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beanswrites · 2 years

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Headcanons for characters Pt. 7: Comforting you because you feel insecure, The Main 6 from "The Arcana"

Hi everyone!

I know it's kinda unfair that I'm putting this out and writing this first when many people are waiting for their requests, but I needed to-

Not only am I, as well, having a wave of insecurity, but one of my dear followers @bluhame (I have no idea why it says that I can't tag them, but here's the link to their page https://bluhame.tumblr.com/) requested this because they have also been insecure lately. Bluhame, just so you know, you are perfect just the way you are, and we love you ♡︎

And so do these characters!

For anyone feeling insecure, or generally having bad thoughts about yourself, today's headcanons will be how The Main 6 would react and comfort you when you feel insecure. Hope you enjoy <3

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Asra Alnazar ☾︎:

You were in the shop, broom in your hands as you swept the floor after a day of working. Usually, this part of your day was when you reflected on how you helped people, how you and Asra did great work together. Today wasn't like that.

A few hours earlier, some rude drunks on the street told you that you don't deserve to be Asra's apprentice. Too stupid, too messy, too clumsy, too ugly. All of the things they said circling in the back of your mind, tears started to prick in the corners of your eyes.

The insecurity you had wasn't only just because of what those men said. It was building up for some time, the glass slowly getting fuller with each bad comment or an insult you've got. Maybe they were right. Maybe those men, maybe everyone who's ever said something like that was right, and you really didn't deserve to be the great magician's apprentice, let alone his lover, and-

"MC, my star, what's wrong?"

They quickly approached you, cupping your face gently with their arms. Their thumbs were wiping your tears, while they slowly kissed your forehead over and over.

"Please, MC, talk to me... You know you can tell me anything, right?"

When he found out about your insecurity, Asra made sure to remind you, each and every day, just how important you are to him. The second the words "You could have a better apprentice, a better partner.." left your mouth, he started leaving kisses all over your face.

Asra is a simple person. To them, tea = comfort. For the insecurity you have about yourself, about your personality and habits, they are going to talk to you over and over about how much they love you, need you, and how they would never want anyone else, over a nice cup of tea.

And for the insecurity over your body? Well, he's going to lay you on the silky comforters, light up some lavender-scented candles, and kiss and caress every single inch of your body, until you believe that you are absolutely perfect.

Julian Devorak ♥︎:

Julian knows how bad doubting yourself is. Hey, he's been through it! And he would never let those thoughts show, keeping them buried 6 feet under in his heart. But you? But the perfect, smart, gorgeous, incredible you? He'd never let you feel like that. Not if he has a say in it.

He first noticed something was off when you started to refuse to wear anything that wasn't baggy or oversized, which quickly progressed into you wearing his shirts all the time.

"Ehrm, doll? Even tho I love it when you wear my shirts, and you do look incredible in them, why don't you wear your own clothes anymore?"

Maybe he could have believed that you just liked the oversized fit the first time, but it's not possible to believe it for this long. The moment he realized that you were insecure about your body was when he found you twisting and turning in the mirror with a disgusted look on your face.

"MC, darling, what's going on? Why are you doing that?"

His long arms went around your waist, bringing you down to sit in his lap. He stroked your back a few times and kissed your collarbone.

"So that is why you never wear your things anymore... How do you not realize that you are the sexiest, most gorgeous person in all of Vesuvia? I still can't believe somebody like you would even look at me, let alone love me!"

Julian would go with his fingers through your hair, kissing your lips and telling you how you are the most important thing in the world for him.

Nadia Satrinava ♔:

You usually weren't like this. Confident, bubbly, sweet and proud - that's what everybody knew you as. Everybody assumed you loved yourself, because why wouldn't you? Nadia has never seen such a flawless person, so beautiful and perfect. It's a shame you don't see yourself in the same way.

So, of course, when she found you silently crying in your room, almost stripped bare as you were only in your underwear, she was taken aback.

"MC, dear, I'm sorry for not knocking... May I come in, lovely? I want to help you, whatever it is.."

Even tho you didn't want the countess to see you like that, it was her palace after all, and you did need her love more than ever.

"Oh, precious.. Please, talk to me, what's making you feel this way?"

The truth was - everything. Your skin, your belly, your hair, your mind. Everything. Yeah, sure, there were days when you felt confident and awesome in your own body, and there were days like these, when you felt horrid and worthless.

Nadia leaned down as she sat on the bed next to you, and you've expected her to give you a kiss on the lips but, she didn't. She kissed you shoulder, over and over, murmuring into your skin how perfect you are, and how much she loves you.

"MC, you are the most stunning creature I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on!"

For the rest of the afternoon, she will take you in her arms and make sure the only thing you're concentrated on is her heartbeat. All she wants is for you to realize how much she loves you.

Muriel ❁:

You and Muriel are almost complete opposites. He's big and quiet, and you are smaller, but much more confident and louder. That never came as a problem between you two (opposites attract, after all). However, with you two being completely opposite and living together, Muriel has gotten used to a bit noise that was brought in his hut. Naturally, he got suspicious when he came home and it was completely quiet.

"MC..? Are you home..?"

His heart completely sank when he found you crying in the living room, wrapped in one of his cloaks. At first, he thought that you missed him (which.. you did, but it was more than that), but soon he realized it was the bad thoughts you had about yourself.

The mountain man didn't need any explaining. As soon as he saw your tears, he picked you up, and carried you to your bedroom, placing you on the soft furs.

As soon as you were laying on the bed, Muriel laid down next to you, wrapping himself around you. It felt as he was protecting you, comforting you.

"Are you okay?"

After you explained to him your insecurities, he was silent for a long time, thinking of how to comfort you. Suddenly, his large palms went over your hips, to your waist, to your shoulders, and you could tell he was being as gentle as possible.

About 2 hour of cuddling later, he wrapped some fur around you, and told you: "MC, you are.. You are incredible, okay? Please don't think of yourself as anything less.. Now, would you like me to make us some dinner?"

Portia Devorak ☼︎:

Since Portia herself is a very confident person, who doesn't very often doubt her body or her personality, it came to her as a surprise when she found out that you've been feeling a bit insecure lately.

When you didn't talk to her for a few days, her first thought was that you are sick, so she went to check.

"Hey MC! Can I come in please? Are you feeling well?"

She came into your room in the palace before you could even reply. You were sitting on the bed, your back turned to the door, and you didn't even reply. Portia approached you as fast as she could, but what made her stop dead in her tracks was when she realized you were crying.

"Oh my god, MC! Why are you crying? Are you mad at me? Did I do something?"

Her voice softened as she sat down next to you, placing her hand onto your lower back. Her fingers drew patterns on your back, and she lovingly kissed your cheeks as you told her about your insecurities.

"Ohh, babe, you are absolutely perfect! You are funny, cute, smart, gorgeous, and you are my everything! I love you, just the way you are, MC!"

Count Lucio/Montag Morgasson ♕︎:

Lucio has never been good with comforting. Or feelings. Or words. You know what? He just isn't that good with relationships with people, in general. But he tries.

When Montag found out that you are insecure about the way you look, he at first didn't know what to do. He even tried to joke about it! But, when he saw that there were tears pooling in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks because of his gnarly comments, regret sunk in his chest like never before.

"Fuck, MC, I- I didn't mean to- Look, I'm sorry, don't cry!"

Awkwardly, he tried to give you a hug, knowing that kind of stuff usually makes people feel better. But, when he felt you sob into his shoulder, clutching onto his blouse and basically breaking down, he understood how serious this was.

Kissing you temple, he whispered: "Babe, are you okay?"

As you shook your head no, he took you by the hand and lead you to your bedroom. You've expected him to order servants to bring you two stuff left and right, but he didn't. He left you alone in the bedroom for some time, and you've generally lost hope that he cared for you, and your feelings, at all.

But he came back, and not empty handed. He brought your favorite fruit and some chocolate, a complete full course dinner and some champagne.

"Look, MC, I feel horrible for making fun of you, so I want to show you just how perfect you are... You are divine, and I want to treat you that way. Can I?"

Bonus:

Hey, you! Yes, you! I've just talked to Faust and we have collectively agreed that YOU. ARE. PERFECT.

I believe her exact word were: "Pretty! Always! Perfect!"

And if you don't listen to a magical purple ball python who talks, who are you gonna listen to?

That would be all for today! I know I don't normally use A/N at the end of any post, but I've got a question for you.

