#Rolling over to hide in my chest won't save you

[lessi-lover]

Begging for the softest Katie McCabe fic ever where she and her girlfriend are just absolutely obsessed and in love and would do anything for each other and their Arsenal teammates make fun of them for it.

flirty II k.mccabe ~

small little one to start of the year! hope everyone has a happy and lively start to their 2024! lots of love lou 🫶🏻

15★ ~  k.mccabe

"save some of that energy for me later, won't ya, love?" your girlfriend teased as she ran past, swiftly dribbling around you, but not before kicking the ball through your legs. you stood bewildered, a look of pure shock on your face. the cocky smirk on her face as she glanced back at you was infuriating. you could only stand from afar and watch, as she made a beeline towards the goal, successfully dribbling past all her opposition. it was only the loud ripple of the ball hitting the back of the net that snapped your mind back to life.

walking her way over to you cockily, her hand connected sharply with your behind, making you yelp loudly. you flushed bright red, and you turned to glare at her, only to hear your teammates snickering behind you. she stood there, a few feet away, her face lit up with a mischievous grin, clearly pleased with herself. "i told you to stop doing that in front of people," you shouted as you ran after her, trying to sound stern but failing to hide the amused smile tugging secretly at the corners of your mouth.

her laughter rang in your ears, and she looked over your head winking at her jeering teammates. "oh, come on love, you know you love it," she mocked, pinching your burning cheeks, before turning to jog back to the game.

as you watched her effortlessly blend back into the game, skillfully maneuvering the ball with ease, your irritation faded into fondness. her ability to bring make everyone burst into laughter even the most mundane moments was truly a gift. her talent on the ball never left you not feeling proud, and you felt incredibly lucky to call her yours.

"come on, stop drooling at the girl, her ego is already big enough," caitlin teased you, as you admired your girlfriend. her voice loud enough to draw more laughter and taunting from the other girls. you shook your head, your face somehow even redder now, and if it weren't for the weather being so chilly today, you were sure you would have copped some more insults, as you ran back to your position.

you ran up the sidelines, determined to prove yourself to your team after the mistake you'd just made. you made every run, creating a multitude of options, to try and help your team, and you were rewarded with the score being lifted to a tie.

a loud whistle sounded in your ears, signalling it was the end of practice. you breathed a sigh of relief, before you felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around your waist, and you were pulled tightly into their chest. you placed your hands on top of theirs, leaning back into the familiar hold.

"beautiful play, darlin." your girlfriend spoke. "couldn't take my eyes of ya." she admitted, and you rolled your eyes at her, now a smile shown on your face. "couldn't take your eyes of me, or my ass?" you questioned. "both." she confessed. pressing her lips to the side of your face, as you squirmed in her arms, which only made her hold you tighter.

"oi, get a room you too!" alessia yelled as she walked past, boots and water in hand. "yeah, nobody asked for a front seat to whatever you two do at home." vic, the younger of the two agreed, the both of them cracking up and smacking each others shoulders in amusement.

"ya sure? i thought i heard someone say you were VIP's?" katie retorted, her voice high in confusion, although the smirk on her face gave it away. gently grasping your neck, she swiftly closed the distance between you. her lips met yours warmly, as her hand came up to rest behind your ear. she kissed you as if she was rediscovering every contour of your mouth, her lips moving passionately slow against yours.

you pulled back, your smile mirrored her own as you stood shocked at her unexpected kiss. a series of jeering comment rippled through your teammates, as you were both scolded by your captain for 'inappropriate workplace behavior', although the slight curl of her lips betrayed her words, she really did love you both more than she could admit. it was clear the she was only acting stern for the sake of team discipline.

as you walked, hand in hand towards the dining room, you were suddenly another arm wrapped around shoulder, the person pulling you into them. "come have lunch with your fav girls." steph declared, your right arm now looped with kyra's who lay her head on you.

looking to your right, you saw your girlfriend being similarly 'kidnapped' by viv. the team now working together to separate the two of you. viv rolled her eyes when she caught the brunette eyes lingering for a moment too long, as you, steph and kyra walked in front of them.

"stop staring." "i'm not." "yes you are." "im allowed to look at my girl." "softie."

katie trudged angrily in the cold, her hands rubbing up and down her forearms, desperate to fight off the chilly weather. usually this was your job, forever warning the girl about the cold weather and that her lack of gear would result in a nasty cold. you often ridiculed her about her stubborn refusal to wear proper clothing, but she'd just flash you a grin, one that said she could handle the cold. but today you weren't there to drape your scarf around her neck, or to scold her for wearing a thin jacket.

instead, you were experiencing some similar clapback from your best friends. as you tried to catch up to katie, you path was blocked. "not so fast, cheeky. your little girlfriend will do just fine on her own." the younger girl teased, arms crossing sarcastically over her chest. "ky." you tried to reason with her, but she was having none of it, her head still obstructing your view of your girlfriend.

huffing, you made your way to lunch, but not without brushing off your friends, in an effort to let them know you were not happy. the entirety of training you were stolen every time you tried to interact with your girlfriend, and every time you tried to partner up with her, she was already being dragged away by one of your teammates.

and now, all you wanted to do was be with katie, cuddle up by the fire inside and just be in her company. as you walked, you made little clouds of cold air in front of you, and you couldn't help but think of katie. you could hear kyra and steph chatting beside you, and distant conversation around you, but there was only one girl you really really wanted to talk to.

finally making it inside, you felt you skin immediately warm up, the heaters warming the insides of your body. as the chill resided you, you felt your muscles relax, the tension fading away gratefully.

as you lifted your hoodie over your head, you made your way over to the buffet, intent on trying the new pasta recipe you had overheard on your way in this morning. you shuffled behind some of the girls, a few of them annoyingly blessed with indecisiveness. when you looked up, you saw the chefs chuckling and pointing behind you.

confused, you turned around and your heart all but melted at the sight. there sat your girlfriend, isolated from all your teammates, with a full plate of food and a similar looking plate next to her. walking up to the girl finally had you with a bright smile on your face.

"can i sit with you?" you questioned, the glint in your eyes unwavering. "no sorry. i'm waiting for my gorgeous girlfriend." she responded, tone dripping with sarcasm, as a small giggle left her lips. "i'm sure she won't mind if i sit with you in the meantime?" you replied. "i suppose she'll get over it." she said, shrugging her shoulder, and pulling out the chair for you.

"so flirty this morning aren't you."

"missed you, darlin." your girlfriend laughed, her ring clad hand now lying comfortably on your thigh. "again, missed me or my ass?" you asked, raising your eyebrows mockingly. the girl pinched your stomach, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek, to which she was pushed away with a grin. "definitely you. but i won't deny it, your ass is pretty great," she teased, her hand resting on your side.

"you got my favourites!" you said, eyes gazing at the food you knew katie would have hand picked for you. "anything for you," she admitted, and you felt your cheeks flush once again. "and your ass," she said not a minute later, bursting into a fit of laughter, almost falling off her chair, whilst you smacked her chest offensively.

calming down, she was now aware of the amount of looks she was getting, a few of the girls shouting over to ask if she was alright. "that was so not funny katie." you spoke, arms crossed over your chest. "nah you should've seen your face, darlin." shaking your head, with a grin on your face, you tuned to the girl raising your eyebrows as if to say, "are you done?"

you shared a smile, you saw her gaze shift from your eyes to your lips, and you mirrored her movements. "come er, love," she whispered, her hand gently clasping behind your ear. leaning in, you closed the gap between you, meeting her soft lips in a feverish kiss. you tangled your fingers in her hair, gently tugging on her ponytail.

but before you could get too carried away, you were rudely interrupted. "well, well, well. if it isn't my favourite couple!" you heard beth yell behind you, a teasing grin plastered on her face. making room for herself between your chairs, she wrapped her arms around both your shoulders your necks straining uncomfortably.

"can't leave you two alone for a second can we? glad i came when i did." you rolled your eyes at the older girl, as she beckoned over your other teammates to sit around you. "i think that's our cue to leave, doll."

katie grabbed your hand weaving your fingers together, her other hand going to guide your waist to stand, as you made your way out. as you walked out, hand in hand, you heard the merciless teasing of your friends, each comment making you shake your head in disappointment.

"don't do anything kim wouldn't do!" "we still have a game on saturday, nothing too strenuous!" "oi, come back lovebirds!" "use protection!" "be safe!"

your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head at the last few, your teammates often using you and katie to try some not so family friendly jokes.

"don't those eyes be rolling back for anybody but me, babygirl."

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[norrisleclercf1]

So I'm in the mood for some heartbreak 🥺 My request is mafia Lando, where he's super protective over y/n, always trying to keep her safe given his line of work. He loves her and doesn't ever want her to get hurt, but she loves him just as much and wants him to be safe as well. Their house gets attacked, and she takes a bullet meant for Lando to save him? 😭 I'm having a shitty week so I'm feeling quite sad as you can probably tell. You can make the ending happy or sad. Tysm for allowing requests, love you 🩷🩷🩷

A/N: Fuck I'm sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for so long but I've been fluffy and now I'm in an angsty mood so I apologize

He never thought he'd breath again. Lando always assumed he'd be alone for the rest of his life.

His line of work didn't allow him to be vulnerable or in love. He never once thought he'd have that with you, yet here you are asleep on his chest and wearing his ring.

Lando spent most nights awake, unable to sleep as a loaded gun laid under his own pillow, ready to kill anyone who dared come in. He refused to let anyone harm you, even himself. Nothing would harm you, he even refused to fight with you in fear he'd scare or harm you in some way.

Lando goes still when he feels you move, but relaxes when you just cuddle closer and hide your face in his neck. His large hand moves from your hip to your back as he rolls pulling you impossibly close.

Things with work have been getting worse, a new family popping up in his territory. He alerted the others, letting them know he might have to go to "war" in a way. They offered their help, yet Lando told them he could handle it.

You knew nothing of it, as he preferred to keep you in the dark. Lando had told you what he does for work, yet you never pushed for more information. Lando feels that cold dread settles in his chest, his thoughts ramping up his anxiety.

Moving closer, he takes a couple deep breaths. Breathing in his cologne, you, the touch of dessert you two had, and the candle you had lit during your bath. The scents settle deep in him, soothing the anxiety as he closes his eyes.

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It's worse, never had Lando have some nobodies show up and openly attack one of his warehouses. Here he was, standing it rubble from the fire and gun shells littering his feet.

"What was their reason?" It was a stupid question, Lando knew the reason. "It's a message," Oscar whispers, yes it was a message. That even they could take something from Lando, no matter what kind of power he holds.

"Sir, this was attached to the note." Lando takes it, without looking. His eyes grow wide when he feels the familiar fabric in his hands. He knew this fabric; it was a gift to you from him. Looking he sees the blood and carnage the fabric has been dealt. This was the message.

They weren't coming after him, no they were going for you first.

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Lando refused to tell you the reason why. Why you couldn't leave the house, or even step foot in your favorite garden. He hated hiding the truth, but he didn't want to plague you with the nightmares he has.

"Lando?" His head snaps up, eyes adjusting to the dark figures in the shadows. "Lan, are you okay?" He sighs, feeling the weight crushing him as you step into his office. You didn't come in here often, just enough to know your way around but that was it.

"What are you doing up?" Lando cringes when he hears the own annoyance in his voice. If you notice, you don't say anything about it. "I woke when I didn't feel you beside me," Closing his eyes, the softness and innocence of your words has him hating his world.

"Sorry, bug." You just hum as you come to his side and nudge the desk chair back. "Whatever it is," You settle yourself in his lap, lying your head on his shoulder. "You can always tell me," Lando smiles, he wants to tell you, but he won't.

"I know,"

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Foolish, stupid, he was completely betrayed. He should've known what was going to happen, that having this party was a ploy for them to get into the house.

"Get out of here. Get her out of here, Oscar!" Lando yells, as Oscar tries so hard to drag you out of the room. "No! No, Lando!" Your screams, pierced the room sending chills through everyone.

They were the screams you hear when someone is told they lost a loved one. The ones that rattle the soul and stay with you forever. If you living meant Lando had to die, he was fine with that. He was always prepared to be the one to go first.

Turning he sees the gun raised, the scream of your name from Oscar. Closing his eyes, he waits for the impact of the bullet, but it never comes. Opening his eyes slowly, he's instead meet with your crumpled body in front of his feet.

Ruby red, pools at his feet and around your body. "No," He whispers dropping to his knees as he gathers you in his arms. "No, no please Y/n?" Lando whimper, touching your face with the red on his hand staining your peaceful face.

"It was supposed to be me. I'm supposed to go first, I've always been ready to go first."

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[cdbabymp3]

𐙚only me ― hamzahthefantastic

summary: hamzah won't spend time alone with you

notes/warnings: slight angst to fluff, apologetic bf hamzah save me pls 🙏 (unedited sry!)

"phone? keys? wallet? house key?" you run down the list of items your boyfriend always seems to forget before going out.

hamzah pats both pockets for the listed items, giving a proud thumbs up that he has everything he needs.

"we gotta get going, though." he mentions, pulling his car key out of his pocket and readjusting the hat atop his head

you pause, mid-smile, "wha-why? you said 6:30, hamzah!" trying not to panic, you rush into your shared room, sorting through your closet for the dress you planned on wearing.

hamzah follows you, voice trailing behind, "it was 6:30, yes, but martin-"

you felt your stomach pang.

"martin's coming?" you ask, attempting to sound genuine in your questioning, but who were you kidding? this was not the first time martin had tagged along to one of your dates. praying hamzah couldn't see the slight disappointment in your face, you distracted yourself with manically rummaging for the right shoes to go with your dress. he stood against the doorway, letting out a brief sigh.

maybe you weren't so good at hiding that disappointment because hamzah slowly walked over to you, gently grabbing your hands and stopping your frenzied state.

"what's the matter, hm? you don't want martin to come?"

"not really..." barely above a whisper, your eyes finally meet his

"why not?"

god, for someone so smart, he could be so oblivious sometimes.

you sat down on the bed, letting your dress pile on your lap, playing with the fabric.

"martin always comes with us. i can't remember that last time we went to dinner and he wasn't there. when we first started dating, it was fine and i don't want you to think i don't like him- because i do- i just...it just feels like you don't want to be around me." your voice quivers, a slight tinge of insecurity catches in your throat, "only me."

hamzah frowns, sitting on the bed next to you. "y/n, that's not true, i promise." he takes the dress out of your hands and sets it aside, hands returning to hold your smaller ones. his thumbs caress your knuckles the way he always does when he's think carefully about what to say next.

you're not sure if it's the physical touch or finally confessing how you feel, but a warm tear rolls down your cheek suddenly. he clicks his tongue at this, softly wiping the tear before it can slide off your face.

"then why?" you start wipe another tear that falls

he catches the stray tear before you do, "why what?"

"why do you always invite martin?"

"oh, well, the truth?" he laughs nervously, "i get so fucking nervous around you, y/n."

you sit up in shock, "what?"

