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alazyparallelworld · 1 year

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Cleaning a dish and thinking abt gonta [as you do] and had the thought of, "god I wish gonta was my dad," before, "well, wait, would he even be a good father..?"

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Thinking, who would be, Good Fathers, in v3. further explain below

ou - No. moving on sai - even after admitting, processing, and getting closure from his - less than ideal parents - sai would be too afraid to hurt his children. his work with runaways etc would make him sensitive to 'warning signs' and he'd either be very hands off or very engaged, not a lot of inbetween. he'd need a partner who could balance this out... and ou would not. gonta - Honestly. he probably has a lot of ingrained 'societal norms' from his family, that would result in a LOT of conflict with children - he would have Visions, of his kids, of 'who they are meant to be'. he is kind of unawares of body language, too, and would be... a bumbling sort, until toddler age. once gonta overcomes the, Perfectionist aspect of himself, he would be a very forgiving, understanding, if unorthodox dad. but that's gonna take a long time y'all ama - considering how important family is to him, 1. i can see ama agreeing to be, Wed, or having a 'serious relationship' to the (bio) mother of the children - but also 2. realizing he is not cut out for this. it's hard for me to see ama, wanting, to be a father? i think he values his sisters more than - you know, romantic relationships, and having a family of his own. thus he would be a very 'distant' but 'chill' dad, no conflict, arguments, and he would have - kinda the Smoothest divorce, you could have, n come out with a very healthy relationship w mom and kid. he's probably the 'summer vacation' dad. but he's kinda more of a best friend than a parent shin - Holy shit a lot of weird shit has to happen for this to be a scenario. therefore, shin would actually be a good dad. i think he would be JUST AS SURPRISED re: pregnancy - and he'd have to mull over it, for a bit, like.. do i wanna be involved in this kid's life.. but ultimately, 'humanity is beautiful,' he prolly comes into it with a bit of a ... fucked, perspective, curiosity. but genuine unconditional love, affection, and 'need' of his own child would smash down a lot of shin's - issues, in this aspect. he would grow, very much, in a very short amount of time, and he would devote his life to the kid. and due to his vast worldly (and otherworldy) experiences, he'd be open-minded and sensitive to whatever interests n issues the kid would have. Although he probably overencourages 'weird' or 'morbid' thoughts, of the kid. momo - see the thing is, momo expects himself to settle down and have a kid. or kids. y'know. his entire life he's been raised with this endgoal paradise... and he'd be in SUPER, AWFUL, DENIAL, FOR YEARS, about being in a loveless marriage. momo would think he is kind of broken. his job keeps him away from home - n he would devote himself to it, to Avoid... the messiness... - and he would have a back-n-forth relationship w both mom and kid. it'd be really messy. type of father where the relationship improves, once the kid is an adult. meanwhile if he was an uncle/godfather, less - 24/7, Direct Blood relationship - he would be awesome. the LUMINARY OF THE STARS!! NOT EVEN CRYING CHILDREN - kii - i don't have a lot of thoughts on this scenario bc kii is, sort of, ... a growing thing. he'd have to be taught thru the experiences of others, fellow parents, to be a good one - n he would be near-forced to learn in that, as that's how he is programmed. and while writing this i went, 'HE IS, A ROBOT, HE CANNOT FUCK,' so he's probably - 'the father walked out' and thru crazy hijinks kii is now the stepdad. hilarity ensues. he would be painfully average, but Fine. hos - THIS GUY WAS DESIGNED TO BE THE BEST DAD EVER. lack of piggybacks tho. no, like, he is the most, emotionally aware, of anyone in vthree. he would be so stupidly toothrottingly sweet with kids, whether or not they're his own. hosh would probably cry into his bed every night, for awhile, after the birth bc ohh my godd... oh my god... he isn't the type to get, excited, though, so there could be some - "you never Support me," miscommunication, BUT it's easy to tell w time when hos is amped abt smth. otherwise? Best d

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loveforpreserumsteve · 1 year

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A Whole New Ballfield: "ALN" Post (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Nineteen:

"They look like an alien," Cori commented, looking at the 3D ultrasound picture.

"I'm definitely never having kids," Bitsy claimed, face scrunched up in displeasure at the odd photo of her unborn nephew.

"What are you talking about?" Kit asked, taking the picture from their sisters. Crossing the room to where Ollie was sitting, they held the picture up to the pregnant omega, "He looks just like his pops."

"Ha," Ollie deadpanned, snatching the picture from his younger sibling. "So funny. And just for that, you're not godparent."

"Way to go, loser," Leigh-Anne good-humoredly teased, affectionately shoving Kit.

The alpha simply rolled their eyes before wrapping Leigh-Anne into a headlock, rubbing their knuckles along her freshly shaven head. Steve simply rolled his eyes at the display. Increasingly, it was a common sight to behold.

Not even Tony was surprised by the scene as the short omega punched Rhodey's arm, whining, "I thought that I was going to be godfather."

Rubbing at his sore arm, Rhodey loudly scoffed, "What made you think that?"

"I was told that I was," Tony pointed accusingly at his pregnant childhood friend, "Directly from your husband."

"Hey," Ollie was taken aback. Denying that he did such a thing and corrected, "I said that Pepper was godmother."

"And she's my wife, so I would clearly be de facto godfather," Tony argued.

Handing the riled up omega some of Natasha's infamous Grinch mocktail, Pepper assuaged, "We just won't make them godparents to our future children."

"That's not fair," Oliver pouted, marking over his protruding bump.

"Definitely not fair," Rhodey agreed, attempting to appease his mate and his unborn son who started kicking harshly from inside his womb.

Clearly uncomfortable, Ollie huffed and pushed himself from his seat. After Rhodey helped him, Oliver turned so he could give his spouse an appreciative kiss. Then, he pivoted his current core strength and headed for the kitchen where the older adults at the baby shower were hanging out.

"Ya hangin' in there, papa?" Tibby asked, strategically playing her UNO card.

"If I could –" Oliver started, ladling some of the popular Grinch punch into a festive winter themed disposable cup "– I would remove him right here and now."

"Been there," Mandy said, playing a reverse card.

Ivy's wife, Paige, continued the saying, "Done that."

"Three times," Auggie's wife, Tula, added, rearranging her hand of cards, trying to plan her next move.

Steve assured the younger omega, "By the time he's here, you'll miss it."

"Yeah?" The pregnant man asked, taking a drink of the non-alcoholic punch.

Nostalgically, the older guests glanced at their kids. Sure, Auggie and Tula's youngest daughter, Twiggy, was only four. But Steve knew all too well how fast time really flew. After all, it had seemed like just yesterday, Oliver was sleeping on his bladder and causing him pain as he outgrew his petite womb.

Clearing the emotion from his throat, Steve nodded, "Yeah."

"Kinda makes me wish I didn't get my tubes tied," Tula half-joked before calling out, "UNO!"

"Damn it!" Tibby complained, just like every other time they played a game that she wasn't winning at.

A soft grin on his face, Oliver gazed down at his bump, admitting, "I guess it's not so bad."

Steve nodded, agreeing. As the kicking continued, Oliver stretched, shifting his weight, in hopes of getting more comfortable. Meanwhile, Steve extended his hand, but didn't dare touch the omega without permission. Son or not, Steve understood a person's boundaries. Especially from his children.

Huffing out another breath, Ollie conceded. Letting his omega father feel the baby kicking and wiggling about. Steve just couldn't believe that any of this was real. The life that he had planned for himself before he met Bucky never paid close attention to a family. He had been a lonely man who distracted himself enough to never realize just how lonely he was.

The only thing that he'd change about his life was to have it include little Roo's great grandma, Sarah, and his namesake, Aunt Flora. They deserved to be there in person. And it was the only thing that truly broke Steve's heart when he looked at his life.

Beneath his palm, Rory gave him a particularly hard kick, and Steve hoped that that was confirmation. Almost as though Rory was assuring him that Sarah and Flora were with him. Guiding him. Loving him. Making sure that he made it safely to them.

"Thanks, bub," Steve softly told him while gently caressing that spot where Roo's tiny foot remained pressed against Oliver's womb. Seeing how uncomfortable Ollie still was, Steve lifted his other hand so he could cup the younger omega's face and assured, "Just a little bit longer. It'll fly right by."