Now I feel kind of bad that I don't respond to a request with what they requested, so should I? Should I immediately respond to your massage with the fic?? Or is it okay like this?? Can somebody pls tell me in the comments??

Also I don't know if anybody noticed or is it just me (it's probably just me 😂), but I have been getting my posts to be a little more aesthetic!

You know what they say:

When life is not aesthetic, at least the font of your writing can be!

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sharonisantisocialimagines · 4 years

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Part ten

Summary: Freddie Mercury said it first. “This thing called love, I just can’t handle it.” In this story we get to know Jensen and (Y/N), two humans that have to learn, that despite their brain, they can’t outrun their heart. When a smiliar friend of them, Jared, introduces the two, sparks fly. They understand each other better than anyone, so it’s no surprise the two eventually end up in bed together. Only condition - No feelings. Neither of them is the relationship person, and neither of them is ready to act on their emotions. So what happens when out of one night, another one follows, and they have to learn that they can’t live without the other? Will they stop being so stubborn and admit their feelings? Or will it be too late when one finally has the balls to do it?

Prologue / Part one / Part two / Part three / Part four / Part five / Part six / Part seven / Part eight / Part nine

The bar was crowded, more than ever before, and (Y/N) tried to swallow down the anxiety she felt. All those people would be staring at her, listening to every word she sang. She usually didn’t care whether there were 3 or 30 people, but with her emotions being all over the place lately, she felt like throwing up at the thought of performing.

It was only a few minutes until she was supposed to be on stage, but from behind the curtain she saw the lights dimming in the bar and how people slowly quieted down. What was happening? The moment the person cleared her throat, she knew who was on stage.

“Ehrm, hi, my name is Jensen Ackles, and I’m sorry for interrupting your night, but there is something I need to do. About two weeks ago, I really fucked up. I was introduced to this… this beautiful woman a while ago, and instead of treating her how she deserved it, I was a complete idiot.”

Someone in the crowd yelled something incomprehensible before Jensen continued. (Y/N) had moved to the side of the stage, completely shocked as she saw (Y/N) Jensen take the stage with his guitar. He looked absolutely beautiful with his hair all spiked up and with that dark blue shirt. She could see how it stretched around his stomach and upper arms, and she almost turned back around to walk away. Jensen’s beautiful voice made her stay, though. She had to see what he had in mind.

“And I know I really screwed this up, and there are no words of how sorry I am. I acted like a child and did the stupidest thing anyone could do. I hurt her. I know she is here tonight, and I know she probably hates me and she won’t give me another chance, but I have to try. Because she is everything I ever wanted, and I was just too stupid to realise it. I thought of many ways to show her how sorry I am, and how much I really love her. Cause I do. My dreams are filled with her beautiful face and her contagious laughter, and when I wake up, you’re not there. I miss her, and I will do anything to prove it. I decided to speak the language of music tonight, because that’s her thing, and it’s what brought us together in the first place. So… (Y/N), this is for you.”

We’ll do it all Everything On our own

We don’t need Anything Or anyoneIf I lay here

If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world?

(Y/N) heart started racing as Jensen began to sing and play his guitar. His voice was as beautiful as she remembered it from that first night, but this time, there was something else in his voice. The pain, and the emotion she heard with every word he sang felt like a stab in the chest. His face was scrunched up in concentration and his eyes were closed, but still, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Jensen slowly finished the song before opening his eyes and turning his head in (Y/N) direction, as if he knew the whole time that she was there and watching him.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

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Some lonely tears ran down (Y/N) cheeks as she went back to the green room to process what just happened. Jensen just confessed his love for her in front of a crowd, as if it was nothing. As if it was the most normal thing to do after everything that had happened between them. He did something he was terribly insecure about, only to prove her how sorry he was. That wasn’t what she was expecting as she told him to prove his feelings, but it was definitely a nice thing to do.

Nobody had ever done something like that for her, and she had to admit her heart healed a little as she saw him on that stage. On her stage.

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me

And just forget the world?

That’s what he sang, and there was nothing she’d rather do. Yes, he fucked up. But everyone made mistakes, right? It was one thing admitting his mistake to her, or to Jared or whoever, but to admit it in front of a crowd… that was something else. It would take time for her to trust him again, but she was willing to try. She was willing to give him another chance. Because Jensen had done what not many guys were able to, and that was to stand for his feelings. He told everyone he loved her, and that was worth more than anything he could’ve done.

With that decision in mind, she went to her band, letting them know about the changes for the show. The songs she’d prepared for tonight were pretty self-explanatory, and performing them on stage would give Jensen the wrong answer. And there was only one way she could answer him, really.

The lights to the bar dimmed again twenty minutes later, and the band got ready on stage. (Y/N) obviously wasn’t able to change the whole setlist for the night, but she was able to exchange some of the songs to others she’d sung before. The band began playing an intro before (Y/N) walked on stage, wearing a skater dress with killer heels. She couldn’t resist dressing to impress tonight, so she may have gone a little overboard on her styling. But who cares. She loved it, and that was all that mattered. A single light illuminated her singing form, and the crowd yelled and clapped along happily as she sang her own version of Sia’s Cheap Thrills.

She smiled into the mic as she finished her song, gazing into the happy crowd. She pushed her hair behind her ear before clearing her throat ad wetting her lips.

“Good evening guys! How are y’all doing?”

Screams were all she got in return, and she chuckled. She was more nervous than ever, and she knew she had to get it over and done with or she wouldn’t enjoy the rest of the show like she wanted to.

“So, tonight may seem a little unprepared to you, and to be honest, that’s exactly what it is! I’m sure you’ve all seen what has happened on this stage earlier this evening and… I guess it’s my time now to answer, isn’t it? So, I’m not good at putting into words what I want to say or what I feel, so I’ll just get straight to the song and let you guys see for yourself what my reply is.”

The soft sound of a piano filled the room and (Y/N) took a deep breath before closing her eyes and getting lost in the music.

Crazy In Love - Beyoncé cover by Sofia Karlberg

It’s the beat that my heart skips when I’m with you But I still don’t understand Just how your love can do what no one else can

It was the line she wanted Jensen to remember, to know. She could feel the song running through her bones, and she unsuccessfully bit back a few lonely tears. The pain she’d felt over the last few days was so intense, that finally letting it all go was such a relief she couldn’t put it into words.

“I believe everyone deserves a second chance in live, so don’t waste it, Jensen.”

The rest of the concert went by in a blur. Her mind was tired, and she wanted nothing more than to finally step off that stage and fall into Jensen’s arms. To feel his comfort right now was all she needed and no matter what happened after, she would grant herself these few seconds.

As (Y/N) left the stage forty minutes later, she was surprised to find Jared and Jensen in the green room. She knew Jared had to be here if Jensen was, but finding them backstage wasn’t what she expected. There was a faint smile on Jared’s lips, if not apprehensive. Jensen’s eyes were filled with tears and as he finally saw her, they spilled over. His hopeful eyes met hers and as he saw the love and pain he felt himself, too, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

They took a step forward at the same time, meeting in the middle and engulfing each other in their arms. It must’ve looked like a scene straight out of a sappy chick-flick movie, but that’s what love does to people, right?

“I’m so so sorry.”

He whispered over and over again, his hand buried in her hair as she fisted his shirt in her hands. Sobs ran through her whole body and for a moment, they both just stood there, relaxing in each others arms. She had missed Jensen’s scent and his strong arms, the warmth that radiated off of him running all through her body.

“Next time, talk to me before you go around assuming things, okay?”

A guilty look crossed Jensen’s face, and he pulled her impossibly closer to his body.

“I will, I promise.”

Epilogue

#dean #dean winchester #supernatural #jensen ackles #jensen x reader #supernatural series #dean x reader

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chaniters · 5 years

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And the winner is...

Next part of @kruk-art‘s Awan Cormac series.

Complex stories take a long time to plan!!!

Another hospital scene...

Spoilers ahead for Rebirth

Previous part is here: 8 https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/188183225024/blood-in-the-water

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Hospitals. Wards. Infirmaries.

You hate them all.

Too sterile. Too familiar.

Yet here you are, mind full of guilt, sitting by the bed, waiting for him to wake up. Your hand goes absently to the plate where the cookies are, fetching one two.

Idle time is another one of your pet peeves, and thus you brought something to work on. The decryption programs you brought on your phone are top-notch coming directly from the farm and should work on anything, but the Loan Shark’s data-rod on Elyise has proved impervious so far. Still, you’re not giving up and there are a few more tricks to try.

