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torreshalstead · 2 months

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On a crowded street in 1944 - Chapter 6

Summary - The four walls of Upton’s General Store were all Hailey knew although she longed to see what else life had to offer. When a handsome soldier walks through the door, she thinks he might just be the answer to the life she wants to have. But it was 1944 and the country was at war. Would fate smile on her or would her heart be another casualty of the war?

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August 1944

Falling into a new routine was easy. Hailey would have dinner with her parents, help her mother clear away the dishes, sit with them in the living room until it hit an appropriate hour and she could finally excuse herself. As soon as she closed her bedroom door behind her, her most favourite time of the day began.

She would pull out Jay’s book and carefully slide out his letters from between the worn pages. In turn, she would start with the words he had transcribed directly into the book, followed by his first letter to her and finishing with the most recent addition. This one was the one she treasured the most. This one was the one where he told her she had his heart.

She would clutch all the letters against her chest as she dropped to her knees at the side of her bed and prayed to God to keep him safe and bring him back to her. She prayed that the war would be over quickly, that both Jay and his brother Will would be alright and would return home whole and uninjured. He had already lost both his parents, he didn’t deserve to lose his brother as well.

Sliding the letters back into the book, she would press her lips against the cover and remember how it felt to have his against hers. It wasn’t the same but it was as close as she could have currently.

Tucked into bed, her mind would spin pictures of a life she now longed for. A life that before him she had thought would be out of reach. A life with Jay. She wanted everything they had discussed together, she wanted to be happy with him, to become his wife, to have children together. Her dreams were full of images of blonde haired children with bright green eyes, laughing and smiling in the park as she strolled behind them arm in arm with Jay. The days would be sunny and there would be no clouds of war on the horizon, nothing to split them apart.

When his letter had arrived, she had been desperate to send a response so she added a couple of lines to her letter;

Never apologise for how long the letter takes, when it arrives it is worth every day I waited for it. You are worth every day I wait for you.

She had chosen not to respond to his request for a picture of her. Her heart clenched at the thought that he might be disappointed with just a written response but she hoped he would forgive her and keep her letter over his heart in place of it.

She wanted to send him a photograph, she really did. But photographs were expensive and more importantly, the only person she knew that could take one was Mr Richards and his studio was only open from 10am-4pm on weekdays and she worked in the store during those hours. She had debated asking him if he could perhaps stay open late one night but she was sure if he was to acquiesce to her request he would charge her extra for the honour. And as much as she wished she could afford it, she couldn’t summon the money for it out of nowhere, and asking her father for a loan for such a thing was unthinkable.

She would love to have a picture of Jay that she could wear in a locket around her neck, her own momento to keep her safe so she understood his request. But she had yet to find a way to make it possible. She would though.

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September 1944

Her next letter from Jay didn’t arrive until the following month, she managed to grab it out of the stack of letters before her father saw it. It was very obviously a letter from the war, Jay’s unit listed clearly on the front and she didn’t want to have to explain that to her father. Not only did she want to keep her romance with the handsome soldier to herself, she was terrified her father would ban her from contacting him and even worse that he would take away her current letters. They were the only things she had of him, her lifeline and losing them would be a pain she could not bear.

As with the first letter, she had to wait until the end of the day to read it but she was marginally more patient this time. Instead of the envelope feeling like it was burning a hole in her dress, it felt like a gentle warming, like he was holding her hand from across the sea.

Finally alone in her room, she worked through her routine. It was a comfort and it felt like if she continued, it would continue to keep him safe. She knew in her logical mind that it was an illogical thought, but she held onto it anyway. Love wasn’t always logical.

When she had read their previous writings, she opened the newest envelope with shaky hands, her fingers careful to not rip the contents.

My dearest Hailey,

To hear from you put the biggest smile on my face, your words were beautiful and only served to make me miss you more.

I am glad our time together felt the same to you too, I would walk away if it did not, even if it broke me. But to know I also have your heart, I will keep it safe my love.

I could go for a cold soda myself but the possibility of that over here seems slim. But we will share one soon.

I must apologise if my request for a photograph seemed forward, and if it caused offence you must forgive me. I see you everyday in my mind, I do not need a physical reminder, your letters will keep me just as safe.

Yours forever,

Jay

Her eyes started to swim with tears, he had thought she was offended when he had asked for a photo when it was the exact opposite. She was flattered beyond belief. The idea that someone wanted to be reminded of her every day, that he thought her looks worthy enough to be forever frozen in a photograph that he would then treasure, it tugged at all of her heart strings.

She had never thought of herself as unattractive, she knew her blonde hair was lusted after by girls in her class, knew her blue eyes looked pretty in the summer sun, but she had never thought of herself as beautiful, more plain and homely than anything else. But Jay made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

She would find a way to get him that picture.

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It was just her luck, Mr Richards strolled into the store the following day whilst her father was out at another business meeting so she plucked up the courage to approach him.

‘Mr Richards?’ She asked, her voice a little shaky as she was aware she was asking a lot.

‘Ahh Miss Upton, what a beautiful day we are having,’ the middle aged man smiled at her warmly and doffed his cap.

‘A beautiful day indeed. I was wondering if I could ask you a favour? Of course if it’s too much then please forget I ever asked,’ Hailey babbled quickly, the words spilling out of her lips faster than she could control them.

‘Ask away,’ he smiled.

‘I know you normally only take bookings for photographs from 10 until 4 but I work those hours so I was wondering if you’d be able to stay open late one night so I could get one taken?’

‘And what would a young lady like yourself be wanting a portrait for?’ He asked kindly.

‘It’s for a friend who is overseas,’ she explained. Jay was more than a friend to her of course but to explain that to someone who was merely an acquaintance when her own mother didn’t know felt peculiar.

‘A friend or a sweetheart,’ his eyes twinkled and Hailey felt the colour rising in her cheeks. ‘I thought as much. If it keeps our boys safe then it’s on the house Miss Upton. Stop by tonight when you close up and we will get it taken.’

Hailey was overcome, ‘thank you Mr Richards, you don’t know how much it means.’

‘I think I do,’ he said with a soft smile. ‘I would give my right hand to have a photograph of my sweetheart, but unfortunately she was taken from us too soon.’ He admitted and Hailey felt her heart clench. She hadn’t known. She had known he wasn’t married but had assumed he was a bachelor by choice, not that his love had been cruelly taken from him.

‘I’m so sorry Mr Richards,’ she said but he shook his head.

‘It is the past, she still has my heart up there,’ he pointed up. ‘What is your fellas name?’

‘Jay,’ Hailey said with a small smile. She always smiled when she thought of Jay. ‘What was your sweetheart's name, if you don’t mind me asking?’

‘Beatrice,’ he said, smiling softly at what Hailey assumed was a memory of her. ‘Well we will make Jay’s week when it arrives my dear,’ he smiled again before nodding to her and heading out. He hadn’t even bought anything. Maybe it was fate that brought him into their store that day, someone up there had known she needed to speak to him. Maybe it was Beatrice who had sent him to see her. She smiled at the thought and made a note to include her in her prayers tonight with a thank you.

The next question was what to wear. She wanted to look good for Jay but she also wanted to look like herself. She had looked exactly like this when she had first met him. With the store quiet for a couple of moments she scurried upstairs and glanced at the couple of dresses that were hanging in her closet. She tugged out the pale blue dress that she had been wearing when Jay had first kissed her. It was perfect. Hopefully it reminded him of the night that had changed both their lives - for the better.

She pulled it on quickly before rushing back downstairs but luckily her father had not returned in her absence. Thankful that she had braided her long hair that morning she undid the braids and let her blonde curls freely flow over her shoulders. She pinned a couple of the front pieces back so they were out of her face, using a silver plate sat behind the counter as a mirror. She smiled to herself, she usually had her hair tied back as it was easier to work when it was out of the way but she was pleased with how she looked. She hoped Jay would be just as pleased when her portrait finally reached him.

A slam of the back door pulled her out of her revere.

‘What are you all prissied up for?’ Her father asked, his voice slurring as he looked her up and down. He had been drinking, the hair on Hailey’s arms stood on end. Clearly his meeting hadn’t gone as well as he had hoped and he had drowned his sorrows at the nearest liquor serving establishment. It made Hailey’s hands clench underneath the counter.

‘Just trying out a new style my friend from church taught me,’ Hailey forced a smile and hoped her father wouldn’t question her further.

‘Whatever, just get this place closed up,’ he grunted before stomping upstairs. Hailey listened carefully to his footsteps but she let out a breath when she heard him collapse onto the bed in her parents room. If he was going to sleep off his overindulgence then she had nothing to worry about. He’d be out for hours, likely until the morning, and wouldn’t interrogate her on her whereabouts that evening.

She couldn’t exactly tell him she was getting a photograph taken to send to a soldier overseas who she was madly in love with having only spent one evening with him. Her father would laugh at her, belittle her and tell her not to be a stupid little girl. It was a conversation she was keen to avoid, that was until Jay returned home and they could face him together.

#upstead #hailey upton #jay halstead #chicago pd #upstead fic #one Chicago #hailey x jay #upstead fanfic #chicago pd fanfic #upstead fanfiction #chicago pd fanfiction #chicago pd fic

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ickypuppi3 · 1 year

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billy’s other relatives? oh god, oh fuck. GOING WITH THE RECURRING MOTIF AND THEME OF CANON, i’m gonna say he has…nobody. his mother is god knows where, wouldn’t even begin to know where to start looking and it’s the same with her parents and her siblings. he knows nothing, only that she has them (had them??) and that his mother keeps a heart shaped locket of a girl named Alice around her neck. a sister?? a best friend? cousin??? she won’t tell him. his mother kept neil and by extension billy, away from them all. i think she had an inkling about him from the very beginning, but was also pulled in by his charm and his wit and his ocean blue eyes. then she got pregnant so. any red flags were kind of put to the side. she hadn’t wanted a child so early, HE did. so a child they had. he didn’t become physically violent until later pregnancy and eventually motherhood, started to affect her “wifely duties”. yes neil hargrove is absolutely one of those men who do jack shit for their wives but expect EVERYTHING in return. regardless of the era he’s written into. so, billy’s mom slowly but surely cuts out her entire family in order to keep neil away from them, red flags coming back to haunt her. let’s him sweep her away, never to be seen again. she tries to make a run for it a few times over the years, doesn’t succeed. seeing no other way out she loses hope and attempts to end her suffering, take billy with her before his truly starts. neil finds them. saves billy, leaves his mother on the floor and flees to california, never tells billy. dies without telling him. ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THINGS. i think neil is the youngest of six boys. man has a complex for suuuuuure. i dunno, he just strikes me as someone who’s been beaten on and put down his entire life so he takes it out on his kid. NOT TO CREATE SYMPATHY FOR HIM..not to excuse him. just. giving a reason. his dad’s been tough on him from the start. all that same respect and responsibility bullshit. five brothers joined the army, neil didn’t want to. so he got the worst of his fathers rage. and the pattern repeats. as for his mother, she died in childbirth leaving him to deal with the brunt. probably finds out when he’s fifteen that he’s the offspring of an affair and his ‘father’ knew about this. even wished her dead multiple times. laughed as he took neil from the hospital. so that’s the king of man HE was raised by. neil’s brothers all died at war and his father drank himself into an early grave. THE END.

#billy hargrove #asks #existential crisis moment over billy’s family tree #i cant even respond to this in words btw #just know i’m in a lot of pain over all of this and i need everyone to see it

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draculcid · 3 years

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they stared at each other like this from across the school parking lot and y’all still think they’re straight?

#shhhh #i just wanted an excuse to make one of those heart locket things #ignore me #heart locket #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #meme #?

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Let's show the staff some love! What about hcs of the nrc staff as dads?

Just in time for Father’s Day (at least in my country)~

Curiouser and Curiouser...

If his attitude toward work (aka pushing all the school’s problems to his students to solve) is of any indication, Crowley is a very “hands off” type of guardian. He trusts that his kid is able to look after themselves just fine (and if not, then he’ll find a babysitter for them).

Honestly? Crowley’s just overall very clumsy and inexperienced with parenting. That doesn’t mean he won’t try, though! Chances are, you’ll be able to find the headmaster in the library, reading up on childcare, or speaking with his fellow NRC staff, for advice.

He’s not much of a cook, so whenever it’s his turn to provide food for his child, Crowley usually resorts to ordering takeout. (... Or leeching free food from his students.) It’s nothing fancy, but a crow’s gotta do what a crow’s gotta do to provide for his family!

Despite how dubious he looks, Crowley actually has a decently soothing voice! He’ll tuck his kid in and sing them to sleep if they’ve got insomnia or bad dreams are keeping them awake. He won’t leave their bedside until they’re safely in dream land.

The headmaster carries a peculiar locket around with him at all times--a locket which contains his child’s picture, and can only be opened with a special key that his child holds. He gifted that key to them during one of their birthdays--denoting that his family holds the “key” to his heart, even if it may not always seem like they do.

Crowley can be a bit scatterbrained at times, so he often tells his child, “Do as I say, not as I do!” He’s still learning how to improve each and every day, so he doesn’t want his kid repeating the same blunders as him!

Crewel is strict, but not unreasonable. He sets very clear rules and expectations for his kid, and has certain rewards and consequences in place, too. Those rules aren’t set in stone, though! Crewel’s willing to listen to critique and change them around if his kid can make a valid argument for their case (but he’ll put up a good fight).

This man’s an advocate for tough love. He won’t let his child off the hook with just a slap on the wrist; he’ll hold them accountable for their actions and punish them according to the severity of their wrongdoing (scolding, grounding, etc). (The only thing that could possibly make the situation worse is if his kid lies to him--Crewel would rather they confess to their crimes than try to cover them up or deny responsibility.)

He always has dogs in the home (whether its his own pet Dalmatians, or a stray he’s helping to get back on their paws), so naturally, he raises his child to be comfortable around canines. It’s not unusual to see Crewel playing fetch or taking a stroll with his kid and the family dogs.

He’s all for freedom of self-expression (tattoos, piercings, hair dye, whatever!), but he won’t let his child leave the house looking like a mess. Crewel will make sure that they’re well-groomed and dressed in stylish outfits for every occasion!

When they eat out, Crewel is very adamant about his kid getting exactly what they ordered. (“Excuse me, they asked for no pickles.”) When they’re at home, Crewel does most of the cooking--and he makes painstaking efforts to make sure the food is portioned properly, fun, and aesthetically pleasing for his child to eat, from rabbit-shaped apple eggs to star-shaped carrot pieces.

Crewel wants his kid to be strong and independent, so he starts teaching them all the life skills he thinks they’ll need early. That means cooking, cleaning, managing personal finances, social red flags, basic first aid, etc.

Though Trein looks stern, he’s actually quite a doting father! He has a bad habit of spoiling his children, whether it be through gifts or through gushing words of affection and praise.

He’s a huge worrywart! Trein panics if he sees the smallest bruise or scratch on his kid(s) and insists that he take them to see a physician at once! He’s also the type to interrogate instructors at parent-teacher conferences--just so he’s sure his angel(s) are doing well and having fun at school.

Trein keeps a family photo album (er, several) and continuously updates them. He has pictures of his child(ren) throughout their life--from newborn to adulthood--and can tell you many stories related to each photograph. It’s a great conversation starter for when he has guests over.

