’s chest with the back of her hand. “God, Foggy.”

Matt just laughed. “No, it was just a quick visit. But it helped give me some perspective. It’s like you said, Fog - this is just a long distance relationship. It won’t last forever…and other couples go through similar experiences all the time.”

“Exactly, man. Astronauts.”

Matt smiled. “Yeah. Astronauts.”

“She’s Neil Armstrong, and you’re the little lady waiting back on earth.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “Something like that.”

“Okay,” Foggy said, rubbing his hands together. “Well, since you’re in such a good mood, you can take point on the meeting with the new nightmare client, while I finish off the brief for the Chisholm case.”

“Nightmare client?” Matt asked.

“Yeah, a tenant dispute case. They’re arriving at 10.”

“Fine,” Matt agreed. Liaising with a difficult client was the least he could do to make up for his less than stellar performance the last couple of months. “But I have something to do first.” He held up the USB drive that Calina had slipped to him last night.

“What’s that?” Karen asked.

“I’ll let you know as soon as I do.”

Matt booted up his computer and plugged in the device. It contained a single large document which he printed off in braille and started scanning through. At first there was just a list of chemicals - the results of the analysis by the Widow scientist - but then Calina added some context.

And it changed everything.

“Guys?” he called out. “You gotta hear this.”

“What is it?” Karen said, taking a seat on the other side of his desk. Foggy joined them a moment later and leaned against the door frame.

“Calina found something.” Matt spun his monitor around to show the document on the screen. “Apparently, one of the main ingredients of the fear pheromone is something called Arsonium bromide. Its a chemical that environmental groups have been calling for greater regulation on, because it’s disposal has been linked to soil contamination which is affecting agriculture yields across the country. Those environmental groups were successful in convincing a prominent politician to lobby their cause to the EPA last year.”

“Okay,” Karen said slowly. “How does this help us?”

“That prominent politician was Governor Andrew Benson.”

“The guy Calina was supposed to assassinate?”

“Yes.” Matt leaned forward as he laid out Calina’s theory. “Two days after the failed assassination, Benson suddenly, and without warning, withdrew his petition to the EPA, and walked back all his previous objections to the chemical.”

“Somebody got to him,” Karen added. “Somebody with a vested interest in the use of Arsonium bromide.”

“Exactly. With Benson’s support, the environmental groups were gaining traction in their fight. So someone tried to take Benson out. And when that failed, they likely played off the assassination attempt as a warning.”

“Do as we say, or next time it’ll be for real,” Foggy guessed. “Which means whoever is behind the manufacture of the fear pheromone-”

“Is the same person who arranged for Calina to be reactivated,” Karen finished.

“It’s all connected,” Matt said. “If we find out who created the pheromone, we find out who ordered Calina’s mind control. And vice versa - if we can find out who paid to have their very own Widow assassin, we find our pheromone guy.”

“Holy shit,” Karen whispered, tilting the monitor so she could read through the information on the screen.

“I take it the Widows are concentrating on finding out who bought Calina’s ‘services’, for want of a better term?” Foggy asked, reading the screen over Karen’s shoulder.

“As much as they can - but they’re more focussed on hunting down Volkov. He’s the bigger threat to them right now. Which means we’ll be doing them a favour if we find this information first.”

“So where do we begin?” Foggy asked.

“I say we concentrate on researching this chemical. Where its manufactured, who buys it, and how.”

“I’ll start today,” Karen answered, scribbling in her notebook.

“What does this mean?” Foggy said, pointing to something on Matt’s screen.

“Which part?” Matt asked, shuffling through his print outs.

“The last sentence. It says, ‘I hope this helps, shereen-am.’ What is ‘shereen-am’?”

Matt tried to control his reaction. “It’s nothing. Just an inside joke.”

It wasn’t nothing. And it wasn’t a joke. But it was something private, just between Matt and Calina. He’d googled the phrase before calling the others into his office and found that it was a Persian term of endearment. Roughly translated from Farsi into English it meant ‘Honey’.

By using that term, Calina was reminding him of Christmas Day, when she’d whispered all those terms of endearment into his ear as they’d made love on the couch.

She was reminding him of a happier time, to help get him through the dark and lonely days to come.

Matt smiled as he skimmed his fingers over that word again: Shereen-am.

Calina’s visit last night had given him hope. The information on the USB had given him a lead. And the affectionate nickname on the end of her message had given him a glimpse of how things would be between them in the future.

It was a promise, of better times ahead.

———

“And then he grabbed her and kissed her!”

“It was like something out of a movie - the way he dipped her back, and with the two of them bathed in the moonlight with the stars twinkling overhead…”

Calina groaned and sank into her chair as Katya and Inessa gushed to the other Widows about Matt’s antics on the boat last night. The three of them had arrived back at the mansion at dawn, and after a brief nap, they were now debriefing the rest of the team.

But it had gotten a little side-tracked.

“‘Bathed in the moonlight’?” Sofia repeated. “Come on, Inessa, I think you’ve been reading too many of those romance novels.”

“But that’s exactly what it was like!” the younger Widow protested. “It was the most romantic, swoon-worthy thing I’ve ever seen!”

“That’s not really saying much, given the way we were raised,” Viktoria commented.

Inessa rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth to respond but Anya cut her off. “Enough about Calina’s love life. Did you find the warehouse?”

Calina sat up again. “Yes, enough about me. Tell them what you found.”

Anya had found mention on Ranieri’s laptop of a recent real estate transaction. Which wasn’t unusual in itself - the Ranieri family seemed to prioritise property and commercial investments over gambling on the stock market. But while the rest of Salvatore’s portfolio made sense for a party guy in his late twenties - night clubs, bars, trendy apartments in major cities across the world - a former wholesale carpet warehouse in an industrial estate in New Jersey did not.

So Katya and Inessa had been tasked with scoping it out. 

Katya tossed a USB stick to Anya. “Photographs and schematics as requested. The place was deserted - no personnel on the grounds - but it was spotless, with signs of a recent professional clean. It’s definitely being prepped for something.”

“Like a lab to manufacture the mind control serum,” Sofia guessed.

“Possibly,” Yelena interjected. “But we can’t get ahead of ourselves. We need more evidence. We need to be sure before we make any moves.”

“Agreed,” Anya chimed in.

“Which is why we planted a few cameras,” Inessa said with a cocky grin. “And several bugs. We’ll know soon enough what the plan is for that building.”

“Good,” Yelena responded. She looked around the room at the rest of the Widows. And a rare smile graced her face. “I know I just told you all to be cautious…but I have a good feeling about this. I think this is how we get Volkov. I think this will all be over soon.”

Several of the women whooped and cheered in response - a sign that Calina wasn’t the only one who was looking forward to this confinement ending.

And it also proved to Calina how much the Widows had come out of their shells over the last few months. They laughed more readily now. They expressed their emotions without prompting. Conversations flowed instead of stuttered, and there was an easy camaraderie between everyone.

The stilted, angry, and bitter atmosphere that often pervaded the base in South Carolina didn’t exist here in Maine. And Calina knew it had nothing to do with the change in scenery - the weather outside the mansion was dark and grey and wet these days, holding little of the sunny, vibrant beauty of Charleston.

Time was the reason.

They’d been given time to start the healing process. To learn about themselves and the world around them. Time to find their little moments of joy.

Joy that even Volkov couldn’t take away. If anything, the looming threat that he posed had the opposite effect - as if the Widows were defiantly enjoying themselves even more to spite him and his attempts to force them back into an emotionless, violent existence.

Calina would be sorry to leave this place when the time came. She no longer felt the need to escape this environment. Not like in the beginning, when she’d first been freed. Back then, she’d felt suffocated by all the pain and rage around her. She’d wanted to strike out on her own and discover who she was away from that toxic environment.

But everything was different now. Now she would miss living here with all her sisters.

Though not as much as she missed Matt.

Seeing him last night had been a rollercoaster ride. She’d swung from the lowest low of wanting to escape his presence, to the highest high from that kiss. Because as much as it made Calina cringe, Inessa’s description had been spot-on - it had been the most wonderful, romantic, swoon-worthy gesture in the history of the world.

But on the journey back to Maine, the high had worn off. And all her doubts and fears - and all the guilt - had come flooding back.

And all of it boiled down to one thing - she didn’t feel worthy of him.

She didn’t feel worthy of the kind of man who would fly a hundred feet through the air just to kiss her. She didn’t feel worthy of a man as amazing and kind and smart as Matt. A man who fiercely protected the strangers in his city, and could touch her with such reverent tenderness.

The kiss had made her forget all that. It had short-circuited her brain and over-rode all her negative emotions, until the only thing left was passion. She’d given in to the moment, to the feel of being in Matt’s arms again.

Which she’d known would happen. It was the reason she’d chosen that cramped, awkward crane jib as their meeting point in the first place. She’d known that if they’d met in his apartment, or on the pier - or anywhere else out in the open - he would have taken her in his arms and she would have been powerless to resist. She would have accepted his embrace and returned his kiss all the while feeling undeserving of him.

So she’d chosen that metal cage instead, as a way to deny herself.

As a punishment.

But he’d gotten around her little ploy. He’d kissed the life out of her on that boat deck, and everything else had faded away. How guilty she felt about Italy. How scared she was that if he truly knew her and everything she’d done as a Widow that he’d hate her.

How terrified she was that they were too good to be true.

“Calina!”

Calina lifted her head at the sound of her name. The other widows were all staring at her. “Huh?” she asked.

“You spaced out there,” Inessa explained.

“Sorry. Just tired,” she lied. “I’m going to head back to bed.”

The chorus of ‘Byes’ and ‘Sleep wells’ from her sisters followed Calina up the stairs, but she was already lost in thought again.

She didn’t know what to do about Matt and all these doubts she was having.

Did she share them with him? Admit her fears about not being worthy of his love? Could she even explain them without having to divulge all the dirty secrets of her past? Wouldn’t that just bring about the end of their relationship and defeat the purpose of the whole ‘sharing’ thing?

Calina fell forward onto her bed and smothered her frustrated groan with her pillow. Then she flipped onto her back and stared up at the ceiling as she contemplated the alternative scenario: being with Matt, with this constant pit of worry in her stomach. Revelling in his affection and his love whilst always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

A tear leaked from the corner of Calina’s eye as she wrestled with all of these unfamiliar emotions. A tiny part of her longed for the days of being an unfeeling automaton…but she quickly squashed that treacherous notion.

This was better.

Despite all the uncertainty and pain and confusion, dealing with these emotions was far better than living as a shell of a human being under the Red Room’s control.

“Hey, you okay?”

Calina hastily wiped away the tear as Katya entered their room. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Liar,” Katya teased, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “You’ve not been okay since Italy. Did something else happen there?”

Calina levered herself up to rest against the headboard. “What do you mean?”

“Well, when you debriefed us after the mission you said Ranieri just got a bit handsy. Did something…more…happen that night? You can tell me.”

Calina shook her head. “No, nothing else happened.”

“So what is it? What’s going on with you?”

Calina’s first instinct was to lie again. To keep everything to herself. It was the way she was raised - the way they all had been. Even before the mind control serum took away their emotions they were trained to hide them. To bury their sadness and their loneliness and their pain. To never confide in anyone how they were feeling.

It was a difficult habit to break, but Calina was determined to tear away this next layer of Red Room conditioning. So she took a deep breath and told Katya everything. How she’d called Matt before the party in Italy. How having Ranieri’s hands on her felt. And how it was all messing with her head. “I know intellectually that nothing really happened,” she explained. “It was just a few unwanted gropes and a kiss on the neck - I’ve been through much worse on missions like that - but I just feel so…guilty. I keep imagining if it was Matt in that situation, and he’d let some other woman touch him. I would hate it. Which means I can’t tell him, because then he’d hate me.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” Katya interjected. “If you just explain to him that it was a mission and you were playing a role-”

“But that would just open up this whole can of worms. About all the other roles I’ve played in the past, and the things I’ve done-”

“While under mind control, Calina.”

“Again, I know that intellectually…but don’t you still feel guilty about everything you did while under the serum?”

Katya smiled. “I feel guilty for stabbing you in Seoul.”

Calina rolled her eyes. “I’m being serious. We all did some really messed up shit for Dreykov. Doesn’t that…stick with you at all?”

Katya looked down as she picked at a loose thread in the bedspread. “Occasionally. Usually at night - my dreams are sometimes…not fun.”

Calina placed her hand over Katya’s remembering what it was like when she first arrived in New York - the endless nights spent pacing the rooftop, unable to sleep. “I’m sorry.”

Katya shrugged. “It’s fine. They’re just memories. The important thing is that I don’t blame myself for it. And you’re not to blame either. We were kids when we were brainwashed, and then we were forced against our will to commit all those acts.”

“But what about now? We’re acting on our own free will, and we’re still murdering and stealing-”

“Yes, to stop the bad guys!” Katya protested. “We’re on the side of good now. And we have the rest of our lives to be on that good side, and to make up for everything we’ve done”

“Can we, though? Can we possibly balance a ledger with so much red in it?”

“Now you sound like Natasha. And look what she’s accomplished. She’s an Avenger. Little girls all over the world want to be like her, because she’s a hero. We can be like that too.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever feel like a hero. Matt’s a hero, and he-”

It was Katya’s turn to roll her eyes. “You know I like Matt, but he’s not exactly squeaky-clean. He’s a vigilante - he breaks the law every night.”

“It’s different. He has a moral code. One I’ve violated again and again. If he ever found out the truth about me, he’d hate me.”

Katya studied her for a few moments, a frown marring her face. “Calina, what is the ‘truth’ about you?”

Calina swallowed harshly. When she finally answered, her voice was small and shaky. “That I’m not a good person.”

Katya reared back. “That’s ridiculous! You were brainwashed and under mind control-”

“I’m not talking about that! Since leaving the Red Room, I’ve abandoned my sisters, I’ve lied to everyone I’ve met, I’ve killed people, and I- I cheated on my boyfriend!”

“You didn’t cheat!”

“What would you call it?”

“I call it necessary! We’re fighting a war here, Calina. And wars are messy, and they involve sacrifice and difficult decisions. Killing the men who came after you, lying to protect your identity and going undercover to steal from Ranieri were difficult decisions, but necessary.”

“But-”

“I’m not finished!”

Calina snapped her mouth closed. She’d never seen Katya like this - so agitated and…loud. She’d always been one of the quieter, more rational Widows.

“As to your other ‘sin’,” Katya continued. “You did not abandon us. You came to save me in Korea - you risked your life to save me. That’s not abandonment. And the other widows told me what you were like after you were freed - they could all see you were struggling. Moving to New York was another necessary decision. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a good person. You were never cut out for this kind of life. Even as kids we realised that you were too sweet and sensitive. And the Red Room persisted in trying to beat that out of you, but they never could. Despite what you’ve been through and what you were forced to do, you’re still that same sweet, sensitive, good person. It’s why you’re feeling all of this so much more than the rest of us. And while we all appreciate your help with taking down Volkov, if you want to leave again, not one person would blame you.”

She bumped her shoulder against Calina’s. “We love you, Calina. You are worthy of love. You just need to convince yourself of that.”

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So do we think Katya got through to Calina? Does she believe now that she's worthy of Matt?

Read chapter 4 to find out...

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so this is inspired by a darksun one shot that i saw on ao3

young, drunk and alone - regiulusblack

but instead of Barty being the one to drunk call James, it’s in reverse and takes place during 5th year as Barty starts to realise how messed up James really is and how much holding in his feelings is literally crushing him alive !!!

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Barty had got stood up. Officially speaking it had been about four hours since he been stood up but he had decided to give it a couple of hours just in case James had been running late or his ADHD had hit him and he had temporarily forgotten about him but four hours in he could no longer make any excuses.

He was pissed of course. That’s how he should be feeling, but he was also feeling this slight ache in his chest that made him feel sad. He didn’t quite understand that part. It wasn’t as though James had been required to come tonight, they only had makeshift plans from last week that he had never reconfirmed. He had probably forgotten. He had never forgotten before.

It was in this angry, confused and partly upset state that a patronus appeared in front of him.

“Barty”, James sighs. His voice is heavy with an exhaustion that Barty didn’t recognise.

“Did you know that muggles don’t have an instant remedy for healing a bone?” he sighs and then yelps slightly as though he were injured.

“You probably do, you’re smart like that- my genius boyfriend,” Barty didn’t know but he was too happy that James was calling him his boyfriend to care.

“I thought you might be wondering why I didn’t show up tonight, I’m sorry. I tried sending this like a million times, the muggles here actually thought I was drunk and started to feel so bad for me that they gave me some free alcohol- it sucks,” he then chuckles in that self-deprecating way that Barty feels his heart break a little.

“Anyways, I was feeling a bit sad today and Moony says that I should be careful when I’m sad because I do very dumb things and maybe just maybe I’ve done one of those things,” James starts, “ Okay this is definitely a very dumb thing to do, especially considering Padfoot banned me after the last time, but it’s okay - I’m okay, I’m in total control.”

“It’s why I sent it to you Barty, you won’t get like super mad at me because you don’t know yet,” he goes back to cackling as though he just made a funny joke.

He then suddenly pauses his laughter as though he remembers that he is still sending a patronus and a slight hustling noise is heard as James moves from a busier environment to a quieter one.

“I told them about you, you know. It’s funny how much they kept telling me that I should get over you, that I shouldn’t care for someone that would break my heart. They again they also said that I shouldn’t call you when I’m drunk but you know I’ll probably die before that happens,” he continues rambling,his words slowing at an alarming pace, “I think I love you - but it would be easier to die for you than to date you, Barty.”

And then the patronus dissipates and Barty is left only with overwhelming dread.

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{Roommates} THREE

(A/N welcome to chapter three! You’ve got everything in this chapter that went on longer than planned BUT Adrian is being a legit snack, Phoebe tries to play matchmaker, Scott is well being Scott , Lara teases her BFF easily whilst trying to give words of obvious wisdom and dear female reader figures somethings out but not liking the consequences…enjoy🎉)

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x Female Reader

(Summary)

Desperately in need of a roommate, your co-worker knows a guy, but why did it have to be Adrian? The guy both annoyed and frustrated the hell out of you getting under your skin from the very moment that you had meet him.