You’re almost sure it’s not an American encryption protocol, which only raises more questions as to the true extent of Hollow Ground’s connections. Whatever the case, they didn’t want this file to be seen which is all the more compelling reason to break in and see what’s inside.

You keep on trying though, each new variation of your protocols failing after a short while with a monotonous beep from the phone and the sound of crunchy chocolate cookies the only things letting you keep track of time.

At least that’s so until…

“Are you going to leave some for me, jerk?”

You put down your phone, looking at him. His eyes are open, and he looks pale. Pale, but awake.

The immediate wave of relief is so strong you feel you’re about to lose it. But you force yourself to keep it together.

“If you think you’re going to get one of MY cookies, you’re awfully mistaken. It’s going to be baby food from now on for you Marsha!”

“Baby food? Yuck. I’m out of here!” he says trying to move up before stopping with a pained expression. The movement makes his mods go off, sending a zap towards the machine he’s attached to, which turns off and then reboots

“Watch it sparkles! Those things take a lot to reconnect if you break them... “ you sigh while “You’re might be patched up but you’re still wounded. Better get used to it too, you’ve got some horizontal time ahead of you”

“Ugh. Ook… Maybe I’ll rest for a little bit after all” he relents.

“That’s how things are going to be from now on. You’re staying there as long as you have to ”

“Who made you boss again?”

“Your mom. Also, she promised more cookies if I stop you from doing anything stupid”

“So you sold me out for chocolate chips?”

“They’re really good,” you say taking another. “Really really good” you add with your mouth full.

You monster…” he says with the hint of a smile.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. So, how long have you been awake?”

“Not sure. Didn’t notice you were in the room at first.”

“Do you know where you are?” you ask “Or what day it is?”

He ponders hard for a few moments examining the surroundings before answering “... The HQ?”

“That’s right. We’re at the infirmary”

“How long I was out though.”

“I’d say about two days, give or take.

“That’s insane. Where are the others?”

“Asleep I guess? It’s 3:00 am”

“Whaa… what are you doing here so late then?” he says narrowing his gaze, making you feel a bit uncomfortable. “I thought you hated hospitals...”

“I do. But I’ve managed so far”

“Didn’t know you cared that much about me”. Bullseye, he got you there.

“Don’t flatter yourself” you grunt. “It’s bold of you to assume I’ve got a life outside the hero gig anyways,” you say deflecting. “And this isn’t really a big deal. I get free food. And this is just part of your base, not a real -real- hospital anyways... I mean I could do this for any wounded ally” you add averting your gaze. The snort tells you he didn’t buy into that.

It was a really bad lie, you’re usually better at this, of course, he knows you wouldn’t get into a hospital -even an infirmary- for just anyone. Well almost anyone, you know that now. Are you losing your touch? If you blush right now you’ll have to just kill yourself right here.

“Look, I’m taking turns with your mom, ok? That’s all! It’s really no big deal.” you sigh. “She left at midnight to get some sleep. She’ll be back in the morning.”

“So you met her? can’t believe I missed that! What did she even say?”

“Oh uh… Not much… really. She seemed to like me I think?” In fact, she said a lot to you. About how Ricardo keeps talking about you and how he’s lucky to have such a good friend that you’d offer to stay for so long… and a whole LOAD of other stuff about Ortega that you didn’t know. “How are you feeling?”

“My chest hurts like hell. But I’m good at keeping up appearances,” he says with another pained smile. His voice sounds tired. Damn him and his unreadable mind… you couldn’t tell it hurt like that.

“Let’s fix that,” you say as you raise from the seat and start fiddling and adjusting the drips attached to his arm.

“Hey hey hey… What are you doing?” he asks nervously as he watches.

“Increasing the painkiller dosage?” you explain matter-of-factly

“But shouldn’t my doctor do that?”

“Fuck him”

“That’s a bit harsh”

You turn to look at him “He took you off painkillers because your sponsors bribed him so they can get a full diagnostic of your mods by the morning. They seem to think the drugs would mess that test’s accuracy.”

“... that does sound like something they’d do, the jerks...” he sighs. “What did you do?”

“I dealt with it.”

“Dealt with it how?”

“I had him confess what he did, and then killed him”

He looks at you wide-eyed for a few seconds. Wow, he actually believes you could do that.

“Of course I didn’t kill him you asshole! That was a joke. He’ll come back eventually when it’s time to check up on you. I just gave him a time-out”

“Oooh… It’s just you don’t tell that many jokes. And you were pretty convincing for a moment there. Did I tell you that you look very serious most of the time?”

“Idiot” you groan sitting reassuming your adjustments as he watches, a bit more relaxed now. “By the way I know what I’m doing. I’ve got training as a nurse”

“Really? Maybe I should hire you to do this more regularly. Didn’t know you had medical training”

“That’s me. Big box of surprises. Sadly, you couldn’t afford me,” you say with a smirk. He just snorts, which makes him hurt again. He’s an Idiot and you should probably stop telling him jokes.

“Ok, doc… Can we move on to the part where you tell me how bad it is?” he says looking at his chest. “Or do we need the real doc for that?”

“Nah, I can do that… It’s really bad right now” you start “Nasty cuts. You went into intensive care, but you’re off now, your surgery was a complete success with no organ damage or permanent injuries. You still had blood transfusions twice from two of your cousins who were here when they brought you. You’re going to have some new interesting scars. Overall, the consensus is that you’re going to be wearing your Charge suit as soon as they can spit you out of here. Your sponsors have prepared some media things for you while you recover, so you don’t lose the limelight, so you can expect cameras up your nose when they realize you’re awake.”

“Well that’s just…” he starts before trailing off.

“Grotesque? Horrible?”

“Business as usual really…” he says taking in a deep breath.

“I’ll scare them off too if you want. Shouldn’t be hard.”

“How about I hire you to be my personal spook instead?”

“You don’t need to pay me for that,” you say as you finish adjusting the dosage “Also, you should be feeling better in a bit, and if you don’t we can go for a stronger dosage... Or I can even get the asshole to give you something stronger”

“Thanks, Awan”

“It ‘s ok,” you say taking your seat again.

His gaze runs around the empty room, the dark corridor outside, and the digital clock by the bed. 3:17 AM. It’s pretty obvious it’s only the two of you right now.

“Thanks for staying Awan. I know how much you hate hospitals”

“I do hate them a lot. But I told you it’s nothing”

“Not everyone would do this”

“I bet a lot of people would…”

“Nope. Only a really good friend would. “Would you be mad if I told you you’re my best friend ?”

“Wha…? Now you’re just being ridiculous…”

“Because you are my best friend. You know that right?”

“I...” you say averting your gaze. Fuck, you’re going to blush. You rub your face before looking back.

“Oh. Now you’re mad” he grins.

“You’re my best friend too, ok?… “ You’re staring right at him, the words somehow escaping your lips very quickly before you can take them back. Shitshitshitshit...Why does this keep happening around him?

He opens his mouth about to say something, before he simply closes it again, giving you a fond smirk before patting your hand next to the bed. He says nothing and neither do you.

It takes a while before he breaks the silence again.

“Is Elyise alright?” he asks suddenly worried.

“She’s fine.”

“I just had this feeling of… Did something happen to her?”

“I told you she’s fine. See for yourself” you say with a half-smile turning on the TV. “The news is still raging on about her”

Sure enough the news report show a picture of her at the large screen behind the reporter, with the headlines “Exclusive interview, Elyse” She’s giving an interview, photo flashes showering her as she answers questions about her relationship with Ortega -which she deflects with some mistery - and the mess that happened at the docks -which she also deflects-. You’ve got to discuss both of those with Ortega too.

Then a reporter asks her about the death of her mother… she breaks, starts tearing up… one of her PR guys says the interview is over and takes her away. The media is loving her, even if that breaks her apart.

“Don’t you love Los Diablos Quality TV?” you ask sarcastically.

“Ugh. That’s my life. I gave her a few hints but you can never be ready for questions like that.”

“What’s the deal between you two?” you ask curiously

“Ehrm… well, we talked a lot after that mess in Sunken Town… She was really sad and needed someone to dump it all on, and I kind of was there, so we started talking about losing parents… And her story was out of this world. We talked all night, and then I was going to go back home and she wanted me to stay and one thing led to another and…”

“Oh”

“It’s not like that! I mean… Ugh… Crap, I guess it is like that.?

