#i have like three followers who will be returning for the next run since i've unfortunately gotten attached

[sekwar]

#sekwar’s art #artists on tumblr #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl follower #thorty #here's what i could remember from the last run i did #he got sacrificed only days after he joined ;n; #i have like three followers who will be returning for the next run since i've unfortunately gotten attached #i can't leave them behind! #so now all i have to do is wait until my laptop arrives

[wileys-russo]

leah being described as strict gave me a thought:

imagine dating her (the team knows) and since she’s captain and takes her role very serious, you get into trouble for not listening and talking to someone else on the team while you’re supposed to be doing drills and she makes you do a few extra drills which you’re obviously not happy about

so after trainings done and you’re at home with her you refuse to hold her hand or let her hug you and say that you’re too sore from the extra drills she made you do which Leah does not appreciate and it ends with her just grabbing you anyway until you give in since you secretly wanted to hug her and were just throwing a little tantrum

thank you if you do write it 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

drill sergeant II l.williamson

"ky there is literally no way thats possible." you scoffed with a shake of your head, sat in your cubby next to hers as the girl was avidly recounting how she built a house of cards last night using 101 cards.

"ask teyah!" kyra nodded as her eyes searched the room for her blonde roommate. "she's already doing her program in the gym." alessia chuckled on your other side, also doubtful of the young australians tall tale.

"i did do it, i'm being serious swear!" kyra whined with an annoyed huff as both you and alessia shared a look. "well its like the little boy who cried wolf. maybe if you lied less we'd be more inclined to believe you!" you grinned as clapping sounded.

"get movin girls! pitch in two minutes or its a fine and laps." your girlfriend shouted, clapping her hands as there was a thunder of cleats clicking against the floor as you and alessia scrambled to tug your own boots on, kyra darting off.

"if we get laps because of her big mouth-" the blonde striker huffed, standing to her feet having gotten her laceless boots on in milliseconds as you hurried to tie your own laces.

"relax lessi! i've got the girlfriend card to play and you get protection as the best friend of the girlfriend." you grinned, jumping up and slinging an arm over her shouder.

"future maid of honour of the girlfriend!" alessia reminded with a wag of her finger as you pushed her hand away with a grin and both beelined it out of the change rooms.

unfortunately for you two you were the last to the pitch, and with kimmy out with a flare up in an old hamstring injury it left leah to run the pack beneath jonas who would be a little late this morning due to a meeting.

"right you two. thats a ten pound fine and a lap then stretch, if you're not back in five its another!" leah barely glanced at the two of you as alessia groaned loudly and you stared at your girlfriend in disbelief.

"clocks started girls, move it!" she called seriously over her shoulder as alessia sighed in defeat and started to run, you eventually following after her as leah continued to ignore your looks sent her way as she focused on warm ups.

"so about that girlfriend card?" alessia shot you an unimpressed look as you rolled your eyes. "declined!" you huffed, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as you saved your breath and jogged the pitch.

it appeared you'd returned just in time as leah sent you both a nod and gestured for the pair of you to stretch, turning her back to converse with kelly who'd just arrived to help out. kyra sent the two of you a guilty smile as alessia's blue eyes shot daggers her way and you couldn't help but smile.

"leave her be she didn't mean any harm less." you chuckled, knocking your shoulder into alessia but a little harder than intended, and given your best friend was horizontally challenged she was sent tumbling to the ground accidentally taking frida down with her who in turn grabbed onto lia who joined the small pile up.

"oi! whats going on?" leah was there within seconds with a scowl as laughter errupted from the team and the three girls helped one another up, alessia's face burning bright red as she shoved you.

"you two, lap again! grow up." leah scolded, returning back to kellys side as your jaw dropped. "for fuck sakes." you grumbled under your breath, alessia sprinting off this time as you jogged, making sure to send your girlfriend a look which she seemingly stared right through as if you weren't there.

that made you frown, then lost in your own thoughts you hadn't realised alessia had long finished, choosing to sprint it to get it over with faster as by the time you returned everyone had already paired off for drills.

which of course, left you with leah.

"next time you dawdle its sit ups, come on." the blonde nodded, tapping a ball your way as you mocked her under your breath but followed, the two of you completing the drill in silence.

normally the taller girl would be talking your ear off as she had been ever since she was able to touch grass again, elated to finally be back with the team.

you weren't sure where the disconnect had grown from, as she was her usual self all morning, in the car ride over here and at team breakfast. yet here she was barely able to look at you without shaking her head in annoyance and it begun to grate at you.

things seemed to worsen throughout the session as time after time leah would use you as an example for simple comments or mistimed mistakes which would normally be overlooked or a warning.

it wasn't just you who would be punished, a lot of the girls settled into their own extra drills with a sigh as they were called out for slacking off or chatting, but it felt personal as it seemed leahs eyes were constantly watching and waiting for you to slip up.

you tried your very best to take them on the chin and tell yourself she was just doing her job as stand in captain, you knew she'd been nervous at taking back the mantle up with having had so much time off due to her injury, but you'd had weeks of training with her now without any issues.

"oi! did i say run your legs or run your mouths? 30 push ups, the pair of you!" leah yelled as kyra jabbed her fingers into your sides making you laugh loudly and tell her off, your face falling as kyra sighed and dropped to her stomach.

"leah she just poked me, thats hardly a contact violation or a reason to punish either of us. lay off would you!" you rolled your eyes, having had enough of the little comments and gestured for kyra to stand up, the australian looking nervously between you and leah.

"no kyra keep going. you too, drop!" leah warned crossing her arms over her chest and staring you down as the two of you locked eyes unwavering. but with a few murmured warnings to let it go from your teammates and you dropped, grumbling angrily under your breath as you went.

by the time you'd finished it was time for a round robin of games, something leah thankfully would only be a participant in as jonas and the coaching staff took the reigns.

focusing in on the game you tried to use it to let out the last of the frustration toward your girlfriend which was bubbling just below the surface, pushing hard as you could to score which paid off.

"get in, super boot strikes again!" you couldn't help but grin as beth jumped onto your back as your team won their final game, jogging around and twirling her for a moment before placing her back down on her feet.

training called for the day you ignored the smile sent your way by leah as she approached you, turning on your heel and hurrying to wedge yourself inbetween lotte and alessia, slinging your arms over their shoulders.

"lift me!" you demanded hanging off of them and causing all three of you to slam down into the ground, a tangle of sweaty limbs and laughter as you all peeled yourself off one another. "you do that every time and every time you never learn it doesn't work!" lotte groaned rubbing her neck as the three of you wandered into the change rooms.

"or the two of you need to learn how to lift me!" you grinned latching on and swinging between them as again all three of you tumbled to the ground.

"you are the worst." alessia groaned causing you to reach out and smack her, lotte standing with an amused roll of her eyes as the pair of you rolled around for a minute, the other girls stepping over you as if you both weren't there.

"practicing your wrestling are we babe? wrong sport i think." you looked up to meet leahs eyes and let go of alessia, standing to your feet and brushing the dust off your training uniform, choosing not to make a comment and striding over to your cubby.

your girlfriend gave you a strange look but just put it down to you being tired, waiting patiently for you to shower and change. "ready?" the blonde asked with a smile, sat at your locker and twirling her keys around her finger.

you blanked her once again, reaching past her to grab your bag, accidentally smacking her in the head with it as you turned and strode out of the change rooms. rubbing her head with a frown leah looked at alessia for help who held her hands up mumbling she wasn't getting involved before leah hurried after you.

you must have sprinted your way out of colney because she didn't catch you until she arrived at her car where you stood waiting, arms crossed and sunglasses covering your eyes. normally you'd wait for her to open the door for you, rewarding her with a kiss and a joke about chivarly.

but the moment leah unlocked her car you were sat right inside, tossing your bag on the backseat and shrinking away from her, pushing her hand away as it rested on your thigh as normal.

"alright whats wrong? why are you being like this?" leah scowled in confusion and annoyance at your dismissive behavior. much to her continued frustration you ignored her, busying yourself with your phone as leah sighed and shook her head, driving off none the less.

every attempt at conversation ignored leah gave up, drowned out by your continued turning up of the radio as you stared out the window.

finally arriving back to your shared home you were just as fast to exit the car as enter, grabbing your bag and wrestling your keys out, letting yourself in as leah followed behind.

"right, thats it!" the blonde huffed as you slung the door shut in her face, yanking it open and storming in after you. "whats up your ass then?" leah snatched the remote from you and held it out of reach, raising an eyebrow clearly expecting a response.

when she didn't get one, the anger faded.

"babe!" leah whined, throwing her head back with a groan. "i miss you, gimme a cuddle cmon." leah flopped herself basically on top of you as you pushed her off and tucked your limbs into your body.

"baby!' leah groaned again, trying to yank your arms open to settle into them. "sorry i'm a bit tired from the laps and the sit ups and the sprints and push ups the stand in gaffa had me doing for no reason!" you finally snapped, shooting her a glare and scooting your body away from hers.

realizing now why you were behaving this way leahs lips curled into a smile which only furthered your infatuation with her. "stop giving me that stupid fucking smirk before i smack it off your face!" you warned, leahs grin growing as she raised her eyebrows as if to challenge you to even try.

"oh babe, you cannot seriously be mad at me over that?" leah chuckled, scooting her body closer as you tried to expand the distance but having reached the end of the sofa you were stuck.

"over that? leah you singled me out, picked on me and didn't get off my ass the entire session, and for the most stupid shit!" you seethed, your girlfriend grabbing your legs and tugging them into her lap.

"you were mucking about love and you had plenty of warnings." leah smiled, fingers tracing lines up and down your calves as you huffed and stared away from her. "didn't we long ago make an agreement about not letting our relationship affect us on the pitch?" the blonde continued.

"whats that got to do with anything?" "well, it would mean that i don't give you any special treatment." "the way you singled me out today sure felt like special treatment!"

"baby-" you didn't give her the chance to finish, kicking her hands away and swinging yourself to your feet, thumping off to the kitchen. "oi, stop running away before you let me finish." leah followed after you, watching as you rummaged through the fridge still ignoring her.

"if i give you special treatment and let you get away with-" once again you didn't let her finish, ducking under her arm and returning to the living room, flicking on the tv and shoving the remote into your pocket.

it was only a few seconds before the grinning blonde blocked your view, staring down at you as you met her eyeline with a glare and averted your eyes.

"if i treat you any differently than the other girls just because we're together, i'd be a bad captain. its the same at england camps and i've never once heard you complain!" leah continued as you stayed silent once more.

you were surprised as she seemingly gave in and sat down beside you, though of course that was a generous assumption as instead your girlfriend switched tactics to gain your attention.

"fuck off." you mumbled after her foot dug into your hip for the fifth time, shoving her legs aggressively away from you making the defender smirk. "no, give me attention." leahs legs swung repeatedly into your lap as you continued to push them off.

as time passed by without leah having any success her amused smile melted into a frown of frustration. "fine, you leave me no choice!" leah suddenly stood and before you could even blink her hands were wedging under your arms and tossing you over her shoulder.

"leah put me down!" you smacked her back with your hands as she carried you upstairs with ease. "stop ignoring me, you're bein childish." leah threw you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you before you could move.

"i'm being childish!" you scoffed in disbelief with a roll of your eyes. "glad you agree babe." leah grinned as you shot her a glare. "now since we're home and captain williamson is still at colney, how about your girlfriend gives your poor tired legs a massage?" leah smiled, propping her head up on her hand.

"its a massive turn off to hear you talk about yourself in the third person." "leah disagrees."

you tried to hold back a smile at that but you cracked, the corners of your mouth curling upward. "leah see's that little smile, can't hide from her." your girlfriend beamed, kissing all over your face as you gave in with a sigh, unable to really be mad at her anymore when she was her normal charmingly sweet self.

"girlfriend leah is still very happy to give you a massage baby girl." "stop!" you gave a half groan half laugh at her repeated use of her own name.

"i'll take the massage though, least you can do after picking on me all day." you frowned, pouting your lips upward as your girlfriend who knew you all too well ducked down to press her own against them for a moment.

"my poor baby, picked on by her big bad mean captain." the blonde cooed mockingly once she'd pulled away, squeezing your cheeks between her hand.

"yeah she's awful, so stern and rigid and uptight. sort of miss when she was sidelined and her coaching wasn't so hands on!" you sighed, squealing as leahs slender fingers dug into your ribs for the comment.

"oh i'll show you just how hands on i can really be my girl."

#woso #woso x reader #leah williamson #engwnt #woso community #woso blurbs #woso imagine #woso fanfics #leah williamson x reader

[co-sharkie]

(POLY) WWE’s Himbo BFs when your dads find out

Kevin Owens has been like a father figure to you ever since you joined WWE. When Randy Orton made a return, he had also taken up the same role.

Both of them were there when you needed anything and somehow always managed to show up when you were in trouble to help.

It was comforting at first, but then you got worried when you started dating both Grayson Waller and Austin Theory.

Both duos were constantly head to head.

The boys knew how close you were to Kevin and Randy. They honestly thought it was funny that no one knew about you three being together.

It was a good few months before anyone found out. It was Bianca Belair who had seen you with Austin. She congratulated you two and went on her way, promising to keep it quiet.

Until she saw you two days later with Grayson. Then she was a little confused. She asked you about it the following day, and you had to expose your secret.

Again, she promised to keep quiet and soon Naomi knew. It wasn’t a big deal, you three were just a little worried.

Austin and Grayson knew they would be dead if Randy and Kevin found out.

Majority of the roster knew that if you got hurt in any way, those two would burn the place down.

You sat at the table across from Kevin and Randy. They had invited you for dinner after your victory in the ring. Luckily, it was late so the restaurant was not packed and no one seemed to recognize any of you.

"So..." Randy put his fork down on his plate and folded his hands on the table. "I've been hearing some rumors that you have been seeing someone?"

You choked on your drink. "Oh really?" You nervously laughed. "What's the details on that...?"

Kevin looked between you two. His eyes narrowed like he knew you had a secret. How he always knew was a surprise to you. "Someone Kevin and I are all too familiar with..." Randy stared at you. His eyes burning a hole through you. "Someone named... Grayson Waller."

You find interest in the wood grain of the table. You could hear Kevin abruptly stand up. His chair fell back onto the floor. A few patrons looked over to observe the scene. "Waller!? You're dating Waller!?"

You held your hands out to Kevin, trying to get him back into his seat. "Please calm down! I promise it's not as bad as it seems."

Kevin stormed off, presumably to the bathroom to run some water over his face. You held your head in your hands. "Why did you have to say that, Randy?"

Randy chortled. "It had to come out one way or another."

"But here? Really?" You ran your hands down you face. "This couldn't have been a private conversation?"

It was another ten minutes before Kevin returned to the table. His face was no longer red and he seemed much more calm. It surprised you how fast he was able to calm himself after hearing the news.

He sat back in his chair that Randy had picked up earlier. He put his hands together and looked at you before saying, "I may have overreacted, I apologize. We can talk about this later." He forced a smile and finished eating. The table was silent the rest of the night.

A few days after the dinner, you still have not spoken to Kevin or Randy about your relationship with Grayson.

You immediately told both boys, which resulted in Grayson almost fainting.

"How did he know?? I'm gonna die!"

You had to reassure Grayson he would be fine, and that Kevin wouldn't actually kill him.

The night of the next show, Grayson and Austin were with you backstage.

Grayson ran off to grab some drinks from catering while Austin stayed in the quiet corner of backstage with you. You three would always find the most desolate spot before interacting with each other. So far, it worked in keeping your relationship concealed.

Austin held both of your hands in his while you two talked. The boys had a match later and wanted you to see it. They've been wanting you to come out to the ring with them ever since you all started dating, but it was discussed that it would be better if you didn't.

"You don't think Randy or Kevin are going to go out there, right?" Austin asked. Even though he wasn't caught, he was still worried. Kevin and Randy could both be extremely unhinged.

"No, I doubt it. If you're that scared, I'll distract them during your match." You smiled.

Austin playfully rolled his eyes. "I'm not scared, babe. Just don't want them to interfere with our match." Austin leaned down to give you a kiss. When your lips met his, you heard familiar voices.

"There you are." Randy called out your name. "I brought you some-"

Randy paused and Austin slowly pulled away from you. Austin and you stared at Randy, who looked like he was about to drop the plate of cake he had in his hands. "Ok, I'm scared." Austin whispered.

Moments after, with all three of you still frozen, Kevin came around the corner. Kevin stopped, and you gave him a pitiful smile. "Please don't freak out." You pleaded.

Kevin pointed to both you and Austin, jaw dropped." What is going on here? Why are your hands on her hands?"

"Because... we are dating..." Austin managed to stumble out.

Kevin looked at Randy with confusion. "I thought you said she was dating Waller, not Theory."

"I thought she was, too!" Randy and Kevin started arguing. Kevin blaming Randy for giving him false information and Randy trying to defend himself.

You and Austin slowly started backing up while they were distracted with each other. Your stealthy get away was foiled when Grayson had finally returned. "Hey, babe, they didn't have the gatorade flavor you like so I just got you water."

Grayson was too busy struggling to hold a bunch of drinks and snacks in his arms to notice Kevin and Randy. Both older men had stopped arguing and their necks snapped to look at Grayson.

Austin had called to Grayson through gritted teeth. Grayson finally looked up and you thought you saw his soul leave his body. "Oh no." He squeaked.

"Did you just call her 'babe'?" Kevin's eyes were wide with ferocity. You couldn't tell if it was from surprise or the intent to murder.

"Ok, let's just all calm down." Randy put a hand on Kevin's shoulder. "We can talk this out, we don't need any blood."

Austin still stood next to you, holding one of your hands. Grayson was a bit off to the side of you, frozen in fear with little baggies of snacks threatening to fall from his grip. Kevin's breathing increased and you were certain that if Randy didn't have a hold on him, he'd be charging one of your boys through the cement walls.

"So, which one of them are you actually dating? Or is this all just an elaborate... rebellion prank or something?" Randy tried to get his thoughts out.

"Randy, uh..." You struggled to find the way to express your relationship with both of the boys in a way Randy and Kevin could understand. "I'm with both."

Kevin looked at you with his jaw tight and his eyes wide. "Like... a throuple?" Randy questioned.

You nodded. Austin had shuffled behind you, getting increasingly uneasy with Kevin's expressions. Randy looked between you three, as did Kevin.

"Well, I was prepared for one of them, but not both." Randy laughed.

Kevin gave Randy a look. "You're just fine with this? I wasn't even prepared for Waller!"

"Hey, if they're happy, who am I to get between it." Randy guided Kevin to the side, ushering him to leave. Randy handed you the plate he was holding that whole time. "Here's that cake I got for you. Be good, kids!"

Once Kevin and Randy were out of ear shot, Grayson dropped to his knees and let out the breath he seemed to be holding that entire time. "That went better than I thought." Austin said.

"I thought I was going to die..." Grayson mumbled.

"You're so dramatic, get up." You pulled Grayson back up with a small laugh. You pat his back and took a few things from his arms, then planted a kiss on his cheek. "You guys need to get ready for your match."

#wwe x reader #grayson waller x reader #austin theory x reader #wwe fanfiction

[jpmarvel90]

Absent

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Relationship: Scarlett x Reader

Summary: Scarlett is away more than she's at home, leaving her wife with the kids. When a project means that Y/n is once again pushing back her own work, tension builds and a fight is soon to follow.

Word count: 5550

Y/n's POV:

From the outside looking in, we look like the perfect happy family. A wife and three kids, a nice home and lucky enough to not have to worry about money. What people don't see is the strained relationship and the exhaustion that I feel with every passing day.

I have been married to Scarlett for 6 years and we have three beautiful children. Noah who is four and our 18 month old twins, Izzy, and Mia. We met through a photoshoot she was doing for the Avengers. It wasn't my usual gig, but I'm friends with Kevin Feige and he had asked if I would do photography for the movies. It worked well as I could fit it around the work at my studio and I met the love of my life.

Due to Scarlett's work schedule, we agreed that I would carry any kids that we wanted. So, I closed up the studio when I had Noah and it's been closed ever since. This wasn't the plan though. When Noah turned one, Scarlett was supposed to slow down with her work so it would allow me to return part time. However, she was at the height of her career and was getting offers she just couldn't turn down.

At the time it wasn't the end of the world. I loved being with Noah, he was such an easy baby. Just being in his presence made me so happy. Knowing we wanted another kid. I agreed that I would wait before returning to work until our next children were one.

Once the twins were born our family felt complete. Scarlett took time off for a couple of months when they were born, and it was perfect. Just the five of us living our best life. But then more projects started again for Scarlett, and she would be away filming for all these different projects. We made the decision to stay in New York as we would be close to her family. But it meant that she was often having to go to LA or Atlanta for filming.

I love Scarlett more than anything in this world. Well, level with the kids. But I sometimes feel that she loves acting that little bit more than me. The twins are a lot more work than Noah was which has in turn caused Noah to act out as he feels like they get all the attention. I'm often enemy number one for him. Then Scarlett comes home and she's his saving grace.

I'm exhausted. I barely sleep as the twins still like to wake during the night. I then find I spend the day being a kid herder to make sure they're fed and happy. I'm hoping that once Noah starts school, it'll come a little easier. But at the moment, my time when the kids are asleep isn't spent on me, it's spent on cleaning the home, doing the laundry. I need my wife to help me.

Now you're probably thinking, don't suffer in silence. How is she supposed to know if you don't tell her. Well, I have. We had a long discussion about it before she left for her last project in Atlanta. She has promised that everything is going to change once she's home. She's going to be more present and we're going to be that happy, perfect family again.

She's due home today, and I'm excited to get back to where we were. I know the kids miss her so much whilst she's away. She's missed a lot with the twins, their first words and steps. Both happening whilst she was in Atlanta. It's almost like they're different kids to when she left.

As soon as she walks through the door, she's practically knocked off her feet as Noah runs to her, his little arms wrapping around her legs tightly. I smile as she bends down and picks him up, peppering her face with kisses. "My little prince! I've missed you so much!" She coos, holding him close. "I missed you too mommy." He responds with a big grin.

