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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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can I get some more octavinelle with pregnant!mc? how they would react around mc and when the baby is born if they would cry or anything

in case I'm violating any rules or the requests are closed feel free to delete this! I'm just a big jade simp and I love my octatrio a lot too!

Requests are currently closed.... but.... I'm a sucker for domestic stuff and an Octavinelle stan, so I'm gonna do this anyways asddf

This will be the one exception [note post writing everything: YEAH this will definitely be the ONLY exception.... this is looooong]

Tried to keep everything as gender neutral as possible: when referring to pregnant partner and the babies alike

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 💜

When you're pregnant

Proud papa!! Azul definitely cried from happiness when news of your pregnancy reached him

Was also a nervous wreck, however. He's very insecure about his abilities to be a good father and role model his children would like to follow and look up to

You know him, he's studious and booksmart. Ashengrotto will take to reading many parenting books and blogs entries to prepare himself for the arrival of his baby

Definitely had you both enroll in classes in a local hospital so you know how to act and what to expect when time for labor arrives

Health and being healthy is important to him. For you he will put up with eating all sort of balanced meals, regardless of how much he dislikes them (so you're not alone while keeping up a diet)

Always accompanies you to your gynecology appointments. Cried every time your baby's heartbeat was heard through the echo/ultrasound machine

We know how he is, grown up Azul probably has a business of his own and it takes a good amount of his time to attend. Still, he will take time to call you through the day to make sure you're fine

Probably had either of the twins look after you in days he really couldn't take time off his job. Jade being the more helpful one with chores and emotional rants (you've both probably sniffled at natural documentaries), while Floyd is perfect for food prep and hysterical laughs over fail videos

Every night, before going to bed, he spends time talking to your baby bump, places some kisses on it too

He goes sooooo soft in those moments before sleep takes you away, his love lulls you to refreshing rest

Always makes sure to give you a kiss and a rub goodbye to your bump when heading off to work

Really enjoys watching you cook. the pregnancy glow looks beautiful on you when doing mundane tasks, he thinks

Maternity pictures? He's a little reluctant, but if you really want to... *end up carrying a small copy of his favorite pic in his wallet* *sends a copy of the whole pack to his mother and grandma* *frames his favorite and puts it on his office*

When you're in labor/the baby arrives

SCREEEAAAAMS!!!!

But after a nice yell of surprise, fear and nerves, he's ready to go and put your plan of action learned in those classes ready!

He's collected for the most part, but every time you scream from the contractions, he screams too because "he can feel it"... but it's really just his nerves getting out of hand

However, once you get to the hospital, this man will burst in and yell loud and clear "SOMEONE HELP ME, MY SPOUSE IS IN LABOR!!!" because the ride was so stressful he can't hold it together anymore

Be it through natural labor or C-section, Azul will want to hold your hand and be there for you through it all.... He might get light headed at times, but again, he'll push through anything to make sure you and the baby are fine

If he somehow manages to translate his grip strength to his human form now that he's older, he will be squeezing your hand just as hard as you're squeezing

Is a mess of tears once your child's first cry echoes through the room. It feels so relieving and miraculous.... You're now parents to your first little baby!!

Can't help to smile so tenderly at his chubby little angel. Runs a finger delicately against their cheek and sheds more tears at how warm and soft and alive they are

"My precious little pearl... What a blessing you are, little one, already making us so joyous. Welcome"

Azul holds his child so gently. If you had a glow while pregnant, Azul has a glow as a new father. You swear you can see a golden halo around him whenever he's pampering and carrying your child

Reads them a bedtime story every day. They may not understand him, but Azul wants to acquaint them to his voice quickly

Since he has paperwork to do at home, there have been times the octomer left you to sleep while he attended the baby's necessities. It relaxes him, and the rocking to get them back to sleep refreshes him. How can one not be powered up after seeing a plump little munchkin sound asleep with a smile on their face?

This private moments with the baby get him emotional, has probably cried during all of them. He just feels blessed with a mountain of happiness when he sees his baby sleep so comfortably, knowing they're surrounded by love and care.

Is curious to see if his baby will manifest a merfolk form later in life, or manifest any sort of magical powers.

BONUS: It was during a family vacation to the beach during their 2nd year in primary school where your child manifested their mer-form. They were ecstatic!!

🐬 Jade Leech 💜

When you're pregnant

His expression was as collected as always, but his heart jumped into outer space when he got the news of your pregnancy. Held you close and kissed you with so much passion and love, you saw a new Jade that day.

He thinks you don't notice, but the loving gaze he shoots your way when doing the most random things around the house is so soft, your heart stops every time (think of his lab coat groovy, that smile)

Like Azul, he's very keen on keeping you healthy. Along with a proper diet, he makes sure you take your daily supplements

But he turns a blind eye when you wish to indulge a liiiittle too much on that snack you adore

With his big appetite, it doesn't come as a surprise that he willingly subjects himself to your strange cravings

Jade is another one that accompanies you to each and every doctor's appointment. Is well read of what to expect in every month mark, so he asks the most questions to clear up any doubts you may have.

His eyes filled with tears when hearing your baby's heartbeat for the first time. Held your hand tightly and kiss your forehead so many times while you were in the ultrasound room

While he's patient, sometimes your mood swings also get him in a sour mood. Thankfully, he has a way to destress with his job and terrariums. It's not long into the day when he calls to apologize for any dumb things he said, and to make sure you're doing fine

Floyd sometimes tags along to your home. It's always 50/50 on what it'll be: nice funny harmony, or utter disastrous chaos that leaves you sobbing in your husband's arms.

Perhaps the one thing Jade dislikes of your pregnancy is ho hard it is for you to find a position to sleep in because your constant tossing and turning interrupts his sleep every time

Jade speaks to your bump in whispers. Likes to lay his head on your lap and talk to the baby. He tells stories of his childhood, tells the little one how much they're loved, and sometimes indulges in singing

He also likes to play classical music for your bun

The one thing he adores? Feeling your baby kick, it always lights up his face with a bright pointy smile

If you want maternity photos, Jade is quick to convince! He acts like it embarrasses him, but he does secretly want some nice pictures to commemorate this period in your lives (plus, Mama Leech wants some to display in her home!)

When you're in labor/the baby arrives

His mind is running a mile a minute. Excuse him is he calls you "hospital" instead of your name, everything's flashing before his eyes quicker than he can register.

Would crash the car into the entrance from how fast everything's happening, but he doesn't. He does carry you to the front desk and hurriedly pants "Spouse, baby, NOW! HELP!!"

For x or y reason, Jade ends up waiting to hear the news of you and the baby. He's not in the room with you. The whole time he's left alone, he's bouncing his feet and pacing back and forth. In a short moment of clarity, he dials up Azul and notifies him of the situation, asking the octomer to pass the information to his twin and parents.

With how long births are, it shouldn't be surprising to see Mama and Papa Leech, Floyd and Azul arrive at the hospital. However, with how worried and stressed he is right now, it does catch Jade by surprise.

This moment of uncertainty, of not being by your side, is the one time where the eel lets his emotions and thoughts go unfiltered.... which may provoke his twin a little. But it's exactly these small quarrels that snap sense into him and remind him that he should focus his attention on doctors and nurses for any possible news about you. They also help refresh and keep him awake

His mother and Azul are the most helpful, calming him down and quelling his anxieties about your and the baby's safety

The moment he sees the familiar face of one of the doctors that entered the same room as you, he's up and speedwalking to them.