But this was only temporary there was no need to complicate things by really getting to know one another or even worse catch feels along the way. Sure it had been a while for both of you but hooking up with your roommate was a terrible idea…wasn’t it?

(Words)

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(Warnings)

Mentions of asshole ex , exes behaviour, therapy, talk about Vigilante, more of your favourite roomies being adorable, awkward moments take a turn, friends doing their best (kinda) and a whole heap of tension on top of the already built up tension…. 18+ ONLY

(THREE)

Lost in your own thoughts, on a random Tuesday afternoon during a slow part of your shift at the coffee shop, an old memory hits you right between the eyes.

You, out with your ex at the local market that has since closed down at the exchange where it had been held, but on that particular day you’d been happy together.

The pair of you holding hands walking through the small crowd around the square, three years into your relationship before you realised who your ex really was.

Before everything had blown up in your face your ex had decided to buy you a bunch of pretty sunflowers, which had delighted you because they were your absolute favourite, but that would be one of the only times he’d ever do anything that nice again.

After that memory follows the bitterness which awakens inside you, leading to obvious questions such as why the hell didn’t you leave him when you realised what an asshole he was, and more importantly why couldn’t you stand up for yourself?

Having attended therapy alone before your ex had decided to finally up and leave regardless, you now knew that you were better off but it still hurt either way, like a cut that just wouldn’t heal.

It was actually hurt mixed with embarrassment at the idea of letting him treat you like he did, but you hadn’t known any better, and now you were trying to finally move on from that.

But the memory had left you feeling confused, because how else was you supposed to trust someone new, after what your ex had said and done to you?

You had to avoid getting too close to anyone especially Adrian, which annoys you briefly why did he have to suddenly appear in your thoughts, of all the people to get under your skin it just had to be him.

The day was now ruined you decide or cursed because either way, this was how you had pretty much felt every single time you’ve woken up on the couch just to get away from your boyfriend, before he had walked out of your life until recently.

“Are you ok?” Phoebe asks breaking into your collection of thoughts that were starting to give you an intense headache.

“Thinking about dating again.” You retort out loud then instantly regret it, when you see the excited smile that passes over the barista’s face.

“Really? So who are you thinking about no one here I hope!” Phoebe laughs excitedly but stops when she sees you’re not joining in.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud, even though I’m considering getting back out there since after me ex you know-“

“You can’t talk about your ex here!” Phoebe cries loudly whilst holding her hands up in front of you , which alerts Scott who was leaning against the front counter instead of working.

“An ex is supposed to be forgotten about just move forward and have some fun!” Scott winks at you making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t want to be talking about this at work-“

“Is it because you like Scott?” Cuts in Phoebe causing Scott to almost choke on the drink of water he was having trouble swallowing.

“Wrong friend.” Scott states with a wink once he’s finished choking causing you to glare in his direction.

Phoebe gives you a confused look but you clearly get his meaning ,telling yourself to stop blushing but your body isn’t listening, when your face feels like it’s on fire.

“Ok, let’s just get back to work-“

“But we haven’t finished talking about you yet!” Cuts in Scott adding “Now that your ex is completely out of your hair you can get to know-“

“Oh! Did you mean Adrian?!” Phoebe announces cutting off Scott who rolls his eyes at you, whilst you just now glare at them both, yep today was going exactly to plan, like shit.

“Look you both know I don’t normally talk about my private life and I want to keep it that way-“

“But we have a mutual friend now!” Scott declares with delightful relish, and a smirk you want to slap off his face, because he was of course winding you up on purpose.

“Oh I get it, does Adrian just want to be friends and you want more-“

“What I want!” You cut off Phoebe with a firm voice as you continue “Is to just please stop talking about me and lets get back to work.”

“But there are no customers in here.” Phoebe shrugs like that means she could just sit down, and do nothing which she proceeds to do using the counter as a seat.

“Plus I don’t think Adrian would ever say-“

“Just go do something!“ You hear yourself plead to your colleagues who look at one another, not used to your soft tone of voice, maybe you should try and be less robotic around these two get to actually know them a little more.

Hell, you were finding out lots of strange facts about Scott most of which you would never repeat, thanks to your roommate telling you even though you hadn’t even asked him to.

“Someone needs to get-“

“I’m working on it!” You snap then collecting yourself, smile awkwardly at Phoebe and Scott who both grin back in unison.

“I might know a guy-“

“Adrian is free -“

“End of discussion for now.” You state heading out towards the kitchen to the large fridge to check dates, just be alone for a few moments to cringe in peace.

The rest of the shift leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth, it was just embarrassment from the conversation with Phoebe and Scott which didn’t end but instead got much worse, yet despite all of that you had enjoyed chatting with them both.

Which was why you was in such a shitty mood because since meeting Lara here at Karma coffee, way before Phoebe or Scott started you had been content with just the one best friend.

But if earlier had told you anything it was that in your moment of needing to vent your colleagues had been there for you, all you hoped now was that Scott kept his big mouth shut which you knew was obviously impossible.

Carrying your bad mood which was pretty much self inflicted at this point, home with you heading quickly inside your apartment ready to put today in the trash, until you notice the state of the kitchen.

Of all the times to make a mess Adrian had chosen completely the wrong moment, causing you to drop your tote bag angrily on the floor, and very almost stamp your foot hard on the wooden floor in annoyance.

First of all the TV was on super loud with some game show you didn’t recognise, but there was of course no roommate in sight, the kitchen was a complete mess with food left out and plates piled in the sink you could feel your blood suddenly begin to boil.

“Hey Adrian!” You shout over the TV but then you recognise the noises from the bathroom, the shower was on which somehow manages to annoy you even more.

“Of course I want to come home from work and tidy up after you Adrian, it’s like we’re in a relationship which we are far from it, because being with you would be like the worst thing ever!” You shout to yourself angrily whilst contained in the kitchen tidying up the mess around you in a sudden rage.

Adrian pats the flat palm of his hand against his ear because he was pretty sure he had just heard you shouting out his name, but under the running water of the shower thinks he is just hearing things, so instead continues to wash the shampoo from his curly brown hair.

But now you were there in his mind which he knew was wrong, because his body’s automatic response when thinking of you was blood rushing to his cock, which was frustrating as hell.

Because now really wasn’t the time and he definitely wasn’t going to be thinking about you whilst jerking off, not again at least it felt wrong especially if you were here in the apartment, which you weren’t but he needed to control himself.

Adrian had to head out soon anyway to meet Scott then much later go out alone, for a scout around town those were his plans for tonight so he needed to get out, there was no time to satisfy himself even though he knew it wouldn’t take very long.

But instead Adrian choses to ignore his aching erection as he switches the water to freezing cold, which does the trick despite your pretty face illuminating his thoughts all the while he quickly finishes washing himself feeing like an idiot all the while, of all the people it had to be you caught in his head space right this second.

Meanwhile in the kitchen you scan your eyes around the clean counter and sink, feeling a little better until you turn around to go grab your tote bag from the floor, and you hear the bathroom door open which makes you snap all over again.

“What did I say about tidying up your own mess you can’t just-“

Looking back towards the kitchen you freeze mid sentence when you spot Adrian, standing by the kitchen counter grabbing his glasses from the side, as he rewards you with a weird look.

But all you can see is Adrian wearing his dark peach coloured towel low on his hips, damp bare skin showcasing sculpted muscles and abs you didn’t even know he had, hearing his voice in your head but you was focusing instead on the trail of dark hair on his flat stomach leading downwards towards…

“Are you ok?” You hear Adrian ask with a chuckle which snaps your eyes away from his stomach, as you realise all too late that somehow your roommate, was now standing right in front of you.

But you cannot form words to answer his question because you have somehow, forgotten how to speak noticing Adrian’s damp hair which was curling at the front, making you want to reach out and move it away from his forehead.

Adrian notices how red your face has gone from seeing him appear out the shower, which in turn has now got his heart racing at an alarming rate and blood re-routing to a place he really wished that is wasn’t, just this once he didn’t need to be getting a boner right now.

Yet what surprises him the most in this moment was the fact that you were actually blushing in front of him, it was both adorable and a bit of a turn on as he adjusts his towel around his hips as subtly as he could, not to cause anymore distraction.

The movement of his large hands grabbing hold of his towel kickstarts you, as finally capable of speech you look Adrian in the face, then at his bare feet as you mumble “Just stop making a mess.”

You notice Adrian look around the clean kitchen realising you had tidied his mess from earlier, which makes him pull an awkward face in your direction, he needed to perform some quick damage control.

“I’m sorry I-“ Adrian begins but stops when he sees how red your face still was, and how you were trying awfully hard not to look him in the face or anywhere else for that matter, it was very interesting indeed.

“This is all just too much!” You retort suddenly motioning to all of Adrian with one hand waving it in front of him, until you realise what your doing and you drop your hand then just walk off towards your room leaving your bag on the floor, desperately needing to get away before you did something completely stupid.

Like snake a hand around Adrian’s thick neck to pull him closer to you, as your hand threads it’s way into the back of his hair and your lips do all the talking as they meet with his, feeling your roomies hands grip onto you hips tightly as he pulled your body flush against his…

Walking into your bedroom you practically slam the door behind you, then leaning your back against it you try to calm your breathing as the obvious realisation that Adrian is fucking hot, repeats in your head complete with at least fifteen exclamation points after it.

This was bad you could feel your body responding to what it had just seen and you felt so embarrassed, for just standing there like an idiot because Adrian had been talking but you had been lost somewhere near his abs, and what laid below the towel he had been wearing.

Staying in your room you quickly change from your work uniform of a blue polo shirt, leaving on the black skinny jeans for a dark grey fitted tee shirt realising that you needed to get out of here, like right now.

Luckily you soon hear the front door open and close signalling that Adrian had left the building, making you sigh to yourself then decide that regardless, you needed to get out of this apartment.

Messaging Lara you decide to head over to her place she shared with a women named Cleo, who you hoped wasn’t home because she freaked you out, she made Adrian look like the perfect roommate.

Well he did have the perfect body- you stop yourself finishing that sentence with a firm shake of your head, you needed to get a grip and fast no more daydreaming about Adrian.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that I definitely need to start dating again, or at the very least just go on one date.” You state a few hours later in front of a not-so surprised Lara, thankful that her roommate was out for the night so they could talk in peace.

Pizza and late night conversations was how to make things right again, this much you knew because you needed your mind to just stop, wandering back to your roommate and quick.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to that conclusion but what is really wrong here you seem really spaced out tonight like your mind is elsewhere or should I say focusing on someone else?” Lara questions with a smirk plastered across her face that makes you worry.

“All I’m focusing on now is meeting Rob when you finally set me up with him, and of course I’m not thinking about Adrian before you say it.” You retort in one long breath just to get your point across which you nail in one take.

“Like I even need to, you do it at least every twelve minutes yourself.” Deadpans Lara who laughs when she spots the face you pull in response to her funny comment.

“That’s clearly a lie I’ve mentioned him once just then, it isn’t as if I have much to say about him in the first place!” You say out loud causing Lara’s eyebrows to raise up behind her blonde fringe.

“Ok, your freaking out something happened between you two didn’t it? You don’t often come by here unless you want to talk about something.” Lara points a well manicured finger at you causing you to hold your hands up feeling guilty as hell.

“I have nothing to say.” You tell Lara whilst trying not to sound or look guilty but when she gives you that look you know it’s just easier to talk.

So you do, explaining what had happened earlier as vaguely as possible but you end up detailing Adrian’s muscles so informatively, that Lara ends up laughing at you which makes you stop talking.

“Let me get this straight you left lover boy at home to tell me all this, when he’s back there waiting for you clearly whilst looking all kinds of hot by the sounds of it!” Lara laughs with glee then she adds “But you’re here telling me this instead of being back at home, getting over your ex by climbing on your sexy new roommate.”

“First of all I didn’t say anything about how hot he was-“

“You didn’t need to your face says it all, believe me it’s a picture right now, wait where’s my phone!” Lara goes to grab said phone but you narrow your eyes at her making her stop halfway.

“Fine. But most importantly I’m not going to climb Adrian, need I remind you I hardly know the guy-“

“For now, sure start off with Rob and see where it goes but don’t forget about poor Adrian all alone at the apartment, probably still awaiting for your return as we speak!” Lara comments with a smirk.

“He’s hardly ever there and I doubt he even thinks of me in such way, I’m pretty sure he likes tall blondes instead so-“

“You really are digging yourself a hole here I don’t even need to talk, I could just listen to you spiral all night long it’s so funny!” Lara cuts you off then descends into more bouts of laughter.

“I hate you, you do know that right?” You question which only makes Lara laugh harder because she knows you’ve been beat, dammit.

Beers turn into shots that night as you decide enough was enough, drinking would help you forget at least for tonight deciding to crash on Lara’s couch, where she eventually leaves you passed out muttering in your sleep which makes her chuckle.

Sitting by himself on top of a tall wall with very little happening around him, Adrian tries to find sense in what had happened between you and him, before he had to practically run out of the apartment.

Scott had noticed how off he was with him but Adrian couldn’t even begin to explain earlier, because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t like what his friend would say on the matter, but why the hell did he chose to run away?

Closing his eyes Adrian could easily picture the look on your face, as your eyes stared at him hungrily causing his combat trousers to feel very tight all a sudden, ok right now definitely wasn’t the right time to be having these thoughts.

Jumping down from the tall wall which was an obvious mistake because Adrian almost lands funny on his left ankle which would have really finished his mood off to say the least, why the hell wasn’t anything distracting him around here when all he could think about was you.

You decide to hold off heading back to the apartment the next morning until you really had to for work, hoping against hope that Adrian wasn’t there you needed to just avoid him for a while and gather your thoughts together, or failing that really try to stop picturing him in the kitchen with that fitted towel wrapped around his slim waist.

On Saturday you reward yourself with an extra shot of coffee in your first drink of the day, courtesy of Karma coffee and the fact that you had successfully avoided Adrian, for three whole days but you had kind of secretly missed the guy.

But now it was time to face reality because sure Adrian we super hot underneath his clothes, but even though you didn’t really know much about the guy, you knew there was more to him than that you just hadn’t figured out what yet.

Besides being really sweet and a good cook of breakfast foods, at least there were two solid reasons already to believe he was a nice guy, but you wasn’t after that because you knew hooking up with Adrian would be a terrible idea.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Scott doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up, he reminds you of somebody else actually but the only difference is you would actually let Adrian talk.

“So, did you see the news last night?” Scott asks you again for at least the eighteenth time which makes you roll your eyes.

Two colleagues had called in sick today so you were helping out, around the front counter with Scott and Phoebe, who was hanging onto his every word.

Ok, if truth be told you didn’t want to hide in the office you had wanted to see these two idiots but right this second, you were kind of regretting that decision.

“I don’t watch the news-“

“Even I watch the news Y/N.” Phoebe scoffs at you which makes you smirk back.

“Well, if you had watched it then you would have seen how Vigilante kicked ass last night-“

“Yes we all know your a fanboy of this so called hero Vigilante.” You interrupt Scott with a laugh winding him up because it was so easy.

“I am not a fanboy I know-“

“You do get kinda excited when you talk about this Vigilante dude a lot, kind of like a tween at a boyband concert.”Giggles Phoebe making you laughing because she had actually made a funny joke for once.

“Says you looking all pop princess there with pink dye streaks in your hair!” Scott retorts lamely but then wanting to carry on his rant continues “Vigilante is an actual badass, sure two out of four of those dudes died from gun wounds but he’s out there making a difference.”

“How do you know it’s a guy?” Phoebe asks Scott who momentarily looks caught out but then he quickly states “I don’t know of course but what I do know is that they are a badass.”

“So you’ve mentioned.” You deadpan with a grin causing Scott to narrow his eyes at you.

“Like how can you not watch the news? It’s important and this, Vigilante, is doing way more than what the local PD could ever dream of doing!” Scott declares proudly causing Phoebe to nod at him in agreement, it seemed she was easily lead on.

“First off Vigilante what a lazy name choice? And secondly I chose to not watch the news as my choice, and not wanting to see this quote un quote anti hero, out saving people when I’m pretty sure he’s more serial killer than hero at this point.” You state calling time on this conversation but according to Scott they were just getting started.

Of course there was a queue of customers out the door with Scott working the register, Phoebe prepping the drinks and you with your back to everyone focusing on using the coffee machine which liked to be temperamental on a good day.

“How is Vigilante a serial killer?” Scott half snorts half yells at your back whilst you was preparing coffee shots for a couple of tall lattes.

“Being linked to multiple murders around here kind of makes you one of those don’t you watch murder documentaries on Netflix?” You tell Scott sweetly turning round to see him roll his eyes, as he had given up talking to you in favour of Phoebe.

This you didn’t mind one single bit right this second, hoping that the subject would swiftly change, and we could all work a little quicker together to get this line down.

But of course the topic of the day is still Vigilante because both of them talk at great length, and at high volume causing some of the customers in line, to pull faces at what they are discussing.

“Usually the victims are known criminals so in a way he is helping the local community, the police try to track them but Vigilante normally finds them first.” Scott informs Phoebe who is nodding back eagerly waving a bottle of caramel sauce around in her left hand.

“The news don’t often go into too much detail but that’s what the internet is for I’ve seen so many sick pictures-“

“Can you two quit it!” You snap at them both but a guy next in line begins sarcastically “No, keep talking I haven’t got anywhere else to be I’m totally interested in the absolute shit you’re talking about.”

“Hey listen-“

“Sorry sir!” You cut off whatever Scott was about to say to apologise to the customer, feeling shitty for doing so but it was your job, you were the supposed supervisor of this place.

Taking his order personally you feel bad for sucking up to the creep, but afterwards Scott apologises and you say it’s fine, just less murder talk at the front of the shop please.

Heading out back to finally get on with some work you try to focus on something, just anything to get your roommate out of your head, but it’s useless.

On the one hand it was great to have someone else occupying your mind who wasn’t the ex, but on the other hand you hadn’t been expecting Adrian to be so different to how you had always pictured him.

