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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 5 months

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Sirius Black X Reader: The older brother pt2

Took me forever but here it finally is part 2 to The Older brother

Part 1

Summary: You've found yourself intrigued by your friends older brother little did you know he's taken an interest in you as well.

Warnings: unwanted contact, violence, punching, cursing, dirty talk, smut, creampie, 69, cum eating, penetration (p in v), sub/dom(kind of), face fucking, oral (m& f), roughish sex. Not proof read (got lazy)

Word Count: 2K

Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

You and Sirius had gone your separate ways, each of you trying to pretend that everything was fine. You were failing. Rather miserably in fact. You kept tugging at the hem of your dress anxiously. You’d been the one who started it but Sirius seemed to have a larger effect on you then you expected. Your thighs rub together in desperation for some sort of relief. You glance at the clock in the corner of the room. The one that had magically appeared the second Sirius had whispered in your ears. The room of requirements truly was wonderful.

You watched the clock hands move slowly. Had a minute always taken this long to pass or were you just so desperate that time had started to feel like it had slowed down. You made your way back to the drink table grabbing a shot of firewhiskey and throwing it down your throat. You glanced around the room, eyes searching for Sirius. Instead of catching sight of the black haired boy your eyes meet those of a slytherin one you recognized. He was Reggie's friend no doubt but you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you. Apparently your unyielding gaze had been interpreted as interest causing the boy to make his way to you.

“Bloody hell.”

You cursed yourself for your lingering gaze. Now you would have to deal with a couple minutes of awkward conversation and quite possibly a strong rejection. You raised your head when you heard your name slip from the boy's lips giving him a small smile.

“How are you doing? Haven’t seen you in a bit.”

“I’m doing alright and you?”

What was his name? It’s on the tip of your tongue yet you can’t seem to remember. The brunette slytherin seems to realize your lack of recognition, letting out a laugh.

“You have no idea who I am , do you?”

“No…sorry.”

“It’s alright. Give me a chance to remind you.”

He moves closer to you, his hands finding your waist, his breath fanning over your face as he moves closer to yours. It’s in that moment that it hits you who this is.

“Barty.”

Despite your lips moving to form Barty's name it’s not your voice that calls it out. You turn towards the familiar sound of Sirius' voice, your body relaxing at the sight of him.

“What do you want Black?”

“What are you doing?”

“What's it to you?”

“Listen mate, I like fun as much as the next guy but the lady doesn't seem to be enjoying herself. Let her go will you.”

Barty let out a drunken laugh, allowing you to smell the whiskey in his breath. You flinch away from him, trying to get away but his hands grip onto you harder. Sirius watches you squirm his hand clenching into a fist.

“I’m gonna ask one more time. Let her go.”

“Or what? What are you gonna-”

Before he could even finish speaking your first made contact with his face, causing him to release you as he stumbled backwards. Barty put his hand to his cheek, eyes widening when he saw the blood coming from his busted lip.

“You bitch!”

Sirius' shoulders tensed at the boy's words, preparing himself to knock his lights out but he didn’t need to. The second Barty called you a bitch you've reached for your wand pulling it out in a flash and yelling “Petrificus Totalus”. Barty froze in place his eyes following you as moved closer to him so that your lips were near his ear.

“Pull a stunt like that one more time Crouch and freezing you won’t be the worst thing I come up with.”

You turned around flipping Barty the finger as you made your way to Sirius. The older boy grinned at you.

“That was-”

“Impressive?”

“Hot.”

You swallowed dry at Sirius flirty tone, images of your closet randevu flashing in your mind. You grabbed his hand, dragging him through the crowd towards the door. You could hear someone call your name but you didn’t care. There was only one thing on your mind and you needed to get away from everyone before your desire got to you.

The second you made it into Sirius dorm your hand was on him. You had no idea where the sudden confidence had come from but you weren’t complaining. And neither was Sirius. He’d never admit it to anyone but seeing someone take charge in the bedroom made him incredibly horny. Sirius hadn’t managed to get a single word out since you entered his dorm, far too busy jamming his tongue into your mouth to be able to speak. It was only when you sank to your knees in front of him that he muttered out a breathy “Oh Merlin”. He watched you struggle against his jean buttons, cursing the chains he wore on the belt loops every time they clinked against your rings. It was cute how hot and bothered you were. Sirius enjoyed seeing you like this. It was a lot different than you normally act: always shy and quiet. And now here you were, glancing up at Sirius with the most lustful eyes as you stuffed your palm down his pants.

“Who are you?”

“Anyone you want me to be, baby.”

“Fuck-oh bloody hell love.”

“Gee Siri haven’t even touched you properly and you're already whimpering for me.”

Sirius groaned at your words, his hips thrusting forward. You smiled at him, pulling your hands out from his pants so you could take them off. Before you got to free Sirius dick his hand latched onto your wrist. You turn your head to the side as you look up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing love, it’s just….”

Sirius stopped for a moment trying to gather his thoughts. Was he really about to ask you this? He feared you’d be weirded out by his desires, it being your first time together and all. But the way you were looking up at him with lustful eyes as you rubbed your thighs together for some friction made him forget his fears.

“I want to taste you.”

“You can after i’m done i’ll let-”

“At the same time.”

“Sorry what?”

“Gonna make me spell it out hum?”

Sirius let out a laugh, shaking his head as he closed his eyes. Once he opened them again the playful demeanor was gone, replaced by complete and utter lust.

“I wanna fuck you with my tongue while you choke on my cock. Got it love?”

You nodded at Sirius, mouth parting slightly as you tried to steady your heartbeat.

“Well? Are you down?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Sirius pulled you up by the chin, his hands moving to remove your dress in deseparation as his lips moved against yours. The two of you tugged at each other's clothes, removing everything that would get in the way of your fun. Once you were both satisfied you broke apart the kiss, each observing the other's body for a moment. You never get over the sight before you. Sirius Black, Hogwarts notorious flirt, completely bare before you. Your eyes skimmed over his pale skin, eyes falling on the small burn scars littered here and there. You didn’t need to ask what they were. Reggie had told you enough about his family for you to know who was responsible for Sirius' scars. Sirius eyes moved over your bare body, his gaze conturing the beauty of your curves. Beautiful, he thought. Beautiful inside and out. You moved slowly towards him, your lips finding a scar near his collarbone and placing a kiss on it. Sirius hands found their way to your hips, squeezing softly.

“You are so pretty.”

“So are you Siri.”

“I know.”

You swatted at Sirius shoulders as you laughed, nuzzling into his neck.

“I meant it, you idiot.”

“Me too princess. And now I'm gonna prove it to you.”

Sirius walked over to the bed, laying down comfortably before motioning his finger in your direction.

“Come take a seat darling.”

You did as he asked, moving towards the bed. Once you got close enough you climbed onto the mattress, placing your thighs on either side of Sirius face. He latched his hands onto your legs, pulling your pussy flush against his nose.

“Sirius-oh-merlin.”

“Haven't even started and you’re already moaning my name.”

“Shut it you cocky bastard.”

“Cocky’s right. Bastard ah not so much.”

You moved your hand over Sirius dick , stroking it a bit before sinking it into your mouth. Sirius could cum right now, the feeling of your warm mouth on his dick and the feeling of your pussy rutting against his nose making him feel like he’d died and go to heaven. But the night was still young and he planed on lasting more than a fucking teenager. Not that you were gonna make it easy for him.

It wasn’t like you were having an easy time either. Each time you gave Siri a good suck his face lifted a bit causing his nose to bump into your clit. After a while of sucking you moved your hand to fondle Sirius' balls making him cum in a matter of seconds. You followed close after, your hands digging into Sirius thighs as you covered his face in your juices. Despite the soreness in your thighs you managed to manoeuvre yourself off of Sirius face. You laid next to him as you both tried to catch your breaths. Sirius' arm found its way around your body tugging you into his chest. You nuzzled into him sighing happily.

“That good hum?”

“Been a while since i came like that.”

“Seems like you’ve been with some mediocre lads.”

“Yeah I guess. Most boys only care about their own pleasure.”

“Yeah, only real men know how to treat a woman.”

“Oh yeah? Is that what you are, Siri, a man?”

Sirius passed a finger across his face collecting your juices and stuffing his fingers in his mouth. You watched with wonder as the older boy sucked his fingers clean.

“Well I'm the one who's got your cum all over my face aren’t I?”

You give him a cheeky smile, nibbling on the inside of your check as you lean to whisper into his ear.

“Want me to cum somewhere else?”

You reached down to Sirius semi hard cock, fingers skimming over it teasingly.

“Careful kitten, that's a dangerous game you're playing.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Before you could blink Sirius pulled you under him, his arms caging you. You moaned as Sirius hand found its way between your legs sticking two digits inside your pussy with ease.

“So wet for me baby.”

“Ah Siri!”

“That's it baby. Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock.”

You clenched around Siris fingers at his words, making him smirk.

“That's what you want right? Want me to fuck you good?”

“Please Siri, I want it so bad.”

“Okay baby, I'll give it to you. But only if you promise to be a good girl.”

“I promise.”

Sirius sank into your cunt, your walls sucking his dick in with ease. He groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

“Merlin, you're warm.”

“Ah fuck-Siri-you’re so big.”

He’d been told that before but for some reason hearing those words come out of your mouth turned some sort of animalistic instinct in him. Sirius started moving against you, his speed picking up with each moan you let out. The wet sound of your pussy filled the room. Sirius was sure that when the boys came back the dorm would still reek of sex but he didn’t give a shit. Right now the only thing he wanted to do was blow his load. Into your perfect pussy to be exact.

“I’m close- ah uh- need to pull out soon.”

“Don-Ah ughhh-don’t….spell-fuck Siri!-i’ll use the spell.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah yeah cum inside.”

Sirius seed filled your cunt as he reached his orgasm, the feeling of your walls tightening as you gushed over his dick making him let out a guttural moan. He sagged into your body, his lips finding your collarbone as you came down from your high. Sirius doubted that this would be the last round. In fact if it was up to him he’d never let you out of his bed. Funnily enough you felt the same way.

Who would have thought falling for your best friend's brother would land you in his bed. Not that you were complaining.

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adventuringblind · 7 months

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Drive With You Forever

Chapter fifteen: Figuring it Out

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: The reader has a dream, books are burned, the reader gets sick again, but the doctors are nice this time!

Warnings: Every form of abuse is depicted in this story. Sickness, vomiting, fever, nightmares, panic attacks, graphic description of SA, child SA, Rape, unconsenual medical procedures, mild implied SH,

Notes: This is so long. I couldn't find a good stopping point, so I just kept going...

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Why is everything so blurry?

The lights are swimming and she can't seem to find her footing. They world beauty her seeming to sway.

She blinks away the feeling, looking to find her center and figure out what’s going on.

“…test number six hundred and thirty four…” says a muffled voice from somewhere in front of her. A familiar voice at that. She hauls herself of the ground as her vision begins to clear up.

She’s still in the basement. Where did everyone else go? She scans the room in search of any sign that their comfort is near.

Her panic increases as she can’t see them. Her chest becomes heavy at the thought of being trapped here once again.

Then she sees his face. For a moment she locks eyes with him, but he passes right by here without a thought.

He keeps circling her wooden box of a bed. She must be in someone’s memory. She would says it’s her own but she doesn’t remember this. Or she does and she just locked in away.

She knew she was unconscious or incoherent enough that she could never quite tell what was happening aside from the feelings. Normally, pain. Sometimes, there were differences in textures. Occasionally, hands.

He’s working in her unconscious body. He sticks her body with all sorts of things she cannot name.

She doesn’t want to be here for this. She doesn’t want to see herself go through this. Feel those things again.

She runs runs up the stairs only to find herself back in the basement room.

There are so many people here. All of them dressed in odd looking costumes. It almost looks like a Halloween party but if the theme was pilgrims.

She sees her unconscious body again. This time layer out in the middle of the floor, bare for everyone to see.

Why are they taking turns touching her in such a way? Was the feeling of hands never just her fathers?

She feels sick. She thought the first time her body had gone through such a thing was the Max. It was different then. He was gentle and kind and he constantly asked if she was okay.

Again she makes an attempt at an escape. Again she find herself in the same room in a memory that’s not her own. Her father has been here in every single one. She assumes that it’s his memory, his connection to her amplified by her wooden coffin.

She’s sitting in the box, playing with strands of light that dance out of her fingertips. She looks at herself and there is no recognition. Her eyes are hazy and the motions feel robotic.

She’d always hated waking from these trances he’d put her in. No memory of what she’d done.

“It’s not enough! Why can’t I amplify your power?” He growls. He’s lankier in this memory then he was when he came to the paddock. His face less wrinkly and no grey hairs in sight. She must have been about ten if she remembered his appearance correctly.

Another man comes down the stares but her past self makes no movement.

“If she can’t bear a child we’ll be finished.” The figure is cloaked in darkness. His voice echoes through the room.

“I’m aware.” Her father spits.

“We need their power if we want to continue living.”

Living? She wondered at times how her father seemed to have knowledge beyond his years. The stories he’d shared about how her mother kept him young she thought was nothing more then a myth.

They are exploiting her. They need her. They need her body and power to continue to keep their supposed immortality.

How is that even possible.

“I’ve managed to make the constraints less.”

“Show me.”

She assumes that whoever this dark shadowy figure is, is in charge.

She watches as a rotten apple it placed in front of her unresponsive body. She still makes no move. Not even a sound.

“Fix it.”

Her past self obeys the command and lets the light dance around the the apple. It begins curling itself around the shape. She can feel the warmth through her own skin.

It’s beautiful in a way. How the light moves and repairs.

This time the memory fades away. The room shifting into something unfamiliar. She’d never see this place before.

It’s a wooden building. It feel hollow and smells of mildew. The men from before are once again dressed up, but they all look different.

They are doing what they did to her. Their terrible ritual. The women’s body in the center is unconscious, but she looks far different from her mother.

Aside from the hair. She’d seen picture of her mother. Their hair practically identical and now this woman’s is as well.

They take her apart as well. It's strange how they drink the crimson leaking from her. Her father was a human as far as she was aware. So why were these people acting like vampires?

Something, a woman’s voice, warm and kind, tells her to watch these men. Each one that takes instantly becomes younger. Any hints of wrinkles gone. Their hair becomes full and vibrant.

Then the scene vanishes.

Everything is dark and she doesn’t want to be alone in it.

The voice calls her further in, and she wastes no time sprinting towards it. The abyss seems to never end.

The voice gets louder as a ghostly figure comes into view. It’s familiar and it’s kind.

It’s her mother.

She halts in front of it. Just an arms length away.

“I can feel that you’re frightened. There is no need to fear me.”

“But you died.” Her voice is shaky and confused. She feels so small in comparison to the figure.

“It’s a connection we all share.”

“What are we?”

“Witches I suppose. Maybe a deity of some kind.” She shrugs. “You’ve been so strong to face this alone.” The ghost reaches to touch, and she finds herself leaning into it. It’s not cold but comforting.

“How were you making them younger?”

“It’s something inside us. Some drink out blood, others use sex, and when strong enough, it can even come from just a touch with someone you have a strong connection with.” She explains.

“What about my other powers then? Could you do that too?”

“That, unfortunately, was your fathers doing. The healing comes from your bloodline, the rest is something I don’t understand.” She sighs with a hint if exasperation. “I’m sorry, that I haven’t been there. You’ve managed to suppress more then I would’ve imagined.”

“I’m sorry I killed you.” Her eyes find her feet. The shame of why she is this way creeping back in.

The ghost leans down to her. “That was not your fault. That could’ve never been your fault and there wasn’t anything you could do to stop it. We’re not immune to death.”

She feels herself being dragged away and into the void. “No!” She screams. “Don’t leave me!”

The ghost reaches out to her one last time and kisses her forehead. She feels an energy she’s never had before flowing through her veins. It’s not scary though, it’s welcoming. “I’ve always been here and I’m not going anywhere.”

She can’t even register the tears as she falls into the void. The once welcoming feeling now morphing into the ones she felt earlier.

Hands. Needles. Whispers. Breaths. Knives. Teeth.

An endless fall into the fear she knows so well.

