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good afternoon, a request please from apollo x reader (daughter of poseidon) how does apollo react if the reader rejects him because he is a playboy (apollo really fell in love with the reader), how can he make him see that he does love the reader

APOLLO X DAUGHTER OF POSEIDON (FEM) ! READER

Apologies for the long wait!

Warning ; language

Being the one and only daughter of Poseidon himself meant a lot. You were perfect — from head to toe and inside out. Unfortunately, an annoyingly persistent god who insists on making attempts to court you thinks you are above perfect. To him, you looked like a goddess who would look goddess in any state or position you're in — he'd die to have you his muse.

When he first saw you, he felt like he was reborn inside a vast garden filled with glowing golden butterflies and various kinds of flowers as the sun started to rise.

You wouldn't easily be swayed by his nonexistent charm. Apollo had a reputation of being a playboy and though you aren't one to judge someone without knowing — he had a harem and who doesn't know about it? You felt that the man's audacity was out of this world so why was he standing infront of you, as bright and optimistic as ever?

Your brows furrowed, face scrunching up in disapproval when the man extended his arm to show off a bouquet of flowers. There were mostly pink and yellow flowers but right in the middle was a magnificent blue tulip.

The personification of the sun itself could be very persistent.

“It represents you in my arms.” Apollo drawls and that only makes you want to throw yourself off a cliff. You walk past him and Apollo's jaw drops.

“Hey,” called out Apollo. “Can't you hear me out for a moment?” He asked in an attempt to get you to stop in your tracks.

And it worked. You stopped in your tracks but didn't spare a glance. “Stop it.” You say in demand and to Apollo's disappointment, you walk away almost immediately.

Apollo sighed, it was yet another failed attempt to try to charm you. He held the bouquet in his hand with a tight grip. Maybe his explanation came off wrong. Even so, he'll atleast keep the blue tulip to remember you.

Apollo had a lot of women around him, specifically in his harem. You'd normally find him talking to different women everytime you encounter him. This time was no different. During the day, you see Apollo entertaining a woman who was definitely a low ranked goddess.

Apollo would talk to her with a gentle smile all while saying words that flatter the other and immediately earn a blush from her. Despite this, when you walked by and he felt your presence (it was hard to miss) — he quickly turned towards you and waved. Leaving the woman all to herself, he waves at you and runs towards you with an even wider smile.

Your right eye twitches. Shaking your head at his antics, you were incredibly stubborn just like your father but even you could see that Apollo was just playing around would women and you would never let that happen to yourself.

However, Apollo's attempts to gain your favor became persistent. Yet the man still talked to other women and flirted with them to flatter them all. It was a terrible feeling, sometimes you'd see other gods and goddesses whispering about you, the god of poseidon, being easily swayed.

Of course, your father easily dealt with them but maybe you weren't as perfect as you thought. You were starting to find it hard to focus.

Walking through the garden and near the waterfall, you see Apollo standing there. Eyes wide, you raise a brow when you get a better look at the other. Apollo had just gotten out of a bath? Seeing his messy pink hair and water drops rolling down his fair skin and the way the white robe was the only thing clinging onto his body.

To be honest, anyone could see that Apollo was good-looking. “(Y/N)!” Apollo called out to you with a wide grin and your eyes went back to normal. At the sight of you, his eyes looked like they were sparkling. He was comparable to a dog, really.

You swallow thickly, turning on your heel and turning away. “Finish your bath quickly.” You say dismissively. Apollo responds by grabbing your wrist and causes you to halt.

You exhale deeply, frustrated. After holding in your emotions for a while and bottling it up — you pulled your wrist and turned around to face him.

Anger evident in your eyes, you snap. “What is your deal?” You asked him with a yell. “Why do you keep pestering me?” You again ask but in a much lower voice than before.

Apollo hadn't realized that you felt like this at all. His eyes were wide and his hand that moved to reach for you hesitated. Glancing to the side. “It might not be very obvious, but I'm trying to gain your favor.”

You wanted to scream and tell him that his words were nothing but shit. “If you want power just contact my father.”

“My love for you is genuine.” Apollo declared. “I like you.” You would stare at him and Apollo would instantly get the hint that you wanted him to prove it. He'd say more, yet all his words of devotion were unsaid.

Despite that, he wants you to know that he'd devote himself for you if you asked. Apollo extended his arm, reaching to caress your hair to comfort you. Somehow, he could feel that your eyes were teary. Even so, he knows you'd push him away, and having you uncomfortable with his touch made him choose not to move to touch you even if he had no ill intentions.

If your wish was for him to earn the permission of being able to not be pushed away by you, he'd do his best to earn it. All this time he's been acting like you were already close — was that wrong?

What was the reason he fell inlove with you? Was it love at first sight?

When he first saw you, he felt infatuated. You appeared at a ball Zeus had hosted and were accompanying Poseidon. Apollo admired your elegance and the way you were calm and silent yet effortlessly beautiful. You shined amidst the crowd of goddesses and that made him terribly infatuated.

He'd ask his uncles, his parents, and even his sister about you. Artemis would get terribly annoyed the more Apollo kept talking about you. When he got to encounter you more — he'd feel a lot more happy and gradually feel a lot more safe and comfortable with you. When you talk to him he feels an indescribable sense of joy.

Thus, he chases after you and hopes to learn more about you so he could be able to love and appreciate you to the fullest.

You only had annoyance in your eyes at his confession. Why? You couldn't believe it. For some reason, you wondered how someone could love somebody like you. “Don't lie.” You said and turned away.

Apollo wonders if he's lying to himself too but seeing you makes his heart flutter, so just how could it be possible for him to lie about his love for you?

You had obviously attended the ball your father hosted. Unfortunately for you, he didn't even pay much attention to you.

You thought everything will go fine, though you could feel eyes judging you and stopping themselves from talking since Poseidon was there. They still haven't seem to let go of their gossip.

You made sure to dress extravagantly today in hopes that it could help prevent hate from others. Uneasy, you walk to the center of the ballroom. You would occasionally shiver from the eyes of two partners dancing. At first, you wanted to ask your father for a dance — but clearly your father was far too busy.

Moving to the corner, you turn around and are immediately blinded by light. Using the palm of your hand to cover your eyes, you hear familiar laughter. “Come on, lady, why so down?” He teased playfully.

You would move your hand away, letting your eyes get used to how bright he is. You frowned in disapproval, yet with him — you didn't feel uneasy like before.

Apollo would smile. “Hopefully I'm not bothering you but you didn't look so busy.” You wondered if he meant to offend you with that.

Apollo then suddenly bent down and bowed, extending his arm an offering a hand. “May I have this dance?”

You were caught off-guard. “This... would worsen the rumors.” You say, looking down. Apollo would sigh. “Those awful rumors are things someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be bothered with.”

He did have a point... “What I mean is, if you want to — don't stop yourself because the crowd wills for you to do something else.” Apollo continued. His smile did not waver and his hand remained there, hoping for you to take it.

You take his hand and his eyes light up. Getting a better look at him, you released that the man put a lot more effort in his makeup. It wasn't a bad thing though, you like how the red eyeliner looks on him.

Silent, Apollo takes your hand and leads you closer. “Can I hold your waist?” He asked, wanting to gain your permission. He values your consent above all.

Placing one hand on your waist, he pulled you close. His other hand took your hand. He held you with both hands tightly. Swaying to the tune, he moves swiftly and flawlessly.

When your faces lean closer, you accidentally step on his shoe. Apollo's smile still remained and when you stumbled, he caught you with one hand and lifted you gently.

Many would comment and make remarks but Apollo would continue to dance with you. He sensed your uneasiness. “Don't worry, even if all are against you — I'll always be here.”

Twirling you around, he caught you once more and grabbed a hold of your waist. You blinked twice, unable to process the situation. He grabbed your hand again and had his other hand on your waist. He decided to just slowly sway to the tune along with you to make sure you won't fall again. “Are you okay? If it's too much we can stop.”

Apollo terribly confused you.

“... It's okay.” You mumbled and let him continue the dance with you. When the dance ended, you did a curtsy.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, a sad look on your face this time. Apollo would keep smiling. “I love you.” He said again, a short and simple answer.

You clicked your tongue. “If you don't believe me, that's fine. I can wait. I'll do my best to prove to you that my intentions are genuine.” Apollo would declare again. Come to think of it, he hasn't really been talking with any other women since your last encounter.

Apollo stepped closer, closing the distance between you. He had his hand gently caress your hair. His eyes focused on you while they shined with admiration. Placing a purple tulip on your hair, he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I'm sorry, I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable.”

Purple meant devotion. “I'll take my leave now, princess.” He waved goodbye and instantly disappeared amongst the crowd.

You were left speechless.

Apollo did really want to try and learn to love you the right way. He hopes you'd one day realize his efforts and forgive him for his dumb decisions.

“Dumbass...” You murmured. The next time you see him, you'll give him a piece of your mind! Or well, a chance.

A smile gradually formed on your face. Feeling loved felt nice, but you want to take it slow with Apollo.

While you were contemplating about that ... Poseidon would talk to Apollo after the ball.

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amzyspinkarch · 2 years

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Content Info

Includes: fluff, angst, heartbreak, breakup, endearments, alcohol consumption, kissing, 18+, legal age gap, lots of feelings, happy ending. Minors Do Not Interact.

Note: A shot for my beautiful friend. Happy birthday love! Based on the break up arc in her book ‘The One’ by Lyndsyh on Wattad.

Song inspired:

🎵Our Love Is Easy by Melody Gardot🎵

Word Count: 814

Deep within your heart, you know it's plain to see

Like Adam was to Eve, you were made for me

They say the poisoned vine breeds a finer wine

Our love is easy

There's something to be said. Yet, words do not break free from the confines of her mouth. How could she be so careless? She's berated herself already one too many.

Yet not many enough. How many times is enough when it comes to losing the love of your life?

''Tiger'' her heart cries out in the darkness. Lost she is to the outside world. Her body contorts, folding into itself. She could disappear in herself. She could disappear from this wretched pain. Hugging herself could heal her. It could mend her.

Another cry from the depth of her soul burst from within her. Conscience shakes its head to its host. This is the wrong remedy. What's needed to put her back together again is a cost that may be too high.

Shame, guilt, embarrassment, and fear, plus tax torment her. Yet, to face the truth, to face him and attempt to right her wrongs, might be too much for the woman. She couldn't face him. Not yet.

Oh, but to see him. To lay eyes on him would be like sun rays touching the dark corners of the room. To feel the heat rest on your face. For once, a welcomed bliss. She'd take it all in. Light wouldn't be at the end of the tunnel but staring right at her.

She sighs.

If you ask me plainly I would gladly say

I'd like to have you round just for the rainy days

I like the touch of your hand, the way you make no demands

Our love is easy

Like water rushing over stone

Oh, our love is easy, like no love I've ever known

They used to lay in the trunk of his trunk in the comfort of blankets, pillows, favorite foods. Their love was so pure, a bond became so natural that nothing mattered. The man was a quiet shield for any storm. He would lay his head on her chest. He'd feel the world shut out. Life would not take away his moments of sweet serenity while in the comfort of your bosoms.

They'd lay for hours, laughing, talking, basking in silence. Her hands would thread through his short hair, and he'd feel himself sinking further into this beautiful bliss.

''Tiger''

''Hm''

''I love you''

She feels the smile on his lips before she feels those soft lips touch her breasts. Loving kisses laid upon her chest fill her with warmth.

''I love you girls, too'' he replies to the gorgeous, soft twins beneath him

She rolls her eyes before the joyous sound of her laugh resounds throughout the room. He couldn't get enough of it. He couldn't get enough of the woman he'd been able to call his. What would he do should this ever stop? He prays he never finds out. Hopes there'll never be an answer. All good things can't come to an end.

Not this. He silently pleads.

Physically speaking we were made to last

Examine all the pieces of our recent past

There's your mouth I taste

Your hands around my waist

Our love is easy

Nothing could prepare her for the moment she saw his face again. Light came too soon, she was not ready. Yet, her heart and soul elate, greedily drinking in the sight of him. Rather than a night of stolen glances, and longing hearts in a tense atmosphere, is a night of sharing new memories.

They play against two others in a daring game. The competition becomes stiff, yet they flow together like a calm stream into a waterfall. And crashes into them the memories of their love as he steadies her to take a shot.

When she scores, he takes the drink for her, the gentleman he is. His nickname leaves her lips as easily as breathing, yet he didn't mind. The endearment will always be welcomed.

When it is all said and done, they sat in the company of each other, and yet there was not a shred of awkwardness. Could it be the intoxicator? Or could it be the peace that resides when you're with each other?

An apology pushes from her tongue but becomes swallowed by lips she thought she lost. Lips she yearned for. Thick, coarse pads of his fingers touch her soft lips in reverence. He'd miss them. He'd miss the woman he fell in love with so easily.

Kisses are exchanged, you both swallow what happened that awful day. The past can be burned and erased forever.

''I miss you''

''I missed you too''

Every time we meet it's like the first we kiss

Never growing tired of this endlessness

It's a simple thing, we don't need a ring

Our love is easy

Like water rushing over stone

Oh, our love is easy, like no love I've ever known

Our love is easy

Like water rushing over stone

Oh our love is easy

Like no love I’ve ever known

How beautiful can life be?

