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punk4ndisorderly · 11 months

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The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

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Y/N shook the her colleague's hand, excusing herself and leaving the room hand-in-hand with Joey, walking through the clinic’s waiting room, heading towards the exit.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice spoke close by, startling the pair.

She stopped dead on her tracks, completely caught off-guard.

“Jack? Hi!”

The doctor saw him get up, coming to greet her with a peck on the cheek. She couldn’t help but notice that he smelled heavenly.

It took him a little while to register Joey's presence, as she stood behind her mother’s legs, keeping a tight grip on the hand that held hers. As soon as he did see her, he crouched down so he could meet her gaze. The resemblance to Y/N was uncanny, her eyes as wide, glowing with curiosity and wonder as the eyes of the fiery teenager he had known all those years ago once did.

“Hey, kiddo.” he smiled tenderly.

Y/N mimicked his pose, turning to the tiny version of herself.

“Jo, say hi! This is Jack, mommy's friend from school… You don’t have to get all shy…” she cooed, never letting go of her daughter’s hand.

“Hi Jack. I’m Josephine. I’m five.” She mustered up the courage to say, holding up five fingers of one of her tiny hands.

“You have a beautiful name, Josephine. I’m twenty-eight… I don’t have enough fingers for that though, do I?” he chuckled, making the little girl laugh in response.

While observing their interaction attentively, Y/N thought about how endearing Jack looked as he spoke to her child. She kept to herself that she used to watch his games while she fed Joey when she was a baby. Every other day the two of them sat on the couch and saw him soar across the ice. Maybe it would come up in conversation one day.

“Hey, I’m here too!” Luke stood up from his seat, letting his presence be known.

“Luke Hughes! I haven’t seen you in ages!” the doctor grinned, standing up and reaching out to hug her friend’s little brother, while Joey and Jack remained in their own little world, discussing his favorite color. “We’ve still got the whole if we’re both still single when you’re forty we’ll get together deal going on, right?”

“Would I ever bail out on you?” she chuckled, pinching his cheek.

“Didn’t think so, darling!” Luke smiled back, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Jack ignored the slight pang of jealousy he felt when he was reminded of the understanding Luke had reached with Y/N back when they were practice linemates. His brother was fourteen at the time and had a huge crush on her, which she found extremely cute, so she jokingly took him up on his offer. What Jack couldn’t predict would be that his dorky little brother would turn out to be so good looking and have much more charm than him.

He cleared his throat, returning to his full height as Joey rushed to her mother’s side, making Luke smirk and remove his arm from where it rested.

Looking him up and down, eyebrow raised, her eyes landed in his right hand, wrapped up in gauze.

“What’s with that, Rowdy?” Y/N pointed to his injured limb.

“That? Bar fight.” Luke shrugged. “A big, scary dude was harassing this very nice girl and Jacko asked him nicely to leave her alone. The man threw the first punch so, naturally, my boy defended himself and took a swing at him. Out of nowhere, this gigantic Yeti-looking fella appears and smashes a beer bottle on the counter, moving in to stab my big brother, who tried prying it out of his hands. They struggled for a bit, but eventually Jack got the bottle and a pretty nasty wound with it. Five stitches, boom!”

Jack covered his face with his left hand, shaking his head.

“Oh. Sounds dangerous.” Y/N teased condescendingly, patting his back.

“It was, but you know Jacky, he handled it.” the younger man assured her, backing away from the pair.

“Of course he did.” she winked, turning her attention back to her very own knight in shining armor. “How’s the healing going?” “I’m getting the stitches removed now, but I think this one is going to leave a mark.” the Devils' player smiled, lifting his hand up.

“Well, think of the number of women you’ll pick up with the bar fight story…” Y/N snickered.

“Luke's imagination is… Fertile. I’m sorry about all the bull -” he stopped himself when he saw Joey's curious eyes looking up at him. “- crap he tried to feed you. What really happened wasn’t even remotely that exciting.”

Her eyes were trained on him, glistening with sheer amusement, his fumbling oddly endearing to watch.

“I figured as much… I think it’s cute how he’s got your back with the manly, chivalrous story. I’d love to hear all about the real version of events one day. I’ve got to go now, though. I’m dropping this little one off at her dad’s for the weekend before heading ti the hospital. I’m pretty late already, so…”

“Yeah, of course, go.” Jack stuttered, giving her a quick hug goodbye. “It was nice to see you again so soon.”

“Don’t be a stranger.” his friend asked, a hint of a grin on the corner of her lips, walking away, hand-in-hand with her doppelgänger.

The brunette man watched her leave with a slight twinge of unexpected sadness, not even realizing he had zoned out until his cousin started making kissing noises beside him.

“Oh, Jack, don’t be a stranger!” Luke taunted, pouting his lips at him, earning himself a slap in the back of the head. “Ow! Are you going to call her or am I going to have to intervene?”

“God, Moose, I still have no idea if I actually feel something for Y/N or if it’s all just me trying to get Stevie out of my system. I can’t ask her out on a date!”

“It’s not a date, you presumptuous bastard, it’s just two old friends hanging out. How are you supposed to know if you like her like that or not if you two don’t interact face-to-face?”

“I…”

“Either you call her or I’ll make my move. She’s even more beautiful now…” the younger man trailed off, smirking at the reaction he got from his cousin.

“You’re the spawn of the devil.” the forward mumbled under his breath.

“Yeah, but you’ll thank me later.”

“Don’t hold your breath, little brother. Stay here and wait for my name to be called up, I’ve got to go outside.”

“Aye, aye captain!” Luke extolled, giving him a salute.

Jack rolled his eyes jokingly, exiting the clinic and going through his phone, looking up her number.

It’s all or nothing, Hughes.

The call went straight to voicemail, ending with Y/N's sweet chuckle at something that sounded like a baby’s voice in the background. The brunette man took a deep breath, trying to make the message sound as casual as possible. He surely didn’t want to seem desperate.

“Hi. It’s Jack. Jack Hughes. You probably know that by now because I’m the only person in the world who can be this awkward on the phone. Anyway, I know we just saw each other, but I’d like to hand out soon, we haven’t had an impromptu hangout in a while… Text me or give me a call if you want to go out for lunch sometime. I promise I’ll tell you all about my badass scar. So… Mmm… Yeah… Let me know if you’re up for it. Stay sweet, parakeet!”

Stay sweet, parakeet? What the fuck, Jack? What is wrong with you?

Jack cringed inwardly, ultimately deciding perhaps that was the best he was going to get. He really was awkward.

The screeching of the chairs being dragged back against the floor as she gave her interns permission to leave and do their rounds, making her scrunch up her nose, her eyes closing for a second.

“Don’t forget to do neurological assessments!” she called out, hoping the younger doctors were still listening as they walked out the door.

Life as a doctor, especially at a teaching hospital, wasn’t easy, but she would never take her job for granted and she was so happy she was able to do something she loved for a living.

Returning to the lockeroom after a long afternoon of classes, she turned her phone back on, opening her assigned locker and placing her white coat and scrubs inside. Her mobile phone rang twice, letting her know she had one missed call and one new voice message.

Y/N took one last look at her bag to make sure she wasn’t taking anything more than she needed to home and closed the tiny metal door, turning her key to lock it, forgetting completely about the notifications on her phone until she got home, showered, ate and called her ex-husband, wanting to say good night to her daughter.

“Okay, baby, sleep tight. Mommy loves you.” the young woman cooed, hanging up only to be reminded of the unanswered call and unopened voicemail on her phone.

Hi. It’s Jack. Jack Hughes. You probably know that by now because I’m the only person in the world who can be this awkward on the phone. Anyway, I know we just saw each other, but I’d like to hand out soon, we haven’t had an impromptu hangout in a while … Text me or give me a call if you want to go out for lunch sometime. I promise I’ll tell you all about my badass scar. So… Mmm… Yeah… Let me know if you’re up for it. Stay sweet, parakeet!

She almost fell off her bed, snorting at her old friend’s choice of words. Only Jack could say those kinds of corny things and get away with it. He sounded slightly nervous and impossibly cute.

The doctor returned the call, waiting for him to pick up as she turned another page of the novel she had been trying to finish for months. In her prime she would’ve read it in two days, but raising a child mainly alone and long, exhausting hours at the hospital had kept her away from five-hundred-page-books and into the path of terrible reality tv shows that lasted 30 minutes max.

“Hello?” she heard someone say from the other end. Not someone, him.

His voice was raspy, as if he had been sleeping for hours. A wave of regret and pity washed over her. Poor Jack, startled by his phone at – she looked at her bedside table, where her alarm clock rested – nine-thirty?

“Did I wake you up?”

“Hmm… Kind of.” Jack chuckled, closing his laptop and placing it on his coffee table.

“Dude, it’s nine-thirty.”

“I was reading through a contract my agent sent me and ended up snoozing.” he admitted, sighing.

“That boring?”

“Unbelievably so. What’s up?”

“I was calling about the message you left me…” she said, biting down softly on her bottom lip.

The hockey player sat up straight on his couch, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.

“We should definitely go out for lunch or something. When are you free?” Y/N inquired, leaning back against her headboard, playing with some loose strands of her hair.

“Tomorrow?” he offered.

“You’re in luck, tomorrow works for me. Day off. Perks of running the unit I guess.” the doctor explained, a small smile playing on her lips. “Let me know the time and place.”

Wow. I was not hoping for this to go this smoothly. Maybe she doesn’t think I’m a total weirdo and the voicemail wasn’t as bad as I thought it was, he thought to himself, stunned by the turn of events.

“Yeah. Okay. I will.” Jack managed to stammer out, thanking the saints she hadn’t decided to do a videocall and therefore couldn’t see the blush that had crept onto his cheeks. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“See you later, alligator.” she giggled, hearing a loud groan coming from the other side of the line. “Night, Rowdy.”

“Hello, is it me you’re looking for?” he sang purposefully out of key from behind her, squeezing her shoulders gently with his large hands.

“Hey there, Lionel!” Y/N smiled, dazzling him with her breathtaking award-winning smile. “I was starting to think you had stood me up.”

“Never.” the brunette man countered, placing a hand on the small of her back. “I’m sorry, traffic was terrible and I couldn’t find a parking space within three blocks from here.”

“You had to walk here?” she gasped, pretending to be outraged. “Sounds very down-to-earth of you, superstar.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jack rolled his eyes, faking annoyance while placing his hand on the small of her back. “Come with me, you dork. I’ve made a reservation for my favorite table up here.”

The amazing view over downtown New York from the rooftop of the building rendered Y/N speechless.

He gazed at her attentively, eagerly trying to catch any micro expressions that would give him any clue of what she was feeling as he guided her to their table.

“How the hell did I not know about this place?” she uttered, still completely baffled over the beauty of this little nook. “Well done, Gretz!”

“The Garden is great, hu?” the hockey player smirked. “I came here for the first time a few years ago with Trevor, actually. That was a weird day.”

Y/N twisted her lips into an amused grin, placing her index finger over them.

“Let me guess… They totally thought you guys were a couple.”

“They totally thought we were a couple.”

“Nice!”

“We would make a good-looking pair if that was the case.”

“Undoubtedly. Although I do think Trevor's suitors aren't big fans of sharing…”

“Probably risky to try and find out.” he chuckled. “The second time I came here I was with…”

“Stevie.” Y/N completed his sentence, making them both go silent for a few seconds. “I know you had to work with her two weeks ago… Do you want to talk about it?”

“I did promise to tell you the story behind the five stitches…” Jack sighed, seeing one of the waitresses walk by and waving to ask her to bring them the menu. “But first… Food.”

They both went through the long list of dishes, making their respective orders once they were satisfied with their perusing of it.

“So… The wound…” the doctor prompted, eyeing him carefully.

“The wound… Well… Stevie came onto me in her dressing room and for a moment I let myself go… But then I realized that what we were doing was wrong so I stopped her. She was pissed off and started saying you and I had something going on, that she should’ve seen it coming. When she left I kind of punched a mirror and… Well… Got this baby to show for it.”

“She still has feelings for you, you know?” she pointed out, after giving it a bit of thought.

“She might.”

“Do you think Stevie would freak out about the slightest possibility of us being together if she didn’t? I get that she feels betrayed and mad, you guys just broke up. You should talk to her and set things straight.” Y/N advised, taking a sip of the iced tea the waitress had just left on their table, along with their food.

The way Y/N had just understood and summarize the entire situation without actually having met his ex-girlfriend face-to-face left Jack bewildered. She noticed how confused he looked, reaching for his left hand and grazing her thumb over his knuckles.

“It’s not that hard to figure out, it’s Women 101. Don’t put too much thought into it, just be honest with her and speak from the heart.”

His blue eyes shot up, locking with her big, hopeful ones. The Devils' player couldn’t exactly pinpoint why it was happening, but her touch made goosebumps rise all over his skin.

“I can try…” he spoke quietly.

“You’ll be fine, trust me.” the doctor assured him, a decided look on her face. “Anyway… What on Earth possessed you to eat that?

“You should know this here is an amazing tuna tartar… And it’s delicious.”

“I’d definitely need a tub of ice cream to cleanse my palate after putting tuna tartar in my mouth.” she stated, her face twisted in disgust.

“You haven’t even tried it! Here.” Jack prompted, offering her a spoonful of his food. “Come on.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, taking one small bite, her face immediately revealing what she thought of the delicacy.

“Oh god, no, that’s awful. I’ll stick to normal human food. And you, sir, owe me a tub of ice cream.”

The pair chatted away for three more hours, completely oblivious to their surroundings.

“The sun is setting already.” she remarked, holding her chin up with her fist, her elbow propped up on the arm of the chair as she set her eyes on the spectacular view. “Thank you for inviting me to come here.”

“I thought you might like it…” the brunette man replied, a shy smile making its way onto his face.

Too busy being mesmerized by the glorious sunset unfolding before her, the teacher failed to realize Jack had been admiring her gorgeous semblance. He watched her in awe, much like one would stare at the most beautiful painting in the world, taking in the way the sunlight enveloped her, her peaceful gaze set on the horizon and a small smile decorating her features.

It was so easy to waltz around the line between friendship and something more. To be honest, he’d always danced around it, coming back and forth between the two realities, never taking one step too far, but now he was starting to fear he had reached the point of no return.

“Have you ever thought about where we would be right now if we had never met?” Y/N's voice snapped him out of his trance, making him look in the same direction as her.

Jack shifted in his seat. Entertaining that hypothesis sounded painful.

“Not really. Thinking about what could’ve been isn’t going to change anything, right? For better or for worse, everything that happened in my life lead me to be here, right now, with you. I’m glad it did.”

She turned her head to the side to face him, not saying a word, looking at him in such a tender way it made his heart skip a beat. For a moment, the world was composed of the two of them, no one else.

That is, until a teenage girl with platinum blonde hair marched up to them, clearing her throat softly before speaking up.

“Hi! I’m really sorry to bother you guys, but I’m a huge fan and it’s my last day in New York, so… Would you mind taking a picture with me, please?” she chirped, seemingly starting to shake as soon as Jack's eyes landed on her.

“Hey! Of course, it’s very nice to meet you…” he prompted, waiting for her to say her name.

“Claire.” the teen introduced herself.

“Claire! Beautiful name!” the Devils' player complimented, placing his arm around the petite girl’s shoulders. “Do you want me to take the picture?”

“If you don’t mind, yeah.”

“Sure, that’s what I’m here for.” he smiled, taking her phone from her hand.

Y/N noticed how the girl swooned over the handsome man as he lifted his arm up and took a snap of the duo. The effect he had on women never seemed to simmer down, no matter how many years had passed since he was just a teenage boy with a pretty face.

“Thank you so much!” Claire crowed giddily, accepting her phone back. “I’ll stop being a cockblocker now!”

They both said goodbye to the young girl, waiting until she was out of earshot before breaking into a fit of laughter over the cockblocker comment, Jack sitting back down as the fairy lights hung around the lounge turned on, giving the rooftop a whole new look.

“I think I might just live here from now on.” the doctor whispered while leaning towards him.

“They’ll probably let you do that if you sing for the jazz quartet.”

“There’s a jazz quartet? That’s it, I’m moving in.”

* A loud buzz filled Y/N's ears as her phone rang non-stop on her bedside table. Groaning loudly, she felt up the wooden top, grabbing her mobile device, not even bothering to open her eyes.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, dork!”

“River! Hi! Isn’t it crazy early?” she inquired, her head pounding. “What’s up?”

“We’re going for a run, nerd. Get ready, I’ll be there in ten.” her older brother informed her.

The singer took a look at the alarm clock on her nightstand, her eyes opening and immediately widening as she did.

“Jesus, River, it’s six-thirty in the morning!”

“The sun is up and shining bright. Your ass better not still be in bed when I get to your house, or else…” River warned sternly.

“Why did I ever think it’d be a good idea to give you my address and my keys?”

“I’m good during emergencies.”

“You’re not even here most of the time… Traveling with your fancy engineer boyfriend!” Y/N reasoned, pushing the covers off her body.

“Don’t sass me, young lady! I’m taking you out to do some exercise. It’s good for you! Let’s go!”

“Alright, alright… Jeez.”

Getting geared up for jogging, she tied her hair in a ponytail with a pink scrunchie, drinking a cup of black coffee and eating an apple before hearing her brother honk outside.

“What’s up with the frown, Grumpy?” River teased, poking her cheek when she entered the red convertible.

“I should be lying face down on my king-size bed, but instead I’m in a car headed for a run with an overly-cheerful morning person. What do you think?” she grunted, using her sunglasses to cover her tired eyes.

“You stayed out late last night, didn’t you?” he smirked, his attention not leaving the road ahead of them.

“No!”

“You so did! You know I can see through you like cellophane, don’t lie to me!”

“Okay… I did…” Y/N confessed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Oh, did Y/N Y/L/B go on a date? Who is he?”

“It was not a date!”

“Who is he?”

“Jack…”

“I knew it! I’ve got to call Trevor, I’m getting dinner on him!”

“We just went out for a late lunch and ended up talking for hours… Don’t make it to be something it’s not.” the younger sibling pleaded, reaching out and turning the radio on.

“Right… Yeah… I’ll quit hammering you about it… For now…”

“What are you even doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Boston right now? Did David come with you?”

“Oh no, he stayed. It’s just me.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Obviously, but I had to come back earlier to get some things done and he couldn’t come with me so…”

“Okay, but you still haven’t elaborated on what those things are…”

“You’ll see. Now sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who’s sitting in a car with a person who drives like a maniac.

The two siblings sang along to the songs that came on, forgetting about Jack, David and everything their names implied. Finally, after an hour and a half car ride, River parked under a tall tree, exiting his vehicle.

“Are you coming?” she asked, resting her perfectly manicured hands on her hips.

“Did you really just drive to Newcomb to go for a run?”

“I like it here, it’s secluded, quiet, beautiful…” the eldest sibling shrugged, starting to stretch.

Y/N shook her head, mimicking her brother and climbing out of the cherry red mustang, starting her warm-up.

“Water?”

“In the trunk.”

The doctor picked up two canteens and followed River into the small gated community. It was customary for the properties around the river to belong to very rich people, having been passed down from generation to generation, who were now converting them into luxury camping sites, prepared for a glammed-up version of setting a tent and freezing or sweating to death.

“So, are we running or what?” she challenged, a glint in her eye.

“Oh, it’s so on, sister.”

* River and Y/N ran alongside each other on a dirt-road path for about forty-five minutes, before the eldest Y/L/N sped up his pace and disappeared into the middle of the trees before them.

“Hey! Wait up!” the doctor called out, panting and trailing after her brother.

I really need to get back into doing exercise on a daily basis, this is killing me.

She ran in the direction she had seen River go in not long before her, only to find herself near a pond, surrounded by gigantic pine trees. Several mountain streams could be heard from afar, setting quite a picturesque view with a forest backdrop.

Her mouth dropped open at the sight of a log trellis covered with hanging vines and a beautiful gazebo.

“Where the hell are we?” Y/N asked, completely bewitched by the beauty of the site.

“This -” River began. “ – is Hidden Creek.”

“Is that a dance floor?” the doctor inquired, looking behind her friend.

“Y/N, focus, nerd.”

“Sorry.”

“Remember when we used to binge watch that terrible teen show when we were kids and one of the girls told the other that love meant giving chances when there were no more chances left to give?” River asked, leaning against one of the logs, a small grin on his face.

“Yeah, vaguely… Why?”

Y/N sat down next to her brother, drinking from her canteen and wondering where the conversation was headed.

“We watched that episode again a few months before I asked David out… I was all heartbroken and pledging celibacy for life and that night you texted me this.” he paused, handing his sister his phone, opened on their text chain, a message that appeared as saved, from four years before.

Don’t give up on love and what it had to offer you… I know you’ve been let down and hurt before, but I am absolutely sure you’ll find someone who will make you feel so much love you’ll be scared your heart might burst. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll wonder about who you were before that feeling came and knocked the air out of you… It’ll be so worth it. Wait and watch it unfold.

The doctor nudged her brother gently, smiling. “I remember that part…”

“You were right. I waited. I struggled, but I did it: I found love. It’s David. I wanted to let you know that I’ll always be thankful for this text. Especially now. Your words helped me find the strength to carry on hoping my prince charming was out there.”

Y/N reached out to wipe a couple of tears that had managed to escape the older sibling's eyes, leading him to straighten up and recompose himself in seconds.

“Tell me, what do you think about this place?”

“I am in love with it. It’s like walking into a fairytale.”

“I’m glad you do, because I booked it for two weeks from now.”

The doctor knitted her brows together, not understanding what he meant.

“Are you having a party? Riv, no one’s going to drive an hour and a half and do a forty-five-minute run to come here for a party, big bro…"

“Well, they better… It’s my wedding, after all.”

“What?”

“I’m getting married!”

I have no idea if there is a luxury glamping community in Newcomb NY, but I'm once again taking the ~ artistic liberty ~ and running with it. also, surprise, you, Y/N, have an older brother named River!

#y/n x jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes #cole caufield #team usa #hockey boys #hockey #trevor zegras #alex turcotte #quinn hughes #luke hughes #fanfiction #blurb

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trashlama · 1 year

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How would. Rise! Raph react to kiddnaping reader as a little sibling and they stay silent almost always they don't resist anything and sleeps almost all day? (platonic)

Thank you for the request!

This is my first one so please, bare with me.

I wasn't a hundred percent sure if you meant like a one shot/drabble/headcanons or somethin' so I just winged it. It's basically a combination of the three.

Honestly I literally wrote this in one night as soon as I got home from my errands. Probably could been proof read some more but, say-la-vee

Sorry everyone for it taking so long for the Future!Yan!Rise!Raph fic a lot of stuff happened the last few weeks. I had an idea, wrote a good portion, accidentally pressed the wrong button and it didn't save. So I tried to rewrite it but, I've just decided to go another direction with it. Then also of course work/famila obligations.

Sorry for all the blabber, let's get on with the show!

The meme in this fic is not mine I just found it on Pinterest and it twas too good.

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Raph at first would just roll with it. You weren't escaping and not technically defying him in anyway. Actually you were very compliant, non-combative nor aggressive towards him and his hovering. Just quiet and lethargic. Routinely sleeping away days and nights despite the abundance of rest you've received. Only waking when the eldest Hamato sibling came to feed you or smuggling you between the washroom and the large dog cage he kept you in his chambers. Dude literally gives you the same vibes as Toma from the otome game/anime Amnesia. Like brah. Tell me nah.

TBH— I wouldn't be as compliant by any means necessary. Personally when I'm in a dangerous situation like that thanks to my formative years I'm very prone to fighting. It was survival for the fittest when my mother was at work and my older siblings didn't play nice. But, for fics sake I would see the reader tryinna' play it safe.

Like for real, tell me if you were say fifteen, young teenage kid walking down a random cruddy block in NYC just tryinna' to get home so you decide to take a short cut through some alleys. I mean I can't be the only one to take the backways to get around faster. Anyways—

Your just takin' the short cut you usually do when you're tryinna' get home and of course you get cornered by a trio of mixed species thugs. A duo of armed shabby dressed homosapiens backing up a fella who looked like a cross between a pig and a dog. A fugly mix breed who despite his fluffy brown wagging tail was definitely not a good boy. Proven by the mutant freak of nature's thumb claw hovering above your jugular.

The pickering between the three revealed that someone was paying them to do this. Because apparently you were close to somebody. An individual who he and his brother's pissed off the wrong eight-legged hotel boss. A political mystic city power with plenty of connections who was paying for blood.

The reason you my lucky reader are in the middle of this?

Because according to the barking accusations from the mutant mutt that threatened you. You knew one of the people in the targeted group.

The hell you did!

Finding this shit out literally leaves you speechless at first unsure how to deny such claims of comradity. Especially when they reveal when you try to reject the prosecution that their intel describes a red clad ninja being in your vicinity numerous occasions. Following you, watching you, inside your home.

The last one shook you. Unsure how to describe the feeling of the information your brain was processing. The pointed tip of the pig-dog thug's claw keeping you aware of the position you were in.

You were gonna die just because some creeper ninja dude who apparently has been by definition stalking you. And worse of all you didn't even know who you curse for your pending execution.

Ooonnnlllyyy for edged stars to start flying, successfully spooking the two humans. Only further shocking you by their reveal. Flipping forwards revealing two chunky tanukis. Leaf and all perched proudly on their foreheads. The cross breed mutant who had pinned you kept his grasp around your neck. Releasing you upon the arrival of their snaggle toothed party crasher.

Mama Bear vibes to the max. The teenage snapping turtle was quick to dispose of the twin yokais with his tonfuas. Slamming the ends of the wooden defensive tools into the crown of one demon and the under jaw of the other. Effectively K.O.ing the yokai duo.

