#i cried while creating my gifs last night

[zepskies]

Hello. I was wondering if you could write an imagine in the BMD-verse (been following it for a while now; love, love, love it, by the way!) where Ben cries?

Like something really bad happens in general or to the Reader, and he losses it? I mean, personally, I have never known this man to cry, and I would love to see you conjure up something that could possibly elicite that reaction from him.

But no pressure - will definitely understand if you don't want to write it!

Oooh, so you really wanna kill me, huh? 🫠😭😭

Lol it's okay, thank you for loving Break Me Down!! It's one of my favorite story verses that I've been able to create on here. ❤️❤️

This request was difficult for me on multiple levels, but I think I was able to pull it off? (I'll let you be the judge.) This is set in the BMD-verse, shortly after "Love Actually."

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 2,400 Tags/Warnings: Major angst, show-level violence, hurt/comfort, "twist" ending (you'll want to read until the end, trust me).

Imagine: Ben loses you.

Ben restrained another sigh when he realized you were no longer walking next to him.

He turned and saw you stopping in another damn kiosk, this time looking at a selection of Pashmina scarves. As if you didn’t have enough clothes.

“We’re not here for a damn shopping spree,” he called after you.

He ignored the people who glanced at him as they walked past, a couple of them even shooting him an annoyed look.

One didn’t just stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk in New York City, but as with most societal protocols, Ben couldn't really give a fuck.

He almost started tapping his foot. Instead, he crossed his arms as he glared in your general direction. You were smiling and chatting with the woman selling her wares as you finished the transaction.

Ben at least could admire the view of you bent over in those tight jeans and ankle boots. You also wore the dark green winter coat he bought you last month, lined with faux fur to keep you warm.

When you eventually came back to him, you shot him an amused smile. You held a new scarf in shades of green and blue, to match your coat. But you also held out a new pair of leather gloves for him.

“Here you go, Grumpy. I didn't forget about you,” you teased. He raised a wry brow at you and took the gloves. He inspected them with a half-critical eye.

“And how much did these cost, five cents?”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking. He caught up with you and slipped the gloves into his pocket.

“My hands don’t get cold anyway,” he reminded you. And you often complained that his body heat was like a radiator, especially at night. Although, you hadn’t been complaining since the winter turned frigid this February.

“All right, whatever. Just don’t say I never get you anything,” you quipped. “Besides, you know you love to accessorize.”

A smirk pulled at Ben’s lips. The gloves were a half-assed gift, but he still wore the watch you got him for Christmas proudly on his wrist. That was a nice silver Rolex.

“All I know is, we’d better not be late for this damn meeting,” he said. “I don’t wanna hear Mallory’s fucking mouth.”

The two of you had made a day of coming into the city, hitting a nice brunch spot and ice skating at Rockefeller center before your date had been rudely interrupted—by a call for a new mission.

Grace Mallory had been a bit cryptic on the phone, but it had something to do with the mess Ben left of the drug cartels in South America. After they got back to the States, Ben left that “business” behind…he just hadn’t thought of how that would shake out in Colombia.  

So now, you two were headed to the Supe Affairs building. You slipped your arm around his, while his hands were in his pockets. You looked up at him with a smile.

“Try to enjoy the little things, Ben,” you told him. “We had mimosas and some bougie ass lobster tails with our eggs this morning. I skated circles around you on the ice. And now we’re going to get some work done.”

“On our day off,” he retorted.

“To be fair, you made the mess, Mr. Kingpin,” you pointed out. “We’ve just gotta clean it up…as usual.”

“Hey," he eyed you. But you both knew the warning had little heat behind it.

He still reached for your cheek and brushed his thumb across it. He felt how cold your face was, and he stopped for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk. Neither of you cared when pedestrians gave you dirty looks as they passed by.

Maybe you were right though. Maybe he should take stock of the small moments. Ben held your face with both hands and caressed some warmth back into your skin.

Your smile softened, and your eyes closed when his lips found their way to your forehead. He then took the newly bought scarf out of your hand and wrapped it comfortably around your neck.

“What a gentleman,” you said, with a small grin.

Ben smirked down at you…until his face fell.

He heard the whistle of the bullet before he saw it.

It took him another second to move, grabbing you and shielding you with his entire body when it hit his back. The bullet itself bounced harmlessly off his skin, but the inner compartment of Novichok exploded like a small smoke bomb. The smell was too familiar to him to be anything else.

Ben coughed and was forced to push you away from him before the gas reached you. You yelped and almost tripped on your feet, but you scrambled back against the wall of a drycleaners. Your wide eyes met his as his knees buckled; the gas had clouded around his head.

“Run!” he shouted through fits of coughing.

You hesitated, for just a second. But when another bullet ricocheted into the wall behind you, near your head, you ducked and had to take off running.

You wove through the busy sidewalk, pushing people out of your way as you went. Whoever was after him this time, you had a feeling these were the people Ben had pissed off in Colombia.

Fuck! You sprinted past an alleyway and saw the hand coming for your arm, but even when you turned, there was another man, dressed a black military-style uniform with his face covered by a black mask, waiting to grab you from behind.

It was muscle memory. You released an elbow into the man’s neck, a punch straight into his teeth and nose, then kicked his knee out with the heel of your boot.

You grabbed your gun from under your jacket and would've shot him, except the next man wheelhouse kicked it out of your hand. You stepped back on instinct, ducking the following punch, and the rest of his arm to run in the opposite direction.

The first man pointed a large automatic gun straight in your face. You gasped and put your hands up. With a quick glance in either direction, you realized that they’d cornered you.

Your hands were pulled behind your back by someone else. That’s when they started dragging you toward a black SUV parked in the corner.

Except that car was soon destroyed, by an old Honda Civic being shoved into it. The SUV's hood constantined like an accordion.

You looked up with wide eyes, and there stood Ben, at the crossroads of the alley. He was furious.

“Soldier Boy,” greeted the man who once again held the automatic gun poised at you. He pulled down his mask, revealing the tan face of a middle-aged man.

He moved over to you and grabbed your arm from his subordinate. He raised the gun to your back. With one press of his finger, your insides could become Swiss cheese.

Your jaw clenched as you tried to take in even breaths. You focused on Ben. His green eyes met yours, and briefly you caught the worry behind them before his steely gaze moved back to the man who held you.

“Pretty ballsy, Reyes,” Ben said. His voice was a drawl, more controlled than he felt. “You really thought this was gonna go down that easy?”

Reyes scoffed. “You’re the ballsy one. Taking off with all that product you stole.”

“You’ll have to take up with the CIA on that one,” Ben replied. “They confiscated all the smack from my place. Probably reselling it to a few hobos down the street. You’re welcome to check under the bridge over there.”

He gestured in the direction of the Hudson River.  

Reyes shrugged. The sound of a gun’s safety being clipped back resounded through the alley. You felt the vibration of it on your back. Your eyes closed for a moment.

“Bad news for her,” he said.

"Hey," Ben snapped. "There's no fucking need for that."

"I think I'll decide what we need," said Reyes. Your lips pursed as the gun dug into your back. "Maybe it's your bitch's insides at your feet."

Ben slowly raised a placating hand. Though his gait was still relaxed and arrogant, as always, you knew it was a well-crafted act. To hide his anger. His fear. To seem in control of himself, and to reinforce the intimidating presence he still was, even unarmed.

“Listen. If it’s money you want, we can work it out,” Ben replied.

His eyes once again found yours. He could see you were holding your breath. You were good at hiding it, but he knew you were scared. He wanted to tell you that he had this handled. That everything would be all right.

He focused on Reyes again. The other man considered the supe with a tilt of his head. He sucked his teeth and spit on the ground, out of the corner of his mouth. It was mixed with a bit of blood from when you'd punched him in the teeth.

“Okay, my friend,” said Reyes. “Let’s work this out. Pull out your phone.”

Ben made slow movements in grabbing his phone from his pocket. They all stepped further into the alley to avoid prying eyes and discussed the transfer of funds, and how much was fair. Ben claimed he was giving him a deal with his first offer.

Reyes demanded three times that amount. Ben raised his brows...but he complied. The money transferred from his bank account.

“Okay, we’re fucking done,” Ben snarked. He gestured at you with his eyes. “Let her go.”

In his mind, he was already contemplating how thoroughly he'd rip Reyes apart for this. After you were safe. He'd have a first class ticket to Medellin by tonight, ready to Colombian-necktie this cocksucker.

Reyes sighed through his nose. There was still about ten feet between him and Ben. He didn't seem to think it was enough. He took the gun off your back and backed up with you a few steps. Eventually, he released your arm.

“Come ‘ere, sweetheart,” Ben reached a hand out, beckoning for you. You met his gaze once again, and let out a subtle breath.

You took three hesitant steps forward.

And the gunshots echoed horribly through the alley.

As it turned out, Reyes always had an escape plan. You were merely the distraction.

It proved effective, as Ben’s protest rang out as soon as the bullets fired. He raced forward and caught you as you stumbled, but his hands soon became coated in your blood; it fled from your back in thin rivulets.

You gasped and clung to his arms. His ears rang with the sound, along with tires squealing and shouts and police sirens. All he could focus on was the color draining from your face.

Both of your breaths came out ragged as he slid with you down to his knees. He brushed your hair away from your face, even as his blood-covered hand stained your cheek. Your pained eyes drew up to his face. You tried to speak, but you didn't have the strength.

“I hear the sirens. They’re coming for you, take you to the hospital,” he promised. His voice was rough, but his throat was tight. His eyes scanned over you. “All you need is my blood and…Christ. Fuck it all.”

He laid you down on the dirty asphalt and hurriedly yanked up his coat sleeve until it ripped. It exposed his arm. He was about to drag a blunt nail across his own skin to bleed into you.

“Ben.” Your fingers twitched against his knee.

When he looked at your face, there was no longer life in your eyes.

His own were wide, almost uncomprehending. His breathing was harsh as empty hands fell to his thighs. His head felt heavy, though his ears were still ringing.

He drew enough strength in his hand to wipe the blood from your cold cheek…but your face was beginning to blur.

Or not, he realized, as the sting in his eyes took him by surprise.

In a fit of mania, he gathered you back up in his arms and ignored the wetness covering your back. He held you, impossibly tight. Tighter than he’d ever held you, because he was alone in the alley…because he was alone again.

And it was his own fault.

His eyes squeezed shut against the burn, but it was futile. Everything was. His breaths were sharp and stifled as pain tore inside. A pain worse than anything the Russian's could've inflicted on him.

His lips pressed against your forehead, trembling there. The first drops of wetness rolled down his cheek. He couldn't stop it from happening, but then again. He guessed he truly was a failure, after all.

You made the mess…

His first tears had been spent at his mother’s funeral, when he stood alone at her gravestone.

His last ones would fall and die with you.

“Ben,” your voice was soft but insistent.

He finally woke with a start. A sharp inhale through his nose.

He had been sleeping on his side. Before he even truly registered where he was, in the safety of his bedroom, he turned his head toward you.

His eyes found your face in the dark, over his shoulder. Your hair was frizzy from sleep. The strap of your nightgown had fallen off one shoulder. Your face looked bleary and tired, but you frowned in concern.

“You okay, baby?” you asked. Your hand soothed across the dewy skin on his arm.

Ben’s throat constricted. He was starting to remember bits and pieces of the dream…the nightmare. He rubbed at his eyes, then dragged a hand over his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said at last.

“Hmm.” Your gaze narrowed at him. “You sure?”

Ben had only enough energy in him to nod in response. His heart was still racing. Maybe you sensed that, because you leaned onto his arm and dropped a hand down his chest. You kissed his bare shoulder with soft lips, and he couldn’t help himself.

He raised a hand to cup the back of your head. He let out a long, relieved sigh through his nose, closing his eyes. Then he turned onto his back and brought you closer, with an arm slipping around your frame and pulling you against his chest. You made a sound of surprise, but you went willingly.

You brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his face and pressed a kiss against his neck, to his jaw, his cheek and above his brow. He accepted it all and tried to calm his breathing with the feeling of your touch, and the smell of your flowery soap that lingered on your skin.

With a hand still cupping your head, he guided your lips to his. He claimed you slowly, but with purpose. You answered him by tilting your head, deepening the kiss for a moment.

You parted from him just as slowly. You knew everything wasn’t okay, but you also knew it wasn’t the time to push him for an answer.

Maybe in the morning, you thought. …I’ll make pancakes. Haven't done that in a while. And he’s always happier with something sweet.

You rested contentedly against his warm chest and let his heartbeat, gradually slowing back into a steady rhythm, lull you back to sleep.

Ben tangled his fingers into your hair. He laid one more kiss on the top of your head.

And for damn sure, he was going to cancel that trip into the city tomorrow.

AN: I know, I know. The "it was all a dream" thing is super cheesy, but I couldn't leave it on heartbreak. I just don't have it in me with these two. 🥲❤️‍🩹

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A friend of mine requested a sequel to this imagine: "You confront Ben about his fears."

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[rushtoprove]

to deceive a prince

pairing: aemond targaryen x f!reader rating: general audiences word count: 6k+ summary: when aemond targaryen shows interest in courting your little sister, she employs your help to capture his attention through sharing letters and notes, all the while acting as if you are her. it was never meant to become so complicated. warnings: medieval catfishing? rom-com vibes. a little bit of fluff because my masterlist was getting to angsty so i needed something to lighten it up. catfishing bad in real life obviously. This has been flagged as mature by the tumblr gods but i promise it’s not.

“Please!” You wanted to curse your sister. Could she not see you were enjoying the peace of the gardens? That you were content simply reading beneath the oak tree that kept you hidden from the surrounding courtiers? Why did she need to pester you with such idiotic conversation? 

“Repeat it again?” You were in disbelief at what your younger sister had just requested of you, but her excitement rendered her oblivious to the discomfort. 

“Prince Aemond requested me as a dance partner at the ball last night and now I am in love! But I woke up to this letter beneath my door and I do not know how to reply! Or what some of the words mean. He was so sullen with me last night that I thought he must have hated me so. But he likes me!” She spun around in childish glee, ignoring your widened eyes and cruel laughter. 

“So, you want me to write back to him? As you? This morning did you not call him a tedious bore? You said you regretted wasting a dance on him, if I recall correctly?” 

“Yes, yes, I know! I was too devastated that he did not like me, so I had no choice but to mask my despair. I know you understand what I’m asking for, I do not know why this is the fourth time you want me to repeat it you obviously know what I’m talking about!” 

“Tell me one more time for good luck.” You could help but play with Mariyanna now, enjoying her desperation. You both had only just been sent to attend court three days ago, but it was no surprise to you that she would catch a suitor’s eye so quick. Even if it was the sullen prince with an ill temperament that many had warned you to take care around. 

“Stop! Please sister, please!?” 

“Many say he is a cruel man little Anna. Heartless even. Hell bent on revenge from years ago. And that he does not smile or laugh. I’m surprised he danced.” You sighed as you lowered your book and finally gave your attention to her. She was three years your junior, but you often treated her as a baby. She let her knees sink to the cold earth so that you both sat facing each other and Mariyanna clasped your hands together tightly. 

“His mother requested he dance so he could begin trying to find a suitable wife. Apparently, he won’t accept anything his family suggest so he is being given the freedom to choose. As long as she is suitable enough to join their family.” 

“He told you all this?” 

“No, his brother Aegon told me after he saw us dance for the second time.” 

“The drunk?” 

“Hush sister. But yes... that one. You would know all this if you attended!” She tried to glare at you in disappointment, but her smile was uncontainable. She was truly getting swept up in a fantasy that was created less than a day ago. You rolled your eyes at her comment before lifting your book back up. 

“You are a fool little sister.” 

“Imagine it though! Me! Marrying a prince and becoming a princess! I think I would fit well into that duty.” Her eyes glazed over as she imagined her possible future, but once she returned to reality, and quickly returned to begging. You groaned as your book was covered by the letter Prince Aemond had slid beneath her door, turning your nose up at the courting language. It was infected with imagery of nature and copious amounts of sentences comparing sweet Mariyanna to different flowers. You moaned in discomfort. 

“PLEASE!?” She cried. You did not want to. You loathed the idea. But you were always ready to do whatever your sister required, so with a sigh you wrote a letter in return. She complained it was not filled with enough declarations and promises of love and duty, but you simply waved her away. 

“You do not want to seem desperate for him. He will think you are only after his title.” And like always, your sister followed whatever you said. After that she sat wide-eyed as you quickly wrote down little sentences that quietly asked to be answered. You made small jokes about their previous night as you listened to your sister retell every moment in detail. The moment it was finished she bounced up quickly and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.  

“I love you!” You had no time to reply before she spun on heel and raced up the grass hill, desperate to find a maid to deliver the letter. 

“That’s the only time Mariyanna!” You called out after her, but she was already gone. 

+++ 

It was only a day later that your little sister had come running back with a letter grasped tightly in her grip. This time she was interrupting your alone time in the library. 

“He replied!” She squealed before shoving you along the stone bench to sit beside you. You thanked the gods no one ever seemed to come to this part of the castle, as they much preferred the newly renovated library across the other side of the red keep. She gave no time for you to reply before it was shoved into your face. 

Mariyanna, 

I must apologize as there has been a mistake. I did not send any letter to you after our dances. I believe my mother has taken it upon myself to incite conversation between us. However, I quite enjoyed your reply, and I would like to talk more this evening. Please do me the pleasure of accompany me on a walk along the grounds. 

Prince Aemond 

“My letter has captured him! Can you believe it!? A prince!” You almost laughed at her. Almost.  

“Why are you here and not racing down to find him?” 

“I do not know what to talk about I need some tips. I know he studies philosophy and he read many books according to Lady Ariyanna. I need you to give me some talking points!” She begged. 

“You want talking points on books you’ve never read? Little Anna I am sure you must simply be yourself and he will fall in love with you. Do not mould yourself into something you are not. He would be a fool not to be enticed instantly for your charm and beauty.” You brushed a strand of hair from her face and smiled at the delight that had consumed her entire being. 

“I know! And I won’t! I just need some extra wit. I need your brains. You are the most intelligent person I know. Just this once. Afterwards I shall use my own letters and interests.” You sat staring at one another for a second before you simply sighed. 

“Fine.” 

You had one hour to drill small jests and facts about your favourite books. You discussed quickly about Ten Thousand Ships and the journey Nymeria faced in her battle to be Queen. You kept it short and simply, but hoped it was enough for her to act out her silly little infatuation with the young prince. For your sister’s sake.   She could not sit still from the nerves of what was to come, and you swore there was no way she would recall everything. It felt she was hardly listening, but your sister was treating the whole thing quite seriously.  

When she left you, you moved to gaze out from the window and looked down to the gardens below. You had the perfect view of your nervous sister. She was cautious as she moved towards the looming figure of the prince, his arms crossed behind his back and his posture standing tall. He was looking upon the oak tree you had sat yesterday but turned as he realised your sister had crept forth. They bowed, and you imagined they greeted each other, before beginning the boring small talk that comes with meeting someone new. But when you saw your sister begin laughing, and his arm move to offer itself to her, you knew your tips had paid off.  

Moving away with a sigh, you returned to your book. 

That was all you would do for their courtship now. 

+++ 

You don’t know how your sister did it, but letter upon letter you had exchanged with Prince Aemond over the last few months. It quickly became easier than breathing. His interests were the same as yours, and his humour yours too. The books he suggested kept you enticed to the very last page, and he wrote that your recommendations happened to do the very same. You found him charming, however not overbearing, and you quickly realised you had dug yourself the deepest grave. You had never loved anyone.  

Until now. 

“Mention how I enjoyed his thoughts on Lies of the Ancients! Oh, and that I have come to agree the Starks made up all their stories to look really powerful!” You looked at your sister, disturbed by her ridiculous take.  

“I will not write that.” You muttered. You don’t remember how she coerced you in to writing this letter, yet here you were, scribbling stupid quips and more enticing conversation starter. 

“It was what Aemond told me. It will show I was listening!” 

“Mary, he is playing with you. No one regards Archmaester Fomas’s writing as anything more than an old man raving his madness to the masses. If he brought it up, I believe... well, I believe he was making a joke.” You grimaced at your sister, trying hard not to imagine her nodding along to Aemond Targaryen’s dry humour. 

“Oh.” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay, well write that I thought it was a funny jest.” She leaned her weight on to your back to get a full view of the stupid letter. You groaned beneath her with a huff but decided that you would mention that you knew he was jesting with his thoughts. You did not want your sister to come off as a halfwit. Or perhaps it was that you did not want him to think you a halfwit. 

“There. Mariyanna, I truly mean it when I say this is the last time, I shall do this. It does not feel right to mislead Prince Aemond.” You pushed the letter away in defeat for her to sign, which she happily scribbled on. You heart ached from the entire ordeal. At night you found yourself craving the idea of Aemond finding out the truth, but you also resented the idea of your sister being left broken. She brought the letter to her lips and placed a small kiss to the corner of it, leaving her lip paint to stain the very edge.  

“I know. I just don’t want to lose his attention. He is so tall and strong and princely. If it is not me who mothers his children, I do not know how I shall survive.” Her giggling was infectious, and you thought you hoped her happiness would never fade. So much so, you knew you were willing to give up your own for your sweet little sister.  

“Just... be careful little Anna. I worry you have fallen too deep into something that could implode in any moment.” You hoped she would heed your warning, but the youthfulness glee did not fade from her eyes, leaving you in doubt that she had even heard.   Her snickering suddenly came to a stop when the sound of the libraries grand door clicked open. You cursed inwardly, how many people were to invade the only peaceful part of the whole keep? She eyed you uncertainly and you quickly shrugged back in panicked confusion. She shrugged back at you even harder making you roll your eyes and point for her to see who had entered.  

“Why me?” She mouthed. You rolled your eyes and shoved her off her chair, leaving her no choice to silently toe towards the edge of the bookcase. Leaned forward in anticipation, you almost cried out in fright as she swung around in panic.  

“What!?” You hissed, bouncing to your feet in fear of whatever danger had entered. She quickly began shooing you away with her hands and began tidying the desk you had left sprawled with your readings. 

“Go!” She mouthed silently at you again. You angrily threw your hands up in frustration at her choice not to answer, but the sound of man clearing his throat halted your every movement. 

“My ears may deceive me, but I thought I heard your laughter, Lady Mariyanna.” Your jaw opened and closed in shock before you desperately began waving to your sister. 

“Not here!” You quietly begged her. You did not want to see. You did not need the image of him staring upon your sister and whispering in her ear. You wanted to preserve what you had with him in your stupid letters.  

“What do I do!? Why do I say I was in here for?” She grasped your shoulder and pulled you into her, shaking you for an answer. Stumbling in disbelief, you shook your head. You were both rattled by this turn of events, but you still could think unlike your sister. 

“Fucking reading you idiot!” You hissed, making her almost slap her forehead. 

“Right? Fuck what book?” She haphazardly began spinning on her spot, and you both desperately tried to find a book. 

“Let me come and find you, my prince!” She cried out in fake delight before staring at you franticly. You both shrugged violently at each other and began glaring in alarm.  

“You must leave. I will not be able to hide here long.” The sound of footsteps grew closer, leaving your sister no choice but to shove you away. 

“No need. Who I am to draw you away from your readings?” The voice called out. You stilled for a second over the calmness of his voice. 