Trein’s a stickler for rules and formalities, so, in addition to making sure that his kid(s) know their “pleases” and “thank yous”, he also instills some less conventional habits. For example, instead of responding with “what?” when someone says something that confuses them, his child(ren) are taught to say “pardon?” instead.

It’s very important to Trein that the entire family sits down for meals together (this extends to afternoon teas, too). He likes seeing his child(ren)’s face(s) and being able to catch up with their lives over food.

Somewhat of an overprotective father. He thinks the world of his child(ren), so he harshly scrutinizes anyone that would threaten to take them away from him. Ultimately, Trein is mature enough to accept that his kid(s) seek happiness and new lives with others, and he will support their decision(s).

Vargas is the biggest cheerleader for his child! He’ll make it a point to attend every major milestone and event... not just holidays or graduations, but also every concert, sporting event, play, etc. His kid can always tell where he is in the crowd, too--because Vargas is cheering the loudest.

Of course, he’s a big advocate for playing outdoors and generally being active! Vargas will often join his kid in exercising, plus the sports and games they play (but he’ll go easy on them so they have a shot at beating their old man)! Sometimes he plans entire family trips just to get the muscles moving--to a beach, a skii resort, camping grounds by the mountains, wherever seems interesting!

He gives straightforward and honest advice. Vargas knows when his kid is in need of having some common sense knocked into them, and he’s willing to deliver. He won’t sugar coat things, but he won’t be unnecessarily cruel, either. Vargas will tell it like it is, and follow up with words of encouragement and support!

Vargas is the dad that insists he’s the best at grilling things at every neighborhood barbeque. (And yes, he does, indeed, own an apron that says “Kiss the Cook”, and he will wear it every chance he gets.)

Dad jokes? Vargas loves’m! He’s fond of the “Hi, [adjective], I’m dad” one-liner, though he’s also a fan of bad, groan-inducing puns in general (”Egg-cellent workout today, champ!”).

He brags about many things, but especially his child’s achievements and accomplishments, to the other parents! Vargas is just so proud of his kid he wants to talk everyone’s ears off about them.

Sam’s very lax with his parenting! He thinks it’s better that a child experiences life with minimal restraints, though he’ll keep an eye on them from a distance to make sure that they don’t get into too much trouble.

Sam encourages his child to take leaps of faith and to try new things every day--most notably, hobbies and foods! He loves playing the piano along with them as they try a new instrument, or watching how his their face light up when he presents them with a new dish.

He pretty much always gets his kid what they want for special occasions, be it the reddest enchanted rose or a mermaid queen’s forgotten music box. (How did he get his hands on them? He’ll never tell!)

Sam can entertain his kid for ages with his animated style of storytelling. He gets really theatrical with his performances, putting on all kinds of silly voices, making hand gestures and shadow puppets, and using little items as props. At times, he’ll also pull little magic tricks or sleights of hand to really make the tale he’s telling come alive.

Due to the nature of Sam’s work, he’s not home all the time--he may be away negotiating a deal, or trading for rare goods! Sometimes, Sam brings his kid along with him to see the world, but if he deems the trip to be too scary or dangerous, he’ll leave them at home with a good luck charm and the promise of his safe return (with maybe a souvenir or two).

In his spare time, he puts together handmade plushies for his child, meant to keep them company when he’s not there. The plushies aren’t the prettiest things in the world, with different patches of fabric making up clothes, obvious stitching marks on their skin, and mismatched button eyes, but they’ve got a lot of love and care put into them.

#twst #twisted wonderland headcanons #Dire Crowley #Divus Crewel #Mr. S #Sam #Ashton Vargas #Mozus Trein #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #curiouser and curiouser #NRC Staff #Mister S

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sugakoni · 3 years

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single mom!reader (leon x f!reader)

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(a/n) sorry for the delay in this part. i have been really busy and super bleh because of my antidepressants, but tonight i finally feel like writing. this is part 2 of 5, and next part uhhh... might get a little spicy. don't say i didn't warn you lmao. - zee

word count: 1656

contains: angst to an extent

warnings: light swearing, fighting, panic attacks

paring: leon kennedy x fem!reader (single mother)

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story under the cut

Staggered breaths were heard inside the house, followed by a loud cough. The area of Spain you were in was surprisingly cold, and the cabin you were in wasn’t helping any, considering how run down it was. Your gun was in your hand, following behind Leon as you kept watch on anything that could happen behind the man.

Leon turned the corner, and you did the same. Seeing a man who was currently filling his fireplace with wood, poking and prodding at it in the mean time.You raised an eyebrow, keeping your gun in your hand as Leon cleared his throat.

“Excuse me, sir, I am Leon Kennedy. I was wondering if you have seen this girl.”

The man turned back at him, speaking in Spanish in a very angry manner. You pursed your lips together, Leon giving you a shrug.

“Leon! Look out!” You yelled, firing your gun at the man who rose an axe towards your partner. You shot at his head multiple times, before he finally fell to the ground. Noises were heard outside, and Leon took it upon himself to look out through the window. You let out a breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding, before looking out the window with Leon and seeing a lot more people.

“Shit,” Leon muttered, making sure his gun was loaded before pushing you to go towards the stairs.

“I know what I’m doing, Kennedy,” you sassed, going up the stairs quickly with him following behind. He let out a huff, grabbing a few things of ammo that he found in drawers and handing it to you. You put them into your bag, shaking your head as you found some herbs. The sound of a door breaking down was heard downstairs, which caused your eyes to widen.

“There!” You called out, pointing at the window.

“Good eye,” Leon replied, going to jump out. You bit at your lip, hearing the villagers walking around downstairs before you eventually jumped down yourself, being caught by Leon. You let out a cough, Leon having a shit eating grin on his face before you pulled your gun out and shot 3 villagers behind him.

The blonde placed you back down on the ground, starting to run farther away from the village people. You sighed quietly to yourself, following behind as per usual. You knew something was up here, not normal, and just like Raccoon City.

You put Raccoon City in the back of your mind as Hunnigan called Leon, and you stood to the side listening through your ear piece. You kicked at some rocks, thinking about your son and what he could be doing at home. A huff left Leon’s mouth, ending the call with Hunnigan.

“Ashley is around here somewhere,” Leon spoke out, putting an end to your thoughts. You looked over at him, giving him a nod.

“No shit.”

“Hey, I know you have something going on, but that attitude of your’s needs to leave,” Leon snapped, running a hand through his hair. You raised an eyebrow.

“MY attitude? I am so sorry that I had to leave my nine year old son behind to go on a mission to find the President’s dumbass daughter!” You exclaimed, to which he rolled his eyes. The stress the two of you had from your recent encounters was prominent in this conversation, and you put your hands up slightly.

“You know what. You’re right. Sorry for making you upset, Kennedy,” You spoke sarcastically, walking away from the other. Leon’s jaw clenched, following behind you and grabbing your wrist, turning you to face him.

“Stop being a brat.”

“You’re being the brat,” You seethed, shaking his grip off of you as you head towards another cabin. Leon sighed, knowing he messed up by snapping at you. The two of you trekked to the cabin ahead, opening the door and looking around.

“Here,” you spoke, going to move something out of the way of a doorway. Leon gave a nod, going into a room and hearing commotion in the wardrobe in the corner. You followed after grabbing things in the other room, seeing Leon opening the wardrobe door.

All of a sudden, you felt immense pressure in your head and the whole world went black.

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The smell of rotting walls is what awoke you. Pain shot through your head, wrists bound behind you. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing two men in front of you. The one Leon was tied up to was unfamiliar, but he must’ve been in that wardrobe Leon opened up.

“Leon?” You called out. He seemed to have been in the middle of a conversation with the man he was tied up to, showing him the picture of Ashley.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Leon asked, to which you gave a slight nod. Luis looked over to you.

“Ah, senorita, they must’ve hit you hard,” he spoke out, giving a sympathetic smile. You gave a nod again, not feeling up to talking as the pain in your head was searing. Leon sighed to himself, putting the photo of Ashley back into his pocket. You must’ve missed a bit of their conversation.

Loud footsteps were heard outside, which caused you to snap your head up. You saw a giant man walk in. Your eyes felt a bit heavy, desperately trying to keep them open before you slipped off into another slumber.

Snapping awake, you felt something warm pressed against your right arm. Your eyes were wide, sweat sticking to your skin as you looked up at the person who held you. Leon.

You still felt angry at him, but you decided to put that in the back of your head. He looked down at you, hearing your ragged breathing.

“Hey, sleepy head. I have been carrying you around for what feels like ages,” he murmured, placing you back down again. You sighed, rubbing the back of your head.

“I’m sorry… I just feel so sick,” you muttered, before tears started to stain your cheeks. You were tired, and you didn’t know why. And you felt out of touch with reality. Leon’s concern grew for you.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He asked, rubbing your back. You shook as you cried, falling to your knees.

Panic rose in you, thinking about how you woke up some when you were held captive and something being put into your neck. You immediately looked up at Leon.

“They put something in me,” you expressed, starting to feel yourself become sick.

“Y/n, I am sure you’re fine-”

“Fine?! How can I be fine?! What if I turn into one of them?!” You screamed at him, covering your face afterwards. You thought about Adrian, and how he would potentially have to grow up without his mommy. He was already growing up without a father figure, you couldn’t imagine having him lose you now. You looked down, opening your locket as your breathing was labored. You couldn’t stop the panic, but you could calm down your tears. The adrenaline was already pumping hard through your veins, as you shakily touched the face of your son, and glanced towards the face of your late boyfriend.

“Who is that?” Leon asked, looking down at the locket. You glanced up, his face had softened.

“My late boyfriend… he… he turned into one of those monsters in Raccoon City… right in front of me and Adrian,” you mumbled, closing it. Leon frowned, helping you up from the ground. You composed yourself quickly, starting to go the way you assumed you were to go.

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The plane you were in was whirring loudly, about to take off. You were currently sitting in front of Ashley Graham and the President, with Leon right beside you. Your mission was a success, but the trauma that both you and Leon had experienced on the way was enough to make you never want to work for the government again. But, this is all you had.

The President got up from his seat, walking towards the front of the plane. You looked at Ashley, who was currently looking at Leon in a loving way. A pit formed in your stomach, and you didn’t know if it was jealousy. You looked out the window, seeing the ocean, and clouds… and more ocean.

Unbeknownst to you, but known to Ashley, Leon was looking at you the same way Ashley was looking at him. He didn’t know why, but he felt even more attracted to you after the events you two had endured. You knew that it would be a few days until you could see your son, since you have to give information to your agency and other government officials, but at the end of the day, your son was now your number one priority again.

“Why her?” Ashley spoke out, her eyes going wide as both you and Leon looked at her. Her face flushed to a bright red color, before she excused herself, going to wherever her father was.

“What was that for?” You mumbled, playing with your hands. You looked over at Leon, smiling a bit as you felt your heart swell up.

“I don’t know… but at least she is gone, her staring was getting annoying,” Leon chuckled, which caused you to giggle. You bit at your lip, seeing his hand on the armrest. You moved your smaller one to lay on top of it, your fingers intertwining.

“Thank you,” You whispered, “for getting me back safe.”

“I made a promise, didn’t I? How about we celebrate tonight, everything on me,” Leon said smugly, which caused you to blush.

“Yeah, yeah lover-boy… I’ll give you a chance,” You said with a grin, looking back out the window and taking your hand away from his. You missed the warmth, but you didn’t want to deal with Ashley’s whining.

Maybe staying away from home for a few more days wouldn’t be so bad...

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ladydimitrescuspet · 3 years

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What About What I Want? - Chapter 4 [slightly NSFW]

ao3 link! first part of the ceremony, enjoy!

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"I'll, uh, I'll have to call Mother Miranda then." Alcina replied. You nodded your head as you watched up get up from the bed. She sat in front of the phone, but she asked you a question before she picked it up. "Are you sure about this, dear?" Alcina asked.

"I'm sure, Al." You said as you pulled your knees up to your chest. You heard her pick up the phone and put in Mother Miranda's number.

"Yes, Arabella, put her on the phone." Alcina said. "Mother Miranda? Yes, Y/N would like to-" She was cut off by Mother Miranda. "No, Mother Miranda. Yes. I am well aware of that. I do not care what Heisenberg said, he is al- No, Mother Miranda. Would you like to know her decision? It was her decision, Mother Miranda. Tonight. Yes, Tonight. We will be ready, of course. Until then, Mother Miranda." Alcina replied before she hung up the phone and turned to look at you.

"What did she say?" You asked. Alcina grimaced but didn't reply as she redid her lipstick. You got up from the bed and made your way over to where she was. "Alcina, what did she say?" You asked again.

Alcina closed her eyes and let out a sigh before opening them again. "The carriage will be here soon, get dressed and meet me downstairs." Alcina said, blatantly ignoring your question. You frowned. "Wear something warm, it's quite chilly outside, my dear." Alcina left the room without another word.

You glanced at the closet. You weren't sure if there was something in there or if it really was Alcina playing a trick on you, but now really wasn't the time to think about it. You walked into the closet and almost let out a scream as something came over your mouth.

"Shh, Y/N, it's okay." The voice whispered into your ear. You didn't recognise the voice. And their touch was as warm as the one that you felt earlier. "Don't worry, girl, Alcina knows I'm here." The voice said. Your heart was beating erratically. "I'm sure you'd like to know who I am, yes?" You nodded your head. "I'm an old family friend. I didn't mean to startle you before, but I talked with Alcina." The voice removed their hand.

"What do you want? I really don't have time for this." You said as you looked towards the door of Alcina's bedroom. "Alci'll be back any second now so whatever you have to say better be quick."

The voice smiled at you. "Don't rush me, child, you'll regret having done so." The voice sneered. "You're to meet me behind the place in which you will be taken for the ceremony. Alcina will know where you've gone if she notices you missing before you arrive back. Don't keep me waiting." And with that, the presence of the voice was gone. You quickly dressed in a warm outfit before making your way downstairs to Alcina.

"My dear, what took you so long?" Alcina asked. You shook your head. "I won't ask again, what took you so long, Y/N?"

You scratched your neck. "I, um, I didn't, I couldn't find it." You replied. Alcina raised her eyebrow. "My jacket. I couldn't find it." You quickly added.

Alcina pursed her lips but didn't say anything. She grabbed your arm and the two of you headed towards the carriage. "Get it." Alcina said. You obeyed and got in, Alcina climbing in after you and sitting next to you. "You should try and get some sleep, draga mea, we've a long journey ahead of us before we get to Mother Miranda."

You frowned. "I'm not tired." You replied. It was a lie and you knew Alcina could tell that you were tired.

Alcina closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "My dear, I don't have time for your lies. I'm instructing you to get some sleep for your own good. It would be best to listen to me instead of fighting it." Alcina said. You looked up at her and brought your hand up to her cheek causing her to open her eyes. She brought her own hand up to cover yours. "I can't have you yawning and dozing off in the middle of Mother Miranda's ceremony, Y/N."

You nodded your head before letting out a small yawn. "I guess a nap doesn't sound too bad." You got into Alcina's lap and put your head on her shoulder. "Comfy pillow." You murmured out.

Alcina laughed at your assessment. "Sleep, my dear. I'll wake you when we arrived." The last thing you felt before sleep overcame you was Alcina kissing your forehead. You were a bit groggy when Alcina woke you. "Come on now, iubirea mea, we're here." Alcina said softly.

“Already?” You asked as you rubbed your eyes. Alcina hummed. “Do you think she’ll approve of me?” You asked.