Upon his backups' defeat the canine swine pounced. Squealing as he charged the alligator snapping turtle.

Which provided the chance for you to flee. Not caring to look back. You don't see what ends up going down. Grunts and growls echoing in the disappearing distance.

Like the final girl in the horror movie you stop for some reason. Feeling that the coast was clear just because you were some distance away from the bizarre scene you had been wrapped up in. In shock of the combination of school yard rumors of mutants being proven true and the knowledge that out there you had a stalker.

2.5 seconds later Raph is back on your ass. You had been about to scream when the turtle's large three fingered grip quickly covered your mouth. Well more like the bottom half of your face.

In a jumble of words the eldest Hamato tried to communicate. Fumbling as he apologized for the rough treatment you had received. Wide ash colored orbs appearing to scan you for any signs injuries.

Unsure of what was happening you began to back pedaled slowly. Thanked the towering spikey shelled mutant for his deed as you mentioned how late it was. Cutting the thank yous short with a excuse of needing to head home. Only to be stopped by the Mad Dog crew leader stepping into your path. Raphael easily blocking you into the alleyway with nothing more than just his domineering stature.

"Sorry little bud but,.... I don't think you can go back to that place...." Raph spoke softly. Carefully creeping forward. Three digit hands at his sides ready to snatch you up. Approaching in the same manner you would to try to catch a hare.

"Though don'tcha go worrin'! Yer-a gonna be livin' with yer real family now!" Raph quipped happily. Closing in faster than you would give a mutant his size credit for.

And like that the turtle had you.

So yeah I can see why in captivity the reader would choose this tactic. Though again personally— wouldn't be my default.

Obviously there is no way you can out run nor beat a six foot nothin' mutant ninja turtle. Literally bein' a smart cookie you just play the game.

The requester didn't specify if the reader is defeated or anything. So I'm just rollin' with the idea that the reader is being passive aggressive. Choosing to "sleep" all day and not bothering to dignify your mutated "elder brother's" questions/comments.

You rather ignore the snapping turtle's presence than give him the satisfaction of playing out his delusional game of house. You weren't his long lost relative. You nor your mother knew any man named Lou Jitsu. He was wrong. But, despite your retorts, the eldest refused. Somethin' about how DNA doesn't lie and Donnie told him so.

If you ever got to meet this Donnie you might kill him for the hell you've been wrung through.

For a minute this method works. You refused to perform. Rejecting the role the eldest Hamato sibling deemed you fit to play.

But, after a month Raph had enough.

He wasn't playing your game anymore.

At first the red clad leader just thought you were being grumpy. Being a little bratty about being told no about something so this was your tantrum. Your punishment for him.

You wouldn't talk, wouldn't acknowledge him even when he knew you were awake and not asleep. Only responding in shakes and nods of your head whenever prompted. May it be about preference of food or if you needed to use the restroom. You were just so difficult. Choosing to be an ungrateful child instead of the caring younger sibling he knows you could be.

Eventually his patience wore thin. He had tried to be the cool patient understanding older sibling that you could rely on and look up too. But you just wouldn't! You wouldn't even give him a moment of your time.

That's why he does what he does.

Fed up Raph would definitely decide to give you a taste of your own medicine.

For the next few weeks Raph ignores you. Fulfilling the bare minimum necessities for your survival before throwing a blanket over your cage. Like an owner tired of their squawking aviary friend.

You didn't think much of this but, after awhile the constant darkness and the lack of other sentient contact your unwavering will started to squirm.

Little over a week later you began to call out to the world past the blanket that kept you apart. You knew your voice wouldn't reach the other inhabitants of the lair— having already tried that in the beginning— but, you still tried to make contact. Even if it was your red clad capture who responded.

But there was no answered.

By week two you began trying to make conversation with Raph whenever he had shuttled you between his room and the facilities. But he wouldn't react. Not even sparing you a glance as he restrained your dominant arm uncomfortably behind your back as he ushered you along to and fro destinations.

By the end of the month you've finally become antsy. Rattling the metal structure of the canine confinement that Raph DIYed. Using your knees and back trying again to break out of the cage.

You couldn't keep doing this isolation business anymore. Angry hot tears slid down flustered red (skin tone) cheeks sloping over the frown that allowed your heaving chest to catch small breaths. Choking on frustrated sobs as you banged your back into the top of the cage. Hoping to make it break apart.

You just needed to be free. This was worse than any grounding or detention you had ever faced before. Twas torture.

Minutes passed and you had given up. Sweat mingling with tears as they dropped down your skin. Taking a pause on the jailbreak due to the shaky ache of your depleted strength. Two months sitting crunched up in the large dog kennel cause your unused muscles to deflate. Muscle atrophy taking its toll. Evident of the new development based on your newly acquired set of string bean arms and legs. If the current conditions you were kept in continued soon enough you wouldn't even have enough strength to walk, let alone even stand. You weren't interested in crawling everywhere to get around.

At this point when you finally give in and start calling for just Raph. Begging him to not leave you here. Those were the magic words to return the snapping turtle to your side.

Though his chest ached upon revealing your sniffling expression. Raph would be proud of himself for holding out and not ending the punishment. Despite the many times he was tempted to.

He needed you to learn he can throw a fit too.

Upon seeing your teary weakened state the red clad bandana wearing turtle would definitely be quick to pull you into his arms.

Big Brother/Mother Hen mode activated.

Cooing Raph swayed you both side to side. Rubbing circles into your back as you cried into the kidnapping snapping turtle's plastron. Your feeble body held up solely by the eldest Hamato's arm. If he chose to let go you would without a doubt tumble to the floor. Like a puppet snipped of it's strings.

" I'ma sorry ya' had to go through that but, ya' needed to learn that you can't just ignore someone without exceptin' the same results back... " Raph explained as he felt your blunt nails dig into the leaf green muscle of his biceps. Sobs racking your chest as he continued.

" Ya' needed to learn to treat da' people around you how ya' wanna be treated. "

With a small fanged smile the turtle observed your smaller trembling figure. At the newest teary-eyed addition to his family. Maybe soon if your lesson truly does stick maybe you could finally meet the rest of the fam.

Though Raph shouldn't assume. He would have to wait. Couldn't rush into this anymore than he already has. He just wanted to tell the rest of the gang already. But, he had to wait. Like his father says patience is a virtue. He will see the fruits of his efforts as long as he stays diligent at helping you with the transition.

Staring into bleary pools of (e/c) that rose to meet his pondering smoke colored gaze Raph was certain.

With just a little more tough love you'll become the perfect little sibling.

He just knew it.

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¶¶CREATOR'S NOTES¶¶

Thank you guys for reading this!

I will have that Future!Yan!Rise! Raph done eventually. It's just I want to make sure I like it and it feels appropriate for the eldest Hamato brother. So please bear with me!

Thank you again for the request it was interesting to write! I'm always open for requests so unless specifically stated otherwise. They shall be ooppeeennn!

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Idk if this is allowed but:

Opinions of a HC abt Scout being a stubborn Bastard when sick and will keep going until he faints/passes out?

Well, I guess you could say I liked this idea cause I kinda wrote a little thing.

Aggressive ringing came from Scout’s nightstand, was it morning already? Scout laid it bed, letting it ring for a while before mustering up the strength to shut it off. As an arm reached out from under the blanket, Scout shivered.

With his blanket still wrapped around him, he pounded on Soldier’s door next to his room. “Hey man, did you do something last night, it’s freezing up in here!” He shouted, why did that knock out his breath?

Soldier opened the door, still in his nightwear. “I did no such thing, Scout. I was, in fact, not here at all.”

Scout raised an eyebrow at him. “Then where wer- Never mind, I don’t even want to know.” He muttered as he stumbled back to his room, nearly falling over as he did so. Scout dropped the blanket, facing the mysterious chill. Maybe he just needed to freshen up.

Nope.

Not even the boiling hot shower got rid of the overall sense of grime Scout felt all over. He glanced at the clock, he really should be going out to the community kitchen for breakfast by this point.

He walked out of the hallway of rooms, still weak in the legs, and entered the loud kitchen. Immediately, the smell of coffee and whatever Engineer was cooking on the stovetop hit Scout.

“HURAG-”

The eight mercenaries in the kitchen stopped in their tracks and whipped around to see what made that noise. Scout snapped up straight as their eyes locked on him. “Hey… Fellas? Lovely weather we’re having,” He said with a fake chuckle after swallowing the gag he felt in the back of his throat.

Scout lowered his baseball hat in an attempt to avoid eye contact as he walked to his usual spot next to Sniper. Sniper gave him a concerned look as he drank his coffee, but kept to himself for the time being.

“Hey, kid, how are ya?” Engineer slapped Scout on the shoulder, “You want any of this? I made extra just in case.” He gestured to the skillet he was using.

Now, typically, Scout was never one to pass up on Engineer’s cooking. Heck, he wasn’t one to pass up on any sort of free food, but a home cooked meal from such a good cook? He’d have to be either crazy or sick to sick to say no.

Unfortunately, he was definitely either of those. “It looks great, Engie, really it does, but I- I just can’t right now…” Scout trailed off.

Sniper cocked an eyebrow at him. “You alright, mate? You look awful.”

“Hey!” Scout snapped back, “Like you got any right to insult me, Snipes.”

Engineer sighed. “I hate to say it, but Mick’s right, boy. You look a whole lot paler than usual and you’ve been shivering this whole time.”

“Well if someone didn’t turn up the air conditioning, maybe I wouldn’t be like this!” Scout said, desperate for an excuse.

Engineer went to the nearest thermostat. “Sorry, kid, it's around 75 degrees, it definitely ain’t cold. C’mere,” He said as he put the back of his hand to Scout’s forehead. “Woah Nelly! You’re burning up, kid. You need to take the day off, rest up.”

Scout slapped Engineer’s hand away from his face. “I don’t need to rest up, and I don’t need you going all mom mode on me, I’m like 27 for crying out loud. I ain’t taking the day off.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Sniper asked, “I’d take a break if I was you.” “Well, you ain’t me. Listen, if it gets any worse, I’ll just have Doc gimme a little of that magic crap from his healing doodad, alright?”

Medic swung around from his conversation with Heavy. “Ack, no can do! The medigun only works on injuries, not diseases.” He said, of course he was eavesdropping.

“Well fine then!” Scout said as he stood up far too fast, “I’ll just go on with my day like always, I’m fine!” He marched out of the kitchen to prepare for the day’s work.

A couple hours later, the whole team was ready for battle as soon as the doors opened. Scout’s head pounded as the metal room reverberated with shouts of the other mercs messing around before battle.

Slowly, the doors opened, alleviating the echo and giving Scout some much needed fresh air. However, fresh air could only do so much against illness.

He ran, just like he always did. Easy enough, right? Even with his calves feeling like jelly, his legs ready to give in beneath his weight. Blurs of structures and team mates flew past, made worse by his watery vision. Gosh, he just needed to shake whatever this was, he had a job to do.

Soon enough, he found a corner to catch his breath in. He knew the strategy the team had agreed on that time, he just needed to run in, start shooting when he got the signal from Engie, and then run off to where phase two started. Nothing too complicated.

“Just run to the point,

My head might explode.

Just run to the point,

Did I just trip on nothing?

Just run to the point,

It’s so cold out here.

Just run to the point,

I can barely brea-”

Everything went black.

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Spy snuck around the back of the battlefield, preparing his disguise. He opened his kit to grab a mask, but something caught his eye before he could put it on.

Scout was running to the point, as he should, but goodness was his form horrible. Yes, Spy was never one to compliment Scout, but at least he recognized that he was a decent runner. However, this was just awful. He was breathing out of his mouth like an inbred pug, swerving more than the one time Demo got a hold of the company van and his arms drooped at his sides. Spy even caught him tripping on nothing!

Something wasn’t right.

Spy peered around the corner, curious about what would happen. Scout took a few steps into the clearing, right in front of BLU team and collapsed. He would get back up, right? He was just being stupid, clumsy Scout again.

Spy waited a second for him to pop back up, but he never did. In a flash, he remembered the conversation Scout had with Sniper and Engineer that morning. Maybe he truly was unconscious. Without thinking, Spy ran out to where Scout was, sprawled across the dirt path.

“Get back! Get back, you cowards!” Spy snarled as he rushed out into the open, aiming his revolver at the line of enemy mercs. All of the mercenaries on the field stopped what they were doing, Spy was never in the middle of the battlefield, much less to help Scout.

Spy took a few deep breaths before grabbing Scout and slinging him over his shoulder, revolver still outstretched. He backed up against a wall and made his way back to base. Once there, he placed Scout down on a spare cot and gave him the first blanket he saw.

He reapproached his team, now reconvening to go over plan B. “Gentlemen, we never speak of this again, agreed?”

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※ RESIDENT EVIL: WELCOME TO RACCOON CITY ( 2021 )

lines through the movie because - hello - i adore just how well done it was. feel free to adjust pronouns/phrasing if needed. May include nsfw material.

“s/he's here again. s/he was watching me.” “try and get back to sleep before (name) finds you in my bed.” “what are you doing out of bed, little girl/boy?” “s/he sleepwalks sometimes since our parents died.” “you're a good boy/girl for taking such care of your sister/brother/sibling.” “that must have been quite some dream.” “i almost shit my goddamn pants.” “if i knew you were gonna be screaming in your sleep, i would've left you at the side of the road.” “you know, one might have nightmares heading back into that shithole town.” “hey, why don't you just take a seat and leave the poor kid alone, huh, (name)?” “ten bucks says you can't shoot that off from here.” “twenty says i can knock the bottle without even looking.” “you snooze, you lose- it's (sender's name)'s sandwich now.” “i heard that you shot your partner in the ass during training.” “heard that your daddy, some big shot on the force, had to bail you out.” “what's the 'S' stand for? stupid?” “sooner they shut this whole town down, the better, as far as i'm concerned.” “we're nice people once you get to know us.” “s/he's only got eyes for the big fella, and I don't fancy your chances against him.” “you really shoot your own partner?” “still pining after (name), i see.” “never gonna happen, bro.” “i see you wax your chest now.” “after you ran away, (name) was the closest thing i had to family.” they raised me, put me through school, the academy-- they were there for me.” “where were you? i haven't even heard from you in five years.” “they've been trying to contain that shit, but the genie is out of the bottle now, and i don't think it's going back in.” “what kind of person can pick a lock like that?” “it's kind of impressive, but also, what the fuck?” “i'd never let anything hurt you.” “lock-pick the door behind you when you leave-- and don't touch the bike!” “what would the worst way to die be? to be swallowed whole by a snake or eaten alive by a great white shark?” “you're a freak, (name).” “i plan on dying peacefully in bed, snuggled in (name)'s big burly arms. “you said 'everyone into the briefing room,' so- here i am.” “i didn't mean you, you moron. not you, (name), everyone else. “what if someone wanders in and there's no-one behind the front desk? an old lady's looking for her cat or something.” “i'm sorry, (name), is that important? a new girlfriend?” “maybe you could take her out to eat at Planet Hollywood.” “they have a new one in Gatlin- oh, they got a great salad. little wine.” “maybe just take her back to your apartment, rent a movie at Blockbuster, get cozy on the couch, or put on some Journey.” “Steve Perry's voice, what it does to a woman's heart, huh? am i right?” “sounds like i might be getting laid.” “leaving, that's what they want. so they can destroy my life's work.” “it's okay, little girl/boy, because we've found you a new family.” “don't worry about your brother/sister, s/he'll be coming along as well, in due course.” “we would never separate the two of you.” “who are you gonna call? you're the police.” “i'm no medical expert, but i think that guy might just be beyond saving.” “congratulations, rookie, on the promotion.” “i'm sure your father would be incredibly proud that his pathetic specimen of a child is rising so quickly through the ranks.” “someone should confiscate that.” “the faster we find them, the faster we can get the fuck out of here.” “so you're (name)'s little sister/brother, huh? i didn't think the two of you spoke.” “my parents died in a car accident when i was eight.” “my brother and i grew up in an orphanage here.” “i ran away a long time ago.” “i had to learn to handle myself quickly.” “you're probably wondering what a guy like me is doing as a cop, right?” “oh yeah, no, he's fucking fine, yeah. who doesn't cough up a little blood on the floor when they're feeling sick? just a little cold.” “of course he's not fucking okay, man, look at him.” “you're no einstein, are you, buddy?” “get your shit together, or you're not gonna make it through the night.” “i just really want to get out of this town.” “i don't know who they are. i don't know, and i don't care.” “they're just some people with a vested interest in getting hold of whatever dirty secrets Umbrella are keeping down there and exposing them.” “come on, (name). don't look at me like that. it's just money, alright? and they have plenty of it.” “it was just a way of getting out of this . . . small town, dead-end life.” “you were just gonna leave us?” “we have to find (name 1) and (name 2) and tell them (name 3) is dead.” “come on, these are your friends!” “they bought you off, didn't they? they paid you to keep quiet about all the shit they were doing in here.” “now they've left you to rot in the gutter like the rest of us.” “don't be so damn naïve.” “you got some weird friends.” “(name 1) betrayed us, (name 2). s/he was gonna leave us here to die.” “we have to follow him/her, 'cause i think it's our only way out of here.” “this is my life's work. i'm not giving it to anybody.” “i'm not really offering you a choice here, pal.” “you didn't have to make it like this.” “what the hell is wrong with you?” “this is so fucked.” “jesus, (name), you and that fucking gun.” “i wouldn't have pulled the trigger, kid.” “did you really believe you could be part of my family?” “oh, such a sweet little soldier. such a loyal drone.” “how could you be so dumb when your sister/brother's so smart?” “i almost feel sad having to kill you. almost.” “i should have taken you and your sister/brother down to the lab. you would have made excellent specimens.” [ to an attacker ] “get. the fuck. away. from my brother/sister.” “this is really nice, but i think i broke some ribs.” “we got to get the fuck out of here, Umbrella is gonna level this place.” “trust me, i'm as surprised as you are, buddy.” “i should've listened to you a long time ago.” “i may have scratched the paint on your bike.” [ to a monster ] “hey! you ugly fuck!” “a rocket launcher? Found it in first class.” “i don't understand, i thought i was dead.” “what happened to my eyes? i can't see.” “it's a side effect, one of the things we had to do to bring you back. there will be others.”

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Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor

Warnings: violence, guns,

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Chapter Eight

Life had been kind to Brianne from the moment she impulsively decided to save Chibs, Tig, and Bobby. It was the best decision of her life, now that she looked back, whether or not it was impulsive. Now, five months into her relationship with Chibs, she had been ecstatic. She was riding with the boys, getting more important assignments as the months drew closer and closer to the one-year mark. She had formed good friendships with everyone around, except for Wendy. Speaking off, Jax and Wendy decided to end things, but then Wendy came forward and announced that she was pregnant. However, Jax still things it's not gonna work out between them so he allowed her to stay at their previously shared house and he was spending his nights at the Clubhouse.

Brianne and Chibs' relationship, however, had been smooth sailing. They had taken it slow for the first month, but then something between them shifted and suddenly they were spending nights at each others' places, even for a few nights in a row. Chibs almost had all his stuff at Brianne's apartment at this point. She didn't complain, she loved having him there as much as possible. To fall asleep while he was holding her, then waking up in his arms – it was a dream come true.

They had become the hot topic when it came to teasing, though. And their number one bully? Tig freaking Trager. He was not letting go of the fact that he slept with Brianne before she and Chibs got together and now he's using any chance he could get to mess with the Scotsman. For that one time Brianne was touching up her bike, trying to fix a minor issue. Chibs was by her side, guiding her through the process, explaining which part of the machinery did what and what she needed to look out for. Neither of them noticed Tig and Juice entering. „What are you now, some motorcycle expert or something?" Tig had said jokingly, looking at Brianne.

„She's got some serious skills for this. Quick learner." Chibs shot him a wary smile, hoping that was the end of it. Brianne smiled at the compliment, looking over her handy work.

Tig snickered and Brianne knew right away that he was about to shoot one of his lame jokes. „She's got other skills you're enjoying too, right?" She looked at Tig just in time to see him wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at Chibs and Juice laughing beside him. She rolled her eyes playfully, although she was used to his teasing by now.

„Just let me work on my bike in peace, bastard." She had said, feeling Chibs' supporting hand patting her shoulder.

Being a Prospect for these idiots wasn't easy. Half-Sack got the short end of the stick when it comes to that though. Sometimes she felt sorry for the fella, but there was nothing she could do about it. If she tried to defend him, they would turn their attention to her and start their usual teasing. All in good fun, of course.

Peace doesn't last long though. She wasn't aware of it, but Brianne's past was slowly catching up to her during those few blissfull months, and soon it would finally catch her. That day was scheduled for one of their meetings with Laroy, they have all been gathered at the Clubhouse for a breakfast that Gemma had prepared. They had to collect guns and then transport them straight to Laroy today. Brianne loved it when it was just them, no croweaters, no other charters (although she had nothing against any other charter at this point, they all had to accept her as a Prospect and they did, Clay made sure of that), but it was something special when it was just them. Until it all came crashing down. Gemma had just cleared the table, with the help of the Prospects, when some unfamiliar men burst through the room.

They all had them at gun point and there was no time for any of them to pull out their guns. So they were at the mercy of these people. Brianne's breath stopped midway when she noticed their uniforms. The very familiar logo that she grew up with. Then their leader entered. She felt as if the floor opened, sucking her into the dark hole. They found her. It was all over. The Shadow Hand had arrived. As Declan O'Rourke stood in front of her, smirking, she knew there was no getting out of this alive.

„What a lovely little situation we've got ourselves in here," Declan was looking around the Clubhouse until his eyes landed on Brianne. „Isn't that right Bri?" The Sons looked at each other in confusion. Just who was this guy and how did he know Brianne? „You've got yourself quite a life here in Charming. Shame that it must come to an end."

Brianne clenched her fists, this was not the time to go all soft. She had to protect her club. „I'm afraid yer wrong," She spoke sternly. Chibs watched her focused glare, she seemed different. Like a switch was turned on and she was a different person than she was a few minutes ago. „Ye've got no business here, leave or I'll make ye leave."

Declan laughed suddenly, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. „You were our best operative, Brianne. You know too much, and you've become a liability. You can't just walk away." The truth hurts. She did know too much, but she hadn't been a threat in over four years, why would she risk everything she acquired here, just to spite the organization?

She wasn't that stupid, even they had to know it. „I left that life behind," She spoke. „I won't go back."

Declan chuckled darkly. „Oh, sweetheart, there's no escape from the Shadow Hand. You know that better than anyone." When she didn't budge, he looked around, nodding at his men. Suddenly all the guns were pressed on the back of Sons' heads, even Gemma wasn't spared from that fate. Brianne's demeanor wavered slightly at the sight of her family being put in that position. She whipped out her gun and aimed it at Declan's head. He, in turn, aimed his at Chibs. „Tell you what, you come with us peacefully and I don't blow a hole into his head. Would be a shame if your handsome Scotty died right here, wouldn't it?" Declan watched as Brianne was struggling with her options. He spoke again. „Or you could kill me, but then my men would kill every one of them," He was motioning around at all the faces she grew to love. „You can't save them all in time-„

„Alright!" Brianne shouted, easing the grip on her gun and slowly putting it down. „I'll go with you. Just don't hurt anyone." Declan jerked his head in her direction silently, putting down his gun. The two men, who had their guns aimed at Gemma and Tig, instantly grabbed her by her arms and began pushing her out the door. She didn't have any courage to look at her friends, especially not Chibs. She had messed up by letting herself settle down in the small town of Charming and almost had people she cared about killed. Now she had to pay for her mistakes. But at least they will all survive, she told herself. Her heart sank as the men led her through the Clubhouse door and towards the two vans waiting for her. She couldn't believe she had let her guard down after almost five years of freedom, and put the people she cared about in danger – and the man she loved with all her heart. She turned her head towards the Clubhouse one more time and locked eyes with Chibs. As soon as her eyes met hers, he tried to reach her, but Tig and Juice held him back.

„Let her go, ye bastards!" He shouted. Her heart broke at the anger and desperation in his voice. At that point, the Shadow Hand's men were already loading into the vans one by one and the Sons were standing outside of their Clubhouse, still as confused as ever.

„Don't try to follow us," Declan warned. „Or I really will blow a hole in Telford's head." He turned to Brianne, forcefully pushing her into the van. „Daddy dearest can't wait to see you, Brianne. Let's go."

The Sons gathered back in the Clubhouse, their assignment of the day, long forgotten. Chibs paced back and forth, having been already stopped from following after them. Jax had sent Half-Sack to discretely follow the vans and let them know of their whereabouts every few hours if they stray too far. But Chibs wanted to charge right away, not even caring for his safety. Clay looked deep in though, remembering when she told them that the less they knew about her past the better. Maybe if she had told them, they could have foreseen all of this and prevented it. But on the other hand, he did understand why she hid this from them.

Suddenly Gemma approached him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. „We couldn't have predicted this, Clay," she said softly, knowing the turmoil he was going through. „We didn't know what we were up against." Gemma always knew what to say when someone was going through shit, and she had always been Clay's person to lean on when he needed it the most. So he appreciated having her by his side at this moment as well.

„I just wish she had trusted us enough to share more about what she was running from," He sighed. „Maybe we could have protected her from this."

Gemma understood what he meant by that, she wished Brianne had told them about her life before the Club, but the girl must have had a good reason not to. „Sometimes people keep their past hidden to protect themselves and those they care about," she said. „She was trying to start fresh with us, away from whatever she left behind."