“I’ll just read what you were reading.” She was alarmed by how close he was and quickly gave up the effort of finding a book. 

“No!” You cried out quietly as you stumbled behind the bookcase. She ignored your cry and left you to crouch down out of sight, biting your knuckle in shame for what was about to happen. You were secluded enough behind the shelves that you were hidden from the great Aemond Targaryen, but you found you had a perfect view of the meeting. You watched in trepidation as he slowly stepped to the table that your sister had managed to gracefully sit at, after she had calmed herself from the madness that had taken over you both. 

“My lady.” He bowed before her, leaving her nothing more than a blushing mess. If you had not have been in the clutches of utter panic at your precarious position, you would have rolled your eyes at her folly. 

“Prince Aemond. I did not expect you!” She was flustered by his towering figure leaning over her, and quickly moved to stand, but he gently lay a hand on her shoulder to keep her sitting comfortably before him. Breathing in deeply, he let his eye rake over the shelves making you quickly duck away from his gaze. It was a surprise your beating heart did not give you away for you swore every person in the kingdom could hear it. 

“No need for such formalities. It is I who has intruded upon your time; therefore, it is I who should be paying you the respect you deserve.” His tone did not match the sentiment as you had never heard such an unwavering, and proper speech come from any man in the court. No one could deny the authority that seeped from his very being, nor the power he held in his mere stance. Something quivered inside you at the sight of him, but it was in the most delicious way possible.  

“I do not consider it an intrusion my prince. I am always grateful for your company.” Mariyanna squeaked out, her face the deepest shade of pink you had ever seen. You wondered how she had managed to converse with him this far? 

“Please, you know I wish for you to call me Aemond.” The corner of his lip seemed to move upwards, and you wondered if that was his idea of a smile. Gazing upon his face, you found yourself struck by just how handsome the prince was. You had heard him to be described as frightening and dangerous, but no one had mentioned how sharp his jaw was. Your sister had informed you that his face simple, but pretty enough, and you felt the need to wring out her neck right then and there. How could she be so blind? 

“Yes, my prince.” Anna sighed out dreamily and this time not even the panic of the situation could stop you from rolling your eyes. 

“Are you enjoying your book?” Aemond enquired, reaching down and bringing the cover to his face. Your sister was too busy in her own realm of glee to notice the way his remaining eye widened in shock. You inwardly groaned. 

“Oh yes! I am learning so much! I really think it one of the greatest books ever written.” Your sister tried to feign interest, placing her chin upon her hand and smiling up at Aemond. You had groaned even louder in your head. It was a shock when Aemond let out a breathless chuckle. 

“Well... you continue to surprise me. Perhaps you shall have to tell me what you learn by the end." You could not blame Aemond for thinking your sister was being flirtatious because the book you had been reading was A Caution for Young Girls, a book banned from most libraries in the seven kingdoms for its erotica and sinfulness. It was infamous, so when it was passed back to your sister to look upon, even she knew what the novel was about. 

“Oh god no! Not me!” She cried out in shock before throwing it across the library franticly. She quickly began spewing out apologies for presenting such an ungodly object before Aemond, while he simply looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. 

“You do not need to worry. I shall not disclose it to anyone.” He tried to jest but it simply made her more frantic. 

“I’m sorry you see? It was my sister! She must always make sure she partakes in the most unproper things to displease my father. see? It was my sister! She must always make sure she partakes in the most unproper things to displease my father.” You did not miss the way she hissed, knowing fully well that she intended you to hear her anger. You flinched into yourself, mortified that the prince would now think you a sexual deviant before you were to even become acquainted. You had only wanted to know what all the fuss was about.  

“You have never mentioned a sister?” Perhaps Aemond was trying to defuse your sister’s panic, but the statement tugged at your heart hard. How had your sister not thought to mention you after all these meetings over these past few months. 

“Yes... well... she doesn’t leave her room much, you see? She, well everyone thinks she is quite simple.” The tug was so harsh you felt your entire heart shatter inside your ribcage. As if she heard, Mariyanna looked apologetically towards where you were hidden. Aemond was gazing solemnly out the window so you simply took the opportunity to make sure she could see the way your lifter your middle finger in her direction. 

“Cunt.” You mumbled, before quickly ducking once more as Aemond turned.  

“I understand. My brother is the simplest person in the entire seven kingdoms. It seems we have much in common.” This time he finally did smile down at your sister, who in return, linked her arms tightly in his. 

“Well at least we have each other to keep company.” She gazed up at Aemond from beneath her eyelashes, and you didn’t miss the way his eye softened.  

“I came here for a reason, actually.” He muttered; his gaze unbroken from hers. He frowned as she quickly moved her gaze to anywhere but his scarred skin that was hidden beneath his eye patch but continued anyways. “I wished to invite you to dinner with my siblings tonight. I would like to introduce you to my sister Heleana and younger brother Daeron. Unfortunately, Aegon will also be attending but perhaps you can invite your brainless sister to entertain him.” His description left you heart squeezed, drained of every drop of happiness and leaving it to bleed through his tight grasp. 

“She will be there. I’ll make sure of it. Now come, let us wonder the gardens! It is a beautiful day outside! Much too beautiful to be cooped up in here. It’s so dusty.” Your sister danced away merrily, happy to have succeeded in diverting away from a disastrous interaction. You swore you heard Aemond follow, so with a huff you stood straight and began stretching out your cramped limbs. When you gazed at the door, however, you saw him lingering, playing with the note you had written for him only moments ago. You watched the soft chuckle as he read it, and the way his demeanour seemed to lighten.  

“Continuing to surprise me.” He huffed, before slowly bringing the edge of it to his lips. The act was intimate, much to intimate for you to be gazing on. Stumbling back, you tried to remove yourself, but your skirt knocked down a book from a top its stack, and Aemond swung around in haste. You saw him begin stalking forward to find the source of the noise, making you cover your mouth and bite down hard on your palm.  

“Who goes there?” He whispered, prying his head around the bookcase. If Mariyanna was to renter, she would see Aemond standing above you, the only thing keeping you hidden was the books and cloths hanging over the shelf. You heard him inhale deeply, and for a moment you felt like prey being hunted by an animal. But she never came, and instead she called. 

“My Prince!” Her laughter floated about the room, making Aemond instantly straighten with a huff.  

“Hmmm.” He whispered, before turning and stalking off in her direction. You did not realised your skirt had been in plain view. 

+ 

Shamefully, you agreed to attend the meal with no argument. You would like to sit before Aemond once, even if it was to watch his courtship of your sister. Absolutely shameful. 

“I am happy you joined us, Mariyanna! My brother has talked a lot about you. A lot. Like all the time! Yesterday, I was showing him some art and he said it reminded him of this poem you had suggested he read. Even though he doesn’t like poetry. And, when you said you read that stupid book about ancient people lying, he was so amazed he didn’t shut up about it for a whole week! AND...”  

“Daeron, please, for the love of the gods shut up.” Helaena quipped up, placing a protective hand on Aemond’s sleeve. Daeron giggled mischievously, his childish humour leaving only him amused. The glare Aemond sent his way left him clutching hard at the table trying not to let himself howl out in delight. You were seated beside him, with Aegon boredly picking his teeth in the reflection of his soup spoon on you other side. Helaena was perched across from him but was seated beside her obviously favourite brother Aemond. Mariyanna was seated on his other side. This meant Aemond and yourself were seated directly across from one another, and due to Helaena forcing the dinner to be an intimate event, your legs were almost touching his under the small table. The heat that radiated off him, and the accidently touches of his long legs had you pressing your thighs together as tightly as possible.  

You do not know what possessed you to read that stupid book. 

“Thank you for being kind enough to invite me.” Your sister ducked her head in appreciation, and you quietly sighed as no one paid any mind to you. It was a shock, however, when you raised your gaze and saw Aemond staring upon you, as if analysing your very soul. Without a second thought, you stared at him in the exact same way.  

“Yes, my brother says you love all those stupid books. I’ve been trying to convince my mother to renovate that ancient library in the south corner of the keep and turn it into a theatre for us to watch plays. The commonfolk have some fucking hilarious skits.” Aegon laughed ignorantly, and you watched your sister laugh too. 

“Oh no!” Your words came before your thoughts, and everyone quickly turned to you. You quickly looked at your sister for some support only to see her looking at you in frustration. “My sister loves that library.” You coughed out, and Mariyanna quickly nodded in agreement.  

“It’s filthy. The new one is much nicer.” Aegon pointed out. Mariyanna kept nodding, getting confused with who she should comply with, but you shook your head. 

“It’s too busy. And it censors the books too much.” You muttered falling into your seat to try and hide yourself from the attention. Aemond chuckled at your words, before beginning to tap his fingers a top the table. 

“Yes. I hear you enjoy the restricted section of the library.” He smirked at you, thinking he knew a secret that you didn’t. Led to believe that he was alone in the library with your sister. But you were there, and you understood his words perfectly, leaving you reddened in shame. 

“Oh really? How obscene do you enjoy your novels?” Aegon was suddenly interested as he snaked his arm around your chair and leaned in with a grin. 

“Ugh.” You grunted out in disgust without thinking, leaving Mariyanna gasping in shock. 

“Forgive my sister she...” She was drowned out by the laughter the three siblings shared at the treatment of their brother. 

“Move away from her Aegon.” Aemond sighed. Aegon sighed in mock defeat, before turning his attention to swirling his wine. Looking away, you tried to turn your attention to your sister, but was caught by Aemond’s gaze once more. 

“You do not come to any of my mother’s dances, am I right?” Shifting nervously, you quickly shook your head. 

“I find my sister is much better at those types of things. I like to live through her little stories.” He hummed at your reply, before drawing his goblet to his lips. 

“And what do you do in your spare time? Write?” Your sister and you stared panicked at one another, before you quickly shook your head. Helaena stared confused at the three of your, but Aemond simply looked at you. Nowhere else. His eye was on you. 

“Not me.” The squeak of your voice mimicked that of your sister’s fluster under his gaze. Mariyanna was biting down hard on her lip, willing herself not to cry. She thought it obvious you had been caught. 

“I just noticed the ink stains on your fingers. It was a simple assumption.” You quickly hid your fingers in the sleeve of your gown and tried to think up an excuse. But everything thought seemed to evade you.  

“Not me.” You repeated quietly. The room fell silent for a moment, everyone staring between yourself and Aemond, but then you found yourself saved by the servants. The doors swung open as they swarmed in, carrying different trays of food and began arranging your feast on the small table. You quickly looked at your sister who widened her eyes in question. You simply widened your eyes back. You also did not understand what was happening.  

“I have been so hungry this whole time.” Daeron moaned as he began piling his plate with potato's. Everyone moved to reach for a dish, so you quickly reached for the spoon that was within the soup dish. It also happened to be the dish Aemond reached for leaving you both grasping onto the tips of each other's fingers instead of the spoon. You quickly pulled back and cradled your hand with widened eyes. The touch had sent a sensation down your entire being, even all the way to your toes, leaving you with no choice but to curl them up inside your slippers.  

“Apologies.” You choked out, looking down shamefully. You cursed yourself in embarrassment, declaring to yourself that he really will think you simple and brainless at the end of this dinner. He simply hummed at your regret, before lifting your bowl towards him. Without a word, he poured you a serving before returning it to you. No words were spoken as you nodded in appreciation.  

+++  

The dinner had gone smoothly after that. Perhaps smoothly wasn’t the right word. You had to cradle Mariyanna in your arms as she had spent the whole time after sobbing. Aemond had not paid her much attention to her, and she thought it obvious he had figured out that it was you who had captured him all those months ago. 

“Shhh you do not know that to be true.” 

“I do! I saw the way he was looking at you.” You had patted down her hair in comfort as she shook in your arms. You could not celebrate at the idea that Aemond might have figured it out because you heart ached for your sister. 

“Even if he has figured out that it was I that was writing the letters, it does not mean he did not fall for you after all those hours he spent courting you.” You tried to reassure her, but her broken cries only got louder. 

“I could tell he did not like our talks. I am not dumb. I knew when I laughed at the wrong times and disagreed and agreed on his thoughts mistakenly. I knew he only liked me because of your letters. I just thought with more time he might grow fond of me.” You shushed her crushed sobs and pressed a kiss atop her head. 

“If he did not grow fond of your little Anna, then he is a fool.” You whispered. She lay in your arms a little longer, before letting out a long exhale. She quickly sniffed, before sitting herself up and wiping her eyes. 

“It is okay.” She whispered, pinching her cheeks and quickly blinking away her tears. You were shocked by her sudden change of demeanour, but she ignored you and moved to her window. With a frown you slowly stood, scared any sudden movement would break her once more. 

“Mary...” 

“Veron Greyjoy has asked me to wed him. I think I shall accept it.” She gazed out, as if she had not mentioned something so immense.  

“What?” You rushed to her side, but she simply sighed at you like you were an idiot. Clasping your hands with hers, she finally looked at you. 

“My courtship with Aemond was flawed. I had to make sure I had other options. Of course, marrying a prince of Westeros was the ideal option but I was not dumb enough to think there was a certain likeliness of me wedding him. Unlike you, I do not mind if I marry for security. So, I entertained some men on the side. I have had a few other proposals of course, but I enjoy Veron’s company the most.” You could not speak from the shock of her news, but Mary simply kissed your fingers. 

“What of Aemond?” 

“He was kind, of course. And I would have been happy to wed him because I believe he shall make a wonderful husband. But I do not love him.” Disbelief. It is all that you felt. But you should not have been surprised. Your baby sister was born to thrive amongst the court, and you were a fool for thinking her dim-witted. Perhaps she was a greater schemer than Otto Hightower? 

“You’re fucking insane.” You let out a breathless laugh, as you stumbled to leave her room. 

“At first I was committed to him.” She called. You turned back to look at her smirking face. “But I started looking elsewhere when I saw you sign one of those letters with your own name.” Staring at her with a gaping mouth, you could not believe what was happening. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” You muttered defensively. It only made her chuckle. 

“You have my permission.” 

“For what!?”  

“You may let him court you. I know you love him. And who am I to get in the way of that? I do not remember a time you showed interest in any man.” She smiled lovingly at your blushing form while you stood spluttering out sentences of denial. 

“He is a prince.” You finally whispered in defeat. You could never hide anything from her. 

“And you shall be a fine princess.” 

+++ 

You could not sleep after your talk with your sister. You had spent your night twisting and turning under the moonlight that streamed in from your window. So, with a huff, you found yourself marching to the library in a robe. Carrying a candle and allowing your hair to flow freely as your bare feet slapped upon the stone hallways, you were sure to have looked like a madwoman, but you were to frazzled to care. It was only when you made it into your hideaway within the library, that you finally allowed yourself to relax. You began lighting the candles upon the walls so that you had enough light to read and allowed yourself to reach for the book Ten Thousand Ships. During your exchanges with Aemond, you had spent many letters discussing Nymeria and her reign over Dorne. It was your favourite piece of literature, and it was his too. 

You couldn’t read. You tried. Gods you tired. But the longer you stared at a page, the more distorted the words became. Instead, your mind was only on Aemond.  

“You deceived me.” The sudden voice that came from between the shelves made you scream in shock. The book dropped as you quickly pushed yourself back in fear. But it only took a moment to be reminded whose voice that was. You watched as Aemond stepped forth from the shadows, still in his leather pants from dinner, but now just a sheer white undershirt covering his torso. The candlelight illuminated his face as he moved forward, and you breath hitched at the sight. He no longer had his eyepatch strapped up, but instead he left his missing eye bare for you to see. You expected a sunken hole where his missing eye once was, but the light caught on the sapphire, and you watched it glisten. You were awed, and when he noticed you did not look away from his scarring, he could not help but look upon you fondly. Swallowing your anxiousness, you simply bowed your head. 

“I am sorry Aemond. Truly.” You cursed yourself for being so informal and allowing yourself to call him by his name, and when you watched him clench then unclench his fists, you thought you had already ruined everything. 

“I could have you arrested for such fraudulence.” He muttered beneath his breath, making your neck bow even further. You felt tears spring to the corners of your eyes while you tried to gain composer. 

“It is true. And perhaps I deserve it. I did not intend for it to go this far.” Your breath was shaky as you exhaled your words and allowed yourself to slowly lift your gaze. You expected to see Aemond glaring, full of hatred at the revelation that he had been played a fool, but he was simply looking down at you with an amused smile. 

“I jest. I shall not have you arrested.” He apologised with a smirk, and this time your heart began to race for different reasons. No longer were you in fear of imprisonment, for now all you care for was the way Aemond Targaryen was standing above you in hardly any clothes, while you were sitting on the ground like a peasant with no shoes and untidy hair. You could not look away from the way his hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, and it was at that moment that you realise how unkept it was. It looked as if he had run his fingers through it a million times and in different directions. 

“I could find no sleep.” You whispered. He exhaled a breath and let out a soft hum. 

“Neither could I. My mind is... preoccupied.” You nodded in understanding and felt your heart soar from your chest. You were no fool. You know what was happening. 

“Will you sit with me?” You suggested as you began clearing away the books you had scattered across the floor. Aemond did not need to think as he gracefully dropped to his knees and allowed himself to fall to your side. Trying to make yourselves comfortable, he let his hand stretch you behind you, and you were quick to fall into his side. 

“Are you still reading A Caution for Young Girls?” You felt yourself choke at his jest, before allowing yourself to laugh.  

“No. I finished it.” You smirked while pulling your book back into your lap. “Hmmm. A shame.” He whispered, leaving a tingling sensation running down your spine. 

“I found it... enlightening.” You smirked as you ran your thumb across your lower lip. You felt him push his nose in your hair and you both couldn’t help but smile. You let out something between a moan and a laugh, before holding up Ten Thousand Ships. 

“I believe you are familiar?” You teased. He let his teeth draw in his bottom lip quickly before chuckling at your question. 

“I know something of it.” You went to turn the next page but stopped as you felt him move your wild hair to the side. 

“Let us start again.” He whispered. Reaching down to your hand, he pulled up your fingers and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“I am Aemond Targaryen, my lady. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?” 

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Captain America

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warning: World War II, Fluff, Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Fluff, did I mention this fic is very fluffy?

Summary: Tom's son was deeply convinced his father was the British counterpart of Captain America, his favourite comic hero. In his son's mind, he was a hero for protecting his mother and himself on the open sea.

Simon Bennett was the spitting image of his father. Dirty blonde hair. The most brilliant shade of blue. His cheeky grin. And the mischievous nature even at the tender age of four.

He was created the night after his father returned home from France. A night filled with passion and no caution for consequences.

His mother, his father’s school sweetheart and the love of his father’s life, had given birth to him nine months later during an air raid.

Tom woke up to the blaring of the sirens. He turned to his side, softly kissing the woman next to him awake. „Sweetheart, we have to go.“

He got up from the squeaky old bed and rushed around for their pre-packed bag.

You softly sat up. Rubbing your eyes before getting slowly out of bed. The large stomach in front of you limits your movements. Tom walked over with your coat in his arm, helping you stand and wrapping it around your shoulders.

He led you outside, trying to shield you from any flying rubble or glass as you made your way to the nearest air-raid shelter. His anxiety grew the longer you remained outside.

It was hard for you to walk. Your ankles are swollen and your back is hurting from the weight of the baby and the impending birth. You were in your last month, a month you should rest and stay off your feet. Tom wasn’t the religious type. But he prayed for you not to go into labour this night. He should have prayed harder he thought as you stopped in the middle of the street. Right in front of the shelter.

A pained sob escaped your lips as you held your stomach. „Sweetheart!“ He let go of the bag of clothes and important things to rush to you. „The baby!“ You gasped. Tom saw the puddle forming on the street. His panic and his fatherly instincts kicked in.

He rushed to the bag and picked it up before he rushed back to you and picked you off your feet and into his arms. He rushed into the shelter before they closed the door.

Bombs fell outside as your screams filled the room full of people. He was thankful as a nurse stepped forward and helped you deliver the baby.

Simon Bennett drew his first breath when the aircraft over Manchester was gone.

It was a welcomed sound in the shelter after the explosions and falling buildings. Cheers broke out as his son screamed for the first time.

His face was red and his fists waving around as he declared his malaise about not being nestled in his mother’s warm womb anymore. Tom chuckled as he held the small boy. His smile grew larger as the small boy wiggled closer to his chest.

It had been hard for him to leave them behind to go to sea again. He had no choice, cursing the stupidity of his youth. The navy had given him plenty of time to be with his family.

Before he left, he married you. With Simon in your arms and Lois and his niece Vera as your witnesses. He had never seen a more beautiful sight.

The goodbye was the hardest. Everyone cried. You, Lois, him, even Vera. But the cry of his beautiful son was the most heart-wrenching one. He had already seen your tears the first two times he had gone to sea. He knew his heartache, but he didn’t anticipate how much Simon’s little cry would wound him.

As often as you could, you would write him a letter. Sending pictures with a few letters so Tom would see how his son had grown over the months, later years, he wasn’t home.

In one letter you wrote about your new employment with Robina Chase. He was glad you found employment with Harry’s mother as her housemaid. You were able to take care of Simon and Vera while working. And you were out of the city and the danger.

My dear Tommy,

I hope you are well. We haven’t heard anything from the Navy. Robina’s military contacts couldn’t get through to the Navy. I guess you are engaged in a battle or you are too far to reach. I hope it’s the last.

Simon and Vera are getting along nicely. They started to crawl, giving me a hard time to clean the floors. Sometimes they would race each other, giggling like madmen.

He also started to make sounds. It’s funny how I would point to something and he would make a sound. His favourite so far is car noises. When you come home he can probably call you ‚daddy‘ or ‚papa‘.

Besides Simon’s progress, I think I made progress with our hostess. It seems Robina has grown fond of me. I am the caretaker of her granddaughter after all. She has given me more days off now. Inviting me to go on walks with her. Asking me about both children’s development. She seemed genuinely interested.

Your letters to him were his lifeline. His hope of returning home. Every chance he got he would write back. He wrote ten each day. Hoping some of them will reach you. He needed you to know he was still alive and well.

He would sew the pictures you send him into the pocket of his shirt so he could carry them with him at all times and not lose them. And if he should die, you and Simon would be next to him.

Simon was three years old when an American soldier gifted him his first Captain America comic.

You always had to read it to him at night time. He insisted on it. “He is like daddy.“ He would say. “Daddy is my Captain America.“ You smiled at your boy. His grin was always so cheerful when his eyes danced over the pictures on the paper. He loved the adventures of Steve Rogers. Imagining his father fighting the bad man at sea.

Robina had even gone out of her way and had smuggled some comics into England for Simon’s fourth birthday.

But his greatest gift was his father.

You were standing at the docs with Simon sitting on your shoulders. Both of you are searching for a familiar mop of blonde hair. It became a game as more men left the belly of the ship. ‚Spot Daddy‘ Simon called it.

As he finally spotted his father, Simon became more excited. He was shouting for him, waving enthusiastically.

Tom looked up as he heard an unfamiliar child's voice calling for his father. His brows moved together as the boy waved and even shouted his name.

His eyes widened as he saw the woman the boy was sitting on top of her shoulders. You smiled up at your son as best as you could before turning back to look in front of you. Watching him rush over to you. Weaving through his fellow shipmates before finally reaching the both of you.