Alcina raised her eyebrow. “What do you mean, little one?” Alcina asked, her arms wrapped around your waist.

You looked out the window and noticed that the carriage was still moving. “You said we were here.” You frowned a bit.

Alcina closed her eyes and let out a small sigh. “I need you to be as awake as possible when we arrive. I have matters to attend to therefore you’ll be on your own for some time. I’m sure Mother Miranda will have someone around to supervise you if you wish to do a bit of adventuring.” Alcina replied. “Now, answer my question. You know I hate repeating myself.”

You nodded your head. “I just, I mean, what if she doesn’t see me fit to carry a child?” You asked.

Alcina brushed your cheek with her hand. “Oh, my dear, she doesn’t have a say in that. Her only job is to oversee the ceremony.” Alcina explained. “It is up to you, and only you, if you wish to carry a child, a Dimitrescu.”

“And I do want to.” You pressed a kiss to the corner of Alcina’s mouth. “You don’t think Mother Miranda will try and hold our child against us?”

Alcina frowned. “She wouldn’t dare do that, not when I’m the child’s mother.” Alcina replied. “And if she did, she’d regret it. Mother Miranda may be my superior, but she knows by now that my family comes first.”

You smiled a bit at her words. “Your family.” You said softly. “Could we…” You question trailed off when you felt the carriage stop.

“Could we what, iubirea mea?” Alcina asked. She moved you off of her lap before the door to the carriage opened. You shook your head and she frowned. “Tell me later?” You nodded your head before stepping out of the carriage.

“Alcina, always a pleasure to see you.” Mother Miranda said as she stepped out the doors of her home. “And you must be the mortal that Alcina’s told me much about, yes?” You nodded your head.

“My apologies, Mother Miranda. It seems Y/N has forgotten her manners.” Alcina said as she pushed you towards the woman.

You looked back at Alcina who gave a small nod. “Thank you for doing the ceremony on such short notice, Mother Miranda.” You said rather quickly before moving back to stand by Alcina’s side.

Mother Miranda smiled. “Hmm, it’s my pleasure. Alcina’s like family, how could I say no?” She asked. You didn’t reply nor was she expecting you to. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, Alcina and I have some things to discuss before we get started. Andrea will keep you company and you make yourself more comfortable around the estate.” She turned and walked back into her house, you and Alcina following after her into the living room. “I will see you in my office, Alcina.” She added as she headed upstairs.

Alcina turned to you. “This shouldn’t take long. Try not to give Andrea a hard time, yes, little one?” You nodded your head and Alcina pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Once you’ve settled then Andrea will take you to be prepped.” Alcina said before she went to follow Mother Miranda to her office.

You turned to face Andrea. The small meeting Alcina was having with Moher Miranda would probably provide you with enough time to meet Alcina’s old family friend behind Mother Miranda’s home. “Do you think I can just go for a walk? Clear my head and get some fresh air?” You asked.

Andrea frowned. “The Mother and The Lady would be quite furious if I let anything happen to you under my watch.” Andrea replied. “But, I will accompany you on your walk to make sure that nothing goes wrong.”

You smiled at her before the two of you made your way outside again. As the two of you walked around the grounds you noticed someone standing by a tree. Without really thinking, you started walking over to it, Andrea trailing behind you until you stopped in front of the tree, the figure having disappeared before your eyes. You heard a small thud and turned to find Andrea on the ground.

“What the hell was that?” You hissed at the figure.

“She’s not to know what we speak about.” The figure replied nonchalantly.

You furrowed your brows. “Then make it quick. I do not have all night.” You replied.

“It’s about the ceremony. The child you will carry. Are you sure this is something you truly want?” The figure asked.

“Of course it is. I wouldn’t have brought it up to Alcina if it wasn’t.” You replied. “Why?” You asked.

The figure held its hand out and handed you a locket. “For the ceremony.” The figure said. “Mother Miranda is not happy about the decision that has been made between you and my dear Alcina. But, she will pretend to be. It is likely that she is only doing this to have a vessel for her own child.”

“Why would she use our child as a vessel?” You asked.

“If the child is fit to bear the soul of her dead daughter then she will not hesitate to take the child from you when she is of the sacrificing age.” The figure replied. “She will go to great lengths to take the child, death to you and Alcina are of those lengths. You must make sure the child is unfit to be sacrificed.”

“I don’t understand. Why our child? Why not seek out a vessel of her own and leave my child alone?” You asked.

“That is a road that will be taken later if your child fails to be of use to her. I see that of a child named Rosemary and a man of the name Ethan Winters years and years from now.” The figure said. “She will put the lives of everyone in danger. You must make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“But you just said that my child couldn’t fit as a vessel for Miranda’s child.” You said. The figure nodded its own head. “Then how will I make sure that she doesn’t put our lives in danger?” You asked as you heard a groan from Andrea.

“You will know what to do once the child is born. When Mother Miranda comes to collect the child then all will shine brightly upon you and light the path you must take to ensure the safety of those around you. Do you understand me, child?” You nodded your head. “The locket will be the key.”

You looked down at the locket in your hand. You opened your mouth to speak when you looked back up but the figure was gone and Andrea was waking up.

“What happened?” Andrea asked as she rubbed her head.

“I’m not sure. When I turned around you were on the ground, must’ve hit your head on a branch. You were only out for a few minutes.” You explained, hoping that she’d buy it. “Come on. Let’s get back inside, I think it’s time for me to be prepared for the ceremony.” You said as you helped Andrea stand. Once you made sure she was alright to walk on her own you put the locket you had in your hand around your neck and started making your way back.

Mother Miranda and Alcina were waiting for you two in the living room when you arrived. That really was a quick meeting. You saw Alcina’s eyes dart to the locket around your neck and you instinctively put your hand over it.

“Sorry, My Lady’s, Y/N wanted to go for a short walk.” Andrea replied.

“That’s quite alright. I suppose you’ll be wanting to prep her now, yes?” Mother Miranda asked. Andrea nodded her head. “Let us not get in your way then. Fetch us when you’re ready.” Mother Miranda said as she waved the two of you off.

The preparations for the ceremony didn’t take long. You were given a bath and a robe to wear. Your clothes were placed in a bag and placed onto a vanity for you to come back to when the ceremony was over, hopefully. You followed Andrea out of the room and to a different part of the house that looked like a cathedral. She instructed you to wait here while she fetched Mother Miranda and Lady Dimitrescu.

“My, my, what a lovely sight you are, my dear.” Alcina said as she walked up to you. You flushed under her gaze. She leaned down to whisper into your ear. “We’re going to have fun, darling.” She said before she pressed a kiss to your ear and stood to her full height.

You gulped before looking at Mother Miranda. “When do we…. begin?” You asked.

“Whenever the two of you are ready.” Mother Miranda replied. “As I’m sure Alcina’s told you, I am simply here to oversee the ceremony.”

You nodded your head and looked back to Alcina. “What do we do?” You asked, realising that you didn’t really know much about the ceremony.

Alcina grinned at you. “Well, first, I’m going to undress and then you’re going to shed that robe.” Alcina said as she took her hat off. “A little help, darling.” You quickly rushed to help her with the buttons on her dress and helped her out of it, leaving her in only her undergarments. “Mother Miranda will prepare something for us to drink, you’ll react to it and I won’t, but it’ll still work the same for us both.” Alcina explained.

“What do you mean?” You asked as you took off the robe. You were naked as opposed to Alcina’s half clothed body.

Alcina licked her lips before replying. “You’ll get a bit dizzy, a bit nauseous, but it’ll pass over quickly.” Alcina replied as Mother Miranda handed her two cups. “Drink all of it.” Alcina said as she passed you a cup before downing hers.

The smell alone was enough to make you like gagging and you turned your face away from the cup. “I don’t like the smell of it, Al.” Alcina crossed her arms before sighing.

Alcina took the cup from your hands and pressed the fingers of her free hand around your face. Her grip pressed against your cheeks causing your mouth to open slightly. “You will swallow as I pour.” Alcina instructed before she pressed the cup against your lips, tilting the cup so the liquid would go into your mouth. You squirmed as you swallowed some of it, regretting it instantly but swallowing the offending liquid consistently until it was all gone. “Good girl. Now we wait.” Alcina said as she placed the cups on a nearby table.

You felt your stomach gurgle inside of you as it reacted to whatever you just drank. You felt yourself swaying until large hands came up to steady you. You could feel sweat forming on your face and your skin felt unbearably hot. “Alcina, I don’t feel good.” Alcina just shushed you as she held you against her to ride out your reaction to the drink. If Alcina’s skin hadn’t been so cool against your scorching skin, you would’ve pushed her away, but you just leaned into her more, sighing at how it was cooling down your body.

“Feeling any better, sweet one?” Alcina asked after a few moments. You nodded your head. “Good, good. Now, follow me, dear. The ceremony cannot take place in such a holy room.” Alcina replied as she led you through a door and down a set of stairs that seemed to lead to the basement. The room was dimly lit by the candles down there. “Mother Miranda’s not allowed to oversee this part of the ceremony as it is a private matter between you and me.” She smiled at you as she picked you up to set you on a bed.

You grinned back at her. “Hmm, you sure you don’t want to invite her to join?” You asked teasingly. Alcina frowned. “I’m just joking, Al. I’m yours, all yours.” Your hands found the way to the clasp on her bra and you pulled the straps down her arms, tossing the piece of fabric on the ground before moving to her underwear.

“Someone’s a little needy.” Alcina chuckled. “That means what you drank is working far better than I was expecting.” She leaned to kiss your pulse point causing you to moan. “This part comes later, love.” Alcina whispered into your ear. “And don’t worry we have all night to make sure you have more than enough of my sperm to get you pregnant.” You hummed as you ran your hands over her sides. “Listen, darling, the ceremony doesn’t always take the first time, we may have to do it again.”

“We can do it as many times as you want, Alci,” You said with a small giggle. “Tonight, tomorrow, the day after that, so on and so on.” You pressed a kiss to her lips. “So what are you waiting for, permission to fuck me, Your Highness?” You asked with a small pout, batting your eyes at her.

“A Lady never asks for permission to do what she already intends to do. I am simply deciding how I shall you and in what order.” Alcina replies. Your eyes widened a bit when she pulled out a strap-on. “Oh, don’t look so shocked dear. This, is only to start us off. When, and only when, you’re nice and ready will I pull out the real thing to fuck you with. Do you like that plan, soarece mic?” Alcina asked.

“I do.” You replied and Alcina growled at you, her fangs poking out from her mouth. “I’m sorry… mommy.” You tested out the nickname, you had never called her that before. Alcina purred. “Does mommy like it when I call her that?” You asked.

Alcina’s hand came up to you neck, squeezing it a bit as she leaned down towards your ear. “Mommy does like it when you call her that, pet.” She bit down on your ear causing you to gasp as your hands went to her hair. “Hmm, bad pet, you know I don’t like it when you touch my hair.” Alcina said as she pulled back to you and saw the small pout you had on your face. She let out a small sigh. “Fine, fine, but only because that potion is making you an insufferable little brat.”

“When are you going to fuck me, mommy?” You asked as you twirled her curls with your fingers. “No need to ta-“ You were cut off by Alcina entering one finger inside of you. “Oh, you’re a sneaky one.” You moaned out.

“Anything to get you to stop talking for a moment.” Alcina teased. You frowned, but that expression disappeared from your face when she inserted another finger inside of you. “You always take my fingers so well,” Alcina leaned down to pepper your neck in kisses as she thrusted in and out of you.

“How else am I supposed to take them, not well?” You asked. “You wouldn’t have much use for me then.” Alcina hummed before curling her fingers inside of you, smiling against your skin as your back arched. “Fuck.” You moaned out before groaning as she slipped her fingers from you.

She waved the strap-on in your face. “Does my little pet want this inside of her?” She cooed at you and you squirmed under her gaze. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Alcina replied as she placed a harness around her waist and attached the toy. She teased you with the toy, sliding it up and down your slit, smiling at the noises you were making. “Someone’s having fun, I see.” She slid the tip of the toy inside of you before pushing all the way in with no warning causing you to scream. “Hmm, mommy loves it when you scream, pet.”

You felt tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. “Please, mommy, please.” You begged as you pushed against her, your legs wrapping around her waist. She started to slow down. “No, no, don’t do that, go faster.” You grunted as you fucked yourself with the strap-on since Alcina had stopped moving.

“You’re not being a very good pet, are you?” Alcina asked. “I’d hate to do this during the ceremony, but my darling, if you don’t control yourself then I’m going to have to punish you.” Alcina threatened.

“Do what you must, Al, I don’t care.” You replied. You pressed a kiss to her chest, playing with her nipples, smiling as she moaned at your touch. You placed your hands on one breast and brought it to our mouth so you suck on her nipple. “Milk?” You asked.

Alcina growled at you. “You don’t listen, you don’t care, and now you want milk? You’re worse than a baby.” Alcina waved her hand around a chanted something in Romania. “There’s your milk, but before you get any, you must listen to me, Y/N.”

You poked your bottom lip out as you held her breast in your hand. “I am listening, Alcina.”

Alcina shook her head and grabbed your hands. “No, you’re not.” She replied. “I know the potion is having a serious effect on you, but that’s not all that’s going on with you, my love. What’s wrong?” Alcina asked.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing.” You replied. “Is there a time limit to this damn thing?” You asked.

Alcina chuckled. “No, my dear. I suppose I should tell you that a ceremony like this goes for as long as we want it to go. But you’re special, unique, you’re perfect. The ceremony really should only last at least half a day.”

“Half a day?” You asked. “In the carriage…. No, please, can we just move on?” You asked. You wanted to cup her face in your hands, but you couldn’t.

“Tell me and I’ll stop delaying the ceremony.” Alcina offered.

You closed your eyes and let out a small sigh. “If I were to become like you, would we still be able to have children?” You asked softly. You felt Alcina loosen her grip on your hands and her hands around your face. “Will we?” You asked again.

“Of course, Y/N, but I don’t know how you’d react to the… to the parasite.” Alcina replied. You shook your head. “You don’t want the parasite? Oh no, no, I won’t bite you in that way, no.”

“This ceremony doesn’t seem to be moving along the way it’s supposed to.” You observed, changing the subject.

Alcina laughed. “No, it hasn’t, but we can change that if we focus and stop getting so distracted.” Alcina replied. “Now, where were we? I think I remember something about you wanting me to go faster?” She said as she slid the toy from inside of you only to plunge it back in causing you to scream out. “You really do make the most beautiful sounds for me, pet.”

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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Teenagers Part 7

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Link to Part 6

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M

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The next morning, Sirius sat in a tea shop that was off of the beaten path of most people. He stirred the cup of steaming liquid in front of him as he anxiously tapped his foot. When the bell about the door jingled, Sirius looked up as Regulus stepped in. His brother was clearly looking over his shoulder for any of their family members. Agreeing to meet up like this was dangerous...for both brothers.

Sirius internally rolled his eyes. He wished that things didn’t have to be this way. If Sirius wanted to talk to his brother then he should be able to. He was in astonishment that Regulus even agreed to meet him in the first place. The relationship between Sirius and Regulus had been “tense” since Sirius packed his crap and ran to the Potters. Regulus would rarely speak to Sirius at school as it was. Sirius had a feeling that the only reason Regulus agreed to meet him today was the younger brother knew that this conversation had something to do with you.