Maybe in the way his lips touch her skin, a reminder that this is not a dream. Maybe it's in the way each kiss represents a new day and a sending off of wounds that once stylized your delicate heart and marred the softness of your soul.

Maybe it's in the way words from her lover become the balm to her once-broken heart. Soothing the cracks in her heart, caused by shame and regret.

How complete can one be?

Maybe it's in the way she learns from mistakes made in the past and chooses to be better.

Maybe it's when she accepts herself, others, her reality, and chooses to move forward.

Maybe it's in the way she lets him hold her to him while promising to be better. To hold him as well in all things.

Maybe it's in the way her heart triumphs as he pours his love and adoration for her and her alone unto her soul. Unto her mind. Unto her body.

Maybe it's in the stillness of their time together like before. No more worries.

Maybe it's just because she has the love of her life back.

Now, she can rest easy in the warmth and protection of the man who's loved her for her all this time. And when she lies there, she'll realize just how easy, how beautiful, how complete life can be. How it has been all along.

Deep within your heart, you know it's plain to see

Like Adam was to Eve, you were made for me

The windows have been opened; the curtains have been drawn. A lovely breeze rolls dances throughout the room as the sun kisses a greeting. How lovely it is to be accepted and to accept yourself finally.

She breathes in the fresh coffee and takes in the morning she usually begrudgingly greets with a smile. Today is new, today, she's new. New with love and free of worry. She was meant to be.

As so they both knew they were meant to be. Maybe a test was needed. Maybe a separation was required so that the woman given the love she deserved, could learn to accept her truth. That age never mattered. That years between them could never dictate the purity of their love. That outside forces, naysayers, and all could never destroy the beauty you've created.

Maybe she needed to see how he made her see the truth. How he made her see reason. He made her see herself in his eyes, he made her feel every bit of the beauty she possesses, and all was not to gain the spoils of a broken heart later. It was truth spoken for her to listen to.

To see that no matter what she thought of her age, she was meant for him just as he was meant for her. So maybe all was well for her to be tested. As...

They say the poisoned vine breeds a finer wine

In the comfort of his arms and the silence that surrounds them, she's thankful that she has him back. That she has this back. She looks back on how foolish she had been and is grateful for the gift she once lost. She snuggles closer to him, and he holds her tighter. It is in this moment as the silence comforts them that...

Forever and always.

For years to come.

They'll be reminded why they're made for no one else. Despite it all...

Your love is easy

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lazarettta · 3 years

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Misthios VII

Pairing (Mother Miranda x Spartan!Reader)

Rating (M)

Word Count (4.6k)

Warning (probably language right now)

You and Miranda are finally moving on to having that long chat that's separated you both for centuries.

The Queen's eyes fluttered open, finally waking with the morning rays of the sun peaking over the mountain. Her balcony doors were wide open to let the cool night breeze into her personal chambers while the two fireplaces burned well into the night. It was a combination of warm and cool that her majesty enjoyed greatly as it helped her with sleep.

Of course, sharing her bed with you also aided with her troubles with sleep for the past few months since your arrival to the region. Wonderful in all the ways she could never have imagined; a warrior and a lover, the two things that made her life easier—and the lives of her enemies that much worse.

It had been well past dinner time when you returned to the castle along with the squadron of soldiers you'd gone with including a Captain of the military who was leading the raid. Part of your armor had been slashed and torn, stained with blood and whatever else you encountered outside of the castle walls.

But when Miranda stood in the doorway of her private bath watching as you stripped of your amour—she witnessed no open wounds for her to tend to or fret over, but blood stained your skin anyway. Even though she knew that she should have the moment she noticed: Miranda never questioned why you'd always have a new scar every other day or why your shirts had the evidence of a stab wound taking place right above your hip, including a blood stain, but all you could do was smile when asked about it.

“ Is everything alright, your majesty?”

Miranda blinked, her mind coming back to reality now finding herself sitting up in her bed currently being blinded by the morning sun. The Queen sighed heavily, looking down at your sleeping form—as always you were on your back with one arm tucked beneath one of the pillows behind your head and the other was being used as Miranda's pillow for most of the night. As always.

Like herself, you were bare as the day you were born...your entire torso shamelessly revealed for her roaming insatiable eyes...and she smirked when a particularly cool breeze swept through the room. She watched the goosebumps rise under your exposed skin, including your nipples making Miranda hum softly.

“ Y-your majesty?”

Miranda, suddenly remembering just what, or rather who, had bothered her before and looked towards the girl, pleased when she saw that her eyes were on the floor.

“ Everything is more than alright, girl, however you may leave... I'll be out shortly.”

A hand curling around her waist brought Miranda's gaze from the closing double doors where the meek girl disappeared through and back to you. Your eyes were still closed but you were starting to wake up, stretching like a feline and again Miranda's eyes were drawn to your chest.

“ Carved by the Gods,” she mumbled, the tips of her nails tracing your firm abdomen with no particular pattern, simply enjoying the light marks she was leaving behind around your belly button, knowing how much you enjoyed when she did that as well.

You saw the thoughtful look on Miranda's face when you opened your eyes but you couldn't stop the giant yawn from escaping, “Morning,”

Miranda smiled down at you, enjoying the way the sun made your skin glow but you weren't fooled by that smile—you were used to Miranda's smiles and this was one of her worries. The sort of smile where she wanted to reassure you while scolding you at the same time. You pulled away slightly, and sat up a bit so you could give her your full attention. When the monarch remained silent, simply staring at you, all you could do was raise an eyebrow...waiting.

Miranda scoffed at the action, shaking her head, “It's ironic isn't it, how we the others tales...but we do not truly know each other, do we?”

You shrugged, smirking at her—refusing to hint at the nerves beginning to crawl up your spine, “Pretty sure we know each other inside and out, your highness.”

Miranda gave you a look, clearly unimpressed, “Yes, beneath that charm and nonchalance...is something quite fascinating, isn't there? And...it seems that your truth only comes to light during battle.”

“ Pardon?” you sat up a little more now, eyebrows furrowed—unsure where Miranda was going with this but you no doubt that it probably wasn't going to be good for you. Especially since you're naked and vulnerable but not defenseless.

“ Captain Ake came to me last night after I left you to your bath, he seemed quite concerned with something...and quite frankly, I'm curious myself.” Miranda's hand had stopped tracing patterns on your stomach, but her hand still lingered...and the moment her index finger traced over the raised skin right next to your belly button, the brand new one, you knew you fucked up.

“ About what?” You mumbled not daring to look down at her hand, and her eyes burned into yours—playing dumb would only get you so far—probably the dungeons if you were lucky. You knew exactly what Ake was concerned with though you weren't sure if he actually saw you take a sword through your gut as it was so dark and everything happened within a blink or two.

“ What I am going to say next may sound crazy, however, Captain Ake is one of my most loyal subject in this castle, and quite sane...he claims to have witnessed you being impaled,” Miranda exhaled slowly, “By the enemy...and somehow managed to walk away from it, unharmed. Would you mind telling me what happened, my dear?”

You stared at her for a second, “And...you believed him? Could I have really been stabbed by a sword and do what I did last night? Do you know how insane you sound?”

“ Watch your tongue! You're still addressing your Queen, warrior.”

“ I'm sorry, but you seriously don't believe that shit do you?”

“ I've been noticing a few things myself, (Y/n)...and I would really like some answers myself.”

“ Right. I'll take that as my signal to leave, your majesty. Thanks for letting me sleep here last night.”

Miranda's eyes narrowed slightly, reaching out to grab your wrist to prevent you from running from her, “(Y/n), do not run from me...I'm only trying to understand! You can trust me, this I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you.”

You wanted to believe her, but you had to learn the hard way that trust was nothing but a word—a word that can be broken over and over. You were too stupid to learn in the past but you weren't about to do the same thing now. Pushing the covers aside you threw some mundane excuse over your shoulder but before you could actually get to the edge of the bed, you were pulled back and pushed back into your previous position. It didn't actually hurt but it wasn't gentle either but you were pretty sure that it was Miranda that moved you, but you hadn't actually felt or seen her move a muscle.

“ W...how? Miranda?!”

Miranda smiled shyly at your bewildered expression—a very rare expression from the Queen but like yourself, she was feeling quite vulnerable, “You're not alone, (Y/n)...and neither am I.”

“ Neither....are you?” Miranda chuckled at your expression and your inability to put two and two together. When you tried to sit back up, Miranda's shy smile morphed into something more amused and predatory because you realized that you couldn't move—and Miranda still hadn't moved an inch.

“ Ah, now do I have your full attention?”

The closer you got to Miranda's home the more treacherous the path became and you'd lost sight of the woman flying low above the trees ten minutes ago—or what you thought to be ten minutes, you weren't sure. Your eyes were glued to the ground, keeping a firm but relaxed grip on the reign of your stallion, Bruce, whispering gently to him. Alcina called him a gentle giant and she wasn't exaggerating. The path was narrow and very unkempt but you wouldn't expect Miranda to make things easy, especially access to her private home.

There was a point that you weren't even sure you and Bruce were actually going to make it across but there was no way you could've turned the massive horse around either, forward was the only way and you weren't ashamed to admit that your heart was pounding hard enough to crack bones. The moment you cleared the trees, Miranda's home finally came into view—and you were not disappointed. It was a simple two story cabin practically etched into the mountain and you wanted to know how the hell she managed to get this place on the sliver of rock.

You'd brought Bruce to a stop just as Miranda appeared and landed gracefully on her porch even with her heels on (you caught a glimpse of them earlier when she started flying). From her porch alone, Miranda had a perfect view of everything . The village, the manor sitting on the waterfall, the factory and of course the castle. There was a light blanket of fog obscuring most of the view, but it was still breathtaking all the same.

You dismounted Bruce easily, gently guiding him to the post next to Miranda's porch. You fed him a few sugar cubes, gingerly untangling part of his dark mane and pulling free a few twigs and leaves.

“Further up the path I have there's a stable for him, we can take him later.”

You turned to look at Miranda, finding her standing in the door looking at you, her expression unreadable and you were too tired to try and decipher it. You double checked the post before steeling your nerves and joining her on her porch, it was roomier than it actually looked and you spotted a hammock on the other corner—not the usual netted sort, it looked like a quilt and quite comfortable too.

You followed Miranda inside, shutting out the cold—the interior of Miranda's home had you stock still at the front door with your hand still on the door knob. The space was open, having the living room and the eating area open with no barrier, and you could easily see the kitchen from where you stood. It was...cozy and warm.

“Surprised?” Miranda's voice brought your eyes to where she was, now half way up the stairs behind the kitchen wall, she wore a soft smile, the front of her robes already opened (you didn't even realize the fucking thing even had a zipper), revealing the slacks and blouse she wore underneath, “Did you expect me to live in a cave?”

“I expected you to at least have a TV.”

Miranda smirked but it didn't reach her eyes, “Are you going to stand there bitching about the lack of media corruption or do you want that shower?”

Your hand finally relaxed off of the door knob, the light throbbing resulting in just how hard you were holding the poor thing. You kicked off your boots at the door—they were covered in mud, snow and probably horse shit at some point, they were filthy. And the last thing you wanted to do was dirty up Miranda's wood floors.

She waited until you were on the stairs to continue up herself while slipping her robe from her shoulders and casually throwing it over her arm as if it were just a towel. “There are only three rooms on this floor. My own, the guest room and the bathroom.”

You raised an eyebrow, “One bathroom?”

“I don't exactly keep guests, dear.”

“So then why the extra bedroom?” you were being a shit, you knew it, but you couldn't help it—Miranda made it easy for you to tease her sometimes (all the time). You wanted to be more bothered over how easy it was for you to fall back into old habits with this woman.

“The longer you stand there being an idiot, the colder your water gets.”

You raised your hands slightly, moving past her towards the door she pointed to, flipping on the light—it was roomier than you expected it to be, dark and a bit modern but Miranda somehow still managed to keep it grand and medieval. The floor was made of stone, there was a grand shower with a curved glass door and next to it was a bear claw of a tub, melded into the floor like it was a hot spring. Across the floor was a single sink and a mirror, and next to it a door where you assumed you'd find the towels and toiletries. Just past the tub, was the toilet though there was a half wall there to offer some privacy and you spotted your backpack sitting on top of it neatly and that finally gave you pause.

“Figured you didn't want to walk around naked or wearing any of my clothes.”

You hadn't even noticed that you had actually walked into the bathroom, admiring it's simple yet beautiful décor or that Miranda followed you in until the shower sprung to life next to you.

She smiled at you apologetically, not having meant to startle you—but seeing you so easily bothered helped put her at ease. Miranda was good at hiding it, but she was quite nervous. Having you so near and so far from her at the same time in the comfort of her own home, her sanctuary—none of the other Lord's knew where she lived, they probably thought she lived in a cave or a nest or something. You were Miranda's first house guest since she arrived in this village.

She closed the shower door, watching you open your backpack—checking through it, and she couldn't stop the small smile from forming after you smirked, realizing that you were still without your weapons. But you didn't make a comment on it, instead beginning to pull out the things that you needed—until you realized that she was still in the room as well.

You raised an eyebrow at Miranda, and her smile only grew but the blonde simply shrugged her wings and tucked her wings tighter to her back as she exited the room, “I'll be downstairs when you're finished...”