Chibs hadn't meant to listen to their conversation, but he had caught Gemma's words. He had calmed down and cleared his head after realizing that charging in now would do neither of them any good. He was a stable person whenever they faced trouble and he shouldn't change that now either. Not when Brianne needed him the most. He faced Clay and Gemma, nodding. „Aye, she wanted a new life, a clean slate," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. „We can't blame her for that."

Clay nodded, sighing once again and standing up. „Church, now." He began walking towards the Chapel when he turned to Tig. „And get Happy and the Tacoma boys here, now." Tig just nodded, getting to making the phone call right away. The rest of the Sons took their seats in the Chapel and after Tig was done he entered as well, closing the door shut. The tension in the Chapel was palpable and could be cut with a knife, but they were used to situations similar to these and knew how to deal with the pressure. „Juice, what do we know?"

Juice had been tasked with finding out anything he could find about the supposed 'Shadow Hand', questioning any of his contacts he could ask and even going as far as doing a simple internet search. He looked up from his laptop at his brothers. He cleared his throat. „So far, I've managed to dig up some information on the Shadow Hand," He began. „They're a highly secretive and dangerous organization with ties to international crime networks. They've been involved in everything from drug trafficking to arms dealing, and they're known for their ruthless tactics."

„So what do they want from Bri?" Jax leaned in, focusing on Juice.

„I couldn't find anything on Bri. If she was a part of the organization, they must have wiped everything they had on her," Juice shook his head. „I'm guessing they see her as a liability?" He froze for a moment. „Hold up," With a few more taps on the keyboard, his eyes widened. „Holy shit."

„What? What you got?" Tig questioned.

Juice turned his laptop screen to his brothers. „This is Michael O'Connor."

The Sons leaned in to look at the image displayed on Juice's laptop screen. It was a photograph of a man in his late forties, with a hardened and dangerous look in his eyes. "Who's Michael O'Connor?" Jax asked, furrowing his brow.

„Brianne's father." Chibs suddenly chimed in. He stared at the man who looked as ruthless as any of the IRA Kings he used to know. Juice's nod only confirmed his suspicion. Chibs had asked Brianne about her family but the only person she ever talked about was her mother. Beautiful woman, according to Bri. She never mentioned anything about her father, not even his name. Chibs could only conclude that he must not be winning any 'Father of the Year' awards. „We should focus on the leader. Declan, wasn't it?"

Juice shook his head. „He's not the leader," He returned to his laptop screen one more time and typed something before showing it to his brothers once again. „Victor Blackthorn." Chibs' eyes narrowed at the image of the said man on Juice's laptop screen. There was a strange glint in the man's eyes, he could see it, even on an image. That was a man not to be messed with, Chibs could tell that much. Just how did Brianne escape from these people in the first place?

„So what's the plan?" Tig asked. „We can't just sit here and do nothing." It had taken a lot of strength for the Sergeant at Arms not to shoot every single man that broke into their home and took their Prospect from them. He was eager to break some bones once they track down the fuckers, that's for sure.

Clay cleared his throat. „We need to gather more intel before we do anything. We meet Laroy as planned, and see if he heard of this Shadow Hand. Juice, keep digging, see if you can find any weakness in the Shadow Hand's operations," Juice nodded, muttering how hard it would be since they seem to have any internet info on lockdown. „Bobby, reach out to your contacts and see if anyone knows anything about this Blackthorn guy," Bobby got up right away, exiting the Chapel and already calling everyone he assumed could help. „And Chibs," The Scotsman's head snapped in his President's direction. „You need to keep a level head. We can't afford to lose you too."

Chibs nodded, agreeing with his Prez. Clay was surely right, Brianne needed him and he had to be stable for her sake. „I hear ye, Clay," He responded. He did his best to keep his voice steady despite the hurricane of emotions raging inside his heart.

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Brianne was pulled out of the van by Declan, who wore a satisfied smirk on his face. The drive wasn't long and she was sure they took her just outside of Lodi somewhere, which meant there was still hope for the Sons to catch up before they took her to Chicago. She was taken to a hotel they stopped by and with no doubt, Brianne was sure her father awaited her there. When the two of them entered, she wasn't surprised to notice how desolate the hotel looked and she concluded that the Shadow Hand had bought the entire hotel just for this reunion today. It wouldn't be the first time they took drastic measures such as that.

Declan led her down a corridor and in front of a double-sided door. She knew her father awaited on the other side, but when the door opened she wasn't expecting to see Victor Blackthorn as well – the cunning leader. Both men stared at her with ruthless eyes. Michael briefly dismissed Declan, who closed the door shut. Once she was alone with her father and Victor, her heart began pounding in her chest. She wasn't afraid, not until now at least. If Victor was here, it would be serious.

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Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Twelve.

Since I'm going to be working all weekend (BOOOO!) I'm updating now, besties! Enjoy! :)

Previous Chapters - One Two, Part One Part Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Edie's POV

"Come here, big fella. You've got guacamole in your beard!" I tell Ahmed, leaning across the table and wiping the spot of green with a napkin, while we're sitting in the gorgeous late afternoon sunshine on Tuesday getting drunk. Technically, we should be at work today, but we've got a slight problem with a family of racoons who moved into one of the air conditioning vents, and half of the CD chambers have to be taken apart to get the little furry fellas out again. Aileen and I had to be forcibly removed from the building yesterday, being all womanly like and gushy as Max put it, because we wanted to see the racoon babies. They should be done tonight, meaning we can go back in tomorrow.

"Appreciated, dude. I was saving it for later, but oh well," he jokes as we sit and demolish a huge plate of nachos.

"So, how was your night after I left on Saturday, since I completely forgot to ask you yesterday," I inquire, taking a sip of my drink.

"It was really great, yeah. Shame you left early really. I erm, I met a girl. One I plan on seeing again too.” Oh? He's very, very fussy with women, my boy here. Hence my surprise that he's finally found one it appears he'd like to begin dating.

"Oh really? Do tell, buddy," I ask, swiping the last jalapeno covered nacho and shovelling it into my mouth. I adore spicy food. Anything that makes my tongue tingle and I'll eat it. I remember when Ahmed's mom came to visit him and she cooked a spicy potato tagine with olives when I came for dinner one night. I was in heaven. Damn, Mrs Khamir can cook!

"Her name is Brooke, she's twenty-three and works on the reception of that new gym that's opened up just outside of Vegas, we're into all the same kinda stuff and she loves all of my scars with the kind of interest I've never really seen in a woman before. Oh, and if the way she kisses is anything to go by, well, I've got a damn good time coming to me, if you'll pardon the pun," he grins, making me laugh. He hasn't always had the best of luck with women, because he is quite formidable in appearance, his very good looks often get overshadowed by the six-inch scar to his face, the eye patch and all of the other many scars also littering his gorgeous body as well. But if you like your men to look like a barbarian warrior, Ahmed is the guy for you.

"I'm really happy for you!" I begin excitedly, reaching out and rubbing his arm enthusiastically. "It's about time you met someone nice."

"It is, I'll agree with you there. What did you do after you left us, just go home and go to bed?” It is here that I decide to let on a little piece of information that I've been keeping from my friends.

"That was my original intention, but it got side tracked by the fact I had a visitor, or rather someone who was gentlemanly enough to walk me to a cab, so I invited him home. I didn't want to say at first because I wasn't sure, and also, I know your reaction to it might be a little, well, erm..." I begin, trying to find the words.

"Edie, you know when you say either too much too little? Now is a time you're saying too much, just spit it out!" he interrupts me with.

"The vampire, he's the one who came home with me. He came to see me last week, and on Saturday I just so happened to be walking past a bar he was in and he zoomed right out and told me he didn't want me walking unaccompanied past vampire bars the way I was dressed, because vampires like taking humans for themselves unless they belong to another vamp," I explain, watching his face twist into many expressions of disbelief as I talk.

"For real? Edie, how can you trust him, really? I mean, I know you told me about what happened in the chamber, when he made you confess to the secret you've kept about your mom's suicide note and he comforted you and all that, but Jesus fucking Christ, girl! You've a damn short memory to how he was behaving before!" he announces with concern. And so, I sit and explain it all for him, the way Angel has proven himself to be trustworthy to me, how he actually truly does seek friendship with me and how I feel perfectly at ease around him now.

"Okay, after hearing all that I feel a little better about the situation, and you know I'll never dictate to you who you should and shouldn't hang around with. One thing though, Edie. Are you definitely sure he just wants to be friends and he isn't trying to get between your legs, and that this is the whole reason he's being nice to you?" he then asks.

"No, no he definitely isn't. He's confessed that he'd like to, but he respects my wishes when I say I'm not interested in vampires. Also, there's a specific reason he isn't interested, and it's the same for all human women. I can't tell you that though, because that's his business and he made me promise I wouldn't.” He nods after a few moments of silent contemplation, looking satisfied.

"Alright, I can live with it. But I'd pack earplugs when you decide to mention this friendship to people like Vic and Aileen, who both look at you like you're their daughter," he warns, making a cord of memory strike within me. That's exactly what Angel said about Aileen, that he thought she viewed me as one of her own.

"I'll bear that in mind." I feel the urge to discuss something else with my large friend here, I have to say, but think better on it, biting my tongue and filing it away into the realms of girl talk which I'll have tomorrow lunchtime when I meet up with Sasha and Miley. Ahmed isn't good with all that kind of stuff; he's a guy, after all.

For the rest of the afternoon and evening, we keep on drinking, getting so wasted that we have to get a cab home, and then once I've slid out, I practically have to crawl up the drive. I stumble to the kitchen upon entrance, force myself to drink half a litre of water and then go straight to bed. Because of the water, I wake up feeling much less hungover than usual. Sometimes I just can't be bothered, my bed calls out to my drunken self much too loudly.

After taking some painkillers, I keep on drinking water and eating fruit to try and cleanse myself of the slightly icky feeling I have, and then go and take a long bath. It's while I'm lying there reading a poetry book recommended to me by Miley, comprising of works by Edgar Allen Poe (and finding a lot of it hard to understand, actually) that my mind wanders to what I want to talk to her and Sasha about later at lunch, or rather who. Yes, you guessed right. The gorgeous Latino vampire who I can’t seem to shake from my mind.

I was so surprised to see him at my door on Sunday, and to be honest with you, the first thing I thought, well, I shouldn't have thought it. Something automatic went off in my head and I instantly thought to myself that he must really like me, turning up like that just a day after I saw him, and then remembered that of course, I'm not dating him. This isn’t what it is.

I really don't know what's come over me, why I'm starting to see him in a much different light. Vampires have never been attractive to me because of the simple fact that they're dead, but he is, and in a way that goes beyond me just noticing that attractiveness now. Now I'm beginning to think about what it would be like to act upon it, even though I know I can't. The tricky thing here is the fact that he's told me he's attracted to me in much the same way as well, and he alludes to it a lot, too. He's very flirtatious with me.

But we can't.

I don't want to die.

How dramatic did that just sound? It's true, though. Perfectly true. Or maybe I'm only thinking this because I can't have him? Because of that exact reason of him being off limits indefinitely. When we're told we can't have something, human nature often dictates that we'll only crave it further. All this and more I voice to my girlfriends over lunch a couple of hours later, and they have some insightful thoughts.

"Well, something told me to expect as much, that he'd get in touch with you again," Sasha begins, while spearing more salad leaves with her fork. "Everything else you followed with though, well I agree with what you're thinking. You can't have him, for whatever the reason is, and that makes you want him even more. He's got that forbidden fruit thing going for him. I wish you could tell us why, but I respect that you're being a good friend to him, because I've never known you to be anything less, and keeping a secret he's trusted you with shows that," she then finishes, taking another mouthful of the spinach and rocket leaves from her plate. Of course, I didn't reveal to either her or Miley the reason why I can't be interested in him, the secret he entrusted to me.

"I think it'll get lesser the longer you know him, the attraction and sexual urges, you'll both just get used to each other more and it'll sink in that you can't go there. I mean look at you and Ahmed, you obviously find him attractive and you've actually had sex with him, and you two don't have anything like that lingering any longer. It's all just friendship," Miley then offers to the conversation. She then drifts off a little dreamily, looking up at the ceiling. “There’s a spider up there. Do you think she thinks we’re in her house, or she’s a visitor in ours?”

Sasha smiles lovingly, stroking her arm. “Who can say?”

“Hmm.” Miley nods, turning back to me.

"It's a little different with Ahmed, sweetie. I'd known him a few years before we had sex, it was a onetime thing and not anything either of us planned on repeating, and I just don't feel the same pull to him as I do with Angel. It goes beyond just the physical attraction. I just, well... I feel really happy when he's around. I enjoy his company. I just hope those little feelings don't get in the way of us being friends. That is essentially what I'm worried about," I voice, both her and Sasha nodding in understanding.

"Well, you know it'll never be, don't you? That's what you have to keep telling yourself. Miley was right with what she just said, that it'll probably calm down a little the longer you know him. I wouldn't worry too much, once it’s sunk in that you definitely can't have him no matter how much you want him, you'll just see him like any other friend and you'll be fine," Sasha assures me, while I go back to eating the rest of my by now cold fries, wondering if things will truly work out that way.

"Yeah, yeah you're right. I'm twenty-eight years old now, and if I can't handle being adult like and being friends with someone who I want to have sex with but can't, then when the hell am I going to start? It's cool, I'll get over it." I say with a dismissive wave of my hand.

Our conversation moves on to us all deciding upon places to go and shop for outfits for our usual night out this Saturday, heading to our favourite location of Hell's Gate once more. While browsing the stores, I manage to find myself a new skirt to wear with the little black leather corset I won on eBay for a steal recently (twenty-six dollars!) in record time, leaving me to keep my eyes peeled for my friends since their decision making wasn't as swift as mine. It's while my eyes are roaming around the women's section of the department store we're currently in that I see something that catches my eye, but for my own reasons.

"Oh, oh hello perfect tattoo design for my cover up." I say to myself as I reach up to the peg that I see a t shirt with a very interesting design on the front of, taking it down for a closer look. Even though my original tattoo has colour in it (but very, very washed out in tone) I want the cover up to be black and grey. I hope that this is big enough to be able to do that. The print on the t shirt itself is of a few stems of lilies all wrapped around each other and spraying out in a cluster towards the top, with trails of ivy and little stars surrounding it.

Taking my cell from my bag, I hang the t shirt on a lower peg, take the picture and then return it to its proper peg before typing out some accompanying text to go with the picture. 'I just saw this; I'd really like it or something close to it as my cover up. Can you work with this, or do I need to buy the t shirt and bring it to the shop?' I type before sending the message to Angel's cell, ready for him to see when he wakes up at sundown.

When I do receive a reply from him much later that evening, when I'm taking my break at work, I read the message he sent me roughly an hour ago and see that Saturday isn't going to go how we've planned it. 'Hi Edie, sorry it's a no go for Saturday, I'm afraid. If you can make Sunday though, I can do it then? We're having the front counter refitted, and the only time the guy can come and do it this Saturday night, so we've had to move all our appointments to Sunday and open up then instead. No worries if you can't, just let me know ASAP. No problem with the photo you've sent me either, I'll start drawing something up for you tonight. How’s 10pm for you?' the message reads.

‘Yep, that’s fine. See you then.’ Sending my reply, I can hardly wait. A new tattoo and getting to see Angel. What’s not to like? Okay, so I’m mostly looking forward to seeing him again, above all.

I know, I know. I’m ridiculous. I need to extinguish this flame I have within myself for the vampire who is off limits. I really do. Easier said than done, though.

Angel's POV

"Oh my word, that's absolutely beautiful," Ursula tells me as I sit at my desk in my room, drawing the design Edie sent me a picture of earlier today.

"It's just a starting sketch to see how she likes it. I'll need to alter it a little to go with the contours of her body, so I’ll have to adjust once I've measured this to fit her back and such like, and then form the proper line drawing. Unless she trusts me to free hand it," I reply while my creator pulls up a chair next to me and takes a closer look.

"She must be a special client, for you to be prepared to work on a design for her in your spare time," she observes, twirling a golden lock of hair around her finger as she watches me add shading to the sketch.

"She is. It's for Edie," I confirm, and then swiftly wipe the big smile off my face that speaking her name often prompts.

"You're becoming quite fond of this new friend of yours, aren't you, my boy? But yet I sense some unsettlement coming from you. Do you wish to discuss your thoughts? Are you struggling with feeling attracted to her, like you thought you would?" Oh yes, nothing much gets past Ursula.

"Yeah, I do actually," I begin, putting down my pencil and turning to face her. "I'm becoming attracted to her, but more than just sexually, like we spoke of before. Don't get me wrong, the sexual side of it is prevailing most right now, the urges I have for her in that respect burn brightly, but I have noticed little things that I don't want to. Namely, it’s the fact there's something about her I can't quite put my finger on, something that draws me in closer to her. I don't want to notice it, because in my one hundred and thirty-six years on this planet, there has only ever been one other woman I've felt that with, that unfathomable thing about her that interests me."

"Luisa?" Ursula asks.

"Precisely," I huff.

"Oh dear, please don't tell me you're considering acting upon this? You told me Edie is not attracted to us vampires either, so wouldn't this be massively disrespectful to her wishes if you did try to pursue her sexually? Actually, we need to take that out of the equation. You can't do this, Angel. Full stop," she states, telling me what I already know, and what I am beginning to loathe.

"Of course, I'm not. She doesn't deserve to end up dead, even if she did change her mind about being attracted to me. I just don't want it hanging over me, I want to try and enjoy being her friend, and although I am, I have the way I felt when I first met Luisa hanging over me so much that it clouds that enjoyment and frustrates me. It's something I don't imagine will get better or more manageable either," I lament, watching Ursula frowning with concern.

"It is something you must steel yourself to, my child. Give it some time as well, these feelings are likely to settle the more you get to know her, or perhaps go the other way and you find these feelings begin to deepen. If that happens though, you'll only be frustrated further. It is perfectly within your capabilities, to be staunch with yourself and continually remind yourself too that she is unquestionably off limits. Anyway, I just thought I'd come up and check on you before going to visit Sissy, enjoy the rest of your evening." Kissing my forehead, she leaves me to it, departing in a blink. Sissy is a vampire friend of ours, and every time Ursula mentions her, I get the biggest dick twitch ever. Sissy is one hell of an incredible fuck.

Maybe I should have offered to go with her, but then again it would ruin Ursula's evening with her friend. Sissy and I only have to look at each other and we're halfway to sex. Getting on top of someone would take my mind off Edie, though, and just when I think of calling Natasha to make that happen, I have another visitor in the form of a naked EZ.

"Fucking faucet is jammed, I'm using your shower," he announces as he walks through to my bathroom, leaving the door ajar. We vampires aren't quite as precious over certain things as you humans. Nudity is one of them. Then again, my brother was exactly the same when he was a human, he's very comfortable strolling around naked. "That's a good drawing you're working on, by the way. I thought you said to me you hated doing flower tattoos?" he then adds as I hear the shower being switched on.

"I never said I hated them; I said I hated the regularity I was sticking the same flash sheet design upon the women coming in for them. I actually like doing the more intricate and feminine looking tattoos, they're more of a challenge," I reply, suddenly having an idea on how to make this design I'm working on a lot more detailed, beginning to sketch out that idea. Instead of regular stems, I'm going to shape them into filigree patterns to make it look prettier. A girl as pretty as Edie deserves a pretty tattoo, and not that mess Helena 'I can't draw to save my damn life' Smith etched upon her while she was still in business.

"You're spending your own time doing a drawing for a client? Wow," EZ observes from the shower. I never usually let work encroach my private life, so hence the surprise from both him and Ursula.

"No, for a friend," I tell him.

"The girl who beat the shit out of you?" he laughs.

"You know her name," I chide, laughing a little in reply.

"Edie. Is it for Edie?" I've told him all about her, of course. He told me it was admirable, for me to seek friendship with a human, and even went as far to say he thinks he's noticed a difference in me since I have. 'You seem a little calmer since you've been visiting her, so that tells me she must be doing you some good, since your visits have only been a recent thing. Just don't mess it all up and stick your dick in her' is the advice he gave me.

"It is, I'm doing it for her this Sunday," I reply.

"And you're tattooing her when?" EZ then asks in joke, making me laugh more loudly.

"Shut the fuck up!" I exclaim.

"Never!" Exiting the shower wrapped in a towel, he takes a seat next to me, rubbing his hair with a smaller towel, looking closer at the design with a nod.

"Speaking of humans, Eric wants to go to Hell's Gate this Saturday on a human hunt, and he's roped me into it too. Fancy joining us? There'll be a few of us there, I think," I ask him, deciding to see if I can get him interested in it, a rare evening out with me on a Saturday since I'm usually working. He agrees, and with that our conversation moves on swiftly. What is swiftest though is the passing of time between now and Saturday, with me entering Hell's Gate at 1am with a group of other vampires in what feels like a blink of an eye between then and Tuesday, when I asked EZ to join us.

“Oh, man. Check that girl out at the bar. Wow,” Sal speaks, nudging my arm. I’m just about to speak of her good looks, when she promptly turns around and throws up all over the floor. As a human, that’s bad enough to smell, but imagine that when your senses are a thousand times sharper.

"And with that, I’m outta here,” I exclaim. God damnit, that’s gross.

"I think I'll join you, actually.” We both get up and seek out EZ, who said he was going for a walk around. The club is absolutely massive, on three floors with two rooms per floor, one of which we walk through without seeing much of interest until we head over to the room where they play the dance music, and we see a completely different breed of women, those who aren’t throwing back so much alcohol, they puke.

Right now, we’re viewing the kind who like to dance all night long, in teeny tiny outfits. They're certainly very pleasing on both our sets of eyes as we stand on the top balcony and look down at the dance floor itself, Sal moving at speed over to a tall blonde who is all tiny waist, big hips and huge green eyes after picking up on her admiring look. He's currently kissing her hand, and she's giggling shyly.

Turning back to the floor below, it's as I'm watching the many writhing bodies down there that I suddenly spy one I recognise, her violet hair all curled in loose ringlets and tumbling down to just past her shoulders, wearing a little grey and black plaid skirt that barely covers her ass, finishing it off with knee high boots and a black leather corset. Edie, you just took the breath I do not even need to breathe away from me with how you look tonight. Stunning doesn't even begin to cut it. What a body. God, she’s fucking stunning. And I’m stuck being just friends with her. Fucking hell!

"What's caught you eye?" EZ asks at my side, trying to follow my line of vision.

"See that girl in the plaid and leather? That's Edie," I point, watching his eyebrows rise significantly.

"Now I see what all the fuss is about. She's certainly very sexy. Must be hard, knowing you can't go there," he replies, amusedly.

"I'm managing with it, and I will have to continue to do so as well.” I have no other choice, do I?

"Well, I couldn't do it, keep my hands to myself around her if I were you. I mean just look at her, look at those legs. Imagine feeling those legs tightening around you in the throes of ecstasy. I think I want to know what that feels like," EZ taunts me with, looking at Edie with the look he gives women five seconds before he advances on them.

I glare immediately. "If you do, I won't speak to you for centuries. Besides, she's not into our kind, as I told you.” He simply returns a look of pure apathy.

"She would be if I took her home, but the way you're looking at me, well, while the centuries of silence do sound appealing, I won't. You're annoying when you're pissed off." He then heads over to where Sal is sitting with the blonde and a group of her equally attractive female friends, his attentions now turned away from Edie. She still hasn't seen me, but enough other vampires have seen her, since it seems Eric invited just about everyone he damn well knows (and he's very popular) here tonight, and then they invited their friends, too. Hell's Gate is a human club, but the humans here are wilder, they're more approachable with the idea of vampires fucking or feeding on them, so hence why so many are here currently.

This isn't good though, because if any of those vampires currently watching Edie (and there are a couple doing just that) know she's here alone, then they'll be all over her like a rash, wanting her to be theirs. Of course, they have to leave her alone if she belongs to another vampire, though. When I see a vampire in particular who Edie really doesn't want anything to do with in the slightest staring at her from the other side of the balcony, I know I have to act fast, so move from my side of it and down onto the floor where Edie is dancing within a blink.

Latoria Jackson, the third eldest in Vegas after Charles and Ursula is the one with her eye on Edie. To say she's a bitch is putting it mildly. She's pure evil, feared as much as she is respected, and the way I've heard she keeps her humans… well I don't want that for Edie. I just have to hope she doesn't turn and punch me for what I'm about to do. I have to convey strongly to Latoria that Edie is mine (even though she isn't) so she won't try to take her against her will, because that is exactly what'll happen. I've seen her do it to humans before.

"Do not react to this in a hostile way,” I begin, Edie turning to look at me a little confused.

“And good evening to you too, Angel,” she says, laughing softly.

“Seriously, Edie. Go along with it and everything I say and do, and trust me, I'm doing this for your own good.” My hands slide around her waist, moving her hair and beginning to kiss the side of her neck. Oh, god fucking damn, this feels too good. The way she smells, how soft her skin is against my lips, the fact I just felt her pulse quicken sharply. I want her, so fucking badly. This is absolute torture. Still, I wait a moment for her leg to come flying up between mine and hit me right in the dick, but incredibly, she trusts what I said just as Latoria arrives in front of us.

"She's yours?" she asks, arching an elegantly groomed eyebrow as she stares at Edie, her eyes roaming all over her.

"I am, very much so," she informs her before I can speak, reaching her hand up to stroke my hair, turning her head to kiss my cheek. That feeling, the warm pucker of lips so soft is beyond the realms of any kind of scintillation I've felt before, probably because I want her so much and I can't have her. But then when she stares at Latoria before slowly turning in my arms and planting her lips upon mine, I want her so much I can begin to feel it slipping, my resolve not to fuck her. It isn't a full-on kiss, but it makes Latoria leave again at speed, back up to her place at the balcony to keep an eye out for the next unattended human she likes the look of.

