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writemekpop · 11 months

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Torn (Part 2) | Huang Renjun & Lee Jeno

Summary: When Renjun found out you cheated on him with Jeno, he kicked you out and left you naked on the floor. You lose your memory, and Renjun hides the truth about what he’s done.

Genre: Angst, cheating AU, Renjun x Reader, Jeno x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Part 1 | Part 2 💚

You opened your eyes, grimacing at the bright white light.

You realised you were lying in a bed, wearing a thin white gown. It had to be a hospital. You slowly lifted the sheet, and saw bruises darkening your skin. Your feet were wrapped in bandages.

Fear turned your throat to sandpaper.

You tried to sit up, to get out, but there was a pain in your head, sharp, like a blow with a baseball bat. You collapsed back onto the bed, dizzy.

The last thing you remembered was Renjun finding out you’d cheated on him with his best friend Jeno. His anger. After that, you had no memory. Your blood ran cold.

“Just tell me where she is!”

You gasped. You’d recognise that voice anywhere.

Renjun.

The door to the hospital room swung open.

“Oh my god, Y/n!” Renjun cried. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, his hazel eyes brimming with tears. “I am so sorry, baby! Are you alright?”

“R-renjun…” You reached forwards, running your hand through Renjun’s dirty-blonde fringe. “What happened? How did I get into the hospital?”

Renjun frowned. “You don’t… remember?”

Renjun’s eyes flicked up to your forehead, and his mouth dropped open.

You smoothed down your fringe, blushing at his intense gaze. Only, when your fingers touched your forehead, you winced.

Renjun reached forward and gently brushed your hand aside. He inspected your forehead. His touch was familiar, intimate – it made your heart race.

The scar began in your hairline, travelled down your forehead, and ended in your right eyebrow. It was jagged and wide, a marker of a past violence that your mind had blocked out.

Just then, a woman in blue scrubs came into the room. “Good to see you’re awake, Y/n. My name is Dr Jay. Do you want me to explain what’s been going on?”

You nodded.

“You hit your head really hard, Y/n. You’re suffering from something called retrograde amnesia. It means that your memories from the last day or so have been wiped.”

You blinked twice. “Amnesia…”

The doctor turned to Renjun. “You must be her boyfriend.”

Renjun gulped. His eyes flicked to you – as if he was waiting for you to confirm it.

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” you said quickly. Renjun visibly relaxed at your words. Why was Renjun acting like he was the one who needed forgiveness?

“I need you to help Y/n fill in the gaps of what happened last night.” With that, the doctor left.

You lifted the blanket, beckoning Renjun to lie in the bed with you. He cradled you to his chest, stroking your hair softly.

“So you don’t remember - anything?” he whispered.

You shook your head. “All I remember was you finding out about… the texts from Jeno.” Tears pooled in your eyes. “I am so sorry, baby. It was a one-time thing. It didn’t mean anything, I swear!”

Renjun shushed you, pressing his lips to your hair. “That’s okay,” he said hurriedly. “I guess we… we all make mistakes. I forgive you!”

You frowned. Renjun was the type of person to hold a grudge for months. He still brought up the time you spilled ketchup on his favourite shirt – three years ago.

But you shrugged the doubt off. You had to be projecting – you were the liar in this relationship. Renjun would never lie to you. The thought made you want to cry.

“The doctor said I was lying naked on the street,” you said. “What happened?”

Renjun rubbed the back of his neck. “Well… I guess you were so upset about me finding out about Jeno that you- you ran out.”

“Without my clothes or shoes?” you said, mouth agape. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

Renjun’s face went red. “I… I tried to! I begged you to come back inside, but…. but you ran away so fast I couldn’t catch up.”

“I… outran… you? Barefoot?” you asked in disbelief.

Renjun clutched you tight in his arms, so tight it nearly hurt. “Darling. Let’s talk about this later. Let’s get you better first.”

You had a gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach. Something told you he was lying.

You were about to speak up, but then the pounding in your head started again. You squeezed your eyes shut.

Renjun nuzzled into your hair. It was so comforting, you couldn’t help feeling sleepy. Maybe you were just overreacting.

“I love you, baby,” Renjun whispered.

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It had been two weeks since you’d been discharged from the hospital, and you were back in the house you shared with Renjun.

Ever since then, Renjun had become the most devoted boyfriend – he’d bring you fresh flowers every day, he’d brush your hair, he’d even bring you breakfast in bed.

You couldn’t help but feel guilty at his affection. After all, you were the one who had cheated. With the way he was treating you, it was felt like Renjun was the guilty one, not you.

It was a Saturday evening, and you were lying in bed, face buried in a book.

Renjun came in, handsome in his grey sweatpants and hoodie. He was clutching a steaming bowl of noodles.

“Here, baby! I brought your favourite.”

Smiling, you took the bowl from Renjun and placed it on the bedside table.

“Thank you, honey, but you didn’t have to! I’m stuffed from those pancakes you made an hour ago.”

You pulled Renjun to sit down next to you. You gazed at his almond eyes and plump lips. Your eyes were drawn south, to his sweatpants, and more importantly, what lay underneath.

“I’m hungry for something else,” you whispered.

You pulled Renjun’s lips onto yours in a steamy kiss.

You and Renjun hadn’t slept together since that night. You’d been nervous after the Jeno incident, and you’d been giving Renjun space. But now you couldn’t wait any longer. Especially after this morning, when you walked in on Renjun in the shower and laid your eyes on exactly what you had been missing all this time.

You lay down on the bed and pulled Renjun on top of you. Renjun moaned, jerking his hips against yours.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His hand brushed the side of your breast, sending sparks shooting through you.

You shimmied out of your bottoms. Renjun did the same. He pushed himself inside.

The feeling of having Renjun inside you was too good for words. You wished you could stay joined like this forever. Gripping his shoulders, you pulled his body tighter to yours.

However, the more relaxed you became, the more Renjun stiffened. “I-“ he said against your shoulder.

“What is it, baby?”

“I can’t,” he breathed.

“Renjun, what’s up? Do you not… want to?”

Renjun let out a shaky breath, tickling your neck. “Y/n, I have something to confess. Something I should have told you weeks ago… when we left the hospital.”

Your blood ran cold. You sat up, unhooking your legs from around him. Renjun was panting, his dark hair dishevelled, and his lips were bruised and red.

“What is it?” you said.

Renjun opened his mouth to speak. “I-“

But he was interrupted by three loud thuds on the front door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You and Renjun looked at each other in confusion.

"Let me get that!" Renjun jumped off the bed, dressed, and bolted towards the door.

“Wait, what were you going to say?” you called.

But Renjun had already gone. The cold air bit your bare legs.

You heard Renjun open the door. Then you heard muffled shouting.

You peered out of the bedroom window. When you saw who was standing at the door, you gasped.

It was Jeno, looking unusually intimidating in his black hoodie and baseball cap. He was in a shouting match with Renjun.

You bolted down the stairs. You got there just in time to catch the end of their conversation.

“You just couldn’t wait to screw her, could you?” Renjun yelled. “I thought you were my friend!”

Jeno scoffed. “You kicked her out and left her naked on the street. What kind of psycho does that?”

You stood in the hallway, mouth agape.

“You left me… where?” you said.

Both men turned towards you. Jeno was no longer scowling, and Renjun looked guilty.

“Listen, it’s not what it sounds like-” Renjun stuttered, his brown face turning red. Renjun ran and reached for your hand, but you yanked it away.

“What does Jeno mean about you… kicking me out?” You said, focused completely on Renjun. “You told me that I ran out myself, and that you tried to stop me.”

The edges of your vision began to blur. The man who had been feeding you, washing you, cuddling you at night, the man whose touch still burned all over your body… was a liar?

Renjun bit his lip. “I…”

Jeno cursed. “Don’t believe a word he says, Y/n. I came to check on you because I couldn’t believe when I’d heard you’d gone back to him.”

It was all clicking into place – Renjun’s over the top romantic gestures, the way he couldn’t quite meet your eyes… and he was about to confess something before Jeno interrupted him!

Your entire life felt like a frozen TV, the image stuck, the pixels finally visible. Who was Renjun, really? Who were you?

“How could you do that to me?” you asked, a tear rolling down your cheek.

Renjun huffed, hands balling into fists. “You started it, by- by cheating on me!” Renjun scowled. “Maybe I should have left you out in the cold… you- you slut!”

You gasped. But before you could react, Jeno lunged forwards and punched Renjun in the face.

Renjun staggered backwards, yelling, hands grasping his nose. You could see blood trickling down his chin.

“Get the hell out, both of you!” Renjun cried.

You turned to Jeno, looking at him properly for the first time. His dark hair was ruffled, and his eyes were wide. He held his hand out for you.

“Come on, Y/n, you can leave with me.”

You grasped his hand. The contact sent sparks shooting through you.

You nodded. “Let’s go.”

You ran out into the driveway, hands locked with Jeno. Before you made it into the car, you heard glass smashing and Renjun’s roar from inside the house. You shuddered.

You let Jeno pull you into the passenger seat of his beat-up truck. Your hands were trembling, your entire body was numb from the shock. The scar on your forehead throbbed.

You sat in the passenger seat, too dazed to put on your seatbelt. Jeno leant over you and clicked in your seatbelt for you. He was leaning so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from his firm body. The smell of his mint shampoo drove you crazy. Was Jeno always this attractive?

Jeno’s hand brushed your breast as he adjusted the strap of your seatbelt. His breath faltered. You gulped. The last time you’d been in this truck with Jeno, you’d had sex with him.

Jeno cleared his throat. He walked around to the driver’s seat and got in.

You and Jeno drove in silence. You watched the sun sink down beneath the trees. The reality of your relationship with Renjun weighed heavy on your chest.

“What do I keep doing wrong?” you mumbled, after a while.

Jeno frowned, eyes darting away from the road to look at your face. “What do you mean?”

“Why does no one want me?” you asked, not really answering his question.

“Renjun left me, you left me…” You thought about your father, who moved across the world when you were six, and had never sent you so much as a birthday card.

“Y/n!” Jeno said with an urgency that make you snap your head towards him. He pulled over into a side road.

You watched as Jeno panted, broad shoulders rising and falling.

“You’re wrong,” he said. “I want you.”

“You do?”

Jeno’s eyes lingered on your bare legs a little too long before he met your eyes. “I do. Y/n, I need-“

You leant over and smashed your mouth onto his, shutting him up. Jeno grunted against your lips, kissing you back with equal passion.

His lips never leaving yours, Jeno grasped your waist and pulled you and onto his lap, making you gasp at his strength.

Your hand slipped down to where your body met his. You pushed your clothes out of the way and kissed the moans right from his lips.

You fucked him until the windows steamed up and your thighs started to tremble from the effort.

After, you and Jeno sat on the hood of his car, both desperately trying to cool down your burning bodies. One of your bare legs was draped over Jeno’s. Your fingers traced invisible circles over his chest, trying to find the places that would make him shiver.

Jeno pulled your hand to his lips and kissed it. “I want us to be together, Y/n. You and me.”

You hummed, your mind drifting between the two men that had been inside you that night.

“You know,” Jeno said, staring out at the horizon. “I’m kinda glad that Renjun kicked you out.”

You frowned. “What?”

Jeno smiled lazily. “I mean… that was what sent you to my house… and that convinced me to finally break up with my girlfriend. I realised I wanted you.”

You started to smile, but something stopped you in your tracks. You pulled your hand away from his, crossing your arms over your chest.

“So… I came to your house the night that Renjun kicked me out?” you asked, lightly, trying not to reveal your panic.

You were suddenly conscious that you were on an empty dirt path, hidden from the main road by trees… with a man you barely knew.

Jeno hummed in agreement.

“But the doctors said they found me alone on the street… does that mean you kicked me out too?”

Jeno sighed. “Okay… so that did happen, but who cares? We have each other now!”

“Who cares?” you shouted, your voice getting louder with each word. “Who cares? Is that all you have to say, you jerk? You’re just as bad as Renjun! No, you’re worse!”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jeno left you on the street like you were nothing!

Jeno looked at you strangely. “Calm down, Y/n, you’re overreacting.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” you screamed. Your head started to spin. Renjun, Jeno… all these men did was treat you like an old Barbie, something to play with and throw out.

“I- I hate you!”

Before Jeno had a chance to respond, you grabbed your things and started to run. You ran down the street, as fast as your legs could take you. You didn’t stop running, not when your chest started to ache, not even when your feet throbbed.

You eventually ended up outside a tiny motel at the edge of the highway. Your shoes were worn, and your head was spinning. You had no choice but to go in.

The inside of the motel was warm and cozy.

There was a man behind the front desk. He was wearing a woolly brown jumper and circle rimmed glasses. He had gorgeous dark hair and tall cheek bones.

You almost laughed out loud at how ridiculously handsome he was, and out of place he looked in this tiny motel.

When he saw you, he straightened up. You realised he was tall too, and lean.

He smiled dazzlingly and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jae-“

“I don’t care what your name is,” you said, cutting him off. “I just have one question.”

The handsome stranger lifted one brow. “Anything.”

“Can you help me forget about all the bad men in my life?”

The man bit his pink, plump lip, thinking. After a moment, he smirked, and said:

“I can certainly try.”

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shygirl4991 · 3 months

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True Color

Summary: SMG3 was told by eggman to kill SMG4 his ex rival, deep down he knew he couldn't bring himself to harm someone he grew close to so he comes up with a plan to trick eggman. Except SMG4 wasn’t a part of the plan, the man on the floor crying not only over his dead meme but at the fact his friend and crush was about to kill him. Will SMG3 be able to live through his fight with Eggman and finally admit his true feelings, he better cause there's no way a great villain like him will lose!

Tags: Fluff and Angst, Attempted murder, love confessions, first kiss, enemies to friends to lovers

SMG3 chuckles to himself dealing with Depresso was nothing, who knew this man was so weak to rats. As he walks outside his old friend Eggman follows, he is sure to be bowing down to the proof that Three hasn't lost his touch when it comes to evil. Eggman smiles, placing a hand on his shoulder “Congrats, SMG3! There’s only one final test before you can be called a true villain again.” Three smirks, this will be easy who said you couldn't be evil and still have your hero friends by your side.

“You must kill your arch nemesis!” He shows his phone revealing footage of his Eggdog cam. How did eggman know about the camera in Four’s room? How long has he been watching the man, he made a mistake putting that camera in his room. He only did it to make sure that nothing would happen to four, now look at what he did. He felt a chill go down his back as it now hit him, Eggman wants him to kill his ex rival. The meme guardian in charge of living memes, his friend. He looks down in shock as Eggman pats his back laughing “Can't wait to see it friend!”

Three was at his new home, sitting on his bomb chair staring at the gun in his hand. He can feel himself shaking at the thought of aiming it at SMG4, so many years of trying to kill the man and he did it all without any emotion besides anger. Things have changed so much, he remembers when he was about to die when he dropped the character he played as for so many years to finally tell SMG4 that they were friends. The day they did the heist to get his notebook back, how relaxed the two were drinking coffee when he was hit with a drawing idea and doodled the two together with coffee. Then the memory of the day everything changed for him, when him and Four held hands learning about their power and about zero.

He points the gun at the picture of SMG4 shaking and fires, the moment he pulls the trigger he focuses on his old anger bringing his old character out. “Finally I have a reason to kill that bozo!” He focuses on the pain he felt on Christmas when SMG4 brought up old memories. He screams as he shoots down the photo of SMG4 letting out all the anger on it, he can do this he can kill that idiot. Eggdog jumps surprised at what his father did during his private bath time, barking at his meme parent annoyed as he watches the man open a chest. “Ooooo i wonder how i should kill him! Dismemberment?” he then takes out gamer bath water out of the chest “Maybe waterboarding?”

Seeing his father bringing out his old persona makes him start barking furiously at him, SMG3 freezes hearing his son's words before glaring at him “What do you mean? I don't care about SMG4, he sucks!” his mind yelled at him calling him a liar as he crossed his arms “I’ve had no character development with him.” He can't let it fall if he loses character then those feelings come back, he won't be able to impress his old friends. Eggdog had it with his father as he yelled back at him reminding him of all the nights he would gush about SMG4 to him, how he has become happier since the two became friends. It was becoming overwhelming for him as he covered his ears “La la la i can't hear you!

As he leaves his home he stares at the castle, he feels his hand shaking again “Damn it..Eggdog is right what am i doing, why am i trying to impress people from my past?” He remembers how insane SMG4 went trying to make the perfect video to please all his viewers. Three clenches his fist “Right…RIGHT! I can't impress everyone. The person I should be impressing is myself, and I find myself impressive enough!”

He needed a plan, so he walked up to the castle with gun in hand as Eggman walked up next to him “Are you ready?” Three smirks “Oh yeah, this is gonna be easy!” He was always a fast thinker he knew the moment he stepped into that castle Eggman was done for. SMG4 was humming happily as he finally learned how to hand craft memes thanks to the help of Three. SMG3 opens the door to the kitchen looking around to figure out a way out of this mess, SMG4 turns excitedly “Oh hey three!” he twitches at the nickname. He wasn't sure when the man shortened his name but everytime he hears it his heart flutters.

“I was just inventing a new meme. I call him, tomato soop and his catchphrase is gonna be BLERHG.” SMG3 stares at the meme as Four was showing it off, the idiot has so much trust in him he wouldn’t see his death coming. His stomach twisted at the thought, then he blinked at the meme. A tomato that when squish color could be mistaken for blood, SMG4 finishes explaining the meme smirking at him hoping his new meme was impressing his crush “Pretty memey right?”

Three walks forward, his eyes dark as he goes over his plan in his head, on one hand a voice was telling him to do it. SMG4 hasn't done anything for him so why let him live? But that wasn't him that was the old him that he made to protect himself in a world that saw him as evil. SMG4 eyes drop down noticing the gun “Oh a glock!” he starts to get nervous “Whatcha…gonna do with that…” once SMG3 got close enough he decided what he had to do “Oh…something i should have done long ago.” He points the gun at SMG4 causing panic in the man, this couldn't be happening this isn't the SMG3 he knows why would he point a gun at him “THREE WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

Three’s eyes flicker to the newly made meme, he had to do it to protect him, his gaze softened as he looked back at Four “I’m sorry… I have to do this.” SMG4 shakes unsure what was going on then the gun moved slightly to his left and fired, Four blinks and slowly turns to see Three had shot his newly made meme getting tomato juice all over the window. Eggman lets out an evil smile seeing the red splatter on the window, he walks into the castle laughing “Ho hoo good job. I guess I underestimated your evil intentions 3. I’m glad my old evil buddy is still-” he freezes seeing a tomato with a gunshot wound “Hey what the fuck?”

SMG3 smirks as he charges at Eggman jumping up and kicking him in the face, while he may not be as fast and flexible as his partner he still had his talents in his strength. “Sike Mother fucker!” SMG4 runs to his meme with his eyes starting to water “My tomato soup meme!” SMG3 places his hands on his hips, annoyed at his other half “DUDE! Dont ruin my epic twist! I was actually considering killing you! Like usual…” he added the last bit to make sure he wasn't showing his true emotions.

Hearing that line made Four forget about his meme as he looked at SMG3 heartbroken “You were actually going to kill me?!” that can be true could it? He felt his tears escape knowing that he would have been dead if SMG3 didn't change his mind at the last minute, what did it mean was everything they went through all for nothing? He starts crying loudly causing SMG3 to smack him, Four was startled from the hit looking at the man who was glaring at the spot Eggman was at.

Eggman gets up “I KNEW YOU DIDN'T HAVE IT IN YOU!”

SMG3 rolls his eyes “Nah i think murder isn't very evil villainy, you people should know all villains have a code. Plus PAIN AND SUFFERING IS MORE MY STYLE!” Eggman looks down at Three who had a huge shit eating grin “Pathetic,” he now knows that SMG3 was a lost cause. But he still had some hope that something would knock common sense back to Three “All villains murder!” he takes out a rocket launcher “Allow me to demonstrate!” He points the rocket to SMG3. The man only smiles at Eggman; he spent his whole life with weapons pointed at him and eldritch gods trying to kill him, an egg-shaped villain doesn't scare him.

That was until the weapon moved targets, his eyes going wide as he watched Eggman point the rocket at SMG4. He growls at Eggman as he dashes at the man moving the rocket to not hit Four, the rocket flies out hitting the roof of the castle, an old man in a bathtub falls down confusing the pair for a moment. Seeing Eggman distracted he turns and punches the man, picking up the man on the floor he smirks ready to give the man a beating for even thinking about killing SMG4.

“I DON'T NEED TO PROVE SHIT!” he was done with the world making him a villain, he won't let anyone change him again. Eggman, finally understanding his old friend is gone, decides to teach Three a lesson, calling his ride down squishing Three he launches them up in the air “Enjoy your last breath!”

The higher they went the more he was struggling to breath, his vision was getting blurring as he took deep breaths. An idea hits him as he turns trying to keep his breathing steady from the height “Why don't you go and steal the moon or something.” He starts to take apart the vehicle. SMG4 walks outside with his injured meme looking up at the sky confused, scared and nervous about what was going on. SMG3 looks down then back at what he was doing as he removes the last part causing the vehicle to malfunction. SMG3 takes one last deep breath, he was a meme guardian he will trust his power that falling from this height won't kill him. He winks at eggman before letting go and falling off, SMG4 drops his meme running around in a panic trying to guess where the man was going to land.

He dives, catching SMG3 quickly and lifts up the man checking if he is okay. SMG3 coughs trying to bring oxygen to his lungs “SMG4?” he turns and looks at the man's face “Yeah it's me, i don't know what the hell is going on but..i'm so glad you're okay..you are okay right?” Three coughs feeling his lungs burn, the world still looked blurry for him as Four did his best to make sure the man was comfy by laying him on his lap.

SMG4 starts to cry again feeling so many conflicting emotions he felt he was going to just blow from all of it, he holds Three’s hand shaking slightly “Even after everything…were you really going to kill me…do you still hate me?” Hearing the pain and sadness in Fours voice broke SMG3's character, maybe for once he can let himself show to stop his idiot from crying. Weakly he reaches for SMG4 face “No you idiot, sure it was tempting since on christmas you made a shitty comment without thinking but i could never kill you…you mean too much to me.” Four’s eyes go wide as he wipes his tears, Three coughs annoyed by the pain he feels “HEY STAY WITH ME uh er maybe i have a first aid kit for this wait for me!” He gently put Three on the floor and was going to run inside only to be stopped.

He turned to see Three grabbing his hand “Hey..Four..thank you for being my friend.” SMG4 heart flutters finally hearing Three call him by his nickname “Hey now you're not going anywhere,” he wiggles free to sprint inside getting the first aid kit. After taking care of Three they both sit together outside looking at the sky, Three was starting to feel better as he leaned on Four “I know today must have been a shit show for you, so in short I had old friends try to change me but you know what SMG4?” the man hums as he waters his meme helping it feel better.

