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╭﹐❣︎﹕ I Like You ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖤𝖬𝖨 𝖲. 𝖴𝖹𝖴𝖨 𝖳. 𝖸𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖴 𝖳. 𝖦𝖨𝖸𝖴𝖴 𝖳.

cw/tw. fluff, angst, black!reader, hashira!reader

an. should i make this a two parter? 👀 Also you’re the Moon Hashira.

summary.- they start to realize their feelings for you.

𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖤𝖬𝖨 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖹𝖴𝖦𝖠𝖶𝖠

★ 𝖱𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

Last thing you remembered was Sanemi holding the box before stabbing his sword through it. You stood there with a side glare watching everything unfold, you so badly wanted to face the bastard on but you were already in enough trouble with the master and everyone else. You clenched your fist around your sword lifting it from its holder debating if you should disobey yourself and protect Nezuko, seeing Sanemi laugh in Tanjiro’s face made your blood boil, you snarled at the sight lifting your sword out more but a hand stopped you. You looked over towards Tomioka who shook his head, “Don’t.” He softly mumbled, you furrowed your eyebrows letting your hand relax but when you heard Tanjiro scream you snapped your head towards his direction,

“Whoever harms Nezuko answers to me! I don’t give a damn if you’re one of the Hashira!” He yelled, Sanemi chuckled in response, ripping his sword out of his box splashing the blood off his blade moving his gaze towards you, “I’m surprised to see you here..(Y/N).” You gripped tighter around your handle growling at his tone as he grinned, “You protecting this demon girl goes against the rules. But you already know that..you are a Hashira after all,” He chuckled, right before he was about to stab the box again you were quick to get there.

You withdrew your sword and in a flash you stood in front of Tanjiro pointing your sword towards him with a dark glare, “Why don’t you be reasonable for once and listen jackass. Nezuko hasn’t eaten a human the entire time I was with them, she would never hurt or think about doing it you damn bastard.” You snarled moving your sword more forward as Sanemi glared at you with a shit eating smirk, “Yeah? But what if she does eat a human? That boy and this girl will both be executed as well for you and Tomioka receiving a punishment. Isn’t that right Tomioka?” He questioned staring at the water Hashira who kept a stern look with a scowl on his face,

“He’s right (Y/N). If she does manage to eat a human we’ll have no other choice but to kill them and punish you and Tomioka.” Shinobu added, staring at the brown box that was held into his hand, you scoffed, “And I'm willing to take the consequences for it. Kill me, punish me, I don't give a damn what you do, I'll protect these two like they’re my own.” Staring into your eyes you weren’t lying nor bluffing, you were dedicated to do anything for them, you swore you would protect them and that’s what you were gonna do. Sanemi scoffed, “If that’s the case then i should just behead you then, you and that mouth always pissed me off.” He gripped his sword in hand also lifting it towards your neck placing it onto your skin feeling the blades scratch against it, from afar you heard Tanjiro snarl as he fought against the kakushi standing up from the ground glaring at him, “You bastard!” He yelled dashing towards Sanemi who looked up at him taking his guard away from you, this gave you the chance to drop your sword onto the rubble ground quick to grab his scared arm pulling him close to you, giving you the perfect distance to head butt him.

He stumbled back from the harsh impact growling in pain staring at you with a look that could kill, “Why you little-“ He was interrupted when Tanjiro came flying in also head butting him knocking him and himself to the ground. You stared down at the white haired Hashira, squatting down gripping his hair, lifting him up to glare into his eyes as he glared into yours, you leaned down a little, “You answer to me for now you got that? Lay a finger on them and I'll kill you.”

Ever since the Hashira’s meeting you and Sanemi have both been avoiding each other. He hasn’t seen you nor has you seen him and you were gonna keep it that way, you of course went instantly to check on Nezuko after the whole accident worried as shit but your worries we’re drowned when you heard she was fine and she’s been sleeping the whole time after the incident. It’s been 2 weeks since all of it happened and you and Sanemi were still avoiding each other, but when you guys do come across paths you would shoot him a dirty look purposely bumping into his shoulder hearing a snarl leave him with a shit eating grin on your face. He was honestly getting sick of your attitude but soon that changed when this unknowingly feeling came..

It all started when one day you guys got assigned to do a mission together. Obviously you were against it but from masters orders you obeyed not willing to argue or get in trouble with him..again. Surprisingly the whole time it was quiet between you both, you didn’t say anything nor did he say anything, on the way there to the location your crow said to go there was a strange noise coming from a distance. You and Sanemi both stopped to hear closely enough to what it was, it sounded like a group of people coming this way. Almost in a flash you were pinned against a tree in the shadows with Sanemi close to you, you furrowed your eyebrows ready to protest but turned into a muffle when he put his hand on your mouth keeping you from talking. You lifted your arm to rip his hand away but in swiftness he grabbed your wrist also pinning it to the bark giving you no choice but to stay there with a irritated look,

He felt your glare being on him, quietly sighing. “Stop throwing me glares you damn brat, we’re not supposed to be seen by anyone. Did you forget?” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine feeling his breath hit your ear lobe, you sucked in a big breath but nodded your head not causing anymore disruptions, he grinned, “Good girl.” He said teasing, making you scoff, shaking your head but not going past how you got butterflies hearing the praise. Hearing the footsteps fade away, he looked to check out if there were any more people coming by. When he noticed no one else was coming he sighed in relief letting your wrist go, uncovering your mouth. Instead of getting mad at him and tryna cuss him out you just stood there feeling things after what happened, your breath hitched as the moment from seconds ago replayed in your head.

For some reason you missed his warmth when he was close to you…you were missing it. And your eyes couldn’t stop staring at his lips..didn’t you hate the guy?? Why are these feelings forming? Oh no…are you starting to have feelings for him?? Sanemi turned back to you to tell you to continue forward but stopped seeing how your whole body language changed. He raised a brow in response, it was quiet between the both of you with crickets and other insects chirping through the night, you blinked a couple of times before coming back to reality pushing him away from you getting off the tree fixing your Kamodo, “We should get going.” You mumbled, starting to walk ahead without waiting for him, as confused as Sanemi was, he didn't bother to question it, clicking his tongue in response, feeling this butterfly feeling in his stomach he followed you.

And this is where he started to realize he was indeed starting to like you.

Sanemi laid onto his futon still thinking about what happened on the mission. He couldn’t stop thinking about how close you guys were and you staring at his lips, your beautiful (E/C) eyes staring at you with those plumped kissable lips..ugh he groaned irritated,

“Fuck you (Y/N).”

𝖴𝖹𝖴𝖨 𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖭

★ 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

“Now, remember what i told you three. Please be careful, and if you guys need any help-“

“If we encounter a demon send out a crow, yes we know (Y/N). You don’t have to worry about us, we'll be okay.” Tanjiro reassured you by watching how worried you were, and sighed softly. “How can i not worry when there could possibly be an upper moon out there? Just please if anything happens don’t hesitate to call for me, all of you.” You glanced towards Inosuke and Zenitsu and back to Tanjiro who smiled, “Trust me, we’ll be safe for your sake and ours. Don’t worry!”

“Yeah! Don’t worry about us (Y/N)! I’ll make you proud when I find this demon!” Inosuke yelled proudly, softly smiling in return from his passionate mood you patted his head, Zenitsu also nodded his head in agreement, “Yeah, we’ll be fine, just worry about doing your job and not getting yourself killed.” He added on, they were right they’ll be fine (Y/N) you’ve seen how they can fight on their own..they’ll be fine.

They’ll be okay.

It’s been a good three days since the three went to their assigned houses and you couldn’t help but be worried sick for them, you had a bad feeling there was an upper moon here you felt it in your gut, you and Tengen were both ontop of the roof patrolling over the houses to see if any activities of demons are in sight, you were standing staring into the calm night as Tengen sat besides you sensing your nervousness. By the way you kept shifting from one foot to another made you completely obvious, he sighed, “You know, you worry too much.” He said, your breath hitched looking down at him who continued looking into the night, you clicked your tongue facing back to the sky, “You think so?” You questioned and he nodded his head, huffing standing up as well now turning his attention to you, “Ever since we left those three brats you’ve been nothing but worried about them. I’m sure they’re doing fine.” You turned your gaze back to his, glancing into his red eyes as he looked back into your (E/C) eyes sighing. “I can't really help it. They mean too much to me for me to just not care about them, they look up to me as their big sister and i’m not gonna discard that title to them. I have a gut feeling that an upper moon is here, ever since we got here i had a weird feeling about this place.” You huffed rubbing your arms up and down, Tengen almost looked surprised by the confession, you really took that title to the extreme huh?

But was he really that surprised about how you’re acting? Ever since that day when he seen you at the butterfly mansion he seen how protective you looked when he insulted the three. You were really an interesting girl, in response he grinned placing a hand on his hip, “You really care about them that much, huh?” You nodded your head, “Of course, i would do anything for them.” You smiled looking away from him as he hummed staring into the dark night. He also realized how different your uniform was from the rest of three, we’re you also a Hashira? He hasn’t seen you around before, “Are you perhaps a Hashira?” He questioned breaking the silence, now your secret was up. You thought he wouldn’t notice but maybe you were too obvious, you softly sighed nodding your head, “(Y/N) (L/N), the moon Hashira. I didn’t think i was gonna be that obvious.” You chuckled side glancing at him hearing a low chuckle leave him as well, “Well that makes you even more interesting, how come i’ve never you seen you around before?” You shrugged your shoulders, “Im not really around that much at headquarters, you’ll be lucky enough to catch me passing by back to my room. It’s nothing too much,” Tengen nodded his head with a hum, “Welcome to the team then, (Y/N).”

Butterfliesssssss.

You smiled softly, “Thank you.”

Ever since that night, you guys had became closer. More talkative with one another, and more friendly with each other, you have to admit you were gaining interest into him. I mean how couldn’t you? Once you got to know him you viewed him differently, he’s still a cocky ass nigga but other than that he’s really sweet to you more sweet than the three brats he loves to call them. Every night when patrolling over the houses you guys would crack jokes every now and then, having interesting conversations. “Wait wait so you’re telling me, when you first met that boar kid you actually thought it was a real life boar?.” He questioned with a grin as you rolled your eyes pushing him away with a small laugh, “Yeah! I mean I think it was just because i was exhausted, plus i was getting thrown around into different rooms for an hour straight. I still don’t understand why he wears the thing, it creeps me out.” You shrugged staring into the sky watching the stars shine through the night, Tengen chuckled himself. “But other than that I grew to get used to it.“ You sighed, turning your head to stare at him as he was already staring at you. It was quiet between you both, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence instead it was more comfortable, but getting flustered from the long eye contact you looked away pushing some of your hair back.

You don’t know why but you were starting to like him and luckily for you he was starting to like you as well. After this mission he was definitely gonna ask the question of if you wanna be his fourth wife, you can even meet Hina, Suma and Makio, he has a feeling they’ll have a good liking of you. Especially Makio,

It was the fifth day of the mission and currently you, Inosuke and Tanjiro were talking about what Inosuke saw. He was doing these weird gestures making you both heavily confused on what he was trying to say, “Inosuke slow down please and calm down-“

“CALM DOWN?! I'M TRYING TO SHOW YOU GUYS WHAT I SAW!” You sighed in defeat about to talk but Tanjiro beat you to it, “Let’s just wait till Mr. Uzui and Zenitsu comes, then we’ll-“ He got interrupted, “Zenitsu isn’t gonna be joining us.” You three both looked towards were Tengen was, where the hell did he come from? And what the hell does he mean?. “What do you mean he won’t be joining us?.” You questioned standing up staring at the back of his head, you heard Tengen sigh almost sadly, “Zenitsu has gone missing.” Missing? Your breath hitched, “Missing? What do you mean missing Uzui?” He kept quiet which made you confused and slightly irritated, “Uzui answer the question.” You mumbled walking towards the taller Hashira who still kept quiet, him keeping quiet like this was making your blood boil. He wasn’t answering nor saying anything, your hands clenched and unclenched due to anger starting to take over, Tanijiri saw this from afar standing up to try and get ahold of you to calm you down, “Wait (Y/N) let’s talk about this-“ He was interrupted by a flinch when saw you force Uzui to look at you, you glared into his eyes as he stared into yours, “Answer the goddamn question Tengen. What do you mean Zenitsu is missing.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, avoiding to look into your anger ones, “After last night I lost all communication with him, I feel bad for dragging you four into this. I was too worried into saving my wives. I forgot the point of the mission.” Wait..wives? He has a wife? wait no he said wives..so does that mean he has more than one? Your heart started to race, feeling your stomach drop, due to hearing that one of your little brothers was missing and the other that you were liking an already taken man. Not hearing a single thing being heard from you, he brought his eyes back to you to see hurt and anger linger in them, he opened his mouth to speak but closed it, sighing in response. “I’m sorry but I'm gonna continue this mission on my own, those two are too weak to fight if it’s an upper moon. Take them back to headquarters,” With that he vanished into thin air leaving you to stare where he currently was,

Tanjiro could smell the sadness and anger that was lingering around you, he went to grab your hand but you turned away from him, “Are you okay (N/N)?)

“I’m fine. Let’s just go find Zenitsu.”

𝖸𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨 𝖳𝖲𝖴𝖦𝖨𝖪𝖴𝖭𝖨

★ 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

Yoriichi Tsugikuni. He was a strange man, he was quiet and not so talkative with anyone. So when you were first introduced to the others he was the only one who didn’t greet you during the entire thing, the others reassure you that Yoriichi wasn’t a very talkative person and is very stoic which you completely understood not bothering to talk to him or force him. But you’ve made friends with other Hashira’s Enjuro who was the flame Hashira, Takeshi who was the wind Hashira, Shin who was the thunder Hashira, Yusuke who was the water Hashira, and more, they were all wonderful people making you guys instantly click.

But there was one thing that was bothering you and it was Yoriichi. You really wanted to talk to him or try to get to know him, so your new goal was to try to talk to him! It was later in the evening and you just gotten done eating dinner heading back to where you were sleeping when something catches your eye making you stop in your tracks, you hummed to yourself as you saw a figure in the distance training by themselves, you were gonna head back but the way their movements made you go into a trance. It was so satisfying watching how they moved in sync with their sword, and breathing techniques, soon enough the movements came to a stop as the person placed his sword back into its holder. You squint your eyes to see if you could figure out who it was..he was wearing a red Kamodo, red and black sword, long red and black hair- wait was that who you thought it was? Maybe you were blind but you could have swore that was Yoriichi, maybe you were trippin. Right when you we’re about to walk away Yoriichi turned around to come in contact with you, his hard red eyes staring into your (E/C) eyes making you stop in your tracks.

Fuck! I wasn’t trying to get caught!. You gulped down that lump in your throat what the fuck should i do? Should i say hi? Should i just walk away?? You thought but without realizing you brought your hand up and waved at him, oh my god this is so embarrassing why did i wave at him?! You were mentally freaking out to yourself as you both continued to hold that eye contact expecting him to ignore you and walk away acting like nothing happened but instead…he gave you a small smile nodding his head. You don’t know why but that same night as you were laid in your futon staring at the ceiling you couldn’t stop thinking about the response he gave you, butterflies were starting to roam around your stomach as your heart began to beat fast just thinking about the small moment you both shared.

He smiled at me..

You smiled to yourself hugging your pillow. That’s some progress done..now on to actually talking to him, it took you a few days…cough a week to courage up and talk to him..too embarrassed about that night but you managed! Walking through the front lawn you spotted him in the training circle that was circled with lights shining light around the area, walking carefully through the path not trying to be too loud or distract him of some sort. Coming to an end with his training placing his sword back into its holster he turned around to spot you making your way towards him, for some reason finally seeing you after that night made his heart race but he had to keep his composure so he just stared at you as you made your way over.