As soon as the merman gets permission to see you, he's already making his way to you

Finally, he can rest and let it all out. There's visible tears flowing out his eyes and sobs coming out of him while he holds your little bundle of joy. Not even a thousand kisses are enough to show his gratitude to all that you've done for him

He was already in love with your baby the moment he laid eyes on them, but once their tiny hand wrapped around his finger.... HE WAS DONE FOR, THIS BABY WOULD BE SPOILED BY PAPA FOR ALL ETERNITY. In fact, it was this moment the one that made him ugly cry

His instincts got the best of him. Jade literally snapped around to bite his father and Floyd when they got a too close to the sleeping baby. By a miracle he allowed his mother coddle them for a split second. Can you blame the poor man? He's sleep deprived and stressed, cut him some slack

Once he got some rest, Jade was embarrassed by his words and actions, but oh well... The past is in the past

He adores spending time with your baby. Every time he's in charge of bathing them, he does the cutest babytalk. He lives to see them giggle and relax in the water

Feeding time is also one of his favorites, and you also enjoy it too. Jade is just wonderful when taking care of the baby, your heart swells and a smile reaches your lips (partly because he turns so silly to make the little one eat)

He is helpful when attending the child at night, but whenever he had a stressful day at work he pleads you to go and calm them down

Talking about stressful days, feel free to send him some selfies and pictures of your baby through the day. They surely will cheer him up a little while he works.

When your child starts attempting to talk, Jade will go along with it. He nods and answers attentively to anything your baby says

BONUS: At around 5 years of age, your kid turned into their merfolk form in the middle of bath time. They cried from panic while Jade had a proud smile on his face

🦈 Floyd Leech 💜

When you're pregnant

He takes a minute to process the news. Frankly, he's nervous about this big leap, but he's sure he wants to have kids with you. His excitement may be subdued at first, but you will see him throw more smiles and tender gazes your way within the following weeks

If you notice him spacing out during the first weeks, urge him to speak out. It will take many tries to get him to open up, but one night he goes to spoon you, hand carefully caressing your tummy. "I'm unsure... isn't this... too fast?"

Understand that his doubts are more about feeling unprepared (specifically him, he has no clue how to even begin preparing), not about not wanting to have kids. "Accidents happen, Floyd, we can't control every variable in our lives. We have one another, I'm certain that together we can do this."

"Plus, we can always consult your parents." Cue a groan from him, but soon after there was a smile

Slow but steady, Leech begins researching and reading up about parenting and pregnancy. Lemme tell ya, he's not looking forward to the mood swings. Sure enough, when they arrive, he handles them very poorly. At the end of every day, however, he hugs you close while in bed and asks for forgiveness through kisses to your back

He sometimes gets bored by all the technical talk your gynecologist speaks, but follows their orders to a T. They're the professional, he barely knows the surface of what your body's going through.

After being told that was the baby's heartbeat, Floyd's wide mismatched eyes remained glued to the monitor showing the silhouette of his little bun. Chills coursed through him and his eyes watered, heart leaping with joy.... It felt so strange, but he didn't wish this magical emotion to stop

He probably buys you one of those pill organizers with pretty colors so you know and he knows if you've taken your supplements

Whenever he has a very shitty day at work, being greeted by you waddling up to him due to your feet hurting from carrying the baby once he arrives home is the best. It makes him chuckle, but he soon drops down to place a kiss to your tummy to dispel any irritation you may feel his way after his small laugh

About work... Azul kinda lets him do as he pleases, he's aware there's no changing his decision. If he wants to skip half the shift to keep an eye on you, he allows it. But Floyd must heed important calls whenever he's summoned urgently.

Will ask to bath together. Intimate, soothing, and relaxing. Bathing with you while hugging you from behind to feel the bump reassures him you're both doing a good job so far, that there's nothing to fear

It's mainly in the few seconds before bedtime that he drops onto your lap to chat with the little one. Likes to hum melodies to the bump

He has a little game where he'll poke at your belly and wait to see if the baby kicks the spot he prodded

Sometimes, Azul pops up for a visit. Very calming to have the grey haired to talk to about emotional messes. Jade sometimes calls to make sure you're both fine and have everything you need. If he visits, they're short and to the point.

Maternity photoshoot?? Nah, he'll pass.... but if you are stubborn and very insistent, he relents. You better not send them to his parents behind his back (but you totally do, of course).

When you're in labor/the baby arrives

You want chaos? Because you definitely got chaos! Don't get me wrong, Floyd is actually doing a tremendously amazing job carrying your bag and yourself to the car. He's actually driving superb while reminding you to take repeat the breathing exercises you were taught. It's just...... the other people's slow pace and stupidity the ones making him yell profanities

Absolutely throws his signature crazed look at the first nurse he finds when asking, no, demanding help

That crazed look was reason enough to keep him out of the room you'd be in, his consequent aggressiveness after given the news is an even grater reason. If you can muster it, tell him you will be okay and to trust the doctors.

Sits on the closest waiting space to your room. Probably goes up to a bending machine and punches it a couple times to release some of the tension (he got a free snack, too)

Now it's when the nervousness settles in. He's so afraid at having you and his child away from him, he's worried about everything. May shed a couple tears of frustration, fear, and stress. His instincts tell him to protect you even if he knows there's nothing to protect you from, you're in a hospital for goodness sake!

That's when he calls Jade for comfort, and soon after dials his mother. It's her voice the one that helps him break through the confusing fog in his mind to go back and sit as close to your room as he can

Probably ends up stress eating everything in that vending machine he punched as he waits for any news about you and the baby He's munching on the last bit of a candy bar when a new one crosses his field of vision. It's Jade, with a bag full of treats, and some much needed water. Azul's beside his twin

It feels strange, but Floyd feels very vulnerable and needs the familiarity both of them bring. He lets his head fall on Jade's shoulder, which the twin takes as cue to hug him by placing an arm around his shoulders. Azul kneels in front of him and asks "How are you feeling, Floyd?"

"Scared.... and alert. Like I need to protect them, but... I know they're safe." He probably ends up crying a little more right then. After being calmed down by Azul, he probably sleeps for 10 minutes

Wakes up to find his mother replacing Jade by his side, and his dad is also with them now. Definitely feels much better after some shut eye and after seeing he's now surrounded by familiar faces

When he hears his name be called out by the doctor, he's immediately shooting up and throwing questions at the doc. Thankfully, the professional firmly states everything went swimmingly and he can now see you.

Will you look at that? TWO little babies are waiting to meet him!

You're holding one, and the second cutie is placed in his arms and.... There come the waterworks again It was such a natural reaction, he had no time to try and suppress it. Not like he would've wanted to, but the way you "aww"ed at him made him feel a little embarrassed

The twin in his arms reached out and tugged his black strip of hair after it tickled their face, Floyd couldn't help giggle

He can't lie, his arms were shaking the whole time he held the little one. He was scared of hurting them...or dropping them

He wonders how everyone missed the elusive second baby, but he's so happy!! He has two cute kids!! Oh, you're such a wonderful and strong parent! You carried their weight combined and powered through the pregnancy just like that!