"I take it she wanted me," Edie whispers in my ear, our arms still around each other. I don't like this. It feels too good to have her in my arms, which is the very place she can't be.

"She did, but not half as much as I want you.” Yeah, shouldn’t have said that, should I? The words just fell out, though, continuing to state at her unflinchingly, our gaze heavy, full of what I now realise is entirely mutual longing. The energy grows, the air between us becoming heavy, the atmosphere between us denser, building all the time. As I hold her to me, I can feel her heart thundering in her chest, I can hear it too, beating away with such force I don't even hear the music any longer, the booming bass from a dance song I recognise from my human years, Barbers Adagio for Strings, people all around reaching for the lasers beaming overhead, dancing euphorically, without a care in the world to the beat of synths meeting strings.

They’re not even here to me, it’s just me and the human I know I'm becoming obsessed with, the sound of her heartbeat like thunder in my ears, crashing against her chest so rapidly, it only tells me one thing. She feels the same, no matter what she said to me before; I know she feels it too. They have their euphoria through synthesised music, and I have mine. Her name is Edie.

If I needed any further confirmation of that, I receive it when after our faces have begun to drift together again, we kiss once more. This time though, it isn't a kiss for appearances, it's a real kiss, an unbreakable, earth shaking, magmatic kiss of one hundred percent need and longing for one another. It’s everything that has been building between us, for probably a lot longer than either of us would wish to admit. It's a kiss so arousing, so blindingly passionate that immediately my fangs pop out (as they always do when I'm excited or annoyed by something) and it takes me all I have to retract them again so I can kiss her without piercing her tongue on my teeth.

She clings to me, body pressed against mine as one hand curls around the back of my neck and the other rests on my chest, both of mine still locked around her waist, erotic energy coursing through me so strongly that if I could, I'd have sex with her right here on the damn dancefloor. I can feel myself beginning to draw breath through my nose without even thinking it, Edie suddenly jumping up into my arms, her legs locked around me as we continue to kiss each other hungrily. This girl, this fucking beautiful, amazing girl, she makes me feel like all the dead inside me came alive again. My death just bloomed. I’ve never felt that before.

This moment we share does nothing but grow in intensity, especially for me, since I can smell very clearly how aroused she’s getting, and it’s like a fucking beacon, my arms tightening around her, tongue circling with hers, my hand moving to grip her thigh, her nails trailing my scalp making me shiver pleasantly, before suddenly, she pulls away from it, clambering down to her feet once more.

"I thought you said you weren't attracted to my kind?" I ask, realising that this thing being mutual will make it a thousand times worse. That was one hell of an incredible kiss, so incredible I really couldn't think of anything else to come out with other than the stupid, dumbfounded words I just spoke. I also cannot believe I let my resolve completely melt like that, but it felt so good doing it, indulging in a little of what I want so very badly.

"I'm not. It's you, it’s... it’s just you. Please, excuse me I need to go and be embarrassed by myself for a while, I'm sorry, but I... I just...I can't be around you right now," she cries, moving away from me while I try to hold onto her.

"Edie you've nothing to feel embarrassed about, it’s okay!" I try and reassure her, hating the fact she's now starting to panic and get upset.

"Yes, I do! I can't have you and I just went and kissed you! I'm out of my damned mind, acting like this around someone I know can only ever be a friend to me!" she exclaims, this time managing to wriggle out of my hold upon her wrist and fleeing.

I let her go, but follow her from a distance to see where she's gone to, seeing her heading straight to a table where her friends are, talking to them briefly, watching the three of them then getting up to leave. After – and again from a distance - I've left the club and watched them get into a cab, I head back inside and suddenly really don't feel like partying any longer, for the only person interesting to me in this entire club just left it, and took that bloom she made me feel with her.

I really hope I see her tomorrow when she's meant to come in for her tattoo, but I wouldn't be surprised at all if she didn't turn up. I think this is the point where being just friends is about to become difficult, now I know that she wants me just as much as I do her.

Fuck.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚜 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

"Here you are! Five steins! Thanks for waiting" a young blond man says as he places the mugs of beer down on the table.

"Got room for more?"

"Right over here! Hey, do you think you can move over a little?"

"For such a little fella, he's a hardworking waiter," a customer says as Meliodas walks off with mugs in his arms.

Meliodas turns around to face the customers "Oh, no, I'm not a waiter, I'm the owner! This is my place!" then walks away.

The Customers face becomes flustered "The owner? A young kid like him?" Meliodas then walks over to the counter where a brown wolf, dawned with a red collar, is laid watching over the people in the pub to make sure no one starts a fight.

"Hey Y/N, you got that pie," he says stroking her head. She puts her head behind the counter and comes back up with a plate in her mouth and some pie on the plate. "Thanks, girl" she whines in response and he walks off to the table that ordered the pie. "Here you go, fresh from the oven!" Meliodas places the pie down, the 3 boys look at it in hunger. "The Boar Hat's signature meat pie!"

"It looks great!"

"Let's eat some pie!" The 3 said. They put the fork in their mouth to spit it back out.

"Figures, our reputation is for good booze and terrible food"

"You could have mentioned that!" the 3 men shouted

"Are you messing with us, you punk?" The bigger one shouts. This gains the attention of the brown Wolf, who comes over and stand by Meliodas side, growling at the 3 customers. "Hang on, this guy has a sword, and his wolf doesn't look so friendly!"

"Well you guys, looks like we've got a problem. Now let's fix it" Meliodas clicks his fingers, making the Wolf stop growling and look up at Meliodas, who strokes her head.

"Sheesh, you call that a mess?" A talking pig walks out from the back and over to the mess "Why do you even need me for this?"

The men stare in shock as Hawk comes over "Th-The pig, it's talking!"

"That's right I'm a talking pig, man what a bunch of hillbillies!"

"Hawk, we need t get this floor cleaned"

"What a pain in the ham" Hawk starts eating the pie off the floor, and after a couple of minutes pass the floor is cleaned. "Make sure there are better scraps next time" and he walks off.

"If you guys are interested, I could make a decent whole-hog roast," Meliodas says, Y/N looks at Hawk with her mouth drooling and slowly walks over to Hawk before Meliodas grabs her by her collar.

"I am so full! This place has the best scraps!" Everyone starts chuckling, but all stops after a man come into the pub out of breath.

"I-I saw it!" He says. He then sits down with some others. "Honest! I saw it with my own two eyes! I'm positive that I was the Wandering Rust Knight!"

"Everyone keeps bringing it up"

"Come on, you guys know they're just stories used to scare children. If you don't do as I say then one of the Eight Deadly Sins will come after you in blood rusted armour oooo" They all start laughing. Y/N looks at the men in curiosity and Meliodas looks over.

"Eight deadly sins?"

"Huh, you've never heard of them, a young tavern owner like yourself?"

"Their wanted posters are everywhere, you have them over there" Everyone turns their gaze to the board with the wanted posters on. "What was it, 10 years ago? Dozens of holy knights butchered so fast, they didn't have time to defend themselves, These Eight Deadly Sins were the ones who did it, they say that the way the Holy Knight' Grand Master himself was killed, was too gruesome to look at..."

"...and their captain, Meliodas, and his second in command, Y/N, are the scariest of the bunch. They say they've even brought down whole countries. None of them has been caught yet, right?"

"Nope, not a single one"

"Well, I've heard rumours that they've all been dead for years now" Meliodas is pouring some beer in a mug.

"Course they're dead, they have to be," A customer says "The new Holy Knights wouldn't let them live after what they have done"

"Yeah, you've got a point right there"

"Even now, with the king sick in bed, you can bet that the Holy Knights are keeping the kingdom good and safe for all its people"

"But those notices upon the board get updated every year. Doesn't that mean that those eight criminals are still out there" Everyone looks to him?

"Yeah, well. Some spooky knight walking around in rusty armour seems pretty ridiculous to me"

"Guess your right," Another guy says. Suddenly, a loud noise from outside catches every one of the guards, and they all look at the door. Both Hawk and Y/N sniff.

"That smells like rust to me," Hawk says. The tavern door opens, showing a tall figure, they slowly walk in. The high pitch sound of the rust makes Y/N whine.

"The... Eight... Deadly... Sins..." The strange being said.

"It's here!" Everyone screamed and ran out of the tavern, leaving Meliodas, Y/N and a shaking Hawk. Meliodas jumps over the counter and Y/N follows, growling at the being.

"Now, who are you?" The knight slowly sways back and forwards, before falling backwards, making the helmet fall off revealing a young woman.

"This kid is one of the Eight deadly sins?" Hawk asks.

They get her upstairs to a bedroom and takes off her armour and places her onto a bed.

"It's a girl," Hawk says.

"Let's make sure," Meliodas says.

"If you try and touch her, I will hit you to next year Meli!" A girl with ash brown hair walks over to the strange female on the bed, the girl's neck, although having a red collar, visibly shows a mark of a wolf and a jagged scar down lip... This was none other than Y/N, The Wolf Sin Of Death.

"Calm down Y/N, I wasn't even thinking about it," He says rubbing the back of his head with a sheepishly grin plastered on his face; Y/N scoffs. Meliodas puts his head onto the girl's breasts.

"You just said you weren't even thinking about it!" Y/N shouts "You baka! Treat a sleeping woman with respect!" Elizabeth then opens her eyes and sits up. Meliodas still on her chest,

"U-Um...Pardon me?" She says. Meliodas looks up at her and moves away.

"Your heartbeat is just fine" Y/N and Hawk are shaking with anger.

"T-Thank you"

"Where am I?" She looks around before looking at Meliodas, Y/N and Hawk "Excuse me, what am I doing here"

"Oh yeah, you walked into our bar, then you passed out cold, on the floor," Y/N says.

"Your bar?"

"Yeah. The Boar Hat. It's our Tavern"

"Hold on, you're the owners?"

"Mostly him, I'm just here for the free booze," Y/n says.

"Is that so weird?" Meliodas asks.

"Well I mean, I just saw that sword on your back so I naturally assumed"

"Oh, this thing" Meliodas pulls the sword out of its scabbard. Elizabeth gasps but then looks to see only a little nub of the sword. Meliodas and Y/N laughs "Did I scare ya', If all you see is the handle, guess it looks pretty intimidating doesn't it"

"It makes our customers think twice before skipping out on their bill," Y/N says as Meliodas places the sword back into the scabbard.

"It's the customers who pay their hard work money to eat your nasty cooking that I feel sorry for," Hawk says.

"He has a point" Y/N agrees. Elizabeth gasps before running over to Hawk and hugging him.

"It's a talking piggy! It's so cute!" She hugs him more.

"Hey there, my name's Hawk"

"Long time ago I kept asking my father to buy me a piggy like this for my birthday"

"So did you like having a pet pig?" Y/N asks. Elizabeth's expression saddens.

"I didn't get one"

"Hey, are you feeling hungry at all?" Meliodas asks "I could throw something together for you" Hawk then tenses, his ears pointing upwards. Y/N shakes her head.

"Do you have a ham hawk?" She asks.

"Watch it all right, Jeez!" They make their way downstairs. Elizabeth walks over to look at the wanted poster board.

"Come and get it" Meliodas shouts. Meliodas is behind the counter. Y/N is sat on the left of Elizabeth, her green coat now off and over the counter, a mug of booze hand.

"First you nurse me back to health, now you're feeding me?" She says, looking at the three "How could I possibly thank you two enough?"

"Might want to taste that first before you say thanks?" Hawk says.

"All right, this looks so good" She puts the fork, with a piece of meat on, into her mouth. Her whole body tenses.

"What do ya think?" Meliodas asks, leaning on the counter "Awful isn't it"

"Yes"

"Knew it was," Hawk, Meliodas and Y/N say in unison. Elizabeth starts crying.

"Wow, great going Meliodas. Your food made her cry" Y/N says, teasingly.

"No" Y/N looks at her "It's delicious. More than I can say" She wipes her tears. Y/N and Hawk look at each other confused.

"So...What exactly were you doing walking around in that old armour?"

"I'm on a personal quest to find the Eight Deadly Sin" Y/N and Meliodas share a quick look.

"Why would you do that?" Hawk asks "No one has any idea if those guys are still alive or not, and they're serious villains" They are cut off by a loud knocking at the door. Elizabeth jumps and looks around. Meliodas and Y/N turn their look to the door.

"Open up!" A voice orders "The villages told us who's in there" The man stops knocking "We, are the order of the Beard of the Mountain Cat. Serving under the holy knights from the foot of the mountain" He says "Wandering rust knight, member of the Eight Deadly Sins, come out! and do so peacefully"

"What's the matter with everyone today," Meliodas asks.

"Meh," Y/N says, finishing her booze.

"Holy knights," Elizabeth says.

"I don't think they're coming out," One of the holy knights say.

"This is kinda strange. When did somebody put a tavern on top of this hill?" Another Holy knight says.

"You know, now that you mention it, I don't remember seeing this place three days ago"

"On your guard, cause we're about to go up against a holy knight who answered directly to the king 10 years ago," The leader says.

"Come on, there's nothing to worry about, Allioni. I'm sure he's old by now"

"That's right. He won't be a match to fighters like us, trained by Sir Twigo himself"

"How many times have I told you, don't underestimate them. When the uprising happened in Liones, dozen of holy knights were butchered in an instant!"

"Yeah, about that..."

"What is it?"

"Well, I kinda wonder if things were exaggerated a little bit"

"And? What are you trying to say" Allioni asks?

"Well, everybody says that one holy knight is as powerful as 100 ordinary soldiers. So dozens of them murdered"

"Nah"

"I saw their bodies with my own eyes!"

"Everyone, calm down. For now, just stand back, Allioni" A small Holy knight says "I think we can handle one old man" He turns to the door "Hey! Get out here" Meliodas then walks out, Y/N by his side in her wolf form, he holds her red collar.

"Yeah? What's up"

"Who are you, little kid?" Allioni asks.

"Well, I'm the owner of this place. And this is my friend" Meliodas says, gesturing to Y/N. Y/N growls at the knights and one of the tall ones jump slightly "Don't worry, she only attacks command"

"The wandering rust knight is here. Send him out" Meliodas sighs and turns around.

"Better come out"

"Who is calling for me," Hawk says, walking towards them, dressed in armour "I'm Sir Hawk, the rusty knight" Hawk walks outside to stand on the other side of Meliodas.

"So this pig is one of the Eight Deadly Sins?"

"Well, of course, it's not"

"How about a little respect. I'm the captain of the order of Scraps Disposal!"

"There is no such order"

"If this pig is what you after, you can grill him if you want"

"Give it a rest will ya'!"

"You little punk" Allioni grabs Meliodas by the collar of his shirt and pulls him up. Y/N growls and snarls at him "Making fun of knights like this" Y/N continue to growl at him "And shut your mutt up!" Meliodas holds out his hand and Y/N stops. Elizabeth looks around the corner of the tavern before running off into the forest. However, one of the Holy knights spots her.

"Allioni! Look, a girl ran out the back!" Allioni drops Meliodas, who is caught by Y/N on her back.

"What! We have to inform Sir Twigo. She must be the wandering rust knight. Get her!" All the holy knights run to the forest after Elizabeth.

"Yes sir!"

"Hold it right there" Meliodas, Y/N and Hawk look to where the Holy knights ran off to.

"Oh no"

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darkmatter-nebula · 2 years

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Good morning, my sweet fellas! 😊 Here comes a freshly baked chapter of my "Ghostboy in Hisui" AU. Here I go again! 😁

Chapter 11: Giratina And The Ghostchild

Jubilife Village celebrated a festival for Akari and Allister. Zoroark was still mad at the people who wished harm upon Allister, but the little boy wrapped his arms around her and reassured her that he didn't hold a grudge. He understood that they were just scared. They already apologized to him. To Allister's surprise, Cyllene walked up to him and gave him a hug! "Welcome back, Allister." She whispered into his ear. He was smiling under his mask. "Thank you. And thank you for your help." He whispered back. The Captain of the Survey Corps really cared a lot about the small ghostboy.

The next morning, it was a surprise for Akari and Allister that Volo wanted to meet them both. He told them to gather the last plates and to meet him then at the ruins of the ancient temple. Cogita gave them her plate. She thought it was a normal cutting board. "It could explain why the food tasted so marvelous." Cogita said smiling. "Thank you, Ms. Cogita." Allister said shyly. "You're welcome, sweetie."

The last plates came from the Lake Trio. Akari also managed to catch them all. The small ghostboy was impressed. "This was amazing, Dawn!" He told her. The girl smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Now, they were both ready to meet Volo. The ancient temple in the Coronet Highlands would be in modern times to be known as Spear Pillar. Suddenly, Allister got a message on his arceus phone. 'Little One, you will return home very soon.' Allister was happy that he would see his sister and friends again, but he was sure that he would miss everyone he met in Hisui.

Volo was already waiting for them. He acted differently than usual. The small ghostboy had always thought that something was off about the merchant. He also seemed not to care that much about his fellow Gingko Guild members. "I worshipped Arceus for my whole life, why did he choose you two instead?! It should have been me!" The blonde man changed into a strange new outfit. In Allister's opinion, Volo's new hairstyle was ridiculous. He was very soon in a pokemon battle with Akari.

After Akari had defeated him, Volo had a huge surprise for Allister and Akari. Giratina appeared behind him! And she looked very angry! Allister always wanted to meet Giratina but he hoped it would be under better circumstances. To Volo's dismay, Giratina seemed to be drawn to the little boy. She was surprisingly calm after she spotted Allister. To show Giratina that she could trust him, the little boy removed his mask and stepped forward. He was now walking into Giratina's direction. "Hello, Giratina." Allister said shyly. Volo was livid! "What are you waiting for, Giratina? Kill him!" But Giratina didn't listen to Volo.

Akari got an idea. She let her Gardevoir use psychic to let Allister levitate. He was now floating right in front of Giratina. He put his hand very gently on her face. "You don't have to listen to Volo! You are not evil, I can feel it." The little boy spoke gently. Giratina made some ghostly noises. For Allister's ears it sounded like "He manipulated me. I never wanted to hurt anyone. People were always afraid of me." She said and leaned into Allister's gentle touch. "No! It can't be!" Volo shouted. Akari spoke up now. "Well, Allister is not just an expert with ghost types. He is their friend! Bad for you that Giratina is also a ghost type!" She grinned. Giratina wanted to be Allister's friend. She let herself to be caught in a pokeball.

Volo was enraged! "NO!" The blonde man charged at the little boy but Zoroark stopped him. She was also growling at him. Volo pretty much run for his life.

Back in Jubilife Village, everyone couldn't believe their eyes! The eight year old Allister was now friends with the legendary Giratina! Especially Professor Laventon was as surprised as he was impressed! "Wow..." The Professor breathed.

Suddenly, some kind of Portal appeared. Allister got another message on his arceus phone. 'Your mission in Hisui is finally done. You can now go through the Portal to your rightful home.' Allister was excited but he wanted to say farewell to everyone first. Adaman pretty much tackled him into a hug. "I will miss you, Allister!" He cried. "I will miss you too, Adaman." The little boy returned the embrace. Zisu and Cyllene hugged him too. Akari decided to stay a little longer in Hisui. She embraced the little boy as well. "As soon as I am back, I will visit you in Galar!" She told him. "I am looking forward to it!" The little boy said, under his mask a smile. Soon he said Goodbye to everyone. To his delight, he could keep his Pokemon. Zoroark was already excited to finally meet Bea! Allister stepped into the Portal and a blindling light surrounded him...

To be continued

This chapter is finished!

The next chapter will be a Epilog.

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Forty Eight. Part 3

Pressing a kiss to Raihan’ cheek as I picked him up, I thought we would see Oakley off before he left Barbados to go back home, he travelled back with us to here to leave for London. I think the kids know something is up, I already threatened the girls to not say a word to anyone, especially Robyn and Rylee. He wants to go home, I want that for him so I dropped him off here and just waiting for him to board the flight, he has gone to the bathroom “I don’t get why we can’t tell Rylee this” Ti mumbled “because at times, for someone’s sanity. They don’t need it; you’re not thinking of others. As a man I get it now please stop, I will speak to her myself. Just say your goodbyes and let him be on his way” Ti put her head down “I get he isn’t feeling it, that makes me sad, but I thought he was ok?” I shook my head “I’m sorry but depression isn’t vocal, he is going through it. I want him to go to his family and loved ones, not holding him here when Rylee isn’t helping, he’s coming back now so kids. Be nice” he made his way over “that’s me then, thank you for everything. Appreciate it” he said to me “don’t say thank you, you know what I think of you. And erm keep that space yeah” dapping him but we just held hands “yeah, yeah, appreciate it. I do, I erm, I will call you when I need to see Aziel” nodding my head “I’ll come and check on you, when I leave from here. I’m so serious, don’t let it get to you. I want to see you” he nodded his head “thank you” hugging him “no thank you, you’re a good guy” stepping back “Cench, when can I come to the studio and meet all the rappers?” Looking at Raihan “huh? What is that fella?” What is he on “soon” Oakley laughed “you learn the lyrics and I got you” he pointed “I did already” Raihan fist bumped him “I will hear that soon, be good yeah. And you kill it out there with the rugby thing, I mean football thing” he fist bumped Junior “I will thank you” Ti pulled a face “I don’t want to say bye to you” she said “because I’ll see you when I’m back like my dad said” Oakley laughed “yeah, I’ll see you when I see you then. Imani, good knowing you. Like you a good person” he shook her hand, and I just grabbed him by the collar “I won’t let you leave this place, I’m so serious” I said in his ear “nah, I’m good. It’s fine, Wadz will meet me. Call him” letting him go, but reluctantly “bye Cench” Raihan waved, watching him walk off with a frown. I actually would go with him, but I trust he will be ok, just his wording is off “will he be ok dad?” Ti asked “I pray he will be ok” I mumbled, I’m sure he will be.

Clearing my throat as I closed the door behind me “my babies are all back home and it looks like you all had the best time? I am jealous” Robyn said, she is trying to hug Raihan and Junior, but they ran away, they don’t want to be held. They are running away “you boys don’t want mommy hugs?” I grinned at Robyn; she is side eyeing the kids right now but it’s because they are moody “what did you do?” Robyn asked “me? I just come in; we had fun. I think they are tired” wrapping my arms around my wife, pressing a kiss to her neck “I love you so so much” moving my head back and pressing a kiss to her lips “love you” I said, “I love you too, I miss you” I cooed out “where is Oakley?” Looking to the stairs, Rylee stood looking “oh yeah where is he?” Side eyeing Rylee “he’s gone home, he wanted to go so I let him” I said “what!? Why?” She spat “I don’t want to hear it Rylee, you leave him alone. You don’t call him; you don’t contact him! Nothing, if he wants to see his son he will ask you, you leave him alone” I pointed “are you serious dad?” Robyn pressed her had on my chest “what happened? Hey, just leave Rylee for one second, what happened” Rylee doesn’t take anything serious “I mean it, do not call him. Let’s go to the back, I will talk” I said “what you mean not talk to him? We have a fucking baby together. He has to talk to me” walking off to go to the back “no, you don’t contact him. Leave him be, I am so serious about this, if I find out you have there is going to be problems, you leave him alone” she looks so upset and offended but I don’t want this stupid girl contacting him “mom!?” She spat, but I walked off “leave it ok, I will speak to your dad. Do not do what I think you will do please, don’t call him” she better not “mom” she whined out “Rylee, just stop it” I am worried that he won’t get home, I just need to know he will get there.

Pressing my phone to my ear just talking to Wadz “yeah well I just want to know once he gets there, drop me a text that he is home and be there for him, like just don’t leave him alone ok. I care about him like he my own, like whatever happened it happened but I always had a soft spot for him, he is a good kid so please Wadz, drop me a text you got him” I pleaded “I got you Chris, and yeah I know what happened it happened. We can’t go back on it really, we just got to move forward but shit is scaring me, he text me shit and I am like Cench, come back. The fuck you doing there” Robyn has finally come outside “what was he saying?” I asked “I text him like you good? How is Barbados, that place is beautiful, he just said I am here, but I am not here. I am numb, then he mentioned things that I am not going to say because that your daughter” I frowned “like what?” now he made me curious “disrespectful, I can’t but he just said it’s all a game, like I don’t know. I thought I would feel better but I don’t, I am smiling just to smile look, I ain’t telling but just you read between the lines but yeah, I will text you” taking in a deep breath “thank you” disconnecting the call “what is happening Chris? What the fuck is going on?” Robyn asked, “your daughter is going on, what she been doing to Oakley?” I asked “in what way? Why haven’t you bought him back?” she asked me, she looks annoyed with me when she should be annoyed with her daughter “he is going home, I had to let him go because he is unhappy, I just got off the phone with Wadz and he was being very vague with what Rylee did, or was doing and Oakley said that he doesn’t feel better? He is just smiling, why? What did she do” Robyn shrugged “what you think two ex’s do when they are close, she may have teased him” rolling my eyes “how do you know?” I asked “because she mentioned it, but she said he was off with her still” so it’s sex, that is it “right, that girl pisses me off” I pointed, she has pissed me off because what the fuck is she playing at.