"yeah, i'm serious. it's bad. so bad that i rely on martin as my, like-"

"wingman." you finish for him, admittedly relieved at his answer

hamzah laughs, nodding, a faint blush stains his cheeks. "yep." you lean over and kiss him, feeling his body tense with anticipation, he really was nervous...he allows himself a second more of the kiss before leaving your lips, "but i need to get over it. you're right, martin needs to hit the road." he gets up and quickly sends a text to martin, shoving his phone back in his pocket, and helping you up. "i'm sorry i made you feel like that, baby. never again, just you and me from now on, yeah?"

you melt, giving him a tight hug. "do i still have time to get all dressed up?" you mumble against his chest, eyes looking over at your dress still laid out on the bed.

he kisses your forehead, "take as long as you need."

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[melobin]

Hi melo! Can you do prompt no. 28 "I'll let you sit on my cock until I'm done and if you're good. I'll fuck you're pretty little brain out" and au no. 13 "enemies au" with seunghan

And love your works💓

thank you lovely !!

જ⁀➴ enemy!seunghan + female reader

cw. smut, slight angst kinda?, college au, teasing wc. 600

28. "i'll let you sit on my cock until i'm done and if you're good, i'll fuck your pretty little brains out after"

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"what are you doing?" you narrowed your eyes at seunghan, letting them flick over to his computer screen. he definitely wasn't researching what he was meant to for your project.

"why are you watching what i'm doing?" he turned around on his desk chair to look at you as you sat on his bed, a smirk playing on his lips "so obsessed that you're watching my every move?" you rolled your eyes as you stood up, walking over to where he sat.

"no" you took the mouse from his hand, closing the tab of the bullshit browser he had open "the sooner you do your shit the sooner i can go home and we can avoid each other again". seunghan laughed near your ear, leaning back in his chair. his fingers trailed along the skin of your arm.

"come on baby, you can't hate me forever"

"i can and i will"

"just because i ghosted you after we fucked? that's not very mature of you" it was your turn to laugh, stepping away from his desk so you could turn and look at him.

"i didn't even save your number" he scoffed, shaking his head as you continued "it never bothered me that we didn't speak after, i just think you have a shitty attitude"

"you have a shitty attitude when it comes to me" his fingers left your arm and reached for your hip, you didn't stop him from placing his hands on your body "makes me want to fuck it out of you" he squeezed your hips, pulling you closer to him until his face was pressed against your stomach. he pushed up the fabric of your shirt so he could press an open mouth kiss against your skin "been so long since i fucked you that i've started to forget what you felt like" he looked up at you "won't you let me feel it again, baby?"

you should have said no, you shouldn't have let him know how easily he affected you, but you couldn't hide it. there was a spark inside of you that burnt each time he called you baby, a throbbing between your legs that was just for him. you recalled the last time you ended up in bed with him, his cock reached places inside of you no other man ever had. he had your vision turning white and your thighs shaking so quickly, a little too quickly. you couldn't help but crave it again.

"seunghan" you tried to sound stern but the shakiness in your voice ruined that "at least do your work first" he laughed, hands turning you around before he pulled you down to sit on his lap. his chest was pressed against your back, his fingers trailing along your thighs, and you were sure you could feel his cock pressing against your ass.

"what if" his lips were close to your ear, you shivered as his hot breath hit your skin "i let you sit on my cock until i'm done and if you're good, i'll fuck your pretty little brains out after" you swallowed back a whine at his words, still trying to keep your guard up.

"i don't think that'll work" seunghan laughed, fingers now playing with the hem of your trousers, tips of them barely pushing underneath.

"it'll make me focus" he let his lips touch your neck softly "gives me something to work towards" you sighed, head falling to the side as he kissed your neck.

"fine, but if you don't do your work i'm not letting you fuck me" seunghan laughed, hands already pushing down your trousers.

"we'll see"

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[sulfies]

Wolves In Romé pt2

pt1 here

“I know, I know… believe me I know exactly what you are going through” Ezio could swear he heard a scoff in response

The wolf under him gave a soft whine as he fastened the last knot of the bandage onto the poor animal. He was glad all his fingers were left intact from this encounter...

”I would say you almost sat better than me on my first time” Ezio entertained himself as he talked to the wolf, fingers smoothing the bandage he wrestled onto the beast. “And I do mean the arrow, you horndog… or hornwolf”

His tone teased but Ezio was not lying with his compliments even if the animal could not understand him. The wolf had sat surprisingly still, not that he had wanted to be bit, but he was fairly certain wolves didn't just let you pet and bandage them so he had expected at least a nibble or some puncture marks to remember by.

And now that Ezio had done the basics of medicine, the fact that he was crouched next to a grown wolf that he just helped was entering into his brain fully …. he did not know where to go from there.

His fingers reached back up to the furry ears, digging them into the thick fur to scratch at the spot that got the wolf to close his eyes in a sigh. 

Definitely not a normal wolf.

”You must have an owner, Cuccilio… You are trained at least to human touch aren't you?”

The amber eyes slowly opened back, focused directly to his own.

”Those freaks were chasing after you for a reason hmm? Were they your owners? Please don't tell me they were your owners”

The wolf just tilted his head and sneezed on his face. Rude.

”Yea okay, spray your nasty sylva over my face… not like I saved your hide or anything” He said as he crossed his brows in a fake anger. The reply he got was a soft huff and whack of a tail on his leg. As if the wolf was playing along with his ramblings.

Ezio’s voice was low and soft in the night “Now what to even do with you…”

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“No way!”

“I couldn’t leave him in the city!”

”Ezio… No way!”

”And If I leave him in the woods his wound will just get infected!”

”SO YOU BROUGHT IT HERE?”

Here, being the doorstep of Leo’s studio in the middle of the night.

”Well he did follow me all the way here… he is friendly Leonardo, I swear!”

Leonardo glanced at the monster with blood-soaked fur mouth… 

“It’s a wolf Ezio! Wolves are not friendly.”

”I thought you would be excited to see one! You told me one time how you wanted to study them…” Ezio placed his hands on his hips and… pouted like the grown man he is.

Leo sighed. “Yes a DEAD one, the kind that won't maul me to death.”

”Well, good thing this one won't!”

Leo glanced at the bloody mess sitting right next to Ezio listening to their conversation calmly… weird.

”Merda…” He looked back at Ezio’s grinning face “Where did you even find him Ezio?”

The other man rocked on his feet “He was getting hunted by those crazed wolf worshippers on the street… So I-“

”You thought it was a dog at first and jumped in, didn’t you…?”

Ezio snapped his mouth shut and looked to the side down at his new friend.

”It was dark…”

A snort came from the wolf and it looked back at Ezio with what could be described as a wolf's best attempt at an eye-roll… again, weird.

Another sigh… Leonardo leaned on his doorframe and watched the two most dangerous beings in all of Italy standing at his doorstep in silence for a few seconds.

”You cannot leave me alone with it…”

”I wouldn’t dream of it!”

”not even a second!” “I won't, I promise!”

Ezios grin went bigger as he made a step to go into Leo’s workshop only to get stopped by a hand on his chest.

”I am not kidding Ezio, I do not want to be wolf food!”

This time the wolf's snort was directed at him. Did he understand them? No… animals are animals.

Ezio looked down and with his head gestured to it. “Come on Cuccilio, Leonardo decided to be kind to us… for now”

His third sigh of the night left him and he stepped back,

“If it was anyone else but you Mi Amico… but you need to clean him.”

Ezio’s shoulders dropped in relief.

“Thank you, Leonardo, I owe you one”

“You owe me so much I should just have access to your banking records.”

Ezio laughs as he walks past Leonardo, giving his shoulder a pat. “As if you already don't~”

Leo glared at his friend, almost forgetting about the giant beast till it walked past him like he already owned the place!

“Ay… it's going to be a long night”

He walked toward his wine stash.

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He was finally clean, getting his face dried with a rough towel as he lay on the ground of the workshop.

Desmond was surprised Leonardo actually let them in. At this point, he was concerned both for Ezio and Leo’s rational thinking ability because he personally, under no circumstances, would allow a wolf covered in human blood into his home.

“Now, you are clean… as you can be at least, Cuccilio”

“Really? You are still going to call it a puppy?” 

Ezio looked back to his friend who was sitting at his table sketching Desmond’s form on the ground. Getting used to having a wolf in his studio with the help of a glass or two. 

Now that the initial shock, some-don't ask-how, was gone the artist was happy to get his observations. 

“Well… he doesn't have a name-”

“And he should not, you will get attached the moment you name him Ezio.”

Ezio scoffed “No I wo-” 

“Yes, you will.” Leo smiled down at his friend from where he sat, trying to get Desmond's back muscles right on his paper.

 He was getting sketched by The Leonardo da Vinci, in his studio, as a wolf… 

His tail thumped on the ground slowly.

“I get helping the poor thing, Ezio, but surely you aren’t planning on keeping him?”

Desmond’s ears perked up at that. Ezio put the dirty towel he used to wipe his face away. His other hand still underneath his maw, holding it lightly, while middle two fingers scratched lightly at a spot that gave Desmond’s tail a bit more speed.

Oh no… Desmond knew exactly what Ezio was thinking.

“I mean… I always wanted a dog.”

“Ezio-” Leo started but Ezio cut him off. “He is clearly not a normal one, Leo… took an arrow to the leg and didn't even try to nip when I ripped it out of him..”

His free hand joined to scratch his neck and even if baffled at his stupidity Desmond couldn't stop himself from leaning into it when it was digging into just the right spot.

“Look, he even lets me pet him. I don't think he is a wild one at all… most likely trained.” He looked back at his friend with a grin. “It's a tamed wolf, Leo! I mean-”

“Per l'amor di dio Ezio, You can barely look after yourself, do you have time for a pet? Let alone a wolf?!” His dear friend mused in a concerned tone. 

Desmond looked back at Ezio who was still just petting him with a soft excited smile. 

Oh no…He already made up his mind, didn’t he?

“Oh, who am I talking to…You already made up your mind the moment you brought him to my door didn't you Amico?” the only sane man in the room parroted Desmond’s thoughts.

Ezio turned to look back at his friend his smile turning to a sheepish grin. “Come on Leonardo… when will I ever come across an animal like this again?”

“And you plan on what? Making him a dog assassin? Teach him how to jump roof to roof?”

Desmond sneezed at the image that came to his mind of a wolf in an assassin getup. 

“And does it even want to be kept?”

That made Ezio look back at Desmond, his face showing an expression that said he had not thought of that aspect… Desmond realized he also had not.

He did follow Ezio willingly to here almost automatically but he didn't need to stay here… he could just go, he should just go but… then what? Yes, he was a wolf now, but Desmond was human first and his mind was, surprisingly, still his. 

He didn't know a thing about being a wolf! Would he survive? Did he even understand wolf talk or howl or whatever they do? 

Did he want to be a wolf?

No, he thought.

 He did not want to run through the woods every day hunting for a meal to not starve, sleeping in the open cold air, and waking up with no one to talk to. 

No, he decided. He would not run to the woods.

“Bené… you make a good poi-” Ezio’s somber tone was cut off as Desmond slowly sat up, trying to not move his injured leg too much and plopped his head right on Ezio’s lap, nuzzling into his leg as he sighed softly. Looking up he met his eyes, rich brown ones looking back at him.

“Per carità… forget I even asked” Leonardo’s voice supplied in exhaustion.

Ezio’s grin returned full force, eyes twinkling like the first time he let him pet and Desmond found that he could get used to being a lapdog if it made Ezio this happy.

The three sat there in the night as Ezio’s hands found their way back to Desmond’s fur, Leonardo’s pencil strokes filling in the silence between them.

After a good while as Desmond’s eyelids grew heavier, he heard Ezio’s deep voice speak up again “Now can I name him?”

A well-repeated sigh came as an answer “What do you have in mind?”

“Something strong, a good Roman name for a good Roman wolf…”

Desmond’s ear twitched, half listening as the soft rumble of the assassin's voice lulled him to almost sleep.

“Aldobrandino…”

WHAT?!

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[tbmunson]

Little Harrington - Steve x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You tell Steve you're pregnant with your guys' first child.

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff

WC: 1K

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You walked into Family Video with your hair curled and pinned back, dressed in a fancy blue blouse and black skirt. Your small heels clicked the floor as you looked around for him. Steve.

"Hey baby! How was work?" He called, peeking over the shelf he was stocking.

"Boring. Same shit, different day." You answered as you stepped towards him.

"Isn't it always?" He chuckled, opening his arms for you.

What Steve didn't know was that today was not any other day. Today you had an appointment with your doctor to confirm your suspected pregnancy. You hadn't said anything to Steve in case you were wrong. You knew he hoped for a family and you didn't want to get him excited for something that may not be true. With the confirmation and the ultrasound of your little nugget tucked away in your purse, you needed a plan.

"Yeah, is Robin here?" You asked, not seeing your short haired best friend.

He nodded and pointed to the 'EMPLOYEE ONLY' room that Keith never allowed you in. However, Keith wasn't here.

"Gotta go talk to her. I'll be right back" You kissed his cheek and turned to walk away. You were trying so hard to hide your excitement until the door closed behind you.

"Did you find out?" She asked, eyes wide and sandwich halfway to her mouth.

You nodded.

"And?"

"There's going to be a little Harrington running around in eight months." You could feel the tears welling in your eyes from excitement.

Robing squealed and dropped her sandwich on the table before jumping up and running to you. "How are you going to tell him?" She asked, wrapping her arms around you.

You laughed to keep the tears at bay. "I don't know. I think tonight I'll do something for him and this weekend maybe do a dinner party. Tell the rest of the crew. You're the first person so keep it secret." You warned, pointing a finger at her.

"The one you're going to have to warn is Steve. You know he can't keep secrets for shit." She laughed, finally going back to her sandwich.

You sighed and nodded. "Yeah I know." You shook your head as you walked towards the door. "I'll see you later." You pushed the door and hit something.

"Ouch, shit." Steve stumbled backwards holding his head where the door had hit him.

"Were you listening to us?" Your furrowed your brows and crossed your arms over your chest.

"No, no... I was. But! I didn't hear anything."

You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips. "Sometimes I think Eddie is more behaved than you, you know." You said, walking back towards the main floor.

"I just wanna know why you have a secret that I don't know." He said, reaching for your hips and pulling you into him.

You laughed and turned your head to look at him. "What do I tell the kids?" You asked, referring to the 6 kids you'd ended up befriending while saving the world, multiple times.

"In due time." Steve drones, rolling his eyes.

"Soon, baby. I promise. And leave Robin alone. She won't tell you." You leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, making him smile.

"Okay fine. Only because I love you." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you.

"I love you too. I'll see you at home."

***

Rather than cook, you'd picked up from Steve' favorite restaurant.

"Oh, wow. This must be some big secret." He laughed, coming up to hug you from behind.

You nodded and rested into him. "Yeah. I got you a present. Do you want it before or after dinner?" You rubbed his arm that was wrapped around you.

"Now please, now." He was immediate in his answer, no hesitation.

You laughed and stepped away from him. "Okay, fine." You walked to the living room and grabbed the box that held a single white newborn onesie and the ultrasound photos. When you turned to walk back to Steve you ran right into his chest.

"Sorry. I thought you wanted me to follow you." He chuckled, reaching out to steady you.

You smiled and handed him the box. "Sit." You instructed, pointing to the recliner the two of you would sit in regularly.