Time for the hard time, what the duck do i say? “Hi Yoriichi i was wondering if i could train with you?” Ew no.. “Hey! I was coming over to check on you.” That’s also a no..ugh just be yourself (Y/N), he won’t mind just be yourself. Clearing your throat you looked into his eyes, nervously waving your hand, “Uh hi..” Yoriichi stared at you with a soft look but not saying a thing. You began to become fidgety from the awkward silence clearing your throat. “Is it okay if I train with you? You don’t have to say yes I just need a sparring partner,” You asked, staring into his eyes as he nodded his head almost in an instant which made a smile form. “Wait really?!” And again he nodded his head with a smile of his own making your heart rate increase,

The sparing training actually went well and it was fun! You learned more about his breathing technique and how it works and his swordsman skills were amazing. In a blink of an eye he could have his sword pointing towards your neck without making it obvious…which happened to you multiple times but you had him in some times! Just sometimes he may or may not have the upper hand but still! It was past hour, and you and Yoriichi we're still training with each other you were over here breaking a sweat while he looked squeaky clean. The score was currently 3 - ….35 but no one has to know that, Yoriichi was silently smiling to himself watching you pant with your sword laid next to you as you were also laid on the ground, this was absolute bull there was no way this guy isn’t breaking a sweat right now. You lifted your head to meet with his eyes as he had a smile on his face, and there it was again..that smile he did the other night that made you go insane in your room.

Ugh this is so embarrassing, how the hell did i manage to become a Hashira compared to him? You didn’t realize you were talking aloud to yourself till you heard Yoriichi footsteps make their way towards where you laid, “You became a Hashira because you were chosen to. Never look down on yourself,”. A soft gentle voice spoke out, you felt yourself freeze turning your head to look at Yoriichi. Did he just speak? Is he talking to me?? He chuckled once more, “Yes i’m talking to you,” How the hell can he understand what i’m saying?!? Is he secretly a mind reader? Again Yoriichi kept that same smile on his face shaking his head, “No i am not a mind reader, you’re talking out loud.” Oh. “Oh..WAIT I WAS?!” Nice going (Y/N) you’re just embarrassing yourself even more, before you could even think about burying yourself deep in a hole and never coming back out a hand patted you on top of your head taking you out of your trance.

You looked up at Yoriichi who looked down at you with soft eyes, “Let’s continue training yeah? I can teach you another moon breath technique.” He was making your tummy do flips and tricks and you’re pretty sure if it was possible you would’ve been red as a tomato, you smiled in response picking up your sword in hand,

“I would like that.”

𝖦𝖨𝖸𝖴 𝖳𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖮𝖪𝖠

★ 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

“She’s still going at it, huh?” Zenitsu asked hearing Tanjiro sigh sadly nodding his head, “She’s been out there for the past 2 hours now, ever since she was released she’s been training.” It was true, ever since Shinobu released you, you’ve been non stop training ignoring her words, “Now, promise me you won’t train or do anything. For at least a month so your injuries can heal.” She stated clearly as you rolled your eyes, “You’re acting like i’m gonna disobey your rules,” She sighed, shaking her head, “It’s because you always do. Just this once (Y/N) don’t be stubborn and listen to me. You’re the moon Hashira and we can’t lose you.” And yet you didn’t listen to her, you wanted to get better and stronger, you wanted to not be weak.

The mission with the upper six was a complete disaster, you were useless during the entire thing. You were weak during the entire time, if it wasn’t for Tengen and Tanjiro saving you from Gyutaro you would’ve been dead by now. Ever since Kyojuro died you’ve been nothing but weak, you’ve lost your strengths, you’ve lost everything and now you aren't gonna stop till you get back to that strong (Y/N) you were before. You were a Hashira dammit. The two boys watched you from afar as you slashed the three demon dummies heads with one of your moon breathings,

This time it was slow as ever groaning at the speed distance. Cmon dammit! You’re just getting slower and slower by the day. You heaved heavily as you gripped your sword in hand getting ready to do another attack, you breathed in feeling your heart race dashing towards the dummy when you were close to it you jumped in the air high swinging your sword. Moon breathing second form, dashing eclipse! A mist of black flowed out of your sword as you dashed towards the dummy disappearing into thin air before coming close to its head, slicing it off landing behind the stand stumbling to your knees. Fuck..your body was starting to reach its limit, everywhere started to ache and you felt like your wounds are gonna reopen soon if you don’t stop.

But you just couldn’t..you couldn’t stop now. You still have so much work to do to get to your goal you can’t quite, you won’t quite. You hissed using your sword to stand yourself back up facing another demon dummy, you legs were becoming wobbly as well as your vision starting to blur, you breathed in gripping the sword handle getting ready do another attack, moon breathing first form..moon danc- Your breath got caught in your throat feeling a presence standing beside you and a hand on your sword, “That’s enough.” A voice spoke, you looked over to spot Giyu looking at you with a stern look. You tried to move your sword out of his grasp but due to you being weak your strength wasn’t all the way there making it easier for him to hold it in his grasp, you scoffed. “Buzz off Tomioka, you don’t tell me what to do.” You scowled glaring into his water eyes as he simply just stared at you sighing in response, “Stop being so reckless and rest. You’re still wounded,” Again you scoffed tugging one more tug using your remaining strength to take your sword out of his grasp, stumbling a little, “I’m fine okay? See? Perfectly fine,” You said throwing your arms in the air, Tomioka didn’t believe it one bit you had scars over your body, nose, arm, legs, there were bruises forming, you were wobbly and he can see some blood seeking through the white Kamodo, your wounds reopened.

Not realizing your wounds had reopened, you stumbled back to get ready for another attack. But the way your vision was becoming blurry and your stomach aching more than it was before, you dropped your sword lazily placing a hand on your stomach feeling blood soak through your Kamodo, “Fuck..” In a second you went unconscious from lost blood, before you could hit the ground Tomioka caught you in swiftness laying your head on his arm, he tsk. “Tch, you can never listen to anyone can you.” He mumbled, you breathed softly as you were knocked out cold. He faced his attention to the bloody wound that was leaking, without much thought he picked you up bridal style and brought you to the butterfly mansion.

A week later

It’s been a week since the accident happened and ever since you’ve been unconscious Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke made sure to come visit you leaving you your favorite flowers, staying with you for a little before getting reported to go on a mission..and unexpectedly Tomioka also visited you..almost the entire time you were unconscious. Day and night he made it his routine to visit you, even if it was for five minutes he still wanted to see you, it was strange to see him like this. Shinobu found it extremely suspicious of his actions whenever she would come in to check on you, she one time found him asleep one night besides you on the chair. It was weird but she caught on with him…he likes you but try’s so hard to not make it obvious.

At least to her.

It took awhile for you to actually wake up but when you did you were caught by a surprise. You woke up to the sun beaming through the curtains groaning from the brightness, you sat up slightly but stopped feeling a head on your lap. You furrowed your eyebrows looking down to spot the familiar black haired. Your breath hitched from the sudden surprise not knowing if you should wake him up or not…but he looked so peaceful. His warm skin shining bright through the sun, his hair slightly fluffed out and a mess, he looked so cute, you softly sighed to yourself placing your bandaged hand on top of his head playing with his hair. You swore you felt him move more against your hand when he felt your hands on top of it,

For a moment it was peaceful, the birds chirping through the sky, the bright sun shining down with a blue sky. After a few minutes or so Shinobu arrived with a tray of fresh bandages, when she looked up she was caught with a surprise, you were awake and Tomioka was still there from before. “(Y/N)..you’re awake?” Hearing her soft voice occur through the room you turned your attention to the insect Hashira, “How long have i been asleep for?” Shinobu sighed looking down, “Almost two weeks, if Tomioka hadn’t stopped you that night you would’ve gone into a coma for a month or two due to your wounds, loss of blood and no energy in your system. (Y/N) I told you to stay away from training till you were done recovering, you’re lucky he was there to stop you.”

And here comes the scolding, you grumbled to yourself looking down to face the sleeping Hashira that was on your lap sighing in frustration, “I just couldn’t help it okay? Ever since Kyojuro I..” You stopped mid way, breathing out sadly, Shinobu saw how your era changed with swiftness, you were upset, you were angry, you were feeling so many emotions at once. She set down the tray next to your bed touching your arm softly, “It’s been rough on you i understand, you were his former Tsugoku it’s been hitting hard on you. Just please, take it easy on yourself, no training and I mean that.” She stated clearly, you huffed rolling your eyes, “Yeah yeah wtv.” Right before Shinobu was about to scold you for your attitude you both turned your head hearing Tomioka groan softly shifting on your lap but staying asleep.

Shinobu grinned seeing how your gaze was soft and gentle looking at him with your hands playing in his hair, she knows those eyes…the same eyes that shouted being lovesick, “He likes you, you know.” You swore you felt your heart start beating fast, you couldn’t help that stupid smile form on your face hearing that..in all honesty youve been gaining some type of interest for him. It all started when a mission happened..it was overnight due to a snow storm happening, you two ending up in a cabin that luckily still had the perfect resources. It all happened when you guys were sleep..for some reason you guys were cuddling up with each other with his hands wrapped around your waist and head in between your neck. You bit your bottom lip from the memory continuing to look down at him,

“He likes me?”

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gettinshiggywithit · 4 months

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𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

Summary: In which you find out loki’s secret and he fears your reaction.

Pairing: loki x reader

Genre: fluff ,maybe a hintt of angst

W/c: 928

A/N: saw someone talking abt jotun loki and my brain went brrrrr.Wrote this at 5/6 in the morning on 0 sleep so apologies in advance!If yall liked it id love to hear your thoughts

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A frost giant.unbelievable.

Loki stood in odin’s vault,hands firmly gripping the handles of the casket. He watched as his skin changed to an icy blue,an equally icy chill running down his spine. The all father had conveniently fallen into the odin-sleep.

“Leaving me when i need him…typical” he said to himself. It wasn’t like he had an audience and with him being the acting ruler,and his mother being in his ‘father’s’ chambers, he needn��t fear intrusion.

The only person aware of his little secret,who was awake anyway, was his mother and he intended to keep it that way.for as long as he could.

Eliminating thor would guarantee him the throne and by destroying jotunheim,he’d garner enough of the public’s love to hopefully keep his throne,should his secret come to light.

‘Does heimdall know?’ He wondered to himself.

‘No matter,He can be dealt with if necessary”

Loki was so lost in thought that he missed the,

“There you are!” You huffed out.

You marched on upto him and noticed he wasnt…himself.

At this sudden revalation, you started taking quieter,more measured steps towards the boyfriend-shaped figure in front of you.

You let out a tentative “loki?” To which he jolted, his hands immediately letting go of the casket and his now-red eyes staring at you with both surprise and slight fear. Not fear of you,but the fear of being discovered.

“Y/n, dont…dont do that.” He said letting out a breath he didn't know he’d been holding in. And when you didn’t reply, instead merely staring at him in bewilderment, he suddenly remembered how he looked. He stumbled backwards, his hands flying to brace himself against the stand of the artefact behind him.

His finger gently brushed against the casket and the fading blue returned once again.

Noticing this, he pulled his hands to his front.clasping them and lookin on at you,awaiting your reaction.

What would you do? Yell at him? Leave him? Threaten to tell the rest of asgard?

All the worst possibilities ran around his head and he began to tear up.

He was broken out of his turbulant thoughts by your hand brushing against his cheek.

He was shocked, to say the least.

Of all the reactions he’d thought up,this wasnt one.

He leaned into your touch,fearing this would be the last time he would feel it,your soft cold hand against his wretched skin.

“What is this loki?” You ask in a whisper,staring at him with not fear,not anger,but wonder and curiosity.

You were now stood quite close to eachother not impossibly so, but quite.

“I-“

“Were you cursed?”

“In a manner of speaking…y-”

“Does it hurt?”

You knew what he was,you’d seen frost giants before so it wasn’t illiteracy that made you disregard his current state.

You really were asking him if he was okay as he stood before you, a blue monster,kin to those you’d fantasised about killing in your youth…

Was this real?

He needed to know it was,so he spelled it out for you,

“Y/N,im a Frost giant.”

He let out in a voice laden with melancholy,regret and was that fear you heard?

“I know” you merely replied as you traced the patterns on his skin.

At this he pulled your hand away and held it.

“What do you mean you know?! Y/N im a monster! Dont you understand!”

Your expression shifted to one of annoyance,another unforseen reaction.

“I understand quite clearly loki.”

“Then why haven’t you-”

“Why haven’t i run out screaming? Cursing you? Why havent i tried to kill you?”

His silence told you that was exactly what he was about to ask, more or less.

You sighed before stepping towards him and placing his hand on your shoulder,he flinched but didn't move otherwise.

You took this as your go-ahead and wrapped him in a hug.

You stayed there for a good three minutes in silence before saying,

“Loki,i dont give a single ratatosk whisker if you’re a jotun.i love you.”

You pulled away at that to look him in the eyes and saw the tears forming there.

As they fell from his eyes,you caught them with your thumb and placed in on tongue.

Now it was his turn to look at you in confusion.

You waited a beat before saying, “for a jotun you cry asgardian tears.”

He smiled at that,scoffing at your antics.

“You’re ridiculous”

“Yeah well im also yours so get used to it” you said as you went in for another hug and this time he hugged back holding you like you were the most precious thing in all the nine realms,and to him,you were.

“Are you sure?” He whispered out,almost like he hoped you wouldnt hear.

“Always.And never forget it” you said,pressing a soft kiss to his lips which had him chasing yours as you pulled away.

“Why did you come down here anyway?” He asked finally realising it was rather odd for you to have come to the artefacts vault;unless there was a purpose for your visit that is.

“Ah yes, Frigga was calling you.” You said pulling away and pulling him by the arm towards the exit.

“Alright then” he said as he let you drag him out of the chamber that held his secrets. You really were something else,and he’d never been more grateful for anyone in his entire life.

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phxntomsdusk · 5 months

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Flying out - Will x GN!reader

summary: flying out to see your boyfriend on tour<3

warnings: light swearing - (just song lyrics)

tags: @ax-y10 (ask for be added)

word count: 691

With Will being on tour again, your home was very lonely and quiet. You would scroll through Twitter, TikTok, anything, just to see him perform.

Sure, you had been to a good amount of his shows already, but only in the UK. You hadn’t gone to the States with him yet, and it was agonizing.

You decided to take matters into your own hands, texted his bandmates privately, and made plans to fly out to his next location in Arizona. Unfortunately, you had never been to the state, so it was all new to you.

Joe and Mark were mostly planning with you, making sure to keep Will distracted enough so he wouldn't call you and disrupt the plan.

It did take a while, yes, but it was 100% worth it!

Joe has told you a hotel nearby for you to get a room at for the day, even met you there so he could sneak you into the venue.

Mark hid you backstage in the small storage closet, which allowed you to hear everything going on around you. Most importantly, your boyfriend.

“Guys, just let me call them, please? It’s been all day,” he whined towards the others, earning a quiet giggle from you that he thankfully didn’t hear.

“Not yet, will. we go on in a few minutes!” You could tell Joe and Mark were trying their best not to laugh as they ushered for him to go onto the stage. Mark quickly visited you, telling you exactly when to make your great appearance.

The plan was simple. During the bridge of call me what you like, you’d pop out as he’s screaming about how he’s a dumbass. It was simple yet a great joke you had come up with late at night while planning with Joe.

The music was amazing from so close, that you had snuck up to the side and listened contently, his voice was mesmerizing as always, even better when performing in front of such a large crowd.

And then it started. The song began to play.

Yoir nervousness only built up more, seeing Mark look at you from the corner of his eye and giving you a subtle thumbs up.

You could hear the large crowd practically screaming every word along with Wil, and of course, as it got closer to the bridge, the anticipation only grew. he grabbed the mic off the stand, walked towards the edge, and loudly shouted.

“This just in; I am a total fucking dumbass!!”

As soon as you heard the words you rushed out on stage, throwing your hands in the air and pointing towards him. “Yes you are!” Was all it took for him to quickly snap his head in the opposite direction, staring at you with a look of disbelief.

He stumbled over his words and continued the song, still looking over at you with wide eyes and a smile. The crowd reacted almost the same, screaming your name at you’re entry.

Joe playfully ushered you backstage again, to wish you quickly went to wait out the rest of the show.

It was a painful few more minutes of waiting, sitting on an empty chair as you heard Will say bye to the crowd and run towards you. He picked you up in his arms, squeezing you tightly and hiding his face in your shoulder.

“I missed you so much. when did you get here? how did you get here? did they know?” His words were rushed and he was clearly out of breath as he spoke, still wearing the same look of disbelief and shock.

“Okay, calm down, I missed you too. I got here this morning. I flew over with the help of Joe and Mark.” You amiled as he stared at them with an offended look, before scoffing and turning back towards you.