He was sweet, kind of funny at times and to have asked about the phone calls you were getting perhaps you should be giving the guy a bigger chance, at what you weren’t exactly sure yet.

“Hey, we kind of need your help out the front?” Phoebe tells you with a giggle a little while later, not like she was actually panicking or anything hell she sounded pretty chill about the whole thing.

“Like right now?” You ask not sure what was happening right this second, but Phoebe nods enthusiastically so with a sigh you follow her out the front.

Not exactly sure with what you were about to be met with, you did not imagine the tall blonde guy standing in front of the cash register, in a blue suit looking pretty damn good if you were being honest with yourself.

“I just wanted to introduce you to my older brother Adam.” Phoebe grins widely at you whilst your eyes widen in return, not knowing whether to laugh or cry right now.

“Good to finally meet you.” Adam winks at you with a cheeky grin, they guy was cute but he knew this fact you could obviously see by the confident look on his face.

“I’ve never heard of you-“

“Sure I’ve told you about Adam before, he is around town for a few days maybe you two could go out for a beer or something?” Phoebe cuts in with a rehearsed voice, whilst you glare at her knowing full well what she was up to.

“Sounds perfect-“

“I can’t!” You cut off Adam who looks down at you with his wide blue eyes that briefly distract you, until you spot Scott walking back inside the coffee shop and he wasn’t alone.

“Oh sure, I’m busy you’re busy this is a stupid idea I best get back to, er what I was doing before.” Adam nods and with an unreadable look aimed at his sister as he heads off.

“Why did you do that?” You hiss at Phoebe who looks in shock for a moment.

“I’ve never actually seen anyone say no to my brother before!” Phoebe’s eyes widen whilst you roll yours listening to the barista talk at length, about how good a guy her older brother is and she could give you his number.

“I’m not interested-“

“Is it because Adrian’s here?” Phoebe asks with a childish smile, but your thankful that she doesn’t says this out loud.

“Can somebody do some actual work around here?” You snap quietly because you were right by the counter, and three middle aged women were giving you curious looks, having seen you talking to Adam who had been so good looking.

“Ok boss!” Phoebe grins heading to the cash register whilst you wonder what in the hell had she been thinking, inviting her brother along for you to meet sure it was a nice offer he had been pretty hot, but you didn’t want to start having everyone try and set you up with their brother or even worse dentist.

More importantly, why hadn’t you said yes to meeting up with him? Shaking your head you turn away from Phoebe and finally focus on Adrian who was stood near the counter in his Fennel Fields uniform, complete with a cute smile on his face.

The very smile makes your stomach flip nervously which was new and you don’t like it one bit, clearly blaming seeing him emerge several days ago from the bathroom like a nerdy Adonis…

“You look a little flushed there.” Winks Scott making you glare at the barista, as he stands besides Phoebe who was chatting to the ladies she had just served.

“So, what are you having the usual?” Scott asks his oldest friend who was trying not to look at you, whilst you kept your eye on Phoebe you must have looked ridiculous.

“Caramel, just all the caramel and a little coffee!” Adrian nods in the affirmative using both his hands to readjust his burgundy hat he had to wear at work, causing some of his hair to ping out at the sides, making you stop yourself from sighing out loud like an idiot, what was wrong with you.

Whilst Scott gets to work on his drink, Adrian notices the way you were looking at him which was surprising, because he had been sure you’d been pretty much avoiding him.

“So, how goes it roomie?” Adrian asks to break the concentration on your face, watching your eyes glance up at the top of his head then back down your eyes meeting up instantly.

“I’m busy.” You tell Adrian turning round to grab the green folders, you had bought out here earlier but they had clearly been moved.

“Okay then!” Adrian states whilst your back is still turned to him, you don’t see the pained look that briefly passes across his features.

You spot the folders by the counter deciding to carry on the facade of looking busy, whilst you listened to the conversation around you, trying to make sense of today and why it sucked so much.

If only you had said yes to Adam then you wouldn’t be standing here, recalling how great Adrian had looked in his towel like some lovesick teenager, this thing was escalating right before your eyes.

“So you don’t like Vigilante then?” Adrian asks you after talking a long gulp on his drink, causing his Adam’s apple to bob up and distract you.

“I don’t watch the news that often.” You reward him with a shrug, as Adrian looks a little smug suddenly and you have absolutely no idea why.

“Yeah but Vigilante is like a hero, and I think he’s kind of hot.” Laughs Phoebe whilst you widen your eyes at her admission.

“But he’s a killer-“

“I think Vigilante is so cool!” Cuts in Adrian causing Scott to give his friend a look, one that you can’t read and this point in time you couldn’t care less.

“How do you know if it’s a guy even?” You ask Phoebe who shrugs and mumbles something but you don’t ask her to repeat herself.

“Either way they are pretty heroic and fucking badass!” Adrian cheers going to high five Phoebe who lets him what the hell was going on here.

“Could you imagine how romantic it would be to be rescued by Vigilante?” Phoebe swoons which you notice gets Adrian’s full attention, as he stands his full height against the counter.

Luckily there were hardly any customers you notice watching the ladies from earlier, giggling and chatting away making you briefly miss Lara, the pair of you working here together when you had first rolled into Evergreen.

Finding friendship in the mutual dislike of the town and both pretty much surviving on coffee throughout your shifts, until one day Lara had an opportunity to change careers, and now she works in an office instead still moaning about how shit this town was.

It was only a matter of time before the pair of you ended up Thelma and Louise-ing it out of here, the very idea brings a brief smile to your face.

Looking up causes said smile to fall off your face and annoyance to appear behind your eyes, when you spot Adrian and Phoebe chatting at the counter still, whilst you had been lost in your own thoughts.

Scott had left them to it yelling something loudly at one of the kitchen staff out back, but your eyes were focused on Phoebe instead and how she was taking this in her stride, standing close to Adrian leaning over the counter to hear him talk.

Thankfully you end up seeing an elderly couple walk in and set to work serving them, because it appeared everyone else was busy, there was a metaphor there but you were too annoyed to consider it right now.

Setting to work you start to make the coffees like it was second nature, but you end up swearing loudly when you knock over one of the espresso shots, needed to make the cappuccino’s hot liquid pouring over your hand in the process.

“Ow! Fuck!” You snap grabbing at the espresso cup before it fell off the counter and caused more of a mess.

Looking from your hand you see three pairs of eyes watching you, Adrian looking like he wanted to climb over the counter and help, but you tell Phoebe to take over as you head out to the kitchen.

“Too much coffee, I’ve had too much coffee that’s all!” You tell yourself out loud and very disbelievingly because you had very little else to blame this on, and now you were swearing on front of customers that was sure to lead to a complaint.

With your back to the door you don’t notice Scott walking into the kitchen until it’s too late, and you turn round to face him grinning at you.

“Who would have thought that Adrian and the pop princess out there have literally so much in common!” Scott begins instead of actually asking if you were ok or anything like a normal person.

But there is no denying the slice of jealously that cuts across your stomach but you chose to ignore it, how could you have gone from thinking very little of Adrian to, all of this so soon.

“My hands fine thanks.” You tell Scott trying to change the focus, as you use your other hand to switch off the tap your red skin stinging but just some cream on that would put it right, shame there wasn’t some miracle to stop you from freaking out around Adrian.

“Oh sure! We’ve all burned ourselves on that thing before what I’m more interested in is what distracted you enough to have that accident.” Scott asks with a laugh thinking he was being funny but you was ready to inflict pain.

“I was distracted by your shouting.” You tell him matter of factly which makes him roll his eyes, and you ignore him as you head back out to the counter deciding to drink water from now on, no more coffee.

Thankfully Adrian has gone but you do notice the look Phoebe gives you, as you go to grab your folders and actually get on with some work.

“Adrian is pretty funny I wasn’t sure because he is a bit nerdy but chatting to him just then about Vigilante he was like a whole different guy.” Phoebe explains to you with an excited smile as she announces in a low voice “He is pretty cute too don’t you think?”

“I’ve grown out of cute I can’t-“

“You never grow out of liking cute guys!” Phoebe admonishes making you roll your eyes for the eighth time at least in this hour alone.

“So you think the guy who you normally tease and wind up is cute all of a sudden?” You ask Phoebe in a confused voice.

“I’ve just seen the way you look at him-“

“Ok, enough of this conversation now! Thanks for helping me earlier when I burned myself.” You cut in with a sincere smile on your face.

“That was when I noticed you staring at Adrian like you thought he was a legit snack, and it made me kind of see it too.” Phoebe winks at you as you go to say something but thinking better of it you end up heading to the office instead.

The thought of Phoebe actually liking Adrian strikes you as weird to begin with, but as you start on some paper work for today that changes to a sudden sting of annoyance, making you wonder the hell why?

…maybe it was time to actually switch to decaf.

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🎶✨️When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish, then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ✨️🎶

I decided to look at my on repeat and repeat rewind playlists on spotify (just cause my liked playlist is loooong)

1. Honest by Kyndal Inskeep

I tell you that I'm whole, but I'm still healing. I tell you that I'm happy, but I'm grieving. Thought I was a fighter; I'm still in the fire. ‘cause if I'm being honest, I'm not being honest. I'll give you roses just hoping you don't see the weeds in my garden.

I’m literally looking at those lyrics and thinking well. That’s pretty self-explanatory? So I might skip the overshare. But uh. Yeah, easily playing that song daily.

2. Lost by Dermot Kennedy

I was lost 'til I found you. Now these songs will hold and hide your name

I realise nOONE will be surprised to see Dermot in this list (Ciara, I’m looking at you) but I never tire of him, or this song. When I’m writing fic, if a song plays that gels with the content/le vibe, I end up putting that song song on repeat until the fic’s finished, aaaaand at the time I was writing a 10k post-shooting 911 fic so you can imagine how long that took me.

3. Vienna by Billy Joel

slow down you’re doing fine, you can’t be everything you wanna be before your time…

my mams favourite song, and one of mine too. when I’d have anxiety attacks before appts I’d always put this on :’)

4. Arcade by Duncan Laurence

I'm afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land. Silence ringing inside my head. Please carry me, carry me, carry me home.

This is another “wrote a bunch of 911 fic to it and now I can’t stop listening” song, because the Buck vibes are. Off the charts.

5. Feather on the Clyde by Passenger

Well there's a river that runs through Glasgow, and makes her but it breaks her and takes her into the parks. And her current just like my blood flows, down from the hills, round aching bones to my restless heart.

Beautiful lyrics and lovely tune aside, I was listening to this a lot while I was reading/writing Star Trek AOS fic, and maaaan, I cannot stress enough the comforting nostalgia I have for LiveJournal circa 2009. The Kirk/McCoy fic was *so good* i still think about it often. Like Vixys’s sealed by a fragile touch series? Broke me. But like. In the best most poignantly painful way. If you’ve read it then. You know.

5+1. shhh there are no rules here. Mess by Noah Kahan.

I'll feed the dogs and I'll put all my pieces back together where they belong, and I'll say: "I'm a mess, I'm a mess, oh God, I'm a mess"

Just. yeah. Again. It me.

& I’ll tag @homerforsure @kananjarus @thekristen999 @littlespoonevan @lovebuck @shortsighted-owl @henswilsons @hattalove @hopeintheashes and @renecdote <33

#if music be the food of love play on

[reaperkiller]

HEY HELLO HI can't remember which ones i've already sent but how about 7) silent fury for jason my beloved jason

went in a completely different direction to what i had originally imagined and also. well. it half uses the prompt. a little bit. it's fine. everything is fine.

characters: jason, marcus [AS ALWAYS. SORRY]

1.5k words. whatever

Everything was happening so fast - bullets flying everywhere, blood covering every surface. It was so loud. Gunshots, screeching… Ungodly screeching, the type no one should ever hear. Is that what ghosts sound like when they die? When their humanity is well and truly ripped from them one final time? That’s all Marcus could think about. Eyes shut tight, hands covering his ears, crouched down behind a wall, just out of sight.

Or, that’s where he thought he was, at least. By the time he opened his eyes, he was sitting in a car, with Jason kneeling down in front of him, caressing his cheek. The look of concern on his face was something Marcus never expected to see. You mean he actually has feelings? Like a normal person? … Or is he just acting? He was covered in blood and bruises, with quite a nasty gash on his forehead, but he didn’t care about that, didn’t care about the pain he was in - all that could be sorted out later. Right now, the main focus was making sure Marcus was okay, considering he was breathing faster than was humanly possible. Probably. Jason couldn’t quite remember, but it definitely didn’t sound good.

Marcus’s eyes darted around all over the place, panic once again setting in as he tried to piece together what just happened, how he got there, why the world is spinning, why he feels like he’s about to throw up, why everything is far too bright, far too loud, far too-. “Hey, hey, Marcus, look at me. Look at me - you’re fine, okay? You’re fine.” Jason speaks calmly, softly, with a gentleness that feels very foreign coming from him. He held Marcus’s face in his hands, more as an attempt to stop him from moving his head so fast he’d break his neck, than anything else.

“You’re in the car, yeah? Just got here, carried you over. Everything’s dealt with now - they’re gone. You’re safe now.” No unnecessary details, no messing around, just straight to the point, slow enough for Marcus to take it in.

It takes a moment, but Marcus nods, slowly, and his eyes finally lock on Jason’s as his breathing begins to relax. It’s still fast, but it’s a start. 

“In… The car… Okay, okay, yeah… The car.” He says absentmindedly between breaths, struggling to find Jason’s hand to grab onto while staring off somewhere in the distance. 

Jason moves his hand and holds onto Marcus’s, squeezing it gently. “Yep, right here. Not goin’ anywhere.” He smiles. A genuine smile, warm, welcoming. No ulterior motive behind it. Marcus notices, and the whirring in his brain stops almost instantly. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of Marcus for even a second, looking at him with a kind of intensity that, for the first time, didn’t scare him. How long has he been looking at me like that…? Never realised he had that many freckles. Huh.

They remain in silence for a moment, as Marcus continues to analyse every square inch of Jason’s face - not the distraction he’d ever openly admit to wanting, but any distraction is a good one at this point. His eyes eventually land on the gash on his forehead, and he jumps forward, almost knocking Jason to the ground.

“Christ, are you okay?!” He yells, far louder than intended, gesturing towards all the blood. How did I not see that before…? It’s all over his face… He looks-.

“Fuckin’ hell…” He gasps, quickly regaining his balance, deciding now is a good time to get back on his feet. His legs were starting to hurt. “Yeah, yeah. It’ll heal.” He waves his hand about, brushing off Marcus’s rightly-placed concern. It was a big cut, not like a papercut or anything. It was deep. 

“Are you sure? ‘Cause it looks-.”

“Yeah, s’fine. Not even a prob-... Look, doesn’t matter, anyways. Are you alright?” A brief pause. “Fuckin’-. Stupid question, ‘course not.”

“I mean… I’m… A little tired, I guess? But it’s not-.”

“Little fuckin’ tired? God, I-. Shit. Just dragged you outta hell pretty much. My own fuckin’ fault that even happened in the first place. Don’t say it’s fine, it’s not fine. Clearly. Could’a got you killed, or hurt, or-. Fuck. I don’t know. Bein’ fuckin’ careless. Listen, I-...” An ever longer pause, followed by a deep, exasperated sigh. He shakes his head, and starts walking around to the other side of the car. He can’t bear to look at Marcus while he’s talking about feelings. It’s weird. Especially with him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t paying enough attention, and-. And then we got fuckin’ ambushed or some shit. By ghouls no less! The hell’s all that for? Bullshit. If it happens again, I’m gonna-. Fuckin’-. Man, I’m gonna do somethin’. That’s for sure.” After he began to apologise for, well, everything, the rest of the words just started falling out of his mouth like he was trying desperately to cover it up. The whole situation was a mess. He was a mess. If he can’t keep Marcus safe, then what’s even the point?

He blames himself for something that hasn’t happened - Marcus is relatively unscathed, save for the minor mental and emotional damage caused by the meltdown he had, but he could recover from that. It wasn’t permanent. But, it had negatively affected him, and Jason couldn’t help but be mad at himself for it. Why, though? Why him? Until he met Marcus, he didn’t care how he made others feel, or if he put them in danger - but now? He’s making a conscious effort to be… Nice. Comforting him? Taking him out of that situation as soon as he could? Where did all that come from? Besides trying to hunt down their shared ex-boyfriend, this guy… This guy is suddenly the most important thing in his life. And he hates it.

Seeing the look on Marcus’s face when the fight started, when the bullets started flying, it filled him with… Rage? Fury? An overwhelming urge to protect him, no matter the cost? Whatever feeling it was, it made whatever little self-preservation instinct he had left evaporate entirely. Fighting, not as a means of getting rid of the enemy, but to stop them from getting to Marcus. That was all that mattered, in that moment. And he hated that even more. Putting your own life on the line for someone you’ve only known for a little over a month… 

Jason continues to grumble to himself as he gets in the car and slams the door closed. He grips the wheel tightly, knuckles turning white almost instantly. “So, I mean-. Yeah. Sorry for… Y’know.”

Marcus turns around in his seat, tucking his legs into his chest as he closes the passenger side door. He looks at Jason and… Smiles? Well, it’s definitely an expression, whatever it is - a positive one, at that. “It’s fine, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for, it was… Bound to happen at some point. In this line of business.” The words feel heavy coming out of his mouth, his eyes even heavier, his head throbbing. That meltdown really took everything out of him. And yet, it was over almost as fast as it had begun, thanks to Jason. The last person you’d ever expect to help someone out of a panic attack so effectively.

“Pfft, line of business, huh? And what would that be? Bad luck?”

“Ghosts. Our business is ghosts.”

“And we’re not even gettin’ paid for it? Need to start chargin’ extermination fees, I think.”

“Who’s paying us? The ghosts? The ghosts are paying us to kill them?”

“Fuckin’ weird business model. But, hey. If it works, it works, right?”