“Sound like it is”

“But then our PR’s got involved and they loved it. They wanted to make a whole story arch about it, and I was going to say no, but she asked me to do it? I mean she said we should do it, you know, to get headlines”

“So there’s nothing serious going on?”

“Ehrm…” he seems a bit confused by the question. “I don’t know? No? Yes? Maybe?”

“Hey, it’s ok. It’s just me asking”

“Yeah, I know. Truth is, I’ve got no idea. Never met anyone who’s lost as much as her. The things she endured… And I’d like to help her but I’m not sure if she’s in the right place now. I guess we’ll have to see where it goes? You know how these things go with other heroes…”

You nod as if you knew what he was talking about, which you don’t.

“Now with thy dumpster fire love life out of the way… could you….”

“Could I what?”

“Remind me how did I fuck up so bad as to end up here?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Nope.”

“Not even…?”

“Not a clue pal. Nada.” Crap. “I guess it had to do with the docks mess that Elyise talked about?”

“It does. What’s the last thing you recall?” you ask

“I think we were at some sort of event, right?”

“... yeah, we were. Hauswald fundraiser for their new facility. Reaper hosted it...That’s when it all started going downhill. You seriously don’t remember a thing after that?”

“Hmm... I think some of it’s coming back… but it’s blurry... “ he goes silent.

“Alright, I’ll try to keep it short…”

“Why? You told me I’m not going anywhere”

“... you just... listen”

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Hauswald Foundation Charity fundraiser dinner.

Dodge to the left to avoid the punch… flip away from the kick…

One of them thinks he has the advantage and attempts to trip you, but you time your jump correctly, and he misses. THey’re all off balance… Now’s the time to take the offensive!

Leaping forward onto your three attackers, you grapple them all in your arms, lifting them as they scream in surprise before you slam them forward with all your strength.

Excellent, you tell yourself as the three kids fall off onto the bouncy castle, giggling as they try to stand up and jump. The other kids cheer at you. They really love your Sidestep persona. You’re tempted to jump in yourself, but you’ve been using the bouncy castle far too long and some of the parents are starting to give you side-eye. Stupid rules say the castle is just for kids… Oh well, better quit while you’re ahead.

“Good try, you almost got me there!” You say behind your mask. You didn’t know what to expect when Ricardo asked you to make an appearance with the Hauswald kids, but now all you want to do is keep playing with them. They had this playground built so the permanent residents could spend time with their kids until the new facilities are built. It doesn’t help that chronologically speaking, you’re probably not too far apart from their current age.

The thought makes you ponder on how would it have been to have a normal childhood like them and the whole experience suddenly becomes both sad and alien. You only wish you could have…-

“Wow. You’re amazing with kids! What other secrets do you have?” Anathema says interrupting your thoughts.

“I’m a genetically modified monster created in a lab as a weapon designed to pass as a human and take over the world,” you say because the truth is often the better lie. You wave your arms in front of you, walking slowly to Annie, as a monster would.

“I knew it. You’re one of them eeeevil Snake-people!”

“Ha! We prefer the term Sneeple. We’re not anything like snakes!. We just happen to be poisonous” you grin under the mask.

“Sneeple” the children laugh pointing at you.

“Oh no! You’ve got me!” you cry out. “But I will not go down easily! Prepare to feel my poisonous bite Anathema!”

“I’ll defeat the Sneeple guys!” Anathema says doing a slow-motion mock-punch at you.

You fake a suitable slow-motion fall, and they all laugh it up.

“Good job,” Anathema says offering a hand

“Giving it a 101%” you chuckle as you take his hand and he lifts you up.

“You should have kids of your own one day man. You’d be great at it”

“Let’s go back into the ceremony,” you say quickly. “I think we made our appearance long enough already,” you’re ignoring his comment and hoping he won’t ever mention anything as scary and confusing as that ever again.

“Can’t wait for the big awards to be over?”

“That’s the plan, I’m not staying a second longer than I have to”

“Man you could really use some decent PR for a change, get some sort of message to your fans. There’s a magazine saying you’re secretly a Japanese ninja, coming out all the way from Kyoto in search of the murderer of your father. It’s nuts. You should get closer to the people and get a real story going...”

“Hell no, no one’s getting closer to me. Also, I happen to like that story. I think I’ll sprinkle some Japanese when I talk in public from now on...”

“Wait, you speak Japanese?!”

“Of course I do. Now If only I could find my father’s killer…”

“You asshole!” he snorts following you back inside.”

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“And without further ado, we move on to the event of the night,” Reaper says holding the mic with his good hand. He’s in a wheelchair, still with a cast arm, but the combination of an impossibly expensive Tuxedo being worn by a talking skeleton oddly makes him both look distinguished and larger than life. In an eldritch kind of way that is. His mind’s different, there’s a fire in it that you didn’t notice before. Fire. Like the Hospital burning. It’s not really very surprising that he’d get a whole new passion for rebuilding what he loves.

“We hand over the Hauswald awards to those who have contributed the most in our fight against the epidemic of death that threatens our great nation!” he announces. “The panel of judges has spoken,” he says motioning to a group of people sitting on a large table by the podium, famous all of them, reporters, politicians, artists, writers, and philosophers founding members of the Hauswald along with Reaper himself. While the founder is dead, Amanda Hauswald, his only daughter is right there too, a young blockbuster actress in her 20’s that’s set to play Elyise in her upcoming film. She rises from her chair, adjusting her gorgeous silver velvet gown and climbs to the stage, to pass several envelopes to Reaper.

Reaper thanks her, and prepares to announce the winners.

“Are you going to eat at all?” Ortega asks beside you, wearing his own white suit.

“The mask stays on”

“You could just lift up the lower part a bit” Anathema comments from the other side.

“The mask stays on” you repeat.

“But these are amazing!!” he says motioning to his plate

“That’s why I brought this,” you say tapping a large piece of Tupperware full of everything you could gather from the reception up to this point.

“You didn’t just bring that to…” Ortega looks at you appalled “You can’t… you can’t do that at events like this!”

“Just watch me,” you say defiantly. “The mask stays on, and I take my food-to-go” You’re sick of being starved every time you get dragged into something like this. The only compromise you made was letting Anathema add last-minute bowtie to your suit, which looks oddly fitting for the occasion.

“Unbelievable… fine... Just keep it out of sight, and if anyone asks, I don’t know you” Ortega says giving up.

“I still think someone leaked,” Steel tells Sentinel, from the other end of the table.”

“With half the police being corrupt, it’s not that hard for the Loan Shark to get leaks about us coming to arrest him anyways” Sentinel shoots back. “Or are you saying that one of us gave the raid away on purpose?”

Steel looks at you briefly, before answering.

“No, no I didn’t mean that… But perhaps if we kept the intel only to the inner team, we could avoid it all spreading and…”

“Let it go, it’s not against you” Annie whispers “He just angry and It could have been anyone. Like Sentinel said, half the police’s on Hollow Ground’s payroll.”

“I know… I just wish he’d trust me a bit at least” you whisper back. “I was the one who came with the ledgers in the first place”

“I’ll remind him”

“Don’t. Let it be, it’s ok” you say looking at the other tables. The raid to arrest Lewie was a bust, he had been tipped off and the office had been whipped clean. Not even a trace of the furniture and the walls had been repainted. And his safe was gone.

Your attention derails towards Elyise. She’s watching Reaper’s delivery from another table along with her own crew, investigators, photographers, and publicists. After the events with Mother, she’s become the main torchbearer to the Hauswald, possibly overshadowing Reaper himself, and the public relationship with Charge shun even more light over her rising star. Reaper’s provided her every resource, both in her hero duties and with an endless media bombardment that’s working to get her ahead in the hero-game fast. She doesn’t seem thrilled about her life being used and exposed this way, but you can’t really blame Reaper. She’s the perfect poster-child to lead the fight against the madness of loose hero-drugs trough the country, and he knows it.

Reaper goes to announce awards for artists, media representatives, film-makers, and others. Right after regular every-day hero award, he moves on to the main event of the night.

The hero awards.

The Hauswald offers one of the most coveted awards for those who care about that kind of thing. This is the main reason Ortega insisted you be here if the Rangers win, he wants you to share it with them if they win, and he somehow managed to verbally outmaneuver you into coming along. Truth is everyone expects Elyise to win this year, but Ortega’s still hoping for a new trophy.

The man must control some form of witchcraft to get you agreeing to come to something like this. Or perhaps you’re finding it harder and harder to look for excuses to keep your distance from him. The thought makes you shiver under your suit.