“Miranda—”

She paused and you froze, fuck, why did you do that? You hadn't meant to call out to her, but your mouth was faster than your brain sometimes and now she was looking at you expectantly and all you could do was stare at her like a jackass. There was so much, too much, that you wanted to say but where could you even start? Why were you getting this courage in the fucking bathroom of all places?

“Downstairs.” She reminded you gently when the silence stretched too long—you had panicked and she saw that, and instead of jumping on you like the predator you knew that she was fully capable of being—she left you alone to your thoughts and the hot water steaming the room, calling your name. It was a welcome distraction even if it wouldn't be a forever one.

“Being immortal really is overrated.”

Miranda didn't go downstairs immediately, instead making a beeline for her bedroom and closed the door behind her but left it ajar enough for her to still hear you in the bathroom. Miranda carefully hung up her 'Mother Miranda' robe and began stripping out of the clothes she's been wearing for the past two days along with her rings; finally taking off the crown of Mother and just becoming Miranda with every stitch of clothing she removed from her flawless skin.

Standing naked in front of her full-length mirror, Miranda whispered a delicate but very familiar spell she's known since she was a small child and she winced quietly as her wings folded back into her body for the next six or seven hours. The spell wasn't forever but Miranda often used it when she was home to avoid breaking her things as she often did if she let her wings remain as they were, they often got restless if she stayed home and still too long so she just opted for putting them away to save herself the trouble. And money.

When the last two smaller ones on her lower back finally retreated into her skin, Miranda rolled her shoulders to pop out the kinks. She got dressed in a pair of washed out pants and a v-neck shirt, and at the last minute Miranda threw on her dark wool cardigan before heading back downstairs but not before pausing outside of the bathroom door. She heard you humming over the shower and though she didn't recognize the song, it still made her smile.

Suddenly feeling like a creeper, Miranda moved away from the door and went downstairs to start on the coffee she was craving earlier. She got her fireplace going but that all took less than ten minutes and now she found herself back in her kitchen, pulling ingredients from her refrigerator to give her something to do besides fret.

“ You shouldn't be so comfortable with your champion, in public.” Fritjof complained for the thousandth time in her ear—he was one of her primary advisors, having been employed by her late husband, the former King. He was always a bit of an annoyance, but he often proved himself useful and unwittingly saved his own life time to time from Miranda's ire.

“ I was only congratulating her on another victorious raid on a neighboring kingdom that thought it wise to steal from us, or have you forgotten that little fact, Fritjof?”

He frowned, not liking her tone but he quickly corrected his features knowing that they were still in the halls on their way to the Queen's study, but there were still eyes on them, “I...yes, but it sends the wrong message when you send a blood wolf to handle this kingdoms affairs instead of your loyal officers! You make us all look weak!”

Miranda stopped walking, and whirled around on Fritjof, her coat wrapping around her leather clad legs as she did so, and the frail man jumped back a step, knowing that he overstepped a line severely, “A-apologies—”

“ You will apologize with your tongue!” Miranda hissed, “Though I'm sure (Y/n) would rather have your head for all the times you've questioned her loyalty to this kingdom! We're coming up on eight years, Fritjof, and (Y/n) has helped this kingdom prosper more than you ever could've in your twenty years with my late husband.” Miranda sneered dangerously, edging closer to him and the terrified man could only back up into the table, knocking over a vase but Miranda paid it no mind, “One more word about this and I will have you removed. Permanently.”

Fritjof swallowed harshly, beads of sweat forming at his hairline and rolling down his face, and Miranda's sneer deepened in disgust, “Please, your highness, I'm only looking out for the future of the kingdom! It—it needs an heir and a King! The other kingdoms will never recognize your power without either—” his words were cut off when Miranda struck him down, a single line of blood staining a portrait on the wall behind him. Miranda struck faster than he could react and Fritjof cried out in pain, alerting the guards who came running but stopped when they saw their Sovereign standing over the slimy advisor holding part of his face, blood starting to seep through his fingers.

“ For every brilliant woman, there's always a stupid man thing to be found.” Miranda stepped over his pathetic body and continued on her way, rolling her shoulders back when her back began to twinge in response to her high and irritated emotions, and she needed release. “Get him out of my sight and find my champion; send her to me when you do.”

“ Yes, my Queen.” They both replied, one of them roughly hauling Fritjof to his feet and pushing him forward, but not before the man could cast one last glance at Miranda's retreating back until he was shoved forward. “Move!”

The cabin was filled with the aroma of sweet bread and coffee and your stomach was growling something vicious halfway down the stairs after you put your back in the guest room. Miranda had her back to you and you took the moment to stop at the bottom of the stairs to just observe her. The very first thing you noticed was that her wings were gone and she was more relaxed—it probably had a lot to do with her being in her own home, and it was starting to make more sense why she wanted to be in the comfort of her own home for this conversation. Though her argument for privacy was valid as well.

Your eyes flickered around the open space, spotting something tucked in the corner of the living room and scoffed without meaning to and alerting Miranda of your presence, if she wasn't already. She turned from her task of fixing you both something to eat to watch you walk across the room to where the object of your interest lay with a carefully crafted expression.

“Didn't take you for owning a rifle.”

“It's ten years old, I believe.” Miranda hummed quietly, dusting off her hands before taking down a couple of plates from the cabinet above the stove. You looked at her when she didn't elaborate, really curious now.

“It's in pretty good condition, really beautiful...where did you get it?” you checked the clip and saw that there were exactly ten rounds in there. When Miranda didn't answer you immediately, you found her watching you.

“It's not mine.” Miranda set the plates at the small eating table that could easily seat two other people, “I took it from a witch hunter as he was so kind to come all this way to visit. He tried to kill me in my sleep like a coward. He intrudes upon my home and couldn't be bothered to give me an honorable death. The audacity of men certainly hasn't changed over the years.”

Her tone was not lost on you and you knew that the witch hunter was long dead. You traced the steel design grip, impressed at the detail—and distracted.

“Oh, so now you hate men?” Ah... and once again your mouth was faster than your brain could process, and just like that her eyes were on your back—you felt it.

“I've always hated men, (Y/n). I...” she sighed harshly, her eyes turning into a glare, “Stop doing that, you don't have the entire story so if you're done being an ass and running from this conversation—I would really like to clear the air between us so we can move on from this.”

“You mean your truth that you want me to hear so badly?” You chuckled though it lacked any amusement. You set the rifle down, finally giving her your full attention then sighed heavily—a sudden exhaustion falling over you, “Would it really matter at this point, Miranda? It happened centuries ago...we both moved on, why do you want to drudge this back up?”

“Why don't you?” Miranda moved around the table, the coffee and snack forgotten in the moment, but she didn't try to approach you, “I'm not the only one who was in the wrong, (Y/n).”

“Do you think I cared about your status when I found out the woman I loved married a man behind my back and didn't even fucking tell me! I had to find out in the middle of that stupid ball you wanted to throw so bad after we invaded those rebellion villages. I gave you everything and you betrayed me . I crossed lines for you, Miranda. I thought that would warrant enough decency to be honest with me. I-”

You stopped, your face was hot and you exhaled heavily—doing your best not to sniffle, you hated that you were the type to fucking cry when your emotions bubbled to the surface too fast. Especially when the topic is something you've buried long deep in the dark corners of your mind with no hope for daylight again. You just never thought you'd bump into your past like this. And it's been years since you've had to deal with anything on a personal level after your last child passed away fifty years ago at the tender age of eighty-six.

Miranda saw the emotions playing across your face with a frown but otherwise her own emotions were carefully hidden, she was always better at that than you were, and inched closer, “(Y/n)...”

“We've both obviously lived with this hurt and came out fine,” you cut her off, not looking at her but instead at your bare toes with your hands back in your pockets, “What's closure gonna do besides bring up old hurt?”

“No, that's not it at all, I just...” Miranda coughed lightly and cleared her throat,—your question was valid as she's asked herself this many times before, asking herself why she didn't just let you go in the forest—she could've let you go and saved you both from this reopened wound. But she didn't because she couldn't and Miranda wouldn't apologize for it. Because she's always been a selfish woman, and one of her most selfish needs—even when she first laid eyes on you—she knew that you were hers. That never changed, time could never take that away from her.

“This life is long and lonely, (Y/n)...and I've made many mistakes, most I will never have a chance to atone for...and when I saw you,” Miranda looked into your eyes and bit her bottom lip, you weren't even looking at her anymore, “I've lost so much in this life, and I refused to lose you a second time. The first time I was...I was corrupted with greed and power, but I was stupid and it cost me everything too, (Y/n).”

You looked up, surprised by her words, “He took your kingdom from you, didn't he?”

“ You!” Miranda moved closer, though you hardly noticed because you were focused on her eyes that were duller than they were down in the village but just as clear, bright and brimming with tears, “He took you from me. He took us away from each other, (Y/n). I'm not innocent in it either, I...I could've done something about it, but I didn't and it was the biggest mistake I could've made in my entire existence. And I think about it more than I care to admit, I think about you...wondering what sort of life we could've shared together had I made better choices. I'm...I'm sorry, (Y/n).”

Miranda was close enough to touch you now, and this time she didn't hesitate nor did you pull away when both of her hands cupped your cheeks, making you shiver. “Miranda...”

Miranda's hands tightened on your face, obviously thinking you were about to argue again but you were tired of arguing with her, over this...before she could speak, you took Miranda by surprise and pulled her into a tight embrace, both of your arms around her waist and you caught her when her entire body sagged in your arms. You had no idea what was going to happen after this, but that little piece of you that longed for the closure you never got...began to grow.

“I'll stay.”

#resident evil miranda x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #mother miranda x reader #mother miranda #assassins creed odyssey

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ackernuts · 3 years

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WHERE.[Erwin Smith x Daughter Reader]

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘹 𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1953 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

It was a normal pleasant day for the Survey Corps. It's had been almost a month since they've returned from rescuing Eren and the fleeing of the traitors, Reiner and Bertoldt and been a few weeks after Historia had been crowned.

The Corps had been back on operation again after defeating Historia's father's Titan.

While most are now focusing on coming up with a plan to retake Wall Maria after Eren successfully obtained the power of Titan Hardening, Commander Erwin is on Survey Corps HQ in Trost together with his adoptive daughter, [Name] Smith.

[Name] became a fallen soldier after she lost her eyesight in the first encounter with the Female Titan back in their 57th expedition.

Being visually impaired, she's out of duty but she's to stay in the HQ with Erwin, as per his orders.

That brings us to the present with [Name] clutching at the arm of Erwin for support as they walk towards the messhall where everyone is having dinner.

Upon arriving, the room was bustling with the cheers of the newly recruits who's oblivious of the death trap they just got themselves into.

With a blank face, [Name] ignored all the judging stares of those who doesn't know what had happened to the young ex-corporal. Erwin sat her on her usual seat together with all the higher-ups.

Hanji then helped Erwin to fetch her meal so she can eat and take her medicine. With the two of them out of [Name]'s side and the absence of the other corporal, Levi, mutters of dissatisfaction and belittling from the new cadets rung up to [Name]'s ears.

“Who is she?”

“Why is a useless blind in our ranks?”

“Who does she think she is? Thinking she can survive without a damn sight.”

“She's probably whoring with the commander.”

Having enough of the mutterings of the brats, she stood up and feel her way towards the cadets using her heightened other senses.

“What did you brats just said?” her eerie deep voice with rasp in it echoed across the room, silencing the place.

Smug chuckle of a stupid cadet then break the silence.

“You want me to repeat what I said? Ha! So you're not just a useless blind but also a deaf! Well let me repeat then! You're probably just whoring with the Commander, I mean, what does a useless blind like you doing in our ranks.”

A loud bang was then heard from one corner where the new Levi's squad was sitting, there stood an outranged Jean and Eren.

“You idiot! How dare you talk to the Commander's daughter that way?!” yell Eren with palms clenched into fist and furrowed eyebrows.

“That's a corporal you're disrespecting!” added Jean.

The cadet's smug smirk dropped almost immediately and color starting to drain off of him. The room was silence once again with a pair of footsteps rang up to their ears.

Walking back to the superior's table, Erwin and Hanji placed the trays of foods then turn to the lady standing in front of the recruit's table.

“[Name]? What are you doing?” those words fell into the deaf ears of [Name] and look straight into the cadet's eyes despite not seeing a thing other than total darkness.

“You cadet. I know you're new here in the scouts but you're not new to the military. Is that how you respect a superior?” almost immediately, the boy strung up and salute to [Name].

“You do not only bad-mouthed a corporal but also disrespect the Commander with your filthy mouth. Now receive your punishment, you're to run around the HQ and you are not to stop until I say so. I don't care if you lose your leg running your laps, after all you're not a useless blind in this ranks.” and with so much fright from the (color) haired female, he run outside without a second thought.

With that, [Name] went back to go and eat her dinner with a single thought in her mind and a doubt in her heart.

After dinner, the two then went back to Erwin's office to finish his paperwork.

“Erwin, tomorrow you're going to retake Wall Maria, right?” [Name] quietly asked.

“Yes. Also, good thing you remind me. You are to stay with Commander Shadis as we do the operation.” [Name]'s ears almost burst at her adoptive father's words.

“But Erwin, I can fight too. I can help to retake the wall.” she immediately reply. Stopping abruptly at his daughter's exclaimed, Erwin look at her with wide eyes.

“No.[Name], you're staying here where it's safe. Braun and Hoover is still out there and with Hanji's report about this beast Titan who turns a whole village into Titans, we can't risk you getting injured or worst die in there.”