He rolled his eyes and leaned down to meet your lips in a kiss, one that the both of you needed after not seeing each other for so long. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, before pulling away and smiling at you.

“I love you too.”

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kingofthe-egirls · 6 months

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SUN GOD AU: LUFFY x Y/N (part 2)

part 1

originally requested by @braini-wiz

(cw: food mention/eating, holding hands, reader is a sun priestess that can't see sun god luffy, sorta spoilers post wano, slight gear 5 silliness, smut is still yet to come)

(a/n: sorry it's all plot)

words: 1.4k

Sun god Nika holds your hand all the way to the city’s shopping district. He stamps along next to you, his sandaled feet (you assume) leaving imprints in the sandy roads.

“Still can’t see me?” He asks curiously, squeezing at your hand. His palm is warm and strong around yours. His hand is so much bigger.

You squint your eyes, trying to make out the shape of his form next to you. “Still can’t see ya,” you confirm. “Is that strange?”

He shifts; you can hear the rustling of his clothes as he moves. He whines, as if he’s thinking of something he can’t quite place. Like a word he’s forgetting but can almost taste. “Sorta? Usually priestesses can see me right away.”

You stare down as dust kicks up around your feet. “Sorry,” you say.

Your voice is quiet, shy.

Ashamed.

Luffy tugs on your arm.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, slowing his pace. The sunshine filters blue through the shadow of olive trees, as you trudge downhill towards the city. The sun temple sits atop a rocky incline, facing over the sea.

Grassy tufts of shrubbery line the walkway, with an olive grove foresting the western side.

You stare at the shoreline, sapphirine and gold as it sparkles beneath the setting sun. The olives are still unripe: small and caterpillar green.

This city has always hated you.

You shake your head.

“Sorry I can’t be a better priestess,” you say, adrift. Your feet scuff the ground as you walk. It’s something you’ve always known: that you don’t have any spiritual gifts. Or any gifts at all, really.

Luffy stops, tugging at your hand.

You stumble, but gasp as you feel his strong hand steady you by the stomach. His palm presses flat against your abdomen; his fist curls in the soft fabric of your chiton.

Your blood runs hot beneath his touch. And maybe that’s not just because he’s the sun god, but you push that thought away for later.

“Stop that,” he says, voice suddenly low and serious. His breath is steamy, hot on your face as you suppose he leans closer. You squeeze your eyes shut, fighting against stinging tears.

“S-stop what, master?”

He scoffs. “First off,” his index finger pokes your forehead. Your eyes spring open, staring at the space in front of you with a frown. “Stop calling me master. And second,” he squeezes your shoulder, his hand leaving your stomach. It feels cold without him. But then he’s leaning in even closer, the weight and press and heat of this man who's also a god standing in front of you, smiling at you (for you hear it in his voice) is all just so much.

“Stop saying you’re no good.”

You blink.

That’s not what you thought he was going to say.

“Excuse me?”

He starts walking again, the soft pat-pats of his sandals scuffing down the hilly sand. He stretches out, his limb's elastic space roping between you, before suddenly you’re shooting through the air and crash landing into his invisible embrace.

“What the fuck—?!”

He snickers, straight into your face, before smooching your cheek once again. But this time, you don’t feel fear. You feel brave.

You stop breathing for a second, holding air in your lungs as you lift your fingers to where you think his face might be. You feel squishy skin (cheeks?) and then the slope of his smile. Your fingers brush against his teeth, and you grin. “You smile wide,” you say, staring at nothing but feeling his smile.

“Shishishi!”

He snickers in answer, and starts trotting back down the hill towards the city. His steps turn to leaps, turn to bounds, and then you’re screaming in delight as you fly through the air. He sets you down once you reach the city gates.

****

Sighing, you set down the woven basket of goods you’d shopped for at the marketplace. You’d bargained with butchers for the best prices, the freshest goods, and the most succulent cuts of meat. Sun god Luffy seems to be pleased.

He hovers over your shoulder, somehow suspended in midair.

“Shishishi,” he snickers, poking at the paper-wrapped packages. “Let’s eat!”

You swat his hands away as the paper folds beneath his divine touch. Except you don’t know where his hands are, so it turns into you just swatting the air above the basket with two hands and a scowl on your face. You stamp your foot.

“Stop that! We have to cook it, first.”

He sighs, all dramatic, while a slide whistle sounds as he presumably sinks to the floor. You snort. “You’re silly,” you decide, stepping around the sounds of his pouts and whines. You heft the basket onto your hip, and start heading down the stone hallway to your kitchen.

It’s a simple space, all whitewashed and clean as you place the basket atop the wooden counter space. You drizzle the counter in olive oil, and start unwrapping the meat.

****

It’s a little while, before the food is ready to eat.

Sun god Nika has been busying himself by poking all around your living space. He’s knocked over seven candles, three sconces, and at least one marble statue (of himself).

The cracked-off head now sits on the altar, haphazard and ridiculous atop the golden offering dish.

You sigh, wiping your hands on a dish rag. The meat is sizzling, spiced and greasy as it pops in the skillet you’ve set over the hearth’s flames.

“S’ready yeeeet?” Luffy whines out, sinking to his knees again as he tugs on your dress. The pink chiffon crinkles under sightless fists.

“Stop acting like a baby,” you complain, swatting your hands through the air again to try and disconnect his hold from your skirt. “But yes, it’s ready.”

Luffy yelps in delight, the floorboards squeaking under his feet as he speeds to the stove. He grabs a steak—it lifts by itself—and devours it in one gulp. You watch it disappear.

“So good!!!”

He cheers, before starting to devour the next piece of meat. You smile, despite yourself, and reach for a piece yourself.

****

Later, when you’re both full and happy, you sit outside the temple’s back entrance, watching white stars pinprick through the violet sky.

“S’beautiful,” he sighs, reclining on the grassy hill next to you.

You tear a handful of soft emerald blades between your hands.

“So…stupid.”

You admit without thinking.

Luffy stops, the sound of his breathing paused as the air stills. “What makes ya say that?” He asks.

You sprinkle the torn up grass back onto the ground. You stare at the stains it leaves behind on your fingers. “It’s so restrictive,” you confess, “I wanted to become a sailor, but women aren’t supposed to do that,” you scrunch your face in disgust. Luffy stays quiet as he listens to you vent. He’s the only one who’s listened to you speak in a long, long while.

Priestess life is lonely.

“So I started training as a priestess instead,” you prop your chin in both hands, curling forward over your crossed legs. Your leather sandals are scuffed, at the soles. “Since no one wanted to marry me,” you sigh, “This was my only other option. Unless, of course,” you smile wryly, “I wanted to be a prostitute. At least that way I could own land.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“Stupid.”

“That's what I said!” You say, exasperated as you lift your hands just to drop them back onto your lap. Silence stretches between you, until another spark of courage shoots through your belly. Slowly, you reach an arm over to where Luffy’s voice has been coming from. You can see the dip in the grass where he sits. Your hand alights upon his knee. “Sun god temple isn’t so bad, though.”

“What’s…not so bad about it?” He asks hopefully, a slight rasp in his heavenly voice. You shrug, snaking your fingers through his own.

“I get to spend most of my time alone,” you say, “So I can sort of do whatever I want. Except leave.”

Luffy stays silent for a moment.

“Wanna come with me?”

Stillness.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He squeezes your hand, his divinity warm and safe beside you.

“I said, d’ya wanna come with me?”

You stare at the space where your hand rests a foot above the grass. “Come with you…where?”

He squeezes, once.

“Heaven!”

****

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winchester-books · 1 year

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Adrenaline Rush

BASED ON - obx

CHARACTERS - jj x reader

WARNINGS - lang, cannon lvl violence

SUMMARY - a fight breaks out on the beach and y/n accidentally winds up in the middle and comes out with a dislocated shoulder. jj (reluctantly) is the one who has to help.

“John B- please,” you hurried after your brother as he stormed across the beach, indifferent to the groups of people he was breaking up in the process, “It’s not that big of a deal, alright? I’m fine-”

His face was scarlet as he turned on his heel to face you, “Not that big of a deal?” He scoffed, running a hand down his face, “You’re funny if you think I’m gonna let Kelce say that shit about you and not go kick his ass,”

“It’s not worth it-” You groaned as he turned, ignoring you as he resumed his trek towards unsuspecting Kook who was deep in conversation with some girl. “Dammit John B, please!” But your words were useless and your brother was furious.

“Kelce!” John B snapped, tugging him by the shoulder so the boy would face him, “So you've been spreading rumors about my sister, huh?” He barely finished his sentence before laying one into Kelce’s cheek and sending him stumbling back.

You winced, just waiting for shit to hit the fan as the rest of the beach registered the fight that was about to start.

John B was reeling back, aiming another punch toward Kelce, but before he could, Topper was in front of him, yelling in his face and shoving him back. Rafe quickly appeared- never one to miss out on a fight. And JJ and Pope were not far behind.

Rafe swung first- and hard. John B hit the sand and JJ lunged at his best friend's attacker, slamming Rafe into the ground. Pope went after Topper as John B struggled to pick himself up before going for Kelce once again.

You watched in horror, the forming crowd goading the boys on as the fight got bloodier by the minute.

“Alright, that's enough, stop it!” Kie screamed, but unsurprisingly her demands meant nothing.

“John B, that’s enough!” you joined in, wanting to end this before someone really got hurt or the cops got called, “JJ!” You stepped closer, trying to grab JJ by the arm and pull him away from Rafe.

Big mistake.

Rafe had managed to gain the upper hand, shouldering JJ and sending him flying backward into the sand, taking you down with him in the process.

You groaned as JJ landed directly on top of you, crushing your shoulder.

“Y/N!” John B and Pope stopped fighting at the sound of Kie screaming your name.

Even Rafe and Topper paused as the crowd gasped and JJ rolled off of you, "Shit... " JJ breathed, hair falling in his face as he looked down at you, "Y/N, I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

Kie and Sarah managed to disperse most of the crowd- even her kook brother and his best friends. You were positive Sarah threatened something along the lines of telling Ward about Rafe's behavior.

You winced, inhaling sharply when you sat up at the throbbing pain in your shoulder. One glance at it had your stomach rolling when you realized it was most definitely not okay.

"It looks like its dislocated-"

"Yeah, no shit, Pope," you grimaced the intense pain making your temper short, "Someone's gotta pop it back in place,"

"Y/N" Kie shook her head, brows furrowing, "I don't think that's a good idea, we should take you to a hospital. Have a professional do it,"

"John B and I have had enough run-ins with DCF for a lifetime since Big John disappeared. I don't exactly think a hospital trip is gonna go well for me," you deadpanned.

"Oh God, I can't watch this," Sarah looked pale, "John B, come on. Let's go get you some ice for your face," Sarah grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

"You gonna be okay?" John B winced slightly as he spoke, head clearly pounding just from the looks of it.

You nodded.

"Yeah, I'm out," Pope agreed, following close behind. Kie nodded, also looking a little ghastly at the sight of your shoulder.

"JJ," you groaned, "Grab my elbow please,"

"Woah- woah," JJ's eyes widened and he shook his head, "No way- I don't know how to do that-"

"You're the reason it's popped out, so grab my freaking shoulder and help me fix it," you snapped.

"Y/N, seriously, I can't-"

"JJ, don't be a bitch, just shut up and help,"

You yelped when one of his hands grabbed your elbow and the other was placed on your back.

"Ah, sorry, sorry!" JJ grimaced at your sound of pain but you only shook your head.

"It's fine," you breathed, "Let's just get this over with, please. Alright, on the count of three,"

He cut you off before you could even start counting, "Y/N I really don't think I can do this... I mean there has got to be someone who is more qualified-,"

"JJ! PLEASE," you seethed, "I get you don't want to, but I'm kind of in excruciating pain right now,"

He swallowed, "Okay, okay. I can do this," he spoke under his breath, talking himself up as you started counting.

"One..." You closed your eyes, taking a shaky breath and closing your eyes as you braced yourself, "Two... Thr-"

"No-no, no, no... I'm sorry I can't-"

"JJ!"

"It's just your arm is like hanging all weird right now, and it's just psyching me out- like really I'm kinda freaking out over here," he babbled, clearly panicking, "And I'm trying I really am but I just can't even look at it right now- sorry I'm sure it's hurting and I'm trying but like, god I'm scared. I don't know I need like some kind of adrenaline rush or something,"

Suddenly he slapped himself across the face, "Shit, that didn't work,"

"My God, Maybank, your a wreck," you rolled your eyes, grabbing his shirt collar with you good hand and pulling his lips into yours.

His eyes widened in shock, seemingly forgetting he was still holding your bad arm because he shifted, setting it back into place with a loud pop that had you pulling away with a pained groan.

You let yourself fall back into the sand, breathing heavily as the pain slowly subsided.

"Oh god," JJ finally found his words again, "I'm so sorry- are you okay??"

"Never better," you heaved, "Thank you,"

He helped you sit up slowly, careful not to get anywhere near your shoulder, "You sure you're alright?"

You nodded, "Yeah, it feels a lot better now,"

He grinned, "You know, that adrenaline really did the trick... I think I could use some more-"

You smacked his shoulder, "Yeah, nice try Maybank."

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imagine-you · 8 months

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These Wolves Keep On Scratching At My Heart [Isaac Lahey/Reader] (1/?)

Summary: Growing up as a human in the Hale pack wasn't easy, but you wouldn't have traded it for anything. When you're twelve, a fire takes away most of your family, except for your father and two of your cousins. You're adopted by a kind deputy and officially become a part of the Stilinski family since your father can't care for you and your cousins have fled town. You think life can't possibly get any more complicated until you're eighteen and your brother's best friend gets bitten by a rogue alpha out in the preserve. Word Count: 3.9k Notes: Reader is Peter's daughter (I'm pretty sure Malia won't exist in this fic) and there's a lot of story to tell here, so please be patient with me! I promise I will explain everything. If you like this, letting me know would make my day! Read on AO3 The splintering of wood and the roar of the flames was deafening. Smoke had engulfed the house, leaving everything hazy and disorienting.

You didn't know how the fire started or where everyone went, but there was only one person you had on your mind as you stumbled towards your bedroom door.

"Dad? Dad?!" You called, panic leaking into your voice.

Everything felt like it was abruptly tilted to the side and you didn't realize that you were falling until you hit the floor.

"I've got you. You'll be alright," you heard a voice say before arms scooped you up off the floor. You were cradled against someone's chest as you coughed, attempting to take a breath. "You'll be alright," the person repeated, attempting to reassure you, even though their voice was fearful and strangled.

The next thing you heard was the sound of breaking glass before you felt like you were flying. You let out a cry of anguish when you felt yourself fall, the sight of your father's face watching you from the window the last thing you saw before you hit the ground.

"Y/N! Y/N, c'mon, wake up. You're having that dream again."

You jolted awake, the smell of smoke seemingly lingering in your room before you focused on your brother.

"What?" You groaned, attempting to shake off the nightmare and focus on Stiles.

"You were screaming in your sleep," he told you, his expression a mix of worry and dismay. "Again."

That didn't really surprise you. Whenever you dreamt of the fire, it always brought up memories and feelings you wished would stay buried. But since the fire had swept away your whole life, leaving you to rise from the ashes and start over, it was hard to ignore the effect it had on you.

"I'll be alright," you assured Stiles, unknowingly echoing the last words you ever heard your father speak. "What are you doing up right now? Isn't it late?"

"I was going to Scott's, since Dad's on a call and you were asleep. I was on my way out when I heard you."

Even in the dark of your bedroom, you could see Stiles fidgeting. Either he was nervous about something or he was up to something. Knowing your brother, it was probably a bit of both.

"Why are you going to Scott's so late? You do remember school starts back up tomorrow, right?"

Stiles rolled his eyes before flopping down onto your bed, ignoring your grunt of protest. "Yeah, but winter break was boring, and I've got something fun and adventurous in mind for tonight."

You narrowed your eyes at Stiles, knowing that whatever he had in mind was likely something that would get him into trouble. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Stiles denied, tone light and mischievous. "Want to come with me? See for yourself that I'm going to be an upstanding citizen and simply have some fun with my best bud?"

You knew Stiles was up to no good, but you also hoped that if Scott was along for the ride, then he would keep your brother out of trouble.