He really wants to climb into your bed and hold you so close, but he knows you need rest. Settles for peppered kisses all over your face while uttering "I love you, thank you" in between

While his instincts do tell him to chase away the "dangerous" males away from his newborn kids, Floyd does let his father get close and look at the babies along with his mom. Jade and Azul are a different story, however, he growled at them.

Like Jade, Floyd loves spending time with his twins! His top fav is bathing the twins because he's always eager to see if they will turn into merfolk (spoilers: they do!! And quite early! A few months after their 1st birthday!)

Another thing he loves doing is laying a blanket on the floor and watching his cuties play with their toys and giggle at each other

He tried their baby food once and decided to make homemade baby food from then on. He says he wants his little ones to taste only good things since those prepackaged stuff taste terrible. Just keep an eye on his spice use.

Night necessities are your task though, he does not take kindly to being interrupted in his sleep

He likes reenacting baby photos of him and Jade with his babies

Once his kids get the hang of their mer-form, most of your vacations will be under the sea~

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weelittleweasley · 3 years

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Proper Present | Draco x Reader

Prompt as requested by @beiahadid: After the war, you and Draco are able to live your lives the way you want. You both get married, you get jobs, you live in your own house, and soon the idea of starting a family rolls around. How does Draco react when he finds out you are pregnant?

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, language, pregnancy, FLUFFYYYY

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: SCREW IT DRACO IS A HEALER POST WAR THERE I SAID IT!!!!!!!!! Happy Monday, beauties! Today I’ll have a few fics out hopefully. Probably this one, a few headcannons, and maahaaybe a longer fic if I am up for it.

Slowly peeling your eyes open, you let your eyes adjust to the morning light that streams in from the windows of your home. The silk sheets wrapped around you have never felt so good. You stretch your arms up, letting all the kinks out from your restful night’s sleep as you inhale a deep breath. As you lay down, you think of how lucky you were to be laying here.

After the war, things changed for everyone. You had finished your time at Hogwarts and that meant that you and your boyfriend, Draco, wanted to leave as soon as possible. Neither of you hesitated to get out of there, leaving it all behind. Draco wanted nothing more than to leave his parents behind, never being able to forgive his father and mother for putting him and you in direct danger. If you had died, Draco wouldn’t have forgiven himself for letting his parents behave in such a manner. The two of you left Hogwarts and wanted to go somewhere quiet and remote, where you could get away from madness for a while. Draco had found a small cottage in the countryside that wasn’t far from the city, so you could commute to work if need be. It was perfect.

Draco didn’t want to waste any more time. Shortly after leaving Hogwarts, you two were married. The ceremony was just between you two, intimate like you both had hoped it would be. During your wedding, Draco promised that he would do everything in his power to keep you safe, happy, and healthy. He wanted nothing more, but to be able to provide for you and him. The two of you got jobs, Draco as a Healer in the city and you as a herbologist. This way the two of you would be able to work in similar departments, which meant you worked in adjacent buildings with similar work schedules. Some times your work required you to come into the hospital where Draco worked and those days were the best, working beside your husband, both taking care of people.

You sigh out a happy breath, enjoying the morning sun on your skin, warming you up through your night clothes. As you sit up, your master bedroom door opens to reveal your husband, a large bouquet of flowers in hand and a mug full of hot tea. “Happy Birthday, darling,” he beams as your heart flutters. You had nearly forgot it was your birthday. You were so caught up in work this week that you forgot that today was your special day. Draco places the mug of tea on your nightstand and hands you the flowers are you graciously accept them. He sits on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on your knee, rubbing it gently. “Do you feel older?” he laughs as you sip on your tea carefully.

Rolling your eyes you say, “No and thank Merlin for that.” You both chuckle lightly as you lean forward and give him a sweet kiss on his lips. “Thank you, darling for the flowers and tea.”

“That’s not all,” he wiggles his eyebrows. “There are more birthday surprises on the way.” You sigh, knowing that Draco loved giving gift to show his love for you. It was very kind of him, but you didn’t want him wasting his hard earned money on you. Although he still had remains of the Malfoy fortune and he knew that he could ride that out for the rest of your lives, he didn’t like using that money anymore since he knew it was blood money. Instead, Draco kept that money tucked away and would only touch it in case of an emergency. “Nothing too crazy, don’t worry. Just a few special things for you,” he speaks, kissing your nose. “No come on, I’m making you breakfast.”

Draco starts into the kitchen as you take your time, rolling out of bed, sliding on your slippers and silky robe. As you tighten the fabric around you, you walk down the halls of your home, before walking past an empty room. You had lived in this house for almost three years now, but you and Draco hadn’t touched this room since you had moved in. It was a nursery room. Although you and Draco hadn’t been actively trying for children, the thought of a child made you excited, but nervous. When you were still students at Hogwarts and you talked about your future, Draco never mentioned that he wanted children and when he brought up children, it was always followed by something negative. But you knew that stemmed from his parents and the way they raised him. Draco didn’t want to raise a child like his father and mother did him. If Draco was going to be a father, he was going to step up to the plate and provide for them in a way that his father never could.

You pull yourself out of your thoughts as you pass the nursery and head into the kitchen, as Draco hovers over the stove with eggs cracked in a pan and toast in the toaster. You sat on the dining room counter as he cooked, enjoying the sight of your husband cooking for you, him being very careful not to burn or overcook anything. This in itself was a great gift; spending quality time with your husband on a lazy weekend morning.

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Throughout the morning, Draco gifted you small things here and there. A new pair of shoes, some more books that you were looking at from the shoppes, a basket of sweets, all were very thoughtful and you can tell Draco had planned out these gifts carefully. The middle of the day was disturbed when Draco was called into work on an emergency call. He groaned as his pager buzzed. “I’m sorry, darling, I wish I didn’t have to go,” he tells you, rising from the couch.

You softly smile at him, rising to kiss him. “No need to apologize. You have a job, love, go. Besides, you know I’m not crazy about my birthday. Go save someone’s life,” you send him off with a kiss as he throws a wink your way before leaving your house, hearing the car drive off.

Standing in the middle of your living room, you let a sigh out. You didn’t lie to Draco, you didn’t care much about your birthday, but you didn’t like being alone with your thoughts in this house. As you clean up the dishes in the sink, you can’t help but feel like there is something calling you from down the hall. It’s like a magnet pulling you down the hallway as you land back at the empty nursery.

You stare at the door to the nursery before mustering up enough courage to push the door open. Nothing is in the room. It is completely empty. White walls, hardwood floor, nothingness that fills it up. Slowly and carefully, as if not to disturb the air, you enter the room. Within seconds, you start imagining what it would be like to have a child with Draco. You knew that your child would look like Draco, no doubt, his genetics were far stronger than yours. You can imagine wrapping your baby up in blankets as it cooed at you. You can see Draco holding your child you so much delicacy and care, afraid of the baby. You laughed at the thought. You know that Draco would teach your child so much about everything under the sun; life, magic, family, anything and everything.

It isn’t until you feel the tear running down your face that you notice you are crying at the thought of having a chid with the man you love more than life. You wanted a baby. It felt right. The timing was right, you had a house, you could provide for the child, you knew that now was the time.