“But like I said I can fight. I'm still a soldier and ---”

“[Name] you're blind! You're disabled! It's too dangerous out there. I'm doing this to protect you.--”

“So that's how it really is?! It's because I'm useless now because I can't see anymore! Why?! Back when I'm still fine, you wouldn't hesitate to give me mission after mission but now that I'm visually impaired I'm just a rug doll you're going to throw! Is it because I'm not your perfect soldier now?! That without my eyesight I'm just a weak little daisy you can pluck out of the garden?!”

“No! That's not---”

“No! It is! Don't you think I don't know that?! You think I don't know that a lot of people are waiting for me to accept that I'm good-for-nothing now so they can pull the trigger and kill me?! You think I don't know the guns pointed at me every single second?!”

Anger and hurted tears streaming down [Name]'s cheeks and Erwin's eyes filled with regret. Sighing, he walk up to his daughter and put a hand in her shoulder.

“Look, just give me more time [Nickname]. I'll put you back to the battlefield.”

“Don't call me that! Put me back? How?! Are you willingly give me your eyes? You can do that? Can you just stop pretending that you can fix everything with your gamble? Your can't do anything, you're just my adopted father anyway.”

Pain strikes Erwin's heart at the words of his daughter as she feel her way out of the office and into her own room, stumbling a couple of times before entering her bedroom.

_____

After that argument, [Name] locked herself in her room and doesn't even listen to the knock on her door by her father, bidding her a short farewell. Hours had passed and [Name] decided to get off of her bed and get ready to go visit her so-called grandpa, Cadet Instructor Keith Shadis.

Almost four days that the scouts went to retake Wall Maria and now they're back. The heroes of Shiganshina. [Name], received a letter that they found a compatible eye donor and is ready for the transplant, having her missed the return of her comrades.

Two days and the operation was successful. Her then (color except blue) eyes are now bright blue. Upon hearing the news of the operation, Hanji went and fetch the (color) tressed female and had her ride a carriage.

Much to [Name]'s surprise, Hanji hadn't uttered a single word since they took off and to her bewilderment, they stopped into the cemetery especially made for the military.

Her heart dropped at the sight of the regiment, mourning over their fallen soldiers. Frankly, she use her sight to go and look for her father that she dearly missed and hoped to apologized to.

“[Name]... I'm sorry.” she heard Hanji mumbled and ushered her to a certain tombstone where she see the name that made her whole world crumble.

There, written in the tomb is Erwin Smith. The name of the only man who have the courage to raise a meek, bruised little girl who he found on the side of the street. The very man who was so proud of her achievements, the only person who ever believed in her from the very beginning. The only one she will ever be proud to call her father.

Weak legs gave out and she fall into the ground, in front of her father's grave. Hot tears streaming down her cheeks like waterfalls. Her whole body shakes in disbelief at the loss of her beloved family. And to think that she haven't had the chance to apologise for their fight, hell, she haven't said she loved and cared for him for so long since she was six and now, she doesn't have the chance anymore.

“Who?...”

“Who is it?...”

[Name] mutters, eyes widen and lips trembling in every word. The rest of the Levi's squad, Levi and Hanji, stare at her in sympathy.

“Who was it...”

Contemplating to step forward and apologise to the crying lady, Armin ashamedly about to walk up to her when he was stopped by Levi.

“Who is it?! WHO EVER IS IT THAT TOLD YOU, YOU CAN GO WHERE I CAN'T FOLLOW YOU!!” shouted [Name] in anger, sadness and regrets.

The scouts can only hang their heads low in grieve and emptiness.

____

A week after [Name]'s outburst that forced her body to shut down and fell into a short coma. [Name] woke up and she immediately asked to be discharged to stay in her father's office and room. Upon arriving there with Hanji trailing behind her, [Name] all of a sudden, felt her whole body went numb and she fell in Erwin's office floor.

“[NAME]!” Hanji ran up to her quickly and try to assist her.

“I-I...”

“What is it? Those it hurts somewhere?”

“I- Hanji...my legs...I can't feel my legs...Hanji! I can't! My legs! I can't feel my legs.”

“Come on, let's get you back to the infirmary.” She said to the weilling woman and pick her up from the floor and into the infirmary.

“You're physically stable but it seems that you had been traumatized after all the events happened for the past weeks. Especially after loosing someone who's emotionally attached to you, it affects your capabilities to do the things you usually do with that person you always lean on. In your case, it was Erwin.” Hanji explained to the girl who's laying on the bed with a blank expression and an IV bag attached to her wrist.

“So you mean... I wouldn't be able to do the things I usually do with Dad? But... everything... I did everything with Dad. So it means I won't be able to do things even if I can see...”

_____

4 years later

The Titans are all gone and the scouts can finally venture out the outside world, with Eren's father's memories, they're able to go and see the sea that he, Armin and Mikasa always hoped to see.

[Name] is back in her old self as a soldier to make her father even more proud and to not waste the eyes that Erwin had given to her.

Once there, all of them are mesmerized by the beauty the ocean holds. Different things they notice that peaked their interest but two oddly not as hyped as everyone else, Eren and [Name].

Both are just staring off to space and muttering words to themselves.

“Hey Erwin ... Are you seeing this now? I'm sure you do. It's beautiful isn't it?... We're seeing the outside world now. All thanks to you. Ha! And stupid gambles.

I missed you Erwin. Don't worry, you're safe now. You can rest all you want.

I'll... I'll see you later Dad...Soon, I'll get to where you are now.”

The End.

#erwin smith #attack on titan erwin #anime #fanfic #fiction #reader insert #aot angst

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antigoneidk · 4 years

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Nothing's gonna hurt you baby|t.h.

A/N : something special for this special day heheh I hope you like it! It's a little different from what I've done before.Also I'm sorry for any mistakes. I love youu(you can listen to the song if you want to,trust me you won't regret it it's in the end)

Warnings : fluff and a little smut

She woke up hearing the birds singing outside,flying,being free. Her eyes blinked from abrupt contact with the bright sunlight and her head switched to the other side. Although she just woke,she felt exhausted and barely moved. Her cheeks were puffy and her small eyes were like fire. Everything burnt,the worst kind of pain. The sheets were cold next to her. A man's body was missing. Moments from the previous night came to her tired mind,as feelings overwhelmed her heart.

"Babe?"her voice sounded like a melody to his ears."Do you want to watch a movie with me?"his eyes met hers. He couldn't resist to this soul, who was now lying next to him.

"Of course my love,whatever you want"she laughed like a little kid, clapping her hands together. He watched her from behind. Her hair long, covering the half of her back, looked soft and brighter. Her curves, her hands, her legs, the way she was focused on searching a movie to watch. She could literally have any man she wanted or wished for. But she chose him, she was with him.

Their legs warmed one another, her head resting on his chest, going up and down. His lips on top of her forehead, kissing it every two minutes.

She felt the most luckiest girl. His arms wrapped around her, giving the comfort she never felt in her life. Her cheeks hurting from the bright smile she wore and from the heat, causing them to turn into a light shade of red.

None of them was paying attention to the movie. Were lost in their feels. They looked at each other at the same time, giving them a good amount of laughter, before their lips connect. The world stopped spinning. People stopped moving except these two lovebirds. The kiss was slow, expressing their inner feelings. They couldn't hear anything but their hearts beating at the same tempo. She jumped to his lap, her hands now exploring his chest and neck as his hands were placed to her waist pulling her as much closer as possible. Their tongues fighting now,their hunger to taste each other's bodies.

She wanted to feel him inside her listening to his moans, kissing her neck and whispering sweet words like every other time.

He wanted to feel her around him, hearing her moans, feeling her quick breath to his shoulder, telling her how much he loves her.

In minutes their clothes were on the floor. His tongue rediscovered her body, her breasts, her belly, her pussy. So did his fingers. Every inch was something new. It was like the universe put an effort to make this piece of art that he had under him, moaning at his touch and taking his breath away whenever she called his name.

Her hands were scratching his back and later his curls. She wasn't able to speak from the pleasure she felt at that moment. The pleasure he was giving. He looked like an angel that was sent to this world to save and take her at a better place.

"Tom"she whispered at his ear, feeling him inside her, hitting her spot. He met her eyes only for a moment before she closed them again, leaning her head back and moan his name once more. He was the luckiest man in the world.

Her heart was exploding through her chest,not being able to calm. Her legs around his body, shaking and burning. Her skin was so hot under his touch, it wasn't even possible for a woman to feel like this. He had this power over her and he wasn't even realizing.

In fact he was scared that someday she'll fly away from his arms. She'll find love somewhere else, far away from him. This was the main reason he felt the need to express his love to her always, making her feel good in so many different ways. Kissing her,spoiling her, dancing with her, sing to her, writing about her, making love to her. He saw her eyes getting brighter, her smile bigger, her hugs longer. He knew she was going to be forever his, but still the fear of losing her was present.

Y/n was terrified too. That he will get bored, that his love for her will stop at some point, that one day he might me gone. His arms will hug another person's body, his lips will not longer kissing hers. The thought of it was enough for her to tear up. She didn't want to lose him. He was her soulmate, her world, the meaning in the miserable life she was drowning. He was her savior.

And although they were scared for the other person's feelings, the only thing both didn't doubt was their unconditional love they felt for each other. She was in love with him. He was in love with her.They knew they wouldn't stop loving and cherish the other. They were convinced that this was their destiny, to be in love.

"I love you"their voices blended so well. Their bodies started to move faster and both couldn't breath easily. Their moans filled the entire house, and even further, not being ashamed if the neighbors were able to hear them. They didn't care about the rest of the world. It was just the two of them, in that bed screaming as they were closer to the edge.

They finished at the same time. Tom's body moved to the side trying to catch his breath. She turned to him, placing her head to his bare upper body, giving little kisses.

"I'm gonna make something to eat okay?"she smiled as she watched him breathing hard and barely speak. She was responsible for that, but he did more to her in ways she couldn't express, and probably never will.

A satin robe covered her naked body. She was standing in the kitchen, moving every now and then to take things, add some, throw some others, mixing, baking. She wanted to thank him. He was the only one to take her away and travel in places even God had forgotten. He was the only one to make her smile so much. He was the only one that made her feel so weak just from a touch. He was much more than just a man walking down the streets every day and night. But she didn't know that she was the one that saved him.

When you are feeling lonely, it seems that everyone is happy except yourself. You don't have someone to talk to, share thoughts, laugh with, give your love to. Just silence. And then you start feeling less and less. That's how he was feeling the day she accidentally threw her drink all over him. She became that person he was searching for years. That made him start feeling again. Who knows where he would be of they didn't met there.

He leaned against the door, just watching her cook. Her hair up now, showing her neck that was full of hickeys he left moments ago. Her body so flawless, that made him want to feel her again.

"Y/n"she stopped and looked at him. "Can I have a dance with you?"

"What about this?"he grabbed her hand and started walking to the living room. She laughed a little and waited for him to put a song. She didn't know why his heart desired dance so much. She loved watching him dance around the living room though, he looked like happier like that. And she was always looking at him with a full heart.

His hands pulled y/n's body closer to his. He started swinging and she followed fascinated from him and the way he looked under nothing but the moonlight.

"Whispered something in your ear, it was a prevented thing to say but I said it anyway, made you smile and look away"

Her head was resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed enjoying the dance. Tom's head was resting on the side of hers, his lips next to her ear.

" Nothing's gonna hurt you baby. As long as you're with me you'll be just fine. Nothing's gonna hurt you baby, nothing's gonna take you from my side"

That's how she felt with him. He was the shield she needed. Nothing was getting to her anymore, 'cause he was the one that protected her. She never felt unhappy or worried about things she used to. Tom was the person that made her feel happy, loved, carefree.

And that's how he felt with her. Y/n took the pain away from him. She was there when his friends couldn't. She listened and cared. Only beautiful emotions got through him because of her.

"When we dance in my living room, to that silly 90's R&B. When we have a drink or three, always ends in a hazy shower scene"

He picked her from the ground, her legs around him. She rested her forehead to his looking to his brown eyes, darker that usual. Her butterflies flew inside her entire system. Their lips connected again as their emotions got the most of themThe only thing that bothered him was that robe that blocked her beauty. He wanted to see her from head to toe naked every day all day. She was like a drug, the most dangerous one he couldn't say no to. She was allowed to ruin his life if she wanted to.

They lay down, hunger take over them for the second time. Just with kisses and she was already wet enough.

"Waterfall is overflowed"he whispered to her ear, his fingers playing with her, moans coming from her mouth.

"Nothing's gonna hurt you baby. Nothing's gonna take you from my side"

He was now inside her, the pleasure hitting him like electricity. She was tight around him, fitting him better than anyone. His heart next to hers, his eyes scanning her expressions one by one. Every girl would be jealous from her beautifulness and every guy was wishing to be him right now.

"When we laugh into the microphone and singing, with our sunglasses on to our favorite songs"

They both remembered the same day. Their first road trip. It was a hot summer day, music was loud and they were singing, or dancing, or laughing, or kissing. A day spent away from where they lived, next to a river just the two of them.

She finished first only a few seconds before him. The moon was even smiling seeing their tired bodies come closer, hugging one another. She kissed his lips with lust and mostly love. She tried to make sure he knew she was there for him. And she was staying.