Lando is still awake despite everyone’s best attempts to get him to sleep. He’d been awake for almost twenty four hours. His eyes are heavy and he wants to succumb to sleep so badly, but he can’t. His mind refuses to stop thinking about every possibility.

This is why he’s able to react to the ear-piercing scream so quickly. While everyone else is stumbling around, he’s taking the stairs by two. Hanna told them to stay out of the room and let her rest meaning they were stuck in the downstairs room.

Of course Seb is at the door before him.

Seb opens in and Lando is bounding over to the distressed female. Her hands are clawing at her own skin to the point she’s drawing blood. Her eyes are screwed shut and her legs are trying to move her away from something even though she’s not getting far. Eventually she hits the headboard.

“Y/N, it’s me, open your eyes please love your safe now.” He whispers. It comes out shaky because he’s distressed but he knows he needs to keep himself as calm as possible.

Seb stands at the side of one of the beds. She’s feeling for an exit and will fall off if she keeps it up. He lets Lando soothe her. His whispers helping the screams to die out.

The other three appear in the door as well. Only for a few seconds though before they’ve dispersed to grab things.

Finally Lando coax’s her into opening her eyes. She’s still rubbing at her skin, clawing lines into it, but she sees him. “There you are.” He smiles at her. Her breathing is still massively uneven, but she lets him get a little closer. “Can I come over to you?”

She just stares at him. Then she just breaks into sobs. Her body freezing in its place as she attempts to curl even further into herself.

Whether she wants it or not, Lando is crawling own to her. Pulling her body into his chest and protectively wrapping him arms around her. She did this for him too. It’s where he learned it actually. She told him that ‘sometimes when we want to make ourselves small, it’s nice to have someone much to protect us’ so they all did it for each other.

She had no mercy on her skin and he’s thankful when Max comes in with bandages.

She starts trying to flail her body and fight them as they get them on her. Lando is constantly reassuring her through the whole ordeal.

Charles is the one to suggest music. Another noise for her to focus on while they try and get her cleaned up. He throws on his recorded piano songs that she’d taken pride in watching him create.

She does relax at the sound. Reduced to just choked sobs now.

Seb had to go check on his own children. They’d woken to the sound and had worried. He’d gone to reassure them with Hanna that everything is going to be alright with their sister.

She tires herself out in Lando’s arms. No tears left to cry despite her body attempting. “I remember." She croaks.

All of them freeze. They don’t push her to continue but they attempt to get comfortable. She uncurls herself but still clings to Lando like her life depends on it.

Oscar is drowsy from having his sleep interrupted and Lando can clearly see it on his face. His head goes into Charles’ lap and the Monegasque looks down at him endearingly.

Max is across from her but holding hands with the Monegasque like he’d been doing since Charles started trying to close himself off.

“Take whatever time you need, chéri.”

She has yet to look at any of them completely. Her face still mostly hidden in Lando’s shirt. “I’m sorry.”

They all look at her confused. Then at each other for some sign that one of them know why she would apologize. Then back to her with no answers.

“Why are you apologizing?” Lando whispers into her hair.

Her nails attempt to find her skin again but Max catches her in the act. He now sets himself beside her and lets the girl play with his fingers. Charles slips off a couple of his rings for him. She’d been fascinated with them and messed with them to keep her hands busy.

Her hands did it without Max even having to guide her. Though the rings don’t fit anywhere but his pinky.

“Do you remember Max, when you took me when is was just us two. Still no idea Charles would be joining us in a month and completely clueless?”

“Yes, it was a miracle I lasted as long as I did. How could I ever forget that.” He smiles at her.

She inhales shakily. “You weren’t the first.” She confesses. All four of them now understand what she’s meaning. They’d seen the videos. Why someone would ever record that was beyond them. They planned to burn the laptop if and when she said the could.

She looks directly at him now. “I feel gross.” The empty tear ducts only leave her with small drops of liquid. “I feel violated and like I’ve lied to all of you.”

“You have done nothing wrong here. You are a victim.” Max stops her before she can get any farther. “What they did to you was wrong and unforgivable.”

“We found videos and images on his laptop, amour. We saw.”

Lando can feel her starting to hyperventilate again as she struggles to get out of his hold. “We skipped anything that had you in it. It made us all sick and we couldn’t do that to your privacy. We did listen to your fathers monologues though.”

She instantly calmed down again. Her hands once again finding the rings on Max’s fingers.

“There so much more. Everything that I am. Everything I can do.” She hold her hands up for them to see and the mesmerizing glowing lights appear once more. “I’d forgotten about this. It’s beautiful. And it’s completely mine.”

“What do you mean by completely yours?” Oscar asks with a yawn. He’s exhausted but still trying to remain present for her.

“I saw memories of those who came before me. I’m some sort of magical being I think and it’s been passed down for generations. The healing and gift of immortality is mine. That’s from my bloodline. Everything else is the work of my father in order to expand on that trait and bring my mother back.” She explains. Even though the story is tragic, she seems at piece with knowing. Like she able to understand herself better now.

“Immortality?”

“My bloody and body heal. It has the ability to give back someone’s youth. That’s why they need me back, they’re aging now.” Once again, the feeling of hands crawls around her skin. She shivers lightly and tries to keep herself grounded.

“I couldn’t control it before now. My father had to go through extensive procedures before I could be of use to them. It’s like I turned it off. But I have it now if I want it. Or if I’m unconscious, I suppose.”

“We want to burn the laptop and some of the journals if you’ll allow us.” Proposes the Brit. He’s not sure that she’ll. Say yes, it maybe the comfort of the idea will help her to stay calm.

“Can we do it now?”

Seb and Hanna meet them outside at the fire pit. The kids once again tucked away into bed.

The fire is already raging. Books and computer in hand.

“They tried to burn us. Maybe this completes the circle in a way.”

They all take turns tossing things in and watching it go up in flames.

As her family locks hands with each other, she knows everything will be okay.

It most certainly doesn’t feel like it right now and she has more fighting to do.

But they’ll be next to her, fighting with her, every step of the way.

The very idea that a cult is after them sends Max's thoughts into overdrive. He wanted to go downstairs and discuss with everybody, but a certain Australian is clinging to him like he'll die if he doesn't.

Him and Oscar sleep the most out of the five. This is what he's become used to since he started staying with them. Mornings where the Aussie are curled up into him have become something he looks forward to.

Currently, however, he knows he'll have to wake him up if they are going to be productive today.

Max makes an attempt at escape but ends up just pulling Oscar with him. He mumbles and shifts a bit before opening his own eyes.

"Morning sleepy head."

"It's too early." Disgruntled groans follow the statement.

Max lets out a breathy laugh. "I know, you can go back to sleep if you want."

"But you're leaving."

"Would you rather me carry you?"

Max didn't know what he was expecting, but walking down the stairs with a sleepy Australian on his back wasn't it.

The fact that the sight brought a smile to the faces of all his lovers made the effort worth it. They join the other three at the table. Oscar looks like he might fall asleep on the table.

“How are you feeling?” He asks toward the female. She’s playing with her food and sitting with her knees tucked into her chest.

“She hasn’t kept food down yet.” Sighs Charles who’s sitting next to her. She scrunches up her nose when he says it.

Max nods his head. The ever looming sickness strikes again. “I think we should move.”

“Again?!” Lando rolls his eyes. Max already knows how much the Brit hates moving. They’ve moves so much the last few years that he’s come to despise it.

“Well, kind of.” Max leans back in his chair and the other four eye him expectantly. “I think we should closer to Seb and Hanna but also keep the Monaco apartment. That way we’ll always have somewhere to come back too.”

“Logical idea.” Oscar says to the table. "We could do that during summer break since it's coming up soon."

"For now, we need to decide if we should stay here or go back to Monaco."

The female looks at her food and then back at them. "I love it here, but I think Hanna and Seb wouldn't appreciate us doing things in their house."

"What does that have to do with this?" Asks Lando. Innocent. Pure actual innocence.

"Because someone can only go so long."

Charles eyes to female cautiously. She'd yet to keep anything down. Reduced to dry heaving every few minutes.

"You don't have to sit on the bathroom floor with me."

"Mm true. But I want to." He runs his fingers along her spine. It’s the only comforting feeling she has to cling to at the moment. Even as she’s back to heaving up nothing, he’s still comforting her.

When it passes, Charles leans her back against his chest. “Do you think it’s your powers?”

“Honestly? No.” Charles hums. He doesn’t push her to continue. He just continues to give her a feeling to ground herself with; his fingers now finding hers as she goes to play with his rings. “It’s the memories. Knowing what actually happened to me. It doesn’t feel real but I can’t escape the feeling of hands that I didn’t want on me.”

She heaves again. Harder this time then previously. Like somehow speaking it made it real and more intense. She leans back into him. “It’s not fair, Charlie. Especially to you four. How are we supposed to live like this?” Her voice is so broken. It’s a sound that will haunt him.

“Will figure it out, Mon amour. But first I think we need to get sustenance in your body.”

“What’s the point?” She groans. “It’s just going to come back up. I would eat anything if it meant I could keep it down.”

“I think I might have an idea.” Charles smiles down at her and kisses the top of her head.

Ice cream is his idea. The boys went out to get it and were diligent in avoiding people. The thought of their trainers finding out keeping them from just walking around like normal people.

Charles had dragged Max with him while the other two stayed behind to look after the female.

"I feel like we're on a secret mission."

"And yet you're drawing attention to yourself by ducking around the corners."

"Andrea will have my head if he finds out about this."

It took them an hour to get back. and things had gotten worse when they did.

Lando greets them at the door. They are thankful the Seb and Hanna took the kids out for the day. having the house to themselves makes this a bit easier.

"Oscar is attempting to force water down her throat. It's getting worse." There is a certain anxiety in the Brits voice that Charles can't ignore.

"What do you mean worse?" Max beats him to the question.

Lando runs a hand through his curls. "She's spiked a fever, and she passes while you two were done." He bounces on the balls of his heels. "Also, she keeps muttering in her sleep and it's starting to freak me out."

The three make their way up to the female. Charles grimaces at the sight. She's panting and drenched in sweat.

Lando is right. He can see her mouth moving frantically. Her eyes flicker back and forth behind shut lids.

"She fell asleep again. I got some water in her before she did." Oscar looks at her nervously. It's the same look he has whenever she's not doing well. Now they know better than to force him away from her. Last time they tried he didn't speak to them for a day.

"I hate to say it, but we're gonna need to find a way to get fluids in her consistently." Max sighs heavily. They all know it's necessary but taking her back to the doctors comes with so many risks.

"What about a private doctor?"

"Even then it would be risky."

Max ponders. They need to think of something or risk her dying of dehydration. "We'll try the emergency room and hope they are so busy they won't pay close attention to her bloodwork. like the did the first time."

Lando didn't think pulling Oscar away from her would be so damn difficult. He's been running the opposite direction of anything medical related since he got out of the hospital.

"Osc, it's just a few minutes to they can get her set up in a room." He tries to reason with the younger. "How about we go get some air and we can talk about this."

The Aussie finally gives in, letting his arm go slack. Lando almost falls over at the sudden lack of resistance.

He jumps on the opportunity to guide him out of the building. He keeps their fingers interlocked. Lando couldn't care less if the vultures pounce on them. He desperately needs to get them away from the anxiety inducing building until they can see her.

Charles or Max would probably be batter at calming him then Lando. But Max was the one who went back with her since he knows her medical history like the back of his hand and has the excuses they planned to use if anyone got suspicious. Charles is on the phone with Seb talking about what's going on.

That leaves Lando. The most anxious out of all of them.

"Wanna talk about what's going on in your head?" They continue walking, hopefully the air will do them both good even if it's a parking lot.

"It's hard to explain." Oscar admits. "It was terrible being drugged out of consciousness. And I thought I was dreaming, but she came to check on me. She bargained for my safety." Lando can feel Oscar's hands starting to relax a bit. He's not fighting so hard anymore. "Then, when we started to try and make our way out, she saved me again. She was exhausted and I had to carry her at one point but it was so cold and damp and dark. I just never want to leave her like that again."

Lando thinks back to when he stumbled across them. How Oscar kicked and screamed at them, the females body in his protective grip. Somehow, they'd kept each other alive, and now Oscar feels the effects of the trauma that has bonded them together.

Lando stops them next to a relatively secluded part of the lot. He spins around and places his hands on either side of Oscar's face. "I promise you that we're never going to let that happen again. We're going to figure this out. What they did to you both is not something I'll say I understand, but I hear you. You and her are safe, and we're going to do our best to keep it that way."

Seb stands in the doorway with Max and Charles. His daughter now, thankfully, awake with a broken fever. The unfortunate part is that there are about four doctors standing around her asking her questions.

They'd been very specific with the Max. Mainly because the Dutch refused to let them near her when they said there were irregularities in her DNA.

They won't do anything without consent.

Yet the boys are still standing guard. Max's eyes haven't left her body, and Charles is trying to keep him from slamming the door open and kicking all of them out of the room.

The doctors step away from and exit the room. Seb grabs Max's arm in an attempt to keep him stationary.

The interaction certainly doesn’t look like much. Yet Seb can see the way she tries to curl herself farther away from them. They don’t advance, just continue talking. He can’t help but admire the respect they have for the traumatized girl.

Three of the doctors nod at them and walk away. The fourth closes the door behind him and steps in front of sebastian.

"We're going to discharge her. We think it was a psychological response to something, but otherwise, she should be okay to leave."

Seb thanks the man. His chest is relieved of the weight sitting on it since he'd gotten the call.

They didn't go back to Monaco. Instead, they flew directly to Hungary. It was her request since she wasn't sure she could stomach multiple trips. It was only a few days earlier than they needed to be there.

Max had gotten his own hotel room this time. The place is massive and luxurious. It's not like it's shocking or that she's not used to it by now. Her mind just recalls a time when her and Max were in a barely standard sized room eating comfort food while avoiding Brad.

"I don't know you, but I am exhausted." Lando let's out a large yawn to further prove his point.

Max drops his bags and turns to face the group. "That's a shame. Guess you won't get to join us then." A playful smirk tugs on his lips. She's not exactly sure what the plans are, but with the cheeky glint in the Dutchmans eye she knows they are in for a long night.

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agaypanic · 9 months

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Holy cow, you are going through these requests super fast. Woah! Also congrats on graduating. So am I. This isn't detailed at all but maybe a graduation fic with Hyde or Kelso. You can do whatever you want with it.

Proud of You (Steven Hyde X Reader)

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Summary: Hyde never cared for school or big events that didn’t revolve around him getting wasted. But he always shows up for his favorite girl.

A/N: congrats on graduating to you too!! Also, reader is in Jackie’s grade. Also number 2, even though i write for hyde I DO NOT SUPPORT THE ACTOR!!! kk that’s all, hope you enjoy :) F/f means favorite flower

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You loved your boyfriend; you really truly did. But part of you didn’t believe Hyde when he told you he would be in the front row of your high school graduation. He didn’t even show up to his own graduation! You expected him to forget and find him sitting in his chair in the Forman’s basement, watching some stupid show with the guys.

You still kept your hopes, though. Steven Hyde could always surprise you by showing that he cared. Besides, even if he didn’t come, your other friends would surely show up to see you and Jackie walk across the stage.

But as you sat in the overcrowded, echoey gym, all you could think about was making sure you didn’t miss your name being called by the class president. It was hard to focus with all the camera flashes and cheering families.

“Y/n L/n.” You stood up at the call of your name and moved through the chairs and up the stage. You heard cheers from the crowd of friends and families but couldn’t differentiate any of the voices. Grabbing your diploma and shaking the principal’s hand, you looked out to the audience. Unable to see anyone clearly, you shrugged and returned to your seat.

The ceremony felt like it went on forever. The names and claps seemed never-ending, but after God knows how long, caps were thrown, and you were released to meet with your families. Your family got to you before you could reach the bleachers. You were showered in affection, congratulations, and flowers.

So many flowers.

“Mom, you’re smothering me.” You laughed as your mom crushed you in her embrace and continuously kissed your cheeks.

“I don’t care. My baby graduated!” She took your face in her hands and peppered your forehead with more kisses. Your dad had to pull her off of you, whispering that you should go while you had a chance. As much as you loved your mother, you took that chance.