Marcus laughs - snorts, even. Usually, he’s embarrassed about his laugh, so he tries as best he can to hold it back. But, at this moment in time, he’s far too tired to even bother, and lets it happen. Unfiltered. And it’s a sound that makes Jason’s head spin. If he wasn’t already sitting down, he’d be on the floor. It’s music to his ears, not that he’d ever admit it, of course. There’s very little he loves more than making Marcus laugh - which was, unsurprisingly, very easy - just so he could hear it again. And he hated that, too. Marcus was making him soft, breaking down his cold exterior, effectively ruining the facade he’d so expertly crafted over the last few years.

“So, you wanna ge-.” He turns to Marcus, who had somehow fallen asleep within seconds, using the window as a cushion of sorts. “Guess that works too… G’night, sleepyhead. Sweet dreams.” He whispers, and sets his eyes back on the road once more, a small smile on his face.

The moment doesn’t last long, though, as his face distorts, expression turning to one of disgust - directed at himself. Sleepyhead? Sweet dreams? Fuckin’ seriously? If I say that again, I’m killing myself. I hope he didn’t hear that.

Shit. Did he hear that? He glances back at Marcus once more, just to make sure he was most definitely knocked out. His nose was scrunched up, nostrils twitching ever so slightly, like a rabbit. As Jason had come to understand, that was a face he would only make when he was fast asleep. Yet another thing he hated, the fact that he just knew that. So many of Marcus’s little quirks were ingrained into his brain, more than he ever expected. Why? What’s so fuckin’ special about him? Nothin’. Nothin’ at all… Well-. Maybe-. Shit.

This guy’s gonna get me killed one day.

#oc tag #EVBERYTHING I WRITE WITH THESE TWO IS SO SHORT. AND ALSO SO GAY #IM SORRY THE ENDING ALWAYS COMES AROUND SO NATURALLY SO EARLY ON AURGRHJGTH #I WANT TO WRITE LONGER THINGS. I PROMISE

[barbex]

18 days of fenders

Remember this event from... April, by @18daysoffenders​? Well, I say it is done when I’m done. I’m still fiddling with those prompts and will probably turn them into actual fics one day. Here’s prompt 14. It’s kind of sad at the end, fenders makes me weirdly emotional and angsty right now.

14. Puppy Eyes 

She giggles. The witch giggles as she looks at him. Fenris fights against the tightness in his throat at seeing Merrill like this. Some part of him still fears that she will turn on them one day, for power, for her mirror, for whatever else a dalish trapped in this mess of a city could wish for. 

But it's been years. For years he has walked aside three mages, a blood mage, a force mage, and a healer mage. Has it been five years? Six? Five and a half, maybe? For years he has been travelling with these mages, fought along their sides, trusted them at his back, accepted their magic to freeze enemies for him, crush them with invisible force, or heal him. 

Even if the one pinpoint of his hatred is still out there, he has found friends here, almost a family. And mages are part of it. 

So he turns to Merrill and smiles. And means it. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're in love!"

"No. I am not." The tips of his ears feel hot and he knows he's blushing.

Merrill smiles gently and lowers her voice. "You keep looking at Anders with big puppy eyes, every time his back is turned."

"There are no puppy eyes," he mumbles.

"It's all right, you know." Merrill puts her hand on his arm, her magic sizzling in his markings. She notices his discomfort and quickly pulls her hand away. "Sorry." She looks at Anders walking in front of them. "I don't know why you both make this so difficult. Even you can be happy once in a while, it won't hurt you."

"Are you sure about that?"

Merrill turns to him. She looks unusually serious. "No, I guess I'm not. It's always a risk to admit to your feelings, to open yourself like that. It makes you vulnerable. Whether you're a mage or not, you're giving someone the ability to hurt you terribly but if you never do that, your life remains cold and empty." 

Fenris is struck with the realisation that Merrill has taken this years long journey just like him and it changed her too. Even if she still appears naive sometimes, she isn't anymore. Her relationship with Hawke grew slowly, even though she must have felt very lonely after her clan rejected her.

"You and Hawke," he asks carefully, "how did you... how did you know it was the right thing to do?"

Merrill smiles gently, glancing at Hawke's back. "I didn't. You can never know unless you take the risk of being wrong. It took me a long time until I realised that I didn't want to be without her. And even then..."

"What?" 

"I braced myself for rejection. I was certain she never thought of me that way." 

Fenris slows his steps as something burns in his stomach. "But you asked her anyway?" 

"And I kissed her."

A breath of relief leaves him. Kissing he can do.

Merrill looks at him, a smile curving her lips. "But asking comes first, before the kissing."

"What are you two talking about?" Hawke stopped ahead of them and looks at them with a slightly forced smile, suspicion in her eyes. Fenris can't blame her. He doesn't quite understand himself why Merrill and him can suddenly talk to each other.  

"Nothing," Merrill says and skips ahead like a baby goat. "Have you seen any Crystal Grace? I found a recipe for salve that warms the skin and it needs Crystal Grace."

"No, I haven't." Hawke throws another look at Fenris, an eyebrow raised in question, but then turns back to Merrill. As soon as her eyes hit Merrill, the frown melts form her face, making room for a slightly stupid smile. "They grow near trees, don't they?"

The two women walk ahead as they keep talking about various plants and where they grow. The way they look at each other — Fenris wonders if that's what Merrill meant by puppy eyes. 

Anders is further ahead, too far away from them. He's a mage, he shouldn't be out front like that. Fenris walks up to him. "Mage, you should stay back."

"Since when?"

"Since you are..." His voice gets stuck in his throat when Anders' gaze falls on him.

"A mage," Anders helpfully supplies. "You can say it, we're not in Kirkwall." 

Confusion must show on his face. 

Anders gestures at the shrubbery and sunny cliffs around them. "There's no templars around to hear it."

Fenris startles at the realisation how dangerous a conversation like this would have been for Anders if they were somewhere in Hightown. "Yes, a mage," he says, continuing his dropped trail of thoughts. "Mages stay back, behind warriors or sl... people covering them."

"No slaves will cover me," Anders says under his breath, hearing what Fenris didn't say. "I will stay back when it makes sense, but I will not let someone else eat the attack that was meant for me."

"You are no magister." 

Anders' eyes flick to him. "That much should be obvious, I would think. What kind of magister would I be, in Tevinter?"

"A dead one." He doesn't even have to think about it. "You care too much."

"There go my dreams of someday being free." Anders' voice is subdued but Fenris hears him anyway.

"Even if you were not dead, you would not be free."

"Mages are enslaved, too?"

"Yes." Fenris looks at the ground. They've reached a beach, and up ahead, Merrill and Hawke are already pulling off their clothes to jump into the sea. "The ones who don't do bloodmagic are too weak to protect themselves." 

Blue light shines on his feet and when he looks up, the blue glow dances like lightning over Anders' skin. Anders' body tenses and the light dies down. "Yes, it's unjust, we know," he mumbles to himself, or rather to his spirit. 

Anders stretches his neck. He lays his staff on the ground, carefully. He covers it with his coat and then toes off his boots. "That's why you think the Circles are good. Powerless mages locked up in a special prison, that sounds perfect for you." There is no malice in Anders' voice, he's stating a simple fact

Fenris can't say anything against that because it's true. 

Anders pulls his shirt over his head and turns his back towards Fenris. He gasps in shock. Anders' back is a mess of deformed scars, whip marks, burns, and cuts he obviously was not allowed to heal.  

"Anders..."

"What?" Anders turns around, staring defiantly at Fenris. 

"Who did this?"

Anders laughs out bitterly. "Who do you think? The Circles. Templars. And it was all my fault, I wasn't a good little mage. What do you think I'm talking about when I say that the Circles are abusive?"

"But you never said..."

"That it happened to me? What difference does that make? Being woken by a kick in the head, my food dumped in the trash because I didn't thank a templar nicely enough?" Anders kicks sand up with his feet. "Why should it matter that I was beaten, again and again, if all of that happens every day? What's the point of me talking about the templars who exchanged chocolate for using my ass? I've been saying all of this for years!" 

He takes a shuddering breath and his shoulders sink in defeat. He scowls at Fenris but quickly averts his eyes. "I heard what Merrill said about puppy eyes. Don't worry, I know that's now how you look at me."

"I'm..."

"Don't." Anders holds up his hand. "I don't need your pity." He drops the rest of his clothes and runs towards the water, sand flying up behind him. 

Fenris can see tears streaking down his cheeks before he dives into the water. He doesn't know what to do with his scattering thoughts as he watches Anders swim out. 

#18daysoffenders #fenders #fenders fic #Fenris x Anders #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #my writing

[everlasting-leo]

what’s your mutant’s ability?

IMMORTALITY. Leo can’t die.

what’s your mutant’s classification level?

DELTA. She passes for human, and indeed it took her quite a while to realise something was different about her.

how old were they when they first discovered their abilities? how did it happen?

For Leo, it was more of a slow dawning realisation than a lightning bolt. She thought she was just lucky to heal very quickly from any little wounds or illnesses, and then her appearance remained unchanged by the years. For so long it was laughed off as good luck, but eventually her lover realised that while he withered and grayed, she would be as sparkling as the day he met her.

There were two points that led to her fully accepting it. The first was when she went through the menopause and really understood that though years were passing, she was unchanging. The second was when she survived a poisoning administered by a woman with whose husband she had slept, and she experienced little more than a stomach ache.

so, what can your mutant do with their abilities?

Leo’s power is a passive one. She can’t control it or influence, she is simply stuck in stasis. So far as she can tell, she simply can’t die by any natural or violent means. She can still feel pain, but she heals so quickly that it rarely does more than inconvenience her: if injured, wounds close even as you look at them.

…and what can’t they do (at least, not yet)?

Dislocations are inconvenient. They won’t go back in themselves, and she needs to find someone to pop the limb back into joint any time it happens. She’s also not sure she’d survive beheading, and she’d rather not test it.

She also can’t mature. As best she can tell, Leo stopped ageing around 25 years old. Now, she is almost 500 but she still has the mentality of a woman in her mid twenties

what’s one thing they hope to learn or are currently trying to learn with their abilities?

While she doesn’t have any specific goals or hopes in mind, she would like to learn more about herself and why she is like this. The last couple of decades have been terrifyingly efficient in terms of technical progress, and she’s interested to see what doctors make of her and her cells. If an evil scientist wanted to experiment on her she would simply agree.

what is the most powerful thing your mutant can do with their abilities? do you think they would actually do it?

Leo has a power that she’s not aware of. If her body were to become truly irreparably damaged -- i.e. decapitation -- her consciousness would transfer to the nearest host and she would possess them. It’s not just her body that’s immortal, it is her consciousness, and it doesn’t matter if she would use this power, because it will happen anyway if she loses her head.

what are your mutant’s weaknesses?

The first thing Leo would think of is her infertility. Recently she has come to understand that at birth, your ovaries hold all the eggs they ever will. They can’t produce more. Immortality can’t change that, but if medical science ever got to a point where she could have eggs synthesised she would love to take that option. Infertility is the one thing she can’t ‘heal’ from, because it’s not really an illness.

Something she is not particularly cognizant of, but may become a risk, is the slow descent into madness that immortality can bring. She’s seen so many people die, she’s lived through situations many people would probably rather not survive, and she forgets so many treasured memories. That eventually takes its toll on a person.

do they use their abilities in their day-to-day life? in what ways?

Being immortal is great if you’re a sloppy bitch. Can’t find the oven gloves? Just grab the hot dish out of the oven, your hands will be fine in a moment. Don’t want to wait to cross the road? No problem, she’ll just walk out into traffic and hope for the best, because it’s not like it’s going to kill her.

as a mutant, do they have any goals? dreams?

She’s not hugely ambitious, but what she does like is inspiring younger mutants to find confidence in themselves and pursue their goals and dreams. Leo knows she’s not the most useful person, so she feels like this is the only real way she can contribute.

how do they feel about the last 30+ years of mutant history? notably, the presidential address of 1983 and the essex house?

She’d been working at the Institute long enough by then to know she ought to be afraid during the president’s address. The idealistic part of her wanted to think what a blessing it would be for mutants in the world to know they weren’t alone, but in reality she knew it would be bad. In the aftermath, she really enjoyed listening to her patients and learning more about their take on the address. Sometimes Leo struggles to know what to think about things, so they helped her to inform her own opinions.

The Essex House escape marks the only time Leo ever argued with Charles. Typically she is very easygoing but she felt it was wrong to stay quiet. While she appreciates his quietly seeking out the escapees to help them, she thinks he should have done more and urged the government to help properly. Though for her own part Leo thinks she wouldn’t mind being experimented on (centuries of curiosity about your own biology and the ability to heal very quickly will do that to you ), she understands that the mutants at Essex House didn’t consent to being there; the things done to them were atrocities and it genuinely lowered her opinion of Charles when he didn’t pull out all the stops.

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[primofate]

Hi there, can I request the boys seeing you got injured or being attacked, whichever is fine ^^

Hey anon! You didn’t specify how injured but I’ll just run with it hahaha :)

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Scenario: You got injured Part 1

Part 2 with Zhongli

Part 3 with Xiao

Characters: gn! reader x Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe

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Diluc

“Master Diluc, if I could just interrupt--” one of the caretakers in the winery walked up to his office and prepared for the assault of words that could be fired towards him, sure enough, Diluc interrupted. “What is it? I’m a little busy right now, make it quick,” he hadn’t turned his face to look at the grim expression weaving in and out through the caretaker. Hadn’t bothered to look up to check if there was anything amiss, but the caretaker continued quickly “It’s Y/N,” the caretaker had only paused for a moment but Diluc had already picked his head up at the mention of your name. It was here that he realises something must have gone wrong, the caretaker’s expression was not a pleasant one. He was up on his feet, eyes widening a fraction at the following words, “They came back to the mansion seconds ago and they’ve been injured past what Adelinde could fix so we called for a doctor—”

In Diluc’s hurry he had stumbled over his chair, it tripping behind him with a thud on the floor but he ignored it and fast runs towards your room. Dear Archons he should NOT have let you go on that commission by yourself. You could hold your own, yes, but things happened and he really should have thought that through first. He was berating himself for it as he swung the door open. “Y/N?!” 

The urgency in his voice tells you that he perhaps had the wrong idea of what was happening, it was really just a gash on your leg, although it was bleeding profusely, the cut must have been deeper than you thought. The maid had already placed a tourniquet to stop and slow the bleeding. You tried not to show it in your face, not wanting to alarm your lover any further, but it. hurt. like. hell. “Diluc, I’m fine, it’s just a gash,” 

The maid that was previously sitting on the chair next to your bed moves away, Diluc replacing her, his eyes didn’t tear away from the wound on your leg, his expression contorted to that of worry and nervousness, before finally turning to your face, reaching a hand out to cradle your cheek. “Stop lying. You’re pale, you’re sweating--” of course he sees through you, he knows the second you get upset, knows every crease on your forehead and every slight furrow of the brow. He had memorized every inch of his beautiful, beautiful treasure. “Your hands are trembling, you’ve lost too much blood, where’s the doctor?!” He grips your hand at the realization that you might actually be in a more dire situation than presented, and just on cue the doctor comes through the door, asking for some time alone with you to do his job. 

Diluc paces outside the door, unable to stay in one place for long. He kept thinking about how frail you looked. How, if you were unlucky, it wouldn’t have just been your leg. He shook his head at the thought. He didn’t know how he was going to let you out of his sight from then on. He knew full well it would annoy you to have him following you around everywhere but.... How could he not after this?

The doctor emerged half an hour later and explained that you just needed a bit of rest and that, with a little healing magic, you didn’t need the stitches at all. “Don’t let them use that leg for a day and they should be fine, it’s nothing life-threatening but they did lose a lot of blood and is going to need time to recuperate. They’re asleep at the moment,” 

Diluc takes note of everything and quietly slips into your room. They must have sedated you in the process and he sighs as he plops down on the chair that was still placed next to your bed. His eyes soften at the sight of you finally relaxed and less in pain, hand reaching out to brush off strands of stray hair that blocked his view of your face. “You’re the only one who can scare me this much,” he mutters under his breath, as if complaining and he swears that he sees a very small and light grin on your face, as if teasing him. He smiles a little, just happy that you’re stabilized and leans in to kiss your forehead, opting to stay by your side till you wake up.

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Kaeya

“What do you mean unconscious?”

“J-Just as we said, Captain. They were unconscious when we found them,” Kaeya sighs in slight exasperation. Normally he was a jolly camper but when the knight in front of him is unable to say how injured you are, Kaeya gets a little wordy. “I meant to say why were they unconscious? Were they hurt? Where are they now?”

Kaeya stands. He was in the middle of some Favonius paper work. “They were bleeding profusely from the head,” Kaeya stops as if lightning has struck him and stares pointedly at the knight. “These details should be said early on,” he thought that it had just been something less threatening. Perhaps you had somehow passed out, exhausted, on your bedroom floor. Or perhaps had just rolled from the bed and onto the floor. They said that they found you in the bedroom, and his blood froze when he realizes that someone went in there to attack you.

Kaeya doesn’t bother talking the other knight into giving better reports next time, he’d do that later. He could guess that you were probably taken into the Favonius infirmary. Sure enough, when he walks in there, face scrunched up into what could only be described as worry and anger mingling together, you were awake, head bandaged up and your eyes meet. His heart breaks at how you still smile at him despite the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you. He stands next to the infirmary bed and gingerly touches your cheek, peering into your eyes. “Y/N, what happened?” he asks, eyes scanning the bandages wrapped around you. “Who did this?” and there was that angry and cold undertone in his voice that you rarely heard, as if his cryo vision had taken over his whole being.

“I’m sorry, Kaeya, I-- I can’t quite remember,” You put a hand up to cover half of your eye, your head was still throbbing and in quick realization Kaeya eases up on you and gently pushes you on your back to rest. “It’s fine, sorry, I just--” he cuts his own speech off and takes a deep breath in. Focus on the good. He tells himself. “I’m glad you’re alright, take it easy, I’ll take care of things,” By that he means he might just slaughter whoever even had the guts to break into your house and attack you in the middle of the day. The break-in was reported by townspeople, and Kaeya was sure as hell he’d get every witness to describe that asshole’s face. 