She got up from the bed, sun watching her naked body. She got her robe again and made her way to the living room where she found him. He was standing next to the window with a cup in his hand, only wearing his grey sweatpants. He knew that they would drive her insane and she knew that he was aware of that weakness.

"Good morning baby"her voice made him smile before he felt her hand to his curls.

"Good morning"he kissed her." How was your sleep?"he asked as he caressed her cheek.

"I slept good"she laughed."When did you moved us from the ground?"

"A couple hours ago" he sipped from his cup,pulling her to a hug." I made you breakfast. Well you did last night but something came up"

"Yes I know. What a pity!" she smiled at him before starting running around the furnitures with him behind her.

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stardancereivor · 3 years

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It had started with a whisper.

A Viera who left the wood was not meant to hear the Green Word. It was unclear if such a thing was meant to be a permanent punishment for leaving behind her duties, or if it was incentive to bring them back into the fold. In years past, a Viera was never allowed to return to the wood after abandoning her sisters; she was exiled. In recent years it had become allowed, and those Viera were no longer in permanent exile. Still, typically none returned. They left for a reason, after all. Eivør was one of those Viera; she left to find herself, to discover what she was missing. Damn did she find it. She had seen so much in her time away from Viras. She had seen magic unlike anything the Viera typically practiced, and learned it as well. She had been introduced to weapons, technology, things she still didn't entirely understand. It was exciting, it was enlightening. However, not all of it was good. She had also been introduced to evils she had never considered, and heartbreak.

Eivør had always intended to return, she just never had a plan on when. Part of it was because of how much she enjoyed being among others not of her kind, but part of it was also for fear of if she went back... would she leave again? It was not worry that she wouldn't be allowed that stopped her, it was fear that she would decide to stay. It was home, after all. Twelve years did not compare to eighty. While she had made a home for herself, Viras was home. She had accepted many things about being away from Viras; it guaranteed she would never birth a child, she would not see her mother, her brother, any of her companions. But in leaving them she gained so much more. She gained knowledge, power, strength, and happiness. Was it always perfect? No. Was it always easy? Also no. But was it worth it? Usually the answer was yes.

And then one night something visited her in her dreams. It was a quiet, distant voice. Barely above a whisper. But she knew this voice. She had heard it before. She would know it anywhere. It was one that had her sitting up in bed and waking in a cold sweat. The ticking of a distant clock and the idle tip tapping of a dodo wandering around were the only sounds around her. No chirping of birds, no rustling of leaves and branches, no distant rivers. Just Eivør's breath, her racing heart, and Fat Son.

Mother?

She hadn't been able to sleep again that night. It made carrying on with her tasks difficult for the following day; all she could think about was the whisper of her mother's voice. Falling to sleep for the following night had been difficult. It had been stressful, and though the night was fitful she eventually gave in to exhaustion.

She is sick. She needs you.

A second sleepless night had followed that. Her mother was sick? How? What could she do for her? It once again had Eivør waking in the night. She was shaking, she could barely think, or breathe. As if by no conscious volition of her own she began to back; clothes, weapons, food. The necessities. And Fat Son. She at least knew not to abandon him in her packing frenzy. And that was that, she rushed home. The use of aetheryte teleportation made the initial journey so much quicker, as it allowed her to get as close as possible to the borders of the jungle before she was forced to travel by foot.

This was a path she had taken only once before, and it had been in the opposite direction. Nevertheless, her feet carried her as if by instinct. Her body knew where to go. Home. She stopped only to rest, and to care for Fat Son, as the travel has stressed the poor dodo. Otherwise she made no detours, no stops for anything extracurricular. Only what was necessary. The closer she got to Golmore she louder the voice became. She needs you.

And then Eivør found herself at the edge of the forest. There it was. The familiar scent, the sounds, the trees. It was all there again right before her very eyes.

Golmore Jungle.

Dare she step foot beyond these trees? Was she even truly welcome to return home? Eivør's heart raced, she could hear it pounding in her ears. Home. She was home. But what awaited her here? She stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring into the depths of a forest she had always known. A forest that had at one time been her entire world. All she had known. Now it felt... small. It was no smaller than it used to be, and it was still a massive place, but it felt so much smaller than the world she now knew. All that was left was to take that final step forward...

Because her mother needed her.

With a gentle sigh and a shake of her head, Eivør squeezed Fat Son tightly in her arms and began walking again. She stepped easily over logs, stones, and creeks. This forest was her domain, and she had always been and always would be its master. She ducked, she climbed, and she maneuvered her way through the forests of her homeland with ease, as if she had never left. While she did this she could hear everything, all those sounds the missed. The animals, the singing of birds, the distant creeks, waterfalls, rivers, the creaking of the trees moving and swaying, their branches heavy upon their trunks. She could even hear quiet whispers, the soft patter and skitter of humanoid footsteps. Someone was following her. It wasn't threatening, however. It was almost comforting in a way. Most likely it was a wood warder who had seen her enter the forest from the outside, but he did not attack a Viera. He just kept a wary eye, but made no move to stop her from her goal. She clearly knew where she was going. If she didn't stop she could get there by nightfall...

Eivør all but ran through the forest, leaping and climbing and gliding down pathways she had never forgotten. She stopped only when she finally smelled it; Viras. Someone was preparing something delicious. What time of year was it now? They must have been having a party of some kind. She couldn't help the smile on her face as she ventured closer, only to be met with a pair of spears being pointed at her face. "HALT! Stranger, who--" There was then a gasp, and one of the spears was lowered. "Eivør?"

"Wait, what?" The second woman lowered her spear and stepped closer with her partner. One was familiar to Eivør, white-haired Viera with dark skin, golden tattoos, and eyes like honey. The other as well, with her sandy hair and green eyes. Eivør recalled being lost in the eyes of both of these woman on more than one occasion. "No way." Honey gold eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. "No way--no..?!" The spear was slung over her back into a strap, and the white-haired woman walked a full circle around Eivør. She had stood still the entire time, hugging Fat Son protectively to her bosom and watching both women with relief and amusement. Svana and Hilde. She remembered these two so well. Were they paired now? Good for them. She must have been quite a sight to the two of them; she had been gone for eleven years now, and while not much had changed physically she was still a changed woman. She even dressed entirely different from the both of them. While both huntresses were garbed in leathers, she still wore a red dress covered in jewelry, and made of something much more delicate than leather.

"It has been.. a very long time," Eivør finally cut in, her voice quiet for the pair inspecting her.

"A ver--are you serious?!" Svanna gaped. "You abandon us for how long and come back all 'it's been a long time?!' That's your greeting?!" Claw-tipped fingers sank into fluffy white hair, clutching her head as if trying to contain herself. Meanwhile, Hilde's arms had wrapped around her midsection to laugh at Svanna. Eivør merely grinned and shrugged.

"Are you surprised, Hilde? That is very her. But.. Eivør. You have returned! This is wonderful, yes? And... you have brought dinner?" Green eyes landed upon the rotund creature in Eivør's arms, and Fat Son honked. "What--"

Eivør gasped, laughed, and squeezed the dodo with a wide smile. "Oh! Haha. Oh. No, no. He is not for dinner. This is.. this is my pet. I could not leave him behind, so... ah.. Hilde. Svanna. I. Mm. It's. This is awkward. I know you.. I know you will want to catch up? And perhaps have many questions.. but--"

With a gentle smile of understanding Hilde cut in, "you are here for Salma." Svanna immediately sobered and lowered her hands away from her head. While Hilde smiled, Svanna frowned. Eivør's ears slowly lowered to lay flat against her hair. "It's fine. We understand. Come, she still lives in the same home she did when you left.. we'll walk you there." Hilde finally turned, holding an arm out toward Eivør in invitation. Mismatched eyes widened a moment as she looked first to Hilde, then Svanna, and then finally to the village behind them. Viras. Her bottom lip quivered a moment, and Eivør had to cough and clear her throat as she took a shaky breath in and then began to walk closer into the village.

It was exactly as she remembered. Nothing had changed. And in the best way. Eivør's gaze wandered as she walked between Svanna and Hilde, following them to humor them. She still knew where to go. While many women were busy with their own suppers or various preparations, there were a few who met eyes with Eivør. Each one had a similar reaction; shock, relief, joy, and confusion. The closer they got to her mother's home, however, the less often she was met with confusion.

"How did you know of Salma's condition, Eivør?" Svanna asked as they approached the home. An abode covered in flowers, with a garden to rival Gridania surrounding it. Her heart skipped a beat as she gazed upon her childhood home. The home she grew up in. Her mother's home.

"I--I.. I dreamed of it. I. I heard it. I heard her." Her voice cracked a moment, but Eivør was quick to clear her throat. "Thank you for escorting me. Is there anyone in there with her now?"

"Yes, a healer from the next village over. It.. Eivør. It does not--"

"She needs me."

Svanna frowned. "...Right.." White ears lowered a bit, and Svanna approached the door to open it without bothering to knock. "Salma looks as ill as she is, Eivør. Are you prepared?"

"... Yes," she lied. Eivør then slipped past Svanna to let herself into the home. She stopped just past the threshold to look around. Everything was still mostly the same. Some redecorating here and there, but it was still her mother's home. It smelled of flowers, of nature, but also.. herbs. Healing herbs. Natural remedies. Medicines. Eivør frowned. This was why Salma needed her, she had learned healing outside of Viras' capabilities. Without a word she continued through the home, her arrival announced only by the clicking of heels and the jingling of jewelry. Even Fat Son dared not make a sound. She stopped only when she reached the threshold of her mother's bedroom, where she stood in the open doorway and gazed down upon the women gathered in the room. Two women were to the side, perhaps praying to the Green Word. She vaguely recognized them. These were friends of her mother's. One woman was completely alien to her; this must have been the visiting healer.

And then there sat Salma... she was gaunt, she even looked malnourished. Eivør could hear her breathing struggle, as if each breath took everything within her to take. Her normally beautifully dark skin was somehow pale, and even her hair had gained more grays. If Eivør didn't know any better she would think her mother to be an ancient; a Viera thousands of years old, old as the oldest tree in Golmore. But that was not the case at all. Salma was barely two hundred.. she still had so much life left to live.

Finally Eivør's quiet voice broke the silence."... M.. mother.. I--" Her breath caught in her throat, and tears filled her eyes and fell down her face. There were quiet gasps in the room as the healer and Salma's companions looked up from what they were doing. There stood Eivør, the daughter who had abandoned them to learn silly star magic. After eleven years. She had returned. "I.."

"Is that.. Eivør?" Croaked a familiar, but sickly voice. Eivør choked back a sob. "My... shining star..?" Fat Son was set down on the floor as Eivør stepped closer, nudging gently past the visiting healer to kneel down beside Salma's bedside and take a thin, shaking hand reaching out toward her. She took it in both hands and held it tightly at first, then more gently when she thought better of it. Eivør's own hands trembled as she brought a hand that was all but skin and bones to her lips. "Eivør, my love. You returned.. let me make you some tea--"

"No, mother.. no. It's. It's fine. I." Another kiss to her hand, and then it was brought to her forehead. "I heard your call. I'm here. I'm here. I'll fix you. I promise. I'll make you better." This was followed by another choked back sob. Svanna and Hilde in the doorway exchanged looks before quietly stepping in to usher the other women out. Let them have their reunion, especially since Svanna was sure it would not last.

There was a tired smile on Salma's face, but joy was still seen in dulled eyes. "Oh, my little star. Do not cry. If the Green Word brought you here, it must know you can help, yes?" With one hand held captive, the other reached across to pet dark hair of a weeping child. "I feel... better. Better already. Just seeing my Eivør. My darling girl. My little star."

She needs you, Eivør.

#FFXIV RP #Mateus RP #Crystal Data Center #Viera #viera #Unprompted Writing #IC

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darthlorddiamond · 4 years

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In the Center of Everything

Request: Hello love! Can you write with something like rebel and force sensetive reader and Kylo kidnaps her but he doesn't want rebels to come so he takes her to Naboo instead? They spend time there and reader is nice person so they slowly start falling for each other? I was thinking like kinda fairytale setup like dresses he gives her, fancy meals etc. Picnic next to the waterfalls like Anakin and padme would be a nice bonus for @imaginesyes

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Reading Time: 14 min

Category: Fluff

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In the Center of Everything

There's something sweet and almost kind

But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined

It has been some time since I have been, how to put it... In captivity on this planet? It all started a long time ago, for several years I had done everything possible to try to go unnoticed by the war that was happening everywhere, I knew perfectly well that something in me made me different from others, and for that reason, I decided to live with a low profile, I didn´t want to attract the attention of anyone, not the separatist groups, or those who called themselves rebels and much less the First Order, at the end of the day I was sure that if someone noticed that peculiarity that I had, they wouldn't hesitate to spread the word and eventually I would have someone behind me looking for me.

I realized that I was able to connect with the Force when I was a teenager and to be honest, at first, I was very scared, I didn't understand what was happening or how I could do what I was doing, but with the passage of the years, I accepted that that was my nature and I couldn't deny it, so I cultivated it as best I could.

When my parents passed away, I completely put aside the business and commercial life we had and isolated myself, I built a small cabin from scratch in a quarry near our town and dedicated myself to planting what I could, slowly, I became a self-sufficient person. All this time I stayed out of the conflicts that were happening outside, never in my life did I think that I would end up in the center of everything.