He did and looked up at you, waiting for you to tell him to open the box. Once he saw your nod of approval he dove in, snatching the lid off and tearing through the paper. Once his eyes landed on the contents he froze for a moment before looking up at you. "Are you serious?" He asked lowly, watching you hard.

You nodded and rested a hand on your belly.

Steve jumped up so fast, to wrap you in his arms as tears formed in his eyes. "I love you so much. Oh wow." He then dropped to his knees and pressed a kiss to your barely there, easily hidden pregnancy belly. "And I love you."

Tears flowed freely from your eyes as you watched Steve. "We love you too." You whispered, unable to choke out a higher volume.

"We have to tell everyone! I'm going to be a dad! Munson and Henderson can be uncles. Robin and Nance, aunts. We have to pick godparents. When is she due?" He hadn't noticed the tears that flowed from his eyes yet, not with the excitement he was feeling.

"She?" You asked, tucking his hair behind his ears as he looked up at you, still on his knees in front of you.

He nodded and rubbed your belly. "Yeah, it's gonna be a girl. My sweet angel." He cooed, pressing his lips to your belly again.

You giggled and watched him. "She should be here in February or March, depending on when she decides to come out." You watched him listen to you intently.

"We need names. We need to paint the nursery. We need-"

"Steve. Let's just enjoy this for a few days before you start home renovations, huh?" You pulled him gently up and wrapped your arms around him.

"I love you." He mumbled into your hair, pressing your body firmly against his.

"I love you too, but Dustin will not be the godfather." You laughed, causing Steve to do the same.

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Making this a series. Tell me what you want to see here, or in my asks!

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[rinsuniverse]

hickeys with woozi ✧˖°.

warning: HICKEYS!!! there's nothing really... sexual, but if you count hickeys and lots of kisses as sexual and too mature, then YEAH!! you've been warned!! pfff

typically, mdni, but it's literally just a lot of kisses teehee

so, you're laying with jihoon in bed

he's been playing his mobile games, but after awhile, he's gotten a bit bored

he shuts off his phone and turns over to look at you

you're on your phone, looking through your socials quietly

"what are you up to, hm?" he asks, placing his arm over your body

he places his leg over your legs as well

he moves so he can look at what's on your phone

and in your feed is a clip of a fancam of him doing a pretty intense dance for svt's recent promotion

"you look really good here," you say simply, giving the post a like and saving it

"you're saving it? for what?"

"in case you're not with me and i want to see my talented boyfriend."

"you can just videocall me."

"and are you gonna do some nice body rolls on camera for me then?"

"ahh, so you want that? you're naughty."

"what? no, i'm not! you just look so intense and serious here"

he makes a silly "serious" face when you turn to look at him, which makes you chuckle

"not like that," you say, chuckling

you continue scrolling through your feed and jihoon finds himself getting bored again

he sits up in bed and pouts his lips a bit

"why are you so antsy?" you ask, sitting up with him

"let's watch something," he says, grabbing a remote and playing something on the tv

he moves to lean his back against the headboard as he chooses the movie

"come sit here," he says, spreading his legs out

you move to sit in between his legs in front of him, leaning your back against his chest

"you're playing avengers? again?" you ask, giving him the side eye as you adjust yourself

"and?"

"nothing! just asking."

and you both start watching

but guess what? jihoon is STILL bored!

he is being leaned on, though, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches

he enjoys your scent

maybe it's the shampoo you put in your hair? or the leftover perfume from the day before? or maybe it's just your natural scent

but whatever it is, he loves it

he pulls the sleeve of your shirt down

and he begins leaving soft kisses along your neck and shoulder

you wordlessly lean your head to the side to give him more access

he kisses you from right underneath your ear to above your clavicles, all the way to the end of your shoulder

some chuckles come out of your mouth as he tickles you with his lips, but he ignores you, keeping his eyes on the tv

he then starts to lick parts of your neck whenever he gives kisses

you can't help but laugh, which makes him wrap his arms around your body to keep you still

quickly, he moves on to sucking your neck gently

gently enough that it won't leave a mark

you become somewhat impatient, though

"ji, you can do whatever you want. just keep it on the shoulder where i can hide it," you mumble, making him hum

the vibrations from his hum hit your shoulder and send tingles up your spine

he finds a place on your shoulder where he begins playfully biting and sucking

your breath becomes somewhat heavy

you're not focused on the movie at all, though your eyes are trained on the tv

jihoon's watching the movie quite well, despite being literally in the middle of leaving multiple sore spots on your shoulder

when a soft moan comes out of your mouth, he stops and mutters, "watch the movie, silly."

and you nod, trying your absolute hardest to focus on the movie despite him going back to leaving more marks on your skin

when he's satisfied, he goes back to gently kissing your neck and shoulder, making sure to leave small pecks right over each mark he left

then he fixes your shirt and goes back to watching the movie, his arms around your waist, holding your body flat against his chest

you both enjoy the movie (no matter how many times the both of you have seen it already)

it isn't until you get up to wash yourself before bed that you check your shoulder and you almost scream!

"hey! jihoon!"

"hm, y/n?"

"look at what you did!" you say, pulling the sleeve of your shirt to the side

he stifles a laugh, smirking at his work. he gives you a thumbs up before going back to what he was doing

and yeah, you couldn't wear tank tops or spaghetti straps for about a week because of bored jihoon

thank you so much for reading! i've been so busy with requests that i kind of forgot to make my own posts, too! i hope you enjoyed this ♡

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can do SOME nsfw also! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

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[love-dove-noora]

Just one drink

Osamu Dazai, the charming yet enigmatic member of the Armed Detective Agency, was once again lounging around the agency's headquarters. He had nothing better to do, and his gaze wandered aimlessly around the room until it landed on you, a nurse who had been hired to take care of the agency's medical needs.

As soon as Dazai saw you, he felt a twinge of excitement deep down inside him. He was always drawn to strong and confident (and beautiful) women, and you seemed to fit the bill perfectly. He couldn't resist the urge to flirt with you, even if it meant getting you riled up witch he oh so loved.

"Good afternoon, my lovely nurse," Dazai said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You're looking as radiant as ever."

You rolled your eyes at his blatant attempts at flirting. "Save the charm for someone who actually falls for it, Dazai," you retorted, not bothering to hide your annoyance anymore.

Dazai grinned, undeterred. "Oh, I just love it when you talk back to me" he said. "It's like you're challenging me to come up with even better pick-up lines."

You scoffed. "Please, spare me the agony of hearing your cheesy lines," you said crossing your arms over your chest.

But Dazai was relentless. He continued to flirt with you, each comment more ridiculous than the last. Despite yourself, you found yourself enjoying the banter with him. He was a charming and intelligent man, even if he did have a tendency to annoy you.

As the days passed, Dazai's flirting became a daily routine. You would roll your eyes and pretend to be annoyed, but secretly you looked forward to his playful comments. You had to admit, he was beginning to grow on you. You were growing accustomed to boring days or at the other extreme days full of lustful gaze’s and filthy comments. Because at his core he respected you and your authority over him, you gave medical advice, despite his ridiculous questions about suicide, and he listened to you.

One day, Dazai sauntered over to you while you were taking inventory of the medical supplies. "Hey, gorgeous, how about we ditch this place and go grab a drink?" he asked, flashing you a charming smile.

You raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were supposed to be busy with agency work," you said, trying to hide your amusement. Dazai shrugged. "A little break won't hurt, will it?" he said, winking at you.

You pretended to think it over. "Fine, but only if you promise to behave yourself," you said, giving him a stern look.

Dazai grinned, taking your hand and leading you out of the headquarters. As the two of you walked down the street, he continued to flirt with you, his comments becoming more and more outrageous.

Despite yourself, you found yourself laughing and enjoying his company. Maybe, just maybe, this utterly infuriating man was beginning to win you over after all

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[minejungwoo]

It's romantic - Eddie Munson

Summary: During a romantic gesture, Eddie gets caught red-handed by your parents | fluff

Paring: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2 K

Warning: Just bad writing and grammar mistakes ( I wrote this in 30 minutes, english is not my first language and it's 2 am here, so yeah. A LOT of mistakes. Sorey about that)

Author's note: I took one for the team and decided to write something about this post I made. This just couldn't get out my head! It's been more than 2 years since I wrote something, but this is just a try out. Hope you guys enjoy.

♡ ♡

It was past your curfew when you heard the noise of pebbles against glass. You were already tucked in your cozy and warm bed, but coudn't help the smirk that appeared in your lips. You pushed away the blankets despite the cold and ran to open the window. The moment you peeked your head outside your house you couldnt help a teasing grin as you stared at your boyfriend with his arms wide open looking at you from below and kneeling dramaticaly on the snow.

"Juliet oh Juliet! Throw your hair so I can climb my way to your heart!"

You couldn't help laughing at the anticts of the brown haired man.

"That's Rapunzel, Eddie! And what are you doing here!? It's freezing!!"

He stood up and shook the snow from his jeans with the charming smile you loved and approached the tree by your window that looked almost dead during the winter.

"I couldn't sleep. Needed you warming my bed. Thought would save us sometime if I came over."

He said rubbing his hands against each other and bringing them closer to his mouth to blow some hot air in them to warm them up. You shook your head at his lack of proper clothes, his signature leather jacket couldn't keep him warm enough in this cold. He held to the stalk already lifting a leg like he always did.

"Stop! You can't climb in!" You whisper shouted at him crossing your arms over your chest to protect you from the weather. He looked up at you with those big brown eyes and you noticed a small pout form on his lips.

"Why not?"

"The tree is slippery, you can get hurt, my love. Come through-"

"None of that. I'm the master of climbing this tree. Remember all of the times it helped us build our love story. We have history with this tree, it won't betray me now." You rolled your eyes as he started to climb it, you could tell it was hurting his hand because of how cold it was.

"Eddie, come one... I can-"

"Shhh! Your parents are gonna hear you." You shook your head as he got stuck on a particular hard part to climb.

"They are not-..."

"Shhh!"

At that you both saw a car pulling up to the garage, right in front of the tree Eddie was climbing. He froze in place and looked down at the car and up at you again with wide eyes.

"-... at home."

You two watched your parents leave the car. Eddie rested his forehead against forearm to hide his face, as if that would avoid them to see him trying to sneak in their daughter's room. There was nothing else he could do to get out of that situation, if he tried to run back to his van he would certainly be seen and if he decided to rush to you he would definitely fall.

"Hey! Son, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" Your dad's voice sounded from beneath him and he could hear your mom's hells clicking closer to him. He sighed and lifted his head to finally face your parents.

"Good evening, Mrs. and Mr. Y/l/n! What a beautiful night, no? What are you doing this time of the night out of your bed and all dolled up, uhm? Some important event you were attending?" Eddie noticed the tux and the elegant dress on your parents and decided to try to avoid the inevitable conversation.

"We were at the company's gala." Your dad answered wraping his arm around your mom as if to warm her as they stared at the metal head and then you. "And I was hoping to get to the warmth of my house as fast as possible, but I see there's a boy hanging from our tree."

"Well, you know..." Eddie looked at you with a pleading look but you shook your head saying that there was noting you could do.

"Son, come down. How many times do we need to tell you to just use the door? It is there for a reason!"

You snorted back a laughter when you heard the soft "Walking through the door isn't very romantic" your boyfriend let out as he did what your dad told and got down to the safety of the floor.

But the moment he felt your mom's arms wrap around him when he first stepped into your house and when your dad patted his back saying "I'm glad to finally meet the guy my daughter won't shut up about" with a genuine smile he realised he was wrong.

You see, Eddie Munson used to despite every single adult in this town, except of course for his uncle. He knew every single one of them held the same prejudice the kids at school had against him. Small town, even smaller minds. That's why he never bothered to listen to what any of them said, their words didn't matter to him.But your parent's didnt apply to that rule.

When you started dating, he found out you were extremely close to your family and he realised that their opinion mattered the world to you. So, when you said you wanted him to come over to dinner to meet them, he was already preparing himself for when you would dump him. There was no way your rich, important parents would allow their daughter to go out with the city's freak.

He never felt more welcomed like he was in the Y/L/N's house. They looked at him without any prejudice our judment and treated him for who he really was. And despite all the money, they were still humble and down to earth, much more than a lot of the other residents of Hawkins. He could see where you got your kindness and grace.

He fell really loved and appreciated by them, even more when they said the doors were always opened for him even if you weren't home. That would lead to bounding time between him and your dad over a can of beer while they talked about cars or whatever. And also bounding time with your mom that loved to talk about music, although her taste was a bit more classic, they would share their love for playing instruments.

And because of that he couldn't go against what they asked. So he climbed down the tree and soon was being rushed inside the house by your mom that rubbed his arm as if trying to warm him.

"Why show up in the coldest night of the year?! And what is it with you and climbing trees?!" Your mom was fussing around him as she walked around the kitchen to prepare a warm drink for him.

You dad had a smirk on his face as he patted Eddie's back and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"He says it's romantic to climb the tree like Romeo." He laughed poking fun of your boyfriend as Eddie turned into a dark shade of red, lucky for him, you finally arrived with a big blanket to save him.

"Okay, now let my boyfriend go. He's been teased enough for trying to do something nice." You ran to him gently pushing your dad's arm off his shoulders. You threw the blanket around him and leaned on your toes to gently peck his cold lips. "I think it's really sweet." You whispered against them staring into his eyes as he opened a wide smile. He reached to wrap his arm around your waist to bring you closer and turned his head to look at your dad that watched the two of you with a smile.

"See? It's romantic."

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[multifandomwriter56]

His Little Spy: Reminiscing

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Classes have been kicking my ass this semester. Here's Part 3

Series Summary: Anita Edwards is a spy who works for Tommy Shelby. She is an orphan and longs for a family. Will Tommy ever realize she is his daughter, despite them not being blood? Or will he lose her forever?

Chapter 3 Summary: Anita reminisce about the past while trying to change her future.

Characters: Tommy Shelby, OC, a few minor OC's, Polly Gray, mentions other characters from the series

Warnings: language, mentions child abuse, angst

Word Count: 2,118

"Anita, come with us. You haven't been to the Cut in days."

Anita opens her mouth to tell Rosa she'll come; but closes it when she sees a familiar black coat. "I can't. Maybe next time." 

Rosa rolls her eyes. "I've been replaced by a grumpy old man. Me! Her best friend!" She tells another kid, knowing full well Anita can hear her. 

Anita grins at the description of Thomas Shelby. He is grumpy a lot of the time.

"He's not that bad." George defends.

"You're only saying that because he saved your arse."

Both George and Anita glance at each other; that day still very clear in their minds. 

She glances back, cursing under her breath when she can't find the man. "Well, looks like you win, Rosa. I'm going."

"Going where?" 

The group of kids jump at the low, gruff voice. They all turn to see the man they were talking about, slightly hunched as he lights a cigarette.

"To the Cut." Rosa answers for the group. 

"The Cut, eh?" He questions, side-eying the ten year old he knows.

Anita can feel the heat rising to her cheeks. She can remember back when John and his family lived here and how he was always warning his kids to stay away from the Cut. She has no doubt that Tommy knew about that. And she bets he remembers her being present half those times.

"The Cut can be a dangerous place. Watch out for each other." Tommy waits for their acknowledgements, nodding when they do. "And if anyone gives you trouble, you tell them this one-" He points at Anita. "She works for me and anyone who messes with her or her friends will feel the wrath of the Peaky Blinders." He turns his full attention to her. "I'll be here until eight tonight; come see me before you head home."