She notices me holding both twins and her eyes sparkle. I place them down on the floor and they both waddle over to her and I see tears brim her eyes at how much they have grown. "Wow! Look at my babies! You've grown so much!" She says excitedly as she bends down to scoop them up in her arms. Their giggles ring out as she peppers their faces with kisses like she had with Noah. Who was still clinging to her leg by the way.

After she's greeted the kids, she makes her way towards me and gives me a quick peck as her hands are currently full. "Hi babe. I missed you more than I can express." She shares. Looking in her eyes, I can see it's the truth. "I missed you to my love. I'll take your bags upstairs and join you in the living room." I tell her, which earns another kiss in thanks.

That evening is perfect, we spend it together as a family for the first time in a long time. The kids are so happy to have their mom home and are attached to her at every minute. I happily make us dinner so she can enjoy the love from the kids. Knowing that I'll get my chance this evening.

The excitement of having their mom home makes it easy to get the kids to sleep today. I watch with a permanent smile on my face as Scarlett says goodnight to each of them. Grateful that she's finally home.

We get into bed early ourselves and enjoy being back in each other's company. She fills me in on all the excitement of her filming and how Lizzie is planning on a visit soon to come and see the kids. Apparently, she needs some niece and nephew time.

The next few weeks are amazing. Everything is how we had planned it. Scarlett only had a couple of meetings here and there, but otherwise she was around, being the amazing mom that she is. For the first time I feel like I'm not run into the ground. Getting time with the kids, but also for myself and with my wife.

Once evening, we're sat having a glass of wine after the kids have gone to bed and I'm shocked at what comes out of Scarlett's mouth. "I want another baby." She admits, her eyes burning into me as she waits for my reaction. I choke on my wine at her comment, looking at her and seeing that she's totally serious. I take a moment to think of my response. We had talked about having three kids but didn't expect the twins. I just assumed we had finished.

"Are you ready to carry?" I ask. She had always wanted to carry for herself, but her schedule just never really enabled her to. Maybe now she's slowing down she feels like it's time. "I thought you could carry them. You've done an amazing job with them, and I love when you're pregnant." She smiles at me. "But my studio is opening back in two months. It would be bad for business if I were to close it again within the year. I thought you wanted to carry anyway." I ask her.

"I do. But with this next project taking me to the Czech Republic, it'll be difficult and I'm getting older. I'm not as young as you remember." She responds with a chuckle. "What project in the Czech Republic?" I ask her, shocked as it was the first I had heard about it. "For Jojo Rabbit. I had the meeting last week. I told you, didn't I?" She says as if I just forgot that my wife had another project away from home.

"No, you told me you were having dinner with Taika. Nothing more. But I thought you were taking a break for a while so I could get back into work." I return, not really believing that she's done this. "Can't you just postpone it? This movie is something special and I'm really excited about it." She says as if I'm not excited to finally be getting back to work. "I've already postponed it once Scarlett. When you went to New Zealand for Ghost Shell. We talked about this. It was my turn to be able to get back to work Scar." I try not to raise my voice, but the frustration is there.

"It's just three months and then I'll be home." She tries to defend. "Which is when you'll then be doing reshoots for Marvel and back in Atlanta for a month. We're not just here for you when you want us you know." I say, the frustration getting the better of me. "Excuse me?" She asks offended. "When was the last time you were home for more than a month at a time?" I question her, standing from my seat and starting to pace.

I look to her when she doesn't answer. She doesn't remember. "I love the kids more than anything Scar but they are a lot of work. The twins never sleep through the night and Noah hates that they get a lot of my attention. Which would be fine if there were two parents here to even the load but there's not." I huff and she let's out a low laugh. "Oh, come on Y/n, they're as good as gold when I'm home." She defends.

I just scoff at her assumption. "Because they miss you and want to be on their best behaviour for you. I'm always the bad guy. The one getting yelled at by Noah because I can't take him to the park because the twins have tough and tumble. I've lost count of how many times he's shouted that he hates me. Still hurts each time though." I start to ramble, all the stress and anxiety seeping out of me.

"I'm constantly exhausted, because I'm either with the kids, or cleaning up after them. I don't get time to myself. And on top of that I miss my wife. We were meant to go through the journey of having kids, together. But I've never felt more alone. My own needs and dreams always come in behind the kids and you. Starting work again was something for me. Not just something I want, but something I need. To show me that I'm more than just a mom!" I yell my rambling thoughts and I can see that they are shocking Scarlett. She's not even responding anymore.

"Do you even want to be apart of this family anymore or are we just a chore? Because as soon as you're home, it seems like you're always looking for a reason to leave." Sadness fills my voice with my last question. Tears falling down my face as I admit how I've truly been feeling.

"How could you even ask that. I love you and the kids more than I can express. You own my heart and the thought of not having you physically hurts." She defends. "But you barely have us Scarlett. A couple of weeks here or there and you're off again." I shot back, once again stunning her.

We sit in silence, just the sound of a clock ticking breaking it. I'm sat on the sofa opposite her, the physical space between us representing the gap in our relationship. "I don't know if I can keep doing this." I whisper, almost afraid to admit it. Scarlett's head snaps up at my words, fear filling her eyes. "I feel like I have given everything, and I've not got anything left." The admission rolls of my tongue without me even meaning too. "What do you mean Y/n?" She asks, panic lacing her voice as she stands and takes a seat next to me. "I have been more than accommodating for your career. I understand that you love it. But I'm asking you to love us more." I look her directly in her eyes as I speak.

"I won't let you pick work over us again." I state firmly. "What? No, Y/n. Please. You can't leave me. I love you so much. I love the kids! Please what can I do." She pleads, cupping my face as we both cry. "Put us first." I reveal. She looks at me unable to answer and it's my fear come to life. She's going to pick her work over her family.

We're interrupted when we hear little footsteps on the floor. "Hi my prince. Are you ok?" I ask, quickly wiping at my eyes and going to him. "Why is mommy crying?" He asks, pointing at Scarlett. "Did you make her cry?" He turns to me with a fierce look in his eye. "No buddy we're just..." But he doesn't me finish. "Don't make my mommy cry! You'll scare her away like you always do! I hate you!" And there it is. The words he loves to say to me these days.

I fight back the tears of pain and move towards him, but he hits my hand away. "NO!" He shouts. "Noah, please. Let me explain." I try but he shakes his head again. "NO! Why can't you be the one that goes and not mommy." His words feel like a knife to my heart. I hear a gasp from Scarlett as she walks towards us. "That is not how you talk to Mama, Noah!" She tells him off. He just stomps his foot and rushes back upstairs repeating his hatred for me as he goes.

Scarlett places a hand on my shoulder, but I shake it off. "He doesn't mean it." She speaks softly but I just scoff at her words. He does. "I can't do this. I'm going to bed. I'll take the guest room tonight." I say, not giving her time to respond before dashing upstairs and shutting myself away. I've never felt so lost, and I don't know if I'm ever going to find my way out.

Scarlett's POV:

I'm shocked at how Noah just acted with Y/n. He's always such a sweet kid. I could see how much his words hurt Y/n as the light went from her eyes. I tried to offer some comfort, but she shrugs me off. Before I know it, I'm alone in the living room with my thoughts. I've fucked up.

I've been so blinded by my love of my job that I've failed to see the damage it's doing back home. Y/n has always been so accommodating, but I've really taken advantage of that kindness and I think that I may have pushed her too far. I think I may have lost her.

I know that Y/n needs time and me rushing into her room will just start another argument. So, I decide to deal with the gremlin first. He should never talk to Y/n like that. Not that I have anyone to blame but myself. I head up to his room and find him sat pouting on his bed. I smirk a little as he looks just like Y/n in this moment. I take a seat next to him on his bed and he goes to cuddle me, but I stop him.

"We need to talk Mister." I tell him firmly. "Why did you talk to mama like that?" I question him. "She is always busy with the twins and makes you sad, so you go away." He responds. His pout still firmly on his face. "Mama isn't the reason I go away bud. I go away for work. Which means that mama is the one that is here to look after you and your sisters." I try to explain. "I wish you were here and not her." He repeats his point from earlier.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, is it? You'd be sad if mama wasn't around, wouldn't you?" I probe and he thinks for a moment. "But you would be here so I would be happy." He turns to look at me. Wow, I have really managed to make my kid hate his mama because he thinks she's the reason I'm not around. God I am so stupid. "Noah. Come on. I know that you don't want her to leave. Do you understand that what you said to her earlier hurt her and made her sad?" I ask, hoping his sympathetic natures comes through.

His eyes look to mine with worry. "I don't want her to be sad." He mumbles. "I just miss you and want to have more time to play with her when you're not here." He defends. "Oh buddy. That is all my fault. I am away too much and that is all on me not mama. And because I'm away, it means she has to work twice as hard to look after you all so doesn't always have the time to play. So, if you hate anyone it should be me." I admit. He shuffles closer to me and cuddles to my arm. "I could never hate you mommy." He comforts me. "You should never hate mama either." I say with a firm tone, making his gaze drop. "I know. I just get sad." He admits. "And that's ok. But you should never be mean to mama ok." He nods and pull him into a hug. "Tomorrow, you're going to apologise to mama, and we'll do something nice to make her feel better." I tell him and he agrees.

I tuck him back into bed and make my way back downstairs to clean up. It's not too late, but it feels it without having Y/n with me. I miss her. How ridiculous is that? She's only been gone an hour and I miss her. She's always here when I'm home. It's what I love so much.

I can't stop thinking about everything that she said. I hate that she could ever question that I don't love her or the kids more than my job. I know that's all on me, I should have made the effort to show her that more. When it comes to it, I can live without acting, but I can't live without Y/n.

I end up calling my mom and she spends most of the call scolding me. She told me how much work Y/n had done to start getting ready for the studio to reopen and how she had managed to get a few big name clients. It makes my guilt only grow. I am the worst wife.

That night I barely sleep. I spend most of it staring at the empty space beside me, replaying what Y/n had said over and over. The pain in her eyes, the question of if I still love her and want this family. By 5am I give up and start on the day. Once I'm showered and check on the kids, I head downstairs to my laptop. Trying to work out how to fix this.

When the kids start to stir, I get the twins up and sort out their breakfast. Luckily, Noah is still asleep, after his late night, so I can focus on them. Whilst they're playing on their mat, I grab my phone and call Taika. I explain that I need to drop out of the project and put my family first. He's disappointed but he does offer me one option. To take Y/n and the kids with me. That he would arrange for us to have a house near set so we can be together when I'm not filming. He said that he wouldn't look to recast until I confirmed with him if I want to take that offer or not.

This movie really did appeal to me. It's so unique and I think it would be really good fun to do. But that doesn't matter to me anymore. I would still be asking Y/n to postpone her studio opening by a month. I don't think she would go for that. I'm putting Y/n and the kids first. Like I always should have done.

When Noah gets up, we have breakfast together. Which is not a fun experience. I don't make his pancakes the right way and I gave him the wrong fruit, so we're off to a good start. I'm surprised Y/n isn't up yet, but I don't want to rush her. She deserves some time to herself. I can put up with a sulky four year old for the day. She's done it for months.

Throughout the day I realise that there is a lot I don't know about my kids, and it hurts. They have changed since I was last home, and without Y/n's subtle guidance, I'm left to fend on out of date knowledge. The only brightside is that Noah is starting to realise how much he needs his mama.

By the afternoon, all three kids are craving time with their mama. Hell, I'm craving time with my wife. I manage to get the kids somewhat settled in the living room whilst I grab my laptop once again. Maybe a family holiday would be a good place to start. We always talked about Disneyland and Y/n has always wanted to go to Hawaii. I call my mom to see if she would come as well, that way, Y/n and I could have a mini holiday ourselves. She happily agrees, saying that she will do anything to stop my stupid ass losing the best thing that ever happened to me.

By dinner, Y/n finally comes out of the guest room. I give her a big smile, but it soon drops when I see how tired she looks and the tear stains down her cheeks. Her eyes bloodshot and puffy. It makes my heart ache that this is all cause because of me. "Hi my love." I great her, to which she hums in response. She goes to head towards the kitchen, but the kids don't let her get to far. "Mama!" Izzy shouts when she sees her, holding her arms out to be hold. "Hi there my little princess." She smiles at our daughter, resting her on her hip as she goes through the motions of making herself a coffee.

I admire her as she moves around effortless, keep Izzy happy, whilst still managing to sort a drink and some food for herself. It makes my heart grow when I hear the little laughs from the baby when Y/n tickles her after she stole a raspberry from her bowl. Y/n moves into the living room and places Izzy on the mat, but she instantly moves to Y/n and is joined by Mia, both climbing up onto the sofa to be closer to their mama.

Noah, however, stays sat on the floor with his toys. "Hi Noah. Do you want to join our snuggle?" Y/n asks but Noah shakes his head. I frown when I see his reluctance after our talk last night. I see a flash of hurt cross over Y/n's face, but she quickly hides it when the twins start to ramble at her.

I quickly text my mom and ask if she could pop over to take the kids for the evening. I know it's short notice, but I need to save my marriage. It's holding on with a thread and I don't know how much longer it's going to hold. Thankfully, she agrees, restating her comment from the call earlier and I hang up just in time to see Noah, once again, reject Y/n.

Y/n sighs, getting up from the sofa and handing me Mia. Izzy now with her brother on the floor. "I need a walk." She mumbles, grabbing a coat and her phone before leaving the house. I wanted to stop her, but I also need to talk with Noah.

"Noah buddy. Why are you still being mean to mama?" I ask him. His eyes go wide and he's quickly shaking his head. "I'm not being mean!" He defends. "Yes, you are. You're ignoring her." I stay firm and his little lips trembles. "I didn't mean to! She looks sad and I felt bad cos I made her sad. She's not going to leave forever is she?" He admits before the fear of his mama leaving takes over. He burrows himself into my side for comfort. "Oh sweetie. She's not sad because of you. She's sad because of me. Your hugs would make her feel so much better! And no. She isn't going away. She's just gone for a walk." I try to reassure him. I have done a stand up job of screwing things up for my wife and our son!

I spend the time explaining to him why Y/n is feeling sad and how we both have to do our best to make her feel better. He seems to understand and is now patiently waiting for Y/n to come home. As the clock ticks on, I panic, worried that maybe she's left me. Left us. I've pushed her so far that she's gone. When mom arrives, she has to deal with me freaking out and just as I feel like I'm about to totally break down, the front door opens and Y/n walks in. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing she's come home.

"Mama! You're back!" Noah shouts as he rushes into the hallway and collides with Y/n's body. "Of course, I am buddy." She smiles, running her hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, mama." He apologises. "I don't hate you. I love you a lot." He tells her, complete honesty in his eyes. They have a moment together as Noah tells her why he was angry and that he knows it wasn't Y/n's fault.

Y/n looks at me suspiciously when she sees my mom with the kids' overnight bag but allows it when she takes the kids back to hers tonight. "I want us to be able to talk without the worry of the kids." I explain as she gets comfortable in the living room. "Do we have anything more to talk about?" She questions through a sigh. "You may not. But I do. I have a lot I need to say. I hope you'll give me the chance." I say, looking at her with pleading eyes.

When she nods, I take the seat next to her, holding her hand in mine. "I've fucked up. There is no excuse. So, all I can say is that I'm sorry and I promise that I am going to change. This family are my priority. The thought of never acting again makes me sad. But the thought of losing you or the kids makes me feel sick to my stomach. I know that I would never cope. My life wouldn't be worth living." I start off, setting out my thoughts early so she knows where I'm coming from.

"I am so sorry that I made you feel like you were going through this alone. I'm so ashamed of myself that I couldn't see the pain you were in and allowed you to continue making the sacrifices for this family when I was making none. I will stop acting and focus to being a mom and a wife so you can get back to doing what you love. I'll find another passion that accommodates both of us." I promise her. But my words seem to have the opposite effect than I had hoped. My heart stops when she starts shaking her head at me.

"Scarlett. I don't want you to stop doing something that you love. I just want you to prioritise better. To put us first. I would never ask you to quit acting. But these last few years, you've been away more than you've been with us. We just want you in our lives more. We miss you so much. Then as we get used to you being home, you're gone again." She explains.

"We have a lot to work on, but I know how important this project with Taika is for you. So, I spent this morning rearranging some of my clients so I can start once you're back." I can't believe she would do this for me. After everything I have done, she is still putting me first. "No, babe. I can't ask you to do that. I meant what I said. It's time for me to put you first and allow you to follow your dreams..." I start to ramble, but she cuts in. "It's too late. It's already done. But things need to change when you're back Scarlett. It's not fair to me or the kids." She interrupts.

"This project doesn't mean more to me than this family Y/n. I actually called Taika this morning to pull out of the project." I admit and she looks at me shocked. "Really? But you were so excited for it." She replies in shock. "But I'm more excited to support you in your work and be around with the kids more." I come back, wanting her to know that nothing is as important to me than her and our children.

She sits for a moment and looks to me. "I don't want you to resent me because you're missing out on roles that you want to do." She says shyly. I place my finger under her chin and lift it so she can look at me. "But it's ok for you to give up on your dreams instead?" I question her with a raised eyebrow. "When I married you, my dream was to have a family with you. But when we achieved that, I got greedy and wanted the best of both worlds. I never should have taken advantage of you like I did. I promise that I'll never do it to you again." It's not a baseless promise and I hope that she can see that. I think she does when she pulls me into her and holds me close, letting out breath as she does.

"I bet Taika was annoyed to lose you." She says after we've sat in silence for a while. "He understood. Scolded me a little for screwing up. Even offered for the four of you to join me and live out there whilst we film. But he gets why I made the decision I did." Her head snaps up to mine when she hears what I said. "He offered for us to live in the Czech Republic whilst you film?" She asks and I nod. "Yeah, he said he'd arrange a house close to set so I was away from you as little as possible." I reply, whilst running my hand through her hair, enjoying being this close to her again.

"We should do it." She mumbles into my shoulder. "What was that babe?" I question, not sure I heard her right. "We should do it. I've already moved my work around. Noah doesn't start school until you're back. This way you can do the project and we can readjust once we're home." She sits back to look at me as she talks, and I can see that she means what she's saying. It's not just to make me feel better. "Are you sure that's what you want? I really don't mind if I step back from this project. I don't want you to do this for me and it put us even further back." I admit.

"If I hadn't moved work around maybe I wouldn't be saying it. But it's a chance for us to live abroad. The kids would learn so much from it. Besides, you said yourself that you think this is an Oscar worthy film. Who am I to deny you that opportunity." She smiles, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"I'll only do it on one condition. Well two actually." I say, trying to be firm, but the nerves taking over. "I'm listening." She smiles. "First, we have a holiday. I was thinking Disneyland, then the two of us head to Hawaii. Mom already said she'd stay at the parks with the kids." I start off and feel more relaxed when she laughs. "Ok, and your second condition?" She pushes me to continue.

"Well, it's not really a condition. I guess a promise from my part. I'm going to step back from filming for a bit. I want to be the supportive wife you deserve. I'll only pick roles that really appeal to me. Besides, I always wanted to start my own skincare line. I can do that from here in New York and be around all the time. Being the mother and wife that I am supposed to be." I keep eye contact as I talk so she can see how genuine I'm being.

She doesn't respond. Not verbally anyway. She leans in and captures my lips in a loving kiss. One that shows me everything that I could have lost. I can't believe that I allowed my own desire to live my dream, to damage my family so much. Seeing the pain on Y/n's face is something that I never want to see again. I will do everything in my power, to make sure that I am the best I can be for this family. 

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Fallen for You Chapter Five

Summary: Simeon x gn!reader You confront Michael.

A/N: I realized that I never have mentioned this before but, if you need an idea of what Michael could look like, ever since I saw this art by @stulili , I've imagined him to look like this.

Chapters: One Two Three Four Six

“Michael.” 

The man grinned. He stood up from his chair, moving around the table and summoning various things.

“How do you like your tea, Y/N?” He asked.

“Is that your answer?”

“You're a smart human. Far too smart to even be asking me that question,” he hummed, summoning a spoon, and stirring an ungodly amount of sugar into a teacup. He walked over to you, handing you the tea. He stared expectantly, and with a glare you took a sip. 

Far too sweet, as always. But now that you knew who it was, that matched what you had been told about Michael.

“Why do you want to invade the human realm and the Devildom? Why did you want Simeon to kill me? And if you want me dead, why are you visiting me every night?” You spat out all the questions.

He sighed heavily, returning to his seat.

“It's not that I want you dead. Your unique lineage and abilities would make you quite the asset. But with your power flowing through the brothers, and your loyalty to them, unity will never be possible. But, I assure you, it is no longer an issue,” he smiled sweetly, and took a sip of his own tea. He stared at your cup, and you begrudgingly took another sip.

“Why Simeon? Based on what he said, a part of you had to have known-”

“Simeon was straying from the Celestial Realm long before he fell. I was giving him a chance. If he could do what he needed to, I would have found a way to save you for him. You'd have been the Isaac to his Abraham.”

You stared. He seemed to be avoiding your other questions, but he had floored you with this one. How did he intend to save you, after forming a specialized weapon just for your murder? This man…angel…he couldn't be all sane! To talk about sacrifices and invasions with a smile on his face…that couldn't be right?

“You ignored my biggest question. Why invasion?”

“I ignored one other question. Why do I visit you every night?” He hummed. “And that one seems more prevalent right now.”

He waved his hand, and suddenly a mirror appeared in front of you, displaying-

“Oh my God!”

“Language, ha ha!”

In the image was you, out cold, as Simeon seemed to be trying to shake you awake. Over his shoulder was Luke and Lucifer, the latter holding the former back as he tried to run at you, his eyes filled with tears.

“What, what?” You choked out. “I don't understand!”

“Hmm,” Michael hummed, but when you looked over at him, he was simply smiling mischievously.

You looked back in the mirror, just in time to see Luke break away, and throw his arms around you. In the dream Celestial Realm, you began to glow.