He takes pause as he reads the contents of the last envelope.

“Oh boy… Really?” he says, a boney hand rubbing his face. He looks back at the judges as if to double-check. They all nod at him, and he turns back to the audience. “ Well, this is going to be controversial. Alright, Light up the contenders!” he asks the organizers.

Ortega stands straight, as Steel frowns when the lights come upon your table. Something similar is happening to your left, where Captain Glory and the Phoenix Rangers are also getting ready in case they win. Elyise’s not on her table surprisingly. You can see her walking to the side, having what looks like a really nasty discussion over her phone. That’d odd…

One of her team took her chair, waiting to receive the Award for her if she happens to win.

It takes forever before Reaper finally speaks, probably trying to be theatrical.

“I am proud to announce the winner of this year’s award of the Hauswald, an individual who’s done more than anyone else to stop the scourge of power drugs. Someone who took it up to themselves to fight back against the endless spiral of death the corporations bring upon our beloved West Coast…”

You can see Ortega’s fists clenching as he looks completely tense. Captain Glory seems just as tense when Aurora takes his left hand, startling him before he smiles at her. They’re such a darn cute couple…

You end up staring at Ortega’s hand, so close to yours. You can’t stop thinking about how his suit fits him like a glove and how he looks so darn…

You force your gaze to look elsewhere as fast as you can.

Elyise’s standing by the sidelines, her phone discussion seems worsening and she looks really mad now. There are some stray thoughts coming from her. Someone wants her to do something… and she won’t have it. You can feel her anger. She feels... Threatened by something… ?

“Sadly, the winner couldn’t join us here for the event, but If they are listening, we hope this serves as the recognition they deserve, even if some of us don’t personally condone their methods of fighting the drug epidemic...” he goes on, prompting confusion through the room.

“... the winner goes by many names, but lately, media has settled on one, and it’s rather a grim one, but then again, I can’t seriously call anyone out on those grounds”

Laughs at the joke… and suspense.

“This hero has single-handedly stopped the largest rings of drug dealers throughout the city! Thanks to them, hero-drug deaths have gone to their lower point in a decade! The award goes to …

You can see Ortega biting his lip, and CAptain Glory inching at the tip of his seat.

“...Catastrofiend!”

There is a brief moment of silence amongst the crowd before everyone starts voicing their minds. Elyise looks at the stage confused, she’s clearly not been paying attention at all and trying to catch up.

“You can’t award a murderer!!!” someone cries out.

“Shut up, he cleaned up the corporation’s mess in less than a month!” someone counters. The voices start getting heated from there, with two defined sides forming very quickly around the new vigilante, booing and cheering going over one another.

Captain Glory and his team stand up at unison and start making for the door.

“We’re leaving too,” Ortega says standing up, as does Anathema realizing the party’s over.

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Rangers HQ, infirmary, present time.

“WHAT?!” Ortega looks at you confused. “They gave the prize to that murderer?!”

“You know that’s the exact thing you said after we got through the door”

“Was Reaper out of his mind?”

“Ehh.. he was kind of all fired up, but out of his mind? No. Besides, he didn’t decide, the Hauswald board did. They’ regularly keep tabs on the price of the drugs, and when you crunch the numbers, there’s no question about it, the Catastrofiend killings have really put them on the run. They had graphs to prove it, not that anyone was hearing. Hero Drugs are almost impossible to buy in Los Diablos right now.

“But Catastrofiend’s… massacring people on the streets…!”

“Well, you know what they think of dealers at the Hauswald, especially after the old facility got burned down. They’re not even people to them anymore. And it’s been on the media since… a lot of people in the police force are speaking about how the Catastrofiend’s helping their job more than the rangers or anyone else in fact. Even the governor flirted with the idea of a pardon”

“That’s insane… What do they expect us to do? Start shooting dealers on the streets now? That award should’ve been Elyise’s”

“Rumor is that was the idea, but the board changed it without telling Reaper… They didn’t want to be seen as just pandering to whomever he chose. And perhaps they’re seeing Catastrofiend as the new Reaper”

“Yeah, back when he wasn’t suitable for kids.”

“Yeah,” you say leaning back on your chair.

He takes a few moments to digest it before speaking again.

“I guess there’s more to the story? Or did Captain Glory and I start a brawl at the exit and that got me decked here?”

“Oh no. Those… “ you say drawing a circle with your finger chest. “... those came later. We got a call right after the event.”

“What was it?”

“Anonymous caller reported there was a huge shootout ongoing at the docks. They gave enough details to match what we found on the Loan Shark’s ledgers.”

“They found him? That’s great, so he didn’t escape after all!” he says. “Wait… so the Loan Shark did this?” he asks looking at his chest again “Fucking Lewie...”

“Lewie didn’t do this.”

“What? Then who?”

“We weren’t the first to arrive...”

“They tipped him off again?”

“Catastrofiend was already there when we arrived,” you say grimacing.

He stays silent, your words sinking in slowly.

“Go on,” he says in the end.

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

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sassenach-j · 6 years

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When the Wind Blows

Chapter 6 is up :). Thanks for reading!

Chapter 6- We’ll find a way

The snow started to fall as winter was in full force. New York City looked like a magical wonderland with holiday lights lining the trees outside and the dusting of snow covering the street signs and railings of the brownstone. Sam and Caitriona were at his place, sitting on the rug in front of the fire with a blanket and a bottle of red wine. Cait was leaning back against him, sitting between his outstretched legs. He was stroking her hair as music was playing softly in the background.

It was 2 weeks until Sam was leaving to go back to Scotland, then off to South Africa to shoot his new comic book movie. Caitriona was wrapping on her film in about a weeks time. They spent just about the last 3 months together, seeing each other whenever humanly possible.

“Two weeks,” she paused, staring straight ahead. “I know we haven’t talked much about it, and I haven’t even wanted to because that would make it more real. What am I gonna do without you every day?” Caitriona’s voice was barely audible.

Sam buried his head in her neck and hair, softly kissing her on the shoulder. He squeezed her tight. “We’ll find a way to make it work. I can’t lose you now,” he whispered against her cheek. “These have been the best three months, possibly of my entire life. No way can or will I let you go.”

Caitriona swiveled around so they were face to face, crossing her legs in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled the blanket up over her shoulders.

“But how is that going to be possible? Scotland, let alone South Africa is so far away. When would I even see you?” Her head dropped down and landed against his chest. He set his glass of wine down and lifted her chin. He kissed her softly, lingering against her lips. Letting out a pained sigh, he looked her right in the eyes. “I promise ye, here and now, no matter what we’ll find a way.” With his arms still around her, Cait sunk into him. They sat there holding each other for what seemed like an hour. The snow was starting to stick against the window pane, swirling around like if someone shook a snow globe. Music hummed in the background and the fire was crackling against the logs. It was simply the most romantic setting, but there was a sadness in the air.

“I kinda got used to you, you know. I blame you for it.” She gave him a light shove. This was the first giggle and smile that crossed Caitriona’s face all night. “Oh it’s my fault, aye? Well I blame you because you’re so amazing and perfect, how could anyone possibly stay away.” Sam smiled against her hair. They loved teasing each other the way they did. He just lived to make her laugh.

“Your giggle is my most favorite thing,” Sam beamed. “Your most favorite thing??” Caitriona’s eyes got big. “Ehrm, well, ONE of my most favorite things about you,” Sam said as he patted her on the butt. “Haha I thought so!”

Caitriona lifted her hand out from under the blanket and ran her fingers through his curls, stopping at the base of his neck she pulled him into her. They kissed passionately, a feeling of need and longing permeating through them. “Mmmm...can I keep your lips here with me?” Cait asked as she bit down and gently sucked on his lower lip. “Oh you can keep my entire body with you. And do with it as ye please. What I wouldn’t give,” Sam moaned.

Sam took her glass of wine, moving it onto the coffee table, and tossed the blanket off to the side. “In these next two weeks you’ll be lucky if I ever let you out from under me.” “Oh I’ll be lucky if you never do,” Cait murmured into his ear.

In that moment Sam pushed her down on her back, climbing on top. He pulled at her white, worn t-shirt and ripped it off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and his hands and mouth were suddenly on her in seconds. He tugged off her gray sweatpants as she grabbed at his boxer briefs, yanking them down to his ankles. Her panties were quick to follow. She pulled off his T-shirt and they were finally both naked, filled with want and desire. Yearning for each other like never before.