"Yes, Mr Shelby."

The group of ten year olds watch the gangster as he crosses the street. 

Tommy knew he shouldn't let the children use the old gang name to make threats; but he wanted to do something for the girl. For the past year, she's been feeding him information. Sometimes he would already know; but it was nice to get a different point of view from someone other than his family. And sometimes he had no idea what was going on in his own hometown. Living at the Arrow House has made it harder for him to see personally what happens in his town.

Anita couldn't believe what just happened. She turns to her friends, not able to hide her smile. 

"Well, you heard him." George says, loud and proud; his chest puffed out. "Let's go to the Cut; by Order of the Peaky fucking Blinders."

It's been about two weeks since Anita came to stay with Polly. Tommy had asked her yesterday how she was feeling and she told him she was better. 

Polly had disagreed; said Anita needed more time to heal. Not wanting to be bed-ridden any longer, Anita insisted she was fine. 

The next day, Tommy came to collect her and take her to one of his institutions. Polly objected.

So now, Anita is waiting in "her room" while the two adults argue over her future.

"This girl deserves to have a home, Thomas!!"

"I'm taking her to a home!"

"Yeah, just like you did last time; and look what happened!"

"You know that won't happen here, Pol!

"She deserves a family."

Anita had to crane her neck when Polly lowered her voice.

"She doesn't have any."

"We are her family, you stupid bastard!" Polly shouts once again.

Tommy shakes his head; his voice barely above a whisper, but still strong. "She's not blood."

Anita steps back from the door. She'd rather not hear the rest of that conversation. 

"Tommy's not here, Anita."

"I know." 

Finn watches as the ten year old heads into his brother's office. "You can't go in there."

Anita stops before looking back at the youngest Shelby. "Why not? He keeps everything important locked up. I just want to sit down, away from all of that." She gestures toward the men surrounding the tables, placing their bets.

Finn looks at the men before looking back at the young girl. "Alright. Just don't touch anything."

Anita rolls her eyes. Finn's not that much older than her. 

As soon as she shuts the door, her hand finds the nearest furniture. As she makes her way to Tommy's desk, she leaves her arm outstretched, her hand grazing anything in her reach. 

When she reaches the chair she usually sits in, she stares at it for a moment. Her gaze then turns to the chair on the other side of the desk. 

She glances behind her at the door before going around the desk. She slowly lowers herself in his chair, a small smirk gracing her lips as her backside hits leather. She spins once in the chair and her eyes catch the box stashed with cigarettes and a lighter. She's seen Tommy grab a cigarette from this box a million times. 

Once she has one and the lighter in her hand, she glances at the door for a second time. She brings the death stick to her mouth, rubbing the end between her lips. She doesn't understand why he does this, but he does it every time so she figures there's a reason. 

She inhales the first drag, immediately coughing.  "Why the fuck would you want to smoke this?" She whispers to herself before taking another drag. "Huh?" Realizing it seems to get better with each puff, she keeps it lit. Small coughs tickle her throat; but she ignores them, her eyes searching over the desk.

She smiles when she sees his glasses. She picks them up with her free hand, bringing them to her face. When she looks down at a piece of paper to read it, she squeezes her eyes shut. "Oh wow, he's blind when it comes to reading." 

The glasses slide down her nose, dangling at the tip. Now without the lenses blocking her own sight, she decides to leave them where they lay. She leans back in the chair and takes a puff. "I'm no gentleman." She says through the smoke, making her voice as deep as she can go. This causes a  coughing fit and she has to lean forward, trying to get air to her lungs. Once she can finally breathe, she relaxes in the chair.

"Are you making fun of me, Anita?"

The young girl jumps at hearing the voice she was trying to imitate. She tries to speak, but her tongue won't move. 

Tommy slowly makes his way around his desk, stopping when he's next to his chair. He leans down, gently taking his glasses off the still-in-shock kid. He sets them on his desk. Then takes the half smoked cigarette and places it between his own lips. 

Anita freezes, not sure whether the man is going to give her a beating or not. Mother Superior wouldn't hesitate to, and her uncle definitely would have; but Tommy has never. He's never even threatened to. 

Tommy doesn't miss the fear creeping into her eyes. He gently helps her stand to her feet, pointing to her usual chair in a silent order to sit. He's not surprised when she does so without argument. 

"You need to lower your tone, make it more gruff. And add more authority to it."

Anita snaps her head up, her eyes wide. "Y-You're not angry?"

With a small smile, Tommy shakes his head. "No love, I'm not angry. I'm actually quite amused."

Anita pretends to wipe dirt off her pants so she doesn't have to make eye contact. "I'm not getting a beating?"

Tommy sighs, cursing her uncle; the man he personally killed. "No Anita, I will never do to you what your uncle did." 

As soon as he spoke the words, Anita relaxed. She believes him. 

"But-" Tommy leans forward pointing the cigarette at her. "If I ever see you smoking again, you'll be banned for two weeks."

Being banned sucks. That means she's not allowed to do any spying and she can't go into the shop or the Garrison. 

"That seems a little harsh." She mumbles, mostly to herself but loud enough for the older man to hear.

Tommy brings his hand to his mouth, inhaling the last bit of the cigarette. "You're ten years old. You can decide if you want to smoke when you're eighteen. For now, I say no."

"I'll be eleven Thursday." She sasses. "And since when does the man who smokes more than he eats have the right to tell me I can't smoke?"

Tommy raises his eyebrows. This is a big difference from the young girl who was terrified only seconds ago. Seems she's getting braver by the day. "You've been spending too much time with Polly. You're starting to sound like her."

Anita smiles proudly; sitting up straighter in her seat. 

Tommy softly snorts at the girl's smile. Of course she took it as a fucking compliment. "Alright, my little spy, what did you learn?"

"Who's Alfie Solomons?"

Any amusement drains at the mention of his name. Tommy clears his throat. "Just an old rival."

"I heard he shot you and you killed him. Is that true?"

"Aye." Tommy answers honestly, but he refuses to go into detail about that day.

Sensing the man's mood change, Anita decides to drop the subject. At least with him. She'll ask Polly next time she sees the woman.

"You listen to me, Thomas Shelby, I will not-"

"I'm ready." Anita announces from the bottom of the stairs, relaxing her face into a blank expression.

"Anita, go back upstairs and unpack. You're not leaving."

She knows if she looks at the woman she won't be able to follow through. So instead she looks at the man; the man she thought would one day care for her as his own. The man she completely misjudged. "I'll be in the car, Mr Shelby."

As she's walking out the door she hears them continue their argument. 

"That girl is eleven years old and she's handling this more maturely than you are."

"That's because that girl adores you and will do anything to please you. No matter how much you deny her the love she deserves; she will always care for you and your fucking opinions."

She closes the door, not wanting to know how Tommy will respond. She gets into his car and only has to wait about five minutes when Tommy comes out of the house. 

Neither one of them speaks during the car trip to the orphanage. Tommy carries her luggage to the door where a young woman is waiting. 

"Ms Lewis will show you to your room." Tommy tells her as he holds out her luggage. 

Anita takes it, setting it down on the sidewalk. Before she can talk herself out of it, she lunges forward and wraps her arms around his torso. 

Tommy grunts in surprise and holds up his hand when Ms Lewis steps forward to grab the girl. Just as he decides to return the hug, Anita lets go before he can complete the action.

"Thank you, Mr Shelby. For everything."

He nods his head. "I don't want to hear any bad reports, eh?"

"You won't." Because I won't be here.

"Good girl." He nods his thanks to the young woman before turning on his heel and getting into his car.

Anita watches as he drives off before letting Ms Lewis guide her into the building.

She waits about a week, letting the Shelby family believe she is content on where she is before planning her escape. She has a feeling Polly told the caregivers she could potentially be a runner. 

When Polly came to visit and the caregiver told her Anita has been settling in just fine, Anita decided it was time. 

So that night, she executes her escape plan. To find a new home in London.

She quietly makes it down the stairs; tip-toeing her way to the window she made sure was unlocked and not in plain sight, inside or outside. 

She slowly opens the window, looking around to make sure no one is coming before crawling out. 

Anita waits a beat, making sure no one heard her crawling out before heading in the direction of the train station. 

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The next morning, Tommy raises his head when the door to his office in the Arrow House opens and his aunt comes storming towards.

"Pol?"

"I hope you're happy, Thomas." She spats.

Tommy frowns. What did he do now? "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Anita's missing."

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Time In A Bottle(young!Howard Stark X reader)

Paring: young!Howard X Carter!Reader

Summary: after a time machine going wrong a few faces from the past get knocked into our century.

A/N: this is an old story of mine that I posted on Wattpad a while back. It's not edited but I hope you all enjoy.

"can't believe how long it's been since you've been in the ice" I mumbled looking through a magazine that was just published. It was full of articles and pictures of Steve, my aunt peggie, and Howard Stark. I kept flipping through when I stopped on a picture of my aunt.

"you know you kinda look like her" Steve said standing behind the stool I was sitting on and looked over my shoulder looking at the picture of Peggy. I smiled and nodded. I was proud to be a Carter and I didn't hide it like my sister Sharon did. Before I could say anything else there was a loud crash coming for the lab. "what the hell was that?" I asked Tony who was sitting on the couch with pepper.

"you didn't leave anything on did you?" pepper asked. "it's probably just Bruce" Tony mumbled and got up.

"no because Bruce and natasha went on vacation... Remember?" tony stopped in his tracks and looked guilty. He knew exactly what he did he just wasn't ready to admit to what he did. "I'll be back" he said running towards the lab.

"miss. Carter, Mr stark has requested your assistance in the lab" I hear Friday call out from the speakers of the lab. I sighed and threw the magazine onto the coffee table and walked towards the lab. "Tony way do I always have to save your ass" I asked walking into the lab.

When I looked up I saw a treo of people serounding the time machine we've been working on for months. "who's your friends?" I asked crossing my arms. Tony tried to talk but I ignored him looking at three people. One that I recognized made my heart skip a beat.

"aunt Peggy?" I mumbled. She didn't hear me which I was thankful for. No need to add more to the confusion.

"how did you guys get here?" I asked my question was competly ignored and my aunt Peggy started to attack a man who looked like Tony. "Howard you buffoon I told you to not mess with that damed robot again"

"time machine!" Howard correct. "it's a time machine and it obviously worked so I'm a genius" he said with a smirk and crossed his arms over his chest with pride. Now we know where tony gets his ego. "what year is it miss?" the third one asked. He sounded like Jarvis just more human.

"2022" I said crossing my arms. As the three conversed with Tony and I couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on me I looked over and noticed Howard staring at me. Howard was pretty handsome in his younger years. He looked at lot like Tony but maybe a bit taller. They both seemed to have the same attitude and the same eyes and hair.

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow questioning him. He simply winked and tried to get his two since in the conversation. After a few minutes of arguing we finally came to agreement.

"okay so they'll stay here In till we can figure out how to send them back home" I said walking to the time machine. It looked burnt to the crisp and refused to turn one. I sighed as I picked up a piece that fell off and sat on top of the waist of space.

"(y/n) why don't you show our guests around and show them where the extra rooms are" Tony said before I could escorts them to their destinations Peggy chimed in. "that won't be necessary" she said to me. "I think I can find my way around" she left the lab and literally walked the opposite direction of where she was supposed to go. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes at the woman I shared blood with. "she's going the wrong way isn't she?" Howard asked clearly reading my expressions right.

"yup" I said turning to him. He flashed me a smirk and looked me up and down. "if the offer of a tour of our new living facilities are still open I would love if you'd show me around" I rolled my eyes at him. He was definitely cocky and very brave you could also tell him and Tony are related. I scoffed "fine" I then started to walk down the hallway as Howard tried to catch up with me.

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I tossed and turned in my bed. Once comfy bed felt like a brick and the room felt like a hundred degrees. Millions of things ran through my head. From the simplest things to more hectic things. My first thoughts were on my aunt and how hard it felt to tell her I was her blood or the fact me and Tony couldn't figure out how to send her back to the right time period.

It also felt wired that I couldn't get Howard out of my head. The man was indeed a charming man much like his son. He also held the same ego and sarcasm but he seemed to know when to hide it unlike Tony.

The man wouldn't leave me alone the rest of the day. He would follow me around the compound like a lost puppy or try to 'help' me in the lab. On the contrary I don't need help in my lab and I felt that he needed to know I don't need a man to help me get my job done. That's why I own my own lab because dispit Tony being my best friend it was always hard to do a job with out him breathing down my neck.

I sighed giving up on sleep and left my room. I quietly walked down the hallway trying not to wake anyone and headed into the kitchen for some tea and maybe a snack. I sighed rumgimg through the cabinets in the dim almost dark room.

"can't sleep either?" I voice said making me jump. I quickly turned around and saw Howard setting at the counter in the middle of the kitchen. He looked just as tired as I felt. His brown hair slightly wet from a shower but in some strainds of hair were fluffy and Stubele peppered his jaw. He was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans that Tony possibly gave him. Above all he was handsome I wasn't denying that but in the end I would have to stop myself from getting close to him. For his, mine, and especially Tony's sake.

"no I can't sleep too much on my mind" I sighed setting a crossed from him. He simply smirked and shook his head. "this hole thing is a mystery to me too. I think this is an amazing experience but then I want to get Peggy and Jarvis home where they belong"

"if ony Bruce was home, he's just as smart as you and Tony"

"your pretty intelligent yourself doll" he responded. His brown eyes looked at me and he smirked making me blush.

"me and Tony will try to get you home" I said. "I mean no rush... This time period can't be that bad could it?" he asked.

I titled my head to the side and my straight face broke to a smile. "are you kidding? I would love to live in the 40s"

"why?" he asked with a chuckle. "I Love the history, the music, the cars are my favorite" I smiled.

"you like cars?" he smirked like he was surprised. I slightly nodded and He looked amused.

"what was Steve like back then? I mean before the serum?" I asked breaking the silence.

"much like he is now I'm guessing. I didn't really know him much before he took the serum" he said drinking the last of his coffee. As we fell into comfortable silence I started to feel my eyes get heavy. I rested my elbow on the tabe and my head was supported by my  fist. "you look tired.. You should go back to bed..we gotta lot of work to do tomorrow" Howard smiled at me. I only nodded and stood up from the counter. I smiled and padded his shoulder. "get some sleep too Stark" he only nodded.

"good night doll" he called out as I left the room.

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The next morning I woke up before anyone else. It was pretty quiet which in my opinion was good. That ment Tony was getting the right amount of sleep he deserves and hopefully the rest of the team was doing the same.

I really didn't feel like working on the time machine before Tony and Howard got up so I just went down to the grauge where all the cars we owned sat. All of them were different in size in color. To Scott's rust bucket of a van to clint and Steve's motorcycles. I like to think my baby out shined them all. My car is back 1967 chivy impala. I worked hard to keep in shape and always made sure I ran to perfection.