Speeding off, you looked all around to see if you could find any of your friends. It was an easy task; Kelso was a giant, so you were quick to find him smothering Jackie with affection while the rest of your friends surrounded them, clearly grossed out.

“Hey!” Donna spotted you first, bringing you into a hug before passing you around to everyone else. “We were starting to wonder where you were.”

“Mom got emotional.” You laughed as Eric patted your head, telling you, ‘Good job.’ Everyone else gave you the same sentiment, except for one. The one you were looking forward to the most. “Hey, where’s Hyde?”

“That’s weird,” Fez said, looking around the room. “He was just here.”

“Yeah, he’s around here somewhere.” Using his height advantage, Kelso searched through the crowd. His eyes lit up in recognition somewhere behind you, but he quickly turned around as if someone was telling him to look away. A few seconds later, you felt an arm around your shoulders, bringing your back to a familiar chest.

“Hey, Doll,” Hyde whispered in your ear, kissing the side of your head. “Congratulations.”

You squealed in delight, turning around in your boyfriend’s arm to hug and kiss him.

“I’m kind of surprised you’re here.” You looked down at the hand that wasn’t holding you. “With flowers.”

“Of course, I’m here, Y/n.” Hyde handed you the bouquet of F/f, making you thankful that you passed all the flowers you had already gotten to your dad before you ran off. His now free hand threaded through the hair at the back of your hair and brought you forward so he could kiss the top of your head. “I always show up for my girl.” You grinned.

“I’m so glad you came.”

“I’m proud of you, Doll.” Hyde leaned down to whisper into your ear. You could practically feel the smirk on his lips. “Maybe we should find an empty classroom so I can show you how proud I am.” You laughed, trying to ignore the heat rising in your face.

“Oh my gosh, shut up.”

#steven hyde x reader #steven hyde #that 70s show x reader #that 70s show #agaypanic

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storiesofmyhead · 23 days

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Alastor x Valentino Worker!OC

Warnings! Smallest of small mention of sexual abuse like only saying she works for Valentino.

Plot: Angel begs Charlie to let his friend Malice to stay at the hotel. Only one problem is the Alastor seems a bit hesitant to let the girl in. Once Alastor sees the girl, though he acts as if he doesn't know her, she seems to know him. And well too.

Word count: 1250

"Charlie darlin' please." Angel Dust begs his accent coming through thickly. "She needs a place to stay. I know you don't know how Val is, but I do and what's she's going through right now is something I've gone through. So please."

One look at Angel's face and Charlie knew she couldn't say no. Sighing she nods.

"Of course, she can stay. But she needs to go to all of our meetings." She says sternly to Angel, but that didn't last long as a nervous smile broke through. "If she wants too of course. No pressure. Ok bye!"

Angel pumps his fist in the air, having a little celebratory dance break.

Knocking on the door, Malice patiently waits outside of the hotel. Tapping her foot on the ground, she knocks once more, wondering if she could just walk in or if she even needed to knock.

She thoughts were interrupted by the door finally opening to show a man. Or well deer? He was dressed in a red suit, his hair two different shades of red, with soft-looking ears sticking straight up on the top of his head. And that grin. That grin had already implanted itself in her mind. The sharp teeth that he showed. Was it meant as a kind gesture? Or was it meant to scare others?

Anyways all those thoughts he quickly disappeared when a sense of Deja vu fell over her.

What was so familiar about the deer? Had they met before? Surely not. She wouldn't remembered someone as hot as he was.

"Hi. I'm Malice. I'm looking for Angel Dust, is he around here, sweetheart?" She smirked, batting her eye at the man.

Watching as his eye twitched a bit, his grin still there, though his teeth seemed to bite down harder on each other.

"He is. What did he do?" The small amount of static in his voice seemed to have flipped a switch in her mind.

Furrowing her eyebrows, her eyes drift down to the ground, before flying back up to his face as she gasped softly.

"Alastor?" She breath out.

She watched his eyes narrow a bit, though his grin never fading.

"Ahh so you know me from my radio broadcast. Not name know my real name you must be a real big fan." His voice comes out skeptical almost as if he was trying to convince himself.

Reaching out to touch him she stops herself remembering his boundaries. No matter how many times he had told her before that it was alright to touch him whenever she would always pause and hesitant before actually doing so.

"It's me. Malice." She said now searching for any recognition on his face. "You don't remember me. Do you?" Her body deflating and her voice becoming dull, as the disappointment sets in.

Letting out a deep breath. "Please Alastor you have to remember me. I've waited years to finally see you again. This can't be what I've waited for all this time. Just lie to me at least. Tell me you know me. Tell me that you remember." She sniffles a bit, though tries to compose herself not wanting to fall apart in front of someone who doesn't recognize her.

Ears twitching Alastor's eyes soften a bit at the now sadden girl in front of him.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, dear." Eyes falling to the ground, the girl shakes her head.

"It's quite alright mister. I'm truly sorry about that. You must just look like someone I used to know on earth." She pauses now looking up with a smirk. "I could give you something for your troubles." She lifts her brow a twice.

Alastor's eye twitches once more, before stepping aside letting her take a step into the hotel.

“Malice, Sweetheart!” She hears Angels distinctive voice yell out. Her head turned towards his voice to see him standing tall arms wide open.

“Angel!” She squeals running up to him, jumping into his arms as he spins her around.

She giggles as he places her back down, going into conversation quickly.

Unnoticed by the two Alastor stands behind them, his grin slowly dropping as he watches the two stand close together.

Malice can feel the static limiting from him, sending a shiver down her spine as all of her hairs stick up.

“Ŝ̶̨̰̟͈͌̾̒͌̂̂̔̉̔͠ͅt̵̛̛̻̣̓͑̉̉͆̓̀͆͠͝ȩ̵̪͇̩̃̃̓̈́͛̌̈́͌̑̕͠͝p̸̢̛̛̛̰̹͍̺̣͚͎̥͉̣̣̖̟̊̀̋́̎̒̋͑͋̌͘ ̷̙̟͕̓ä̵͎̫̼̤̐̏͛͗̀̒̕w̵̡͚͚̺͔̦̦͍̻̪̯̱̩̓́̌̅̃̎͋̀̕͝͝á̵̡̨̭̭̟͍̤̩͇͉̋̒̄̌́̾̎̉͒̋͗̇͝y̷̙͓͖̺͕̟͊ ̴͙̼̮͍̱̈̈́̃͆̈́͊̋̉͑̿̊͒̔̋͘f̶̧̯͔̜͇͈͚̟͇̮̠̣͑ͅr̸̙͑̌́̂̀̿̈́̈́o̵̩͎��̳̺̤̮͉̻̐̒̂̀̾͘m̴̛̼͔͍͖̭̔́̀̔̉̅͝͝ͅ ̴̨̹̰̞̦̟͓̮͉̩̙̭̩͜͝ͅḧ̸̨̨̭̺̖͚͉̼̬̭͚̤͇̦́̓͆̈́̔̅̍̀̈͝͠ę̷̹̦̟̯̮̽̍̈́̏̓̽̊̚r̸̪̅̄͆̔ ̵̢͔͉̍̓͠͠r̷̛͙̙͕͇̙͔̮͓͖̱͇̹̘͚̣͒̅͑̎̂̄͐̎̚͠i̸̧̛̹̺͓̩̹͊̄͜g̵̠̰̳̔̓ḧ̴̤͙̘̰̥͕̗͈͕͎͚͈̻̓̑̾͐̆̔̈̐̈́̒͆̈́ͅẗ̷̢̤̫́ ̸̢̥̱̲̜̜͛ǹ̶̢ͅo̵̢̡͔̝̱͚̺̖̠͒͜͝w̴̪̬͕͎͖̝̰̅̿̓̈́̃̎͛̇͊̀̕̕.̸̨̫̹͍̼̩̥͝ ̵̬̦̤̲͕͓̦͈͓̗͐́̑̋͐͐̃̄̈́̕̚͘͜ͅO̶̧̱̪̙͓͚͕̾̿̒̀̇̆̒̽̀̾̌̀͘͜͠r̷̰͔͇̞̫͇͉͎͈̲͒̓͑͜͝ ̸̢͉̓̎̍͂̑̈̾̎͠s̴̱̲̣̗̼̻͉͖̣̓̃̄͂̀͋̓͜ỏ̶͍͆̔̇̒͊̃̏́ ̵̻͔̹̭̙̞̬̲͔̱͚̥̩͂̽̋͒́͜h̴̢̢̧̛̛͎̲͍̲͎̲͎̻̗̙̋̊͂̔̊͊̎̾̌̀͘ȩ̴̲͈͍͖͑̓̊̑̍̃͘̕͝l̶̦̥̬̙̺̉̔̔̀͘p̴̨̢̣̯̙͖̞̭͕̘͉̔͑̃̒̑̐̌̿̿̃͆̚̕͝ ̶͉̥͕̓̿̓͐̔̎m̷̛̮͖͇̘͉̯̳͋̽̒̏̋̀̒̿̌̀ͅę̵̛̯̮̬͚̳͖̼͉̌̃̽̅ͅͅ.̴̧̛̟͉̯͙̼̻̳̗͚͛̆̔̐̂ͅ ̷̮̞̊̈́̓́̿͋̄͆̽̿̚̕I̶̢̡̱̩̲̫̠̩̗̲̜͗͌̍͒̏̾͂̌̈́͘̚͜͝ ̵͕̺̗̤̖̫̉̊̇͛̃̾̉̓w̴͖̩̅̀̈́͌̌̀̓́͆̚͝i̶̘̒̇̓ḷ̴̡̧̡̡̛͖̭̥͈̗̦͕̘͉͊̓̎̈́̍̈́̑̀̒̽͌̓̈́͠l̶̪̖̥͉̜̯̰̤̺̖̦̝̈́͐͗̎͌̚ ̶̨̡̰͔̠͎̳̖̺̬̙̩̈́͊́͒͆̽͒̅͗̕͜͜k̸̢̘̪̞͖̇̂̑̽̏̀̑́̀̌̔͛̕͝͝i̶̥͓̩͍̾l̶̢̧̜̮̜͖̦̲̝̞̱̬̺̭̀ͅl̷̤̿͑̅̃̐̋̿̿̎͒́͋͝͠͝ͅ ̴̨̢̡̛͙̞̩͇̝̠͍͕̱͔͎͌́͋̀̈́͑̊͑̂̾̌y̵̛̘͍̤͈̠̠̞̗̠̳̟̣̫͎͕̓̉͗̅̀o̸̼͍̠̾̈̓̈́͑̍̔̀̌͊̌̎̚͠ų̸̛̗̤͈̭̞̯̙͚͙̟̫̊̾̃̋͌̋̀̽͌̑̋̎̕̕ͅ.̶̖͛̽̅̚͝”

Turning around the two notice Alastor’s now grown horns that now lay pronounced on the top of his head. Angel takes a large step back, keeping his arms out in front of him making sure Malice stays at a good distance away.

The static noise soon dies down to nothing as Alastor’s horns disappear once more. His smile returned to its natural position.

Though Malice had noticed the presence of the rest of the hotel guests, Alastor seemed to not.

Charlie stood with Vaggy, jaw dropped. Angel hung on husk for dear life, while he stood shocked. And Nifty was unmoving, holding her knife displaying a recently impaled bug that she had found.

Clearing his throat Alastor goes to speak, but is cut off.

“You know who I am. You lied to me. You acted as if you didn’t know me!” She pauses, taking a breath. “How could you!” The tears swelled in her eyes. Alastor’s heart squeezes at the thought of being the reason for her tears.

“Once again I apologize, my love-” Though he is cut off once more.

“No.” She says sternly, stepping towards him, placing a finger on his chest. “You don't get to call me that.”

He sighs. “Malice. I apologize for lying, but you must hear me out.”

Charlie quickly pushed everyone out of the room before getting out herself, giving the two alone time.

“What is there to say, Alastor? I have waited years to finally see you again. Years! And what do I get! Nothing! The moment I died I was glad. Because that meant that I would get to see you again. I asked around everywhere, but no one would give me a true answer. Always saying ‘You don’t want to go near him’ or ‘He disappeared a year ago’” Her chest heaves. “The one person that would give me an answer was Val.”

Alastor’s eyes widen at the name, realizing his mistake his arms wrap around her waist pulling her into his chest.

Feeling her tears start to soak his chest, he lets her sob. “I gave up everything to see you again. And what do I get? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Why Al. Why.” Her cries grow harder.

Though he doesn’t say anything, Malice could feel his regret.

Feeling her body grow weaker, she lets the exhaustion kick in, as Alastor picks her up holding her bridal style.

“Sleep darling. I will protect you.” His voice coles at her, as he places a kiss on his forehead. Letting his shadows take them to his room, he places her down on his bed.

Stepping away he moves to leave the room, but is stopped by a small voice.

“Please don't leave, Al. Please don’t leave me again.” She begs.

Sighing he turns back, shrugging his coat off.

“Alright, my love. I promise. Never again will I leave you.”

The bed dips as he slips in, under the covers. Pulling her into his side, her body once tense, now relaxed, nuzzling in, as she lets sleep take her once more.

“G’night, Al.” She mumbles.

“Goodnight, my love.”

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faerytale-au · 1 year

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A Night Out

Place: Future Rating: M Word Count: 1,322 TWs: Mild Panic Attack, Allusions to Past Abuse Prompt for Fransweek 2023: [Travel] Cross Posted to Ao3 here!

@fransweek

Frisk had been nervous, but so far everything seemed to be going surprisingly well.

When Sans had suggested taking their daughter to the human world for the first time Frisk's heart had nearly stopped. Not only had she been worried the young girl wasn't ready to travel—let alone to another realm—but Frisk had had a nightmare. Locked closets and yelling, sharp burns and foul names spat from putrid tongues. The scorn Elys might face due to her unique appearance, white hair, what if she was accused of being a witch? Frisk had tried not to let the worry get to her, she knew it was all part of her anxiety and trauma.

But this was her daughter.

Her baby.

Sans of course had seen right through her. He'd noticed right away the twitchiness, how her eyes narrowed further and squinted as if in direct sunlight, and the way she'd started fussing with their child's hair; combing it through with her fingers and flattening it down despite the little girl's protests.

It'd taken some prodding but eventually he'd been able to sequester her to their bedroom and listened just as he always did to her concerns. He'd been very reassuring, loving, attentive. Sans had even gone so far as to compromise by making a trip to her village as a starting point rather than someplace completely unknown.

It had helped.

And now that Frisk stood thigh to shoulder with her invisible spouse she found herself not as nearly on the brink of a panic attack as she'd been earlier that day. Elys was enjoying herself, asking questions about her mother's village that brought a smile to Frisk's face as she ran between food carts and shop windows, a hummingbird discovering its first garden beneath the illuminating lantern lights.

Frisk's eyes still darted too and fro when a stranger drew too close, but otherwise she was okay.

She was fine.

"frisk. you're chewing your lip again." She jolted, caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

Sans smiled softly as he placed a hand on the swell of her hip and guided her towards an apple cart nearby. His wife was handling this excursion really well, but at the same time he wondered if maybe Frisk could use a few more outings from the seelie realm herself. She was clearly nervous about being back after so many years having never visited, a stranger in familiar land.

He pointed at the man running the cart.

"remember him?"

The guy was five four, had an obvious hunch in his back and thick unruly white hair that flared out like cotton. All she had to do was picture it colored brown and the man standing slightly straighter and recognition instantly came into her eyes. Frisk blinked and grinned.

"Oh wow! He's still selling apples?"

The man had to be at least ninety years old now. She could still remember the shock and disbelief that had been on old man McGregor's face when one of the apples she'd purchased had vanished into thin air. It had been one of Frisk's favorite memories in the years Sans and her had been separated. She could still recall how the man had eyed her suspiciously each day after that, searching for clues or hints that he hadn't imagined what had happened.

Frisk chuckled. "Would you like another apple?"

"two." Sans smirked.

She raised a brow but didn't question him as she approached the cart, casting a cursory glance back to check on Elys before smiling happily at McGregor.

"Hello!"

McGregor blinked and then squinted before finally grinning. "Frisk?"

She nodded and held up four fingers. "Four please."

"I haven't seen you in a long time! Heard a rumor that the fae carried you away." He commented as he gathered the apples for her. Frisk pressed her lips together to resist laughing at just how true that rumor was.