“Chris, what happened? Tell me what happened” stood in front of me as I crossed my arms across my chest “everything went well, I assumed it was ok, he was ok. But really seeing the bigger picture, he wasn’t ok, and I feel bad about it. We should have let him go when he asked. I feel like we wasn’t seeing it, like on the last day he posted those things, that song Lewis wrote, somebody you used to love, and then he posted his friend and said he is sorry. So I was like what the fuck, so I went down and then found out he was on the beach, all morning they didn’t know what he was doing. So I got him, I found him sat on his own. Then I just spoke to him, asked him what is wrong and he said he can’t get over his friend, that he shouldn’t have done that, that it should be him. He is blaming himself, he cried about it then I said why you post that thing, he just said the lyrics speak to him, that Rylee let him fall for her and she did that, she pulled the rug, and he is just crying silently about it, he said that he does love her, and it threw me off because like, I mean yeah I assumed there is like, I mean Rylee is hardwork. I love her because she is my daughter, but she is hardwork, I said really? And he said he does, and she really fucked him up” Robyn sighed out putting her head down “she showed me the text they have been doing back and forth, I am mad at her now myself. I said you throwing yourself at him, and she said no I’m not. What you think she is like, what would I be like if you was my ex? And we was in the same house” I sniggered “teasing me” Robyn nodded her head “I feel bad now, is he ok?” I shrugged “he said questionable shit, I mean I know him but I don’t know him deep inside, Wadz does but like he was acting like good seeing you guys, and Ti got upset with it, then I grabbed him and kind of told him off. So she has been having sex in this house?” Robyn didn’t say anything, but she knows.

I huffed out “so erm, tell me how was bonding time with the demon” Robyn chuckled “don’t be mean to my daughter but we are good, I listened, she listened. I asked her straight up, what do you want. Do you want Oakley, I mean this is a mess. And that was the first day I asked, she didn’t get back to me till this morning about that question. But we spoke on everything, right from when she left America, I said that we did so much for you Rylee and you did that, you hurt us as parents. And I mentioned how dangerous it was that she came London on her own, what if he told her to fuck off, anything could happened, she spoke to me about me. That when I pushed for them not to be together, she wanted it more. She says that I am too much at times, that I do too much too, you know how Rylee is. She also told me I strained them, but we spoke on it all. That being a mother has been hard on her, that Aziel can be a handful. It can be lonely too; she was admitting things. She admitted that what she did to Oakley was wrong but she said she can’t bring it up, she finds it hard to bring it up because she really didn’t think he loved her like that, I mean neither did we, we are shocked. She said that she feels bad but when she told me what she did I said well I am sorry but you don’t love him, he was your first and you feel close, then she got angry at me. So this morning she came down and said, they are coming back today. I am going to speak to him, I want to make it work with him properly, but I guess it’s too late” nodding my head “I don’t know really but to me, they shouldn’t be together. When I felt that way Robyn, I was rebelling for years. I think she need to let him go, let him heal and come to an agreement with Aziel, and she needs to accept that. I am going to tell her that, he is not good and I do not want my daughter being the one to push him over the edge, I don’t care” Robyn put her head down as I walked off, this ends now.

Ti just awkwardly smiled at me, my eyes dragged to Rylee that is crying “you can’t keep anything mute” she put her hands up “I just told her she is wrong, I am sorry. She is all yours, Aziel let’s go and see Imani” I huffed out, Ti is a let down “I am not going to argue or shout but you don’t contact that boy until he wants to see Aziel” closing the door because Raihan was poking his head in “no, like you said I am an adult now and I can do whatever I want, I refuse” she wiped her tears “Rylee what do you want me to say? Look, you lost him, he’s gone. It’s done, you need to mourn the loss here and go about your day, the only person you can blame is you, it’s over! The whole situation was a lie, I thought you was both on the road of getting back together but really this shit was just in the air right, he is gone to his home, you mourn this shit, be a mother and move on” I caught the pillow she threw “no! You have no right to tell me what, you would fucking chase mom, she would chase you! I fucking witnessed that all with my own eyes and because you fucking tell me to not go near him I will!? Fuck that!” she shouted “call him then” I said to her “ok, you tell me what you done for him to want to stay” she wiped her face sniffling “we wasn’t even fucking together at that point yeah, I thought he was cheating on me! Why won’t anyone see that, oh my god” looking away form her “well at the end of it what happened? Nothing because he wasn’t cheating, I think we are all pretty shocked that someone can love you with the way you act, I need you to pipe down and act like a fucking adult, you have a child, stop acting like one. You cannot play with people, and you fucking was having sex in this house so don’t piss me off! Mourn your loss and get on with it” she really wants me to kick off badly, I banged the door closed when I left.

I think I can be easy now knowing that Wadz text me that he is with him, that is good news really. Imagine if he hopped off the plane and went elsewhere, I felt like I was his carer, I didn’t want anything happening to him. Locking my phone and placing it on the table “if I drag her-” I was going to say down but Rylee is here with her shades on “you have a son to take care of, Ti is not your babysitter” Robyn gave me a look, she wants me to stop “I get it, she has realised that her own game has got her burnt” looking at Rylee “you can’t use someone for sex” I just said it “he could say no!” she spat “I mean Rylee, the messages were a little, you know” Robyn added “dad made him block me, how does that even fucking make sense” Robyn got up from the chair “oh Rylee” she said, I sighed out “I didn’t want this mom, I didn’t. I told you that I was going to talk to him, I didn’t know he was going through that” looking over at her “ask me and your mom, no communication means it won’t last” I got up from the chair “mom, I want to be with him” she said “Rylee, look. I think it’s best for him, that you both just remain as good co-parents, you can’t be there for him” I will take Aziel, she is useless clearly “no, I really hate you both” picking him up “I spoke one thing and you’re like this? You’re mad we don’t agree with this, does that man have to die for you to see what you were doing, just stop. Let him be, cry all you want but suck it up, cry and talk about it to your mom” Rylee looked at Robyn “tell me this mom, would you stop all contact with dad? I love Oakley, I do mom, I really fucking do. He is my first everything, just things have been upside down, I messed up. Tell would you, if this was you and dad right now?” she asked, Robyn looked at me “I would want to see him, I couldn’t rest knowing he is not with me either, and when your dad was going through things, I was there for him mentally and that is what men need. He lost a friend that he loves, grew up with and you can’t mourn that with him, but Rylee you know me so yeah” let me just walk off.

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givsmn · 2 years

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my live reaction to Thor: Love and Thunder

okay. so far. i am NOT lovin this. "im tired" dies THATS SAD I'M SAD NOW IT'S TOO EARLY FOR THIS

BIG SAD RN BIG BIG BIG SAD HES LYIN BESIDE HER GRAVE

yes i would say he's suffered severely but i would not recommend followin the eery whispers in the wind

ooh green, we like green

bro your daughter coulda surv- what'd you slice your palm on

Rapu? that you?

Gorr… babe you don't look so good- aw he's so cute when he smiles

RAPU FUCK YOU

$10 Gorr finna pick up that sword and dice Rapu

oh well he didn't pick up the sword, it presented to him

AW I WANNA FLOWER PERSON

ooh gold blood, pick that shit up

Steve T-T Tony T^T i hate that thing MOON MOON !!!

musics great tho

KORG, baby

omfg he baby

"fighting the good fight for those who can't fight good" lmfao

Fonda gave me whiplash fr

SHUt UP KORG JFC MY GODS

GROOT <3

DAD BOD, GOD BOD, SAD BOD I CANNAE KORG PLEASE

lmfao Quill did not ask for this

bro Stormbreaker grew roots?

… why is he witch ridin Storkbr- yk what, nvm

DIE SCUM

stfu Thor, you embarrass me sm

OMG the AESTHETIC ASDFGHJKL

GUNS N' ROSES BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

my heat is racin rn sm

THE SPLITS WHAT TTTTTT

lmfao omg the GOTG cannae

bro you broke their temple. it finna shatter ain't it

yep, yep, there it is. poor fellas

Jane Fonda, hello

istg if Darcy eats those w sticks ima flip

yikes, four. sorry bro

she didn't use the sticks!

hope Darcy notices myuh-myuh's gone

self experimentin, are we?

SELVIG <3

wait wait is she finna find Mjolnir and put it back together to give her health

VALKYRIE

i'd buy that spice, please

INFINTY CONEZ!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

wow, they're boomin, that's great

oh gods, more theater

ALAN GRANT?!?!!!!!

bitches, Odin did NOT stand up and no you won't, perish

glitter, glitter mfs

"Transform!" ????!?!?! LIKE POWER RANGERS!?!?!??!

oh gods, McCarthy

this whole thing gave me a stroke, i love it

Jane Fonda finna steal them stones, i get

YEP IT'S FONDA

oop, ominious weather and vibrations oohoohooh

they're levitating

GOD OF DISASTER? ? ? ?

who the fuck is screa- oh good gods

they jus didn't want the goats

NEBULA <3 hi babe

oh where Gamora?

WAIT MANTIS W A GUN!?

omg they can understand them i cannae please please

no that's not it, ima have a stroke

congrats, babe. how many spouses?

Sif's alive? bro i did not know that

he visibly and audibly deflated

inspirational speech, Quill <3 thanks

pft pft pft i'm chockin Let Go Thor Let Go

that's His ship bro, bro, bro

IM CHOKING IM HAVING A STROKE THOR MOVE

you frickincrazy axe

(GOATS SCREAMING)

barren ice wasteland

Falligar is adorable, wHY ARE THEY DEAD THEYRE ADORABLE

bro she's missin an arm

you're not in battle PFT OH SHIT

oh nu, not assgard god butcher

oop ominious figure in white, how sexy

sleepin children

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

reminds me of the angel of death in the Moses sto- NVM BIG ASS SPYDERS

VAKLYRIE ASDFGHJKL ON HER PEGASAUS BABEEEEEE IN PJS

oh smoll boys

lmfao blood splatter on the camera

METALLIC HUMMING OVERHEAD BABE

AHEHEHEHE DEMONIC GIGGLING

TESSA THOMPSON, MARRY ME POR FAVORA PALIHUG NA

???? he jus treated myuh-myuh like a mf dog jfc

vrooms past i bet HA got it

oh hello ms. FondaBRO THATS SO DAMN COOL IT SPLIT LIKE BUMBLEBEE DID OMFG OMG OMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOGMSOGJSPOFGJOPSFGJPSGJSPGOJSFPOJGPSFOGJSGJ

pft Thor please

it's ms. Fonda to you, childe

omfg the rollerskates thing i cannae please

halloween party??? bro no stop doin myuh-myuh like that

oh yea cryin durin comedy's ik that

Nick Furry.

poor babes

i feel liked that's not how legend-myth works but idk enough abt it to contend

panic attack?

oh you poor idiot

oh bro spoogies

Thor's so shiny tho

~then you know this is going to hurt~

oof raggity man

VALKYRIE <3 <3

blinker light eyeballs fr

bros goin for the children tho idk how they've been sleepin thru it all

THEYRE TAKIN THE CHILDREN

what in the fresh fuckery was that cage on legs

Eight years, seven months, and six days.

please stop bickering

Daryl

THEATER

Jodie Fonda.

bro you srsly tryna call myuh-myuh from her

OMFG STORMBREAKER

is this real? feels like a fever dream

slowly creeps in

STOP BETRAYIN STORMBREAKER YOU ASS

should Thor intervene? bc it might undermine her, idk how this stuff works

what's squeaking

pft

oh good lords

Valkyrie is exhausted

CAPE GROWS BACK?

Heimdall had a son?

AXL

hoi, respect his name

magic eyes

Thor~!

i like Axl sm

pft "oh my god. go away"

those children are finna start cryin, shut up Thor

JODIE FONDA WHY'D THAT COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH STOP IT

omnipotence city

QUETZALCOATL theyre mentioned in my fanfic

Zeus is not wise

goats

she's still an alcholic

myuh-myuh

Thor you're a chil- omg Stormbreaker

oh shit Jane.

geez what'd you go and do that for

Valkyrie <3 3 <3 <3

they're so damn cute

THEY BOOPED SWORD AND MYUH-MYUH

pft don't feed on the children please thanks

those goats make me wanna shoot myself in the foot

the city so pretty- what'd you go and wreck the lawn for babes

Jodie, Jodie, Jodie stop, stop, stop please

he has a boyfriend, it's Bruce

so cool

Valkyrie's so amused

he has feelings for Jodie Fonda

VALKYRIE YOU'RE GREAT

Axl <3 <3 <3

Gorr <3 <3 <3

Gorr, that's not how you bond w children, mate

pft she slaughtered the emotion gods

DRAGON OMG DRAGON ITS A DRGON

BAO??? I WANT BAO

hmmmm zeus

oh good gods how theatrical jfc

omg he copied zeus in every way

Thor's a nerd through and through, fanboy

tf accent is that

HA orgy

?? oh yea he's not that great

HA AGGRESSION the aggression confuses him

en masse.

did he finger gun shackles

oh here it comes

like, it's funny. but also, i'm imaginin that happenin to a woman and :[]

he's prolly gon be reinvited to the orgy

bro the bearded harp guy fainted

T-T his tats

A SHY COURGETTE!?!?!?!? A ZUCCHINI!?!?!!?!?!?!?!

pft disguise off

you tell him, babe

so, chill, baby cake

the theatrics!? "no"

Valkyrie's muscles i cannae please please please

omg Jodie Fonda's muscles i cannae please please please

his accent, it's givin me a stroke

"rush his bum"

lmao i love Fonda's excitement "hell yeah!" knocks off someone's head

JANE'S HAMMER STILL IS SO AWESOME

aw yisssss ms. Valkyrie, relish the goldblood spray

!? KORG nononononononnonono cmon fOR WHATOH DHIT HE CAUGHT IT oh gods the line

i feel like that wouldn't kill him tho

Kog Korg KORG!? omg baby, you're alive PFT mouth

omg that's such a pretty whi- wow, yea no i liove the screamin goats and GNR better

T^T marry me? please, Valkyrie

yO THOSE THINGS STARING INTO THE WINDOW BEFORE THEY FLEW OUT LOOKS LIKE CELESTIALS

screaming goats on rainbows w rock and roll in the bg is my new aesthetics

he's so good w kids, so sweet

"Team Kids in a Cage"

why's he keep messin w his no- ha

Korg loved it, noted

i thought you needed the necrosword to kill gods

omg Stormbreaker's jealous- THOR YOUR'RE BEIN DISLOYAL

i'm more invested in Thor x Stormbreaker then Thor x Jane

… he fed it beer… hE SCRATCHED THE UNDERCHIN WHAT

his lil thing when she turns around is the fattest mood i have ever witnessed

Korg music? pft omg that's cute

thanks Korg, you stripped her bare

yep, this is real, that fumbling lmao

oh the fear in her eyes

"bye"

he's good at comfortin, once he calms down a bit

Thor baby

oh no, the color, it's broken

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT LANDING HA

oh nu the bone cage is empty

their pinkies T-T

is myuh-myuh so broken it cannae summon the Bifrost?

oh bro she yeeted

Gorr, you're spoogie, i love it

yea idk if the dentist can help w that bud

ha he's a lil fanboy too, omg. his giggle was adorable

baby, she's crying

i find his face fascinatin

oop he's chokin em

his hand was on his shoulder, so faint

… tentacle porn is completely plausible and acceptable it's accepted i accept it

it's funny how he keeps sproutin from the shadows like a whack-a-mole

omg myuh-,yuh

oh no the boat!

bro i completely forgot abt Korg

HEY HE IMAPLED HER NO

oh nu he's got the key

oh bro she looks shit

a fridge without a door.

yea babe he goin w/o you

T-T bc he loves her, always

he still has Loki's hair twined into his own braids

damn she lost her whole kidney

yO head at 01:29:07 is movin

that was a celestial head that fell oh them

attackin children w shadow monsters? mateur Gorr

he's plannin on makin em whack the monsters w sticks?

Space Vikings, hooray

omg he's givin em power "for a limited time only"

HEY IT'S THAAT TREE OMGGG

GLOWY EYE CHILDREN I WANT THEM

GENERAL AXL

DO YOUR WOEST BABIES

OMGGGGG THE GINGER

MY HEARTRATE RN ASDFGHJKL

BEAT THEIR ASSES

DSKGJLKJDGLKSJGLKSJGKLSJGSGJSGKJLSGJ

YOU'RE DOIN SO GOOD BABIES, SO PROUD

OMGGGG AXL VAULTIN THRU THE AIR

lil baby girl fairy, you've my heart, you too floating girl w rabbit, i wish my Fluffy did that

way to be creepy Mjolnir

oh shit, he got decked

Jane Foster <3

go children, go!

let go of his friend, shadow tentacles !!!

her name is Mighty Thor, ass

Dr. Jane Foster is bomb

oh good lord, not that

I LOVE WATCHIN PPL CATCH THOSE THINGS AXL YOU DID SO GOOD

snap it in half, babes

couldn't it jus reform like myuh-myuh?

oh damn, she caught the bits

well this has a certain finality

oop she obliterated your sword pal

i imagine a lot of Aro's might be confused at this scene, but also not

did he not realize he could bring her back?

then use your wish to save Jane? as an apology?

ooooooooooh you're gon have your nemisis take care of your child, interestin

omg galaxy-reflection-girl, you're so pretty

Jane is a god.

see, she's gettin the gold dust fade, like od*n, that means she's a god. i take no criticism

she's cute

oh hi, Korg

ARE YOU SERIOUS

DWAYNE

this is so dumb i love it

omggg sad god to dad god

yes they'e pan flaps

what's that accent

that's so accurate, w the shoes

omg myuh-myuh

Thor, referrin to myuh-myuh: where did you put HIM

the girl: eh, SHE looked boring before

Thor: eh, suppose IT did

d'aw her lil thumbs up in the mirror/head jig w helmet, so cute

HES SO SUPPORTIVE

she's wearin' Hulk's colors

??? why'd she get Stormbreaker? after all Thor's talk abt bein over his ex-weapon, smh

"The Space Viking and his girl, born from Eternity." i adore that line sm, wow

OMG IS HER NAME LOVE? HER NAME IS LOVE. THAT'S PERFECT

haha, Louis Despocito

Credits

ngl i expected the GotG to show up more for some reason

ugh not him. well, i was right. he's not dead

dude You Are a joke

Hercules??? well ig we know who our nxt villain will be, tho he seems a bit low lvl, so maybe he's a starter villian for Love

glow dust. it's Jodie Fonda ain't it. it is!

Heimdall!! HI BABE

she's in the land of the gods! knew it!

THOR WILL RETURN

Movie End

some thoughts are i like how it began w losin a daughter and ended w gainin one, it's sweet, poetic in a way ion understand ig

there was no Loki T-T i miss him, he would influence Love in the worst way possible and i want it

the beginning was kinda awkward but Thor was also especially awkward so it's fine, he was overcompensating, it's understandable

i can see ppl complainin abt how this movie serves "romantic love fixes all!" bc i legit jus saw s/o complainin abt it. and maybe it does? but so what. Thor's loves love and in the end, he ended up w a daughter

THE DAUGHTER. UGH. i love Love, she's great

SHE BETTER SHOW UP IN LATER MOVIES W LIKE TOM!PETER AND HARLEY AND CASSIE AND KAMALA OK? OK

THEYRE THE NXT GEN THEYRE THE NXT GEN THEYRE THE NXT GEN

i didn't like Jane in the first 2 movies- tbh i barely rmbr the first 2 movies -but i adore her now. i'm wonderin if the final scene was a hint at her comin back or Marvel jus tellin us where she ended up and that she is OK

Axl intrigued me. there was no mention of it, but i wonder if he's trans

first of all, the only experience i've had w the name Astrid is from HTTYD and searchin feminine names

secondly, when i changed my name, i also looked at bands lmfao

i really like how it was dealt w too, tho i wonder - if Axl is trans - if Thor knew of him prior. bc he didn't care when Valkyrie said he was Heimdall's son, only that Axl wanted to change his name

DARCY DIDNT SAY BYE TO JANE THATS SAD

all in all, i adore it and ion get why i saw so many bad reviews. there was personality in these movies, compared to the first 2 Thors

i hold it to equal height to Thor: Ragnarok and the only way it could've been better was if Loki was there- or Sylvi!

#Thor: Love and Thunder #TLAT #Axl Rose #Thor #movie review #Jane Foster #Jodie Fonda #Valkyrie #Thor: Love and Thunder spoilers

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earliebirb · 3 years

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Steve not noticing that he goes into Tony kisses withdrawals when Tony’s away, but the rest of the team do. Like a first if Tony is out for a day or two and Steve doesn’t get his morning kiss he’s grumpy until after lunch, so the team introduces secret “Tony is away” brunch protocols, to get it over faster. After 4 days he’s moping unless he’s training or out with friends so it’s bootcamp/friend fieldtrips time.

2 weeks where he’s not on a mission and Tony’s out of the country and so busy he can barely video chat? The rest of the team sequesters him to the couch with ice cream and tv shows that Steve would like but aren’t on the “only watch first with Tony” list.

(The list includes all Star Wars’ and Treks, LoTR, Ghibli movies, and Die Hards. Steve can watch Mike Schur shows and Game of Thrones. While Disney movies and Romcoms are allowed by Tony without him, they are banned by the team cuz Steve starts crying during them at this point in the withdrawal process)

Eventually the team just kidnaps and throws him into a Quinjet and has him surprise Tony in his hotel after 3 weeks of no Tony and no mission calls. He is intolerably whiny, has grown his depression beard, and keeps calling the president, Fury, and other country’s heads of state to see if there’s aliens attacking.

LOOK LISTEN THE FIRST TIME I RECEIVED THIS ASK I WAS LIKE WOW ARE WE THE SAME PERSON??? Because Steve-suffering-from-Tony-withdrawal is also a personal headcanon of mine that I've carried in my head for years. It's my Favorite. This ask is very fun and made me laugh a lot and I love it very, very much. Keep your brilliant ideas coming, Anon. I really love them. (I am very sorry for taking a century to go through all of them 😔) Also, since it's Steve's birthday (shhh I'm not late, what are you talking about, shhhhh), I decided to develop this lovely idea and turn it into a birthday fic! I hope you like it! 🤍

let the heart grow fonder

steve/tony, birthday fluff, established relationship, 1174 words

“Was the flight really worth it? A few more days and I would’ve been home anyway.”

“Yeah.” Steve noses the back of his ear and Tony shivers. “But I would’ve been all alone on my birthday.”

“You would hardly be alone. There’s the whole team, and besides— The entire country would practically be celebrating your birthday. Fireworks, barbecues, the whole nine yards.”

“Not the same,” Steve insists stubbornly. Tony sees Steve cupping his hands to gather some water from in front of Tony’s chest before dumping it on Tony’s head. Closing his eyes, Tony lets the warm water seep into his hair and trickle down his face, neck, and back.

He opens his eyes when he feels Steve’s fingers sweeping his hair away from his forehead. “I would trade all of it for a day of doing nothing with my fella.”

“Sweet talker.” Tony huffs.

“‘S true.” Steve punctuates his statement with a kiss on Tony’s shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“‘S all your fault. You’re the one who was gone for a ridiculously long time.”

“Honey, trust me, if I had the choice I would much rather stay at home with you.”

Steve sighs, the sound echoing in the bathroom. “I know.”

This time, Tony cups his hands together, gathering a mountain of soapsuds. He blows on it, sending suds and bubbles flying.

“Nat told me all about it, you know.”

“About what?” Steve asks, his luscious beard tickling Tony’s temple.

“About the depression beard. All your sulking and moping. And whining.”

“I did no such things. The beard is me… trying out a new look.”

Tony snorts. “And crying.”

“Natasha’s a lying liar,” Steve grumbles, hiding his face in Tony’s hair.

“Come on, which movie was it?”

Steve stays silent. With his movements hidden by the soapy water, Tony pokes Steve’s side stealthily.

“Ah!” Steve yelps.

“Which movie was it, baby?”

Steve huffs, resting his forehead against the back of Tony’s skull.

And then, finally:

“Dumbo,” Steve mumbles in defeat. Tony snickers.

“Oh, honey. You’re such a softie.” Tony sighs fondly as he leans back, letting more of his weight rest against Steve’s body. He lets out a delighted hum when Steve welcomes the extra weight by snaking an arm around his waist.

“No judging,” Steve whines, and Tony grins when he can hear the pout in his voice. “You’d been gone for two weeks by then and I really missed you. Besides, you have no room to talk. Remember The Fox and the Hound?”

“Please. That’s totally different.” Tony rolls his eyes. “Anyone who doesn’t cry at The Fox and the Hound is a monster.”

Submerged up to his shoulders in warm water and pressed up against his naked husband, Tony feels well-rested and content in a way he hadn’t been for the past few weeks.

Still, they only have a few days left before they have to leave for New York, so they should probably make good use of what little time they have left in Milan.

“I wanna take you to this really beautiful restaurant for your birthday dinner. Super romantic. We could get a private table. You’d love it.”

“Yeah?” Tony feels Steve’s hand stroking up and down his stomach.

“Mm-hm. We should probably get out soon. Get dressed. Look presentable,” Tony says, resting his head back on one of Steve’s shoulders and looking up at him.

Steve looks down at him, his unfairly long lashes wet and clumped together. For a moment, he simply stares back at Tony silently.

“What?” Tony eventually says, unable to withstand the silent scrutiny. He breaks eye contact and lifts one of his feet up and out of the water just because he can, just for something to do.

Tony watches his own foot hover above the surface of the water for a few seconds before another hairy leg breaks the surface of the water. The bigger foot settles on top of Tony’s hovering one until his leg buckles under the weight, sending the two left feet plunging back into the water.

“Rude,” Tony remarks with a frown, turning back to stare up at Steve again.

Steve is already looking at him, almost as if he never looked away in the first place.

“What?”

“Would you be mad at me,” Steve begins, one of his hands reaching up to bury itself in Tony’s damp hair, fingers lightly scratching his scalp, “if I said I’d much prefer it if we stayed in tonight and ordered room service?”

Tony leans back, incredulous. “Room service?”

Steve nods.

“For your birthday dinner?”

He nods again.

“Why?”

Steve shrugs, disturbing the water slightly with the movement. “I mean, I didn’t exactly fly all the way to Italy for the food.”