"Go," you sighed, settling back into bed. "At least one of us should be well-rested for tomorrow."

"That's why you're the genius of the family," Stiles told you, barely avoiding the pillow you aimed at his head, before he was rolling off your bed. You heard him groan as he hit the floor before he bounded up, shooting you a grin. "See you later," he said before he hurried towards your bedroom door. He paused just before he reached it and turned to look at you. "Maybe it's time you go visit your dad again," he offered, his voice low and cautious. "You were calling for him in your sleep."

"Yeah," you agreed, trying to keep the longing out of your voice for Stiles' sake. "I'll go after school tomorrow."

"Good," Stiles said before nodding at you, as if he was giving you his seal of approval, and then left your room.

You closed your eyes, attempting for a few minutes to go back to sleep, but you knew it was useless. Sleep would elude you until you quieted the maelstrom of memories and fears that plagued you from when you were only twelve years old.

You didn't remember much about the fire. It seemed like one night you went to bed and by the time you woke up, you lost a family and were on your way to gaining a new one. You remembered waking up to smoke and flames, before trying to get to your bedroom door to look for your dad. All you wanted in that moment was your dad, because you knew he would make it all okay.

Once the police and firefighters arrived, you were found half-hidden in a pile of debris and leaves, knocked out with a broken arm. No one could figure out how you ended up outside the house or why no one else tried to leave. Most of your family had been found in the basement, and you knew they must have been going for the tunnels, but it didn't make sense to you why they couldn't get out. Nothing about the fire made any kind of sense and you knew there were mysteries to unlock.

The only other survivor of the fire was your father, but he was in no position to take care of you. He was currently in a care facility, since his injuries from the fire were so extensive. You tried to visit him at least once a week, but it didn't make it any easier on you to see him like that when you remembered the man who had taken care of you your whole life. He never spoke about your mom, but from what you gathered, you were better off without her.

When Derek and Laura fled town, not even bothering to tell you goodbye, you didn't realize it was the last time you would hear from them. You were never sure if they were running from something dangerous or if they simply couldn't handle living in the same town that had robbed them of their pack, but you never quite forgave them for practically abandoning you.

The kind deputy who found you shivering and lost amongst the debris had taken pity on you that night. After realizing you lost most of your family in the fire and had no one else to care for you, he decided to make you a part of his family. You supposed there might have been another pack out there who respected your aunt enough to take you in, but you wouldn't have wanted to leave Beacon Hills. Not as long as your dad was still there.

The Stilinskis had made you feel like a part of their family from day one and you couldn't have been more grateful for them.

Over the past six years, the fire and events surrounding it had weighed heavy on your mind. None of it made any sense to you and even though people wanted to dismiss it as a tragic accident, you knew it wasn't anything as simple as an electrical fire.

The only person who seemed to really agree with you was Mr. Stilinski and while he tried his best to hide the evidence from you, you knew he was still trying to force the pieces back together so he could finally see the whole picture.

But you had a feeling he would never see the whole picture. Not unless he discovered all the supernatural ties that were holding Beacon Hills together.

You didn't even realize you had managed to finally doze off before you were woken by the sound of your dad berating Stiles.

"What the hell did you think you were doing going out in the woods by yourself at this time of night? At least you had the sense not to drag Scott into it. Really, what kind of kid hears there's a body in the woods and then decides to go looking for it?"

"I was just trying to help you and the force out! I mean, it's a big preserve! It really could've been anywhere."

"Nice try," you heard your dad sigh. "Just get to bed, alright? You've got school tomorrow and I'm not letting you skip because you're too tired."

"I would never," Stiles scoffed before you heard his bedroom door close.

You waited until you heard your dad's door close before you got out of bed, keeping your steps light as you crossed your room. You opened your bedroom door, poking your head out cautiously, making sure the hallway was actually empty, before you stepped out of your room. You made your way to your brother's room, barging in before quickly closing the door behind you.

"Y/N? What the hell?" Stiles exclaimed, turning quickly in his computer chair to face you. "I could've been doing something that would have been incredibly traumatizing for both of us if you witnessed it!"

"Please," you sighed, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "You're shameless, but you at least manage to lock the door if you're going to do something like that."

"Fine," Stiles groaned, reclining back in his chair. "Weren't you going back to sleep?"

"I was," you admitted, giving Stiles an unimpressed look. "Weren't you going to hang out with Scott and respect the law or something?"

"I was," Stiles argued, affecting an innocent tone. "I totally respected the law and didn't get into trouble at all."

"You went looking for a dead body in the woods," you reminded him.

“Oh," Stiles scoffed, trying to wave it off. "You heard about that, huh?"

"It's a little hard to ignore when our dad is berating you for something like that. What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt or killed or any number of terrible things." Stiles didn't know about the things that could be found out in the preserve, but you certainly did. You remembered the lectures from your dad when you were just a kid, telling you it wasn't safe for a human out alone in the woods at night. "And what about Scott, huh? What happened to him?"

"He might still be out there, actually," Stiles admitted with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "But he's a smart kid. He'll be fine."

"Fuck," you hissed, standing up. "Call him. Now," you told Stiles. "See if he's alright."

Stiles groaned before pulling out his phone, typing away a text instead of bothering to call his best friend to see if he was alive. After a few moments, he made a sound of triumph before waving his phone at you. "He made it out! He's totally fine."

"Okay," you sighed, choosing to trust your brother. "Just...next time you decide to go out into the woods, tell me, alright? I'll go with you."

"Got it," Stiles agreed, focused on his phone yet again.

You rolled your eyes, before reaching forward to pat Stiles on the shoulder. "Good talk," you told him before leaving his room. You were still worried about Scott, but you knew that Stiles would never let anything bad happen to his best friend. So, you went back to your room and climbed into bed, hoping that sleep would claim you soon.

When you woke in the morning, you were less than excited to start the last semester of your high school career. Stiles would be starting the second half of his junior year, but once June hit, you would be done with high school. You would have to figure out where you wanted to go to college and what you wanted to do with your life and the thought of that opened up a deep pit of dread and anxiety in your gut.

You groaned as you rolled out of bed, mindlessly going through your usual morning routine of styling your hair, putting on your clothes, eating breakfast, and then brushing your teeth.

Stiles' jeep was already gone by the time you walked outside. You were sure he had already left to pick up Scott, which gave you more hope that Scott was actually okay and not currently wandering around the preserve.

You climbed into your own jeep, a newer model than Stiles' with half the sentimental value. You got the car when you were sixteen and a lawyer contacted Mr. Stilinski to let him know that your dad had set aside a fund for you to be able to get your dream car when you got your license.

When you were a kid, you had wanted any and every flashy car that would let you go fast. Your dream car changed at least once a month and your dad had promised you that he would buy you whatever you wanted as soon as you got your license.

It hit you pretty hard when you realized your father had made preparations for your care in the event that he wasn't around to see you grow up. Even though you were grateful he was still alive, it still hurt that he couldn't speak and couldn't respond to anything you told him. You wondered if it hurt him too to watch you grow up and get older and live a whole life without him.

You didn't think much of the night before until you got to school and noticed Scott and Stiles standing outside. Stiles was in the middle of his usual fruitless attempt to get Lydia Martin's attention as you approached the pair. Scott seemed worried about something, which prompted you to sling an arm around his shoulders and ruffle his hair.

"What's with the long face, McCall?"

"He's freaking out about some animal that bit him last night," Stiles said, waving it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "There's not even a mark on him. It was probably a mosquito."

You tried to keep the alarm off your face, because it really could have been nothing. But curiosity would always get the best of you and you couldn't help but fish for more information. "Animal? What did it look like?"

"I didn't get a good look," Scott admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "It was big and had red eyes. It bit me and I ran away. I think it was a wolf?" Scott's voice went high and confused on the last word as he sent an unsure look at Stiles.

"Bud, I told you, there are no wolves here. It was probably a rabid rabbit or something," Stiles dismissed, urging you and Scott towards the building. "Now, c'mon, let's go get this shitshow over with."

Your mind was spinning as you tried to get through your classes. All you could think about was a rogue alpha out in the preserve, biting people and leaving behind a trail of confused omegas in its wake. Beacon Hills had been relatively quiet on the supernatural front since the fire. The only thing even remotely supernatural around town was your dad, but he hadn't left the care facility in years. You supposed Deaton counted, but if Deaton posed a threat, then you supposed you did as well.

Halfway through your anatomy class, you pulled out your phone, shooting a text to Deaton.

'We've got to talk. It's important.'

Knowing Deaton, you wouldn't hear from him until it was a little too late, so you had to do something before the situation got completely out of control.

You thought the day couldn't get any worse until word about the new girl started floating around school.

"She's so pretty. Think she'll go out with me?"

"Her family moves around a lot. Maybe her dad's in the military."

"I heard her last name is Argent. I wonder if she's French."

All anyone seemed to want to talk about was the new girl including Scott and Stiles.

"Look, she's already been sucked into Lydia's orbit," Stiles pointed out with a groan. "You have no chance, buddy," he told Scott, giving him a consoling pat on the back.

"Well, Y/N's friends with Jackson, right? Can't you put in a good word for me?" Scott wondered, turning to you with a hopeful grin.

You shook your head, watching Allison, wary of any move she might make. "No," you answered Scott, finally tearing your gaze away from the new girl. "You should stay away from her."

"But--" Scott tried to object, but you were already walking away. You didn't have a good explanation for why Scott shouldn't go near Allison and you certainly couldn't figure out how to tell Scott he was probably a werewolf.

You passed Allison, Lydia, and Jackson, ignoring Jackson's nod of acknowledgement in your direction. You didn't have the energy to deal with Jackson, even though you would hear all about how you ignored him later. There were just too many things going wrong in too short amount of time and you were starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.

You opted to skip your last class of the day and head right for the care facility. The nurses knew you by now and most took the time to smile at you and ask how you were doing as you passed them.

Seeing your dad helpless and catatonic never got any easier, but you couldn't deny it helped knowing he was still there for you.

"A lot has happened since last week," you started, taking a seat in front of his chair. You reached out to take his hand, glad for the physical assurance that your dad was still with you.

When you were younger, the doctors and nurses explained to you that talking to your dad on a regular basis might help with his overall recovery, so you made sure to visit him as often as you could. "I started the last semester of my senior year today. I should be graduating in June." You glanced down, unsure how to continue. You didn't want to say anything that would worry your dad, but the only other person you could talk to was Deaton and that was bound to be more annoying than helpful.

"So, I've talked about Stiles and I've mentioned his best friend Scott. His mom works in the hospital and he's like a brother to me too." You let out an incredulous laugh, not even sure you could believe what you were about to tell your dad. "Last night, Stiles and Scott went looking for a dead body in the preserve. I don't know if they ever found it, but something did find Scott. I think...," you trailed off, wondering if there was any possibility where you could be wrong. Maybe it was a rabid animal and Scott simply needed a series of shots. But no, your life had never given you much luck, so it wasn't about to start now. "I think he was bitten by an alpha."

You weren't sure if it was just wishful thinking, but you could have sworn that your dad's hand twitched in yours. You glanced down at it, but it was still and unmoving as usual, filling you with a guilty disappointment.

"And now I've got to worry about my brother's best friend turning into a werewolf, but I've also got to worry about the new girl. She's an Argent," you explained with a wince. "Why are there hunters in town? Are they looking for the alpha or are they trying to settle down here? I don't like any of this," you sighed, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall. You didn't know how to fix any of the messes that had sprung up just in the past day. If you were still part of the Hale pack, then your aunt would have taken Scott in and showed him the ropes. She would have hunted down the rogue alpha and sorted them out before hunters could converge on your territory. None of this was anything you were capable of fixing alone and you suddenly felt so lonely that you couldn't stand it.

"Dad," you pleaded, your voice breaking on the word. "I don't know what to do."

Your phone buzzed with an incoming text just as a tear escaped down your cheek. You hastily wiped it away before pulling your phone from your pocket.

'Want to help me and Scott search for his inhaler in the woods? Doofus dropped it last night running from Thumper.'

"Shit," you groaned, moving to stand up. You let your dad's hand slip from yours, trying to fight off the usual guilt you felt whenever you left him. "I have to go. I'll see you later," you told him as you stood. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and grabbed your bag, not letting yourself look back at him all alone in his room, since you knew it always broke your heart to leave him.

Stiles had sent you the location where he parked his jeep, and it wasn't long before you pulling up next to his car.

Scott gave you a wave when he saw you and it hit you all at once that loveable, dorky Scott was likely turning into a werewolf.

"Hey, guys," you said, joining Stiles and Scott near the hood of Stiles' jeep. "What happened to your spare inhaler?" You asked Scott, watching his expression fall.

"That was my spare inhaler and mom's gonna kill me if I lose it. You know how expensive those things are?"

"Well, no one wants to make Melissa mad," you mused, thinking of the last time she really got pissed off with Scott and your brother. Her anger had nearly boiled over until it hit you and you would do just about anything to avoid Melissa McCall's wrath. "Let's get this over with," you sighed. "I don't want to be out here once it gets dark."

"Yeah," Stiles laughed, bumping companionably into Scott's side. "Wouldn't want to run into whatever took an imaginary bite out of Scott. Although, I have some theories about that, y'know. Wolves and bites and howling and all that."

"What? What are you talking about?" Scott's voice went high and panicked, but you knew your brother all too well.

"You've got a disease, Scotty," Stiles started, turning a grim look towards Scott. "It's called lycanthropy."

"What is that? Is it bad? Am I gonna die?"

"No, not bad," Stiles said, shooting you a grin. "Just comes around once a month...during the full moon." Stiles threw his head back and howled before giving way to laughter. "Lycanthropy, Scott. It means you're turning into a werewolf."

Even though you knew your brother was kidding, hearing the words coming from him still sent a shiver down your spine. If only he knew the danger was all too real and you were quickly running out of time before Scott became a huge problem.

"Stiles, come on, this is serious," Scott groaned, kicking aside some leaves in an attempt to find his inhaler. "What if I have rabies or something? What if I've got an infection?"

"Scotty, you're fine. If it was something serious, you would've been in the hospital by now."

Scott started arguing with Stiles, but you noticed an eerie stillness fall over the little pocket of forest you were standing in. You didn't realize you were being watched until you looked up and saw him for the first time in six years. A whole host of emotions fell over you, ranging from anger to betrayal to longing to happiness, before settling on confused.

"Derek," you found yourself muttering, your tone fused with disbelief.

What the hell was he doing back in Beacon Hills?

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midnight rain

Theodore Nott x fem!reader

part of the midnights collection

December 5th, 1998

Dear Diary,

I feel exhausted. I thought it would be over by now. I don’t think any of us ever expected this to go on for so long.

It started in the summer of ‘97 and 1999 is right around the corner. No, maybe not in 1997; it started many years ago, before I was born, before most people in this house were born. It must end soon and right this time. For good.

No more hatred, violence. We can’t let that happen again. I refuse to live in a world like that.

Last week was a nightmare. We were sent to Little Hangleton; a small village where the first Horcrux was created. We didn't find much, I remember Draco complaining about how wasteful the trip was and Hermione shouting at him; I found it funny at first, it brought me back to school but it was different this time.

Now they don’t actually hate eachother and I am sure that if something were to happen, they’d run to help eachother without hesitation. I was so lost in thought, daydreaming about our future; how everything will look like if we make it… and I guess that is why I didn't hear them.

Death Eaters, werewolves, everywhere. They were waiting for us, and they were so many. We were surrounded and had no other choice but to fight.

I was too busy fending off two Death Eaters and I didn’t see Greyback running towards me all bloody and terrifying.

Once I realized what was happening I stood frozen, I physically couldn’t move, I kept begging myself to do something, fight- run- scream- anything. He knocked me down and pushed my body to the ground with his claws. The blood on him was fresh and it got all over me. I couldn’t help but play it in my mind; how he killed the person whose blood was now on me. How he would soon kill me.

I can still feel his weight on my chest, when I am about to sleep, I can feel his breath on my neck and his claws on my shoulder.

I could have been bit, he could have killed me right then, just like he has done to so many people. But, Nott Theo was there and he cast a spell on him, causing him to fly away from me.

Hermione ran to me and we teleported back here. I couldn't speak and Theo kept shouting "Did he bite you?", "Is it your blood?", I just shook my head and locked myself in the shower, scrubbing my skin clean, getting rid of all the blood; of every feeling tied to that place.