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aterlupus · 1 year

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"How do I feel..." It's an odd question. What did he feel for him? That conjured a lot of thoughts up. "I feel... comfortable, I suppose."

The phrasing hardly made sense, but trying to find the words for it was also difficult.

"... He is strong. Viciously so. His capabilities are far beyond anything I can compete with. It is that ability he has that makes me feel... grateful, I suppose. I know he is safe, no matter where he is, because there is nothing that can destroy him. I have never felt that way about someone."

"To know now that he truly couldn't die though... I wish I could help him. But I don't know how. I don't know what could make things better. I don't even know if he'd want my help."

"I was made his godfather before he was even born. I didn't know what to expect when he came into the world. I was the there the day he was delivered. I held him at his mother's funeral. I visited him on his hearing, after he killed a man at 14 years old..."

"What have I done to better his life? I wonder that sometimes... I haven't done enough. What can I say? When I saw him kill Varis, I was outraged. I was so full of hate. I hated him in that moment. Yet now... I can't even hate him. That feeling is gone. It's not even him that I feel anger towards."

"... He was used by an ascian. I know how he feels. I pity him. Yet I know that he would hate me if I admitted to pitying him. Sometimes I admire that about him. Sometimes I ache knowing that about him. I wish I did something to help him sooner..."

"I guess I don't know what else to tell you. I want him to be happy. But I don't think either of us ever knew what that was."

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theshireisburning-so-mordoritis · 3 years

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Stress Relief

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: 18+. Dry humping. Unprotected PIV. Slight angst.

A/N: I wrote this to help me get back into writing after a burnout phase. The smut is very much based on *that* scene in the show. It's probably not the best but it was refreshing to write for a different character after I've been concentrating so much on my Oberyn series. Hope you enjoy!

It happens on an evening like any other.

There's takeout cartons scattered across the coffee table whilst you're sprawled out on the couch with your feet in Javi's lap. The tv humms quietly, melding into the comfortable silence between you that's only broken by the occasional sip of beer.

It's always been like this with you, easy, relaxed. He knows he doesn't have to fill the silence with meaningless words and he likes the sense of comfort it brings him that he can just be.

It's why the two of you get along so well, a rare occurance for the notoriously prickly DEA agent. For all the differences between you there's just as many similarities, sometimes too many your collegues would say but Javi doesn't really give a fuck what they think of him and no one would dare say anything less than polite about you incase he hears.

He'd gravitated towards you from your very first day, from the moment you hadn't flinched or even raised an eyebrow in judgement as his escapades were regaled before you could even settle in behind your desk.

They'd joked that you'd be next, that Javi could never resist a pretty face even if it broke the rules and they'd cackled whilst making bets for how long you'd hold out. He didn't even get a chance to lose his temper before you'd turned on them with a cool expression, lips twisting in a humourless smirk.

"So what you're telling me is that Agent Peña is the only guy in this building that is actually getting any. Gotcha. Maybe if you guys focused on your own lives instead of his, your personal time wouldn't be so lacking."

They'd looked at you dumbfounded. Hell even Javi had been stunned, a wide grin splitting his face as the other agents had grumbled and scuttled away red-faced. You'd turned to him then with a conspiratorial wink and he was hooked.

You truly didn't give a shit about what he got up to, never once looking at him different and just accepting every part of him. It was something Javi hadn't known he needed so badly, you just understood and he clung to that with a fierceness that would embarass him if you ever found out.

He'd never admit it but he's happy to have you by his side, as his partner, against the Cali godfathers. You're the force of nature he needs to kick him in the ass when he feels like he's fighting a losing battle and the tranquil calm he craves when he gets too heated.

The past few weeks have been rough on you both and he knows if it wasn't for your presence he wouldn't be as relaxed as he is right now, a small smile on his lips when he looks over at you as you stretch.

You remind him of a cat in the basking in the sun, except it's takeout, beer and his company that has you unwinding your tense muscles happily after a shit day. His fingers slip over your calves, gently massaging your legs and he chuckles softly as a satisfied groan escapes your throat.

You hear him and one of your eyes crack open from where they'd slipped shut in bliss, a teasing grin across your face.

"Honestly Javi no wonder your informants were all giggly and shit that time we had to go for intel. Your fingers are like magic."

He snorts whilst nipping at your leg to tell you to shut up and you jump, a laugh bubbling past your lips as you kick at him gently. He catches your foot and returns to working his fingers up your leg but not before shooting you a lewd smirk.

"I don't think this is the kind of thing my informants think about when they're thinking about my fingers cariño."

You screw up your face in mock disgust as Javi laughs.

He enjoys teasing you, likes the little smile that always tugs at your lips after you've pretended he's violated your not so innocent ears. It's present now as you point an accusing finger at him.

"Enough of that! I don't need the mental image of what you do with them when you're not giving me a massage."

That peaks his interest. He wonders then if you've ever thought about him like that, like he's thought about you more times than he cares to ever admit. He almost wants to press further, to see how you'd react to the thought of him running his hands over parts of you far more inappropriate than your legs.

But no, he chastises himself, he can't do this with you. Can't risk ruining the only good friendship he has on the off chance you might return this need he has simmering in his gut.

You accept Javi and his lifestyle but he's pretty sure hook-ups aren't your thing and everyone knows that's all Javi can offer.

He snaps out of his thoughts, lifting the bottle of beer to his lips in attempt to to rid the dryness in his throat, hoping you haven't realised he's just spaced out for moment thinking less than friendly thoughts about you whilst your lying right there.

He opens his mouth to change the subject, to lead you both to less dangerous territory but that's not what comes out when he looks back at you.

"Why? You scared cariño? Worried the thought of what my hands can do might be a bit much for you?" He smirks as your mouth drops open.

A small moment of panic flares in his chest that he might have crossed a line but then your cackling, head thrown back against the cushions whilst your hands clutch your stomach and he rolls his eyes despite his relieved amusement.

"Please tell me that wasn't the infamous Peña charm I've heard so much about." You scoff, sitting up to regard him with eyes sparkling with mirth. "If you're trying to seduce me Javi you need to do better."

Something swirls in his gut at your teasing, his spine straightening ever so slightly.

Are you challenging him?

Of course he's not trying to seduce you but when you talk like that there's no way he can pass up the opportunity to make you eat your words.

It's just some harmless fun, nothing bad can come of this right?

Your name rolls of his tongue, his voice pitching lower - rougher - as his eyes capture yours. A deep satisfaction curls in his chest when your eyes widen slightly and he realises he's got your full your attention from just his voice alone.

"Is that what you want hermosa?" He rasps. "You want me to seduce you? Leave you aching whilst I tell you what I'd do to you if my hands were on your body? Maybe you'd also like to hear what I'd do with my mouth or my-"

Javi stops short of finishing that sentence, his blood getting a little too hot beneath his skin as his thoughts get carried away.

He grins wolfishly at you, though you've attempted to school your expression into one of unimpressed nonchalance he knows you're not unaffected. He'd caught the way your lips had parted and you'd shifted almost needily in your seat.

Javi thinks you'll probably put an end to this now you know that he caught you. The smug smirk and telltale glint in his eyes is enough for you to realise you're not as good at hiding things from your partner as you think you are.

He expects you to tell him to fuck off like you usually do when you refuse to admit your wrong and he's right but instead you stubbornly barrell on.

"I think you've just single handedly convinced me to join a convent." You snicker. "Jesus Javi how did you ever get the reputation as a smooth talker with lines like that?"

"I've had no complaints so far." He winks at you.

"Because you're usually paying. They're not gonna interrupt you talking shit to tell you please for the love of god shut the fuck up." You snort, shaking your head in feigned disbelief.

You're really determined not to admit your wrong here, Javi realises and a strange kind of thrill rushes through him as he turns in his seat to face you fully, leaning in closer whilst the two of you bicker back and forth.

"What about women I've picked up in bars. Can't use money as an excuse." He taunts, knowing his smirk is provoking you into getting more riled up than you should.

"Alcohol is a miraculous invention." You deadpan.

"Oh? And how much alcohol would you say it takes? Considering you'd only had one beer when you had such an interesting reaction to what I said."

He grins wickedly when your eyes widen but other than that you remain stubborn much to his delight and shrug it off quickly before glaring at him.

"I didn't react to shit Peña."

The way you frown and the slight pout on your lips as you try to hold firm with your lie is adorable. He leans in even closer now, arm sliding over the back of the couch behind your shoulder as he whispers in your ear.