One night, I still remember it perfectly, while I was meditating, I connected with a strange energy. At first, I was very scared, I couldn´t understand what was responding to me, so I immediately cut my meditation. It took a few weeks before I was encouraged to do it again.

The next time I connect with that energy, try to prolong it as long as I can. Little by little, night after night, I connected with that entity more often. I didn't know what it was, who it was, or where in the Galaxy it was, but I felt quite comfortable and intrigued to have made such a connection. I never suspected anything, I never thought that it could be something that would hurt me, I simply felt that it was someone like me out there and that, even with my self-exile in the middle, it made me feel accompanied... Until that night arrived.

It all started like a small whisper that intensified, “Where are you?”; A pair of eyes that pierced the gloom of the space that divided us. One question only. An answer from me that I would later regret "Cantonica".

And now he's dear and so unsure

I wonder why I didn't see it there before

A couple of days passed until the consequence of my actions resonated. It was a day like any other, I never thought that something out of my routine would happen. I woke up, had breakfast, and planned my day: check and maintain my herbs, fetch some water from a nearby well, take the opportunity to wash some clothes, and go quickly to town to find some supplies that I had scarce.

When I returned home, it was already beginning to get dark, the door was closed and everything in my home seemed to be in order until I entered the living room.

A shadowy black figure was sitting on my sofa, slightly lit by the fire in the fireplace, which he had surely lit while waiting for my return.

I was completely paralyzed in place, the basket in my hands fell to the ground and some of the apples that I had collected during the day rolled on the ground, reaching his feet.

The silence was sepulchral, I could see how his body curved towards the floor and slowly, one of his hands took one of the apples that was at his feet. Immediately afterward, his entire body rose from my sofa, he was a huge black mass, I couldn´t distinguish any feature in his figure, his shoulders were wide, his entire body was covered by a black cape that seemed to blend with the shadows of the stay and his face was covered by a mask.

My only reaction was to try to run away. In seconds one of his hands grabbed my arm and my back hit his chest, where he wrapped both arms around me and lifted me off the ground.

I screamed, kicked, tried my best to break his hold on my body. Little by little I ended up getting tired, my mind kept bringing a thousand scenarios: He will it kill me? What is he doing here, what does he want? Who is he? Why me? Just when I stopped fighting him, he released me, and my feet hit the ground again, I immediately turned to look at him.

"Don't you recognize me?" A distorted metallic voice came out of him, I shook my head slightly as I took a step back. My body was tired of trying to get rid of him, my legs were shaking, a cold chill ran down my spine and the room was slowly beginning to darken.

"It was you who brought me here..." He spoke again, at that moment I understood everything, that Beast was the source of the energy with which I had connected the previous nights, what had I done? At that moment, the panic completely seized me, with one last effort, I tried to run, but with a few steps he grabbed me again "No!" I yelled as loud as I could "What are you doing here?" I tried to separate my body from his with all my might "You know perfectly what I have come for" that metallic screech resounded in my ears with peculiar annoyance.

No, no, no. I didn´t want to, I couldn´t believe it, "Please..." the tears ran down my cheeks "Please... Leave me alone..." I sobbed uncontrollably, while my body collapsed on his, rendered by the struggle "Inside you, you know that I can't" his arms held me tighter "Please..." my cry was already a single whisper "Just sleep" he passed one of his hands in front of my face.

He lifted me in his arms, while my eyelids closed completely.

The firelight was completely extinguished.

The last I remember of that night is the sound of his footsteps, I never understood why it had happened.

And now he's dear and so unsure

I wonder why I didn't see it there before

When I woke up I was in a foreign place. It was a small cabin, quite minimalist in the middle of a forest, surrounded by absolutely nothing but trees, I could suspect that near where I was there was a body of water since I could hear it, a small waterfall perhaps, or a small lake.

I walked a little through that small place, I had everything I needed, clothes, food, products for my care. Even though the place was a bit cozy, I felt quite scared, I still didn´t understand what was happening, however, I found enough comfort in the fact that that black figure wasn´t with me.

I spent a few days in solitude, days that I took the opportunity to go into the surroundings of the cabin. I wanted to know if there was a nearby place where I could ask for help, but I didn't find anything.

One afternoon, returning home, I noticed that there was something strange, the door of the cabin was open, smoke was coming out of the chimney and a small light illuminated the main room, I understood that that black figure had returned and before entering I contemplated the possibility to flee, but where? Besides, if he had been able to trace me to Cantonica, he would be more than capable of finding me in this place, so, despite my desire to do so, I entered the cabin.

He was sitting again on a sofa in front of the fire, this time I could observe him better, he wasn´t wearing his helmet, so I could see his long, black and wavy hair "Where were you?" his voice sounded very deep, very different without that mask, I didn't know what to answer so I remained silent "I asked you a question!" he yelled and his voice echoed through all the walls "I went out to see the surroundings" I answered fearfully, with a blow he got up from his place and in a few steps he reached where I was, one of his hands held my chin and looked at me in the eyes "You will never leave this place if I don´t allow it!" at that moment panic took hold of me again, my legs were shaking and I closed my eyes and a few tears escaped. His hand left my face and I could feel him walking past me "I left food in the kitchen..." I could hear a small sigh from him "I also left you some clothes and supplies in your room" and without saying more he left the cabin slamming the door.

These types of encounters were repeated a few more times, every time he came to see me he left me supplies, dresses made with fabrics that I had never seen before, and some other gifts, such as necklaces, bracelets, and sweets. I didn't understand what was happening. Who was this man? Why had he brought me to this place? What did he want from me?

One of those many nights that he had come to see me I decided it was time to confront him, I appreciated the details he had with me, but I couldn't say that I was grateful, at the end of the day, this man had kidnapped me and I still didn't know why.

"Who you are?" I asked before he went out the door again "That doesn't matter" he answered without even turning to look at me, for a moment my blood boiled, I was tired of him appearing and disappearing without giving me explanations, without saying anything "Of course it matters!" I didn't notice the tone of my voice, and yet he kept walking without saying anything to me "Is this all a twisted little fantasy of yours?", he was about to reach the door when he turned his face suddenly, I could notice how his brow frowned "You´re exceeding a limit that you should not cross" he threatened me raising one of his hands and pointing one of his fingers at me, something in my stomach told me that I should stop with this confrontation, but I couldn't… "I need answers!" now it was me who was walking towards him with an outstretched hand and a finger pointing at him "I know you have brought me here because I manipulate the Force!" I yelled at him as my finger sank into his chest "But I don't know why I'm here or why you're doing this and..." his always stoic face, began to flood with a red color "I'm done! I will not continue with this! " Suddenly a roar was present and all the furniture in the house went flying "You will do what I tell you!" he yelled as he paced back and forth "I'm not your toy!" Even though my body was shaking with fear and helplessness, my anger was even greater, "You can't have me here" I threw it in his face once more "Of course I can and I will continue to do so" he turned his back on me once more and went out the door, I ran after him to reach him, but the darkness of the forest didn´t let me see him...

She glanced this way, I thought I saw

And when we touched she didn't shudder at my paw

Once again, I was alone in that place, without knowing what to do or why, full of anger, anger, and fear...

A few weeks went by without him showing up at the cabin, so I take advantage of all those days to tidy up the house, clean, and review some of the things that he had brought. The truth is that I refused to wear several of the clothes that he had given me, as well as the jewels, so I had simply put it away without paying any more attention, but now, with many time alone, I looked closely at it and I could notice each one of it were quite exquisite.

The days continued to pass without knowing anything about him, for some strange reason, I was beginning to miss his presence, I hadn´t noticed before, but the truth is that he was quite a handsome man, although, every time this idea crossed my mind I felt quite guilty and angry at me.

The weeks became months, I began to wonder if I would see him again or if I had to accept the idea that I was stranded in that place with no one else around me. I began to have small panic attacks due to my loneliness and some nights I implored to see him again.

One morning I went for a walk to the nearby stream, indeed, it had a small waterfall, it was a comfortable place that filled me with tranquility, when I returned to the cabin, I noticed that the door was open and my heart jumped, I didn't know if it jolts with joy or scared, but I ran inside right away.

There were a few pieces of furniture lying around, I started to feel scared. I kept going until I reached the bathroom, where I found him lying on the floor, he was injured. I immediately rushed to the ground and tried to hold him "Don't touch me!" he growled as his hands tried to remove mine from his body "You're bleeding!" I insisted holding his hands with mine "I don't need your pity..." he growled again, I turned to see him, our eyes were fixed for a few seconds, I could see that he felt pain and I weighed all that we had previously experienced and I felt the need to attend to him "Let me help you…” I spoke softly “Please…” he nodded slightly and I took it for a yes, despite his pride wasn´t allowing him to say it, he wanted my help.

No it can't be, I'll just ignore

But then she's never looked at me that way before

That night he slept in my bed. When I woke up the next morning, I assumed that it was likely that he was no longer in the cabin. I was so surprised to see him still asleep that a small smile spread across my face. He was a completely different person, calm. The little light that filtered in through the window finely illuminated the features of his face and my heart jumped slightly with a strangely warm, not out of fear or insecurity, so I left that room a bit confused by what I just felt.

The days went by, and he… He stayed with me in the cabin. Little by little, we began to exchange more words, although not many, he was a man who spoke little. He began to help me with the little chores of the house, although he was quite clumsy at first, he improved as the days went by. He even offered to help me with the little herb garden that I had started to build in the garden.

Slowly his laughter began to flood our meals, and his stories about his travels across the Galaxy catch me at night. I learned about things that I didn´t know existed thanks to him and my heart kept jumping every hour that I enjoyed his company.

On one occasion I asked him if he wouldn´t go away again, the only thing he answered was that there was no place out there where he belonged. At that moment I understood that the Beast that had appeared a year ago in the room of my old home no longer existed and it was in that moment that I decided that that place where we were, in the middle of nowhere and far from everything, was now the home of both, however, I still felt my doubts, what if the bond that we were beginning to have was just a product of my imagination.

New and a bit alarming

Who'd have ever thought that this could be?

One morning, after waking up next to him, I wanted to put a plan to the test: the night before I had prepared a basket with some food, my idea was to ask him to accompany me to the forest to find some berries to plant in the garden. That morning I fixed myself with one of the dresses that he had brought me during one of his first visits and that I had never worn. When he got up, I had everything ready.

"I'm going to need your help today...", he just looked at me a little confused "Please get ready before we get late". A few minutes later he left the room towards the kitchen where I was "Hold this" I gave him the basket, his face was full of confusion, he couldn´t understand what was happening, I walked to the door and turned to see him "What are you waiting? Let's go!" and I smiled at him as I walked out the door.

We walked for a few minutes in the forest without saying anything until we reached the stream. Once on the shore, I spread the blanket, I approached him, took the basket, and sat on the ground, he just imitated my steps. I took out some of the bites that were in the basket and we began to eat, we never speak. When we finished, I looked back at him.

"I don't know much about you...", he just fixed his eyes on mine "And you don't know much about me..." I started to take off my shoes "But we´re both... Living in this place..." the sound of the waterfall was like little sinfonie behind us "I didn't get here of my own free will and I still don't understand why..." I plunged my feet into the water "But I've grown to love this place..." I turned to look at him and a huge smile was painted on my lips "And I've started to take a strange affection for you, although I don't know if I should..." and suddenly, everything changed.

The birds sang around us, the sound of the waterfall became louder, and his lips... His lips were on mine with an intensity that I had never felt. One of his hands was holding my neck, while the other was holding one of mine firmly. His caress was soft, however, somewhat desperate, but full of passion "Ben..." he whispered as a smile touched his lips and his hand caressed my cheek "My name is Ben". At no time did his eyes leave mine and my heart burned completely "Well, Hello Ben" I went over to kiss him again "Welcome home".

True that he's not Prince Charming

But there's something in him that I simply didn't see

#kylo ren #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo ren fic #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x yn #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren fluff #kylo ren smut #ben solo #ben solo x you #ben solo x reader #ben solo imagine #ben solo fluff #ben solo smut

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nxnoire · 5 years

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Desiderium

Don’t Let Them See You Cry

Part One Part Two Part Four

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

My third prompt for @badthingshappenbingo

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Chat Noir had become a stray cat, roaming Paris trying to find a place to stay the night. It had been close to a half hour since he had barged out of his house. At first, he just needed to get out and make sense of the spinning thoughts in his head. Now that he had calmed down, he realized the danger of being out in the streets. The sun was slowly inching towards the horizon, nighttime coming soon to swallow the city in darkness. He wasn't safe out in the streets alone as a 15-year-old boy. His father—Hawkmoth could easily akumatize him, too. For once, he wished the demon wouldn't go looking for his lost son.

He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, trying to think of what to do. Marinette's house stood in front of him. He had considered Nino, but nobody was home. He'd crash with Alya, but she'd make a big deal out of it. All he needed was somebody who would help him without question. Marinette was the perfect person.

She sat on her rooftop balcony, sketching in her sketchbook. What would she think if he just waltzed in and asked her to shelter the superhero that was supposed to be a figure to look up to? Coming in as Adrien would be his best bet, but, still, it'd be like hitting a brick wall either way. How he would explain himself without giving his secret identity away, he had no idea.

There probably wasn't a good way to. All he'd be able to say is that his father was evil and he ran away. Basically, downplay the story until she was ready to hear the truth. Until he was ready. Truthfully, he didn't think he'd ever be ready to tell her, no matter how much it'd bug him.