Regulus sat down across from Sirius silently. Neither spoke as the witch that owned the place came over to take Regulus’ order. Sirius sat quietly as Regulus took off his jacket and placed his hands on the table. Regulus’ attention had fallen on a group of older women who were eyeing both Regulus and Sirius hopefully.

In your dreams…

Regulus thought with an eye roll. He was used to the staring. Any time that he or Sirius went somewhere some member of the opposite sex was drooling over them.

“You’re getting a lot of looks from women now.”

Sirius commented. He couldn’t help but be proud of his little brother. The young man was finally coming into his “good looks” and getting the attention that Sirius had been getting for years. Sirius wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if one of the older women in the corner wanted nothing more than to “take care” of his younger brother. With those intense eyes, perfectly sculpted face, and a headful of curls Regulus probably captured many women’s hearts...but none of them would matter. Sirius knew this. Regulus’ eyes were only on one person. If one of these women tried to flirt with him, Sirius had a feeling that Regulus would tell them to bugger off. Teasing them was one thing but intentionally flirting with them when Regulus knew that he had you in his life was another.

Regulus rolled his eyes again.

“They don’t matter to me. Y/n is the only one that I care about.”

Sirius smirked.

“Blow one of them a kiss. They will probably fall out of their chairs.”

Regulus shook his head.

“I’m not here to watch you nor flirt with tea shop tramps. Why did you want to see me?”

Sirius nodded, finally accepting that he wasn’t going to get a smile out of his younger brother. It was probably best to get down to business.

“I need to talk to you about Y/n.”

“Yes. If you are going to tell me that I need to break up with her then you are wasting your time. Furthermore, you can tell James Potter to grow a pair and get over it. He needs to be a better older brother to Y/n. The way that he does her is disgusting. He is honestly lucky that I haven’t tried to kick his ass. If he keeps on hurting her, I may not be so kind. I know how she feels and I will not let her go through the same heartache that I have had to.”

Sirius winced. The little dig at him hit home, just as Regulus wanted it to. Regulus didn’t have to say that Sirius was a crap older brother for Sirius to get his brother’s point. Sirius swallowed back his own want to tell Regulus to shut the fuck up.

I have tried. You ignore me! Anytime that I try to patch things up, you run away to your Slytherin friends. That you. Not me!

The comment was so close to coming out of Sirius’ mouth but he wasn’t here today about himself. This was about you.

“I’ll talk to James. He’s just scared. Y/n is his only sister. She’s a special girl not just to James and I but her whole family.”

Regulus frowned.

“You don’t think that I don’t value her?”

Sirius shook his head.

“I didn’t say that. Reg, I know that you value her. Personally, I know you very well. You don’t do anything unless you have it planned out on a pad of paper. I don’t think that you would be wearing a woman’s locket if she didn’t mean something to you. What I’m telling you is you have to keep her safe from the cult.”

“The cult?”

Regulus questioned, earning a scowl from his older brother.

“Our family, idiot! Like it or not, Regulus, our family is a cult and you’re drinking the kool-aid.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“I guess that you would know. Furthermore, what is Kool-Aid and what does that have to do with anything?”

Sirius put a hand over his face.

“Bad analogy. Look, just keep her safe.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest feeling a bit insulted. Did Sirius really think that he would let anything happen to you? Regulus wasn’t going to be leaving your side throughout the whole party and if he did, he would make sure Narcissa or his mother was beside you. If worse came to worse, he would have Kreacher keep an eye on you.

“I won’t let anything happen to her. Merlin, Sirius, you act as if I am going to let them cook and eat her.”

Sirius’ normally happy expression that he wore all of the time was dark and grim. Had Regulus not been insulted he may be a bit more sympathetic to his brother’s position. Sirius, was after all, only trying to protect you and that was commendable enough.

“Keep her safe from yourself too.”

Sirius added. Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

Sirius sighed.

“Regulus, you're my brother and I love you but we both know how you can be when our family is involved. You fall right into line with the rest of them.”

Regulus stood up with a cold glare.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

Regulus didn’t give Sirius a chance to reply before grabbing his jacket and storming out of the shop. Sirius groaned. His master plan of trying to fix things totally went down in a puff of smoke.

Standing, he decided that it was best to just get back to the Potter’s family home and spend the rest of the day with his best friend.

“Excuse me?”

Sirius looked up when one of the older women that had been eyeing both Sirius and Regulus spoke.

“Yes?”

The woman blushed.

“We just wanted to say that your brother and yourself are adorable.”

Sirius normally would have played right along. Today he was in no mood and wanted nothing more than to whine to James.

“Trust me, you don’t want any of this crazy.”

Sirius replied before walking out in the opposite direction that Regulus had gone in.

(a few hours later)

You sat in front of your mother’s vanity mirror as she fixed your hair and Lily did your makeup. The morning had been spent finding a dress for the party and now here you were being their own personal doll.

“You picked out a beautiful dress, Y/n.”

Lily said with a pleased smile. Your mother nodded, in agreement.

“It was the first one that she tried on. I think the black lace is lovely.”

You were pleased with the gown that you had chosen even if James made the snide comment of…

“If she marries him that’s all that she will be wearing.”

To your shock, Sirius was the one that stood up for you there. He gave James a displeased expression and asked James to stop. Of course, James immediately shut up since it was Sirius that asked.

You couldn’t help but frown thinking about your brother and how awful that your relationship had become since you began dating Regulus. Could James not be happy for you? You had your first boyfriend that you were actually in love with. Regulus was good to you in return...could that not be enough?

Apparently not.

Lily speaking, pulled you from your thoughts.

“I think Regulus is here to get you, Y/n.”

Walking downstairs, you saw the sight that you expected to see. James sat on the couch ignoring Regulus like a toddler would someone that they were mad at. Sirius sat in between James and Regulus, probably to stop the two from beating the crap out of each other. You made a mental note to thank Sirius later.

Sirius was at least starting to change his views on you dating his younger brother. He had apologized earlier that morning for being a git about the whole thing and if you were happy then he was happy for you. There was also the promise to beat the crap out of Regulus if he did something to hurt you followed by a huge “Sirius Black” smile. Of course, you couldn’t be angry with him after that.

You didn’t expect Sirius to give you a ton of excuses on why he was so angry in the first place...you knew. Sirius was worried about your safety. That went without saying but that didn’t mean that he had to treat you so crappy over the past few months. His genuine apology early that day smoothed that particular hurt over.

Regulus stood up the moment that you walked in. He looked perfect as always. You made a mental note to thank Walburga for driving him crazy over the suit that he was wearing. It made everything about him look ten times better.

“You look beautiful.”

He said before gently kissing your forehead. As much as Regulus wanted to pull you into some long sultry kiss, he decided to wait. It would be funny as hell to watch the expression on James’ face but Regulus didn’t want to get on Fleamont or Euphemia’s bad side. Snogging their daughter right in front of them was probably a bad place to start any kind of potential feelings.

“Thanks. I see why your mother was driving you crazy over the suit. It looks great.”

Regulus smirked.

“You don’t live with her. We should be going.”

Sirius quickly looked up from his place on the couch.

“Watch out for the elf, he bites.”

Regulus turned to his brother with an annoyed expression as he wrapped his hand through yours.

“He bites you because you get on his nerves.”

Sirius looked thoughtful for a moment. Regulus was probably right on that one. He definitely didn’t do many nice things for Kreacher when he lived at home. Sirius loved to annoy the elf and he was good at it. Regulus, however, treated him like some kind of cutsie pet. It was no wonder that Kreacher always preferred Regulus over Sirius.

“Good point. If mum tries to give you Kool-aid, don’t drink it.”

It took all that that Sirius had to not cackle at the expression on your face and the annoyed expression on his brother’s face.

“What are you talking about?”

You asked Sirius. Regulus wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Don’t even ask. He said that same thing to me earlier. I think it's just him talking. We both know how my brother is.”

As you turned to follow Regulus to the door, James jumped up. He had spent the evening feeling guilty over how he had been doing you. James tried to justify it by saying “I want to keep her safe” but even that was failing him. He had been a cold-ass to you and you honestly didn't deserve it for falling in love. You didn’t get upset when he started dating Lily. In fact, you were supportive. Maybe James needed to back off and let you live your own life?

I’ll always be there to pick up the pieces no matter who the lover is…

James meant it too. He didn’t care if the lover was Regulus Black or some other guy...James was your brother and he would take care of you until he was dead.

“Y/n, wait!”

James called as he slid into the foyer. You were halfway out the door as you turned to face your older brother.

“Yes?”

You replied, surprised to see James standing there looking at you with apologetic eyes.

“Be careful.”

James’ comment was simple but the expression on his face oozed sincerity. You smiled.

“I will.”

When you turned your back, you didn’t see the cold expression that James shot at Regulus. His face clearly said,

“If she gets hurt, I am coming after you!”

Regulus fought the urge to chuckle. He turned without an expression in James' direction and followed you outside.

Arriving at 12 Grimmauld Place, Regulus stopped you before he moved to open the door. He looked down at you with those sultry eyes that made your heart pound.

“I haven’t seen you in some time, you know. I’ve missed you.”

You stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. Regulus wrapped his arms around your waist to preserve the contact. He didn’t care if there was the very real possibility that one of his bloody relatives could open the door and witness the two of you about to snog. They could stand and watch for all Regulus cared. Regulus had spent the good bit of the past week wanting nothing more than to have your body against his.

“I bet I have missed you more. I’ve been trapped in this house with my parents wanting nothing more than to be with you. You mentioned that your mum put you on muggle birth control?”

You nodded as Regulus titled your head to the side and nuzzled his face against your skin.

“She did. I guess she figured that we were doing things.”

“Well, she isn’t wrong.”

Regulus commented.

“Do you think that we will be able to disappear for a bit?”

You asked. Regulus nodded.

“Easily. My mum will be busy being a show-off. She wouldn’t notice if we disappeared. How about a little preview of what we will be doing later?”

You didn’t have time to respond as Regulus pulled you into a deep hungry kiss. Neither of you was paying the least bit of attention to anything going on around you nor did you notice Bellatrix and Narcissa in the window watching with surprised expressions on their faces.

Both women had been made aware of their cousin finally finding a halfway decent pureblood girl (even if she really wasn’t up to “family” standards) but seeing him snogging on the front steps was a huge shock.

Bellatrix turned to her sister with a grin.

“This will be fun.”

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cursed-jujutsu-san · 3 years

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May I request modern AU Goth/punk Choso and SFW/NSFW HCs with a short and sweet s/o?

Sorry if that’s too much to ask, and it’s fine if you aren’t used to doing Choso, he’s not really as popular as other jjk chars🧡

Of course you can honey! ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ Thank you so much for requesting! I had alot of fun writing for Choso, I’d honestly love to write for him more since I haven’t seen alot for him actually! So please feel free to request again (〃ω〃)

P.S. I kinda went wild but hope that you enjoy! xx

[Modern AU] SFW + NSFW Headcannons - Punk/Goth Choso with a Short + Sweet S/O

SFW:

Very tall and intimidating punk-goth man with a sweet as pie and short as shortcake girlfriend

Works at a tattoo parlour which is literally next door to the bakery you work at! – he likes to spend his lunchtimes with you at the shared backspace behind the two places

Started calling you things like Honey, Honeypie, Shortcake, Little biscuit etc. as a joke but they stuck so Choso cycles between them all – anything short or dessert related is a viable nickname

You like to bring him excess goods from the bakery and every time you do this he just freezes with this big old blush on his face because CAN YOU STOP BEING CUTE FOR 5 MINUTES HE HAS A REPUTATION TO UPHOLD!!

Notorious resting bitch face

His brothers and you are the only ones that can get a positive expression from him

Your very good at reading his expressions! Everything from the slight tilt of his lips to a raised eyebrow – you actually really surprised him with how good you are at reading him

People are constantly surprised by the height and facial difference between the two of you – as well as the difference in clothing choices but we won’t really go too much into that

Because of the big height difference literally all of his clothes are baggy for your cute small frame – loves seeing you in them as well since his clothing isn’t really your usual style of clothing

At this point he’s reserved a couple of his hoodies just for you to wear

He likes to wear thick and heavy/clunky shoes that adds just that little bit of extra height to him that when he straightens up from slouching makes him even more intimidating – your constantly scolding him for slouching since it ruins his posture

Usually a good old pair of Doc Martins or some sort of Steel capped boots are his sort of thing

Did you doodle cute little things like moons + stars on the heels and rims of his shoes? Yes, yes you did! The doodles glow in the dark too

Has a habit of accidently - or subconsciously – holding your hand and gently rubbing your knuckles, this happens a lot when your sat down next to each other or just holding hands normally

Choso bought matching necklaces for you both as an anniversary gift one year – it’s a very cute heart-shaped locket set and is the only cute thing he’ll ever wear since it contains a photo of you

Your one of the only people he’ll allow to touch or do his make-up for him – it’s mainly stuff like helping him with eyeliner and the stripe across his face

He gladly helps you with you make-up as well if you want to wear some – it gives him the free excuse of getting up close to your face AND having you sit on his lap even though he can just ask for you to do that anyway

when he has his hair down from his two ponytails you run your fingers though his hair and he absolutely melts into you

Please help him paint his nails, he can’t get an even coating of polish for the life of him onto his nails

Once a heavy smoker, he’s cut back a lot since entering a relationship with you, but he still has a faint smell of nicotine about him – he hates the sad puppy eyes you give him when you catch him smoking too much

You make him cute badges and patches

Very protective of you – your very cute and so very sweet and he doesn’t want anyone to take advantage of that fact

Will sometimes just randomly send you a song or a meme that reminded him of you

Points at small things and says, “is this you?” - you in turn point at tall things and say the same thing

You bought him flowers and chocolates once and he almost malfunctioned – “I saw these flowers Choso and thought of you! Aren’t they beautiful?” - so you made it your personal goal to bring him flowers and chocolate at least once a month

He has absolutely mixed an energy drink and coffee together at one point much to your confusion + panic

Has a slight coffee problem

He’s usually the first to wake up so will make you both breakfast

Will use you as a pillow to nap on - Choso doesn’t care where or when if he’s tired and your lap or shoulder is open then its free real estate

NSFW:

First and foremost! Man’s positively packing

He’s one of those where you have absolutely no expectations going into sex but afterwards...oh boy! He’s changed the game and you can’t picture anybody else but him

Will get horny over you just wearing a hoodie or t-shirt of his with only your underwear on underneath - But then again, he’s just horny on main for you anyway!

Spends a lot of time prepping you

Could spend hours between your thighs just to hear more of your cute noises

If you tug/grip his hair, then it gets him more riled up and he’ll just pick up the pace

Choso’s always happy to receive blowjobs especially since he gets to see your pretty little mouth wrapped so nicely around hic cock, big doe eyes dewy with a lust filled light f as you stare up at him from between his legs

Nice and vocal – lots of husky moans and breathless whispers – seriously Choso seems to get x10 louder

Lots of kissing - their very gentle, borderline feeling like butterfly kisses

Choso will leave hickies all up your thighs, breasts, and neck

When you leave hickies on him then he wears his with pride because his little cutie marked his skin so of course he’s gonna be happy about it

Will overstimulate you to a degree

Loves cockwarming – this man will just sit and do something else, nude as the day he was born while your sat a drooling mess on his cock

Can get really handsy with your breasts, hips + thighs and your butt

Loves your blissed-out face and cute moans

Will nuzzle and pant into your neck

Very gentle with aftercare - he gets even more affectionate with you, lots of gentle hugging, tracing shapes on your skin and placing small kisses on your lips

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sword-brainrot · 3 years

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HOMIE YOU AND YOUR WRITING NEVER FAIL TO LIGHT UP MY LIFEEEEEEEEEE. now since my bday is coming up, may i have some headcanons about how izuminokami, mutsunokami, and uh....(spins wheel) honebami all celebrate their saniwa's/s/o's bday? seperate pls. tHANK YOU

OMG! YOUR BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP?? HAPPY (early) BIRTHDAY!!! These swords will try to make your bday extra special and I will try my best to make the headcanons extra special! I hope your bday is amazing and filled with plenty of love ^^ Just going to let you know now, all the swords have no idea what a birthday is until you explain it to them. They don't have a birthday of their own and their masters didn't celebrate their birthdays by the time they got them as a sword.