“You’re staying with me for the moment,” he decides quite quickly, and you had no qualms with that whatsoever. Hearing that you had no protest at all, he grins and leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, afraid to hurt you. “No complaints? Perhaps this was your grand scheme all along to come live with me,” You can’t help but chuckle at how quick he bounces back. “Maybe, honey. Maybe,”

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Albedo

“Ow--” the knife clatters to the floor, as blood starts to pool around your finger. Albedo spins around at the meek sound you make, ignoring the knife on the floor and strides over to you just as you’ve turned on the sink and started running water on the small cut on your finger.

“Let me see,” You turn to him, blinking. His face was blank. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he was staring straight at you. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s just a small cut,” but he doesn’t waver and glances at the water running over your finger. “Let me see,” he tries again, this time rather forceful. That got you to obey. Turning the faucet off and awkwardly offering your hand to him.

He receives it and cradles it in his as if it was porcelain, upturning your hand to look at the small cut on your pointer finger. It was tiny. Really nothing compared to wounds that a knight might sustain. Albedo sighs and looks up at you, “Don’t go anywhere,” before stalking off, coming back a few seconds later with a first aid kit. “...Al, it’s alright, it’s not a big deal,” Albedo would only let one person give him a nickname. You. No one else. Frankly he thought the nickname was weird but if it danced on your lips, he didn’t mind it at all.

“Y/N, you’re mistaken if you think I’m going to take this lightly,” he takes out some ointment and a small roll of bandage, starting with the ointment. “Everything and anything that hurts you is a significant thing,” his gaze darkens, as if glowering at that microscopic cut. “Miniscule or massive, it doesn’t make a difference to me,” he starts wrapping your finger, “if it taints your skin, I cannot help but feel--” he doesn’t know the right word, but you do, judging from how his hold on your wrist tightens. 

A soft smile paints your features at how he was such a worry-wart. Sometimes he was so bad at navigating his own feelings but you could decipher them anyway, from his actions. You let him worry over you, and thank him once he’s done. He finishes his work by taking your hand, and pressing it to his lips, his eyes darting up to lock on yours. That made you blush every damn time. His green eyes were just so mesmerizing, and so was his heart.

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Childe

Dear mother of the Archons, perhaps whoever was responsible for your injuries had some type of death wish. Everyone should offer prayers for whoever had cut you up. Your arms and legs were littered with small scratches from trying to run away from the attackers, you thought going through the thick forest was a good idea. In essence, it had slowed the thieves down. They had managed to throw a fire bomb at you that severely burned your right hand, and the right side of your abdomen. 

Perhaps it was thanks to adrenaline running through you that you had actually managed to make it to the gates of Liyue, just before the bridge, but you’d crumpled down right then and there. The Millelith guards didn’t recognize you, but the three Fatui agents walking on the bridge did. “Someone had better tell him,” The group of Fatuis scrambled nearer to you, one of them picking you up, but glancing at the other who had just spoken up. “I’m not doing that, you do it,” it was slightly comical, seeing them pass off the duty of who was supposed to report to Childe about it. “You know how he gets when it comes to them, I’m not doing--” then one of them finally gets their bearings together.

“Shut up, get them to the healer first,” The tallest one shoves the one carrying you, urging him to go fast and off he went. Now it was just two Fatui agents looking at each other. Two Fatui agents who decided that they would just face his wrath together. “Sir,” one of them starts as Childe turns around to look at them. He actually had no tasks today and was just about to go off to find you. “About Y/N...” Childe’s eyebrows shoot up, what in the world could these agents have to say about you? “We’ve sent them to the healers, they collapsed at the entrance of Liyue, it... doesn’t look good...”

All hell descends upon Childe’s demeanor and poise. His face darkens, his eyes burning holes through the two agents and his fists closed up on his side. His bow appears and hovers behind him, the only thing that shone through his dark person. “The two of you--” he starts, “are going to find out who did it. I’m expecting a report by nightfall,”

Childe himself shows up at the healers quarters, and was told of your condition. “Their hand is going to scar,” keeps reverberating in his head. Like the sound that he imagines the skulls of those who dared touch you crunching under his feet, over and over again. Childe actually winces when he sees you. Small bandages on your arms and legs from the scratches, your right hand wrapped up adequately and, he couldn’t see it now, but he was sure your abdomen was wrapped too.

You cracked an eye open, feeling another presence in the room. Childe immediately appears next to you, leaning over the bed and watching your expression. “...It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asks, tracing over your bandaged hand. You remained quiet for a moment before nodding your head slowly. Just remembering it caused a blinding pain in your mind’s eye. You’d been given drugs to ease the pain now, but there were still traces of it lingering on your skin. “How dare they,” both your eyes snapped open at Childe’s nearly contorted voice, shadowed and overpowered by rage. 

You pick up your good hand and touch his arm with the tips of your fingers. You didn’t like it when he got like this. “Childe, it’s alright,” far from it, but it was the only reassurance you could offer. He catches your hand and brings it up to his face, pressing your hand to his cheek as if it was a lifeline. “It’s not. It’s not,” he repeats to himself, his anger also stemming from the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you. “They’ll regret even laying eyes on you,” You knew he wanted to go now, knew that he wanted to get to the bottom of it, but you yet again pull your hand away to grasp at his shirt, the fabric scrunching up under your hold. “...But stay with me for tonight? Please?” 

That got him. He would never say no. His form relaxes and he leans in to kiss your lips, gentle yet with a hidden hunger in them. “Of course,” he simply says, as if his previous agenda forgotten.

But he would never forget. He would never forget for as long as he could see that scar. 

Tomorrow, he would decimate each and every one of them.

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[suna-reversed]

Sukuna’s kinks headcanons// f!reader

(warnings/tags)- dacryphilia, cockwarming, breeding kink, exhibitionism, degredation, soft sex, just major Sukuna brainrot, the last one is barely even smut cause I’m such a whore for soft sukuna ✨

taglist- @thenoceurgirl @sexykpoprincess-blog @erenbae @tomsadversary @melaninpozp​ @basicallystillafetus

Breeding kink

-he wouldn’t do it all the time because sometimes he just prefers cumming over your face and chest while you’re down on your knees.

- would most likely do it as a territorial thing

- but also because something about watching his cum spill out of your poor abused hole while you’re crying and quivering just really sets something off in him.

—————

you were on your back, your legs pressed against your chest as Sukuna pounded into your over-sensitive hole, groaning loudly as he once again sprayed your insides with his seed. pulling back, he tilted his head down, a smirk etched onto it as he watched white drops dribble out as your pussy clenched around nothing. lining himself up with your slit again, he feels you clawing at him, whimpering, 

“too much...it’s too much.”

ignoring your pleas, he’d enter you with just his tip making you cry out loud. 

“you’re my good little cum-dump aren’t you?” he’d growl out loud while leaning forward towards your face and gripping your jaw firmly with one hand. 

“ye-yes I am.” you’d reply, holding your breath at the close proximity of his face to yours as his cock slides in deep inside of you once again. 

“good. that’s all your pathetic cunt is for anyways.” 

Cock warming/voyeurism 

- Sukuna takes what he wants when he wants. 

- but he also does love seeing you writhe and squirm on his thick cock while begging for him to move.

- and he’d never admit it but having your velvet heat wrapped around his cock feels like a different kind of heaven 

—————

“argh- fuck- please just fuck me” 

“tsk tsk, such a foul mouth you have. I wonder where that was when you were fluttering your lashes and bending low in front of the brat.” he says, pulling your hips down onto him further, “Did you really think I wouldn’t bury myself inside of you right here?”

to the normal eye, it would’ve simply looked like two lovesick fools in the park with how you sat perched on his lap, face buried into his chest as his arms held you so tight that you could barely breathe. 

But little did the people passing by know that the curse had rid his member from his briefs, deftly pulling aside your panties as he buried himself to the hilt, the perverse image only being obstructed by the thin material of your skirt. you wondered if someone would notice your muffled mewls and shaking legs if they stared for long enough. 

“you better start moving little one, we’re not leaving till I can feel your juices drip down your legs.”

Soft sex

- okay so was the concept of something gentle and slow even possible for the malevolent curse?

-well, when it comes to you in pain...sort of yes. 

- it would most likely occur if you get gravely injured during a mission or in a fight. 

- it would be the first time that the realisation of just how vulnerable you are would actually hit him.

——————

looking over at your frail figure wrapped under heaps of blanket, Sukuna feels an unfamiliar sensation tug at his chest. it feels like his throat is burning and freezing all at the same time while a heavy lump forms at the back of it. he’s pulled away from his internal paranoia as he watches you struggle to sit up. moving quickly, he uncharacteristically puts an arm around you to act as a brace. the tightness in his chest eases a bit as he hears a soft giggle leave your mouth, 

“I’m healed enough to move on my own now. Don’t tell me you’ve gone all soft.”

Bitter words crawl up to his tongue but before they can escape, you turn your head towards him, eyes filled with so much admiration as you cup his face. instinctively, a scowl forms on his mouth, disappearing as soon as you give him a big toothed smile. at that moment, he feels a tingling sensation bubbling in his chest and he’s not able to contain himself as he presses his lips to yours. it’s like he’s never kissed you before. it was always rushed, messy and full of desire. this is slow, deep and passionate. like something much more intimate. 

for the first time in centuries, Sukuna doesn’t know what to do as your hand creeps it’s way up under his white shirt. he knows what you want. he just does not wish to cause you any more pain as of now. but he feels himself unable to voice that sentiment as he continues to stare into your eyes, your foreheads pressed together.

“I’m not made of glass.” you whisper, seeing right through his inner conflict. 

still, it is a completely different person who gently cradles your head, pushing you back down to lay onto the bed. slowly stripping you of your clothes as every single mark and scar on your body is peppered with kisses. and when he entirely fills you up, tender whispers of “you’re staying with me forever” and “don’t ever do that again” have you convinced that this is all a dream. 

later on, you sit with him in the bathtub, back pressed to his chest as he rubs small circles into the side of your neck. 

“ As much as I loved this, I will miss my grumpy bitter cat who liked to bite me every now and then.”

“I will bite your face off if you let this get to your head brat.”

your laugh echoes in the steam filled room as you push your head back against his chest, sighing contentedly as you close your eyes, a small smile still etched onto your face.

brushing loose strands of hair away from your face, the curse simply lets himself admire the serene look on your face, silently promising himself to destroy anyone who dares to ever hurt his queen.

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[theshelbyclan]

Welcome to the chaos, little one

Summary: Giving birth is never easy, especially when it’s a Shelby x Solomons baby���

A/N I’m so slow with requests but a while back the lovely @fandom-puff​requested: Omg sorry to be a pain but I’m a sucker for Shelby chaos 😭😭😭 can I request something linked to A Very Shelby Christmas where the labour of baby Solomons is just as chaotic? But it could also be sweet like the bros finally accepting Alfie bc they all care about YN so much and can’t stand to hear her in pain, all while YN is screaming that she’ll cut off more of Alfie’s dick than his rabbi would even dare to if he ever tried to bed her again 😭😭😭 omg the chaos 👉👈 ily 💓💓 Here we go! This is part 2 to the story A Very Shelby Christmas

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“Not now, Y/N,” Arthur groaned. Ada rolled her eyes, remembering keenly when her brother had spoken those iconic words before. “It’s not like I can help it, Arthur,” you spit. 

Polly grabbed you by your arm as you doubled over again, “Alright, sweetheart, it’s time. Come with me…” “Not yet, Aunt Pol,” you panted, “It’s too early.” “The baby doesn’t have it’s own pocket watch yet,” Ada commented matter-of-factly, as she took your other arm. “Fuck!” you called out again as another contraction set in, “Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck!” “Nice.” “Oh, piss off John, you want to try this?” “Not really…” “Tommy!” you turned to the one family member who hadn’t said a word yet, “Get him.” “And who would that be, eh?” he replied in a low voice. “Thomas…” Aunt Polly warned softly. He raised his eyebrows, “Finn? You want Finn at the birth?” “WHY WOULD I WANT MY FUCKING BABY BROTHER HERE?!” Tommy waved a vague hand, “General comfort?” Now Aunt Polly’s eyes flashed with anger, “Thomas! Go get her husband, right now!” Tommy sighed deeply, still trying to ignore the fact that his little sister was now Mrs. Solomons, and said, “Come on boys, let’s get them all together and wet this baby’s head! Leave the women to it.” And you groaned, “Thank you…” Once Alfie would be here, everything would be easier.

*** “Solomons!” “No need to shout, mate, I’m right here, ain’t I?”

Slowly Tommy lit a cigarette and started smoking it, “It concerns my sister.” “You mean the glorious creature that made me the luckiest man on earth by marrying me? My wife? Mrs. Alfie Solomons?” A small twinkle appeared in Alfie’s eyes as he saw Tommy’s jaw tense up just a little at his words. “Yes.” “How is the old lady doing?” Alfie asked conversationally. “In pain,” Tommy replied, “She’s in labour, more to the point.” “You fucking what?” “She’s with her aunt Alfie, she’ll be fine.” Alfie blinked a few times, “Tommy I swear to God if you’re playing some fucking game with me I will shoot you between the eyes right here and now. You’re telling me my wife is in labour and you’re standing there casually smoking a cigarette, waiting for some fucking woman to tell you it’s done?” “Yes,” he nodded, “Well, I was about to go the Garrison. Thought we might bury the hatchet and you could join us.” “Have you lost your fucking mind…” Alfie said slowly, while rubbing his chin. Tommy cleared is throat and with a slight hint of uncertainty in his voice said, “It’s tradition.” “Well, if you’ll pardon my French, fuck your fucking heathen traditions, I’m going to my fucking wife and you are fucking coming with me. And bring your fucking family while you’re at it!”

*** “Why are we here?” John leaned in to Arthur slightly while asking the question in a hushed voice. “Alfie insisted.” “Why?” Arthur raised his voice, “Ask Tommy, alright? I don’t bloody know! I’m guessing it’s another Jewish thing…” On the other side of the door, you were most definitely in labour now. The pain was worse than anything you’d experienced before and you were seriously questioning your sanity at this point. “Aunt Pol?” Ada asked carefully after about an hour. Polly moved over from your side down to your legs and said, “What is it?” “Something’s wrong.” “THOMAS!” Polly bellowed as soon as she had taken a look, “Get me some more towels.”

“What’s happening?” A panicked Alfie asked from the hallway. But Polly pushed him aside and started ordering Finn to boil more water. “Woman!” he demanded, “You fucking tell me.” “She’s bleeding,” she answered quickly, “and I can’t see why.” “What can we do, Pol,” Arthur asked, wild-eyed. “Get a doctor. One we can trust.” Arthur dragged John with him, even before Polly had finished her sentence. “What about Sabini’s men?” John asked, “We were supposed to deal with them tonight. What if they come here?” “Shoot them,” Tommy said simply, as he lit another cigarette in a nervous manner. Inside the room, you were now screaming your head off. Of course you had realised giving birth would be painful, but not like this. The sight of Ada going slightly pale didn’t help either and panic had started mixing in with the general anxiety of the process, so your screams got louder and louder. “Pol…” Ada called out again, “What do I do?” In that moment, Alfie pushed passed her and fell down by your side, “I’m here,” he said softly. “I can see that,” you panted between shouts, “but why? You’re not supposed to be here.” “Out,” Aunt Polly said strictly, “This is no place for men.” And then Tommy walked in as well, averting his eyes and grabbing your hand at the same time. “What?” he said when Polly send him a death-glare, “If Alfie gets to stay, so can I!” “Fucking children…” “Alright, sweetheart,” Polly focused on you again, “This baby needs to come now.” Your eyes grew wide, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Alfie replied for her, “You’ll be fine. You’re doing brilliant, babes.” “How the fuck would you know!” you shouted out. He shrugged, “Educated guess?” “Had a lot of experience with this, eh?” Tommy grumbled sarcastically. “This,” Ada pointed at the both of them, “This is why men shouldn’t be in here.” “I’m not fucking going anywhere, especially if my wife is in danger.” Tommy just shook his head in reply. “Danger?” you asked suddenly, “What does he mean in danger?” “No danger, love,” Ada soothed you, “if you just push.” And so you pushed, with every bit of strength you had in you. But then a gunshot sounded outside, followed rapidly by another two. Everyone looked up. “John,” Tommy clarified with a single word. “You’re being awfully cavalier about baby brother John getting shot there, Tommy…” Alfie commented. Tommy looked at Alfie with a frown that spoke volumes, “John just shot Sabini’s men. I told him to.” “Oh, good. Saves me the bloody trip.” “I can see some hair!” Ada called out suddenly. “What colour?” Alfie replied at once. And John stuck his head around the corner of the door, “Took care of them.” “We heard,” Aunt Polly grumbled. He hopped from one foot onto the other uncertainly, “Anything else I can do?” “Yeah, you can fuck off mate!” “Alright, I’ll stay, since you asked so nicely.” “John, just get the fuck out!” your sister shouted. The birth was chaos enough as it was and now all these boys were only adding to it instead of helping. And on top of it all, Finn stumbled in practically falling over his own feet with a bucket of water, splashing Aunt Polly in the process. This was more like a madhouse than a family occasion. But John pointed at Alfie indignantly, “He gets to stay!” “Push, Y/N,” Polly urged again, and so you did. “Nice one,” John laughed at Finn, “you literally had one job, mate.” “Mrs. Gray?” Alfie asked carefully, “Sorry to interrupt you there, alright, but I just wanted to quickly check, because you mentioned the hair, yeah? What colour? Because I’m sure I’ll love my son all the same if he’s blond, but I might just need to mentally prepare myself…” And then you finally burst out in anger, “Can you all just shut the fuck up for a second! I’m actually trying to have a fucking baby here!!” “Right, sorry about that love,” Alfie moved closer to you and grabbed your hand again, “Please continue. You’re doing brilliantly, even if he is blond…” Tommy chuckled lightly in the background, which made you even more angry somehow, “Alfie, I swear to God or Adonai or whatever you want to call him, do nottouch me again because remember how you said you couldn’t remember your circumcision?”

“Yes,” Alfie mumbled in mortal fear.

“You will remember when I do it. Remember how you told me of your rabbi doing it when boys are eight days old, because then it heals faster?”