“Aw, what a shame,” Michael pouted. “Word of warning, next time, even Luke won't be able to wake you up.”

….

You weren't able to figure out how long you'd been asleep. But when you'd woken up, Simeon was absolutely feral, barking at the brothers in a language you didn't recognize. When Luke had tried to calm him down, he'd dragged him into his hold as well, one of you under each of his arms, both of you no match for his raw strength.

When Solomon had arrived to give you a check up, you'd had to use ‘stay’ on Simeon. Even then, as he was frozen in place, he was shouting in the unknown language, fighting his hardest to escape your hold.

Solomon followed your eyes with a flashlight.

“You,” he began , but sighed. “You seem fine. But you didn't wake up until Luke touched you. And that's bad.”

“No, really?” You snarked. Solomon glared at you.

“Don't be snippy with me. I obviously don't have all the information, now do I?” He snapped. Simeon spoke again, and Solomon sighed, before responding. Whatever he said only seemed to upset Simeon more, and you winced as he growled.

“I saw Michael!” You shouted.

“Michael?” Luke asked, eyes wide. “What did he say?”

You looked at the little angel, his eyes wide with hope. As though whatever Michael had to say would have made this better.

“Luke, you woke me up, right?” You tried to change the subject, at least while he was here.

“All I did was touch you,” he said, confused by the shift.

“Yes!” Solomon cried, a seeming Eureka moment having arrived.

“That's something I've wanted to discuss, actually. Luke, touch Simeon's pact mark please.”

You rotated, lifting up the back of your shirt. Luke touched it, and, just as before, you felt a rush of power surge through you as the mark glowed.

“It's like when Simeon made his pact, he unintentionally left a space for Luke. Luke is part of your little family, so he's always welcome to access Simeon and your bond. it's essentially a two for one, but for all three of you in various ways,” Solomon grinned. “Perhaps with time, and your active participation, Y/N, he may even be able to use your pact on Simeon.”

“I would never do that!” Luke cried. You looked over at Simeon, who seemed to calm down enough to look at Luke with a gaze of overwhelming affection.

“Don’t worry about that, Luke, at least not right now. It's because of that that you were able to wake me up,” you said softly.

“But if you were talking to Michael,” he muttered.

“Uh, yeah, well,” you began, not really wanting to ruin the young angel’s view of one of his heroes.

“Michael told me to murder Y/N,” Simeon spat, in full English.

You stiffened. Both Luke and Solomon turned to Simeon in complete confusion, and total horror.

“He wouldn't!” Luke cried, his eyes filling with tears.

“Luke,” you reached out, attempting to calm the baby down.

“He would. And when I said no, Raphael said yes,” Simeon snapped. 

“But-”

“Luke, he wants Y/N dead. It's hard to hear, but they wouldn't have woken up if you hadn't been there.”

“Simeon,” Solomon warned, quietly.

“He should know! He should know that someone he has shown nothing but love for wants to tear his family apart!” Simeon shouted. Luke broke into a sob, running out of the room.

“Simeon, this is not the time,” Solomon said firmly.

“I'll go talk to him,” you sighed, standing up.

“Don't you dare leave me! I can't protect you if-”

“I gotta calm down our son! You fill Solomon in, while I'm gone,” you snapped, putting an order into it, and went to go find Luke, Simeon’s angry shouts following close behind. 

He needed to calm down, anyway. At this rate he was bound to accidentally hurt someone.

You found Luke in the kitchen, sitting at the counter, his head in his arms as he cried quietly.

“Luke?” You whispered.

“Why would he do that?” He whimpered. “Why would he want to hurt you? He knows how much I love you!”

He looked up from his arms, and you found yourself staggering back as you stared into a pair of black empty eyes. Seconds later, they had flickered back, leaving Luke looking very confused.

“Y/N?”

“I…I don't know,” you said, walking over to him, and wrapping Luke in a hug. You did know. But it was the last thing you wanted to tell him. He didn't need one more thing to be upset about.

Luke sobbed against your chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“Is it something I did? I'm always talking about you, maybe it's my fault-”

“No, baby, it's not your fault. Grownups are just,” you sighed, “complicated.”

As he sobbed against you, you were starting to feel…drowsy. You jolted yourself up, Michael's final warning replaying in your head. 

But the jolt did not go unnoticed.

“Y/N?”

“Sorry Luke, I, um, I just realized how hungry I am.”

“I'll make you something!” He shouted, scurrying off the chair, and moving around the kitchen with new found energy. You almost stopped him, but the thought of cooking for you perked him up. So you decided to just watch him.

Despite this not being his home kitchen, he seemed to be perfectly at home. And in no time at all, he had placed a slice of Celestial Realm bread on a plate before you.

“There,” he said proudly, ignoring the dried tears on his face as he smiled sweetly.

You bit into it. It was good. Of course it was! Everything Michael had given you was too sweet, but Luke…Luke knew how to bake for a normal palate. 

You and Luke sat quietly together, munching on the bread.

“Ooh, can I get some of that for Beel?” You heard Belphie behind you.

“No! This is for Y/N, not stinky demons!” Luke pouted.

You giggled. The scene was so normal. Belphie pouting to you about Luke, Luke pouting to you about Belphie, Beel sneaking in the back and consuming the entire loaf of bread while no one was looking. It put a little joy in your heart.

You nibbled some more bread. There was Mammon, looking to see what the fuss was about, and seeing if he could profit from it. You giggled to yourself. It was so normal.

The piece of bread fell out of your hand, and it was only then you realized something was wrong. But you couldn't seem to alert the others.

Your lower back was burning, and you couldn't move. Other spots on your body were tingling. With a nauseous roll to your stomach, you realized it was the spots where your pact marks were.

You heard a boom, and saw a flash, and Simeon was in front of you, grabbing your shoulders, shouting, but you couldn't hear what he was saying. Other faces swam into your vision, all of them full of distress, and you felt yourself falling backwards into the void.

….

Your pact mark had grown weaker. He had thought you'd released him, and so he'd immediately sought you out. It had taken less than a glance to realize you were not okay. As your eyes rolled into the back of your head, he began to panic. Your body fell through his hands, fading in and out, as though you weren't entirely here anymore.

“No! You can't do this to me!” He screamed, reaching for you, his hands going through you. “After all we've been through! You can't leave me!”

He'd thought he was emotional earlier. Now he was filled with despair; an ache that was far worse than any anger or longing he'd ever felt for you.

His pact…

“What in Diavolo's name is going on?” Lucifer boomed in the kitchen. 

“I'm gonna be sick,” Belphie muttered, sitting on the ground.

“What's happening? Why are you all sick? And why am I all itchy?” Mammon shouted.

His pact…it…

Lucifer reached for you, undeterred by Simeon's possessive growl, his hand phasing through you.

“Simeon,” he whispered. “You were the last one to forge a pact. How do you feel?”

Simeon looked at Lucifer, his entire body burning, not just in rage, but in loneliness, and deep loss, he opened his mouth…

And released an unholy scream of pain.

….

You felt a glass being pressed to your lips. You gratefully sipped it, your throat burning. You nearly spit it out. It wasn't water. It was…juice?

You opened your eyes, and jolted. Michael was smiling at you kindly. You wanted to sit up, but found that you couldn't move.

“Shh, it's okay. It's almost over, you'll be able to move in a few more minutes.”

He set down the cup, unbuttoning the first few buttons on your shirt, reaching to the spot above your heart. The spot where Mammon's pact was.

“This was your first pact, right?”

You groaned in response, still unable to get out a word.

“Almost done,” he whispered, gently stroking the spot. Normally, if you or anyone else touched the pact mark, you'd feel a little zing through you. You currently felt nothing.

Suddenly, your stomach began to tie itself in knots. What was almost done? What was he doing?

“There we go. All done,” he smiled softly, giving you an affectionate peck to the forehead, no doubt in an attempt to soothe you. He pulled his hand out again, buttoning the buttons of your shirt back up. Finally able to move, you grabbed his wrist.

“What's happening to me?” You croaked, throat still very dry.

“Think of it as a fresh start,” he said with a proud laugh. “Enough Celestial Realm food, with the right blessings on it, will purify just about anything.”

Now that the feeling was returning to your body, you felt a deep sense of loss. An aching hole. You experimentally tried to reach into your power stores, and instead of the beautiful chaos you normally felt, your power was what could only be described as a pure line of electricity. Still powerful, but foreign. And lonely. So lonely.

“Simeon?” You whimpered, trying to call on something that was no longer there.

Michael gave you a sympathetic look. 

“Y/N-”

“Simeon!” You cried.

“You'll get used to it. You should have never had to make those pacts in the first place.”

You sobbed.

Michael wrapped his arms around you, whispering affirmations. You struggled against him, but soon you realized you were no match. Not in this state.

So you just sobbed against him. After what could have been hours, you heard someone clear their throat.

You looked over Michael's shoulder, and saw an angel you'd never met before, in full armor.

“We're ready, sir. It's time.”

Michael gently released you, and stood up.

“Understood,” he smiled at you. “You'll thank me later. Get some rest, I'll be back soon.” 

Before you could get up the energy to claw their eyes out, they both vanished, leaving you alone.

….

“Luke, stay with us,” Solomon and Asmo sat in front of the boy as he also seemed to be phasing in and out, his eyes flickering back and forth between black void and bleeding blue.

Asmo felt like shit. But having a secondary pact meant that he was doing better than all of his brothers.

And yet, Luke seemed to be doing the worst. His small frame was shivering, and he'd yet to speak or react to his surroundings.

Suddenly, the lights in the kitchen went out, and they were all thrown into darkness.

After a moment of silence, Luke's eyes glowed blue, the light filling the entire room.

“Y/N, where are you?” He asked.

....

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[rottenroyalebooks]

Love Drunk 0.4

Pairing: Eddie Munson x older sister!Harrington reader

Also includes: Steve Harrington x sister!reader (siblings)

AU: No Upside Down.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N Harrington left Hawkins with her boyfriend when she turned eighteen to follow her dreams of being a rock star. Three years later, she returns to Hawkins alone and scarred. Now, she has to repair her broken relationship with her younger brother while trying to prevent herself from falling for a cute metalhead who plays at the Hideout, where she works.

Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence.

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Corroded Coffin's set was a half hour long, by the end of it I was busying myself cleaning the glasses left by customers and keeping an eye on my brother from my place at the bar.

Yes, he was old enough that he didn't need my protection anymore, but I knew what being in a bar underage was like and didn't want him dipping his toes in the wrong crowd.

Seeing the group he came with tonight, a bunch of young teens and some respectable-looking kids his own age, it seemed that they'd keep him out of trouble.

"We're Corroded Coffin, thank you and goodnight!" The bar cheered, but I could hear Dustin's voice over everything else going on, which made me chuckle as I started putting away the clean glasses.

Jim strolled over to me with a smile, stopping beside me as he leaned against the bar, "Don't you miss that? Your hometown cheering you on after you blew them away with your amazing vocals?"

I rolled my eyes, "It's not going to happen, Jim."

"But it'll be just like old times!"

"I haven't performed in three years. The only person who gets to hear me sing and play guitar is my dog. Besides, I left my guitar in California." I put the drying rag over my shoulder and crossed my arms turning to him.

It was Jim's turn to roll his eyes, "We have instruments in the back, Y/N, come one! Just one song, next Thursday, you've got me beggin' here!"

I pursed my lips; what could be the harm in performing one song? I doubted my presence in the bar would bring as many people in as Jim was claiming, but if he thought it would help him out, I was willing to give it a shot.

I breathed deeply, "Fine, you've worn me down. One song, Jim, ONE."

He nearly jumped for joy when I agreed, "I knew you'd come around, Harrington, I need to start advertising it." He turned on his heels and raced to the kitchen, where his office was hidden in the back corner.

Rolling my eyes, I turned back to begin cleaning behind the bar, only for my eyes to lock onto dark brown ones belonging to Eddie, who stood on the other side of the bar with a small smile on his face.

I rose an eyebrow and tossed the rag I was holding onto my shoulder, leaning forward against the bar with a small smirk of my own, "Hey there, Rockstar. What can I get you?"

I watched as his eyes widened, but his recovery was quick, "Just a Sprite, uh, yeah." He said awkwardly, running a hand through his long curly hair, "I'm only twenty, Jim would kill me."

I scoffed, grabbing a glass from under the table, "Please, you bring buisness, one drink isn't going to send me to jail. You just got off stage. You deserve a proper drink." I winked at him and started looking through the selection of liquor.

What would be a good drink to make for this guy?

"I don't want to get you in trouble." He said quickly, but I dismissed him.

"I've known Jim since I was sixteen. I'll just get a slap on the wrist. Relax, I'll make you a drink."

After the back and forth, he gave in, leaning forward as he watched me make his drink, "How long have you worked here? I've never seen you before."

"Tonight's my first day,"

"That'll do it." He joked and I slid his drink over to him. He looked at the drink and hesitated before looking up at me.

"It's a rum and coke, but if anyone asks, it's a coke." I winked at him again, leabinh firward to start shamelessly flirting, but in the corner of my eye, I noticed Steve rushing over to us with his eyes widened slightly.

"No no no–" He said quickly as he approached us, making me raise an eyebrow at his tense state. He pointed to Eddie, "No." Then he turned to point at me, "No." Finally, he threw both hands in the air, "Nope, I am putting an end to... whatever this is right now."

Eddie blinked while I was unbothered by his overdramatic tendencies, "What's the problem, man?"

"That–" he pointed to me, while looking at him, "Is off limits."

I smiled innocently, "Steve, why don't you introduce me to your friend?" I cocked my head to the side and watched as Eddie took a sip from the drink I made him.

Taking a deep breath, Steve reluctantly began to introduce me, "Eddie, this my sister. Y/N Harrington."

The sentence seemed to send a Shockwave through Eddie because the contents of his drink spewed from his mouth, droplets landing on the floor next to him as he turned to look at me. He glanced between the two of us and cleared his throat, placing the drink on the bar counter, "You have a sister?"

I chuckled, "He wishes he didn't, but alas, here I am."

Steve rolled his eyes, "I've never said that, but yes, Munson, I do have a sister. She's older."

"And better." I joked with a wink, making Eddie visibly flush, and Steve sent a glare.

"Not my friends." He snapped, pointing at me and I raised my full hands in surrender.

"Fine, fine. Have it your way, Stevie. I will be here, pretending I'm merely a background character in your heartwarming tale of self-growth and friendship." I turned away, sighing dramatically as I leaned against one of the support beams, cleaning a dirty glass in my hand.

Steve sighed, "I'm throwing an after-party thing for all of us at our house. Just thought I'd let you know."

"Keep them out of my room, Baxter isn't too keen on having guests."

Huffing, Steve grabbed Eddie by the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled him over to the registers, away from me as I smirked.

I wasn't looking for a new relationship anyway, I had other matters to deal with before thinking about starting something new with someone else.

(❤️ ω ❤️)

The next day rolls around, and I sat in the doctor's office, kicking my feet as I waited for her to return.

She knocked on the door and strolled in with a big machine and a smile on her face, "Hello Y/N, now after your Physical that I did I noticed some healing bruises...may I ask where you got those?"

I took a deep breath, knowing that this conversation would've had to happen at some point during my stay in Hawkins, but I wish I could've settled down more before it did happen, "My ex-fiancé was physically abusive towards me. I packed my stuff and left him last week."

She pursed her lips, grabbing the clipboard and holding it to her, "Are you worried about him finding you after he learns the news?"

I shook my head quickly, "I don't plan on telling him at all; he doesn't have the right. As soon as I learned of it, I got out of there and came back here. I don't want to tell anyone else, so I plan on saving up and moving to Louisiana or something. Anywhere that has no ties to him or our past."

She tilted her head, beginning to prep the machine, "Is he from Hawkins, too?"

"Born and raised, just as I was."

"I will leave you with a card to call in the event that he decides to come back to try and find you," she grabbed a bottle of gel and gestured for me to lay back, "Lift your shirt."

I did as she asked, lifting my shirt, and she squeezed the cold gel and moved it around with the transducer, looking at the ultrasound machine and searching for the parasite that was placed into my body.

"I found the baby," she said as the heartbeat was heard from the speakers, knocking the wind out of me. I cursed under my breath and tilted my head to rest it on the bed, "You look about twelve weeks along and the baby looks healthy. We can schedule an appointment for your next ultrasound which will also be where we can find out the baby's gender, if you'd like."

I nodded slowly, "Yeah, that sounds great, doc." I gave her a tight-lipped smile and she nodded, grabbing a pamphlet and handing it to me.

"There's a long list of vitamins that you should be taking in there, you should be taking. Also, there's a support group for victims of domestic violence that meet every Monday if you need someone to talk to about all this."

Just like that, when a doctor confirmed it, I knew my journey was just beginning.

#rottenwrites #writers of tumblr #fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x y/n #eddie muson #stranger things #steve harrington x sister!reader #steve harrington #writer #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #robin buckley #friends to lovers

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Perfect Paradise

(art commissioned from @hekuuu )

"Don't be bemused, it's just the news!

After twenty years of marriage power couple Adrien and Marinette Dupain-Cheng have divorced! Following on the heels of Felix Graham de Vanily's shocking confession has everyone wondering: Is this what drove a wedge between the happiest couple in Paris?"

Ch.1 Tearing at the Seams

Juleka stared at the TV as Nadja's words sank in. That... couldn't be right. Could it?

"... M. And Mme. Dupain-Cheng have three children..."

Oh god, the kids! Juleka felt the unpleasant memory of Jagged's absence when she was growing up sting like a wasp. Sharp and unexpected. Like it always did.

Rose burst in, phone open to the same story playing on the TV. Nadja was one of the few news anchors she trusted not to spread misinformation about their most famous friends.

Still her eyes held disbelief as she looked to her wife. "Juleka? Did you...?"

Juleka shook her head. "He didn't tell me anything." From the way Nadja was saying that they were already divorced Adrien didn't tell anyone.

Pulling out her own phone Juleka called the man whose face was plastered all over the news. Adrien would hate that.

"Hey, it's Adrien! You caught me catnapping but leave a message and I'll get back to you!"

"Adrien! We just saw the news! ...God, I don't know what to say. You didn't-" Juleka took a breath as she cut herself off. Adrien had enough to deal with without her adding to it. "If you need any help. With the kids or whatever just call me. Okay? You're still a member of Kitty Section."

Juleka shot Rose a questioning look who nodded vigorously. "You're still our bandmate even if it's been a while. Okay? We're here for you."

Having said what she needed to Juleka hung up. Hoping her words would remind Adrien that he had people who cared about him. It may be a few years since they were in the same support group but Juleka still remembered him. Just like Adrien still remembered her.

Rose was typing furiously. Probably to Marinette. Adrien may not mind being called but it made Marinette's anxiety spike. And she was busy running Dupain-Cheng Fashions.

"Rose, sweetheart, keep it short." Juleka reminded her as she reached for Rose to sit beside her on the couch.

Her wife's fingers pausing with an "-Oh-" as she sat down hard. "I don't think it's sunk in yet."

"Yeah..." Juleka still remembered how Rose looked the first time she walked on stage wearing a Marinette original. Marinette and Adrien letting Rose hold Louis in her arms as their friends looked on. Adrien's lovesick look that never faded since they were teenagers.

"It doesn't seem real..."

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"Madame Mayor, what's your response to the people that say Chat Noir shouldn't have-"

"I'm sorry it wasn't me," Mylène interrupted, turning to the next reporter. "Yes?"

"Madame Mayor, the people of Paris want to know if the extradition of Felix Graham de Vanily, also known as Argos, is still a priority?"

"Yes! I've spoken with the President and he assures me that we will continue pressuring the UK government to honor our treaties."

"What about accusations of leniency to one Adrien Agreste?" Asked a reporter from one of those papers that might as well have been a tabloid.

Mylène's eye twitched. "Dupain-Cheng," she corrected.

"Isn't M. Agreste the leading contributor to your campaign?" he continued. "Some people have suggested-"

"If these 'people' have any evidence that Adrien Dupain-Cheng collaborated with Monarch I encourage them to come forward. Otherwise I suggest you refrain from spreading rumors and slander. Thank you, that'll be all."

Mylène was followed by a chorus of "Madame Mayor! Madame Mayor!" as she stepped away from the podium.

Once out of sight she collapsed into a chair. Humming Smelly Wolf to herself to settle the hammering in her chest.

"Water?"

She looked up from the offered water bottle to see her longtime boyfriend smiling gently at her. "Yes, please." Mylène returned the smile as Ivan picked her up before setting her back down in his lap.

One of the few advantages to being a short adult.

"I'm glad you took the time to come," Mylène said as she leaned her head onto his chest.

Ivan shrugged. "Kitty Section is taking a break after the last tour and I know how much you hate these things."

Smiling against his shirt Mylène traced his band's logo. "Have I said I love you today?"

"Love you too," Ivan beamed.

"Ahem."

Reluctantly Mylène turned to her aide. Ignoring the slight reproach in his expression at the Mayor of Paris sitting on her boyfriend's lap. At least it was an improvement from him blushing and avoiding eye contact... She thinks. "Yes, what is it?"

"We might have to go with a different dress for the fundraiser. Depending on how... volatile the situation is with M. Adrien."

Mylène blinked. The dress Marinette donated so she wouldn't stand out among Adrien's snobby rich acquaintances? "Huh?"

Her aide handed her his tablet and Mylène read the headline. "Well... shit."

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"Max! Oh, Max! Wherefore art thou Max?"

"Ha, ha, Kim. Very funny."

"He lives!" Kim raised his arms as Max came back into view of his webcam.

Alix snorting and Ondine shaking her head fondly in their respective tabs onscreen.

"We were just ironing out the kinks to the new software!" Markov explained as he floated next to Max.

"Hey, Markov."

"Hi, Markov!"

"S'up!"

"Hello, Alix, Kim and Ondine." Markov smiled with his eyes. "It's nice to see you again. Congratulations on your new job Kim!"

"I still say leaving him in charge of kids is a bad idea," Alix piped up.

"Uh-huh. Remind me who out of the both of us has gotten arrested the most?" Kim smirked.