He took Simon from your shoulders. Groaning mockingly as he held him to his chest. Kissing his red cheeks. „My boy has grown!“ He laughed. “he is better fed than I am.”

Simon hugged his father for the first time in his four years. Savouring the warm feeling. „Welcome home, daddy. I missed you.“ He mumbled into his neck. His small arms tightened around his neck.

Tom tightened one arm around his son’s body, while the other pulled you to his chest. Kissing both yours and Simon’s forehead. „Missed you more, kid.“ He whispered against his son’s cheek.

Tom came home from work. It was late afternoon, the sun had already set. His body was weary from the heavy lifting.

„Honey, I am home!“ He called as he walked further into the house. There was no reply, the house quiet. He walked into the living room, Simon sitting on the sofa, reading another comic.

The boy’s head turned, a large grin breaking out on his small face. It was infectious, a smile breaking out on his face. „Where is Mama?“ Tom asks softly. „Upstairs, Mary has been fussy all morning. Something about teething, Mama said.“ Tom nodded softly. Later he should have a look at how his two girls were fairing.

Simon went on to read his precious comic. Tom sat next to him on the cushion. „What is he doing now?“ „He is fighting Hydra. There is a bad professor who would like to recreate the super soldier serum.“

Tom smiles, reading the last pages with his son before whispering, „I think I saw the next one at the paper stand. Wanna check if it’s there?“ Simon eagerly nodded. Rushing off the couch and racing to the front door. Tom was not far, taking his son’s hand and skipping to the newspaper stand down the road.

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[bloodynereid]

Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: canonical violence and gore, allusions/talk about sex, alcohol and drug consumption and misuse (i don't condone the actions of the characters so remember to drink wisely), A LOT of mentions of death, iffy morals?? - if there are any more pls lmk

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: hiii and welcome to the first chapter of my new fic. I haven't written a multi-chapter fic in a while so be patient with me. some little disclaimers: as of the moment of writing this chapter i have only seen the first 3 eps of gen v so if something doesn't work plot wise with future eps i will try to come back and change it, secondly i do not support chance perdomo's actions - i felt like this needed to be stated cause his character andre will be a prominent part of the story and i would change it but he literally is the only one that really makes sense in his role in vic's backstory. vic's wonderful roommate was created all thanks to one of my mutuals (not sure if you want me to mention you by name) so all credit goes to them for gemma. FINALLY i hope you enjoy! the second chapter should be out soon and i'm always open to feedback so lmk your thoughts either in the comments or in an ask. love you and ty for taking the time to read my fic - my a/n will not be this long all the time i promise.

19 years ago…

A little girl lay peacefully in her wooden cot, the walls surrounding her were painted in a beautiful pastel lilac and a snowflake mobile lay spinning above her little head. The night was serene, the wind rustled the leaves of the great oak outside the girl’s window and a soft lullaby was echoing through the room.

The girl’s mother smiled down at her perfect bundle of joy as she laid the pads of her fingers right against the soft silky skin of her daughter’s hand. Everything was perfect for another few seconds before the mother started to feel herself fade away. She deliriously looked down at her hand where she suddenly saw her skin going gray.

The baby’s eyes flew open and she let out a happy gurgle as her mother started to wither away in front of her just because she held her daughter’s little hand.

“I love you my darling girl.” Were the last words that came out of the mother’s mouth before her soul was taken far far away. Too far for her daughter to follow.

The second that the tingly feeling that the baby experienced faded away she let out a loud cry. Her mama wasn’t moving and she looked all wrong. The little girl cried and cried and cried until finally the door to her nursery flew open.

Her papa filled the doorway as he let out a horrified gasp before kneeling next to his wife. His dead wife.

“Victoria, what have you done?”

Present Day…

I pressed skip to the song playing on my phone and shifted my gaze to the flashing scenery, music resonating through my headphones as I was being driven to Godolkin. It was absolutely insane that I was actually doing it. I was actually going to GodU. The whole situation just felt so unreal. Distantly I heard a voice calling out so with practiced precision I moved my headphones away from my ears. 

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

“Of course Miss. I was just saying that we’re nearly there.”

“Ok thanks Rob.” 

I sent him a smile and replaced my headphones before taking a moment to examine my newest pair of gloves, the carefully crafted design on top of the white leather made me smile. Dad didn’t really pay that much attention to me ever since the incident™ but at least he seemed proud of me for getting into GodU. He had gifted me these gloves after stuttering out that they had once belonged to my mother.

I promised myself that I would try to wear them as much as possible since I barely had anything to remember her by anymore… other than the power my parents decided to inject me with. Life-force absorption isn’t all that common, as my relatives put it: ‘those powers… they’re a curse!’

Everything that touches me dies basically. It’s how my mother died and it’s how I kill plants and sometimes people (by accident I swear). I absorb their energy and it sort of works like a drug - I get a shot of life. Other people aren’t so lucky, they slowly turn into a gray statue and die.

Sometimes I’m able to stop before they're totally gone but with the potency of my powers they’re kaput by just 3 seconds of physical touch. I know it sucks, I can’t even shake hands for Christ’s sake!

“Miss? Miss?” I’m shaken out of my string of thoughts when I heard Rob’s voice echoing through the interior of the car.

“Yes yup sorry.” I took off my headphones and quickly shoved them into my canvas bag before looking out the window. There stood Godolkin University, the end goal of all my relentless studying and hard work.

“We have arrived. Are you okay Miss?”

“Yes I’m more than okay Rob. Thanks for driving me.”

“Of course, do you need any help with any of your boxes?” He asked as he unlocked the car and we both stepped out into the warm September air.

“It should be fine but thanks Rob really. I’ll see you at Christmas?”

“Definitely Miss Oaks, have a good semester.” He finished placing your 3 boxes and suitcase onto one of the many trolleys and sent me a smile.

“Thanks.” I gave him a little wave as he got back into the SUV and drove off. Turning to the big metal gates I took a deep breath to steady myself. Time for the start of the rest of my life.

Okay maybe I really should have asked Rob for help with these idiotic boxes. I’m a goddamn super hero. Why was I struggling so much with this? I was already regretting this as I walked past the Lamplighter School for Crimefighting, failing to push both the trolley and my suitcase. 

“You look like you need some saving from a gracious prince.” I heard an eerily familiar voice as I looked up from my tortuous task. Andre Anderson. An old friend whose friendship was sort of forced on us by our dads, who happened to have been in the same class at Godolkin.

“Andre! Fucking hell I’m so glad to see you, please help me. I’m dying here.” I said dramatically as I sunk down to the ground next to all my stuff.

“You know you should consider majoring in Performing Arts if you keep up with that.” Andre said with a smirk but he still started to help by pulling my large suitcase towards the freshman dorms.

“Haha. You know I’ll be joining you at Crimefighting, my powers will probably render any makeup artist dead.”

“Oh please become an actress I would love to see that.” I narrowed my eyes at him and lightly punched him in the arm as he took a sip of his latte.

“Hey!”

“You deserved that.”

“Ok maybe I deserved that. So Vic, what are your first impressions?”

“It’s huge for one thing.”

“That’s what she said.” I rolled my eyes at his immature sense of humor before stealing the latte out of his hand and taking a sip, only to scrunch my face.

“What the fuck do you put in this? It’s literally pure sugar.”

“Hangover cure.” He said with a shrug as he stole the latte back. “You should come hang tonight. I can introduce you to everyone.”

“Mmh sure. I think you mean getting me into trouble.”

“When have I ever done something like that before?” Andre asked as his eyes twinkled.

“Oh just about every time I hang out with you.” Stopping in front of the freshman dorm room Andre looked at me and tried to make his usual puppy eyes.

“Please.”

“Fuck fine. You need to stop doing that.”

“Why? It works every single time.”

“I’ll see you later then?”

“Definitely, enjoy being around the freshers.” Andre gave me a military salute making me roll my eyes as I started dragging all my stuff into the building.

Weaving my way through a shitton of supes was way harder than I expected, at least I had a jacket on or a few of them would be very dead right now. Finally and by finally I mean, FINALLY I found my room, I clutched the handle of the door and pushed in when I realized I definitely had the wrong room. Two girls were already all set up in the room and swiveled to look at me weirdly.

“Uh hi? Shit I’m sorry, I'm in the wrong room.”

“Wait! Are you Victoria Oaks?” asked the shorter blonde one.

“Uh yes?”

“Holy shit I follow you on Insta hi! I’m Emma and this is Marie.”

“Oh cool hi.”

“I can’t believe you’re on the same floor as us. Want to go check out the Golden Boy’s workout? We’re going to head down in a few.” Right, okay, I should make friends. So time to compromise.

“Uh sure? What exactly would we be doing?”

“Oh you’ll see.” Emma says with a mischievous smile.

“Righttt that sounds incredibly ominous but I’ll see you in a few. I’ve got to go put down all my stuff.”

“Ok see you!” I smile and retreat back into the busy hallway but not before catching Marie’s remark.

“Who is she exactly?”

“DO YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK?” Emma replied loudly, making me snort. Taking a deep breath I once again clutch the handle of the door across the hall and push it open to see a girl lying on the bed closest to the door. She smiles up at me and bounds over to the door in an instant.

“Hi! You must be Victoria. I’m Gemma, nice to meet you.” She says before extending her hand. I carefully move my gloved hand over to hers and shake it.

“Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.” I took a moment to scan her appearance, she was absolutely stunning. Her red hair trailed down her shoulders and her smile seemed to light up the very room. “You’re so beautiful wow.”

“Aww thank you so much! You are absolutely stunning as well, like this blonde totally suits the whole vibe you give off.”

“Is it a good vibe?”

“Oh definitely.”

“Ok whew I was worried for a second there.” We start laughing and Gemma helps me sort out all my stuff in the huge boxes.

“Actually with the talk about appearances would it be okay if I ever shift into you? I love being able to get to know people more through their faces and stuff but only if you’re cool with it.”

“Shifting? You mean like shape shifting.” I ask as I look over to her curiously, picking up yet another pair of gloves which I placed on one of the shelves in the closet.

“Yup!”

“Oh I wouldn’t mind at all, that's such a cool power!” Her entire face brightened as her hair slowly started to shift and match the shade of my bleached one.

“Brilliant! Thank you. So… what’s your power?”

“Oh umm here let me show you.” 

Carefully taking out one of my older plants out of the box I place it on the window sill and pull off my leather glove. Within just a few seconds of my fingertips placed on top of the delicate leaves the plant withered away and died. I could feel the zap of energy encase my being and I smiled. Life absorption feels incredible, it’s so encompassing. You quite literally feel full of life. For a second as I turned around I could see the blood and energy from Gemma’s cell move around her body but I shook off the stupor.

“Wow. Can you just do that with plants or?”

“Uh no people as well. Anything alive that touches my skin just dies.”

“So you can’t do human contact?”

“Nope, unless I want them dead.”

“What about sex?” I chuckled at her slightly incredulous tone.

“I think you need to reevaluate what you consider sex.”

“Oh okay wow” Gemma laughed and we continued to set up my plants on the windowsill and chatted about our favorite movies, surprisingly enough we had pretty different tastes but there were a few that we had in common - like our love for Clue. That was when we heard a knock on the door, Gemma looked at me with a clear question in her eyes.

“I met our dorm neighbors a few minutes ago and they invited me to go see Golden Boy train.”

“Ooo I’m so coming with you.” Gemma shifted her hair back to red and waltzed over to open the door as I finished placing my last plant pots.

“What’s the deal with his workout sessions anyway?” I ask as she pulls open the door to find Emma and Marie standing sort of awkwardly outside.

“Oh he’s like super hung, and when he blazes up his clothes all melt away.” Emma answers my question but when she catches sight of Gemma her jaw drops.

“Right, uh Marie and Emma meet my roommate Gemma.”

“Holy fuck you’re so hot.” Emma says, almost as if the words involuntarily jump out of her mouth.

“Why thank you, love, you are as well.” Gemma flashes her a dazzling smile.

“Alright then enough flirting. I have been promised to see some hot supes. Let’s go!” I exclaim as the little group makes their way towards the arena. Hanging back so I was walking next to Marie, we watched the two girls flirt.

“Oh that’s going to be very interesting. I don’t believe we’ve talked much yet, but I’m Vic. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Emma gave me a full on lecture on why I should know who you are but I kind of zoned out halfway through.” I let out a laugh at her admission and gently nudged my shoulder with hers.

“Oh don’t worry, it’s kind of nice having someone who has no idea who I am or who my dad is.”

“I’m glad, everything is so…”

“A lot, I know. My dad homeschooled me for the last few years of high school so being among this many people, especially supes can be overwhelming. If you ever need to chat or just need someone to hang out with, I'm your girl.” Marie gave me a grateful smile, “So what are your supe powers?”

“Blood manipulation.” My eyebrows shot up and I looked at her with astonishment.

“Holy fuck that’s awesome. I basically drain the life force of any living being.”

“Really?”

“Yup so don’t touch my skin unless you’re covered up.” I throw up jazz hands to showcase my gloved hands which elicits a short laugh out of Marie.

“Got it. You’re really nice by the way. Everyone here seems so like aggressively in your face.”

“Yeah I know. I’ve had to live around supes my whole life, it really isn’t at all like Vought or the movies say.”

We finally arrive at the arena and I take a seat next to her, Emma is sitting next to Marie and Gemma is still trying and succeeding at flirting with the blonde. Leaning over the railing I peer out into the main arena and spy Andre making his rounds with the group.

“Yo Andre.” I scream out into the stadium making him turn around, trying to find me in the crowd. The people seated around us had now turned to look at me as I smiled down at him. He smiled back and tilted his head towards where Golden Boy and some other dude were gearing up to fight, inviting me to come down.

“You sure?”

“Yeah get down here.” I turn towards my new group of friends and say: “You guys okay if I go down?”

“Since when do you know Andre Anderson? You know what don’t answer that question go, go, go. Tell us everything when you get back.” Gemma and Emma urged me out of my seat as Marie kind of sat there awkwardly but with an encouraging smile on her face.

I carefully picked my way down the stands and vaulted over the fence to get over to the sidelines of the fight. I poke at Andre’s shoulder as I fall in next to him as I watch the fight playing out. Golden Boy was obviously winning and wow Luke Riordan really had some moves.

“Oh hey Vic. It’s earlier than I expected to see you.”

“Well I did want to honor you with my presence more than once today.” I sent him a sarcastic smile which made him respond by pushing my shoulder.

“Wow Andre I can’t believe you have more friends than us, I feel betrayed.” I turned to the source of the voice and there stood a beautiful blonde, who had a big smile on her face. Little butterflies exploded in my stomach - how was everyone so damn attractive?

“Cate, darling, I hate to break this to you like this but I have a lot more friends than just you guys.”

“Oh how will I live knowing this information?” Cate said with a dramatic gasp and pretended to faint into Andre’s arms. He just pushed her up and they stuck out their tongues at each other.

“You guys are going to be perfect for each other. Cate Dunlap meet Victoria Oaks.”

“Hi! Nice to meet you.” I say as I extend a gloved hand only to be met with a similarly gloved hand, only that it was covered in brown leather instead of white.

“Oh my god, your gloves! I love these designs, you have got to tell me where you get yours. My collection needs adding to.” She says excitedly as she quickly shakes my hand and turns it over to inspect the handiwork. We continue to nerd out about gloves as the fight finishes and Andre throws Golden Boy some clothes, before they head over to us.

“Hi sweetheart you did great out there,” Cate throws her arms around him and they make out for a few seconds as I kind stand there awkwardly with Andre.

“Do they usually do this?”

“Yes. There is so much PDA I’m surprised they haven’t had sex in front of us yet.” Andre’s voice was raised in volume a little at the end which caught the attention of the couple.

“Oh right, Luke meet my new best friend, this is Vic.” Cate said as fixed her now slightly messed up lipstick.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you Vic. Andre has told us a lot about you.” 

I cringed but shook my head trying to forget about the many instances the idiot had nearly gotten us arrested and the one time he did.

“Yeah well, I hope it’s all nice things because any time I do spend with this guy somehow ends with us breaking a law.”

“Oh we can relate. I remember this one time…” We started making our way out of the arena as Luke started to recount one of the insane adventures that Andre managed to string them into. It felt nice to actually be part of a group again and it was easy. Way easier that I thought it would be.

After a few hours of touring the grounds and eating at Vought-a-Burger, I finally trudged back to my dorm absolutely exhausted. Not that it wasn’t great getting to know Cate, Andre and Luke but the whole day had absolutely drained me.

When I finally opened the door to my room I was surprised to find Emma sitting on top of Gemma’s bed reading some random fashion magazine.

“Uh Emma?” 

The girl basically jumped out of her position on the bed and whirled to face me. Suddenly her entire body shifted and there stood Gemma, looking rather embarrassed with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Look, I asked her if I could change into her body! This wasn’t without consent and she’s just so stunning and it’s the-”

“Hey hey, Gem. Chill, I get it, you have a crush on our neighbor.” I smiled a little teasingly as I tried to reassure her. Thankfully Gemma’s panicked look faded and was replaced with a grateful smile.

“Sorry.”

“It’s all good, you guys would look great together.”

“Do you think that Emma might actually like me?”

“Oh Gem, I think anyone would be lucky to have you. From the few hours that I’ve known you, you're genuinely one of the sweetest people out there. And that’s saying something cause you’re also a supe.” I gave her a small smile before opening up my arms to signal for her to hug me. She flew into my grasp and I was careful not to let my exposed face anywhere near her.

“Thanks I needed this.”

“Hey I’m here anytime, just don't touch any skin.” I sent her a teasing smile when she finally pulled away. “How about we have a chill night in? There’s this new show I’ve been meaning to start.”

“Great! We can have our first girl’s night.”

“Fuck yeah! I’ll just get changed into my pajamas and grab some of my snacks from the stash.”

After spending the night doing absolutely nothing except watching Yellowjackets and raiding snacks from the vending machine after my relatively large stash ran out, Gemma and I woke up sugar hungover. Somehow we managed to make it down to the cafe and bought some coffee, which was thankfully enough to wake us up.

“So you heading over to Performing Arts?” I finally asked Gemma after the caffeine started to kick in.

“Yeah, Marie and Emma said they were going to meet me there as well so…”

“Can you believe we’re actually doing this?” I ask as we slowly walk out onto the common, I readjust my favorite pair of black gloves, knowing that if we were doing any sort of combat sessions at Crimefighting I would probably end up damaging my mom’s ones.

“Nope, it’s still surreal that I actually got accepted.”

“What are you talking about? You literally have some of the most interesting and versatile powers.”

“Yeah but I’m on scholarship, if that somehow falls through…” I smiled at her reassuringly as we stopped at the fork in the walk.

“Look you’re super fucking smart and you have more control over your power than most of the supes I know. Gem, you’re going to be great and never let anyone tell you otherwise.” Gemma smiled at me after she thanked me and we both went our separate ways - time to see what orientation was going to be like.

I navigated through the slew of students making their way through the halls of the Lamplighter School for Crimefighting when I suddenly bumped into someone. Thank whatever entity out there that I had just thrown out the remainder of my iced coffee.

“Shit sorry- Oh.” I caught the eye of the person I had bumped into as I helped them gather the assortment of books, all Brink’s for the looks of it.

“Right yeah, it’s fine just be more careful next time.” The person just kind of ran off after I helped them with the books. Strange and kind of rude but also so very attractive. I smiled at myself, if bumping into people meant getting to meet more enticing supes then this year was going to be incredible.

“Hey! Hey! Victoria. Vic. Vicky.” I finally stopped and turned to look at Andre who had been relentlessly pursuing me for the past few minutes. Orientation went well and I got to meet some of the other supes - mostly it was just for selfies but still.

“You know I hate when people call me that.”

“Well it was a last resort, you weren’t stopping.”

“You don’t think there may have been a reason behind that? Maybe my dad is dying and this is the last chance I get to hear his voice.” I remarked in an overly bored tone, I could already tell from Andre’s whole face that he was about to invite me to do something illegal… again.

“I know for a fact that isn’t real since it hasn’t been on any gossip sites-”

“Wait since when do you frequent gossip sites?” I ask incredulously as he somehow starts to lead me towards the opposite direction I was going in the first place.

“Not the point. You’re coming out with us tonight.”

“Do I get a say in the matter or?”

“Nope, go get changed into something hot and meet me in front of Lamplighter in half an hour.”

“Excuse you, but I always look hot. Thank you very much.” I say scoffing but we both know I’m silently agreeing with his plans - like always.

“Oh I know darling. Now hurry up.” He pushed me softly (as softly as a supe could push someone) and I made my way to my dorm.

“Hey Gem. Good day?” I said as I threw my bag on the bed and started to look through my outfits, I needed something that would cover all exposed skin - I really didn’t need another incidental death on my roster.

“Yup! We really should plan out more ways to- wait what are you looking for?”

“Andre invited me out with his friends you’re welcome to come if you want.”

“Nope it’s okay. I’ve got some auditions I need to tape.” She said with a smile.

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m not really in the mood for partying tonight, orientation was a lot.”

“Tell me about it. You can use my bedroom if you need any extra space by the way.” I shouted out from behind the wall as I laid out the different materials that made up my outfits - it was a mismatch of blacks, whites and reds. Cute.

“Thank you! Holy shit you look fucking incredible.” Gemma remarked as I walked back into her bedroom now wearing my going out outfit.

“Why thank you. I haven’t been out clubbing for a while so I thought it would be best to go big.”

“Always the best choice. Make sure you don’t get too smashed okay?”

“I will try. Byeee.” Her laughter echoes into the hallway and the door shuts behind me. I flash the security guard a smile before leaving the freshman dorm building and making my way to the Crimefighting school. 

“Oh god please don’t tell me Andre has dragged you into one of his schemes.” I say when I catch sight of Marie standing next to Cate, Luke, Andre and someone I had a vague inkling that I’ve met before.

“Vic! You came!” Cate smiled and pulled me into a little hug when I was close enough to the group.

“Hi guys.” I said with a smile before turning to the stranger of the group. “I don’t believe we’ve met yet, I’m Victoria.”

“We have actually, I’m Jordan. You bumped into me this morning.” A giddy smile slowly spread out over my face.

“Oh right, you were the hot and mysterious person I nearly killed this morning. Pleasure to meet you.” A dusting of blush appeared on their face and we held eye contact which was annoyingly broken by Andre’s screech of:

“You nearly killed someone AGAIN?”

“Ok dude chill it really wasn’t that bad.” I roll my eyes at his antics and thankfully the exchange gets interrupted by Luke.

“Come on, we don't want to be late.” Luke said after removing his arms from around Cate and heading over to the driver’s seat. Andre makes a whole thing of opening up the passenger seat for Kate and I get into the back seat with Jordan sliding in next to me. 

The entire car ride was spent awkwardly avoiding whatever feud Jordan and Marie had going one and trying to get everyone better. Cate and I talked more about our glove choices, mine were black with a red heart detail and hers were stunningly sculpted brown ones. The playlist was (thankfully) controlled by Jordan, which ended up with music that could have been stolen from my own playlist.

When we finally got to our first destination, my jaw dropped - I had only been to Seven tower a handful of times. Mostly to deal with lawsuits from accidental deaths, there were surprisingly few of them for the amount of death that seemed to follow me everywhere. Luke and Cate managed to get us up on the roof, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Homelander could literally hear us up here. Better not to think about that.