“Yes...” he gulped.

“I’ll make it slow sweetheart. Really fucking slow.”  

“Right,” he said with big eyes, “What exactly would you have me do then except for just standing here like some great big bloody useless piece of shit?”  

“Shut up!”  

“Noted.” *** You weren’t sure what had happened exactly in that last hour. Apparently you’d lost a lot of blood and things had gotten hazy very quickly. Ada and Aunt Polly had stopped talking altogether and they had managed to save you, despite the bickering men in the background. You did remember that Alfie and Arthur had gotten into a fight at one point, but apparently they managed to resolve it quickly when the doctor arrived and they took turns in beating him up because he was no longer needed. Anger really does bring people together.

Of course, none of that really mattered now, because you were now holding a perfect baby right there, in your arms. Finn just stared at the baby, completely in awe. “Not blond…” John sounded a little disappointed. Arthur grinned, “But bloody perfect.” “Gorgeous, just like the mother,” Polly hugged you carefully. “Shelby good looks.” Tommy nodded slowly, with a sense of pride in his voice. “Any names yet?” Ada asked, “I bet you’ve picked them out ages ago, haven’t you?” “I have,” you smiled, “but couldn’t say them out loud yet, so we didn’t really discuss it. It’s bad luck.”

Uncharacteristically, Alfie hadn’t said a word yet.

“Mr. Solomons?” you said, gazing up from your one love to the other, “I believe you have a daughter.” And finally he smiled, deeply and incredibly in love as he held her tight with both hands. And in the most tender way possible he looked at you, grinned and said, “Fucking hell!”

***

Masterlist

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[its-deputy-caleb]

How do you think the gang would be like with a s/o who’s a vampire? (especially micah, javier and charles please!!)

okayy these are super rushed and i didn't do all of them bc i want to get into the habit of not guilt tripping myself into thinking i have to do every character every time and that its okay to pick some and not all. so I didn't do everyone (but i def included everyone you asked for anon!! <33) and for anyone waiting for a fic, they're coming soon but i'm so stressed with work that i can only manage hc's atm.

side note: i know literally nothing about vampires and i'm just going off what the internet says vampires can do. enjoy <33

Dutch Van Der Linde

Despite the fact that you’re already Dutch’s favourite because of your significance as his partner, he ends up loving you even more because you’re a vampire.

Your strength means that you’re able to complete almost any job successfully and he won’t stop praising you both privately and to the rest of the gang in his speeches.

Dutch actually goes out on a few jobs with you because he knows he will be safe under you watchful eye and he never fails to smile at the sight of heavily armed gunmen quivering with fear because you’ve scared them.

Your ability to sense other peoples thought’s and feelings can sometimes be a curse but your power is super handy when you need information for jobs like finding out bank codes or when a stagecoach is coming in.

However your telepathy can leave you with headaches or can make you tired and overwhelmed so Dutch always lets you lie down on his bed in his tent.

Your head will be in his lap and he will rub slow circles on your forehead or lightly scratch your hair to help in whatever way he can so you can sleep and get some much needed rest.

Charles Smith

Charles is the supportive boyfriend through and through, so learning you’re a vampire definitely doesn’t change the way he sees you.

He will always offer for you to drink from him despite the pain it seems to bring because he loves you that much but you’re always going to worry about hurting him.

You’re always flattered to see Charles running around trying to bring you back something extra from his hunting trips because he wants to see you happy and healthy.

Your vampirism allows you to control or connect to animals and knowing how much nature means to both you and Charles you’ve never used your power to hurt any of them.

Instead you help Charles when he comes to you about the bison that have been killed mercilessly and for sport.

While Charles goes after the horrid poachers who did this, you use your powers to herd the remaining bison to a more protected area in the heartlands to see that they’re all safe.

Arthur Morgan

You and Arhtur have always been easy going and lighthearted with everything you do, so learning you’re a vampire is nothing new.

Arthur always jokes around whenever you sneak up on him because you can teleport and the fact that you’re a vampire doesn’t change much in your relationship.

Sometimes Arthur will flex his strength and throw you over his shoulder and carry you around camp but you simply teleport out of his grasp and pick him up instead.

All jokes aside Arhtur is still a gentle soul and worries about you all the time.

He will make sure there is nothing around camp that could harm you like your typical garlic, metals and religious symbols.

Arthur makes an effort to keep some areas of the camp shaded so you can sit and be with everyone on really sunny days.

His heart always skips a beat whenever he sees you hurt on jobs but he soon realises you have extremely fast healing but that doesn’t stop him worrying about you.

Javier Escuella

Javier loves you regardless of the news that you’re a vampire and he won’t hesitate to keep your secret safe if that’s what you want or he will totally boast about it and encourage you if you want to tell the gang.

The fact that you’re a vampire actually brings you two closer together.

Your senses were heightened the minute you turned and you can pick up on all the little changes that he feels.

Sometimes when you’re on a job or when there’s tension at the saloon you can sense when Javier gets edgy and you never fail to slide your hand in his and hold it.

If you’re tired from being in the sun for too long, or you got too close to reverend’s bible Javier won’t hesitate to pull you into your shared tent and lay down with you till you feel better.

He’ll cuddle up to you and do whatever you need until your strength is back, oh and there is lots of kisses.

Micah Bell

Micah probably has no idea what you’re talking about until he comes back from a job all bloodied and you see the effect it has on you. He’s never seen you look so intensely at him before, never seen you look at him with that wild look.

When he finally figures it all out that you’re a vampire he’s super cool with it and loves how badass you can be on jobs.

You’re one hundred percent stronger than him and he’s in absolute awe of how you take out enemies.

He’s super jealous of your strength and your speed, not only are you stronger than him but your speed means he has no chance at winning five finger fillet. But despite how grouchy he is, whenever you bet against him you always let him off easy and just ask for hugs and kisses instead.

If Micah ever acts up or is an asshole just bite him and put him in his place.

You totally notice him deliberately antagonising Arthur and Bill more in camp so you can bite him more often.

He won’t openly admit it but he loves when you drink from him. You warned that it would be painful but its Micah for fucks sake he’ll probably moan from it.

#vampires are pretty dope tho #thank u anon! #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #charles smith #charles smith x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #micah bell #micah bell x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 writing #rdr2 headcanons #red dead redemption 2

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FEARLESS (TAYLOR’S VERSION) SENTENCE STARTERS PART ONE

(( collection of ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SEVEN sentence starters taken from TRACKS 1 - 13 of TAYLOR SWIFT’S album ‘ FEARLESS (TAYLOR’S VERSION) ’ . ))

001.  FEARLESS  . ‘  there’s  something  ‘bout  the  way  the  street  looks  when  it’s  just  rained  .  ’ ‘  you  know  ,  i  wanna  ask  you  to  dance  .  ’ ‘  you’re  just  so  cool  .  ’ ‘  i  don’t  know  how  it  gets  better  than  this  .  ’ ‘  i  don’t  know  why  but  with  you  i’d  dance  in  a  storm  in  my  best  dress  .  ’ ‘  baby  ,  drive  slow  ,  ‘til  we  run  out  of  road  .  ’ ‘  i  wanna  stay  right  here  .  ’ ‘  in  this  moment  now  ,  capture  it  ,  remember  it  .  ’ ‘  i’m  not  usually  this  way  .  ’ ‘  it’s  flawless  ,  really  something  .  ’ ‘  it’s  fearless  .  ’

002.  FIFTEEN  .  ‘  it’s  the  morning  of  your  very  first  day  .  ’ ‘  try  and  stay  out  of  everybody’s  way  .  ’ ‘  you’re  gonna  be  here  for  the  next  four  years  in  this  town  .  ’ ‘  you  know  i  haven’t  seen  you  around  before  .  ’ ‘  when  you’re  fifteen  and  somebody  tells you  they  love  you  ,  you’re  gonna  believe  them  .  ’ ‘  count  to  ten  .  ’ ‘  take  it  in  .  ’ ‘  this  is  life  before  you  know  who  you’re  gonna  be  .  ’ ‘  we’ll  be  outta  here  as  soon  as  we  can  .  ’ ‘  in  your  life  you’ll  do  things  greater  than  dating  the  boy  on  the  football  team  .  ’ ‘  i  didn’t  know  it  at  fifteen  .  ’ ‘  all  you  wanted  was  to  be  wanted  .  ’ ‘  back  then  i  swore  i  was  gonna  marry  him  someday  .  ’ ‘  i  realised  some  bigger  dreams  of  mine  .  ’ ‘  don’t  forget  to  look  before  you  fall  .  ’ ‘  i’ve  found  time  can  heal  most  anything  .  ’ ‘  you  just  might  find  who  you’re  supposed  to  be  .  ’ ‘  i  didn’t  know  who  i  was  supposed  to  be  at  fifteen  .  ’ ‘  take  a  deep  breath  .  ’

003.  LOVE STORY  . ‘  we  were  both  young  when  i  first  saw  you  .  ’ ‘  my  daddy  said  “  stay  away  from  juliet  ”  .  ’ ‘  i  was  crying  on  the  staircase  .  ’ ‘  please  don’t  go  .  ’ ‘  romeo  ,  take  me  somewhere  we  can  be  alone  .  ’ ‘  i’ll  be  waiting  ,  all  there’s  left  to  do  is  run  .  ’ ‘  you’ll  be  the  prince  and  i’ll  be  the  princess  .  ’ ‘  baby  ,  just  say  “  yes  ”  .  ’ ‘  keep  quiet  ,  ‘cause  we’re  dead  if  they  knew  .  ’ ‘  you  were  everything  to  me  .  ’ ‘  they’re  trying  to  tell  me  how  to  feel  .  ’ ‘  this  love  is  difficult  ,  but  it’s  real  .  ’ ‘  don’t  be  afraid  ,  we’ll  make  it  out  of  this  mess  .  ’ ‘  i  got  tired  of  waiting  .  ’ ‘  my  faith  in  you  was  fading  .  ’ ‘  i’ve  been  feeling  so  alone  .  ’ ‘  i  keep  waiting  for  you  ,  but  you  never  come  .  ’ ‘  is  this  in  my  head  ??  ’ ‘  marry  me  .  ’ ‘  you’ll  never  have  to  be  alone  .  ’ ‘  i  love  you  and  that’s  all  i  really  know  .  ’

004.  HEY STEPHEN  . ‘  i  know  looks  can  be  deceiving  .  ’ ‘  i  know  i  saw  a  light  in  you  .  ’ ‘  you  might  have  me  believing  i  don’t  always  have  to  be  alone  .  ’ ‘  i  can’t  help  it  if  you  look  like  an  angel  .  ’ ‘  can’t  help  it  if  i  wanna  kiss you  in  the rain  .  ’ ‘  come  feel  this  magic  i’ve  been  feeling  since  i  met  you  .  ’ ‘  i  can’t  help  myself  .  ’ ‘  i’ve  got  some  things  to  say  to  you  .  ’ ‘  i’ve  seen  it  all  ,  so  i  thought  ,  but  i’ve  never  seen  somebody  shine  the  way  you  do  .  ’ ‘  don’t  you  ever  change  .  ’ ‘  why  are  people  always  leaving  ??  i  think  you  and  i  should  stay  the  same  .  ’ ‘  you’re  perfect  for  me  .  ’ ‘  why  aren’t  you  here  tonight  ??  ’ ‘  i  could  give  you  fifty  reasons  why  i  should  be  the  one  you  choose  .  ’

005.  WHITE HORSE  . ‘  say  you’re  sorry  .  ’ ‘  that  face  of  an  angel  comes  out  just  when  you  need  it  to  .  ’ ‘  i  honestly  believed  in  you  .  ’ ‘  stupid  girl  ,  i  should’ve  known  .  ’ ‘  i’m  not  a  princess  ,  this  ain’t  a  fairytale  .  ’ ‘  i’m  not  the  one  you’ll  sweep  off  her  feet  .  ’ ‘  this  ain’t  hollywood  .  ’ ‘  i  was  a  dreamer  before  you  went  and  let  me  down  .  ’ ‘  it’s  too  late  for  you  and  your  white  horse  to  come  around  .  ’ ‘  maybe  i  was  naive  .  ’ ‘  my  mistake  ,  i  didn’t  know  to  be  in  love  you  had  to  fight  to  have  the  upper  hand  .  ’ ‘  there  you  are  on  your  knees  .  begging  for  forgiveness  ,  begging  for  me  .  ’ ‘  i’m  not  your  princess  .  ’ ‘  i’m  gonna  find  someone  someday  who  might  actually  treat  me  well  .  ’ ‘  it’s  too  late  to  catch  me  now  .  ’

006.  YOU BELONG WITH ME  . ‘  you’re  on  the  phone  with  your  girlfriend  .  ’ ‘  she  doesn’t  get  your  humour  like  i  do  .  ’ ‘  she’ll  never  know  your  story  like  i  do  .  ’ ‘  dreaming  about  the  day  when  you  wake  up  and  find  that  what  you’re  looking  for  has  been  here  the  whole  time  .  ’ ‘  if  you  could  see  that  i’m  the  one  that  understands  you  .  ’ ‘  why  can’t  you  see  ,  you  belong  with  me  ??  ’ ‘  i  can’t  help  thinking  this  is  how  it  ought  to  be  .  ’ ‘  hey  ,  isn’t  this  easy  ??  ’ ‘  you’ve  got  a  smile  that  could  light  up  this  whole  town  .  ’ ‘  you  say  you’re  fine  ,  i  know  you  better  than  that  .  ’ ‘  have  you  ever  thought  just  maybe  ..  you  belong  with  me  ??  ’ ‘  you  belong  with  me  .  ’

007.  BREATHE  . ‘  none  of  us  thought  it  was  gonna  end  that  way  .  ’ ‘  people  are  people  and  sometimes  we  change  our  minds  .  ’ ‘  it’s  killing  me  to  see  you  go  after  all  this  time  .  ’ ‘  i  don’t  know  what  to  be  without  you  around  .  ’ ‘  you’re  the  only  thing  i  know  like  the  back  of  my  hand  .  ’ ‘  i  can’t  breathe  without  you  but  i  have  to  .  ’ ‘  never  wanted  this  ,  never  wanna  see  you  hurt  .  ’ ‘  people  are  people  and  sometimes  it  doesn’t  work  out  .  ’ ‘  nothing  we  say  is  gonna  save  us  from  the  fallout  .  ’ ‘  hope  you  know  it’s  not  easy  for  me  .  ’ ‘  no  one’s  here  to  save  me  .  ’ ‘  i’m  sorry  .  ’

008.  TELL ME WHY  . ‘  you  might  think  i’m  bulletproof  ,  but  i’m  not  .  ’ ‘  down  here  from  the  ground  ,  i  see  who  you  are  .  ’ ‘  i’m  sick  and  tired  of  your  attitude  .  ’ ‘  i’m  feeling  like  i  don’t  know  you  .  ’ ‘  you  tell  me  that  you  love  me  ,  then  cut  me  down  .  ’ ‘  i  need  you  like  a  heartbeat  .  ’ ‘  you  know  ,  you  got  a  mean  streak  .  ’ ‘  here’s  to  you  and  your  temper  .  ’ ‘  yes  ,  i  remember  what  you  said  last  night  .  ’ ‘  i  know  that  you  see  what  you’re  doing  to  me  .  ’ ‘  tell  me  why  .  ’ ‘  you  could  write  a  book  on  how  to  ruin  someone’s  perfect  day  .  ’ ‘  i  got  no  one  to  believe  in  .  ’ ‘  you  tell  me  that  you  want  me  ,  then  push  me  around  .  ’ ‘  why  do  you  have  to  make  me  feel  small  ??  ’ ‘  you  ask  me  for  my  love  then  you  push  me  around  .  ’ ‘  i  let  you  go  .  ’

009.  YOU’RE NOT SORRY  . ‘  i’ve  been  giving  out  chances  every  time  and  all  you  do  is  let  me  down  .  ’ ‘  it’s  taken  me  this  long  ,  baby  ,  but  i’ve  figured  you  out  .  ’ ‘  you’re  thinking  we’ll  be  fine  again  ,  but  not  this  time  around  .  ’ ‘  you  don’t  have  to  call  anymore  ,  i  won’t  pick  up  the  phone  .  ’ ‘  this  is  the  last  straw  .  ’ ‘  don’t  wanna  hurt  anymore  .  ’ ‘  you  can  tell  me  that  you’re  sorry  but  i  don’t  believe  you  ,  baby  ,  like  i  did  before  .  ’ ‘  you’re  not  sorry  .  ’ ‘  you’re  looking  so  innocent  ,  i  might  believe  you  if  i  didn’t  know  .  ’ ‘  you’ve  got  your  share  of  secrets  and  i’m  tired  of  being  last  to  know  .  ’ ‘  and  now  you’re  asking  me  to  listen  ‘cause  it’s  worked  each  time  before  .  ’ ‘  you  used  to  shine  so  bright  ,  but  i  watched  all  of  it  fade  .  ’ ‘  this  is  the  last  straw  ,  there’s  nothing  left  to  beg  for  .  ’

010.  THE WAY I LOVED YOU  . ‘  all  my  single  friends  are  jealous  .  ’ ‘  he  says  everything  i  need  to  hear  .  ’ ‘  i  couldn’t  ask  for  anything  better  .  ’ ‘  you  look  beautiful  tonight  .  ’ ‘  i  miss  screaming  and  fighting  and  kissing  in  the  rain  .  ’ ‘  it’s  2am  and  i’m  cursing  your  name  .  ’ ‘  you’re  so  in  love  that  you  act  insane  ,  and  that’s  the  way  i  loved  you  .  ’ ‘  it’s  a  rollercoaster  kind  of  rush  .  ’ ‘  i  never  knew  i  could  feel  that  much  .  ’ ‘  that’s  the  way  i  loved  you  .  ’ ‘  he’s  charming  and  endearing  and  i’m  comfortable  .  ’ ‘  he  can’t  see  the  smile  i’m  faking  ,  and  my  heart’s  not  breaking  ,  ‘cause  i’m  not  feeling  at  all  .  ’