I remember now the way the others looked at me, with pity, as if I had lost my mind.

I feel too weak for this war sometimes, like I am not made for something like this, I am not like Ginny or Harry. I am not like Hermione who kept her calm and willed herself to fight.

No one stopped when danger came, they weren’t scared and even if they were; survival kicked in.

The storm outside your window had been slowly calming you down. If you close your eyes you can pretend you are in your bed at Hogwarts, curled up in blankets and listening to the rain tapping on your window. Scottish winters were your favorites, storms always brought a sense of comfort to you, and rain lulled you to sleep.

Now, the crack of thunder scares you so much that the pen flies out of your hand landing somewhere on the desk and you stumble out of your chair, jumping backwards. You need to run, but in which direction? You feel the threat of tears forming in your eyes, but you know that if you let yourself fall down that hole, it won’t be easy to dig yourself out of it.

You look around in despair, begging your mind to find anything to distract yourself and that is when you hear a soft knock on your door.

Before you answer the door you make sure to wipe your tears and fix your hair; to try and look normal. But what is normal now anyways?

You find Hermione with a sympathetic smile; you know that smile. It is a smile she reserves for her friends, when they need help, comfort. You never were on the receiving end of it, it was always Harry or Ginny, sometimes Ron. You hate that now it is your turn to be pitied, taken care of. It feels strange and it makes you uneasy.

“I brought you soup.” She says with a clam voice and steps inside.

You quickly walk over your desk with her, but close your diary before she can read what you’ve written.

“You didn’t come down to eat, so I figured you’ll be hungry.”, she places the bowl on your desk, by your things and turns to look at you.

You desperately try to avoid her gaze, not wanting to seem more wounded than you are, “Ah- yeah thank you.”, you lie staring at your hands.

She casts a Muffliato, blocking anyone outside the room from listening, before she begins to tell you news from the boys.

“They managed to destroy two of them, they don’t want us to know more, but they might be heading to Hogwarts soon.”

“Hogwarts? Why?” You ask surprised

“Uh- Harry is sure there are Horcruxes there. Moody hasn’t allowed it yet, but they will go. I know it.”,

You nod silently, two Horcruxes down, how many more to go? It took you almost two years for two of them, who knows when the rest will be destroyed. And even if you manage to get rid of them all, how can you be so sure Voldemort will lose? Even without the Horcruxes, he has a whole army, full of deadly wizards and witches to protect him. It would take one order for the werewolves to attack you and kill you.

Tears begin forming in your eyes again; the more you think about the War the more hopeless everything feels. You can’t let Hermione see you ruined; Hermione who has been your closest friend all these years, the one that has managed to stay strong and not back down. You know what she did to her parents, instead of running with them she stayed. She bears the most danger but she still hasn’t lost hope; she continues fighting. No, you can’t let her see you break down, you owe her that.

You look around the room to avoid her gaze once again when your eyes land on a brown coat, discarded on a chair, in the corner of the room. It is the coat Theo gave you that night on the porch, you still haven’t given it back. What better time to do that than now, when you so desperately need to avoid Hermione before you drop to your knees and cry in front of her.

Immediately, you run and grab the coat and turn to Hermione with an apologetic look on your face “I am so sorry, I need to give Nott this, before I forget it. He let me borrow it a few weeks ago.”, you say and take fast strides towards the door, while also guiding/kicking her out of your room.

Once you are both out you head towards his room while also shouting behind your shoulder “I love you, we’ll talk later.”

While clutching the wool on your hands to ground you, you stop outside Theos room. You remember the time, it must be a few minutes past midnight by now, and the rain hasn’t calmed one bit, lightning lights up the cold corridor through the windows.

You knock a few times, telling yourself that if he doesn’t answer you’ll leave and smoke another of Lunas cigarettes to ease your mind. Maybe you’ll try one of the cookies she’s been begging you to taste…

The door opens as you begin to curse yourself for causing this much trouble in just one night, and a sleepy red-eyed Theo stands in front of you confused.

You force an apologetic smile and hold out his coat in front of him “Sorry for waking you up, I wanted to return this.”

He takes it off of your hands “Ah- it’s ok, thank you.”

He doesn’t make a move to close the door and head inside his room, and you don’t turn around to leave. You both stare at eachother silently and wait for the other person to do something.

The sound of thunder scares you both and as you jump a little he grabs your arm as if preventing you from falling.

“It’s really loud tonight, isn’t it? And it has been going on for ages.”, he says awkwardly

“Yes. I hate it.”, you say and look around nervously

“You uh- want to come inside?”

“Don’t you want to go back to sleeping?”, you ask him

“I- no I wasn’t sleeping, I can’t”,he replies awkwardly

So you nod and step inside. The room is dark and messy. The curtains are drawn over the windows, shielding him from the outside world and the only thing lighting the space is the old lamp by his bed.

It feels cold, just like the Slytherin Common Room, in the depths of the Great Lake. As your eyes move towards his bed you spot old photos of him and his housemates, no not just any housemates, his friends and Blaise.

You look into his face again and observe how his cheeks are glistening, his eyes aren’t red because he is tired, he was crying.

He quickly cleans up the bed and throws a couple of pillows on the floor to sit there. He looks at you expectantly and gives you a boyish smile which you return as you sit opposite to him, crossing your legs and resting your hands on your knees, while he leans his back on the bed.

A few minutes of silence pass, crucial for both of you to adjust to this new situation. Alone, in a dark bedroom, obviously seeking comfort and solace in eachother, and also needing a space to hide from the outside world.

“Than-” “Are you-?” You say at the same time and then let out an awkward laugh.

“You first.”, Theo says

“Thank you for Little Hangleton, I haven’t seen you since then. I owe you.”

He scratches the back of his head as he remembers the battle, Greyback, your look afterwards.

“How are you, after that- after everything?” A sincere question that stabs your insides slowly.

“I” you laugh awkwardly “I am fine, others have had it worse” your best friend was killed in front of you you want to say, but instead settle for an “I will be fine.”

“Tsk” he mutters “Don’t do that, don’t act like it was nothing, I was there.”

“Well, we are fighting in a war, we know things like that are prone to happen.”

“You can never prepared when they happen to you.”, you know he is right but you can’t let yourself accept it.

“But nothing happened, he didn’t do anything to me. You knocked him off me before he-”, you can’t say the words and need a minute to take a breath.

“I know”, he says

“I am safe.” you say with a loud voice and the threat of tears in your eyes

“I know” he says again with a calm voice, his eyes never leaving yours.

His gentleness is what causes you to break. And it is because behaviors like his don’t belong in these times. His voice; filled with the promise of safety and warmth is what you crave most; and the second you realize it is nothing but an illusion, a daydream, you break down.

You can feel a door, inside your chest bursting open and letting out all the feelings you’ve been keeping to yourself. Anger, sadness, hopelessness; they are all out in the open- making you vulnerable to him. You shut your eyes, not wanting to see the pity on his face, or worse; you’re afraid he now sees you for who you are, a fragile little girl, pretending to be strong and brave.

You are unable to say anything to him, so you wait for him to leave you alone and then pretend this never happened. He doesn’t do anything for the first few seconds, but then you are in his arms and your face is buried in his chest.

He remains silent, not wanting to lie and say “its alright” or “I know how you feel”. He just remains silent and waits for you to let it all out. And that is enough.

By the time you’ve run out of tears the storm has also stopped, leaving you with the soft sound of light rain.

The realization then, of where you are and who you are with stains your cheeks red and makes your body hot. You slowly raise yourself from Theos chest and before you cry out of embarrassment you say “I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, you shouldn't have seen that.”, with a self-deprecating tone

He gives you a reassuring smile, “It’s alright, you dont have to keep everything inside, you shouldn’t.”

You almost believe him, you want to, but then you see the mess your tears made on his shirt and out of instinct you hide your face in your hands. “Oh Godric, it’s embarrassing.”

He laughs and gently pulls your hands from your eyes, “You aren’t the only one losing her mind over the War.”, he jokes and you laugh, but then he continues with a serious voice

“Every time I sleep, I dream of Blaise, dying, and I can’t help him. Ever. And on the nights I am not able to sleep I can hear those who scream as they wake up, on the other die of the walls.”

“You don’t have to carry it alone, whatever it is.”, he finishes

You fight the urge to cry and softly say“Thank you.” Without thinking you place your hand in his “Then, you dont have to carry it alone either, you can talk to me, whenever you want.”, but suddenly, you feel as if you’re overstepping or getting too close so you pull back and say “If you haven’t already talked to the others, of course.”

He gives you a nod and you can see how his movements have slowed down and his eyes are glassy.

“I am sorry for staying so long, I’ll leave you alone, you must be tired.” You say as you stand up “Thank you again and if you ever need my help, I am a corridor away.”

“Thank you”

“Goodnight.”, you say with a smile and he answers back “Goodnight.”

Returning to your room, you feel as if a weight has been lifted off your chest. Of course, the weight will appear again in the future, but now you know how to get rid of it. You promise yourself to talk to Hermione in the morning. Let her in, and ask her how she is doing.

Under her strong exterior there may be hiding a scared and tired girl too. She must need someone to talk to, you owe her to be that person. Because, you love her and because she is the closest thing you have to a home now.

You see your diary and remember you never finished what you were writing, you think you want to write about Theo, but whatever it is that happened just then, whatever you are starting to feel right now, is too new. It is so new and fragile that you can’t even write about it in your diary.

It will be alright. I may not be strong right now, I may be scared and breakable but I know that it can be fixed. I just need to focus on the good, whatever is left of it now. I need to focus on the missions and on winning. The faster we win, the sooner I can be okay again.

It is just another storm, and after the storm rainbows come out.

Thank you for being here for me.

Yours,

But as you begin to write down your name you hear a soft knock on the door. It must be Hermione, you think and prepare yourself for the talk you ought to have and the many apologies you owe her for avoiding her like that.

On the other side of the door however, stands a flushed Theo, wearing his Slytherin sweatshirt and holding his pillow to his chest. “Can I sleep here tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”, he whispers self-consciously and you can’t do anything but let him in.

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this will be continued

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Surprise

part 1! - partially in response to a few prompts, partially its own thing. enjoy!

Seamus is almost vibrating with excitement. He hasn’t seen Theo in a month, and tonight is finally going to be the night. He’s been touring, and though Seamus would love to travel with him, he has all his own shit to do in Ireland. Lots of shit. Unfortunately.

But he finally had the time to fly the 7 and a half hours to New York to see Theo perform this week. And Theo has no idea. He's taken every precaution to make sure of that.

The show is just about over, and Seamus is standing in one of the cinderblock and concrete access hallways below the stadium, fidgeting like he’s waiting for his prom date.

Then Theo’s there, swarmed by crew members and production people, gorgeous as ever. He’s still a ways away down the hall, and it doesn’t seem like he’s seen Seamus yet. He gives it a few moments before calling out.

“Theo!” A few heads turn, and Theo looks around, totally confused, so Seamus calls again. “Theo!” His voice echoes in the cavernous space, and finally Theo’s eyes find his. Then he’s sprinting down the hallway toward him, nearly knocking Seamus over as they embrace.

The first thing Seamus notices above all else is how hard he’s trembling. It’s more like shaking. Seamus holds him tight, pulling him flush against him, and feels Theo start to cry, his face buried in Seamus’s neck. He's sobbing, gasping for breath. He’s slick with sweat, his hair stuck to his temples and forehead.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Seamus says gently, and kisses his cheek. “Are you happy to see me?” He asks teasingly, and Theo pulls back, looking half overjoyed and half exhausted. He presses a kiss to Seamus’s lips, then rests his forehead on his, eyes closed. He's out of breath - from the crying or the sprint or the kiss Seamus isn't sure.

“You have no fucking idea,” Theo whispers. His voice sounds totally shot, and he’s still shaking. He’s flushed and warm too, but that can probably be chalked up to the fact he just did a two hour set under stage lights. “Please tell me you’re staying the night. Please, fuck.”

His arms are looped around Seamus's neck.

“As long as you want,” Seamus says, and presses another kiss to his cheek. God, he’s warm. He runs his hand through Theo’s sweat damp hair, pushing some off his face and forehead. “You wanna sit down?” Theo nods, and Seamus guides him to a folding chair. He stumbles, and Seamus catches him by the elbow.

He’s getting more and more concerned with each passing moment. He’s seen Theo after shows before, and it’s never this bad. He almost seems drunk.

Theo practically collapses into the chair, then folds forward, elbows on knees, head in his hands. His greasy strands of auburn hair hang down around his face. Seamus lays a hand on his back and squats down.

"Are you ok?" he asks, hushed, and Theo nods, but doesn't say anything. "Are you sure?" He swallows thickly and looks up.

"I'm so happy you're here Shay, I'm just having a terrible fucking day and I-" he stops abruptly as he sees something over Seamus's shoulder and forces a smile.

"Amazing show tonight!" a female voice says, and Seamus looks back to see Emma, the tour manager. Immediately Seamus feels his shoulders tense. He and Emma always seem to be getting into screaming matches. He never intends it to be that way, but that's how it always ends up.

"Thanks," Theo says, voice still hoarse. She keeps walking, and as soon as she's gone, his smile drops again. He lowers his voice and looks back to Seamus. "Can we just go? Please, can we go home?" He sounds on the verge of tears, like he's unsure of what the response will be. Seamus tucks some of his hair behind his ear.

"Teddy, of course." He's beyond worried now. Theo stands, and Seamus is about to make a joke when Theo's eyes roll back. Then he's falling. Seamus is frozen for a second before he makes a desperate grab for his arm. It doesn't help. He's limp, and though Seamus manages to break his fall somewhat, he's on the ground. "Theo!"

A crowd starts to gather almost immediately, and Seamus's heart feels like it's going to burst out of his throat.

Theo's eyes are already fluttering open again, but in contrast to how flushed he was a minute ago, he's gray-pale now. A soft noise escapes his chapped lips.

There's a medic kneeling beside them now, and Seamus lays his hand on Theo's chest. Theo's hand clumsily finds his, fingers still trembling. Seamus's hand is shaking too.

"You with us, Theodore?" the medic asks, and Theo nods, starting to push himself up. Both Seamus and the medic simultaneously ease him back down. "Whoa, take it slow. Just relax for a minute. I'm gonna take your blood pressure, alright?"

Theo nods again, his eyes falling closed.

The crowd is murmuring, and another medic arrives. They exchange a few words before he goes to work too. Taking his temperature, his blood oxygen, his pulse. The whole time, Seamus is sick to his stomach. He just tries to focus on the feeling of Theo's chest rising and falling beneath his palm.

Finally, they sit him up and he opens his eyes and the first thing he does is lean his forehead down onto Seamus's shoulder. He's still holding his hand, and Seamus squeezes it tight. He's also still extremely warm, and Seamus really wants to ask the medic what his temperature was.

"Dehydrated?" he asks instead, and the medic tilts his head as if to say "sort of." He stands and starts to talk to Emma, who looks more stressed out than concerned. Seamus tries to make out what they're saying, but he can't quite. He knows it's more than dehydration. Something is wrong, and Emma knows. The medic knows. Everyone knows but him. And it's making his blood boil.

"Shay, please, I wanna go home," Theo whispers, his lips hot and dry against Seamus's throat. His face is tucked in the crook of Seamus’s neck. His pleading, soft voice brings Seamus back down, and he's able to shift his focus.

"I know," he whispers back. He rubs his back, and Theo hums. "When did you start feeling sick?"

"I'm fine. Please just get me the fuck out of here." He's obviously not fine, but now isn't the time to argue the obvious. The second medic returns with a bottle of Pedialyte and a straw, which Seamus hands to Theo.

"What's - Do you know…?" he asks, and he doesn't miss the way the medic's eyes dart over to Emma before he answers. It relights the fire in his stomach.

"Low blood pressure from dehydration. Once he drinks that he should be good to go," he says, and leaves before Seamus can ask anything else.

"Maybe we could get you an IV?" Seamus asks, and Theo shakes his head.

"Seamus, please just get me home. Please."

"Ok."

He texts the driver to pull around and a flags down a PA to grab them a golf cart. He has to practically hold Theo up as they get into the cart, and as soon as they sit down, he presses his too warm body against Seamus's.