Izuminokami, Mutsunokami, and Honebami celebrating S/O birthday (GN!Reader)

♡ As soon as Izuminokami learns about birthdays, he asks you when yours is. He wants to make sure he doesn't forget! He writes it down someplace (and gives it to Horikawa to remind him cough) so he can remind himself every month and plan when it gets close!

♡ Expect a lot of very not subtle questions about your past birthdays and the things you like. Some questions even going as far as; "If you could possibly get a gift from a really handsome sword, what would you want?"

♡ He has... a blather mouth. He has a hard time keeping a secret from you. He is aware of it too! If you start asking him questions in return of why he is asking, he will instantly tense up and become flustered. Constantly tripping over his words in trying to think of an excuse. He may also just run... That is also a big possibility.

♡ The day of your birthday, you will wake up in your bed alone. It happens sometimes in the past if Izuminokami has an early morning mission he has to leave for, but normally he wakes you up to tell you he is leaving and give you a kiss goodbye. It is very unlikely for him to leave before you wake up and without a single word.

♡ Right away you will know something is up.

♡ As you continue you on with your morning routine, you will take yourself to the kitchen to get some food and drink. There are a few swords that normally take turns with kitchen duty so you expect to see one of them (Kasen, Azuki, Chiyoganemaru, Kuwana, Nikkou, or Mitsutada)

♡ However, instead you will see someone entirely different. There, struggling to crack eggs into a bowl without the shells, will be Izuminokami. His hair will be pulled back in a tight ponytail and adorn on him will be a pink apron... A little too small for how tall he is. His face pull of concentration as Horikawa cheers him on and tries to help him.

♡ He almost doesn't notice you until you let out a small snicker at the sight you see. His expression will quickly change from total focus to total surprise. Probably dropping the egg in the process as his face lights up like a Christmas tree.

Izuminokami: H-Hey! You're not suppose to be awake yet!! Horikawa: Well you have messed up quite a bit, Kane-san. I'm not too surprise they are awake by now... Izuminokami: S-Shut it, Kunihiro!

♡ It is very clear that Izuminokami is the one that is mostly helping the cooking progress while Horikawa is the one actually cooking and getting stuff done. They are making (Your favorite breakfast food). From just the look of the kitchen... Izuminokami has messed up. A ton of times.

♡ After the meal is finally done, Izuminokami will bring it out to you and serve it with (your favorite flower) on the side.

♡ The messy apron finally off of him and he sits beside you, giving you a small kiss on the cheek.

♡ "Happy birthday, my beloved."

♡ The rest of the day goes the same as normal (minus the part of everyone wishing you happy birthday and giving you gifts throughout the day when they catch you). The only thing different is that Izuminokami makes sure that today is your special day and you don't have to work. No paperwork for you! It's your day and you deserve to enjoy it!

♡ Izuminokami is around you for most of the day but doesn't want to crowd you because he knows you have a lot of swords lining up to give you gifts.

♡ He doesn't give you a gift. Not until much later.

♡ The sun has already fell and the both of you are getting ready for bed. Once you are climbed into the bed, Izuminokami leaves and comes back with a small box. He sits next to you and tells you to open it.

♡ When you open it up, you will find half a heart. Pulling it out, you will realize that it's a necklace with a blue gem at the top and Kane-san inscribed onto it (because no way is Izuminokami going to fit on there).

♡ As you look over, you will see that Izuminokami pulls out the necklace from under his shirt that has your name and your (favorite color) gem also on it. He had been wearing it the whole day.

♡ "I know it's hard to forget this handsome face but I wanted to give you something where we are always together. No matter how long we are apart. I know I can be dumb and reckless at times, but you keep me grounded and loved. I don't ever want to lose that. I want to spend many more birthdays with you and always keep you close to my heart. Happy birthday, Y/N."

♡ Once Mutsunokami finds out about birthdays and that your birthday was coming up, he starts planning! He wants to make the day super special and gets everyone involved to do that for you.

♡ Mutsunokami has always been the type of person that takes a bunch of photos with the camera you bought for him. He loves it so much. His gun and camera are his babies. So it is no surprise whenever he pulls it out and takes pictures of the two of you. Those are his favorite photos.

♡ Mutsunokami also has a little bit of a loud mouth. He will often let it slip about his plans and isn't good at covering it up. He will let it slip and instantly cover his mouth, letting you know it was something important and you weren't suppose to know yet.

♡ Though most of his plan is secretive! It's just... Not a big surprise that he has something planned for your birthday.

♡ The day starts off normal. You awaken in Mutsunokami's arms as he holds you close to his chest. For once, Mutsunokami isn't still passed out and you have to slither yourself out of his grasp. This morning, he is awake. He is smiling down at you as he whispers a faint "Happy Birthday" and giving your forehead a soft kiss.

♡ Your day starts off normal... Well, until you get to the kitchen and see that the citadel is empty. The both of you don't run into any swords and there is only two plates of hot food that await you both.

♡ Like always, Mutsunokami shovels all the food down in a fast pace like it is nothing big. This time, not waiting for you to finish your meal. Instead he gives you a quick peck on the cheek and tells you that he has to go do something and that he will be back later. Leaving you alone.

♡ The whole citadel is quiet as you finish your meal and take care of the few dishes that accumulated after the two of you ate.

♡ It is only when you leave the kitchen and go to the back do you see it.

♡ In the back are stands everywhere. All the swords that weren't there, now stand before you and in front of the festival they put together for you. All of them popping confetti and Mutsunokami coming out with your favorite type of cake in hand, a few candles on top.

♡ Everyone begins to sing happy birthday and awaits for you to blow out the candles.

♡ The whole citadel came together to make a festival with many games for you and the rest of the swords to enjoy together. Mutsunokami with a camera around his chest, taking pictures of the best moments he can capture.

♡ You spend your birthday playing all the games they put together; Goldfish scooping, Yo-yo fishing, Gun-shooting, Super ball scooping, and many more!

♡ Some stands have masks and others are food that swords made that they remember their master(s) loving.

♡ There is even a big performance at the end with all the Awataguchi swords (minus Onimaru. No way you are getting Onimaru to sing and dance)! The show ends with fireworks and Mutsunokami by your side.

♡ It is when the day calms down and everyone is cleaning up, that Mutsunokami takes you to the side. He helps you up onto the roof where you two can relax and look at the stars. He gently holds your hand as he hands over a decent size box with wrapping.

♡ Inside is a photo album of pictures of all the swords in the citadel when they first arrived, as well as moments of them hanging out with you. There is many pictures of the two of you together.

♡ The very last picture is the two of you kissing with the small caption; "The only person I want to seize the world with."

♡ Under the writing is a necklace with a locket. In the locket is the same picture so you can keep it with you at all times.

♡ "You brought me to life, aruji (master). For that, I will forever be grateful. You have taught me so much about the world and let me see so much. The thing I am most grateful for is being taught how to love. Everyday I learn something new about you and everyday I smile. I want to keep learning about the world and you. So this is my gift to you. A happy birthday now and many more happy birthdays in the future."

♡ Honebami asks many questions when he first learns of birthdays. This boy is very confused by the whole concept. He is willing the learn everything about it, though!

♡ Unlike Mutsunokami and Izuminokami, Honebami is very good at keeping secrets. So It will feel like he has forgotten about your birthday for a while. But he would never. He even wrote it down in his special journal to make sure he always remembers it.

♡ Honebami is actually quite good at planning without you knowing. He will still be around you the normal amount but will somehow be getting stuff done in preparation for your day.

♡ The day of your birthday, you wake up to the smell of fresh food. As you open your eyes, you see none other than Honebami. Normally he is already out of bed and doing the things he need to for the day. Very rarely waiting until you wake up. However, this time is different. Instead he is standing there with a tray in hand and some hot food on top.

♡ "Happy Birthday.."

♡ The second half more quiet as his cheeks start to burn and he looks down so his bangs hides his face from you.

♡ You enjoy your meal in bed with Honebami by your side, making sure he is taking care of you so you don't have to lift a finger.

♡ After you finish your meal, he takes the tray away to go clean. It is then when his brothers come in, wishing you a happy birthday. The little ones jumping on you and giving you hugs. They all give you cards and one big gift.

♡ In the big gift is a (favorite color) saddle!

♡ Once Honebami returns, you all go out into the barn to see an Anglo-Arabian horse. They all chipped in money to get you your very own horse to name. It is yours so they will never take it out to battle and you can spend time with them whenever you want. The little swords are all hopping around in excitement when they show you their big present to you.

♡ The rest of the day is pretty quiet. Some happy birthdays here and there, some cards and presents. Honebami steals you away around midday from everyone and offers to teach you horseback riding. If you already know, he offers for the both of you to go riding together.

♡ Honebami isn't the best at horseback riding. He is pretty fast on his own but he does know how to ride!

♡ If you are too scared to ride by yourself, he will ride on your horse with you. The stroll in the forest is just filled with you and him. It is mostly silent besides the birds chirping and the horse's soft sounds.

♡ He will ride out to an opening, where the pond is crystal blue, to rest. As the two sit by the shore, he will pull out a journal just for you. It will be a brown journal.

♡ Inside will be a letter to you every day he has known you. In it will be him describing everything he loves about you. Your eyes, your hair, the way you smile, the way you look when you first awake, the soft hugs you give that make him feel so secure, your voice, your kindness, the moment he realized he fell in love with you and knew you'd be the only one for him.

♡ It's everything he could never say in words.

♡ The very last page was written just the night before. His hand now entwined with yours as you read.

♡ "You are probably very well aware of how it's hard for me to expression feelings and emotions to you verbally. Yet you still love me even though I struggle in showing you in return how much I love you. I cherish that so much about you. This journal is something I have been working on for a long while. Anytime you went to sleep, I would say up and write. This is everything I have trouble saying to you. These are my feelings written down for you to read anytime you may doubt my devotion to you. You mean the world to me so... All I ask of you is to look at me one more time in this moment."

♡ As your head turns to him, you will be greeted with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes. "I love you, Y/N."

#Touken Ranbu #Touken Danshi #Tourabu #Touken Ranbu Heacanons #Touken Ranbu Imagines #Touken Ranbu x Reader #TKRB #TKRB Headcanons #TKRB Imagines #TKRB x Reader #Izuminokami Kanesada #Izuminokami Kanesada x Reader #Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki #Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki x Reader #Honebami Toushirou #Honebami Toushirou x Reader

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smallstoriesiwrite · 3 years

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The boy who learned to love

Reiner x reader modern AU!

A/N: yes i had this idea off of tik tok i don't know if anyone has done it yet here (and if they have please tag me i would love to read it!!!) But I posted my best friend to this song every time i get it because I love the bitch too much and it came to my idea what if reiner was posted to this song! so yes i'm writing this hopefully it dont turn out shitty!

Like always take care of my loves and drink water and remember to love yall selves !!!!

@lemlemss

( I suggest you play the song as soon as you see this because I timed it hopefully this goes well!)

No one Pov:

It was a peaceful day at the Braun Residency.

From Gabi and Falco laughing while playing video games with Udo and Zofia.

To The Galliard brothers getting along with Reiner and Bertolt.

Along with Annie , Peick and Y/n sitting on the couch quietly conversating.

Miss Braun was busy cooking along the side of the mothers of the growing Teenagers to Adults one last time before the dreadful day came of sending them all off to University. Knowing that would be in a couple months still broke these mothers' hearts knowing that their children weren't so little anymore.

quickly brushing her hands on the towl miss Braun made her way to the living room seeing the growing adults laughing and chatting.

softly smiling she tapped her son

“Reiner! Tell y/n to meet me upstairs real quick.'' Reiner's mother whispered to his ear.

while making her way upstairs

reiner got up from where he was sitting and made his way to y/n

“Hey Babe! my mom said she needed you upstairs.” reiner said softly

looking up you see reiner eyes soften and a small smile was seen

nodding you excuse yourself from Peick and Annie and headed upstairs

walking up stairs you see the hallway filled with pictures of Reiners childhood.

from his first award ceremony

to his first Awkward dance,

and Lastly his highschool Graduation photo with just him and his mom.

smiling you headed to the master bedroom and knock silently when you heard a soft “come in”

Y/n Pov:

opening the door I see Miss Braun sit on the edge of her bed.

“Reiner said you wanted to see me? is everything okaY” i said making my way to her

she smiled and held my hands softly and looked up to me with tears in her eyes

“I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for loving my son and being there for him when everything was at its worst. Reiner grew up hating love when his father left us. but my love wasn't even the start of the damage. Reiners' father engraved into our heads that Family was blood and that you didn't need anyone else. engraved us with hatred to anyone that wasn't him. but when he left us. it might have been the happiest day of my life.” she motioned me to sit on the bed with her and continued

“When he left it hurt Reiner. Gave him sadness but made him angry. Rage. Hatred. But y/n you got through those walls. when you come into his life and push through the walls of hatred , pain and fear. you showed my son that love isn't a good thing but actually is worth it. my son became happy and at peace with everyone. you my love, gave him access to an amazing group of Friends he considers family. You showed him that family isn't always blood. but family is the people who cared and loved you when you couldn't love yourself. and the day he brought you home as his first friend. I just knew you would be the one he ended up loving. And see, I was correct. He fell in love and god knows my boy is head over heels in love with you.” Smiling, I wiped her Tears from her eyes and held her cheek.

“loving your son makes me the happiest person in the world. and I wouldn't change it for the world.”

smiling she kissed my palm

and spoke

“Seeing you both go to the same university with scholarship makes me the happiest ever. you came into his world at the darkest and brought me my loving son back. Thank you. The reason I wanted you to come up here was to give you your early going away gift. I wanted to do this alone because I wanted to be a mother and daughter moment.”

standing up from the bed she walked to the dresser and pulled out a small box

“I can't really say in law yet. but i hope to be soon” she winked at me and sat down while handing me the box

“open it”

I carefully unwrapped the box to find a necklace locket.

I carefully opened it to see 3 pictures.

smiling i looked up with tears in my eyes

“Miss braun. you shouldn't have.”

“my dear, how many times do I have to tell you to call me mom. and my dear i bought this for you because i know the love you have for my son is more than i can ever imagine. It took me so long to get you for a going away gift when it hit me that you loved the locket necklace I wear with reiner and I took a photo with it. So I did some shopping and photo digging and i put those 3 photos in it. You and reiner first ever photo at the age of 11. Yalls senior dance photo and lastly a picture of you two kissing in graduation photos. I got the locket engraved with your initials and mine as well. so you can have a piece of me when you're far away.”

Before she can finish I engulf her in a hug.