"Oh but you did cariño, I saw those pretty lips part for me and the way you squirmed in your seat, looked like you needed something more than my words." He husks whilst you audibly gulp. "Just admit you were wrong and there'll be no hard feelings."

When he pulls back, heated gaze roaming every inch of your face, he thinks maybe he's taken this too far. The look on your face is inscrutable and an apology quickly springs to the tip of his tongue, his mind a frantic jumble of anger that he's screwed up and fear that he's jeopardized yours friendship. But then you lick your lips, mimicking his movement from before as you lean in to him and his thoughts scatter.

"Make me." You whisper and he's convinced he's misheard. Was he so distracted by your mouth that he's just imagined some kind of fantasy?

"What did you say?" He asks dumbly and his heart hammers against his ribs when you smirk at him.

"I said, make. me. Peña. You want me to admit that I'm wrong? You're gonna have to prove it."

You're so close when you pull back to face him he can see every individual speck of colour in your eyes, practically taste you on his tongue and he's mesmerized. Caught in an agonising limbo as every cell in his body burns with the need to surge forward but he can't stop himself from hesitating.

"You sure about this cariño?" He rasps, his voice rough yet confident when he feels anything but. His eyes rake over every inch of your face, searching for a sign your messing with him but all he finds is a taunting smile as you watch him back just as closely.

"If you're too scared that I'm right Javi-" You begin before inhaling sharply when he surges forward and crashes his mouth to yours.

Your lips are as sweet as he's always imagined, achingly soft under his and the longer he tastes you the wider the pit of hunger in his stomach cracks open with the desire to utterly consume you. You're kissing him back just as eagerly, nipping at his lips in a way that's driving him wild and he can't hold back his moan when you sink your teeth into his lower lip before tugging it into your mouth.

He's panting when your tongue sweeps over the bite, lips parted on a ragged groan when you release it with a pop before delving back into his mouth and sliding your tongue inside to tangle with his.

Javi's hauling you into his lap before he can think twice, groaning when your thighs fall open to fit snugly around his and you settle on the hard bulge in his jeans. He can feel your heat through your sweats, bucking his hips into your center and catching you at the perfect angle to make you moan needily into his mouth.

A desperation overtakes him to hear that sound fall from your lips over and over and his hands cease their wild roaming to tug at your top, wrenching his mouth from yours and yanking the tshirt up your arms and over your head before throwing it fuck knows where.

He mutters a curse at the sight of your bare chest in his face, earning an amused chuckle from you which soon turns into a gasp when he takes one of your hardened nipples into his mouth.

You're moaning his name, fingers curling in his hair and tightening on the strands when he swirls his tongue and nips the sensitve bud with his teeth and he fucking loves it. Loves the feeling when you arch your back and press your tits closer against his face, drunk off the way your hips are rocking harshly over his length as you sink deeper into his lap.

He sucks hard, one hand pressing against your back to bring you even closer whilst the other presses down on your hip, desperate to increase the delicious friction that surges though you both when he snaps his hips against you.

"Javi you feel so fucking good." You pant and he can no longer resist removing his mouth from your chest to watch the pleasure playing out across your face. He shudders at the raw desire in your eyes as you return his stare before throwing your head back with a small cry.

Fuck.

If you keep making noises like that he's going to cum in his pants like a fucking teenager. He's supposed to be proving his talents with his words, supposed to be making you eat yours but all he's done so far is gape at you like he can't believe this is even real.

In his own head he snarls at himself to pull his shit together, to not embarass himself. He grips your hips with both his hands, stilling your movements and smirking despite himself when you frown and whine his name.

"Patience cariño." He mutters cheekily. "Tell me what you want? Tell me how you want me to make you cum. Like this? Or do you need something else?"

His fingers tighten against your hips earning him another broken little moan as you try desperately to gain some friction where he's left you aching.

"C'mon baby use your words." He grins.

"Javi…I- I need…" You whimper softly and arousal flares hot in his stomach at hearing your usually strong voice sound so wrecked.

"What do you need? Tell me." He demands quitely and rocks his hips gently into you, pulling a fractured mewl from your lips.

"Javi I need you to fuck me." You gasp.

A low growl rumbles through his chest and his hand flies from your hip to grasp the back of your neck to drag you into a searing kiss. He'd hoped to hear those words from you but never expected you to actually say them and now he can't control his desire any longer.

He hauls you to your feet, yanking your sweatpants down your legs and kissing you hungrily as you work just as viciously to rid him of his clothes. Once your both naked he falls back on the sofa, dragging you with him until your once again seated on his lap, his length hot and hard against your thigh whilst he peppers your face with kisses before claiming your lips.

He slows the kiss down as he lifts you above his lap, languid brushes of his mouth over yours whilst he reaches between you and positions himself at your entrance. Your breath shudders at the feel of him nudging gently where you need him most and Javi's entire body goes rigid as you take over and slowly engulf his cock in your tight, wet heat.

A tidal wave of spanish falls from his lips as he bottoms out, curses, prayers and everything else he can think of whilst the overwhelming bliss of being inside you splinters any coherent thought.

He waits for you to start writhing against him, desperate for the friction, before he starts to roll his hips up into you. Every slide of your walls over his cock feels fucking divine and his eyes almost roll back in his head when you begin to meet his thrusts.

Soon the two of you are breathless, small puffs of air passing through heated lips and sweat building on his brow as he rises to his knees and you wrap your legs round him even tighter. He can't stop, can't slow down even if he wanted to, you're bouncing on his cock, one arm flung behind you to support the chaotic rolling of your hips whilst you lean back to take each and every one of his thrusts.

"Fuck. You're so fucking tight cariño, squeezing me like a goddamn vice." He grunts, hands gliding all over your body, stroking your back, grabbing your ass and pulling your hair so he can lick the sweat off the column of your throat.

He's not going to last but by the sounds of it neither are you, moans are tumbling past your lips faster than than he can catch them with his own. Needy whimpers of his name following every clench of your fluttering cunt around his cock.

"Javi." You stutter. "Javi I'm gonna-"

He fucks you desperately then, feral in his need to hunt down the feel of your release before he can give into his own. Gripping your hair, he pulls your head back sinking his teeth into your neck before murmuring into the skin.

"Cum for me." He commands. "Need to feel you cum before I fill you."

He swears he's never heard a more perfect sound than when you cry out his name as your cunt clamps down around him. He chokes with the intensity of it, the heat surging up his spine bursting forth through the rest of his body as he shakes and spills everything he has into your pulsing heat.

The arm your using to hold yourself up buckles and he manages to catch you before you completely fall back, lowering you down gently and himself with you as he tries to calm his erractic breathing with tender, languid kisses.

You're breathing equally as hard against his mouth, gasping between each press of his lips and Javi can't help the grin that spreads across his face at your disheveled state.

"Oh fuck off." You mutter, glaring half heartedly as he chuckles and nudges his nose against yours.

There it is, he thinks triumphantly, the proof that he's made you eat your words. He can't wait to tease you with this for weeks to come but for now he's just happy to to lie with you. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before he rolls off to find a washcloth to clean you up, missing your shaky gulp, the confused look on your face before you shrug it off and get up to find your things.

When he returns you're already re-dressing, sweats quickly pulled back up your legs and your top dragged over your head in a way that he's pretty sure is back to front. He's not sure why but your hasty attempt to cover back up and the way you're eyeing the door leaves an uncomfortable feeling in his chest.

Usually he's just as quick to leave after sex and he hopes when he brings someone back that they're exactly the same. But for some reason he doesn't want you to rush out, doesn't want you to leave like nothing happened.

For some reason he wants you to stay.

But unfortunately you're not on the same page. You spot the washcloth in his hand and give him an easy smile.

"Don't worry about that I'm just gonna head back to my appartment and get a shower before bed."

Your voice is light, breezy even, but Javi just nods - frozen in place with a deep frown furrowing his brow as he tries to work out what he's feeling and how he's supposed to act.

"Jesus Javi stop looking so freaked out please." You chuckle. " Don't worry this doesn't change anything, we've had a rough few weeks and needed to let off steam. It was just stress relief right?"

The words are like a knife twisting in his stomach and he thinks momentarily that he might throw up. He needs to stop being weird, he thinks, it's not like he actually wants anything from you right? You're just his friend, his closest friend, he wouldn't fuck that up by possibly having feelings right?