"ACAB!" Alix snapped. Blushing from the fact that she'd been caught more often than Kim rather than anything else.

"ACAB," they chorused. Alix had taken to tagging protest art in very public places after joining Mylène and Ivan's activism. Well, on a more permanent basis than the rest of them.

"Besides," Ondine chimed in, "Kim cares about the sport. He's not gonna let them do anything reckless." She narrowed her eyes. "Right?"

Kim put on his most innocent expression, which wasn't very innocent at all. "Me? Encourage recklessness? I would never!"

Alix snorted.

"Statistically speaking there's an eighty percent chance of Kim encouraging reckless behavior in those he interacts with," Max said.

"Ha!" Alix smirked.

"But, of course, the data is skewed on account of Alix being the main data point."

Kim guffawed while Ondine covered her mouth in a vain attempt to stifle her laughter.

"You're all terrible," Alix announced.

Whatever comeback Kim was going to retort with was interrupted by his phone chiming. "Oh shit."

"What?"

"What is it?"

"Adrien and Marinette are getting divorced."

Alix blinked as her own phone chimed. Sure enough Kim was right.

"Max, you look a little off," Ondine stated.

"Yeah, dude. Aren't you the one always saying that marriage has a fifty percent divorce rate?"

"Certainly reminded me when I got married," Ondine nodded.

"Twice!" Kim elaborated.

"Yes, thank you Kim."

"Well... Yes." Max admitted. "But I always thought those two would beat the odds."

"We all did," Alix nodded. "But life throws you curve balls. Believe me, I didn't expect to spend my last year of collège time traveling."

"Lucky!"

"Kim, she had to repeat a grade."

"Oh yeah."

As his friends went back to bantering amongst themselves Markov started running calculations in his head...

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"You hear the news?" Marc asked.

"Yeah." Nathaniel continued sketching the next page of their comic. "Hand me that would you?"

Marc gave a chuckle as they handed Nath the ruler. "Chloe's ranting about how she 'always knew this would happen' on Twitter."

"You should really block her," Nathaniel pointed out, still not looking up.

"True," Marc admitted without giving any indication that they would. "So... You don't have anything to say?"

Nathaniel sighed as he straightened up. "I mean, shit, Marc. We don't know anything about what happened. We haven't talked to either of them in over a year. I just... Don't give me that look."

"What look?" Marc asked innocently while giving Nath the Look™.

Nathaniel grumbled as he pulled out his phone.

Marc beaming at him.

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"One ticket for Paris, please."

"Sure thing! Is that one way?"

"Yes, please."

"... Y'know. You look an awful lot like one of Kitty Section's guitarists."

Luka smiled. "I get that a lot."

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Kagami downed her glass of Romanee-Conti wine like a shot and then poured herself another.

The news playing in 4K on her Samsung QLED flat screen.

Turning on one of the stools of her personal bar to look at the TV. A picture of Adrien's smiling face staring back at her.

She raised her glass. "To proving me wrong."

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Nino stared at his phone for a moment before sighing and rising to his feet. "So it's over."

Alya narrowed her eyes as she quickly left money on the table for their coffees. "That broke way too fast. Someone blabbed."

"It was bound to happen sooner or later, dude."

"Preferably later."

Nino nodded. "Yeah. You know where she'll be?"

"The studio, drowning herself in work like always. You?"

"Home," Nino stated simply as their paths split. "He always goes home..."

#Perfect Paradise #Divorce AU #ml season 5 finale #ml season 5 #miraculous ladybug #ml fanart #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #alix kubdel #nino lahiffe #ml au #post recreation

[deejadabbles]

The Handmaiden's Fox (Fox x Fem!Reader) Chapter One

Summary: You have been by Amidala’s side since she was the queen of Naboo and no one will shake you from your duty. Not even a handsome, red-clad commander who seems quite taken with the friendship you’ve forged. Commander Fox x fem handmaiden reader. Slow burn, friends to lovers. Rating: Mature A.N: So for those of you who don't know: all of Padmé's handmaidens take new names ending with " é " as a sign of loyalty to her. I never mentioned the reader's é name as I want that to be personal, but I wanted to mention it since it comes into play in the story <3

I've also made a playlist for this series, in case you want to set the mood with tunes. Word Count: 6,284 Warnings: just some blaster fire and canon typical danger Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up  /// AO3

Prologue /// Part One /// Part Two /// [part three coming soon]

Chapter one

The roaring of the senate chamber was deafening. You had thought that years of exposure to it would harden your hearing, but no petty debate between dozens of senators could have prepared you for the screaming of the last two weeks. Two weeks. Not even fourteen rotations had passed since the battle of Geonosis. Since the start of the Clone War. Every day more and more planets were leaving to join the Separatists, and the destruction of chaos was spreading fast. So, you supposed it was little surprise that every single debate in the Senate was automatically a vibrant verbal brawl now.

And here you had hoped that fewer senators in the hall would lessen the noise.

As always, you stood sentry behind your lady, your Amidala, who had fought in the first battle of the war. Who had been thrown into a pit for execution, and blasted her way out like a warrior. Now, she was in a whole new type of pit, instead of fighting starved beasts, she was now fighting numerous senators who seemed content to throw out any shred of decency in favor of war.

You watched as the senator from Corellia made their argument, that they needed to cut off relief aid funding in favor of the cloning facilities. Just two weeks in, and the need for more clones was already apparent. In the seat in front of you, you watched Padmé stiffen at the way the other senator implied that ‘lesser’ worlds needed to help themselves before asking the Republic for aid. She was raring for a fight, and fight she did.

You never got tired of watching Padmé put someone in place with a few carefully chosen words. Never tired of the way she fought for others…even if it didn’t always work in the end.

“Motion passed,” came Chancellor Palpatine’s voice. 

You closed your eyes with the smallest sigh, knowing that even more suffering would come to pass now. At least this was only a motion to start talking about cutting funding. Padmé would do everything she could to make sure the next bill was as fair as she could manage.

When the sound that indicated the end of the day’s session rang through the chamber, you almost slumped with relief. You didn’t of course, no handmaiden ever lost her composure under the watchful eye of the senate. But you were glad that it was finally time to return to your lady’s office. A headache was coming on strong.

Padmé had more grace than to storm out of the chamber like a woman on a war path, but your trained eye could see she was exactly that as she walked calmly out into the hall. She didn’t try to hide her expressions nearly as much now, her queen persona having faded quite a lot in the passing years, but she still knew the value of looking calm to her colleagues.

The hallways were a buzz with activity, aids and senators alike calling for associates and running here and there for their next task. That, and it was filled with the sounds of armored boots. 

As you and the Naboo guards followed Padmé, several groups of the new clone trooper units passed by. All of it was still a little disconcerting, having such heavily armed men tramping around. It brought back memories, wounds a decade old still felt fresh as the sound of marching feet reminded you of droids taking over Theed. 

You were proud that you had fought for your home world all those years ago, fought the Trade Federation (who now were now ironically a head of the Separatists) and took back your planet and your people. But that didn’t mean the battle was easy. 

And these men, these soldiers bred for war, would see far worse in the coming days. 

It might be easy, to look at their identical armor and expressionless helmets, and see them as something akin to droids, but they weren’t. They were flesh and blood under all that plastoid and, while their new and overbearing presence may be unsettling for now, you refused to dehumanize them in your mind like that.

A call of your name drew your attention back to the present, just as Padmé reached the door to her office.

“I have that meeting with Bail and Mon in about an hour, but there’s still so much work to do,” she sighed as the door closed behind her, “I hate to ask, but-”

“I will stay here and file anything you need, my lady.” You had anticipated this, things were still adjusting to the new war-time normal, and Padmé’s workload was more overwhelming than ever, and that was saying something. To ensure she got any rest at all right now, you had to do much of the paperwork she would see to personally while the committees and meeting ate up her time.

She sighed with relief and gave you that small smile that always held her deepest affection. “Thank you, I’ll get a head start on it for you at least, since I still need you to research the Chabrill and Cordia incidences.”

And so the two of you got to work. Your first tasks were easy enough, you’d lost count of the number of info packs you’d written for her on import events over the years, and they were done by the time she and the guards left for that meeting. You stayed behind in the office, her atmosphere controlls set to play your favorite soothing sounds for white noise as you worked.

Padmé trusted you to answer most of her mail and requests the way she would and save the dire ones for her personal attention. You polished up and filed her pending motions, and a dozen other mundane things that made you want to pull your hair out despite your never waving composure. God, you hated politics sometimes. More or less than paperwork, you couldn’t say, but it was always a close running between the two.

You were just answering a far too flirtatious message from Senator Dobo and almost, almost, missed the way the sound of armored feet got louder just outside the door.

Eyes flashed up to the entrance, just as it was slid open without so much as a knock.

Three clone troopers came charging in as you jumped to your feet behind the desk.

“What is the meaning of this?” you demanded in a cool tone, hands slipping into the sleeves of your tunic in a neutral dignified posture. “Troopers are not permitted in here without permission.”

“Are you Senator Amidala?” The one in front asked, tone clipped, not the monotone you had heard a few clones use over the past weeks.

“I am her aid, and I demand you answer my question, trooper.” 

You saw it, the barely-there way his shoulders stiffen, before he clasped his hands behind his back, and feel the eyes behind the visor bore into you.

“We need to see the senator immediately, we’ve received intelligence that there’s been a threat made on her life.”

…Oh, was that all? You almost laughed. Though you did appreciate the man’s obvious dedication to his job.

Your eyes took in the freshly painted red on the white armor, having heard that the higher ranks of clones had adopted the marking to indicate their legions and ranks. This one had the vaguely sword-like symbol of Coruscant emblazoned boldly on his chest, while the two at attention behind him had simpler red markings.

“You must be the new Commander of the Coruscant Guard,” you said.

“I am.”

“Then, Commander, you will soon learn that there is always a threat made on Senator Amidala’s life. It comes hand in hand with her tendency to put dangerous people in their place.”

Again your keen eyes picked up on the tightening of his arms, so subtle under the armor even you almost missed it. One talent you’d learned in the Naboo royal court, was reading body language, especially the body language of those who always hid theirs. It was an even more useful skill in your new position, though you’d never thought to use it on these men. The clone was either shocked at the candor in which you spoke about the danger, or annoyed with how you were talking to him. Maybe both.

“All the same,” his tone was measured now, but you heard the hint of gritted teeth behind the polite words, “I must speak with Amidala about the threat. Personally.”

Had you not been schooling your expression like you always did here, you would have raised your eyebrows at him. You weren’t annoyed, not really, in fact, you found the way he stood his ground almost admirable. He cared about his job but…maybe it was more than that. Maybe he cared about the safety of others on a more personal level. You weren’t sure yet, but, the commander had made his way onto your list of potential allies, one you may pursue in the future.

If he was annoyed with you, there was no need to vex him further. You gave a small, respectful incline of your head. “Very well, Commander. I will escort you to her.” 

He did not thank you as you made your way around the desk and walked past them through the door, but he fell in step behind you without protest. You sent a quick message from your small wrist unit, using a code phrase that would warn Padmé to be alert.

You could practically feel the tension in the troopers behind you and normally, you would ignore it, but, if you were being honest, you liked the opportunity this gave you. To learn more about the men who were now protecting the senate.

“I did not catch your name, Commander,” you said, keeping your eyes forward.

“CC-1010.”

You actually faltered a little at that, “Excuse me?” This time you actually looked over your shoulder at him, and let your brow lift up in question. You didn’t miss the way his body shifted under your gaze.

“It’s the only name they gave me, ma’am.” His tone was just a notch lower now, another thing of note.

A number. A number, like a droid. 

That didn’t sit well with you, not one bit, but, you supposed it was none of your business, for now. “I see,” you said after a moment, then turned your eyes back in front of you. “Well, Commander, if you ever decide to take another name, please do let me know.”

“I didn’t get your name either.”

You almost smiled at that, and gave him the name you had taken when you took on the role of handmaiden all those years ago. Very few people here on Coruscant knew your birth name, and none used it. The commander would have to become an extremely close friend to ever earn that honor.

A few minutes of silent walking passed before you finally reached Bail Organa’s office. To his credit, CC-10- ugh, no, you were not calling him that, even in your head, unless he asked you to. To his credit, the Commander listened to your advice when you asked him to ring the doorbell before barging in on a private meeting.

You graciously gave an apology for the interruption when the four of you entered, then swept out of the way as the clones gave their report to Amidala. Admittedly, the threat was not quite as laughable as you had first thought it was, but it was hardly the worst one Padmé had faced, even just in the last year. Apparently a small-time thug in the mid-rim thought he might ingratiate himself to the Trade Federation by ‘taking out’ their most hated senator. He couldn’t afford the prices of the Bounty Hunter Guild and  so, had posted smaller sums of money for anyone to take should they manage the job.

Considering Padmé had survived actual guild level assassin’s for a few years now, you weren’t that concerned.

Still, you admired the troops doing their jobs to the letter, and your lady accepted the Commander’s advice of a personal Corrie Guard escort as a precaution for the coming days. It was hardly needed. You, Dormé, and Captain Typho had always been more than enough security, but, it made the clone Commander feel better, than it couldn’t hurt.

All in all the conversation was somewhat short, and soon enough the man took his leave, ordering the other two clones to stay behind with Amidala. After that, Bail, who was amused at Padmé collecting yet another enemy, said that the rest of their meeting could wait until next time. The senators bade each other a good night and you followed your lady out of the office along with the new red painted guards.

Neither of them had said a word this whole time, but you supposed that was their right. That didn’t stop Typho from giving the clones a run down of how his guard details worked, and how he wanted the clones to integrate into that routine. 

As they talked, Padmé fell back to meet your steps. “So, you’ve met the Commander of the new Coruscant Guard,” she started, tone quiet so no one would overhear you. “Did you talk to him at all while escorting him?”

“A little, he wasn’t much of a conversationalist.”

“And? What’s your opinion of him so far? Besides his lack of extroverted tendencies, that is.”

You felt the urge to bite your lip. Overall, you hadn’t spent enough time to get a decent read on him yet, but it was still odd how much of a blank slate you were drawing when thinking up your opinion. Maybe it was his armor and helmet, how not seeing his face made it harder to gauge his reactions and thoughts. Or maybe, he was almost as good as the handmaidens when it came to hiding himself through stoicism. 

The fact that you couldn’t decide which was more likely annoyed you a little.

“Honestly? I’m…not sure what I think of him yet.”

That sentiment continued over the following week. You hadn’t expected to see the man in red quite so soon, after scheduling shifts for his men to rotate in and out of Padmé’s service, you had assumed he would move on to other tasks and concerns. 

So, imagine your surprise when you found yourself once again in the Commander’s company without Padmé. 

Once again you were in her office, working on her latest project while she and Dormé attended a charity dinner, when there was a chime indicating someone at the door. Your eyes needed a break in any case, so you pulled yourself out of your favorite armchair and rubbed your eyes as you walked to the door. Then, you felt your interest piqued when you checked the security cam and saw that red and white helmet staring expectantly at the lens. Well, at least he knocked this time. He should be glad of that for his own sake, as you were in no mood for rudeness tonight.

After straightening your back and putting on that stoic mask, you opened the door. “Good evening, Commander, what may I help you with?”

“May I speak with the Senator?”

“I’m afraid she’s out for the evening, but I should be able to help with whatever you need.”

“Very well,” He reached behind him and slid a datapad from a pouch on his belt. “I’ve reviewed the Senator’s security details based on reports my men have given me. I have some changes I’d like to make.”

A sarcastic, ‘oh you do, do you?’ almost left your mouth, but you held it in, you really must be well past tired now. He held the data pad out to you and you began reading it before you even took it in hand.

“Please, come in,” you offered with a wave, “take a seat if you’d like.” You had a feeling this was going to be a long back and forth.

He said a polite “Thank you, ma’am,” as he stepped in, but did not even glance at the various chairs in the room, opting instead to stand at attention in the center of it all.

“She won’t agree to this,” you concluded after a moment, not having even scrolled halfway through the document. “She would be appalled by the mere idea of you searching her staff’s rooms without probable cause.” Another tap on the screen. “She’d also deny the proposal to lengthen guard shifts, she tries to keep them down to 7 hours to avoid stress and,” you almost laughed at this one, “and she has never allowed guards to stay in her room at night.”

“My men would never do anything inappropriate-”

“I did not say they would,” you assured with a raise of your hand, “Amidala doesn’t even let handmaidens such as myself stay in her room anymore, it’s nothing personal.” The last thing anyone needed was a corrie guard to shoot Skywalker the next time he thought he was sneaking into her room unnoticed.

The clone was silent for just a moment, his unreadable visor trained on you as you stared back. “Are there any of my suggestions that meet your approval?”

You didn’t know if he meant to say ‘her’ and mentioned you by mistake, or if he thought that you were making it your personal mission to thwart him at every turn. He meant well, you knew that, but you could picture exactly how the conversation would go if you gave this over for her to review, and you respected his time too much to waste it.

“How about this, Commander, would you allow me to tweak these suggestions into ones my lady will consider? I will try my best to keep the heart of them intact for you.”

He shifted on his feet a little, before clasping his hands behind his back. A faint crackle of his vocator said that he might have been holding in a sigh. “I suppose that’s an agreeable compromise.”

A part of you had hoped for a thank you, after all, you were taking time out of your already heavy workload to help, but you supposed the polite nod of his helmet would do. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get comfortable in your oversized chair with him standing there like a tall armored gargoyle, so instead you sat at Padmé’s desk and began typing.

Looking back, you probably should have read the whole proposal through the first time, if you had, the last bit of it wouldn't have come as such a shock.

“I’m a subject of one of your new plans?” you asked, looking up at him and allowing just a sprinkle of incredulity onto your expression.

“Yes.”

“Care to explain why I need a clone guard of my own?”

A slight roll of his shoulders, arms still behind his back. “I researched you. You’ve been in the Senator’s employ since before she came here.”

“I have.”

“And you don’t live in the senatorial apartments like the other staff. You live alone.”

“I do.”

He was silent, which only made your annoyance flare.

“And?” it came out far more snapping than you’d meant it to, and immediately you reeled the annoyance back in. Then, much more kindly, you added, “Please, Commander, speak your mind with me.”

At that, you noticed his shoulders actually lower just a bit, a controlled version of relaxing. “Isn’t it obvious? Your close relationship with the Senator makes you a target. If any of these thugs realized how close you are to her, they’d use you to get to her. I’ll have one of my troops escort you home every night and stand guard at your apartment to ensure your safety.”

Well, wasn’t that sweet. 

In truth, his suggestion actually took you by surprise. You hadn’t thought much about what living alone for the first time in a decade might mean. The condo was a new gift from Padmé, a token of her ‘thanks’ for all your years of service, a chance to have something of your own since you had lived with her since the day you stepped foot in her palace. In truth, you knew it was a peace offering, she had to change so much of her life to accommodate that tempestuous young Jedi of hers now. 

It didn’t matter that you knew the basics of their relationship, Padmé still couldn’t hold her handmaidens as close as she once did, or the secret of her marriage might be jeopardized. So she offered you your own space, your own home while she had to push you away. It had hurt, it still hurt a little, but you understood, and loved her too much to complain. She loved that Jedi and, if putting space between you and her was what she needed, then you would give it to her without question.

You hadn’t even had time to think about what living away from her might mean regarding safety.

“I’m very impressed with your work, Commander,” you admitted eventually. “You obviously take your role to heart and Amidala herself would appreciate your thoroughness. But, I promise you, there isn’t any need to waste one of your men on me. I can take care of myself.”

“I disagree.”

The annoyance came back with a vengeance- how dare he assume that-!

“Disagree about there not being a need, ma’am,” he quickly amended, and you realized your anger must have flashed across your face. “I don’t know what your personal training has been like, but all the same, my men are trained to protect and serve. Let them do their jobs.”

You allowed yourself a calming sigh. For all his stiffness, he really was trying to be polite and you supposed you could tap into your inner politician for him. 

“Please take a seat, Commander, I see no reason for you not to be comfortable while we hash this out.”

It had been nearly a month since he, the head of the Coruscant Guard, warned that senator about the threat on her life, and the way she made no changes to her daily routine was, frankly, starting to piss him off.

“What do you mean she’s still going to attend that rally!?” He hadn’t meant to yell, especially at the brother who had just gotten off a twelve hour watch shift outside Amidala’s residence. But damn it, was he annoyed.

At least the trooper didn’t seem shaken, “Sir, I expressed my concern, but she just reiterated that-”

“That ‘no one is going to scare me into hiding’ right right, so she’s said,” the Commander finished, having heard that same line several times from the woman- and her bossy little handmaiden, over the last month. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, mind wandering over the dozens of security weaknesses this rally was sure to have. Why was it so damn important that she make some speech at a gathering for- kriff, he didn’t even remember what the topic was. Not that it mattered in the end. He was quickly realizing that this willful senator was going to give him endless migraines.

“Perhaps, assigning more troops to her will help, sir?” the shinny offered, obviously trying his best to help.

“No, we’re already stretched thin, even if I hadn’t made up the schedules for the week.” At least he managed to sound less grumpy that time, it wasn’t the kid’s fault that his new job wasn’t what he’d expected. He thought he’d be out putting blaster holes in droids right now, freeing innocent civies from seppie control in a blaze of glory. Instead, he was bowing to the simpering pleas of the chancellor and corralling feral senators like cadets in their first shooting lesson.

Alright, maybe ‘feral’ was a little harsh for Amidala, and her bossy aid. Truthfully, despite their tendencies to brush off his concerns, they at least showed some respect to him and his men, more than a lot of the politicians in the building. Not that it was his place to care about said things in the first place, he had to follow orders no matter who treated him in whatever way.

He let out a sigh. “I’ll escort her personally,” he eventually concluded. 

It was the best answer, he could put off reports or the couple of hours the rally took, and his skills were more finely honed than a majority of his men, meaning he’d more than enough. 

“Dismissed, trooper, you’re off duty.”