It's the same story for the car, and as soon as the door shuts and they're on their way, Theo lets out a heavy sigh.

"What's going on?" Seamus finally asks, and Theo tucks his head back against his shoulder.

“Tough show,” he mumbles, and when Seamus's silence indicates he isn't satisfied with that explanation, he sighs "I feel like shit.”

"I can tell." He presses his lips to Theo's temple, and is sure beyond a shadow of a doubt he has a fever. "How long?"

"Long time," Theo says. Seamus has so many questions he can't even get one out.

"You've been sick?" He finally asks. Theo nods. "How… What is it?"

"My throat,” he murmurs, and Seamus brings his hand to Theo’s throat, feeling under his jaw. Sure enough, his glands are swollen, and when he brushes his fingertips over them Theo stiffens.

“Baby,” Seamus breathes out, and Theo shakes his head weakly.

“It's not that bad.” Again, Seamus doesn't need to say anything for Theo to get the message. “Ok, well it's better. It's getting better.”

Finally, Seamus asks the question that's been bothering him the most.

“Why didn't you say anything?”

Theo takes a breath like he's about to speak, but the sound of his phone ringing cuts him off. Seamus is about to tell him to leave it, but Theo is already pulling it up to his ear.

“Hey,” his weak voice says, and though Seamus can hear someone speaking on the other end, he can't make out who. Eventually, he just hands the phone over to Seamus.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Seamus. You guys are headed back to Brooklyn?” It's Zeke, Theo's manager.

“Yeah, we’re on the bridge.” He pauses, staring out the window.

“Ok, that's fine, we were all just wondering where you guys went. Especially since he passed out, we wouldn't - well… It's just good you're getting him home.”

“Tell me what's been going on,” Seamus says, and Theo makes a small sound of protest beside him.

“Seamus,” he whispers, as if pleading with him to drop it.

“Realistically, we can’t cancel every time-” Zeke starts.

“Zeke!” Seamus snaps, incredulous.

“I care about him just as much as you, but what has to be done has to be done.” Even he doesn’t sound fully convinced.

“Spare me,” Seamus spits back.

“Shay, please,” Theo murmurs, and Seamus takes a deep breath.

“Just tell me everything.”

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He didn’t have to carry Theo in from the car, but he certainly had to carry him upstairs. He’s exhausted, not even to mention the fever he's running. Someone in perfect health would be exhausted after the tour schedule Theo has.

He’s had some kind of throat infection for at least the last month, and he's been doped up on painkillers and antibiotics nonstop for the last two weeks. In the interest of keeping him on stage they've had a doctor shooting him up with Prednisone before each show. If it wasn't for the steroid shots he likely wouldn't be able to talk, let alone sing.

Seamus always knew deep down the label would do anything to keep their tour rolling. But he never imagined it would come to this. Performing with a throat injury is playing with fire, it’ll be a miracle if his voice doesn’t need serious rehab. For now though, Seamus is just focused on trying to make the best of the situation at hand.

Theo is sitting on the edge of their bed, flushed and shivering, while Seamus slowly helps him out of his sweat damp clothes. As he goes, he presses kisses to Theo’s overheated skin, slowly and reverently. Theo melts under him, pushing himself as close as he can get.

The way he’s pressing closer, the sounds he’s making - it all says he wants things to go further, but Seamus knows that would be ill advised at best, disastrous at worst, so when Theo’s fully undressed he pulls away.

Still, he leaves one hand on Theo’s head, the other on his shoulder.

“I’m gonna go make some tea, alright?” Seamus says, and Theo gives him such a miserable look Seamus almost wants to forget it and just lie down with him right now. He runs his thumb over Theo’s temple. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

He kisses his forehead before heading back downstairs to the kitchen. He can’t decide whether he’s more livid or worried out of his mind.

A month. He’s been sick for a month, and he didn’t tell Seamus. Seamus imagines him in fancy hotel rooms trying to sleep with a soaring fever. All by himself. Shivering, aching after a two and a half hour show. It’s enough to make Seamus want to punch a hole in the wall.

While he’s making the tea, he schedules an appointment with Theo’s doctor and his ENT for tomorrow morning. He’ll need to dig through Theo’s bag to find his antibiotics, not that they seem to be doing any good.

The last call he makes is to Emma. While the line rings, his jaw is clenched so hard it hurts.

“Hey there, Seamus,” she says when she picks up.

“Hey there, Emma,” he says, barely holding himself back. “I was just calling to let you know we’ll need to be rescheduling the next week of shows. So that’s…” He squints at his notebook. “The next two nights in Edison, then Boston, Philly, and Pittsburgh.”

There’s a long silence. So long he almost thinks she hung up.

“Ok, Seamus. I understand you’re concerned for him. We’re all concerned for him. We all want what’s best for his health.”

“Emma,” he starts, just barely contained.

“We’ve discussed this in the past, and I’ve explained to you time and time again that he is an adult. He does not need you coming to his rescue, especially when you don’t have the full story. He’s perfectly capable of telling us himself if he’s too unwell to perform. Frankly, I think your behavior -”

“That is such fucking bullshit, and you know it.”

“Please,” she sounds bored more than anything, and that’s only making him angrier. “Can I explain?”

“How he lost 15 pounds in a month? Why he can’t stand up without blacking out? Why I wasn’t told about any of this?”

“You’re his boyfriend. Not his mother, not his husband - his boyfriend. And maybe the question you should be asking is why he didn’t tell you.”

Seamus’s fists are clenched so hard he feels his fingernails digging into his palms. He forces himself to relax. He takes a deep breath before continuing, fighting to keep his voice even.

“The bottom line is he’s not showing up for the next week. So do whatever you need to do, this isn’t a discussion.”

“Maybe you should discuss this with Theo before you break his contracts for him,” she says, her tone more grave. Of course now that her money is on the line it’s suddenly very serious.

“Goodbye, Emma.”

He wants to throw his phone. But the tea is done and Theo is upstairs waiting for him, so he takes another deep breath and heads back up.

When he walks in the doorway to their bedroom his heart nearly breaks in half. Theo's curled under the comforter shivering, breathing like he's trying not to cry.

Seamus doesn't hesitate in getting closer - they've been apart too long. He pulls Theo into his lap and strokes his hair, trying to not let how overheated he feels overwhelm him.

He's on fire with a fever, and it doesn't help that what little Pedialyte he drank has probably burned off already.

“Seamus,” he murmurs, like it's the only word he knows.

“I made you some tea,” Seamus says softly, and Theo makes a soft sound. “I'm gonna grab the thermometer and some ibuprofen and I'll be right back, ok?” He feels Theo nod, so he maneuvers his way out from under him and into their ensuite.

In addition to the thermometer and medication, he soaks a washcloth in some lukewarm water. When he gets back, Theo's half sitting up, taking hesitant sips of the tea, eyebrows furrowed.

Seamus climbs onto the bed next to him and presses the damp cloth to Theo’s forehead.

“I love you so much,” Theo whispers, and his voice sounds even worse than it did an hour ago. Seamus just kisses his cheek. He brings the thermometer up, and doesn't need to say a word for Theo to open his mouth obediently.

They sit there in silence as they wait for the reading, Seamus combing his sweaty hair out with his fingers. He’s terrified to see what his temperature actually is, and tries not to panic when he reads “102.8”

“Why didn't you tell me?” He finally asks.

Theo presses his chapped lips into a line and sighs. Seamus draws the damp washcloth down the side of his throat, then down his sternum.

“You know I would've dropped everything. I would've been on the first flight,” Seamus says, and Theo’s trembling fingers wrap around his wrist. They're so unnaturally warm.

“That's exactly why I didn't tell you, Shay.”

#my writing #sickfic #whump #illness kink #oc theo #oc seamus #fever #i promise this series will get finished lol #i already have part two written #series is definitely a little plot heavy lol

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bigball-thefrog · 3 months

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I'll Never Let You Fall Sanji X Reader

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Okay so sorry for my absence. Christmas, new years, my birthday and my school opening up again has made me busy but we did absolutely nothing in school today so I decided to make something to post again so I hope you enjoy

Warnings:

Minor swearing

Mentions of head injury

Modern AU

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I nervously bounced my leg in the passengers seat as I watched the scenery go by, my boyfriend glanced over at my nervous bouncing and chuckled, "My sweet you have nothing to worry about~ I said I would make sure you don't fall and I mean it. As long as I'm next you the only place you will be falling is into my arms~" Sanji said in a calm voice as he placed his hand on my knee to stop the bouncing.

Sanji had convinced me to go ice-skating with him despite me being terrible at it. I went once before and kept falling on my ass and even fell and hit my head once, I had to stay in bed for two days after that.. The thing is my boyfriend loves ice-skating and he's amazing at it so I couldn't say no to him. "Sanji I'm just gonna keep falling the whole time, it's better if I just sit and watch you without getting on the ice." "No that will not do! I wanted to do this with you! I'll teach you how to skate if it's the last thing I do!" Sanji said determined as he squeezed my knee reassuringly, I gave him a small smile and the rest of the ride was quiet. Soon we got to the rink and Sanji parked near the entrance, he got out and helped me out the car like a gentleman and he took my hand and led me inside, we paid for our skates and put them on. Sanji was soon to fly onto the ice and dance skate gracefully across it. I however stumbled my way towards the rink and gripped the wall to steady myself on the ice, after almost slipping and screaming I steadied myself and began slowly walking around the edges of the rink.

Soon Sanji skated up to me and gently placed his hand on the small of my back, "You're doing amazing sweetheart! I'm proud of you for getting on the ice without slipping." He gave me a kiss on the temple, I continued to walk around the edge and Sanji just peacefully skated around me making sure I didn't fall and giving me small kisses on the cheek. After I made my first lap around the rink he spoke up again, "Do you want to try moving away from the wall dearie?" "I don't know Sanji, I'm probably gonna fall." "And like I said, I'll catch you." Sanji held out his hand for me to take and I took one hand off the wall to take his. He gently pulled me and I let go of the wall with my other hand. My feet instantly gave out but Sanji quickly took my other hand and held me up. "See? I got you~" He said in a smooth charming voice as he began to lead me to the middle of the rink with one arm around my waist and the other holding my hand.

My legs were shaking a lot and I was leaning against Sanji so as to not fall. He held a tight grip on me so I wouldn't slip and we stayed like this for awhile. After a few minutes my legs stop shaking and I was starting to hold myself up while still holding onto Sanji, his eyes lit up as he saw this as well, "Well done my lady! You're improving greatly!" I smiled brightly and cheerd "I'm doing it! I'm skating!!!" He chuckled and took his hand off my waist and just held my hands, "Are you ready to go more advanced my love?" "Huh? How?" Sanji smirked and distanced himself away from me while still holding my hands then he started counting, "One... Two... THREE!" Suddenly he let go of my hands and skated away, leaving me to myself. I stumbled back and fourth a lot and almost fell over but bent forward and got on my hands and feet to steady myself. I stood up while shaking a lot since I didn't have anything to lean on. I held my arms out and put my foot forward to move, I moved forward a little bit and let out a sight of relief. I began to slowly move around forward and began to skate, my legs were still shaking and I kept my arms out to balance myself. One foot in front of the other I slowly made my way over to Sanji who had a proud expression on his face. I decided to try my luck and tried to move a bit faster. I instantly started shaking more and someone bumped into me, making me lose my balance and start slipping. I stumbled back and forth and eventually slipped backwards and was gonna fall and hit my haid. Dammit, this was just like last time! I'm gonna hit my head again and have another concussion. My life flashed before my eyes and I accepted my fate but before I could hit the ice, an arm went around my waist and a hands went to the back of my head and stopped my fall. I opened my eyes to see Sanji with a panicked look as he slowly helped me back up. He pulled me into a hug and pat my head, "You okay?" "Yeah. Yeah.." "Good" He gave me a kiss on the forehead and cupped my cheek, "I told you I won't let you fall~" He said reassuringly as he pulled me close again. "I guess we'll leave the solo skating for another time. For now, I'll gladly hold you close to keep you steady."

The rest of the afternoon Sanji held me close to him and kept me steady and I didn't fall once, maybe next time I should just pretend to be clumsy so he can hold me like this again~

#sanji #sanji x reader #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #one piece #one piece anime #oneshot #one piece fluff #one piece fanfiction #one piece modern au

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hobiebrownismygod · 4 months

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VENOM - Part 4 (Finale)

Venom!Hobie x Fem!Reader; Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader

TW: usage of Y/N (not often), cursing, graphic descriptions, angst, not proofread

Synopsis: Having a symbiote is a canon event, so Hobie brown must've had one of his own, right?

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"Run."

Run, run, run, run, run

The only word going through your mind at the moment.

You had to run.

The environment around you was blurred, screaming people and mounds of rubble simply flying past you as you ran, faster than you ever had before, you ran for your life.

You could catch glimpses of Hobie-no the symbiote in the corners of your eyes, throwing things at you, lunging at you, mouth hung open and teeth ready to feast on fresh flesh, sharp and white and petrifying.

This wasn't your Hobie anymore. Your best friend, your childhood mate, London's hero...no this was something else entirely.

A monster.

"Come Back Here Y/N." The menacing voice of, not your best friend, but the monster that'd taken him loomed over you, flooding your hearing and sending your mind into a flurry of panic. Your heart beat quickened and your legs grew numb as you kept running.

But where were you going? You didn't know.

You couldn't stop to think it out.

"COME BACK."

You ran into an alleyway, dodging past a man on a bike before continuing, the symbiote close behind you. It slammed into the wall, your sharp turn catching it off guard, and it let out a loud, angry groan.

"Y/N?"

You felt your blood run cold. That didn't sound like the symbiote.

"Y/N, why are you running from me?" You turned back, eyes beginning to water at the sight in front of you, no longer the monster, but your best friend, black, wriggling vines wrapped around his chest, stomach and neck, reaching out towards you.

"Hobie..." You whispered out, a breathy gasp escaping your lips when he stumbled towards you.

"Don't run away...help me." He said softly. "Please help me." He blinked back tears, as he held his stomach in pain, doubling over before he looked up at you through blurry eyes. "It hurts."

His voice was a mix of his own and the symbiote's, demonic yet pitiful at the same time, every single shaky breath of his sending a wave of guilt and shame flooding through your body.

How could you just run away from your best friend like this? How could you leave him to this monster?

"Please...come back to us. Let me help you."

"I..." your voice faltered off. "You have to fight it, Hobes, you have to!" you pleaded, taking a cautious step back as he stumbled forward again, falling onto the floor with a thud. He crawled towards you, knees and elbows scraping against the cold pavement.

"I-I can't." he whimpered, arm reaching out once again from the ground. The vines grabbed around his forearm, circling his wrist and finally covering his hand. "You need to help us."

You shook your head, the tears falling as you started walking backwards, searching for some sort of exit.

In your hurry, you accidentally knocked over a trash can behind you, causing a mound of garbage to fall to the ground as you tripped. A loud clang was emitted from the pile and you quickly scrambled to your feet.

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You yelped as the screeching shocked your ears, the symbiote's shriek loud enough to alert the entirety of the city. It fell back and the vines began ripping themselves apart around Hobie's head, revealing his face for just a moment before they combined again, twisting like some sort of morbidly injured animal.

You glanced back towards the ground to notice the clang had come from a couple of steel bars that'd been in the garbage, along with old food and glass jars. The bars were now vibrating and hitting each other as they rolled down the street.

Oh.

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He screamed, clutching at his skull in agony as he fell to his knees, his fingers scraping at his bare skin, digging into the flesh. It was a horrific sight and you grabbed one of the bars, the sound finally stopping.

He panted, his head drooping down as he caught his breath, the black slowly creeping up his back and over his shoulders. "Wh-what happened?" he whispered, looking up at you.

"What did you do?" he looked down at his hands as the symbiote engulfed them yet again, pure, pain-filled tears falling and wetting his palms. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO US?"

You covered your ears as the tears streamed behind your face, and in your fear, you dropped the bar yet again. His body began to convulse, his head tilting back as a scream escaped his lips. You fell to the floor, sobbing as you watched him, the torture contorting his expression and his voice.

"I'm so sorry." you whispered.

You hit the bar onto the ground again.

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You kept slamming the metal down, each clang causing a ripple to flow through the black covered Hobie's body, the symbiote screeching and distorting.