Tony softens and tries in vain to hold back his smile.

“Yeah?”

An answering smile blooms on Steve’s face. He leans in to nudge Tony’s nose affectionately with his own. “Uh-huh.”

“What did you come here for then?” Tony asks, voice dangerously low and eyes never leaving Steve’s.

“Oh.” Steve quirks an eyebrow. “Keep looking at me like that and I may just skip the room service and go straight for dessert.”

Tony smirks devilishly. “What’s stopping you?”

Blinking rapidly, Steve swallows. “Yeah?”

“I mean, you are the birthday boy.” Tony strokes the line of Steve’s throat with the back of his fingertips and watches in glee as the man shivers.

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Steve leans in close and—

“Actually, it’s me. I’m stopping you. I’m really craving some lasagna right now.”

Initially headed for Tony’s lips, Steve changes course and buries his face in Tony’s neck with a guttural groan.

“Sweetheart. You’re not making things easy for me.”

Tony chuckles. “Nothing about me is easy, honey. I’m a challenge.”

“But it’s my birthday,” Steve complains, voice muffled.

“You got off an eight-hour flight, got to the hotel, and immediately napped for four hours. You haven’t had a proper meal.”

“I ate on the plane.”

“No, we need to get you some proper Italian food. Hearty, heartwarming, fulfilling.”

“Food is just food. I just wanna have you.”

“Um, excuse me? That is deeply insulting. Authentic Italian food is not just food, it’s an experience.”

“I wanna have the Tony experience.”

“You’ll get the Tony experience after you have a proper meal. Look, we can order room service, but we can’t skip dinner.”

“Fine,” Steve grumbles, face finally emerging from its hiding place. “But can we stay like this for another fifteen minutes?”

Tony settles back against Steve’s chest and lets Steve pull him close. “Of course, birthday boy.”

Steve hums contentedly, resting his chin on the crown of Tony’s head. “You make me really happy, sweetheart. I love you.”

Tony feels Steve’s fingers interlocking on top of his stomach. He looks down, spotting the wedding ring worn on Steve’s ring finger, one that he knows is engraved with his own handwriting.

The image of the ring is distorted by the water, but still, it glints golden. Tony smiles to himself.

“I love you, too, honey. Happy birthday.”

#stevetony #stevetony fic #stony #stony fic #superhusbands #steve/tony #steve x tony #mine #earl wrote something #happy birthday steve #earl answers #anonymous #stevetony chatter

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Wanda x reader x Vision

After Wanda and Y/N's newly discovered pregnancies, the three had decided to call Westview's doctor for a home visit.

Doctor Neilson was a balding man, who's opinions were on the misogynistic side.

"Yep! Definitely pregnant. Both of you." The doctor determined after having pressed a stethoscope to both women's stomachs.

"Believe it or not, we actually figured that out already," Y/N said, shaking her head once the man's back was to her.

"This has just kinda taken us by surprise," Wanda explained, one hand clutching Visions and the other on Y/N's thigh.

"It's just kinda sudden. Quite suddenly, wasn't it. I mean, practically overnight. I mean, how did this even happen?" Vision stammered, causing the doctor to stare at him blankly.

"You see when a man, a woman, and a woman love each other very much."

"Well, we're just tickled pink or blue!" Wanda joked, interrupting the doctor, as the three rose from the couch.

"You're at about four months now. Is that accurate for the two of you?" He asked, receiving nods from both women. "I thought as much. We like to let the little ladies keep tabs on their growing babes with fruit." Neilson told Vision. "Makes it simple for them. At four months, the fetus is about as big as a pear. At five months, papaya. Six grapefruit, seven pineapple, and eight honeydew."

"So we both have pears?" Y/N questioned.

"You both have pears." The doctor confirmed with a nod. "The three of you must have been planning for months to sync the pregnancies up like this." He added with a chuckle.

"Hypothetically speaking, what size fruit would it be at say twelve hours?" Vision asked, causing the doctor to blanch.

"Pardon? Twelve hours?"

"Well, I think this line of questioning is fruitless." Wanda cut in with a forced polite laugh as she moved to stand beside the doctor.

"Hypothetically speaking, should we be concerned?" Vision asked, rounding the back of the couch, holding Y/N's hand in his.

"Hypothetically speaking, every new father-to-be gets nervous." The doctor patronized, slapping a hand on Vision's neck.

"Well, I have nerves of steel, so there goes your theory, Mr. Doctor." Vision said, pulling away from the man.

"Vis, why don't you see the doctor out?" Y/N suggested, wrapping her arm around her husband's waist.

"That sounds like a great idea." Wanda agreed, nodding at the two with a smile.

"Of course." Vision nodded. "Thank you so much for dropping by Doctor Neilson." He said, leading the doctor out of the house as Wanda and Y/N smiled at one another.

"Well, I'm just glad you caught me in time." The doctor commented once outside. "I'm taking the wife on vacation this afternoon."

"Oh, well, I hope you have a nice holiday," Vision told the man. "Hey, Herb!" Vision called to their neighbor.

"Listen, can you keep the news of the girls, you know, just between us?" Vision asked the doctor. "It's that everything's happening so quickly, and we'd like to keep the news just in the family now."

"Of course. Mum's the word." The doctor assured. "I'm off! Bermuda, baby!"

"Yes." Vision waved Neilson off before he was distracted by the loud sound of machinery to his right. "Hey Herb, I think you might've taken the hedge-trimming a little too far there, old chum!" Vision joked, watching as his friend cut into his brick wall.

"So, I have." Herb laughed, continuing his brickwork. "Thanks, buddy."

"Yeah, don't mention it." Vision said slowly, gnawing on his lip before turning away. "Huh. Darlings, the strangest thing just happened outside with, whoa Nelly!" Vision exclaimed when his wives turned around. "Are you both bigger?"

Wanda turned to look at her stomach but knocked the fruit bowl as she tried.

Vision sped over and caught the fruit before it hit the ground.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, looking down.

"I can't actually tell from this angle," Wanda said, gazing down.

"I can't even see my feet." Y/N sighed, looking up and at Wanda's own stomach. "Oh, God." She said, causing Wanda to look up.

"Yeah, we could be a little bigger." Wanda nodded, seeing the size of Y/N's stomach.

"I can't wait to be a proud papaya." Vision joked, proudly holding up the papaya.

"Not one of your best, Vis," Wanda told him with a grin.

"Ah, so you're admitting I'm funny?" Vision asked as Y/N took the fruit out of his hand and moved towards the kitchen.

"I don't think she ever said that." Y/N teased as Wanda followed her and stole the papaya out of her hands. "I'm not even sure those words have ever been uttered before."

"I've heard you laugh at my jokes before. At least once."

"That's because we didn't want to make you feel bad," Wanda said, cutting the papaya into small chunks.

"The first lesson we'll ever teach you, little ones, is to pretend that your daddy is funny," Y/N said to her bump, one hand on Wanda's.

"That seems rather dramatic, don't you think, darling?"

"No." Both women responded teasingly.

"You know what we should start soon?" Wanda questioned. "A nursery."

"I've noticed there are a large number of stores in the town square that cater towards babies and first-time parents." Vision informed the two.

"That's great! Perhaps we could go after lunch." Wanda suggested, snacking on the fruit before her.

"We'll need to make a list," Y/N suggested as she made herself a sandwich. "Of furniture, clothing, books, everything we'll need."

"I could write the list while you and Wanda have lunch." Vision proposed.

"That sounds like a plan." Wanda smiled at him sweetly.

"I'm gonna make myself a coffee first. Do you want a tea, Wand?" Y/N asked, grabbing a coffee cup.

"You might want to make a tea for yourself," Wanda said. "We can't have coffee while we're pregnant."

"None at all?" Y/N asked with wide eyes, causing both partners to nod. "You are so lucky I love you, little one," Y/N said to her bump.

Hours later, the three of you had returned from your shopping trip and were beginning to set up the nursery.

Vision was sat on the rocking chair, reading one of the many books on pregnancy he'd bought. Y/N was organizing the boxes of baby clothes, all of which everyone agreed they'd needed. And Wanda was using her magic to set up the rest of the room.

The three of you had had a long conversation about the theme of the nursery, which room they would have, and whether or not you would need one or two. Eventually, the three of you had come to an agreement on the nursery's theme. And you had all decided that the babies could share a nursery.

"Nesting, the overwhelming urge during pregnancy to clean, organize and prepare the home for the new baby." Vision read.

"See? You're an expert already. We've got nothing to worry about." Wanda assured, floating a mobile out of its box.

"We have nothing to worry about? We have two babies due at the same time." Y/N said, folding a purple baby grow. "They're gonna team up against us."

"We also have to worry about morning sickness, mood swings, aching backs and feet." Vision read before jumping out of the chair. "Darlings, you should probably sit down."

"Don't be silly. We're fine." Y/N soothed the android. "Women do this all the time. This is a natural part of life."

"We're excited, Vis," Wanda said as Y/N moved to stand beside her. "There's no morning sickness or mood swings, just excitement. And happiness, and, oh!" Wanda gasped. Y/N's stomach had brushed against hers, and suddenly, both women felt kicking.

"Kicking already?" Vision asked, dropping his book and pressing one hand to each woman's belly.

"It feels so weird. In a good way." Y/N smiled her hand atop Visions.

"It's kind of fluttery." Wanda giggled, her eyes shining with happiness.

After Wanda said that, the three noticed a quiet flapping sound in the room and turned to see the butterfly mobile had turned into real butterflies.

"Did I do that? I didn't mean to." Wanda said as Y/N reached out for a blue butterfly.

"Uh? Darling?" Vision asked, leaning his nose out, where an orange butterfly sat. "Hello, little fella." Vision chuckled as Wanda moved it off his face. "Well, if that was the first kick," He started as Wanda opened the window, and Y/N caused a gentle breeze to push the insects from the room. "That puts you two at about six months!" Vision gasped.

"And I thought you had super speed," Y/N commented, closing the window.

"I just can't keep up." Vision sighed. "Please don't misinterpret." He said as Wanda moved to stand before him. "I can't wait to meet you, little Billy!" He cooed, leaning down to Wanda's stomach.

"Billy?" Wanda asked, her nose scrunching up.

"Yeah. I just figured with two pregnancies, the odds of having a boy are at fifty percent." Vision informed her.

"Well, I was just thinking Tommy for a boy. You know, a nice classical, all-American name." Wanda explained.

"Yeah, Tommy, but there's also Billy, isn't there?" Vision said, causing Y/N to giggle.

"After Shakesphere?" Y/N questioned, raising a brow.

"Of course! You know, "All the world's a stage. All the men and women, merely players." Vision quoted.

"Well, I guess there's only one solution. Leave it to Y/N," Wanda said, and the two turned to the woman who raised her hands.

"I like both names," Y/N said sagely. "But if it's a girl. I like Luna." She told the two.

"Well, we ought to decide soon. I estimate the babies are due, it's not a constant progression, assumingly logarithmic, but were I to graph the fetal development thus far," Vision muttered to himself while Y/N and Wanda shared fruit out of a bowl.

"They're going to be here before you figure it out," Wanda informed their husband.

"Nearest I can conclude is that Luna and Billy,"

"Luna and Tommy."

"Are due Friday afternoon." Vision concluded, looking slightly scared at the revelation.

"In three days?" Y/N gasped, eyes wide.

"Maybe we should sit down," Wanda said, rushing out to the living room with Y/N and Vision at her side.

Wanda and Y/N sat at the kitchen island, nursing cups of tea (to Y/n's disgruntlement) while Vision sat at the dining table, a baby doll in front of him.

"I think we have an understanding." Vision said, staring the doll down. "Start the clock." Vision stated, setting the toy down, and when Wanda pressed the timer, he began to change it at rapid speed. "Done!" He announced, raising his hands.

"A new personal best!" Y/N announced with a grin as Wanda clapped.

"Yes!" Vision exclaimed proudly. "We are nothing if not prepared."

"Ooh!" Wanda gasped, her hand flying to her engorged belly.

"Sweetheart?"

"Darling?"

"Do any of your books talk about this?" Wanda asked, gently rubbing her bump. "It's not painful, but it's strange."

"A tightening sensation?" Vision asked, grabbing a nearby book and flipping through the pages.

"Yep, that's it."

"Yes. Where was it? Where was it? Aha! "Braxton Hicks contractions, also known as false labor, usually starts in the third trimester. Named after John Braxton Hicks in 1875." Vision began to recite.

"Sweetheart." Y/N cut him off as Wanda stared at him unimpressed.

"Sorry." Vision apologized. "Are you feeling any similar sensations Y/N?" Vision asked, rising to his feet as Y/N nodded.

"I just thought it was the baby moving," Y/N told her partners.

"This is excellent! This gives us a chance to work on our breathing exercises." Vision said, now standing before both his wife's. "It should go like this." He added before demonstrating the breathing pattern.

Both women copied his breathing a couple of times, but it didn't work.

"I can still feel it," Wanda told him.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh!" Y/N gasped, her hand clutching onto the counter tightly as the room began to heat up.

"Honey, turning it up a bit too high," Wanda said, fanning herself at the sudden temperature rise.

"I'm sorry, I just got so warm all of a sudden," Y/N said, wiping her forehead.

"Many women experience a change in temperature during pregnancy." Vision said before Wanda let out a loud grunt.

And that was the chaos began.

The kitchen tap began to run on high, the lights flickered, the fridge rattled, and the washing machine shook. All the while, the temperature remained ungodly warm.

"What the Dickens?"

"Oh, it's so warm."

"What is going on?"

"I think we should perhaps abandon the kitchen." Vision suggested, grabbing both women's hands and pulling them out of the moving kitchen.

The three made it into the dining room when the lights began to get brighter and brighter until they all burst.

The three were now standing back to back, hands raised and ready to defend themselves when everything got quiet.

"It stopped," Wanda whispered, afraid if she spoke too loudly, it would start again.

"Good," Y/N said as her body temperature and the room got cooler.

"I'll go check on the neighbors." Vision volunteered before rushing from the house.

As it turns out, the neighborhood did experience the after-effects of the women's contractions.

The weather had changed from a spring day to what felt more like a summer's day.

And many homes had lost their power.

"It appears the whole block is out." Vision informed the two as he reentered the house. "Oh, and be prepared to hear about the abnormal weather change."

"And all that was just from fake contractions." Wanda shook her head.

"Who knows what damage we'll cause when the show really gets rolling?" Y/N asked rhetorically.

"Do you think they know it's our fault?" Wanda asked Vision.

"Our neighbors?" Vision confirmed.

"Well, yes. With all the close calls we've been having, it seems the people of Westview are always on the verge of discovering our secret." Wanda explained, causing both her partners to stop.

"Yes, I know what you mean." Vision murmured.

"But it's more than that, isn't it?" Y/N wondered as she and Vision sat beside Wanda on the couch.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hart with dinner. Outside with Herb." Vision mused.

"The thing with Dottie," Y/N added.

"I think there's something wrong here, darlings," Vision told his wives.

"I don't think you're wrong." Y/N agreed while Wanda stared between the two.

"Yes, I know what you mean." Vision murmured. "The truth is, we are in uncharted waters." He said as he and Y/N sat beside Wanda on the couch. "And you know what? I am as anxious as you both."

"We just don't know what to expect," Wanda said, getting nods from both her partners.

"Nope." Vision agreed.

"Will they be human or come out red and gold?" Y/N asked, causing Wanda to smile. "Or will they be a bit of both?"

"If they're anything like their mothers Luna and Billy will be perfect." Vision promised.

"You mean Tommy." Wanda corrected with a smirk.

"Maybe."

Before the argument over baby names could continue, Wanda let out a loud gasp, causing Vision and Y/N to jump to their feet.

"Oh no, darling, are you all right?" Vision gasped, staring at Wanda with panic in his eyes.

"This is a real one!" Wanda exclaimed, leaning back on the couch.

"What?"

"I thought you said Friday afternoon!" Wanda demanded as Y/N kneeled in front of her placed a hand on Wanda's bump.

"Well, I didn't consider that the timings between developmental benchmarks could be quite random!" Vision defended himself as he began to float in the middle of the living room.

"Both of you need to calm down!" Y/N snapped, rubbing Wanda's stomach gently. "Breathe, both of you." She added before demonstrating the breathing techniques Vision had taught them.

Wanda began to follow along, and when both women turned to face him, Vision copied them.

As he centered himself, Vision was able to control his flight and stand on his own two feet. Wanda and Y/N, who needed help up, moved to stand in front of their husband took one of his hands each.

"Better?" Wanda asked, pressing Vision's hand to her stomach.

"Yes, darling, thank you, it's passing." Vision nodded as lightning cracked, and it began to pour in the living room.

"Oh, that's me." Y/N gasped, looking down. "I think my water broke."

"What?" Wanda and Vision gasped, now both soaked from head to toe.

"Why didn't you say you were feeling contractions?" Vision demanded as he pulled both women under a table.

"I wasn't!" Y/N exclaimed before letting out a whine, hand flying to her stomach. "I was fine until I touched Wanda's stomach!" She cried as Wanda took her hand and squeezed it gently.

"Do you think the babies are connected?" Wanda asked as Vision gently placed his hand on Y/N's stomach.

"There is a great possibility." Vision nodded. "It would explain why both pregnancies have been moving at the same rate." He said. "I'm sorry, but is there any chance you could stop the rain, please, darling?"

"I think I'm the one causing this now," Wanda said. "My waters broke."

"Well, I was just reading about the advantages of water birth." Vision joked.

Y/N crawled from under the table, and while knelt on the floor, she flicked her wrists and stopped the water flow.

"Oh, thank goodness." Wanda sighed.

"Let me help you up, dears." Vision said, crawling out of the table and helping both women to stand. "There we are."

"Oh, what a mess." Wanda gasped at the ruined furniture.

Wanda caused the sliding doors to fling open, and Y/N created a wind to dry off the three and their home.

"That's much better." Vision commented. Before he could say another word, both Y/N and Wanda were letting out groans and curling over, causing him to rush forward.

"Sweetheart, do you think it's time to,"

"Call the doctor." Vision nodded, rushing into the kitchen while Y/N pushed Wanda into a chair and sat herself.

"Yeah."

"Yes, I do, dear." Vision said, picking up the phone before slamming it down in anger. "Damn, the phones are down, too. I better run." He said, rushing towards the dining room. "Except he might have already left for vacation."

"What now?"

"At a time like this?"

"Well, in fairness, darlings, the babies are approximately nine months early." Vision tried to soothe the women. "I better leg it. Will you be alright?"

"Yeah." Wanda nodded, breathing heavily through her nose.

"Y/N?"

"We'll look after each," Y/N said with a nod.

"I will be back as soon as I can." Vision promised, pressing a kiss to both women's temples before speeding out of the house.

"Disguise!" Y/N and Wanda called, but Vision was already gone.

"You two really know how to make an entrance, huh?" Y/N joked before a chittering sound caused her to freeze.

"That's coming from the nursery," Wanda whispered, slowly rising to her feet and beginning to make her way to the room.

"Why are you going towards the scary noise?" Y/N quietly asked as she followed after her wife.

The two were slowly tiptoeing towards the room, barely breathing, as they tried to catch sight of the noisemaker.

DING DONG!

The doorbell rang loudly, causing both Y/N and Wanda to jump.

"Don't!" Y/N stopped her wife from getting the door. "No-one knows about this." She said quietly, gesturing to their bumps.

"Oh shoot!" Wanda sighed, rushing to the coat closest and causing two overcoats to float out.

When both women's bumps were significantly covered, Wanda opened the door to reveal Geraldine standing there with a smile.

"Wanda, Y/N, what's up?" She asked, looking the two up and down. "It's one hundred and ten degrees out. Are you making a fashion statement? Didn't you feel the temperature rise?" Geraldine asked, making her way into the house.

"Hi, Geraldine. You know, now is not really a good time." Wanda said apologetically.

"No, no, no, they're foxy. You'll have to let me borrow it sometime. Both of 'em." Geraldine said, talking about the coats both women were wearing. "But first, I gotta borrow a bucket."

"A bucket?" Y/N asked, cocking her head.

"Not to wear, to use." She clarified. "Somehow, all the pipes in my ceiling burst at once, and I gotta bail myself out," Geraldine told the two.

"I think you'll need more than one," Y/N commented.

"Just stay right here," Wanda told the woman. "We might have a couple in the kitchen. Y/N a little help?"

"Of course." Y/N nodded before the two ran off into the kitchen.

"I think they're just under the sink!" Wanda called before letting out a little scream at a painful contraction.

"Guys?"

"Everything's fine!" Y/N called out as Wanda's and her coat changed. "Just stay there!"

"Are you alright in there?" Geraldine asked.

"Yes! Everything's fine!" Wanda called.

"We're just looking!" Y/N added before letting out a loud grunt at her own contraction.

"I'll come help!" Geraldine offered, and Y/N and Wanda could hear her footsteps rushing towards them.

"No!" The two exclaimed.

"No, thank you." Wanda corrected, pulling off her coat, urging Y/N to do the same, and covering her stomach with a fruit bowl.

Geraldine entered the kitchen and made a beeline to the supply cupboard while Y/N grabbed a book from the counter and hid her stomach.

"Would you look at that?" Geraldine asked, turning to face the married women.

"What?"

"Fruit." Geraldine grinned, walking towards Wanda's fruit bowl. "Thank you!" She said, taking an apple and throwing it to herself.

"Well, good luck with the leak," Wanda said as she and Y/N attempted to usher Geraldine out of the house.

"Oh, thank, oh! Say girls, I have got a question for you two!" Geraldine said, moving to the couch. "You know how I've been working that temp job, right?" She wondered, taking a seat. "Well, my boss, Mr. Haddox, he was going crazy yesterday." She began to recount, but neither woman could focus on her words.

Neither woman could focus on Geraldine because right behind her, a stork was stalking around the room.

"Oh, look at me going on and on like you got all the time in the world." Geraldine sighed as she rose to her feet. "Let me go on and get out,"

"Wait, no!" Wanda exclaimed before Geraldine could turn around.

"Tell us all about the temp job!" Y/N demanded.

"There's my girls!" Geraldine smiled, sitting back down. "So yesterday, my boss, Mr. Haddox, was going crazy working on the new slogan for that new breakfast cereal. You know, the one with the little marshmallow moon men?"

"Yeah, of course." Y/N absent-mindedly agreed as she stared at the stork, walking around the living room.

"Right, so it's about ten minutes before the big presentation, and Mr. Haddox has got nothin'. Nothin', that is, except the worst case of hiccups I ever did see." Geraldine continued her story as Wanda tried to vanish the stork.

But nothing happened. The stork didn't disappear in the cloud of red smoke. Instead, the bird flapped its wings almost angrily at the attempt.

"I'm telling you he couldn't get one word out, let a whole pitch." Geraldine laughed. "So I'm trying every trick in the book to help this poor man. I'm hidin' behind filing cabinets and jumpin' out when he least expects it, like, boo!" She exclaimed, causing Y/N to jump and Wanda to scream as she threw an orange at the stork.

"Jesus, you two." Geraldine sighed, clapping a hand to her chest.

The stork had run away after Wanda threw fruit at it, but it was now making loud chipering noises, causing Geraldine to jump to her feet.

"What was that?" Geraldine demanded, looking around the room fearfully.

"What was what?" Y/N deflected, tilting her head to the side.

"Did you not hear that?"

"I don't think I heard anything. Did you, Wanda?"

"No."

"It was like a chattering sound, like, um," Geraldine tried to explain.

"Oh, like a" Wanda made a chittering sound herself. "That was our new icemaker built right into the fridge." She lied.

Geraldine turned to face the kitchen before turning back with a smile.

"Oh! You're fancy." Geraldine complimented, settling back into her seat as Wanda and Y/N chuckled nervously. "Let me get back to this story." She said before launching back into her recount.

It was getter harder for Y/N and Wanda to hide the fact they were in labor. Both women were stifling grunts and whimpers, only managing to do so by clutching the other's hand tightly.

Vision had to be back soon, right?

"So now, at this point, I am helping Mr. Haddox do a handstand under the water cooler because you know why not try a little upside-down action. Drink those hiccups away. And wouldn't you know it, at that moment, in walks the client?"

"Oh no." Y/N gasped as the stork reentered the room.

"Oh yes. Oh yes." Geraldine nodded, oblivious to the bird beside her. "But you know me, girls, I keep my cool no matter what's goin' down. And I look at the client, and I look at Mr. Haddox's feet floating in the air next to me, and I look back to the client, and I say, "Gravity Os, launch into your day, the right way." Geraldine explains with a cackle, not noticing the stork pecking at her fish pants. At her loud laugh and her shifting her legs, the stork runs away, back into the nursery.

"Oh, thank you!" Wanda laughs in relief as Y/N sank back into her chair with a sigh.

"Yeah, and that's what Mr. Haddox said right before he told me to clean out my desk," Geraldine said, taking a bite of her apple.

"Oh, Geraldine." Wanda gasped.

"Surely he didn't fire you?" Y/N asked, shaking her head at the idea.

Despite neither woman really listening to Geraldine's story, she was still their friend. And they would hate for her to be disappointed like that.

"Oh, sugars." Geraldine sighed before a grin fought its way onto her face. "He hired me!" She exclaimed.

"Oh!"

"Congratulations!"

"I landed a promotion!" Geraldine reiterated, standing with a wide smile. "And now that I've gone all corporate, I need some office supplies. Which brings me to my question. Do ya'll still keep those in your spare room?" She asked, moving towards the old spare room, now nursery.

As Geraldine moved towards the open room, Y/N and Wanda jumped to their feet, Wanda putting her fruit bowl down and Y/N dropping her book.