I smiled at the black automobile and turned on my CD player. The silver machine flashed one and played Elvis Presley on a low volume. Tony and Clint always called me old school. I didn't use Bluetooth speakers to listen to music and I never saw the reason to by modern cars. I hated New music and new anything. I'm a old soul as steve would say. I loved old movies like Alfred Hitchcock movies or Friday the 13th. I refused to listen to any new music which annoyed Wanda and Peter in some ways.

I digged out the tools I needed and started tinkering under the hood. Things were going through smoothly in till I felt one bolt that wouldn't loosen. I grunted getting aritated and started to pull harder while cussing under my breath.

I then herd the door open and close. I ignored it and continued to work. So after the noises disappeared I felt someone come up behind me. The figure the bigger than mine and I felt his arms reach and grabbed the rinch I had. When I felt his chest against my back I quickly elbowed him. "hay doll I'm only trying to help" it was howard. I rolled my eyes and moved away from the car. "thanks but I got it" I said crossing my arms.

As I turned back around and finished my work on the engine. As I had my back to him I heard him snort and let out a sigh. I quickly wiped around and crossed my arms and Clinched the wrinch I had. "what?"

"nothing" he smiled and moved closer. I stepped back and leaned on my car. "your different from anyone I've ever met"

"oh?" I said not really amused but wanting to know what he meant. "you don't fall at my feet and you stand your ground" he explained. "your kind to me with out trying to be a flert and I really admire how smart you are"

"well... Thanks I think" I slightly blushed and turned back around before he could see. When I leaned over into the car under the hood I saw him move over to the side of the car in the corner of my eye. I sighed as he watched me closely as I worked.

When I went back to the bolt I was struggling with I pushed down as hard as I could and got it lose. But when I did I smashed my had making me hiss and pull back. I grumbled and shook my hand to hit rid of the pain. I squeezed my eyes shut not seeing Howard come up and grabbed my jammed hand in his hand. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at my hand and rubbing where it hurt. "what are you doing?" I asked stepping back slowly.

"it's bruised let me see" he said taking my hand back and examining my thumb and palm. "im fine really" his chocolate eyes looked up at me making my heart race. My cheeks faded into a pink color and this time he saw it.

"I'm making you nervous, aren't I doll?" he asked kissing my knuckles then Releasing my hand. "n-no you don't" I said trying to stand my ground. I quickly turned around to my car and shut the hood. As soon as the hood shut with a thud I felt him behind me.

"so now your being shy around me?" he asked and kissed my cheek then my jaw. "what happened to your little attitude?" I sighed and turned around facing him. One of his hands fell to my hip and his other went under my chin lifting it up so we made eye contact. "we should see if Tony's up" I whispered.

He leaned in closer brushing his nose to mine. "he's not up yet" his brown eyes stared into my soul as his free hand moved to the back of my neck and pulled me closer. "can I kiss you?"

His question surprised me. I wanted to say yes but when I stared into his brown eyes all I saw was tony. What would he think or react to his best friend kissing a young version of his father. He would always tell me how much he hated Howard and I was always Tony's shoulder to cry on and was always there to listen when he needed to rant about his father.

"I can't" I whispered as I placed my hands on his chest as a single tear left the corner of my eye. "we- I cant do this to tony" he looked at me with hurt and confusion glossing over his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to over step-" he started but I cut him off.

"I'm sorry... It's not you" I shook my head and left his arms. "I should get to work Tony's probably waiting" I said leaving him alone in the garage.

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"sorry about intrupting your vacation Bruce" I said crossing my arms and looking at him through the screen. "we wouldn't have called you unless it wasn't important" I said.

"don't worry about, sorry I cant be there to help" he responds. "no, you and natasha deserve to get away"

"wait I've got a quick question" Scott said behind me. "what?" me and Bruce said at the same time.

"so if Howard doesn't get back to his normal time period doesn't that mess up Tony's chance of being born?"

"no not necessarily" I said hoping up on my desk and flipping through my notebook of notes we've taken the last month.

"most likely when Howard and Peggy went into the future they made a different time line" Tony chimed in.

"wait, what do you mean?" Peggy asked crossing her arms. I looked over to my aunt and Howard. Howard avoided looking at me which made me upset but that was the least of my problems.

"okay like 5 or so years ago a member of the X-men had to trave into the future to fix something. Now when he did he made two different time lines. The one he was originally from the a different one...kinda like an alternate reality" I explained. "now if Tony's right you being here won't affect the past."

"so ignore everything you learned from back to the future Scott" Bruce committed through my computer.

"what if we don't want to go back?" Howard spoke up. Peggy whipped her head around and glared at him. "and take the chance of messing up the future? Messing up the chance of your son being born?" he said kinda shouting at him.

"aunt Peggy" I started she turned around and looked at me without any of the aggretion she gave Howard. "if you trave to the past or the future, that becomes your future/past and the your  future becomes the present. Which now can't be changed by your new future"

"so we could stay here if we wanted?" she asked looking at Steve. He was in the back of the lab trying to stay out of the way. "it's a risk to take, but most likely yes" Tony responded.

"we need to look more into it before you guys make any decisions" I said looking at Peggy then Howard. He immediately looked down and started to fiddle with button on the sleeve of his gray dress shirt.

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Another week passed and we got a little bit closer at cracking the codes. Last week we were lucky enough to get Shuri to trave from Wakanda and help us. Me and her worked into the night so Tony and Howard could get sleep and then we got sleep in the early mornings.

"almost done with the coding on this" shuri said taping on one of the hologram screens in the lab. "I'm putting in the last of the wiring now" I respond twisting the red and blue wire together then closing the lid to cover it. Before I could continue with anything else the alarm went off signaling there was a mission.

I sighed and ran off after apologizing to shuri for ditching her. "what do we got?" I asked running into the jet were everyone else was. "just a standard Hydra base, nothing we aren't already use to" steve said.

The mission was longer than we intesapated and a lot of us got engerd especially me but I didn't really care. When we got home I tried to go to bed but Tony and Steve dragged me to the lab were Howard was working with Shuri. "what happened?" he asked as steve picked me up and sat me on Tony's desk. "I'm fine" I mumbled.

"Howard check her enjeries will ya" Steve said walking out of the lab. "I'm fine really" I said as Howard rolled up my sleeve to check the cut on my arm.

"so what happened?" he asked cleaning the cut that was on my forehead. "it was just harder than we expected... More weapons and better sacurity than we thought" I replied and tried to leave but he pushed me back down. "come on Stark"

"you know it's not a bad thing to get help some times" he said kinda irritated. I sighed and let him help. "thanks" I mumbled.

"your welcome" he simply replied and wrapped up my forearm with a bandeges. "I'm only trying to help ya know" he said breaking the silence.

"I know" I mumbled looking down not wanting to face him. He didn't seem to like that so he gently lifted my chin with his fingers. I looked into his brown eyes and felt the familiar feeling. My heart pounded as he leaned in closer than pressed his lips to mine softly. I surprisingly didn't push him away I let it happen. I felt his hands move to both sides of my jaw and pulled me close as he depend the kiss. "Howie.." I said.

He only hummed. "I like that" he said against my lips smirking. He tilted his head to the side for another but placed my hands on his chest stopping him.

"okay I'm sorry" he whispered.

"I'm not, but I can't get attached" I said. "why?" he asked looking scared of rejection. "because we live in two different worlds and time periods.. We have to get you back home" I said tearing up. I moved away and left him but he quickly grabbed my hand before I could get to far.

"you can honestly tell me you feel nothing for me" he spoke.

"yes... I have feelings for you Howard" I said with a whimper.

"then-then what's wrong? Why can't we be together?" he said stepping up closer. "you really want to know why?" I spoke getting frustrated.

"yes! I want to know why" he said shouting. "because I don't trust myself with you" I whispered. I wanted to hug him, kiss him, but I couldn't. The idea of being with someone always seemed to be slim or negative for me. I did care about him but I was scared.

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"have you seen my father?" Tony asked coming into the kitchen where I was reading.  "how should I know? I'm not his babysitter" I said not looking up from my book.

"well I just noticed how he started following you around like a lost puppy" he said setting down in front of me. I looked up from my book and locked eyes with genius. "what are you implying?"

He tilted his head to the side like he didn't know what I was talking about. He gave me the soft puppy eyes he always gave me when he knew something was wrong. "okay forget my father, are you okay?"

I shook my head and felt the clinch in my chest as I tried to hold back the tears. "me and Howard kiss" I sob and covered my face afraid of his reaction.

"did he kiss you?"

"yes" I responded

"did you kiss back?"

"I'm sorry Tony, I tried to not get close bu-"

"I'm not mad" he said cutting me off. I raised my droppie head and gave him and questioning look. "why aren't you mad? You always told me how much you hated your father, now I'm starting to fall for him"

"it's okay" he whispered then wrapped his arms around me. "he just better not hurt you"

"it doesn't matter" I spoke pulling away from his arms. "once we get the time machine to work he's going back home.. It would have never worked between us"

"I'm sorry (n/n)" he wrapped his arms around me again and rested my head on his shoulder. "we'll figure this out okay?"

"okay" I mumbled.

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"okay let's start it up" Tony shouts. The machine that's supposed to take us home fired up. I stood there not really wanting to leave and I could tell Peggy didn't want to leave either.

I watched the time machine glow and slightly shake signaling us it was time to leave. I sighed feeling bad that I didn't tell (y/n) goodbye. She was probably the first woman a genuinely loved and was more than a fling or lust. She was smart and sarcastic and didn't fall to my feet when first met her. She made me work for her affection and attention which I actually liked and I worked hard for it.

The times she pushed me away only told me she cared more about other people's happiness than her own. She had a heart of gold and I admired that. She pushed me away because she was afraid of hurting Tony.

"wait" Peggy's voice said grabbing my arm. I looked at her kinda sad and stood in my place. "do you love her?"

I tilted my head to the side trying to play dumb. "don't you look at me like that, you know what I'm thinking about" she said.

I dropped my head and sighed. "I do" i shook my head and started fiddling with the insides of the pockets of my jeans. "than go to her" she said crossing her arms. "stay here and be happy"

"what if effects something? What if I screw up the time line?" I asked pacing back and forth.

"you won't" Tony butted in. "I've talked to Bruce and Strange, and they both said you can't mess it up" I looked down not wanting to look at the man that would be my son in the future. "look she loves you so just stay with her" he said with a sigh. He had the look of someone being forced to say something they didn't.

"I don'-" I started. "go!" Jarvis and Peggy both said at the same time cutting me off.

I nodded and ran out of the room than down the hallway looking for her. I frantically looked around and found a lot of dead ends before I found her in one of the labs. "hay" I said casually.

She quickly looked at me with big dough eyes. "aren't you supposed to be back in the 40's now?"

"I've come to a conclusion" I said walking up to her. "and what is that?" she said crossing her arms. "I'm staying here"

She stared at me with shock painted all over her face. "why would you? What dose this time period have to offer really?"

"you" I said truthfully and stepped up closer maybe only leaving five inches between us. "I want to stay here with you"

I placed my hand on her cheek and slowly leaned in connecting my lips to hers. I felt her arms slowly wrap around my neck and deepen the kiss.

"I love you" I whispered against her lips.

She slowly pulled away and smirked. "I know" I playfully rolled my eyes knowing she was joking. I kissed her forehead and smiled. "your gonna have to teach me about modern time though"

"oh that should be tons of fun" she chuckled than wrapped her small arms around my waist.

"is Peggy staying too?" her small voice spoke making me sighed. She's going back for me, for us. She was on of my closest friends and she's giving up the opportunity to be with steve just so I could be with (y/n). She told me of one of us stays someone needs to be on the 40's keeping it safe. She also told me to keep her safe because (y/n) was her niece. Even though the the two just met you could tell how much Peggy loved her. "she's going back so I could stay with you"

"she also told me to take care of you and if I break your heart she'll come back and kick my ass" I said trying to make her smile. She sadly smiled and looked up at me with her (e/c) eyes.

Everything happens for a reason. I was supposed to screw up with the time machine so it would take us into the future. I like to think I was supposed to find (y/n) and maybe I was supposed to make myself a better father to tony. What ever it supposed to be its definitely a second chance and I'm grateful for that.

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[psychotic-nonsense]

This was originally planned to be its own fic, with background and build up and ✨️longing✨️, but I don't think it'll work out. Can't write slow burn to save my life.

Enjoy this bit of it because I'm still gonna be thinking about it.

Context - Post Vecna, a few days after the gates open. Eddie lives, barely, and has some trouble moving. Max survives, though with impaired vision and legs, Vecna having taken barely enough from her to open the gates. The Party finds an abandoned shelter outside of town after everybody reunites, using it as their base.

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It's logical, he tries to reason. It makes sense, it's the only real way to handle this situation.

The kids are all bunking together, no doubt turning the entire floor into one single bed. With the Cali-Crew (quote Dustin) finally back home, no one would dare try and separate them. Besides, the fight over who got to bunk with Max to watch over her injuries was getting too annoying for anyone to keep dealing with.

The adults are bunking together as well. Having one guy sleeping alone in a room each during these times, when danger was prominent every single night, seemed weird to the Russians and Wayne. Plus, as Murray jokes, it "keeps an eye on Hop and Joyce at night" (he got a few punches for that one, laughing all the while).

But the teens started this whole thing - or rather, Argyle did. The second they found out how many rooms there were available in the shelter, he called shotgun on one for just him and Jonathan. The adults reluctantly agreed to it, so Nancy took the chance and grabbed a room for her and Robin, to everyone's surprise.

Which left one last pairing.

Steve did look a little upset about not getting to bunk with Robin (and if you ask Eddie, a little scared, but he won't even try and think of the reason). But upon her and Nancy's shrug and responding, "Girls night," he conceded with an eye roll and a sighed, "Girls night..." before immediately grabbing Eddie to take the room in the middle of the hall.

And that seemed to be Steve's only grievance about bunking with Eddie. Everything else he's seen in the past few days of their recovery, his quirks and struggles alike, he looks ready to take in stride.

Eddie sleeps far from the door with his spear and shield next to him? "I would've fought you on that first, man. And hey, my bed back home has a bat on each side. This thing never leaves me."

Eddie's gauze leaks through with shit from his wounds? He can barely walk to the door without shaking? "We dealt with the same bats, Eds, it's okay, I got you."

Eddie has a big emotional gay crush on the guy and everytime he's called "Eds" he wants to beg for Steve to hold him and never let go?...Well, Steve doesn't know about that one, but it's only a matter of time honestly.

Especially considering the damn sleeping arrangement, which makes itself prominent the second they open the door.

While the rooms themselves aren't so bad, considering the age of this place, Steve and Eddie got lucky enough to find the one room with only one proper bed. Connected bathroom and pull out couch, yeah, sure, cool. But the springs in the couch are rusted through and snapped shut when Eddie tried to open it, so that's a no.

And Steve, still recoiling from the bang of the couch, had the audacity to try and suggest he sleep on the floor?!

"Hell no, Steve!" Eddie immediately fought. Showing too much care that it makes Steve look shocked. "Do you know how many rats could've been crawling around on that? We can clean the bed, but who knows what's hiding in those cracks? Just take the bed and I'll sleep on the couch-"

"After that thing almost exploded?!" Steve exclaimed back. He's a little concerned, with his puffed chest and hands on his hips countered by the softer give in his eyes. "No way, Eds, not with your bites still fucking you up." Stop looking at his eyes, Munson. "I'll just get another bed from the spare rooms-"

"Nope, not happening either." Steve may still be the hot ass jock he was in high school, but a year out of the gym and his own wounds in his sides and back would make just that torture. Because there's no doubt he'll reject any help, try and do it all his own. And Eddie refuses to let him run into pain again. "The couch works just fine as is, and I can barely move anyway, so no harm no foul, right?"