You stood in that nursery for what felt like forever. You didn’t even notice how long you were in there until you heard the front door open and keys hitting the counter. “I’m back, love,” Draco calls, but you don’t budge from your position in the nursery. “What are you doing in here?” he laughs, walking into the room with you. You just turn to him with a small smile on your lips. “What are you smiling about?” he laughs as he pulls you into his arms, arms around your waist.

“I want a baby,” you whisper. His eyes widen, not expecting that answer. “We’ve waited for so long and I think we’re ready...I want a child with you, Draco,” you tell him as you stroke his hair, gently soothing him.

Draco lets a small sigh escape his lips as he surrenders to your touch. His eyes light up as you smile at him, knowing that if a child will make you happy, he’d give you ten thousand children. “Well,” he starts. “I do owe you a proper birthday present.”

With a giggle, he pulls you into your master bedroom, door shutting behind you before he attacks your lips with his. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you as his grip on you becomes tighter and tighter. You push his jacket off of him as he kisses your neck feverishly. A trail of clothes leads to your bed now as he pushes you back on the bed, him climbing on top of you, kissing your neck down to your chest, leaving sloppy wet mouth mouthed kisses all over. His hands grope your breasts outside your thin bra before he unclips it, throwing it to the side, his warm hands now cupping the exposed flesh. You let your fingers run through his white blonde hair, tugging at his roots. He tugs your underwear down so it dangles around your ankles.

Draco traces your lips with his finger before you suck on his two fingers, swirling your tongue around them as a smirk plays on his lips. “Good girl,” he huskily whispers before pulling his fingers out of your wet mouth and into your wet pussy. You let a moan hum on your lips as he pumps his fingers in and out of you as he watches you roll your head back. “You like that?” he pushes his fingers in and out of you, increasing his speed as you moan in response. Draco then let his thumb slowly drag across as your clit as you buck your hips up. He loved teasing you just to get a rise out of you; he knew how much you hated that. “Beg,” he demands.

Screwing your eyes shut, you say, “Please, fuck, please” breathlessly through pants. Obeying, Draco starts making small circles on your clit as he continues to finger fuck you, your mind is reeling at the sensation. Draco presses your hips down to prevent you from bucking your hips up. He wanted to save that for when he was fucking you senseless with his cock. Your thighs began to shake, your sign that you were close to releasing all over his long fingers. “Baby,” you pant. “Fuck, I’m close.”

With a few more pumps, you come all over Draco’s fingers as he continues to pump, making sure you are riding out your high deliciously. When you catch your breath, Draco pulls his fingers out and stick them in his mouth, licking up your wetness. He then pulls his boxers off and hovers over you before kissing you gently. “I love you,” he speaks, interlacing your fingers before pushing himself into your heat as he sighs.

You feel your walls tighten around his member as you squeeze his hand. He lets you adjust to his size before he starts to move, in and out slowly and gently. You grab onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin before dragging down his back as he picks up his rhythm. “I love you,” he repeats, his hips picking up a familiar pace as you dig your nails deeper into his skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he continues as he is pounding into you.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck as your hands tangle in his hair. “I love you,” you tell him back as his rhythm becomes irregular, signaling he was close to releasing inside of you. “I love you, baby.”

“Shit,” Draco pants before you feel him release inside of you, filling you up. Draco’s thumb finds your clit again, rubbing figure eights into you, making you come for him for the second time. The two of you are breathless as he pulls out of you, laying next to you before pulling you into his chest. “I love you,” he kisses the top of your head as you cuddle into his bare chest, pulling the covers over the both of you. “I’m sorry I never said it before, but I want a family with you. I want that for the both of us.”

You smile at your husband, placing a hand on his cheek. “I love you. There is no need to apologize. We weren’t ready before. But now, I want to be parents. We’re ready.”

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A week and a half passes and you are sat at work, talking amongst your colleagues. As one of your colleagues talks about shipping a large amount of herbs to wizarding schools across the country, you can’t help, but feel your body temperature suddenly spike and your mouth become dry. You peel your laboratory coat off and tie your hair back in a ponytail in order to alleviate some of the heat, but nothing seems to work. “(Y/N)? Are you alright?” one of your colleagues asks. “Your face is white as parchment.”

Giving a small nod, you say, “Yeah, I’m just hot. Is anyone else?” Your colleagues just give you confused looks. “I’m alright I’m just...” you trail off as your head starts to spin.

One of your colleagues grabs you, seeing your balance shift. “Let’s get you some water and something to eat,” she suggests, but the thought of food makes your stomach churn.

“Just water is fine,” you insist. “Thank you.”

As you sit there your colleague and friend, Jessica, looks over at you. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Jessica asks. “You never are like this,” she scoots next to you. “Do you need to go next door to the hospital? Just so they can check out to see if anything is wrong?”

That’s when it hits you. “Jess, do you mind coming with me. I think I know what’s going on, but I just need to be sure of it.”

Within minutes, you are in the hospital and you recognize the woman at the desk, Delilah, who sends you a smile as you enter with Jessica. “Hi, (Y/N). Are you here for Draco?” she asks, knowing that’s why you usually came in.

“Actually, D,” you look around. “Do you know if you have any...muggle pregnancy tests leftover?” you ask her in a hushed tone.

Her eyes and Jessica’s widen. “You think you’re pregnant?” Jessica scream whispers. “Have you and Draco been trying?”

You shrug, “I don’t know. Draco and I both said we wanted to try and have been trying, but it’s only been a bloody week since we started. Do you think it’s possible?”

Delilah comes back with a small box and hands it to you quickly. “It’s very possible,” she tells you. “The bathroom is down the hall. We’ll be out here if you need us, just give us a shout.”

You walk down the hall, your heart beat is thumping in your chest. How was it possible that you were pregnant a week and a half after having sex for the first time unprotected? This just seemed unreal. You close and lock the bathroom door and pee on the stick before placing it on the counter. “Wait three minutes?” you huff. This was about to be the longest three minutes of your life. “Bloody hell.”

You sit on the toilet seat, staring at the pregnancy test in front of you, tapping your foot anxiously. What if it said pregnant? That’s what you wanted, right? A baby with the man you loved most. But what if you weren’t ready? What if you jumped the gun? What if Draco didn’t really want a baby with you?

Thoughts race through your mind before you look at your watch anxiously. Three minutes was up. You let out a shaky exhalation before rising and closing your eyes. “It’s alright, (Y/N),” you calm yourself down. “Just look.”

Picking up the test, you flip it up to see two dark lines.

I’m pregnant you think to yourself.

Tears fill your eyes and a huge smile is on your face. You were going to have a baby. Draco was going to be a father. You were going to be a mother. You let a happy sob escape your lips. You were pregnant.

“(Y/N)? It’s been three minutes,” Jessica calls from the other side of the door. You swing the door open with tears in your eyes and large smile on your face. “Merlin,” she whispers. “You’re pregnant.” She engulfs you in a hug before looking to Delilah.

Delilah’s face jumps with excitement. She picks up the desk phone and announces over the speaker system. “Can Dr. Malfoy please report to exam room number four right away? Dr. Malfoy, report to exam room four,” Delilah speaks as you giggle with excitement. She hangs up the phone, “Go!”

You run to exam room four, shutting the door, bubbling with excitement, bursting at the seams waiting for your husband to come in. What was he gonna say? What was he going to do?