"I met someone." She said instead.

It was surprising he didn't bring up the incident from before, but then again maybe he'd written it off as a daydream or hay fever. She understood, it was better than to have the villagers thinking him a loon. Still it would've been fun to reminisce on it together. McGregor had always been a kind heart.

He raised a brow as he traded coins with her, brows furrowed in concentration as he counted. "Well that's good to hear! A man from another village?"

"Something like that." Frisk hummed as she took the coins and the two apples Sans had requested and passed them to him.

McGregor's eyes shot wide, his thick white busy brows nearly shooting to his hairline as they revealed two startled brown iris staring at the floating fruit. Sans chuckled as he began to juggle them, watching gleefully as McGregor's mouth fell open and he raised a trembling hand to point at him. But more rewarding than that was Frisk, who hid an ear to ear grin behind her hand as her shoulders shook with repressed laughter.

"What—" Before the old timer could finish his sentence Sans tossed them both into the air and flipped open his pouch, winking smugly as they landed perfectly within its confines before being snapped shut.

McGregor was silent. Looked about to have an aneurism as he glanced to Frisk pale as a ghost. "D-did you see that?!"

"See what?" Elys asked, startling the man further and making him nearly fly out of his skin. Sans snorted as the guy peered at Elys dumbstruck.

"W-white hair—!?"

Frisk admittedly was enjoying herself but the last thing she wanted was a scene being caused. Elys didn't have the gift of invisibility like her father and uncle had, even in darkness the shade of her locks stood out like an ember. Placing hands on the back of both her daughter and husband's heads she led them away with a thank you called back over her shoulder.

Poor man was probably going to spend the rest of his days hooked on what had just transpired.

Sans on the other hand was smiling wide, happy to see Frisk was finally loosening up and more at ease at having found a face she recognized. She just needed a good distraction, well a talk more like but they could have that at home, no what she needed was not to focus on the negative right now. He directed his attention to Elys.

"having fun kiddo?" He asked as she accepted her apple and bit into it.

"Yep~"

That tone.

Sans and Frisk both stopped and looked at her.

"What did you do?" Frisk asked hesitantly.

There was a sudden shout, and all three turned to see one of the laundry houses had erupted with foam and soap pouring out of the doorway and windows. The three of them stared as an enraged hefty amazon looking woman came charging out drenched in the stuff and looking ready for battle, the soap coating her brows and chin in a mockery of facial hair nothing in lieu of the vengeance promised in her fisted hands and raised shoulders.

"...think it's time to go home." Sans muttered.

"Yep!" Frisk squeaked as she rushed the three of them towards the village exit with Elys' laughter filling the air.

The trip was cut short, but Frisk ended up thinking how taking her daughter out wasn't as bad as she'd thought it'd be. Maybe in time, she'd be able to handle going places entirely new with her family in tow.

She looked down at her currently tiny husband, one of his hands in Elys and the other in hers. His gaze flickered up in perfect sync and locked as his grin hitched in the corner. Her chest filled with warmth and his eyelights felt as if they encapsulated her heart in comfort and contentment, just like when she'd first met him.

Yes…

They could face anything and go anywhere, together.

#undertale au #faerytale #frans #sans x frisk #fransweek #fransweek2023

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pocket-lad · 1 month

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CH 7- And Then Everything Went Wrong

TW: Death

The Humans backed themselves against a wall, trying to keep hidden from the windows as best they could. Adelaide thought she was much too close to Nick, but she was far beyond complaining right now.

The moment stretched out for an eternity. Nobody wanted to say anything. Nobody wanted to move. The only sound coming from the trailer was the rapid breathing of the Beans and the rain pounding on the roof.

Seemingly impatient, the T-Rex on their right let out a deafening roar, demanding its baby back now . Sarah screamed and Adelaide plugged her ears. But the dinosaur wasn’t done; It nudged the trailer with its snout. Unfortunately, a nudge from something that large was more than a nudge, and it sent everyone falling to the left.

Adelaide yelped as she fell into Ian’s neck, clinging on for dear life. She then felt Ian’s body get yanked backward, and when everything stabilized, she found herself within arm’s reach of Nick’s jaw. If she thought she was too close before, she was certainly too close now, and her only thought was get away . As she looked up at him though, he looked down at her, and his face poorly masked his fear. There was recognition there. Human or not, they were all just scared, and they had no idea what to do.

Adelaide whipped forward again, deciding that, of the predators in her vicinity right now, Nick was the least of her concerns. If she didn’t look at him, he didn’t exist, even though she could feel his hot breath run down her body.

Another long stretch of silence was punctured by Sarah. “This isn’t hunting behavior, Ian. They’re searching. They came for their infant.”

“Then let’s not disappoint them,” Ian said.

They made a move to pick up the baby Rex, its leg now bound in bandages.

“What happens when we give the baby back? They just walk away? Leave us alone?” Adelaide asked, doubt clear in her voice. What if they wanted revenge? She saw what those dinosaurs could do on multiple occasions, and if one decided to attack, their survival odds were dead zero.

“No clue,” Sarah said, out of breath from supporting the baby’s squirming head. And that was the only answer Adelaide was going to get.

They approached the door slowly, and Nick tugged his belt off the baby’s mouth. It immediately began wailing. With it so close, Adelaide wanted to plug her ears, but if she did, she was certain to fall off Ian’s shoulder.

She watched the Rexes follow as they made their way down alongside the trailer, eyes trained on their every move. Adelaide wondered if it could see her. It was so large and she was so small, and sometimes even Beans had a hard time seeing her. But one look at its eye told her everything. It didn’t just see her, it studied her. It was probably deciding whether she would be worth eating.

“Hold on, Della,” Adelaide heard before Ian bent down to open the door. She rooted her feet firmly into his shoulder and grabbed a fistful of fabric. That would have to do.

Surprisingly, she was able to hold on, even as his shoulder went nearly vertical. Her arms and legs strained, but there was no falling right here. She’d be dead.

Overall, Adelaide was doing pretty good at keeping her fear at bay this time around. She didn’t want to cry and she certainly didn’t want to freak out, so she pushed everything to the back of her mind to save for later. However, when the T-Rex looked directly at her with its menacing yellow eye, Adelaide felt her heart drop into her stomach. This was happening, and it was real. And all they could do was cross their fingers and hope for the best.

Sarah laughed as the baby made its way to its mother and Ian closed the door. Adelaide distantly recalled something Sarah said about Tyrannosaurs being nurturing parents or something. She was glad Sarah was happy, but Adelaide couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t over.

The phone rang, making Adelaide jump ten feet into the air. Ian answered it.

“Yes, Eddie?..... I know, I see. Is uh, how’s Kelly?.....Kelly, how are you? Are you okay?...... Okay, listen. Stay right where you are, don’t move, I’m gonna be right back up, you understand? Don’t move.” And with that, he hung up.

Adelaide hardly listened, still trying to process what happened. Sarah seemed to be doing the same, but Nick was already back to fiddling with his camera. She couldn’t believe they made it out of that relatively unscathed. That wasn’t the T-Rex she knew. The T-Rex she knew sent a fully grown human flying thirty feet into the air like he was a ragdoll, seemingly for no reason. Adelaide’s body was still expecting something, but there were no immediate threats, so she just felt jittery.

“You know, I beg people to listen to me. I use plain simple English. I don’t have any accent that I’m aware of-” Ian continued.

“Aw, shut up,” Sarah and Adelaide said at the same time.

Ian pushed on. “So that should make an interesting chapter in your book, eh?”

Sarah started rambling about parental instincts again, but Adelaide tuned her out when she heard stomping. The dinosaurs hadn’t gone away.

“Shhhh shhh shhh!” Adelaide said as she bolted to her feet. Looking back on this, she was surprised she had the courage to shush giants, but in the moment, urgency took over. Adelaide looked up, and it wasn’t good.

Ian followed Adelaide’s line of vision to see what could possibly have her shushing giants, and what he saw terrified him. The Tyrannosaurs weren’t gone. In fact, one was gearing up to smash into the trailer.

He too stood up. “Hang on. This is gonna be bad.”

Ian reached up to wrap his hand around Adelaide and she braced for it, but he was too late. The T-Rex plowed into the trailer with enough force to knock it on its side. Everyone, Beans and borrowers alike, went flying. Glass shattered and random objects fell everywhere. Most of the lights went out, casting everyone in darkness as the trailer was once again tipped on its side, now completely upside-down.

Adelaide didn’t know where she was. One second, she was on Ian’s shoulder. The next, she was laying on a hard surface with a pounding head, bruised ribs, ringing ears, and little visibility.

She had to get up. She had to do something. The trailer was in shambles and she would die if she didn’t. Adelaide forced her eyes open just in time to see a massive pot plummet directly toward her. Scrambling out of the way, she barely dodged it, but debris continued to fall. It was like dodging rain in a rainstorm, only the rain was made of giant plastic and metal objects that could kill her on contact.

Adelaide was also aware of the giants stomping this way and that, trying to find their way around in the dark and regain some of their bearings. Every step shook the ground enough to send her sprawling, but she had to keep moving. Where to, exactly? She wasn’t sure. But if she stayed still, something would eventually fall on her.

Adelaide’s eyes adjusted much faster than the giants, but in her panic she may as well have lost her vision completely.

A falling, splintered pencil barely clipped her leg, and Adelaide fell into a pile with a shriek. The wound burned like hell, and when she looked at her leg, a bruise was already forming and it was bleeding slightly. She couldn’t sit here, but she couldn’t place weight on the leg.

“Della!?” Ian shouted.

“Here!” she yelled back desperately, but there was no way she could be heard over the commotion.

Nick’s voice rang out. “I’ve got her!”

That was all the warning Adelaide got before she was scooped up by Nick Van Owen. His grip wasn’t tight, but his fingers still touched her on all sides. Her mind went elsewhere as her body instinctively took over. She freaked out, squirming around in the small space despite the pain, trying to find an exit, but his hand did not budge.

Ian said something, Sarah said something, but none of it made its way through to Adelaide. Glass shattered and her body was thrown this way and that. In the end, it was unceremoniously tipped upside-down, and she found herself flailing as she hurtled toward the Earth.

Her panic was cut short though, because not a moment later, Adelaide was staring up at the face of Ian Malcolm. She was in his hand.

She exhaled a sigh of relief, letting her head fall back into his palm. The relief was short-lived, as the trailer lurched backward. Ian cupped his palm higher. There was no time for the usual ‘are you okay’s’. “Once we’re out of here-”

“-into the woods,” Nick finished.

“Straight into the woods,” Ian repeated. He and Nick kept shoving on the door, willing it to budge, but that was where the dinosaurs hit it. It was stuck. The trailer lurched again.

“Hang onto something!” both Ian and Nick yelled. Ian glanced down at Adelaide, who stared worriedly back up at him. She was scared beyond belief, but she trusted him. He could get them out of this.

With one final shove, their half of the trailer swung over the edge of the cliff, going completely vertical. Ian held Adelaide to his chest tightly, not wanting to risk anything, and Adelaide let him. She felt his body swing around as he dangled there, trying to find purchase wherever he could.

Then, a scream. Then, a loud crack.

“Don’t move!” Nick yelled.

“I’m coming down for you,” Ian’s voice came out so loud that it made Adelaide jump. Once she calmed down, she actually registered his words just in time for him to pull his hand away from his chest.

Adelaide searched Ian’s eyes to see what he was planning to do, and all she saw was guilt. He stared at her for a second, working through his thoughts without voicing them aloud.

Adelaide realized why he looked so guilty. “Don’t you dare-”

Ian’s hand shot out over the abyss towards Nick. “Nick-” he began.

“Yeah, sure,” Nick said.

“No, no, no, no, no, wait, wait, hold on!” Adelaide yelled, clinging to the edge of Ian’s sleeve. It wasn’t much, but it gave her a much better grip than his slippery skin.

“I uh, I gotta go down, Della,” Ian explained impatiently. Adelaide glanced down to see Sarah at the bottom of the trailer, frozen in place on top of glass with slowly-spreading cracks. He had to go down to get her.

“Then I’ll go with you!”

“You’ll fall, Della. We don’t have time for this!”

“NO!” Adelaide cried. Tears formed for the first time since they made it to the island. She had been doing so well at holding them in, but this was the final straw. Ian made a promise and she would not let him go back on it, even if it killed her. “You promised,” she said forcefully.

Ian gave her a sad look. He hated himself for this. “I know,” he said quietly, then glanced up at Nick. Nick took the hint and grabbed at Adelaide, curling his fingers around her body and holding tight.

Adelaide screamed, gripping on to the sleeve as tight as she could, but it was no match for a giant. With the slightest tug, her fingers came free and she was ripped away from her best friend.

It was all too familiar. The T-Rex. Alan. Nick. Ian. Screaming. Crying. Begging. She couldn’t go through this again.

“Let me go!” she shouted over and over. Adelaide wriggled and squirmed and did everything she could to get out of that hand, but he held tight. Tighter than usual, too, with how slick everything was. Her knife was out of reach and his hand wasn’t within biting distance, but she didn’t give up.

“I’m not going anywhere, Della,” Ian called as he climbed down, hoping his words would break through to her. He kept talking in hopes of calming her down, but had no way to know if it was working. “I promise. I’ll be right here the whole time. You’re here. I’m here. Sarah’s here. Nick’s here. Nick’s great, aren’t you Nick? And then we’ll get out of this, and we’ll go - we’ll go home, and we’ll never see another dinosaur again. You've just got to hold on another minute. Nick- The satellite phone. Get it.”

The satellite phone’s strap was hooked around a lamp, but it slowly slid off toward the void below. They couldn't afford to lose that phone. Ian then turned his calming words toward Sarah, assuring her that he was coming to get her.

“I’m kinda out of hands here!” Nick said, but set to figuring it out. “You probably wouldn’t like it if I held you with my teeth, would you?” Nick mused, but Adelaide certainly didn’t register the joke with his flat tone. Her struggles amplified. She was going nowhere near a giant’s mouth. She’d rather fall to her death right here and now.

“Okay,” Nick said. “Not funny. You promise not to jump if I set you on my shoulder?”

Adelaide didn’t respond, partly because she was so consumed with escaping and partly because she didn’t know the answer herself.

“I’ll have to take that as a yes.”

Nick quickly dropped her on his shoulder, and the combination of the rain, his thin T-shirt, and sporadic movement made it hard to maintain her footing. He stretched his hand out toward the phone, but it was just out of reach. It slipped closer and closer to the edge of the light it was hooked on, threatening to drop to the ground below and shatter the already delicate glass.

Nick wasn’t going to grab it in time. Adelaide considered leaping toward Ian and hoping for the best, but instead she could help. Without thinking much about it, she sprinted down Nick’s outstretched arm and sprung off his hand toward the lamp.

She landed hard on her stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs, but she quickly wrapped her arms around the top before she could fall, yanking herself up. The strap of the phone continued to slowly shift away.

Sitting on the curved, unstable surface, Adelaide gripped the strap and pulled with all her might. She tried to ignore the giant hand reaching toward her, reminding herself that it was reaching not for her, but for the phone.

The strap slipped again, tugging Adelaide with it. She grunted and pulled harder. She wouldn’t be able to hold it forever, but she could at least delay the inevitable until Ian had Sarah safely off the glass. Or until Nick could figure out a way to get a hold of it.

It slipped again.

She pulled.

It slipped again.

She pulled.

Every time the phone moved, the strap burned Adelaide’s hands and she was nearly yanked off the light and into the abyss. There was nothing to hold on to and there was no guarantee anyone would catch her. She was on her own.

It was right at the edge now. One last shift and they were both going over, so Adelaide was forced to let go with a warning. “Look out!” she cried, as loud as her voice would allow, as Nick yelled, “Heads up!”

Adelaide watched helplessly as the phone fell toward the Beans. Ian desperately grabbed onto Sarah’s pack as the phone came in contact with the glass, smashing it into a million little shards. Sarah dangled there from her backpack, and Ian began to pull her up next to them.

Nick glanced up at Adelaide and, assuming she would be able to hold herself upright for a little while longer, descended to help Ian.