Suddenly Three turned his face getting close, Four blushed unsure what was happening “I realized i don't need to prove to anyone how evil i am. I don't need to prove anything because I'm happy just the way I am.” SMG4 smiles softly at him leaning into his touch “heh well i'm happy your you to three, you had me scared you know i really thought i did something wrong or…you lied about being friends again.”

SMG3 frowns at the memory, he did a lot of bad in the past to think he was here at this moment with someone he used to want dead. Now the thought of anything happening to Four made him sick, it made him angry. It then clicked to him all those confusing feelings he had these past months, he was falling for his rival after everything they went through he grew to love the man in front of him. He would kill for this man, he would die for him. Four was giving a confused look to Three wondering why he was still caressing his face only for his eyes to go wide as Three leaned forward kissing him.

SMG4 felt as though his body was being electrocuted from the sparks he was feeling from the kiss, dropping the watering can he turns his body and wraps his arms around Three’s neck kissing him back. Eggman’s plan was to bring SMG3 back to the dark side but all he did was show Three just how amazing the light was, he won't ever let this go no one will ever lay a hand on his SMG4 as long as he lives.

It was the next day and SMG3 smirks as he traumatizes Steve by telling him his sandwich was made of chicken, he does his evil laugh not noticing his boyfriend was rolling his eyes “I see some things never change huh?” Four pats Three’s back only to get a smirk from the other man “Hey now scrub you say this but you wouldn't have me any other way!”

Four chuckles and nods “I wouldn't want you any other way three, now uh could i get my coffee i have been waiting here for an hour.”

“Nope, just cause you're dating me doesn't mean you can skip the line now go sit and wait or i'm going to make you wait even more!” Four signs before letting out a smirk he quickly kisses Three’s cheek making the man's face go red “WHAT THE!? THATS IT NOW YOUR NOT GETTING SHIT YOU…YOU…baka.” he lets out a soft smile before going back to work red in the face.

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centipedelightning · 1 year

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lightning strikes

Underfell!Papyrus x gn!Reader || written platonic; can be read as romantic

cw/tw: underfell typical violence, the vaguest mention of death, negative self-thought || angst and fluff

Uhhh, reverse comfort for Edge who is scared of thunderstorms. This took so long to publish lord. For the record, I am back at school so any writing I do will be kept to the weekends. Trying to get a job at the college archives so that would theoretically take up a decent amount of my time during the week. N E ways,,,, written platonic bc there's not enough of that out there, but just know that Edge is my babygirl.

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It's pouring outside. The kind of pouring that would soak you to the bone in a minute flat. And with heavy rain, comes the loud crash of thunder.

You walk into your living room and see a very tall skeleton on the couch. Edge called you and told asked you to hang out. So here you are... hanging out...

You were getting something out of your room before the ‘hang out’ officially started. As you walked back into the living room you saw him definitely not relaxing. You’d make some kind of stiff-as-a-corpse joke if the sheer tenseness of his posture wasn’t so concerning. Edge is barely even sitting on the couch, poised stiffly at the edge of the cushion clearly trying not to bolt.

“Hey Edge, what’s uh…. What’s up man?”

“NOTHING. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING UP WITH ME. IN FACT I AM DOWN. THERE IS MUCH DOWN WITH ME”

“…”

“You committing to that?”

“YES…. YES I AM.”

“Alright,” best not to question it, “then do you want to watch a movie or something? I think that new MTT romance j-“

As you were talking there was a bright flash and a loud boom of thunder. You saw Edge flinch, hard. That’s deeply concerning. Hell, judging by the claw marks on the armrest, that's very concerning.

Wait, no your poor couch.

“Ok listen. Edge, my love, what’s wrong? And don’t give me shit.”

“I SAID IT IS NOTHING HUMAN,” clap of thunder, flinch, “AND. AND I- AND I DO NOT NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE.”

“Mhm... Right, then can I sit next to you?” He can be a garbage liar sometimes.

“YES OF COURSE. THIS IS A HANGOUT AND SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER IS STEP TWELVE IN MY HANGING OUT MANUAL™.”

You're gonna dig the issue out of him. He knows it too. You walk over and plop down next to him. Once you're close enough you realize that his bones are chattering. Has he realized? You aren't sure.

"So what do you want to watch?" Thunder, lighting, flinch.

"ANYTHING IS FINE! THE TERRIBLE EDGE HAS NO PREFERENCE!" Stars, he's compensating right now.

"Edge. I am begging you to talk to me. You're chattering."

"I AM NOT 'CHATTERING'... OKAY, MAYBE I AM. THIS PROVES NOTHING AND IS OF NO IMPORTANCE"

He makes things so hard sometimes. Time to get creative.

"Edge."

"WHAT IS IT NOW HUMAN, DON'T YOU WANT TO WATCH MTT AND HANG OUT?"

"I'm scared of thunder." Wait that delivery was awful he's not gonna believe it.

"WELL OF COUR-," the claps of thunder are getting more frequent, "COURSE YOU ARE! HUMANS ARE- ARE PUNY! AND FEARFUL! AND WEAK!"

He also makes things so easy sometimes.

"Would you do me a favor and help me out then? Can you tell me what you would want if, hypothetically, you were afraid of storms?"

"IF I? WELL IF I WAS, HYPOTHETICALLY, AFRAID OF THESE GHASTLY STORMS, WHICH I AM NOT, I THINK I WOULD LIKE TO BE HELD. BUT CLEARLY, I DON'T NEED THAT, BECAUSE I AM NOT AFRAID OF STORMS." There were at least three flinches and a stutter or two during that whole shpiel. The storm outside sounds like it getting pretty bad. Time to work fast.

"Wow," wait you're trying to sell having a phobia, put more oomph into it, "that does sound helpful! Can we try it then? Here I'll lay back, just hand me that pillow." With a blend of pained, relieved, and a bit humiliated look, Edge dislodges his claws from your couch (I hope you know how to reupholster) and grabs the pillows. He tosses them over to you with a bit too much power.

"Ow. thanks man." You lay back and get yourself comfortable. Once you are in the primary position to cuddle with Edge and watch the t.v., you gesture for him to lie down with you.

"IF YOU THINK THIS WILL HELP-," thunder, "HELP- HELP YOU." He couldn't be stiffer but does manage to get horizontal. Once he gets situated, you flip down the blanket from the back of the couch onto the two of you. You can feel him still rattling a bit.

"Hey."

"HEY?"

"Can I touch you?"

"YOU ARE TOUCHING ME HUMAN." You feel the slightest smile on your chest.

"Fair enough," what a pain, "can I gently rub your skull? To self-soothe of course."

"TO SELF-SOOTHE YOURSELF, YES MAKES SENSE. I WILL ALLOW YOU TO RUB MY SKULL FOR YOUR OWN COMFORT AND NOT MINE."

Once he gave the okay, you started to lightly stroke the back of his skull with your fingertips. You want to keep it barely there until he stops chattering as badly as he is. Slowly he stills. You both lay in the dim room listening to the storm pass by. As the quiet moments continue, you feel Edge flinching less and less when the thunder booms"

"Hey."

"HEY."

"Do you want to talk about it yet"

"HYPOTHETICALLY, I MIGHT, POTENTIALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS THEORETICAL 'IT'."

"I say this with love but you are such a pain sometimes."

"NYEH-HEH PERHAPS. BUT... YES, I AM WILLING TO TELL YOU WHY I AM SO WORKED UP AND CHATTERING LIKE A BABYBONES." You hum and let him continue.

"THE UNDERGROUND WAS NOT A NICE PLACE, THIS IS COMMON KNOWLEDGE. WHAT IS LESS DISCUSSED IS THE ENVIRONMENT. WE MONSTERS LIVED UNDERGROUND, IN A LARGE CAVE UNDERNEATH AN EVEN LARGER MOUNTAIN. WE HAD VERY UNIQUE WEATHER BECAUSE OF IT. ONE OF THESE UNIQUE OCCURRENCES WAS CAVE-INS AND SKY FALLS. STARS THE SOUND." Edge coiled a bit as he said it.

"THE SOUND OF CEILING OR WALLS CRACKING WAS SO LOUD. THE SOUNDS OF THESE STORMS ARE SO LOUD. HEARING THE CRACKS MEANT HALF THE UNDERGROUND HAD TO FLEE INTO THE SAFEST PLACES THEY COULD FIND. MY BROTHER AND I WERE LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE A FINISHED AND REINFORCED BASEMENT, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE COULDN'T HAVE LOST OUR HOUSE TO A FALLING ROCK." He readjusted himself and wrapped his arms around you, head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat.

"IT- IT WAS TERRIBLE. IT ONLY GOT WORSE AS MORE PEOPLE YOU KNEW, MORE PEOPLE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT-" He's clinging to you so desperately, like a child to their toy.

"Hey Edge, you don't need to keep talking. It's okay."

"THERE WAS NEVER ANY GOOD TO COME FROM THIS LOUDNESS."

"That must have been awful. But can I ask you something?" He nods.

"Did you try? When you were able I mean, did you ever try to help just one person?" He takes a second and nods again.

"Then you did your job. Environmental tragedies can't be helped Edge. They can't be stopped and a lot of the time they barely can be predicted. If you helped even one person the whole time you were underground, you did your job."

"YES BUT THE PEOPLE I DIDN'T HELP-"

"Couldn't be helped. You are not a bad person. I haven't known you for that long, but I do know that you are a good person that wants to do good deeds. I believe, with my heart and soul, that for anyone you might not have helped, you had a reason. It might have been cowardly or for your own self-interest, but I believe you had a genuine reason for not stepping in sometimes." He's quiet. And still. Crap, did you overstep? You probably said something wrong and upset him more-

"THANK YOU." It was a statement barely spoken above a whisper.

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toadstoolwriting · 8 months

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Star Crossed- Chapter Three

Warnings: More google translated Russian, angst (?), german asshole and cursing

Word Count: 2k

Series Masterlist

Chapter Two

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The night had gone better than you expected after the phone call. The alpha, Bucky, seemed content sitting on your couch as you read a book. You had attempted to check on the bandages, but each time you got close, he would pull away from you, so you decided to leave it alone for the time being. At least he didn't seem to be in any immediate pain. It's not like you had anything to help him anyway. You knew you should have bought a first aid kit when you moved in two years ago.

You were extremely nervous about leaving him alone there. Something inside you was nearly screaming at you to stay near him. You had never really been the kind of omega to feel the need to care for alphas, but something about him made you want to ensure he was okay and to be near him at all times. It was a very new feeling for you.

You must have fallen asleep reading because you awoke to a knock at the door. Immediately upon awakening, you jumped up, the book falling on the floor, and looked at Bucky. His eyes were on you, but his body was pointed toward the door, with squared shoulders and his feet in a wide stance. You tried to calm your pounding heart as you made your way to the door. It was probably your neighbor or something. As you had made contact with the cool brass of the knob, a hand wrapped around your wrist, stilling your actions.

"Нет, не открывай дверь. Мы не знаем, кто это" You looked at Bucky; his jaw was set, and a scowl was on his face. You really wish he spoke any English.

"I have to open the door. What if it's my neighbor?" You half-whispered. This close to him, you could smell the sour lemon radiating off of him. You really wondered if you would ever be able to sense what his base scent was. It always felt like it was corrupted by something. Right now, there was very evident fear.

"Оставь их в покое. Это может быть Hydra" His hand was still on your wrist, squeezing lightly. Another knock sounded from the door, this time louder than the one that woke you up.

A voice also came from the other side saying your name, "I just wanted to come check on ya to see if you needed a ride." John, thank god it wasn't the police coming to find the alpha in your living space. You thought it might be the neighbor; sweet old beta across the hall would sometimes bring you breakfast. But with the loud knocks, you had doubted your assumption. Usually, her knocks were quiet, and she never knocked twice.

You moved your wrist from under Bucky's grasp and lightly pushed him to the other side of the door so you could open it without him being seen. It's not like it would help, though. His scent was filling up the entire space.

"Hey, John! It's good to see you." The alpha in question was waiting there, his hands stuffed in his pockets and an eyebrow raised. He took a second, looking you over and around the space before speaking.

"Yeah, yeah, you need a ride to the station?" John wasn't really one for formalities at the best of times. As of right now, he looked stressed. You guess it had something to do with last night, given that the "burglar" had targeted his business.

You were hoping to avoid going down to the station for the time being, at least while Bucky was in your care. You also weren't the best liar, and it's not like you could just walk in there and tell them that you helped the man who broke into your boss's establishment and brought him to your house.

You took a deep breath. "Actually, I was hoping to do that later. Something came up that needs my attention right now." You smiled at John, one of those awkward "what-can-you-do" smiles.

"Unfortunately, I am afraid you can't do that, missy. That german asshole... what was his name...Detective Schwarz said to have you come in as soon as possible." He took a breath, "real piece of work, that one."

A noise came from behind the door, causing you to look in Bucky's direction. His hands were on his head, covering his ears, and a pained look was on his face. The scent of fear filled the room. You looked back at John and gave him a quick, apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, John. This is really important, but I must deal with something. I promise I'll go this afternoon, but right now, I have to close this door, bye." You said it so quickly that some words jumbled together as you shut the door. Turning back to Bucky, you moved closer to him, hoping to help somehow.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" You moved your arms out to touch him, but he backed away. "What is it?"

He stumbled to the ground, sitting with his back resting against the door. You followed him down, trying to figure out what to do.

Your instincts pushed you to get closer. Facing him, you leaned into his neck, scenting him. You tried to radiate calm, caring energy as you nuzzled his neck. It took a second for you even to realize what you were doing. You felt his shoulders move down before feeling his arms around your torso, pulling you into him. His breathing slowed from the short breaths. He dipped his nose against your scent gland, taking long whiffs, assumidly breathing you in.

"Bucky," you exhaled, feeling so relaxed in this position you didn't know how long you had been like this. You hadn't known him for a whole day yet, and here you were scenting him, and he was as well! You had never been even close to doing so with any other alpha you had been around. You tried to get up, seeing as his breathing was normal and his scent had become sweet, almost like lemon meringue. But his arms squeezed you a little tighter, keeping you in place.

"Don't go," his voice was deep and strained, almost as if it hurt him to utter those two words. Wait, he can speak English... this entire time, he could speak English, yet here you were, thinking there was no hope for communicating with him. You wondered why he could suddenly say it now and not earlier.

You gave him a few more moments like that, him holding onto you like you were the single thing keeping him tethered to the earth. You moved very slowly from his grasp, keeping close in case he needed you. You looked into his eyes. This was your first time looking at them so closely. They were beautiful crystal blue, seemingly as deep as the ocean.

"What's wrong?" You whispered, his eyes dilated at your voice. His chest moved as he took a deep breath, carrying you with it. He must have been searching for the right words because it was several moments before he spoke.

"Handler." His voice was quiet and shook as if saying the word terrified him.

"Handler? I don't think I understand."

"My handler." The phone rang, making him tense under you. Seriously, people needed to leave you alone. Unfortunately, it seemed like that knocked him out of the moment you two were having because he gently moved you to the side as he got up and made his way to the living room.

You grumbled as you got up, making your way over to the phone. Sparing Bucky a look as you passed by, you didn't know what he had gone through, but between the wounds he still had from the day before, and how he reacted to that one name, you knew it had to be quite traumatic. You grabbed the phone, slightly irritated about it interrupting.

"Hello?" You practically growled into the phone.

"Hello, this is Detective Schwarz at the Cushing Police Department. I wanted to ensure you came in today to give your statement." This guy definitely had a prominent german accent that was for sure. Your eyes move to look at Bucky, sitting on your couch, hunched over, looking at his hands, quite unaware of the person on the other side of the phone.

"Hello, may I ask why you called?" You were trying to keep your voice as even as possible, but it was challenging.

"Ah, yes, I wanted to make sure you came in to give your statement. Normally, we wouldn't allow you to do it the next day, but given your... designation. We wanted to make sure you were comfortable and ready to. Must have been quite scary for you, knowing the place you worked at was burglarized a mere minutes after you had left it." His tone irked you. It was one alphas did when they looked down on you. Something you were very familiar with growing up.

"No, I am fine, thank you." You forced out through gritted teeth.

"Excellent, then you'll have no problem coming in by noon? If you don't think you can make it, we can always come to you, where you're comfortable in your nest." By now, you were seething. This pathetic excuse of an alpha just insinuated being in your nest. The audacity of him and all the other police officers on the force! Had they no shame?

You bit your lip before speaking, "No, sir, that won't be needed. I'll be there at 12."

"Wonderful," He didn't even leave time for you to respond before he hung up. Now you understand what John meant when he said the detective was a piece of work.

You sighed, feeling most of the tension leave your body. Something in the back of your mind made you have a bad feeling about this, though. But you really didn't need the police coming to your apartment, especially with Bucky around. You had no idea how he would react to them, especially if the detective showed up.

You looked at the clock in your living room, 11:30 a.m. Great. You made your way over to the loveseat you had occupied last night.

"I have to go to the police station to give my statement." as soon as you said police, Bucky's head snapped up in your direction. You rubbed your hands together for some reason, very nervous to make him upset. "If I don't, they'll come here, and I would rather that not happen. I won't be long. Just please stay here. We'll figure out what to do when I get back."

Honestly, you didn't know the end goal here, to get him away from here. Something inside you hurt at the idea of him away from you. It's not like you could run away with him, though. You had a whole life here, and you couldn't just give that up for some alpha you met last night. Sighing, you looked back up at him. Trying to read his face, it had returned to what seemed to be a permanent scowl.

"Okay," was the only thing he said. You nodded and went to get ready as quickly as possible, trying to look like you didn't have a rough night last night when you arrived at the station. It was only a fifteen-minute drive, but you were still cutting it close in time.

You were ready, at the door leaving your apartment, when you looked at Bucky again. He was looking at you with the same scowl. You wanted to give him a hug but shook the thought out of your mind. Shutting the door behind you as you left. Unaware that once you had made your way out of the complex, a certain alpha had also left your apartment.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I think I'll try to make these progressively longer.

What do yall think is going to happen when reader goes to give her statement?

Also, did you know lemon meringue was popularized in the 40s? According to my google search, at least. What a coincidence.

Constructive criticism is encouraged!

No beta we die like men

See you in the next one - Phrog

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saintsenara · 10 months

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rare pair tag game

thanks for the tag, @said-snape-softly :)

i'm pretty sure everyone has done this by now, but if you'd like to, please consider this a blanket tag.

apart from all the tomarry and the odd dabble in remadora, i am a rare-pair enthusiast, so i am delighted to spread some propaganda here... the criterion i've used for a rare-pair is less than 2500 works on ao3.

pairs, little metas, fic recommendations, and some suggestions for authors to follow under the cut.

sirius black/severus snape

why i ship it:

this one can just about claim to be a rare-pair.

sirius and severus are narrative mirrors, whose complicated relationship to themselves and to each other is crucial for driving several of the most important arcs in the series.

in particular, sirius - constantly haunted by guilt and grief over his role in the death of the man he loved [you can decide if his love for james is platonic or not, but i definitely think the text thinks it isn't...], trapped in his childhood home, unable to have his real loyalties acknowledged before his death by the fact he's on the run - leads harry through his journey in hero-worshipping, then being disappointed in, then forgiving james. and then promptly dies.

this is one of harry's most significant areas of personal growth - it begins to chip away at his rather black-and-white morality, which is finally destroyed by his ability to confront the complexity of dumbledore in deathly hallows - but it is also key narratively: harry coming to understand james starts to hint to the reader that it is lily - otherwise absent from her son's conception of himself - who is the key to the mystery...

which brings us to severus - constantly haunted by guilt and grief over his role in the death of the woman he loved, trapped in his childhood home, unable to have his real loyalties acknowledged before his death by the fact he's a spy - who gives harry, and us, the final piece of the puzzle. and then promptly dies.

put them together, though? well, you get the delicious tension of two fundamentally broken people - who cannot comprehend the possibility of their own redemption - bound to each other. can they forgive each other and themselves? is it a disaster? the story can go either way.

and even in fluff there is so much potential for d r a m a between sirius' recklessness and severus' cunning, sirius' emotional control and severus' temper, the fact that sirius is canonically hot and severus is canonically not, how they react to harry and draco [i don't usually accept the fanon that severus is his godfather, except when it means snack can be fighting about it], and so on.

and i'm a sucker for two bitter old men getting a happy ending. sue me.

want to give it a read?

if you trust nothing else i say in my life [and why should you] you can trust this - second life by nwhiker and cassandra7 is one of the greatest pieces of writing i have ever seen, not only in this pairing but in this fandom full stop. it's a profound and solemn meditation on loving and grieving, choice and chance, and the great pain caused by the divide between the magical and the muggle worlds.

then, for gorgeous angst with a happy ending - two boys kissing by @writcraft and the merit in trying by brightened

albus dumbledore/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

the facetious answer is because they wouldn't be so obsessed with each other if there wasn't some sexual tension underneath it.

the facetious and nsfw answer is because it appeals to the part of me whose favourite book aged 11 was lolita

the serious answer is that they should be horrifying together: they're both liars; both incredibly self-righteous; both living behind masks which conceal their true emotions and motivations; dumbledore took one look at tom as an eleven-year-old, said "he reminds me of gellert", and then did nothing about it; tom thinks dumbledore's a hypocrite and is right, although not for the reasons he thinks; there is a colossal age gap; there is virtually no scenario in any timeline where they could be openly in a relationship unless one of them is concealing his identity; and - really, this seems quite minor in the grand scheme of things - they are constantly trying to destroy each other.

but.

intellectually, they are the only two characters in the series who could be the other's equal - i'm sure that violent arguments about the twelve uses of dragon's blood trigger the majority of their sexual encounters, and a man who's passionate about your research is hot.

if either of them ever fancy being honest - so, no - there is a shared cavernous [although, in tom's case, unacknowledged] grief in their lives which has shaped their not-as-divergent-as-the-text-thinks-they-are views on death, love, duty and so on. their active refusal to understand each other [i.e. dumbledore entirely misreading voldemort's motivations in the job interview scene] and commitment to constantly underestimating each other [i.e. voldemort bouncing around like an idiot in the chamber of secrets instead of using his brain and remembering what a phoenix is] could, in time, lead to something almost resembling acceptance. i mean, just imagine the hurt/comfort sex which happens when voldemort finds out about grindledore.

the way dumbledore describes the young riddle - "self-sufficient, secretive, and, apparently, friendless" - is also an exact description of him. that each sees himself in the other canonically drives their hatred of each other, but it could also appeal to two very vain men in a much racier way. after all, who doesn't want to bang their narrative mirror?