"Because I was hoping you wouldn't mind sharing with your good friend," Geraldine said, entering the nursery. The nursery where the stork had hidden.

"Is that what I think it is?" The woman asked, staring around the room with wide eyes.

"A stork, yes, we can explain," Wanda said but came up blank with an explanation.

"No, the cribs!" Geraldine exclaimed, looking at the two cribs with a smile.

But she never got her answer. Not that she really needed one as Y/N and Wanda let out loud grunts of pain.

"Oh shoot! I think it's time!" Y/N gasped, her hands flying to her bump as she hyperventilated.

"The babies are coming." Wanda panted.

"You're pregnant? You're both pregnant?" Geraldine asked, staring at her friend's now exposed stomachs in shock.

"Oh God, where's Vis?"

Vision was still running around town. One thing he'd forgotten to do before having left home was to check for Dr. Neilson's address.

Dr. Neilson was still at home, dressed for his vacation but under the hood of his car.

"Ow!" Neilson grunted after he hit his head on the bonnet. "Bermuda awaits, and my car decides to poop out right at this moment." He sighed before slamming the bonnet down.

Before the doctor could further complain about the situation, the man jumped into the air as Vision appeared before him.

"Mr. Vision!" He gasped. "Is everything okay with the wives?"

"Yes. Yes, very much so. So long as we hurry." Vision said, grabbing Neilson's arm and hoisting him onto his back.

Without another word, Vision was running home, Neilson secured on his back, not noticing the fact that Dr. Neilson's wife had been sitting in the car.

"But Stan! What about my brand new two-piece?" His wife yelled. But she was talking to no-one.

Vision was already rushing her husband to his home, a home where he would soon be able to meet his children.

Back at said home, Geraldine was panicking. She had had no idea that her friends were pregnant, and now they were about to give birth.

"Okay, Wanda, I'm gonna get you to the living room. Y/N, I'll be right back." Geraldine promised, taking Wanda's arm and pulling it around her shoulders.

"No worries, I'll be fine. I'll just try not to pop the kid out in here." Y/N grunted, sinking down onto the floor as her wife was pulled out of the room.

"Let's get you comfortable," Geraldine said, grabbing pillow's on the couch and attempting to set it up as Wanda sunk onto the floor.

"I think I'm just going to lay down right here." Wanda panted, making herself comfortable on the floor. "Where's Y/N?" Wanda gasped.

"I'm getting her now. I'll be right back." Geraldine promised, propping pillows under Wanda's head before rushing back into the nursery. "Let's get you up, Y/N." She said, gently pulling Y/N to her feet as the woman groaned.

"With Wanda. I need to be next to Wanda." Y/N said through gritted teeth.

Geraldine didn't question Y/N's request as she laid Y/N next to her wife, assuming both women were feeling quite frightened at the moment.

And while that was true, there was something else drawing them together.

The babies in their wombs seemed to be drawn to one another. The babies were connected. And even now, as they were so close to entering the world, they wanted to be near each other.

They needed to be near each other.

"Where's Vision?" Geraldine demanded as she grabbed pillows for Y/N.

"He ran to get the doctor," Wanda explained as the vacuum began to run in the background.

"He'll be here soon," Y/N added with a grunt.

"There's not enough time for that!" Geraldine denied. "You know the breathing, right?" She asked as she began to run around the house. "Girls, I can't hear you!"

But neither woman could respond as the pain was becoming blinding. And it wasn't like Geraldine would be able to hear over the chaos happening around them.

Photo frames were spinning, the fire was roaring, a violent wind was making its way through the house, and both women were screaming.

Geraldine hadn't noticed any of the noise until she was rushing back into the living room and a light fixture crashed onto the table.

"I may be late to the party, but I imagine there is a logical explanation for this," Geraldine said, sitting before the women with a bucket and blankets.

"Oh, it's all perfectly natural!"

"Just like this! Everything's fine!"

"Hey, hey, hey. You are doing great." Geraldine assured. "You are doing great. The two of you are doing amazing. Look at me. Look at me." She demanded before demonstrating the breathing techniques.

"Wanda, I can't do this," Y/N grunted.

"What? No, because if you can't do this, I can't do this. And we're too close to turn back now." Wanda said, reaching over and blindly taking Y/N's hand.

"I'll say it's too late because it's time to start pushing," Geraldine said.

"What?" Both women gasped.

"Wanda, you're crowning," Geraldine informed her. "Are you ready? You're ready. Push. Push, Wanda, push." She cheered as Wanda squeezed Y/N's hand tightly and screamed.

The house was alive as Wanda pushed, and her screams seemed to drown out the chaos in the house as everything reached its craziest.

And when Wanda stopped screaming, and the house went quiet, a new set of cries permeated the walls.

"It's a boy," Geraldine informed the woman as she wrapped the baby up.

"Oh, hi." Wanda cooed as the baby was placed in her arms.

"Oh, Wanda, he's perfect." Y/n smiled, reaching over to grab his little hand.

Before either of you could say another word, the front door was slammed open, and Vision was now standing in the living room with Neilson behind him.

"Did I miss it all?" Vision asked, staring at his wives.

"Nope, you're just in time," Y/N grunted. "Please, someone tell me it's time." She begged.

"I think you're ready to push." Geraldine checked, causing Vision to rush to kneel between his wives and the doctor to move into action.

Y/N's labor was much less chaotic than Wanda's. The only side effect that happened was the wind that rushed through the house before their daughter was born.

"She's gorgeous." Wanda smiled as the baby was bundled up and placed in Y/N's arms.

"Hey, Doc, why don't you help me out in the kitchen there?" Geraldine suggested, wanting to give the three a moment of privacy.

"Everything's happened so fast today. It's like I've been flying." The doctor said as he followed the woman out of the room.

"Well done, girls." Vision said, brushing hair off both women's faces.

"Don't you want to meet your children as yourself?" Wanda suggested. Vision quickly looked around before dropping his disguise.

"You're so strong." Wanda cooed as she handed Vision the boy.

"Do you want to hold her?" Y/N offered their daughter to her wife.

"I'd love to hold, Luna," Wanda said, causing Y/N to smile.

"Hello there, little Tommy." Vision cooed at the little boy in his arms.

"Tommy?"

"Yes, Tommy." Vision smiled, causing both Wanda and Y/N to smile at him before Wanda let out another scream.

"What?" Y/N and Vision exclaimed, staring at Wanda in shock.

Vision handed Tommy to Y/N and rushed to lift Wanda's skirt.

"Oh! Good heavens! There's another baby coming!" Vision cried.

"Billy?" Wanda exclaimed as she handed Luna over to Y/N and began to grunt as the urge to push grew stronger.

"Push, sweetheart, push!"

"Thirty fingers and thirty toes." Nielson commended thirty minutes after the birth of the three children.

Because of Billy's surprise entrance, Neilson had had to triple check that both women were okay and that there would be no more surprises that day.

He had made sure there were no more children on their way any time soon, that Y/N and Wanda could both feed all three babies and that they were both recovering well.

Now Wanda, Vision, and Neilson were each holding one of the babies ea while Y/N lay on the couch, exhausted after the day.

"You've got two healthy baby boys and one healthy little girl on your hands." Neilson complimented.

"Thank you, doctor." Wanda smiled, rocking Tommy in her arms.

"And thank you, young lady," Neilson said, turning to Geraldine with a smile. "I think you might have what it takes to be a nurse."

"Allow me to walk you out, doctor." Vision murmured, putting Luna into her bassinet and taking Billy from the doctor's arms and putting in the bassinet beside her.

"Oh, all right. As long as we actually walk this time." He said, causing a sleepy smile to appear on Y/N's face.

"We do owe you a debt of gratitude," Wanda said as she neared the bassinets.

"Big-time," Y/N murmured.

Well, doctor Neilson, I hope you're still able to make your trip." Vision said, leading the doctor out of his home.

"Ah yes, my trip. I don't we'll get away after all." Neilson admitted with a sigh. "Small towns, you know. So hard to... escape." He said, more to himself, before leaving Vision standing alone.

"Yeah." Vision shook his head before turning back to his home. He was about to reenter the house when he overheard Herb and Agnes hissing to each other.

"What is she doing in there?"

"I don't know."

"Howdy neighbors!" Vision called, causing both people to turn and wave quickly.

"Hey!"

"Howdy!" Agnes called before turning back to Herb. "Did you see her go in?"

"She just went right in."

Vision's curiosity was peaked. Which she were his neighbors talking about?

"Remarkable day we're having, no?" Vision asked, walking over to the two. "Did you lose power too?" He questioned Agnes.

"Oh, sure did." Agnes nodded with a sigh before plastering on a grin. "But, Ralph looks better in the dark, so I'm not complaining."

"Hi, Herb." Vision said, looking at the man strangely.

"Hey, buddy." Herb nodded quickly, lowering his hand just as fast. Both Agnes and Herb were looking at him nervously, and it was unsettling Vision.

"Well, I'll just get back to the girls." He excused himself, turning away.

"Vision!" Agnes called, forcing him to turn back. "Is Geraldine inside your house?" She asked, shifting uncomfortably.

"Yes. Why?"

"Why are you not tired?" Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into the couch cushions.

"I must just be special," Wanda said, hinting at her powers.

"Not fair."

"Go to sleep, sweetheart," Wanda said, brushing hair off Y/N's face.

"No, I want to stay up."

"You're exhausted, Y/N. Go to sleep. I'll wake you if the babies cry." Wanda promised.

"Okay. I'll just rest my eyes." Y/N nodded, closing her eyes. Wanda gently pressed her fingertips to Y/N's temple and helped her to sleep. Ensuring that she only had good dreams as she slept.

"I gotta say, you two are such strong ladies." Geraldine complimented as Wanda moved back to the bassinets.

"Oh." Wanda tutted, waving the compliment off.

"Can you believe it? Twin boys and a little girl! You know they're going to be the most overprotective brothers when they're older." Geraldine said, causing Wanda to freeze.

Distant memories, memories Wanda had forced to the back of her mind, were resurfacing. Memories of her own twin.

Her own overprotective twin.

"I'm a twin," Wanda mentioned, eyes glazed over. "I had a brother. His name was Pietro." Wanda said, her accent slipping on his name. Wanda turned to stare back at her children with a smile before she began to sing a familiar lullaby. A lullaby her mother had sung to her and Pietro.

"He was killed by Ultron," Geraldine said, causing Wanda to freeze. "Wasn't he?"

"What did you say?" Wanda demanded as a single tear slid down her cheek.

"She's new to town. Brand new." Herb told Vision.

"There's no family. No husband." Agnes added.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Vision said with a shrug.

"No home," Agnes told him.

"What?"

"What did you just say?" Wanda asked, staring at Geraldine blankly.

"I said, you're such strong ladies," Geraldine repeated. "Should I say it one more time for good measure?" She asked, moving towards the couch. Where Y/N was still sleeping, unbeknownst to what was happening.

"Don't go near her." Wanda snapped, stopping Geraldine in her tracks. "What did you say about Pietro?"

"Pietro?" Geraldine questioned, tilting her head in confusion. "Hey, I'll take a shift rocking the babies." She offered, beginning to move closer to the bassinets when the babies started to cry.

"No, I think you should leave." Wanda shook her head, blocking the bassinets from her view.

"Oh, Wanda, don't be like that," Geraldine said, staring at Wanda as if she were the crazy one.

"What do you mean she has no home?" Vision demanded, moving towards his neighbors.

"She came here because." Herb tried to say but couldn't finish his own sentence. "She came here because we're all,"

"She came here because we're all what? What're you trying to tell me?" Vision asked, staring at the two in confusion.

"What is that?" Wanda asked, staring at the pendant around Geraldine's neck.

"What?"

"That," Wanda said as Geraldine held the pendant between her fingers. "That symbol."

"I uh, I'm," Geraldine stuttered, looking towards Y/N, hoping the woman would help her.

"Who are you?" Wanda demanded, moving to block her wife from Geraldine's gaze.

"I don't,"

"She came here because we're all," Herb began to say but stopped when Agnes spun to face him.

"Stop it!" She hissed, staring at him with scared eyes.

"Who are you?" Wanda repeated, staring at the woman in anger.

"Wanda." Geraldine shook her head as she began to take a step back. "I'm. Wanda, I'm," Geraldine stuttered, unable to tell her.

"Well, I better get going. That macrame's not gonna hitch itself!" Agnes said with a smile as she grabbed her bike. She gave Vision a wink as she rang the bell before rushing away.

"Herb?" Vision asked, raising an eyebrow.

Vision wasn't going to back down. He needed answers, but Herb wasn't willing to give them.

"Catch you on the flip side, Vision," Herb said, grabbing his trimmers and rushing back into his home.

Without a second thought, Vision rushed back into his house, his disguise dropping when the door shut behind him.

"Wanda? Where's Geraldine?" Vision asked, rounding the couch to stand beside a sleeping Y/N.

"Oh, she left, honey," Wanda told him, not turning around to face him. "She had to rush home." She added, continuing to rock the babies with a blank face.

Miles away from the Vision home, on the outskirts of Westview, there was a loud crackling that ripped through the air.

The crackling continued until Geraldine was thrown through the electric barrier, and she landed on the ground with a crash.

Within seconds Geraldine's prone body was surrounded by loud noises, and a light covered her form.

She was surrounded.

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Indruck 22 for the meet uglies?

Here you go! I went SFW on this one

you’re on a date with this awful, awful person who keeps getting under my skin because my friend and I have been eavesdropping all night and your date says something that makes me snap … I thought it was a first date, not a three year relationship

“...such a waste of money. I mean, why spend all that to get something tacky on your skin?”

Indrid rolls his eyes at Barclay from across the counter of the Amnesty Lodge coffee shop, the cooks arms and hands sporting a plethora of tattoos rivaled only by Indrid’s collection.

“I dunno, l like the one I got.” The other man--who seems to be on the worst first date of his life--shrugs.

“You honestly think you and Juno couldn’t have spent that money on something else in college?”

“I mean maybe but, uh, we were earnin our own cash, figured we got to decide what to spend it on.”

“Hmmmm” the first guy sips his coffee, “sounds like a typical excuse for someone who doesn’t want to admit a mistake.”

“C’mon, that ain’t fair-”

“Ugh, stop saying ain’t! I can’t take someone who talks like that to meet my family.” Before the target of his disdain can respond, he snaps his fingers, “hey, buddy, can I get a refill or what?”

“The station for black coffee refills is right there, sir.” Barclay indicates the very obvious corner of dispensers, his voice the kind of calm that Indrid knows means he’s memorizing this guys face to warn other staff about.

They earn a brief reprieve while The Asshole leaves the table. When he returns, he’s shaking his head.

“God, have you looked at the photos they’ve got up? Who the fuck wants to look at bones?”

Indrid quickly glances at his friend to be sure he’s permitted to start a fight. Barclay nods.

“Quite a lot of people.” Indrid spins on his stool. “I’ve sold a number of them just from the display here. So perhaps you could keep your rude, unclultured, close-minded, obnoxious mouth shut.”

The man balks, looks to his companion for help. He offers none, mouth trying to form words and only coming out with halves of ones (except for the “fucks” which are plentiful).

“Oh my fucking god, you agree with him! That’s it, I’m out.” The Asshole pushes back from the table and storms out. The remaining man leaps up, panicked.

“Fuck.”

“It’s okay man, shitty first dates happen to all of us.” Barclay offers from beside the bakery case.

“I mean yeah, they do, but that wasn’t one of ‘em. That was my boyfriend of three fuckin years.” He dashes out of the shop, sparing a final glare at Indrid as he does.

Indrid trades a sheepish look with his friend, “Oops.”

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“I’m glad you finally get to meet Duck!” Aubrey grins over her shoulder as she and Indrid wind down the hall at the office Kepler magazine.

Founded by childhood friends, Kepler worked a combination of print and video content that saw its subscribers and revenue climb while other publications struggled to stay afloat. Aubrey was head of the video team, though she contributed content to the magazine in the form of interviews about environmental activists of color and sustainable gift guides.

Kepler has three sections: travel, science, and environmental writing. Indrid now has the honor of being one of their primary photographers. He started two weeks ago and is thoroughly enjoying his work and the company of the other staff. The only person he’s yet to meet is Duck Newton, one of the founders and main reporters, as he was off on an assignment.

Aubrey knocks, gets a friendly “come in” and ushers Indrid into the office.

Looking at him from behind the desk is The Asshole’s Boyfriend, whose face goes from open and friendly to confused, then to perturbed.

“You okay?”

“I, uh, fuck, n-ye.” Duck sighs, “remember how I told you Alex and I split after a shitty date in a coffee shop?” He points at Indrid, “this was the fella who, uh, expedited the process.”

“Ohhhh.” Aubrey frowns, then shrugs with a smile, “whelp, he’s our new photographer. We’ll see you around.” She hurries them outside once more, shutting the doors. As they head back the way they came, she whispers, “his ex was a huge fucking dick, so if word gets out everyone is gonna think you’re a fucking hero.”

“He didn’t seem to see it that way.”

“It was only a few weeks ago, so it’s still pretty fresh. He’ll heal from it okay, Duck’s a tough cookie. And I’m sure you guys’ll get along eventually.”

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“Juno, please, you gotta come with me.”

“I would bud, except it’s April and I’s fifth wedding anniversary that weekend. And no, we already have plans, so we can’t just take over this assignment as part of the celebration.”

“Fuck” Duck leans back in his chair.

“...You really asked everyone?”

“Ye-no, fuck-”

“Duck.”

“I ain’t asked Indrid yet.”

“There it is.” Juno smirks, “you gotta ask; besides, we were gonna have him do illustrations for the feature, but photos would be even better. And we both know it ain’t his fault y’all broke up.”

Duck nods, promises to ask Indrid after lunch. He finds the photographer flipping through his files from his shoot for next issues cover. His silver hair is pulled back, red glasses sitting on the desk beside him so he can gauge color correctly.

Duck kind of wants to pull the silver locks just to see what happens. It’s not his fault Indrid looks like his Sophomore roommate who he had a raging crush on, only with more tattoos and a much more captivating face. Pity he helped fuck up Duck’s last chance at a stable relationship.

“Hey, Indrid, you got a minute?”

The photographer cocks his head.

“I, uh, so we got a feature on this whole chunk of places touting themselves as ‘sustainable romantic getaways. I booked a bunch of places, but a lot of ‘em will turn me away if I turn up solo. And the person I was supposed to go with ain’t an option any more. Neither is anyone else. You get my drift?”

Indrid pinches the bridge of his nose, “you realize this is a terrible idea, yes?”

“Hey, we been workin together just fine. Ain’t we? Wait, fuck, I ain’t been treatin you bad even when I’m tryin to be professional, am I?”

“No, you’ve been perfectly polite. But there’s a world of difference between being cordial in an office and going on what’s functionally a vacation together.”

Duck crosses his arms, “I ain’t about to lose eight hundred bucks in deposits.”

Indrid blinks, then chuckles, “Fair. What day do we leave?”

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The temperature rises and the air dries as they speed south on Five. Indrid fiddles with games on his phone as cover for the list of “will this be a disaster or not” he’s mentally constructing. So far the signs are positive; Duck isn’t very chatty, but neither is Indrid. They have similar tastes in music, which makes much more sense when Duck explains he was a burn-out in high school. He also isn’t agitated by Indrid stimming, which makes it easier for the photographer to relax and enjoy the drive.

But they haven’t spoken about the elephant in the car, and Indrid resolves not to be the first to do so. No point in poking the sore spot if he doesn’t have to.

They stop at a Sinclair for gas. Duck reaches into his glovebox for something as Indrid climbs out, comes away with a photo instead. It’s one of those ones from a photobooth, faded but unmistakably him and his ex. His face falls for a second and Indrid scurries into the Dairy Queen attached to the convenience store.

As he waits in line, he turns one fact over in his mind like a picture he’s trying to make sense of; it would be easier to let their awkward first meeting go if he did not genuinely like the other man. He’s charming, in a quiet way, and very friendly. He’s built like the guys Indrid always got useless crushes on in college, usually third tier frat boys or--if he was lucky--a bear a few years older than him who liked his men on the odd side.

He doesn’t like seeing Duck sad. The sadness isn’t something he can fix. The stalemate between these two facts annoy the living hell out of him.

He’s next in line, glances up to confirm what he wants, and gets an idea. Last week, he overheard Duck talking with Aubrey about roadtrip snacks of their youth.

“One chocolate dipped cone, on me.” He holds the treat out to the other man.

“Oh. Uh, thanks. These are my favorite from when I was a kid.” Duck’s smile returns.

“I remembered. Or, ah, that is, I remembered you saying that.”

The smile changes, “you didn’t need to.”

“I wanted to. Shall we?”

“Yep. Uh, you gonna be able to drive and eat that at the same time?”

“Do not doubt my ability to consume ice cream under difficult circumstances, Duck Newton.”

They make it to their first stop unscathed. It’s what Duck refers to as, “eco-bespoke,” a fancy spa and hotel built in a former school, the kind that was made in an era of beautiful instead of grim educational architecture.

“Goats!” Indrid claps his hands, delighted, at the two animals stabled near the main building. One of it’s supposed sustainable elements is the small farm that helps feed the on-site restaurant. Duck smirks and Indrid suddenly feels the gulf in their upbringings, “Ah, I suppose they’re not exciting to someone who grew up in a rural town.”

“Nah, but they’re damn cute.” Duck checks the tag on their room keys, “okay, we’re in the green building, room 2B.”

Indrid snaps some photos as they cross the grounds, more to remind himself of things he wants to come back to later than anything else. He’s busy studying a strange mark on the wall by their door when Duck says, “I can sleep on the floor.”

“Why--oh” he stares at the single bed, “in retrospect, we should have seen this coming.”

“Yeah.” Duck drops his bag near the closet, slides the door to look for spare linens. Indrid summons his courage, finds it lacking, and so bolsters it with nonchalance.

“It’s a king, we could easily share.”

“You’d, uh, you’d be okay with that?”

“It is only narrow definitions of masculinity that mean something like sharing a bed is inherently sexual.”

He’s not entirely sure that made sense, but Duck nods, “You want the right side or left?”

“Right, please.”

“Great. And, uh, Indrid? Thanks for rollin with all this. I, uh, I know it’s fuckin weird but this is a huge feature for the magazine and we woulda been fucked if we had to pull it.”

Indrid gingerly sits on his side of the bed, “You’re welcome. And I don;t know about you, but” he smiles, catches Duck watching him intently in the mirror, “I’m enjoying myself so far.”

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“Why has an activity that renders one incapable of using their thighs been deemed ‘romantic?” Indrid mumbles, face-down on the bed to offer his burning legs relief.

“Fuck if I know.” Duck groans as he sits next to him, “Kinda fun, but if I was doin this to get you in bed, I’d be fucked.”

“I am in bed” Indrid teases.

“And if I tried to put the moves of you you’d toss me outta it. Assumin I could even move myself that close.” Duck nudges him, then clears his throat, “uh, I mean, not like we’d be doin that-”

“Nono, point taken.” Indrid rolls over. The horseback ride was one of the “couples exclusives;” a trot out to a beautiful oasis for a gourmet picnic. Indrid got some excellent shots, including one of Duck with honeycomb dripping down his chin, which he will not be offering up to editors but may keep for himself. For it’s beautiful composition, of course.

Mercifully, their next stop is the pool. Indrid settles himself in the hot tub while Duck types some notes on his phone. Then his friend doffs his bathrobe and Indrid may as well be in a dream. In the steaming, echoing paradise of multi-colored tile and ecstatic shouts, Duck stands like one of the angelic fountains at its heart has come to life.

“You okay there, ‘Drid?”

“Yes.” He hopes his lack of glasses means Duck will mistake his blatant staring for trying to get his vision in focus.

“Then scoot your cu--uh, your butt over so I can sit down.”

Indrid gladly moves aside, finds he’s so comfortable with Duck pressed against him that he begins nodding off in the warm lull of the water. When the other man nudges him, saying it’s time to go, he finds a strong arm draped over his shoulder and Duck’s smile the most relaxed it’s been all trip.

Their last task at this location is to locate the speakeasy somewhere on the premises and order the “lovers delight” (only available to couples). To do so, they follow clues purple light bulbs, doors that lead to tiny, art-filled rooms, secret staircases, and a false supply closet to a dark wooded, dimly lit, incredibly pleasant bar looking out over the property. The drink turns out to be a massive goblet (more a bowl that someone stuck on a stem) of ginger syrup, prickly pear juice, and silver tequila.

It also turns out to be incredibly strong. So much so that when they get back to the room, Indrid loses his balance getting his shoes off, which makes Duck laugh, which results in both of them flopping onto the bed.

“S’fun. You’re, you’re real good at the clues. Should, should go to an escape room when we get home.”

“Wasn’t, hic, that hard. They, they want, hic, want you to find it.”

“Take the compliment, goofus” Duck pushes his shoulder.

“You’re, hic, the goofus.”

“Nuh uh.” Duck sticks his tongue out. Indrid does the same, then licks his cheek just to hear him laugh.

Duck rolls onto his back, giggles dying down to a contemplative sigh, “He woulda hated this.”

“Your ex?” Indrid crawls to stay close to him.

“Yeah. Everythin I like, or, or thought was fun, he thought it was a waste of time or just plain worthless. He, he wasn’t like that at the start. Dunno what changed. Probably me. Probably got borin. Got worse.”

Indrid is not so drunk that he believes he can fix this. But he’s just drunk enough to stroke Duck’s cheek and murmur, “No. Nono, hic, you’re th’best.”

He doesn’t remember falling asleep after that, but he must have, because his phone is beeping at them to get up and face the day. They do so with to-go coffees in one hand and their bags in the other, neither speaking of the night before until Indrid has turned the car into deeper desert.