"You could fall off," Steve responds, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

"You'll get rabies on that floor," Eddie counters. Then he tilts his head to the side, a lilt in his tone. "Can't worry our dear Buckley, now can we?"

Steve snorts at that, making Eddie smile. Goddamn it, Munson. "You wouldn't be able to get up on your own from the couch," Steve counters yet again, smiling like it's a competition now.

"You wouldn't be able to get up at all," Eddie fights back.

"The bed probably stinks."

"And you'd still let me go up there?"

"You need actual sleep."

"So do you."

"...You wouldn't wanna move rooms?"

"Steve, you don't even want to move."

They're both smiling so wide it has to hurt Steve the way it hurts Eddie. Every counter they've taken a step forward until they're almost face to face, same height even with Eddie's trembling from sliced nerves.

Someone has to break soon - "Then take the damn bed, Munson!" - and it turns out to be Eddie. Because of course.

"Only if you do too!"

There isn't enough metal in the walls for the words to be echoing this much. It's the first retort Steve's actually affected by, flinching back just a hair but it's enough. His expression goes from giddiness to a kind of seriousness Eddie can't decipher.

Eddie's frozen solid. He doesn't want to know what he looks like, knows enough how his eyes are way too wide, that his mouth is stumbling over words it can't make. Look who's really fucked up now, the dude saved your life and you two are finally friends, and you're repaying the favor by asking him to sleep with you. Shameful, disgusting, inconsiderate...

But Steve's looking over at the bed. Assessing the dust covered sheets, the pillows and slightly moldy headboard, and then...

He fucking shrugs like it's no big deal and is saying "Okay," like it doesn't stab Eddie right in the throat, making him squeak as he's brought out of his head into something that cannot be reality.

"Okay?" Eddie responds, incredulous, watching Steve go over to their duffel bags in the hall.

"If it means you'll back down, sure. That thing's big enough for the both of us anyway." Steve throws the bags on the couch, flinching a little when he stands up straight again. "You could've just suggested that from the start, Eds, could've saved us the trouble with the death trap over here." He jokes, nodding at the couch.

But Eddie doesn't catch it, shocked in silence. Making a big deal out of nothing because of his stupid stupid heart. "You're serious?"

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes as if he's offended by Eddie's surprise. The mirth in his eyes hasn't faded though. "I'm not scared of a little sleepover, man. And if it wasn't you it was gonna be Robin, so don't think you're special." He walks over to the bed as he says that, but Eddie still catches the fear in his eyes again. The one flavored with loneliness.

But as Steve starts carefully pulling the sheets off the bed, he softens again, meeting Eddie's eyes with a kindness that's so genuine. Breath, Munson, that's a thing you need. "Seriously though, Eds, I'm cool with it, don't worry. We've both been through some worse shit than this, yet I'm still here. So are you." Steve averts his eyes, looking almost sheepish as Eddie's heart basically implodes. "Don't think you can push me away now. You're stuck here, like it or not."

Steve occupies his hands with collecting the sheets, so carefully trying not to send dust everywhere. Eddie finally breaks out of his stupor, smiling as his chest sags in relief. Crush or not, Steve proves Eddie's little Upside Down speech right every single damn day. Playful and sarcastic and strong, but the hidden consideration and softness and care showing through. Every. Single. Time.

Steve reaches for the thin bed cover at the bottom, but Eddie's already there on the other side, pulling it out of his grasp. His head snaps up, surprise to open fondness. "You sure about that, Stevie?" Eddie jokes, slowly bunching up the sheet in his hands. Knows the truth is peeking through. "I've been called quite the unforgiving bunk mate."

Steve blinks at his words, searching him for something Eddie doesn't want to know. But then he's smiling too, not looking away as he goes for the pillows. "As long as you don't snore, I'll be the judge of that."

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Eddie does snore.

Not outright, it's a barely there grumble if you get technical. But it comes up sometimes when he sleeps on his back, and thanks to those glorious bites, he's forced to. Thus, snoring. Steve would probably make fun of it, play up the annoyance and make a joke of it to get Eddie to laugh.

But they're both fast asleep. Steve in just sweatpants and Eddie in a shirt and shorts, on opposite ends of the bed, passed out with the exhaustion of the last week still weighing them down.

They're no better than the rest of the Party, their new base of operations providing them all a sense of safety no trailer or winnebago has before. Granting them all the deepest sleep they've had yet.

Still, the unconscious Steve shuffles in his sleep in the dead of night. His brain is a hive of noise in times like these, making his subconscious dark and uncomfortable. He's deep in slumber, exhaustion keeping him trapped down, so his body tries to counteract it, twisting and turning to find sanctuary.

The unconscious Eddie isn't faring any better. Even in sleep he's restless, his usual positions consisting of shuffling legs, constant turning, and the tight cradling of a pillow, all in the attempts to keep his body down and still. But with the wounds, he can hardly breathe without straining against them. Every attempt his subconscious makes to move, a sharp burst of pain shoots into his dreams, and he stops with a groaning snore. And though the blankets they could salvage are thick and comfortable, this new Hawkins post-Vecna is cold at night, and Eddie is too exposed to not feel the shivers rack his body, flaring the pain further.

With a sleepy mumble, Steve shuffles into the bed a little further, his brow straining against his mind's assault. At the same time, Eddie turns his head onto his uninjured cheek, the only movement his body will allow.

Steve squirms and it strains at the wounds in his back, so against the bruising pain of the bites, he turns over into his side. He's got more freedom than Eddie there, so while his body slowly settles against the pain, his other arm comes around to find peace in the sheets below. Anything to ground him from the memories swirling fast like rushing lake water.

And it finds something. Something solid, soft, real and breathing and alive and safe. Steve's too deep in sleep to comprehend it past that, so his fingers just run softly over it, savoring the tranquility it offers his rattled head.

Likewise, Eddie's snoring abruptly quiets with a breathy exhale. Something has grabbed hold of his upper arm. Soft and moving but it's warm, radiating heat up to his shoulder blade and down into his fingertips. Thankful and desperate, his subconscious moves him to shuffle sideways, face straining against the pain in search of the aid that'll soothe it.

At the same time, Steve also searches for more of that feeling, the edge of darkness licking at his heels as he tries to escape. Closes the gap.

Steve is now laying nearly on top of Eddie's right side, arm draped over his chest and head finding solace in the crook of his neck. All the while, both of them completely unconscious.

Steve's brain goes blissfully silent, the presence of another comforting his innate fears and driving away the darkness into a muted haze. It pulls his mind completely away from whatever pain resides in his torso, and he relaxes fully with a soft mumble.

Eddie sags into the bed with a deep exhale. The warmth digs deep into his bones, burning away the cold and restless twitching in his nerves. The pressure on his side adds to the weight on his mind, dragging him deeper into sleep. The pressure on his chest is just barely off of his wounds, soothing the stabbing in his gut in to a soft pulsing.

He leans more into it, meeting Steve breath for breath. Letting their hearts match in beat, sinking into peace. It's the safest and most comfortable they've been since hell froze over.

But as the night goes on, they'll slowly drift apart. When the sun rises they'll be separate once again. Their minds will only remember the peace, their bodies the vague touch of comfort.

Despite everything, they'll be none the wiser.

Despite everything, the next night, they'll long for it again.

And despite everything, they would find it.

#“Only one bed” trope but they're only not stupid when they're asleep #every other time is pining #writing this was super fun but slow burn is my kryptonite #bc this was gonna be SLOW slow burn #focus on their relationships with each other and the others #how they'll beat vecna #and then keep coming back to each other every single night #eventually they'll start waking up in the middle of it and have some “oh shit i love him” moments #and then they'll wake up at the same time and finally figure the whole thing out #MAN I WISH I COULD WRITE THIS BETTER #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things fic #stranger things #no shame on the tag assault i love yapping about my boys #yall have no clue how many steddie wips are sitting in my drafts and notes rn

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"And if General Felix suggests a plan of attack, you ignore him."

"Rowena!" Rúben laughed.

"I'm serious. You promised to come back, and you won't do it if you do as he says."

"I will come back. You are the one who likes running away, remember?" he smirked.

"It just happened once" she replied, rolling her eyes. "Now you are stuck with me. Forever."

"My prince, it's time to leave."

"One moment!" Rúben said. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

"Me? Never" Rowena chuckled. "But the same goes to you."

"I don't do stupid."

"I beg to differ" she teased him. "Now go, don't make them wait. And remember" she said, putting her hand on his chest just where his necklace rested. "I'm always with you."

"And I with you" he replied, doing the same and putting his hand over the shiny ruby that hung from her neck. "I love you, Rowena."

"I love you too."

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Rúben didn't know for how long he had been fighting. It felt like hours but also just minutes, every muscle in his body aching but also asking him for more. It looked like they were winning, enemies falling all around him. But what if somehow more came out of nowhere? What if they found themselves outnumbered? What if he couldn't keep his promise?

"No" he grunted, charging against the man that was running towards him. He was coming back to Rowena. And he was doing it alive.

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"And?"

"We lost them, my prince" General Felix said. "They crossed the river and it was impossible to follow them."

"They will come back, tho. We may have won this battle and killed some of their generals, but their prince still stands."

"And so do you" the general said, putting a hand on Rúben's shoulder and giving it an encouraging squeeze. 

"My prince! My prince!"

"Jose? What are you doing here?" Rúben said.

"My prince!" the young boy repeated, trying to catch his breath. "It's… it's the camp."

"What?"

"They attacked the camp."

"Those bastards!" General Felix said.

"Tell me everything, Jose" Rúben urged him, feeling like his heart was about to break his chest in half if it kept beating that fast.

"It couldn't have been more than thirty men, my prince. They showed up out of nowhere and attacked us. The princess ordered everyone to hide in the woods and asked me to run as fast as I could to warn you."

"You did good, boy" General Felix told him.

"What about her? Did she also run to the woods?" 

"She didn't, my prince. Lady Rowena and a few men picked some weapons and defended everyone while they ran away."

"I knew it. I just knew it!" Rúben said, looking for something to kick or hit. "She promised me to not do anything stupid!"

"She knew how to fight, my prince. I saw her kill two men before I left" Jose said. 

"General, find me a horse and ten men who are fresh enough to fight" Rúben ordered, his voice sounding weird in his ears. "And give Jose water and some food. He deserves it."

"Thank you, my prince" he replied. "But don't worry, she'll be fine. The princess knows how to take care of herself."

"That's what she always says" Rúben said. "That's what she always says..."

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"Dear lord" one of the men who had traveled with Rúben whispered when they made it to the camp. Or to what was left of it. 

Most tents had been destroyed, fires here and there. And bodies. There were bodies laying everywhere.

"Rowena!" Rúben called, quickly dismounting from his horse. "Rowena!"

She had been wearing blue. Sky blue. The same colour as the dress she had worn for his birthday party and that he had loved so much. The same colour as the stone resting on his chest.

"Rowena!" he called again. But there was no answer, only the grunts of those who were more dead than alive. "Check the bodies, see if there is anyone still alive and who can be saved" Rúben ordered his men as he kept inspecting the camp.

Every time he saw a female body his heart skipped a beat, but none of them were her. None of them were wearing blue.

"Rowena! Rowena, where are you?" he called once again. "Rowena!"

"The woods" a voice said next to him.

"What?" 

"The woods. The princess…"

"Where is she?" Rúben asked as he kneeled next to the injured man. 

"The woods. She fought with us and she…"

"And?" he urged him.

"She hid in the woods."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Thank so much" he said. "Carlos! Find some water for this man, tend to his wounds."

"Yes, my prince" he heard before running into the woods.

"Rowena! Rowena!" he called again, his heart once again threatening to break his chest in half. "Rowena, where are you?"

"Rúben?" 

It was her. It was her voice. Or was he already losing his mind?

"Rowena!" he yelled, running towards where the sound was coming from.

"Rúben!" he heard her reply, her voice sounding closer and closer. "Rúben, is it you?"

"I'm here, Rowena!" 

"Rúben! Oh Rúben, you came back!" she said, showing up from behind some bushes.

"I did, you crazy woman." 

It was her, she was real. She was covered in blood and dirt, most of the blue of her dress gone. Her hair was a complete mess, and her sword still was on her hand. But she was alive, and that was the only thing that mattered. 

"I told you to not do anything stupid!"

"And I've told you hundreds of times that I can take care of myself!" Rowena replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You definitely can, yes" he chuckled. "But be careful, wife. You are holding a weapon."

"Really? I thought this was just a big needle" she replied, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, are you going to just stand there scolding me as if I was a little kid or are you going to come here and hug me?"

"You look disgusting right now."

"As if you looked any better" Rowena snorted.

"Alright, come here" Rúben said, closing the space between them and finally hugging her. "For a moment there I thought I had lost you, you know? When Jose said the camp had been attacked I…"

"Shh" she said, hugging him tighter. 

"Rowena, are you shushing me?" Rúben laughed. 

"It sucks when someone does it to you, doesn't it?"

"It does. But you can do it as often as you want, because that would mean that we are together."

"I told you you were stuck with me, my prince" Rowena said, lifting her head from his chest and meeting his eyes.

“Say that again.”

“That we are stuck together?”

“No, the other thing.”

“My prince.“

“My cupcake” he replied, making her laugh and giving her that smile that was only for her.

“I love you, Rúben.”

“I love you too” he said before kissing her, his heart finally relaxing. She was alive, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. 

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[nightghoul381]

For my dearest @itsjudesfault

Ramblings from the other night that will eventually be formatted into a cohesive fic but they are soft Jude so here you go world

Jude ordinarily doesn’t hesitate to use his ability to put people to sleep if they’re annoying him. But you’re not one to openly ask. He’ll find you struggling to keep your eyes open. He’d point out that your eyes are drowning in dark circles but you’ll deny it vehemently. And in that case he'd probably corner you and ask you shit till you admit you're exhausted and then he'd do his lil smirk and be like "knew it" then take you to your room and get you snuggled up

bc he's soft for ya

but also an ass

hence the teasing

can you imagine his soft face looking down at you while you sleep and he chuckles to himself about how stubborn you are

then he smooths his hand over your hair

he likes to run his thumb over your eyebrow and how you nuzzle into his touch

you're so unguarded when you're sleeping, and he enjoys seeing the side of you that doesn't fight him off from touching you.

He'd never do these soft touches if anyone would see him though, so it's reserved for these times when he knows you're exhausted and will eventually let him use his ability on you

he falls asleep too and you wake up and he's got his arms wrapped around you like a teddy bear and his face is buried in your hair so you can feel his warm breath on your scalp

if you shift he makes a little grumpy sound and holds you tighter

you feel him relax when you run your hand over where his arms are around you

Or if you shift more he puts his leg over yours

no escaping now

but it's completely subconscious so it's even sweeter

and he sighs and you can hear the smile in that sound

you roll over and now you're facing him and you can see how calm and relaxed he is and you think about how happy it makes you feel to see him at rest since he always seems so stressed when he's awake.