Of course not, he tells himself.

"Yeah, just stress relief cariño." He confirms but the words are hollow and he can't look you in the eye.

He barely notices the relieved smile you give him, murmuring a soft goodnight, see you tomorrow before letting yourself out of his apartment.

Javi stands there alone for the longest time, the taste of the lie on his tongue a pill too bitter to swallow. He does want more, he allows himself to admit in the painful silence, he wants everything with you.

But he's fucked it now, you'll never think he's interested in anything more than stress relief.

He had his chance to tell you this was different and he chickened out like he always does. And the truly sad thing is that even if by some miracle he gets another chance to tell you, he doesn't know if he'll be brave enough to take that one either.

Because you deserve someone who can love with you without fear, and everyone knows Javi can't be that man.

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snapdragon-mina · 3 years

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Enchanted Pt. 1

Kuroo Tetsurou x GN!Reader

A/N: UHHHHH, here's my late entry for ✨the newest✨ POCuties Sever Collab Based on the movie version of Ella Enchanted

Warnings: No beta we die like men, a couple swear words here and there, mentions of death, attempted murder, and this is a Crack fic treated seriously. Part 2 will be out within a few hours of this.

Word Count: 2.8k

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It all starts with a baby. A beautiful baby named (y/n) was born into a comfortable family. This baby cried a lot, wanting to be held by their mother constantly. She took good care of her baby alongside kiyoko, a household fairy. Everything worked out beautifully until a particular fairy godmother appeared. As desperately as the mother and kiyoko tried, they could not hide the baby from Satori (the only fairy godfather who gave god awful gifts).

As much as Satori tried to quiet the baby's crying, it would not stop. This gave him the perfect idea for a gift. He gave the child the "gift" of obedience. (y/n) would not be able to disobey a command given to them no matter what. Kiyoko absolutely hated the gift that Satori gifted the baby and begged him to take it back but he refused.

Despite the gift they were given, (y/n) grew up to be strong willed and determined. Once they discovered a girl being bullied for something as stupid as a name, they quickly took to standing up for her. The girl introduced herself as Yachi and they became best friends very quickly.

When (y/n) discovered the gift, they asked for Kiyoko to take it away, only to be told that she couldn't. But despite this, (y/n) always fought against the gift whenever they could.

When (y/n) was still a child, their mother grew very ill. As she laid in her bed, she told (y/n) to never reveal their gift to anyone. She didn't want her child to be taken advantage of. Before she passed away, she gave them her necklace to remember her by.

----💫----

Getting dressed, (y/n) put on their mother's necklace only to be interrupted by none other than Kiyoko. "(Y/n), your father wants to speak to you." She said before taking her leave.

(y/n) walked to their father's study only to receive shocking news.

"What?! You're married??"

"Look, she has money. It was either marry her or sell the house. She has two sons, so there's no doubt she's a wonderful mother-figure." He let out a sigh before continuing. "I'm sure you'll all be the best of friends, just... give them all a chance."

The next morning, three people arrived in a carriage. They were *not* pleased at the sight of the house.

(y/n)'s father greeted the three with a warm smile and two kisses to the woman's cheeks. "Welcome, my dear. These must be your sons?"

She nodded with a fake smile. "Yes, this is my dear Tooru, and my... other son, Tobio." The brunette just stared while the black haired one did an exaggerated bow. Just as this occurred, (y/n) walks out of the house to meet the three new people who were supposedly living with them now.

"You must be (y/n)." The woman said, giving them a once over. (y/n) bowed and greeted them with a polite "pleased to meet you."

After a short, awkward pause, the woman returned her attention to the father. "You have a wonderful home, but I recall you saying that you had a castle." she hissed out.

He shook his head. "No no, you must be mistaken, I said "A man's home is his castle"."

While their father and the lady talked, (y/n) introduced themselves with a smile only to be almost completely ignored.

Inside the house, the two brothers began setting up. Tooru putting up posters of a prince while Tobio explained.

"Tooru's president of Prince Tetsu's fan club." They grinned at each other only for their faces to fall into a scowl when (y/n) spoke.

"You must be aware that Tetsurou and his uncle are responsible for the segregation of the kingdom, right?"

With a judging look, Tooru spoke. "so? He's hot."

After looking around a bit the two were getting increasingly displeased with their surroundings. A small room, damn near nonexistent closet space, etc. "This won't work." The brunette spoke in a clearly disgusted tone. "We'll use yours. Show it to us."

Unable to disobey the command, (y/n) led them towards their room. Tooru narrowed his eyes and seemed to file that bit of information for later. Upon reaching the room, He was immediately disgusted. "It looks awful. There isn't any room here either. We're throwing out some of your clothes."

"what?! No. Get out of my closet." They went to attempt to force him away only for him to immediately demand that you get away from him.

As they backed up, He noticed the necklace and demanded that it be given to him. Unfortunately, (y/n) was forced to hand over the necklace.

Not a moment later, (y/n)'s father announced his business trip. They needed money and his work was the only thing keeping them afloat.

----💫----

During a heated debate in class is when Tooru figured it out. They'd been debating on whether king Kei had been a fair ruler or not. (y/n) was vehemently arguing in favor that he was not. He'd enslaved every other race and forced them to work in little stereotyped boxes. He'd made laborers and entertainers out of anyone non human. (y/n) *hated* it.

Tooru, on the other hand, thought that he was a wonderful ruler. He gave us free enterprises, humans don't have to work hard at things that *they* should be doing. They disagreed and when (y/n) insulted the prince. Tooru demanded that they apologize and admit they're wrong and when (y/n) did, it all clicked. (Y/n) couldn't obey a single command they were given.

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"Do I really have to go to this mall opening?" Tetsurou asked his uncle as they sat inaide of an extremely expensive looking carriage.

"As heir to the throne, it's your responsibility. You're a public figure. You have to be seen." Kei told him simply.

"Yeah but you're the one in charge."

"Not for long. Your coronation is next week and you need to be out there with your people, Tetsu."

Seated next to Kei was Tadashi, who was something like Kei's closest companion. You would rarely ever see Kei without Tadashi.

Kei advised Tetsurou that keeping a good public image builds trust within a kingdom before telling him of the things that where apparently going on within the kingdom.

Of giants and ogres wanting to rebel against them and take them down but none of this sounded right to him.

"The giants have always been peaceful." Tetsurou said, confused as to why he was being told otherwise.

"The ogres were once peaceful as well. Until they killed your father in cold blood." His voice held a certain edge to it. "Before your father's gruesome death, I promised him that if anything happened to him, I would take care of you and the kingdom." Pushing up his glasses, a glare formed on the glass, shielding his eyes from view. "I have kept my promise, haven't I?"

Tetsurou remained silent for the rest of the ride, turning to face the window instead of his uncle.

----💫----

(Y/n) sat in the crowd next to Yachi, surrounded by hundreds of adoring fans of the prince as king Kei made an announcement.

"Thank you. It's wonderful to be in your... charming town of... Frell. Prince Tetsurou and I-" He was immediately cut off by the sounds of hundreds of people screaming at the mere mention of the prince's name. Kei decided to get the announcement done and over with. "And now it's with great pleasure that I introduce Prince Tetsurou."

Screams broke out again as the prince stepped into view. He waved as he walked out.

This was their cue.

Immediately, (y/n) and Yachi stood up on a fountain holding banners that read Say No To Ogrecide! and Stop Giant Land Grab!. The began chanting these words at the prince, catching his attention.

Tooru did not like this. He immediately ran over to the two protesting. "You're embarrassing us!" he hissed. "Go Home. Now."

Immediately, (y/n) began apologizing to Yachi as they left her there.

----⭐----

"Prince Tetsu, are you a fast runner?" A girl in the front asked him. He shook his head with a smile.

"Not really, why?" He immediately regretted those words. Because as soon as they left his mouth, the crowd charged at him; forcing him to flee.

He ran as quickly as he could until he ran into someone walking down a pathway. Quickly, he pulled them down and behind a stone wall.

"Prince Tetsurou."

"Please, call me Tetsu..." He trailed off, looking at the person he had just pulled down. "Sorry about that." He attempted to help them up, only to immediately be shot down.

"I don't need your chivalry and I definitely don't intend on bowing to you, either." They dusted themselves off and began walking away.