Adelaide let out a small sigh, relieved she was no longer held under his gaze. Her body stayed rigid though in case she lost her grip. Now that she wasn’t preoccupied with escaping a hand or keeping a phone much heavier than her whole body upright, this was unlikely, but she wasn’t taking any chances, especially in the rain.

From somewhere in the near distance, a voice called out. “IAN?!....SARAH???.....NICK?” And then a hesitant, “ADELAIDE?”

“We’re in here!” Nick responded.

“Kelly! What’d you do with Kelly?” Ian shouted.

“She’s okay. She’s in the high hide. Who’s hurt? What do you need?” Eddie’s voice was a lot closer now.

“We need rope,” Ian said.

“Rope,” Eddie confirmed. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, four double cheeseburgers with everything.”

“No onions on mine,” Nick said.

“And an apple turnover,” Sarah added.

There was a moment where nothing happened. Adelaide thought he might have abandoned them, or the T-Rex came back for Eddie, but a rope was thrown down momentarily.

Adelaide weighed her options. She could climb down using the various objects around her, or she could use the rope. She was already close to the trailer wall and she had plenty of options to choose from, but the rope would be much more stable and therefore much faster. She could sink her fingers into the fibers to get a secure grip.

Feeling impatient, Adelaide chose the rope. She tied her jacket around her waist, said a small prayer to whatever deity may have been listening, and pushed off of the light, aiming for the rope.

She fell a little short, causing her to drop a couple inches before she got a firm grasp on it. She slid from the momentum and gasped when it burned her hands further.

As the Beans climbed upward, Adelaide climbed down. Unfortunately, the trailer chose that moment to lose its footing, and it slowly started slipping its way off the cliff. The rope stayed in place, but Adelaide was too scared to move. Whatever Eddie was doing up there, he better do it fast.

After a terrifying minute, the trailer halted and the climbing continued, albeit a little more cautiously than before. W hen Ian glanced up to see Adelaide moving the wrong direction, she was nearly on top of them. “Della, up ! Climb up !” he yelled.

“I won’t leave you!” she yelled back. She’d already been separated once, she wasn’t going to do it again.

“If one of us can make it, it’s you! Now go!” There was a finality in Ian’s voice that made Adelaide consider listening to him. She had to admit she was no use to anybody right now, so maybe she could get help up above. How, exactly, she wasn’t sure, but she’d cross that bridge when she came to it.

Adelaide began her ascent as quickly as she could. It was a much longer, taller climb than she was used to, but she was made for this. She could do it.

Sweat dripped down her back and her arms shook with exhaustion halfway into the climb, which slowed her down immensely. After what felt like an hour, but was more likely two minutes, Adelaide made it to where the trailer sat horizontal and she could stand on it, giving her arms a break. She flexed her fingers and ran to the edge. Then the ground started to move.

The trailer was too heavy. It began to fall again, dragging the car it was attached to with it.

“Eddie!” Adelaide yelled. He glanced her way and saw where she was pointing. The car. He hopped in, putting it into reverse and slamming on the gas pedal. It was just enough weight to keep the trailer from slipping further, but the whining noise of the engine meant it probably wouldn't last long.

A rumbling sensation shook the ground, but nobody noticed it.

Adelaide’s body lurched when the cable between the car and the trailer pulled taught, and she decided she’d have to jump. Running as fast as her feet would allow, she leapt through the smashed glass windshield of the trailer and fell toward the mud below.

Knees bent, Adelaide landed in a small puddle with a plop and rolled to break her fall. Seeing Eddie as her only option, she turned forward to make a break for it, but stopped dead in her tracks. The Tyrannosaurs were back, and they were ripping the roof of the car to shreds.

Eddie cowered in the bottom of the car, trying to pry his gun loose from the net it was caught in. Adelaide watched helplessly. Her feet were stuck in the mud, and it was only rising around her from there.

The dinosaur on the right decided it was done toying with its prey. It reached into the car, grabbing Eddie by the leg and hoisting him into the air. Adelaide heard a sickening snap, and then the other one grabbed at Eddie’s top half. Together, they pulled the man in half and knocked the trailer over the edge. It plummeted toward the rocky sea below.

Adelaide screamed. Her hand went to her mouth in shock and she started hyperventilating. Was that what happened to Genarro? She was no stranger to blood and gore, but this was the most gruesome, horrifying thing Adelaide had ever seen. The image seemed to burn itself into the back of her eyelids.

The T-Rexes left, and just like that, Adelaide was alone. There was no way to know if Ian, Sarah, or Nick survived. Eddie was gone. She closed her eyes and sobbed, wishing that she could have done something. Anything .

Adelaide couldn’t move her feet, couldn’t even turn around. The mud had now risen to her mid-thigh, holding her fast. She was going to drown, and she couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it.

Through the pouring rain, Adelaide picked up more voices. At first, she thought her friends had made it, but the sound came from the opposite direction. The voices rapidly approached, and when she opened her eyes, twenty-something men emerged from the woods carrying guns and spears and other weapons she couldn’t name.

Adelaide didn’t even have time to worry if they could see her. They plowed right past her toward the cliff, and she threw her arms over her head as if that would save her from a boot the size of a truck.

The motion caused Adelaide to fall, and suddenly her hands were now stuck in the mud. She yanked and pulled and got nowhere as the mud slowly but surely crept up on her.

The ground quaked to her right, and Adelaide looked up to make direct eye contact with Sarah. She was alive! Which meant Ian also had to be alive, right?! Sarah gave her a look that she couldn’t interpret, and then everything went dark.

#jurassic park #ian malcolm #g/t #giant/tiny #jurassic park g/t #gt #size difference #tw: death

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dokuhai · 6 months

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@godkilller // continued from here.

RANGIKU HAD NO CONTROL OVER THE WAY HER EYES STUNG, OR THE WAY HER EXPRESSION TWISTED AS IF TO MATCH GIN'S OWN. She blinked back any tears that threatened to spill in favor of comforting him, knowing fully well that if she didn’t stay in control of her emotions, she would send Gin spiraling even further. This was almost too much, too reminiscent of memories they both wanted to forget.

The way she had hovered over him, then —- blood pooling underneath his broken body as she openly sobbed, almost too terrified to act….

The blonde lieutenant shook her head, as if to free herself of those dark, lingering thoughts. Gin was alive…. He was right here, and she would save him, consequences be damned. Rangiku continued to ignore the Onmitsukidō’s presence all around them —-- instead, she gripped at Gin's left hand, and kept her eyes trained on his. ❝ I’m right here, ❞ she spoke with the utmost urgency, though her tone was hushed, meant only for him to hear.

Rangiku did her best to ignore his death grip on her hand; the way her bones strained as his fingers tightened around hers, seeking anything that would help ground him, help root him in this moment. Her heart ached in her chest as she witnessed his pained expression —-- his eyes were screwed shut as he fought through the pain, tears wetting his eyelashes and starting to roll down the sides of his face as she continued to pin him down. Whatever she was feeling whilst locked in that death grip was nothing in comparison to what Gin was experiencing…

Rangiku had to actively fight her urge to look over at his arm as it rebuilt itself; bones snapping back into place as veins and nerves weaved through reconstituted muscle. The sounds alone were hard enough to ignore —- she found herself whispering sweet nothings into his ear, as if to distract them both from what was happening.

❝ You’re okay, you’re going to get through this, I love you so much…. shhh, just breathe, you’re okay, you’re safe—-- I’ve got you… ❞

When Gin’s eyes finally shot open, Rangiku moved in, pressing her forehead to his whilst holding his gaze as best she could. Her eyes searched for any signs of acknowledgement, though he seemed a million miles away —--- blinded by the pain, no doubt, though she was reluctant to give up on her attempt to pull him back to reality. ❝ I’m here, it’s me, Gin —-- look at me, ❞ she pleaded as her free hand moved to cradle his cheek. Her thumb swept away any lingering tears, seeking only to comfort as he slowly made his way back to her. And when he finally took that deep, gasping breath, Rangiku drank it in fully.

❝ That’s it, baby, breathe for me… nice and slow, ❞ she encouraged, before pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. This was a good sign… he was no longer paralyzed by the intensity of his pain, or the fear of what was happening to him. Though he was still unable to speak…. Unable to say anything, really, outside of the strained mention of her name.

Recognition, finally…. thank the gods.

Rangiku couldn’t help but wonder how this had happened… and how Kurotsuchi-taichō was involved in all of this. She knew that the man was annoyed by Gin’s insistence on wearing the scars of his past —-- his refusal to heal the wounds inflicted upon him, as though he felt his penance was directly linked to his broken form —-- and while the blonde had her own feelings on the matter, ultimately it didn’t matter. It was Gin’s decision, to carry on with his life like this… no one else’s. Rangiku had respected his feelings, despite disagreeing with them.

...Though it seemed that others did not share the same sentiments. The Onmitsukidō needed to be inspecting the ruins of Kurotsuchi-taichō’s lab, and searching for answers as to why both captains were missing from a mandatory meeting. But of course, they had jumped to conclusions… Rangiku wasn’t surprised that they had immediately sought out the war criminal —-- though she was quite furious.

As Gin worked to re-center himself, Rangiku traded her fears and worries for full-blown rage. She directed her voice over her shoulder, towards the few stealth corp members that had the audacity to begin advancing towards them. ❝ —--Take one more step, and I'll kill you myself. I don't care what your orders are... none of you are taking this man away from me. ❞

#godkilller #these new fears ; i carry with me ( v. )#ic ( rangiku. )#starting new posts for all of these threads since they're all legacy format #sad to see all of the notes go but ultimately it'll be cleaner and easier to keep track of this way! ;w;

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taintedevesayori · 7 months

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⚰️ Diatober ⚰️

Day 12: Mother/Father | Prompts by @fruit-of-infidelity | Masterlist

“Hey, Sayo,” Shin called, entering the school library.

“Hey,” she greeted, putting down her book. “How were your classes?”

“Boring. I thought you might be here. Entertain me.”

“Seriously?” She sighed, but was getting used to vampires demanding such things from her.

“You should take it as a compliment that I think you’re interesting enough to want your company.”

Was it a compliment or a hassle? She would never voice such a thought to his face.

“How, exactly, am I supposed to entertain you? Besides, I’m trying to study. This is a library, after all.”

“Forget that, let’s go find something to do in town,” he grabbed her hand, dragging her away.

She sighed but decided it would be more of a pain to fight it. She could just study later.

The two ended up at a cafe since Sayo mentioned being hungry as they were wandering around town. She let him pick the place to ease his complaints.

“I know you’ve never met them, but do you know who your parents are?” Shin asked as they waited for their food.

“I don’t know much. Pretty much just their names.”

“And? It’s possible Nii-san and I knew them.”

She had never thought about that. It was possible the two had met her father. Why had she never asked them about this before?

“Ryuu and Yori Kirochi.”

His eyes lit up in recognition. “I don’t know why I didn’t put it together before…Of course you’re the daughter of that guy. He caused a big uproar when he married that human girl. I never heard about them having a child, though. I wonder if Nii-san figured it out.”

“So you really did know them…?”

“Not well, but I knew of them.”

“You…know how to get to the demon realm, right?” She asked without thinking. “Could you…take me to where they lived?”

“It’s too dangerous,” he shook his head.

Her expression fell. He had never seen her make a face like that before. It made him hesitate. He couldn’t have her roaming around where the disease had ravaged…but maybe he could do something else.

“I’ll see if I can get something brought back to you,” he said, grabbing her hand.

“R-Really…?” She glanced up at him.

“Yeah…So don’t make that face anymore, got it?” He looked away.

She couldn’t help but smile. It was cute to see Shin acting a bit flustered, but she wouldn’t point it out even though a part of her wanted to tease him a little.

“Thank you, Shin,” she squeezed his hand.

A few days later, Shin knocked on the door of her bedroom.

“Hey,” she greeted. “What’s up?”

“I’ve got something for you,” he held out a wooden box.

“What’s this…?” She took it, fairly confused.

“I asked a vampire to search your parents’ house and bring some stuff back for you. He said that part of the demon world is pretty desolate now, but he did get a couple of things. That box was in their house and so were the things inside it.”

“I see…Thank you so much, Shin. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“I’ll let you look through it,” he nodded before taking his leave.

She shut the door behind her as she went back into her room. Placing the box down, she sat at her desk. It was a beautiful wooden box with a flower design carved into it. When she opened the lid, the first things she saw were pieces of jewelry. There were a few necklaces and a ring, the jewels still sparkling. There was a small knife, elegantly crafted. As she sifted through the rest of the contents, there were a few other trinkets but at the very bottom of the box was a photo.

She couldn’t understand why, but she found herself tearing up. The photo was of her parents, younger than the memory she had seen when she died. Her mother was hanging on his shoulders and he was holding the side of her face. They looked so happy.

She smiled, holding the photo to her chest. She would have to do something to thank Shin.

Image made in neka

#diatober #diatober 2023 #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #diabolik oc #sayori makina #shin tsukinami #carla tsukinami

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orangetreeismyname · 2 years

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Here is a preview of the wattpad stories I have made. Feel free to search it on wattpad. Avengers: A New Era

As kate opened the doors to her so called "home", guilt began to wash over her. She knew her mother deserved recognition for her actions, but deep down, kate felt alone. From now on there would be no more sweet hugs, no more invites when she was lonely, and most importantly, no mother. Kate was alone.

She had to admit though, the week at the Barton's was definitely relieveing. Clint's kids were amazing. Cooper wanted to play video games with her and play football. Lila practices archery with Kate. She definitely enjoyed learning the flick trick, and later on used it to hit Cooper in the back of the head. 'Nathaniel is sweet' Kate thought. He loved Kate from the moment he saw her and wanted to play every minute she was there. Laura was very welcoming. She treated Kate like her own. Kate smiled. It felt good to have someone love her.

She took a deep breathe and began walking into the corridor that led to the kitchen. She really needed some of those alcohol slushies to take her mind of things. The memory of clint and her came back to her head, and she couldn't resist a smile forming at her cheeks. She reached the kitchen and pulled out the vodka. She turned but paused. The hot sauce bottle was sitting where the blond haired assasin left it. She stood there for a good five minutes before going back to her slushy making.

As much as she hates to admit it, she found the woman interesting. She admired how much self confidence she had in her self. How she could just brush off she broke into someone's apartment. Kate would be running as soon a creak was heard. Then and again, she wasn't a trained killer." A trained killer" Kate repeated out loud. Why would anyone want to kill for fun? She shook her head. At least she didn't kill Clint. She wondered what he did to convince her. She looked down from her train of thought to see she had spilled vodka on the bench.

"Shit" she mumbled. She left all her things on the bench and walked up to her room. As soon as she got to her bed to flopped down and sighed. She was bored. Lucky was staying at the Barton's for a few more days since they got along so well, but now kate was lonely. Who could she call? Clint was probably busy right now and would block her anyway. Greer and Dee had abandoned her at the bell tower, so she didn't wanna call them.

Her mom was in jail. Kate shut her eyes at that thought. The thought of her mom, her poor mom behind bars in a orange outfit. Kate sniffled and sat up again. Who else was there? She could call Jack, but kate had to much self pride to apologise to him about what happened. Her phone beeped alerting her to a message. Groaning, she got up. It was a picture from clint of lucky with the kids. She chuckled slightly at the goofy look on their faces. A message followed behind the picture

"How you doing kid?"

Kate took a moment to think about this question. Is she okay? Physically, yes. Mentally? Maybe. But clint would nag if she said no

"Im doing fine. Bit lonely without pizza dog. Seems he has got attached. Traitor."

Kate only now noticed the time. It was 11:43. The exhaustion immediately plummeted on kate.

"That's good to hear. Lucky just likes us better okay? Don't take it personally. Actually it's probably just Nathaniel's crisp fingers that are keeping him here. Its getting late for you. You should probably go to sleep kid."

Kate laid down. She could close her eyes and just fall asleep right away. But she did have to finish this conversation.

"I was thinking the exact same thing. Pretty sure hawks are not nocturnal. Just remember to bring Lucky back next week. And don't let him get coopers chocolate fingers."

Kate at there patiently. Clint could be a slow typer at the worst of times.

"I will kid. Don't worry. Anyway I gotta go because these children are driving me crazy. Almost as annoying as you. Night hawkeye."