An attentive ‘yes, sir!’ followed that, with the familiar sound of armored feet marching out his office door. The Commander rolled his shoulders and picked up his personal data pad to double check Amidala’s schedule. He’d have to let Thorn know he wasn’t going to be in during that time slot, and ask him to take on any in-house emergencies, but, other than that, it shouldn’t be an issue.

This was going to be an interesting day.

About two hours later, his shuttle was landing on the platform outside Amidala’s residence. Always vigilant, he was greeted by her personal guard dressed in traditional Naboo attire- how nat-borns felt safe wearing nothing but cloth, he’d never know.

“Commander,” Typho, the captain of her guard, greeted, “what brings you here this time?”

“I was informed of the Senator’s plans to attend that rally,” despite my warnings and advice, “I’m here as extra security,” since, apparently, I care more about her safety than she does!

Typho smirked, the skin near his roguish eye patch crinkling, “If you insist, though, if you have more important duties to tend to, I assure you, we have everything under control.”

“If my other duties were an issue, I wouldn't be here.” The words came out more flatly than he’d intended, but Typho didn’t seem bothered as he led him through the transparisteel doors into the apartment proper.

As always there were aids and household staff running about, along with that gold protocol droid who seemed to find something to fret and cry about at all hours, according to his men. This wasn’t the first time he’d been in the residence himself in the last month and, just when a particular handmaiden came striding out of the bedroom chamber with that cool collected expression, the memory of the previous time came flooding back. 

Not many people stood their ground against a man like him, but you seemed to do it as if it were nothing. He had been demanding to see Amidala, to update her on his latest information regarding the mercenaries, but you had planted yourself between him and her door like a statue. He still remembered that blank stare you gave him, that told him everything and nothing at the same time- that somehow said a rude ‘take a hike, boy’ and a polite ‘the senator will answer your concerns at a later date’ simultaneously. It was only when he had made to shove past you a third time that you told him why he couldn’t go inside yet. Honestly, if you had just said that Amidala was undressed in the first place, he would have understood! He wasn’t that unfamiliar with nat-borns and their boundaries.

Standing in the same room again now, he felt his face get a little warm at the memory, especially when you approached him.

“Good evening, Commander,” you greeted in that smooth, even tone of yours. “Senator Amidala is getting ready for the evening’s events, and wants me to thank you for your offer of extra security.”

How did she- how would you- how could either of you possibly know why he was here already? He recovered quickly enough, clasping his hands behind his back. “Just, doing my job, ma’am.”

“Would you like anything while you wait? Something to drink perhaps? Or…a lengthy report on the event hall and its security weaknesses?”

He blinked behind his helmet, unable to tell if you were joking. Ever since that late night of debating security in Amidala’s office, you seemed a little less careful with your words when talking to him. Even if he still couldn’t always discern their actual meaning.

That was another thing about you that he noticed, his own inability to puzzle you out sometimes. One moment you were all bossy, demanding answers and actions out of him in a cooler tone than most of his COs, the next you were rather pleasant, all respectful nods and considerate questions. Like asking about his name. His name, you were the first nat-born to ever ask him if he even had one.

Even after these little encounters, he still couldn’t quite figure you out, and it was honestly starting to annoy him a little.

“I already did thorough research on the venue, so there’s no need for that,” was the answer he finally settled on.

There was that polite bow of your head again, “Of course, Commander.”

“Fox.”

He almost saw your face twitch in confusion as you looked back up at him. “Pardon?”

“You said that if I ever chose another name, to tell you. I’m Commander Fox now.”

There was the smallest little lift at the corner of your mouth. “Then, I am pleased to reacquaint myself with your name, Commander Fox.”

Fox wasn’t sure if that was some particular Naboo saying or not, but he didn’t have time to wonder as Amidala came striding out of the bedchamber. Fox snapped back to attention fast, and put everything except for protocol out of his thoughts as the evening went on.

All in all, the rally had gone… well. 

Fox stood on the sidelines, scanning the perimeter, repeatedly checking the entry points, and when Amidala gave her speech he made sure no one got even an arm’s length from the podium. You and the other handmaidens were at the woman’s side the whole time, never wavering, always at attention, always watching. Seeing all four women together for the first time, and noting how they positioned themselves around the Senator, made him realize something. 

When the handmaidens moved together, they used a formation that he and his men often did. A military formation. He’d recognize it anywhere, even if the bodies were swathed in velvety cloth instead of hard armor and the hands were tucked into sleeves instead of gripping blasters. Maybe he had more to learn about the training nat-borns went through on various planets.

Oh and…had he said the rally went well? There was an amendment to that: it went well until it all went to shit.

The meeting was over and Fox waved for the senator’s group to follow him through the back room of the venue, to where the transport was waiting outside. His eyes were keen, as always, watching, searching, but even when he didn’t spot anything, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

His fingers were just about to open the door to the outside landing pad, when your voice called out behind him. He turned and saw your brows pinched together as you pressed your finger to your ear.

“I’m not getting a response from our driver,” you said, “I think somethi-” 

He saw your eyes go wide in shock before he registered the door sliding open behind him. Fox’s body was turning on instinct, but he thought he saw a flash of silver being pulled from the velvet of your sleeve before he came face to face with a thug lifting a rifle.

Hands went to his pistols a second before the goon fired, but it was still too slow- until the thug got hit square in the chest from shot fired somewhere behind Fox. That left the Commander free to fire at the two others who where closing in on the door. The second they fell he slammed his elbow on the control panel, eyes darting across the platform to assess, even as the door slid shut.

Another punch with his hand and the door resealed itself, but it wouldn’t hold them for long. 

“I counted five,” there was your voice again, as you crouched opposite him of the entrance, holding a elegant silver blaster at the ready, “five, besides the ones we already stunned.”

“Obviously they thought they could overwhelm us with numbers instead of skill,” he heard Amidala say, completely surrounded by her guards and other handmaidens, all with blasters in hand. 

“This door won’t hold them for long,” Fox could already hear shouts and feet closing in.

That’s when he saw a mischievous kind of determination glimmer in your eyes. “Commander, if they want to trap themselves on that small platform while we hold a choke point, I say: let them.”

Despite himself, Fox smirked behind his helmet. He liked the way you thought.

“We’ll watch your back,” Typho offered, signaling his own guards to cover the only other door in the room.

“I take the left, you right?” you asked, face set, ready.

Fox gave you a second’s long look, and nodded, before he opened the door. 

The moment it hissed open there was chaos. Thankfully, the idiots on the other side couldn’t aim worth a shit. Fox had to trust that you could cover the left, which was, admittedly, not easy for him, but you had been quick enough to shoot the first gunman over his shoulder, and that gave him a little confidence.

Instead, Fox made himself focus on the two who had been trying to get the door open, their closeness making them easy pickings. Later, he might actually laugh at the sheer lack of skill and coordination the group had. He couldn't laugh, though, idiots with guns were their own kind of dangerous and he shouldn't underestimate that.

“Fox, straight ahead!” he heard you shout over the blasterfire, just as his second target fell. 

He looked up and saw a mountain sized lassat, charging at the door with a riot shield in hand, taking all their blaster shot. With barely enough time to dive out of the way, Fox didn’t even see that you had jumped up to grab a shelving unit beside the door.

Your timing was perfect.

The lassat had just barely cleared the door as you pulled on the shelf and sent it slamming into his side, the shield falling useless from his grasp. It wasn’t quite enough to fell the large man, though, and Fox- as well as the other handmaidens in the room, opened fire as the enemy rounded on you with a shout. You ducked under his large fist as the first volley of stun bolts hit him.

By Fox’s count, it took 17 shots to bring him down, and when he fell it was with a resounding thud.

Everyone held their breath for a moment, heart beat thudding in his ears. Not another shot sounded, even as you moved to sweep the doorway one last time. When you confirmed that all was clear, the room breathed again.

Fox was just about to clamber to his feet, when you walked up and extended your hand. “Are you alright, Commander?”

He grunted in reply, taking your offered hand, and felt a jolt of surprise when you hauled him up with almost no effort. A quick scan of your body assured him that you hadn’t been hit, so he turned to the room at large.

“Is everyone else alright?” Fox asked, just as he heard sirens closing in.

“We’re fine,” Amidala announced with pride, “it takes far more than a few would-be bandits to shake us, Fox.” 

“Our driver was finally able to reach us,” Typho interjected, “she managed to escape their ambush and call for back up.”

That explained the sirens. Fox pulled out the wrist binders from his belt pouch and knelt to cuff the lassat. He would have to give his report to the others when they landed, but, before they did, he had one other duty to tend to.

He straightened up, standing practically chest to chest with you as you finally relaxed and lowered your blaster. Fox liked your fire, and hadn’t misplaced his trust when he let you help him. Honestly, if today was any indicator, he’d be proud to fight beside you any day. But, rules were rules.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” his hand shot out to snatch your blaster before you could react, “but you’re in violation of code 187-24.”

“E-excuse me?!”

Fox had never seen a strong emotion on your face to date, so the look of completely anger and incredulity that crossed your face almost made him laugh.

He pushed the thought away as he waved his hands at the other handmaidens, “Neither you, or any of them are registered as personal guards in our records. Under the new Coruscant Guard Regulations, aids are not permitted to carry firearms. Now, given the newness of the codes, I can let all of you off with a warning, but this is a serious violation and further investigation may be needed.”

“Now wait just a moment, Commander!” Amidala said through her teeth as she rushed forward.

Quite a bit of squabbling now mixed with the sounds of sirens, all of it giving Fox a headache. He sighed through he helmet, honestly, he was just doing his job.

And, it was only because he was nice that he wasn’t forcing you into cuffs right there. But no one thought of that while he cleaned up this mess- the mess that also could have been avoid, had everyone just listened to him in the first place!

No one ever listened to Fox.

You should definitely be thanking him for not arresting you.

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[emocka]

The tattoo

Warning mention of attempted suicide, reader has a semi colon tattoo gn reader

Main note: if you ever have these thought please call you suicide hot line and do not read this.

Note: I've been thinking about the semi colon recently and this came to mind

The butterfly landed on: aether, xiao, kazuha, albedo, scaramouche, and Yae miko

Aether

He knew about the semi colon. He had one himself. But imagine to his surprise that someone yourself , so bubbly kind and caring has one.

Then he learned your story. Before your relationship with him you were forced into an arranged marriage. It was a deadly one. The guy was abusive. The marriage was so bad you attempted to take your life. And yet your parents refused to let you divorce.

'I managed to get the divorce granted after I tried three more times.' You said looking down at your wrist.

'Do you know why you stopped your attempts?' He asked taking a hold of your hand.

'I ran into you. Believe it or not it was you.' You smiled at him 'I remembered our time as high school sweethearts.'

Aether chuckled pulling your hand close. He kissed it.

'I'm glad your around still.' He smiled. 'I know it been rough but we're here now.'

You nodded.

'Good. Cuddles?'

Xiao

Like aether xiao had one as well. He suspected you had one as well. The daily therapy was obvious.

You wore a tank top one day. On your wrists sat a butterfly with a name. The body of the butterfly was a semi colon.

He pulled you down in his lap asking about it.

You explained the meaning of it. The semi colon showed you battling with your thoughts while the butterfly showed rebirth. The name was your grandparents name.

He hugged you tightly. You returned the gesture running your hands through his hair.

'Can I ask why you stopped?' He asked quietly.

'Three. My grandparent said they rain hell down on everyone if I decided to follow through. Two. That black jackass over in the cat tree acting smug. One' you kissed his head.

He looked at you then the cat. He gave a small smile.

'Yea those are great reasons' He pushed you off his lap.

'Hug?' He asked.

You gave him one of the warmest hugs possible.

Kazuha

Kazuha had one but it was on his back. You knew he got it after your brother his best friend tomo died. You got one to.

For a completely different reason. You struggled with depression all your life. When tomo died it sent you into a deeper spiral. It sent you over the edge.

Tomo was your protector from anyone and everything.

Luckily kazuha was able to get you help when he found you.

****

He spotted the tattoo on your pinky finger. He gave a small smile. Taking your hand he kissed it.

'Y/N. You've been strong going through all this hell.' He started. 'I know it's been difficult since Tomo passed.'

You looked at him tears threatening to spill. He sat on the bed patting the spot next to him. You sat down next to him. He pulled you close.

'We'll both get through this together.' He said. 'I promise'

Scaramouche

His was behind his ear. Your was on your leg. You had a little ankle braclet tattoo on your ankle the semi colon 'hanging' from it.

He was there to witness everything. The previous relationship, your parents, and your job.

He was the one who rushed you to the hospital years ago.

He sighed looking at your ankle one last time. He got up as you walked passed him. Following you He quickly grabbed you throwing you over his shoulder.

You shrugged and let it happen.

'Were going to bed.' He said gently dumping you on the bed.

You smiled and waited for him to crawl in. When he did you planted yourself on top of him. Pulling the blanket over you hummed a tune. Soon you both fell asleep. Scaramouche unconsciously wrapping his arms around you tightly.

Albedo

He didn't have one. He has heard of it. When he met you he spotted it. It was placed behind your eat with a feather below it.

When asked what happened you explained. You were a victim. It was difficult to talk about but with albedo it was actually easy to spill.

He held you hand.

'Your very brave to fight through all that. It's time you got a break.'

You nodded.

'Thanks'

He smiled at you before holding his out to you.

Yae miko

She heard about them. Didn't think about the impact it had until she met you.

You were suffering from severe depression. With the many attempts you finally got the help you needed.

Your was located on your forearm. The semicolon was on the back of a nine tail kitsune.

She tapped your shoulder opening her arms for a hug. You returned the gesture.

Later that night while you slept a pink fox showed up at your window. Sneaking in she curled up against you. Keeping you warm safe from harm.

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[profound-imagination]

Finding Home - Eris Vanserra - Part 3.

A/N: I really appreciate all the love this is getting!!❤️ I've got a 9 hour flight coming up in a week or so, send me some requests to write while I'm on the plane!!

T/W: Description of injury & torture.

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Eris Vanserra wasn't expecting the ambush by his father's men. He prided himself on always being three steps ahead of the male who had sired him. But this, this he didn't see coming. He'd been too wrapped up in you and the feeling of the mating bond that he'd missed the obvious signs that he found when he thought back. So here he was, chained in one of his father's cells, going through the torture he'd experienced regularly as a boy and a young male.

He'd kept a strong grip on holding the bond closed so you wouldn't feel what was happening to him, he wouldn't let you feel this. Usually he'd compartmentalise, sending his mind elsewhere so he didn't feel the pain, a method he'd perfected during his youth, but he couldn't do that now, he had to hold the bond closed. He'd let you in on every other emotion and sensation he felt without hesitation, but not this. He was cursing himself for letting his grasp slip when his father delivered a particularly nasty burn to his chest with the fire iron that had slowly been glowing hotter in his father's hand, leaving the Autumn Court sigil right in the center of his chest as a brand, when he was struck by the iron again, this time across his face with the other end and his head whipped round so fast he thought it might do the full 360 degrees around his neck. "Aligning yourself with the Night Court is a move against me, isn't it?" His father seethed as Eris tried to bring his vision back into focus. "Running around with one of their little whores!" Eris gritted his teeth refusing to react, the tang of blood coating his tounge. "I bet she's been passed around all of them, the Illyrian camps included." He gritted his teeth harder, he was sure he was going to crack them all while his mind flashed back to the night you had given yourself to him and only him. "We respect and maintain the old values here, boy! Fuck whoever you want but you do not, and I mean under any circumstances align with anyone not of noble blood, anyone not pure! You know the rules, you will marry a virgin! Mated or not, I will not allow it!" His father moved to using his fists, they were equally as hot as the iron had been, landing blow after blow on his torso. "Do you think I didn't notice you leave every night and return every morning?" Punch "Do you think I didn't notice those incessant hounds of yours have gone?" Punch "I will find her, boy and she will suffer, just like with your traitor brother's bitch." Punch.

He was barely holding onto consciousness when his father had finally left his cell. He'd been pumped full of Fae Bane, his father would not allow him to heal, he'd be left hanging here by his wrists for the next few days to think about what he'd done. It had been years since his father had been this bad with him, the last time being when he had defied him and refused to help with the slaughter of Lucien's lover. His father was particularly angry having lost two sons during their pursuit of the youngest brother. He could feel you now, as if you were banging on the fiery walls around his mind, begging to be let in. He wouldn't open his mind, he knew you'd come for him and he knew Rhys would follow out of loyalty to your sister and with Rhys came Azriel and Cassian and he'd be damned if he needed them to rescue him.

"Eris, Eris wake up!" He could barely open his eyes but he cracked them just enough to see his littlest brother in front of him. "He'll kill you." Eris rasped out. "You can't be here, Lucien!" Lucien scoffed. "I've been sneaking in and out of this house for years, did you really think I'd not come back to visit mother?" The arrogance and sneakiness of his little brother never failed to surprise him. "Now come on, we need to get you out of these chains and out of here before that mate of yours storms the house." Eris tensed at the idea but nodded weakly at his brother. It took Lucien mere minutes to get the chains off of his wrists and he didn't miss Lucien's sharp intake of breath when he walked behind him and saw the state of his back. Whipped by fire, now that was a new one. "We need to clean those and heal them, why aren't you healing?" Eris cringed as his knees crashed to the floor. "Fae Bane." He spat a mouthful of blood to the floor as Lucien hauled him to his feet. "Why do you let him do this to you? You're as strong as he is, if not stronger." Eris coughed and spat out more blood. "Been happening for centuries" he took a deep breath as Lucien slipped a shirt over his shoulders. "Let it happen to stop it from being you or mother." Lucien's grip tightened on his big brother's arm.

The brothers stumbled through the dungeons, they had to reach the gardens so Lucien could winnow them out, it was not as easy and quick as it should've been as Eris could barely hold his own weight but they'd made it and Lucien had winnowed them as far as he could, he moved to winnow again when Eris had grabbed his arm. "I need a minute." He was panting and every breath hurt, broken ribs for sure. Instead of snapping back with something sarcastic as he was expecting his little brother helped him rest against a tree and waited for him to be ready to winnow again. Eris gathered himself, any and all of the strength he had left and said "Where are we going Lucien? To the Night Court?" Lucien shook his head. "Winter. Kallias has offered you solace there and with the friendship between Vivienne and Y/N it was agreed it was the best place to go, Father will come straight to Night when he knows you're gone. We will negotiate with him from there." Eris nodded at his younger brother. "Take me to her." Lucien grimaced "Have you seen yourself? Let the Feyre see you first." Eris didn't have time to respond as his brother grabbed his arm and they were winnowing again.

It was cold. Winter was beautiful and you loved the snow but it was bitterly cold but you couldn't worry about the possibility of losing toes as you stood in front of the small cottage Kallias had offered you, staring endlessly at the treeline waiting for Lucien to reappear with Eris. The plan was to leave this morning, make it to Autumn by tonight and get Eris out as a team. Lucien had gone in the dead of night, it seemed you were the only one unaware of his plan, the one they'd told you was clearly now a ruse to keep you where you were and out of harm's way, you couldn't bring yourself to be mad about it.

By mid morning Feyre had coaxed you inside telling you that Nyx was crying for you. He was crying but you weren't overly sure it was for you. He'd soothed easy enough in your arms as you sat in the armchair in Feyre, Rhys' and Nyx's room, reading a book to the toddler who was fighting sleep, slumped against your chest, a hand curled in Nox's fur as the little dog had scrambled his way into your lap to curl up with your nephew. The sound of the door opening caught your attention and rushed voices. They were back, you could feel him, you could feel that Eris was near even if you couldn't actually feel him like you usually could through the bond. You longed to go to him but with Nyx just about to drop off in your lap you knew he'd scream the place down if you moved. A sigh of relief came out of you when Rhys appeared in the doorway and took Nyx out of your arms and you rushed out of the room.

"Maybe we should keep Y/N out of here?" You could hear Feyre asking, no chance in hell. You quickened your pace and rounded the corner to enter your room when you ran smack bang into Lucien. "Let Feyre work, Y/N." He placed his hands on your shoulders. "It's rough, he wouldn't want you to see him like that." You pushed against him but he didn't budge. "Please?" You whimpered at him. "I need to be with him." He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, Lucien had become your best friend and a sudden realisation hit you as he said. "I need you to sit with me, it was bad, Y/N, really bad." Eris might be your mate, but he was Lucien's big brother, the brother he idolised growing up, the one he wanted to be. He'd confessed to you how much he'd loved his big brother after too many wines one night while Eris was away and he'd come to keep you company, so you nodded. Lucien had always been there for you so you'd be there for him, he had after all, just realised the abuse his brother took from their father for centuries to keep him safe and out of the firing line.

The two of you sat opposite the closed door of your room, you holding Lucien's hand as Feyre worked. At least you sat there until you heard Eris scream. It made your blood stop flowing and run cold and you were through the door before Lucien could react. What you saw made you sick to your stomach. Eris was lying on his stomach with his head facing the door, eyes screwed shut, teeth biting into his bottom lip to stop himself from screaming out again as Feyre worked on the damage his father had caused. She was using a mixture of healing magic and a salve, murmuring apologies to Eris as she went. His eyes widened when you first fell through the door. One word sounded in your head, his voice broken and weak before he lost consciousness again. "Sweetness."

You fell to your knees beside him, tears lining your eyes. "Is he going to be okay?" You all but whispered to Feyre. She sighed. "The Fae Bane is making it hard to heal him & he refused to drink my blood, I've done all I can for now, he needs rest." She placed a bowl of warm water next to you. "I barely touched him to clean them when he screamed, maybe you'll have better luck." You looked at the bowl and cloth she'd placed next to you and the cuts and burns on his back, it was sickening, the skin split open as if he'd been whipped but the skin around the wounds were blistered, some of them still forming. "Feyre I need snow!" She shot you a confused look. "The burns, his back, we need to pack it with snow, cold compresses to help the blistering and what better to use than all the fresh snow outside!" It was then you heard a giggle and a thud, Nyx had escaped Rhys' arms and Rhys had fallen over Lucien in an attempt to grab his son who had winnowed into your lap. He let out a tiny little gasp as he looked at Eris and stretched out a little hand to brush some of his hair out of his face. "Hurt?" He pouted at you as he asked and you nodded. "Yes sweet boy, he's hurt. Wanna help me collect some snow to make him better?" Nyx clapped his little hands and nodded.