011.  FOREVER AND ALWAYS  . ‘  you  looked  me  in  the  eye  and  told  me  you  loved  me  .  were  you  just  kidding  ??  ’ ‘  we  almost  never  speak  .  ’ ‘  i  don’t  feel  welcome  anymore  .  ’ ‘  baby  ,  what  happened  ??  please  tell  me  .  ’ ‘  one  second  it  was  perfect  ,  now  you’re  halfway  out  the  door  .  ’ ‘  you  feel  so  low  you  can’t  feel  nothing  at  all  .  ’ ‘  he  said  “  forever  and  always  ”  .  ’ ‘  it  rains  when  you’re  here  and  it  rains  when  you’re  gone  .  ’ ‘  i  was  there  when  you   said  “  forever  and  always  ”  .  ’ ‘  was  i  out  of  line  ??  ’ ‘  did  i  say  something  way  too  honest  ??  ’ ‘  thought  i  knew  you  for  a  minute  now  i’m  not  so  sure  .  ’ ‘  you  didn’t  mean  it  ,  baby  .  ’ ‘  did  you  forget  everything  ??  ’ ‘  we  said  “  forever  and  always  ”  .  ’

012.  THE BEST DAY  . ‘  i  don’t  know  why  all  the  trees  change  in  the  fall  .  ’ ‘  i  know  you’re  not  scared  of  anything  at  all  .  ’ ‘  i  know  i  had  the  best  day  with  you  today  .  ’ ‘  i  don’t  know  who  i’m  gonna  talk  to  now  at  school  .  ’ ‘  don’t  know  how  long  it’s  gonna  take  to  feel  okay  .  ’ ‘  i  have  an  excellent  father  ,  his  strength  is  making  me  stronger  .  ’ ‘  god  smiles  on  my  little  brother  ,  inside  and  out  he’s  better  than  i  am  .  ’ ‘  you’re  the  prettiest  lady  in  the  whole  wide  world  .  ’ ‘  now  i  know  why  all  the  trees  change  in  the  fall  .  ’ ‘  i  know  you  were  on  my  side  ,  even  when  i  was  wrong  .  ’ ‘  i  didn’t  know  if  you  knew  ,  so  i’m  taking  this  chance  to  say  ,  that  i  had  the best  day  with  you  today  .  ’

013.  CHANGE  . ‘  somebody  else  gets  what  you  wanted  again  .  ’ ‘  i  believe  in  whatever  you  do  ,  and  i’ll  do  anything  to  see  it  through  .  ’ ‘  these  things  will  change  .  ’ ‘  these  walls  that  they  put  up  to  hold  us  back  will  fall  down  .  ’ ‘  it’s  a  revolution  .  ’ ‘  the  time  will  come  for  us  to  finally  win  .  ’ ‘  it’s  hard  to  fight  when  the  fight  ain’t  fair  .  ’ ‘  they  might  be  bigger  ,  but  we’re  faster  and  never  scared  .  ’ ‘  there’s  something  in  your  eyes  says  we  can  beat  this  .  ’ ‘  fight  for  what  we’ve  worked  for  all  these  years  .  ’ ‘  it’s  the  fight  of  our  lives  .  ’ ‘  we’ll  stand  up  champions  tonight  .  ’ ‘  the  walls  that  they  put  up  to  hold  us  back  fell  down  .  ’ ‘  we  never  gave  in  .  ’

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[harrypotterbrainworms]

Snitches give you stitches.

Summary: You’re a Qudditch player who had eyes for a certain magical zoologist and he has an eye for the best (you.) (hurt/comfort if you squint) 

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Male Reader

Key: (Y/N)- your name

Word Count: 1574

A/N: it’s been a while haha. sorry about that, i’ve been preparing to move out and go to uni. so it’s been a bit hard to concentrate on writing. enjoy though!

Newt cheered from the crowd as you flew across his vision, he wasn’t for sports or being outside or cheering really, but seeing you flash a smile and a wink at him made his heart stop. He’d been watching you practice since he could remember, patching you up on more than one occasion, this time was apparently no exception as you stared longingly at him, you lost control of your broom just able to pull up to crash head first and now tangled in a big banner. “(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Newt honest to Merlin ran out onto the field, ducking players as they landed to check on you. You groaned trying to untangle yourself from the banner, not quite succeeding as Newt pulled the last bit off your head. His face inches from yours, checking you for injuries, but all you could think about was the heat in your cheeks as he touched you gently. “I’m fine.” You blurted out, standing up quickly and walking fast to get away from him. You could feel his frown in the back of your head as you limped to the benches, keeping your head plastered to the ground.

Newt sighed, but smiled. You looked fine, but your face fell as Newt watched you get lectured about safety. Your sheepish smile as you charmed the trouble right off of you. He thought it was an amazing skill. The way you handled people, you had said it was more of a curse than a blessing which he couldn’t understand. Newt waved at you from the stands, however you just kept your eyes glued on the real players wishing you were soaring with them, but you could guess why you couldn’t as you saw some people rehanging the banner and throwing away the broom you had somehow broken. Just like that practice was over.

The crowd went wild and so did you and Newt as you sat together, cheering your team on. The first game of the season, your blood was pumping as hard as the other people around you who were definitely more intense than you. Sporting the colours of your team, screaming their chants. You wondered if it might not be better to take Newt down to one of the team boxes, it was much too loud out here for him to be comfortable. “Newt?” You tried to grab his attention, but it was far too loud. So instead you grabbed his shoulder making him turn to you at full speed, the blush quickly settling on his cheeks when he realised it was you. “What?” He shouted loudly at you. “Follow me!” “What?!” He rolled his eyes at the crowd, earning a few dirty looks. “FOLLOW ME!” At Newt the crowd suddenly decided to be quiet at that moment. “Okay” Newt smiled, his whole body freezing when you took his hand to lead him to a quiet box. The atmosphere changed as they entered, your ears ringing slightly.

“This is nice” Newt smiled, sitting clearly more comfortably on one of the seats, his shoulders just slightly pulled back in relief. “Another exciting goal hit by the home team. The chaser once again showed just how little of a chance the competition of winning. Come on lads! Come on!” They watched the game in mostly silence, your hand trying so hard to inch closer and closer to Newt’s, but as you almost reached out a pinkie, the crowd quieted in anticipation before the announcer shouted into the microphone. “The snitch has been spotted!” You could see him jump up and down in his chair from here even. Newt squinted his eyes, trying to find it, but failing, you put a hand on his shoulder (successfully) pointing out the little gold speck on the field. You both felt the heat around the areas you touched. Newt cleared his throat out as you yawned, pulling away with a small frown.

“A few moments, folks, that’s all it takes for a win. The teams are down to the hair, none have enough points to qualify, who will be left behind?” The announcer blared through the box as they now sat 2 seats away from each other. “Oh no, folks, our star chaser has lost control, the strong gust of wind has added a disadvantage to our seekers as well.” You watched in horror as the chaser caught a particularly strong wind causing him to spin out of control and crash against the grass, clutching his leg, but the crowd went insane, you both looked up to see your team had caught the snitch.

“You need me to w-what?” You stuttered as you watched your teammate getting patched out, benched for a few days to heal.

“Play. You saw what just happened. We need you out there, rookie.” Your coach’s brows glued together, his face red and sweaty like he had played with them. You gulped.

“Did you hear that?!” He did a little jump excitedly, you just groaned, looking down at your feet. He frowned, unsure of why you wouldn’t be happy. “Hey… You’re... a g-great player” He tried to compliment you more specifically, but he didn’t know how. Newt put a hand awkwardly on your shoulder, patting it. You shrugged it off. “What’s wrong? You haven’t been well all week.” He frowned, looking at your face up and down for any signs of way. A sad glint in his eyes as you sighed. “I’m not good enough.” You muttered. “What?” He asked, you guessed he didn’t hear you. “I’m not good enough!” You shouted back, making Newt step back away. “What? How? You’re the best!” He exclaimed confidently, you laughed a little too grimly. “I’m not. Not by a lot.” “No. You are. I know that, I wish you did.” He frowned harder than you thought. “Don’t act like you don’t pity my washout. Don’t act like you love me at all. Not like me.” You shouted back, he gasped, taking another step away. You shut your hand over your mouth.

Newt darted his wide eyes around your face, betrayal and hurt painted it across it as he turned his back on you. You had the largest pit in your stomach as a quidditch uniform was thrown into your arms along with a team broom. Your heart was beating in your ears as you exited into the field. You saw Newt leave in the corner of your eye, to sit in the stands. How were you supposed to do this? All of your insecurities were obvious as you mindlessly played with the hem of your shirt, fidgeting in every way possible. Strapping and unstrapping your gloves, switching broom hands, all the works. Newt was looking more and more concerned as he watched you step on your broom.

Your teammates made quick work of their warmups, looking as concerned as Newt as you continued to dissociate. You had given up all hope of your quidditch dreams when you got bumped to the reserves, you never actually thought you’d play again. Not like this. You had managed to pull a few stretches and

You stared up as the seeker’s sped past almost through off your balance, luckily the beaters on each side of you bumped you into a straight course as you somehow managed to score another goal. The other team’s keeper looked pissed.

“Keep formation!” One of them shouted at you. Breathe in and out, you thought, inhaling deeply as you dove to catch. You heard the crowd cheering, catching a glimpse of Newt who was cheering just as furiously, which made you smile. You got the signal from your seeker and realised it was time to spread out for space. It was the checkmate now. You changed formation, baiting the other team to follow your movements allowing your seeker the space she needed to get the snitch she had spotted. You scored 2 more goals in formation, confidentially dodging the other team and before you had time to notice, your seeker whizzed past catching the snitch right under your nose. Winning the game. You let out a laugh as you slowed down, diving for the field.

You landed aggressively, surrounding your seeker, the team hugging each other. You had qualified, even with you on the team, you were going to the world’s. You heard someone call your name from behind, it was Newt running towards you at full speed. “You were amazing!” He shouted as he came to a stop almost tripping into you, a small blush across his cheeks from running. You laughed “You can say it” You smiled sheepishly as he let out a full belly laugh like you hadn’t heard before. “I told you so.” He grabbed you for a tight hug, pulling away, you stopped to look at him.

He was out of breath on account of running half the field to hug you, a wide smile painted on his face and the stadium light reflected off his pale skin, only exaggerating the heat on his face. He looked pretty. “You’re amazing.” You huffed out, pulling him in for a kiss, he stiffened at first, a little confused and angry. He had wanted to kiss you first, but he relaxed into it pushing against you, his hand reaching for your neck in fear of fainting against your flattery.  

“Whatever.’ Newt said breathlessly, grabbing your hand shyly as you pulled him to the team to celebrate.

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x male reader #quidditch player reader #quidditch #newt scamander #fantastic beasts #newt scamander x y/n #male reader #fluff #a little insecurity for flavour #hurt comfort if you squint

[starlessea]

Here Comes the Sun: XXIV. Hey Jude (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

A/N This is the final chapter of Here Comes the Sun. See the end for notes. I hope you enjoy!

Series Masterlist: Here Comes the Sun

Summary: Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.

Words: 5622

Chapter Warnings: Language, Violence

They say that all good things must come to an end, but what no one ever talks about is how the bad things must, too. Just like how you might wake up from a nightmare - doused in sweat and trembling - or how a wound may stop stinging a couple minutes after you rip the bandaid off, those bad things are never permanent.

You’d forgotten that, somewhere along the way.

But looking up at Tyreese’s face, and hearing Judith’s cries as she startled awake, you began to think that the bad things had indeed ended - and that the good things were starting to begin afresh.

“Tyreese?” You choked out again, over the sound of Judy’s wails.

The man sank down to the floor with you, hands running over your arms as he took in the sight of the bruises that littered your skin - and the small cuts that had healed crooked. He shook his head in disbelief, and you felt the way his palms quivered as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I can’t-” you stuttered, suddenly noticing the weight that settled into your bones, but the burden that had been lifted from your shoulders. “You’re alive.” You breathed.

You felt the man nod against you, before he pulled back to inspect your injuries.

“The others,” you stammered out, wide-eyed, “have you seen them?” You asked. “Daryl-”

“Slow down, Teach.” The man interrupted. “You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

Tyreese glanced over at Judith, strapped to your back and wailing, and tried to hush her quiet. He undid the cloth binding that kept her there, and gently lifted her from you. You flinched.

It didn’t feel right.

You’d been carrying her since the fall of the prison - and it made you feel sick when you no longer felt the weight of her. Tyreese seemed to sense your discomfort, watching you as you watched him cradle her to his chest. Then, he walked over to his backpack on the floor, and unzipped it.

“Here.” He said, offering out a small protein bar. “Eat this.”

You took it, hesitantly, as though afraid it might crumble from your touch. It didn’t - so you quickly fumbled with the wrapper, before devouring the stale muesli. It was dry, and stuck to your throat before you could wash it down. You coughed, choking on it.

“Slowly.” Tyreese reminded you, retrieving a bottle of water from his bag.

You did as he said, before glancing over at the man who hadn’t yet been acknowledged. He was bound in the corner of the cabin, wearing a smirk that reminded you of someone from your past who you’d rather forget. The only difference was that this one was still alive - for the time being, at least.

You shot a look at Tyreese, prompting him for answers. He was rocking Judith, and her cries had ceased for the meantime - enough for him to speak quietly to you.

“I was with Carol.” He explained. “Ran into her after she left the prison. Good thing she was already out here when it all happened.”

You paused, wiping away the water that trickled out from the corners of your mouth as you took a sip.

“She left the prison?” You questioned, as though you hadn’t heard him the first time.

Tyreese stopped lulling Judith, and looked over at you with narrowed eyes. Then he shook his head again and sighed.

“I forgot you were out of it for so long.” He said, as though he’d just remembered something he wished he hadn’t. “It don’t matter now. I found Carol.”

The look in his eyes was reassuring, but you didn’t feel any sense of relief. Carol wasn’t in the cabin. Tyreese may have found her at one point, but he might as well have lost her again.

“Where is she?” You asked, noticing the way he shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

Tyreese looked back over his shoulder, at the man bound in the corner of the room. He wore that same smirk that made the hairs on your arms stand up on end, and his nose was bloody - as though he’d been punched.

He probably had been, you thought, and immediately scowled at him.

Tyreese nodded towards the stranger, gesturing to him, before meeting your eyes again.

“We stumbled across this guy on our way to a place called Terminus.” He told you, before walking over to his backpack and fumbling around in it.

He pulled out a walkie-talkie and held it up for you to see. “Heard him talking on the radio about them capturing a woman with a sword and a kid in a sheriff’s hat.” He spoke, spitting out the last part.

Your stomach dropped.

“Michonne and Carl?” You blurted out, but you already knew the answer.

Tyreese nodded, confirming your suspicions. “We don’t know if the others are with them, but Carol left to go and find out.” He pointed to the other man once again. “I stayed behind to keep an eye on him.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Shaking your head, you pressed your knuckles down onto the floorboards and attempted to stand - but your legs were much too shaky.

“Why is he still alive?” You yelled, looking at the man in disbelief. “We need to go and help her!”

Judith startled at your tone, and began to cry. You were immediately overcome by guilt, but you didn’t back down - and neither did Tyreese.

“He’s alive because he’s a human being.” He shot back, sternly.

You laughed a bitter laugh. Like that even mattered anymore.

You’d seen it for yourself - the way Tyreese fought against the governor’s men back at the prison. This was no different.

“And you’re not going anywhere like that.” He went on, his voice raising with each word. “You can’t even stand!”

You couldn’t - but you wouldn’t let that stop you.

“Tyreese, I passed the point of collapsing a long time ago.” You admitted, more quietly this time.

In truth, you should have broken down a couple of days back, once the food had run out and you’d stepped on that piece of broken glass that never really healed right. Or maybe you should have given up on the day you raided four pharmacys only to find nothing you were looking for. You’d considered it, but then Judith would cry - and you’d stand straight back up.

You shook your head slowly, and felt your lip quiver. “We can’t just let her go alone.”

You’d die for Carol, and you were almost certain she’d do the same right back. You felt that way about all of your family, and couldn’t bear to just let them march to their deaths. You opened your mouth to speak, but Tyreese cleared his throat before you could.

“She’s not the same Carol from the prison.” He said, with complete certainty. “I’ve been with her for a while. That woman’s strong.”

“I know that-” you argued, but Tyreese cut you off.

“Then you need to trust her.” He warned, but placed his free hand over your shoulder gently. “And get your strength up whilst we hold down the fort here.”

You glanced around the cabin. It seemed secure enough, and you’d only seen a few walkers looming around outside. You weren’t convinced, and Tyreese could see it.

“She should be back by nightfall at the latest.” He added, stroking the top of Judith’s head to calm her.

Finally, you nodded. She’ll be back by nightfall, you repeated to yourself - but even in your thoughts your voice sounded uncertain.

You settled down onto the blanket that Tyreese had placed on the floor for you. Despite your unease, he’d convinced you to try and take a nap - so that you could get your energy back up. You needed to be ready to leave at a moment's notice, and even if you didn’t want to admit it, Tyreese had been right; you could barely stand.

The wool felt itchy on your cheek, but you were grateful for it. Since the prison, you hadn’t once laid your head on something soft - often sleeping upright, startling awake at every sound. Most nights, you’d been too afraid to let your eyes shut, since you didn’t want to take them off Judith for even a second.

But now Tyreese held the baby in his arms, and promised to look after her whilst you got some well-deserved rest. So, you did just that - and let sleep wash over you like a tide pulling back the sand from the shore.

Though, when you awoke it was far too quiet.

Your head was fuzzy, but your thoughts were clear enough to warn you that something was amiss. You heard whispers, and kept your eyes closed to feign sleep. You lay perfectly still - listening.

“Now you’re gonna walk out that door and close it behind you.” An unfamiliar voice whispered. “If you care what happens to the baby, that is.”

You flicked an eye open. It took everything you had not to react. The man from earlier was now unbound, looming over the makeshift crib you’d set up for Judith. In your peripheral you caught sight of Tyreese, unarmed, with his hands above his head.

“But the walkers-” he started, just as quiet, but stopped as the man shot him a look.