“Alright, hi there I’m Dr. Malfoy and I-” Draco sees you standing in the exam room, hands behind your back, clutching onto the pregnancy test with an iron grip. “Oh, darling! What are you doing here?” he asks with a big smile, walking over to you to kiss your cheek. He notices your hands behind your back. “Uh oh. What are you up to?” he chuckles.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you speak, “I need to tell you something.” Draco’s face fills with nerves as he shakes his head. “Or I can show you.” He furrows his brows as you take one of his hands and then place the pregnancy test in his hands. He looks at it confused for a moment before reality hits him in the face. “I’m pregnant...” you start to cry.

Draco is shocked. He doesn’t say anything which brings you anxiety. But then the biggest smile comes across his face as he looks up at you. “You’re pregnant,” he whispers, tears starting to pool in his eyes. You happily nod, covering your mouth to hold back your giggles and sobs. “You’re pregnant,” he repeats with so much happiness and laughter. “We’re going to have a baby?!” he screams before engulfing you in the biggest hug, spinning you around as you wildly laugh. He puts you down and kisses you hard as you hold him tightly. “I’m going to be a dad,” he cries as you hold his face.

“You’re going to be a dad,” you repeat, crying. “You’re going to be the best bloody father,” you tell him, making his heart swell at your words. “We’re going to be parents.”

Draco buries his face in your neck as you hold onto him tight, his grip unbreakable on you. “You’re going to be the most wonderful mother,” he whispers in your ear as you smile into his laboratory coat. “We’re going to be the best parents,” he pulls away to look at the brightest smile you have on your face. “We’re having a fucking baby!”

You laugh at him before he dashes out of the exam room and takes to the halls. “My wife is pregnant!” he yells down the halls of the hospital, earning cheers from his fellow Healers. This baby was in for the ride of their life.

#draco #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco x female reader #draco x you #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy oneshot #draco malfoy fanficiton #draco malfoy x female reader #draco smut #draco malfoy smut #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #hp #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter imagine

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kkusuka · 3 years

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Our little corner of the garden.

based on a request miss Puppy submitted that i was so in love with, i changed it a bit but its mostly of the request lol

the request: Imagine y/n is being forced into an arranged married to better her fathers company but obviously she hates the idea but she loves her dad so she agrees. Oikawa on the other hand refuses to let the love of his life go so with the help of Iwa Oikawa got a suit and crash y/n’s wedding. It was right before the bride had to walk. Y/N standing in her bridal suite wearing her beautiful and expensive wedding dress trying not to pass out when Oikawa walked in “wow, don’t you look gorgeous” “Tooru!? What are you doing here!?” Oikawa explains how much he loves her and he can take care of her and she can live her life free of unfair responsibilities. Oikawa asks y/n to run away with him to Argentina to marry him. Y/n ends up agreeing and they run out of the chapel giggling hand in hand while a cheering Iwa is in the drivers seat of the love birds getaway car and yes please I thought that would be so cute 🥺🥺🥺-✨Puppy🤩

relationship: Oikawa Tooru x reader, slight Atsumu x reader, and iwaizumi hajime is mentioned <3

genre: angst with a happy ending

synopsis: the moment he had lead you into the small corner of the garden your heart was his.

words: 2.4k

notes:i turned it into a royal AU because it adds more flare. i shed more than a few tears while writing this and it has to be my favorite thing I’ve ever published. and that's saying a lot. i hope you enjoy it as much as i do <3

also may or may not be influenced by speak now by taylor swift

Since you could remember there have been two constants in your life.

The first was a bubbly bright-eyed boy Oikawa Tooru.

You had both met on the eve of your seventh birthday, a day you dreaded. Your mother used any and all family events to invite every prominent family in the kingdom for a night of celebration. A night you couldn't participate in due to your age; an answer to a question that you hated to hear.

In your six-year-old mind, the best way to handle your anger was to run to the garden and hide for as long as you could humanly manage. You flung the most desolate corner and squatted right down, head between your knees.

You sat there for what felt like hours until a small pat on your back had you reeling your head to look at who dared to interrupt your pity-party. No one should know where you went and if they did they should know better than to touch you.

But turning and seeing the warmest brown eyes in the world was not what you had expected. The setting sun behind his tufts of chocolate brown hair made him look like he had a halo. Maybe your nights of prayer had worked, god had sent you an angel.

“Now Missy princess, I ain’t a professional but sittin’ like that can't be nice. ‘Cmon up missy girl!”

You aren't sure if you believed his words or if you were so mesmerized by him that you locked hands and let him pull you up revealing the two-inch difference in your height. A difference that he didn't let go of for the rest of the night.

He brought you to a small crevice in the high-leaved walls of your family's garden, settling you down he told you his name: Oikawa Tooru and that he lived in the servants quarters with his mother.

Along with that, you learned of his interest in catching a real-life alien, by the time the sun had fully settled you could hear your name called from the pathway Oikawa had led you down hours before, they had found you, it was time to go.

Oikawa led you back down the track making you promise to come back the next day to form a plan that no alien could avoid. And so every afternoon into the evening at dinner was spent telling stories and making contraptions that you were sure no alien could averse to.

You couldn't count how many times your childhood rebellion had got you in trouble with your more than disappointed parents. Not even their cliche speeches about being of a high standard and not meddling with peasants were able to deter you from seeing him.

One thing was for certain: Oikawa Tooru became your first friend.

The second constant was the fact you would never be able to have your own future.

You learned this at five years old when your mother began to groom you into the perfect bride she expected you to be. Managing to convince you to finally start taking lessons at age 15 by mentioning how late everything already was.

You liked to pretend the etiquette lessons are just because your mother wanted you to act like a lady. But the back of your mind always reminded you it was because she wanted you to be a great wife. She didn't care if you could hold a teacup properly, she cared if anyone else noticed.

You used your speech classes to strengthen your voice for when Oikawa asked you to sing for him when he wanted to sleep. Not because you needed to make speeches when you are crowned queen. It didn't matter that you were a complimented orator, you cared that in his daily letter to you he complimented how soft your voice was as it lulled him to sleep.

Your favorite was the dance lessons, the same ones where you would run to see Tooru in your secluded corner of the garden and teach him everything you learned. You'd spend hours telling him the ‘proper’ way to place his foot as he laughs at you about how up-tight you sound. Of course, he always listens, continuing to twirl you around with the utmost pristine.

These dances made you think about the ever-growing difference in height the two of you shared, no longer were you two inches taller than the brown-haired boy. Now the small boy you once knew towered over you, and he constantly reminded you of it.

“Aw! y/n you look so tiny from here!” he laughed as he held you from the waist and led you in a waltz that he was making up as the music went on. Emphasizing his point by placing a palm on your head ruffling your hair and once again laughing as your cheeks puffed out.

His voice was no longer high-pitched and no longer cracked when he whined about how annoying your mother was being. His deep voice lingered in your mind as you laid away in your bed after he dropped you off hours before, like a whisper in the night.

Nothing else had changed about him, his eyes were still the warmest and lightest you've ever seen and his hair was still just as soft as it looked. He still smiled like the world was at his feet and he still conspired with you about the aliens that WERE coming.

He was still your Tooru. Your Toru had grown so he could tilt your chin to look him in the eye. Your Tooruthat teased you by whispering improper things during gatherings, the same whispers that send chills down your spine. Your Tooru, whose hands grab your waist and leave ghostly touches on you for weeks, the same hands that envelop you and drag you to the gardens.