Kate was about to message back a insult but decided not to since he called her hawkeye." That is worth more then annoying him" she mumbled. He was right though she should probably sleep. Her eyes flickered shut to the thought of what he said.

"Night hawkeye"

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F&D - Search for Infinity ❤️‍🔥P33❤️‍🔥 Mother

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Arriving in the sanctum, you were thankful that you brought Seven a coat before you noticed the tips of her fingers turning slightly blue. Realisation hit you when you remembered that Seven, like Loki doesn’t need a coat whereas you definitely did. Noticing Sevens hands turning blue, Loki picked her up and whispered something in her ear before she started to giggle before turning back to her usual colour. Perhaps he was sharing his wisdom you thought as Stephen lead the four of you into a room.

Entering, you could see what looked like three different doors leading to different places and you wondered what would have happened if you dared stepped through one. Stephen and Thor exchanged a few words whilst Loki and Seven walked around the room seemingly trying to find the perfect location to summon the allmother. Once he did, he placed Seven on her feet before lighting the candle that Thor had given him earlier. Stephen left the room whilst Thor joined Loki at his side. He quickly squeezed Lokis shoulder before holding his hand, a sight that wasn’t common at all. You stood behind them, not wanting to be the way, holding Sevens hand. You didn’t know what to expect as you looked at the empty spot infront of the brothers. The flame flickered dimly before they both began to chant.

“Allmother, we call unto you from the halls of Valhalla not as our mother but as a confidante to seek guidance and council from for the realm of the gods. Hear our call and bless us with your presence” They both said in unison causing the candle to burn brighter. For a few moments, there was a tense silence before what looked like golden sparkles began to materialise in the empty spot. Seven audibly gasped as she watched it happen in awe whilst you noticed Loki turn to Thor with an excited expression. After a few more moments, the lady you recognised from your near death experience took shape infront of you.

“Oh my children.” She spoke with a proud smile before Loki gave her a crushing hug.

“Mother.” He greeted.

Looking at her, you remembered exactly what happened during your near death experience as if it was happening all over again. Once Loki had let her go, she hugged Thor before her eyes met your ones. She looked at the candle which was still burning brightly before she cautiously took a step forward, and then another until she was infront of you. Considering this was your future mother in law who you were finally meeting in the flesh, you thought the appropriate thing to do would be to hug her but then considering she was also the Queen of Asgard, you wondered if you should have curtsied. Before you had time to make a decision, you felt her hand on your cheek.

“Look at you.” She smiled “it is an honour to finally be able to meet you properly.” Honour? Did the queen of Asgard just say it was an honour to meet you?

“Umm, thank you.” You answered quietly as she continued to look into your eyes as if they held the story of your life. Past, present and future.

“You have overcome so much my dear and for that you will be rewarded.” She smiled before her eyes fell onto Seven. “And you must be the little Loki.” She grinned, looking down at Seven who looked back up at her with a slight recognition covering her face. “It’s good to finally meet you in person dear Seven.” She continued with a slight curtsy. Did the allmother, queen of Asgard just curtsy?

“Mother as much as I’d love for us to all speak and reminisce, we have until the flame goes out to talk with you and we need your help.” Loki interrupted, walking towards the three of you before he picked Seven up.

“The resemblance is almost uncanny.” She chuckled “I can only imagine how you both fair when she turns blue.” She chuckled even more.

“They even act the same.” You added, laughing slightly too.

“It is truly wonderful to finally be able to properly speak to you all.” She said once her laughter had subsided. “Considering Thor is still standing over there, one can only assume that it is you that requires me.” She figured, looking at Loki.

“Yes! It’s y/n, we need to perform the affiliating ceremony that will bound our life forces.” Loki explained. You watched how she looked at him as he continued to speak, filling her in on everything that had happened. She tried to keep her expression neutral but you could recognise the small hints of proudness on her features, you recognised them from your own expressions whenever Seven would do something. “What?” Loki paused, fighting down a smile.

“You’ve grown so much my boy, I am proud and exceedingly so.” She praised.

“Thank you mother.” Loki answered, unable to contain his smile any longer.

“Mother please tell us what to do.” Thor added, standing next to you.

“I’ll need a witch.” She began “the girl, the one from Sokovia, she can do it.” She continued.

“Wanda?” The three of you asked in unison as Seven looked around as if Wanda was going to appear.

“Yes, fetch me a quill, some ink and some paper please.”

Loki conjured a pen and paper and handed it over to her.

“This is easier than a quill mother.” Loki assured.

“No this is for you to write down everything I say Loki and then give it to this Wanda and she’ll understand.”

The candle began to dim as she spoke, Loki writing down everything. Some of the words she used were unknown to you so you wondered how Wanda would understand them but then again, you didn’t know she was an actual witch so maybe there was more to her then you originally thought. Once she had finished, you stepped aside whilst she, Thor, Loki and Sev spoke. You didn’t want to interrupt them so you watched from afar, eyes landing on the candle signalling that time would soon be up.

“Y/n, join us.” The allmother signalled, beckoning you towards her. Almost instantly you were standing with the four before she asked you to all join hands. “Good luck my children, you may not see me but know I am always with you in spirit.” She assured “I wish you all the best of luck and Loki—”

“Yes.” He answered.

“Take care of yourself.” She spoke knowingly. “It was wonderful meeting you little Loki.” She grinned at Seven before the flame extinguished leaving golden speckles once again.

Running his eyes over Asgard, Loki couldn’t help but feel utterly desolate. He had practically lost everyone now, some due to his own fault. He felt awfully weak and helpless.

“Mother, I know you’re here with me, I feel your presence in Asgard stronger than anywhere else. I’m asking for strength. Begging for it. Please mother I need you now.” He murmured, a prayer in the wind before Seven walked into the room wearing a necklace his mother often wore.

“Look!” She exclaimed excitedly as she pointed at it.

Loki said a silent thank you as he looked at the necklace.

“It’s beautiful little elskling.”

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A Thriller Film

pairing: director!Jungkook x fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, yandere, smut

synopsis: Jungkook's life is his movies, but people don't know his movies are his life. As an anonymous director, no one can suspect him as the villain in a story, but he leaves a clue in his movie about you.

warnings: smoking, stalking, murder, solo masturbation, public fingering

word count: 5.4k

a/n: i don't know why i put so much effort into this but we love to see it flop 🥰

Smoking is bad, but there are worse things in life.

Jungkook noticed you for the first time when a cigarette was hanging off his lips, exhaling the stress from the process of organizing a new thriller film with a less than cooperative crew. Fresh out of high school, you were bright and skipping on the sidewalk in the early hours of the morning. What would such a young woman, applying for colleges left and right, be so happy about?

He didn't know you at the time, but looking at you was like a breath of fresh air. While he survived off of coffee and nicotine, you seemed to have a lot of happiness to share. Your smile was incompatible with his frown.

So he ignored you when you passed him with your earphones blasting a song so loud, he involuntarily caught the lyrics.

Fall... back... in... to... place.

The second time he saw you, he was smoking again and you were just as happy as the day before. How can someone be so in tune with themselves, with life? The same song played from your earphones, the one he listened to on repeat after searching up the lyrics: Space Song. An urge to approach you surged up in him, but he only watched you as you walked past him. A single glance from you was all it took to anticipate tomorrow.

Today, when he recognizes you from your clothing first; colorful, silky, gorgeous. So much personality in one outfit, a polar opposite to his casual black outfit in jeans and a plain shirt. Even your bag is eye-catching, and he flicked the ash off of his cigarette before nodding at you as you passed the bus stop, reaching the front of his studio.

Why did your eyes just widen? You acknowledge him with a friendly smile, and go on your merry way. That is until he lightly taps your shoulder, and you turn instantly.

"Hey," he greets before you can utter a word, "where are you always rushing off to?"

Your lips part in surprise; the man you secretly - guiltily - side-eyed for the past few days noticed you when you weren't looking? "I have an interview. Well, a few," you chuckle.

"For what?" he tilts his head curiously and takes another drag from his stick.

"Career counseling," you plainly reply, but it sounds enthused. "I'm a clueless graduate." Your hands clutch your tote bag before you discreetly check the time on your wrist. You're going to be running late soon.

"You interested in cinematography?" Smoke follows his words, but you aren't fazed.

"I'm interested in all forms of art, why?"

He notices you checking your watch again. "I'm a film director. This is my studio," he cranes his neck behind him. "You can apply for an internship here. Maybe for a stylist even," he points at your floral romper with his chin as his eyes trail.

You shift your weight on your left foot when his stare flusters you, and you consider his flattering suggestion for only a second before saying, "thank you for the offer, but I need to go now," you grimace sheepishly, "can I think about it?"

"Take your time," he reassures with a sly smile and inhales from his stick, filling his lungs with the sweet scent of your perfume alongside.

He doesn't look away when you walk off with a shy wave, entranced by your struts until he's called back in. It's with newfound inspiration that he's inside of his studio.

The storyboard of his upcoming project needs a few tweaks, and he doesn't fail in enhancing his crew with a different idea.

It’s been a week. Okay, it might’ve been shorter, but Jungkook is impatient. Besides, it didn’t help when he saw you holding hands with someone... so less than. It really baffled him to see you with a guy who wore such shabby clothes. He looks like the type that Jungkook would cast for a flop character.

The two of you are like a toy display across his studio in that cutesy, obnoxious café with a smoothie in the middle of your booth. He chuckles as he lights up another stick when he notices the two straws in the single cup. Cliché, cheesy, but cute in a childish sense. Your age shines through the amateur romance between you and that loser.

It especially shows when you look to the side with a laugh and lock eyes with him; so flustered that you gasp and focus back on your date. What makes you so shy about seeing him? You seemed so confident during your conversation two days ago.

He whistles when he notices a stray dog in an alleyway. You look at him as well but don't hear anything beyond the glass wall, but it catches his attention regardless. He whistles again before saying in a hushed voice, "come here girl." It's difficult to suppress a smile when you gaze at him questioningly, as if trying to decipher his words. "Naive little girl," he mouths as he smokes, "what are you doing with that boy?"

He almost chokes when you take out your wallet in front of a waiter; are you paying for him? That's why you ordered one drink - so you could share? Jungkook isn't cruel but, he finds it laughable that your boyfriend is so... unappealing. He can't help but wonder why you're with him; maybe his face? The boy is somewhat handsome, but he only has his facial features to go by. It's rather strange for Jungkook to think about this in the first place, so he gets back inside his workplace after harshly shooing the stray dog away with a stomp of his foot.

"I'd like to start my internship today."

Jungkook runs his eyes up and down your body while leaning against a brick wall. "Paid?"

"I-I'll do it for free. Besides, I don't know if I'll even work in this industry," you twiddle your fingers while smiling up at him. He intimidates you, but this morning you decided you did enough thinking and here you are, an aspiring stylist all of a sudden.

"Get inside," he nods at the door before stubbing his cigarette and following you to his studio. "You know what you're going to do?"

"I'm going to decide the outfits, right?" The place looks cozy to you, with its minimalistic interior design and blunt switch between the stories. The first floor is strictly for business, with lined up cameras, lights and a microphone. There is even a green screen! And the second floor seems to be more of a resting area with its couches and open laptops, but you can't make out much from the entrance. Jungkook starts walking ahead of you, making a beeline for the black stairs. You tail behind him and smile at anyone who notices you, which isn't a lot of people. It's not crowded.

"Right. We're still working on a storyline, haven't finished it yet so it's possible this project might not be published. You with me so far?" he glances at you, and at your firm nod, continues, "when we finish planning, scripting and shit, you come to play."

"So what do I do now?" you innocently inquire and watch him plop down on the red velvet couch. He clicks on the space of his keyboard to light up his screen.

"I have an idea for a character, and I want to know how you would design her," he vaguely explains as he scrolls through his document.

"You want me to sketch it or explain?"

"Let's hear you out first. Irene," he suddenly calls out loudly.

"Yes?" a female responds from downstairs. You see a woman with a grey cap look up at him, her attire nothing short of casual.

"Come here."

She skips a few steps while climbing up the stairs at his command. You're not awkward when you greet her, and she offers a coy smile.

"This girl - what did you say your name was?" he asks you. You tell him and he continues, "she's going to be our intern. I want you to critique her with me."

"What's she in for?" Irene asks before sitting across from him.

"Wardrobe stylist."

Her eyes widen as she takes a second look at you. Your style is definitely unique, but... immature. She has half the mind to not question Jungkook about his choice.

"Okay..." she trails. "I'm Irene, by the way. I'm going to be an executive producer for the upcoming film."

"Nice to meet you," you brightly chirp. "Sir?"

Jungkook smirks at your addressing of him. "Yes?"

"What is your name, if I may ask?"

"I'm Jeon Jungkook, but you may know me for my pen name Shin Dong-hyuk."

Your mouth falls open when you instantly recognize the name. "Wait, what? You directed My Time?" you incredulously wonder aloud.

My Time is a movie that took the world by a storm; it brought recognition to the whole country for its popularity and clever writing. You never knew the name was a pseudonym, however. It's a suspense genre, about the life of a crazed fanboy who is obsessed with a foreign celebrity. He stalks her on the internet, has a fanpage of her and pays a hefty amount of money to strangers to update him on her whereabouts. He's portrayed as a young college student in the story, and inevitably runs out of cash from reckless spending. When she gets into a dating scandal, he goes on a theft spree and flies out to meet and confront her. It ends with her murder when he finds her with another man in a hotel room, and he stabs himself in the heart afterwards. There are a bunch of clues that foreshadow his ending, from his family life to his friendships. It's an amazing thriller, and you researched his name in the credits to find more of his works after seeing the movie but to no avail; there is only one listed.

"That's me," he nonchalantly reveals as if he didn't just give you the shock of your life. "Don't tell anyone though, will you?"

You whimsically put on an imagery zipper over your mouth while trying to recover from your racing heart.

"I don't have a clear outline, but the female lead is going to be naive but charming. She has to stand out, alright? Happy, extraordinary, special."

"We didn't decide on that," Irene butts in with a displeased expression.

"I forgot to tell you, I deleted our previous plan."

"You did wh-"

"What do you think?" he turns to you as he ignores Irene's shrieks. "What color are you imagining?"

You feel nervous when he puts you on the spotlight after revealing his identity. You close your eyes with a deep inhale before answering, "I'm thinking red and green, like Christmas. There should be a hint of white as well."

Jungkook drinks in your outfit before grinning mischievously. "Perfect." All of your colors.

Stalking is bad, but there are worse things in life.

Is it such a bad idea to follow you home when it's dark out? He kept you for a long time in the studio, allowing you to dress up a mannequin with all sorts of costumes you had in mind in the backroom. He's certain you had fun with him when you left with a permanent grin on your face.

You live with your parents, and he knows for sure he's at least 5 years older than you. You look about 19, so he's assuming he's only 8 years older.

A small villa with windows all around, he observes, before glancing back at your bedroom. The lights are on and you're swinging your legs with excitement on your bed after you face planted on the mattress. He didn't see you greet your parents before running off to your room, and he can't help the smile growing on his face at your hyperactivity. It was like an instinct to walk you home in secret and he isn't sure why he is still watching you. He should look away when you get off of your bed and heave your shirt over your chest, but instead he steps away from the lamp post to hide from the light.

You're changing, and he can't take his eyes off of you. As if that wasn't enough, you unclasp your bra without even pulling the curtains. Do you know he's there? The thought excites him, and his pants begin to tighten around his crotch. He lowly whistles at you, but you don't hear him again. You do look outside for a few seconds while stretching your arms, however, and he's certain you have a connection to him.

He leaves when you put on your pajamas with the image of your bare tits imprinted on his mind. He doesn't head home first, as the studio is only a few minutes away from your home and he wants to leave you a gift.

When the familiar building enters his vision, he doesn't waste time in unlocking the door and switching on a single dim light. He rushes to the backroom after locking the entrance for a second time and unzips his jeans as he goes. You were here not too long ago, and he can pinpoint exactly where you stood while striding to each corner with purpose. Bending, crouching, leaning, doing just about anything to tease him.

Now that he can imagine your perky nipples realistically, he immediately takes out his length from his restraints and picks up a random handkerchief to pump himself with. He doesn't stop to think over his actions; he's acting on urges, on impulse. Never has he ever done something like this.