“Sorry for gettin on a thing about Alex last night.”

“It was a three year relationship; goodness knows you’re allowed to have feelings about it.”

“Even relief?”

Indrid glances at him, “Of course.”

His friend leans back in his seat, sipping from his travel mug, “That’s half the reason I been in such a funk. I feel like I oughta be sad, then I feel guilty for the fact I’m relieved instead. But if I really was that unhappy in it, why did I hang around so long? Maybe that was the best I deserved, y’know?”

“I know the feeling, yes, but I can’t say I agree with your statement. You deserve someone who sees you for who you are and adores it, not someone who loved what you once were and became bitter when you grew.”

Duck looks at the console between them, at Indrid’s chipped black nails and the hand he hopes isn’t shaking. He squeezes it a moment longer than necessary, “Thanks, ‘Drid. It’s nice to hear that from someone who’s still gettin to know me. Juno and them, they’re my friends, I know they’re in my corner but, uh, sometimes I worry that anyone new is gonna find me dull or somethin like that.”

“I’m sure some people would, just as some take one look at me and decide I’m a weirdo who they don’t want to deal with. But I can say with certainty that I don’t find you that way.”

Duck grins all the way to their destination. It’s a quirky trailer park full of amenities and built mostly from salvaged materials, doing it’s best to run off the grid. It also gives each trailer a theme, and Indrid flaps his hands when he sees they’ve been booked in the “The Cramps” themed one.

“Hell yeah.” Duck mirrors his excitement as they open the door. Their haven from the desert sun is full of kitschy horror artifacts and a much smaller bed than the previous spot. There’s no debate this time; Indrid settles on the right, Duck on the left, and they settle in for a nap before venturing out to work.

They take in the bar, the arcade, the mini-golf course, and the “couples supply room” (“damn, didn’t know they made eggnog scented massage oil” “ooh, I like how that smells”), but Duck turns out to be most excited to rent a stargazing kit and guide Indrid out into the dark desert. They’re on their backs, shoulder to shoulder and munching chocolate covered fruit, when he discovers the source of his glee.

“There!” Duck points to a crackling streak of silver.

“A meteor” Indrid wiggles happily as a second one speeds through his view.

“It’s the Perseids, and this is a damn good place to watch ‘em. Look, there’s another one.” He’s breathless each time and Indrid’s heart threatens to beat hard enough to crack the earth at the sound.

“Did you ever wish on stars when you were little?”

“Yep. Never asked for much worth notin, though I’m pretty sure I wished once to just wake up and be a boy. Or, uh, guess for everyone to see me as one. What about you?”

“I wished...I wished for someone to do things like this with, some who’d kiss me and tell me that they didn’t need to wish because what they wanted was right here.. I love the world, I want to see so much of it, that’s half the reason I chose my profession.. But when I was young I thought I’d be with someone when I did. I thought it was easy to find that kind of love. To be worthy of it.”

“Hey now” Duck rolls onto his side. He’s backlit by the moon, meteors zipping behind him as if they, just like Indrid, are pulled to him, “what happened to all the stuff you said in the car about deservin someone who adores you?”

“It’s easy to apply such things to you, harder to believe them about myself.”

“How come?”

“Because you are everything a sensible person could want in a man and I am not.”

“That’s where you’re wrong” He sets a hand next to Indrid’s shoulder, “Can think of at least one sensible fella who wants to get to know you a whole hell of a lot.”

“He’ll get to know me plenty, we’re co-workers.”

“There are different kinds of gettin to know someone.” Duck dips down, brushes their noses together, “for instance, the last few days I’ve gotten to know you’re a damn good travel companion and that Ned was smart to hire you. But I’ve also gotten to know there’s some things about you I really wanna know.”

“Such as?” Indrid’s fingers find Duck’s sides.

“Such as whether you wanna go on a date with me when we get back. No assignment, just the two of us gettin some time together.”

“I want nothing more.” He leans up to kiss him, feels him shudder happily when their lips meet. Indrid wonders how long it’s been since someone kissed Duck like they meant it, and resolves to make up any deficits with an enthusiasm that would put horny eighteen year olds to shame.

Indrid nips Ducks ear, “you know, were it not for the threat of mosquitos and scorpions, I’d suggest we make good use of the non-food items in that basket.”

Ducks grin lights Indrid up like a comet, “Then howsabout we go test just how conducive our trailer is to romance?”

Indrid kisses him adoringly, “Lead on, sweetheart; I’ll follow you anywhere.”

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Did Fate Screw Us?

Summary: Everyone has a Soul Mark. Yours just happens to make you miserable. Your brother, Ken, tries to make it better, but between work and having to care for your siblings, telling Tooru Oikawa that you’re his soulmate really isn’t on your agenda.

TW: Mentions of animal abuse, child neglect, there’s some swearing, a little bit of angst.

A/N: This was supposed to be a cute little one-shot, but it’s over five thousand words and there’s some angst, but it has a happy ending I swear!

You stared down at the tattoo that wove it's way up your arm, the turquoise and white and a strange shade of brown all interwoven and twisted together, coming to a stop right above your heart in a ball of tangled colors.

It was your Soul Mark, a permanent tattoo everyone got when they turned ten years old. Yours was different from everyone else's though. Most people had a small bracelet tattoo over their veins, others had a small ball above their heart like the one where your tattoo ended. Others even had tattoos that covered their entire hands.

Yours though, yours went from the tips of your fingers all the way up your arm, over your shoulder, before sliming to a ball over your heart, whorls and smears of ink that covered your skin.

Your mother had cried the first time she had seen it, but had never told you why.

You had figured it out, years later, in history class.

The bigger the mark, the more skin that was covered, the harder the relationship would be.

You had started to hate the mark after you figured that out. You had thought maybe fate had screwed up somehow.

Even the universe could make mistakes right?

But then you saw him for the first time.

Tooru Oikawa, an amazing setter.

You had gone to the same middle school, and you'd seen him around in the halls. You had seen him smiling at a pretty girl in your last year there. Everyone was figuring out who their soulmates were, getting crushes and getting over the whole cooties phase.

He was attractive, he was smart, he was an athlete. He was everything society wanted him to be. Except for his mark.

He had always seemed do proud of it, despite it's size, the white and turquoise curled around a color the same shade as your eyes.

You had seen his mark, looked down at yours, and immediately known what was going on.

You hadn't talked to him though, you had realized, even at such a young age, that he was going to be great, that he was going to do amazing things, and that you would only distract him

You had started to cover your mark up, getting up early to cover it completely in concealer, wearing a sweater in the winters as an excuse.

You thought that after middle school you wouldn't have to worry about it.

But then you walked into class on your first day of high school at Seijoh.

He was right there, sitting in class with Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa.

He'd glanced up at you when you walked in, before going back to talking to Iwaizumi, tattoo on full display.

You kept your head down, you went through the motions, you avoided him whenever possible.

Until the next year, when your brother, Kentarou, joined the volleyball team.

Kentarou, as much as he looked like a delinquent, was a good kid. He was scary looking, but he was sweet, and he always had a hug for you when you needed one.

Which was more often than you would've liked to admit.

"Ken, you need to stop forgetting your phone," you chided as you handed your baby brother his phone. "What if Kaida needs us and I don't answer?"

"I know, I'm sorry, I thought I put it in my bag this morning," he grumbled, taking a drink from his water bottle.

"Just . . . try to remember okay?" you asked, moving your head to look at him.

"Alright," he mumbled.

"Good boy," you teased, ruffling his hair.

"Stop that," he hissed. "You'll get that skin shit in my hair."

"It's called concealer, dumbass, and no I won't."

"Is Kyouken-chan willingly being touched by someone?" a voice cooed, and you tensed when you saw Oikawa step towards you.

"Who's your friend Kyoutani?" Iwaizumi asked, looking at you.

"My sister. Kyoutani (Y/F/N)."

"You two look nothing alike," Iwaizumi said, glancing between the two of you.

"Ken looks like our father, I got more of our mother's looks," you said, trying to act like you weren't being drawn to the setter, like your entire being wasn't aching to be nearer to him.

He was looking at you quizzically, before his eyes darted to your hand, then back to your eyes.

"Remember to text me when you get home," you told Kentarou. "Oh, and I'll be late again tonight because I have a shift at the shelter. Make sure to feed the dogs, and get Kaida to bed on time or so help me, I will ground the both of you."

"I will," Ken hissed.

You nodded to Oikawa and Iwaizumi, walking as slowly as you could manage towards the gym doors.

Once the door was safely shut and you were far enough away, you crouched by the lockers, taking deep breaths.

He must've felt the pull. He must've. There was no way he didn't know now. All your hard work, down the drain just because your little brother forgot his phone.

What if he wanted to talk to you? What if he wanted to try and make something work? What if he wanted to be with you?

"I have to get out of here," you muttered, bolting for the entrance to the school.

________________________________ Your panic subsided when you went to school the next day and Oikawa didn't try to talk to you. Kentarou had remembered everything so you didn't need to track him down, so it was a good day.

Until you got to work.

"We have a new arrival," you supervisor told you.

"Uh oh, that doesn't sound good."

"Well, they don't seem to be taking very well to any of our other members. I figured if anyone could get him to calm down, it was you."

"Breed?"

"From what we can tell, a Pitbull Great Dane mix. Cops raided a dog fighting ring."

"Poor babies."

"They found four litters of puppies. Three with six and one with eight."

You shook your head.

Despicable.

"Here he is."

"Oh, poor baby," you cooed, taking in the light brown dog as he trembled in the corner of his kennel. "Hey there fella," you said softly. "Is he violent?"

"Nope, go right ahead," your supervisor said, leaving you to do your job.

"Hey, it's okay," you murmured, stepping inside, shutting the door, leaning against it.

The dog reminded you of someone, with it soft brown eyes and lighter colored fur, but you couldn't place who.

"It's okay," you promised. "I'm not going to hurt you. See? No sharp sticks or shocking guns. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you. I know that it's loud in here."

You slowly stretched your hand out so he could sniff it, watching for signs of aggression. You had enough bite marks to know that sometimes random little things triggered a dog.

No sudden movements and you would probably be fine, but you wanted to make sure.

Slowly, the dog lifted it's head, stretching out it's neck to sniff your hand, licking your palm lightly.\

"There you go. See? I'm not going to hurt you," you said calmly, moving to rub his head softly.

His hackles raised slightly and you drew back.

"Okay, no touching yet, that's okay, we can work up to that," you said.

"Did you get him to calm down?"

"Yeah, but warn everyone not to touch him, he got a little agitated," you told your boss when he came back ten minutes later.

"Do you want this one?"

"If you wouldn't mind giving it to me, yes. I want to make sure he's safe before we give him to a family."

"So he's your responsibility when you're one shift now."

"Alright. Can you get me a harness?"

__________________________ As soon as you stepped through the door after your shift, your little sister Kaida was throwing herself into your legs.

"(Y/F/N)! You're home!"

"Hello little dragon, have you eaten?"

"Sort of, I made myself a sandwich when I got home, but Ken isn't home yet."

"Alright, did you do your homework?"

"Yes," she said proudly showing you her scribbled on math homework.

"Good girl," you cooed. "Go watch some TV while I start dinner, yeah?"

"Alright!"

You smiled fondly as she bolted to the living room.

At nine years old, your sister had the same coarse, frizzy hair of your brother, and she wore braids most of the time to control it, but when she got home for the day they came out. She was such a bubbly person, especially for someone her age, and she made you smile everyday.

You found a pot and filled it with water, digging out a box of pasta.

The door slamming twenty minutes later signaled Ken's return and you smiled at him when he threw his bag down.

"How was your day?"

"Long," he grumbled, moving to the living room, probably in search of Kaida.

He came back in five minutes later and said, "I know you worked today, go sit down, it's my day to cook dinner anyway."

"Thank you," you told him, snatching the brush he had in his hands.

He grunted, moving around the kitchen, taking over.

"Kaida, come here, I'll help you with your hair," you called, and she plopped herself in your lap eagerly.

"You're much better at this than Ken," she told you, making you laugh when Ken made a protest in the kitchen.

"Ken tries his best but he doesn't understand how it feels to have your hair pulled."

You quickly worked your way through her hair, letting it calm you as well as her. She told you about her day, and about how she had met this really cute boy on the way home that had just moved into the neighborhood.

"His name's Takeru Oikawa!"

Ken dropped something in the kitchen and you dropped the brush you were holding.

Your brother knew Oikawa was your soulmate, and you had both agreed to keep it between the two of you until you were ready to face it.

"Ken, are you alright in there?"

"No," he snapped, stepping into the living room.

"What did you drop?"

"I'm not hurt," he told you, waving you away when you rushed over.

"What's with the reaction?" she asked, turning to look at you both.

"We . . . we might go to school with a family member of his," you said. "Did he mention someone named Tooru?"

"Yeah, that's his uncle."

You let out a breath, picking up the brush.

"Sorry we freaked you out baby," you murmured, running the brush through her hair again.

"It's okay," she replied, leaning back into you.

"If you want, you can invite him out for a playdate," you told her.

"We said we'd walk home with each other," she said.

A lot of the kids in the neighborhood walked to school together in big groups, kids who's parents worked early or had older siblings that couldn't take them.

"Okay sweetheart."

"When's Mommy coming home?"

"Late, sweetpea," Ken told her. "She's taking another shift at the hospital this month."

"Oh," Kaida said, deflating a little.

"Dad said that he could take you this weekend if you wanted," you told her, making her perk up.

"Really?"

"Yep, do you wanna go?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she shouted.

"Okay, go call him," you said, smiling at her enthusiasm.

"You work too hard," Ken mumbled when he sat down. "You look tired."

"I'm fine," you assured him. "Besides, there's a new dog! I think you'd like him."

Ken nodded, slumping onto your shoulder.

"You really should talk to him."

You opened your mouth to argue, but Ken interjected.

"I know I say a lot of shit about him, but he is a good guy, and I think he'd be good for you. I also think he deserves to know."

"He's not going to want me Ken," you said. "He's going to take one look at me and this mark and he is going to laugh and walk away."

"Not everyone is Mom and Dad," Ken grunted.

"I know that," you snapped, then winced. "I know that, but . . . I also know how much he loves volleyball. I know how hard he pushes himself to do better, be better. I'm not . . . I'm not the kind of person he's going to want, or the person he needs."

"You're soulmates, if anyone is made for him, it's you!"

"Mom and Dad were made for each other," you reminded him. "Mom and Dad were soulmates and look how they turned out. Not to mention Grandma and Pops!"

Ken sighed.

"Just . . . think about it please. He wants to know you. All he talks about is how amazing they're going to be and how beautiful they are. He doesn't even know it's you."

"Ken, if he knew me, he'd hate me."

"If he did then he'd be missing out on a lot."

"Ken, you're required to say that."

"I'm not. I'm telling the truth."

You rolled your eyes, but patted his knee.

"Get back in the kitchen, you're gonna burn dinner." ____________________________

A few more weeks went by, and everything was good.

Kaida and Takeru were fast friends, and when she wasn't playing with him, she had gotten hooked on volleyball, just like her brother.

Takeru had taken a liking to your house as well, so there was more giggling going on now.

It made you happy that she had such a good friend, someone that made her smile like that. She had never had many friends.

"Kaida, I want you to remember that I have to work tonight, and that Ken is picking you up, alright?"

"Okie dokie!" she said, dashing into the community center where she was learning to play volleyball with Takeru.

As soon as you got to the shelter you headed for Kuma, the mix that had come in. He still really only liked you, but that was okay.

"Hey big fella!" you said when you walked into his cage.

He had really come out of his shell, he liked the friendlier dogs, and you had brought Ken in, so he was okay with someone other than you.

He didn't like cats, but he didn't seem to mind little children.

"You wanna go for a run?" you asked, holding the harness in your hand.

He jumped and gave a happy little noise that you took as a yes.

Kuma was only about a year and a half old, and he still had the energy of a puppy.

"Okay boy, come on," you cooed, hooking the harness on, opening the door. "I'll be back in twenty minutes!"

You loved going on runs with Kuma, one because no one gave you any problems, two because it gave you the exercise that you missed out on in school. You took the job in lieu of a club, and this gave you the exercise.

"Hey (Y/F/N)!"

"Ken? What are you doing out here?"

"The team is on a run," he said, crouching to pet Kuma, who licked his face. "I saw you and bolted ahead."

He was right, the rest of the boys seemed to be catching up to him and Kuma looked at them excitedly.

He was becoming much more friendly with other people as long as they didn't work at the kennel.

"That's a big dog," Iwaizumi muttered when he slowed down. "Is that yours?"

"No, he's a new rescue that came in earlier this month. This is Kuma, and he's a very good boy."

Iwaizumi let the dog sniff his hand and laughed, rubbing his ears.

"You two need to stop rushing ahead," Oikawa chided, bent over his knees panting.

"Kyoutani was the one that ran off yelling! I wanted to make sure he wasn't gonna deck some poor soul."

"I'm not that bad," Ken muttered.

"Puppy!" Oikawa shouted when he straightened. "Can I pet him?"

"Yes," you said, after making sure his yell didn't startle the poor dog.

"What's his name?"

"Kuma, for now, but when he gets adopted they might change it," you said, scratching his back lovingly.

"(Y/F/N), let's be real here, if you have it your way, you'll be bringing him home," Ken mumbled.

"And that wouldn't be a bad thing. I'd feel better knowing that you and Kaida weren't home all alone with two little terriers as protection," you snapped. "Especially since Takeru has been coming over! No one would ever really wanna mess with you, would they baby?" you asked, cooing to the dog, who licked your cheek.

"How do you know my nephew?" Oikawa asked, suddenly straightening.

"Your nephew is now my d-" you paused, catching yourself. "My little sister's new best friend. Kaida Kyoutani?"

"Shittykawa, how did you not put that together?" Iwaizumi asked.

"They look nothing alike!"

"Bullshit," Ken coughed, glancing at you.

Your wrist buzzed and you sighed.

"Great, now I get to go get mauled by a bunch of five-year-old's and a bunch of five month old puppies," you moaned, waving your brother off Kuma. "Come on boy, let's head back. Remember Ken, you have to pick Kaida up. Mom won't be home tonight, she's pulling a double shift, and Dad said he might stop by. Pops is coming by on Saturday to see us, and I want the house cleaned before then because you know how Pops gets. I feel like I'm forgetting something."

"Homework, food, and bills."

"Bingo," you said, snapping your figners. "God I hate my life," you muttered. "See you later little brother. Come on Kuma, let's get back," you said, breaking into a sprint towards the shelter.

_________________________________ "I'm late, I'm late, I'm so fucking late!" you muttered, rushing through the halls to get to your first class, ignoring the weird stares and murmurs you were getting.

You, Ken, Kaida, Takeru, and Tooru, had somehow managed to get wrangled into a movie night.

Oikawa had dropped his nephew off, and then gotten sucked into the chaos with you and your brother.

Ken was right, he was a good guy, but he had kept staring at you.

You had felt the pull all night, and you had tried to act normal, but something was off.

You were trying to ignore the way you thought he was cute curled up with your sister and his nephew, the way the dogs were at his feet, tails wagging.

He was attractive, and he was smart, and funny, and good with kids and dogs, and he was determined. He was everything you would ever want . . . but were you?

Were you all he would ever want?

The thought kept you awake through the movie, and once you had fallen asleep, you were dead to the world.

You had stayed up so late that you had slept through your first alarm, then your second, and then your third. You had barely managed to get the other two out the door, and you had completely forgotten about yourself until you got halfway out the door before you realized you were still in your pajamas.

You were late to first period, your mark wasn't covered, and Kyoutani didn't have his books for his third period class.

You were this close to a mental breakdown and it showed.

"Are you alright?" Oikawa asked quietly when you snuck into your seat.

"No," you muttered, stuffing your hand into the folds of your skirt to try and cover the mark.

He kept quiet for the rest of class, but he was waiting for you after class ended.

"Do you need to talk about it?" he asked.

"Talk about what?" you asked, heading for your brother's classroom.

"About how you're raising your brother and sister."

"No," you replied. "I'm handling it."

Oikawa arched an eyebrow and scanned you.

"This doesn't happen every day," you assured him, carding your hand through your hair to try and control it a little more.

"How often do you see your mother?"

"Every couple of days usually."

"What about your father?"

"Every few weeks," you told him. "Look, why do you even care?"

"I . . . I don't know," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I don't mean to be rude, but do us both a favor and stop asking questions. You won't like what you dig up," you muttered, walking into Ken's class to drop off the books he forgot.

Oikawa looked like he wanted to say something, but one of his fangirls pulled him aside, saving you the trouble of telling him to get lost.

_______________________________ Nothing really changes over the course of the next months.

You do end up bringing Kuma home, Oikawa stops asking questions, and everyone seems to be happy.

He somehow didn't see your tattoo, or if he did, he decided not to say anything about it.

You become a third year, Ken quits the team and then joins again.

Kaida and Takeru get their Soul Marks, and Takeru meets his soulmate the month after.

Kaida hasn't met hers yet, but you're sure that she will soon.

Takeru keeps coming by, bringing his soulmate, who is now also very good friends with Kaida.

Oikawa and the others are training and becoming stronger.

Ken finds out that his soulmate is Yahaba, who is more than happy to avoid that for now.

But then their tournament is coming up, and they can't avoid it, so they start to work together.

You see Yahaba slam your brother into a wall at the game, and you see Seijoh's defeat by the hands of Karasuno, who move onto Shiritorizawa.

You're there to catch your brother when he cries into your shoulder and you assure him that he did his best, that this is not his fault.

Kaida cries with him, and then she cried with you, even when she doesn't understand why you're crying to begin with.

"I want to talk to you," Oikawa tells you one day when you go into the gym to drop off something Ken forgot.

"About?"

"The fact that we're soulmates."

You choked on your own spit, eyes wide when Oikawa reaches for your hand.

"No."

You said it so forcefully that he actually took a step back.

"No?" he asked, confusion and surprise mixing together on his face.

"No, you aren't going to want this. You aren't going to want me. This isn't going to work," you told him, pulling your hands to your chest.

Your panicking, and you know that you're probably overreacting, but . . . you don't want to trap him with you.

So you do the only logical thing you can thing of.

You run. _______________________ He was chasing you!

He had run after you the second he got over the fact that you were running. You were dodging people, heading for the doors.

Why was he chasing you? Was this so important to him that he was willing to miss practice to talk to you about it?

"(Y/F/N)! Stop, just talk to me," he called, pushing through people, trying to catch up to you.

How far were the doors?

Would you make it?

Suddenly, a hand latched onto yours and you were pulled into an empty classroom and you struggled.

"Stop it," Oikawa hissed. "I just want to talk to you about this."

"Talk about what? The fact that our relationship is pretty much doomed from the start?" you snapped, trying to wrench your wrist away from his fingers, which were like iron.

"What do you mean 'doomed from the start'?" Oikawa asked.

"You pay attention in history, right? The more skin the tattoo takes up the harder the relationship."

"Fuck the history textbooks," he snarled, tightening his grip. "My mother always told me the more skin the tattoo took up the more my soulmate would care for me. The more we would love each other."

You let out a wet chuckle.

"Who's right?" you asked, staring him down as you both stood there, wills clashing as your worlds collided.

“Let’s find out,” he said, moving to grip your hands in his.

“What?” you asked, trying to jerk away.

“I said, let’s find out.”

His brown eyes bored into yours as you stared at each other.

“I want to know, (Y/F/N), if this is something I am going to want. I want to know if this is something you are going to want. We won’t know unless we try. So let’s fine out. Let’s find out together.”

He wasn’t going to let this go, you knew that. He wasn’t going to let this go until he found out.

“Alright.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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“Are you sure that you can’t move to Argentina with me? They’re willing to pay for you to come with me,” Tooru said, trying to bribe you.

“I can’t just pack up and move to Argentina, Tooru! What about Ken and Kaida?” you asked, leaning back against his chest to get a better look at him from where you were perched in his lap.

“Hire a babysitter!”

“Tooru!” you chided, hitting his arm lightly. “You know I can’t do that. I have classes starting here in three months. I want to be here for Ken and Kaida until I know that they’re on their feet.”

“But . . . you’ll be so far away,” he moaned, tightening his grip around your waist.

“So? You can still text me every day and you can call me whenever you want,” you told him, kissing his cheek lightly. “Besides, I’ll go to every single game you play against Japan and you can come home for holidays.”

“But . . . what if-?”

“Tooru,” you said, twisting around so you were straddling his hips. “You survived without me until four months ago. You didn’t even know we were soulmates, I think you can survive this. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to stop loving you while you’re gone.”

“You two really can’t keep your hands off each other can you?” Ken asked.

“You can’t say anything little brother,” you retorted, gesturing to where Yahaba was perched in Ken’s lap.

He flushed, but Yahaba chuckled.

“She has a point Ken,” he teased, toying with Ken’s fingers.

“So you really won’t come with me?” Tooru asked.

“You know I can’t. Maybe when I’m out of school and Kaida graduates,” you said, settling back around.

“But that’s so far away,” he whined, burying his face in your neck.

“Doesn’t matter,” you told him. “No matter where you are, what lifetime we’re in, how far apart you think we are, no matter who tries to keep us apart, I will always find a way back to you Tooru. The universe will always find a way to keep us together,” you assured him, taking his hand.

“Promise?”

“I swear it on us,” you confirmed.

“Why us?” he inquired.

“There’s nothing I believe in more than that.”

#soulmate au #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #tooru oikawa x reader #haikyuu tooru #tooru oikawa #fluff #angst #what have i done #this was supposed to be a one-shot

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