and being an orphan probably doesn't seem so bad when you realise your boyfriend's family is aberforth.

want to give it a read?

i can't recommend concordance by @laeveteinn enough, particularly for one of the best-written dumbledores i've ever seen. i find dumbledore is often written either as far more whimsical than i'd like, or far more fiery and radical [when one of his most interesting personality traits in canon is his tendency towards inaction], but this dumbledore is the perfect balance of contradictions, while tom is his canonical feral self, longing to perceived, rather than the emotionless sociopath of so many other stories.

i also recommend as an entire ocean in a drop by eldritcher, which really leans into just how similar these two are underneath all the artifice.

albus dumbledore/severus snape

why i ship it:

well, we've had dumbledore with one lost boy, let's have him with another [i haven't been brave enough to venture into dumbledore/harry yet, but i'll take recommendations...]

as with riddledore, we have the potential for horror here: a vast power imbalance; enormous age gap; the fact dumbledore sends snape out to potentially die every time he goes off to voldemort; and - this is the crucial one - the fact that dumbledore's recognition of himself in snape is pure self-loathing ["you disgust me"] manifested in punishment [allowing snape to be humiliated in front of fudge, not stopping the presumed-to-be-real moody searching his office, making him give harry occlumency lessons, not letting him teach defence against the dark arts].

but then this stops, when snape does the tremendously brave thing of agreeing to kill dumbledore, and their dynamic equalises, as dumbledore recognises that snape is courageous, steadfast, and redeemed. i'm always struck in half-blood prince by the fact that dumbledore has it with harry's sniping about snape and straight-up tells him to shut up, as well as by the fact that he very nearly gives the game away and confesses why snape switched sides [the thing he promised not to do] when harry finds out it was snape who gave voldemort the prophecy.

and within this equalised dynamic - so this hot geriatric sex is happening in the afterlife, i guess - we have two men who are intellectual close-to-equals, who understand grief and guilt, whose aesthetic senses are charmingly mismatched, who are rarely honest but might be for each other, and who have lots of profound similarities which might lead somewhere...

want to give it a read?

cheerfully disregarding everything i've just said about how snumbledore could work, i highly recommend in infinite remorse of soul by @perverse-idyll, which is a chilling look at how dumbledore uses the power imbalance between the two to assuage his own guilt through snape's humiliation.

for something much more wholesome, i'm a big fan of byzantium by eldritcher

petunia dursley/severus snape

why i ship it:

because vernon is a dick.

i'm fond of petunia, who i think is one of the most interesting characters in the series because of how full of contradictions she is, and who i think is also a victim in fandom spaces of how the adult cast was aged up for the films [in canon, she's only in her early twenties when lily dies, and the implication is that vernon is a good deal older than her)] which makes her inadequacies, such as her inability to truly care for either child in the household, seem much more nuanced than they do if she's pictured as a middle-aged woman with considerable life experience.

like snape, she teeters on a knife edge between various chasms: she is a working-class girl from the midlands made good in middle-class surrey, he is a working-class half-blood boy who spends most of his life in pureblood circles; she ends up with her whole life wrapped up in a square little house when she's barely out of her teens, he ends up with his whole life wrapped up in spying at the same age; she hates the wizarding world and yet covets it, he hates the muggle world and yet cannot escape it; she loves lily and she hates her and she loathes her for dying, he... well, you know the rest.

want to give it a read?

i was first convinced by this pairing by the lovely regretfully yours by @maria-de-salinas, which takes both snape and petunia's awkwardness and bitterness and moulds it into something really tender.

i also highly recommend barking at the moon by rinsbane, the summary of which speaks for itself.

merope gaunt/tom riddle sr.

why i ship it:

our first canon pairing, and probably the most problematic of the canon relationships, since the series never acknowledges that tom sr. is a rape victim.

but i have found myself recently in my merope era and, in particular, in an attempt to give her more nuance than she gets in canon. as i've said to anyone who'll listen in the three broomsticks discord server, i loathe the implication in canon that merope dies because she just cba to live [since it directly justifies voldemort's belief that her death was shameful] and prefer to see her as someone who was desperate to escape a truly horrifying life [the fact she's going to be forced into an incestuous relationship with morfin is right there in canon...] and so did something she didn't have the capacity to understand the implications of [this is not a woman who's ever heard of consent] because she thought it would give her the first chance to be happy in her life, watched it all crash and burn around her, and would have very much liked to have lived to raise her son.

i doubt there was anything real or tender in her relationship with tom sr., of course, and his escape - while merely a brief stay of execution from his son's perspective - is tremendously brave. it's impossible to write tom/merope fluff [although i respect you if you're inclined to try] but fanfiction gives a space to explore the intricacies of their relationship which canon doesn't allow, and i'm obsessed.

want to give it a read?

i'm recommending myself here, and assuring you that you will enjoy: enchanter's nightshade, which explores how merope's attempts to keep her husband enslaved fail; the snow child, which treats the relationship as folk-horror; and the shack at the end of the lane, in which there is redemption, in the end.

the best exploration of tom sr. dealing with the fallout of the relationship is @phantomato's exquisite ganymede, which feels so truly embodied that you can't pull yourself away from the page.

bellatrix lestrange/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

our second canon pairing, i am obsessed with these two and the tragedy and - to some extent - tenderness bound up in their relationship [which can be proven to be there because noted softy @whinlatter loves them].

i've written before about my conviction - in contrast to a lot of bellatrix fans - that her relationship with rodolphus is utterly miserable, and that voldemort is the only man in her life who can understand her desire to make a life for herself which is not constrained by the gendered expectations of her social class.

obviously, lord voldemort is not a shining paragon of a boyfriend [and he is an awful choice as a baby daddy, bella, get it together], but i think the enormous power imbalance is perhaps slightly less enormous than is sometimes assumed - certainly, she tells him to his face in half-blood prince that he's wrong to trust snape [she's a clever woman], voldemort never physically punishes her for anything [rip to lucius malfoy, who seems to get picked for this in her stead], and voldemort tolerates a surprising amount of nonsense from her which shatters his mystique.

all of which is to say... the scream when she dies isn't just because he's losing the war.

want to give it a read?

tee hee, i'm recommending myself again, and encouraging you to take a look at: atramentum, bellamort's last afternoon together before voldemort goes to the potters; nor all that glisters gold, bellatrix's life - including her relationship with voldemort - through sirius' eyes; and death (eaters) in paradise, because murderous psychopaths deserve crack fics too.

draco malfoy/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

because the ship name is taco.

these two are a pairing which i enjoy with my tongue firmly in my cheek [and tom's tongue firmly in draco's], as i do with most other things in which draco is a main character [do i want to read drarry angst? no! do i want to chuckle? absolutely!], although this should not be taken as saying that many of taco's fabulous authors don't manage to make the pairing entirely plausible.

in fact, consensual taco [non-con is, of course, its own beast] often has some of the best characterisation of both tom [fretful, mercurial, stubborn, and nowhere near as charming as he thinks he is] and draco [prissy, a very good judge of character, someone who likes being taken care of, and much braver than he appears if he absolutely has to be] i've seen in the fandom, largely because - unlike other voldemort-centric ships [especially tomarry, but also voldemort + any of the adult death eaters] - there's no sense of inevitability there. these two aren't connected by a shared bit of soul, or a prophecy, or having gone to school together, or having been hooked in by voldemort in the first war when he was unassailable.

they have to choose each other. or, more accurately, draco has to choose tom, and tom has to get chosen.

and the results have me entertained.

want to give it a read?

then you will want to have a look at the travelling cabinet by @the-paper-monkey [and its sequel, bluebeard], truly the gold standard of taco content with an absolutely brilliant draco, whose sheer capacity to cling on and make himself an irremovable part of tom's life may just end up changing the course of history.

narcissa malfoy/severus snape

why i ship it:

because i am in deep with the conspiracy theory that it's canon. i am absolutely certain that narcissa is the person that voldemort is referring to at the end of deathly hallows - "he desired her, that was all, but when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him". it seems highly unlikely to me that the canonical voldemort would give a shit about snape fancying any random pureblood [although the snapemort version is, naturally, hugely jealous], but snape having had some sort of liaison with narcissa, and the ability knowing this gives voldemort to humiliate snape, narcissa, the memory of lily, bellatrix, lucius, and draco is definitely information he would go out of his way to remember...

plus, how do you know where he lives, babe? v suspicious.

want to give it a read?

if you want some fluff, you will very much enjoy the incredibly sweet the reformed man by gingertart50, which features narcissa nursing snape back to health post-nagini and is a favourite re-read for me when i'm drunk and it's christmas.

if you want some very-much-not-fluff, other women and of purer blood by yours truly will scratch the itch...

minerva mcgonagall/severus snape

why i ship it:

because i'm an equal-opportunity age-gap fan, and there is far too little older woman/younger man in the fandom.

and look, i'll admit it, i'm a fan of the fanon that snape and mcgonagall are friends prior to dumbledore's death - i'm not sure it's canonically plausible, but this sign can't stop me because i can't read - and i like the idea of that blossoming into something more, especially in fics where snape survives the second war. after all, he is a man who definitely needs to be treated quite strictly [and i don't just mean in the staff room], there is a shared loneliness and grief to them both, they're intellectual equals despite the age gap, and bickering about quidditch is absolutely fine as a method of foreplay.

plus, you can't tell me dumbledore's portrait doesn't ship it.

want to give it a read?

for a fic which shows minerva at her acerbic - and yet still sensual - best, always but not necessarily forever by gingertart50 is an old, fluffy, and very funny, favourite.

for something much more bittersweet, that good night by kelly_chambliss has my heart.

severus snape/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

because voldemort is canonically down bad for it - there is no need to believe snape's ridiculous cover story for not attending his resurrection, to try and spare lily as a treat for his man, and to give him a nice, painful death which allows the narrative to move on and harry to defeat him if the dark lord isn't firmly in his simp era.

more seriously, they obviously have an enormous amount in common, particularly in terms of their backgrounds [harry draws a connection between all three of them, but actually the fact that harry is rich in the wizarding world, not a slytherin, and with a muggle mother, therefore giving him a pureblood name, means he can't relate to the post-childhood experience of both halves of snapemort].

as a result, i think snape is the death eater who comes the closest to understanding voldemort's motivations - above all, the fact that he's not seeking an oligarchy, which the malfoys etc. obviously believe - while voldemort is someone snape feels understands his intellectual interests and his creativity.

want to give it a read?

boy, are you in luck, because i myself have a snapemort wip - scylla and charybdis. it is not wholesome.

tom riddle/myrtle warren

why i ship it:

because it started as crack and now i love them.

in particular, i just have so much respect for being incredibly annoying as a method of seduction, and i think myrtle's commitment to just following tom around chattering at him - and, therefore, without her realising it, preventing him from committing all sorts of crimes - is iconic.

want to give it a read?

then my unhinged rom-com - bookbinding - shall provide.

tom riddle | voldemort/ginny weasley

why i ship it:

because i enjoy seeing my dear friends who ship hinny shake and cry.

but also because ginny and tom have an enormous number of similarities, right down to the fact that they both have yew wands [if you're sick of people saying harry has an oedipus complex, you'll be delighted to be confronted with the mountain of evidence ginny reminds him of the villain who keeps trying to kill him instead].

they are both very good liars, quick thinking, remarkably resistant to shame, possessed of nerves of steel, predisposed to violence, brown-eyed, so hot they have harry gagged, and the profound enemy of someone whose surname is smith.

despite what he claims, tom was absolutely not just sat politely in that diary gritting his teeth while ginny complained about having second hand robes and idiot brothers. as he says, he opted "to start feeding [her] a few of my secrets", and i think it's justifiable from canon that they were at the very least half-truths [for example, i would not be shocked to discover he tells her he's a half-blood orphan brought up against his will in the muggle world - there's no other reason, i think, for him to successfully make her tell him these things about harry without it], which means that ginny has lots of lovely emotional leverage over him.

plus, as with tomarry, you have the element of "this is kind of inevitable" in the relationship, and the mysteries of fate are always sexy.

want to give it a read?

this is a tommary/hinny/tominny triad, but it has had me in a chokehold since the first time i read it - shameful company by merrivale, which, truly iconically, manages to be epilogue compliant.

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Yours Submissively ~ Consequences

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: I was guilt tripped into posting this. For the record, I wasn't going to abandon you on the last part. But after this post, we have just four parts left. Eek!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Devious

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Four months later…

Steve walked down to the cells, lost in thought. He looked tired, deep in his emotions. Dressed in all black as he had been for months, he brought down a small package with him, a gift for an old friend. As he walked through the empty cells, he thought back through his life. How one person changed his life. As he approached the final cell, he sighed. “Hello Sharon.”

“Steve! I didn’t think you would visit me.” Sharon Carter looked dirty, tired, her blonde hair dull and flat. She had been in the cell for four months, stood trial and found guilty of treason and attempted murder. She had planned Belle’s demise and now she would pay for it tomorrow with her life.

Beck had left details of his plans and the players, all but sealing their fate when they were captured. It was the little solace that Steve found that justice had somewhat been served. This was the final piece. This person, not even a woman, had ended his hopes of a peaceful life. “I brought you something.”

“A present for my execution. How curious.” Sharon looked at the man she loved with sorrow. He was in pain, mourning. “I could help you feel good,” she said with a sly smile.

“Only my wife could do that,” Steve snarled at her. “You are getting what you deserve.”

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew she was pregnant Steve.”

“You’re a liar! You wanted Belle gone!”

“I loved you!”

“And I hate you,” he growled. He threw the box through the slot in the glass.

“What is it?”

“Open it and see.” He stood in front of her, arms crossed.

Sharon opened the box carefully. She looked in saw a blue cloth. She pulled it out. It was a blue onesie. A tear formed in her eye when she spotted the pink color in the box. Another onesie. “Steve, I am…”

“Save it!” Steve thought back to the day his life was turned upside down…

He jumped onto the jet with Belle and he and Bucky immediately started pressure on her as Tony flew, Wanda started IVs. Peter, Nat, Sam and Clint stayed behind to gather intel and clear the scene. As soon as the gauze was in place, Steve held Belle’s hand and the other on her belly. “Please baby, please, don’t leave me,” he wept.

“Two minutes Cap,” Tony called out. “Where is she shot?”

“The abdomen,” Bucky called back. “Its slowing but I don’t know about…” he trailed off.

“I love you,” Steve whispered to Belle, kissing her knuckles. “I need you. I need our family, baby please, just stay alive.”

Tony landed the jet at the hospital and Steve picked up Belle and ran her in. “Please help, my wife, she’s pregnant and she’s been shot. Please.” The doctors and nurses ran forward with a gurney and started to run her back. Steve made to follow but a nurse stopped him.

“We need to work on your wife. Please wait here.”

“Please, just do whatever you need to save them.”

“We’ll do everything we can.” She turned to run after the gurney and Steve felt Bucky and Tony’s hands on his shoulders. His shoulders shagged and he began to sob. The guys moved him to the chairs to wait. Steve became quiet, staring at a spot on the floor. Time felt like it was moving so slow. The rest of the team showed up, sitting around. Tony began to pace as Pepper brought in coffee and snacks.

“Captain Rogers?”

Steve’s head snapped up to look at a tired looking doctor. He stood up with Bucky right next to him. “Belle?”

“Mrs. Rogers lost a significant amount of blood. The bullet entered her side and nicked her liver. We stopped the bleeding but luckily the liver is regenerative, and she will make a full recovery.” Bucky sagged and clapped his back. The rest of the team exhaled but Steve needed one more piece of information.

“And the baby?”

“Your babies are perfect. The amniotic sac was not affected at all since she is only eight or so weeks pregnant.”

Steve looked at the doctor, his face shocked. “Babies?”

“Oh.” The doctor looked embarrassed. “I assumed you were aware. Yes, twins. Your wife is carrying twins. As I said, she’s between eight to nine weeks. They have strong heartbeats and are perfect for their age.” The doctor smiles. “She is still unconscious after the emergency surgery but if you would like to see her, I can take you up?”

“Yes, yes please.” Steve headed to follow the doctor but turned. “Buck?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you.”

Steve looked at the team. “Thank you, guys.”

“We’ll be here Steve,” Sam said. The team nodded and Steve and Bucky followed the doctor.

“Captain, because of the blood loss it may take some time for Mrs. Rogers to come around. We checked for any injuries to her head to be sure, but we didn’t see any. Her body may just need time to recover from the shock. We have her hooked up to monitors and two fetal monitors, one for each baby so don’t be alarms by the amount of equipment.”

“But she’ll be ok?”

“Yes, like I stated, we expect her to make a full recovery. My recommendation is to relax, hold her hand and talk to her. We’ll keep checking on her until she is awake and discharged.”

“Thank you doctor.”

“Ok, right in here.” He pointed to a door and Steve walked in. Belle looked smaller than normal in the bed. She skin was pale, a startling contrast to her black hair. She looked peaceful except for the noises of the monitors. But what truly shocked him with the twin heartbeats coming from the fetal monitors.

Steve froze. The sounds stunned him. His babies, his children, were real and alive inside of their momma. Bucky nudged him forward and Steve took shaky steps towards the bed. He pulled a chair close and took Belle’s hand. “I’m here, sweet pea.” He kissed it gently. “We’re all here waiting for you to wake up. I love you. I love you all so much and you are going to be so surprise.”

Bucky came to the other side. “Hey sweetheart. You rest ok. You’re growing my nieces or nephews.”

“God Buck. Two of them.”

“I know punk. I can’t believe it.”

Steve kept vigil at Belle’s bedside for the next twenty-four hours. Her heartbeat got stronger with time. The team rotated in with Steve with Nat and Bucky finally convincing him to change out of his suit and shower in the ensuite. As the warm water ran over his body, Steve took the moment lose himself in his feelings. He almost lost her. He almost ruined the best thing in his life. He almost lost his children. He grew angry, thinking of the people who tried to take her away. He climbed out of the shower and dressed. He walked out to see Sam and Bucky sitting by Belle’s head. “Any updates?”

“Vision has Sharon in a cell in the tower. I took all we found there for FRIDAY to analyze,” Sam replied.

“They also have Lila there as well,” Bucky said with a hard voice. “Tony and Nat will begin their interrogation of her within the hour.”

“Bucky, I’m sorry about Lila.”

“Don’t be. She used me and my love for her to take my best friend. I can’t forgive that.”

Steve pulled Bucky in for a hug and held his best friend as he finally let some emotion shows. They talked quietly, with Steve never letting go of Belle’s hand. A couple of hours later, Steve was leaning against the bed when he felt a movement in his hand. He blinked his eyes open and looked at Belle. Her violet eyes open, still struggling but open. “Hi.”

He cuts Sharon off. “Jealous should be the word that comes out of your mouth.” Steve smirked at her. “Belle is having twins. My boy and my girl.” He leaned forward to the glass. “What? You think she died in that attack?”

Sharon blinked. They never mentioned Belle’s status during the trial. She just assumed she was dead. Sharon began screaming in rage, slamming her fist to the unbreakable glass. “You son of a bitch!”

“I won’t be in the gallery tomorrow, Sharon. Enjoy death.” Steve walked out of the cells, the sounds of Sharon’s screams fading with every step.

“Was that necessary amore mio?”

Steve spun to see Belle standing next to the doorway to the cells. “After what she tried to do to you and my children, absolutely.” Steve placed his hand over Belle’s six-month bump. “How are they today?”

“Just flutters. Should feel them any day.” Belle smiled up at her husband.

“I can’t wait. Wanna feel my princess and my boy.

Belle smiled. “I wanna feel them too.”

“Hi sweet pea.” He leaned forward to press his forehead to hers and then placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’m so happy you’re awake my love.” He kissed her forehead and pulled back to look at her.

“What happened?”

“When you elbowed Beck, the gun went off and you were shot. It was a through and through, but it nicked your liver. You’re gonna be fine.”

Belle nodded in understanding but suddenly gasped and sat up. “The baby?”

“Shh. Easy love. Everything is ok. They are ok. The babies are perfectly healthy and safe.”

“Babies? What do you mean babies?” Belle reached for her stomach. Steve laid his hand on top of hers.

“Lay back Belle. Its ok”. He laid her down and sat on the edge of the bed. “You are pregnant with twins, my love. They checked when they took you to surgery.”

“Twins? Oh my god, twins!”

Steve lifted her hand and kissed her palmed and then placed her small hand on his face. The beard tickled her hand, and she smiled but Steve frowned. “I’m so sorry Belle.”

“Baby…”

“No let me finish. I am so sorry for keeping the truth from you. I’m sorry for lying. I am so sorry that I put you here. Please don’t leave me.” Belle felt a few tears escape her eyes. Steve cupped her face and used his thumb to clear the tears. “Please don’t cry love. Please, I am so…”

“I’m sorry too,” she blurted out. “I’m sorry I ran. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. Please don’t hate me.”

Steve climbed into bed with her as she clung to his shirt and cried. “I could never hate you. You saved me from a life of solitude and darkness. You brought color back into my life. And all at once…

You were the one I was waiting for,” she finished. “I love you.”

“I love you. My baby momma.”

Belle spent the day of the execution in the nursery with Nat, Wanda, MJ and Hope, planning out the room. Mrs. Lewis was taking notes with Belle’s new assistant, Ava. “I think we need to put the cribs here,” Belle pointed, “and the changing table and dresser here. I would like to have twin rocking chairs because I know Steve will want to be in here with me when he can.”

“Of course, Mrs. Rogers,” Ava said as she consulted measurements with Mrs. Lewis.

“Oh Ava, before I forget, we have a dinner with the alumni association on Friday and I will need to attend with Steve. Bucky and Clint will also be attended but Clint is bringing Laura, so I need you to attend with Bucky.”

“S-sure,” Ava stuttered, a flash of pink on her cheeks as she looked down at her tablet. Belle noticed the flush but did not give it any attention but filing it for future use.

“We need to make sure you have a formal dress, Ava. So, we have a fitting at Vera Wang tomorrow.” She looked over the girl. She was a strawberry blonde with green eyes. Petite but curvy. “Red, I think,” she said.

“Oh, Mrs. Rogers…”

“Nope, its Belle.” She turned to Mrs. Lewis. “Please make sure that Marco and Marie know it’s for three ladies. Laura will be joining us unless of course Nat and Wanda are joining us as well.”

“We can make an afternoon of it,” Nat said, understanding what she was trying to do with Ava and Bucky.

“Perfect.” Belle clapped with glee until a look of shock crossed her face. Her hand flew to her belly.

“Belle?” Wanda looked at her. Her eyes flashed red for a moment. “Nat, we need Steve.” Nat picked up her phone and called while the rest of the women crowded her. “Ok, let’s give her a moment alone,” Wanda said with a smile. Steve and Bucky came running in.

“Sweet pea? What’s wrong?”