He doesn't like you shifting thought because his face is exposed now so he nuzzles against your shoulder/neck and takes a deep breath. Comforted by your scent he relaxes fully

Jude's favorite part of watching you sleep is how you gravitate toward him. You find his hand and he twines your fingers together and he loves it when you pull his arm against yourself and snuggle it

he also won't admit he likes when you're clingy

but he loves feeling wanted

even if its just for comfort

the best part is when he leans in and presses a little kiss on your hair

if only his pride would let him admit how much he loves this

he knows deep down you would maybe kinda like it too but you would never admit it either

so instead he sometimes pretends to fall asleep if you start moving

and sometimes you pretend to be asleep if you wake up before him

He sneaks out before he *thinks you'll wake up to save his pride but you have to bury your face in the pillow to hide your smile

mutually love cuddles... too stubborn to be the first one to admit it

one time you caught him glancing back at you on his way out of your room and the affection on his face makes your heart swell

he'd be gorgeous both ways... I wonder when the first time would be that he would bring you to his room to sleep... maybe after a mission when you collapse on your way back or fall asleep during the trip and he

he's really tired too, so his brain just instinctively carries him to his room, but he's carrying you too

you don't even realize what happened until you wake up to the feeling of his nose against your cheek

it's dark but you can just make out the fact that you have no idea where you are

you look around and notice his cloak hanging up nearby, and as you go to get up and leave, he puts his hand on your chest over your heart, his long fingers splayed out and his breathing slow and even

You hope he doesn't feel how quickly your heart is racing

you feel almost giddy with excitement, you've thought about this and scolded yourself for thinking about it but now that it's happening you just want to make it last forever

you take the opportunity to touch his pale skin, running your palm over the muscles in his arms and shoulders. His breathing deepens and his brows furrow slightly at the touch, he lets out the softest little groan, shifting so he's on his back now and your hand is on his chest, his other arm tucking under the pillow you're resting your head on

He smells so good, rich leather and the faint hint of smoke that still clings to his skin. and under that is his natural scent, sending your brain wild. the way he smells is enough to have you curling against him, head on his shoulder

but instead you grab a marker out of the diy pocket in your skirt and draw a mustache, a monocle, a dick, and write I eat cock on his forehead and try very very hard not to laugh while you sneak out of his room

JUDE WRAPPED YOU IN HIS CLOAK WHEN YOU FELL ASLEEP ON THE TRIP BACK TO THE CASTLEEEE

You also begin sneaking into his room and swapping your pillows with his so you can smell him when you sleep and he secretly knows you do it but doesn't say anything because he loves it too because he gets to smell you when he goes to sleep too. Those are for the days where you sleep normal and don't do your lil back and forth about you being exhausted

He likes hearing your happy little sighs when you're sleeping

Roger knows that this is happening, he can hear you sneaking into Jude's room and he followed you one day to see what you were doing and you yelp when he asks you why you're in Jude's room and why you have his pillow.

You make up some sort of excuse about Jude telling you to grab his bedsheets and pillows to have them washed.

He talks to Jude about it later and Jude freezes. He knew you were doing it, but now that someone else knows the thought of losing that makes him feel very upset. He brushes Roger off and tells him to quit making shit up. He really hopes this is enough to shut him up and hopes he won't tell anyone else

He can't afford to lose his primary source of comfort

but the only problem is Roger is bound to betray people, it's the curse part of his curse... it may not be huge but he always betrays people eventually

O.O

Kicks Roger out of the castle so he doesn't ruin this

And Ellis notices bc he's around Jude all the time and it pisses Jude off when Ellis asks why he's being so hard on everyone and he points out he noticed Jude being particularly rude to you when the others are nearby but when it's just the three of you he's like a completely different person

Ellis becomes a decoration when Jude is with you because his focus is completely on you, making sure you're safe

And Ellis notices bc he's around Jude all the time and it pisses Jude off when Ellis asks why he's being so hard on everyone and he points out he noticed Jude being particularly rude to you when the others are nearby but when it's just the three of you he's like a completely different person

Ellis becomes a decoration when Jude is with you because his focus is completely on you, making sure you're safe

The first time he has to save you on a mission he acts really harsh and yells at you for acting so stupid but it's only because he realized at that point how much he had come to enjoy having you around and he's mad at himself for having his mind focused on someone else. He doesn't want to admit it to himself though, so he's ultra dickish until one point where he doesn't see you for a few days and he gets really restless and he goes to find you

you've gone on as many missions away from him as you can and when he confronts you about it you're surprised to see hurt rather than anger in his eyes and you start apologizing for hurting him and he tries to play it off like he has no idea what you're talking about but he tells you that he just wanted to make sure you hadn't gone and gotten yourself killed or something

You keep apologizing though for worrying him and he keeps getting more riled up telling you to stop apologizing you didn't do anything wrong and then when you keep going he walks up to you and kisses you to shut you up

Then you're both frozen just staring at each other, not really sure what to do with yourselves after that

Your hands shoot up, clinging to his shirt as he deepens the kiss and lets his fingers curl into your hair. Eventually you back up and apologize for making things awkward and he growls and pulls you into another kiss, deeper this time, trying to show you that nothing is awkward. He knows you've wanted this and he wants to show you just how desperately he's been craving you too.

he's surprisingly gentle, hand moving up to hold the back of your head, his other arm snaking around your waist until your bodies are pressed flush against each other

#have some soft jude #love you darling #jude jazza #ikevil jude #ikemen villains jude #ikevil jude jazza #ikemen villains jude jazza

[1dont-really-know]

Unfortunately, I had to split the childhood chapter in half since it's getting to be way too long and I have to focus on the finals week that's starting next Monday, so I won't be able to write much if at all. I'll start writing again once it ends, but I'll probably save the second half of the chapter for a memory/flashback chapter.

Without further ado, here's the first half of Malva's childhood! 4422 words long! Enjoy ✨

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Malva remembers the day she was allowed to finally meet 'Leanor's friends.

She remembers how close of an eye her guards had on her, watching her every move as if afraid she was going to bolt into the forest the moment she had the chance. That was the main reason she was not allowed to go outside unsupervised, after all. She ran away and into the lush green paradise far too many times for Mother’s liking.

She remembers waiting anxiously near the entrance to the palace gardens, counting and and re-counting the numbers of petals of each flower growing from the bush next to her. What if they don't like me? She had asked herself, what if 'Leanor decides that she doesn't want to play with me anymore because her friends don't want to?

Looking back on it, she doesn't quite understand her thought process anymore. It had seemed so straightforward back then, so obvious that Maleanor would no longer want to spend time with her in favor of her friends.

Malva remembers how her fears were quieted.

She remembers 'Leanor's grinning face as she raced towards her, pulling her into a hug before she introduced her to her friends.

Levan, ‘Leanor had said his name was, a boy who seemed to be around 'Leanor's age, was the first of the two strangers to greet her. Malva remembers his gentle smile and calm disposition, and she remembers wondering how in the world someone like him would befriend her sister.

But then she saw the way 'Leanor had looked at him, and she understood that it was not a simple friendship that tied Levan and Maleanor together.

The second boy looked younger than both Levan and 'Leanor. He greeted Malva awkwardly, as if not quite sure how to address her. She remembers his eyes first and foremost; a pair of shining red that looked like sunrise over a raging sea, the hues shifting like the waves, magenta one second, then back to red, then to a mix of those two colors. His eyes were mesmerizing to watch, but Malva tears her gaze away from them before things turn awkward.

Malva had known of the boy with sunrise eyes before this, of course. The boy had been an orphan her mother had taken in, but she had yet to meet him prior to this.

What was his name again?

Ah, but she supposed she should introduce herself first.

"I am Malva Draconia," she had said, dropping into a curtsy once she remembered her lessons about manners, "second princess of Briar Kingdom, younger sister of Maleanor."

‘Leanor had scoffed at that, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest. “You need not be so formal with them,” she had told Malva, nudging her towards the two boys, “they are my friends. I have told them of you.”

For some reason she, herself did not understand to this day, Malva had not thought that ‘Leanor would have talked about her to her friends.

Still, Malva smiles, “It’s nice to meet you regardless,” she had said.

The boy with sunrise eyes nods stiffly, while Levan just reassures Malva that it was fine.

What was the other boy’s name again? Malva can’t seem to remember, though she’s sure he had already introduced himself.

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Levan’s eyes are kind. Malva had decided that Levan would be a wonderful partner for ‘Leanor right then and there.

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In truth, the forest usually was not Malva's destination. It was just where they usually find her.

Looking at her reflection on the river’s surface, she adjusts her cloak, making sure no one could see her horns. Thankfully, with her technically being a hatchling, her horns weren't that hard to hide. Her tail had been bunched up to resemble a backpack under her cloak, hiding it from view. It is only once she's confident that she looks like any other fae and not a princess that she finally sets off.

Was this dangerous? Sure.

Will she get scolded if she was caught? Of course.

Would she care? Ehhh…

Her destination this time was a town not too far from the palace. The bustling streets would have overwhelmed her had it not been that she had been taught to be used to crowds at revels. He was here somewhere. She just needed to look for him.

A head of sunflower blond hair, far shorter than the rest of the humans, and ears too pointed to be those of a human.

There.

Altair, a half-human she had met during a revel.

Malva's friend.

Not an acquaintance, not a mere ally.

Her friend.

She grins brightly, weaving through the mass of people to get to him as quickly as possible. “Altair!” She greets, excited to see him.

“Finally got away from those guards, huh?” Altair grins back at her, giving her a pat on the shoulder before turning to the library. He raised his hand, trying to get hold of the door handle, but was much too short to reach it.

Malva snickers at his failed attempt, “same goes to you. Did your parents finally let you leave the cabin again?” she didn't have any right to laugh, however, as she herself was also too short to reach the handle. She was older than him, sure, but with his human heritage he was a bit taller than her and looked older than her as well.

They ended up having to wait for an adult to open the door for them.

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“When do you think you’ll finally accept ‘Leanor’s proposals?”

Malva had invited Levan to tea not long after she had met him and his and Maleanor's other friend. This was a very important subject, after all, and first (or in this case, second) impressions were important. Levan needed to know that Malva is and always will be on Maleanor’s side.

The sudden question makes Levan choke on the tea he had been drinking. Malva just watches him, waiting for him to stop coughing and answer her question. “So? What’s your answer?”

Finally, after he has his breathing back under control, Levan looks at Malva, his jaw open in bafflement, “are you proposing to me in Maleanor’s stead? For Maleanor?”

Malva shrugs, taking another sip of her own cup of tea, “you seem to have a problem with answering Maleanor when she asks you to marry her, so I’m going to ask you to marry her,” a pause, then she looks him right in the eyes, her gaze blazing, “marry ‘Leanor, Levan. I know you like her.”

Levan is at a loss for words. He opens his mouth, about to say something, before he thinks better of it and sighs instead. He looked at her, resigned, before speaking, “tell me why you’re doing this again?”

“Well for starters,” a little bit more of Levan’s will to live fades from his eyes, “you like ‘Leanor. That much is easy to see from the way you look at her. And you know ‘Leanor is fond of you as well, since she’s always looking for a reason to spend alone time with you. Furthermore-”

This is going to take a while.

°•°•°•°

“-Finally, you have rivals, dear brother-in-law. Others who yearn for my sister’s attention and affections. She could have anyone in the kingdom, but she chose yo-” Malva’s eye twitches in annoyance and she pokes Levan roughly on his ribs when she notices his vacant stare, “are you even listening?” she frowns. She can tell how much Levan means to ‘Leanor. She wants nothing more than for their happiness, but if Levan doesn't make a move soon, she fears what ‘Leanor would think.

Levan, who had been zoned out for the better part of an entire hour of her explanation, winces in pain, his hand over the rib Malva had poked. “I was listening,” he grumbles. His thoughts seem to be elsewhere, however.

Malva sighs. She needs another approach, something that could worm into Levan’s mind and conscience and will refuse to let go until he tells ‘Leanor how he feels. Maybe…

“Y’know, Lilia is exceptionally close to ‘Leanor,” Levan’s ears perk up at her words. Perfect. She has him right where she wants him, “It’s not hard to see why, truly. Lilia is… something. He’s hardheaded and rather brash, like ‘Leanor is, but he also always makes sure she’s alright. In fact,” now this is a risk, but it’s a risk she’s willing to take, “I’d say, in a way, he’s in love with her as well.”

Lilia was a friend to both ‘Leanor and Levan, and though Malva felt a little guilty for using his name for her schemes, she assures herself that she'll apologize to him for it once she finally gets to meet him.

In all honesty she doesn't even know if Lilia actually likes ‘Leanor in that way or not, but regardless.

Levan was quiet, seemingly thinking through his options. He looks away from her, looking off into the distance, “you know what? You're right. Perhaps Lilia is better suited for Maleanor after all.”

Wait, what?

No! This wasn't how it was supposed to go!

“I'm not saying you should give up on wooing her!” Malva hissed, standing up and trying to get him to look her in the eyes, all while Levan looks away from her, his shoulders slumped in defeat, “‘Leanor doesn't love Lilia! She loves you! All you need to do is court her and all is well!”

Levan was supposed to use that as inspiration for him to pursue Maleanor more overtly. Lilia was just supposed to be an imaginary obstacle. He wasn’t supposed to matter in the equation!

… Malva feels guilty just thinking about it. She should really find Lilia and apologize for using his name like that.

Malva shakes her head quickly to clear her mind. No, that didn't matter for now. What matters is that Levan is giving u-

His shoulders are shaking. There's… there's amusement in Levan's eyes.

He's laughing at her.

Not only that, he's laughing at her in such a way that someone would have thought he was crying!

The heat of embarrassment rises up to Malva's cheeks, and with an indignant huff and a puff of fire, Malva smacks Levan on the shoulder as hard as her little hands can. “Stop laughing!” she all but cries, her voice cracking, “it's not funny at all! I'm trying to get my sister a husband here!”

Levan just kept laughing, but at least he stopped pretending to cry, clutching his sides as he almost fell off of his chair, “s-sorry, I- pfft- haha! It's just adorable how insistent you are in this.”

This just makes Malva even more indignant. How dare he? Sure, he was a noble, but he was still just a noble. Not yet a prince; not yet ‘Leanor’s husband. “I'm the Second Princess of Briar Kingdom. I know how to control my fire breath. I know how to fly. I am feared. I am powerful. I am not adorable.”

Levan is still laughing.

“I'm telling ‘Leanor you were being mean to me!”

“W-wait, no-”

°•°•°•°

Look left? Check.

Look right? Check.

Perfect. Nobody is watching her. It's time for her to-

“Moonlight? What in the world are you doing?”

“Ack-”

Malva whirls around, almost tripping over a root in her haste, only to see Maleanor standing behind her. Her mind scrambles for an excuse as to why she was slowly inching to the edge of the forest while the ball was commencing, any reason that would not end in her being scolded, but Maleanor narrows her eyes at her before she could respond.

“Yet again you try to run away from an event,” Maleanor sighs, shaking her head. Malva shrinks into herself, shame bubbling up in her stomach though she feels like she hasn't done anything wrong. Without a warning, Maleanor grabs her by the arm and drags her back into the center of the celebrations.