“thank you”

“now let's not get all sad. Here let me help you put it on and head down stairs. knowing reiner he's going to be worried.” she said while helping me put on the necklace and ushered me down the stairs.

The night went on from laughing to singing to all of our friends and family sitting outside enjoying the starry night with the music very low in the back.

i was scrolling through my pictures while listening to Peick rant about her latest adventure when i see the picture of me and reiner laughing that Bet took on the night of our senior dance,

when suddenly an idea popped into my head

i went to instagram and went to my story and posted photos of reiner and i thought of our friendship to now. with Olivia's new song and tag him.

I am satisfied with the masterpiece I posted it.

When the post is finished I look to see reiners reaction.

Reiner was happily talking to Marcel when he looked down to check his phone.

Reiner Pov:

Mid conversation with Marcel I felt my phone buzz.

i looked at my phone and i can see it was a notification from Y/n from instagram,

I opened it and it led me to her story with photos of us.

i turned up the volume forgetting that my phone was connected to the speaker and i hear the song go

“Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created

With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred

God, I hope that you're happier today

'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay”

i looked up to see my family and friends with concerning looks due to the fact the song was on loop.

“here” i say handing my Phone to my mother and watch as my family and friends croud my phone

while i made my way to y/n

i hear in the back

“AWWWWWWW”

“okay this is actually cute what the hell.”

“Bert are you crying ?!”

“y/n did it like on the tiktok ones!!!”

“okay why is everyone crying now.”

i pulled y/n into a hug and a long kiss.

pulling away i looked at her

“the only reason i unlearn all that hatred was because of you. so thank you for coming into my life.”

“i love you y/n l/n”

“and i love you Reiner Braun”

#reiner braun #reiner x reader #olivia rodrigo #fluff #modern au #angsty #childhood friends

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Centuries Apart (Dhawan!Master x Reader)

Based on this lovely request for a Chameleon-Circuit-ed companion by @ateliefloresdaprimavera <3 [2.1k]

The Master could never explain the way he was drawn you. From first sight, it had been a fascination which you felt in yourself too. He wanted you with him, both of you excusing his weak excuses to spend time with you. At first it had seemed magnetic, possessive, that was the only type of connection that you had imagined him capable of. But soon you were living with him, watching as he sauntered around his TARDIS, insistent on impressing you with all of space and time. He was sweet and kind, when he wanted to be, and each time it surprised you.

Your undefined relationship was something strange, something unique and more than any earth terms could define. The lack of labels didn’t bother you. He never gave you time to worry about that, because you were enjoying yourself so much.

Spending time with him suddenly felt like all that mattered, as natural as breathing.

The early days had just been fun. The flirting, the planets, the adventures and the attention. Moreover, it had been surprisingly fulfilling for both of you. Then things had changed. Late night conversations had drifted towards the personal, the Master feeling more at ease with you than he had in centuries. With trust came casual fondness, caring for one another, confessions about Gallifrey, about his fears and your own and then finally it all felt so natural.

‘Adventures’ and ‘research’ and ‘conquests’ turned into ‘days out’ and ‘holidays’, then tentatively… ‘dates’.

It was all innocent, in a way which surprised you with this impossible man. In some ways, it felt like you’d known him forever.

Then he’d brought up the locket. Burnished silver which had hung around your neck for as long as you could remember, you had protected it through adventure after adventure, never letting it out of your sight.

“Where did you get it?” he’d asked one night, the pair of you exhausted and drunk on adrenaline, laying on adjacent TARDIS sofas.

One day you’d summon the courage to share, you knew he was waiting for you, for the day you’d lay down beside him instead of a few feet away. I’ll summon up the courage tomorrow, you’d told yourself a hundred times.

Absentmindedly you picked it from where it lay off centre on your clavicle, toying with the locket on its chain.

“I don’t remember,” you shrugged, “why?”

“You never take it off. I’ve bought you nicer jewellery, you just… don’t wear any of it. You never take that old locket off.”

You gave a laugh, and he smiled.

“Fine, I’ve stolen nicer for you. Answer the question,” he teased.

A few months ago it would’ve been too personal to ask about, but now there was nothing of your foggy memories he didn’t know. You always wanted to tell him more, but your life on earth just felt so… different. Like it wasn’t yours.

Still, you had no secrets anymore. You supposed.

“I just… I’ve always had it. I like it.”

“Can I see?”

With a shrug you reached to unfasten the clasp, finding your fingers trembling. Instead, you turned to face away from the Master, allowing him to reach up from his reclined position and undo the fastening, taking the necklace to inspect. You found yourself getting strangely nervous as he pulled the chain between his fingers, playing with it. You swallowed the irrational feeling.

This was the Master. You could trust him.

“I wonder how old it is?” you pondered, and he smiled.

“Not old, but I don’t think it is from earth, which is…” he frowned suddenly, “curious.”

You frowned too, as his finger slid along the clasp.

“I don’t think it opens – ” you began.

You would know, surely, if it opened. How could you not? You’d had it for years, your whole time with the Master and on earth, surely you’d –

The Master’s thumb slid easily along the edge of the locket, cracking it open as he inspected the intriguing metal with his bottom lip between his teeth.

Then everything went blinding gold.

Everything burned. Your whole body, as you gasped for air on the Master’s sofa. The pulsing of the TARDIS and the Master’s fear were bombarding your mind, making your own fear rise as you could hear the Master’s high-speed train of concerned thoughts projected unprotected into your mind.

As you grew more and more frantic in your own telepathic thoughts, he stopped projecting, apparently unaware you’d been able to hear.

“Darling?”

His voice came into your mind and your ears milliseconds apart, but you could tell, even in the void of the Time Vortex where the ship rested.

The string of Gallifreyan which left your mouth felt strange, muscles unused for decades. How long had you been flung on earth? Who had left you there? The Doctor? You remembered a stolen ship, and an eccentric scarf and screaming for a Koschei as the bright light of regeneration energy had been snatched from you into a petite necklace. And after the Doctor had hung it around your neck he’d thrust you into a life you didn’t recognise and left you. And –

The Master’s deep brown eyes were watery, impossibly wide as he stared down at you.

It was like he was seeing you for the first time, taking in your every feature as if he was committing it to memory.

Without making eye contact, he pressed one hand to your wrist, delicately finding your pulse point and holding his breath. You could feel it yourself – what he was looking for.

That unmistakable double heartbeat.

You could feel it in your own chest, as your body painfully shifted into place, numbed a little by adrenaline. Your newly strengthened senses took in so much that you couldn’t focus on a single thing, overwhelmed. Though an overture of the warmth of his fingers and the smell of his sweat still managed to permeate through the haze.

“Who are you?” he breathed.

Another string of unfamiliar Gallifreyan rushed from your mouth before you could think a word in English, and the Master’s eyes shone with tears, his breath hitching.

There was only one emotion bombarded towards you, along with the TARDIS’ noisy stream of consciousness, and that was hope. From the ship and her Timelord.

Hope.

“It can’t be you,” he seemed to be begging, refusing to let his hearts be broken by an imposter or a mistake.

You could feel his fears, in plain and simple Gallifreyan in your head.

It’s me, you projected back.

Then, your fake childhood was replaced with a real one.

It flashed across your mind, a flipbook of memories. Hours in the academy with Koschei and Theta, stolen glances at the former and raucus fun with the latter, your friendship with them growing and maturing and straining and then –

“You thought I was dead?” you realised.

“Of course I did,” he breathed, suddenly crouched by your side, his couch now a hospital bed as he seemed to beg for this to be real. “I’d… I thought I’d never see you again.”

“How long was I on earth?”

You looked around for the discarded locket, like it might offer you answers, but it was in the Master’s hands. He pulled it to his lips with a gentle reverence, and you wondered if he could somehow tell how old the Chameleon Circuit was from its cool metal against his lisps.

He just shook his head.

“How old are you?” you asked, and the Master smiled wryly.

“I don’t remember,” he admitted, “so much has happened since you…”

The word died lingered on his tongue, but found its way into your mind. His telepathic barriers were so unused, you hated to think how long he’d been alone.

“This is my second body,” you realised, and he smiled indulgently.

“I’ve had far more than that, dear.”

There was an ancientness, a sadness, in his eyes that you couldn’t remember from your childhood. It was forever ago for him now, you supposed. Gallifrey was gone. Your home was gone, you realised numbly. The Master seemed to hear your projected thoughts, his face falling, making you want to reach out and stroke his cheek until you could rouse a smile.

You longed for the strength to sit up, but you knew your body couldn’t take it. It was still bubbling, fizzing, settling, as regeneration energy coursed through you.

“How did you get here?” he whispered, “How did you die?”

“The Time War, I crashed, trying to – trying to run. Towards the Doctor. He… he saw the opportunity. Let his TARDIS spit me out here with a new identity. As a human. It is over?”

“The Time War?”

You nodded, fighting to keep the tears at bay, so many new thoughts battering your mind that it seemed ridiculous to be talking about the Time War as you woke up in your new body. It was regeneration sickness dialled up to 100, your consciousness slipping as a million new senses bombarded you.

“I… I think I told you. It’s all over…”

“Rassilion!” You realised, “When you told me that – ”

You stopped talking at the surge of pain which flowed from the Master at the mere mention of that name. He’d told you so many stories which you had never fully understood as a human, and now it was all flowing back into place. Your head ached, all the new stimulus and memories fighting for your attention, even as all you wanted to do was talk to the Master.

What were you now, you and him? Your childhood of longing to be near him, of treasuring every moment of your friendship, and now it was just you and him and the Doctor. The only survivors.

And you weren’t sure you could ever face the Doctor again. Not after they had forced you into humanity without your consent, in a fresh regeneration had never had the time to come to terms with.

“You need to sleep,” the Master soothed, feeling the beginnings of a panic attack as your thoughts spiralled, leaking from your mind to his.

“I’m… regeneration sickness… is it bad?”

It was covered at the academy, though it was academized and smoothed over, the information becoming useless. It had seemed so alien then, when you were young and stupid and arrogant. You remembered Theta saying he’d make each body last millennia, and Koschei had made fun of him for it. You certainly couldn’t remember any those classes now, so long ago and buried beneath memories of your friends joking around.

A sharp pain brought you back to the present, the Master wincing as you writhed on the sofa.

“It’s not fun,” the Master confessed, his warm hand smoothing your furrowed brow, “especially the first time, but you’ll be okay. I’ll look after you.”

“I know you will,” you smiled, curling up, watching as his face disappeared.

When you woke up on the couch, you were covered by the rich silk of your own bedsheets. The Master was mere feet away, a cup of tea in each of his hands.

“Morning,” he smiled, “you were out for days.”

You sat up, pulling the sheets around you. You couldn’t feel the cold, not in the way you had as a human, but the safety of the sheets was nice. You took the tea, stifling a cry as the hot cup burnt your skin, and the Master muttered an apology as you took it more carefully.

“Fresh skin,” he smiled sympathetically, “always tender.”

He sat beside you, careful not to hurt you or make you spill the tea, closer than he had when you were human. You noted it, even as your body felt like it was molten inside, how his hip pressed against yours through layers and layers of clothing and fabric.

“How do you feel?”

“Alright, weird, but good,” you smiled, and he gave an understanding nod.

He’d been through this plenty of times, and the thought broke your heart a little. How much had he done, lived through, endured, between the young man you’d left during the Time War and the version of him who sat beside you.

You let yourself relax a little, your body still sapped of energy from regeneration. You were starving, but you let yourself enjoy the moment for just a second. Food could wait. Your shoulder sagged against his, and he hummed contentedly at the contact.

“What should I call you?” you asked, blowing steam off your drink.

“What do you mean?”

“Master?”

“Oh! Koschei, please,” his voice dropped, both in volume and pitch, and you felt a sudden seriousness in his tone, “Koschei.”

A silence fell over the room, the comforting repetitive pulse of the TARDIS even more comforting now than it had been when you were human.

Back when he’d invited you on-board.

You weren’t who you thought you were, and you weren’t the person he had thought. The stories you’d told him weren’t you. The childhood you’d remembered wasn’t yours.

His hip pressed into yours, his body feeling warm now your body temperature had dropped.

You watched as he took a sip of his drink, before glancing over to you, a smile on his lips.

“Are you disappointed?” You asked.

His smile dropped. You felt suddenly vulnerable as he turned to properly face you, his eye contact unavoidable as he searched your face for answers you weren’t sure you had.

“You'll need to expand further than that, love.”

You gulped.

“That I'm not her, the human – ”

His eyes were so serious, flickering from your lips to your eyes, his body curled towards you, almost smothering you.

“But you are.”

“I’m not –”

“I can’t lose you,” he blurted out suddenly, “not again. You’re… it almost killed me, the first time. No one knew where you were. The Doctor said you were… gone.”

“That bad?” you tried to joke, but you couldn’t keep it up.

His face fell.

“I spent centuries… and every dream, through everything… all I could think about was that I should’ve told you how I felt.”

“Centuries?” you whispered.

“Centuries.”

He wrapped an arm across you, getting closer still, and you searched his eyes.

There was so much unsaid. So much to figure out and discuss, but you knew it wouldn’t change your relationship. Neither of you were leaving the other.

“And now?” you asked.

“I’d still mean it.”

Burrowing your face against him, you could hear the thrum of his hearts, feel how much he meant it in your mind.

“What would you tell me?” you asked tentatively.

You could hear it in your mind, the word, the emotion. He smiled as you read his thoughts.

“That you’re staying. And that I… I loved you. Still do, I suppose.”

He cleared his throat.

“‘Love’ isn’t strong enough, not for people like us,” he told you, looking away while his words sent an ache through your hearts.

You smiled, but he wasn’t joking. Instead his deep eyes flickered to your lips, moving closer to cup your jaw. You could feel the drowsiness of regeneration sickness pulling at your mind, the uneasiness of your newly regained time senses. Mostly, you could feel the draw of his mind and body, after so long apart.

“Do you… do you want to stay?” he asked nervously.

Suddenly teary-eyed, you couldn’t help a watery laugh, nodding furiously and feeling his fingers bumping against your jaw, his smile matching yours. Your locket was still wrapped around his fingers, and as your eyes landed on the chain, he untangled it. The metal glinted before he fastened it around your neck, resting it back in that familiar spot, the fastener broken open.

“I’ll get you a new one,” he smiled apologetically, but you shook your head.

“Don’t,” you told him, “I want to keep it as it is.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please, Koschei.”

#dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master #fic #13atoms #request #sorry if this isnt fluffy enough haha #its been A Week yknow

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The Sister Becomes Known || A Trent Sawyer One-Shot

this is a continuation of these two stories written by @bravo-four-seal-team and I!

cowritten with @bravo-four-seal-team and @galaxysanduniversesinmymind (bless you for helping me with Brock)

Summary: Trent receives an email from his sister who he hasn’t spoken to in 5 years. Is he ready to forgive her, and what does she mean by “Amelia was right?”

A/N: This contains Two OCs: Amelia Carter, my OC who is in a relationship with Trent; and Ashley, @bravo-four-seal-team’s OC who is Trent’s sister. This is in the same universe of my Full Metal and Trent Sawyer series, and is set slightly before the pilot episode. this got very long and very dramatic, so apologies!

TW: arguments, mentions of torture, mentions of death, implied sexual activity (very brief, like maybe two to three sentences), implied alcohol consumption, hangover, brief mention of nausea, brief mention of vomiting.