Your Tooru that you’ve been in love with since you met in the evening in your garden. The same love you would never indulge.

A love that you have been preparing to lose yet at the same time you would never release.

At 17 you had received the news you had blocked out of your life: your parents had found you a suitable husband. You were sure he was wonderful, but the idea repulsed you.

And it seemed to repulse Tooru even more. He had gone silent the second you came to him teary-eyed, spouting about how you would never be free again. For hours he held your shaking form telling you he would make sure you were happy no matter what.

Beginning the next day Oikawa tried to spend every waking moment by your side, running through the halls, late-night cooking when neither of you could sleep, and even taking your parent's crowns and pretending you were dancing at both of your coronations.

Weeks upon weeks you spent basking in each other's company doing everything to ignore the impending doom you rapidly approached. And finally, your sphere of bliss with Tooru was broken when your first meeting with your future husband was announced.

Atsumu Miya was wonderful. He was handsome and funny, knew how to converse, and your parents seemed to thoroughly enjoy his presence. And he was extremely nice to you, making you feel as if you’d known him your whole life.

But one thing had you entirely consumed the whole visit: Atsumu Miya was not Oikawa Tooru. Not in the slightest.

How was it possible they had the same brown eyes but Tooru’s were so much brighter and they looked at you like you were the entire world. How is it that Atsumu looked at you like everyone else? he didn't make you feel special.

Atsumu’s hair was not the soft brown you were accustomed to, his hair was colored an ugly yellow that you couldn't tell if your opinion was biased or you were beginning to hate the color.

Atsumu’s smile was not the warm, sweet tilt of Tooru’s lips, instead, it was a tight, flirty smirk that unsettled you to the core. Atsumu didn't have the cute tilt of Tooru’s eyes when he smiled.

He was simply not Tooru. And that would simply not do.

Somewhere in your mind, you knew that no one could replace Tooru. You were all his no matter who you were set to marry.

And that fact didn't help when he volunteered to help choose flowers. It was hard to swallow when he chose napkins and helped with the centerpieces. You wanted to scream when he asked if he could cake taste with you. You wanted to run and never come back when he sat and watched you try on the hand-tailored dress for your big day.

You held on to the delusion that you and Tooru were planning your own wedding, not you and another man who would never hold a place in your heart. That you and he were baking a cake that you and he would cut the next day, then go to a beautiful island and live in domestic bliss for the rest of your natural lives, maybe to meet in the next.

The hardest to swallow was the visit to the corner of the garden the night before you give up your freedom. How he pulled you into his embrace asking if the two of you could practice your first dance with Atsumu, “just to practice” he reminds.

“I can't believe you're getting married” he mused while rearranging his hands to the middle of your waist. Rocking you back and forth as you hugged your arms around his back. “Do you remember the first time we came to this spot? You were pouting about your birthday, and me, the amazing Oikawa Tooru, was the only one who could help you.”

He kept you tucked into his chest as he continued to list all of the most important memories the two of you shared in your corner of the garden.

“This really is our corner Tooru.”

“Yeah…. It really is, do you mind if I add another memory to our corner?”

He kissed you right there, holding on to whatever he could of your love.

Oikawa Tooru was not a prince.

That fact haunted him since that eve of your seventh birthday. He was the son of a barmaid who gained work doing labor in the castle for food and a place to stay. Not someone whom the crowned princess should associate with.

And the head knight in training thought exactly that, Iwaizumi Hajime was his closest confidant since coming to the country of Aoba, his best friend. And also the grounder of all of Tooru’s ridiculous rambling about spending the rest of his life catching aliens with you.

Oikawa has to give it to him, Iwaizumi did a good job making sure he didn’t do anything too stupid. Unfortunately, he couldn't talk him out of meeting you one last time before he’d probably never see you again.

He held you in his arms one last time, telling you all of his favorite memories he held so dearly, back when you had all the time in the world. Back when the two of you were invincible.

Back to when he wished he just grabbed you and told you everything you made him feel, all the times he just wanted to scream how much he loved you.

He wasn't a prince in the eyes of everyone else, but he didn't need to be when he had you.

Oikawa Tooru was not a prince, but when had that mattered to him anyway?

Before you could fully wake, you were being pulled in a thousand different directions for last-minute dress fittings and checking the venue a final time before being whisked away for someone to do your hair.

You didn't even realize what was happening until you were being once more uprooted and told to wait in a small fitting room. For what felt like hours you waited, thinking about what your new, presumably miserable, life would be like.

The two women helping you in your dress were far more excited than you were, a lump had formed in your throat and if they didn't leave you alone and stop talking about your soon-to-be husband, you were going to be sick.

You looked beautiful, whoever did your hair and makeup did wonderfully. You looked like a bride. Maybe you could get through this if you closed your eyes and pretend it was Tooru and not the blonde who was getting ready across the hall somewhere.

You were given your bouquet and a long veil was placed on your head, it was finally time. No more dancing in the garden or making traps for the pesky aliens. No more Oikawa Tooru.

Somewhere in your thoughts, you missed when the door opened and a hand was placed on your back.

Turning over your shoulder to see the same brown eyes that you have for the past eleven years and the same soft brown hair you've braided and run your hands through. It wasn't the sun but the light in the room as you looked up at him made it look like he had a halo. God really had sent you an angel.

“Now missy, I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be happy on your wedding day.”

You couldn't think of anything but the way he was smiling at you, the same smile he had while leading you down the path all those years ago. The same one who was leading you out of the room to a side exit door,

“And I've been doing some thinking, I can't just let the woman I love go and marry someone else just like that. Especially not to come half-ass wanna be casanova!”

He was lifting the veil off your face, wiping away the flood of tears coming down your cheeks as you brought your hand up to help him with his.

“So, princess y/n l/n, would you follow me to make some more memories?”

“Oh, I'd follow you to the ends of the earth Prince Oikawa Tooru.”

#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa angst #oikawa fluff #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x reader angst #oikawa x reader angst #oikawa x reader fluff #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #hq #hq!!#haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x you

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Dom!Giyuu x F!S/O: Strawberries and Cream (Smut, Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Note: HAPPY 26th BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST-EST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE, and the co-owner of my fictitious non-homo platonic lesbian mansion on an orgy island— @biznichwrites. I love you, Biz. Maybe. Just a little. Hope you like part 2 of your birthday present. 💜

Warnings: Smut, Bondage (Belt), Blindfold (Neck Tie), Choking, Strawberry Picking, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, D/s, Dom!Giyuu

***

Even after three years together, Giyuu couldn’t believe that he was one lucky man. To have married such a complex and intriguing woman— he wasn’t even sure what he’d done right in a past life to deserve someone like her.

He’d always said that love was something elusive for him, and he wholeheartedly believed that no one would fall for his stoic nature; yet he was proven wrong when he met (Y/n). And slowly— little by little— she had changed him.

That wasn’t the proper term for it, but it was all that Giyuu could think of at that moment; because it best described how he’d transformed from a quiet and stoic man, to someone who was so full of love for her— still quiet, but no longer seemingly emotionless.