He hopped off the roof and landed in an empty alley. Once he made sure nobody was around, he detransformed.

Plagg flew out of the ring and yawned, his yawn resembling a meow. "Did you find a place to stay yet?" He asked, expressing genuine concern for his owner.

"Yeah. We're gonna stay with Marinette for a while," he answered, beginning to head out of the alley.

Plagg didn't waste his time complaining. The kid needed to be with someone he knew. He needed someone that would understand him when he was ready to reveal his secrets. Someone that would save him and risk their own secret if necessary. He needed Ladybug, even if he didn't know it was her.

He hid in Adrien's pocket as they exited the safety of the alley. Adrien took a deep breath and crossed the street, walking closer and closer to the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Inside the shop was Marinette's mother, her father probably making pastries behind her. He'd just walk in that way and tell them he was there to get make-up work, or something like that.

He opened the shop door, causing a bell to ring. Sabine put on her retail face and looked up, but shed the mask when she saw it was Adrien who walked in. "Hello, Adrien, are you here to see Marinette?" she asked warmly.

"Yeah, is she here? I need help with the work I missed today," he said with his best fake smile.

"She should be in her room."

"Thank you, ma'am." He smiled and walked towards the door. He waved to Tom, who waved back, flour covering his hands and apron.

Once he walked into the apartment, he shed his mask, a more comfortable frown laying on his face. Slowly, he made his way upstairs to Marinette's room. For some reason, he was nervous to be there. What was he supposed to say? Her friend just barges in unexpectedly asking to stay with her for an unknown period of time. Not exactly normal to say the least.

Marinette's room was void of her presence, as expected. He walked over to her ladder and climbed it, careful not to fall. Quietly, he poked his head out of the trap door and looked at the girl. She was unaware of his presence, her concentration deep in her newest design.

"Marinette?" He called softly.

Marinette threw her sketchbook, shot up and turned around. "A-Adrien?!" She looked at him, flustered. "I thought you were kisk–I mean sick!"

He shook his head. "It's a long story..."

She noticed whatever it was seemed to be bothering him. "Do you need to talk about it?"

"Can we?"

She nodded and walked over to him, her heart beating quickly. As they stepped down the ladder, she noticed that her hands were shaking and sweaty. It was all normal to her, but she really wished that in that moment her body would stop freaking out.

They walked over to her desk and sat down in the chairs, facing each other. "So...what's wrong?" she asked, worried.

Adrien looked at the ground. No matter how much he wanted to avoid telling her the story, he had to. He was in her bedroom, the point of no return. Whatever he said, he knew wouldn’t leave the house, through. That comforted him just enough to push him to tell her. "I can't go back home. It's not safe. Not now at least."

"What? Why?"

He sighed heavily. "I just found out my father is Hawkmoth."

Marinette’s eyes were about to pop out of her skull. Of all people she could have been fighting, it had to be Gabriel Agreste. The world-famous fashion designer she looked up to. The father of her crush. Why, of all people, did it have to be him? Why couldn’t it have been anyone else? Someone that didn’t affect her friends. “Adrien...” she muttered sadly, his tears reflecting on her eyes.

Her hands reached out but stopped, not knowing what to do. As Ladybug she found it easy to comfort others. As Marinette...not so much. Especially when the person crying was Adrien. Usually, she hugged those in need and assured them that everything would be alright. It wouldn’t work this time. Nothing would ever alright. What he had just gone through was so harsh that he would never recover. It wasn’t something Ladybug could fix by throwing a Lucy Charm in the air. It wasn’t something capturing an akuma would fix. Capturing Hawkmoth wouldn’t help.

“I’m so sorry...” A hot tear rolled down her cheek. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” she repeated, hating for herself for not knowing how to help him. “Please, stay here.” She sniffled and grabbed his hands, feeling the fallen droplets on his skin. He looked up at her, wanting to cry even more that he had made her cry too. “I promise you with my life that I will protect you. You’re safe here. Just...don’t go. I don’t know what’d happen if you didn’t have somewhere safe to stay.” She took in a shaky breath. “Please don’t leave me.”

Adrien smiled weakly, a smile that shattered Marinette’s heart. He was happy that he found a new home, even if it was temporary. There would be lively dinners, human interaction, people that truly cared about him, and, above all, no Miraculous to worry about, except for his own, of course. His face couldn’t display that joy. The pain was far too strong. Still, he forced himself to smile through the strong frown. “Thank you, Marinette.”

Without hesitation, he pulled her into a large hug. He held her tightly, a combination of needing human contact and not wanting to loose the only person that was there to protect him.

Marinette didn’t freak out for the first time in a while. Seeing him so raw had in turn made her raw, which worked in her favor as it curbed her anxiety. She closed her eyes and smiled, the last of her tears falling onto his shoulders.

After embracing each other for a few long moments, they pulled away. Adrien rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, the waterfall finally coming to a halt. He yawned, all of the sudden emotions tiring him out. His chronic lack of sleep wasn’t much help, either.

Marinette, rubbing her eyes, stood up and pushed her chair in. “Do you need anything? I could fix dinner for you, if you’d like.”

“No, but thank you. I just need sleep.” He ruffled his already messy hair.

Marinette finally took notice of how horrible he looked. His hair was a mess, nothing like the perfectly groomed hair Adrien normally donned. Instead of his typical outfit, he wore a hoodie and sweatpants. He hadn’t even bothered to grab tennis shoes, his feet fitting snug in a pair of slide-on sandals. The kindness that usually sat in his eyes was replaced with a gray haze. Dried tears he hadn’t bothered to wash off sat on top of the dark circles underneath them. This wasn’t the picture-perfect-company-image-Adrien she had come to know. This was his true form, him at his true worst.

"Maybe you should take a shower first," she suggested. Once her words registered, she became flustered again. "N-not that you're bad how you are now! I just thought-"

"No, I understand. I haven't been in the best mood lately. I think the shower can wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I need to separate myself from my old home."

An arrow shot through Marinette’s heart, shattering the broken pieces she had begun to put back together. It was almost impossible for her to imagine what it must have been like to be forced to leave all he loved behind. “Do you need to go back there and get a few things? I’d be glad to help.” She would 100% help him as Ladybug. The only problem was explaining how she got Ladybug to do it for her. In such a troubling time, she would willingly reveal her identity to help, but she couldn’t trust him, no matter how much she wanted to. This was Hawkmoth’s son. Even if she knew he was pure, she couldn’t take any chances.

“I can’t go back there. My father, he’d try to hurt me.” He looked at his Miraculous, and made himself aware of Plagg’s presence in his hoodie, half-wishing he had never been given it.

“Why would he do that? I’m sure he still loves you, even if he is...bad.”

"I can't explain it. If I did, it'd only put you in more danger."

"More danger?"

"He can find me, no matter where I am. He knows every single person I associate with. He's going to send my bodyguard and Nathalie. They're going to find out where I am eventually. If they can't, he'll just send over an akuma and figure it out easily." He sighed. "And I can't be akumatized.”

“If you were akumatized, I’m sure Ladybug and Chat Noir would help you.” She saw something strange flash in his eyes. “Besides...I don’t think I’d be in any more danger.” She was. She was Ladybug. She had the Miraculous his father wanted. If he found Adrien and her together, and tired to hurt her for helping him...he would figure it out easily and things wouldn’t be so pretty.

“What’s the worst he could do,” she continued, “akumatize me? If neither of us have a Miraculous, there’s no way he’d be able to do much harm to us.”

Plagg squirmed in the hoodie, hitting Adrien’s chest. It was tacit that the kwami was trying to warn him against mentioning his Miraculous. “It doesn’t matter. This will only end in pain. He’s going to find a way to get the Miraculous. He’s angry. Really angry. There’s going to be a really strong akuma soon, and it’s probably going to be me.”

"Not on my watch." He looked back up at Marinette. "I know how to avoid akumatization. All you have to do is tell yourself there's another way out, and he can't hurt you. Besides, he can't just come into my house and take you. If it comes down to it, we can run off to someone else's house. For now, though, we stay here and keep our eyes open."

But I have a Miraculous. It's extremely dangerous here, Adrien wished he could say.

It is dangerous being around him. I have a Miraculous, Marinette thought, weighing the good and bad.

Adrien stood up. "Can I go to bed now? I think I need to hit reset for a bit."

Marinette nodded. "You can sleep in my bed, if you'd like. I can sleep down here for a while until we figure something out."

"Can you lay with me? I don't feel comfortable being alone." He scratched the back of his head and looked to the side.

"U-uh, yes, I'd love to! Ah, I mean-yes, I'd love to help! Yeah, I'm always ready to help my best friend!"

Adrien smiled. Another yawn came over him, signaling he was about to crash. He climbed onto the bed, it’s warmth singing an irresistible song. Marinette followed, not bothering to change out of her normal clothes. A bright blush tinted her face, her anxiety finally coming back. Both teens got under the blanket awkwardly and lay down facing away from each other.

Almost immediately, Adrien fell asleep. He lay completely still, his chest softly rising and falling with his calm breathing. Marinette looked at him and smiled. She was in the same bed as Adrien Agreste! No, she shook her head. He's hurting. This isn't the time to be fangirling.

She turned around and looked at Tikki, who seemed more troubled than Marinette. "Tikki, what's wrong?"

"It's just...I feel so bad for him, and...there's other things that I can't tell you, to keep you safe. I'm sure when he's ready he'll tell you," Tikki explained.

Marinette nodded and turned the light off, enveloping the room in a comfortable darkness. The lights from Paris peeked through the windows, keeping the room from being completely dark. She closed her eyes and found sleep easy to come.

Tikki waited until Marinette had fallen asleep before flying over to Plagg, who had hidden under the bed. "Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm just worried for him. It's a lot to handle, especially since he's so young," Plagg explained.

Tikki understood completely. "Come lay up here. You don't have to worry here." She flew onto the bed, Plagg following. Both kwamis curled up by their owners and lay, hoping Hawkmoth would be kind that night.

———

Marinette’s eyes slowly opened to the annoying sound of her alarm. She groaned and turned it off, wishing for another couple hours of sleep. Just as she was about to sit up, she felt something laying on her. She looked down. Flesh? Her body froze as she realized what—or who—it was.

A scream almost erupted from her mouth, the sharp pain of her biting her lip preventing it from manifesting. The fact that Adrien had stayed the night had completely gone out the window during her slumber. Surprisingly, he was still fast asleep. He had cuddled up next to her, his arm and leg resting on her.

What was she supposed to do? He looked so peaceful sleeping like that. Cute, even. They couldn't be late to school, though. Well, Marinette couldn't. Not again.

Tikki flew over and gave Marinette a sly grin. Marinette pouted her lip. "This isn't funny!" she whispered. "I slept in the same bed as Adrien Agreste! He slept in my bed!"

All she got in return was that same grin. She turned to face Adrien again, giving up on entrusting her kwami for support. It was now or never. If she hesitated, both of them would be late. She set her hand on his shoulder and shook it softly. "Adrien...it's time to get up."

Luckily, his eyes slid open not long after she began to wake him up. He blinked a couple times, trying to register where he was. Once he came to, he sat up quickly and looked at Marinette, who had already begun to sit up.

"Good morning," Marinette said, trying to hide her embarrassment. She hoped she’d be the only one to remember the position they had slept in."Let's get ready for school, okay?"

He nodded and was the first to get down, not saying a word. Marinette followed, hoping his silence was due to his lack of awareness.

"I can show you the way to the bathroom," she suggested.

"Okay," he muttered, his voice still hoarse from sleeping.

She led him downstairs, only to be greeted by her mother, who had made breakfast for the both of them. "Ah!" Marinette exclaimed, almost falling down the stairs. "M-mom! I can explain it's-"

"Oh, honey, you don't have to explain. I know you're just trying to help a friend out," Sabine said sweetly. "I made breakfast for the both of you!"

Both teens walked over to the table, trying to hide their embarrassment. Adrien had finally begun to wake up and fully realized how strange the situation was. With that also came him remembering the events that took place the day before. He swallowed and looked down at the breakfast made for him.

He looked back up at Marinette, who was staring at the TV behind him. He smiled, without truly knowing why. He snapped out of it and turned to look at the TV, but Marinette stopped him.

"Ah, so, uh, Adrien..." she began, gaining his attention. "I guess I could help you catch up on what you missed yesterday. Once you're done eating, that is."

He nodded. "Thanks, that would help a lot."

Once they had finished eating in awkward silence, Marinette showed Adrien the way to the bathroom, allowing him to take as much time as he needed.

She sighed on the other side of the door and walked over to her mother. "We need to protect him from the news, Mom."

Her mother nodded, watching the broadcast of Gabriel Agreste.

"My son and I had a little...argument last night. He ran off, all of his teen angst getting the better of him. I hope we find him soon."

Marinette narrowed her eyes, knowing the only true reason he wanted Adrien was because he was Hawkmoth. If Adrien was home, then the secret would be safe. He could prevent Adrien from saying a thing just by locking him up and taking his access to the outside world.

Adrien leaned against the vanity, trying not to cry. Of course he remembered every single word his father said to him. He wished he could go back, but he couldn't. Not if his father was...