It would rip itself apart and come together again, more like a liquid than a solid at this point, rising up before falling down and sending Hobie to the ground, shaking and screaming like he was being exorcised.

"FIGHT IT HOBIE!" You yelled, hitting the ground once again, his body twisting in response. His shaky hands slowly reached towards his chest, grabbing at the vines of the symbiote snaking over his waist before pulling it apart.

He let out a blood-curdling yell as he slowly tore the black from his writhing body, revealing the red and blue of his suit underneath. You kept hitting the bar down, the pressure nearly bending it in the process.

And then...it simply melted off. He crumpled down, his body practically folding in half as the pitiful lump of black squirmed on the ground next to him.

You stared for a moment before approaching him, holding the steel bar above you just in case.

"Hobie?" You whispered.

The symbiote tried to move, tried to slither back towards Hobie in his moment of weakness, but you noticed and slammed the pole down one more time. It twitched, falling back and changing shapes frantically as it tried to regain its senses.

You needed something...a box or a jar or-

A jar.

You ran back towards the trash, the dirty glass jar from before catching your eye. You picked it up and dropped it onto the symbiote, effectively trapping it as it tried to hit and break through the glass.

It wouldn't last forever...but it would suffice.

"Hobie...Hobie wake up." You whispered, shaking your best friend and taking his hand in yours for the first time in what felt like forever. "Please wake up."

His expression was calm, eyes closed blissfully.

He couldn't be...no, he couldn't be.

"Bee?" You asked softly, the last flicker of hope you had disappearing as you cupped his face in your hands.

And then, his eyes fluttered open.

"L-love?" He murmured out, unfocused gaze taking a moment to settle on you. "Is that you?" A stupid smile spread across his face, making him look as though he was drunk.

You laughed a watery laugh, the tears beginning to fall once again. "Yeah, it's me, Bee, it's me." His body was no longer limp and he was beginning to move slightly again.

"Is-wh-are you okay? Are you alright?" He asked, putting his hand on the back of your head and pulling you a little closer as he tried to get a better look at you.

You used your thumbs to wipe the half-dried tears from his cheeks, nodding uncontrollably in response. "I'm just fine."

Those words seemed to relax him and he let out a quiet sigh of relief, his head falling back as he closed his eyes. "Th-tha's good."

"Are you okay?" You asked, using your palm to rub the tears from your eyes as you looked down at him, unable to stop yourself from running your fingers over his face and feeling his soft skin under your touch.

He smiled at the feeling, nodding quietly. "You saved me, you know that?"

You hesitated, shaking your head no. "That's not true. You saved yourself. You were amazing."

"No, no." He let out a quiet groan as he sat up, looking at you with a grin. "You saved me. I was being a dick to you these past couple days and you...you still went after me." he chuckled under his breath.

"You're a dream, you know that? I don't deserve you." He whispered, smile faltering as he pulled you closer, burying his face in your neck. You could feel his lips quivering as he spoke. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I nearly screwed it up just because I didn't listen to you"

"Oh, Bee." You smiled, rubbing the back of his head gently. "You're my best friend. I'd never abandon you. No matter how much of a dick you were. Although...you definitely were a giant dick recently."

He chuckled, pulling back and wiping his eyes. "Yeah, yeah I was." He leaned in and gave you a peck on the forehead, a warm feeling spreading to your cheeks.

The heartfelt moment was interrupted by a quiet thud, the symbiote still struggling to escape the jar you'd put it in. "We should probably get rid of that." you said softly, looking down at it.

"Yeah, that'd be for the best." He replied, jumping slightly as the symbiote knocked at the glass.

"You'll take it back to the facility? Or better, you give it to Riri?"

"Yeah, she'll take good care of it." Hobie replied thoughtfully, taking the moment to give you another peck on the forehead. "Thank you. For saving my life."

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't make me do it again."

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A/N: Yay, this series is finally done!! Sorry this part took so long to come out, but I hope you guys enjoyed the finale <3

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parkersbliss · 2 years

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Shit | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x wanda!reader

warnings: violence and cursing

wc; 1.2k

synopsis: five has one badass girlfriend to help take down the sparrows… or try to

requests: CLOSED

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“shit”

that summons it up pretty quickly tbh

like damn saved the world once and you’ve all been replaced

hahaha. .. what the fuck

“they claim to be spawn” reggie said

“claim? okay five what the hell is going on” allison asked turning towards five

five grimaces “I don’t know yet but it’s concerning”

“this is great,” you mumble

it starts with klaus trying to hug ben and being humbled and punched so hard he flies over a table

instantly, fight mode is activated as everyone argues if that was necessary

and then marcus punches luther and it’s game over

your eyes flash red, energy pulsing in your hands

“I’ll take this one babe” five said

you, of course, already know how that will go

he goes to knee ben, only to get punched

but he punches back and spins around

he goes for him again but ben ducks

five frowns, once again going for it

but ben blocks his arm and punches him in the stomach before turning him in a choke hold

five blinks out, falling next to you

“you’re alive! that’s great or possibly horrible, I’m not really sure yet”

“okay is that some sort of weird smack talk”

“it’s really more of an extensional problem, really, ben” five chides

“awesome, well, here’s your next problem”

“my turn” you grin

ben launches one of his tentacles at you

and you’re quick to throw it and him to the right with your magic

“you know even though you’re a total asshat now” five starts

ben again tries with his tentacles and you just shake your head, “nuh uh”

this time he uses two and you deflect them easily and send a ball of energy his way

he stumbles back and five appears next to him, punching him in the jaw

“It’s nice to see you again, really”

there’s a weird squeaking noise and you turn to see a flying cube

you furrow your brows, charging up your powers

then diego jumps on it and starts screaming “Who’s your daddy”

you and five just sigh before looking to help the others

you both teleport to the main room to find allison and vanya

allison’s on the floor and five grabs her before teleporting out

you glare at the man who was there

“okay showtime”

you use your magic to propel yourself up before firing at him, however, the pain radiates back at you

and he’s unaffected

you groan and switch to a different approach

you lower yourself down in front of him, smirking “stand down” you spoke slowly

he does and you smile before flying off to find five

“what are you their mascot?” someone snorts

“more like their ringer”

you drop down as five blinks behind her and socks her across the jaw

you laugh at that until she spits at him

“ugh, hey gross, all right?” five said

but then he blinks slowly and you know something’s wrong

you turn toward the girl and roll your shoulders back

she stands up, spitting at you and you dodge it

“try me” you threaten

she goes to punch you, but you stop her hand with just a look

her eyes widen and you direct the punch right back to her face

she stumbles back and you chuckle

using your telekenises, you grab a vase from a table and throw it at her

she ducks and gets back up, swinging her leg at you

you block it with your hand and turn it in your grip and toss her back

you just send a few energy bursts her way to stun her before grabbing her in a chokehold and holding her over the foyer

with your magic ofc

“bye now” you said before dropping her

you turn back to five, snapping your fingers in his face

he’s making out with… air

you roll your eyes, before closing them and opening your mind to him

you can clearly see what he’s seeing and you feel your cheeks heat up

he’s kissing you

but then you erase the hallucinations and bring him back to reality

he inhales sharply, blinking

“sup bitch” someone said

and you turn to see the girl you threw off the balcony perfectly fine

her sister with long hair behind her

shelands a kick to you and five, and you almost collide with the stairs but you stop both you and five mid fall and reverse yourselves back up

“the briefcase!” five shouts

“go!” You said “I can deal with this”

“again? really?” you taunt at the girl

she moves to punch you, but you grab her arm, holding her there and knee her in the stomach

when she doubles over you push her away

you use your magic to pin her to the wall and start choking her

your eyes flash red as you continue to cut off her airway

just when she’s on the verge, a force sweeps you off your feet and you hover over the living room

you glare at the person responsible, that being the sister

she smiles before dropping you

you land on the table in a crouched position, glaring at the so called sparrow academy members around you

“bad idea,” you said

“(Y/N)!” five shouts

you smirk, eyes deep red as you send out a huge pulse of energy

a wave of red sweeps the room, knocking all of them off their feet as they crash into the wall

you dust your hands off when you’re done, looking up at marcus and blowing him a kiss as five grabs your arm

“as hot as that is babe, we gotta go”

“right with ya”

he places a hand on your back leading you out, but not without a middle finger to the sparrows

“that’s my girlfriend, assholes! don’t mess with her”

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arokel · 21 days

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If you’re not swamped with requests, could I please have anything Bobby related with angst or hurt/comfort? 🙏🙏

Maybe Bobby is struggling to bond with the team because they’re very put off by his approach to rowing? (Like this guy sits and screams at them and critiques them all the time in the boat so it makes sense that they don’t like him at first, and Bobby gets it but the crew needs to fully trust their coxswain in order to be successful. And then maybe something happens and the team has to step up and be there for him, or alternatively Bobby does something that puts himself into harms way for them?

Honestly, feel free to do whatever, I’m happy so long as Bobby is in it 🙌

hey! sorry i went a slightly different direction than your prompt - i didn't think i could do it justice in a tumblr-sized fic <3 but this is at least in the spirit of it i think!

Befriending Al's Babies

Words: 1387 Rating: G Notes: this is book canon - aka Bobby, Chuck and Jim were in the varsity boat while Joe, Shorty and Roger were sophomores. Ulbrickson clearly had a soft spot for Joe's boat, which pissed off the varsity guys enough that Bobby created a specific chant about it - BAB, or "Beat A'ls Babies"

Bobby should be thrilled. They've got Rantz now, finally - Bobby knew he was the final piece long before Ulbrickson did, even though the prospect of working against Rantz's uneven technique doesn't fill him with joy - and the boat is flying. It's what Bobby has wanted, what he's known he could have, ever since he saw what that stupid sophomore boat could do last year and knew he could have made them even better.

But instead, there's something nagging at him.

"Alright, Moch, you've been frowning to yourself long enough," Chuck says, jogging slowly beside Bobby as they make their way up from the shell house towards campus. "Tell uncle Chuck and auntie Jim what's got you down when we should be celebrating."

"Why am I auntie?" Jim says. With his long legs he doesn't need to jog to keep up, even though Bobby is striding as purposefully and quickly as he can in the hopes of escaping any conversation.

Chuck is loping now, circling around in front of Bobby with a little backwards dancing step. "Because I don't want to be. Out with it, Bobby. You're no fun when you're moping."

"No one is fun when they're moping," Bobby mutters, but he knows when he's beaten. He keeps walking anyway just to make Chuck jog backwards for a little longer. "It's Morris and Hunt."

Chuck frowns, stumbles, and winces. Serves him right. "What's wrong with Morris? I like sitting behind him. He's steady, never crabs. And Jim likes Hunt, too."

Bobby doesn't want to have this conversation. He never wants to have any conversation about his interpersonal skills or lack thereof, but Chuck and Jim are his friends and they're trying to act like it, too. He can only keep pushing them away for so long before they stop. He sighs, making an about-face towards the water and starting to walk again. If he has to talk feelings, at least he can do it with something to look at besides Chuck or Jim.

"They're fine in the boat. They row well and they listen to what I say. But out of the boat... I don't know. There's something off, like they don't trust me or they don't like me. And I know I'm not exactly a likeable guy -"

"Shut your trap, Moch. Don't fish for compliments," Chuck says cheerfully. He winces a little with each step; he must have tweaked his ankle.

Jim is slightly more understanding, but that might just be because he's not dealing with a minor ankle injury. "Have you considered that maybe, possibly, they're still a little sore about you calling them Al's babies all last season?"

"That's - well - that's true, I guess," Bobby says. It feels like pulling a staple out of his thumb to admit it, but Jim has a point. He keeps walking anyway. "But I'm nice to them now. Outside of the boat."

"Right, because you've never held a grudge in your life."

That's true too, and ordinarily Bobby wouldn't be ashamed to admit that he can nurse a grudge with the best of them, but in this moment he's frustrated and a little bit hurt - both by Roger and Shorty's obvious distance from him and by his friends' ability to brush it off so easily as being all Bobby's fault.

He stomps down the grassy embankment towards the cut and doesn't check to see if they're still following. Maybe it is his fault; people often find his abrasiveness in and out of a shell off-putting. But that's just who he is. Roger and Shorty will just have to deal with it.

"Well there's nothing I can do about it," he says, once scuffing footsteps in the grass behind him have confirmed that he does still have a captive audience for his fit of pique. "I can't go up to them and apologize; it was just smack talk. If they're still mad then that's their issue to fix."

Suddenly there is a hand gripping his bicep to spin him around, knocking him off balance. He sets his jaw as he finds his footing again and glares even further up than usual at Chuck Day.

"Robert Gaston Moch. You can use your grown-up words and tell them hey, all's fair in love and crewing, no hard feelings. It's that easy." Chuck heaves a sigh and releases Bobby's arm, smoothing out the wrinkles left in his sleeve. "They'll like you just fine once you've cleared the air."

It's petty and childish to keep arguing back, but Bobby is petty and childish, and he's so damn frustrated that he can't just feel good about a successful practice, or at the very least sulk about it peacefully in his room.

"It's just that people don't like me, usually, and I'm an asshole most of the time and -" he says, ignoring how his voice has gone tighter with suppressed emotion. Then, even more suddenly, he is hoisted into the air.

Jim, now holding him bridal-style, shakes him gently, like a cat taunting a captive mouse. "Okay, into the lake with you."

"What -"

Before Bobby can question or protest, he's in the water. It's cold - colder even than it usually is for March, and for a second the shock of it leaves him unable to tread water. He recovers quickly enough to glare at Jim without betraying his momentary loss of control and paddles slowly to the bank, gritting his teeth against the icy pins and needles pricking his bare arms.

Jim grins, raising his voice just loud enough to be heard. "Are you ready to take it back?"

Bobby is even less ready now.

"You bastard," he pants as he clambers up onto the grass. "And people call me unpleasant to be around -"

"Haven't learned your lesson yet, I see," Jim says, deceptively pleasant, as he pins Bobby's arms to his sides and hefts him into the air again. Bobby tries to kick out and escape, but Chuck is immediately there to restrain his legs as well.

Voices behind them briefly postpone his soggy fate.

"Are we throwing Moch in the water now? Did we win something?" Roger Morris slopes into view, seemingly unfazed by Bobby's torment. Then his dark brows come down in concern and displeasure. "Shit, he's shivering. Are you guys hazing him? Weren't you on varsity together?"

Bobby feels his face burning with embarrassment and anger despite the shivers. Of all the people to come to his defense, to see him when he looks this pathetic at the hands of his so-called friends - of course it's one of the two guys who currently like him least.

"I'm fine. I don't need anyone babying me," he says. He realizes his unfortunate wording immediately, but it's too late.

Roger grins. "That's odd; I thought we were the babies."

Bobby grits his teeth and looks away. He won't snap back. If Chuck and Jim are right, he'd only be making things worse. He can be the bigger person, even if his jaw hurts with how much he's holding back. It's not fair -

"Don't look so hang-dog, Moch, we know it was all just talk," Roger says, with an audible roll of the eyes. "We were just letting you stew in it for a bit before we forgave you all the way. You're too good of a cox to stay mad at forever."

"And Rantz?"

It's still spoken through gritted teeth; Bobby can't forgive that easily either. But he feels a little less cold anyway.

Roger shrugs. "Joe will forgive anyone anything, poor man. You can ask him yourself. Anyway, we're middle children now, just like McMillin and Day. We're all grown up and mature; holding grudges is beneath us."

Jim turns a laugh into a cough.

"Oh, I like him," Chuck says, delighted. "Morris, I think you and I are going to be great friends."

He gently lowers Bobby's legs until Bobby's feet can find purchase on the ground again, and once Bobby is steady Jim, too, lets go with an encouraging back-pat.

"That's good to hear, because you've lost me as a friend after today," Bobby says sullenly.

Chuck pouts. "Aw, no, Bobby, I like you too. You're a likeable guy; isn't he, Roger?"

"We'll see," Roger says, but his faint smile goes at least a little way to soothing Bobby's wounded pride.