(Y/n) had gotten him to know who he really was beneath the façade that he’d shown the world, and let him accept it. She had patiently supported him through everything, and he couldn’t be more grateful for that.

And there wasn’t a single thing that he wouldn’t do for her. Because, for him, his wife deserved the world.

“You’re too good to me, Giyuu,” (Y/n) whispered over the soft croon of a piano being played a few ways away from their table. Her eyes subtly darted around the expensive restaurant once more, taking note of the beautiful paintings on the ceiling, before turning her attention back to her husband.

In turn, the raven-haired man merely shrugged his shoulders and shot her a small smile— one that had her heart fluttering inside her chest, with how more handsome it made him.

Sometimes (Y/n) couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have been the woman that Giyuu fell for. But that was her reality, and she was extremely happy with it.

Though it never ceased feeling surreal to her.

“Are you two ready for dessert?” The waiter cut in politely, motioning to (Y/n)’s empty plate— and taking it when he got a nod from the couple.

In the time that the waiter had gone to get their desserts from the kitchen, (Y/n) looked around once more at the restaurant— merely soaking the atmosphere in, as it wasn’t often that she and Giyuu would go out to fancy restaurants like the one they at.

She’d wanted to just celebrate her birthday at home, but Giyuu wasn’t having it. He had even gone all out and bought a dress and shoes for her, just so she wouldn’t have to worry about what to wear that night.

“Thank you, Giyuu… for an amazing birthday.” The young woman smiled at her husband, feeling her eyes brimming with tears at the sweet gesture, but blinking them back as the waiter had already come back and was explaining the night’s dessert special to them: strawberries and cream parfait.

And the first bite was enough to have Giyuu bite back a grin— especially as he watched his wife’s eyes close in bliss. He was glad that she was having a nice time during dinner, but he hadn’t even gotten to the best part of her birthday celebration yet.

***

“Did you have fun, dear?” Giyuu asked as he held the front door open for his wife. And, with a bright smile, she wrapped her arms around his neck before pulling him in for a kiss.

Giyuu knew exactly where she wanted things to go, but he wasn’t giving in to her— at least, not yet. So, with a gentle nudge of his foot, he shut the door; hearing the automatic lock whirr to life, before he slanted his lips against his wife’s and pushed her back against the wall behind her.

He could feel her gasp against him at the suddenness of his actions, but he paid no mind to it as he nipped at her bottom lip; coaxing her to part her lips for him. When she did open up for him, he wasted no time in slipping his tongue inside her mouth— sliding it against hers and groaning when she began sucking on his own.

Then slowly, one of his hands— which had been on her waist— made its way up to her neck. He slid it up her right breast with a little brush of his fingers against her clothed nipple, bypassing the mound completely in favor of wrapping his digits around her neck.

At first, it was nothing more than soft caresses to her skin— until he gradually squeezed his middle finger and thumb at the sides of her neck; making her gasp into his mouth as she gently gripped onto the hair at the back of his head.

A soft groan ripped itself free from Giyuu’s lips at that, making him pull back at little from (Y/n)’s lips— what with how breathless he was— before diving back in to delve into her mouth once more.

Meanwhile, his other hand made quick work of undoing his belt; tugging it through the loops and letting it stay at his side as he squeezed (Y/n)’s neck even tighter. Her eyes looked so hazy with lust that he wanted nothing more than to bend her over where she was and fuck her then and there, but he also wanted her to be more comfortable; so, it had to be on the bed.

“Are you going to fuck me here, Daddy?” (Y/n) asked in a raspy tone, smiling up sweetly at her husband as he let go of his grip on her neck to grip her chin— if only to assert his dominance over her.

“I’ll fuck you wherever I want, sweetheart.” Part of Giyuu wanted to shy away from the filthy things coming out of his mouth but, slowly, the more dominant side of him was starting to come out— as he didn’t really like it when she was bratty with him.

It was just really fortunate that (Y/n) loved it when he dominated her. She claimed that she loved how she could make Giyuu drop his quiet and gentle façade in bed.

And Giyuu had to admit that he liked that she brought out another side of him too.

But he couldn’t dwell on that at the moment— as he could feel his cock twitching at how alluring his wife looked at that moment; as needy for him as he was for her.

He then forced himself to step away from her, hooking one finger to the front of her dress and tugging on it. “Strip for me.”

It didn’t take the young woman a minute to discard her clothes; even shamelessly taking her underwear off— which put her at a slight disadvantage, with how clothed Giyuu still was. But she didn’t mind, as she knew that his clothes would all come off sooner or later.

That, and it made her even wetter to see him perusing her figure with his lust-filled gaze.

“So beautiful,” The young man whispered reverently, before holding a hand out to her— to which she automatically put her wrists together on. They had been through the same routine more than once, so it was nothing more than a habit for them at that point.

A really sexy habit.

(Y/n) shot him another smile at that, while watching him take his belt and use it to bind her wrists together. “Thank you, Daddy.”

She was rewarded with a kiss for that, before having her arms lifted up and over Giyuu’s head— so that she could hold on to him for support as he picked her up from the ground; her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, with her pussy pressed up against his thick erection.

Giyuu cupped the backs of her thighs to support her even further, while rocking his hips into hers to let her feel just how needy she made him for her. And with quick movements, he carried her all the way up to their bedroom— laying her down on the mattress and pushing her arms up over her head, as he stayed nestled between her legs.

With one last pass of his hands down her torso, Giyuu pulled them back to himself— taking hold of his tie and undoing it in one smooth move, before undoing the knot it had with both hands. “Do you remember your safe words?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Tell me,” He uttered as he leaned over (Y/n) and made a move to indicate that he was going to use his tie to blindfold her; so he sat there, hovering above her as she waited patiently for her to answer.

“Red for stop, green for keep going, and yellow for wait.”

Giyuu nodded at that, letting a small pleased smile touch his lips before he leaned down and rewarded her with a kiss. All before he finally tied the black strip of cloth around her head. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

The first few seconds of being afloat in darkness was a little disorienting for (Y/n)— had it not been for Giyuu’s soft touches and sweet kisses that kept her focused only on him.

Slowly, his hands drifted down to her chest; cupping her breasts in his hands and kneading them as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. The action had her moaning in pleasure— especially when Giyuu tugged on the hard, little buds. It had her back arching into his touch, which pleased Giyuu immensely.

But that wasn’t all that the young man had planned for her; so, with one hand still cupping her right breast, he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth— sucking hard on it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue to send her writhing beneath him.

(Y/n) could feel Giyuu’s clothes rubbing against her bare body, and it only added to the sensations coursing through her entire system. The heady feel of his soft shirt gliding against her torso, with the contrast of his warm hand caressing her breasts as he alternated sucking on both of her nipples.

It was safe to say that the young woman was steadily being pushed towards the precipice of her first orgasm; just from that alone.

But she was pleasurably mistaken when she thought that Giyuu would let her cum from that alone. She felt his left hand snake down to her pussy, parting her folds with two of his fingers while one dipped itself inside her sopping entrance— coating the digit in her slick, before it glided up her slit so he could play with the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The pad of Giyuu’s middle finger kept circling around his wife’s clit, earning soft and sexy moans from her that went straight to his cock— having it twitch within his pants, just begging to be set free, so he could fuck her already.

However, he was nowhere near done with pleasuring her; not until she came.