"Bow or not, that's your choice. Can't really do much about that other than have you beheaded, but that's a bit too much" he joked.

"Charming. Why don't you do what your people usually do? Steal my land and destroy my livelihood. Now if you'll excuse me." They continued walking away only to be forcefully stopped by him commanding them to wait and come back.

Groaning, (y/n) turned around and walked back to him, standing directly in front of him.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"(Y/n) of Frell."

"(Y/n)... You're one of the first people I've met that hasn't immediately melted at the sight of me." He sounded astonished.

"It might've done you some good." They rolled their eyes and went to turn around and leave again.

Tetsurou paused and looked offended. "Wait, I've never stolen anyone's land nor their livelihood. I want peace in the kingdom as much as anyone."

(y/n) turned around with a scowl on their face. "So you have a new plan once you take the crown?"

"Well... Sorta... I can't reveal it though."

They scoffed in his face. "Yeah, thought so. Y'know you're all the same. You care more about your fancy club and next jousting tournament."

"I- well I've never been comfortable with having a fanclub. In fact... Your obvious hatred of me is kinda refreshing." He grinned.

"Obvious? I was trying so hard to hide it." They rolled their eyes and continued on their walk home. As they were walking they suddenly remembered leaving their bag. Any attempt to go retrieve it was immediately stopped by a simple "wait right there."

They were stuck in place as Tetsu rushed back to get it. Unfortunately, a carriage was rushing towards them. They called out his name but was only saved as they were inches away from getting hit.

"Are you insane?! Why didn't you move?" Tetsurou asked.

"Yeah... I would've... were it not for your apparent fascination with knocking me to the ground." They sat up. "This is the second time today."

"Yeah well I'll try to be more considerate next time you're about to get ran over."

"What makes you think we'll see each other again?" They raised an eyebrow.

"Won't we?" he asked.

"Nope."

Before much else could be said, Tooru stood in the middle of the path, seething. "Get over here."

Immediately, (y/n) got up and walked over.

"Shouldn't you be at home cleaning the fireplace?" Tooru let out a forced laugh before whispering to them. "Stop flirting. I'm going to be at his coronation."

"Yeah in the center of the table with an apple in your mouth." They muttered in response.

"Go back to the mall with Tobio."

(y/n) stormed off with Tobio in tow as Tooru stayed back to try to flirt with his royal highness.

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At the mall, (y/n) met back up with Yachi. "Where were you?" the girl asked. (y/n) explained their meeting with the prince and went on to say that Tobio and Tooru were there.

"Why do you always do what Tooru tells you to?" She asked.

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Tell the truth."

"Guess I do..."

A moment later the two were spotted by Tobio and Tooru. "(Y/n). take that for me." Tooru asked, pointing towards something on a stand. The moment they took it, something lit up in Tobio's eyes. It quickly devolved into demanding them to steal various items against their will until they got caught taking a pair of glass slippers.

It resulted in (y/n) getting chased throughout the mall by a guard.

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The moment their new step mother learned that (y/n) had been arrested for theft, she flew into exaggerated hysterics. "A felon in my own home!" she cried.

Kiyoko immediately came to their defense. "They were probably put up to it. The (y/n) I know, would never do this." She glared at the brothers. However, as Tooru looked out the window, He got an idea.

"Kiyoko's right, we were there. They were forced to and it isn't poor (y/n)'s fault at all." He sighed to his mother, leaving (y/n) and kiyoko confused.

"So, Who put you up to it?" The woman demanded as she looked away.

A devious smirk graced Tooru's face. "Tell her it was Yachi." He whispered.

"Y-" They quickly covered their mouth but that wasn't enough. "Yachi."

Kiyoko closed her eyes and let out a sigh. The woman immediately forbade (y/n) from ever speaking to them again.

It was then that Yachi approached the door with the intent to ask (y/n) about what had happened at the mall. (y/n) was forced to answer the door and tell their best and only friend that they never want to see her again.

Later that day, (y/n) cried to Kiyoko about how awful the experience was until they came to the conclusion that they absolutely had to find the fairy that cursed them and Kiyoko offered something that would help them.

She held a book in her hands and present it to to them.

"I'm not... The most talented fairy... But this book is my boyfriend, Ryuu..."

The book was a light pink and gold with a magic mirror in the center. It showed a face in it and the moment he was revealed, he greeted (y/n).

"I've never seen anyone like it."

"Well, It was an accident. I wanted to practice a spell that would trim his hair since it had grown out, but it... didn't go well. So now he's in a book." Kiyoko explained.

Kiyoko allowed (y/n) to take Ryuu along with them on their journey.

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They walked through a forest, holding Ryuu in their hands when they heard screams. An elf was stuck to a spinning wheel as a couple of people threw darts at him. The elf told them to kick their asses and they did just that.

He began commentating as they fought off the guys and eventually, they won the fight with the men retreating.

Immediately (y/n) helped the elf down and checked on them quickly. Fortunately, the elf was completely uninjured.

"I'm Shoyo!"

"I'm (y/n). Nice to meet you. Now if you're okay, it was nice to meet you but I have to leave."

That didn't sit well with Shoyo. He immediately began arguing and trying to convince them to eat with him until he succeeded. Convinced that (y/n) wouldn't make it through the woods alone.

Eventually they made it to a bar in an Shoyo's home town with only a minor distraction.

Inside of the bar, they both sat down to eat and so (y/n) decided to ask a question. "Why don't you like music?"

"Right because all Elves are supposed to love singing and dancing. I wanna be an athlete, not an singer or dancer."

(Y/n) nodded sympathetically. "Yeah I understand that. I'd forgotten all about the laws that restrict elves from being anything other than singers and other occupations like that."

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After convincing Shoyo to come with them, (y/n) walked alongside him calmly until they were caught up with a couple of ogres. (y/n) tried to convince the ogres that that they were on their side only for that to backfire horribly and end up with them being steadily lowered into a pot with Shoyo tied to a tree.

Extremely conveniently, Prince Tetsurou found them and fought off the ogres, freeing (y/n) and Shoyo. He backed one of them against a tree with a sword pointed at the ogre's neck. "Are you one of the monsters that killed my father?"

The ogre looked confused. "What? No no, you've got it all wrong. King Koutarou was a good man! We lived in peace during his reign, why would we ever want to kill him?"

Tetsurou pulled the sword away from the ogre but didn't seem to believe his words. "Leave. Find breakfast somewhere else."

The ogres agreed and quickly left the area. Tetsurou turned towards (y/n). "What are you doing here w with an elf for protection? Do you get off to near death experiences or something?"

"No. I had things under control." They lied.

"Yeah, sure you did. I see the score stands Chivalry: 2, Gratitude: 0." He said, back facing them.

They apologized and thanked him for the help before cleaning dressing a wound he'd gotten from protecting them.

"So... Where are you heading?"

"A giant's wedding. I have to meet my godfather."

"That's on the way back to me home, I'll come with."

"No thanks."

"Too bad."

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toomanyrobins · 3 years

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a little birdie told me pt. 10

Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader

Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, mentions of forced marriage, mentions of alcohol abuse

Word Count: 1.8k

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Y/N was in the kitchen when she heard someone return home. She had been sitting at the kitchen island, staring down at a glass of whiskey. She had poured it to settle her nerves, but had yet to pick it up. Pepper walked in and immediately could tell that something was bothering her daughter. She saw the glass and slowly slid it out of Y/N’s hands, “What’s wrong? I thought last night was a success. Did something happen?” The younger woman nodded and refused to meet Pepper’s eyes. It didn’t take much for the intuitive woman to guess what was ailing her daughter. She nodded, “You finally realized you are in love with Steve.”

“I didn’t mean to be,” Y/N wailed as she slammed her forehead onto the island, “ow.”

“Why is this such a bad thing?”

“Because the last person I was with was a terrible person,” Birdie grumbled, “I had every intention of staying single forever to avoid feeling like shit every again.”

“Honey, that’s insane. Anyone with eyes can see that Steve is disgustingly in love with you and would move mountains to make you happy.”

“It’s just so soon. Too soon.”

“There’s no timeline for this kind of thing. When you know, you know.” Pepper laughed to herself, “The funniest thing is that when I confronted your father about the arranged marriage, he told me that the plan was for you and Steve to get married.”

Y/N shot her head up and nearly toppled off the stool, “What? He picked Steve for me? I—I have to go.”