“Make love to me, Sam, and never stop.” Caitriona’s body quivered with his every touch. He was hers and he always would be.

He found his way into her right then, slow and steady this time as their eyes were fixed on each other. It was almost as if they were memorizing each other’s face, every movement, every feeling. Sam rhythmically moved inside her as beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. Their pacing began to quicken. Then slowed again. Then quicken once more. They wanted to savor every single moment of being together.

Leaning his head down, Sam lightly kissed Cait’s lips, not breaking stride, their bodies pressed firmly against each other. Looking down at her, he began to caress her face, a smile crossing his lips.

“Cait.” He swallowed then caught his breath. “I love you.” His voice cracked as tears welled up in his eyes. “I wanted to say that to ye from the moment we met. I feel so unbelievably lucky that I found you. That we found each other.”

Caitriona knew he loved her for quite some time, but to hear those words, it brought her to tears. It filled her heart with such joy, such happiness. The kind of happiness she’s always dreamed about but never truly lucky enough to experience, until she met him. She felt the exact same way. She had for so long.

Sam put his hand to her face and caught her tear, brushing it away with his thumb.

“I love you too, Sam. More than you know. There was something so special about you when we met on that bench. I felt an electricity. I felt alive. You woke up my heart. And when you asked me to dance at that restaurant, and held me tight....I knew right then and there that you were it for me. You’re my soulmate. My best friend. My equal.” Smiling through tears... “My favorite person in this world.”

There was a difference to their lovemaking that night. They’ve always felt a strong connection from the very beginning, but they became one in that moment.

“We’ll find a way,” he repeated again, making sure she really knew he was going to do everything he could to keep them together. They continued to make love until the wee hours, until they fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

They spent all of next morning in bed, with Sam briefly getting up to make her breakfast. He loved to cook. Especially for her. It helped to quiet his mind. He didn’t want to think about anything else these next two weeks but focusing on one day at a time with Cait. “For you, milady.” “Mmmm eggs and avocado toast. You’re too good to me,” she smiled as she kissed his lips. They lay in bed sharing breakfast, taking turns feeding each other and giggling all morning.

“I hate to ruin the mood, but I have to work tonight. We’re doing a night shoot and I need to get home and prepare,” Cait groaned, looking up at him with a big frown. “Noooo,” Sam pouted. “I really don’t want to let you out of this bed.” He grabbed her into a bear hug and they lay together for another half hour. After smothering her with kisses, she headed out.

Cait was on set late that night when she felt her phone vibrate. She smiled and knew right away who it was.

So whatcha doin, pretty lady?

I’m on break right now. We’re filming exterior shots at a house. I’m so tired. You wore me out last night.

Cait saw him start typing right away. She saw the dots begin to form...

Oh and I have a few ideas of what I’d like to do to you right now, come to think of it.

A blush crossed her face and she looked around to make sure no one was watching. She was grinning down at her phone, biting her lower lip.

Sam, don’t you dare do this to me right now. I have to get back to work soon and at this rate I won’t be able to concentrate.

Ok, then I won’t tell you what I’m doing right this very minute.

Caitriona was more than tempted to ask, even picturing him, but she was due back on set in 5 minutes.

How about you just show me tomorrow. Deal?

You strike a hard bargain, Balfe. Hard being the operative word here. Oh oops, I’ve said too much. You need to get back to work so I’ll let you get to it.

Flushed now, Caitriona thought of nothing but seeing that for herself.

Oh you’re gonna get it for that, Heughan.

I’m counting on it. Until tomorrow. Have a good rest of the shoot. I can’t promise I won’t...handle something on my own while I think about you tonight.

Sam, you definitely don’t play fair. And I like it. Until tomorrow.

And with that she put her phone away and got back to set.

Caitriona slept most of the day after she finished filming. She barely heard her phone ring around noon.

She picked it up and uttered a groggy hello.

“Did I wake you?” Sam’s voice was soft, almost at a whisper.

“Mmmm sort of, but it’s a great way to wake up. Well, second best way.” Even though Caitriona was half asleep, she always had naughty thoughts about Sam.

“Oh good answer.” There was more of a pep in his voice now after hearing that. “So the reason why I called, other than to simply hear your voice, is to cordially invite you to drinks at MOMA tonight, followed by dinner at my place. MOMA is having a new artist unveil some pieces so there’s a bit of a reception. Thought it might be fun. Will you do me the honor of having the prettiest girl on my arm tonight?” Sam was holding his breath even though he knew she would say yes. Or rather hoping.

“That sounds perfect,” she said smiling into the phone.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 6.”

“It’s a date,” Cait said, giddy with excitement. “Hey, Sam,” she paused, taking a breath. “I love you.”

Sam’s eyes closed and he sighed deeply. He was so in love with this girl. “I love you, too. See you later.”

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yangssunglasses · 6 years

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Ooohhh! I just saw you asking for prompts, and I got a bit excited! I love your fics! Ehrm, Sasuke's reaction when he finds out Sakura has a work husband? He's been away for so long and I've always been a sucker for jealous/doesn't-know-his-standing-in-sakura's-life Sasuke!

AN: Thank you! I hope you’ll like the fic!

Available on ffnet.

Work Husband

Ever since returning from his longsecret mission, Sasuke was slowly getting used to the normal rhythmof life in the village. For years he’d only known the uncertainty oftravel to faraway lands filled with unknown dangers, so adjusting thepeaceful daily routine wasn’t so daunting in comparison. Sasuke wasalready set in his ways, but he saw value in learning about thechanges in technology and society, even if he wasn’t going to use orcare much about them. Some would call him old-fashioned (Naruto cameto mind), but that was just the way that Sasuke was. His wife anddaughter didn’t have any issue with it and their opinion was the onlyone that mattered to him.

However, there was a certain noveltySasuke wasn’t prepared for.

One day at the Uchiha familybreakfast, Sakura looked up at the clock and shot up from her seat inpanic.

“Oh no, I’m going to be late towork! Ken-kun will kill me!” she cried out, frantically searchingfor her phone.

“Behind you,” Sarada pointed outhelpfully. Sakura grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter andstashed it in her purse. “And don’t be so dramatic, Ken-san adoresyou.”

“You don’t know how much thispresentation means to him! I need to be there, I promised him!”Sakura replied. “Anyway, I have to go! Bye, darling, Sarada!” sheexclaimed and rushed out.

Sarada got up too and collected thedirty dishes to wash them in the sink. “That Mama…” shegrumbled.

“Does this happen often?” Sasukeasked in amusement as he joined her in the kitchen. He took a dishragto dry the clean dishes she passed to him.

“Not really, usually mom gets upearlier so she doesn’t have to rush,” Sarada informed him.

Sasuke realized that he was the one toblame for this. Not only he had kept Sakura up late last night justtalking about everything that came to mind (and they still had somany years of catching up to do), but also he almost hadn’t let herout of the bed this morning. Waking up to next to her sleepingpeacefully facing him, with pink hair spilled over the pillowangelically reminded him how much he’d missed her warm presence inhis life, which resulted in a spontaneous make-out session when shewoke up.

Sarada turned off the faucet and movedto help him with drying.

“Leave it, I can finish this,” hetold her.

“Thanks, Papa,” Sarada said. Shetook off the apron and went to grab her things. He heard her groanand turned to see what happened.

“Papa, mom forgot her lunch. I havetraining with my team and then a mission today, so could you bring itto her?” his daughter explained. Sasuke mentally ran through hisactivities for the day. He could fit in a lunch delivery… but he’dmake Sakura pay for it in some way. He smirked to himself andpolished the plate in his hand.

“Sure.”

“Great! I can’t believe she forgotit all because of Ken-san’s presentation! It’s not like it’s soearth-shattering,” Sarada commented as she went to the entryway toput on her sandals.

“Who is this Ken?” Sasuke gaveinto the curiosity. Sakura hadn’t mentioned this name before, buttoday he inadvertently became the main topic.

“Ken-san? Oh, he’s mom’s workhusband,” Sarada said. “I’m going out, bye Papa!” The doorclosed behind her, so she didn’t get to see Sasuke’s reaction.Otherwise, she would have probably gotten a good laugh at hisexpense.

Sasuke entirely froze in place,expression blank as his mind processed the new information. It wassomething he’d never heard about and so it was hard to grasp itsmeaning, especially in the context of his wife. His brows scrunchedin confusion as he worked through this conundrum.