You quickly squeezed your eyes back shut, and tried to keep your breathing natural. They were staying quiet for a reason; they wanted you to remain asleep.

As slowly as you could, you felt around your jeans for your switchblade. You’d come across it after the prison, but it was nearly dull by now. You’d been using it to slice open cans and cut through wire fences during your journey.

“That’s it.” The same voice said. “Slowly does it.”

You could hear footsteps shuffling around you, and then the sound of the log cabin door squeaking.

Then, it clicked shut.

Your eyes shot open, and you reached out of the foot as it passed by your head.

“Disturb their sense of balance.” Daryl had instructed, helping you up for the third time. “It’ll knock ‘em down. Even if they’re bigger than ya.”

The man tripped and fell to the floor, and you quickly jumped on top of him, anchoring your legs either side of his torso. There was shock behind his eyes, but it soon turned into anger as he grit his teeth and swung blindly at you. One of his hands caught the side of your face, as the other went for your neck.

“Don’ let ‘em get near ya throat.” Daryl told you, fingers hovering there lightly to prove his point. “Never.”

You caught a hold of his hand before it made contact, and bent a finger back until you heard it snap. The man yelled beneath you, but he didn’t give up his fight. The two of you struggled back and forth, shouting over the sound of Judith’s cries - who had now woken up.

At some point, you’d managed to pin one of his hands under your knee, granting you enough time to reach for the knife in your pocket. You flipped it open, and caught the man’s eyes widen as he saw his reflection in the blade. It was dull, and you felt sick at the thought.

“An’ most important.” You heard Daryl’s voice say. “Don’ hesitate, Teach.”

You felt the man flinch underneath you, before he lifted his arms in surrender.

“Please wait-” he begged.

But you plunged the blade into his skull with both hands - needing to use the whole weight of your body so that it sunk through.

The man went quiet, but maintained that same wide-eyed expression - except now it was permanent. His throat didn’t gurgle in the way you’d expected it to, nor did he let out any strange sounds that would give you nightmares in the days to come. He was just silent.

Your chest heaved from the struggle, and you shook from an adrenaline that hadn’t settled down yet. But it didn’t feel the same as it had done when you’d shot Tony. This was different. This was you protecting your family.

But he’s a human being.

Tyreese’s voice rang in your mind, and you almost felt guilty for having killed the man as though he was a walker.

Almost.

You clambered off the body, leaving your blade where it was. You didn’t look at him twice. No one who threatened a baby deserved anything more. Judith was still crying, so you quickly rushed to her - and checked her over as you lifted her from the crib.

Then, you remembered Tyreese.

You ran to the door, Judith bouncing at your hip, and cracked it open ever so slightly; you didn’t know what you would find on the other side.

“Teach?” A voice panted, and you opened the door all the way.

Tyreese stood before you, covered in blood with a shovel raised over his head - as if ready to pounce. He quickly lowered it at the sight of you, also bloodstained, with Judith in your arms.

“You-” he started, peering over your shoulder at the scene.

You did the same, letting your eyes settle on the mounds of corpses at his feet.

You shook your head. “Don’t.” You warned. “It had to be done.”

And so the two of you stood side by side, watching as the man’s blood seeped into the chestnut floorboards of the cabin.

“It had to be done.” He agreed, and placed a hand to your shoulder.

After that, Tyreese dragged the body outside and put that shovel to good use in burying it. He gave you a fresh shirt to change into, and took your bloodstained one to cover the man’s face. At first, he’d tried to comfort you, but he soon left when he realised that you didn’t need it.

You weren’t the same person he remembered from the prison, either.

So, you remained inside the cabin, far away from the drying pool of blood - awaiting nightfall. You rocked Judy and listened to her giggles, as though she hadn’t just witnessed a man die right beside her crib. You wanted her to stay this innocent forever, but you knew it was only a matter of time before this new world hardened her the way it had done you.

“Hey, Jude-” you sang, watching her face light up at the melody, “don't make it bad.”

You spun her softly, still not having the energy reserves for anything more.

“Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart-”

You hummed, and stroked her cheek with one finger.

“Then you can start to make it better.”

You finished your song, and Judy gurgled contentedly as she reached for your hair with her plump fists. You didn’t regret what you did in the slightest - not if it meant that she was safe. That was probably what Carol had left to do, as well.

Protect her family.

Your smile dropped as the door swung open, and Tyreese burst into the cabin doused in sweat.

“Teach-” he gasped.

You knew that look. He didn’t have to say a single word.

You clutched Judith to your chest and bounded towards the door, springing it open with your boot before Tyreese could offer to hold it for you. The sky was darker outside - but not quite yet nightfall like he’d said. You could still make out the greyish clouds above you, and the freshly dug grave in your peripheral, which you tried to ignore. The air was warm and damp, hitting your cheek as the wind blew and made you alert.

Maybe it would even rain, you thought, breathing in the humidity.

Then, you saw them.

Coming up over the brow of a hill was a figure - and then it was two. You could make out the shape of that sheriff’s hat against the skyline, clear as day despite the distance - and the fact that it was late evening. The other man was taller, and stumbled slightly as he walked.

It was Deputy Rick Grimes - and his son, Carl.

You thought that you should call out to them, but your voice caught in your throat just like that dry muesli from earlier. Though, your stunned silence didn’t last for long. Judy opened her mouth and let out the loudest wail you’d heard from her yet - startling you awake.

It was lucky that Tyreese had cleared out the surrounding walkers, because you thought that her voice could be heard from maybe a mile out. You attempted to shush her, but then stopped. It was almost like she was calling out for her family - for her father and brother.

You looked up at the figures, who were standing completely still in place, listening.

Then, they ran.

Carl got to you first, beating out his father by a good few seconds. Rick seemed injured, you realised. The younger Grimes was already crying as he came into view, shouting for his sister and calling her name until his voice broke. But when he reached you, it was as though he didn’t know what to do with himself. His hands trembled in front of him as he reached out for Judy; but he didn’t touch her. It was like he didn’t trust himself - or that he couldn’t tell whether she was real.

It broke your heart, and you quickly took one of Carl’s fluttering hands into your own - before placing it gently onto Judith’s cheek. Then, the young boy broke down.

Rick was worse. When he finally made it to you - limping and dragging his leg behind him - he was inconsolable. You’d never seen the officer cry like that; not even after Lori’s death. His face was so swollen to the point that you barely recognised him, and his eyes were bloodshot red. The man collapsed at your feet, falling onto his knees as though in prayer, and you quickly returned his daughter to him.

Judith still wailed, but her cries now matched her father’s - if not became drowned out by them. Carl joined his family as they cried on the ground, jeans covered in mud at the knees. Rick held his children so tightly to him that you thought they might break.

You already had, just from watching the scene play out.

Though, you couldn’t help but feel empty. You stood there alone, watching them as they embraced and wept, and whispered to each other. Judith was no longer strapped to your back, nor balancing on your hip. She’d been reunited with her family - just as you had promised.

Then, you saw Daryl.

They say that the good things must always come to an end, but whoever said that obviously hadn’t met Daryl Dixon. You were utterly convinced that there was nothing in this world that could keep him from you - natural or man-made, mortal or higher power - because there he was.

And he was the best thing of all.

If you could barely stand before, then now you had no chance at all. The moment you spotted his face, as he appeared over the brow of the road and came into view, your legs buckled beneath you. You leant back, stumbling, and slid down against the cabin wall - hand over your face, trembling. Your knees were hugged close to your chest, and you became small - so small that you worried he might miss you.

But he didn’t. His eyes caught yours in an instant and, this time, he ran to you.

By the time you felt his hands on your face, frantically checking you for injuries - with a look in his eyes that seemed as though he questioned if you were even real - you were sobbing. Daryl became a blurred apparition before you, like a ghost you were afraid to touch in case he disappeared. But, his calloused fingers felt real enough - as did his beard as he brought his cheek to yours.

“Daryl-” you cried, voice wobbling, “Daryl-”

He pressed his forehead to yours, and you could feel the dampness of his skin from where your tears had imprinted on him. He was warm, and you were too. The blood had rushed to your cheeks, and it made the dampness feel cool as it settled on them.

Daryl took your hand in his, and pressed kisses over each of your fingertips - clumsily, and rushed.

“‘M here.” He told you. “‘M right ‘ere.”

Then you felt him mumble against them - words about how he thought he’d lost you - and you cried even harder in his embrace. You’d almost forgotten how it felt to have his arms wrapped around you, or to hear his voice - and not just imagine the sound of it through his handwriting.

You pulled back, sacrificing the warmth for a glimpse of his face. You could barely remember that, either - not as clearly as you would have liked, at least. His skin was dirty and bruised, and his lip chapped. It looked as though it had been split open at some point, and had scabbed over as it healed.

You ran your thumb along it gently, but he didn’t flinch. He didn’t seem bothered by the pain in the slightest. His eyes were entirely focused on you.

“Didn’t go falling off any more cliffs, did you?” You finally choked out, but your light-hearted words were betrayed by your tone.

Daryl couldn’t even force a smile.

He furrowed his brows, and stroked your cheek as softly as he could manage. “Felt worse than tha’.” He told you, his voice breaking slightly. “Thought I’d lost ya.”

He sank further into the ground next to you, not seeming to care that his clothes were covered in mud.

“Been wanderin’ ‘round in circles for days, just-” he paused, before collecting himself. “Jus’ lookin’ for ya.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you smiled a watery smile at him. He always promised that he’d never leave you behind.

“Me too.” You whispered, and fumbled around in your jean pocket before pulling out that note to show him.

It was tattered beyond recognition now - the edges frayed and the white paper crumpled up like craters on the moon. It had blood stains on it, too, which looked like little puddles of red - and obscured Daryl’s handwriting almost completely.

The man narrowed his eyes at it, before realisation flashed over his face.

“But you said you’d be back,” you continued, “I just had to wait.”

Daryl took the note in his hands, smoothing it out gently over his palm. He opened his mouth to speak, but remained silent for a few more seconds - reading.

“Ya still got this?” He eventually asked, returning it to you.

He had a guilty expression on his face, as though he was remembering the time he’d written it - back when he left the prison. You folded the paper carefully, and slipped it into your pocket. Then, you took Daryl’s hand in yours, and rubbed circles over his palm with your thumb.

“It kept me going.” You confessed quietly, and then smiled a genuine smile at the man. “But I miss my polaroids, and our walkman.”

Daryl seemed taken aback by the second part - and by the way you so easily slipped into that humour of yours, so natural even as the tears continued to run over your cheeks. He caught one as it fell, and wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“Fuck the walkman.” He spat, and it made you laugh your first real laugh. “I’ll find ya a damned record player. One of those fancy types.”

Finally, Daryl smiled back. It may have been small - only a slight twitch of his lips really - but you still caught it.

“An’ we’ll take more pictures.” He went on, getting louder as he spoke. “An’ ya can hang ‘em up all over the walls for I care.”

You let out a strangled noise, which eventually turned into a chuckle. You shook your head at the man, wondering just what you’d done to deserve him. Even after a few seconds, you still couldn’t figure it out; so you pulled him in for a kiss, instead.

His lips were chapped and dry, but his kisses were still as sweet as always. He held you close and gentle, and tucked your hair behind your ear before he pulled away.

“I’d like that.” You told him.

But in truth, you didn’t care; you already had everything you needed.

After that, everyone walked. Nobody knew where you were headed, but no one seemed to mind. Not once did they ever mention the hunger, nor the blisters that were painful on their feet. You were all back together, just how you were meant to be.

You and Daryl walked hand in hand, trailing along slowly at the back of the pack. Up front was Rick, holding his daughter in his arms like he couldn’t bear to let her go - and Carl kept near them, as Judith held his finger in her entire fist.

You glanced between them - part of you feeling slightly envious. Though, Daryl shot you a look that made you realise he’d caught on.

You really had grown used to the feeling of carrying the baby every day.

Glenn and Maggie walked behind Rick and his family, whispering to one another with beaming smiles much too big for their faces. Beth shuffled alongside them, too, listening in on their conversations like she wanted to be a part of them - but wasn’t quite brave enough.

You were just glad to see the Greenes smiling again, after what had happened to Hershel.

There were a few others that you hadn’t met yet, who had tagged themselves onto the group in your absence. Though, you were in no rush to get acquainted with them; you had all the time in the world now. But for today, you just wanted to spend yours with Daryl - trailing behind the others on that dirt road, navigating rocks in the dark and waiting for the sun to come up.

You had reunited with Carol, however, and the two of you exchanged tearful hugs. Now, you watched as she talked with Tyreese and Michonne, dirt streaked over her face and laughing. She’d gotten a few good claps on the back in praise for what she had done - one from yourself included. Carol was brave; you always knew it.

But now the others did, too.

The road was dark and the air was humid. You were all filthy and tired, hungry and wounded - but somehow, you’d never felt better.

You were right where you needed to be

“Even before the world went to shit, I felt like I had no place where I truly belonged.” You said, catching Daryl’s attention.

It was unprompted, and he didn’t know how to react. In truth, you didn’t want him to; you just wanted him to listen.

“I felt like I had no purpose.” You admitted, and felt him squeeze your hand. “You said that before all this, it was just you and Merle. You'd go wherever he said and do whatever he did.” You recalled, feeling guilty as he flinched at the name. Still, you went on. “In that respect, we were the same.”

Even in the dark, you could make out Daryl’s expression. He seemed entirely unconvinced, but he didn’t interrupt you.

“I might have had some fancy education and a stupid five year plan, but I still had nothing I actually wanted to do.” You explained. “That's why I came out here in the first place.”

Suddenly your palms felt clammy, and you pulled your hand away to wipe it onto your jeans. You’d said too much already; there was no turning back now.

“I wanted to force myself to leave the nest before I became stuck there permanently. Like a flightless bird.” You told the man, and watched for his reaction.

Daryl seemed conflicted. Maybe he’d felt the same way, once. He’d never even left Georgia after all. But quickly, you shook your head, before carrying on.

“Now I do have something.” You explained, and intertwined your fingers with his once again. “I have this group, I have my family, and I have you.”

You smiled into the night, and wondered whether he could see it.

“My home is wherever you all are. Whether it's in a small yellow tent, or some rundown building, or sleeping in a car, or even in a prison cell. Wherever you all are, that is my home.”

You let your voice get quieter, so that only he could hear it. At some point, the two of you had started to take smaller steps, as well - so that you trailed off even further away from the rest of the group.

“Dixon, I belong with you.” You announced, like you’d never been more certain of anything. “I don't care where we go or how we get there as long as we're together. You're my purpose now. You all are.”

This time, the man did speak up.

“An’ yer mine.” He replied, barely able to get a word in.

You didn’t know how long you’d been walking for; it was probably hours. You thought that it would be morning soon, but still nobody stopped. The air hung thickly around you - the Georgia heat not letting up for even a minute - but it was otherwise tranquil. You hadn’t even stumbled across a walker. It was as though life had reverted back to what it had been, just for a single night.

“I don't want to beat this world anymore.” You whispered, and Daryl turned his head to face you. “I just want to live in it.”

You breathed deeply, wishing for some reprieve from the humidity.

“I want to cherish every second selfishly while still wishing we had more time.”

You remembered those days in your tent, before you met the group. Back then, time was the one thing you had too much of. You’d wait for it to tick on, alone, wishing that the days would speed up and take you with them. But now, you only wished that they would slow down - and leave you behind to enjoy each second.

“I used to wonder about how life would be if we had met in the old world.” You said, with a smile. “I'd think about how we might listen to rock n' roll on the jukebox in one of those old biker bars, or how I'd drag you to some dusty bookstore and you'd complain the entire time.”

Daryl chuckled softly beside you, and you realised just how much you’d missed the sound.

“But I don't even think about that anymore. I don't need to.” You dismissed. “Because you, Daryl Dixon. You make me want to live in this world. As it is now.”

Your voice became unsteady, but you still managed to choke out those last words.

“You have my heart, and it loves you more than you could ever know.”

Daryl had that look on his face that reminded you of the first time you ever laid eyes on him - like he couldn’t understand what you saw in him in the slightest. But then, his expression softened, and for once it seemed like he had finally figured you out.

Thunder boomed overhead, and a raindrop landed on your cheek.

Then came another, then another. Suddenly, it was a torrential downpour, splashing at your feet and running down your face like fresh tears. But, you laughed, and raised your hands up to the sky - feeling the coolness in place of the midsummer heat.

“I love ya, too.” Daryl called out, over the sounds of the storm. “An’ I told ya it’d rain.”

Those early hours of the morning were ones you’d never forget - not so long as you had breath in your body. Even before ‘the world went to shit,’ as you’d so eloquently put it, there wasn’t a single moment you cherished more than this one.

The group laughed, and screeched, and ran through puddles calf-deep. The rumbling thunder gave you the cover to be loud, and the permission to not care for the consequences. So you ran through the rain, laughing in it, and feeling it sting at your wounds and disguise your tears of relief.

It was as though the world was being washed clean.

Daryl even took your hand, letting you pull him through the miniature lakes that flooded the road, and held you in his arms as your damp clothes stuck together. His kisses tasted like fresh rain, and his laughs matched the sounds of the booming thunder.

Ever since the farm, you’d been praying for a rainstorm; and ever since the moment Daryl Dixon met you, he’d tell you there’d be one tomorrow.

Then the rain stopped, and you were left in the aftermath - drenched. The night had drifted away, and you could almost smell the morning as it approached. All good things must come to an end, it was true. But with one end comes another beginning.

“Look,” Daryl said, pointing at the yellow sunrise that reminded you of a particular sunken tent, pitched out in the sky.

“Here comes the sun.”

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A/N Dear Readers,

Thank you very much for reading Here Comes the Sun.

Today, the 11th July 2021, marks three months exactly since I wrote chapter one of the series. It is now 24 chapters long, and nearly 150k words.

I really can't believe that it is over; the feeling is so bittersweet. But I sincerely hope that you've found some joy through reading this series, and that Daryl/Teach will stick with you!

I know that I've thoroughly enjoyed writing it, and reading all of the lovely comments I've been left. Thank you, my wonderful readers, for keeping me inspired.

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