Y/N was trying to keep her head on straight as she walked into George’s office. The entire drive over, she had tried to calm down and approach this with some levelheadedness. Before she could even sit down across from the desk, that plan was thrown our the window, “I need answers and I don’t think Dad will tell me everything. Why were you going to marry me off to Steve?”

George sighed and leaned forward, “First of all, I’ve told your father that you should’ve been told about all of this. The truth of the matter is that we needed stability in the families and this was a way to bring us together. HYDRA had started gaining power and your marriage was a way to secure some balance and open up channels that had previously been closed off to us. Also, we had seen the two of you together. You got on well. Why the sudden interest?”

“I don’t know if I can stay here. Apparently, everyone has decided I’m Jamie’s mom. No kid deserves to be stuck with me as their mother.”

He leaned back in his chair, “He really did a number on you.”

Y/N felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs but she tried to play dumb, waiting to see how much he knew, “Who?”

“You think I don’t know things, Birdie? I’ve got your medical records from your hospital visit. I know that your hospital visit wasn’t a one time thing. I know about the miscarriage. I may not know his name, but I will soon.”

“Ho—how?

“I'm a Barnes. A third of the group that runs New York. You think I can’t get information?”

“Have you told anyone?” They both knew who Y/N was truly worried about.

“I haven’t told Steve or Tony. You should though. I highly doubt they would be mad at you for anything,” his voice softened, “You were abused, Birdie. Nothing that he did to you is your fault.”

Her nails were digging into her palm, trying to focus on anything else, “I let him kick me in the stomach. I didn’t even try to stop him. What kind of fucked up, evil person does that?”

“You’re not evil. You’re hurting and have been for a while. I don’t think running will solve anything for you. Are you truly capable of leaving Jamie behind? Your family? Can you leave Steve when you love him?”

Y/N looked at her godfather, “I don’t love Steve.”

He laughed, “You used to be better at lying. He has always brought you back down to earth. I thought a match between the two of you would settle you down. Steve even agreed to it, but he stipulated that you had to go to college first and that you had to agree. He couldn’t force it on you.”

Y/N couldn’t believe it. She thought that he had just been hiding the marriage from her. Never had she considered that he knew he was her future husband, “He knew the whole time? Why would he want to marry me?”

“Of course, he knew. God knows why, because you were insane, and still are. He was ready to marry you. Clearly he thought you could make each other happy.”

“He didn’t tell me he knew it was him the whole time. I just thought he knew you were marrying me off.”

“Seems he wanted a chance to romance you all on his own, but you were gone before he got the chance.”

“This is so much information,” Y/N rubbed her temples.

George poured himself a drink, “I was like you for a really long time. I fought with my father every time I saw him, and I spent most of my teens and twenties drunk and alone. It’s a sad, lonely life that you have an opportunity to avoid. Take a chance, make mistakes. It’ll be worth it.”

Y/N sat there for a minute, trying to absorb all of the information that had been thrown at her. The office door burst open and Tony came in, “Good, your mother said you’d be here. I need you to do something.” Y/N’s nerves immediately felt like they were on fire. The moment her father had that look on his face, it was a problem, “There is a deal coming up and we need to present a united front. With the rumours swirling since your return, we’ve discussed and think the best move is for you to marry Steve.”

“Tony—,” George tried to warn him that it wasn’t the time. The whole office was frozen as she absorbed the information.

The laugh that broke the spell was harsh when Y/N realized he wasn’t kidding, “Oh my god. OH MY GOD! That talk about not wasting my life was just a load of crap.” She whirled around to Tony, “You will never learn, will you? I am not some piece of property that you can trade!”

Her father tried to walk closer but she stopped him. He continued anyway, “What is your objection to Steve, exactly? He’s a good man...mostly. We thought he'd be a good match for you three years ago and you are even closer now.”

Y/N started to walk towards the door but she turned, “I knew about your plans for me then. It’s part of the reason I left. You move people around like pawns and don’t seem to know or care that your choices affect us. All I’ve ever wanted is a say in my life and every fucking time I think maybe it’ll be different, you manage to prove me wrong. So congratulations, you continue to fuck it up.” She stared unblinkingly at Tony, “I think it goes without saying that I’ll be taking you up on your offer.”

Y/N walked down into the Ivory bar on a mission. She found her brother in his usual booth with the group. She marched up to the table, “Evening, gentlemen.” They all nodded at her before she turned her attention to Steve. She planted her hands on the table, “Look here, Rogers, you can just move on to the next girl and stop wasting my time and yours. Do me a favor and lose my number. I’ll never marry you.”

She didn’t look back as the men watched her through the window. She swung her leg over her bike and shot off. No one said a word and instead turned to look at Tony and George who had come down after her.

After she had left, Y/N pulled off near Central Park and parked. She wandered for hours until she bumped into someone. She had felt the weight of someone’s gaze for a while. Spinning around, she expected to see a familiar guard and was ready to tell them off. Instead of one of Tony’s men, it was the person who haunted her nightmares. “Better watch where you’re going, darling.” The voice made her blood run cold. Y/N was looking into the eyes of Brock Rumlow, the devil himself.

She stumbled back, trying to put some distance between them, “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you. You think I’d just let you leave?” Brock grabbed her arm and jammed a finger into her stomach, “You’ve got my kid in there.”

She laughed in his face, “No, I don’t.” He gritted his teeth and tightened his on her arm. Y/N knew that she was going to have bruises later.

“You killed our baby?” she shook her head, but Brock was blinded by rage. He shook her, “Don’t lie to me, you traitorous whore.”

“You beat me so badly that night that I lost the baby. There is no one to blame but you. And now, you have no claim over me.” Y/N wrenched her arm away, “You lose.”

“That’s where you are wrong, darling. What would Daddy Stark think of you running away to be with me? A member of HYDRA? Would they keep you if they knew the truth? You really would be a traitorous whore in everyone’s eyes.”

Y/N thought she was going to be sick. Brock was a member of HYDRA? She couldn’t believe she hadn’t known. This was so much worse than she could have imagined. “Stay away from me.” She turned and walked away.

He called after her, “I’ll be seeing you, baby!” The moment she rounded the corner, she took off in a run. Y/N’s thoughts flying as fast as she was down the streets. Once she was a block away, she cut off into an alley. She needed a moment to get her plan organized. As much as it pained her to admit it, Brock was probably right. If everyone knew the details about his connection to HYDRA, at minimum, she’d be exiled and never be able to see her family again. At worse, she’d be dead… a traitor to the Three Families. Y/N knew that there was only one thing she could do to make her position more secure and she hated it more than anything: she needed to marry Steve Rogers.

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let-the-dream-begin · 3 years

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In Hearts We Leave Behind

Losing Claire was Jamie's nightmare come to life. Leaving their daughter motherless was a greater tragedy than he could comprehend. But the words his wife leaves behind for him to read open a door that he'd thought closed forever. One person--one man--in particular is there for him and his daughter after Claire's passing, and he has no expectations, nothing but the purest love in his heart for both Jamie and Brianna. With Claire's permission given in the only way she knew how, Jamie opens his heart again.

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Prologue

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

—Thomas Cambell

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Dear Jamie,

You know I’m not the best with words, and I know I’d never say all I want to say if I tried to say it out loud. I’d start crying, you’d start crying…it would be a mess. So I’m leaving this behind. If I somehow don’t die, I’ll be burning this and pretending it never happened. But just in case, I’ve sat down while I can still hold a pen. There’s one for Brianna, too. Read it for her until she learns to read herself, would you?

I know you quite well by now, Jamie. I know what you’re capable of in your fear and grief and rage. You can’t shut down, Jamie. That is not an option. I will not allow you to waste away without me. You need to drink water and eat right and stay strong physically even when you can’t emotionally. I’ll be telling our friends to make sure of that. So don’t even try it.

Brianna needs you. She needs you to read her letter, she needs you to tell her about me when she doesn’t remember anymore. She needs her father. You are a good father, love. You can and you will raise her well without me.

Since I know you by now, I know that you’re already crying while reading this. Even though I’m writing this while I’m still relatively healthy, and I know there will be lots of time for me to comfort you…when you’re reading this, there’s nothing I can do. I’m holding you, Jamie. I’m right here with you. Close your eyes and feel me with you. I love you so terribly. We always said “’til our life shall be done” … but it’s longer than that. It’s forever, Jamie. I will always love you, even when we’re parted like this.