Work husband.

Work. Husband.

Sakura had someone called a workhusband.

This Ken, whoever the man was, wasSakura’s work husband.

Sakura, who was Sasuke’s wife.

Sasuke was her husband. The one shemarried, the one she promised to stay by his side, forever. The manshe shared a life, a home, a bed with.

But… he didn’t work alongside her.Their careers had gone separate ways a long time ago. He’d neverthought it was an issue, instead he always viewed it as a blessing.

Even during the lonely years on theroad, away from her, Sasuke was secure in the knowledge of theirmutual connection. It was unbreakable and transcending through timeand space.

Then why was another man now gettingthe title of Sakura’s ‘work husband’? What did Ken do to deserve it?Did that mean Sasuke was her husband only in the house? Why would sheeven need a ‘work husband’? Is this some new strange modern custom?

Sasuke was so out of sorts that hedropped the plate he was holding. Only thanks to his incredible ninjareflexes he managed to catch it before it landed on the ground. TheUchiha didn’t pay it any mind as he still struggled with the idea ofSakura having another 'husband.’

Sasuke had no idea what was going onbetween Sakura and this Ken and why Sarada was okay with this, but heintended to find out.

He put the dry dishes in the cabinetand took Sakura’s forgotten lunch box.

Operation Lunch Delivery would be agood start of his investigation.

Sasuke’s tracking skills allowed himto locate Sakura in no time. She was locked in a conference room inthe Hokage Tower with a group of important-looking people. The manpresenting before them had to be Ken. From the well-concealed spot onthe tree outside the window Sasuke assessed the so-called 'workhusband’. Ken was tall, dark-haired and definitely younger thanSakura, around twenty-five years old at most. He also worerectangular glasses, giving him a more professional, mature look. Interms of physicality he seemed to keep up with his ninja training,but in chakra capacity he was only average. Sasuke could wipe thefloor with him if it was ever necessary.

During the length of the entirepresentation, Sasuke also didn’t miss Sakura frequently sendingenthusiastic smiles to Ken and nodding in agreement whenever he madea point. He told himself that this was nothing out of ordinary, justSakura being her cheerful and supportive self. He chose to ignore thegouge in the tree bark left after he’d gripped it too hard when he’dseen one of her special sparkling smiles directed at the other man.

After the meeting, Sakura approachedKen in the hallway. They exchanged a few words and then she leanedup. Sasuke’s eyes narrowed and jaw clenched as his wife kissed theman on the cheek in public. Fora moment, his chakra flared out of control and Sakura’s head whippedquickly towards the window, sensing him nearby.

There was noreason to hide anymore, so Sasuke transported before her with achakra flicker.

“Sasuke-kun?”she asked, no doubt wondering why he was there.

He showed thelunch box to her. “You forgot this.”

Sakura blushed alittle in embarrassment. “Ah, sorry about that. Thanks for bringingmy lunch, but you didn’t have to. I’m taking out Ken-kun here tocelebrate,” she said, gesturing at the younger man next to her.“Ken-kun, this is Sasuke-kun, my husband,” she finished theintroductions.

“Hello,Uchiha-san, it’s great to finally meet you,” Ken said and held outhis hand for a handshake.

Sasuke grunted andgave him a passing glance of acknowledgment. Ken retracted his handafter a few seconds.

Sakura stepped in,breaking up the awkward moment. “We’re going to the sushi place onthe main street for lunch. I know, how about you come with us? Youwouldn’t mind if Sasuke-kun tagged along, Ken-kun?”

“The more, themerrier,” the man said with a strained smile.

“Sasuke-kun?”

Sasuke considered.He knew that Sakura didn’t like that he’d treated her colleague withsuch disregard. She wanted him to make up for it but she wasn’t goingto push him into accepting the offer.

And it was hischance to observe them openly, ruining what suspiciously looked likea possible date.

“Very well,”Sasuke agreed, enjoying Sakura’s surprised, but pleased expression.

The lunch wasspent in a civil atmosphere. Sasuke stayed his quiet and taciturnself, giving only short answers whenever one of them tried to bringhim into the conversation. Soon, Sakura and Ken engaged in adiscussion of the meeting from which Sasuke gleaned that Ken hadpresented a new plan of expanding the research division, whichrequired a substantial budget. Basically, the man had persuaded thevillage to give him the funds for his project.

Sasuke was contentwith just sitting next to Sakura and cataloging her every expressionand reaction, as well as the corresponding body language of Ken. Thelonger he watched them, the calmer he felt. They really behaved likeany other pair of coworkers who got along well and shared manyprofessional topics to talk about. This however still left himpuzzled over the 'work husband’ thing.

He loosened up bythe time the three of them parted ways after lunch and he even noddedin goodbye to Ken. The man was clearly no threat. It occurred toSasuke that Sarada might have pranked him. It was embarrassing thathe fell for it.

He resolved toforget about this entire matter.

But Sakura didn’t.

“I can’t believeyou acted so rude to Ken-kun!” she fumed moments after returninghome from work. “He’s a really sweet and good person, he didn’tdeserve that from you.”

Sasuke noddedwithout argument, choosing the safe option to let her rant and blowoff the steam. She gave him a detailed account of Ken’s goodnesswhich had him rolling his eyes discreetly.

It was late in theevening. Sasuke was waiting in the bed for Sakura to join him. Shecame straight from the bath, pink, flushed and a little damp,catching his attention in a sensual way a wife captivates herhusband. He flashed back to the happenings of the morning and whatremained unfinished between them.

Sakura slippedunder the covers on her side of the bed, then she switched off thelamp on her night stand.

Sasuke reachedover and stroked her bare arm lightly. “Sakura,” he said her namedeeply, letting her know what was on his mind.

She sighed andremoved his hand. “Sorry, Sasuke-kun, I really need to get somesleep tonight.”

“Sleep with me,”he suggested.

“Tempting offer,but I can’t. I have to be on time. I’m heading a brain surgery withKen-kun and I need to be well-rested.”

Sasuke scowled.Hearing all the day about that guy was tiresome, but this was thelast straw. He was overcome by a wave of intense resentment.

“Would youprefer if he was here instead of me?” Sasuke snapped.

“What?” Sakuraasked, staring at him in utter surprise. “What are you saying?”

Sasuke turned hisback to her. “Nothing,” he grumbled.

Sakura gentlytouched his shoulder and pulled him back. “You wouldn’t mention itif it was nothing. I know something was bothering you today. What’sgoing on, Sasuke-kun? Please tell me.” She peered into his facepleadingly, stroking his bicep.

Sasuke exhaledwith tired frustration. “Sarada said that he is your work husband.”

“Yeah, and?”Sakura pressed for him to continue.

Sasuke stared ather. How could she not get it? “I am your husband,” he reminded.

“Of course,Sasuke-kun. But what about Ken-kun? Sarada told you he’s my workhusband and?”

“I thought shepranked me.”

“Why? Saradawouldn’t lie to you like this.”

“How did hebecome your… other husband?” Sasuke finally asked, wincing at thephrasing. “Was it because I wasn’t around?”

“My other…?But he’s not… Wait.” Sakura’s eyes widened as she finallyunderstood. “You’ve got it all wrong!” she said with a chuckle.“Sasuke-kun, what do you think 'work husband’ means?”

“…I don’tknow,” he admitted gruffly.

“Well, it’s thisperson at work that I like to talk to and always brings me myfavourite coffee and remembers my birthday. 'Work husband’ or 'workwife’ is just a joking way to call someone like that,” Sakuraexplained.

“I see,”Sasuke replied with relief. Now things made more sense to him.

She gave him amischievous look. “What, were you jealous, darling?”

“Hmph. No.”

Sakura giggled,seeing through his thinly-veiled lie. “If you say so.” She leanedcloser to him. “What if I kissed him here,” she pressed her softlips to Sasuke’s cheek chastely to illustrate, “would you bejealous then?” She gave him a knowing look. She must have figuredeverything out.

“Annoying,”Sasuke grumbled at her.

“Or here,” shesaid, pecking his brow. “What then?” She fluttered her eyelashesteasingly.

“Sakura, don’ttest me…” Sasuke trailed off in a warning, but she was far fromending her fun.

“Maybe here?”Sakura kissed the tip of his nose and he had enough.

With a growl heturned her over on her back and straddled her. He was going topersonally show her all the places where only the husband wasallowed to kiss her.

Her real and onlyhusband, not some fake from work.