So I took a hit of coke after Andre passed me his little vial - drugs were a way to kind of quell the murderous impulses my power demanded plus they were fun to do when around friends. Doing coke alone does not have the same effect - trust me.

“Hell yes! I forgot you did this stuff.” Andre said as I spied Luke wandering off to talk to Marie.

“Eh sometimes. I usually stick to weed or shrooms. The harder stuff messes with this whole thing when I’m hungover.” I said as I raised my hands to try and illustrate my point, wow okay this was strong stuff. I could quite literally already feel the haze starting to form around my brain.

“What exactly is your power anyway?” Jordan asked as we continued to do some more bumps.

“Oh well basically everything I touch dies.”

“So your skin is poisonous?”

“No, I absorb energy or rather life force. Here.” I wander over to one of the randomly placed potted plants and take off my glove, only to place my fingers on the red petals. The plant started to shrivel up and die about a second later.

“Awesome.” We were both clearly starting to feel the effects of the coke. We started to laugh as we made our way back to the main group.

The next stop on our little unsanctioned outing was some fancy club that Andre had been raving about the entire drive over there from the tower. I lean against one of the golden walls as I watch Cate do her thing.

“We don’t have one but you don’t give a fuck. Right?”

“I do not give a fuck.” The doorman leads us straight into the club and I smile widely at Cate.

“You are such a fucking badass.”

“I know.” 

After getting some much needed drinks I lean back against the red seats and stretch out my arms. This many people were making me antsy and drugs and alcohol can only settle so much of my power.

“So yeah, basically this fucking idiot decided we should have a lightsaber duel in the middle of Grand Central and someone must have called the cops cause they randomly pulled up and we were arrested for ‘disrupting the peace’.” 

The entire group burst out laughing and one of the many stories I had from when Andre and I would hang out as teens - we sort of drifted ever since he got to GodU but it felt just like old times.

“Alright, alright, enough embarrassing stories about our arrests. You guys in?” Andre asks as he holds up a bag of Molly and Jordan snatches it from his hold.

“Is that cocaine?”

“Nah we finished all the coke. It’s Molly. Vic?”

“Ooo yes please.” Jordan smiles charmingly and passes the little bag over to me. 

“Hey I don’t really fuck with powder. But I do microdose shrooms.” Luke says with an almost triumphant tone as he also pulls out another bag.

“Hey where do you get yours from? I need a good dealer now that I’ve moved from LA.” I ask Luke before passing the bag containing Molly back to Andre.

“I’ll send you my guy’s number.”

“Thanks man.”

“So, what do you say, freshman?”

“Uh-”

“Hey Marie, you don’t have to - we are not trying to peer pressure you but… it’ll be funnn.” I smile widely and wiggle my eyebrows making her laugh, Cate also joins in on my teasing and she relents.

“Yes, let's go Marie.”

“Whooo. Come on, let's dance.” 

That’s when I suddenly feel a little part of me sober up, fuck. It was a bad memory - the last time I danced was homecoming. A really sweet guy had asked me out and of course I had said yes. It was one accidental touch of my cheek against his and a few seconds later he laid dead in the middle of the dance floor. I ended up changing to homeschool after that whole incident, there had been issues across the years but overall this was one of the worst.

“Vic?” I shake out of my stupor as I look up at Cate extending her hand in invitation.

“Nah I don’t dance.” She must have seen something in my eyes cause she smiled softly and retracted her hand.

“Ok, just know you’re missing out on a great time.” She pulled Marie off towards the dance floor and I took a sip of the whiskey I had ordered.

“Any reason you’re not dancing out there? I remember all those clubs we sneaked into and you fucking killed it everytime.” Andre asked as he leaned back against the cushions.

“Andre, darling, that’s not proper club conversation. I’m going to go get another drink, you guys want anything?”

“I’ll come with you.” Jordan exclaimed as they sprang up from his seat and started following me towards the bar. I could quite literally feel the smirk that Andre and Luke had on their faces. Suddenly I heard a small pop next to me and I turned to see that Justin had shifted.

“You want anything specific?” I asked with a slight tilt of my head. 

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“Wise choice.” I winked at them and leaned over to wave to the bartender. He, obviously trying to flirt, ended up giving us a bunch of free vodka shots and 2 whiskies, the top shelf stuff.

“So how are you liking GodU so far?”

“It’s greatish. There’s so many bloody supes.” Jordan just raised their eyebrows at me as she helped me carry over the drinks.

“Oh I definitely know what you’re talking about. Have you met Rufus yet?”

“No?” I look at them in question and she looks at me with relief.

“Pray that you don’t.” We dissolved into laughter for a second time that night and finally set our drinks down at the booth.

“Well don’t you two look cozy.” Luke remarked.

“You changed? Why?”

“Cause I fucking felt like it. And more free drinks.”

“Here here.” Luke agreed as we each held up a vodka shot.

“To the Seven.”

“No way.” I look at Luke in minor awe, he actually got a place in the motherfucking Seven.

“I literally just told you.”

“Yeah well you do know that I’m an open book, plus you have to invite me to the tower sometime. I crush so hard on A-train… imagine that man in bed.”

“And that is exactly why he won’t be inviting you.” I added after taking my shot. 

“It’s the least surprising surprise ever but congrats. You deserve it. When are you leaving?”

“More like when do you get to be number one?”

“Please, the trustees think I’m too confusing. I’ll never get number one.”

“They put you in the orientation video.”

“Yeah so they can suck their own dicks about how progressive they are.”

I listen to each of them debating the merits and the downsides (mostly Andre) of getting ranked number one when I start to feel it. Goddammit. Every life force around me seemed to pulse. I could see literal life running through each person’s veins and the conversation started to grow further and further away. 

Quickly fishing in the pocket of my jacket I pulled out a few tablets of the experimental drug Vought was testing out on well… just me. I place one of the cylindrical neon green pills on my tongue and wash it back with another shot of vodka. A few seconds later everything went back to normal and I watched Luke and Andre have a whole bro moment. It was actually quite touching.

“By the way I forgot to mention but you’ve looked so fucking hot tonight.” Jordan turned to look at me with a slight smirk on their face.

“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet.” She winked and I felt a blush start to color my cheeks. Okay game on baby.

We all end up dispersing after a while and I start walking around all the warm bodies, being extra careful to avoid my face touching anyone’s exposed skin. That was extra hard when you’re in a club so I decided to just take a step out onto the balcony. Spying through the doors, I took in breaths of sobering air and watched as Jordan easily flirted with a group of girls.

Fuck Vought and fuck my dad for this stupid power. I turned towards the ivy growing over the balcony railing and without a second thought I ripped off my gloves and pressed my palms to the stems. 

Life thrummed through my veins, I sucked it in deeper and deeper until I finally reached the roots of the ivy. I felt them start to rot away and die as my power crept into every crevice and cell. Stealing away vitality. Suddenly I was wrenched away from my ivy killing by high pitched screaming. I leave for a single second…

Quickly pulling on my gloves I looked into the chaos that was created over a woman’s body whose throat was punctured by a tiny metal hummingbird. Andre you fucking idiot.

Calculating how to get out of the club without actually having to go through the chaos I saw a few window sills that would easily get me close enough to the fire escape on the next building. 

Using my supe strength I jumped between each sill until I was near the fire escape. Taking a few deep breaths in and out I jumped and let gravity take over. It was a few seconds of bliss before my entire body slammed against the hard metal railing with a resounding bang. Goddamit sometimes I wish that I got pain tolerance when I was injected with V.

The next few steps down were easy and I was able to get to street level and disappear into the night without getting noticed. My phone dinged as I started putting on my headphones and I looked down to find that I had been added to a group chat:

(possibly Cate Dunlap): vic you good?

you sort of disappeared

we’re on our way back to GodU.

Me: yup all good

god Andre u need to be more careful.

A.A.: u don’t think I know that

u need us to pick u up?

Me: that would be appreciated

*you have now enabled geotracker with the group*

(possibly Jordan Li): see you in a bit!

Waking up after a night out was a bitch. Carefully maneuvering out of bed without activating my headache too much was even more of a challenge.

“You good there?” I heard a shout loud enough to rattle my very soul reverberating through the room.

“Fuck Gemma a little quieter please.” Her laugh twinkled in the air but even it's usually nice sound zapped my brain.

“I thought supes didn’t get hangovers.”

“Yeah they don’t- it was all the people.” And the experimental Vought pill I felt like saying.

“Oh shit yeah sorry.”

“Right, I'm going to have a shower.” Gingerly grabbing my shower essentials I picked my way through the already busy hall. Communal showers sucked.

Thankfully, 3 coffees later I finally started to feel a little more like myself. Andre had made me promise last night that I would have to help him with some power drink promotion. So off to commons I went, the sun seemed to burn my eyelids so a pair of slim blue lenses adorned my face. The shade perfectly matched my gloves.

What I didn’t expect to find outside the school of crimefighting was Luke. Completely flamed out and Andre stepped closer and closer to him. My eyes widened and I started running - the blue gloves were torn off and I nearly collided with Marie when Luke (thank the universe) stopped flaming out.

“What… Marie, what is going on?”

“I- I found him murdering Brink.” If my eyes widened any further I was pretty sure my eyeballs would quite literally jump out of my head.

“WHAT?” I turned towards Luke again to find that he had started walking away from Andre, muttering apologies under his breath. I could identify that crazed look in his eyes. He knew he was cornered and he didn’t want to run anymore.

Luke started flaming out and suddenly flew up into the sky… only to make himself completely explode. Blood, guts, muscle, bones and brains started raining down.

The ‘materials’ that managed to touch my uncovered face and hands thrummed with power. That was strange. It was as if they were still alive somehow. The cells oozed energy.

My power started to immediately absorb whatever life-force the cells had remaining and then I felt a foreign kind of ache. It felt like a cold burn spreading all over my hands and my face, bringing my palm up to my face. I was surprised to see a tiny flame start to sputter on.

What the actual fuck?

did you know that human cells can stay alive for hours and sometimes even days after you die? so yes the ending makes sense - I did research. also Vic has never "absorbed" another supe before - her mom was human.... so we shall see how that affects her hehe.

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[mysticficti0n]

goodbye... for awhile

∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　

warnings- swearing, fluffy, emotional, 16years old

words- 1.8k

a/n-I had this idea last night while watching something on insta so here's my go at it! just pretend thats you and Tom 🫡 and for when they preform in class for the lesson I know 'all I wanted' is a song by Paramore (love them sm) but lets say for the sake of this Y/n, Bill and Tom created it okay?

(editing B here may I say I cried while writing this... and editing this so if you ever need to cry, this has you covered)

I woke up and my mood dropped immediately, it was Friday which most people would be excited obviously- the weekend was on it's way, but the thought of today created a pit in my stomach, my last day with the Kaulitz twins, they were my best friends since we began at the school, Bill and I would meet up after lessons everyday and walk home together sometimes even staying at his for dinner, then Tom began hanging with us and 5 years later we've been all best friends and me and Tom started dating we were 14 and now we're 16 and only me, him, our parents, Bill and his other bandmates know about us- but after today....what was us going to become.

I got ready wearing some jeans, a top which tucked neatly to my sides and some shoes I got for my birthday, I decided to go simple with make up, I already was crying so I didn't need mascara dripping down my cheeks. I looked to the mirror and smiled taking a breath "honey?" my moms voice appeared around the corner and then her face with a small smile "oh sweetheart" she cooed walking in a wrapping her arms around me rubbing my back "I know you're gonna miss them, but I promise you'll see them when they're back- it's okay" I sighed to her shoulder letting my tears go down my face before we pulled away

"I'm just scared to be on my own mom and I'll miss them both so much and... I don't want them to leave but I know they have to" I breathed shakily trying to stop the cries before my mom spoke the bell rang making my heart sink instantly

"we'll talk after okay, lets go to them" I nodded grabbing my bag and walking down the stairs as she opened the door "oh boys" she sighed pulling the two for a hug "I'm so proud of you both but gosh we're going to miss you sweets, but you'll be amazing" she spoke pressing a kiss to both their cheeks, letting them out her arms and I finally looked to their faces which looked sadder and I just looked down and covered my face "talk to her boys" my mom said patting their shoulders and soon I felt hands wrap around me

"I'm gonna miss you two so much" I managed to say between my sobs "but I'm so excited for you, I just don't know what I'm gonna do without you guys" we all pulled away and I saw tears slipping from the brown eyed twins "I'm sorry" a small laughed left my lips

"making us cry Y/n" Bill grinned wiping his eyes "I just... I wish we could bring you along with us" he said while looking to Tom who was looking to me, I turned to him and saw tears streaming down his skin

"oh Tom-" I stood taking him into my arms letting his face go to the crook of my neck "its okay- you're okay"

"I-i'm gonna miss you so much" he whimpered to me his hands clinging to me "I don't wanna leave you Y/n" he whispered

"I know" I breathed pressing a kiss to his cheek "I'm going to watch all your interviews though, and anything I find of your band and I'll try come to a few shows I promise" Bill came over and hugged me along with his brother and my arms curled around the two as we all really excepted it was happening

"darlings- lets get a last photo together, for memories" my mom's smooth voice broke us apart and I stood between the two still crying with a painful hiccup every few seconds but smiling non the less "okay 1...2...3" the camera flashed a few times before she started to well up "beautiful, you... you three need to go to school no...now" her voice broke "Y/n I'll see you after and... oh boys" she sighed as the two came to her arms again "love you two so much"

"love you Y/M/N" they answered coming away and taking a breath "ready?" Tom looked to me giving his hand which I took and I said goodbye to my mom and walked out the house for the last time with them.

∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　

1-3rd period flew by and three o'clock was near approaching, our last class together was music which is were we all first met, Tom was already sat at the table when me and Bill walked in from our last lesson and we pulled out chairs out from the desk "last hour" Bill spoke looking to his brother who nodded "I think we get to finish our pieces today- I need the paper" Bill rose and went to the teachers desk leaving me and Tom

"you okay?" I spoke shuffling my chair closer to him and he just shook his head "same, b..but we need to just enjoy this okay- I love you so much" I whispered hitting his leg with my foot

"love you too" a smile appeared to his lips as he playfully kicked me back laughing as I missed my shot "idiot" he spat seeing me huff in annoyance

"got the papers!" Bill cheered coming back and placing the sheet music in front of us, our song 'all I wanted', I was singing along with Bill who was playing the piano and Tom was doing acoustic guitar for the background "okay so we need to practise the end bit and Y/n you can do the 'you' bit okay the really long one" I nodded listening to him speak over what we both had to do, through his speech I felt Toms hand search under the table for mine so quickly when I realised I grabbed his palm and held it under the table giving him the 3 squeeze 'I...Love...you'

Time flew by and it got to our time to perform, we stood in from of our class and teacher who was smiling "before we begin, this is Tom and Bills last day with us before they leave to go on tour! congratulations boys so this people is like a free concert, along with Y/n of course" hearing another person say it was their last day hit my heart in a way I didn't know it could be hit and my eyes teared up "ready?" we all nodded and started our song , throughout the song I could feel a pair of eyes on my side, Tom who sat with a proud smile as I actually hit the note with a tear falling from my eye and then hearing gasps from the class

"all I wanted was you!" we ended and the crowd before us applauded, our teacher clapping too, we all hugged before going to our seats, me and Bill highfived as we sat down and I quickly rubbed the tears from my eyes Tom through me a wink and then the bell sounded meaning time for last lesson where I'm with neither of the boys "I'll see you outside" I turned to the two who nodded and Bill was pulled into a conversation with our teacher and Tom turned to me

"we'll be picked up by this bus thing and Georg and Gustav will be in there so if you wanna say goodbye to them too you can" he smiled wrapping his one arm over my shoulders

"great more crying" I giggled leaning to his arm "I don't want you to go Tom" my voice was calm but inside I was falling apart already

"I don't wanna either... mhh- want me and Bill to walk you to your lesson for the last time? like the old times" he spoke changing the subject before we both started to cry again

"yeah...yes please"

∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　

"have a good weekend everyone!" my teacher announced meaning it was our time to leave, I hurriedly grabbed my things and rushed out the room and sprinted down the corridor to the outside where I could see a mass of people and camera's pointed to two people and a tall man, fuck

"move! please move!" I shouted shoving the crowd as I realised it was Tom and Bill being escorted to the bus that was taking them away "BILL! WAIT BILL PLEASE WAIT" I screamed before finally getting out of the sea of bodies seeing him turn around to me and I rushed into his arms "I'm gonna miss you Bill- fuck I don't want you to leave me here, but do us all proud okay?"

I felt another pair of hands try to pry me away "excuse me ma'am" it was their bodyguard which Bill quickly brushed away before bringing me close again

"we will call- every day, I'll miss you so much- do us proud here too! you'll be amazing okay? come to our shows to see us, scream us I'll know its you okay?" I nodded as tears fell down our cheeks "bye Y/n/n" I sobbed hearing him say it

"bye Billy" I spoke before he let go and I saw Tom rush toward me and I just jumped to his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and crying into his skin "I love you so much Tom- I love you so so much, you'll do amazing out there, and call me okay- please call me my love and...and don't forget about me " I cried to him and I felt his chest stutter

"I will baby I promise I'll call every night, I'm so sorry we need to go, I love you so much my sweet girl, I promise I will visit when I can and I'm telling you now I wont forget you- how could I?" we pulled apart but still in each others arms "I love you so fucking much baby- so much"

"I love you Tom" we forgot about the crowd and our lips pressed together, it was a kiss I never wanted to leave because I knew leaving it meant I had to let go of him, my boy- I could taste our tears mixing on our lips as we breathed unsteadily before the horn of the car honked "you'll be so good out there... I love you Tom- I love you so much"

"fuck I love you so much Y/n"

we hugged once more before he climbed into the van, I quickly waved to Georg and Gustav who sat patting Tom's back as I watched him sob into his hands, Bill held a heart up as the engine purred awake "DO YOURSELF AND US PROUD AND I PROMISE I'LL COME SEE YOU GUYS- LOVE YOU SO MUCH" I yelled as the began to drive, Tom blew me a kiss before they began to speed up down the road and then they were gone and I just the tears slide down my face until mom showed up coming out the car and wrapping me in a hug "they're gone- they're gone mom" I welped

"I know darling- I know" she held me so tight and brushed the tears from my face "you'll see them again- all of them, and they'll make us all so happy- trust me"

#tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz #00s #georg listing #tokio hotel #gustav schäfer #germany #bill kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz x reader #humanoid #2000s #2000s music #romance #young love #saying goodbye

[scariusaquarius]

Hey Lyn, I have another DBF! Leon request. What if reader had to go to a function for work or college or something and she went w/ a boy friend, but Leon gets super jealous and possessiv. Like a “do you want to replace me” or a “I’m sure you’re sorry sweetheart but you need to be punished”? Thank youuuu ❤️❤️❤️

yes ofc one dbf! leon coming up <3 I had damnation! leon in mind <3

It was Alumni Night at your college, and everyone that had attended the school within the last five years (or more, if the graduates cared enough) was expected to make an appearance. Being an important member of the student body for the latest school year, your attendance was highly expected.

The clock across the wall was reading 6:39pm; not long until 7pm. You were going to be late.

Your phone was blowing up, text messages and calls alike, but all of the notifications went ignored as his tongue delved deep and roughly into your wet cunt. Your dress was bunched at your waist, held up by a shaky hand as the other kept a firm hold of his hair, and you cried out as he suckled on your clit, pumping a finger in and out of you.

"Leon!"

Leon glared up at you, brows slightly furrowed, but a slight turn of his lips betrayed his angry expression.

He was enjoying himself. He was enjoying torturing you and forcing you to cum over and over on his tongue while knowing that this function was incredibly important and that you were going to be incredibly late. He was enjoying making the skin of your pussy red, raw, and puffy from his facial hair as your juices covered and dripped all over his jaw.

But that's what you get for trying to go with that boy.

That boy who was too arrogant, that boy that couldn't seem to pay as special attention to you, that boy with the dumbass haircut, that boy that you were laughing so carelessly with while introducing him to your father right in front of him.

There was a part of Leon that truly wondered why he was so possessive and protective over you. You weren't truly his, even if it was his cock and tongue that you fell apart on every time you needed release. If Leon wanted you all to himself openly, god only knows what Chris Redfield would do to him.

Boil him, mash him, stick him in a zombie stew?

Something like that, most likely.

"You're all mine, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You were whimpering, hot fat tears streaming down your cheeks and smearing your pretty eyeliner, and Leon almost felt bad about ruining your nice look that you had created for the function.

Almost.

"Y-Yes! Yes, I'm all yours!"

Leon licked his lips, his cock throbbing as he tasted your pretty cunt on his tongue, and Leon gripped your hips hard, making you wince. He was sure to leave bruises, but that's exactly what your dad's best friend wanted to do.

"If you're all mine, then why did you bother accepting that boy's invitation? Does my cock mean nothing to you?"

Do I mean nothing to you?

Your bottom lip quivered as you spoke, clutching his hair as he lazily pumped his fingers in and out of you.

"I...I couldn't....I couldn't invite you...and...and I didn't want to go alone."

Leon's fingers slowed just the slightest, his pretty eyes staring up at you with acute interest as if he was gauging your honesty. Truly, he was trying to figure out what to say.

The Redfield's were always so skilled with words.

Leon hummed before standing up, towering over your quivering form against the wall, and Leon's fingers resumed their pumping, your lips parting shakily as Leon kissed your temple.

"Sweet little girl. You almost made me blush."

His lips came to your neck, kissing and nipping, a soft mewl leaving you as Leon whispered to you hotly.

"Why don't we have a function of our own instead? You get that pretty cunt on the bed, and maybe I'll make this cock dance for you."

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s. kennedy

[medusas-musings]

A Sticky Note (Tangerine x GN!Reader)

Summary: After a year and a half of Tangerine disappearing from your life, he invites you out for dinner. Angsty overtones with a tiny hint of NSFW at the end.

(A/N: This is my first Tangerine fanfiction ever, which is special to me because he’s what inspired me after my 5 year writing hiatus.) Shoutout to our collective pookie bear 🍊🧡

Downing the rest of my first glass of wine, I opened my phone again. It was about 5 minutes since Tangerine said to meet him at our old favorite restaurant: a chain Mexican restaurant around town that had cheap booze and the best street tacos around. It was obviously crowded (as any other place to eat on a friday night would be) but that’s what he’d always preferred. Any way he could blend in with a crowd and not draw attention to himself he took it. Hell, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was already here, spying on me. 

A figure approaches the table and I already knew from the pure energy of sarcasm and intimidation it created that it was him. “‘Hey Darlin, love the hair.” He said smoothly, motioning to my hair and sitting across from me. He picked up the menu nonchalantly and I could already feel my blood rising just how it used to with him around.

“You leave me a note to dump me, ghost me for a whole year and a half, and all you can say is…love the hair?” I question him, a  storm in my eyes and lightning striking in my voice. Tangerine remained unphased as he put his menu down, glancing at me as if I was the asshole.

“Love the way you looked when you practically chugged that wine?” he tries again, this time with a mocking smile on his face. God did he know every single button to push tonight, it’s as if he had never left me in the first place. While I usually wouldn’t enjoy some asshole saying this to me, there was something about Tange that made anything to say to me sound so much more slicker and polite from his lips. “I’m sorry, Love, you know I could never handle this sorta thing.” A smile forms on his face, but I can’t make it out if it was out of narcissism over his own charm or if he truly was in hell, finally having to confront the mess he made out of me.