Nyx was screaming with laughter as Lucien chased him round in the snow, Nox chasing them both as usual. Yourself, Feyre and Rhys allowed small smiles at the scene as you each collected snow and headed back into your room. As gently as you could you started covering Eris' bare back with it, he shuddered, but it seemed to be in relief rather than pain so you'd take that. Once his back was covered there was nothing to do but wait for him to come back to you. Rhys had brought the armchair from their room into you so you could sit next to the bed and Nyx had refused to leave you. He brushed another little hand through Eris' hair and was happily drawing on the floor with Nox sat at your feet, the little dog sensing your unease.

You weren't sure when you'd dozed off but you woke to Nyx pulling at your leg. "Wake! Wake!" You groaned sleepily. "I'm awake sweet boy." You told him without opening your eyes and he huffed. "No! Wake!" He pulled at your leg again. "He means me." A weak voice said as your eyes finally shot open. "Hi Sweetness." Tears lined your eyes again at the sight of him. "Hey, no tears." He said at the same time as Nyx said "No cry!" You hadn't heard Feyre, Rhys and Lucien enter until Feyre spoke. "Come on Nyx, let's leave them alone for a little bit. It's bath time." He pouted at his mother and pointed at Eris. "Hurt! I help!" Eris reached out an arm to the small boy and ruffled his hair, grimacing as he did so and you cringed as you saw even more cuts and burns on his arm. "You did a great job little one and an even better job of looking after your aunt for me, go with your mother." Nyx looked so unbelievably proud of himself, glowing with pride due to the praise he'd just received, he looked down at Nox. "Bath time puppy!" And he took off running, dog going after the toddler and his parents running after them both as you heard Rhys yell. "Nyx! Do not put the dog in the bath again!" The two splashes you heard told you both dog and baby were in the bath.

You weren't sure if it was from lack of sleep, delirium or the relief of Eris regaining conciousnes or if it was genuinely hilarious but you were crying with laughter and soon enough Lucien was laughing along with you. Eris was giving you a warm look when you wiped the tears from your eyes. "How are you feeling?" You asked him. "Soggy and cold" He answered as you remembered covering him in snow before you'd drifted off. "We put snow on your back, I thought it might offer some relief as the Fae Bane was stopping anything from working." He half smiled. "Good thinking, Sweetness." He looked at Lucien "Help me up please brother." Lucien obliged and gently pulled his brother to his feet. You hadn't seen the brand on his chest and you gasped as anger filled your veins, the feeling flowing through the bond. Eris' eyes snapped to you, he followed your eyes to his chest. "Hey, it's okay, it won't scar." You needed a distraction so to busied yourself with changing the sheets on the bed to dry, clean ones while Eris reassured his brother he was okay. By the time you were done and had fetched a bowl of clean water and the softest cloth you could find along with some bandages and salves, Lucien had left the two of you alone.

Eris walked the best he could to stand in front of you. "Look at me, love." You'd been struggling to do so since he woke. You met his gaze and the dam broke. Tears streamed down your face and you were taking gasping breaths. "I'm okay Sweetness, I'm here with you." He was desperately trying to reassure you and you couldn't form words so you sent some down the bond instead. "I didn't know anything was wrong! Nothing felt off down the bond but I hadn't heard from you in three days! I should've known something was wrong and I didn't, I'm a terrible mate. I'm sorry you're stuck with me. It's all my fault, you took three days of torture before I even knew you were gone!" At some point you'd fallen to your knees and you were sobbing into your hands. He let you cry, he let you let it out knowing he wouldn't get through to you until you'd gotten it out of your system. When your crying ceased and your breathing was returning to normal you heard his voice in your head. "Please open your eyes, love." You did as he asked and found him on the floor with you. "This is not your fault. You didn't do this. You didn't feel anything because I didn't let you know anything was off. Do not blame yourself. You are not a terrible mate. You were made for me just as I was made for you and I will not hear it." You nodded at him as his thumbs wiped away the last of your tears.

You stood, helping him do the same. "You split your back again, can I clean it?" He nodded and you got to work, cleaning the wounds as gently as possible, applying salve and then wrapping them, placing a gentle kiss just next to the brand on his chest as you walked the bandages around his body. You helped him into the softest jumper you could find and some dry, clean underwear and trousers, the jumper was a little big on him but you'd rather it hang off of him than cling to his wounds and walked hand in hand out into the main living space where you found Lucien and Feyre setting the table for dinner, little Nyx was drawing again and Rhys was holding the little dog who was wrapped in a towel. Both dog and High Lord looked utterly unimpressed by the situation and you snorted out a laugh at the sight. "You see that too right?" You asked your mate and he smirked back at you. "I do." You met Rhys' annoyed look "Who's the dog mom now, Rhys?" He sent you his middle finger into your mind.

"Where are the others?" Eris asked, referring to the dogs. "They're with Kallias, being well looked after and utterly spoiled in his kennels." Rhys answered and Eris raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know he had dogs?" You shook your head. "He doesn't, he has wolves, but your babies are fine, don't worry" Eris pinched your side "They better be!" You'd tell him later that you'd adopted a wolf puppy, the runt who'd been rejected by its mother and was currently housed with Eris' babies. You were never going to get Nox back from Nyx. You didn't have the heart to separate them either but you'd hadn't told Nyx or his parents that yet.

"Would you like some tea?" You asked your mate as you helped him take a seat on the sofa, he smiled at you gratefully as he peered over Nyx's shoulder. "What are you drawing, little one?" Nyx beamed at him, how he'd managed to become Nyx's favourite while being unconscious and seriously injured you'd never know. "Puppy, you, Aunt Y/N!" He told Eris happily and your heart warmed as you glanced at the drawing. Feyre sidled up to you while you were making tea, she nudged you and pointed to your mate and her son and her voice floated into your mind. "He's going to be a great dad someday." You smiled and nodded and said back "He will be, but not until I've lived a lifetime with him first." Her laugh sounded in your mind. "I said the same thing." You smiled at your sister. "Thank you for helping me, Fey, for staying with me through all of this." She smiled back at you. "Of course."

The six of you were laughing and joking after dinner, mugs of hot chocolate warming your hands. "We'll head back tomorrow." Rhys said "I'd like to be there when your father arrives." He said looking at Eris and then a small smile formed on his face. You turned to look at your mate to see what Rhys was smiling at and your heart nearly exploded. He was fast asleep, an arm around Nyx who had crawled up on the sofa with the two of you and had at some point fallen asleep curled into Eris' side, one of his little wings splayed across Eris' stomach. "Feyre?" She looked at you, eyebrows raised. "That's what I want painted." She grinned. "It'll be done by the time you both arrive in Velaris, when he's fully healed, don't come back before then." Rhys nodded along with his mate. "I'll come back with you." Lucien said to the pair of them and Feyre smiled at him. "Missing Elain?" She teased, he rolled his eyes, metal one whirring as he did so. "I promised her dinner."

Panic overtook you when you woke the next morning and Eris wasn't next to you. Nearly falling over the blankets wrapped around your legs as you flew out of bed and stumbled through your bedroom doors, the panic melted away when you found him on the sofa, exactly where you'd left him last night. Nyx lying with him, curled up on his chest, a little fist in Nox's fur, who also appeared to be stealing Eris' heat, curled up into his side. "He woke me up, I couldn't say no to the big eyes he was giving me, got himself cosy and fell back to sleep." He smiled warmly down at your nephew and you nodded. "Go back to sleep if you want sweetness, the sun isn't up yet." He murmured while running a hand through Nyx's dark hair. Feyre tumbled out of her room, the panic fading from her face when she saw her son was safe, alseep on your mates chest. "Sorry for him, he likes people and seems to love you more than most." She said quietly to Eris, he smiled at her. "He's fine, you can go back to sleep, I'll watch him." You smiled at Eris, giving your sister, her mate and her son a look behind his mask, just as you'd asked him too. Feyre seemed happy enough and went back to bed, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

You picked up a blanket and sat next to the three of them seeing as between the dog and the toddler you weren't going to be able to steal any warmth from your mate like they were. "Do you ever think about this?" He asked quietly still smiling down at Nyx. "Think about what?" He smiled at you as he gestured at the sleeping toddler on his chest. "Having children, being a parent?" You thought for a second and in all honesty, you hadn't, not until him. "I never thought I wanted children, never thought I wanted to be a parent, but with you? I'd do it with you. I want to have your children, I want to learn how to be a parent with you, do you?" His smiled widened at your words. "I've always wanted children, having the father I do, I've always wanted to have children and to be better than him, the first time I saw you, I knew that it was going to be you I had them with, but not now, not until my father is gone and you and our children will be safe." You smiled back at him. "I want to live a lifetime with you first, Eris, I want to get married, as human as that sounds, I want you to be my husband, I want to be by your side when you become High Lord and you remake the Autumn Court to be a happy place, a place full of laughter and love, and if you want to burn it all to the ground and start again then we will, we'll find home, you and me, and the wolf puppy I've adopted from Kallias." He smiled, sent a feeling of overwhelming love down the bond as your words settled over him, then his mouth fell open in shock. "Wolf puppy?"

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I did I thing.

Inspired by certain someone who did this art work.

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A young beautiful man wearing a soft green dress walked through a large mushroom forest. The sun shining in his crystal blue eyes, his sweet chocolate brown hair, tied back under his head scarf. His ghost dog floating next to him.

‘Little town, it's a quiet village

Every day like the one before

Little town, full of little Toadies.

Waking up to say-”

“Bonjour!”

“Good Morning!”

“Hiya!”

“Hello!”

“Yo!”

Luigi laughed as he walked through the town.

‘There goes the baker with his tray like always

The same old bread and rolls to sell

Every morning just the same

Since the morning that we both came

To this poor, provincial town’

An old looking toad sat on his porch and waved as the young man passed.

“Good Morning, Luigi”

Good morning, Señor Jean!”

“Where are you off to?” He laughed, tapping his cane on the floor.

“To return this book to Père Robert?

It's about two lovers in fair Verona” Luigi swooned, spinning on his toes. A look of happiness on his face.

“Sounds boring,” the old man laughed, sipping his tea.

‘Look there, he goes, that boy is strange, no question!’ Other toads gossiped.

‘Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?’

‘Never part of any crowd’

'Cause his head's up on some cloud!’

‘No denying he’s a funny boy, that Luigi!’

“Bonjour!”

“Good day! How is your family?”

“Bonjour! Good day! How is your wife?”

“I need six eggs!”

“That's too expensive!”

‘There must be more than this provincial life!’ Luigi sighed as walked into a building.

Walking into a small library, Luigi called out to a light green toad, putting books away on a shelf.

“Good Morning Señor Père!”

“Ah, if it isn't the only other bookworm in town!” The old one laughed, fixing his glasses.

“So, where did you run off to this week?”

“Two cities in Northern Italy

I didn't want to come back!” Luigi giggled.

“Have you got any new places to go?”

“I'm afraid not,” he sighed sadly.

“But you may re-read any of the old ones that you'd like!”

“Your library makes our small corner of the world feel so much bigger.” he smiled kindly, squeezing the old toad’s hand.

“Bon voyage!” Père smiled back as he walked off.

‘Look there he goes, the boy is so peculiar!’

‘I wonder if he's feeling well!’ Others spoke as he passed.

‘With a dreamy, far-off look

And his nose is stuck in a book!’

‘What a puzzle to the rest of us is Luigi.’

Luigi sat down on a bench, his dog sitting in the air beside him.

‘Oh, isn't this amazing?

It's my favourite part because you'll see

Here's where she meets Prince Charming

But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three!!’

Polterpup barked happily back at his owner.

‘Now it's no wonder that he’s called a 'Beauty!

His looks have got no parallel’ a few female toads laughed.

‘But behind that fair facade

I'm afraid he's rather odd!’ Another smirked.

‘Very different from the rest of us!

He's nothing like the rest of us!’

‘Yes, Luigi is different from the rest of us!.’

Meanwhile, somewhere in a large ghostly castle, a tall male ghost stared at our hero through a crystal ball. He wore an old white suit and large purple jewelled crown.

“Look at him, LeFou, my future husband!

Luigi is the most beautiful man in that village!

That makes him the best!”

“But he's so clumsy and timid, while you're so athletically inclined!” His smaller minion gulped, looking at the same man as his master.

“Yes, but ever since the war against that stupid reptile!;

I've felt like I've been missing something

And he's the only man that gives me that sense of-”

“Mmm, je ne sais quoi?” The minion smiled.

The ghost glared at his servant angrily.

“I don't know what that means!”

They look back to the ball.

‘Right from the moment when I met him, saw him

I said he's gorgeous and I fell!

There in town, there's only he,

Who is as beautiful as me!;

So I'm making plans to woo and marry Luigi!

‘Look there he goes

Isn't he dreamy?

Master Boo!’ Cried some Victorian ghost women hiding behind the door.

‘Oh, he's so cute!

Be still, my dead heart!

I'm hardly breathing

He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!’

Back in town, Luigi walked past everyone, buying food for him and his brother.

“Bonjour”

“Pardon”

“Good day”

“Mais oui”

“You call this bacon?!”

“What lovely flowers!”

“Some cheese”

“Ten yards”

“One pound!”

“Excuse me”

“I'll get the knife”

“Please let me through”

“This bread”

“Those fish”

“It's stale”

“They smell”

“Madame's mistaken”

“Well, maybe so!”

‘There must be more than this provincial life!’ Luigi sighed to himself as he walked back home through the forest, his dog at his feet.

‘Just watch, I'm going to make Luigi my bride!’ King Boo laughed.

‘Look there he goes

That boy is strange but special

A most peculiar young man!

It's a pity and a sin

he doesn't quite fit in

'Cause he really is a funny boy

A beauty but a funny boy

He really is a funny boy

That Luigi!’

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The Reunion Scene

Westley x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Princess Bride

Day 10 Prompt: "It's alright, I'm here now."

Summary: Westley and his love reunite after she shoves him off a cliff, before realizing who he was of course.

Word Count: 1,070

Category: Fluff

A/N: I'm reading the Princess Bride novel and apparently "The Reunion Scene" in the book between Westley and Buttercup is a bit of a running gag (the wikipedia article can give a quick walk through for anyone curious), so I decided to write it! In the book, it's described as a three page scene, which is about the length of this. For anyone unaware of the wild lore behind the novel, I highly recommend a Wikipedia deep dive, it's very entertaining

Tagging @auroracalisto as my fellow Princess Bride fan :) Hope you're having an amazing first semester teaching!!

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I planted both hands against the chest of the man before me and shoved with all my strength, sending him careening over the cliff's edge. He'd killed my dearest love, and now returned to mock me, to dare imply I hadn't loved Westley. Whatever happened to me, I couldn't stand this man a minute longer. I shoved him of the cliff, listening to whatever he screamed as he tumbled to the ground below.

"As... you... wish..."

My heart stopped in my chest at the words of my love coming from the mouth of the Dread Pirate Roberts, tumbling down from the cliff I'd just shoved him off of. My Westley, alive, and falling. It couldn't be possible, but it was.

"Westley!" I cried, immediately rushing to follow him down the cliff. I tried to keep my feet under me, and I made it some of the way before gravity caught up to me and sent me tumbling, head over heels. I landed at the bottom, right next to Westley, who still wore his mask. Our eyes locked, and despite the lingering pain from my fall, I surged forward and ripped the mask from his face.

Staring back at me, by some miracle, was Westley. My farm boy. He looked different, older, stronger, and a little of the soft innocence had gone, but he was here. Not dead, like I'd thought him to be for the last three years. Alive, and now, with me.

"Oh, Westley!" My heart sang as I flung my arms around his neck. Without a second's hesitation, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. I moved to kiss him, but to my surprise, he pulled back.

"Won't your betrothed take issue with you kissing another man?"

"Humperdinck? Westley, I've already told you, I don't love him-"

"And yet you agreed to marry him. There was not a moment these past years I didn't think of you. But you agreed to give up on me, on love."

Now it was my turn to pull back a little. My brow furrowed, but Westley's expression didn't soften as his piercing blue-gray eyes surveyed me.

"Westley, I thought you dead," I said plainly, still a little shocked at his reaction. "Not a day has gone by that I didn't think of you, to mourn you. My heart was ripped out of my chest the day news came of your death, and I've had to live every day since dealing with the loss of my love.

"And besides that, Westley, I didn't seek the prince out. He found me, and proposed, since he was looking for a wife and found me beautiful. He knows and accepts that there's no love in our union, and he made it very clear that refusing a request from the crown prince would result in death. Death I would gladly accept, if I had ever thought there was any chance of you returning to me from the dead."

A cold fire lit behind Westley's eyes at my words, and when he spoke again, his voice was dangerously low and quiet.

"He's forcing you to marry him?"

I shrugged. "There are worse fates than being Queen, Westley. But none of that matters, not now that I know you live. Nothing matters at all anymore, Westley, so long as we are together."

He sighed, pulling me to him again, resting his forehead against mine. I brought my hand up to his chest, resting it there so I could feel his heartbeat and reassure myself that this was real. Westley was truly here.

"It's alright, I'm here now," he said, reading my mind as his hand came up to gently stroke my cheek. "My ship waits for us not far from here. It's not going to be easy for us... we'll have to go through the fire swamp..."

"We'll make it through," I said, running my hand through the hair at the base of his neck now. I smiled at him, all the love in my heart glowing through. "We'll make it through anything together."

"Then we haven't any time to waste. We must move quickly."

"Wait!"

Westley froze, halfway up from our position on the hill, but he sank back down at my outburst. His eyes never left mine once. His eyebrow quirked slightly in silent question, and I didn't wait to give him his answer.

I rushed forward, kissing Westley hard, like I'd wished for a chance to do every day for the past three years. He immediately returned the kiss, pulling me into his arms and holding me so close to his chest I could feel our hearts beating in sync.

There have been five kisses in the history of the world deemed so passionate, so perfect and full of love, above and beyond anything else that's ever happened. I was no expert on it, but in that moment, I knew this one blew every other kiss before it away.

Neither one of us wanted to pull away, but finally, Westley did. He kept staring into my eyes, gravity trying to pull us back to each other, but with a grimace of regret he leaned further back.

"We really need to keep moving. If we're to stay ahead of your pig fiancé, we have no time to waste."

"Just promise me a million more moments like this, for the rest of our lives."

Westley smiled. "As you wish."

I beamed as Westley pulled me to my feet, and the two of us began heading through the ravine we'd tumbled into and towards the Fire Swamp, hand in hand.

No doubt, the challenges ahead would be dire and terrible beyond imagining. But I knew confidently that we would survive them. My Westley was still in the world, and even better, he was with me. There was no other ending but for the two of us to be happily together.

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[frostironfudge]

🎪 house of song

Need to know by Doja Cat + Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes (whoever you see fit )

We Got A Lot Of Time - Bucky Barnes

Summary: this is part of my funfair celebration under the 'house of song' category based upon the above song, smut themes, fluff themes, non canon compliant.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Siren!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst (quite a lot), oral m and f receiving, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, nicknames, canon level violence, 40s bucky, TWS, infinity war (minor mention of what occurred aka being dusted), smut a hell lot, end might seem rushed but this got away from me cause i was enjoying it, praise kink, if i missed anything please lmk

A.N: honestly elle thank you for this and the edits you sent and i think those edits inspired me to write this how i ended up writing it, thank you so much!!! i hope you enjoy it! Also i've taken liberties with the whole siren thing and switched up the mythology slightly since you know writers have creative liberties lol

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1940s

The war was still brewing, the 107th was recovered to a great extent. However, the soldiers deemed a celebration was warranted. So the cavalry lead by the capable hands of Junior Juniper stood outside a seemingly innocent music theatre. 

Though, if one were to look at the way Steve Roger’s cheeks turned red and the other commando’s woos and cheers. James Barnes knew the theatre they entered would be anything but innocent. 

The lights were soft, flickering sweet honeyed shadows upon the women who walked in clothing that carried a gleam. 

Bucky knew places like these existed quietly, government rulings demanding they stay covert but alive for what was needed to be done. The music grew in octaves then settled into a tantalising tune.

From the booth, Dum Dum Dugan gave a wolf-whistle, Steve buried his head in his hands as you took the stage and Bucky? His lips parted as his eyes followed your every move. 

You voice carried the song, highlighting your desire. Your eyes somehow found his and then never strayed. They way your hips moved, your hands upon your soft skin. 

Bucky licked his lips wondering how your skin would feel against his, how your lips would taste? He deemed them sweet but also addicting the deep rouge upon them inviting but also a warning set in place. 

There was no leaving from your grip, and he did not want to step even a foot out of line. 

All too soon applause breaks him from his fantasy, you bow, your eyes on the Sergeant still, a shy smile sent to his way followed by a soft giggle when he returned your gesture with his own charming smile. Morita guffaws and they all raise their glasses to Bucky for celebrating catching the eye of the beauty that graced the stage. 

The next performer comes on and Bucky’s eyes care scarce for her. When you do step into his peripheral, he finds your gaze, stepping away from his table he walks over to the bar, as you request for your drink. 

“Her orders, for the night, all on me.” Bucky says, sliding the currency across the bar table as the barkeep nods. 

“Careful, soldier, buying a girl like me a drink can bring trouble.” Your voice carried a playfulness, Bucky grins. 

“Oh I believe you’re worth the trouble, Doll.” His grin only widens as he watches your smile morph into the shy one you gave him earlier. 

One drink turns into two into three, his skin is redded, tinged by the amber liquids that run in his veins. 

His conversation makes you laugh, he listens to what you have to say with genuine interest, adding little tidbits to let you know he understands and perceives your words. 

He tells you about his enlistment, the partial capture, how sometimes he still has dreams. 

Your hand finds his then, eyes not losing your respect for him. You tell him about nightmares that plague you as well. 