Wanda approached Ava. “Bucky, can you take Ava outside please?” Bucky flushed slightly at the young woman and offered his arm. He looked back at his best friends as they waited for the room to clear.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Steve looked at his wife.

“Nothing,” she smiled. She took his hand and placed it on the side of her belly.

“Love, what…”

“Just a second.” They waited and then Steve’s eyes widen as Belle felt a kick to her side. He looked down at her belly and then back to her eyes. “I think your son is saying hello.”

“Oh…” he kneeled before his wife. “Hello son. Hey princess. I’m your dad.” A tear formed in his eye. “I love you and your momma so much little ones.” He stayed there a while, caressing her belly and talking to his children. They were interrupted when Bucky walked in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but it’s done.” He looked down.

Steve stood up and held Belle from behind, his hands on her belly. “Did she say anything?”

“Only professing her love for you and then Hail HYDRA.”

Steve nodded. “Ok, well that’s that. Come love, you should rest.”

“Ok.” No emotion crossed Belle’s face. “Oh Bucky, since you will be attending the gala with us, I’ve asked Ava to be your escort for the evening.” She watched as Bucky’s ears turned red as he patted the back of his head.

“Oh, yes, well, ok, if you want, I guess I’m ok with that…” he stammered.

Belle giggled. Steve looked at her curiously before leading her to their room. He laid her down on her sided and then climbed behind her, holding her to his chest. “What do you know, sweet pea?”

“I know that Bucky and Ava are crushing on each other,” she smirked. “And I know that I love you.”

“I love you more my queen.” He kissed her head and smiled. “What about Clint?”

“He’s bringing Laura.” She looked back at Steve, who had a shocked face. “I think seeing what we went through, he didn’t want to be away from the love of his life anymore. I know they divorced because he was an Avenger and thought he was protecting her. I’m just glad he figured out that he couldn’t live without her.”

“My little matchmaker,” Steve chuckled. “You need to rest love.”

“I’m trying; I’m just so tense. Carrying your children is tough.”

“Hmm, well maybe something to help you with that.” Steve got a wicked look on his face as he reaches under her sundress and pulled her panties down. He stroked between her folds. “Already so wet, love,” he whispered in her ear, pressing kisses to her neck.

“Stevie,” she moaned. He was aware of how sensitive she was so he went gentle and slow. He sank a finger into her and arched her back, her belly sticking out more.

“Easy baby,” Steve held her close, letting her feel how turned on he was. He grasped her chin with his free hand to kiss her softly as he added another finger. She moaned into his lips.

“Stevie, I need more.”

Steve smiled as he eased her onto her back. He snaked down as pushed her knees up. He kissed between her thighs and gently licked her folds. She jolted up and Steve chuckled. “Feel good baby?”

“Amore please,” she pleaded. Steve went in, tasting, sucking, drawing out unnatural noises from his wife. Being pregnant made every touch be like a lightning through her. He could feel her starting to reach her peak.

“Cum for me, my queen. Let me taste you.” With a silent scream, her body spasmed, making her see stars. Steve coaxed her down before rolling her to her side again and he removed his jeans and boxers. He got behind her again and lifted a leg, hooking it around his hip, opening her to him from behind. Steve carefully slid into her heat. She moaned loudly as Steve peppered her neck and cheek with kisses. “You feel amazing as ever love.”

“Stevie,” she cried quietly. He was gentle, not wanting to hurt or disturb his children.

“You are a goddess, my love. So warm and tight. Carrying my children. You are even more beautiful now than before,” he whispered as he thrusted softly into her. She keened at the praise, placing her hands over his on her hips. She began to tighten again. “That’s my good girl, let go.” He wrapped his arms around her as she came again and he rutted two more times before spilling into her. He could feel her body relax and she fell asleep with him still inside her. He didn’t dare move, knowing sleep was hard to find for her now. But he was ok, in his happy place, inside his wife, holding his unborn children.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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The Bond Between Us ~ 8

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,335ish

Summary: Obi-Wan and yourself go after Jango Fett, ending up on Geonosis.

Warning: slight angst, death

Notes: Please tell me your thoughts on the chapter! I would love to hear them!

The starship was silent as you and Obi-Wan piloted the ship, following the tracker Obi-Wan had placed on Jango’s. You were grateful that you had left your cloak in the ship to stay dry because you had found your wound bleeding. You made sure to quickly hide it away from the Jedi Master you were with using your cloak. As you flew, you could feel Obi-Wan’s slight frustration toward you and the Council. You knew why he was frustrated at you, he had suspicions of your injury being worse than what you were telling him, but why the Council?

As you exited lightspeed and caught up with Jango’s ship, you were almost immediately surrounded by asteroids.

“He knows we’ve followed him,” you said, having sensed it.

A device floated out of Jango’s ship. R4 beeped at the two of you.

“Seismic charges,” Obi-Wan stated. “Stand by.”

The ship dodged the blast before another one was launched in your direction. The maneuvers that Obi-Wan had the ship do, jostled you. You let out a small whimper.

“Are you alright, little star?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I’m fine!” You responded quickly. “Just wasn’t prepared for those moves, is all.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

Obi-Wan led your ship through an asteroid that Jango had flown into. You let Obi-Wan to most of the piloting, having less experience in it. When you left the asteroid, Jango flew down from behind you and began firing at your ship.

“Oh, blast! This is why I hate flying!” Obi-Wan exclaimed.

“Need some help?” You asked, willing to do what was necessary.

“I’ve got this all under control. You just sit back there and keep pretending like your side isn’t bleeding out.”

“Obi, I—“

“Not now.”

You sighed, sitting back as you let Obi-Wan maneuver the ship around the blasts and asteroids. Right next to R4, the ship was hit. You turned out the window to see that they had launched a targeting missile your way. Obi-Wan began dodging the asteroids, trying to lose the missile.

“Have R4 lose the spare part canisters,” you suggested. “It will give the missile something to hit.”

“R4, prepare to jettison the spare part canisters,” Obi-Wan ordered. R4 beeped in reply. “Fire them now!”

The missile hit the spare parts, allowing Obi-Wan to hide the ship on an asteroid. Obi-Wan turned off the ship so that it would not read on Jango’s sensors.

“Master,” you tried to start up a conversation, “I am sorry that I lied about my side… I just didn’t want you to worry.”

“I always worry about you, my little star,” Obi-Wan replied, just above a whisper. “I have for the last ten years and I will continue to do so. Especially now since…” Obi-Wan stopped himself.

“Since what?”

Since I’ve realized what the Council is creating you into without your knowledge, he thought to himself, having still felt you blocking him. He shook his head. “Nothing. It’s nothing. And… you don’t have to call me ‘Master’, not when it’s just you and I.” You nodded, staying silent as you slowly took down your blockers. “Well, R4, I think we’ve waited long enough.”

R4 beeped, turning the ship back on. Obi-Wan began flying toward the planet. You groaned as you began to feel a migraine coming on. You knew it was from the Force, darkness seeping from this planet. Obi-Wan could sense that you were feeling something.

“Y/N, what’s going on back there?” He asked.

“Darkness…” you breathed out. “Almost like Kamino… darkness shrouds this planet.”

“We’ll be careful then,” Obi-Wan observed the area you were flying closer to. “There’s an unusual concentration of Federation ships over there.”

Obi-Wan flew the ship to one of the canyons and landed it. He got out of the ship before helping you out. You winced at the pain.

“You should stay here,” he said.

“No,” you shook your head. “I can handle this. I’m coming with you.”

“Fine. But stay close.”

~~~

You and Obi-Wan followed the Force and snuck into one of the buildings on the planet. The two of you walked carefully and quietly, following the sounds of machinery. You looked over the edge to see battle droids being made. Obi-Wan and yourself shared a look before venturing further into the building. It didn’t take long for you to find a group of people walking. Hiding behind a wall, you and Obi-Wan listened in. Obi-Wan kept you behind him so that he could protect you more.

“We must persuade the Commerce Guild and the Corporate Alliance to sign the treaty,” the first man stated.

“What about the Senator from Naboo?” A second man asked. “Is she dead yet? I am not signing your treaty until I have her head on my desk.”

“I am a man of my word, Viceroy.”

“With these new battle droids we’ve built for you, you will have the finest army in the galaxy,” another said.

You and Obi-Wan followed the group into another room. You two found a spot higher up to listen and watch. The group had seated themselves at a large, round table.

“As I explained to your earlier, I am quite convinced that 10,000 more systems will rally to our cause with your support, gentlemen,” the first man said.

“Is that—“

“Count Dooku,” Obi-Wan interrupted you.

“The Techno Union army is at your disposal, Count,” one of them stated.

“The Banking Clan will sign your treaty,” another one added.

“Good,” Dooku said. “Very good. Our friends from the Trade Federation have pledged their support, and when their battle droids are combined with yours, we shall have an army greater than any in the galaxy. The Jedi will be overwhelmed. The Republic will agree to any demands we make.”

“Come, let’s go,” Obi-Wan whispered, grabbing your hand to pull you along. “We must inform the Council.”

You nodded, allowing Obi-Wan to drag you along.

~~~

Anakin and Padme had been fine on Naboo until Anakin’s dreams of his mother grew worse. They ended up on Tatooine, where they found that a man named Cliegg Lars had bought your mother and married her. They met the man and his son. They told Anakin and Padme that your mother had been taken by Tuskens and that it was no use to go after her. They believed her to be dead. Anakin couldn’t take that as an answer. Even if Shmi was dead, he was going to bring back her body. He couldn’t even imagine what telling you would be like if he didn’t know for sure, especially since he had just been allowed to have a relationship with you again. So Anakin left Padme with the Lars and went searching for the Tuskens.

When he found their camp, Anakin crept through it. He used the Force to find his way to the right hut. Once found, he used his lightsaber to cut a hole in the back of it and entered. Anger grew inside the young Padawan at the sight of his mother hanging from a wooden frame. Shmi was bloodied and terribly beaten. Anakin rushed over to cut her free before lowering her to the ground with him and cradling her tenderly.

“Mom? Mom?” He called, trying to get a reaction from her.

“Ani?” Shmi rasped. Her eyelids fluttered, barely open. “Ani? Is it you?”

“I’m here, mom. You’re safe.”

“Ani? Ani?” One of her trembling hands came up to his face. “Oh, you look so handsome… my son. Oh, my grown-up son…” She glanced around the best she could. “Is Y/N with you?”

“No,” Anakin shook his head, tears filling his eyes. “She’s not. But I’m going to get you out of here and take you to her, alright? Just hang on, okay?”

“I’m so proud of you, Ani. You and your sister… I have missed you both so much… Now I am complete… I love y—“

Anakin could sense that his mother was slipping away. “Stay with me, mom.”

Shmi’s hand slipped from Anakin’s face. “I love—I— I love…”