Word count: 3,000

Taglist: @twentydavid @a-kate3 @rebelwrites @thegirlwhoisalwayswriting @supervalcsi @jayhalsteadfan-2417 @mrsmarvelous1995 @chibsytelford @velvetcardiganbucky @itsonautopilot @pinkrockstar19 @galaxysanduniversesinmymind @softi92 @abby-splace

Sometimes, Trent really hated his internal alarm clock.

Amelia was fast asleep, cuddled up into his side, with her head and right arm on his chest. He still couldn’t believe that she could sleep all night like that, if it wouldn’t disturb her he would toss and turn every which way during the night. He’s gotta admit, though, he sleeps better when she’s here. He lifts his head off the pillow and looks at the alarm clock: 5:05 AM. Of course it is.

He slowly and very, very carefully tries and untangles himself from the literal sleeping cuddle monster he happened to fall in love with, putting her head on a pillow to try and mimic his chest, found his shorts they threw on the ground and tiptoed downstairs to start some coffee.

Turning the light on, he definitely didn’t expect to see a creature laid out on his couch. He let out a quiet gasp, his hand immediately going to his chest, then squinting to see if he could tell who it was from where he stood.

He took a couple of steps forward, before realizing it was Brock, a nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels still in his hand. He sighs and shakes his head, he can’t even get one night without one of his brothers ending up on his couch. Though, at least Brock didn’t walk in on them yet again, so he’ll take it. He grabs the bottle from Brock’s hand, careful not to wake him, and puts it in the trash. He then starts his coffee, when he hears a soft ding from his computer in his office. Making a mental note to check that, he finishes making the jet fuel, as Ames called it, when he felt a set of hands wrap around his waist, her head leaning against him.

“Did I wake you?” Trent asked quietly, careful not to wake the tall man drunkenly passed out in his living room. All the feels in response is her head nodding against his back. He reaches into the cabinet and pulls out two mugs, putting coffee in both, before he finally feels her arms leave his waist as he turns to hand her the cup. Amelia sleepily nods a thank you, and he finally realizes all she’s in is his t-shirt.

“Might want to go put shorts or something on, love. Had a late-night visitor,” Trent mentioned, motioning towards Brock with his head. She sighed and wiped the sleep from her eyes while nodding, mumbled something that he swore was “shower” and walked upstairs.

Trent, finally remembering the notification sound his computer had made, made his way into his home office, where his computer, bookshelves, and medkits are stored. He lightly taps the Yoda bobblehead on his desk causing the head to shake, before sitting in his chair. He lightly chuckles, checking the notification that he’s received an email. When he opens it up, he instantly freezes.

Ashley?

He feels his entire body fill up with anxiety, shaking his head at the subject line: “Surprise Bitch I lived. (plz open this)”. He would have laughed if this wasn’t the first time he’s heard from her in... what, five years?

He quickly opens the email, reading it in its entirety. He couldn’t believe that she reached out to him at all, let alone to apologize. He keeps rereading it, trying to make sure his eyes weren’t fooling him until his brain finally catches up and realizes that his baby sister was on the same base with him a couple of months ago, and he didn’t even see her.

Wait.

He rereads one more time, and she keeps saying “Amelia was right.” His Amelia? There was no way, he thought, trying to suspend the belief that his girlfriend of almost three years would have met his sister, talked to her, and didn’t tell him.

There’s no way, right?

“Looks like you’re dating again as well, she seems nice (Let her know she was right, honestly, I am not happy about her being right.). You seem super happy which is good to see.” The sentence is one he keeps replaying in his mind. Why wouldn’t she tell him she met his sister? Granted, he doesn’t talk about that fight or what had happened, bad memories full of angry words and regret, but Amelia, a woman who prides herself on being honest and trustworthy, should have never kept this from him.

“Whatcha readin’ sailor?” Amelia says, leaning on the entrance door frame, a piping hot cup of coffee in her hand. God if he wasn’t starting to get angry with her he would be awestruck about how pretty she is, even with her hair up in a towel and no makeup on. Focus Trent, he mentally reminds himself before asking her to come over and read it for herself.

He sits there, feeling her read over his shoulder, before turning to look at her as she realizes what the email said and sees her eyes widen. He can feel the anger rise in his body, as well as the confusion that she would hide this from him.

“Trent, I-”, she starts, but he shakes his head as if to tell her to not start with any excuses.

“Why?” Trent asks, trying to keep his voice quiet so as to not wake up Brock. God knows he doesn’t need his brother knowing about his troubles more than he already does.

“I was going to tell you.” She quietly answers him, her hand instantly reaching up to where her locket usually is. She forgot to put it back on, though, so her hand fins the collar of her shirt and starts to pull on it.

“You should have told me the day it happened, Amelia. This is family we’re talking about,” Trent huffed, leaning forward in his chair. Amelia has since decided to lean against the desk, facing the wall as one hand was wrapped around herself, and the other still on her shirt collar.

“You were deploying the next day, Trent. I wasn’t going to drop the bomb on you that your sister showed up unannounced at my apartment right before you deployed.”

“That’s not something you just keep to yourself, Amelia. Why the hell did she even go talk to you?”

“She wanted to know about us, our relationship. I wasn’t about to tell you something like that and then you go get yourself killed because of it. No way in hell, Trent.” She shook her head and closed her eyes as if trying to erase the thought from her mind.

“For god’s sake, Ames, how many times do we have to have this conversation. I can handle myself in the field, it is not your job to protect me.” His left hand coming up to his face, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“That’s bullshit, Trent. There’s always going to be things I’ll take off the table of discussion until I know you’re home, safe. I won’t be able to handle being the reason you’re coming home in a body bag.”

“It’s my job to compartmentalize things, focus on the tasks at hand. I can handle it, Amelia, I’m not a damn kid.”

“Trent, I never said you were!” Amelia threw her hands in the air, wishing this was a non-issue.

“Then stop treating me like one. You and I both know I had the right to know that she showed up. Why did you even let her in? She could have killed you!”

“She wasn’t going to kill me! She showed me a picture of you two when you were younger, you two have the same eyes, and I didn’t have a reason to believe she wasn’t being anything but truthful.”

“You don’t know that, Amelia. She’s a stranger to you.”

“And apparently to you, too, since you didn’t recognize her on base or during missions, Trent.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He sat up straight, boring his eyes into hers, looking for anything that gives away what she was talking about.

“She told me her unit was backup for you on a couple of missions, that she saw you a couple of times on base and you didn’t recognize her. What kind of brother does that, hmm?”

“You better be joking, Ames.”

“Yeah, because that’s definitely something I would joke about. God, do you even realize what you just asked me?” Amelia asked sarcastically, sick of him and sick of this argument.

“Right now I’m not even sure if I know you as well as I thought I did. You and I both know this isn’t something I take lightly, you should have told me when it happened.”

“When, Trenton? When you were on base, in back-to-back training exercises, packing your cage up for deployment? Or how about when you came home and you were packing what you needed from here? Oh, I know, I should have told you when we were saying goodbye here, because you didn’t want me to see you off on the tarmac.” Her voice was loud and full of rage, still annoyed about him asking her to stay away from the tarmac.

“Yeah, literally any of those instances would have worked.” He nodded.

“Good to know you both share a stubborn streak.” She sighed, putting her head in her hands.

“You act like I don’t have the right to know, Amelia!”

"For fucks sake, Trent. I was going to tell you when you got home, and you were back in your routine. Didn't expect you to get spun-up as early as you did, and I sure as hell didn't expect Nate to die when you did get spun-up." Amelia seethed, and Trent’s heart broke at the mention of his fallen brother.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare bring him into this. It’s been four fucking days, Amelia. Using him as an excuse is a low-blow and you know it.” Trent says with a warning edge in his voice. He was trying not to yell, but bringing Nate up pushed him over the edge.

“I’m not using him as a fucking excuse, you asshole, it’s the truth. I’m not going to apologize for doing what I believe was right.”

Brock is slammed into awareness by two things. One, a pounding headache that feels like a bulldozer is trying to break his skull. Two, yelling, only slightly muffled by a wall. His hand clenches around empty space where he could have sworn the bottle of Jack Daniels was, and he cracks open his eyes. The sight before him isn’t his apartment, and if he had to guess, he’d say it was Trent’s. He usually crashes at Trent’s after a long night. That doesn’t explain why Trent, and who he assumes is that lady he has around all the time, were yelling, though. He’s told them her name before, Brock vaguely remembers, but it escapes him. Anyways, she was pretty used to various Bravo members crashing at Trent’s place. He began slowly pulling himself to his feet, feet unsteadily settling on the floor. He needed a glass of water and some painkillers, but first, he needed that incessant yelling to stop. He stumbles towards Trent’s study, occasionally stopping to regain balance. When he arrives at the door, he sees Trent in his chair, his computer displaying something, and the woman, god what was her name, standing over Trent, arms crossed. Both of them, without a doubt, look pissed. Trent opens his mouth for what Brock is sure to be a scathing remark, but Brock speaks first.

“Hi. Don’t know why you’re yelling at each other, but could you calm down? It’s not good for the hangover.” He watched bleary-eyed as both Trent and the lady snapped their heads toward them. Her gaze softened, and she seemed to calm down a bit, meanwhile, Trent looked just as pissed as he did a few seconds ago.

“Fuck off, Brock. Why were you on my couch anyway?” Trent snapped, but he immediately wished he didn’t when a) he heard himself, and b) when he saw the glare Amelia shot at him. He’s only ever seen her give that look to Full Metal, and he’s started to see why Metal was afraid of his sister when she was angry. A deep wave of hurt crossed Brock’s face, as he flinched back and started losing his balance, gripping the door frame for support.

“C’mon, Brock, let’s put you in the guest bedroom. I’ll bring you some Tylenol and a glass of water up in a minute, okay?” Amelia gently ordered him, putting the much taller man’s arm over her shoulders, guiding him to the bottom of the stairs.

“Yes, uh, I’m sorry, what’s your name again?” Brock muttered, thankful someone was being nice to him since Trent was being an ass. The lady under his arm walked him carefully up the stairs, giving him a polite smile of encouragement every time he felt like he was going to fall over.

“My name is Amelia. Not sure if Trent ever introduced us properly,” She supplied, leading him through the bedroom door and onto the bed. He welcomed the softness of the sheets and duvet, though the movement caused his stomach to turn. Before he could reply to Amelia, though, she was already out the door. She returned a few minutes later, with a trash can she stole from the guest bathroom, and the Tylenol and water as promised.

“Here, take these,” she instructed while plopping them into his hand, “and if you get sick here’s something to throw up in. Sorry we woke you.” He nodded in understanding, and she quietly left the room.

She went back downstairs, walking into the office where she had left her boyfriend. She was seeing red at this point. Amelia understood he was hurt and upset with her, but snapping at Brock, who didn’t do anything? Out of the question. He could yell at her all he wanted, but they were all still reeling from Nate’s death and like hell would she let him take that out on some of the very few people he could trust with everything. She stopped, leaning against the door frame, trying to compose herself before she said something she regretted.

“I understand you’re hurt that I wanted to wait and tell you your sister reached out to me, but how you acted just now was out of line.” She started, before taking a deep breath.

“Amelia, I-”

“No.” She interrupted him, shaking her head feverishly, “Do not interrupt me, do not even think about trying to backpedal. I understand you being hurt by what I did, and hell you’re probably more pissed now than I have ever seen you, but don’t you dare take that out on him. I can take whatever yelling you want to throw at me, but you aren’t angry at Brock, so don’t treat him like shit for coming to his friends when he was drunk and alone. As you said before, Nate died four days ago, I’m surprised it’s only him on your couch. He needs his friend, his brother, so when he wakes up, you’re going to apologize to him. I’m going home, we both need to cool down and I can’t do that looking at your stupid face,” She finishes and turns around to leave the house before he could get a word in edgewise.

He quickly gets up, moving across the room and reaching her faster than she’d like. He grabs her hand, and she turns around to yell at him again until she sees the look on his face. He nods, takes a deep breath, and starts to speak.

“I’m sorry for losing my temper at Brock. I know he wasn’t the problem, I regretted it as soon as I said it. I’m still really angry, and hurt, but don’t go to your apartment. We can’t talk through this if you leave, and I definitely don’t want this hanging over our heads, not with everything else going on.” He was holding both of her hands now, looking into her eyes to see if anything he just said had its intended impact.

“Fine, but I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. I’m sorry that my actions, while they were made with good intentions, hurt you. It’s going to take me a minute to calm down fully, okay? I’m serious, though, I know you’re hurting, especially after Nate, but that’s no way to talk to your brother, who is also hurting. You owe him, probably a lot of beer.” That last line got him to smile, even just a tiny bit, which Amelia considered a win.

“Yes ma’am. Now, breakfast?”

“Yes, please! While you cook it or go get it, whichever is fine with me, we can come up with what you want to say when you reply to the email,” Amelia suggested, being led by Trent into the kitchen. She jumps up to sit on the counter, while he goes and looks in the fridge.

“Who says I’m going to reply?” He says, grabbing the ingredients he needs before shutting the door, turning to look at Amelia, her eyebrows raised.

“I’m sorry, we didn’t just get through fighting for over an hour just for you not to reply to your sister. She took the first step, T. At least reply to her, even if you don’t want to forgive her. Don’t see that happening, though, you were too pissed at the thought of not talking to her 3-4 months ago to not want to try,” Amelia reasoned, hoping this didn’t reignite the fire.

“I hate when you’re right, y’know that? Oh, and by the way,” He turned to look at her, smirking ever so slightly.

“Yeah?”

“My full name is Trent, not Trenton.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me we’ve been together for how many years and I’m just now finding that out?”

“Yep.”

“Well, shit.”

#this is the longest single story i have wrote on this blog #trent sawyer #brock reynolds #seal team #series

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totallytododeku · 4 years

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Crunchimation - Todoroki x reader

> Todoroki and his s/o go to the mall and the reader gets hit on by the cashier

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1400

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This week had dragged on for what felt like a month. Both Present Mic and All Might had given a your class tests today, and Aizawa had made you train extra hard. Finally, Friday had arrived, so right after school you and your boyfriend had walked to the local mall.

Since you had moved to the area to attend UA, you had never been to this particular mall. Shouto was showing you around while also shopping a bit for himself, but you didn't mind a few stops to get him socks or a new watchband. You two were even able to grab some soba at a noodle shop, which you ate as you walked. It was gone in less than five minutes.

You were enjoying yourself just being with him, when something caught your eye.

"Shouto! Look!" You grabbed the fabric of his sleeve in both your hands, bouncing up and down excitedly on your tippy-toes. "There's a Crunchimation at this mall! I have to go!"

He blinked, expressionless. "What's Crunchimation?"

You gasped quietly and immediately tugged him by his sleeve towards the wall, away from the congestion of mall-goers. "Crunchimation is my faaaavorite store! It's where I got most of my favorite anime merch! They carry a super cheap, SUPER high-quality line of collectable anime figurines!"

"...So it's like a otaku gift shop?"

"Not just figurines! They have some stuff for cosplay, too like wigs and accessories! Maybe they even have the new issue o-" you gasped again, eyes nearly popping out of your head. "Are those F/A plushies?!? No way!" You whipped around to look Todoroki in the eye, on the brink of tears. "I need to buy that stuffed F/C."

Todoroki raised an eyebrow, wordlessly reminding you of the shelves of anime merchandise you already had in your dorm.