He refused to put those two names in the same sentence. Maybe if he ignored it, he would eventually be numb to it, just like everything else. He splashed water on his face, cooling it down and washing the budding tears away with it. Once he dried his face, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make it look semi-presentable. Tonight, he'd have to return home and get his things, no matter what. He couldn't live with just the clothes in his back, the ring on his finger, and the cell phone in his pocket.

He pulled the phone out and saw texts from his father and Nathalie. He didn't bother reading them before he deleted them. Sighing, he put the phone back in his pocket and walked out of the bathroom.

He noticed Marinette was all ready. He remembered he had forgotten to grab his bag from home, so all of his school work was still there.

Marinette saw he had finished and walked over to him. "We can share notes today. We'll find a way to get your things back later, okay?"

He nodded and followed the girl outside, avoiding the eyes of her parents and the customers. "I'm sorry, again, for dragging you into all of this."

"No, no, don't apologize! I'm always happy to help, Adrien." They crossed the street and walked to the school in silence, both trying to find the right words to say.

Neither of them were able to say anything because Alya and Nino had noticed them walking together. Alya ran over, dragging Nino with her.

"Marinette! Adrien! Fancy seeing you two here," Alya said, obviously wanting a full length essay about why they had come to school together.

"Dude, are you okay? You look horrible," Nino noted, worried for his best friend.

"Oh, yeah, I still don't feel too well," he scratched the back of his head.

"Hmm." Alya narrowed her eyes. "You don't seem sick. Why didn't your bodyguard bring you to school today?"

He froze. "Uh...because, uh..." He could feel himself about to cry with the mention of a piece of his home. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the gushing river.

"It's a long story, guys," Marinette cut in. "How about you let him explain when he's ready?"

Alya was taken aback. "Woah, someone's getting defensive."

"Al, let's just them go," Nino, suggested, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"But this is big news! Marinette not being flustered around Adrien, Adrien looking like he just climbed out of a grave, and both of them arriving to school together without his bodyguard! Is this not–"

"Let it go."

Alya looked at her two friends, who looked more uncomfortable now. She sighed and heeded Nino's advice. "Whatever, just let us know when you're ready."

They all walked inside and into class in silence. Adrien leaned into Marinette's ear. "Can I sit by you today?" He asked.

She nodded, blushing. She sat down and patted the seat next to her, signaling for Adrien to sit down. He sat down and toyed with his Miraculous subconsciously, not having much to do. As he sat in silence, his ears picked up the conversations of others.

Did you hear what happened?

No, what?

Gabriel Agreste just came on the news and said Adrien had run away last night!

But...he's right there.

Where did he go?

What happened to him?

He tried to hold back his tears, but one slid down his cheek, causing the rest of them to flow. There was no sobbing, no messiness. Just tears falling down his cheeks and him burying his head in his arms to hide them.

Marinette noticed he had lay his head down and became concerned. He wasn't one to sleep in class or even rest his head. Still, she let him be, hoping he'd be fine. In his state, he didn’t need to be pestered.

He was anything but fine, but he had to hide his pain. He didn't know why. Maybe if nobody could see his pain, he wouldn't worry others. If he hid his pain then everyone would be safer. Marinette was already in danger. Nobody else needed to be put in danger because of himself.

Once he felt the tears stop, he lifted his head, sniffled, and rubbed his eyes. He rested his head in his hand and spaced out as Miss Bustier began her lesson.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous fanfic #adrienette #bad things happen bingo #angst #angst fic #i cried while writing this :(

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Halfway Happy

[Part 10]

[ Part 1 ] // [ Part 2 ] // [ Part 3 ] // [ Part 4 ] // [ Part 5 ] // [ Part 6 ] // [ Part 7 ] // [ Part 8 ] // [ Part 9 ]

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Quiet was a virtue and you didn't realize it until you had escaped outside—after you had stitched yourself up and you bit your lip, staring at the stars with more interest than they needed.

“What're you doing out here so late?” His voice was quiet and soft, you've never heard it like that before, and you swore you could fall asleep to it right there. Turning to him, you smiled gently and looked down at your leg, rubbing it like it was going to break at any minute. “Shit, your leg—”

“I fixed it up, made it new. Nothing to worry about, Hargrove.” He could see right through what you were trying to do and the sigh that came out wasn't meant to be that loud—but he couldn't hold it in. His legs were moving before he knew what he was doing and he sat down next to you, crossing his feet.

“You know what, I am worried, fuck, I'm terrified, Y/N.” He held up his hand when you attempted to interrupt him and tell him to not use your name. “Hopper said the gate was closed, so, why—why does everything still feel wrong? Why does it feel like the whole damn world is going to give in and—”

His voice caught then and you looked at the blonde, eyes widening at what you were witnessing. Billy Hargrove was crying.

It wasn't an act, no, you could spot one from a mile away.

Your face softened as you softly took his hand and gripped it, smiling sadly when he looked at you, the tears starting to fall. He ran his tongue along his teeth before coughing, more tears cascading down his face. “I don't want anyone to die.”

“I don't either and no one will.”

“That's—that's not a promise anyone, let alone us, can keep.” His voice made you stare at the ground and you sighed, turning to look at the back door of the house.

“I know, but, I'll be damned before anyone gets hurt.” The tone of your own voice made you gulp and you stood, brushing your pants off. “I'm going to get some sleep, you should too. We'll have a big day tomorrow.” As you turned to walk away, you heard Billy speak your name and you made eye contact with the male.

“Thanks for saving my ass back there—you know, in the tunnel.” You smiled at the gentleness of his voice and you nodded before walking inside.

—————

You bit the skin off the side of your cheek as you listed to Jim scream at the teenage boys and you squeezed your eyes shut. It wasn't their fault that your body spazzed out and they couldn't help, it was nobody's fault but sometimes, you believed it was yours.

Having a home was sacred but you didn't feel at home, you felt like you were intruding and the tears would well up in your eyes before you angrily wiped them away.

“You could've called—”

“We tried, Hopper! We did. It went straight to voicemail so don't say I didn't try to call you.” Steve's face was twisted into an angry expression and he threw his hands up in the air, rolling his eyes at the chief.

“Steve, you promised to take care of her! You promised she would be okay.” His voice raised higher and Steve growled, crossing his arms across his chest before he screamed.

“She IS okay! She's fine! I wasn't the one who asked her to be here, Hopper! You did. I'm not a damn babysitter, especially for her. She's old enough to watch herself!”

“She's being tracked by the government, Steve! She can't just watch herself!”

“Then let them take her! We've had nothing but trouble since you brought her here and we all know that's true!”

The argument came to a halt and silence filled the room as you looked down, tears cascading down your face before you stood up and walked away.

“Shit, why did I say that? I didn't mean it.” His voice became soft as he placed his palms over his face and rubbed them down, groaning as he did so.

“If you didn't mean it, why did you say it?”

Steve turned to look at Billy and he grinded his teeth together, clenching his fists before wiping his hands on his pants. “I don't—I don't know.”

—————

Tears came gushing down your face as you grabbed a dufflebag and walked over to the dresser, yanking it open roughly. Grabbing a handful of clothes, you shoved them into your bag before grabbing more and you sighed. “Nothing but trouble.”

Your eyes shut tightly as a memory of papa came rushing into your mind and you could feel the panic rising up.

“Nobody is going to want you, Five. You're nothing but trouble. A murderer.”

The door to your room creaked open and you looked over your shoulder as you zipped your bag shut before picking it up.

“Listen I—”

“I'm leaving.” The words came out of your mouth smooth and cold before you threw the bag over your shoulder quickly and walked past Steve, your shoulder slamming into his.

“No, no, no, wait—”

“I've waited enough. We've all waited enough, right? I should leave, I'm intruding.”

“No, you aren't, please, just—”

“Steve, you were right and now, it's time for me to move on. I'm sorry I've been a problem and I appreciate the honesty. Maybe we'll cross paths again, someday. Thank you for allowing me to be here and—”

“You're not leaving.”

The words made you stop and look up at the teen before raising an eyebrow at him. “I am. I'm not welcome here—”

“I didn't mean any of it.” His hands came to your shoulders and he gripped them tightly, pulling you into him. “I didn't mean it at all. I'm sorry, I'm an idiot and I say things when I'm mad—”

Your hands came to his chest and you pushed him away, smiling slightly at him before taking a few steps back. “No.”

“No?”

“No, Steve. It was nice being with you for the month that I could stay. I'm sorry for troubling you.”

And like that, you were walking out of the room and out of his life before he knew what else to say

—————

The words of everyone around you were muffled as you gripped the strap of your bag and walked out the door, blinking the tears out of your vision.

Multiple people yelling your name would make you turn around, eyebrows raising at them all and you gripped your bag even tighter. You shook your head as Hopper walked towards you, eyes pleading with everything for you to stay and you just turned around before running.

You were always good at running away.

The running would last only twenty-two minutes before you would stop and rest your hands on your knees, gasping for air.

It hit you then.

You've never had a secure home. You've never had a family that loves you. You've never known what it's like to be loved, and love someone back and that broke you.

Falling to your knees, your hands buried in the dirt as you groaned out and sobbed harshly. Breathing wasn't coming as easy as you hoped it would and you choked, your tears becoming a waterfall.

The words echoed in your brain as your screamed out, fists pounding on the dirt and you sucked in through your teeth as you felt your knuckle hit into something hard.

You pressed your back into the tree behind you as you cradled your hand, staring at the nature around you.

Where would you go, now?

—————

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since anyone had seen, or heard from you and Steve bit his lip, pacing around the living room.

“Hopper—”

“I don't want to hear shit from you.”

Steve sighed before sitting on the couch and resting his head in his hands. Thoughts ran through his mind, but you ran through it more and he threw a pillow at the wall, angry at himself.

“She's gone because of you, Steve. You don't get to fucking be mad.” Billy spoke as he lit up a cigarette and sat at the dining room table, expression hard.

“Not gone. Hiding.”

All three men turned to face the voice and Hopper's eyebrows raised. “What do you mean by that, Jane?”

“She's hiding here in Hawkins. She isn't gone, not yet.” Eleven looked at the front door before turning away from the men and walking away.

In two weeks, everything had gone to shit and no one could deny it. Eleven didn't want to eat. Steve wouldn't leave the house, just in case you did come back. Billy had started finishing a whole pack of cigarettes a day, just to keep his worrying subsided and the kids? They ditched school to look for you.

Hopper was the worst out of the group. He wouldn't sleep or eat and no matter how much Eleven would beg, he would say the same thing.

“I'll take care of myself once we find her and take care of her.”

Steve's foot would shake from the amount of anxiety pooling in his stomach and he bit his lip, glancing at the other teen sitting at the table. He could tell Billy was just as worried and Steve's breath caught when the other stood up abruptly.

“I'm going outside.” With that, he walked outside, closing the door lightly and Billy sighed as he rubbed his eyes. Looking up, his eyebrows furrowed as thoughts invaded his mind.

The sound of a branch snapping caught his attention and he looked over his shoulder, eyes meeting with yours. His eyes widened before he turned to you and breathed out slowly.

“I'm not here to stay—”

“No, please, stay.” The words came out rushed and he watched your face soften as you looked down at the grass. Silence filled the void as Billy look a hit from his cigarette, eyes never leaving you. “Do you check up on us often?”

“Yeah, uh—” Your hand came to the back of your neck and you rubbed it nervously, a habit you've attracted from Steve. “I know Hopper and Eleven aren't eating. Hopper won't sleep. I know that Steve won't leave the Byers house because he's hoping I'll come back. And, I know that you, you've been smoking more.”

Soft laughter filled the air as Billy took another cigarette from his pack and handed it to you. “The kids haven't stopped looking for you since you walked out on us.”

Gently taking the cigarette, you placed it in your mouth before lighting it and taking a long drag. “I had no choice.” The words came out with the smoke and you turned to look at the forest.

“You always have a fucking choice.”

“Not at that time.”

Silence followed after before Billy threw his cigarette on the ground and faced you. “That's a lie and you fucking know it.”

“Billy, I'm not here to argue—”

“Then why are you here?!”

You bit your lip before looking down and chuckling softly. “I don't know. To see if you guys are okay? To see if you guys—”

“Forgot you?”

The words made you close your eyes before turning away from the male and you played with your thumbs. “I don't…know.”

“Well, hey, we fucking didn't. We couldn't, okay? We tried. This was a choice you made and God, we fucking tried to forgot you, but we can't. None of us.” His breath caught before he groaned out and dropped his cigarette, hands coming to rest on your cheeks. “We need you. You're here for us. You always have been, Y/N.”

“No, I—”

Billy's eyes connected with yours and you looked down as your hands came to rest on his wrists before you pushed them away.

“Don't. Don't push me away because you don't think you belong here. God dammit, you do!” His voice made you clench your teeth together before you turned away and shook your head.

“Billy, don't—”

“Listen, you've been here for months. You don't get to just walk out when so many people want you here and fucking love you.”

“They don't—”

“If they don't, fuck it. I do. I love you. God, I've loved you since I saw you.” The words came out soft as he stared at you, hands gripping onto his own biceps and you took another step back.

“I can't.” You shook your head as you backed away from him before he could reach out for you. “I don't belong here, and I certainly don't deserve that. I'm a monster, Billy and monsters aren't able to love humans.”

The words lingered in the air as he watched you walk away, jaw clenching and that's when he felt tears fall down.

He couldn't bring her back.

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AN: This is actually way longer, i just couldn't fit it all in one so look out for part eleven today, folks.

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