“Why are you here anyway? Last time I checked you moved God knows where and wiped off the planet. Do you know how much I cried about you?” I bit my tongue to stop myself from causing a scene. I couldn’t help but feel old scars opening. I took in a deep breath to stop my eyes from watering; I’ve already confessed how much control he had over me, I can’t let him think he still has any. 

“Love, I’m sorry. But with a job like mine, it was always a possibility that I would have to vanish on ya.”

“I knew you would maybe have to eventually leave me because of all that, but Jesus, a sticky note? That’s fucked.” I hiss as I lean forward, trying to keep the argument between us. It felt painful to scold him here, it’s where we always went after we resolved a fight. There would be so much lust in his eyes from across the table back then. As I look at him, there’s more of a coldness to them towards me, but there’s moments where it slips and I can see that same look again. “You didn’t answer my question.” I add because I know he won’t say anything about it.

“I was in town, thought I’d take a visit down memory lane.” He says in a casual manner, as if we were simply classmates in college that shared notes and not someone who kept a toothbrush and fresh underwear at my apartment. The morning he left, even those weren’t there anymore. I had nothing in my life to tangibly show someone that Tangerine was my boyfriend at some point. 

I get up from the table and start digging cash out of my wallet. “If you’re gonna act like this I don’t want to see you.” Before I could put the five dollar bill onto the table, he grabbed my wrist with just enough force for me to not break away.

“Look, I’m sorry, Doll, I’m fucking flounderin’ here. I’ve been thinking forever on what I’d say to you, but I always drew a blank. Can you give me a break, for once?” I look into his eyes, an unfamiliar note of sincerity in them. It was so out of character that it caused me to stay and let him try again. “It was a shit thing to do, Love. I should’ve told you in person, I handled the situation like a boy and not a man.”

I raised an eyebrow and a small smile started to make its way onto my lips. “There’s no way you just thought of that little speech.”

Tangerine smiles at me, letting out a sn exhale of humor. “That's about all I had.” He says, using his hand to smooth out his mustache, something I knew was a rare tell of him being nervous. “How have you been?” He asks, his accent sounding like a song that used to be stuck in my head.

“It’s nothing new, Diesel’s doing good. She misses you.” I say before opening a picture of the gray cat Tangerine and I picked out together. Lemon had convinced me to name her Diesel because “she looks like one” and he ended up convincing me (after all, she is a bit of an asshole) Tangerine purses his lips as he hears the name of the cat who used to cuddle into his lap as he read. I was surprised he didn’t take her with him.

“I miss you…” He says as he looks into my eyes with a warm smile. Ironically it was at the same time my frozen strawberry margarita arrived at the table, the news making me immediately take a sip from the drink.

“Are…are you fucking with me?” I ask, even though I’ve made my mind up about his answer. “What are you? Is this like a thing you do?” I cross my arms and raise my shoulders in a defensive position. His stance was a lot less confident and he hurriedly sat up going into damage mode.

“Hey Hey, I’m sorry. I really am. The biggest thing I regret is that stupid fucking sticky note.” His tone gets more aggressive as he curses his actions. “But…I couldn’t face seeing you sad. And I couldn't face me getting sad.” There’s a pause, he resonates in the confession, as if it might be the first time he confessed it to himself. “I really really fucking liked you, doll. I never wanted to break your heart, honest.” 

I can’t help but just stare at him. The usual smoothing of  the mustache fidget is now paired with a bouncing leg. To an untrained eye, this might look like a man who is just waiting for his food, but to someone who knows Tangerine, this was his equivalent to a nervous breakdown. 

“…so did you decide what you’re getting?” I ask him, picking up the menu again and glancing over to him. His face is puzzled but I shoot him a look, one that signifies I’m allowing him to have a normal dinner with me. It was a lot for him to admit any sort of weakness so I figured I might as reward it.

“Well for now I just want some fuckin booze, it’s been so long since I had the shittiest vodka ever, I miss it.” He smiles at me and I laugh at his quip. It was probably a mistake to not grill him for longer. I could’ve made him beg at my feet or give me his wallet at that point if I wanted to. But the more I look at his flawless features, the more his charm works on me, as if it’s some intoxicating aura that takes all your strength to resist. 

It’s probably a shit idea, but I think I’ll let him explain it after dinner. I curse myself knowing that he’ll tell me about it all in between our sheets as we stay up all night with pillow talk, just like we used to.

#bullet train #bullet train 2022 #bullet train tangerine #bullet train x reader #bullet train fanfic #angst fanfic #tangerine angst #tangerine bullet train #as a little treat #he's so babygirl yummy #Wrote this high so if you see any mistakes no you didn't <3

[38riku]

𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍’ 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘

synopsis ; waking them up to do the nasty. afab reader. f!reader, use of she/her pronouns.

includes ; yuta okkotsu and hinata shoyo

cw ; this post contains 18+ content. minors and ageless blogs do not interact. cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. breeding kink. praise. degradation. pet names (angel; doll/doll face) biting. nipple play (?)

notes ; back from hiatus and of course I wrote for my favorites 🫶🏽

taglist ; @gabzlovesu @thathoneybee3 @dazaisfavgf @chubbyblackthottie taglist form is pinned on my blog !!

𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐘.

“yeah, just like that angel—”

any other time, the intensity of his stare would make you squirm, covering your body out of embarrassment no matter how many time he’s seen you like this — you’ve seen each other like this — but, you were still sleepy, and couldn’t bring yourself to care; focusing on the breathy praises he’d sing and chasing your release.

it never took long, even with the way you lazily rolled your hips against his: sat upright, arms loosely hung around his neck in nothing but his t-shirt. perhaps it was the intimacy of it all. you were craving him, and, even in the middle of the night, he’ll satisfy you without question. or, it could be the way he hits that spot that makes you cream all over him in seconds, curving upward and brushing against your most sensitive spots.

“ ‘m close yuta—”

“i know pretty, i can feel you clenching around me — ready for me to fill you up with my cum, yeah?”

beneath his lidded, midnight irises was a spark that never failed to shine at the mention of him stuffing you full and plugging it up. it got him going. one hand gripped your hip, the other smoothing over your ass before hitting it with enough force to make you whine.

“y-yes, wanna be filled up by you, please ~ ” you all but cried, looking at him through your lashes with a cute little pout in fear of denial. he loved it when you begged for his cum, as if it was a privilege to be his personal cum dump.

the pads of his fingers hastened your movements, grinding you quicker and catching your clit on his pelvis — a pleasured mewl leaving falling from your lips as you struggled to remain upright at the newfound stimulation.

“been doing so good for me, let me take care of you for this last bit~”

𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐒.

“you wanted my cock so bad work a little harder will ya?”

his breath fanned your neck from behind, calloused hands cupping your tits and thumbing over your perked nipples harshly. he was so mean, being awoken from his sleep just to get you off — “so selfish.” he had scolded, “can’t stop being a cock hungry slut — just for a few minutes while I sleep huh?”

hinata didn’t mean it, he never did. however, he is positively addicted to the way you clench around him when he talks to you like that.

your head lolled to the side in the crook of his neck, an “awe” laced in faux pity was whispered in your ear as he pinched your nipple, hard. your body jolted upright, a high-pitched squeal eliciting a deep, amused chuckle from your lover.

“you must be dumber than you let on huh?” he mused, hands trailing down to your waist to forcefully drag you along his cock while thrusting up into you at an inhumane speed.

your incoherent blurbs and slurred enunciation of his names were drowned out by the obscene sound of skin slapping, your arousal creating a sloppy ring of white at the base of his cock that threatened to drip down his balls.

“sho’ it’s too much I-I- can’t—”

“y-y-you don’t have a choice doll.” he mock stuttered, licking a stripe from your shoulder to the base of your neck before biting down.

the action took you by surprised, a breathy moan leaving your lips and spurring on your inevitable orgasm. you were too fuzzy minded to be embarrassed as you soaked his thighs, your released shooting upward as you stained the sheets with your sin.

“that’s it doll, fuck — you know I love it when you make a mess.”

© 2022 38riku. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy, repost, or plagiarize my work. Comments and reblogs are appreciated.

#haikyuu x black reader #haikyu smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #jjk smut #jjk x black reader #jjk x reader #hinata shoyo smut #hinata smut #hinata x reader #hinata x black reader #hinata shoyo x reader #yuta x black reader #yuta x reader #yuta smut #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu smut #yuta okkotsu x black reader

[gumballavocadoharry]

Baby Susan; Jack Chambers

Jack and Alice looked in awe at the sweet baby bundle tucked away in her crib. The flamingo crocheted quilt, hugged her tight enough for security. "Alice, isn't amazing how we created something so beautiful?" Alice laid her head on Jack's shoulder.

"Yeah.....look at her little nose," As if on cue, Susan's diaphanous nose twitched like a little bunny. "She has your eyes Alice, and your hair and smile." Alice giggled, while continuing her gaze at her baby girl.

"She has your nose." Jack beamed in pride as seeing that when Susan was born, she looked like a copy of Alice. Despite the colossal jubilation Jack felt at Susan's birth, his mind did bellyache at the fact of Susan only favoring him to a microscopic degree. When he pictured his new offspring, she would have light brown hair with enriching green eyes like her mother and deep dimples like him. She would be a gentle and ladylike soul like Alice, but a stubborn jack rabbit like himself.

But nonetheless, Susan was more than anything he could've dreamed of. She was perfect in everyway. He soft pale skin, her mushy cheeks that he splattered in kisses every moment he got and her benign little cries that she echoed throughout the house for a diaper change or a bottle.

Her personality was already shaping itself. She was a quiet baby, with only a little to say, Susan was a miss independent as she focused her baby brain on doing things herself. She was also obedient; determined to mind the do's and don'ts of her parents. She would stare into their eyes, almost as if asking for approval for an okay to squawk out a cry or to grab something that seemed edgy for her.

Jack and Alice too their positions into their own bed, after reading a goodnight story and kissing the 2 month old baby goodnight. Jack watched from the bed as Alice fixed herself up for bed; her gentle smooth hands rubbing her sheeny face and neck. She stared at herself in the mirror with such modesty yet insufferable pride at the same time.

Alice sat legs crossed while applying her night serum. Her black lingerie layed perfectly around the curves of her body. She finished up before inviting herself next to Jack in the bed. Alice's head hit the pillow before Jack had the chance to ask her if she wanted to indulge in the book the two had started together. But Alice's snores told something different. Jack had to face it, she was home most of the day with Susan and it was a daunting task in itself to care for such a little susceptible infant. I guess it's just me. Jack thought before turning the page of the chapter he already finished.

Soon it turned dusk midnight, Jack asleep with the book page cornered and set aside on the nightstand, spooning Alice as the young couple were snoozing away in the mildly heated pale yellow room, tucked away in azure pixelated covers. That was until a baby's shriek wrested them alive.

Alice dashed into Susan's bedroom; rollers in her hair bouncing along with the lavender robe she covered herself in. Jack laid in bed still; hand going over the empty indention of where Alice's body was.

"Shhh, my butterfly...there, there." Alice cooed through the monitor. Jack was soothed by Alice's sweet song like voice, gently rocking his baby back to sleep. "You just wanted someone to hold you? Well, mommy's here baby....she'll always be there." Jack didn't even recon the smile that had incoherently spread across his face. Alice had said the last part with the gentle voice she always uses. But the feeling of deep admiration and devotion for her baby lingered in her tone which uprooted Jack from his warm spot in the bed, and into Susan's bedroom, where he was greeted by a nursing Susan and a sleepy wife.

Jack was awestruck by the site. The tiny baby was suckling for milk and her sapped mother, laid back in the pale green rocking chair the couple had taken the liberty to make. Mostly Jack. Being the do-it-yourself type of guy, Jack constructed the chair as a present for Alice, like a thank you for carrying the baby. Jack carefully took Susan after she was done with her midnight snack and placed her into the crib.

He then adjusted Alice's top part and carried her into the shared bed they had. "Goodnight my princess," Jack placed a sweet kiss to Alice's cheek. "I love you."

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[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤~°Testify°~¤

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《Chapter 7 Based》

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You felt like shit.

You swallow your cries, wallowing outside of Ramshackle. The floorboard creaking under you as your knees buckle underneath your weight. Dropping un-gracefully on the steps of your dorm.

Gazing up at the dotted sky, you swore you saw green lighting near by.

Playing it off as your imagination, you focused on the sky.

Each little light, you trace them in your mind to make a shape. You laughed at a few images you made. One being a rose, the other a octopus with glasses.

The last one however, made you want to vomit and cry at the same time.

What you saw in the stars was Yuu, smiling brightly with you and the first year squad. With poor, sweet Grim swiping at Ace's air while Yuu trying to stop him.

Looking away, you let your fingers tap on the wood of the stairs. Creating a small rhythm to pass the time and hopefully forget what happened between you and Yuu.

"Children of.."

Quickly gazing up at the new voice. You find yourself staring at the bright emerald eyes of Malleus Draconia.

A soft green glow illuminated his visage. His lips pulled into a frown while his head had a small tilt. He was curious, from what you could tell.

Most of the time, it was Yuu and you.

Sometimes you and him, where'd you wait impatiently and smother him in laughter and shy affectionate touches. (Hugs and hand holding.)

So, in his many years of living, it suprised him. To see someone like you, "down in the dumps", as Lilia says.

"(Y/N), what is the matter?"

The dark fae questioned, slowly sitting down beside you, wanting you to understand you better. His firefly protectors buzzing about right next to you.

"Malleus... Have you ever felt as if.. No, have you.. Ahhhhhgg!"

You scream, pulling at your hair frustratingly.

With widen eyes Malleus pulls your hands away from your scalp.

"(Y/N), your acting differently today. What is the matter?"

He stated calmly, with hints of authority in his voice. His hands squeezing your own in mid-air. You let out a shaky breath, trying to pull yourself together before the wall that was holding in your tears broke.

"I'm.. I'm scared. Okay..?"

"Of?" Malleus asked gently, lowering your hands on your lap as he traced small soothing circles on your palms. A technique you had shown him many nights before.

"Losing.. I'm scared of losing Yuu, my friends, you.."

You say quietly, your hands becoming clammy and jittery by the minute.

"Yuu.. Yuu thinks that this talking mouse in the mirror of Ramshackle is gonna take us home.. But what if.."

"If..?"

"What if that isn't our home, what if Yuu only finds a way home and I can't? Or if there home doesn't exist?! I don't think Yuu should take a risk like that! I don't think I... Could take a risk like that."

You croak out, grasping his shirt collar without a ounce of fear. Hoping for a answer, a sentence, a word, something to calm your racing heart!

Malleus only sighs, caressing your hair carefully as your fingers lose their grip. Your body becoming lax in his hold. Mind fuzzy and mushy as the sound of sweet humming filled your head.

Tears roll down your face as they make contact with Malleus bright green uniform.

With little strength your foggy mind had left. You remember what happened between you and Yuu.

-

"(Y/N), this could be our chance!" Yuu exclaimed excitedly, "if Micky knows where our home is, we can-!"

"-Yuu, what if he's wrong?"

Yuu stops prancing around the parlor room, staring at you.

"What do you mean? He can't be-"

"Yuu, you can't just trust, this-this mouse? What happens if he's lying to you. You can't take that chance!"

"I have to, I need to find a way back home! I need to remember who I am!" Yuu yelled.

"Aren't you willing to take that chance? I thought you would of all people would understand!"

"I.. I..Can't." You whimper, your head overwriting your heart.

"I'm not just gonna stand by and trust some stranger that says he knows how to get home. And it's stupid that you do!" You shout, gasping after as you cover your mouth.

Shocked at a teary-eyed Yuu, shaking in place as they lower their eyes to the floor.

Yuu doesn't say anymore, running out of Ramshackle quickly, shutting the wood door hard after.

"I'm sorry.."

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《Let these thorns ensnare your heart until you can fully be mine.》

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[Chapter seven here we come... Comments, hearts, reblogs and asks are welcomed! Enjoy!]

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[lucifersbimbobitch]

In Love With You In Every Universe Even My Own

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Summary: Thanos was the main focus, but suddenly you heard your name, coming from the lips of the love of your life, only it sounded like something was wrong. You turned, around but as you looked to the person who spoke your voice, you were met with nothing but dust. It was thought by many you broke there, and went insane right after by many. But, you argue from that moment you were going to get him back, even if he wasn’t real but he would be to you.

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Part 2 (cancelled)

It’d been days now, and the moment in your head played over and over like that broken record in your room that recorded the same song you and your husband danced to every night in the 40′s. 

Every remaining member of the avengers had been trying to check in on you every few hours for the last couple days, except they were met with your endless screams and cries to be left alone and they did. You were doing what you had been everyday for the last while. 

Analyzing what the fuck had happened out there.

Almost everybody had disappeared, only a few avengers remained. And, out of the blipped, as they were calling them, the vanished, was your husband, the infamous White Wolf as his new name, but many did know him as the Winter Solider, or to you, simply just Bucky, your love, was one of the many to go, actually the first to go.

You needed him, you craved him at this point. You had been separated when he was getting treatment in Wakanda for the removal of the Winter Soldier program in him and it was torture but you knew where he was, but now that was impossible, you had no idea, he was gone, nothing but dust.

You could beat Thanos’s ass up right now if you were given the chance, but he disappeared too, shortly after, nobody knew where he was, and you weren’t focused on him, or even a revenge plan, you just wanted your husband, and you finally think you found a way to bring him back. 

A malicious grin formed on your face, your tongue slowly between your canines, thinking along with you. You would use a power, one that was left behind Wanda, your closest friend in the avenger group. She left a piece of her power for you in a glass, concealed when you needed it, this was given to you the day you met her, and you finally had an idea of what you could do with it, you would create a new reality, one where you could be with Bucky forever. No one would interrupt you, and if they did they would pay if they took him away again. You believed this would bring him back, even though deep down inside you knew it wasn’t real, but it would be for you. 

Suddenly, someone knocked on your door, as usual, every few hours they did, you screamed and they left, only this time it seemed more urgent as they did it a couple more times.

“Come in.” You mewed, this idea formulating in your head, you would see him soon, your Bucky.

“Y/N!” Steve entered, breathing out really quickly. “I know you don’t want to be bothered.. but Tony has come back.” He heightened, and you stood up, at the super-solider not caring about the news of the leader of the Avengers coming back only the simple fact you would see him, again.

“Are you-” He began, but you put a finger to your lips to signal him to keep it down.

“Let’s go, Steve.” You said, an evil look in your eye, Steve wanted to say something, but he kept quiet, you noticed the gulp he took and it made you grin.

You both headed outside, and though it was pitch black, you saw the ship, and there was Nebula, daughter of Thanos, and you unleashed yourself there, you grabbed your taser on your side and hurled it at her, she didn’t notice it and it hit her, she went crumpling to the ground, convulsing from the electric shock of the taser that hit her.

“For Bucky.” You grinned. Steve ran up to you, but before he could say anything, you looked at him, and ran, as he tried to grab you. He was strong, but you were quick, and eventually you had lost him. 

You had been running for a while now, and had no idea where you were, the jar with Maximoff's power under your arm clenched, your only need for bringing him back.

“Where do I go-” You began to spin and twirl around trying to see your surroundings in the dark, and suddenly you saw a sign, half-lit up flickering, almost abandoned.

It was a sign showcasing a town, Westview. A lightbulb went off in your head, and suddenly you knew where your little universe would begin, and so you scampered towards it, your heart thundering and yearning for your husband.

They really do say love drives you mad, and in that moment you had given into the madness, only it wasn’t to you, you were just going to the one, and that one was James Buchanan Barnes. 

Like you said in your vows.

“In sickness and in health” Well, there you were running towards the place where you would create a version of him that you believed was, in complete sickness to nourish your health you needed him and so that’s where you went faster then what seemed like light itself in that moment.

Nobody, in Westview could believe that one of earth’s mightiest hero’s could be so insane that she would enslave an entire town, in that case their town in that moment, and that’s what was about to happen.

You stood in some kind of ruins, of a house. You were confused, and saw a letter on the ground, old and discarded, you picked it up and your heart dropped when you saw the little B on the envlope the one Bucky always used when he addressed something to you.

The tears rolled down right away, you hadn’t even read the letter, but when you opened it, everything exploded.

The letter read “to grow old in, B.” You fell to your knees, and realized that he was gone, he really was and that a reality with him that you created wouldn’t be real, but just as your mind was about to accept the gruesome truth, Wanda’s jar with her power in it fell as you did and crashed on the floor. 

The power flew around you in red, waves and then into you, you screamed feeling absoutly nothing in that moment but the sheer raw power of what the world didn’t know in that moment was the Scarlet Witch.

Things began to mold. The ruins of the house took shape into a real house, and the people around it into neighbors, and an old timey neighborhood. You had a dress, on one similar to the ones you wore in the 40′s, and you belived it was the 40′s as you looked around, your reality setting in on it’s own, only you yourself didn’t know it wasn’t real, to you it was.

And, suddenly there he was a flash of light forming him. That same outfit from the bar the night you fell in love him and there he was the same grin on his face from that night

Bucky looked right at you.

“Hello, doll.” 

Everything fell in place for you at that moment and was perfect.

Well, for now.

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #steve x reader #the avengers #avengers fanfic #bucky fluff #endgame #post endgame #Black Widow #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky smut #bucky x you #mcu smut #mcu phase 4 #mcu x reader #marvel imagine #40s bucky

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Eleven

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), fingering, p in v sex, alcohol usage, drunk presley, mentions of vomiting when hungover, unprotected sex, drunk sex, angst

I hope y'all know that every chapter from here on out will have smut lmao

Presley

One of my favorite things is waking up before Colson.

Although he’s shown so much vulnerability with me, I know he hasn’t completely let himself go yet. I know he was on the verge of tears last night but that he wouldn’t let them out. I wonder when the last time he cried was. 

But in the mornings, when he’s still asleep, he can’t be anything but vulnerable. And he’s so cute when he sleeps. Although most mornings I’ll wake up on his chest or the little spoon to his big spoon, every once in a while, he’ll wriggle down the bed so his head is on my chest and my arms are wrapped around him. Today is one of those days. 

I admire the fluffy blonde head on my chest and tilt my head so I can see his face. His long eyelashes create soft shadows on his cheeks. His perfectly plump lips are parted very slightly. His strong jaw is covered in light scruff, which I love, especially when he’s between my legs, and all of a sudden, my admiration turns into arousal.

I shift a little beneath him, and realize there’s a slight ache between my legs. It makes sense. Colson is huge. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting him again. 

It’s so surreal to think that I lost my virginity last night. The general consensus from women is that losing your virginity is miserable and it hurts, and that it takes a few times for it to feel good. After last night, I’m realizing that those poor women all lost their virginities to guys who didn’t care or know enough to get them ready beforehand. Colson made me come before he was even inside of me, and even before that, he got me wet. He didn’t rush me at all and he was gentle. And fuck, it felt good.

His fingers are long and thick and those feel amazing, but nothing can compare to the feeling of Colson’s cock fitting so tightly inside of me. It reached places that nothing else had before, and the pressure was so painfully pleasurable. I want more. 