He finds solace in you he discovers, as you lead him towards the back, hands inching higher and touches lingering longer. 

Your hands explore his chest as he has you pressed against the backstage wall and him. You gaze up at him, Bucky strokes your cheek with his left hand a softness that feels foreign. 

“I need to know, what your lips feel like, Doll.” He leans in, lips brushing against yours, “Got your voice in my head and heart like its a siren’s song.” 

His hands move over your sides, your nipples harden as he hums watching with hungry eyes. He presses open mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck, your grip on his jacket lapels tightening. 

He hums as the sweet taste of your skin, the warmth of your touch, the softness he knew you were made of, the blazing starlight he sees in your eyes. 

“Kiss me, James.” Your voice needy as he nips at your breasts from above the scooped neckline of your dress. 

“So gorgeous,” He praises tracing his way back, lips soft against yours and then he begins to grow dominant, taking control, searing himself against your lips.

“Decadent.” He whispers lifting your legs to wrap around his hips, you can feel his hard length. His tongue explores your mouth, your fingers tugging on his hair and soft moans slipping past your lips onto his, the first grinding of yourself has him moan deeply, he bites down on your bottom lip, tugging it as he ruts himself against you. 

Losing himself, all that exists is you, you warmth, he needs to feel you, he wants to be wrapped up within you, wants you addicted to him as well, needy for him. 

“Bucky—,” you gasp as his hips move in a way that has your clit beg for more. Your dress pushed up, he holds you up with one hand, the other moves away the flimsy material and his fingers find your aching, wet cunt. 

“All for me, my siren?” He questions, voice a deep baritone and eyes with dark lust.

“Ye-yes, Sergeant.” You admit, head thrown back as he inserts a finger waiting for your answer. 

“God.” He mutters his thumb circling your clit and two fingers knuckles deep inside you, you move against him, “Don’t want to let my fingers go is it? Want me filling you up my siren? Need me do you?” He teases and his fingers are at a relentless pace, your stomach tightening waiting for the coil to snap. 

“Yes, yes, yes, oh god—,” Your moan swallowed by his kiss as you arch against him in his hold, your toes curling as you gush all over his fingers dazed and needing much, much more. 

“Barnes!” A gruffer voice snaps and Bucky shields you with his frame. 

“You better stay twenty feet away.” Bucky warns the man, who chuckles. 

“We have to leave, some urgent intel Carter has discovered.” 

“Give me five minutes.” Bucky says, waiting to set you down carefully only when his teammate is gone. 

“I apologise for that—,”

“It’s—,”

“No, if they saw you on stage that is different, us here? That is different.” He strokes your cheek again and you give him a look he doesn’t understand. 

“What?” He questions.

“You say that as if you do not want this to be something beyond a night’s conquest.” You admit, his jaw tightens. 

“Because you aren’t a conquest, what we spoke about, what we just did? That is not, no. Do you want this to be just a conquest?” He wonders if he read it all wrong, the deep to light conversation, the way you were smitten, the way he was smitten. 

The shy smile, god that smile. 

“No.” You speak the truth, knowing the consequences. 

“Then I will return for you, in a week, have a war to end my siren, sing for me when I return?” He requests, placing a kiss to your lips and forehead. 

“I will.” You promise, a tinge in your heart hoped he would return. He could be your escape. Your saviour. 

When Bucky leaves with a final wave to you, something in your stomach sinks into a pit. 

Daniel stands behind you, “Did you tell him?” He questions. 

“No, he called me a siren all on his own.” You turn to face him, your lips still feeling as though James was against them. 

“When he returns then you can leave.” He puts a comforting hand around your shoulder as you both gaze upward to the window that has the curtain drawn to not let anyone see inside. 

“If he returns, Daniel.” You say, going back into the rooms where all of you slept in bunks. 

1960s

“Soldat, Welcome.” 

“Ready to comply.” 

The night was simple, he had to stay in the shadows, guard his handler. As the man guffawed and drank merrily at the strip tease establishment. Accompanied by another man, both surrounded by women. 

The target was the other man. 

Something gnawed at the Soldier’s chest as he took in the pale lighting and slightly worn upholstery. The booths were all arranged to face the stage, he stood to the side. Eyes trained on everything. 

Then the music changed, a voice began to fill the crowd, the Soldat turns, leaving his work. His eyes move over you and his lips part under as the words echo with a memory distant in his mind. As though he had heard this song before. 

His left hand forms a fist and the. He releases it, wills himself to look at his handler. Whose mouth is preoccupied and so is his company’s mouth, but the man has his eyes upon you. 

It doesn’t sit right with the Soldat. The man watching you. He turns back to you as you move upon the chair, facing him. Your gaze widens but your song doesn’t falter. 

You recognise him. How?

He wills himself to remember, to recall. The way you hide your gaze from him now. You have to know something. 

You look back at the other man, who is watching you. 

A flicker of your smile crosses the Soldat’s eyes. As if he craved it before, replayed it over and over in his mind as it was forced away from centre. 

Your song ends and the silence kills the Soldat though applause is there, he craves your voice more. The target moves, to the right of the stage. Outside into a smaller alleyway. The Soldat looks at his handler who gives a nod. 

He traces the path with ease, cataloguing the newer surrounding for any threats or compromising witnesses. 

The man grabs your chin, you still smile, even though the Soldat notices the wince you hide. 

“Be only knees for the night?” He has a sickening smile on his face, you nod, because you can’t say no, because you cannot escape. 

Soldat grips his knife. He could make it quick and painful. He had to be neat. Something about you pushed him to eliminate this man quickly but make him hurt. 

“Soldat? Come for a taste?” The man notices him and then you gaze upon his questioningly. He knows his memories are old, how old he doesn’t know but you look exactly the same as you did in his mind. 

Did he meet you recently?

He wasn’t the man from before the name he didn’t remember. 

The man he was made to forget in favour of the mindless machine he was now moulded into by Hydra. 

You stay silent, he can hear your heart beat. Almost taste the rhythm against his lips as though he was witness to it. 

His eyes move back to the target, he moves swiftly and in two quick swipes of his hand. The target’s voice is gone and he slumps to the floor.  

You cover your mouth to not draw attention, your horrified gaze meets his own. His grip on the handle of the knife loosens slightly. 

Don’t look at me in fear. Something begs from within him. 

“Bucky what—,” You don’t flinch he stands right against you, chests meeting with every inhale. 

“Who is Bucky?” His gruff voice says, as though he has not spoken. 

“You… you’re Bucky.” You look between his eyes confused at his words. 

“You came here, twenty years ago. You promised—,”

“You look the same way.” He interrupts. 

“I know you.” He says again, hesitantly, sheathing his knife. His fingertips feel cold against your cheek, his gaze widens. This is something he has done before on instinct. 

You gaze at the metal arm, then back at him. 

“What have they done to you?” Your eyes brim with tears he wants to wipe away but he cannot. 

“Will you come back?” You question as he turns away, to move to the body, to get rid of it. 

“Bucky! Answer me!” You yell, voice cracking. 

He turns, pressing you between the wall and himself.

“Do not say that you know me. Do not follow me.” He warns. 

“Why?” You beg to know, beg to know who this ghost is wearing the mask of the man who held you with tenderness and respect twenty years ago. 

“Siren,” The nickname familiar and foreign. Your tears spill. 

“You remember?” Your hope ignites yet again. 

He shakes his head, “Bits and pieces. He used to think of you a lot. Still does but, made to forget.” 

As though a storm came upon the small candle that harboured your hope. 

“Please come back.” You request, if it was futile you would never know unless he returned. 

His blue eyes meet yours and a flicker of recognition almost registers, your sob quietly, closing your eyes. 

Soldat moves with practiced ease and silence, when your eyes open it is as though he was never there to begin with, you move inside. The Soldat watches as he stand upon the building being construct next to the establishment. 

The sharp rocks and bricks placed in line with his given knife wounds. He pushes the target’s body down from the floor onto the placed items. 

Then he returns to base with newer memories of you, and a man in his mind screaming at him to seek you out again. 

1970s or 1980s

Your eyes despite your mind begging them not to would scan the shadowy corners of the hall. Hoping to find a familiar blue. 

Night after night, hope dwindled. No one else was enchanted by your voice as Bucky had been. Day after day it was either a drink sent your way or unwanted hands on you. 

They never treated you with the gentleness as James had, they never called you siren, they never were close enough to breaking the stupid curse you were kept under. 

Years and decades passed, even if James never came. You hoped he was alive at least. 

At what cost was he kept alive though?

Your stomach churned at the thought of him injured or hurt. Your mind brought forth that night he was neither himself nor completely the man that carried him. 

You know the clientele that came in were from various walks of life. You knew what they spoke about in louder voices with women and men dancing between them. 

After James had left there were whispers of The Winter Soldier. Based upon the term Soldat. You drew your conclusions. 

“You’re up next.” Daniel says, getting off the stage. 

You nod, the opening notes of your song beginning to pick up. 

You move on stage, over the chair. The light catching the glimmering stones in your outfit then hollers and cheers when you move. 

It all is dull though, because you can’t find that shade of blue in the crowd. 

1990s

Your establishment renovated around, attempting to keep up appearances. Which meant the songs you all sang for a chance at freedom were cut short. 

The protests didn’t last long, Miss Harkness knew that for a taste of freedom, for mortality you all would stay. 

Your eyes settled upon Daniel’s chair, empty. He had found the one who recognised him. Leaving you all for a happiness he deserved. With him some of your hope for Bucky left. 

The others looked upon you with pity, how you were so close to freedom and that very freedom was squashed. 

They wondered why you still sang your siren song. Why Miss Harkness only allowed you to sing it whole before you took to the newer music of the years. 

It was the start of 1990s, when the Soldat was awoken for another mission. To be the one to further Hydra’s purpose. 

The mission had been successful, the handler elated and wanting to celebrate. Wanting to reward the Soldat. 

The Soldat’s skin felt oddly numb as he crossed the threshold of the establishment following behind his handler and his little entourage. 

Why is it different?

Is she still here?

Questions came to his mind, he closed his eyes briefly. It had been years his siren should have gone. 

Songs were played, women and men graced the stage. Soldat sat alone at a table near to his handler’s. Then a familiar tune played through the speakers. 

You stood on stage, Soldat’s breath hitched. You hadn’t aged. Neither had he. Your eyes locked with his, your song only for him, only for his presence. 

At the end of the song, you gave him your shy little smile. His heart twisted. Left hand twitching to brush over your skin. 

He knew if he did anything they would try to take you away, so he stayed unmoving, stoic. Your smile died on your lips as you moved to perform the with the next unfamiliar melody. 

Your body moving and the wolf whistles had him wanting to rip everyone limb from limb. A possessiveness taking over for you. A need to get you away from this mess. 

You moved off stage then, sauntering across the tables, avoiding the touches that would reach out, teasing shift of your hips. 

He almost thinks you’re moving toward him, his hands ache to remember, to touch your skin but you move to the table of his handler. 

You let the man who sends him to ruin touch your waist, brush his blood soaked fingertips on your innocent skin. All the while looking at him, urging him to respond. 

When he does nothing, you move, but not before brushing your hand delicately over his metal arm,  while switching to the words of your song. 

Your segment ends and you retreat back, the Soldat stands. 

“Go on, you’ve earned your prize for the night.”

He glares at the handler, blank eyes harbour an anger that runs deep. You move to the bar table, distracting him from acting out, saving him from the chair for his insubordination. 

He only moves towards you, his movements exactly the same, the currency being slid across the table, telling the bartender your orders are on him. 

“Do you remember me?” Is the first question you ask. 

“Bits and pieces.” He answers honestly. 

“Are you safe?” You question and he wonders if the cold is safe, maybe it is given he doesn’t do horrific things. 

“Sometimes.” He murmurs, his thumb brushes over your knuckles. 

“Are you safe right now?” You ask, your eyes harbour a sadness he doesn’t comprehend. 

“With you I am, my siren.” He says and more tears brim. 

“Can you promise me something?” You stand, between his legs, his hands on your waist, yours rest on his thighs. 

“What is it?” He wonders if you want him to do something unspeakable, he’d do it without guilt for you he realises. 

“When you escape them, I know you will, when you do will you come save me?” Your hands move to cup his cheek. 

He watches you, brows furrowed. 

“I don’t know when I will be able to,” He leans into the touch of your hand. 

“Whenever, just know I’m here, waiting.” You murmur, lips brushing against his chapped ones. The memory crashes onto him, as his tongue explores your mouth, flashes of you pinned to the wall, falling apart upon his fingers. 

“You aren’t a conquest of the night.” He murmurs. 

“Is that why you’re spending decades apart from me, Sergeant?” You stroke his cheek. 

“I’m, I’m sorry.” He says, you find the flicker of him in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry too.” You whisper, “I know my actions might bring you trouble.” 

A part Soldat kept under wraps breaks free, “Oh I believe you’re worth the trouble, Doll.” 

The way your eyes light up, he knows he has spoken something right. Something that he has said before, you lead him to the back. 

He follows, your lips brush over his tired features, you place your lips over his calloused hands. 

“Let me take care of you, Bucky.” You whisper, palming him through the fabric of his pants, his breath in soft pants. 

He groans when your tongue circles around his tip, taking him in, fingers tangle in your hair as swear words fall from his lips. 

He looks down at you, fingertips stroking your stretched out cheeks. You moan around him, giving control over to him. 

He controls the pace of your head, fucking your mouth, lips parted eyes wanting to close and relish the feeling, but he can’t take his eyes off of you, not after he is able to remember so well, after he can recognise himself. 

He feels his stomach tighten, as your tongue flattens and you suck harder, one final snap of his lips and you can feel his cum fill you up. 

He watches as you swallow, licking his cock clean and when he gathers the cum that dribbled down your chin, you suck on his fingers, never leaving his eyes. 

Bucky, shifts, tucking his cock back into his clothing and he cups your chin. 

“Ah, Soldat, seeing you’re done. I’d like for her to remain on her knees for me.” The handler smirks looking down at you. 

The red returns in his eyes, Soldat grabs your head, averting your line of vision as he kneels, making you press your head against his chest. 

You only hear the slump of a body. 

Bucky’s lips press to the side of your head, he grips your head when you try to look at his mess. 

“No. Go run.”

“But—,” you protest. 

“I will come back for you.” He promises. 

He lets you go standing to block your view as you run off to the side to go backstage. 

You hear the clamour of the entourage he came with, he grab him, you peek through the door, his hands tied back and head hung low. Unmoving. 

Tears cloud your vision, and you slump to the floor. 

Would freedom be yours and his to have and hold?

2016

The news with his face is plastered all over. 

You fear for him as the images of the battle at the hangar are released to the press. 

Rapidly changing consequences. 

Agatha tuts, setting papers down in front of the remaining lot of ten.  

“Business is going down.” She sighs, “I believe it is time to collect more of your kind.” 

No one utters a word, she chuckles. 

“You know, you sirens have such power, yet for one person your allure diminishes. So you have to use your body.” She huffs. 

“I do set you free don’t I? When your person requests for you beyond these walls? Then why can you not be kind for my business for my establishment. I take horrible people to the ground and turn them to ash.” Her voice rises in octaves. 

“We are leaving, for Madripoor, I foreseen great profits. En route you will help me take in more of your kind.” She announces then leaves. No one protests, every siren here knows her ability to absorb powers. The sigils she has kept in place. The consequence of escaping. 

All eyes turn to you as you stare at the blurred picture of Bucky on the screen. Fighting next to Steve. 

Maybe he didn’t remember the promise he made as Soldat. 

For once you think you deserve the pity thrown your way. 

2018

Bucky stands something feels wrong. His hand feels lighter and so does do his feet. He watches himself disappear an ashes replacing the hand that would stroke your cheek. 

“Steve?” He looks up, Steve looks at him with panic. 

Bucky feels himself fall forward but he doesn’t touch the ground. Its all weightless. Nothingness. 

Are you safe?

You feel weightless, the chair never tips to the floor so that you may sit facing the back, you feel nothingness when you gaze at your hands.

Looking down there is dust coating the floor, frantic gazes surround and you watch Agatha with horror as she too seems perplexed by so many of the sirens and occupants turning to ash. 

Is Bucky safe?

2024

James Barnes follows the path Zemo and Sam lead. He masks his face into his old persona. The establishment has bright lights glow. A haze covering the the minds of the people endlessly wrapped around each other. 

Something about this place is a reminder. A place he had been too before. This however was not a placed tucked away, this was bright, front and centre. 

Sam takes a drink and Bucky keeps a scowl etched on his face, watching Zemo. He owed it to the Dora Milaje. To deliver Zemo to them. To serve out his sentence. 

A man doubts James as The Winter Soldier, he braces himself. Giving over to instinct. The man pressed against the bar counter, Zemo stops him. 

A soft gasp draws his attention when he moves to free the man. 

Bucky’s eyes meet yours, the warmth you had seen, felt decades ago harboured in his eyes. 

He gives you a glance, you wonder if he remembers the promise. He wonders if you still need saving. 

They need to move, you look back down at your drink, his breath falters in the slightest. It was his old drink order many of which he consumed with you the night you met. 

When he steps away, tearing himself from your presence. You realise he isn’t here for you. You drown your sorrow in drinks before you’re called upon stage. 

The last moment you request the song to be skipped. The remaining sirens gape at you, you’ve never skipped the song. 

The notes of the more recent music open the floor. You move with practiced ease and precise movements, the crowd is enamoured and enraptured with you. 

Even as hell begins to break lose you, don’t stop. Agatha would take care of the trouble. You couldn’t stop. 

Bucky rushes past the stage, stopping at Sam collides into him.

“Move man!” Sam yells, as more shots are fired but you seem unaffected, your eyes stay on Bucky. 

You move through the crowd, walking towards him. 

“I know her.” He says, Sam shakes his head. 

“We don’t have—,” Sam ducks them as bullets fly. 

Your step falters in worry, Bucky shifts quick, to grab onto you, tucking you into his side. 

“You need saving?” He questions. 

“What is it to you?” You sneer, stinging tears threatening to spill. 

Bucky moves you through the onslaught of bullets. 

“I made a promise.” He says, Sam pushes him behind the wall and moves to the other side. Bucky is pressed against you. 

He shifts out, to fire bullets. Then returns to guard you. 

“Bucky, quick.” Sam warns, leaving his cover to shoot. 

Bucky strokes your cheek, you lean into his touch. The silver replaced by black and gold. 

“Come along with me, my siren.” He murmurs, you exhale a sob leaving you as you rest your head against his chest. 

Bucky holds you with one arm, shifting out to shoot again. 

Zemo yells from outside, sitting in a car with Sharon. 

Bucky pulls you close and leads you out. You want to sob again as more distance increases between you and the House of Harkness. 

That moved city to city, country to country for decades in pursuit of power and magic. 

Agatha watches from the window as you leave, a less than pleased smile on her face. 

You sit wearing Bucky’s clothes, on the bed of his room. He sits on the chair away from you. Silence surrounds the two of you. 

He told you about being cryogenically frozen, you know he had questions on the tip of his tongue. 

He had seen you inconsistently from the 1940s so it was a given he wondered how you had survived. 

You draw a deep breath, his eyes snap up to you. 

“The woman who runs the place, not not the one who was killed. Agatha… she is a, well sorceress or witch, powerful and lethal. She took several of us from the isle in which we resided. Sirens, beckoning lost travellers, taking what we needed from them, if they were as dark a soul they would never return. However we have one song, reserved for well, someone who is supposed to be a match. That song doesn’t take the person to ruin, it brings them to us.” You can still hear the screams of your family as they disagreed with Agatha. 

“When I called you my siren…” Bucky trails off, 

You nod, “At first I thought, you couldn’t possibly know. Then you said all those things, it felt as if you would ask me to go with you.” 

Bucky walks towards you, kneeling in front of you, “I almost did, but I’m glad in a way I didn’t, I was gone by the end of the week, almost dead. When I met you next, I wasn’t me, sometimes I could reach the surface but it was as if I was trying to speak to you from underwater.” 

“Your eyes, they told me whether you were him or yourself. He was gentle too. I think that was because you broke free at that time. Did they hurt you after what you did?” You question already knowing the answer as his grip on your hands tightens ever so slightly. 

“They did. There are enough horrors following me, Doll.” He strokes your cheek, “I’m sorry I didn’t return after that week.”

You shake your head, “You don’t need to apologise, James.” 

You move closer, his hands trail up your thighs, wrap around your waist as your lips connect. A soft moan escapes his throat, your lips taste as he remembers, even more decadent if possible. 

Your hands move over his shoulders, fingers brushing over the shorter hair. His lips warm, inviting. You bite down on his bottom lip. 

Bucky groans, shifting the tow of you so he’s above you as you lay back on the bed. Your leg encircles his hip. He grinds down against you. Your soft whimpers against his jaw, have him repeating his movements. 

“Need to feel you, my siren.” His voice gruff, deep washing over your skin. 

“Need you too, James, so badly.” You admit, nipples hardening as he bites over them through the T shirt. 

Clothing comes off, discarded haphazardly across the floor. His blue eyes laced with lust and adoration as he looks from you to your glistening cunt, his thumb brushes along your folds and your back arches needing more. 

“James.” You plead, stomach tightening at the circles being rubbed on your clit. 

“I know, baby, I know. Going to fill you up soon, need my cock don’t you? Want to feel yourself being stretched out right?” He hums, pleased as you clench around his fingers as he speaks. 

“Eyes on me.” He commands and you look at him, then at his cock as it slides over your folds, against your clit, gathering your arousal as he eases in, he grabs your jaw making you look at him. 

Both of you moan as he bottoms out inside you, 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, so perfect, made for me. All for me.” He whispers, placing kisses over your skin, groaning as you clench around him. 

“Move, please—,” You moan as his next thrust as him fill you up again. 

Bucky moves, with each snap of his hips you feel yourself fall apart further and further, the stretch burns so well, bringing tears to your eyes, babbles of his name and please of more move past your lips. 