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Peaches (Part II)

Here it is, earlier than expected! Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think of it! /Kass x

A mini series about a first meeting between Y/N and Harry, and maybe a start of something great…

Part 1

Word count: 1800

Warnings: None, so far...

Y/N looked up at Harry with defeat in her eyes and she suddenly felt so small. She felt mortified. THE Harry Styles had seen her fall, face first onto the hard concrete. Everything was just so embarrasing. Y/N was so ashamed that she didn’t even notice the raw pain in her right foot and the burning sensation in her right hand, which was the first of her limbs to touch the ground. With her other hand, she grabbed onto him and he helped her to steady herself by holding onto her arm. Once he saw that she was somewhat okay, he led her to the side and sat her down while he went after the fruit which was spread out all over the side walk.

”Uhm, it’s alright, you really don’t have to do that you know… I think I can manage myself actually…” Y/N said and let out a small, nervous giggle. She stood up and went towards him, but as soon as she got there she slowly slid down to the ground again with an almost inaudible scream. Her foot had abandoned her.

”Oops, careful there. ’R you hurt?” , he put the brown paper bag with fruit next to them as he got down on his knees to see where the pain was coming from. Tears were burning behind Y/N’s eyes, but she told herself sternly NOT to cry.

”Yeah, uhm my foot kind of hurts. But it’s okay. Thanks for your help.” She didn’t want to meet his eyes once more. He had the kind of eyes you could get lost in, and she feared she might not be able to stop looking if she were to begin to. Harry took Y/N’s foot in his hand and tried to bend it, and she quickly winced from the pain.

”I can’t leave you here with a sprained ankle. I don’ live far away, lemme’ take you back to m’ place and we’ll get this sorted out? ’M really good at dealing with sprained ankles. Had them everytime as a kid.” He flashed his perfect, white teeth with the most beautiful smile Y/N had ever seen.

”Well, I guess I would be a total dingbat to say no to that then?” she said and looked him in his friendly, emerald eyes even though she promised herself not to. Harry laughed and it was like music to her ears. Y/N wasn’t mortified anymore. How could she feel so safe with someone she hadn’t ever met? And why would he, a world famous mega-star, take time from his life to assure himself that she was alright? Her thoughts were interrupted by Harry.

”A dingbat, ’eh? Haven’t heard anyone saying dingbat befo’, but I guess that’s what you’d be saying no to this.” He looked down at your foot and smiled before standing up and once again offering you his hand. He’d have to stop this, she thought, until she’d become spoiled with holding his hand. He gently put one of his hands around her back and with the other one he put your arm around his neck for support.

” ’S this okay? It doesn’t hurt?”

Y/N shook her head and hugged the fruit bag. She lied, because it still hurt quite a bit. But maybe she didn’t lie after all; because she knew she’d never felt better then right then and there with his arms around her.

When Harry said that he didn’t live far away, he surely hadn’t been lying. They walked for about three minutes and then there it was. A rather big, beautiful brown house with white ornaments on the front door and the window frames. Y/N noticed a big, leavy apple tree in the garden. Why did this remind her of home?

”So, this is where I live!” He raised his hand in a ”Voíla” kind of motion, and Y/N couldn’t help but to smile at how dorky and cute Harry looked. When they entered the house, Harry took her coat and put it on a hanger and placed her shoes next to his by the door. The first thing Y/N could see was pictures of Gemma and Harry from when they were kids. Harry caught her staring at a picture of them from when they had been on holiday. Harry couldn’t have been more than four, she reckoned.

”I liked it. I remember m’ sister didn’t. Was sick the whole week, hence the face.” Y/N nodded understandingly, and noticed that in most pictures, Harry was found smiling.

”Seems like you were a happy child?” She smirked at him and he smiled and looked down at the floor.

”Yeah I guess. I think m’ sister kind of hated the fact tha’ I was so happy all the time to be honest” He said. Before she could reply he remembered why he even brought Y/N here in the first place.

”Uhm, let’s move in to the kitchen and I’ll help you with tha’ ankle then?”

”Yeah, right…”

Y/N said, a bit scared that she had snooped a bit too much in his private life.

The kitchen was lovely, and it looked newly renovated. He pointed at the kitchen island and she sat down on it.

”I didn’t even notice your knee was bleeding. And yeh’ hand!” He said while going to a little cabinet for patches, band-aid and some chlorhexidine to wash the little wound with.

”Yeah well it’s alright, it actually doesn’t hurt that bad.”

”Well, prepare yourself ’cause this might.” He said with concentration in his voice while taking a cotton wool with chlorhexidine and gently cleaning the scraped knee. She once again winced from the pain and he assured her that he was done. He slowly pulled a patch out of the packaging and put it over her knee. He gently went over the patch with his finger and looked at her badly bruised knee, and stayed like that for a bit longer than normal. Soon, his eyes wandered up to meet hers instead. Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach by the way he was looking at her. In that moment, Y/N could swear that there was something between them. She couldn’t point out what, but there was this connection.

”Uhm, let’s do the foot” Harry said while coughing a bit. He took the band-aid and cut it long enough to be able to wrap it around the foot a few times. He gently grabbed her foot and wrapped it up, nice and steady.

”All done.” He said while getting up on his feet to face her at her level.

”Thanks” Y/N said, although it sounded more like a whisper. There it was again. The feeling, the tension between them. Harry put his hands on both sides of her and looked her square in the eyes.

”I should..”

”Do you wa..”

They looked at each other, both a bit embarrased.

”Ehrm, do you want me to call you a taxi?” Harry asked her while he took his lower lip between his thumb and index finger.

”Uhm, yeah maybe… It’s getting late and all…”

He helped her down from the kitchen island and reached for his phone. Y/N went out in the hall to put on her coat and when she turned around she saw Harry, still with the phone in his hand.

”Unless… You maybe wanna stay for dinner..? I mean, there’s a lot of food left from yesterday’s cooking and it would be nice with some company.” He looked so vulnerable standing there. And the butterflies in Y/N’s stomach were back, that was for sure.”I… I’d love that!” She said smiling and put the coat back on the hanger. Harry’s face lit up and they went into the kitchen. The dinner was all she could ever ask for, and more. She hadn’t had this much fun in such a long time. They sat there for hours and it felt like they had known each other for ages.

”I promise, I ’ave never learnt to tie m’ shoe laces correctly!” Harry laughed while taking a sip of his white wine.

”How come? Every kid knows how to do that? You learn that at the age of, like, five?” Y/N said, partly laughing, partly stunned by the fact that this man was almost 24 years old and didn’t know the right way of tying his shoe laces.

”I was sick the week they taught us tha’ at pre-school!” He said while looking somewhat defeated. Y/N coughed on her wine and burst out laughing. She laughed until she cried, probably because of the alcohol, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh at her. Midnight was starting to approach and Y/N thought it was time to go home. She didn’t want to, but she had to.

”As much fun as this has been, I think I have to head home now. My flat mate is probably wondering what took so darn long.” Harry smiled at her. She loved seeing those dimples. She wanted to see them all the time.

”It’s been my pleasure.” he said. She went out in the hall and heard Harry putting away the dishes in the sink and calling for a taxi. She quickly reached for a note pad and a pencil and scribbled down her phone number and her name, and put it in the pocket of his coat. She felt dumb. Why would he call her back? Oh my god why did she do that? Just as she was done he came towards her.

”Thank you, for everything. I really appreciated it.” she said, and she genuinly meant it.

” ’M the one to thank.” He said. They stood there and looked at each other with warmth and curiosity for a while, until they heard a honk from outside.

”Oh, uhm, I guess that’s my taxi.” She really wished it hadn’t been. She didn’t want to leave. She pulled the door handle and then Harry remembered something.

”Erhm, don’t forget your fruit!” He reached over and gave it to her.

” ’Think the peaches are a bit bruised, but I wouldn’t judge them fo’ it. They’re probably perfect despite of it.” Y/N couldn’t think straight, the butterflies were distracting her, all she could say was:

”Yeah. Let’s hope they’re good enough.” She said, looking him square in the eyes. Both of them were fully aware of what they were talking about, and it wasn’t peaches.

”Oh and, uhm… I never catched your name?” Harry looked a bit ashamed over the fact that he never asked your name.

”It’s Y/N” she said, with a wide smile on her face.

”What a lovely name! ’M Harry.”

She looked him up and down and finally, with a smirk, she said,

”I know.”

She pulled the door handle, and just like that; she was gone.

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