I push his hair back and press a kiss to his forehead. He stirs a bit but his eyes stay closed. I kiss his temple and then lift my head a little so I can kiss his cheek. He shifts again and finally opens up those gorgeous blue eyes. He looks at me through a sleepy haze but his eyes flutter closed when I put my mouth on his. 

His soft groan when we kiss pushes me into an even deeper state of desire. His lips part with mine and the kiss is gentle and slow but so, so hot. God. I feel insatiable. Now that I’ve finally had sex after 23 years of celibacy, am I going to be in the mood constantly? And if so, do I even mind?

Colson’s body seems to finally wake up and he tightens his grip on me, his big hand sliding up my ribcage. He makes me feel so small beneath him even though I’m not. Another reason I’ve been self-conscious is because I’m either taller than most guys or pretty close in height. I wouldn’t mind dating a short guy, but they get weird about tall girls. Good thing Colson is a giant.

In more ways than one. His cock starts to fill and as his hips shift, I feel it press into my thigh. I moan softly and wrap my leg around his waist. He pulls me even closer somehow, wrapping me so safely in his arms. I love how he smells in the morning, how he tastes. Before I met Colson, I grimaced at the thought of morning sex and kissing in the morning because of the obvious morning breath, but it doesn’t bother me with Colson. I barely notice. I think he could go without showering for a month and I’d still want him. That’s how deep I am in all of this. 

I gasp softly when his hand grips my ass, squeezing gently. He finally breaks the kiss and grins sleepily at me. “I like this wake up call,” he rasps, voice gravelly from sleep, and the sound shoots right between my legs. “What did I do to deserve all this?” he asks. 

I stare into his eyes and melt a little more. The fact that he feels so honored to be with me is a confidence boost I so desperately needed. “I’m not sure,” I murmur, “but I was wondering the same thing.”

Colson’s grin widens a little and he slides a hand into my hair to hold my head. “I love you, Presley,” he murmurs, and it feels so special hearing it when we’re not having sex. I know sex releases endorphins and makes people want to say things like that, but I know he means it. 

“I love you, too,” I tell him, pulling his face to mine for another kiss. This one is hungrier, Colson’s perfect teeth grazing my lip. I shiver and moan again, gripping at him. My hand slides from his neck to his biceps, squeezing, and then drifts to his chest to feel his soft skin. As my hand wanders, so does Colson’s. He lets go of my ass to trace long fingers delicately down my neck, and then he palms my breast, his warm hand contrasting with the goosebumps his touch brings. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’re killing me. Tell me I can make love to you again.”

I make a helpless little sound and push my hips forward, desperate for his touch. “Please, Cols,” I beg. 

Colson’s eyes are dark when he rolls me gently onto my back and climbs on top of me. “Let me get you ready first,” he murmurs, hand already drifting between my legs to stroke me. My eyes close and I suck in a breath. “You sore, baby?” he asks softly, and I nod. He nods, too. “I’ll be careful, love. I’ll make you feel better. Okay?”

“Okay,” I reply, so full of love I might burst. He smiles at me and his eyes drop to my lips before he kisses me. He pushes my legs apart a little more, and then he’s sliding two fingers inside of me. I’d been so desperate for his touch that it wrenches a moan from me, and Colson pulls back from the kiss, looking a little surprised. 

He chuckles softly. “You okay?” he asks.

“More than,” I say shakily, hips squirming. “More, baby, please–”

Colson moans and kisses me hard, pumping his fingers for a few moments before curving them inside of me. I whimper and arch my back a little, my head starting to become a little hazy with pleasure. The room heats as he keeps fingering me, the heel of his hand grinding into my clit, and I could come from this, but I don’t want to. I want to come with him inside of me. So I wait until I’m on the edge and then I push his hand away. He frowns at me but I just shake my head. “Not yet,” I tell him. He swallows hard and nods, keeping his eyes on mine as he slips his fingers into his mouth. “Fuck,” I whisper.

Colson smirks a little and reaches over to grab a condom from the nightstand. “You sure you can handle this again?” he asks, eyes suddenly filled with concern. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“I promise,” I say quickly. “Colson, please–”

“Okay, baby, okay,” he says, hastily getting the condom on. He bites his lip as he rubs the head of his cock against my clit. I whimper, brow furrowing, remembering all at once how close I’d been before I made him stop. I’m so desperate that I’m sure I’ll be able to come when we start having sex. 

“Ready?” Colson asks, and I nod. He nods, too, then looks down as he slips himself inside of me. I wince just slightly and Colson sees it. He lets go of his cock and touches my face, shushing me gently as he slowly inches his hips forward. I whimper softly as he fills me, but I just stare into the eyes of the man I love and it’s all okay. 

“Oh fuck,” I breathe when his hips are finally pressed to mine. 

“Okay?” he asks.

“Fuck yes,” I manage, digging my nails into his biceps. His cock is so long that it rests right against my g-spot without him even moving. “H-holy shit, Cols.”

Colson smirks. “Does it feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” I whine. “Move, Col, please.”

Colson nods and looks into my eyes as he slowly starts to move. Every time he thrusts, stars cloud my vision. Holy shit, it feels so good that it almost hurts, but in the very best way. Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life? God, I’m so lucky. 

My mouth hangs open as he fucks into me, and all I can do is take it, letting out little moans and whimpers. Finally, I grab his hip and he looks down at me curiously. “Can we try something new?” I ask.

Colson’s eyes sparkle and he nods. He pulls out and helps me to flip over onto my stomach. “I can get pretty deep like this,” he says. “You promise to tell me if it’s too much?”

“I promise,” I assure him, looking at him over my shoulder. I arch my back a little and Colson moans, taking the opportunity to slip his cock back inside. I shudder at the feeling and as his hips press against my ass, my jaw drops. “Holy fuck,” I whimper. He’s right, he can get really deep like this, but god, it feels fucking perfect. 

“Feel good?” he asks, breathing labored as he starts to move. 

“Y-yes, so good, Colson,” I moan.

“Good,” he murmurs, leaning over me to kiss my shoulder. “Because I want to make you come like this.” His words draw a moan out of me and I clench around him unintentionally. “Oh, fuck baby, that feels so good,” he moans. 

“Mm, Colson,” I whimper, grasping at the sheets. 

“Lift your hips a little, baby,” he instructs, and when I do, he slips his hand underneath my body. Immediately, two fingertips find my clit and start to rub circles. I let out a loud and broken moan at the feeling, legs pressing together. 

“C-Colson,” I gasp, butterflies filling my stomach. “Shit, baby, that feels s-so – oh fuck – so good.” 

“Good girl,” Colson grunts, biting my shoulder gently before kissing the spot. “God, I love you so much.”

I’ve gone completely speechless at this point. All I can do is breathe hard. Every time he thrusts, he grinds so perfectly against my spot and coupled with the way his fingertips circle my clit, I can barely keep my eyes from crossing. I’ve never felt pleasure like this, and all at once, I’m close again, so fucking close.

I cry out, legs starting to convulse, and Colson fucks me just a little bit harder. “Oh fuck, I can feel you, baby, you close?” he manages. 

“Y-yes,” I cry out, eyes squeezing shut. I grip the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white, and then I scream. Pleasure crashes into me so hard that I swear to god I black out for a second. My walls convulse around Colson’s thick cock, squeezing it so hard that he has to slow his movements a little. I’ve never, ever felt anything as good as this. I don’t want it to ever stop, and it takes a long time before it does. 

By then, I realize that Colson is pulling my hips up so I’m on my knees. I keep my face pressed into the bed, ass in the air, and moan as Colson picks up his pace. Big hands curl around my hips and I can hear him panting. “O-oh sh-shit,” he says brokenly, hips jerking against me. “Fuck, Pres, I’m so close–”

I arch my back even deeper and he curses lowly, hands moving to squeeze my ass, and then he pulls me hard against him as he comes. I wish I could see him because if his sounds are any indication of how good this feels for him, his face must be an absolute wonder. Finally, he slumps over me, letting out a weak, “Fuck.” 

Gently, Colson presses my hips down, and as I go onto my stomach, he pulls out. All I can do is lie there boneless, breathing hard. “Holy shit,” I say weakly, closing my eyes. 

“Yeah,” Colson says with a chuckle. He rolls out of bed and gets rid of the condom, and I take a second to admire his body. His long limbs, his perfectly toned abdomen, all of his tattoos. He’s so perfect and he’s mine. I love him so much. I never want to let him go. And that doesn’t scare me for some reason.

He catches me looking at him and he grins, bending over to kiss me. His hand drifts to my ass and squeezes gently. “Go pee,” he whispers, and I groan. He chuckles but grabs my hand, helping me out of bed. My legs almost collapse beneath me and Colson laughs, eyes lighting up. “Okay?”

“Not my fault you made me come that hard,” I say, patting his chest as I walk on shaky legs to the bathroom.

“Not sorry,” Colson says, and I look over my shoulder at him, sticking out my tongue. He winks and my knees weaken even more. 

When I get back in bed, Colson is on me like glue, wrapping himself around me. He hums and nuzzles my neck, and I giggle at the way his fluffy blonde hair tickles my face. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze. He kisses me softly and we both smile. 

“I love you,” I tell him. 

“I love you,” he tells me. We kiss for a few minutes and then he sighs, rolling onto his back. “Fuck, I don’t want to go back to the real world. Can we just stay in my bed and fuck forever?”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” I say, settling my head on his chest. “How many shows are left?”

“Ten,” Colson answers. “But only four weeks.”

I wince. A month until we have to tell Cash about us. I’m mad as fuck at my brother, but I also know this is going to hurt him. I’m not looking forward to confessing. 

But at the same time, he has to understand that I’m happy. He has to understand that this is what’s best for me. We can both have Colson in our lives. Colson being my boyfriend doesn’t really impact their friendship. Cash has to understand.

Right?

Colson

We’re back on the road and it’s making me depressed.

I spent the last week holed up with Presley in my bed, fucking and cuddling and getting to know each other even more. I love her more and more every single day, and I love that I’m distancing myself from the Colson I was just a couple months ago. I don’t want to even look at another girl. All I want is Presley. 

She makes me feel so safe and she loves me for who I am. Although telling Cash is looming on the horizon, I’m not letting it ruin my happiness. I just wish Pres and I didn’t have to hide it now that the tour has started up again. 

We’re at the venue and I’ve just stepped outside to smoke. I hear the door open and when I look over, I spot Rook coming to join me. “Hey brother,” I say, offering him a smoke. He grabs one from the pack and accepts my light. We’re quiet for a few minutes, just enjoying the silence, but then he looks at me. 

“So,” he says. “You gonna tell me about you and Presley?”

I stiffen and clutch my cigarette so hard that it squishes, rendering it useless. “Fuck,” I mutter, dropping it onto the ground and snuffing it out with the heel of my boot. “What are you talking about?” I grunt.

Rook gives me a look that silently communicates what he’s thinking: Be fucking for real right now. I groan and scrub my hands over my face before grabbing and lighting another cigarette. “How did you find out?” I mutter.

Rook shrugs. “Y’all aren’t sneaky, to be honest,” he says. 

My blood runs cold. Does that mean Cash knows? But no, if he did, he would’ve lost his shit by now. “We never even touch.”

“You don’t have to,” Rook says, glancing up at me. “It’s the way y’all look at each other, Kells.”

As scared and upset as I should be, his words make me feel all melty and gooey. Is it that obvious just from our looks? I nod slowly. “Got it,” I say. 

“Why are y’all hiding it?” he asks.

“Cash,” I mutter.

Rook’s brow furrows but then he nods. “Oh. Forgot he told us she was off-limits.”

“Presley’s pissed about it,” I say. “She says it’s none of his business.”

“Well, it isn’t,” Rook agrees. “I get that he’s protective but Presley ain’t his property.”

“Exactly.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Tell him when the tour ends,” I mutter. “Pres and I are worried if we tell him before he’ll ditch the tour.”

“Ah,” Rook says quietly. “That makes sense.”

“He’s gonna hate me, man.”

“Maybe he won’t,” Rook says. “Maybe he’ll be mad at first, but he’ll get over it.” 

I sigh and kind of zone out for a second. “This is all so fucked, Rook,” I say. 

Rook frowns. “Are you happy?”

I look over at him, hesitating. “Rook, I love her,” I finally admit.

Rook’s eyes widen. “Holy shit. Love?” he asks. “So this is real.”

“Of course it’s real,” I snap, frowning at him. “You think I’m just taking advantage of her or some shit?”

“Dude, no,” Rook says, chuckling a little. “Relax. I just mean this isn’t a fling. This is something you want to last for a while.”

“Maybe even forever,” I say quietly. 

Rook whistles low. “Holy shit,” he mutters. “Listen, bro,” he says. “Cash can't tell y’all what to do. If he’s mad, yeah, that shit sucks, but if you’re happy…”

He’s not thinking about what will really happen when we tell Cash. There's a big chance we’ll lose the best guitarist our band has ever seen. 

The show goes well, and when I get off the stage, I immediately spot Presley. I always do. She looks beautiful tonight, as she always does, and I give her a little smile. She smiles back, and it hurts. All I want to do is pick her up and kiss her. She’s all I want. But then I see Cash scooping Olivia into his arms and fury rises in me again. I stalk off down the hall towards my dressing room before I can say something I shouldn’t.

I try to slam the door but I don’t hear it slam. Confused, I turn around, seeing that Presley has caught the door. She steps inside and closes it quietly behind her before turning the lock. I sigh and look her up and down. She’s so beautiful in a long t-shirt that highlights her long legs, Doc Martens on her feet. The look she gives me is knowing and a little sad, and she opens her arms. 

Huffing, I step forward and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in close to me. Her scent calms me immediately and I close my eyes, trying to get a hold of my emotions, but it’s hard. There’s never been so much going on in my head at the same time. Love. Fury. Fear. Happiness. Sadness. Confusion. It’s all too much. I focus on the feeling of Presley in my arms, the scent of her hair.

“You okay?” she asks quietly. I hesitate, then shake my head no. She sighs quietly and rubs my back, squeezing me a little tighter. 

“It just isn’t fair,” I mumble into her neck. “That they get to be together and happy and we don’t.”

Pres nods, gently stroking her nails over the back of my neck. I shiver at the sensation and slowly, I start to relax. “We will, babe,” she tells me. “Not much longer now. I promise.” 

I’m already angry anticipating Cash’s reaction. I’m not scared anymore. I’m just pissed. It’s so misogynistic for him to want to control who his sister dates and fucks. It’s none of his business and the longer I stew on it, the angrier I get. How much longer can I keep pretending I’m not furious at the guy? 

“Let’s go out tonight,” she tells me, pulling back from the hug. “Let’s just get drinks and hang out and try to have some fun, yeah?”

I nod. “Yeah.” I still feel all sulky and pissed but she’s right. The others will want to go out, too, and I can’t ruin the vibe. I just have to keep control over myself. 

XX

Going out, as it turns out, was a bad idea. 

In order to distract myself, I drank. A lot. Shot after shot, mixed drink after mixed drink, and I’m wasted right now. Completely wasted. That doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that Presley, too, is wasted. 

Presley doesn’t drink. She made that very clear when we first met. She has a one-drink limit when she goes out; she prefers smoking. But for whatever reason, she’s had several drinks tonight. It takes a lot less to get her drunk than it does me, but it makes my stomach churn wondering why she would do that. 

I’m sitting at a table right now watching her on the dance floor with Olivia. Both girls are drunk, and they hold hands as they dance. Pres tips her head back, her long, black hair swaying behind her, and her eyes drift closed. She looks beautiful. She always does. And something about her slow movements, her hazy smile…it’s turning me on. 

I can’t stop jiggling my legs. All I want to do is go out there, wrap myself around her, and grind on her until she’s begging me to drag her to the bathroom. It isn’t fair that I can’t. As I stare at her, her eyes open and she turns her head, eyes locking right on mine. I startle a little but she just smirks and waves at me. I can’t help but smile and wave back. She gestures for me to come out onto the floor but I shake my head. She pouts and I just shrug, knowing we can’t do this. 

Suddenly, fear makes my blood run cold. Presley doesn’t get drunk. Alcohol is a truth serum. What if she tells Cash? I need to get her off that fucking floor. But she’s already walking towards me. I stiffen as she steps into my space, her hands going to my shoulders. Her cheeks are so pink and she smells of fruity drink but my dick is hard in my jeans despite how fucked up I am and I can’t do this right now. I’m seconds away from ripping her clothes off.

“Pres,” I say, looking around. I try to pull away a little.

“Col, please,” she whines, touching my face.

I grip her wrist and yank her hand away harder than intended. Her eyes flash with pain and my mouth drops open. “Pres,” I say. “Cash.”

Her lip wobbles and she takes a step back, hanging her head. God, it breaks my heart to have to reject her. I look around for Cash and find him on the dance floor with Olivia, paying no mind to anything else. With that, I grab Presley’s hand and pull her fast through the crowd to the bathroom. 

She stumbles as I push her inside and I lock the door behind us. When I turn around to face her, she lunges at me, mouth on my neck. It startles a moan out of me and I close my eyes, hands going to her hips in an attempt to compose myself, to stop her from getting too close. But this only encourages my girlfriend more.

Her hands are at my belt, and despite how drunk she is, she gets it undone fast, then goes for the button and zipper of my jeans. “Pres,” I grunt, her fumbling fingers putting pressure on my hard cock. 

“Colson, please,” she whimpers, sinking her teeth into my neck and I hiss, dick twitching. I close my eyes, begging for composure, but I’m too drunk to think logically, and my hands go right to her ass, squeezing hard. She moans against my neck and the sound pushes me over the edge of control. 

I grip her hips and move her back forcefully, shoving her into the vanity. She gasps, eyes glossy when she looks at me. I lean in and kiss her hard, biting her lip and pushing my tongue into her mouth. She can’t stop moaning, her hands all over me. They slide up under my shirt, nails gouging into my chest, and I moan. How am I so hard after all that alcohol?

“Pres,” I groan, lifting her onto the counter. “You’re drunk, baby. Why are you drunk?”

“Col, shh,” she says, pressing her plush lips to mine again. “Besides, you’re drunk, too.”

She’s not wrong.

“Colson, please, baby, I need you,” she pleads, hands sliding down into my boxers to grip my ass. “Love you, baby, please.”

I groan and press my forehead to hers. This is a bad idea. We’re both so drunk, but I push her shirt out of the way and tug her shorts down so they hang off one ankle. Then, I’m pushing her panties to the side and touching her, and as always, she’s so hot and wet and all I want is to bury myself inside her. She pulls out my cock and I grunt softly at the relief. She pulls me in hard, bringing my dick to her pussy, and I’m speechless at how dominant she’s being, how forceful. I like to be in control, but I can’t lie, this has me so fucking hard that I’m leaking. 

Presley arches her back as she drags the head of my cock over her clit, a moan wrenching from her throat, and when she places me at her entrance and grabs my ass, I let her pull me in. We moan together as she pulls me deep, wet warmth enveloping my throbbing cock. “H-holy shit, Pres,” I manage, eyes closing as her nails dig into my ass. 

“Come on, baby, fuck me, fuck me,” she whines, canting her hips. I bite down on her neck and do as I’m told, my pace already hard and fast. “Yes! Fuck!” Pres cries, and we’re being so loud, but I can hear the music thumping and hopefully no one can hear us. Besides, I’ve lost all control by now, and I’m clinging to her as I fuck into her. 

“Uhhh, Pres,” I moan, closing my eyes as she clenches around me. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Maybe,” she purrs, sliding that sinful tongue over my XX tattoo. “Mm fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, you too,” I manage, gripping her ass to pull her closer. 

“Harder,” she gasps, head falling back. I take advantage, kissing that gorgeous neck while she moans, and she spreads her legs wider as I start to pound into her. I know my cock is ramming into her spot with every thrust, and even over our noises and the music in the bar, I can hear how wet she is around me. 

“God, Presley, you have the wettest pussy,” I moan, and my dirty talk isn’t great, but it makes her moan anyway. 

Presley’s cries get louder and she leans back, pressing her chest out. She spreads her legs as far as she can, sucking me deeper, and I curse, hips stuttering. Presley is pure fucking magic. This drunk, I would never be hard for anyone else, and if by some miracle I was, I wouldn’t ever be able to come this wasted. But with Presley, I’m completely weak. 

Hastily, I shove her shirt up and she gets the idea, holding it out of the way so I can literally rip her lace bralette open. The tatters of the delicate material hang on either side of her perfect tits and I duck my head to suck hard at her nipple. She wails as I gnash my teeth against her, and I swear to god her pussy gushes a little bit more. We’re making such a mess but I couldn’t care less. 

“Colson!” she cries, and I press my fingers to her clit, rubbing fast, harsh circles. I’m desperate to make her explode around my cock. She falls apart right in front of me, tears squeezing from the corner of her gorgeous, jade eyes as her mouth hangs open, perfect teeth on display. She pants, chest rising and falling fast, and with a scream, her hips jerk forward. Her pussy is like a vise on my cock, squeezing so hard that it almost hurts. “Ohhhh, fuckfuckfuck!” she whines as she writhes against me, and in the split second before I explode, I remember a very important fact.

We forgot a condom.

It’s with that thought that I wrench backwards and before I can even get my hand on my cock, my cum splatters over her thighs and stomach. I scramble to get a hand around myself, jerking myself through as my head falls to Presley’s shoulder. My heart is pounding so fucking hard with a mix of panic and relief from coming so hard. 

“Oh, fuck, Pres,” I say weakly. “We forgot a condom.”

“S’okay,” she slurs, rubbing my back. “I’m on birth control.” My brow furrows but then she explains: “To regulate my periods.”

“Oh,” I say, immediately going boneless with relief. But then, we both stiffen because someone is knocking on the door. “Hang on!” I call, looking at Pres. Her eyes are wide, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing. Is someone we know waiting outside? A fan who’s going to run to the tabloids with this? God, we’re being so fucking reckless. 

I quickly clean her up and we help each other dress. Cautiously, I open the door, but whoever it was must’ve gotten sick of waiting because there’s no one. “Okay,” I say. “You go first. I’ll follow in a few.”

“Okay,” she says, giving me a quick kiss before stumbling down the hall. God, she’s drunk, but I might be even drunker. My head spins and I groan. 

Thankfully, everyone seems ready to go and make the trip back to the hotel. Sure enough, Cash wants to switch rooms with Pres, so I help carry Presley’s bags to my room. Without even taking off her boots, my girlfriend collapses face first onto the bed. She mumbles something and my brow furrows as I kick off my own boots. “Huh?”

“I’m so tired,” she manages, turning her head to the side.

“Me too,” I agree, peeling off my shirt and kicking off my jeans. “Lemme get your clothes off, baby.”

She doesn’t protest as I unlace her boots, pulling them and her socks off her feet. I flip her onto her back and peel off her shirt and the shredded material of her bra, then tug her panties down her legs. I slip out of my boxer briefs and maneuver us under the covers. 

I can barely keep my eyes open at this point but Presley’s deep breathing tells me she’s already asleep. My eyes are burning, and before I know it, I’m out. 

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. I groan and press my fingers to my temples, the pain diminishing just slightly at the pressure. I slap my hand down onto the nightstand, finding the joint and lighter I left there earlier, and without even opening my eyes, I take a few deep pulls. I sigh and finally wrench open my eyes, searching for Pres. Anxiety spikes when I realize she isn’t next to me. 