Shmi didn’t get to finish her thought, dying in Anakin’s arms. He drew her closer to him, crying into her for a moment before looking up with newfound anger in his eyes.

~~~

You were about halfway to the ship when you suddenly fell to your knees. Your hands came up to your chest as you began to struggle for breath. Your senses were overwhelmed with terrible pain. Obi-Wan could feel it coming from you, though it was clearly not yours.

“Little star,” he called, getting to his knees in front of you. He cupped your cheeks, your tears streaming down into his hands. “Y/N, focus on me. What’s going on?”

“I… pain…” you rasped, unable to get a full breath of air. “Ter… terrible… pain…”

“Close your eyes and focus on the source.”

You closed your eyes and used the Force to try and find where it was coming from.

“Mom,” you gasped. “Anakin.”

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan repeated. “Anakin’s with Padme on Naboo. He is safe.”

“Death… someone… someone has died…”

That sparked something from Obi-Wan’s memories. “Anakin’s dreams… Come here.”

Obi-Wan’s arms came around your back and under your knees before he lifted you into his chest. He walked with speed but was extra careful since he knew your side was still wounded. When he reached the ship, he set you down to sit on the edge of one of the wings. Obi-Wan poured his signature out to yours, trying to do anything to calm you and get you centered again. You were trembling as you sat there. You closed your eyes and began to try and figure out what was happening yourself.

“I’m going to be right here,” Obi-Wan said, kissing your forehead like he had done it a million times before. “I’m going to try and reach the Council.”

He and R4 quickly got to work. You kept your eyes closed, trying to ground yourself in the Force. You could feel Obi-Wan’s signature and you grasped onto it, hoping it would help. You were still focusing when Obi-Wan spoke up again.

“The transmitter is working, but we’re not receiving a return signal,” he said. “Coruscant’s too far.” You made no move to help him, still trying to center yourself. “R4, can you boost the power?” The droid beeped. “We’ll have to try something else.” R4 agreed as the Jedi slipped into the pilot seat. “Maybe we can contact Anakin on Naboo. It’s much closer.” Obi-Wan pressed a few buttons before trying. “Anakin? Anakin, do you copy? This is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Anakin.” Obi-Wan sighed. “He’s not on Naboo. I’m going to try and widen the range. I do hope nothing’s happened to him.”

He glanced your way. You were still unmoving and seemingly in deep focus. He was beginning to worry that maybe that is what you felt, something happening to Anakin. The screen in front of him found Anakin’s tracking signal, pulling his attention back to it.

“That’s Anakin’s tracking signal alright, but it’s coming from Tatooine,” Obi-Wan stated. He pulled himself out of the pilot’s seat. “What in the blazes is he doing there? I told him to stay on Naboo.”

“My mother…” You whispered. Obi-Wan’s head snapped in your direction. “It was my mother’s death… Anakin was there…” You looked up at Obi-Wan, tears falling down your face. “That’s what I felt.”

“Little star…” Obi-Wan went to reach out to comfort you but you shook your head and slid to stand on the ground.

“We haven’t got much time.” You wiped away your tears with your cloak. “You need to send him the message.”

Obi-Wan nodded, reluctantly turning his focus onto R4. “Anakin? Anakin, do you copy? This is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Anakin, mine and Y/N’s long-range transmitter has been knocked out. Retransmit this message to Coruscant. We have tracked the bounty hunter, Jango Fett, to the droid foundries on Geonosis. The Trade Federation is to take delivery of a droid army here and it is clear the Viceroy Gunray is behind the assassination attempts on Senator Amidala. The Commerce Guilds and the Corporate Alliance have both pledged their armies to Count Dooku and are forming a—“

Obi-Wan stopped talking, staring at something from behind you. Your head snapped in the direction that Obi-Wan was looking. Large battle droids were heading your way.

“Wait,” Obi-Wan said as he retrieved his lightsaber. “Y/N, get behind me!”

You ignited your lightsaber and did as you were told. You and Obi-Wan worked together as you tried to fight off the droids and deflect the shots. Unfortunately, the two of you were overcome and forced to be taken into custody. You and Obi-Wan were brought into a room and lifted into tractor beams. Your wrists and ankles were bound to the beam as you slowly turned in circles, Obi-Wan being the same. Your cloaks and lightsabers had been taken off. This allowed Obi-Wan to see that your side was still bleeding.

“You shouldn’t have lied about your side,” Obi-Wan reprimanded. “It needs to be checked over.”

“When we’re out of this mess, you can escort me personally to one of the doctors at the Temple,” you replied. “If that makes you feel better.”

“It’s not a joke, little star.”

“I didn’t say it was.”

The door opened and in came Count Dooku. You could feel the arrogance radiating off of him. You had to bite back a flinch.

“Traitor,” Obi-Wan fired at him.

“Oh, no, my friends. This is a mistake, a terrible mistake,” Count Dooku responded. “They have gone too far. This is madness.”

“I thought you were the leader here, Dooku.”

“This had nothing to do with me, I assure you. I will petition immediately to have you both set free.” Dooku began walking around the room.

“Well, I hope it doesn’t take too long. We have work to do.”

“Of course. And your Padawan here is clearly injured and in need of medical attention.”

“I’m fine,” you responded sharply.

“Yes, I’m sure… May I ask why a Jedi Knight and the Council’s precious Padawan are all the way out here on Geonosis?”

“We’ve been tracking a bounty hunter named Jango Fett,” Obi-Wan explained. “Do you know him?”

“There are no bounty hunters here that I am aware of.” You rolled your eyes at his clearly false answer. “The Geonosians don’t trust them.”

“Who can blame them? But he is here, I can assure you.”

“It’s a great pity that our paths have never crossed before, Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon always spoke very highly of you.” You could feel the heartache that was brought up in Obi-Wan at the mention of his deceased Master. “I wish he were still alive. I could use his help right now.”

“Qui-Gon Jinn would never join you,” you argued. You had known Qui-Gon for only a small time, but you had trusted him completely.

“Don’t be so sure, my young Jedi. He was once my apprentice just as Obi-Wan was once his. He knew all about the corruption in the Senate, but he would never have gone along with it if he had learned the truth as I have.”

“The truth?” Obi-Wan questioned.

“The truth. What if I told you that the Republic was now under the control of the Dark Lord of the Sith?”

“No,” you gasped, shaking your head. But you couldn’t help but feel it to be true. It would explain the darkness you had been feeling as of late.

“That’s not possible,” Obi-Wan argued. “The Jedi would be aware of it.”

“The dark side of the Force has clouded their vision, my friends,” Dooku said. “Hundreds of Senators are now under the influences of a Sith Lord called Darth Sidious.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Dooku smirked as he looked at you. “But the Council’s precious Padawan does.” You couldn’t look at Obi-Wan as his head turned to you. “The Viceroy of the Trade Federation was once in league with this Darth Sidious but he was betrayed ten years ago by the Dark Lord. He came to me for help. He told me everything… You must join me, Obi-Wan, and together we will destroy the Sith!”

“I will never join you, Dooku.”

Dooku nodded, focusing his attention on you. “I’ve heard rumors of you, dear Y/N. So much promise. So much power. If you join me, I can promise not to lock you away like the Jedi Council does. You will be able to show your power like you are destined for.”

“I will never join the dark side, Dooku,” you responded. “I’d rather die.”

“So be it.” Dooku headed for the door. “It may be difficult to secure your release.”

You focused on deep, steady breaths as your eyes stayed trained on the door that Dooku had left from. You were reigning in the unwanted emotions that Dooku had made you feel.

“Little star,” Obi-Wan called. You made no move to show that you had heard him. “Little star, it will be alright. I will get you out of here. I promise.”

“It doesn’t matter…” you breathed out. “What’s happening on Geonosis is going to change the Republic forever, I can sense it in the Force.”

“Your relationship with the Force will never cease to amaze me, Y/N. You truly have a great gift.”

“Yeah, I guess… Dooku was right about something, Obi… the Jedi Council has locked me away. They kept me from Anakin, from you, from other Jedi my own age…. All for what? Because I’m powerful? Because my brother is also a member of the Order?”

“They never told you.”

“Never told me what?”

Obi-Wan sighed. “Do you remember the conversations that Qui-Gon and the Council had about you and your brother?” You nodded. “Do you remember hearing about the Chosen One?”

“Yes. I remember that Qui-Gon believed either Anakin or I was the Chosen One. But after we were all separated, I never heard about it again.”

“Yet they keep reminding Anakin of the burden he may someday bare… I keep reminding him…”

“What are you trying to say, Obi?”

“What I am trying to say is that you have the possibility to be the Chosen One. And I am beginning to believe that the Council thinks you are meant to be the Chosen One instead of Anakin. That is why they wished to train you themselves and kept you separated from a majority of the Order. Again, that is only what I believe. You would need to find the truth for yourself.” You stayed silent, taking it all in. “I can help you gain answers if you would like.”

“Yes, I would really appreciate that.”

“And I,” Dooku suddenly entered the room, “appreciate the information. I now know a possible weakness for the Jedi Council: their precious Padawan, Y/N.”

Dooku chuckled darkly as a Geonosian guard came in and shot something at your neck. Your eyes quickly grew heavy, dark dots filling your vision. Dooku used the Force to stop the beam you were in, dropping your finally unconscious body on the ground.

“No! Y/N!” Obi-Wan shouted, trying to thrash in his restraints.

The Geonosian guards came up and roughly grabbed your unconscious body before they began dragging you away. A fear unlike anything Obi-Wan had ever felt before bloomed in his chest.

“Y/N!” He yelled again. He looked down at Dooku with a glare. “What are you going to do with her?”

Dooku responded with a smug look on his face. “That, my old friend, all depends on her.”

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brunchable · 2 years

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hey i really love your posts so i wonder if i could make a request of a dead avenger reader x stephen strange. the reader died during the fight with wanda, stephen could not get over her death so he decided to take a walk around ny to clear his mind but ends up feeling way worse becuase everything around him reminds him of her so like a bit of flashbacks and stuff!! i feel like this would be very angsty with some fluff ofc. idk this might be too long but if you could i would like to see where you would go with it!!

Till There Was You || Doctor Strange x Dead!Avenger Reader

Word count: 1.4K Genre: Angst. :( Warning: Character death. Brief Story Summary: Stephen tries to take his mind away from you by taking a walk around the neighbourhood, only for his memories of you to come flooding through. Dedicated to: @strangeobsessed A/N: I am so sorry this took so long.

It’s been a month since the thing Stephen had feared the most had happened and he's got no one to blame but himself for not resisting you, he was the one that led you to your demise. No matter how many times Wong or America tried to tell him that it wasn't his fault, he still took the blame upon himself. He knows he needs to start moving on but the love he had left for you was hindering him. How could he move on from a woman who had left a strong mark on him?

You took your last breath in the hospital where you succumbed to your injuries during the battle with Wanda. You opened your eyes and smiled at him when you saw him by your side, and then closed them again as you began to flat line. It was the last time he saw you awake and alive. He got up to give you a kiss on the forehead, at which point your heart started and beat for a couple more seconds, and then slowly stopped again.

Your soft, fragile hands grew cold like stone. Stephen exhaled what was left of his sanity. Every second he shared with you travelled through his mind. He was unable to control his sobbing, and tears flowed freely from his eyes. Regrets and shame about the times he was mad at you or didn’t come see you in the hospital, consumed his body with guilt and pain. He could not comprehend what was happening. The thought of being alone once again in this god forsaken world, scared him. Never again would he see you smile. Never again would you call him Doctor Wizard, a nickname you used to tease him with that he’s grown to love.

The weight of his heart could bring him to his knees, “I love you, I’m sorry.” Stephen whispered, leaning over the hospital bed. His heart sank to his feet. He thought, what’s the point of living his life if you’re gone? The closer you became, the harder it was for him to lose you and the longer it took for his heart to heal.

Stephen rushed out of the Sanctum to clear his mind, even though the Sanctum was huge, it felt like a confined space where memories of you just came to haunt him. He didn’t want to be reminded that you were gone. He didn’t know what to do with the rest of your things, everyday the little reminders you left like photos, plushies, paintings and books gets harder to look at. Whoever said that it gets easier over time was a liar—he couldn’t even hold a photo of you in his hands without his hands trembling. He has considered giving away all your stuff because it was hard to keep it around—it makes him feel like you were still there, that you’re going to come back.

A couple holding hands walks past Stephen, reminding him of what’s missing. The touch of your hands, the warmth it gave him and the sense of you beside him. Maybe it was better if he stayed inside because even out here, everything reminds him of you. Butterflies flew around the flowers in Central Park and one landed on his shoulder. You loved butterflies, and since you died, he’s had them land on him with strange regularity wherever he was around the world.

“Oh my gosh! Stephen, look!” You pointed enthusiastically at the Blue Morpho you spotted in the park garden.

“What exactly am I looking at?” Stephen squinted his eyes, trying to spot what you were pointing at.

“The blue iridescent butterfly, can you see? Over there!” You pointed at the most unique one in the garden.

Stephen finally spotted the butterfly and nodded, “Wow, it’s very pretty.”

“I know right? But you know what’s sad? They would never know how beautiful they are because they can’t see their wings.”

“Sounds like someone I know.” Stephen chuckled and looked at you.

You rolled your eyes and bumped him with your shoulder, “Don’t try to get cheesy with me—I’ll throw you to the moon.”

The butterfly stayed on his shoulder even though he continued on walking through the path, “Don’t get cute with me—I’m mad at you for leaving me behind.” Stephen mumbled under his breath, as he started a conversation with a butterfly.

He chuckled to himself, “Look what you did to me, I’m going crazy, talking to a butterfly…ridiculous.”

Stephen climbs up the hill and finds the spot in the grass where you and him used to lay together to stargaze with the telescope you recklessly bought. The butterfly flew off as he laid down on the grass to look at the cloudy sky. You used to talk in this spot for hours on end, laughing at each other’s jokes while you waited for the sky’s colours to change. For a long moment, it was as if he could feel you laying beside him. If he turns his head to look, he’d see you with your hands pointed towards the sky, showing him all the constellations you knew of, your eyes sparkling as you talk about all the things that interest you—but he didn’t dare to look because he was afraid to see the empty space beside him.

Stephen took a deep breath as he felt the pressure behind his eyes building up and tears rolled down the side of his face, he missed your presence the more he imagined that you were there beside him.

“Damn it— I wish you were here.” He whispered towards the heavens, “I wish you were really there, right next to me. I wish I could look over and see the fascinated expression in your eyes when you look at the stars—see you smiling back at me. I wish I could tuck your hair behind your ears again and tell you how beautiful you are—I don’t know how to move on from you.” He says through his tears, a sharp pain stabs through his chest as the weight of his own wishes hits him. Stephen covered his eyes with his arm, his expression tightened as if all of his facial muscles were holding in his emotions which he failed to suppress—choking on a small but audible sob.

The last heartfelt conversation you had with him entered his mind, in the amount of months you’ve been together you never once asked why he chose you because you never doubted how he felt about you—but on that particular day, you were curious, you felt the urge to know why he loves you. You knew you wouldn’t be at peace if you didn’t ask.

You were sitting on the opposite chair from Stephen while you stared at him. He nibbled at the end of his pen while reprinting certain spell books since the snow had destroyed them.

He couldn’t ignore the way you were staring at him, so he looked up at you.

"Something wrong?" He asked. Because he recognised the way you were looking at him, there was a trace of worry in his voice since he wasn’t really fond of that kind of look.

"Why do you love me?"

The words that came out of your lips pierced him right to his very centre. Such a simple question, yet you couldn't see the answer? From the opposite side, he grabbed both of your hands. The words that he spoke came out of his lips in a stream, an answer that he had thought about so much that it was almost automatic.

"The way your eyes light up when you become excited about something is one of the reasons why I love you. In spite of your opinion that you think your laugh sounds like a dying pig, I love you because your laughter makes my heart soar. You are the reason I love myself, because you give me hope when it feels like the entire world is against me. I adore you because of the way that you express your affection for me, whether it is by a single touch or a million words. Either way, I know that I am loved by you. Because you’re always there for me when I'm having a bad day. Cause my day won’t be made until I feel your presence next to me. There are many reasons as to why I love you, my dear. But there's only one way for me to properly summarise it."

As the smile that he loved so much grew over your face, he gave you the summarised response to the question you had asked.

"I love you, because you're you. And that's all that matters to me. My world was dark and grey, till there was you."

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pinksirensong · 2 years

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Good day! Would like to request a Morpheus x Jealous Fem! Reader. Angst & a fluffy ending. Thank u! 🥰

Hii!! Sorry it took so long, I don't know if it's exactly how you wanted it, but I hope you enjoy it <3

warning: angst, kind of depressive thoughts and suggestive ending (hehe)

Y/N could hear his words echoing inside her head “It has been 10,000 years, Nada. Yes. I still love you.”, she was the one by his side for thousands of years, before, during and after his imprisonment, being locked away with him at that fishbowl. How naïve of her to even think that the many nights you shared meant to him the same as to her. She was just a demigod daughter of Hades who gained immortality after sacrificing herself to save Mount Olympus, but Nada was a Queen, a leader. It was hard to ignore it, she was there when he said it and not even for a moment Morpheus thought about her feelings.

Then there was Calliope, the kind muse who was the mother of his son Orpheus, and once again Y/N was present to see the tension between them. She wanted to hit him, scream at him and call him a liar for making her believe he loved her back, but she was too tired. Jealousy was an ugly feeling, and it was consuming too much of her, all the time she just didn’t feel like enough and instead she felt like a second choice. Today this was going to stop, she was tired of this pain.

- What are you doing? – she heard his voice coming from the bedroom door. She threw more clothes inside her bag and closed it.

- Leaving. I never had much here, but if I missed something you are more than welcome to set it on fire.

- I do not understand. – she let out a unhumorous laugh and tried to leave the bedroom without success, because he held her wrist. – Y/N, please. Tell what is happening. Why are you leaving the Dreaming? Why are you leaving me? – the demigod needed to get away, it was too hard seeing him hurt like that but also knowing it was for the best.

- Because I’m tired of feeling like a consolation prize to you. – he tried to speak, but she wouldn’t let him. Morpheus asked what was going on and now he would listen to her. – Have you any idea of how I felt when you told Nada that you still loved her? I was right there and yet it was like you simply ignore it. And then you dragged me to save your ex-wife, and while I’m glad she’s okay and we did the right thing, did I truly had to witness you giving her your lovey-dovey eyes? Must you rub in my face that you don’t love me? After everything I though at least you would spare me some empathy.

- Y/N…

- I’m leaving, Morpheus. I shall go back to my home, at the Underworld, with my father Hades.

- No, you cannot leave. Y/N, please, please listen to me. – the tears she was holding back now she was shedding them. It was impossible to hold the sadness and the hurt inside her, the last thing she wanted was to do this. Could he see how much it pained her to leave him? Couldn’t he make it easier for her? – I am utterly sorry for all the pain I caused you but more than this, I am sorry that you ever felt like I didn’t love you. That you weren’t my first choice, because you are. Y/N, you will always come first for me. I cannot free Nada, for I’ve not forgiven her, but I thought perhaps that response would ease some of her pain. – he touched her check and Y/N closed her eyes, letting him get closer to her. – And Calliope and I will always share a connection because of our son and our shared pain, but you are mistaken for I could never love her, Nada or anyone else when you are the one holding my heart.

- Morpheus…

- Do not leave me, my love. There is no life for me without you, I would be simply existing and fulfilling my purpose. I can only be alive with you, only your love can bring joy to my heart and meaning to my days. From this day on I shall show you every second of every day how much I truly love you. – she left her bag behind and throwed herself at him.

- I love you, Morpheus. – no more words were needed, she pulled him for a kiss. Getting her in his arms at bridal style and throwing her at their shared bed, he vowed to himself to never let her think such things ever again, and tonight Morpheus would show her how much he loved her.

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◈ "THE DAY WILL COME WHEN YOU WON'T BE" ⸻ RYOMEN SUKUNA

◈ SYNOPSIS︙ Sukuna, a rebel, a man who just seeks fun at the end of the world, finally atones for his sins, in every conceivable way.

◈ PAIRING︙ Ryomen Sukuna x afab!reader

◈ GENRE︙ Angst, DARK CONTENT, zombie apocalypse AU

◈ WORD COUNT︙ 3k

◈ WARNINGS︙ Dark content, angst, suicide attempt, kidnapping, blood, murder, major character death.

◈ AUTHORS NOTE︙ THANK YOU @davidahlia for the help bro!! Also I'm reposting this. This is also an entry for this collab by @medusashima!! ❤️

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK APPRECIATED

The door of that larger car would slide open, and a tranquilizer would be shot right at Sukuna's shoulder, making the man fall unconscious.

"The threat has been shot down."

Uttered a mysterious voice. And right in front of you, a well-armed man would come out, trying to arm lock you and pull you into the car. Another man would tie you up and put a tape on your mouth, tossing you to the back of the car. A larger man with glasses was looking forward, said glasses shining through the darkness.

"You will be okay.

Suddenly, you would feel a tranquilizer in your neck.

After a few hours, you would wake up in some sort of room, your hands chained, and the same man with large glasses standing in front of the door. Near the door was a large glass window, directly leading to the sight of Sukuna: bloodied and tied up to a chair. You couldn't remember a thing. But the moment you saw Sukuna all tied up, and hurt, you began crying, and you wanted to rush to his side, only to realize — you couldn't move.

"Hello there, Y/n. Worry not, your flesh remains untouched, and the monster has been contained. You are safe now."

"Sukuna!"

You screamed for him, worry and pain was visible in your tone as you just wanted to be near him. You hated seeing him like that. "What have you done?! Let us go now! He's not a monster you asshole!"

You kept on fidgeting with the chains and trying to pull your hands out of the grip. You wanted to kill this man for hurting Sukuna. And you wanted to be with Sukuna. You were scared the man wanted to kill him.

"Your view is biased thanks to the brainwashing he has caused in you. I worry for your wellbeing, and it sickens me to my stomach to even believe what he did to you."

You looked at the man like he was completely crazy. Sukuna didn't brainwash you. He saved your life, and he was good to you. Only good to you. He didn't deserve that.

"Please stop it! He didn't... Brainwash me... He... He saved my life"

The man shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets. He looked somewhat like a maniacal priest, but he was in fact a hunter. A skilled one. A man of law, one whose only goal was to keep humanity safe from monsters.

"You may be unaware, but Sukuna is the cause of countless atrocities. Forgive me for the chains, those were orders of an underling of mines. It was my mistake to keep him unsupervised. But granting how you are acting, I suppose it's best you remain chained."

The man turned to the glass, staring at the Sukuna that was very much hurt. "I am Giffard Gabriel- A Hunter and a Judge. And Sukuna's judgment is long due."

You weren't a liar. You would even admit how pathetic you were and how he just... Kept you around, and looked after you.

"He took me away from my camp... There were horrible old men there that always wanted to... Do horrible things to me... And... He took me away from that. He's been protecting me. Let him go"

You were... Begging him at this point. You wanted to be with him at least. "At least... Let me be with him"

Gabriel's very neutral tone began shifting. His eyebrows raised, like if his eyes under the shining glasses had widened. Slowly looking down, Gabriel took a deep breath, before uttering to himself. "Could a demon ever atone for his own sins...?"

Gabriel pulled out keys from his pockets, slowly approaching you without any evil intent. He unlocked the chains on your wrists, using his arms to hold you when you fell. He then let you get up, as he backed away and turned to face the door, opening it and heading to Sukuna, in the middle of the room.

"Men. Halt. This is a direct order from your leader. You are all prohibited from laying any more injuries on this man. Anyone that breaks this rule shall be personally executed by me."

A loud gasp coming from all the soldiers that were ready to fire at sukuna- but Gabriel was their leader. And they knew very well what would happen if they ignored those rules. So they simply backed away. Gabriel then got closer to Sukuna, and drew a cross with his own blood at his forehead. "In the name of God himself, I forgive you for your sins."

Sukuna knew better than to react to this- There were countless men ready to fire, and a blood-thirsty hunter there. Any wrong move would cause him to be dead. Gabriel pulled a long weapon, cutting down the ropes that tied Sukuna to the chair, and he then backed away.

Sukuna waited for Gabriel to leave the room so he finally got up from the chair, stumbling across the large room until he got to you — Where he attempted to hug you tightly, but only fell weak in your arms. "I'm... sorry…"

You immediately hugged him back tightly, you began crying your eyes out into him. He looked horrible and you were blaming yourself for it. And he was apologizing, he didn't need to. He did nothing wrong. You carefully pulled back from the hug, cupping his cheeks very gently.

"Please don't say sorry. Look at what they did to you"

You once again hugged him, you were however making sure to be extra gentle when you did so, before you carefully led him back to the chair so he could sit down.

"Don't move too much, but I'm here now" You sniffled as you tried to calm yourself down, as best as you could. You hated to see how the person you loved most being so... Hurt.

"Hey... stop..." Sukuna used the last of his strengths to push you away as you forced him on the chair. Sukuna shook his head and cleaned the blood from his mouth, before he just coughed up more blood.

"They're right. I'm a monster. I deserve all of this — And even more, because I dragged you into this."

He got up, like nothing had happened, and in a moment of anger, he simply broke down the chair with a single kick. He clenched his fists and began walking away, stopping after a few steps.

You shook your head, you didn't want him to do this. You needed him. Even though you flinched when he kicked the chair, you immediately went up to him. You were lost without him. You needed him, and you loved him.

"Don't do this to me. Don't. I need you Sukuna. Please don't leave me"

"Why do you want to stay at my side so much? A few hours ago, you looked like you hated me. It's safer if you stay that way. You saw what happens if you side with the monster." Sukuna scoffed. He didn't want to say that, he didn't mean to say that — He just wanted you to be safe. And nothing else.

"Look. ...I love you. But... you're risking yourself by just staying at my side. So the first right thing I'll ever do in my life is leave. I wish the best for you." Sukuna began walking, very slowly. He wanted to leave, but at the same time he didn't. His brain was... conflicted.

You went tense. Tense because he said... He loved you, but was quick to catch up to him walking away, and hugging him tightly from behind. But you made sure to avoid his wounds.