Solemnly, you put a hand on your boyfriend's shoulder, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry, but I have to go buy that F/C. I must rescue it. " You raised your other hand in a heroic fist. "As a F/A fan, it is my sworn duty to support the franchise economically. Today, I will bring F/A Studios-" you glanced at the price on the toys in the display case "...nine dollars and ninety-nine cents closer to funding the next installment in the F/A series!"

Todoroki furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Wait a second, I know that anime, you watch it all the time. They're not making another seaso-"

"Of course they are! They've got to! " You cut him off mid-sentence. "You know what would be awesome? If they made it into an GAME. Oh, man, they're totally gonna make it into a gam-"

"They're not going to make it into a ga-" "Shouto! I know you're jealous of F/C, but I can't just leave them here! They need to come home with us! To be a part of our family!" You cracked a smile, your deadpan delivery begginning to fall apart. "We have to raise F/C, Shouto! No one is going to love and respect F/C as much as me!"

By now, he was chuckling along with you. "Hey, how does 'Todoroki F/C' sound?" you teased, giggling.

He rolled his eyes and gently pushed you in the direction of the store. "Go rescue F/C from Crunchimation, Y/N. I, uh, still have a bit more shopping to do, but I'll meet you back here in ten minutes." Todoroki smiled fondly at you as you flashed him a grin.

"Thanks, Shouto, I won't be long!"

You turned on your heel and skipped through the welcoming doorway to otaku heaven.

You were hit with the comforting scent of freshly printed manga, like that of Barnes and Noble. Shelves packed with new issues of tens of dozens of different manga: some series you've re-read three times, some series you were excited to try but never got around to, and some series you'd never even heard of.

"May I help you?" A deep voice cut through your musings.

"No, thank you, I'm just browsing this part of the store. I'm here for the stuffed F/C up front."

"Oh, you like F/C, too? He/She's my favorite character..." You glanced up at the tall, odd-looking boy in the Crunchimation uniform.

"You know, today we have a special offer..."

"F/C is a boy/girl."

He hummed in response, obviously not listening to you. His eyes had dropped from your face, shamelessly checking your body out. You cleared your throat, uncomfortable. His beady eyes snapped back up to yours.

"Oh, really?" you asked, not all that interested. You perused the rows of folded graphic tee's, settling on one with Totoro at the bus stop.

"Yeah," the boy drawled, "if you buy one of these shirts, you get a pair of socks for free."

You backed away from the t-shirt section, smiling awkwardly. "Oh, no, I only have enough money on me for the F/C doll, but thank you." You darted away without waiting for his answer. What a creep, you thought wrinkling your nose in disgust. He obviously hasn't seen F/A, either. You grabbed the first F/C you saw, eager to leave.

"Here." You placed the doll next to the cash register.

"Just this?"

"Yes, just that." You gritted you teeth in frustration.

"You know...You could always just take a shirt now, and...pay me back later. " Once again, he wasn't looking at your face. "Here, take these. I think they'd look great on you." He slid a flat, rectangular package across the counter.

Cautiously, you lifted the plastic-enclosed garment. It was a pair of lacy, thigh-high stockings, probably meant for some skimpy cosplay. A scantily-clad anime girl smirked up at you from the package.

"Look, I hav-"

"Excuse me, sir, but just what do you think you're doing talking to my s/o like that? In fact, you should never talk to anyone like that, you scumbag. You're disgusting and you should be ashamed." Todoroki slammed a ten dollar bill onto the counter. "I'll definitely be sending a scathing e-mail to your employer," he said coldly. With that, he grabbed your hand and the doll and strode out.

As soon as you reached a quieter area under the escalator, Todoroki turned to you. "Y/N, are you okay? What happened?" He grasped your shoulders gently and held you at arm's-length to search your face, then punctuated his question by pulling you into his arms.

"That guy was the only one in there and he was hitting on me really weirdly and I was really uncomfortable." You scrunched up your nose, leaning into his chest.

"Oh my god, Y/N, I'm so sorry! If I had just stayed with you, none of this ever would've happened!" Todoroki's angry voice contrasted his gentle embrace. "I should've been there to protect you," he growled.

"No, it wasn't anyone's fault. Neither of us should have to worry about that kind of thing!" You pulled back slightly to look up at your boyfriend. "I think you handled it very well, though."

He smiled softly. "I wish I'd just stayed with you, but I'm glad you're okay. We can go back to the dorms whenever you want, or we can keep shopping." He paused, reaching into one of his shopping bags. "I know it doesn't make up for leaving you for so long, but I thought you might like this. I actually had it made and just picked it up."

In his hand was a silver, heart-shaped locket. You gingerly picked it up and opened it. Inside was your favorite photo of you and Todoroki. The hinged side was inscribed with, "Love, Shouto".

You flung yourself into his arms, eyes stinging with tears. "Oh my god, Shouto, what the heck? It's beautiful, thank you so much, I love it! I love you!" Your voice cracked with emotion, making you both laugh.

"If you're going to cry, then we should definitely head back to the dorms." He gently took your hand, both of you heading towards the exit.

"Will you watch F/A in my bed with me?"

He paused, feigning irritation. "...Only if we can take a nap after."

You smiled to yourself, looking forward to the short walk back to the dorms and a quiet night in with your favorite anime - - and favorite person.

"Deal."

#i first posted this 2+ years ago but its not working anymore so im reposting #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #bnha #todoroki shoto x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #boku no hero academia #Todoroki fanfiction #request #Mha #my hero academia #my writing

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honouraryweasley12 · 3 years

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Breaking Point

A little slice of angst, the morning after Ron returns to the tent. Inspired by the first two lines of the song “Thugs” by The Tragically Hip.

Also available on FF.n

Ron woke up and took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with the familiar, slightly mildewy odour of the tent. He inhaled again, thrilled to be able to take in the stale scent once again.

He glanced around in awe of their ramshackle home. It was like his sense of belonging—that part of him that had been missing—had finally been renewed.

He spotted Harry's empty bed. The blankets had been thrown back; his friend had taken the first watch. Then, he looked at her.

Hermione was curled up in a ball, desperately clutching her blanket—rather his old blanket—around herself like a shield. From him. His heart dropped in his chest as he stared at her immobile form.

It hurt him deeply to see her so defensive, even while sleeping. He somehow knew she put up the wall to protect herself from the pain she'd endured from his leaving.

Her skin was so pale, and she looked so tiny in his eyes. Even her hair, ever wild and untamed, was limp and lifeless. Not the Hermione he knew. Not the Hermione he loved. The girl who would fight with everything she had. He almost smiled proudly, until he realized that only he could shatter her so completely.

Her reaction upon his return had been so intense, so violent, he was scared for a second that she truly hated him. He'd fought back though, as if rowing would re-establish their connection. When things had finally settled and her soft whimpers could be heard in the lingering silence, the truth dawned on him.

She cared.

She cared more than he ever thought or hoped. Now that the locket's influence was no longer whispering in his ear at every moment, trying to poison him against his friends and almost succeeding, his fear that Hermione and Harry were conspiring behind his back seemed like a bad dream. That maybe she felt as deeply for him as he did her.

He completely understood her, with a clarity that he'd been seeking for years. His return had been an emotional point of no return for her.

He had reached it the night he left.

She reached it last night.

He'd had the time to dissect every moment leading up to the blowup with Harry and his departure, the thoughts torturing him to no end. The buildup had started slowly until it accelerated to a point where it was choking him—he couldn't think or breathe. It felt like everything had closed in around him at that second, and even his love for his friends was unable to anchor him in that tipping point of frustration and hurt.

He lashed out in a truly colossal explosion.

He knew perfectly well why she'd attacked him upon his return. He didn't fault her one bit, knowing that his sudden return had triggered a similar outpouring in her. In a way it was reaffirming, that she reacted so strongly. A cold, indifferent Hermione meant things were extremely bad. A fiery, passionate Hermione told him there was still a chance to salvage the mess he'd made.

He started suddenly, so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed the white slits of her eyes staring at him, where she remained still under the blankets.

"What are you looking at?" Her tone held a hard edge, her voice scratchy from her shouts the evening before.

She was challenging him, but he wouldn't rise to the bait. Not this time. If chess taught him anything, it was when to change tactics.

"You," he replied calmly.

She stiffened. "Yes, I can very well see that."

"Good."

She looked at him warily for a moment. "You don't get to do that."

"Do what?"

"Just waltz back in here, like nothing happened."

"I'm not trying to."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want to be here, and I've wanted that from the second I left."

"Well, you did leave. You left Harry, and you left me. You didn't seem to want to be here then."

She was goading him, but he swore not to start a fight. "It was a moment of insanity, and I regret it."

"Oh, is that what it was?" Hermione asked harshly.

"Yes. Just like you had last night. That moment when you can't seem to control your emotions and," he gestured vaguely with his hands, "Everything just goes to shit."

She laughed haughtily. "So that gives you the excuse to just up and leave then, does it? And you think me screaming at you is the same thing? Unbelievable."

He fought the urge to retaliate. Instead, he took a few steps forward and got down on his knees in front of her, his cool veneer starting to crack.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what else I can say. I've made some big mistakes in my life, believe me, and this was the worst."

"And who always pays the price for those mistakes?"

"I know," he acknowledged quietly, staring down. "I wish I could take it all back."

"You can't, and you deserved everything you got last night. You deserve far worse. If only I'd had my wand."

"You don't mean that."

"Don't you dare tell me how I feel!"

"You're right. Maybe I do deserve it, but I understand how you were feeling last night, Hermione. Everyone's got their breaking point. With me it's spiders," he said half-jokingly. Her lips remained a firm line, causing him to sigh. "With you it's me."

She gasped. They'd never openly acknowledged the thing between them, but Ron knew it was time. It was almost like he was breaking some unspoken taboo.

"Look, I know I've hurt you badly this time, but it let me see what's really important. Without that bloody locket, I can think clearly and I'm here to stay. I'm here for Harry... and especially for you."

She scrunched up her face in anger. "I'll believe it when I see it, Ron."

He stood up slowly, rubbing his palms down his denim-covered thighs.

"Alright, well, I'm going to go relieve Harry on watch. Can I do anything for you before I go?"

The venom was unmistakable. "I think you've done enough." She deliberately turned away from him and pulled the blankets around herself, setting her guard back in place after letting it down for a moment.

"I-I'm here, if you do need something."

Her voice was shaky and muffled. "Not likely."

He shook his head, knowing it would take some time for her to trust him again. As he turned, he heard a low sob, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her, like he once had. He knew it would do more harm than good.

All he could to whisper to himself the same words he'd uttered countless times while he was gone.

"I will make this up to you, Hermione. I can't lose you."

#ron x hermione #romione #ron and hermione #ron weasley #hermione granger

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tiaragqueen · 4 years

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Yandere prompts 1 # 6 “It’s a gift, silly, that way you can carry a little bit of me with you wherever you go.” for Undertaker

Curio

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Undertaker x Reader

✂ Word Count: 758

✂ Trigger Warnings: Implied stalking

[Edited]

Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission.

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I don’t know if Shinigami have a long lifespan, but I set this in Modern! AU anyway. Also, I got a lot of Undertaker requests. Y’all really thirsty for him, huh…

6. “It’s a gift, silly, that way you can carry a little bit of me with you wherever you go.”

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“I'm watching you, watching you to see what you're doing without me now that you've been gone.” - (I’m Watching) Every Little Move You Make [Paul Anka]

It wasn’t the first time Undertaker had given you strange gifts. Before, he’d presented you a vial of salt, empty locket, handmade dolls, and even a real skull for Halloween. You didn’t want to sadden him by rejecting his presents, especially when his normally creepy grin seemed somewhat ‘innocent’ and hopeful. It wasn’t as though you could deny the weird feeling that fluttered your chest every time you received those things, anyway.

You were… flattered, yeah. And a bit spooked, too, but that was what you got from associating with an undertaker. You often visited the parlor and listened to his odd ramblings, so he probably thought that you shared, or at least understood his quirks.

And today was no exception, either.

“Here,” Undertaker said as he put something cool and gleaming on your palm. You frowned and brought it closer to your eyes, unable to believe its existence. Was he seriously giving you a necklace…?

“What’s this?”

Undertaker chuckled. “It’s a gift, silly, that way you can carry a little bit of me with you wherever you go.”

Contrary to the slightly blackened and dusty locket you’d gotten a while ago, the necklace was prettier and seemed newer. A [favorite color] heart dangled from the silver chain, swaying like a pendulum. It sparkled under the dim light, the only vibrant thing among the solemn paraphernalia. Despite its simplicity, it was definitely more ‘presentable’ and worthy of showing.

“Oh, thank you. This is… beautiful.” You wondered if he felt offended by the fact that you hardly complimented his previous gifts, but his ever-expanding grin told you that he didn’t – or maybe he never noticed.

Either way, you weren’t lying with your praise. You definitely wouldn’t comment that he’d picked your favorite color, out of any color the store might’ve had, and merely assumed it as a coincidence.

Undertaker might be eccentric, but he wasn’t a stalker, right?

“… Help you put it on?”

You weren’t aware that you’d become lost in your thoughts until you only heard the last part of his question. Blinking owlishly, you hesitantly nodded and gathered your hair. Undertaker retrieved the necklace from your hand and moved to stand behind you. You could feel his strangely cold breath and equally nippy fingers against your skin as he clasped the chain around your neck. He gently took the handful of hair and held it in his palm, admiring the sheen. There was just something different from the strands of the living; something more real, healthier, and prettier than the dead hair.

Undertaker wondered if he could collect it after your death. It’d surely be more valuable than any strands he’d gathered from other ladies.

“Um…” You quickly stood up from the chair and fixed your hair. You were becoming jittery, he smirked, how cute. He’d thought that you’d learned to comfort yourself around him after so many visits, but it seemed that he was mistaken.

That was alright. There was nothing more entertaining than watching a restless person trying to leave his parlor with whatever excuse they could think of, anyway.

“I-I gotta go, it’s getting late.”

Undertaker cocked his head, feigning innocence. “Hm? Wouldn’t it be preferable if you stay here instead? After all, you never know just what kind of danger is lurking around the corner~” he giggled, enjoying your discomfort a bit too much for your liking. Then again, he wouldn’t be Undertaker if he didn’t find amusement in the darker things. “I have a spare room that you can use in the back. I promise I’ll protect you from any harm, even the police themselves.”

You tittered and slowly shook your head. “N-no, thank you for the offer. I think it’ll be better if I just go home now.”

“Oh, well…” he sighed, shrugging carelessly. “Just know that the door is always open for you~”

Undertaker accompanied you to the exit and bade you farewell, waving cheerfully at your shrinking back. Once you’d completely disappeared from his sight, Undertaker smirked and retreated into the parlor. Flipping the sign to the ‘closed’ one, he gracefully sat down on one of the empty coffins and unlocked his phone.

“So that’s where you’re going, huh…?” he remarked, giggling at the red dot that reflected on the screen. “What an innocent doll you are, showing me the location of your house. I’m flattered~”

Sighing blissfully, Undertaker leaned against the wall and grabbed a vial from the table. He inspected it for a moment before smirking.

“Maybe I should make my house more welcoming now…”

#yandere imagine #yandere scenario #yandere anime #anime yandere #yandere anime au #anime yandere au #yandere oneshot #yandere undertaker x reader #yandere undertaker #yandere black butler au #yandere black butler #kuroshitsuji yandere #yandere kuroshitsuji

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