“Pres?” I say, sitting up. My head spins and I press my hand to my forehead. “Baby?” Her boots and panties are still on the floor but her shirt is gone. I frown and climb out of bed, looking around. Then, I spot the closed bathroom door and all the panic goes out of me. I let out a breath and sit on the edge of the bed, closing my eyes. But when I hear a retch, they fly open again. 

Fuck. Guilt rushes through me. I knew better than to just fall asleep. Presley needed water last night, maybe even some carbs to soak up the liquor in her stomach. This was the first time she’s ever been drunk, and instead of taking care of her, I fucked her and then let her fall asleep. God, I’m still such an idiot.

I get up and cross the room, leaning my head against the door. “Pres?” I croak. “Baby, let me in.”

“No,” she whimpers. “You don’t wanna see me like this.”

But I do. I want to see her in every single state. Even sick. “Presley,” I say a little louder. “I love you. Let me in.”

Silence. But after a few moments, I hear the lock turn and I push open the door. Presley has crawled back to the toilet and her head hangs over the bowl. I wince and lift her arm, pulling off the hair tie she has on her wrist. I carefully pull her hair up on top of her head and secure it, then squat down beside her and rub her back. 

She groans. “Fuck. This is why I don’t drink,” she croaks.

I frown in sympathy and rest my forehead against her back. “Yeah. The day after sucks.” I’m regretting getting that drunk myself. The thought of Pres puking is enough to make me a little nauseous. “You need some carbs.”

“Oh god,” Presley says, then gags. “No food. No.”

I can’t help but smile weakly. She’s funny when she’s hungover. I press a kiss to her back. “Okay. Water, then. Water and ibuprofen.”

“Deal,” she rasps. I get up and retrieve the medicine from my bag along with a water bottle from the mini fridge. She looks up at me with tired eyes, mascara streaking down her cheeks. I hand over the meds and the water and she carefully takes it. She sighs and hangs her head, groaning softly. “Fuck. Remind me never to drink again.”

“Pres,” I say, sitting on the bathroom floor. “Why…why did you drink, baby?”

Presley is quiet. So quiet that I almost wonder if she’s gone back to sleep, but then she sighs. “Because it hurts.”

“What hurts?” I ask, frowning. 

Presley crawls over to me, resting her head in my lap. I stroke her hair and look down at her. “My heart,” she says quietly, and I swear, mine cracks in my chest. 

“Why?” I ask quietly.

“Because Cash and Olivia get to be happy but we don’t.”

I frown and run my hand slowly over her hair. “We will be,” I tell her. She sniffles and I zero in on her face, watching as a few tears trickle down onto her cheeks. “Oh, baby,” I say. “It’s gonna be okay. Come here.” She sits up and crawls into my lap. I cradle her and kiss her forehead, holding her close. 

“I’m sick of hiding this,” she says. “It’s so hard to be around you and not be like this with you.”

“I know,” I say weakly. “This isn’t forever, Pres. I promise.”

She sighs and nods, going quiet. I hold her close, rocking her, hoping beyond hope that she doesn’t get sick of hiding and tell Cash too soon.

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Thanks everyone who has been supportive to my work. The decrease of people who interactive with my post does affect me. Because I don’t really know who have read my work or what people think about it after I spent weeks to write. Still, as I am still on this platform, I’ll creat contents until I feel enough or no one really read my work! So, hope you enjoy this thank you gift from me!

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Here With You

Sukuna x f! reader 👻🎃💀

Genre: fluff, angst, supernatural

Warning: mentioning of murderer, child abuse, human traffic, rape, prostitution, and pregnancy

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Life is short, that was you learned deeply. People always said humans had choices. You also believed that, but it wasn’t accurate for you. You remembered when you were younger you had your best friend and your first love who you met in an orphanage. He was slightly taller than you with the bright pink hair. His name was Ryomen Sukuna.

People found him dead when you both were 16. You were shocked to lose him so suddenly. At that time adults said he was clumsy and drowned in the small lagoon. However, you knew he wouldn’t be careless and leave you like that.

When you were 17, there was one family that adopted you. You were so happy that finally you could leave that place where there was no Sukuna. The family took care of you very well. They both gave you nice clothes and provided good food. You cried every night due to the guilt from the happiness when you thought of Sukuna. You wanted him to be with you now and experinced a lot of things with you.

Until you were 18, you figured out everything was a lie. The family sold you to the dirty people. They told you they needed help from you. They told you that you would be the only one who could help them. They told you it was time for you to repay them.

Now, you worked in the illegal bar where you served many different men everyday. You worked as a prostitute for 10 years now. It was hard, never was easy until 2 years ago you were pregnant with one of your clients, and only God knew who the father was.

You hated your life. You hated every minute you were born. However, at least you had a good boss and kind colleagues. They were supportive for you to keep a baby girl. You stopped working for a year until you found the right pattern for both of you. When Ai slept, you would go out for work. When you come back home in the early morning, she would still sleep.

It was unbelievable how Ai was so good to sleep through the night without waking, but you believed in your chubby daughter, that she knew how hard you worked for her. Today was the same for both of you. Once Ai slept, you kissed her forehead and left home.

However, there was an unbelievable thing you didn’t know. The chubby baby who had thick black hair and large twinkling eyes always woke up every night. She used her small hands to push herself up from the crib. She looked up to wait for her friend.

“Sukna” she muttered and giggled.

“Oiii brat that isn’t fuking my name”  Sukuna said while looking down at the girl.

“Lord, you shouldn’t say rude words in front of the child” Uraume told him politely.

“fumking fumking” the baby giggled in a high pitch.

Uraume sighed. Sukuna only scowled at Ai. Then, he bent himself to carry her in his arms.

“Uraume, gather low ghosts to play with her” Sukuna ordered.

In his arm was a baby girl of his first and last love. He sat her on the floor next to him. He watched how she played with doctors toys that her mom brought it for her 2 weeks ago. Ai placed the stethoscope toy on his broad chest.

He chuckled deeply. “Silly, did you think you would hear something from my heart? I don’t have one brat”

Ai crawled to play with some ghosts who showed her funny faces. She looked similar to you when you were young. He missed all the time he spent with you. Unbeknownst to you, he had been with you since he was dead.

The reason he died wasn’t the accident. He heard adults in the orphanage talk about how they sold girls to bad families over and over again and you would be the next one. He attempted to run away with you, but those adults murdered him before he could save you.

Since then he had followed you wherever you went. It pained him how you got treated by those bad guys and how you ended up like this. He blamed himself for that all because of him. He couldn't have saved you. If he could have done that, he must have taken care of you and Ai as your husband.

He closed his eyes to stop tears. It was ridiculous he thought how the king of curse could shed tears when he didn’t even have a body to hug you when you cried after you got sold, he couldn’t cuddle to chase away the nightmares you had every time you slept with different men. What he could do was to take care of your heart, Ai.

Once Ai was born, she brought the special gift with her, the eyes which could see things that humans shouldn’t. He knew he would need to become the king of curse to protect her. He sucked humans’ life and ate angels of death who tried to bring him back to hell. Those enhanced his powers until now he was the king of curse and ghosts.

He saw the baby girl crawling to sit on his lap. He let her and played with her hairs.

“Your hair is like a lion” Sukuna commented.

“Ahahh” the baby smiled back at him.

“Be a nice brat to you mom and I’ll play with you ok?” he asked.

“Dunt leave mee, dunt leave my mama” Ai looked at him with her bright eyes.

“I don't want too” Sukuna smiled back at her.

It had been like this every night. Once you left, Sukuna would take care of your child without knowing your first love never left you at all.

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On Ai’s birthday, she turned 7 years old. It was October 31st. Ai was born on Halloween. People said it was a curse, but you thought otherwise. She was the charm for you.

“Tell mama, what do you want for your birthday?” you asked.

“I-I don’t want mama to work anymore” Ai looked down on her lap.

Sukuna who sat next to you looked at Ai.

“W-why?” you asked nervously.

“I-I know what kind of job you do. My friends and their parents told me, b-but mama I never once think it’s bad…I-” Ai glanced at Sukuna quickly.

“I’ll kill those humans who talk shit to you” Sukuna scowled.

“No bad words. Lord” Urame commented.

“Don’t do that Sukuna!!” Ai shouted.

Sukuna and you were widened eyes.  Sukuna had Ai promised not to tell you about her special talents because he didn’t want you to be stressed.

“Sukuna? Baby w-why did you say that name?” you bit your lower lip to stop yourself from crying.

“Mama, I-”

“No” Sukuna stopped Ai.

You kneed on the floor in front of her. You brought your daughter hand to place on your cheek “Please tell mama”

Ai looked up to meet Sukuna’s sad eyes. “The job you work may not be good for others but I know it’s an honest job and that job makes money for me to have everything. But mommy, I-I cant bare Sukuna to feel hurt”

Ai told you what her gift was and how she knew Sukuna. On that night you learned that Sukuna never left you. You sent your baby girl to sleep and walked back to your own bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and looked outside through the window in your room.

“I-I never know you’re always by my side. I never knew you’ve seen my life since the beginning. I’m a dirty person right? I’m a bad person right? I’ve slept with countless men for money. I don’t even know who Ai’s father was”

Your body slid down the floor. You placed your eyes on your knees. You cried your heart out to think about what Sukuna would think of you. You didn’t know every tear you shed was a knife that cut Sukuna’s heart.

You didn’t see him and he couldn’t touch you. He heard it, he was there next to you. He couldn’t say anything except looking at you crying because of him. He blamed the gods, blamed destiny, blamed everything that made you and him ended up like this.

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You stopped working as a prostitute 5 years ago after saving a lot of money and began to open a fried chicken restaurant where your boss was your partner for the business. Your life had been better. You still lived with Ai and Sukuana.

It was almost 11 years you learned Sukuna was always with you. Every day you brought food and set it on the counter for him. You couldn’t hear or see him, so you always spoke with the air because you believed he heard you.

At the grocery store

“Sukuna, I’m going to get this one for Ai and for you okay?” you smiled.

“I hated tofu, but up to you. Ai likes it anyway” Sukuna folded his arms in front of his chest while following you behind.

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At the shopping mall

“Sukuna, I like this bikini. It will look good on my body, don’t you think?” you giggled to imagine how furious Sukuna would be.

“Oi Oi, t-this is too much. Too exposed, I hate it, I hate you” Sukuna’s cheeks turned red.

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At home

“Ai, can you ask Sukuna where he wanna go for the new year? Does he want to go abroad this year with us?” you asked your daughter.

“Momm, Sukuna said he wanna see women on the beach” your daughter laughed.

“Heyyy, I didn’t say that. I told we should go to the mountain. I don’t want your mom to wear that dog's clothes, It barely covers her beautiful body” Sukuna protested.

“What??????? FINE!!!” you yelled. You were mad and stomped back to your room and closed the door loudly.

“This brat! You made your mom angry at me” Sukuna was about to walk through your door until he heard you yelled “Don’t get in my room, pervert”

Your daughter laughed at the scene she experienced. She was so happy. To her, Sukuna was like her own dad. She knew it was odd. However, she never knew her mom could be that happy, so was Sukuna. “No worries dad, I’ll tell her I lied. TO-MOR-ROW”

“What?? Tomorrow?? That's too long” Sukuna shouted.

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Ai’s 18 birthday was coming up. You planned to celebrate the big one with her and Sukuna. Thus, you went out to buy stuff with him. Sukuna was with you until Uraume appeared in the air.

“Lord, something happens with Ai” Urame informed.

Sukuna enlarged his eyes and looked at you before disappearing with Uraume. You assumed he was with you, so you kept talking to him and bought a lot of stuff until you got in the car and the phone rang.

You looked at the number and you knew it was Ai’s homeroom teacher, so you picked it up. “Ms. y/n, Ai passed out and we just sent her to the hospital. Please come here as soon as possible”

You kept wailing and spoke to Sukuna to protect Ai. Sukuna didn’t hear it because he was next to the bed of Ai. Sukuna patted Ai’s head. He told everyone to see what happened to his daughter.

Once you arrived, the doctor informed Ai had no problems with her health. She just passed out and they didn’t know she wouldn’t wake up. You were shocked to hear it. This was unbelievable. You couldn’t bear to lose your love again. At least if she was sick, it was better to know what was wrong, so the doctor could cure.  

You stomped down on the floor and cried. Your boss and colleagues came to be with you. You screamed again and again till you passed out. Sukuna looked at you painfully. He was mad to see both his daughter and you were on the patient beds where he could do nothing.

Urame happened next to him. “Lord, I found what happened with Ai”

Sukuna kissed your forehead and left with Urame. He went to the bridge where it was connected with the hell. He saw the tall and muscular man approaching until he was in front of him.

“The god of hell? I’m surprised you attacked a human. You know what I could do right?” Sukuna smirked.

“I’m not doing anything. It’s her fate. She shouldn’t have been born with that gift.” the god of hell told him.

“What do you mean?" Sukuna raised his bron.

“The love of you and her mom is very strong. It caused her daughter to be special. People with that special gift will have a short life” The god explained.

“I’m not here to listen to the nonsense thing. If Ai dies, I’ll destroy the human world and pay for the consequences later” Sukuna turned his back and was about to walk away.

“Well, there is the only way to save her” the god of hell confessed.

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You were still sleeping. Your skin felt the cool breeze and soft grass under your body.  A moment  later, you heard the husky voice calling your name. You shot your eyes open and saw Sukuna.

“Sukuna!” you shouted.

“easy my love” he chuckled.

You sat up straight and caught his face in your hands. The tears fell down on the grass. You brought his face close to you. You kissed his soft lips. Sukuna was shocked at first before one of his hands held the back of your head and another hand placed on your lower back.

It was a memorable kiss and it was the first kiss you both exchanged with each other. You smiled and pressed your forehead with him.

“I miss you” you told him

“I miss you more”

“I love you” you said.

“I love you with all my soul,” he laughed.

“I’m sorry” you told him.

“I’m sorry too”

“Stop copying me” you pouted.

“Hahaha I don’t. You said what I want to say”

“Sukuna, Ai..”

“I know and I find the way to help her. She won’t see me anymore, that's the only way, so I want to tell you. Take care of yourself and her. Live a happy life for me okay? Remember this I’ll always be with you. Find a good person who will take care of both of you, a real human like you” Sukuna kissed you before you asked any questions. His tongue twisted in your mouth like he wanted to remember your taste, feeling, and love.

On October 31st, Ai was woken up from the odd disease and on one knew. She turned 18 on that night and lost her special gift. She couldn't see any ghosts or souls anymore.

Both of you were sad for a while. Time passed, you both decided to do the same. You both talked to the air and pretended Sukuna was there. You both moved on with your life but never once you both forgot about Sukuna.

Ai got into a med school. She studied hard. She wished if she saved many lives in the future, the merit would be sent to Sukuna and he could be happy in his next life with her mom.

For you, you hadn’t had a relationship with anyone because you never forgot about Sukuna and you thought he would be with you all the time. You wouldn’t want Sukuna to see you with someone. Still he told you you could have anyone, you only wanted life with him.

It was something you didn’t know. Sukuna was gone since Ai woke up on that day. The god of hell traded Ai’s life with Sukuna's soul. The god of hell said Sukuna was the king of curse and the way he lived in the human world caused the supernatural events. It affected Ai because she was special which was born from the supernatural love between him and you.

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50 years later

Ai got married to Itadori Yuji. She had three children. She was a successful doctor and her husband was a successful business man. You were happy to see Ai had a warm family.

You never had any partner or remarry with anyone. You traveled around Japan and still talked to Sukuna though Ai never did that anymore since she graduated from med school. You really enjoyed spending time alone although you were now past 80 years old.

You bought the white cozy house next to the beach. You sat on the sofa and looked at the wide sea.

“Sukuna, you like the view? I really like the view. Umm, you know Ai told me she didn’t talk to you, but she still misses you. I do too. You know, I always pray to live with you in the next life. I want us to be happy. I love you so so much”

After you spoke to the warm breeze. Your eyelids slowly close. Your breath was soft and slower until it stopped.

…

You opened your eyes again and saw yourself in the garden. You walked around and saw the small clear puddle on the ground. You looked at it and saw your younger face like you were 18. You were bewildered until you heard a family voice.

“Y/n”

You turned to see who it was. You smiled like sunshine just like he remembered.

You shouted his name happily. “Sukuna!”  

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[dyns33]

The first

My last Dream!Daniel Hall x reader 

Careful : Spoilers if you haven’t read the comics, and so possible spoilers for the TV series. 

He was as scary as he was beautiful. That was Y/N's first thought when she opened her eyes and saw the man standing in front of her, completely white except for his eyes.

Despite her fascination and the desire to touch his face, she jumped up, a little frightened, staring at him before looking at the world around her, a colourful, limitless world, which seemed familiar to her and which she was nevertheless discovering for the first time.

Her reaction didn't disturb the man, who approached her, his face remaining impassive.

     "You seem troubled." he noted.

     "Who are you ? Where am I ?  I... Who am I ?"

     "You are a dream, and I am your creator, and master. We are in the Dreaming, my kingdom. There are many things to do, many dreamers who enter here, and your function now will be to welcome them when they will dream for the first time. You will show them all the possibilities of these places, all the feelings they can feel."

     "... All right ?"

Y/N wasn't sure she was capable of doing this, but she felt she didn't really have a choice. Her creator and master had spoken.

It wasn't as difficult as she had imagined. It was natural. As soon as a new dreamer came to her, she welcomed them. They didn't see her as she was, but as a promise, a mirage, something hazy, uncertain.

Like Dream himself, frightening and beautiful, attractive, curious, which made you want to come back the next night, and every other night.

This "job" as Matthew the raven called it, pleased her a lot. Again, this was very natural for her, and Y/N said at first that this was normal, since she was a dream and was created for this.

But after a while, she had the strange feeling that she was so good at it because she had done it before.

     "I don't know how to explain it. It's not just that. The Dreaming is familiar. Everything is familiar. But different."

     "Hmm." sighed the little raven, shaking his head. "I don't know if I should tell you if no one has. Maybe I should ask Lucienne first. But the Corinthian knows about it and he's fine. As good as a nightmare can be. The boss too."

     "Matthew."

     "Fine. You're not the first first dream. Happy ? There were some problems a few years ago. The boss... He's dead. But not dead. There was Daniel, then there was Dream. I knew Dream, not Morpheus... My friend. It was him but not him. He rebuilt the kingdom, he brought dreams back to life, but some didn't want to. They were all like 'You're not my master, he left, I left too, so leave me.' Which isn't wrong, but it wasn't very nice to say that to the kid anyway. So he had to recreate certain dreams. The first first dream was no longer there, so here you are. There is probably a little bit of them in you, voluntarily or not. That's why everything seems new to you, and old. You must probably understand how Dream feels. I sometimes have a hard time putting myself in his shoes, and yet I woke up with wings, when I had hands before."

The revelation came as a bit of a shock to Y/N, but she didn't mind that much. It didn't matter if she wasn't the first first dream. She was, that was the most important thing, and she felt like she was doing a good job.

What hurt her was when she saw a dreamer again a few years later, when he had grown old. He had gotten lost in the gardens of the Dreaming and she had wanted to help him back to the waters.

She remembered him perfectly, the baby who cried, then laughed in front of the colors and the lights.

He had absolutely no recollection of her.

After a quick tour through the dreams of several other dreamers, Y/N discovered that none of them remembered their first dream. They didn't even have a vague memory of her.

She then had the feeling that her work was useless. That she was useless. Normally, dreams could not be affected by Despair. Dream's sister knows that it's not a good idea to touch on her brother's subjects. Yet Y/N was filled with deep sadness, as well as strong anger, and she stopped welcoming humans.

This worried Matthew and Lucienne. It was not normal for a dream to disobey. It was more like a nightmare temperament. Y/N was in danger of going rogue, of rebelling, of trying to flee, and of harming their world, the dreamers, Dream, and herself.

The raven wanted to settle this matter between them, but after several attempts to reason with her without the slightest success, Lucienne made the decision to speak to Dream.

     "I have been informed that you are no longer fulfilling your task." said the creator of all the stories, finding Y/N in a cold, dark corner of the Dreaming.

     "So what ? It doesn't change anything. They don't remember me, they'll have other dreams. The first one will be another, which they'll also forget at the end."

     "That changes everything. Come with me."

He held out his hand, which she stared at for a long time, not knowing what to do. Dream never touched anyone, let alone let others touch him.

Slowly, she accepted to follow him, thinking he was probably going to punish her for her behavior, by locking her up somewhere, or undoing her. That was what had happened to the Corinthian, and many other dreams.

They went into the mind of a woman. Y/N remembered her, her first dream had been simple, sweet. Mainly sounds, her parents' voices and heartbeats.

When she saw Y/N, the woman smiled, the same smile she gave her as she listened to that symphony was based on little she had heard in her short life on Earth. There was something in her eyes.

     "She recognized me." Y/N whispered.

     "Yes and no. Humans often forget dreams, only keeping fragments of them when they wake up, when it's not nothing. And yet, they remember everything. Their minds keep all those moments, and sometimes, only sometimes it comes back to them. The others haven't really forgotten about you. They've had a lot of other dreams, besides their waking life. But you helped them, you were helpful."

     "I'm not so sure. Maybe I'm not good at this, if I lose my temper so easily."

     "It's true that being forgotten shouldn't trouble you so much." Dream said touching her shoulder reassuringly. "But you are a special dream, so you act different."

     "I don't understand."

     "You are not just a dream. Not a nightmare either. You are the first dream, which must show all the possibilities that this realm offers, all the ideas, all the feelings. The good and the bad sides. It is a big responsibility, and you've never failed in that task. They see you, and they don't forget you. Just like me."

The compliment took her by surprise, if it was just a compliment about her work. But when Y/N turned to look at him, Dream was gone.

She resumed her work, telling herself that what she was doing was important even though most of the dreamers didn't really remember her. They saw in them the strange mixture of fear, curiosity and serenity that she had inspired in them.

But if she returned to her post, it was mostly because she didn't want to disappoint Dream, her creator and master, now that she knew he was seeing her.

Even if she still feared him, after all he had the power to destroy her, she felt a weight in her chest every time she saw him, a warmth filled her and she had trouble not shaking.

It was normal for dreams and nightmares to love their creator. Well, most of the time they respected him and were afraid of his wrath, but they loved him deeply. Y/N then timidly asked Lucienne a question.

     "Can dreams... I don't know how to say that."

     "Just say it, dear."

     "Do dreams have relationships ? Love ones, I mean ?"

     "Hmm. Love is part of Desire's domain. But yes, there are times when dreams fall in love, dreamers or other dreams. It stays platonic most of the time."

     "And... And with Lord Dream ?"

     "Lord Dream has had many lovers, and has even been married. Although that was before... His change. I understand he has had a few conquests since then, but never anything serious or lasting. As always then."

     "No, I meant… Him and a dream ? Sorry if my question is out of place."

Lucienne didn't look shocked, so Y/N was a little reassured. Since he had created her, she didn't want to hear that he was like her father. She didn't see him as a father, she had appeared with the look and spirit she had today, she had never been a child, and he hadn't raised her.