"Please don't. I love you too. I don't want you to leave me. I can't be alone again... Please" For the first time ever, you were genuinely begging someone to stay by your side.

Sukuna flinched when you hugged him. And in fact, a single tear fell from his eyes. He didn't want to leave you, but he didn't want to risk your safety either. So when you broke the hug, Sukuna quickly turned to face you and grabbed you by the legs and back — Holding you bridal-style, as he leaned forward and gave you a passionate kiss — a very long one. When he broke the kiss, he looked into your eyes. "Stay with me, okay?"

Completely ignoring his own injuries at that moment. He put you on the ground once again, and offered his hand for you to hold, walking through the room until you reached a large door — which slowly slid open for them, revealing their car out there. "Let's get out and go back. I need to rest."

A faint smile came to your face when he said he wanted you to stay. You immediately followed him when he put you down, making sure to have a firm grasp on his hand, like your life depended on it. When you got to the car, you ran to the driver's seat.

"I'm driving though" You insisted as you got in the car and started the car up. Before you started to drive, you wiped your tears away properly and took a deep breath.

"Not like I could drive anyways."

He said, heading himself to the backseat and lying there, completely tired and breathing heavily.

"Did you mean it?" You looked at him as you began driving, before looking back at the road ahead

"When you said you love me. Did you... Mean it?"

When you asked something, he didn't respond at first, since he didn't understand. But when you asked again, he coughed and answered properly. "More... than I ever meant... something in my... entire life."

Sukuna said, before coughing even more blood out. His injuries were pretty bad, but he would pull through. He smiled, sitting up and adjusting himself on the seat. "I wanted someone close... i didn't know I wanted a partner. Whaddya say?"

He was suddenly cut by another cough.

"Two lovers, ridin' free on our own rhythm... I never felt this before, so I can only assume it's love. Please, be at my side."

You smiled at his last statement, but it was a sad smile. Because you couldn't stay at his side even if you wanted to. You eyes were watering and there was a visible crack in your voice when you voiced the next words. "Yeah... I'll stay by your side as long as I'm alive"

"I won't let you die."

After another few minutes you stopped by his hideout, and as soon as the car stopped moving, you burst into tears, letting your forehead fall onto the steering wheel. "I'm sorry Sukuna." You felt the need to apologize for what you were about to tell him. But you hoped he would just... End up hating you.

Sukuna leaned closer, putting his hands on your shoulders as you stopped the car. He was somewhat worried about what you had to tell, so he tilted his head and lifted one of his eyebrows.

"Sorry for...? What happened?" Sukuna was confused and worried. After all he had gone through, he wondered what would be the next bad news.

You lifted your head to look at him, your eyes showed nothing but sadness. You knew you were gonna die, and he was probably gonna be so mad at you "Please don't freak out..."

You lifted your shirt slightly to show him a visible bite mark on your lower back, you immediately lowered your shirt, drying your tears. "Thank you... For everything"

A quiet chuckle escaped his lips as he saw the mark. But his expression was... one of almost panic. "That's... how it ends?"

Sukuna slowly walked out of the car, opening the storage on the back of said car and picking up a literal molotov, lighting it up and tossing it on the hideout, which began slowly burning.

"AFTER ALL I'VE BEEN THROUGH, I FINALLY FIND SOMEONE I WANT AT MY SIDE, AND SHE'S FATED TO DIE!?" Sukuna fell on his knees, laughing maniacally as he seemed to be crying. He was done with everything. Even after being forgiven, the one he wanted at his side would be gone. And gone for good. He slowly pulled a handgun from his pockets and pointed it at his head, but he let it fall. "Why didn't you tell me sooner...? WHY DID YOU LET ME LOVE YOU!?"

You got out of the car, your skin was already pale, you already looked like a corpse, and you had a fever that came straight from hell. You let tears run down your face, standing behind Sukuna. You were selfish. "I wanted to... Be loved... Before I die... I'm sorry. I know I was selfish"

You wiped your tears away again, trying to give him somewhat of a smile, like you wanted to show him that everything would be okay, but you knew it wasn't gonna be okay.

"Please can you... Stay by me... Until I die? I don't wanna be alone... I don't wanna stay... As one of those things. You need to put me down when I wake up again. It has to be you... Please" You were begging him. You didn't want to end up another lost soul roaming around. You wanted to be... Peaceful.

"You made me suffer... You made me go through worse than I already had faced..."

Sukuna punched the ground, actually creating a crack on it. But he slowly got up, watching as his hideout burned brighter and brighter. He turned to you, his watery, red eyes locking into yours.

"But I can't get myself to hate you..." Sukuna approached you and gave you a hug, digging his face on your neck and tightening his embrace as much as he could.

"I swore to be at your side until the end. Here I am." Sukuna broke the hug, only to kiss you passionately. His last kiss, his last goodbye. When the kiss was broken, he sat down on the ground, laying you on his lap. "I'm not gonna be alive enough to miss you. I can't get myself to live another day alone... not again."

You didn't cry anymore. Instead, you smiled at him, you didn't want him to die because of you. Your only wish would be to let him live. "Sukuna you can't die. You'll be fine. You're gonna live. Please just do that for me... Okay?"

You sat up slightly, only to lean against his chest, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Just stay alive please" You whispered to him, and you took one of his hands, holding onto it and resting your head again on his chest. Smiling again, just once more at him.

"I'm... Going to sleep now... Good night..."

You whispered to him and closed your eyes. You felt comfortable, peaceful. You looked peaceful too, like you had just... Fallen asleep. Your heart finally stopped beating, and your breath came to a halt, as you fell into long and eternal sleep.

Sukuna was strong not to cry over this. He held you in his arms, looking over your deceased body with nothing but anger and sadness. He was once again, alone. No one at his side, no one to love him, no one for him to love, and half of the survivors probably still hated him. He just wanted to die, at this point.

"Come back..." He pleaded. But he knew it was useless. Tears began running down his eyes as he left your body on the ground, getting up and grabbing a handgun. There were exactly... two bullets.

"I never thought I would do this..."

He pointed it steady at your head, ready to shoot the monster version of his lover. His heart ached every second he thought about having lost you. He had nothing else to live for. His hideout was burnt by himself, his lover was dead, and he would probably die of hunger, or because of his wounds.

"Wake up... let me get this done with…"

The whole night. You hadn't moved an inch the whole night. Dawn was starting to break, the sun shining on your translucent, pale skin. You looked beautiful, even when you were a corpse. You just looked like... A doll.

But you wouldn't be in that state for very long, as your fingers started to move, and a breathless gasp came from you.

And then your eyes opened.

They were now a blue kind of color, and the moment the undead you locked your eyes onto Sukuna, you growled, snarled and your arms lifted in an attempt to get to your very first meal. You were ... A monster.

Sukuna had a long while to think about his future without his lover. He was so burdened by this loss that he couldn't even sleep. So burdened that when you woke up as a monster, Sukuna missed the first shot. But he steadied his arm, focusing his sights and finally shot you in the head, as he fell to his knees. "I used all two bullets... what will be of m-"

Bang.

A loud shot coming from a sniper rifle, piercing Sukuna's head from the side, splattering blood on the ground and almost instantly killing the man. Whoever killed sukuna, planned this all along.

"Mahito, the man is dead. Definition of a corpse." A giggle as the assassin slid down the mountain, checking on both corpses to make sure... they were both dead.

"If the stupid priest won't do it, we will. Maybe leaving the girl to die back at the camp was a nice idea to begin with."

The man began laughing maniacally and loudly, as he gave a kick to your deceased body and pulled a shotgun- shooting your head open before doing the same with Sukuna. "Now let Romeo and Juliet rest- and rot as corpses."

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

a/n: so......it hasn't been that long since chapter ten has it? i swear i meant to pop the last four chapters out before my last semester ended. But between the chaos in my life growing each month, and my last year of college I kind of forgot about this story altogether. To be entirely honest i didn't intend on finishing it. Except here I am now on winter break and ready to finish! I swear. I won't vanish again. I have plotted out the remainder of this story and am writing chapter twelve as i post this. So the story will have an end. I swear.

I just want to say a big ass fucking THANK YOU to those who left comments on the last chapter. I literally have so many of them screenshotted and saved on my phone to re-read on bad days and that's why I'm finishing this fic. Cause i love you guys.

Also a massive thank you to @apascalrascal who beta read this chapter and to @caesaryoulater who also read it through and told me she loved it. And a special thanks to @themarcusmoreno who continues to be my enabler for everything and anything. This series included. I couldn't have done it without you guys. I think that's it! So without further ado, please enjoy this tension filled chapter of a dinner with friends.

summary: "come to dinner" poe said, "it'll be great" poe said. what a fucking liar.

word count: 10.3k+

pairing: 1980s!din djarin x fem!reader

warnings: slightly explicit (we'll get there guys), cussing, angst, fluff, lots of apologies, alcohol consumption, dry humping, poe dameron losing his will to live, poe dameron's sanity being tested, sexual tension, yelling, and some horrible attempts at comedy.

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You knew he was there before even fully waking up. The warmth of his arm was pressed into your waist, his breath hitting the back of your neck and causing the hair to stand up. At one point in the night the covers had been pushed down to the end of the bed—his body being the one thing that kept you warm. Yup…you knew he was there alright. So, why didn’t you get up? Why did you burrow further into his hold—smiling slightly as he pulled you closer, his nose pressing into your hair?

There was a term used for this kind of behavior and while you’d call it self inflicted torture, someone like Liv would have used something much stronger. It’s not like you didn’t want this. You did. Fuck, you wanted more than this. But the memories from last night were still fresh in your mind, playing on a twisted loop to remind you of what he did.

What you chose.

Except you could still feel the pressure of his lips against yours, the way he’d made your head spin…just like before. You wished you could simply forget. Yes, that would make things easier—in fact it would make you feel better. You would be able to look over everything he said to you, all the pain you were put through only to come to one conclusion. Living a life without Din Djarin, was not a life you wanted. Shit, it didn’t even seem like a life you could have. So, why couldn’t you forget?

The real reason was…you knew why. You were just too fucking afraid to say it out loud.

“I can hear you thinking,” he mumbled—the sound of his voice scaring you out of your worried state.

“How long have you been awake?”

A puff of air hit your neck, his raspy chuckle following it. “Long enough to know you’re panicking.”

“I’m not…panicking.” That was a lie—you were absolutely panicking.

Between his bar being turned into literal ash, his wounded state, and the fact that you had yet to discuss what you were, you felt as if your brain was halfway through running a 5k and you were barely at the starting line. What you really needed was time to breathe. Except the thought of leaving him again splintered what was left of your already broken heart. You were connected to him—beyond what the both of you could comprehend and that’s why you stayed.

You wanted to be there.

Turning, you kept your eyes shut until you felt his arm settle back over your waist. If you didn’t look at him maybe things would be better. Maybe you wouldn’t feel like your entire world was shattered and put back together in only a manner of weeks. Maybe…you’d figure out how to finally let him back in. They were all things you had trouble with—aspects of your life you wished you could forget about. Only you couldn’t. Letting Din back in meant forgiving everything that happened and for the life of you…you couldn’t do it. You didn’t know why.

“Are you going to open your eyes for me sweetheart?”

No. The word rang in your head like an alarm bell, because you knew what would happen if you opened your eyes. You’d fall in love with him again and it would be easier than breathing; a fact that both excited you and left a thrill of fear streaking down your spine. You were terrified of letting him in again—terrified of what he’d do.

“I want to,” you whispered, eyes still squeezed shut as he ran a finger down your cheek, making you shiver. “Fuck I want you.”

“You have me.”

You felt like you were going to cry the longer you lay there wallowing in your own pain, but you needed this. More than he did. He dealt with his own pain by leaving and it took you until now to realize you never truly dealt with yours. You only shoved it to the side in the hopes that it would one day disappear like everything else you harbored. All the grief William put you through somehow amounted to all the pain Din put you through. Until one day…it combined and you could no longer discern who broke what piece of your heart.

“Do I?”

His hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head back until his nose was brushed against yours. “Sweetheart I’m yours till the day I die.”

Scoffing, you felt a tear fall down your cheek towards your nose. He caught it in time. “You shouldn’t joke about something that literally almost happened.”

“Too soon?”

You shoved his shoulder. “You think Romeo?”

“Fuck…I missed that,” he breathed, pressing his nose against your cheek, lips brushing against yours.

“I thought you hated that?” It was maddening to be so close to what you wanted, centimeters apart, and still so far away—lost to the labyrinth of your mind.

“I don’t care what you call me sweetheart. As long as it’s you who’s calling me it.”

There it was. The truth that had yet to be fully untangled from the web of your messy pasts and feelings. You’d love him through all of this; through all of the pain, because he would do the same. He’d love you until the stars died in the sky, until you were buried beneath the ground side by side—just as it was always meant to go. Fate had a funny way of twisting two people together and you were fucking glad it chose Din Djarin to be that person.

“Din,” you whispered, finally opening your eyes and meeting the brown eyes you couldn’t forget even if you tried. “Kiss me.”

The words were barely audible, a mere brush of air across his chin, but you knew he heard them as if they were shouted in his ear. Closing the gap, he pressed his lips against yours in a messy but overdue kiss. Last night didn’t count. Not when you were both in shock from what happened. No, this…this right here is what you’d call your reunion—a choice you both made in the early morning hours of the day.

You moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue slid against yours, hand digging into his hair to keep him close while his went to your hip. If there’s one conclusion you could come to after all of this it was this. Din Djarin kissed like he was running out of time. He devoured you like you’d be gone in a few seconds, forever lost to the ravages of time and knowing your reputation of the past month…he had good reason to. While he still tasted the same, you felt the difference in his hold and really everything about him.

This wasn’t him kissing you because you asked him.

This was him apologizing one more time, because when it came to Din…he’d never be able to say sorry enough times to feel okay with what his past amounted to.

So, you took all the pain and reflected it back to him. You moaned into the kiss—proving to him that this, him, is what you wanted. There wouldn’t be another choice for you; that much you were entirely sure of. His arm circled, your waist, tugging you closer and rolling onto his back dragging you with him. You still kissed him; still leaned further into his touch and licked fervently into his mouth. He shuddered as your nails dug into the nape of his neck; his hips bucking up into yours, bringing a smile to your lips.

“Eager,” you teased.

He pulled back, mouth opening to shoot back what would no doubt be an eviscerating comment, but all that came out was a deep broken groan. His head falling back into the pillow as you dropped your hips fully onto his—grinding your cunt along his clothed cock. Sex was off the table. The both of you knew this. But riling Din up drew a different kind of pleasure to your body, until you felt like you were floating as you watched him lose his mind.

“Fuck,” he rasped, eyes opening to reveal his once brown eyes now turned dark. “You’re going to kill me sweetheart.”

You shook your head, dragging your hips forward and gasping at the pressure. “Not exactly—oh—”

His hands splayed on your hips, guiding your movements as if you were actually riding him. If you imagined hard enough you could remember what it felt like to have him inside you—the stretch of him filling you completely until you were gasping for breath. Part of you wanted to have it back, beg him to fuck you into the mattress like he used to. But last night still happened and you weren’t so keen to forget about it. So, with a stuttered jolt of your hips, you stopped, shifting forward to kiss him languidly instead.

A soft moan was swallowed by him, his hand coming up to clutch the back of your neck gently—kissing you back. Only with him every kiss felt just as filthy as fucking him did. What started off slow and sweet became a mixture of spit, teeth, and tongues licking hotly into each other’s mouths, driving one another insane. You were shaking as he ran his hands down your back, the warmth of his palms seeping into your t-shirt covered skin. Fuck, you wanted more than just kissing him. You wanted all of it. The romance, the love, the sex.

You wanted him.

Except the tiny—almost minuscule—amount of doubt continued to ring in the back of your head.

The door to your bedroom opened swiftly and you jolted back, nipping sharply at his bottom lip enough to draw a small amount of blood.

“Breakfast is ready if you two are done fucking,” Liv said rushing down the hall before the pillow you threw could actually hit her in the face.

Din fell back onto the bed, his hands still on your hips as you remained on his lap. If you could locate your camera, you’d take a picture of this sight—placing it right beside the polaroid of him in the record shop. But after your breakup you gave it to Poe to keep, making sure that you didn’t have it around to break when you broke down again. The sunlight broke through your half opened curtains, casting a glow along his face, causing him to look ethereal. It was a wonder he truly didn’t see what you did—always shying away from the compliments you gave him.

“Are you hungry?” you asked, shifting to clamber—rather ungracefully—off his lap.

You didn’t catch the way his eyes opened, taking in your half bare form, his erection still pressing painfully along the tight confines of his jeans. “Yeah,” he murmured, the taste of you mixed with copper still stuck on his tongue.

“Liv makes some good pancakes.” You grabbed your own jeans, shoving them on to look at least semi-presentable.

When in reality you would much rather lock the door and ride your ex-boyfriend until he couldn’t think straight. Shaking your head you attempted to rid yourself of those thoughts. Liv would see them a mile away and you refused to give her the satisfaction of knowing you were so in love it hurt. You willed away the spark of heat that began to stir in your stomach that only seemed to grow the longer he stared at you from where he was sitting—half naked with dark eyes that kept you frozen in place. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful version of yourself. When merely you were sporting a messy look as you fought against the arousal burning low.

None of that mattered to him though.

You’d known that the second you finally set your heart on letting him in. He only wanted you—in whatever form you took, whatever way you looked—he would take it in a heartbeat.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you said, glancing away as he stood to his full height, moving forward to cup your chin. “It’s distracting.”

“Good,” he replied.

A swift kiss was pressed to your lips; a broken sound leaving your throat as he cemented the arousal in your mind—reminded you of what it felt like in the early days of being with him. It was hard to believe so much time had passed between the two of you. When in reality it felt like years had gone by in a blink of an eye. Leaning forward you pressed against his bare chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms as he continued to kiss you slowly…deeply.

“We have to…” Your eyes fluttered open to see him sporting a small smile on his face.

“Breakfast?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes we have to do that.”

“C’mon sweetheart.” He slipped his singed shirt back on, his eyes glancing at the burned spot on the corner of it.

You knew it would take time to recover from what happened for the both of you. His bar was his home; the one place he felt completely safe, and now it was gone in the blink of an eye. Going back to it would be a difficult feat in itself. One you’d done before him, and one you’d be glad to help him in accomplishing.

The kitchen smelled like pancakes and coffee; the scent filling your nose when you walked out. Liv was pouring a cup of coffee as surprisingly Poe cooked eggs with Finn watching over his shoulder—most likely to make sure he didn’t burn them. You hadn’t expected them to show up here, but knowing the debacle from last night, they probably had nowhere else to go. The door swung open, Paz traipsing in behind the woman you recognized as his girlfriend. He carried a grocery bag overflowing with food, her hands holding onto a different paper bag.

“Djarin!” he exclaimed, dropping the groceries unceremoniously on the counter, not bothering to see if they stayed upright. “We stopped by the bar.”

Just the mere mention of it caused Din to sit up a little straighter from where he was at the table, a cup of black coffee in front of him. “The damage?”

“Extreme.” Paz snatched a pancake off the plate in front of Liv. “The bottom half is burned to a crisp, but we managed to carefully get inside and your apartment didn’t take the brunt of the damage.”

“So all his stuff is still there?” you asked. If his place wasn’t burned entirely that means he still had his belongings, at least half of a home. You figured that was ten times better than no home at all.

The woman nodded. “Well…for the most part. The kitchen took the majority of the damage.”

“I can live with that,” Din said, glancing at you.

“This is Thyra by the way,” Paz replied, gesturing at her. “She’s been a part of us since the beginning.”

All the times you’d been to the bar and seen there, you couldn’t believe you’d never officially met her before. She was beautiful, standing tall in her heeled boots and long dark hair that draped over her shoulder in a braid. The symbol on her leather jacket was one you’d seen before; the sign of a Mandalorian—or at least that’s what Din told you before everything happened. Smiling, you stuck out your hand. If she was a part of the family that Din made for himself then you would welcome her with open arms.

“I’ve seen you before at the bar,” you said.

She nodded, her dark eyes practically sparkling. “It’s nice to finally meet you…sweetheart.”

Heat spread up your neck and into your cheeks, the hot coffee not helping even as you sipped at it. Had Din introduced you that way to everyone? Or was that merely the name they heard the most when it came to you? Her smile told you it was the latter, but her eyes told you something else and you weren’t sure what to believe. You felt his arm snake around your waist, the weight of it pressing lightly into your stomach as he pulled you closer to where he was sitting. Just that movement alone calmed the slight embarrassment that filled your veins. However, it did nothing to cease the racing of your heart. Thyra’s eyes flicked to him, a smile stretching across her lips as she no doubt teased him as well.

“Do me a favor,” she said, pointing her words at Din. “Don’t fuck it up or'dinii.”

Paz snorted. “You can’t expect that Thyra. Kaysh mirsh solus.”

“Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?” Din retorted, his eyes narrowing.

You’d never heard him speak his language other than the few words he let slip here and there, but now it seemed he was more open in letting those he cared about see this side of him. A part that only his family saw. You wondered if this officially made you his family now, and that thought alone made your lips twist upwards into a small grin. Paz roared with laughter, his own retort missing you completely as he tried to rile Din up enough to fully go through with his words. Except you had no clue what they were saying.

“What does that mean?” you asked softly, bringing his gaze back to you.

He shook his head, turning so you stood between his spread legs. “He called me an idiot.”

Your eyebrows raised. “And what exactly did you say?”

“An old phrase.”

“Which is…”

Thyra was the one to answer your question as she took a seat, a plate of pancakes in her hand. “Basically saying: are you looking for a smack in the face.”

“All in good nature,” Paz said.

“No fighting in my kitchen please,” Liv finally spoke up, her expression still in disbelief at the sight of several bikers taking up space in the already small apartment.

Poe and Finn were having their own conversation, leaning against the counter as they ate—unfazed by the talk of Mandalorians in front of them. This is what you missed. Sure, you ached to be back in the bar—back behind the counter—but this…the gathering of friends and family was what you missed the most. It seemed that even without the bar you could make yourselves at home anywhere; only needing one another to make that new place your new home.

The smile on your face widened, a sigh leaving your body as Din nudged you slightly to bring your attention back to him. It didn’t take him long to see it. The contentment in your stance, the joy in your eyes, and his own lips were turning up slightly. The sight of you happy enough to elicit that same emotion from him. You had him with you again. Him and all that came with him and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I missed this,” you said quietly enough for only Din to hear you.

“I missed you,” he replied, his hands pressing into your lower back.

Yeah…this just the way it is was perfect.

An hour later and you were helping Liv with the dishes as Din went through the bag Thyra brought from his apartment. Some clothes that didn’t take any damage, two extra pairs of boots, and what looked like a few picture frames that were hung up in the bar awhile ago. He must have moved them to his apartment before everything happened and you were about to ask him why when the door burst open again. Paz and Thyra had gone back to the bar to see what else they could salvage, leaving Poe and Finn to head back to their places.

Only to wind up back here.

Poe led in Finn, Rey, and Elora. He held a box in his hands, which he dropped by the couch beside Din.

“All the stuff you left at my place,” he said, snatching whatever was on the top before heading towards you. “And this.”

You smiled at the sight of the camera. “You took care of it.”

“Like you asked me to,” he replied. “I figured you’d want it back to take some more pictures.”

One look at Din searching through the box and you knew that you could take a million pictures of him, but it would never be enough to finally sear him into your mind. You weren’t even sure what it would take. But that wouldn’t stop you from trying—from capturing him on polaroid after polaroid, because now…you finally could. As if he could sense the way your eyes burned into his skin, he glanced up, his lips pulling up into a small grin. That apparently was enough to send your heart fluttering madly in your chest like a flurry of butterflies was passing through you.

“Thank you,” you said softly, pulling Poe into a hug. “I don’t know what I can do to repay you for how you’ve looked out for me after…everything.”

He shrugged. “You don’t have to pay me.”

“I feel like I should, given all the emotional distress.”

He’d been there from the start; watched you and Din grow as a couple only to see it fall to pieces. You and Din inadvertently tore apart a family that relied on the two of you to be together—a family you now called your own. Things still had to be resolved between the two of you; emotions had to be cleared and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time Din and you fought. But the heartbreak would be different then. All of it would be different, because you knew deep down that one way or another you’d find your way back to one another.

Just as the stars intended.

“Elora and I are hosting a dinner tonight,” Rey said. “Nothing big, but we’d like you and Din to come.”

You smiled, feeling another layer of anguish lift from your heart. “We’re there,” you replied. It may take some convincing to get Din there—only even you knew he would never truly say no to you. He never had before.

“It’s at Poe’s place.”

“Unfortunately,” he grumbled, reaching for the plate of cookies Elora had brought. “I don’t know why you couldn’t do it at your place.”

Elora came up behind Rey, resting her chin on her shoulder. “You’re the one with the bigger apartment flyboy.”

“That’s not my fault.”

Elora smiled. “Oh so it’s not your fault you only got it cause the previous tenant had a crush on you?”

“Technically happened before I even moved here.”

“Still counts.”

“You can’t blame me for being pretty sunflower.”

She rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms loosely around Rey’s waist. “I’m not, because you are not the prettiest sunflower here.”

You couldn’t stop the giggle from leaving your mouth, the moment of playful irritation between them now lost. You wondered when they met, how they met—all of them—in order to become the way they were now. Sure, they were friends. Anybody could see that. Except there was something between them—something you couldn’t quite discern—that made them family. An unbreakable bond that had been tested again and again only to finally realize at the end of the day that it couldn’t be broken; no matter how hard someone tried to destroy it.

“What time?” you asked.

“7:30,” Elora responded. “We’re cooking and for the recipe I’ve got planned it’s going to take some time.”

“Well if it’s anything like your cookies, it’s going to be delicious.” You couldn’t lie. If no one (including Din) were here, you’d have demolished those cookies in a fucking heartbeat and you could see by the look in her eyes—she knew it.

The conversation continued; their arguments never ceasing and you turned, catching Din’s eye as he shuffled through the box. A picture frame of him and his son sat on his lap—the smile on his face similar to that of Din from the past. You remembered the first time you saw him smile—truly smile—and the sight never left your mind. It stuck to you like glue, tattooing itself onto your skin, because even though he refused to believe it, Din Djarin was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. You knew it the moment you walked into the bar and saw him for the first time and you absolutely knew it now.

Heading over to him, you plopped down onto the couch, leaning your head against his shoulder as he rested his chin against your head. It was comfortable having him here in your home like this. Merely sitting beside one another. Sure, the tension still remained and you were eighty percent certain that if no one was here you’d be riding him on the couch, but just doing this was nice too. In fact…you enjoyed it more. He didn’t say anything. You didn’t say anything. And all finally felt right in the world.

Sighing softly, you shut your eyes for a few brief moments, listening to the conversation in the apartment. It all sounded eerily similar to the bar and if you focused hard enough you may be able to smell the familiar scent of liquor, motor oil, and cigarettes. Fuck, you missed his place. You yearned to be back there, serving drinks and catching his gaze across the room as he stood behind the bartop. Eventually everything would end up back there—back where it all began—but now you were simply content to be here.

His fingers trailed along the back of your hand, twinging with your own as the cold press of his rings caused a shiver to go down your spine.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb along yours. “For everything.”

You didn’t have to stop yourself from smiling this time. “Careful Romeo. You keep apologizing and I won’t be able to get mad at you the next time we fight.”

He huffed, pressing his lips to your temple as they curved upwards. “That’s the idea sweetheart.”

“Yeah right.” Part of you knew the words you said were right. Except you could still feel the slight sting as a certain memory came back to your mind; forcing you to relive what should have been forgotten by now.

After all, he finally said it. He said he loved you. So why wasn’t that enough? Why were you still wracked with pain every time you wanted to finally give in and love him just as freely as you’d done before? Why…after all this time…were you terrified of being broken again? You knew he wasn’t William—far from it—but that didn’t stop the emotions from rising to the surface. Twisting your heart painfully in your chest as you contemplated what loving him again actually meant to the both of you.

“We’re going to dinner at Poe’s place tonight by the way.”

He shifted back, brown eyes meeting yours and as always your heart fluttered in your chest. “I don’t feel like—”

Pulling him down, you cut him off with a kiss. The conversations ceased to exist, the problems came to a stop, because it was just you and him in your little bubble. He sighed into your mouth, cupping the back of your neck and sliding his tongue along your bottom lip. Things couldn’t go further than this, you knew that, but it still felt euphoric to feel his lips against yours. To kiss him until the air rushed out your lungs and the taste of him was seared on your tongue.

“It wasn’t a question Romeo,” you breathed, slightly dizzy as he pulled away. Your eyes fluttered open and you swore you saw the brown of his pupils grow darker—lust clouding his expression.

“What time do we go?” he asked, relenting swiftly as his eyes zeroed in on you sucking your bottom lip into your mouth.

“7:30.”

He nodded, glancing at the old clock you’d bought at a thrift store in Massachusetts. The both of you had three hours to kill with nothing to do. Showing up to a friend’s dinner empty handed always turned out to be a bad idea in your opinion and it’s not like you could simply grab a bottle from the bar and bring it with you. The cooking abilities you had were limited to breakfast and possibly a nice one serving dinner.

“What’s going on in there?” He tapped your temple lightly, dragging your attention back to him.

While you had grown to read him like a book, he’d always been able to flip through the pages that made up who you were. You felt the faint beginnings of a smile form on your lips as you leaned back against him, your thoughts still spinning with what was happening. Everything occurred so fast you could barely keep up. Shit, you could barely keep up regardless, but with the fire and the feelings—you were trying to keep your head above water while navigating in the dark. You wondered if he could see that. Or if he even felt the same way.

“How’s your cooking skills Romeo?”

“Barely there.” Bringing your hand up to his mouth, he brushed his lips along your wrist. “Should I ask why?”

“It’s rude not to bring food when you’re invited somewhere.”

He chuckled, the sound burrowing deep in your chest, spreading towards the molten heat in your stomach. The control you had on yourself was wavering by the second and he wasn’t helping you in the slightest. Still…you didn’t pull your hand away. You let him press featherlight kisses to your wrist, down your forearm until he reached the juncture of your elbow and worked his way back. It felt nice—as if he was attempting to calm the thoughts in your mind without words.

When it came to Romeo, actions were his go to.

“I don’t think that applies to us, sweetheart.”

“Well it would be nice regardless,” you huffed.

Glancing at him you saw his eyebrows raise. “And who’s going to cook it?”

“I could—”

“No.”

“My cooking is not that bad.”

Another kiss was pressed to your wrist; this one firm. “I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it.”

He breathed out a laugh that was barely audible. “I did.”

“Djarin I swear—”

His teeth nipping sharply at your skin cut you off as you winced. “Don’t call me that.” He had shifted until his lips were pressed against your ear; the warmth of his breath caressing your cheek.

“Call you what?” You weren’t an idiot. You knew he heard the slight waver in your voice and you also knew…he liked it.

“Djarin,” he replied slowly. The bite in his tone wasn’t meant or even meant to scare you; it was rather to prove that he knew how your insides twisted at the sound and how your walls clenched around nothing. He was toying with you just as he had done before. “Everyone else calls me Djarin. You don’t.”

You smirked, tilting your head until his lips brushed against your cheek. “And here I thought you hated the name Romeo.”

“I never said that sweetheart.” If you moved another inch, his lips would be on yours again, and you never longed for something so much. “I’ll happily let you call me that.” He turned your head for you, the heat of his gaze digging into yours. “As long as you say Din when you scream.”

They were words whispered against your lips; barely audible to even you, but you heard them nonetheless. He was truly trying to fuck with you. Your eyes widened as the words settled into your mind—flashes of that very thing happening over and over again playing through your head. If he looked closely enough, he’d be able to see you reliving each one, and by the slight grin on his face…he knew. You opened your mouth, hoping to come up with a retort hot enough to have him squirming, but he’d officially done it. He’d fried your brain past the point of words let alone coherent thoughts.

“See you tonight lovebirds,” Elora’s voice broke the spell Din had you in, giving you a chance to gather yourself.

Din stood up before you were able to say anything back, saying a polite goodbye to Elora and heading to the kitchen. Still you remained on the couch, his words echoing in your mind as he went through your fridge. Really there was nothing in it—the thought of grocery shopping was further from your mind than it should have been. You could count on one hand what you bought this week and none of it could be used to cook anything.

“What do I cook?” you asked, walking into the kitchen to see him shut the door on a sparse fridge.

“Nothing.”

“Look I can—” Him grabbing his jacket and the keys to his car cut you off. “Leaving me already Romeo?”

The phrase was meant to be harmless—a joke, but seeing him tense, his hand clutching at his keys, made you want to take it back. Fuck. Things were still on edge between the two of you and while he’d apologized through the night, more times than you could count, that didn’t stop the restlessness in your body. It didn’t cease the ache in your chest that refused to fade.

“Bad choice of words,” you said, starting to ramble. “I’m sorry I should have said can I come with you…” Why the fuck were you still talking? He must have known it was a joke…right? He turned around as you apologized for the second time, his eyes bright and yet twisted with a grief he couldn’t yet share with you.

“Sweetheart.” You clamped your mouth shut. “I love you.”

Those words…they would never cease to make your heart flutter, to make you heat up from head to toe until you were sure you’d melt onto the floor.

Smiling, you felt the worries lift off your chest, giving you a chance to breathe again. “I love you too Romeo.”

He stepped forward, gripping your chin lightly and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before backing away towards the door. You didn’t ask him where he was going, didn’t need to, because he’d come back eventually. So, you busied yourself with cleaning up the kitchen—hoping it would throw off your mind from flooding with every manner of filthy thoughts. All of them with Din as the star of the show.

Sure, the words were carved into your skin like a wound that was taking it’s fucking time healing, but that didn’t stop you from wanting him. Only…wanting him is what got you into this mess. You two rushed into a relationship of sorts faster than you should have and before you got to know one another. Now you were doing things the right way. Which continually left you feeling like you’d combust if he looked at you too long.

“Fuck,” you muttered, nearly slicing your finger open on the soapy butter knife. “I need to get laid.”

“Where did you get this?” you asked, eyeing the wooden box that sat in the middle of your living room.

Din walked in an hour after you finished the dishes, carrying a box that looked eerily similar to the ones you used to see at the bar. Only the bar and all the alcohol that remained was burned. Which left you wondering who he paid off to get him this stuff. He cracked it open, pulling out a bottle of whiskey that was immediately familiar to you. The same one that sat empty on the shelf in your bedroom—now a piece of decor—the very same one that still held those charred bills the both of you refused to touch.

“Supplier,” he replied. “He owed me a favor.”

You nodded, knowing it was better not to question his methods. “Tell him thank you from me.”

Handing off the bottle to you, he watched as you placed it on the bookshelf near the television. Right beside a framed picture of you and him that Liv sneaked one night when she visited the bar for the first time. It was two months ago and even in the image you could see how much Din cared for you. The glint in his eye transferred to the glossy paper. You were standing behind the bar, a bottle in your hand as you poured gin into a glass; he leaned next to you, watching you with a smile on his face. You didn’t see her take the picture, never even saw the flash go off, but you thanked her for it every time you glanced in its direction.

“How many bottles are we taking?”

He lifted two out of the crate, setting it down next to the brownies you managed not to burn. “Think that will be enough?”

The way your friends drank, the two bottles would be gone before dinner was even served. Still you nodded, heading towards the bedroom to throw on the sundress you laid out earlier. The weather was becoming warm again; the cold was now vanishing slowly and while you were going to miss it—that didn’t deter you from wearing the oversized leather jacket that was thrown on the chair.

“Thankfully Rey and Elora are cooking,” you called, trying not to trip as you attempted to latch the platform sandals closed. “Poe’s good at making drinks, but I’ve seen him cook and I can definitely say I am bett…”

You trailed off as you walked back to where Din stood, catching the heady look in his eyes. They trailed down your body past the skirt of your dress all the way down to your feet, dragging upwards just as slowly. All the time you spent shoving down the burning heat that built up in your stomach vanished. It rushed through your veins, turning your skin warm as he simply watched you. Before everything, before the pain, he would have simply stated you weren’t going, taking you to bed without any complaints. But now…he waited, held his stance and breathed heavily as his gaze settled on yours.

He knew you weren’t ready for that and this was him respecting that wish. He wouldn’t touch you. Not until you were absolutely sure about him again; until you could finally open your heart to him.

For some unknown fucking reason, that made you want him even more.

Fuck your hormones. They waged a war within your body—turning you into a wilting mess even though he had yet to lay a finger on you.

“Do you like the dress?” you asked.

He grunted in response, turning back to the box, his hands clenching as you walked past him.

Poe’s place was thankfully not far from your own apartment. In a way, you were thankful for the short amount of time you’d have to spend in Romeo’s car, alone with him. You figured it was better that you keep your distance from each other, given how your reputation for holding off on jumping one another was all but disappointing. The next two weeks would be ruthless. What with you helping Liv with the last minute details of the wedding. Thankfully it would keep you busy.

You had yet to confront that one nagging question in the back of your mind. One you were truthfully terrified to even go near, because the answer would determine how you’d feel the next few weeks.

The silence felt comfortable with him—the radio playing the latest songs and the windows rolled down as he took the streets to Poe’s place. People milled about on the streets outside. The city night life came back as the sun dipped beneath the skyline of buildings. You could recall being a part of this crowd, of bar hopping night after night; a time when you were the most lost with no way of finding yourself home. Somehow in the end it brought you to him; stuck you in the center of something beautiful and told you to remain where you were.

It didn’t take you long to figure out that that’s where you belonged in the first place.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked softly. The question was asked more frequently since he’d come back into your life—as if he was terrified of what your answer would be.

Ironic.

You were scared shitless of his own answer.

“I keep thinking…”

You noticed him stiffen in his seat, his left hand tightening on the wheel slightly until his knuckles turned white. He promised he wouldn’t lie to you, wouldn’t keep any secrets from you, and this was one of them. It’s not like he was trying hard to hide it. For the first time, Din was fucking terrified of what you’d say, and somehow it felt nice to come to that realization. Proof that you weren’t entirely alone in this situation.

“Nothing bad I hope,” he said, forcing a smile. But you saw the trepidation in his eyes, the waver in his voice.

He was worried you’d leave again.

That made your heart clench in your chest.

“Liv’s wedding is in two weeks,” you replied, keeping your eyes solely on his, finally reading his reactions as clearly as he read yours.

He’d given you an insight into his mind, told you all his fears, his past, and somehow that opened him up to you in a whole new way. Before, you struggled to even figure out what he was thinking, but now…you knew. You could see it so clearly on his face he didn’t even bother to school his expressions anymore.

“I saw your calendar.” Ah, the one that was hanging up on your wall—Liv’s wedding date marked with a big red circle. “Are you worried about it?”

You shook your head. “I’m actually really excited. It’s been a long time coming and I know that she’s ready to finally get married. But I was thinking…” He sucked in a breath, the leather steering wheel crackling under his grip. You only had a small amount of time to get this question out in the open before heading up to Poe’s for dinner. “I was actually hoping…”

“Sweetheart you’re killing me here,” he groaned, eyes flashing with agony.

A smile crossed your lips as you leaned in closer. “Would you still like to be my date?”

The car fell silent, his eyes turning back to the road as he pulled up to Poe’s apartment building. Your heart lurched in your chest, fear filling your veins as you realized you might have made a mistake. Fuck, you knew you should have waited. All of it was too soon; that damn question was too soon and you let out a shaky breath, turning your head away from him as you blinked quickly to get rid of the oncoming tears.

Please put me out of my misery Romeo, you thought in your head, desperate for him to say something—anything.

“Do you still want me as your date?” he asked.

Your head snapped back to his direction and you finally took in the utter defeat on his face. The pain in his eyes that he pushed away constantly, but you still saw it under the surface—saw how he fought against it. He hadn’t admitted it yet, but you saw it there in his face, heard it in his words loud and clear. He was afraid you still didn’t want him—that one day you’d wake up ready to run out the door and leave him behind.

“Of course I do,” you whispered. “Do you still want to…be with me?”

The question was a double edged sword and you were both dangerously walking on either side, trying to keep it balanced for the first time in a long time.

Did he want you beyond the heartbreak? Did he want to push past what you went through and find your equilibrium again—find the place you called home in this relationship.

His face fell as he took in your eyes glossy with unshed tears. “I want to be with you until the day I stop breathing sweetheart.”

“Oh—”

But he wasn’t done. Far from it.

Leaning closer, he cupped your face, twisting in his seat to finally bring his lips close to yours. “Yes I want to be your date to Liv’s wedding. Nothing would have stopped me from going. And yes…I want to be with you in any way you choose to have me. I’m yours baby. Till the end.”

You felt as if the weight pressing down on your chest was suddenly lifted; air filling your lungs with so much air it stung on the way down. Either way you relished in it, because you finally got your answer. Din wanted to be with you. He wanted you. Rather than kiss you on the lips, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, sending a shiver down your spine. While the doubts from before began to fade the longer you were with him, you still knew that the both of you had a lot left to work through.

He still had a lot to tell you about who he was before he met you.

“Should we go get yelled at by Poe now?”

You laughed, nodding your head. “Yeah. I think we should.”

He opened his door after one more kiss to your forehead, and walked around to your side, swinging open your door and reaching for your hand. The both of you weren’t prepared for this dinner, but you didn’t really care. Not when Romeo’s hand fit perfectly in yours, his body pressing close to yours as he led you up the stairs of the building. You’d never actually been here before, but seeing how comfortable Din was with maneuvering through the halls, him being here before was in fact true.

The thought of him suffering through heartbreak here surrounded by people who actually cared about him made you feel even lighter.

He had a family that surrounded him—he just needed a good shake to make him realize that.

“This is him,” he said, stopping at a beige colored door with a gold number eight hanging on it.

You could faintly hear music coming from the inside, the echo of voices filtering through the obviously thin door. “No turning back Romeo.”

A grin pulled his lips upward. “Me? Never.”

“Yeah right.”

He leaned over nipping sharply at your ear and eliciting a yelp from you that was no doubt heard from inside. You were about halfway to shoving your fist into his shoulder when the door opened revealing Poe. Of course he had to catch you and Din in yet another slightly compromising position. Din’s lips were attached to your neck, your hand now pressing against his shoulder to steady yourself and you felt the heat creep up the back of your neck. For fucks sake you couldn’t catch a break.

“Please don’t taint my hallway,” Poe said, smirking at the sight of you trying to mask your obvious embarrassed expression.

“Shut up Dameron,” Din replied, his fingers trailing up your back.

Poe’s mouth dropped. “Listen if you’re going to be a dick I’m not even going to consider letting you back in—”

The door was pushed open even wider, revealing Elora in a stunning yellow floor length sundress. “Please. Come in. We just finished cooking.”

You ducked under Poe’s arm, leaving the two men to finish their standoff—the smell of delicious food calling your name. Placing one bottle of whiskey on the table, you took in Poe’s apartment. There was only one bedroom, a small enough kitchen, and a plant on the windowsill—the leaves slightly brown. Overall you’d say it was cozy. A home you could see Poe staying in for quite some time.

Din came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, chin dropping to your shoulder as he placed the second bottle right beside yours.

“It’s a nice place,” you said softly, seeing the living room that consisted of a black couch, a green chair, and a multicolored rug.

He hummed in agreement. “Would you like to live in a place like this?”

Just like in the car, your heart stopped at his words. “I would…one day,” you replied slowly. You weren’t stupid. You knew what he was asking of you, and that caused your insides to melt until you were sure you were a puddle on the floor.

“Hey lovebirds,” Poe called from where he sat at the table in the kitchen. “Dinner’s ready.”

You pulled away, heading towards the chair beside Finn who greeted you with a hug and a promise to talk later. You and him hadn’t really interacted much with him working nonstop at the record shop, but you wanted to get to know him just as much as Poe. Would he like to go out and get some coffee one of these days? Maybe you could invite Rey and Elora as well.

Din took the chair across from you, a small smile on his lips. You were partly grateful that he was seated with enough distance to keep your mind in order, but knowing him…he’d make sitting like this even worse for you. Here you could see his eyes. You still weren’t sure it was a good thing you could read him so clearly, because right now you knew what he was thinking of and none of it made for appropriate dinner party conversation.

“This smells delicious,” you said, eyeing the roast in the center of the table.

Elora smiled. “Thank you. It’s my dad’s recipe.”

The next few minutes were filled with a comfortable silence as each of you passed dishes around, filling up your plates and glasses with enough to satiate the hunger in your stomachs. You shifted in your seat as Din poured you a glass of whiskey, winking at you as he sucked off whatever fell onto his thumb. Fuck, he was truly trying to ruin you right here in the middle of dinner.

You refused to let him get the upper hand.

“So, how is the store going?” you asked Rey, sipping at the whiskey and avoiding Din’s gaze. Even as it burned into the side of your face.

“It’s going well. Lot’s of busy days with all the new music coming out.”

Finn turned to you, sipping on his own glass. “I managed to ask around and some music labels are willing to give us first take of most newer records coming out.”

“Really?” you asked. “That’s amazing!” Din’s foot brushed against yours, but you willed yourself to keep looking at Finn. “Do you work solely at the store or?”

“No, not anymore. I used to, but now it’s part time.”

Poe jumped in. “Don’t be humble man. Finn’s working his way up in the producer world. He’s got a real talent for it.”

“Ah well I’m trying to at least. I’m no you flyboy.” Finn said, smiling as Poe rolled his eyes.

“You never did tell me about your time as a pilot,” you said. “Were you there long?”

“There’s nothing special to tell sweetheart.” Something thumped under the table, causing Poe to wince. You turned to Din, seeing him swallow his whiskey innocently as he set his fork down, watching you with a glint in his eyes that had you shifting in your chair.

“Are you okay?” you asked, returning your attention to Poe.

You would not lose to Din. You’d won before and you could do it again.

“Yeah,” he bit out, shooting a glare Din’s way. “Just hit my knee against the table.”

That was bullshit—you didn’t miss the way Din’s lips quirked into a grin as he winked at you again. You had half a mind to drag him out into the hallway simply to ring his neck and the longer he toyed with you—sending you looks that no doubt had you dripping in your underwear—the closer you were to actually doing it. You knew what this was, why he was acting this way.

What you finally revealed in the car had opened the door even wider on the prospect of a relationship again and Din was doing his best to kick it the rest of the way down.

He was proving to you how much he wanted you.

Conversation continued around you as both you and Din held your very own silent talk. He smiled, leaning his elbows against the table and placing a piece of meat in his mouth—eyes flicking down to the cleavage your dress showed. Not one to be outdone at a game you’d mastered with him, you leaned forward yourself, reaching for the bowl of vegetables.

He swallowed so hard he started to cough.

“Are you okay?” you asked, innocently. Really you were preening under his heated gaze; his eyes narrowed at you as Poe thumped on his back.

“Yeah,” he croaked.

Grabbing the glass of water in front of him, he retained eye contact as he swallowed, your eyes glancing down to his throat. Suddenly you were reminded how much you loved the sight of it—how much you loved to mark it up with your teeth and lips. He set the glass down with enough force to shake the table slightly, his eyes burning a hole into your face with a need that you felt in the very marrow of your bones.

Fuck how would you two make it long enough to talk out your issues when neither of you could control your impulses?

In your small staring contest, you didn’t seem to notice the others had stopped talking, their attention solely on you. Poe dropping his silverware and giving you a glare snapped you out of your reverie. He coughed, downing his glass of whiskey and pouring another one—laughing to himself about something. Seeing him this way slightly scared you in all honesty. What had you and Din done wrong? You felt like you were about to be reprimanded by your parents for doing something bad at the dinner table.

This wasn’t entirely far from the truth though.

“Poe?” you asked hesitantly.

“Unbelievable.”

“Dameron,” Din said a little harshly, even you winced.

“Don’t you Dameron me you dick.” Poe downed the second glass of whiskey. “You promised me that you’d fix it, that things would change once you got her back.”

You reared back, your eyes no doubt as wide as saucers. “What is he talking about Din?”

“I’m not going to explain myself to you,” Din replied smoothly, setting his glass down as Poe continued to glare at him with enough anger that you were sure Din would be six feet under had Poe been holding a weapon.

You had half a mind to take away the knife beside his right hand.

“No?” Poe began to laugh, his expression scaring the absolute shit out of you. So much so that you started to reach for him only to have Finn stop you. “You don’t want to explain yourself when I let you stay here? When it was me and Finn and Rey and Elora who made sure you didn’t kill yourself with alcohol poisoning?” You winced, feeling your heart twist violently in your chest, but Poe was far from being done. “I can’t believe you two haven’t figured out your issues yet and that you’re still playing this cat and mouse game.”

“Poe—” you started.

“And you.” He averted his glare to you. “I know you’re scared of being with him again, but fucking hell sweetheart—” He turned to Din. “You kick me again for calling her that and I’m going to put my knife in your foot.” Once again his eyes were back on you. “You are so in love with him it’s actually sickening to see it with my own two eyes. I swear if you don’t figure out your shit, the next time I see you I’m locking you two in a room together.”

“Poe—”

“Don’t Poe me. I’ve had to endure listening to you two fuck in so many different places I have actual nightmares about it now, but you know what. I will sacrifice myself one more time and risk hearing you two get it on if it means you will stop eye fucking each other at my table while I’m trying to eat.”

With a final glare in both your directions, he resumed eating his dinner as if nothing interesting happened. As if he hadn’t just shook you and Din so hard with his words that it jarred you out of your fearful states. Were you inevitably going to end up with Din? Yes. You knew this with everything in your being. What you didn’t know was why you were stalling to get to your happily ever after.

Why were you two so hesitant to jump in like you’d done before?

It wasn’t the heartbreak, because if anything that simply made the both of you stronger. So what kept you back? You tried to wrack your brain for any type of answer and could only come up with one that sounded the most reasonable. You were both so terrified of being hurt again that you held off on actually experiencing that happiness you once had again. Maybe that’s what hurt the most. Neither of you could remember what that feeling of pure bliss in a relationship felt like.