Take a breath, love. The rest of this letter will be here when you’re ready.

Please, for the love of God, let people take care of you. It isn’t weakness to need help after going through what you have. You have so many people that love you, and Brianna. Give yourself company, surround yourself with love even when you don’t want it. If not for yourself (because I know you), then for Brianna. She needs to feel family around her. Your sister and Ian, your father, Rupert, Angus, Murtagh, Louise. And John.

John has always cared so deeply for you, for us. Perhaps it’s the wrong time for me to admit this, but I’ve always been rather jealous. Never to the point of resentment, of course; I love him very deeply as our friend and Brianna’s godfather. But the way he looked at you always had me feeling a bit possessive. I know that’s petty of me, but now you know.

Now, however, I’m grateful. I am selfishly so bloody grateful that that man never got over you. It’s such a relief to know that I’m leaving you in such capable hands. I know John won’t let you drown. I know he’ll do anything for you and our child. And Jamie, you have to let him. Do not push him away. It would be the biggest mistake of your life, I promise you that. I believe he still loves you, Jamie, and I believe he always will. And you’re about to get very angry, which is why I’m glad I’m writing this instead of saying it. But just listen. Or read, rather.

I’m giving you my blessing, here and now, to find love again. I know your blood is boiling, perhaps you’re even cursing my name right at this moment. That’s alright. You’re allowed to do that. I’m not sure I could do such a thing if it were me losing you. So I understand.

But Jamie…your heart is so beautiful. You have the greatest capacity to love. I know you’ll have Brianna, and I know you will love her so fiercely, for the both of us. But the way you loved me was a catharsis for you. I know it. For you, it isn’t just about being loved; it’s about having someone to protect and cherish. And you deserve that, Jamie. You deserve to feel fulfilled again. I know you found purpose in loving me. You always said that I was the reason you were put on this earth. And that doesn’t have to stop being true just because I’m gone. I was your purpose before, and in a way I always will be because you have our daughter. But you can find a new purpose, Jamie. I want you to. Watching you fall in love will be the greatest privilege.

You deserve to have someone take care of you, too. You deserve to be cherished as you cherished me. And I do believe there is someone out there who already does. It may take you a while to see that, and that’s alright. Just know that once you do, I will be smiling down on you and him. (Or her. But my gut is saying “him.”)

I love you, Jamie. I don’t know if I ever said it enough. But I do. I love you so much it hurts, it aches, it burns. I’m not afraid to die, but leaving you behind is eating me alive. But I have to trust you. So I do. I’m trusting you to be okay, Jamie. Please don’t give me reason to worry. I love you more than life itself. I need you to be okay. I love you.

On your way, Soldier.

Your Sassenach, your Brown-Haired Lass,

your Sorcha, your Love, and your Heart,

Claire

#outlander #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #claire fraser #jamie fraser #lord john grey #john grey #brianna fraser #outlander au #outlander modern au

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lewis-winters · 3 years

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oh? me? writing about single dad!lewis who is a disaster human being but a good dad to a precocious little girl named Bea who adores him but at the same time thinks her daddy is the silliest person to ever exist?

you bet your ASS i am.

anyway, here have this headcanon list:

Bea is Lew's little girl from a one night stand. her mom didn't want to abort, but she didn't want to keep her, either. Lew considered putting her up for adoption, but the second the doctors let him hold her he knew that that just wasn't an option.

at that point, Lew never really knew what love was. not really. but looking down at that lil bundle in his arms that resembled more a bean than human, he decided then and there that that is exactly what true love feels like.

Bea is AMAB and has always known she was a girl. Lew always indulged her, especially when she finally learned how to talk and walk and have opinions. if Bea said she wanted to wear a dress or play with dolls or grow out her hair, he'd let her and he'd sass down anybody that let her feel like she couldn't. bc of that, Bea never thought that she was anything but a girl for ages.

i mean, the only thing she truly hated was her name. bc it was a boy's name and was therefore very ugly.

when she was four, she told Lew and everybody that would listen that she wanted to be called Beatrix-with-an-X instead of the name they gave her. she heard it on tv one day and loved it so much, she just decided to use it and that was that.

I wouldn't say Lew didn't have his moments of crisis over it-- he had a whole paradigm shift, and he definitely had to read up some stuff and talk to people, but he never let Bea know it. that's his baby girl. and he loves her. he'd never forgive himself if he'd ever let her feel otherwise.

he calls her BumbleBea on a regular basis, but in his head and when referring to her to anybody else, he calls her Little Miss Nixon

occassionally Little Miss Hypochondriac if she's being particularly fussy that day

bc Bea is VERY fussy

she's under the belief that her daddy doesn't take care of himself very much. she is right. Lew does not like to admit it.

she prepares his vitamins and reminds him to drink water and eat his veggies

they take care of each other a lot

Lew makes sure Bea does her homework and is polite and gets dressed real nice and is making the right friends

Bea makes sure Lew remembers to brush his teeth or eat breakfast or drink water or dress up warm during the winter

their little mantra in the morning is--

Lew: Be good, but if you need to be bad--

Bea: Don't get caught!

Bea also understands sarcasm a bit too well for a baby child

Lew says it's the natural Nixon gene. Blanche says it's bc Bea spends way too much time with Lew.

Bea calls Lew two things: Daddy, on the regular, and Dada when she wants to be cuddled or carried or held or comforted

Lew has NO idea why she does, but every time he hears her call him Dada while holding out her arms in a silent request to be picked up, he melts into a puddle

George, Lew's old college buddy and Bea's godfather, and Blanche are her regular babysitters. she loves them both so much but she definitely loves Blanche more because when she's with Aunt Blanche she gets presents

George treats her like a mini adult, which just kinda reinforces why she's so fluent in sarcasm to begin with or why she's half as mischievous as she is.

Bea is a morning person. Lew is a night owl. when Bea was a baby, this was definitely a problem, bc she'd have Lew running to her side at 3 am, so much so that he just moved her bassinet to his room and then just little by little let her migrate to his bed and let her serve as his alarm clock.

but when she started to walk and talk and become big enough to do things on her own, they've come up with a system where she'd get up, try her best to make Lew coffee, then wake him up with kisses

the coffee is never good but Lew swallows it down anyway

Lew is very good at braiding hair for some reason

Bea always did say that her Daddy is fit to be a stay at home husband bc he keeps track of their household stuff better than his at work stuff

Lew doesnt work at the plant-- Stanhope didn't like the name Beatrix, let's just say. Lewis told him to go fuck himself. thankfully before doing that, he saved enough money to sustain him and Bea until he could find a job. also, he has a group of very good friends and an amazing sister who stuck by him and Bea, so really, leaving Nixon behind to get a fresh new start in New York with his baby girl was the best decision he has ever made

(Lew always says Bea saved him somehow-- taking care of another human being helped him learn, little by little, how to take care of himself. how to function. he wants to be a better man for Bea, wants to be able to be somebody she's proud of. and by wanting that and doing everything to be that, he's managed to heal himself. day by day. it hasn't been easy. but it has been worth it.)

(he still drinks, though. but never in front of Bea. and never more than a glass. he can't afford to go down that road right now. not with Bea.)

Bea meets Dick first. she's seven years old in a brand new school being run by her dad's college friend and her godmother, Kitty and Dick, fresh from his last tour in Iraq, is there to visit Kitty's boyfriend and fellow teacher, Harry, who is his old college buddy.

Bea likes Mr Winters very much and talks about him to Lew when she gets home

Dick, of course, is easily charmed by this precocious lil girl with an inquisitive nature and an oddly dry sense of humor. He's planning on getting a job in the school's administrative branch so he's there quite a lot. Bea always stops to talk to him, and he never fails to humor her. He rather enjoys her company.

Lew, otoh, is getting very jealous

all Bea can talk about is Mr Winters said this and Mr Winter said that and ooohhh did you know Mr Winters was a soldier? that's pretty cool

Lew has a 9-5 desk job. Bea doesn't think that's very cool.

bc of this, Lew does not like this Mr Winters on principle

All of Bea's godparents (George, Kitty, Lip, and Ron) and her Aunt Blanche think this is hilarious

Everytime Lew sees them, he grumbles about Mr Winters. This, of course, drives Kitty to find a way to introduce them.

so, during during the Parent Teacher Conference, Lew meets Dick. and he finds he does like Mr Winters after all. he likes Mr Winters a lot.