Planting her feet on the ground in vain, the younger of the two sisters squirms wildly, trying to free herself from the older one’s grasp, “I have plans, ‘Leanor. Plans that do not involve nobles sucking up to me in hopes of me giving them something,” she huffs, looking around the palace grounds for someone that could help her or at least be a distraction, “besides, it's not as if anyone here actually likes each other anyways. It's all one big ploy for each of them to get more power.”

“That’s just how politics are, Moonlight,” wait, it looks like they're going away from the center now- oh great, she's dragging her towards Levan and that sunrise-eyed boy. What fun. “You must learn to live with that.”

Maybe if she'd just use a little gravity magic- no, it didn't work. “That's not how I want it to be. What's life without genuine friendship? Without genuine love?” Maybe she could grow some vines from the ground to anchor her- aaaand Maleanor ripped out the vines.

“You've been talking to that half-human boy, haven't you?” They're getting incredibly close to Maleanor's friends, the chance for escape is slipping through Malva's fingers like sand. Maleanor didn't seem to care, “I've told you before and I'll tell you again, sister, those fantasy books are just that, fantasy. It's not how the world works.”

Escape is nigh impossible now. They're right in front of Maleanor's friends, which means if Malva did escape, it'll make her look bad. But does that mean that she'll back down? No. Malva is far too prideful for that. “Well you genuinely love Levan, don't you?” She snaps at Maleanor, her tail swishing in agitation. Still, she inwardly grins at the way both Levan and Maleanor's cheeks redden at her proclamation, “that means that genuine love and care does exist, even in politics, and it should exist more.”

Maleanor grabs Malva by the face, squishing her cheeks in a tight grip, “I told you not to say that in front of him!” She hissed, “have I not already told you I do not need your help to court him?!”

“Now now, let's both calm down, alright?” Levan tries to soothe, placing a hand over Maleanor's in an attempt to make her let go of Malva's face, “there's no need for this, hmm?” Unfortunately, Maleanor still doesn't let go, her eyes locked with Malva’s defiantly. Levan sighs, “Lilia, help me a little, will you?”

Ah. So he's Lilia. Malva really messed up by using his name to try to make Levan confess to Maleanor, then. Her current “featherdragon” project needs a new sacrifice.

Lilia looks at her, then at Maleanor, then at Levan. Then, he sighs, “Maleanor, your sister’s still a kid. She doesn't know any better.”

Oh? Oh!

Throwing Lilia a ‘thank you’ glance, Malva mentally notes to give him a gift later to show him her appreciation. Also as an apology, even if she'll never tell him what the apology is for. Taking a deep breath, Malva then turns her attention to Maleanor.

She imagines someone yawning, making her have the urge to yawn as well, but she keeps her mouth shut. Her eyes still water, though, and by holding back the yawn, it makes it look as though she's holding back tears. Look at me, she tries to hold back her giggling as she thinks the words, making herself look as sad as possible, how could you be so mean to me? Aren't I your baby sister? I'm not even a century old yet and you're already being so cruel…

She makes her bottom lip quiver, just for good measure.

The steeliness of Maleanor's eyes waver for a moment, her grip loosening, and Malva takes the opportunity to make a mad dash away from all three of them.

Success!

°•°•°•°

Sitting by the stream, Altair watches as fish of many colors swim by. The cool autumn wind tousled his hair, bringing with it a sense of calmness.

“Sunflower!”

From behind him, Malva emerges from the forest and sits down beside him. She grins widely, opening up her palm and making a magical fire in her hand to light up the area around them. “Pretty great, huh? I've been practicing.”

Altair rolls his eyes, setting down the book he had brought and moving closer to take a better look at the green flame. Much to his surprise, the flame isn't hot even when he puts his hand right next to it, “you didn't need to, you know. I'm a half-fae, not a human.” He can still see perfectly well in the darkness, and he can still see the amusement in Malva's eyes.

Malva, for her part, snaps her fingers and summons a book, placing it down next to his.

“You're just jealous you don't know how to cast this spell,” she nudges him with her shoulder playfully. For someone of such high social standing as her, she’s remarkably friendly in his eyes. Her eyes, however, lock onto the book he brought, and she turns it over so she can read the title, “what's this?”

Plucking the book from Malva's hand, Altair opens the book to where he last left off, Malva reading from over his shoulder. “It's my mother's herbarium.”

“A book about herbs?”

Altair nods, tilting the book towards her so she could see the pages better, “yeah, and it has the uses for the plants here too. See, here's yarrow, and here's a list of its uses, like slowing down bleeding…”

Malva listens intently to Altair's every word, her eyes locked on the pages of the book as he points out every interesting detail he could find. He suddenly remembers the thing she said about having been given a garden by her mother, (garden-hoard, she had said Princess Maleanor had called it) and its many plants. To find out that they have uses is something he would bet she had not thought she would be learning today.

But hearing that the herbarium used to belong to Altair's mother seemed to have reminded her of something.

“Didn't you say that your mother is a healer?”

Altair is taken aback for a moment by the sudden question, “Hm? Oh, yes, she is. Why do you ask?”

That's… odd. He could have sworn he saw something flash in her eyes. Something akin to glee.

“How exactly does someone become a healer?”

Suspicion creeps up Altair's spine. He answers, though hesitantly, “well, you have to learn about medicine on your own, then find a healer willing to be your mentor, then if you're good at it, you have to go to a special academy…” wait- why was he telling her this? Why did she want to know this anyway? “What are you planning?”

The surprised expression on Malva's face is too exaggerated to be genuine. “What? Am I not allowed to be curious about these things?”

The half-fae just stares at her, deadpan. He looks her up and down, slightly narrowing his eyes.

“Okay, yes, I want to be a healer. But that's because–”

“I don't think just wanting to add to your botanical collection is a good enough reason to become a healer.”

“I don't like seeing when people get hurt either!”

°•°•°•°

By the time Malva gets back to the castle, she finds that most of the guests have left, with only a few people hanging around the drinks table and Maleanor and her friends talking near the gates. She would have thought they’d all gone home by now, but she supposes that they have something to discuss. Walking towards them, she starts to be able to hear bits and pieces of their conversation.

“Aww! You were paying attention to her!”

“She's your sister! Of course I pay attention to her!”

“Even I didn't notice the book she was holding~”

“Stop trying to hide the obvious, Lilia.”

“Levan! Not you too!”

“What's going on here?” It's likely because of how immersed in their conversation they were, but none of them seemed to have noticed Malva standing beside Maleanor. And they seemed to have forgotten what she had said about Maleanor’s feelings for Levan, which is good.

Maleanor turns around and grins at her, catching her before she could run and squishing her cheeks again– much gentler, this time. “There you are, my dearest sister!”

“I don't like where this is going.”

“Yes, regardless,” much to Malva's annoyance, Maleanor waves away her words like they were nothing. She points to Lilia, who looks like he would much rather be anywhere but here, “this boy, right here,” Maleanor starts, her eyes positively gleaming with mischief, “has eyes for you, Moonlight.”

“What.”

“For the last time, I don't!” Lilia was seething, very clearly embarrassed by the whole situation. Malva, on the other hand, was too confused to really react.

“Don't lie, you were watching her enough to notice that the reason she was trying to flee the party has something to do with the book!”

Book? Oh, Altair's book.

Maybe this isn't the time to tell them?

Who was she trying to fool, this was the perfect time. She owed Lilia for her escape earlier anyway, so the least she could do is distract Maleanor and Levan from his embarrassment.

“Aside from accusations about ‘having eyes’ or whatever you three were talking about, I have an announcement.” Malva said, before anyone could interrupt her.

This seemed to have piqued their interest, as Maleanor released her hold on Malva and let go of her cheeks. Good. They were getting sore from being squished so much.

It was Levan who first spoke up again, “so, what was this about an announcement?”

This was it. A reason for her to distance herself from politics and add to her hoard in the process. Finally. This way Mother will stop pestering her about hoarding “real” treasures. Finally she can be of use to the kingdom.

“I'm going to become a healer.”

…

An awkward silence envelops them.

“That's it?”

“What do you mean ‘that's it’?” Malva's tail twitches in annoyance, “I just told you I'm going to be a healer.”

Is that not a big thing? To decide your own path in life so soon?

“Are you sure about it?” Lilia asked, “I mean, you're still only, what, seventy years old? Are you sure you're not going to change your mind halfway?”

She had distracted the other two from pestering him and this is how he repays her? How rude.

“You're a princess first and foremost,” Maleanor chimes in, “if you want to run around in your free time messing with plants, then you can. But being a healer is a whole other thing.”

Are they even listening to her? With an exaggerated sigh, Malva turns away from them, starting to walk back to the palace. “You know what? Fine. I'll just prove to you that this is the path I'll take regardless.”

Malva felt like a sulking hatchling. Which, to be fair, she was.

But she wasn't seventy years old; she was seventy nine.

°•°•°•°

“Has anyone seen my sister?”

The servant bows his head respectfully, taking a step back from the confused princess, “no, Princess Maleanor. None of us have seen Princess Malva today.”

Maleanor's brows furrow. Where was she? She hadn't seen Malva since the younger dragon fae said she was going to become a healer. Was she really that upset that Maleanor had pointed out the obvious?

With a sigh, Maleanor forces herself to nod. If Malva was anywhere nearby, she didn't want her to accidentally get hit by her lightning. “Alright. Keep an eye out. I need to have a talk with her.”

This just keeps on happening. No matter where she searched– how many servants she questioned, Malva was nowhere to be seen.

That was, until she got to the palace library.

She found Malva there, hunched over a table, a pile of books about medicine and herbs and plants scattered around her as she slept.

Huh…

She was serious about wanting to be a healer, then.

°•°•°•°

The moonlight is as gorgeous as always.

But something was wrong.

Looking around, Malva sees that she’s on a balcony. There’s some sort of celebration going on in the main building, a crowd of people dancing and chatting as music croons through the walls. A sense of danger crawls on her skin. Why was she here? What celebration was this? When…

The full moon shines overhead, lighting both the balcony and the grounds under her enough for her to study her surroundings decently.

Oh. Levan's here as well. He's talking to another noble that she hasn't bothered to learn the name of not far from where she's standing.

But where was Maleanor and Lilia? Those three are usually inseparable, so just seeing one of them and not the other two is uncanny to her. Well, unless it's Maleanor who's alone. She has her royal duties to attend to, after all.

Now that Malva thought about it, she doesn't see anyone she knows but Levan nearby. She has never liked being alone during these sorts of revels, so she makes her way to him quickly.

But that other noble… she feels like she knew him from somewhere.

“Levan!”

He didn't seem to hear her, still talking to the other noble calmly. The other noble, however, seemed to slowly lose his patience.

“You're too much of a coward to court her properly anyway, so why don't you stand back and let me court her instead?” The other noble said, his voice dark and threatening.

So that's where she remembers him from. He had been one of the many bachelors that had asked for Maleanor's hand in marriage a few decades ago.

Levan remains steadfast, his gaze and voice steady as he responds, “because she isn't interested in you. Dragon faes such as Maleanor cannot have children with those they do not love anyways, so even if you did end up marrying her, there would be no heir to speak of.”

“Is there a problem here?” Malva steps closer, hesitantly looking from the noble's face to Levan's, then back again. Something feels wrong. Something feels very wrong.

Before any of them could react, the noble pulls out a dagger and stabs Levan on the side.

Malva's heart felt like it had stopped beating.

Then, she wakes up.

She was in her chambers, her breathing panicked and afraid and she felt like she could faint.

What… What was that?

Didn't she fall asleep in the library?

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9 - on fire and full of screaming kids

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You flapped a tea towel desperately around, trying to clear the smoke that flooded the whole down stairs of your home. If you found that little shit in this smoke, you swore you would kill it before your parents had the chance to kill you. 

All you did was turn you back for five seconds and she’d set fire to the kitchen roll. Then while you put that out, she set fire to the rug. Then the curtains. Then the actual cookie dough. 

As soon as you got a hold of her, you knew you had to shake her down to see if she was hiding matches or gasoline on her person. 

All the while, the two children ran about giggling. Like it was the funniest thing and that they weren't about to have the front seats to your FUNERAL. 

A knock against the front door and you were sure it was the fire brigade here to confiscate the child. Still, through the smoke you found the way to the door, coughing your lungs up in the process. 

“I know the fire alarm’s going off! I think I've put it out unless that brat has started another!” You shouted to whoever was on the opposite side of the door, hoping, praying that it was your big brother here to save your ass. 

You did not, however, expect it to be Albedo, standing there, stunned. 

A few seconds passed where neither of you said a word, only staring in surprise at each other. 

That was then spoiled by another fire alarm in your home beginning to scream out and the innocent giggling of Klee flooding out your house. 

“Klee!” Albedo shouted and, without invitation, charged inside your home.

By the time you regained the courage to walk inside the crime scene, you found almost every window in the building open and Albedo inside your living room. He knelt before Klee, holding both of her hands in his and staring into her huge demon like eyes.

“And what have I said about using your toy to start fires?” 

“Explosion inside city wall, grounded be thy woe.” 

“Right, so do you want to tell me why you still did it?” 

Klee gave him a one shoulder shrug before looking off sideways with a pout that even though you were mad at her, you couldn't lie,it was adorable. 

His reply came in a sigh as he stood up straight once again, running a hand through his dusty blonde hair. 

“I want you to sit on this sofa until I finish tidying this up, ok?” Klee nodded her head to his question although her mouth stayed in a firm line. 

He watched her as she plopped herself on the sofa, arms crossed over her chest in a strop. 

“You know that sofa is flammable as well.” You said as he came closer to you, on his way into the kitchen. 

“Yep, but she won't be doing anything without Dodoco.” He raised his hand to show you a keychain with fluffy rabbit plushie on it, along with a round bunny-like ball.

“And that’s what she’s been starting fires with?” You tried to suppress the laugh hogging up the space in your throat. 

“Yeah, it’s in Jumpy Dumpty. It’s where she keeps all the explosives I keep in my lab.”  

The laugh actually began to suffocate you as it jumped into something else. 

“Lab? Explosives?!” 

“Yeah…I’ve tried anything to stop her from getting them and somehow she still does.” 

“Wow…I don't even know how to process that.” You dropped yourself at the doorway of your kitchen, trying to process everything you’d just heard. 

“Let me help you clean up. It’s the least I can do.” He said as he evaluated the disaster Klee had caused upon your kitchen. 

“Yeah sure, but can you do me a favour.” His eyes shot back to you and you took a moment to realise just how amazing they were. They were gold, too gold to be actual gold. It was more like sunlight, warm yet cold at the same time. 

“Put a flammable warning on that kid. Like seriously, she looks all angel like but that kids a demon.” 

“That kid’s my sister.” His words sounded like a warning but yet a smile was on his lips, telling you something different. 

You stalled for a second, mouth moving but no words coming out. You couldn’t determine if he was offended by that comment or was laughing about it. That caused you to spit out the only thing you could think of as, 

“I mean I'm related to Childe so who’s really winning here?”

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Hiyaaa,

Last one for tonight. I think after this is will possibly be only one or two every 3-5 days because my stocks have started to run low.

I hope your enjoying this and if you have anything to say or add, feel free to.

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