Your apartment door shut with a resounded thud, shutting out the rest of the world until it was just you and Din standing in your kitchen. The dinner had gone smoothly enough after Poe’s reprimanding. You laughed until you couldn’t breathe, reminisced on times at the bar, and felt like you gained three new friends. Poe had calmed down after his third glass of whiskey, but his words still rang loudly in your head.

“That was some night huh,” you said, pulling your heels off and settling on the couch.

He collapsed beside you with a sigh. “I feel like I just got yelled at by a teacher.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one.” Din’s hand reached for yours, his fingers intertwining with your own. “He was right, you know,” you said softly.

“He shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“No,” you smiled. “I mean he was right about us.” Din froze, his eyes holding you in a gaze you had no intention of running from. Not this time. “I think we were so lost in our own pain and so focused on finding a way back to each other, that we never figured out a way to find our way back to ourselves.”

He lifted your hand, kissing the back of it just as he had done earlier in the day. A small sign of reassurance—a way to calm your aching heart—and it worked like a charm. You knew without a doubt in your mind, you wanted to be with Din, but you also knew…you had no idea who you were without him. The memory of you being single, being happy and free, had vanished to the very back of your mind.

“So where does that leave us?” he asked, brown eyes delving into yours.

Exhaling, you felt your heart twist. “Maybe…” Fuck you didn’t want to do this. “Maybe we should take these two weeks to try and remember who we are.”

“I’m not leaving you.” He said the words quicker than he could take a breath. Just hearing that managed to calm the racing of your heart, the worries that plagued your mind.

“I don’t want you to.”

“But…”

“But I don’t want you to forget who Din is, who you used to be before me. The bartender who I fell in love with. And I don’t want to forget who I was. I went from one relationship right into the next without ever figuring out who I had shaped up to be. I’d like to meet her.”

He nodded, leaning his forehead against yours. “I’ll do whatever you want sweetheart. I’d do anything to make this work.”

“There’s going to be some ground rules,” you said with a smile, enjoying the slight shift of annoyance on his face.

“Okay…”

“No kissing.” His lips slotted over yours, stealing the breath from your lungs. “Din,” you gasped, pulling away.

He sighed. “You really are trying to kill me.”

“Listen Romeo. You and I both know we can barely keep our hands to ourselves long enough to actually talk and I think we need to start agreeing to be friends before we jump back into a long term relationship.” You tried to maintain your composure, the seriousness in your voice bringing a smile to his face. What did you say that was funny? “And you’re smiling because…”

“You’re hot when you’re bossy.”

“Fuck you Din.” You shoved his shoulder.

“I’m listening,” he replied, pressing his nose to your cheek. “I swear. What are the other rules?”

“What happened tonight at dinner will not be happening again. No teasing okay? We have to at least try.”

“I can’t promise that.”

You huffed. “Din.”

“I’ll do it…for you.” He pressed another kiss to your hand. “Two weeks?”

Nodding, you figured the timeline matched up perfectly. Liv’s wedding would just be the time to hit reboot on your relationship. For two weeks you’d be friends again and begin to formulate a relationship that wasn’t based solely on need and sex. No, this one would be based on love—something you were looking forward to.

“Two weeks,” you responded, reaching your hand out to shake on it.

He dragged you forward by the nape of your neck instead, pressing his lips to yours and licking into your parted mouth as you gasped. He tasted like whiskey and you sighed into the kiss, digging a hand into his hair in order to keep him closer. Sure, it was going against the already set rules, but if you were going two weeks cold turkey…you needed a quick reminder of what you were working towards again. You moaned when he nipped at your lip, licking along it to soothe the ache before pulling away entirely—a flushed look on his face.

“Deal,” he breathed, standing up from the couch with one last look, leaving you there to sit on the couch.

Two weeks…of being friends with Din.

You were fucked.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin #1980s!din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #the mandalorian #black velvet #my writing #happy christmas eve eve #i don't know why i'm nervous posting this

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kazemi-archive · 1 year

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Better and Worse

Pairing: Oikawa Tōru x Reader

Word Count: ~0.9k

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Crying, Language, Mentions of breakup (kinda toxic)

Summary: In the spur of the moment you decided to back down, you call it self-sabotage—I call it a cop-out. It’s not that I don’t miss you, I just hate who I am when I’m with you. It’s funny how that works, I make you better and you make me worse. I wish that we could go back again, I look at parasites through rose-colored glasses, but it still hurts.

Part Twelve of Desiderium

A/N: If dialogue is in blue, this is irl something that was said to me or by me. Thank you for being here live for my therapy.

"Don't touch me." Tōru retracted his hand away from my harm when he watched me flinch. Hurt was written across his face but I couldn't seem to care, not with the pain I was currently feeling. "So, you were just going to go without saying goodbye." It wasn't even a question. It was an observation. I was staring at a bundle of his things in his other arm. Clothes and chargers, things he'd need for the night. "Broken up for what? An hour? And already I don't even get a goodbye."

"I was going to-"

"Don't lie to me." My voice was cracking and the tears were still falling down my cheeks. I didn't even think that I was hydrated enough to have tears still left in me, but they fell faster.

"Y/n please," Tōru’s voice cracked and I saw that his eyes were glossy. Had he been crying too? How dare he. I was the one that just had my heart ripped out. "I'm so sorry."

"Then tell me why!" I cried, childishly throwing my hands down and stomping my foot. "Tell me why you came into that conversation wanting to fix things and left without trying."

"I tried." He whispered, shaking his head.

"No! Liar!" I yelled back. "You gave up! Halfway through the conversation! Spur of the moment you decided to back down!" I watched him drop his things into the front walkway but I stepped away. The back of my ankles hit the bottom stair. "I wanna know why! I deserve that!"

"I still love you. I'm sorry. Maybe its self-sabot-"

"Don't fucking give me that self-sabotage shit! Don't fucking say you love me! This is a fucking cop-out and you know it! If you loved me, you would stay! You would try!"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I do love you. I love you." He took another step forward, instinct taking over as he cupped my face to wipe my tears. "I just can't do it anymore."

Looking back on it now, it was the worst thing he could've done. Not fight back. I wanted a reason to hate him. But I still loved him and when he touched me so softly, trying to say goodbye, I hated how the switch in me flipped. "Please don't go." The words slipped out before I could stop them. "Please let's just go to bed." A sob left my lips and I could feel his grip stutter.

"Y/n, I don't-"

"Please." I cried, fists gripping onto his wrists. "Just stay tonight, we can, we can talk in the morning Tooru." I begged, I hated this. I stopped trying too hard to fight whenever he was upset, in turn begging for him. Always begging for him. "Tōru please let's just sleep on it." I choked on my own sob and looked at him, he was crying too. "Please you changed your mind the last time we almost broke up, you might change your mind now too." Looking back on it now, I hated who I was when I was with him, the begging for him to stay when I knew I deserved more.

"I won't. Not this time." He sniffled a little, trying to keep his tears from reaching the point mine were at. "I'm not going to change my mind." He mumbled the words but took my hands anyways, leading me back upstairs and to our room.

The sigh of relief that left my lips as he closed the door to the room was pathetic if I think of it now. He should have left. I would've hated him. It would have been better that way. We both laid in bed silently, from the way the dip on his side was formed, I knew that he was laying on his back. I was on my side, facing the wall. There was a collage there, something he'd made me early in our relationship, filled with pictures of us. We'd both changed so much since then. He'd grown, I'd helped him grow, been there to egg him on in his studies and in volleyball. I'd encouraged him to stay with his passions when he doubted himself. I'd made him better, that was what he'd always said. I'd changed too, I could do things on my own before, I didn't need someone to tell me I was doing fine. I hadn't used to be someone who held their breath hoping that they could please them... at least not to the extent it was now. He'd made me worse.

It's funny how that works. I wished we could go back. Back to before. When I was refusing to let him in. When I'd told him straight to his face: "I can't date you." Before he seeped into my brain like a parasite. Clung on and fed off everything I was willing to give without taking. A parasite I'd always seen through rose-colored glasses.

"Come here." It was mumbled into the silent air. His voice was still wet with tears as he reached across the space between us. He turned me towards him and dragged me into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me as he felt my body still shake with silent cries. His lips touched my forehead easily, like it was any other night. "I'm sorry. I love you." It hurts that I made him better and he made me worse.

A/N: I shouldn’t have begged and he shouldn’t have stayed.

#𓇻 Desdierium

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liliallowed · 5 months

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I hope sans doesn't hate us now hey hey Crimson you know sans well right do you think he hates us?????? :(

angst below

"don't worry darling he won't blame you as long as I'm around. in fact I can make it so he'll like you more by training you to fight me. he'll be so happy to see you eventually take me down"

"wh-what?"

"you know. like how cats bring dead birds as gifts? or like, just rip out my heart. I think he'll like that. probably kiss you or like cuddle. it's adorable how docile he gets around you. I'd imagine it's like watching a zookeeper snuggle with tiger cubs they raised while the other would rip other people to shreds."

"okay wtf are you talking about. why would you... WANT him to like me? is this part of your evil plans?"

"mm. well, would you believe me if I said I just wanna see you somehow succeed without being discarded in the dumpster in sans's basement?"

"no."

"hehehe. yeah I'm planning on ruining your marriage at the last day. I want to be the worst wingman ever."

"I don't understand. why are you so sure he won't hate me? he... he wants to kill me."

"that's BECAUSE he loves you silly. it's his... way of making sure you're "safe" instead of becoming someone else's exp. kinda like a twisted way of giving his greatest mercy."

"he is going to kill you too right? doesn't that mean he'd love you too?"

"psht I WISH! nah he doesn't give me a fast out. makes sure it's as painful as it can possibly be before I run out of hp. then again it's pointless since I literally can't feel anything. that's not his mercy. that's straight up spite." they shrug.

"he really does care about you you know. it'd be a waste to die to him. DON'T LET HIM TAKE YOUR LIFE. he'd be lonely without you." they frown. "least with YOU he won't be left for dead in a ghost town if I'm gone. call it a plan B in case I actually don't come back. make sure you'll take good care of him"

"what? what do you mean?"

"I've stayed with him cuz leaving him would be too cruel. killing him would leave ME alone. but with you in the mix everyone is happy."

"then why did you give me the reset!?"

"so he can't push you away using the old (you wouldn't understand resets) bullcrap. such a drama queen honestly."

"liar. you just want entertainment."

"true. that too. can't a person just enjoy both being an asshole and being empathetic?"

"you're NOT going to start getting any sympathy from me because of this. you're manipulating me! I'm just a second in command pawn for you aren't I? you're replacement to torment THE ONE PERSON WHO GAVE A SHIT ABOUT ME!"

they stayed silent for a moment...

before pinning you down to the ground and slicing through your souls shield, poking their knife to your throat.

"of course I am. you're so fucking dumb to think I actually GIVE a shit about your dumb relationship with my rival. you almost seemed to forget you're a hostage here that I've had the GENEROSITY to teach self defense."

your eyes widen as you flinch feeling the tip break through the skin.

"I can hurt you room I can BREAK you too. I just don't WANT TO because it'd be too predictable. don't forget your place y/n. if you really are set on those ideals then whats stopping you?"

their grip loses from your hands as they place the blade in your hand.

"go on. then. slay me if you think Im SO evil. I mean hehehe... I'd still come back but if this is going to be your first kill might aswell be me right? "

your hand shook on the blade as they forced your hand forward into their chest.

"STICK TO IT THEN COWARD. FUCKING KILL ME. GO IMPRESS HIM! or are you gonna just make the excuse of killing people is bad? I'll kill sooooo many more people if you don't stop me here hehehe... I'll turn you into a monster too."

your hands shake. you can't. you can't you CAN'T. YOU HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER WAY. THERE HAS TO BE.

#dusttale player #lv triangle #player x reader #bro has mood swings #tw angst #tw themes of suicide

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abbatoirablaze · 8 months

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The Girl With Two Dragons, Chapter 3

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: being hit/slapped, angst, mentions of blood/injury.

Everyone had seen the uncomfortable look that Rhaenyra and Alicent shared before King Viserys turned to leave. But no one had expected her to pull the dagger. No one had expected her to go after Princess Rhaenyra herself.

And no one expected blood to be shed.

But when it was, the family seemed to fracture. The silent line of alliances seemed to scream in everyone’s faces. The greens paired with their queen, while the blacks stared awkwardly between Rhaenyra and their king.

Everyone saw the malignant attitude that the queen had chosen to hide away for years.

But Daemhyra had been surprised when her father pulled her away from the group after everything had happened, gathering herself, Rhae and Bae, and making sure that their dragons were prepared for a journey.

It was a foggy morning.

The sun hadn’t even broken over the sea.

And yet, Daemhyra had been woken from her dreamless slumber, pulled awake as her father quietly urged her and her sisters towards the dragon pits.

She had chosen to follow the young prince Aemond to his quarters, falling asleep in his arms while she played with his blonde hair, and whispered how she still loved him more than the moon and the stars even though he didn’t have two eyes any further.

“I am broken…”

“You are not,” she whispered gently, running her fingers through his slightly tangled tresses, “you are perfect, sweet prince.”

“I will never have a lady wife,” he muttered, “no woman could love a monster with one eye…”

“I love you more than the stars in the sky, Aemond,” she whispered sweetly, kissing the young prince on the cheek once more, “any woman who loves you any less is undeserving of your affections…”

“You are a horrible liar,” he yawned, pulling her closer to his chest as he laid his head against her breast, “your heart is beating faster than it was earlier…”

“My heart beats fast as you lay upon my breast,” she sighed, smoothing his hair down a little more, “it is because my love swells for you so immensely…my heart beats only to end your pain…you are perfect, Aemond…”

He shook his head and whimpered as his cheek pushed towards the bad side of his face, where it was angry and swollen with fresh stitches, “it hurts…”

“I’ll be here through it all,” she promised, “I will always be here for you Aemond…”

“I hate them,” he admitted sadly, a few second later as he huffed, “I hate those boys…and your sisters…”

“Do not blame Bae and Rhae…”

“They attacked me for taking Vhagar…”

“Vhagar?” she asked curiously, staring down at him, “Y-you took my mother’s dragon?”

“Rhae wanted to claim her…but hadn’t,” he admitted, “I shoved her out of the way when she came after me, and Bae punched me. I hit her back, and then Jacerys came after me and Lucerys…then all of them…they were all attacking me…so I reached for a stone.”

Daemhyra felt her heart wrenching as she heard the story, “Aemond…”

“I fought them off…but they…they weren’t going to stop…Jace pulled his dagger…but I got it off him and held them at bay with my stone…but then he threw dirt into my face, and Luke-“

Daemhyra felt her own tears streaming down her cheeks as she shushed him, pulling him back towards her, “oh Aemond…I-I should have been there. I should hav-“

“They would have killed me, Daemhyra…had father’s guard not shown-“

“Don’t say it,” she begged, shaking her head, “I don’t want to hear you say it…”

“Wake my child…”

Daemhyra groggily opened her eyes to see her father kneeling at the edge of the bed, gently waking her, “F-father?”

“Get up,” he said firmly. Daemhyra frowned, hearing of the disapproving tone from her father, “get up and do not wake your cousin…”

“Father, I-“

“Not another word…”

They had been prepared for the cool morning air accordingly. They were in matching black cloaks, while their father wore red and beige. She was shocked to see Princess Rhaenyra standing there with her sons.

“Daughters…I must be honest with you now,” Daemon sighed, looking to the trio of girls. Each one had a sadness in their eyes that he felt his heart breaking at, “Princess Rhaenyra and I are going to wed…in the old dragon rider’s tradition. We gathered you here because after, we are heading to our home…in Dragonstone.”

Daemhyra’s eyes were the only ones to snap to that of her fathers while Baela and Rhae began quietly crying.

Daemhyra’s heart ached as she looked over at her cousin and her great nephews. She spat on the ground, speaking the ancient language, ‘you betray their mother for her…’

‘I betray no one. For she is your mother, daughter.’

The four other children looked between Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Daemhyra.

“It is true, my child,” Rhaenyra proclaimed, stepping forward so she could address not only Daemhyra, but the rest of the children, “I am your mother, Daemhyra…your brother was born still, and I told your father to run off with you and claim you only as his so that we were all protected…but you are my first born, Daemhrya. You are the combination of your father and myself.”

She looked hesitantly between her father and the woman claiming to be her mother.

“No,” Jacaerys spat, his anger taking hold of him as he realized what that meant to his status, “no…she cannot be-“

“I-I do not-“

“It is yours…everything I have,” Rhaenyra said as she turned away from her son, “you are my eldest…that means that what passes down to me, shall pass to you upon my demise…do you understand what I am saying to you right now?”

“I am in line for the iron throne then,” Daemhrya said in disbelief as she looked between her parents, “not Jacaerys…so long as I would be considered your heir…”

She nodded, “you are my firstborn…as my own father once told me, it matters not the parts that we were born with…your twin was born still, and you live…my title would pass to you in my demise.”

“I do not want to be a queen,” she said, shaking her head, “I do not want your burdens, as you are not my mother. The woman who raised me was. Laena Valeryon. I do not wish for this cruel trickery. You are not my mother. These bastards are not my bro-”

Daemon’s jaw twitched and he backhanded his daughter so heavily she fell to the ground, “Rhaenyra is your mother…Jace and Luke are your blood, just as your sisters are. And you will not show such disrespect to her, especially when you are her named heir.”

Her eyes met his a final time as blood spilt from the split in her lip and trailed down her chin, “then I am no princess. I have no mother. I am just a bastard in your service, Prince Daemon.”

And the status of her maternity wasn’t brought up after that. Daemon felt such regret at his actions, that he didn’t have anymore words for her. Instead, he gathered his children on their dragons, while Rhaenyra got settled with hers, and they rode for Dragonstone, completing their ceremony in traditional fashion.

“Where are you going?”

Baela sobbed against her sister’s chest, her fingers clutching Daemhyra’s corset, “I do not wish to leave you and Rhae…I-“

“Father’s making you!” Rhaena frowned as she acknowledged the conversation that had occurred just a few hours after the ceremony, “he hit Daemhyra for rejecting the princess as family…then he makes plans for grandmother to take you…then he’s bedding his new wife…we are nothing to him. No more than bargaining chips to gain favor with our family.”

“It makes me sick…”

Baela frowned at her sister, “you still have your mother, Daemhyra…”

“She’s not my mother,” she repeated once more, feeling the sting in her lip from the first time she made the claim aloud. She shook her head at her younger sister, carefully moving the snow-white hair from her face, “your mother is…she may not have birthed me as she did you and Rhaena, but she was there. She flew me on the very dragon Aemond has now laid claim to…she-“

“Was our mother,” she repeated swiftly, this time pushing herself away from her half-sister, “you are usurping Jacaerys’ spot. You are-“

“Nothing but a pawn in her games!” Daemhyra claimed angrily, “I mean nothing to her, just as you two do…do you not see? I’m not like her! I would rather die than claim her as my mother. I don’t want to be her heir. I renounced it as they wed. Don’t you see?”

“You’re more like your cousins, Aemond and Aegon and Haelana,” she proclaimed, “why not act like them and take the throne from the one it belongs to after her…oh wait…you’re already doing that!”

“Wh-what’s wrong with them?” she asked, “I do not hate them because they are family. Just as you are. You two are my sisters. They are my-

“They hate Lucerys and Jacaerys,” Rhaena pointed out, cutting Daemhyra off, “a-and they hate us…”

“I-I’m not like that…I-I don’t hate you two…you’re my sisters…”

“I believe you Daemhyra…” Rhaena offered softly, her hand reaching out to Daemhyra’s own, “we are sisters…no matter who are mothers are…”

“Well, I choose to believe that you are a Targaryen…in the worst of ways if you cannot admit your parentage and especially if you see nothing wrong with Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond,” Baela replied, moving away from her other two sisters, “you are given a gift…and you are spitting on it…while I’m being pushed out!”

“I-I don’t want it, Baela…I don’t want whatever gift you’re claiming that they are handing me,” she whimpered, “and how are you claiming that I’m a bad Targaryen! I admit my parentage and renounce it, unlike those Strong boys. If anyone deserved to be an heir, it would be me. But I want nothing of the kind. Let it go to my cousins if-“

“Not all of us get to pick and choose, Daemhyra,” she growled, pushing her stance yet again, “I would give everything to stay here with Rhaena, but I cannot. I’m going to say my goodbyes to Jacaerys and Lucerys before father and Rhaenyra come for me…Rhaena…are you coming? Or are you staying with her?”

Rhaena sat with Daemhyra for a few seconds, watching her sister get up and leave the bedroom. Daemhyra frowned, shaking her head, “go with her…I-I know you may not get much time to say goodbye…”

“You won’t be mad?”

“I won’t,” she confirmed, “Just…please don’t abandon me for the boys…I-I don’t want to be truly alone, Rhae…”

“You’re not alone, sister…I promise.”

“I-I’ll stay in our room so I don’t cause any conflict with Baela…bu-but could you tell grandmother Rhaenys I said hell when she comes?”

“Of course, Dae…”

Her promise fell flat.

In the time that passed, it felt awkward and forced. And for days, Rhaena did try to keep her promise, attempting to include Daemhyra in everything. But the boys were good at separating the sisters.

Jacerys felt slighted when Rhaenyra claimed that Daemhyra would be her true heir. So he did everything he could in keeping Rhaena and Daemhyra away. And alienating Daemhyra for her new-found maternal link, which usurped Jacaerys claim to the throne.

Though, no one told anyone about it. That was their ‘little family secret.’

The family had settled itself in Dragonstone, making sure that contact was limited and that to the rest of the world, Jacaerys would be Rhaenyra’s heir. But Daemhyra was in her own personal hell. So, she was thankful that by the time she’d turned fifteen, her father insisted on bringing her back to King’s Landing.

“I’m surprised that you aren’t trailing after her like some love-sick puppy…”

Aemond looked in the direction of his sister. Helaena just simply smiled, absentmindedly playing with the twins.

“I’m not-she’s not…I don’t even think I was to have seen her as they landed,” Aemond said quickly, already stuttering over his words, “it-it may yet be only a momentary stop so that our uncle may have a word with father…”

She scoffed, “that never stopped you when we were children…I remember plenty of times you would find her in the castle and then they would be staying for even longer because the two of you would play so long that you needed to nap together.”

He frowned, “I never followed her around like-“

“The two of you have always been like idiots in love,” she giggled absentmindedly, “one always following the other. Who followed who is not important Aemond.”

“Helaena…”

“Yes Aemond?”

“D-do you ever wonder what life would be like had you not been made to be Aegon’s lady wife?”

“It is my duty to provide the kingdom with stability, Aemond,” she said solemnly, “just as it is my duty to provide Aegon with heirs.”

“But if it weren’t…wo-“

“I don’t wish to talk about such matters, Aemond,” she sighed, “I know that you are just curious and do mean well…but it’s not something I wish to discuss.”

“I’m sorry, Helaena…” he sighed, knowing that he was upsetting his sister, “I-I’ll go talk to Vhagar…she doesn’t mind hearing about my quandaries...”

“Much like myself, she is forced to,” Helaena teased, “but unlike myself, she can’t tell you that.”

Aemond brushed the commentary off his shoulder as he started away from the gardens and to the dragon pit. The entire time all he thought about was Daemhyra.

She had changed in the five years since he’d last seen her.

He’d changed.

The two of them were adults now, in every sense of the word.

“Come now, child…we’ve not got long with the king’s court!” Daemon proclaimed as he led Daemhyra through the halls, “the Princess is expecting us back before tomorrow’s first light, and I do not intend on upsetting her. We come as envoys.”

Aemond knew that she hadn’t seen him. He’d barely come around the corner from the other end of the hall, but he knew her all too well to mistake her for someone else. He’d frozen in an instant, and retracted his steps so that he could peer at her from around the corner.

Sure, she was older than he last remembered.

But she’d blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

One that made his heart sing even more than when he was younger.

“Father-“

“The dragons will be fine in the pit for a while. Now follow me, Daemhyra.”

“I just want to say hello to-“

“We are to see the king,” he grumbled impatiently as he pulled her down the corridor with himself, “now come along, daughter.”

He stopped at the corner when he’d heard a sigh. His heart froze in his chest as he turned the corner to see her, snuggled up against Vhagar’s side, with both of her own dragons laying behind her, and against Vhagar as well.

“I do apologize, Vhagar,” she sighed once more, her hand petting the large dragon, “I didn’t intend on keeping your babes away from you for so long…but father would not let me come to King’s landing…not since the princess married him…I’ve missed our daily talks…and I know your hatchlings have missed their mummy as well.”

The dragon gave a soft bellow and turned her head, gently nudging Daemhyra. She patted her snout and kissed it, “I know…I know…I should have snuck off. I know that Shaedowir and Wynstrun have both missed you nearly as much as I have. They needed some time with their mummy…and I need someone to listen to my thoughts…”

The dragon huffed, and the twin dragons began making little noises at her. Vhagar huffed once more and the two dragons settled, “You wouldn’t believe who I saw today…or well…maybe you would…he is your rider after all. I-I don’t think that he saw me…”

She gave another low bellow and Daemhyra giggled, “my heart still longs for him just as much as it did on the first day that I saw him, Vhagar…and I don’t know what to do I’ve loved him since I was a babe and we were toddling around together. He was playing in one of the gardens with Helaena’s twins…and my heart fluttered seeing him like that…imagining him as a father…as the father to my children…I would long to be his lady wife…oh Vhagar…I’ve dreamed of that since I was a child. Aemond is the perfect man, handcrafted by the gods for me…and I for him…I just wish it was something I could properly address…but father hates him…I-I could never…”

Aemond felt his own heart fluttering as she spoke of him in such a manner. His eyes met with Vhagars and he wished he could feel the courage to step forward. But he stayed in place.

“I love him, Vhagar…if only I weren’t such a cowardly fool…I’d talk to the queen and king…I’d beg to be his lady wife!” she said firmly, “we can wish though, can’t we? We could dream of a fantasy life where I would provide his heirs, and he would love me as more than just a cousin…as his lady wife…as-”

The dragon nuzzled her once more, tucking the dragon rider beneath her chin, as if to encourage her to sleep her worries away and stop talking.

“You’re right, Vhagar,” she sighed sleepily as the dragon curled around her, blocking Aemond’s view of her any further. With one large eye peeping at him, the dragon bellowed once more, encouraging the young prince to do something about it. His heart plummeted into his stomach as his own insecurities coated his soul, “tomorrow is a new day, Vhagar…maybe I should just be patient and have hope…”

Chapter 4

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