Dick, otoh, sees Bea light up and run into Lew's open arms, giggling when Lew peppers her face with kisses and raspberries, and immediately knows he is very much In Trouble.

Bea, being perceptive as she is, picks up on their mutual crushes on each other and thinks they're meant to be (she's right, of course) and immediately starts trying to push them together.

Bea: Mr Winters, do you like bad boys?

Dick, who most definitely has always had a thing for dark haired, rakish characters with hearts of gold and is also blushing very hard: Uh... sure I do

Bea: Great. Because my daddy is bad at everything.

it becomes Bea's mission to get her daddy and Mr Winters together

she doesn't have a plan for it. she just waits to throw them at each other at every opportunity until something happens.

she's very determined. Lew would stop and admire her ambition if only he wasn't busy fumbling into this new relationship with Dick while also doing his best to be a good dad.

and it's all very cute and fluffy and nothing bad ever happens ever bc this is my au, gdi, and i'm allowed to be as indulgent as i want, thank you.

#band of brothers #winnix #bob aus #bob hcs #long post #beatrix nixon

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rai-knightshade-art · 5 years

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Canonverse AU Metas

(Warning: long post)

The counterpart to my last post about Mac Ever After, these are the two main metas of how Brady might join the canonverse. They're mostly the same story with minor differences between them (and one is written way more angstily than the other) but I'm including both for the sake of completeness. Also bonus Macdalton incorrect quote at the end.

Also here have a Lily Story Mac and Jack to match Brady.

Version 1:

Canon based Macgyver au idea; or, how to bring Brady into the canonverse and a proposed ending to the show itself:

Basically Nikki somehow ends up dead, for realsies this time. This obviously sucks and is super depressing for everyone, but more pressing at the moment is that she apparently had a kid, a son named Brayden (nicknamed Brady). And to Mac's utter confusion, HE is listed as Brady's godfather/next of kin in case anything should happen to her. This confusion is cleared up pretty abruptly when Brady shows up at the Phoenix with Mac's blue eyes, Nikki's hair and nose and a penchant for taking things apart to look at them (aka there's less "godfather" to his role and more just. Straight father). They bond and Mac sets to work caring for his kid, with the assistance of the Phoenix team (Jack is a remarkably adept babysitter... When Brady decides not to escape. Luckily Mac is an escape Master and always knows how and when the kid gets out). Eventually though Mac realizes that juggling Phoenix and Brady... Isn't going to work. He has to pick one of the other, and he knows in his heart that the choice will always be Brady. He tries to announce this to the rest of the team only to find that they'd already realized that this couldn't go on forever and that he'd always choose his son first, and reveal that they all have contingency plans for when he decides to leave. Riley is going to stay with the Phoenix, working with the other computer nerds almost exclusively and helping Leanna with her missions. Bozer is going back into movie making, still dating Leanna and always leaving his door open if the Phoenix needs any prosthetics (he and Leanna get Mac's house). Matty is staying as Director of course, and working on putting together another flagship team (not as good as theirs, but still plenty competent). And Jack? Well, Jack figures now is as good a time as any to retire completely from this life. His new home? Wherever Mac decides to go with Brady, whether that's still LA, Mission City, Boston, etc. Where Mac goes, he's sure to follow. It's at this point that Mac, somewhat sheepishly and probably a little tearfully, admits that he wants to raise Brady on the Dalton Ranch.

And that's how Bozer becomes a well-known effects man with a secret agent wife, Riley becomes the lead hacker at Phoenix, Matty eventually becomes Oversight, and Mac and Jack raise a kid in Texas.

Bonus:

Jack: *steps out of a yellow taxi, Mac by his side, little Brady hidden behind them, to see Mama Dalton waiting for them*

Jack: Mama!

Mama Dalton: Jack Jr! You finally come to your senses and decide you better come home and give me grandchildren?

Jack: *sheepishly* Well Mama, about that...

*Both men step aside to reveal Brady, who shyly hugs his Dad's leg*

Mac: Mama, this is Brayden Macgyver.... My son.

Mama Dalton: *coos over the little boy* Well hello there Brayden, I'm Mary Dalton, and I'm Jack's mama. You can call me Me-ma if you'd like though...

Version 2:

The Canonverse + Brady au:

Ok so basically Nikki got pregnant after that last night with Mac before they busted Thornton, but she didn't tell him because she knew he'd drop everything for the kid and she wanted him to continue his work at Phoenix. She raises Brady on her own for a few years, possibly still with the CIA but maybe not in the field as much, but something goes wrong and she's killed when Brady's 5 (because parallels). Mac and Jack are informed by Matty (because Mac hasn't been in contact with Nikki in years) and Matty has to break the news that Nikki had a son and that she's named Mac the father (possibly using pictures of Brady that Jack sees and immediately recognizes as being spitting images of Mac as a young boy). Brady's brought to Mac at the Phoenix and Mac just kinda,,, breaks? Because Brady asks if he's his Daddy and reveals that Nikki had told him about Mac, shown him pictures, but told him that while Mac loved him he wouldn't get to see him unless she had to leave, and well... It's just a super emotional moment and leads to Mac embracing his son for the first time and promising fervently that he'd never, EVER let him go. It's at this moment that everyone knows that this is the end of the team, cause there's no way in hell Mac's gonna keep putting his life at risk when he's got Brady.

("Why didn't she tell me?!?!" "Because she knew the same thing I know, hoss: as soon as you found out about this kid you'd have quit the team for him." "*Spluttering* I wouldn't-" "Angus, look me in the eyes and tell me truthfully that had you found out Nikki was pregnant that you wouldn't have dropped everything for her and the kid." "....*silence*" "That's what I thought. And that's why she loved you, that's why I love you now, but she and I both know that the world has needed you these past few years, Mac. Now though... Now the world could live without you, if it needed to.")

At some point James sees this and finally realizes that he fucked up, has a bit of a breakdown and Jack talks to him.

("My pop always told me that it's never too late to say you're sorry and mean it. But another wise man once told me that sorry doesn't fix everything, it just starts the conversation. And right now that man needs all the help he can get, especially from a dad who knows how 5-year-old Macgyvers work; I only know how 12-year-old Riley's work, man, I'm not gonna be much help here.")

(This is a lie, Jack is plenty of help, especially when Mac says he wants to retire to the Dalton Ranch, and even more especially when Brady stops calling him Jack and starts calling him Papa. Mama Dalton is Mema from the get go and welcomes the kid with open arms.)

And that's how Mac and Jack retire to the ranch, probably James in tow, with the rest of the crew visiting frequently. Eventually Riley sets up shop in the area (possibly with Billy because him cheating seemed really out of character), and Bozer becomes famous as a filmmaker and sets up his own Skywalker Ranch on some annexed land. Matty visits on occasion, more often when she finally retires. Mac goes on maybe one more mission (like, a world-is-literally-ending-and-ONLY-mac-can-stop-it type of mission) and everyone else helps from the Ranch/takes care of Brady so he can come back to his kid without worrying. Not sure what to do about Murdoc, maybe he stays locked up, maybe he dies (though that would kinda suck for Cassian, maybe he dies and they adopt Cassian too? Ooooo that could be good actually). Later on they might also adopt a little girl, maybe one of Brady's classmates who lost her family and has nowhere else to go (two soldiers with abandonment issues know how THAT feels and could deal with nightmares that she'd have after the trauma). And they just. Create their own happy little life on the Ranch. And it's nice. James learns how to be a proper parent and grandparent, possibly with some help from Mama Dalton. Mac and Jack get married sometime after Brady starts calling Jack Papa (he asked at one point if Mac and Jack were dating, and if so why Jack wasn't Papa or Dad too, which led to a conversation about it and Jack's official elevation to Papa status). Brady was the flower boy and ring bearer combined. All of Jack's Deltas came and adopted Brady on sight. In general everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.

Bonus quote:

Snippet from canonverse:

Mac: *is about to get hella shot*

Jack: *shows up out of the blue right on time* hey babe sorry I'm late *shoots down two goons* traffic was a bitch man you know how it is *shoots three more goons*

Mac: .....I love you,,, so much

#macgyver #macdalton #long post #angus macgyver #jack dalton #myposts #oc: bradan mac cumhaill #oc: brayden macgyver #au: canonverse #au: canon + brady #headcanons and metas #metas

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