He's rather relaxed as he sits down on an idle stool to close his eyes and run his hand up and down his shaft. What he would do to press your tits against his cock while he slides it up and down, smearing his cum all over your lips while you sleep. You would swallow it without a second thought once he finishes in your gaping mouth, and wonder why there's a dull ache in your breasts the next morning.

His breaths grow shallow the faster he strokes himself, the more he thinks about using every part of you for his pleasure while you're knocked out cold. He involuntarily thrusts into the air while quiet moans slip out of his open mouth. Something about how taboo it would be to fuck you while you're unconscious turns him on so much. Would that be something you're into?

The handkerchief is so soft, so silky against his length, he can almost imagine it to be your hand. He starts twisting his hand around his cock, from the base to the tip as his other hand palms his balls before he begins to reach climax. Strings of cusses fall out of his mouth when he quickens his pace, the fabric against his skin resounding in his ears before he finally spurts out his cum into the cloth.

"Fuck," he exhales as he coats his makeshift glove with his release. White on white doesn't make much of a difference, and he's panting as he folds the handkerchief to rub it evenly so it sinks in completely.

He leaves it on the stool after zipping his pants, and his eyes twinkle under the moonlight on his journey home.

You aren't alone when you walk to work. Jungkook is taking his usual smoke break while watching you swing your interlocked hands back and forth with the guy next to you. Your smiles exude the same aura, and Jungkook sarcastically notes how compatible the two of you are. The boxy grin shines with the sun, but it doesn't hide the boy's worn out clothes.

"Good morning, Jungkook," you greet before introducing your boyfriend. "This is Taehyung, Taehyung meet Jungkook. I'm going to be under his wing until I decide my major."

"Hello, Taehyung," Jungkook coldly says before blowing smoke in his face.

Taehyung scrunches his nose before chirping, "hi!" He then turns to you and whispers, "I thought you wanted to study medicine."

You shake your head dismissively with a light laugh before responding, "it's just an internship." You let go of his hand and bid farewell with a peck on his cheek before going inside the studio.

"Well, have a good day," Taehyung smiles as he's about to leave before Jungkook holds out his hand to block the way.

"Taehyung, who is your girlfriend?"

"Um," he furrows his brows before saying your name.

"And who are you?"

At Jungkook's blunt question, Taehyung pauses and takes a step back. "What do you mean? Like my full name?"

"No, who the fuck are you? What is your contribution to society? What do you do for a living? What are you wearing?"

"Sir, I-" Taehyung's stammering is cut short when Jungkook asks, "how much money for you to stop leeching off of her?"

He scoffs, "excuse me? I'm not leeching off of anyone, and I'm sure as hell not breaking up with her for your money." Taehyung's face heats up from the shameless confrontation, and he starts walking in the opposite direction.

"So you're not going to leave her?"

Taehyung doesn't turn to look at him as he emphasizes, "no."

"Good."

He abruptly stops in his tracks. "What?"

"Your dedication is admirable," Jungkook comments with a shrug. "I'm satisfied with your answer."

"Were you testing me?"

"Bingo."

He starts chuckling before shaking his head. "I always knew directors were crazy; you scared me for a second."

"Where you headed now?" Jungkook smoothly switches the subject, but notes the fact that you've spoken about him to your boyfriend.

"I have a farm two blocks away." When Jungkook raises a brow, he explains, "I stayed the night with her, so I decided to drop her off before leaving."

"Want me to drop you off?"

It's a kind offer, really, but Taehyung is still put off by the insults thrown his way just a minute ago. Doesn't he have work to do anyway? "That's alright, thank you, but I'll just take the bus. Have a good one, Jungkook."

Jungkook doesn't stop him as they both wave goodbye. He doesn't bother putting out his cigarette before going inside.

Where would be a farm only two blocks away from the city center? It has to be a lie.

You're wandering around the place as to not awkwardly wait for Jungkook who sharply inhales at the sight. He calls your name.

"Yes?"

"What do you want to become?"

"I," you look at him funny with a laugh, "I still don't know."

"Then take a gap year."

Your brows shoot up to your hairline. "Why?"

"I want you to be invested in this project completely. Once the planning is finished, I'll give you a salary. What do you think?"

He's asking you to work full-time for him. Not as an intern, but an employee and you are beyond willing after only being here for two days. He's a famous director; how can one pass up this opportunity?

"I'd love that."

You noticed that Jungkook has a very unique way of working. You've heard that he's been keeping his crew until late at night, already having an outline for his plot and he's moved onto screenwriting. He apparently disappears randomly throughout the evening after you leave, and you've had some different experiences with him of your own.

He asked you to steal from the wardrobe of his backroom. "Take everything that you'd wear," he said before stepping out of the room.

When you confusedly compiled all of the clothes that caught your eye under your arm, he took them from you and brought them upstairs with a huge grin. "Keep that one," he pointed at the handkerchief you thought about lacing your neck with.

Taehyung's quiet with you. He doesn't respond to your texts, doesn't call you, doesn't come over. You're too busy spending time with Jungkook to check up on him, and it serves as a well distraction when you keep glancing at your notifications. It hurts, especially when your wallpaper is a picture of you and him. It hurts because he isn't with you in your proudest moments when you were with him even at his parents' funeral.

The only thing keeping you happy is casting. Jungkook asked you to make a list of all the actors that would suit his characters after giving you a vague description of their traits. The budget isn't an issue, and you're having so much fun. He makes you forget your worries without even trying.

Jungkook intimidates you, but he's so lovely.

A mere "aspiring" stylist is casting actors for a movie. How many people can brag about that? You almost stumble on the stairs as you quickly climb up with Jungkook's laptop in your hands. He gave it to you for research purposes as he drew a rough storyboard with Irene.

"I made a list," you exclaim brightly. Heads shoot in your direction and you sheepishly grin at your volume. Jungkook's eyes linger on your covered neck; it's almost like a collar.

He whistles and beckons you to sit next to him. You obey and anxiously present your list to the professionals; you have no idea how to go on about this task, and no one guided you. You're certain you look utterly amateur in front of them.

Irene is inspecting your list without hinting her thoughts as Jungkook asks, "who are your favorites?"

"Well, I think Kim Namjoon is um, suitable for the male lead's role and Joy-"

"It's decided then," he claps his hands twice without hearing out Irene who scowls at him.

"You're not cooperating with us," she voices in a complaint, "why are you always calling the shots on your own? These are major decisions-"

"Ms. Bae, don't take any offence now. I'm taking your opinions into accounts when I make these decisions. Unless you have an issue with something, let's not dwell on this, hm?"

She sighs as you stand there awkwardly. She's upset, but stays silent.

"The two leads are Kim Namjoon and Park Soo-young. The team will decide the rest of the cast, thank you," he informs you with a ghost of a smile.

"Of course," you breathe.

You don't know how long it is supposed to take to shoot a film, but surely it's not this fast paced. Jungkook is relentless with his production; there are hardly any breaks in between takes. There are bags under his eyes from pulling all nighters to work on his scripts.

He is a perfectionist and a hard worker, as you've come to find out. You feel bad for the amount of times the actors recited their lines when they didn't capture a scene right in Jungkook's eyes. It was an honor for you to meet these famous people beyond a screen, and you were strictly ordered to do Joy's makeup only. You are her stylist, but the professional one does help you after she's finished with Namjoon's.

"Cut," Jungkook says into the speaker. You're located in a rented mansion outside of the city, but you can't enjoy it when everyone is so stressed. "Start over from line "he's leeching off of you"."

Even actors can't hide their annoyance from having to do a 25th take of one scene. Jungkook pays them enough to go on with this torture however, so they have no room to complain.

They start over and you force yourself to watch them again and again.

"Oh my god, cut!" You can hardly resist groaning yourself. Everyone on set is overworked, and you know the director has it the worst, but it's overwhelming you too at this point. You flinch when your name is called. "Act Joy's lines, will you?"

"Me?" you point at yourself in surprise.

"Go ahead," he urges with a nod.

You have no idea how to act, and it's nervewracking having to do it in front of A-listers. You pick up the script handed to you from another woman and start reading:

"He's not leeching off of me," you pause to inhale shakily; your hands tremble from the heavy stares on you.

"I'm his family, the only one he has left. No one would know if he was gone, and he trusts me to look after him without having to dangle a dollar bill over his head."

This goes on until the final scene, and the retakes cut down to half.

A few months pass, and it is time for the premiere. The movie, simply titled Pretty Girl, easily got a green light for display in theatres, and it's been heavily promoted on YouTube and TV. You are excited to your core, and watching the celebrities walk the red carpet was a first for you. Jungkook easily blends in with the crowd as he once again didn't reveal his real name in the credits, but his pen name is gaining more and more recognition. You have never seen the movie throughout the editing procedure, but you can't wait to see everyone's efforts show on the big screen.

You're dressed fancily because Jungkook asked you to go with him, and the two of you are sitting in the crowded theatre with not a single empty seat to be seen. Even the entrance is decorated in retro style to fit in with the movie's theme! The jazz music playing in the halls reaches your ears, and your knees are bouncing in anticipation of the movie. Jungkook is smiling as he listens to you ramble.

"I can't believe I played a part in this whole project!" you gush with shaking fists. "I met the best director I know, and I worked for him! This all feels like a dream... No one even likes my style, and yet I became a stylist!"

"I love your style," he denies, "even now you have all the attention in the room."

"Pfft," you roll your eyes playfully, "they all think I must look weird. I tried to wear something classy so I don't stand out, but it hasn't been working out."

"Keep it that way, you're beautiful like this."

Heat creeps up to your cheeks at his compliment and you squeak, "thank you."

He doesn't get to relish your flustered state as everyone goes quiet once the movie starts.

The time period is unclear, as the language is modern but the filter is black and white. The first scene is in a bar, a man in a suit eyeing a woman with a date who is an outcast with his clothes. They're washed out and ugly, but he looks handsome with his dazzling smile at the woman.

An involuntary grin spreads across your face when you hear their dialogue.

"I want to touch someone's shoulder to see how they react. Did you see how they looked at me when I walked in here? I think they think I'm your sugar baby or something," Jimin's character jokes with a laugh.

"I know! They're all so boujee, but I'm willing to be your mommy without sugar," Joy winks. They have fun until Jimin leaves to the bathroom and Namjoon's character approaches her, who has been staring at her ever since they walked in. Joy is offered a modeling career, and she accepts after she's told that her fashion only works with her because of how beautiful she is. She's bashful when Namjoon gives her a business card.

Jungkook's film is only over an hour long, but everything is timed so perfectly. His directory is straightforward, and you admire his work until a song comes on.

"That's my favorite song!" you whisper into his ear. It's Space Song by Beach House.

"Mine too," he whispers back.

There are montages of photo shoots, Joy's rise to fame in the modeling industry, but the trouble is Jimin, her boyfriend. Namjoon confronts him one day when Jimin drops her off to her new workplace.

"How can someone so poor be able to court a woman like her?" he asks rhetorically.

"Excuse me, Sir?" Jimin is offended until Namjoon laughs it off and reveals it was a joke. The audience sighs in relief, and all is fun and games until Jimin is brutally murdered next to a dumpster. You gasp at the gore scene and glance at Jungkook, until something dawns on you.

The story is starting to sound familiar. Was this movie inspired by your encounters? Your eyes light up as you give your utmost attention to the movie. The line between reality and fiction is beginning to blur.

Joy goes to Namjoon's house, where the dialogue you first reenacted comes to play. The shots are gorgeous, the script filled with metaphors on poverty and currency, and the romance is sickly sweet. There is a sex scene not long after... Joy forgets all about her boyfriend in the snap of Namjoon's fingers.

You tilt your head when you remember Taehyung. Where is he? How come your boyfriend didn't even show up to this life-changing experience?

Jungkook's hand slides over your thigh out of nowhere, as he murmurs, "do you mind?"

You stammer when his fingers reach under your dress to poke at your panties. "S-Sorry?"

"I said," he grazes your folds as you tense at the feather light touch, "do you mind if I touch you, pretty girl?"

Your chest heaves as your lashes flutter in a daze, but you nod nonetheless. His low raspy voice already has you clenching your thighs, unintentionally trapping his hand against your pussy. He's gentle, almost curious with the way he runs his fingers over your silky underwear before he moves it to the side. You're shivering with delight and thrill, and you don't take your eyes off of each other as he begins to flick your clit carelessly.

"Looks so pretty on you," he compliments the makeshift choker on your neck. It's his handkerchief you wore for the occasion, unaware that it's dried with cum. He pulls on the knot like it's a collar, and you're entranced. Your pants fan his lips at the close proximity, and he doesn't shy away from slotting his mouth against yours. You quietly moan into the kiss when his thumb starts to rub your clit, and his long finger pokes at your entrance.

"You mind?" he murmurs against your lips, his words slightly slurred as he doesn't stop kissing you. The wet noises are drowned out by the loud volume of the movie, but you can't focus on what's going on.

"I don't," you breathe before he slips in two fingers, exploring your walls with precision. He's multitasking as he circles your sensitive clit, and you're not very experienced in regards to sexual encounters but your hand lands on his hard-on anyway.

"Don't be shy," he chuckles into your neck, "touch it."

You don't know what you're doing when you slip your hand under his pants and palm him over his briefs, but his sigh is encouraging you. You're touching each other in a room of 100 people.

It's embarrassing when his free hand joins yours to help you touch him while simultaneously fingering you. He must have sensed your lack of confidence, because he starts to stroke his erection over your hand. You start to imagine his fingers as the real thing, and with your particularly low stamina, have a hard time suppressing your whines.

"Kiss my neck," he suggests as a solution to your nibbling. You didn't even realize your nether lip is bleeding from how hard you were biting on it. You bury your head in his shoulder and start pecking his neck. He holds back a laugh at how shy you're being, and he feels proud for predicting this moment perfectly in the movie. Joy is having the time of her life with Namjoon, unaware of Jimin decaying in the attic.

He quickens his pace in your cunt, and you bite him rather harshly at the sensation. He hisses with a chuckle; he likes it when you're impulsive. He can pick up the squelches from his thrusts because of how wet you are, and you climax all over his fingers in a matter of seconds with a whimper. You're twitching in your seat, and your hand strokes him faster but he stops you.

"In my studio," he says and you nod tiredly against his shoulder. The issue isn't that he doesn't want to cum in his pants, but the movie needs to become reality. He wants to fuck you on that one stool, with Taehyung's corpse decomposing in the backroom.

Jungkook always adds a pinch of fiction to his stories, but they're mostly based on true events. If you paid attention to the ending, maybe you would've realized that.

Lying is bad, but there are worse things in life.

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immersed-in-mischief · 3 years

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Prince Charming- (Loki x Reader) Part 8 FINAL

It all comes down to this! The story of Loki and his Ladybug gets wrapped up here but I’m already planning some fluffy one shots to balance out all the angst of this week! After that, I already have another series in the works with the man himself, Tom Hiddleston! I could always use some more ideas though, so if there is anything you would like to see, please feel free to send me an Ask or a message.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Summary: With the identity of his princess finally revealed, where will you and Loki go from here?

Mischief Makers: @ruiningthe1975 @valiantvoidpoetry @nms224 @youlightmeupfinn @salempoe @lokiprompts @oasiswithmyg @saltandapepper @chwlogy @clockblobber @locht3ssmonster @mad4marvelloki

Later that night, you returned to your room to get ready for bed. As you turned on the light, Loki was sitting on the couch across the room.

“Damn it Loki! Creep much?! You scared me half to death!”

When he didn’t respond, you looked over at him again. The discarded ball gown lay in the floor at his feet, and he held the mask you had worn in his hands. You stood in silence and waited for him to say something.

“It was you… “

He looked up at you with tears in his eyes.

“Was it all just some cruel joke?”

Loki watched as you crossed your arms over your chest and closed your eyes. Your voice cracked as you spoke.

“… I could ask you the same thing, Loki.”

He stood and tightly gripped the mask in his fist.

“I thought you were my best friend! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Your angry tears surprised him as you approached him and stabbed his chest with your finger.