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cultofdixon · 1 year

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Knowing Enough for Her

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Dixon’s Little Sister!Reader / Mute!Reader • Hints of Caryl • If you asked Merle, he thinks you’re mute because of the shit you witness your dad do to your brothers. Daryl thinks you’ve always been that way, which is correct. Honestly, you didn’t mind it. Even in the end of the world…but some moments made you wish you could just scream off the top of your lungs your frustrations • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Canon Violence / Anxiety Attacks / Abuse

Requested by: Anon

“The cop is gettin’ frustrated with y’all” Merle makes the comment quick to draw his siblings’ attentions toward Shane who was arguing with Dale about letting them into their group.

“You sure it ain’t your bitchass?” Daryl snaps at Merle who gave him an eye roll as a response. He felt Y/N tug on his shirt for his attention as she started to sign toward him.

Shane scoffs pinching the bridge of his nose. “If she’s deaf, she can cause problems. Kill herself maybe”

“Shane I wouldn’t—-“

“What? Bring a bunch of rednecks and a disable into our group?” Shane turned toward the group once again but up close was Y/N as she suddenly socks the cop in the face knocking him on the ground.

The cop stumbles to the ground making the man he was talking to step back. Dale quickly looks at Y/N seeing the rage radiate off of her person as he held his hands up in surrender.

“Okay. Not deaf. I’m just gonna assume and say mute?” He tilts his head with a questioning look waiting for Y/N to inevitably nod as her tense composure relaxed. “Alright. Now that that’s clarified, we’d love to have yea. Uhm. Just…leave him down there” he states directing them toward their camp as Merle approaches the cop who was stunned on the ground while his siblings went head.

“I wouldn’t fuck with my sis, pig” Merle laughs picking up the pace to catch up with them.

So you’re gonna go on this dangerous run into the town? Could it be a ploy to get rid of you? Y/N frowns signing to Merle as he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him to that last part.

“They wouldn’t survive if they tried to kill me”

“Can’t hold it against them” Daryl scoffs. “Watch your back, man. We may hate you too but—“ Y/N smacked Daryl in the chest. “Your family. We want yea back in one piece”

I can go with him Y/N states to Daryl as he shakes his head. He’ll be safer with another one of us

I don’t give a flying fuck. Merle is a big boy he’ll be fine Daryl frowns signing to his sister who grew frustrated instantly. “You’re staying here”

“Y’all know I know sign right?”

Everyone is listening Y/N points with her eyes to the few that would watch them talk with sign language and when they got noticed, they’d turn away. This shit isn’t foreign.

Don’t get feisty. I will be fine, kid Merle scoffs, still awful with his signing but it was enough for Y/N to understand. “Yer gonna go on the hunt with Daryl. I’m going on the Atlanta run. Nothing can go wrong”

Then of course, Merle didn’t come back. But another cop did.

Y/N watches her brother go off on the poor guy after he had just reunited with his wife and son. She watches as Shane turns toward her looking for her to stop Daryl’s outburst toward his best friend Rick. But if she could speak, she’d expose what she sees in the trees.

“Stop your brother!”

The youngest Dixon met him with silence but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a plan.

Shane groans as the situation started to escalate and before either cops could get a hand on Daryl. Y/N suddenly came forward and pinched a nerve to make her brother instantly drop to avoid him landing a shot with his knife.

“Thank you” Rick thanks Y/N as she nods before going to Dale writing in the air knowing that would tell him to get her something to write with.

It took some time to get Daryl to calm down as he was now mad at his sister for what she did. Y/N wrote on the pad of paper with Rick and Shane on either side of her.

Is Merle dead?

“No, just chained to a roof”

Is it easy to get there?

“Also no, Atlanta is infested with the dead that we can’t risk going back in there”

“But I can find us a way” Glenn chimes in getting two concerning looks and Y/N’s curious one. “We have to plan this out though.”

“If that’s the case we can also grab the weapons I left behind” Rick adds only for Lori to protest the possibility of actually losing her husband.

Daryl finally calmed down enough to join the planning process as Y/N taps him giving him a concerning look.

If they won’t help us, we’ll do this ourselves Y/N signs but Daryl’s facial expression gave away to the rest of what she told him.

“What’d she say?”

“I’ll agree with her. We’ll take care of it ourselves if yea don’t—-“

“Nah. We ain’t risking lives. If there’s a way? We’ll do it.” Rick insisted and left to talk to Lori about such.

Once it came time to preparing to leave, Y/N got in the hull of the truck with Daryl as she had her axe strapped to her back watching Rick and Shane talk.

You think he’ll tell his friend?

“Nah. Hell I wouldn’t if I did” Daryl scoffs only for his sister to smack him. Why do you care?

We act on emotions. No one really uses their brain anymore. Y/N frowns. Merle must’ve asked for a death wish. Dumb bitch acts more than thinks

He better be okay Daryl frowns signing that last bit as Y/N takes his hand into hers.

But not finding Merle was just the start. Then the outbreak in the camp. And it continued going down hill…

After helping her drunk brother to their room, Y/N went back to the common room of the CDC hearing Shane’s voice and the heat in such toward who she can only assume to be Lori. Even if the girl had no booze in her system, she had to help a friend out.

Before Shane could even lay a hand on Lori is when the door suddenly flew open and Y/N stumbles forward to the couch. She gave out short laughs or what sounds like puffs of air that could mimic such.

“She had a bit too much” Shane rolls his eyes as Lori shoved him away from her before helping Y/N by wrapping her arm around her shoulders. “We were talking”

“I’m taking care of her” Lori’s glares shot like daggers through his chest as she directs Y/N out of the room.

Once the two were alone in the hallway for a short moment, Y/N straightens herself out which confused Lori but she watches her face grow in concern resting a hand on her arm.

“Am I okay?” Lori asks watching her nod as she couldn’t be happier that she had someone who cared for her, even without knowing everything in its entirety. “I’m good. Thanks to you”

Y/N smiles warmly. Good she signs seeing the confusion grow but given what Lori just said.

“Good?” Lori smiles as she nods happily before making sure she got back to her room with her family.

When the CDC was a blow, literally, and the group was a back on the road. Y/N was in the car with Lori, Carl, Carol, and Sophia as she started to teach the kids a few signs with the same pad and pen given to her from Dale. The four started to get the hang of it, the moms more than the kids.

Especially when Y/N signed to Carol that she was going to go look for her daughter. Even if she ended up finding her brother injured along the way. To add more to his state, the two standing close to one another looking like undead blobs in a crosshair to an idiot who’s never shot a hunting rifle before.

“Y/N, we’ve got him” Rick reassures holding him up gesturing for Shane to help hold him up on the other side in place of Y/N.

Clearly the guys helping never “heard” a mute person before but still felt awful listening to Y/N’s crying as it sounded more painful than a regular cry.

“He’ll be okay” Glenn reassures hugging the girl as she watches Dale and Andrea run over to the group which lead to him getting pushed and Y/N rushing Andrea.

“Jesus Christ!” Dale freaks out when Y/N tackled Andrea down to the dirt, pinning her down and not taking any hits on the woman. “Y/N she didn’t mean to”

Y/N just stared at Andrea ignoring Dale and given the ones not carrying Daryl weren’t breaking the two up. They knew she was trying to teach Andrea something but it was never going to get through to her.

A few hours went by and Carol came into the room Daryl was resting in with dinner for him and to thank him for looking for her daughter. But to add…

“Your sister went back out there. Followed your footsteps…more carefully…to figure out more. But given you found something of Sophia’s. You both are doing so much for me that I don’t want you to risk yourself”

“No one should feel that pain of losing somebody…”

“Then don’t let Y/N feel such. I like her” Carol smiles kissing the archer’s temple before leaving the room.

Everything seems to escalate in the apocalypse. Sophia had met her fate too soon, Carol was heartbroken and Daryl was frustrated. Y/N knew not to get in the middle of Daryl’s outburst but he knew that she’d give him a new one to hurt a grieving mother’s feelings even further.

But his frustration turned when Hershel went missing, because so did Y/N.

The Dixon brothers can be idiots for acting on their emotions before even thinking. But their sister knows to think ahead.

Ahead being the attack on the bar that held Rick, Hershel, and Glenn. When Glenn went ahead and Rick thought he was shot, he quickly ran to his friend finding Y/N had pulled him out of the way just in time.

“How did we not see hear you coming?” Rick laughs relieved as she shrugs with a smile before pointing in the direction she was going to help give them a window of escape.

That act lead to Rick and Glenn finally gaining an interest in learning to sign. But that had to wait for their return with a hostage that didn’t really give anything useful except reveal that Shane was more psycho then they thought. And the farm was just as temporary as the CDC.

House hopping gave them time to learn more signing and for Y/N to grow close with everyone left. So the pain she endured when Lori died broke Daryl watching her sob. He didn’t hesitate to help in that split second as he and Maggie left to get formula and other necessities that’ll benefit the baby that was later named Judith.

“You stick close”

You be safe

Daryl nods continuing to follow the group into Woodbury with Y/N covering their backs. Saving Glenn and Maggie lead to be difficult especially when the one that hurt Glenn was their own blood.

Y/N had managed to get out of getting caught up in the trouble her brothers were now facing. But she helped Maggie and Rick get them out of there, even if the two were only trying to get Daryl out of there.

We can’t have him come back with us

He risked himself to help Daryl. Merle isn’t the same man you met back at Atlanta Y/N sighs at Rick who wasn’t going to have someone who worked for the enemy in their space.

Y/N. Think about the baby. We can’t have the Governor knocking on our door Rick frowns signing back as he really didn’t want to argue with Y/N about this.

He also knows what we are signing. Y/N crosses her arms as Rick turns to Merle who was only growing more annoyed. Ain’t good at it. But still. Regardless. He’s family

“HE CAN GET US KILLED” Rick suddenly yells at Y/N shocking all of them and without a second she shouted back. Sounding strangulated but it made it clear that he made a mistake yelling at her.

“Holy shit” Merle scoffs surprised that even came out of Y/N and in regards for him in that matter. “Look. I can help y’all take down Woodbury if shit ever hit the fan. Hell I can even be chained outside like a dog if it means—-“

“We don’t want you there” Glenn frowns still frustrated with what Merle did. Maggie held his arm keeping close and still worried about his injuries.

“Then…we’ll leave” Daryl states not letting any protests from the others who don’t want the good Dixons to leave.

Yet that didn’t last long and Merle could’ve seen it coming a mile away…but part of him was relieved they didn’t stick with him and he wasn’t going to let his family get hurt.

Even though the world keeps taking and Daryl came back to the prison with dried tears and horrible news to Y/N who could already know by the look in his eyes. She turned to Rick with tears in her eyes as she couldn’t even think of the words to say before looking at her feet then signing.

He has to pay.

And he did. The prison then got an infusion of the Woodbury folk and they started to make the place more of a home.

“I’m gonna go huntin’, wanna come or busy?” Daryl knew she was busy given his sister was currently holding baby Judith and listening to her soft coos that she happily expressed.

Don’t forget to check the snares Y/N signs with her focus still on the little baby but before he left her cell she tapped the metal bars to get his attention. Ask Carol to join you she signs with a smirk that was met with a scoff from her older brother.

“Your sister is in love with that baby”

“She’s always wanted to be a mom” Daryl lead the way to track down the rabbit he spotted tracks for with Carol happily joining him.

“But she doesn’t cuz she’s mute? That stops someone?”

“Stops her but Judith fills that void and I ain’t taking that away from her” Daryl knelt down by a snare handing Carol his crossbow for a second to untie the rabbit that was caught. “Make that stew of yours?”

“Let’s find another and then I’ll make your favorite” Carol smiles watching the heat meet the tip of his ears. “I’ll make it for you regardless of how many you get me”

“Hey uh” Daryl straightens up putting the rabbit in the bag. “Maybe we can do the late watch together instead of switchin’ off?”

Carol couldn’t help the excitement to rise in her chest as she nods with that signature smile of hers.

“Then hurry up Pookie.”

The good days were limited, when Carol disappeared and the illness took out a good handful of people with it’s hell and the undead’s involvement. Daryl knew Y/N took care of herself and was taking care of Judith, Carl, and Beth when the illness came through. Protecting them. Even if she didn’t get sick, she was the first person he had to check on once the medicine got into their people.

Carol will come back Y/N reassures with a smile as Daryl brought his arm around her shoulders bringing her in.

“Can I be honest?” Daryl frowns as she nods. “I don’t have a good feeling…”

There seems to be a pattern. The good then bad then good again. But next was bad and the Governor’s comeback was that.

As Daryl got Beth out of the prison hoping Y/N made it out safe, his anxiety was relieved when she ran into the two right before Beth was taken. Y/N felt awful as if everything happening to them was her fault…guess she shares that with Daryl. The silence between the two grew worse when they came in contact with the Claimers. Y/N didn’t want to sign in case any of them knew but by the looks of them, she really could’ve whenever she had a suspicion. But she thought Shane was insensitive toward her…this group was worse

Daryl woke one night with the Claimers to hear Y/N struggling. He was about to get up and knock the lights out of the guy when he was stopped. No leader in sight meant, they were going against his agreement of not laying a hand on her if he did whatever was asked.

“Stop! You’re hurting her”

“Just trying to get words outta her man” One of them laughs crushing her hand which only resulted in more screaming. “Wow she’s real good with no begging to stop”

“Yknow” Len, the one giving Daryl the most trouble, approaches and took her other hand into his. “We gotta go hard” then suddenly a loud crack was audible as he broke not one, but two of her fingers. Making Daryl break loose from one’s grasp and shoving the other into the guy to avoid being grabbed again as he grabbed Len.

Len was instantly tossed to the ground right as Daryl socked the other Claimer in the face finally letting go of Y/N as she knelt to the ground feeling her hands shake trying to get a look through the blur that her tears caused. But all she saw was bent out of place blobs and felt all the unbearable pain that made her scream for the rest of the night.

Which lead to Len’s death the next morning, done by Joe without a second thought. Daryl, bloody and bruised, took the tape he had to buddy tape her broken fingers after snapping them into place as it only brought more pain. He got a good look of the other hand as they were more of the cutting and brushing type with the other. Daryl watched as her hands shake but he couldn’t hold them to comfort her…that would only cause more pain. He took his rag out wrapping the other hand the best he could even if her tears continued to fall.

“They’ll pay” Daryl whispers only for Y/N to bonk her head against his causing a wince from him and his eyes to lock onto hers. “We gotta find the others quick”

Quick came but lead to another fight and Rick killing the one threatening him and the one trying to have his way with Carl. While Michonne takes out her handler and Y/N held her axe with the one hand with no broken fingers, taking out the one that dared lay a finger on her brother then the siblings took out the last two.

As morning came and Rick was talking about going to this Terminus to see if it’s actually safe or not what it is. He was going to ask Y/N if she’s seen any of their own before meeting with Daryl when he noticed what the Claimers had done.

“Fuckers…”

“You’re just gonna have to do all the talking” Daryl states, checking how bad the bruising was on her arms after taking a few hits during their fight on the road. “It’s a safe bet headin’ to this sanctuary”

“Maybe we’ll find the others”

Hopefully Y/N thought blinking away more tears as she sat on the ground for a bit given they’ve all been through hell. A few more minutes didn’t hurt anyone.

The group got to following the tracks to this Terminus and Daryl couldn’t help but check in on his sister even if it was met with tired and pained expressions. He knew what she meant by them.

When they reached Terminus, Daryl instructed Y/N to keep an eye out in case anything goes south. He doesn’t want to risk her life in there. But she was going to anyway.

Y/N heard the gun shots and right as she was about to head inside, the relief that washed over her when Carol met up with her. She couldn’t be happier to devise something to help get their family out of there.

“Who the fuck are—-“ the gunshot cut the guy off as did Rick stabbing the drift wood in the neck of the other one.

Rick sighs thankful seeing Y/N helping them get out of there as she helped let loose the others with her knife. Daryl instantly brought her face into his hands making sure they didn’t lay a hand on her but she smiled in that second to reassure him.

Finally their group got outside of that hell, with new members as well. Daryl didn’t hesitate to hug Carol when they spotted the other in the woods. Y/N watches the two smiling warmly.

Soon the group was pieced together…with a few missing pieces along the way…the good. Then the bad…this should be the good part now?

“Y/N”

Y/N looks up at her brother confused seeing his usual worried expression burden him.

“Please. Please give me somethin’ that’ll confirm this will be alright”

The youngest Dixon knew the words wouldn’t come out in any way to communicate to him, so all she did was take his hand squeezing it with the strength she had left.

Then the gates opened to Alexandria…

The good.

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