He props himself up on one hand, hissing as your nails dig into his flesh. His left hand runs circles around your clit the metal fingers cold against your aching, warm clit. 

The coil in your stomach snaps, you coat his cock with yourself, clenching arounf him sporadically as he continues to fuck you chasing his own release. 

“Fill me up, Bucky, please, so good to me, feel you everywhere, please, please.” You grasp at his jaw, lips on his as he shudders, finding his release and filling you to the brim, continue to move till he’s had his fill. 

His thumb begins to move again on your clit and you try to move away, too sensitive. His movements are quick, he knows you won’t last long. 

“Come on my siren, give me another one, need you to mark my cock as yours.” He whispers and you fall apart, your cunt gripping his cock, Bucky’s moans melting onto your flesh as you come down from your orgasm, panting. 

He rests his forehead against yours, shifting himself, you whine when his cock leaves your cunt. 

“I know, I know, didn’t want to leave your pussy either.” He presses kisses to your temple and neck. 

“So good to me.” He praises, admiring the shy smile that takes over your features. 

He pulls you close to him, limbs tangled and bodies flush together. 

The silence is peaceful, you shift closer seeking more of his warmth and presence. 

A question gnaws at Bucky’s heart a slight possessiveness over the particular song he always heard whenever he saw you. 

“Why didn’t you sing your song? And what was the song you were singing?” He questions and you catch the slight irritation in his tone. 

“Well, I was sort of angry that you weren’t there for me even after the promise.” You admit, not meeting his gaze. 

“I can understand that.” His fingers trail over your back, absentmindedly you sigh in content. 

“The other song was Need To Know by Doja Cat.” You giggle, Bucky’s chest rumbles. 

“Some of the words were….” He trails off slightly embarrassed. You look up and he has the sweetest blush on his cheeks. 

You clear your throat, reaching up to whisper in his ear,

“Tell me what's your kink, gimme the dick

Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me,” 

He shifts, breathing increasing in rate. You tug on his earlobe a low moan drawn from him. 

“Uh, wait, I can take it—ah!” 

Bucky’s fingers grab onto the flesh of your hips squeezing hard. 

Suddenly you’re straddling him, the sheets fall around you and Bucky is smirking,

“Are my eyes telling you to come ride me?” 

A breathy laugh leaves you, but you know he can feel you getting wet with the way he’s looking up at you, wanton with need and his length is hardening you can feel it. 

“Because I do want you to ride my face, while you sing our song, my siren.” He makes you sit up, sliding down till your pussy is right above his lips. 

His eyes a thin rim of blue, “Go on.” He encourages you moan as he sucks on your clit. 

“We’ve got a lot of time.” He smirks, stubble brushing over your folds. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair. You begin to sing the song that drew him to you, his tongue delves into you, your moans mixing in with the song whenever the whimpers and moans get more than the song he stops much to your dismay. 

Then once you begin the song again he starts his movements. 

“Could stay buried in you all day, my siren.” A kiss right to your clit, your thighs shaking as you want to plead. 

The song’s final lines coming up and with each word his tongue runs a circle over your clit on the last five words he spells his name letter by letter onto your clit. 

The last word of your siren song breaks off into a deep moan, as your grind down onto his mouth, body shaking with your orgasm, he doesn’t stop licking every last drop of your arousal. Your shaking does not cease even as he cradles you against him the ache between your legs so good you want more. 

“So fucking delicious, could eat you out for days, Doll.” He whispers, running soothing fingers over your form. 

When you find your way to your voice again, your shy smile returns, Bucky strokes your cheek. 

“Could we do that again?” You request.

“As many times as you want.” He promises.

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[mysteryshoptls]

SR Vil Schoenheit Lab Coat Personal Story: Part 1

"More accurate than any scale"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Laboratory]

Vil: How nice of the Science Club advisor to share with us some of the laboratory potions.

Vil: Are you actually behaving yourself during your club activities, Rook?

Rook: They quickly agreed when I said that I wished to help the Film Research Club on crafting potions for special effects.

Rook: However, they did instruct me to submit a full report on the list of chemicals as well as the formulas they were used in, the time spent in the lab, and what our safety precautions will be.

Vil: Aha, see, the professor is being extra cautious! You must be your usual carefree self while at club, then.

Vil: Well then, now that we've gone through the trouble of reserving this lab, let us begin so as to not waste any more time.

Vil: Where are those potions we were going to use… Ah, found it.

Vil: If we mix in a spoonful of this with some colored water…

Rook: Oho! Out came black smoke! Are we done already?

Vil: The color is a little different than what I was hoping. I need something that is a little darker… Like a black that is impossible to see on a dark night.

Vil: I'll up the dosage. This time, I'll put in a little more than a spoonful…

Rook: Hm. It became a little darker, but is that it?

Vil: It's middling. This time, it's got a tinge of blue. Perhaps the colored water is the issue here…

Rook: Once the cameras are rolling, will it make that much of a difference?

Vil: Don't ever recommend that I should compromise on something that I will be showing to the masses. And smoke is a substance that will take up most of the scene, you know.

Vil: It will all be for nothing if I cannot create a color that will emphasize the costumes and the actors' face, hair, and eyes.

Vil: And to avoid that, I'm certain that I will need to continue to make slight adjustments. …How about this time?

Vil: …Yes, this is a good black.

Vil: Now that the smoke has been created, our next film will be practically perfect.

Rook: Oh, even though you yourself are not ready?

Vil: …What did you say?

Rook: When do you intend on going on a diet?

Rook: Vil, you've put on some weight over the last three days Your jawline has completely changed.

Vil: Wha… That's not possible.

Vil: I haven't done anything unhealthy, and none of my 5 million plus Magicam follower have said anything.

Vil: More importantly, I have not sensed anything out of place with my reflection when I look in the mirror.

Rook: Aah, but Roi du Poison. Who do you trust, me or anyone else?

Rook: I say this often, but the time I spent gazing at you is much longer than the time you spend looking at yourself in the mirror.

Rook: Trust me on this, if nothing else.

Vil: …I understand. I shall take your advice to heart.

Rook: Oh, I must leave you now. It's time for some very important field work I still have to do.

Vil: Ah, wait! …He just spouted that and immediately left.

Vil: Well, since the smoke is done, I suppose I'll clean everything up and return to the dorm.

[Exterior Hallway]

Vil: I need to hurry back to the dorm and weigh myself on my scale.

Trey: Hm…? Oh, this is rare to bump into you here, Vil. Did you have some business in the lab?

Trey: I thought there were private laboratories in the Pomefiore basement...

Vil: Oh, Trey. No, today was an exception. There were specific concoctions that I needed from the school's laboratory.

Vil: I was running low on potions to create smoke, but then Rook said that there was a single bottle left in the school's laboratory.

Vil: Does everyone in the Science Club have all of the chemicals and potions that are in the laboratory memorized?

Trey: Nah, Rook's the only one who's that knowledgeable there. I only can remember the stuff that I've personally used.

Trey: That guy's pretty good at remembering a ton of strange things, yeah?

Vil: That's true… Like people's jawlines.

Trey: Jawlines...?

Vil: Ah, no, don't mind me.

Trey: Oh hey, I just remembered. You and Rook don't dislike sweet things, right?

Trey: So, I actually have some leftover cake. I made one too many cakes for Riddle's snack time.

Trey: That's why I'm in the middle of trying to find people to share it with.

Vil: No wonder you're wandering around carrying that… Do you have the cake with you inside that box?

Trey: Yeah. I'm telling you, this one came out really good. See, look how fresh and delicious the strawberries look.

Vil: They really do. But I'm fine. I just started dieting right now.

Vil: So, go on and let Rook have two pieces!

Trey: Sounds like something happened between you two… Well, I feel like I can pretty much figure out what.

Trey: Well, hey, Vil, if you've got time, why don't you come by Heartslabyul?

Trey: I just got my hands on some tasty herbal tea, so I can treat you to some.

Vil: Herbal tea, hm… Does it have lemongrass in it?

Trey: Yeah, pretty sure.

Vil: Then sure, I'll have some. As long as it has a detoxifying effect, then it's perfect.

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #vil schoenheit #trey clover #rook hunt #twst vil #twst trey #twst rook #twst translation #mention: riddle

[roseadleyn]

GWIEUEJEN3 JEANETTE WITH A BAKER!S/O,, IT'D BE SUCH A CUTE DYNAMIC

THEY'D BE THE CUTEST OMG OMG

solei i'm on my hands and knees begging ur forgiveness for ur ideas being late, i'm so so sorry 😭

gn reader because solei requested this!!

this takes place after jennette and anastacius start living together

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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐝 | 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚.

tw: jennette has some insecurities, and one my ocs makes an appearance in this but they're not named, but apart from that, none ! pure fluff <3

can you guess the oc? <3

there are three stages of life, you've been told.

of course, being a child is the first, when you could complain to your parents, and run around in the mud, and scrape your knees. the next stage is being an adolescent, where everything is spinning, new things are appearing, and confusion and exhilaration are the main themes of this stage. then.. being an adult. your entire life swept up in the chaos of taxes and bills and grocery shopping, and not being able to cry about it if something goes wrong.

well, you had decided to go down a different route. you gave up your education just a few years after starting it to follow your painfully childish dream of opening your own bakery. with a close friend's support and promise to help you at your shop, your great grandparents' (i say grandparents since both loved baking) book of ancient recipes, and your own determination, you do eventually succeed.

and things do go good! people are attracted to your shop because of your friend's sweet, kind nature and your delicious baking and the generosity with which you hand it out. it's not long before your little shop is bustling with business on a daily basis.

your eyes soften as you take it in. clean floors, decorated walls, fluffy carpets and pretty tablecloths. people laughing and talking, mothers feeding small bites of cake to their small kids, and friends giggling and sharing cupcakes. before you can bask in the pride of your shop, the door opens and a young girl walks in.

the first thing you notice about her is that she's absolutely gorgeous. straight light brown hair and jewel green eyes, a kind, open face, small, cute earrings hanging from her ears, dressed in a pale blue and white ensemble. she looks around shyly before stepping up to your counter with a deep breath.

'hello, good afternoon.' she says. her voice is soft. 'my name is jennette. i'd like to place an order, if you please.'

'of course!' your friend returns cheerfully. 'what would you like, miss?'

jennette visibly relaxes at the friendly tone and smiles a little as she replies, 'it's for my cousin's birthday. she likes sweet things so something like chocolate cake would be nice.'

you set to work, mixing some ingredients and looking through your cabinets for the other ones. flour, baking powder.. you lose yourself in this familiar process that you've done a million times, yet also listen to jennette as she discusses the details of the cake with your friend.

'so, do you have anything particular in mind about the size?' your friend asks, her crystalline sea green eyes narrowed in concentration.

jennette ponders this for a moment, and then looks up, 'uhm. please have it slightly on the larger side, but not too big.'

'sure thing.' she closes her notepad. 'we'll have it ready for you by tomorrow, is that alright?'

'perfectly so!' jennette beams at her. 'well, i've got to run. thank you!'

you can feel a smile grow on your face listening to her bright tone.

—

'hello, miss! good morning.' jennette greets. 'i'm here for athanasia's cake, if you please!'

your eyes widen as you turn around from checking on the frosting; wiping your hands on your apron, you ask, 'athanasia? crown princess athanasia?'

jennette seems to realize what she just said and looks bashful. 'uhm, yes.'

'she's your cousin?' another employee, who's filling in the place of your friend (your friend is sick, unfortunately) joins the conversation. 'no wonder you have the jeweled eyes. how'd you end up here?'

jennette flushes pink and stares at the ground. you get the feeling that she isn't comfortable discussing this matter.

'drop it, idiot.' you mutter to him, nudging him in the side, and he gives you a half-hearted glare and vanishes into the kitchen.

jennette gives you a shy, thankful smile and you feel your heart pitter patter in your chest. grinning at her, you say, 'your cake is ready to go, i just need to package it, okay? and one more small thing. which color box would you prefer, miss?'

she thinks for a moment, and then says, 'golden, a lighter shade of golden, like sunlight. oh, i'm being too specific and picky, aren't i? sorry —'

you laugh gently, 'no, you're fine. we have boxes like that. let me get it for you.'

you step into the kitchen to get the cake. it's a chocolate cake, three layered, each layer bursting with chocolate chips, and you've surrounded it with small, vanilla flavored rectangles that say 'happy birthday!' all around. you carefully place it into a square box, the color of sunshine, and wrap it with a silk white ribbon.

'here you go!' you cheerfully hand her the box. 'i hope it's to your liking.'

jennette lets out a soft sigh of delight. 'oh, it's wonderful! thank you so much! uhm, about the payment —'

'yes, about that...your father, or so the man said, paid yesterday.'

jennette brightens immediately. 'father did? i didn't expect that, he's been calling athanasia's birthday party a nuisance for weeks now —'

you look at her with questioning eyes. why would athanasia's uncle call her birthday party a nuisance?

again jennette seems to realize how much she's let slip, going bright pink before fiddling with ribbon. then, as though steeling herself, she asks, 'do you like the princess?'

you blink and then nod excitedly, 'yes! she's so inspiring, i really do. she's also so pretty!'

jennette's smile seems to falter. 'ah, i.. i don't blame you. she is amazing!' then, pretending to look outside, 'goodness, i'm late. thank you! see you soon.'

and before you can ask her what's happening, she's gone.

—

jennette walks up the hill to her house feeling as though there's a shard of ice in her chest. did this mean you liked athanasia? did you like athanasia more than her? athanasia was lovely, of course.. were you just acting friendly to her for sake of business or what?

you're overreacting, she sternly tells herself. get yourself together, today is athy's birthday.

as soon as she walks through the doors, she's tackled with a full body hug from athanasia. 'jetty! how are you? it's been so long.. oh, is this for me? you didn't have to!'

jennette sucks in a deep breath and hugs her cousin back. 'oh, a friend downtown made this.'

athanasia pulls back, surprised. 'really?'

jennette laughs. 'mhm, my friend owns a bakery.'

the party drags well into the night, and by the end of the day jennette is feeling cheerful and happy. she escapes from the crowded house to the balcony outside. reveling in the night air on her skin, she looks towards your bakery from her balcony in the sandstone villa on the hill.

were you thinking of her?

—

you cannot get jennette out of your head.

you toss and turn all night.

—

months pass and you have the fattest crush on jennette. your friend has gotten extremely tired of hearing your lovesick ranting about everything, from her eyes to the hat she wore yesterday.

'oh my god. will you shut up?'

'why?'

'just confess, idiot!'

'no!'

you mix the cake batter with renewed vigor, but you can't help but dwell on her words. what if you did confess? your friend shakes her head as though she thinks you're a lost cause.

jennette should come with a warning label, you think, idly. something like, BEWARE! you will fall in love with her doe eyes and stupid smile! you will suffer from heartache!

that day, after closing up, you're on your way to meet jennette in a little clearing some minutes away from your bakery. as you head outside, your friend calls out, 'it looks like it might rain, [name]!'

'i'll be okay! see you.'

you stroll up the hill, adoring the peace at this time of day. the clearing is always draped in green vines, sunlight filtering through them; you smile just thinking about the place.

and you spot her standing with some people up ahead. they're.. they're talking about you.

'no, seriously? you like them? romantically? you like them?'

the person's voice was filled with contempt and derision. 'you fell for that nutty, messy baker?'

it's a sensation of falling through the ground when you hear jennette laugh.

you turn and run as raindrops start pouring.

—

jennette gives a nervous laugh, even though she's extremely irritated by this person insulting you. 'don't say that.. they're really nice, they're so sweet, i really do like them —'

she gives a gasp as she sees your fleeing figure. giving a stony glare to the person, she sprints after you, being completely soaked to the skin in her rush to find you.

you're in the little clearing. how, why, are you so beautiful?

jennette sits down by your form. waits.

'jennette.' your voice is trembling. 'you've hurt me.'

'i know.'

silence.

'i'm sorry.' she pleads.

'are you?'

'i wasn't laughing at you! i was laughing slightly since i was nervous! why would i laugh at you?'

'you wouldn't be the first to.' you mutter, wrapping your arms around your knees.

jennette decides that desperate times call for desperate measures.

she throws herself into your arms, her lips meeting yours. and it's like the world melts away, her kiss is clumsy and sweet and innocent, and you hug her closer like she'll vanish once you let go.

'i love you.' jennette says, pulling back, bright red. 'i really do.'

you breathe in the rainy air and jennette's flowery comfort and sigh softly. 'i know. i love you too.'

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tagging ; @rouecentric, @ykassu / @ylxntis, @elychee, @mysticmeena, @d10nsaint, @dxmoness, @that-one-pretty-bitch, @dion-s-lawyer, @giyuus0nlywife, @lady-navier0357, @nxccolo, and @cerisearan.

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#꒰ ☽︎ ꒱ — stars. #I HATE THIS. DIE #ew my worst piece of writing yet #yes i criticize my own writing it's a thing i do #no seriously this is late AND cringy #ah well #who made me a princess #wmmap #wmmap x reader #wmmap jennette x reader #wmmap jennette #who made me a princess jennette #suddenly became a princess one day #i've got to sleep early since tomorrow's an important day so i haven't proofread this that well yet #sorry i did editing and proofreading really messily #goodnight <3

[fluffydavey]

a prompt thing!

davey is sick and doesn’t show up to sell (or modern au to school/work/etc)

i'm distracting myself with writing so feel free to send me any prompts and i will try my best to write them!! &lt;3

At first, they barely notice anything is wrong. Davey's back in school, but he's continued selling papes with the boys in the evenings and at the weekends. Although Davey had been a quick learner in the early days, he's becoming slower and he looks distracted.

It's brushed off with jokes, until Davey doesn't even have the energy to respond. "Sore throat," he musters, and Jack sends him home and promises to give their equal share to Les when he gets home that evening. He doesn't think much of it - the cold New York winters are harsh, especially during your first time selling in Demeber, and Davey looks like a strong gust of wind could knock him over on the best of days.

He walks Les home that night, refusing a dinner proposal again, and bids the younger boy goodbye and shouts out "make sure that brother of yours doesn't skip out on any more hard work!"

But Davey doesn't show up the next day, and neither does Les. Nor do they show up for three more days after that. Jack gets tired of waiting for the boys with no answer. He climbs up the fire escape to try and get into David's room, when he sees the outlines of tall figures looming in the background.

"He's burning up," one of the men say, leaning over Davey's bed. "Hot to the touch!"

He tries to make it through another window, when he's blocked by Sarah. "You can't be here," she says, worry dripping from every word.

"Davey?"

"They say it's scarlet fever," she says, and Jack's read too many headlines about how it's been killing children all over the world. His heart sinks, feeling utterly hopeless.

"Les?" he asks, clinging onto some hope.

"He's okay, he's with our grandparents. They wanted me to go too, but I told them I wouldn't go anywhere without Davey," she says confidently. "He'll be okay Jack."

"I..."

She places an arm on Jack's shoulder, giving him a sad, knowing look. "I know, Jack."

"What happened?"

"He came home from school, and ma caught him coughing up blood into a handkerchief. She told him to rest, but he only got worse. He was getting sick, kept complaining about pains. I've never seen him like that before Jack, it was scary. I haven't been able to see him since," she says, and Jack can tell she feels as lost without Davey as he does. "Go back Jack, they won't let you anywhere near him. I'll let you know when there's news."

Jack knows better than to argue with Sarah, so he lets himself wander off, walking back to the lodgings on autopilot. He doesn't say anything when he returns, not sure how to break the news to all of their friends who had been waiting for Jack to turn up with the Jacobs' boys behind. Instead, their eager faces begin to fall, and Jack runs straight up to the penthouse. He tells them eventually, and the lodgings don't feel the same as they used to anymore, not without the infectious laugh that follows the two wherever they go.

It's a long week, until finally Davey and Les join the line to pay for their papers. It's Crutchie who spots them first, and the boys run to crowd their friends. Les looks like he's eating up every bit of fame it takes, although Jack can see the protective grip he has on his older brother's hand.

"What? You miss me?" Davey asks, as Jack watches him smiling at the sight before him.

"Don't do that again," Race says, barging in to be the first to give Davey a hug. "You had us worried sick. I couldn't win a game of cards for days."

"I'm sorry that I through you off, your game" Davey says, as Specs is the next person to hug him, Les still holding onto him with a strong clutch. "Guys, I'm okay. I swear. Got it all out of my system."

One by one the Newsies say their hellos, and get on with their days, but before he catches up with the two, he watches Davey divide his share with Les, giving the young boy a few more papes than usual. Jack joins them then, puts his satchel around his arm, and he tells Les to run ahead to some women in the park talking.

"You really scared me Dave," Jack says, and watches as Davey's eyes wander from his excitable brother to his selling partner. "I saw you one night, when the docs were all crowded round you. And I just kept dreaming that I'd wake up and you weren't with us no more."

"Hey, hey. Jack, it's me. I'm here. I'm here and I'm okay," Davey says, grabbing Jack's hand. There's no one too close by, so Davey seemingly decides to risk such a bold move. "I'm really sorry that I scared you like that, but it's okay now."

Jack looks down at their hands, and wishes he could capture this moment with his new paint. Instead, he begins to trace the lines on Davey's hands. "I was afraid you wouldn't know just how much you mean to me."

"Jack -"

"You can't go anywhere, okay? Because I can't stop thinking about you and it's driving me crazy. I was too cowardly to say it before, but you've been it for me. And I've been crazy gone after you from the very beginning."

"Okay," Davey says, and Jack watches him.

"Okay?"

"Okay, I'll stay. Here with you, for as long as you'll let me."

Les runs up to them, dime in his hand before he looks at them both. "Gross. Come on, these papes won't sell themselves!"

Jack watches the kid run off, proud as punch, and he wraps an arm around Davey's shoulder, bumping into him. "One day I'll have you selling like him."

Davey pokes him in the side, before laughing to himself. "Oh shut up. You're the worse."

"You love it though."

"Yeah," Davey says, staring earnestly into Jack's eyes. "I really do."

#my writing #jack kelly #davey jacobs #javid #i hope you like it omg