The librairian confirmed to her that they were not a family. He was the creator, and they were the creations, but they had no blood relationship, and they were all beings in their own right.

If her question could seem shocking, it was more because they were not equal. Dream was superior, he offered them existence as he could take it back. Even if it was not forbidden to love her, he was insane to hope that it could be reciprocated.

"That being said, I could say the same thing of all the dreamers, elves, aliens, mortals... And he had relations with several of them. So to answer you, I don't know, because I don't think that he never laid down with one of us, but that wouldn't be impossible."

 It didn't help much Y/N, who didn't know what to do with these feelings at all. Being the closest to humans, and an entity that was neither totally a dream, nor really a nightmare, she felt lost in this vast world, and faced with this creator who often wandered alone in the corridors of his palace.

It took time and courage to go talk to him.

     "I was waiting for you." Dream said softly with a small smile.

     "Really ?"

     "I don't know if that's a good thing. If it's us, or memories of us."

     "Memories ?" Y/N asked, tilting her head.

     "My past self and the first dream were lovers. No one knows, no one ever knew. It was long before many things and beings were created here. It didn't end badly, but it ended all the same, both of us returning to our responsibilities, without hatred or animosity. Until the end. The first dream refused to return when Morpheus was no more, and now here we are. You are not them, and I am not him, and yet..."

Y/N wondered if the first first dream had thought the same as her upon opening her eyes and seeing their creator. Beautiful and frightening, before whom she was ready to fall on her knees and for whom she would agree to disappear.

     "And... Let's imagine that I'm me, and you're you... Will it be the same ending anyway ?"

The Master of Stories stared at her for a long time, his eyes filled with stars passing through her, before approaching and placing a hand on her cheek.

     "Whether we're like them or not, I knew I loved you the moment you appeared, and I always will."

     "It's hard to put words to what I feel, but I believe it's the same for me."

     "In that case..." Dream muttered, moving even closer. "Are you willing to be the first of my dreams to come true ?"

     "I am real."

     "You are. I wish you were completely mine, forever and ever."

     "I will still remain the first dream of others ?"

     "Of course, as I will remain Dream of the Endless. We have responsibilities. But that doesn't stop us from loving each other."

It probably wasn't that simple, because love was Desire's domain and Desire loved to cause trouble, but Dream was young and optimistic, Y/N wanted to believe him, so as they kissed for the first time, she decided that it was all more beautiful than frightening, and that they would see what Fate had in store for them later.

#sandman #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction #morpheus #morpheus imagine #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfiction #daniel hall #daniel hall x reader

[darklinsblog]

Happy Wife | Sandman Imagine

Summary: The birth of his daughter makes the King close the chapter of old love history to move on.

Pairing: Morpheus x Lilith! Reader

Requested: Yes

Part I

Screams echoed through the realm, as the queen Lilith gave birth to Morpheus’ child. You had been in labor for hours, your night gown was stuck to your skin due to the sweat, you were drenched, your husband couldn’t understand how you kept going even through the pain.

There was a point where you needed to stop, he could tell you were crying due to your puffy eyes, your hair was wet and you were struggling to breathe.

It was unfair for him to simply stand there and watch you pour your soul out to get this baby out, so he took his coat off, rolling up his sleeves and joined his wife on the bed.

“What on all evils’ name are you doing?” You asked breathlessly, at this point you could barely keep your eyes open, Morpheus got behind you, and he put his arms right below your breasts, so your spouse became this new weight of support to you, he pulled you up softly, helping you sit.

“Assisting the birth of our child” he said as you breathed heavily, Lucienne who was assisting the birth looked at you, you nodded. Letting her know you were ready.

“Okay, my Queen. Push!” You followed her instructions and taking a deep breath you pushed as hard as you could, your whole body tensed, your legs started shaking uncontrollably, you bit your lip trying your best to quiet down your pain, you held enclosed your arm around your husband’s wrist so hard, that if he wasn’t an Endless you would’ve surely snapped his arm bones in two.

You felt as the child descended from your insides, painfully slow, you went as far as you could before giving out, collapsing on your husband, laying your head on his shoulder while breathing through your mouth.

“Morpheus..” you whispered, making your husband look at your drenched face, in awe of you, even when you were exhausted and drenched in a mixture of fluids, you were dazzling to his eyes.

“Yes?”

“If you wish for another child, you would have to give birth yourself, you fucking bastard” Morpheus chuckled nervously as Lucienne looked at the queen in awe, somehow feeling she shouldn’t be listening to this. But there was still a child to be delivered.

“One last time, your majesty” Lucienne asked you, you sat down again.

“You got this, my love” your husband whispered in your ear.

You took a deep breath before pushing this new life out of you, your face went bright red and you screamed at the top of your lungs until all the pain stopped, the cries of your baby filled the room, Lucienne cut the cord that bind you to your child. She picked the baby softly wrapping the tiny being in a blanket and giving the child to their parents.

Morpheus held your baby as the placenta came shortly after the birth, you were drained, your whole body was shivering but now you could recover. It was a beautiful baby girl, that you named Cahya.

You had been taking care of your daughter for weeks now, both of you were tired but beyond happy with this beautiful life you had created, being able to take care of his daughter, Morpheus was reminded there was still an important conversation to have with his wife.

He went to see you, finding you putting down Cahya for her sleep, he was delighted by the sight, he approached you, holding your waist, you looked at your spouse smiling softly, you went outside to let your newborn sleep in peace.

Your husband held your waist and you grabbed your arms around his neck. “You remember when you asked me if I still loved Calliope?” you were taken back by his words, wondering why he was touching the subject now.

“Yes?”

“I’ve realized I didn’t express myself clearly before… I do have love for the memory of Calliope, but I am in love with you, with our life and that won’t change” his words were comforting, you smiled widely.

“You don’t need to reassure me, Morpheus. All that I needed to know you showed it to me the day Cahya was born” the Endless’ eyes soften, showing an immense tenderness. “You weren’t just there, you assisted the birth. There has not been a shadow of doubt about your commitment”

That was the honest truth, because you knew Morpheus better than anyone, he wouldn’t go out of his way to be in the birth and assist you if he didn’t love you.

If he loved Calliope he would not care about being present during the birth, much less go out of his way to ensure you would get through the birth. Because the past did not matter anymore, Morpheus heart and mind belonged to his present and future with you.

#sandman imagine #the sandman comics #sandman netflix #dream of the endless #morpheus dream #sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #tom sturridge x reader #dream x reader #morpheus #morpheus sandman #morpheus x reader #morpheus imagines #lord morpheus #sandman shitpost #sandman headcanons #sandman x y/n

[hollandorks]

shadows in the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter fifteen

summary: more than a year after the events of middle of the night, y/n and Bruce are happily engaged and working to lower the amount of crime in Gotham. However, a new killer calling himself the Riddler has other plans for their happiness…set during the events of the movie, mostly canonical, some changes made to fit the story

a/n: so sorry this took extra long to get uploaded! I was really unhappy with my first draft of the chapter and took some extra time to work on it, then the day I planned to post I had to go to the dentist for a gum infection and ended up scheduling to have my wisdom teeth removed. Yikes. The good news is, I’ll be trying to write tons and finish this and at least have the rest of the story written before surgery in about a month! 

word count: 3316

Y/n sank into a crouch, biting back a sob, as she watched the Gotham Project go up in flames.

Within a minute, Ollie was there, and then so was Bryn, and they held her and cried with her as all of their passion and hard work burned.

Y/n watched, numb, as months of hard work turned to ash. 

She was certain the fire had been set on purpose. She’d checked and rechecked everything before they’d opened, had every certification on the planet that deemed the building safe, and even then Bruce had hired someone else for a second opinion. 

There was no way it had burned down by accident, right? Maybe there had been lightning or something but–it was barely raining. 

The numbness spread through the rest of her as she watched the last of the flames disappear into plumes of smoke. 

“Shit,” Ollie said next to her, the first word any of them had spoken in a while. “This sucks.” 

“Yeah,” y/n said, voice rough from the combination of exhaustion and smoke. 

It had been so much work to get it started. Endless planning and paperwork and interviews. She had spent hours working every day as the space had been renovated. Hell, she’d even helped build things wherever the contractors would let her. She’d painted and sanded and hammered and hauled in furniture. She’d spent time doing interviews to get the word out, then interviewing potential staff. She’d spent hours figuring out how to order the things they needed and then ordering again when they inevitably ran out. She’d cooked and cleaned for weeks after they’d opened until she had enough employees.

It had been a passion project she hadn’t known she’d wanted. A project she hadn’t known she needed. Working on it had gotten her through a lot of the residual stress and trauma from almost dying the year before. How many nights had she woken from nightmares and gotten up to do paperwork so she wouldn’t wake Bruce? How many hours had she spent in the abandoned subway station working while he was out in the city? How many times did she go help people when she was feeling particularly small and insignificant? 

The work creating and then running the Gotham Project had given her a purpose when she’d had none. It was even what had started her going out into the city like Bruce did–because she could always be doing more for the city. 

And there it was, all of those hours, her literal blood, sweat, and tears–all just gone. 

Y/n’s phone started ringing sometime around when they finally got the fire put out. She wasn’t sure the smell of smoke would ever come out of her skin. The air was thick with it. 

“Shit,” she said when she saw the number. She wiped her eyes and glanced at Bryn and Ollie as they stared curiously at her. “It’s the hospital.” 

She stood from the curb where the three of them had been seated, and answered the call. 

“Hi, I’m so sorry for the late call. I’m calling on behalf of Mr. Pennyworth. He regained consciousness and was asking for Mr. Wayne, but we couldn’t get ahold of him. Your phone number was listed to call in case we couldn’t reach Mr. Wayne.” The woman’s voice was too perky for it being the middle of the night, y/n thought vaguely. 

Then her words sunk in. Alfred was awake. “No, yeah, thank you for calling. Thanks for letting me know. Can we–can we visit?” She hastily wiped at her eyes again. Finally, some good news. 

“Yes, of course. Visiting hours are technically over, but…since he’s only just now awake…” The woman’s voice softened. “I’m sure it will be fine.” 

Y/n thanked her again and hung up. 

Alfred was awake. 

She cursed again. There was still so much to do with the Gotham Project–or what was left of it. She’d had to fill out an incident report and was informed that, as soon as it was safe, the investigators had to go inside and see if they could find a cause. Then and only then would she be able to go inside and see what was left. 

“What is it?” Bryn asked softly. She pushed one hand on Ollie’s shoulder to help herself stand. Ollie grumbled and yanked on her arm in turn as he stood, too. 

“Alfred’s awake. I–I have to–” 

“Go,” Ollie said as he made a shooing motion with his hand. “We’ll take care of things here and call you if there’s anything else they need. And when they let us in I’ll document everything for you. Go be with your family.” 

“Yeah, we’ve got this,” Bryn said. She squeezed y/n’s hand. “Go.” 

Y/n went, calling Bruce as she did. She had no idea what he was doing, if he’d ever made it home from meeting Falcone. 

He answered almost immediately. “I got the voicemail from the hospital,” he said instead of a hello. “And your voicemail about the Gotham Project. Is everything okay?” 

“No,” she said truthfully. Her voice broke on the word. “It’s…gone. But–I’ll meet you at the hospital, okay?” 

“See you there,” Bruce murmured. He hung up without another word. 

At the hospital, she eagerly grabbed Bruce’s hand when she saw him at the reception desk. She had no idea how he’d beaten her there, but she didn’t care. Something within her settled slightly the moment she felt his fingers lace with hers. His hands were freezing. She wrapped both her hands around one of his for a moment to try and warm it. 

“Mr. Pennyworth is resting again,” the doctor informed them when they made it to Alfred’s room. “Feel free to go in and wait, though. His condition looks much more stable and I think surgery might not be necessary either. We’ll know more tomorrow.” 

Y/n let out a trembling breath, relieved. “That’s great news, thank you, doctor.” 

She and Bruce went and sat beside Alfred’s bed. 

“How’d the…visit with Falcone go?” she asked softly, afraid of waking Alfred up. 

Bruce shrugged. 

“That great, then?” she said, eyebrows raised. There was tension radiating off of him in waves. Her half-hearted joke didn’t seem to even register with him. 

“I…have to talk to Alfred about it first,” Bruce murmured. “I don’t…know what to think.” 

Y/n could see him pulling away from her as easily as if he were actually walking away. He was withdrawing into himself, shoulders curved, jaw tight. It was as if there was an ocean between them all of a sudden, the waters churning in a storm, uncrossable. She didn’t know how to reach him or how to make it better. She wasn’t sure she could make it better, not with the state of her own mind. 

“What happened at the Gotham Project?” Bruce asked after a moment. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of Alfred since the moment they’d stepped inside the room. 

“I’m not sure yet,” she said. She rubbed at her face. Her clothes smelled like smoke. Her body knew it hadn’t slept in much too long. Her muscles ached from the explosion and then sitting for so long on the curb outside the restaurant. She wanted to sleep. She wanted all of this to be over. “They’d just finished putting it out when I left. Then the investigators were going to go in and see what caused it. Bryn and Ollie stayed there, they said they’d call.” 

Finally, Bruce looked at her, but there was a flatness in his eyes that made her unbearably sad. “We’ll rebuild,” he swore softly. “As fast as the city lets us.” 

She gave him a watery smile. “I know,” she said. “But I just–it took so much work to get it started before…” 

She sighed and rubbed at her eyes again. She stood. “I’m going to go get some coffee. Want anything?” 

Bruce shook his head and looked back to Alfred. 

She gently squeezed his shoulder and set off in search of caffeine. 

When she came back, coffee cup clutched in her hands like a lifeline, she heard Bruce say, “You lied to me.” 

Something made her stop outside of the door and wait. This was a private moment between him and Alfred, and she didn’t need to be a part of it. 

But she also didn’t want to walk away. Bruce was drawing away from her, and she might not otherwise be able to hear about what happened with Falcone. She knew he would do his best to keep it to himself, to keep his pain to himself. He always did. Whether it was to protect her or to protect himself, she didn’t know. 

“My whole life,” Bruce continued, voice barely above a whisper. Y/n leaned against the doorframe just out of sight in order to hear better.  “I spoke to Carmine Falcone. He told me what he did for my father. About Salvatore Maroni.” 

Y/n closed her eyes. So the Riddler had been right. 

“He told you Salvatore Maroni…” Alfred started, voice uncertain. 

“Had my father killed,” Bruce said. Y/n had to bite her tongue to hold in the gasp. No wonder Bruce was so withdrawn. “Why didn’t you tell me all this? All these years I’ve spent fighting for him, believing that he was a good man.” Bruce’s voice shook with anger. 

“He was a good man,” Alfred said in a growl. “You listen to me. Your father was a good man. He made a mistake.” 

“A ‘mistake’?” Bruce scoffed. “He had a man killed. Why? To protect his family image? His political aspirations?” 

Y/n didn’t want to hear anymore of the pain in Bruce’s voice, but she couldn’t move away. 

“It wasn’t to protect the family image, and he didn’t have anyone killed. He was protecting your mother. He didn’t care about his image or the campaign, any of that. He cared about her, and you, and in a moment of weakness, he turned to Falcone. But he never thought Falcone would kill that man. Your father should have known that Falcone would do anything to finally have something on him that he could use. That’s who Falcone is. And that was your father’s mistake. But when Falcone told him what he’d done, your father was distraught. He told Falcone he was going to the police, that he would confess everything. And that night, your father and your mother were killed.” 

She fumbled for the seat in the hallway at Alfred’s words. It made a terrible sort of sense, didn’t it? When confronted by Bruce, Falcone blamed Maroni–who was already out of the way–and took the suspicion off of himself. 

“It was Falcone?” Bruce said softly after a beat. She ached to go in and comfort him, but this was between him and Alfred. She hadn’t known the Waynes, she hadn’t been around twenty years ago, so she shouldn’t insert herself into it. But she wished, more than anything, that she could take just a little bit of Bruce’s pain away. 

“Oh, I wish I knew for sure,” Alfred said, voice just as soft. “Or maybe it was some random thug on the street who needed money, got scared, and pulled the trigger too fast. If you don’t think I’ve spent every day searching for that answer–” Alfred stopped, the pain in his voice all too apparent. “It was my job to protect them. Do you understand? I know you always blamed yourself. You were only a boy, Bruce. I could see the fear in your eyes, but I didn’t know how to help. I could teach you how to fight, but I wasn’t equipped to take care of you. You needed a father. And all you had was me. I’m sorry.” The last two words were barely a whisper, almost lost in the noise of the hospital. 

Y/n wiped at the tears that were falling. Alfred and Bruce had both gone through so much. And they were still going through it. Was it better for them to have answers now, after all this time? Or was the Riddler simply stirring up shit that should have been left untouched? Because the pain she knew both of the men inside the room were feeling was too much, on top of everything else, for them to bear. 

And the Riddler had caused it. 

The Riddler, and probably Falcone. 

Y/n wished they were both dead. Hell, maybe they’d kill each other for some reason, and she and Bruce could be left out of it. It was wishful thinking, but it helped her feel better. 

“Don’t be sorry, Alfred,” Bruce was saying as y/n sipped on her coffee to ground herself from her anger and heartache. “God. I never thought I’d feel fear like that again. I thought I’d mastered all that. I mean, I’m not afraid to die.” Y/n couldn’t help the small gasp at the words, chest aching, even as Bruce continued, “I realize now there’s something I haven’t got past. This fear of ever going through any of that again. Of losing somebody I care about. Last year with the gala–” Bruce cleared his throat slightly. “And now, with all of this…” 

There was a rustle, like Alfred shifting. “I–is y/n alright? I never asked.” 

“She’s fine. She went to get a coffee. I…Alfred, I’m sorry.” Bruce’s voice broke, just slightly. 

“Don’t be sorry, I’m just glad you weren’t home. And I’m glad y/n is okay.” 

Bruce sighed, cleared his throat. “I know, but–I need to tell you something. I…when I saw it was you, my first thought was ‘thank God it wasn’t her.’ I–” 

Y/n had to wipe more tears away. 

“My dear boy,” Alfred said softly. “I’m glad it wasn’t her, too. Don’t feel guilty for having that thought. I’m getting to be an old man, and I would gladly die in her place. Or yours. You still have so much of your life ahead of you.” 

“Don’t say that,” Bruce snapped, but there was no real fire in it. “I don’t want to lose either of you, ever.” 

Y/n figured it was time to go inside. She stood, composing herself, and gently pushed open the door. 

“Alfred! You’re awake!” She didn’t have to feign her enthusiasm, even though she knew for a fact he’d been awake for the past several minutes. She paused at the foot of the bed, noticing that he and Bruce were clasping each other’s hands. She almost cried again at the sight. She set her coffee down on the tray to lean over and gently kiss Alfred’s cheek. “I knew your head was hard enough to survive an explosion,” she joked as she straightened, earning her a raspy chuckle. 

“Yes, well, it certainly feels like I’ve been blown up.” 

Y/n stood beside Bruce and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, squeezing gently. Maybe now they could go home and sleep some. Alfred was okay. He was awake. And he’d had a heart-to-heart with Bruce that had sounded much needed. 

“We should–” she said, but stopped when she saw Bruce and Alfred both looking towards the skylight in the room. 

Batman’s signal shone through the dark. 

Y/n’s phone started ringing. 

“Motherfucker,” she muttered, glaring up at the signal, then down at Bruce. “I’m going with you, and you aren’t arguing,” she said as she answered her phone. 

It was Bryn. “Y/n–” 

“Is everything okay?” she asked, because at this point she was assuming it was bad news. 

She wasn’t wrong. 

“They said it was most likely arson. And…” Bryn hesitated. There was a fierce, whispered conversation she couldn’t make out. Ollie, most likely. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” 

“They found something painted on the bricks on the back wall outside. The one thing that didn’t burn.” 

“Just tell her!” Ollie said in the background. 

Bryn sighed. “It said ‘rat’ in red paint.” 

Y/n blew out a breath. “Yeah, well, it was only a matter of time,” she said a bit bitterly. 

“Y/n…” Bryn said. “This is serious. Arson? Vandalism? You–” 

“Did you see the news earlier tonight? What the Riddler told everyone I did? It was only a matter of time. Send me pictures of everything, I’ll have to take care of stuff later.” 

“You can’t just–” Bryn started. 

Y/n interrupted, “I have to go. Thank you. You guys get some sleep, okay?” 

She hung up and found Bruce standing and watching her. Alfred’s eyebrows were raised underneath the bandages on his head. 

“Um. The Gotham Project was burned down earlier,” she said for Alfred’s benefit. She winced. 

“What?” 

“Bryn just called. The investigators said it was arson, and someone painted the word ‘rat’ on the bricks, too.” She sighed and rubbed her tired eyes. “Bruce, we should–” 

When she looked up again, his eyes were hard. He was angry. So was she. But there was nothing they could do about it at that moment. 

“Arson?” Alfred repeated as she and Bruce stared at each other. “They’re sure?” 

“I guess so. After the Riddler’s video…” 

“What video?” Alfred asked. 

“I forgot you’ve been unconscious for a while,” she said, but her joke fell on deaf ears. “The Riddler…outed me as the confidential informant in the case from last year. Within a few hours the Gotham Project burned down.” She shrugged even though there was a hard knot burning in the center of her chest. God, she just wanted to sleep. 

Alfred cursed impressively for a man with a head wound. “We should call–” 

“I have to go,” Bruce interrupted, voice almost a growl. “You two stay here.” 

“Nope,” y/n said, “I’m coming with you. I’m in this shit as much as you are now, if not more.” 

“Be careful,” Alfred said, interrupting whatever argument Bruce had been about to make. “I mean it.” It was his dad voice again. Y/n almost smiled. He really was feeling better if he was using it on them. 

“We’ll be back as soon as we can,” y/n said as she took Bruce’s hand and led him out. 

He waited until they were in the elevator to speak. “Arson?” He spat out the word. 

“The Riddler has a lot to answer for,” she said. “That’s just one thing on the list.” 

“I have to finish this,” Bruce said. He turned a tight circle in the small space, like he was full of too much pent up energy to stay still. 

“We have to finish this,” y/n said. She put a steadying hand on his arm. “And we will.” 

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. When she went to step out, Bruce caught her wrist and tugged her close. Their chests brushed as they breathed in tandem. He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. 

“What?” she asked softly as the elevator doors slid shut again. Bruce simply stared at her for a long moment. 

“I won’t let him take anything else from us,” Bruce said in a whisper. 

“I won’t either,” she said. 

He kissed her lightly, all of his pain and frustration and anger pouring into the kiss as surely as it was her own. 

“We shouldn’t keep Gordon waiting,” she murmured as he pulled away. “It’s cold as shit outside, he’s probably impatient.” 

Bruce took her hand. 

“I heard, um, your conversation with Alfred,” she told him as he led her to his car. They’d speed home, change, and swap cars as quickly as they could. “I’m sorry about–about your parents. About all of that.” 

She braced herself for Bruce to be angry at her eavesdropping, but he stayed silent as they pulled away from the hospital. 

“The Riddler has a lot to answer for,” Bruce finally said, “But so does Carmine Falcone. And I intend to collect on both accounts.” 

Y/n intended to collect from both of them, too. One way or another, they would pay for what they had done to Bruce, to Alfred, to her, and to the city. She was going to make sure of it.

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