”EXACTLY! I was your best friend! I stood by your side for years, Loki! Years! One stupid mask and you didn’t know me? I guess in a way you never knew me. I shouldn’t have to tell you anything. You should have seen that it was me the second you saw me at the top of the stairs or at least when I spoke. The entire night I waited for it to click for you. I called you by your name. I hinted. I even called you Mischief. I was the fool who actually fell in love with you while trying to fall out of love with you in the first place. If you think I’m actually capable of doing all of this to be cruel, you never did know me at all…”

Loki stood and tried to process what you had just said.

“Wait… you fell in love while falling out of love? What does that even mean?”

You sat down on your bed and hugged your pillow to your chest and wiped away your tears with the back of your hands.

“I had been in love with you for a really long time, Lohk. Everyone could see it but you. I was just your sidekick. Eventually, I started to realize that you were never going to love me back and it hurt. When Nat talked about the chat room, I created a username to watch what was being said. That’s when I came across Chaos. He had just been someone to talk to when I couldn’t sleep until one day you told me you met someone. I pulled away to give myself some space to get over you and Chaos was there. The longer I talked to him, the more feelings developed until Nat and Wanda talked me into inviting him to the party in the kitchen on movie night. When you didn’t care at all that I was talking to someone, I decided to let you go and be okay with where things were going with Chaos.”

His eyes met yours and they were softer now.

“So, I was your Boy Toy all along? I did care about you seeing someone, Bug. Honestly, I was even jealous of him. You became so distant and I missed you but you seemed happy. I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

This entire thing was difficult for him to wrap his mind around. Loki tried to see it all play out from your perspective.

“Let me get this straight. You’ve had feelings for me this entire time? I’ve never just been your best friend? How could I have missed this? I was losing you to someone else and I didn’t even realize I had you to begin with, Bug. Why didn’t you say something at the ball when you saw it was me?”

“I already knew. You told me without realizing you did.”

He searched his memories until it came to him.

“The costume… I told you I was Prince Charming that afternoon. I sent the photograph to you?”

“Exactly. You talked about meeting her as Prince Charming. Your helmet was in the background of the picture I took. I knew the second you sent the picture to me. That’s why I was late that night. I almost didn’t go through with it… Part of me wondered if it would be easier to stand you up and you wouldn’t never know it was me. Apparently I worried about me showing up as her for nothing...”

He was finally beginning to understand the pain and hurt you felt.

“Instead, you came, and I didn’t recognize you…”

You nodded and buried your face into the pillow as the two of you sat in silence.

“I can’t imagine how much that must have hurt you. I’ve been so stupid this entire time. I’m so sorry, Bug… No wonder you felt invisible. I truly never saw you even when you were right in front of me the entire time. Is that why you’ve been so upset? Because I didn’t realize it was you?”

Loki watched as you lifted your head to look at him with fresh tears in your eyes. You stared into him as you repeated his words back to him.

“A meaningless interaction…”

Loki’s face flashed with confusion until he placed it. His words slammed into him. Like a complete fool, he had dismissed your evening together directly to you without a care in the world. His comment must have broken your heart all over again. You had been treated so horribly and didn’t deserve any of the pain he had caused you. No wonder you were done with him. He leaned against his knees and held his head in his hands.

“You told me my feelings would be returned ten fold, Loki... I trusted you.”

He remembered the moment he told you those words. It was just before you invited him to the ball. The night he realized how quickly he was falling love with you. You had been scared and he reassured you that he would be there to catch you.

“Because you had been hurt before by someone that hadn’t felt the same... You were talking about me? I was the one who hurt you. I guaranteed you then hurt you again.”

“I waited years for you to kiss me, Loki. That night was magical for me. Everything I had wanted for long so was finally coming true. I was stupid enough to believe that you had fallen in love with me. That it would be okay this time. I was your princess. Dove. Darling. My Love. My fairy tale moment. All of it meant nothing to you. Some fling you had online. You said it yourself. Even when you didn’t know it was me, it was still meaningless to you. So… I came full circle and let you go all over again. I had to stop loving you once and for all. Except this time, I no longer had a best friend… if I ever did in the first place. I’m not sure if I meant anything to you at all.“

He looked up at you and his tears matched yours now. You watched as Loki crossed the room to sit on your bed in front of you and took both of your hands into his.

“No, Bug. It meant everything to me. After she…you… told me that you accepted me as I was then you disappeared on me, it broke my heart. I was just hurt and wanted to protect myself from everyone, including my best friend. I’m so sorry it took me falling in love with you through words to finally see what I had in front of me all along. I’m nothing without you. I’m so sorry I never saw you, Ladybug.”

Loki reached up and held your face in the palms of his hands.

“I’m so sorry I was so foolish. I should have seen you. I should have never hurt you. You never deserved to be treated that way. You’re my whole world, Bug. I’ve taken you for granted for so long, but I’ll do better. Just please give me the chance to prove it to you. I love you so much. I think I’ve loved you all along and never even realized it myself. There is no excuse for my actions. I don’t know how I didn’t see you that night, but I see you now. I see all of you and all the ways you’ve been showing me love all along. Please give me another chance to prove to you how much you mean to me, even if I don’t deserve it. Can you ever forgive me, Darling?”

You finally saw the recognition in his eyes that you longed for. You stared into the green you’d been lost in so many times before and only saw you. Nobody else. His heart was yours.

“I guess so, Mischief, since you asked so nicely. But you better make it worth it for me. There were plenty of other men in that chat room that would do damn near anything to date an Avenger. Apparently, I’m a catch...”

Loki narrowed his eyes at you before letting out a loud growl. He grabbed the pillow from your arms and threw it behind him before pulling you into his lap. Your yelp of surprise was quickly silenced when his lips captured yours. His hands held you close to him before they gently traveled around your waist and stroked up your back until his fingers laced themselves in your hair. Your legs locked around his waist while you held his face to yours. The fireworks you felt that night were even more intense when he returned the love you had held for him. You let yourself drown in the taste and feel of him. When he broke the kiss to trail gentle ones across your jaw and down your throat, it tickled and made you laugh.

“How could I have possibly not recognized that laugh until today, My Love? It’s always been you. It’s only ever been you…”

You smiled and pulled his lips back to yours. With each short kiss, you could feel his lips curl into a smile against yours. Pulling back slightly, you held your face just far enough away to make him chase your lips as you whispered against them.

“I love you, Loki.”

He stared into your eyes and gently tucked a strand of hair out of your face.

“I love you too, Ladybug. So very much…”

He tried to give you another kiss, but you pulled further back away from him to tease him. With a frustrated sigh, he pulled you tightly against him and flipped you off his lap to pin you under him against the bed. Now that he finally had you, he was never letting you go again.

#loki smut #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki fandom #loki angst #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston angst #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #marvel #prince charming #friends to lovers

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hiraethenthusiast · 3 years

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"I love you most."| t.h.

pairing: actor!tom x reader

warnings: floof attack.

synopsis: tom gives you the best wedding you could've gotten. he's in love with you madly, that's what he says.

a/n: guess who wants this? i do. i absolutely adore a loving husband no matter what, and i adore heartfelt gifts even more! i hope you all like this fic, this one's really close to me! tpwk everyone!

listen to clinton kane's i guess i'm in love

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“So do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Tom as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks you while you and Tom look at him with impatience in your eyes.

“I do.” You say, making everyone cheer and making Tom smile.

“And do you Tom Ho-” “I do!” He shouts before the priest could even complete his sentence, making everyone at the altar erupt into laughs.

“Let him finish bubba” You laugh along, signalling the priest to go on when Tom mutters a small ‘sorry’ to him.

“Do you, Tom Holland, take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asks again, while Tom looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I do.” And everyone cheers once again, and you gently squeeze his hand.

“So I shall now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest says lastly before getting off the stage and as if on queue, Tom sweeps you under his arms and holds your waist before pressing his lips to yours. The moment was wholeheartedly content, his and your parents, both with tears in their eyes, even Paddy and Harry shed a few, because the moment was so pure to just not cry at. Tom kisses you as if he was the luckiest man on Earth, like he had achieved something which he thought he could never. He pulls back to look at you beaming with the biggest smile he’s seen on you in years, and smiles to himself once again.

This was the best day of both of your lives till now, and there was no doubt about it.

After 4 years of being together, Tom finally proposed to you, and then forgot where he kept the ring, but you couldn’t care less because the man you were in love with was now, going to be a forever favourite in your lives. And today, he was now your husband from your fiance, and you couldn’t be anymore happier.

You both settle down after roaming from one place to another greeting every guest that had attended your wedding, finally for a drink and some food. Harrison sits right behind you, completing the duties of best man with all his will, and you smile at him. The twins and Paddy come in a bit later, but your eyes are looking for someone else. Where’s Tom? Your question was answered when you hear the clinking of a glass, just to find your handsome husband there.

“May I have your attention please?” He looks directly at you and you blow him a kiss, him pretending to catch it making everyone laugh. Actors.

“Thank you all for attending and being a part of our very wonderful day, I swear you guys are our favourite people” He says while chuckling.

“Today is the day I married my wonderful and stunning lover, Y/N and in recognition of that, I decided to give you the best gift of this evening.” He says, making you wonder what he got for you.

“I remember when Y/N once told me that she always loves heartfelt and handmade gifts filled with love more than people buying her the gift of her choice. She likes the element of surprise, as she likes to say. So Y/N my darling, I thought you might notice and scold me for it but you didn’t, not even once in this 4 year old relationship, and trust me this is going to shock you. I’ve managed to record every important and goofy moment of our lives, from falling on a staircase to the time I proposed to you, I have it all. I’ve compiled them into one sweet video for you, while your favourite singer of them all, Mr. Clinton Kane sings a song for us! Please give him a huge round of applause!” You jerk your head to the place where Clinton enters from, and he waves at you making you wave instinctively as well.

You look back again towards Tom, who was smiling sweetly at your little fangirl moment and continues.

“I’d also like to thank Harrison and Harry for helping me edit this video, because I’m literally so dumb without anyone of these four with me.”

“Can you put the lights out and start the video please?” He asks one of the workers there at the venue, and jogs up to sit down beside you, giving you a small peck while you take a hold of his hand.

And on queue, the lights are dimmed and the video starts to play. You can hear the faint strumming of the guitar that Clinton is currently playing, but you aren’t able to identify the song just yet. You look ahead towards the screen, and your eyes light up when you see Tom dressed up in his wedding tuxedo, you finally realising that this bit was filmed just a few hours ago.

“Hello my lovely wife! Well, I’m filming this part before the ceremony starts but I think I’m pretty certain on showing you this video after we’re married. This was...boring. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the video my love, and don’t hit me when we get home! I love you so so so much, enjoy!” He says before shutting off his camera, while everyone laughs at his goofiness and you glare at him playfully. The video rolls again and you look forward, but suddenly realise the song. It’s ‘I Guess I’m In Love’, you say to yourself. Tom had proposed to you after a few days when the song came out, and somehow on the night of him proposing, this song was played. You labelled it ‘our song’ and he happily obliged.

“Haz hold the camera correctly for god's sake...” You hear your husband’s voice and move your head towards the screen, smiling brightly.

“Oh I’m obsessed. With the way your head is laying on my chest.” Clinton starts, immediately soothed by the presence of your lover and the melody in your ears.

“I am holding the camera nicely mate bugger off! Nikki taught me well!” Harrison says in the background making everyone giggle.

“She’s coming shut up”

“What’s this Tom?” You ask him, as he looks at you like a kid in love.

“Y/N”

“Tom” You say in the same manner, feeling anxious by the second.

“So we’ve been dating for 4 years and trust me those have been the most beautiful four years of my life. I know this is so out of the blue, but Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the favour of marrying the person who loves you immensely? A.k.a. Tom?" He says and you laugh. You hold on for a few seconds, looking in his eyes which were filled with desperation.

"Yes" You say and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. He can't stop beaming and searches for the ring in his pocket, only to find out that he didn't have it.

"Oh I'm a mess. When I overthink the little things in my head."

"I have the ring I promise." He says, moving frantically.

"Tom-"

"I swear I kept the ring in my pocket-"

"Tom-"

"How can I be this stupid you probably don't want to marry me anymore-"

"TOM!" He jerks his head towards you as you shout his name.

"It's okay. I just want you right now." You say and he immediately hugs you, the tightest of them all.

The clip ends and you knew the tears were coming very soon, Tom senses the action and rubs your knuckles., giving you a hearty smile.

The second clip rolls in soon, your eyes brightening almost instantly.

"You seem to always help me catch my breath. But then I lose it again, when I look at you, that's the end."

"Why the hell are we on the top of the Eiffel Tower? And why do you want your phone to crash?" You ask him, while he struggles to make a video with his phone while the winds roar at the top of the monument.

"Because I want to remember this moment!" He shouts, making you smile even more.

"My goof"

"Your goof"

"You're lucky I love you"

"I wouldn't have it any other way darling" He says and gives you a quick peck on the lips, this moment too pure to realise.

"Why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes? And butterflies can't stop me falling for you."

"Now we may invite, a very handsome young lad, who happens to be Spiderman, Mr. Tom Holland!" Harry shouts in the video, while you all pretended to have a grand gala when you couldn't attend Tom's premiere.

He walks in wearing a black tuxedo, his shirt buttons open from the top, looking dashing.

"Thank you for inviting Harold, but please, call the star of today's night." Tom says, making everyone groan about how in love he was with you.

"Patience Thomas. Now may I present, the queen of today's night, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" Everyone applauds as you walk down the stairs as you hear your name. You reach the door wearing a red and black dress, the clothing complementing your body more than ever. Everyone seems to keep clapping but your attention is towards that one dummy, who's standing like he's seen a ghost.

"..Oh wow." He's speechless, and everyone knows it. You blush at your boyfriend's gesture and nudge him in the shoulder, as a signal to stop staring.

"I hope you all understand that I scored a jackpot, thank you" He sees and everybody laughs.

You laugh along with the other guests, remembering the faint memory from over two years back. This was one of the most fun nights you've had with Tom. While you laugh at the clip, all Tom can do is stare at you in awe. How did he get so lucky, he thinks. He watches how your face glows when you see someone happy on the screen. He truly was blessed.

"And darling this is more than anything I've felt before. You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find. Someone who was worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak. But I know now I've found the one I love."

"Please don't go" You sniffle on Tom's shoulder, asking him to stay one last time before his flight leaves for Atlanta.

"If it was in my hands darling I'd never leave your side." He says, trying to hold back tears.

"It's okay, I understand." You say, pulling back and clearing your throat.

"Awh Y/N please don't cry." Tom tries to persuade his emotions by telling you to stop, but a tear falls down his cheeks in an instant.

"I'm sorry." You say, chuckling lightly, making Tom chuckle too.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"I know you will be"

"Please board the flight for Atlanta which leaves at 1330 hours" The flight attendant announces, and you know it's time to let him go.

"Come back home to me soon okay?" You say, wiping your tears.

"As soon as possible"

"I love you" He says.

"I love you more."

"I love you most." You can't argue with that now.

"Bye bubba" You say, giving him one last kiss, a very long one indeed, that left you both searching for oxygen.

"Bye darling" And he leaves to board his flight. You look in the same direction until he disappears and you turn around.

"Harrison, are you crying?"

"No-" He sniffles and you laugh.

You knew you were going to cry as soon as you saw the location. This was one of the hardest moments of your life, letting your lover go away from you for so long, and you weren't ready for that. You wiped your tears while Tom rubbed your hand with one of his, the other cleaning his tear stained face. You look back to see Harrison crying once again, and you laugh a bit at him before giving him your hand for comfort. He really was the best man. You blow a kiss to your family and Tom's, who were currently high on emotions. Even the brothers had tears in their eyes. You really did get the best family.

"And I love the way. You can never find the right things to say. And you can't sit still an hour in the day. I'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough."

The rest of the video were some clips of you and Tom being goofy and so in love, which were a delight to watch. The song played in the background, adding its own special touch, which was necessary to bind this moment together. All these moments which Tom managed to shoot secretly were a lifelong reminder of how much your person loved you. He loved you.

And that is all you need.

The video gets over and Tom looks at you with puppy eyes.

"So, how was it?"

"You're the reason my makeup is ruined and I have mascara stains" You say, laughing while crying.

"That good, huh?"

"That good." You say and he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead.

"I love you bubba"

"I love you more" He says, kissing your cheek.

"I love you most."

He couldn't argue with that.

"But I know now I've found the one I love."

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