“Please, Daddy. Please let me cum,” (Y/n) begged quietly; her words being tacked off with a soft gasp as her husband nipped at her right nipple before flicking it with his tongue. All the while, the finger that was playing with her clit made its way back down to her sopping entrance— pushing the digit inside and curling it against her g-spot, in a way that had her legs tensing up on either side of him.

Especially when he added another finger and began to rub her clit in circles with the pad of his thumb. It was a sure way to give his wife a sensory overload; what with him subjecting her through so much pleasure.

And it wasn’t a wonder when she cried out as her thighs began to quiver; signaling her release, which was only made more intense with Giyuu switching nipples— latching on to the left one before tugging on it with his lips.

He then began to lave at the little bud, soothing it with little licks before he pulled away from her— but not before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Are you ready for my cock, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please fill me up with your cock,” The young woman answered, a little breathless from her recent orgasm, and seeming so blissed out from what had just happened.

Giyuu couldn’t help but be a little smug at how well he did at pleasuring her. And it had him making quick work of his shirt— unfastening all of the buttons on it, before throwing it aside; before merely undoing the fly of his pants and pulling his thick length out.

He gave the shaft a few quick pumps, spreading his precum along his dick before placing the tip right against his wife’s sopping entrance. Then slowly, he pushed his erection inside her— groaning at the feel of her walls gripping him so tight, especially with how wet she was.

“You feel so amazing, sweetheart,” The young man groaned under his breath, letting his eyes fall closed as he bottomed out within her; feeling the tip of his dick brush against her cervix. “So tight.”

With his hands on her legs, he slung them over his shoulders before bending her in a breeding press— which had his cock going even deeper inside her. And there was nothing more that he wanted to do than start fucking her thoroughly, had she not lifted her bound arms up to try and loop them over his head.

Immediately, his left hand took hold of her by the binding at her wrists— before he pushed it back down on the bed; snapping his hips against hers as a subtle warning to stay still.

“Behave.” He got nothing more than a quiet huff at that, which he returned by snapping his hips harder against his wife’s. That had her succumbing to him soon enough— the resistance he felt against his left hand disappearing.

All the while, his right hand made its way back up to her neck, squeezing the side of it once more with his thumb and middle finger; making her slightly breathless as he began to thrust into his dick into her slick cunt.

With how worked up he already was, it didn’t take long for Giyuu to feel his orgasm creeping up on him. He squeezed the fingers around (Y/n)’s neck once more, before pulling back and anchoring both his hands to either side of her waist— and then picking up the pace, until her moans came out in broken gasps from how fast and hard he was going.

Every move had him bottoming out within her, brushing against her cervix with each inward push— making her even more delirious with pleasure, especially when he snaked one hand down to her pussy and began pinching and tugging on her clit, in time with his movements.

She couldn’t even get any words out as she felt another orgasm wash over her, with how intensely she felt things since her sight had been taken away by the blindfold.

Then, not even three thrusts later, Giyuu bottomed out within his wife one last time and shot his cum inside her; thick, hot ropes of his seed coating her walls so deliciously.

However, he didn’t pull out of her just yet— letting his cock stay within her, as he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her lips before gently taking her blindfold off.

“You were so amazing, sweetheart. Happy birthday.”

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kchuarts · 4 years

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Instinct 2

A/N: >:3c I need to be in h*rny jail for this.

Summary: The journey to Jotunheim takes off smoothly, no issues to report. Loki and his crew believe that the mission to close the ripped seam shouldn’t be difficult. However, things do appear too good to be true and events take a turn…

Warnings: 🔞🔞🔞 SPICY SMUT, breeding, dubious consent, impregnation, angst, etc… DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 🔞🔞🔞

“We are approaching our destination, Prince Loki.” The pilot informed the God in the co-pilot seat. He nodded in response and leaned forward a bit, brows scrunching… Something was very off. “Captain, can you change coordinates to land behind that cluster of trees? Just over there.“ Loki pointed to a clearing to where he had just mentioned. The pilot nodded, tilting the ship in that angle and safely landing in position. "What had you change your plan of landing, your highness?” An Asgardian S.H.I.E.L.D agent raised his brow. Loki looked to the agent then at Astrid who was preparing necessary medical items for the journey. “I need to make sure that we are under complete cover. I have brought my wife with me due to her medical expertise and insistence on joining us… Plus, there could be some medicinal remedies not yet discovered and I am most certain she would be quite cross with me if I had her miss out on such a feat.” He smiled slightly. The man looked to Astrid and smiled brightly, “Why your highness, I hadn’t a clue she was your wife. I thought she looked familiar from yesterday when you both brought my little girl safely to me! What can I, Brand Jorgunson of Asgard, do to repay your graces kindness?” He looked hopeful at the prince.

Oh. Well, Loki was not expecting the father of the little girl to be Asgardian. This fact calmed his nerves about what he had said yesterday. “Your hard work and perseverance is all that I require-” His smile dropped as there was a screech among the harsh winds of the planet. The fleet became silent and Loki crept over to Astrid out of his instinct to protect her. He looked down at his wife as she grabbed his arm and shuddered. “Th-That wasn’t the same noise from yesterday.” She spoke in a hushed voice, holding onto him a bit more tightly. “No, it is not. I do believe that we are as close to the tear as we can physically get without tampering space and time. There are more beasts concentrated in this area due to the high frequency of the tear.” Loki pondered, releasing Astrid. They needed to get to that seam quickly if they were to stop anymore Frost Beasts from leaking through. A familiar feeling of unease washed over the Trickster once more as he stopped right in front of the ships exit.

Loki waved his hand to signal the fleet to prepare for stepping foot outside of the ship. With haste, everyone put their anti-cold suits on and awaited Loki’s next order. “Someone needs to stay close to the ship just in case things go wrong.” One of the crew members whispered. Brand raised his hand, “I will volunteer to stay with the pilot and give the signal.” The Prince nodded in agreement as the thought of the little girl, Brands daughter Lorraine, crossed his mind. He shook his head gently, why was he even concerned about that? He shouldn’t care that much. The pilot nodded, pressing the button as the door slowly opened with some difficulty due to how strong the winds were. Loki grabbed Astrid’s hand again, whispering to her “Stay close to me.” The brunette girl squeezed his hand in reply, not even wanting to go anywhere else but his side. Almost immediately, Loki’s skin changed from it’s pale ivory tone to sapphire. Brilliant lines stood out on his blue skin and his crimson eyes seemed to pierce through anything. Astrid found herself staring at her husband in awe, captivated by how breathtaking she found him. This was indeed a rare sight as Loki almost always refused to show his true form. “Are you alright, my love?” Astrid flinched a little as she was brought out from her stare. She nodded, giving him a smile “You’re beautiful.” Her cheeks were a light shade of pink under her helmet.

His own cheeks darkened slightly from her comment and he felt a warm stirring inside of his chest. Images of her with that same blush, only more deep, flashed in his mind. She was writhing beneath him, panting, crying out his name- “Laufeyson.” He was brought back down by one of the agents impatient tone. What the hell was going on with him? To make matters worse, he felt a growing tightness in his pants... Not good. It couldn’t be mating season for the Frost Giants already, couldn’t it? Loki did his best to distract himself from that theory by leading the team behind a pillar of frozen rock. “There.” He nodded his head toward a visible hole in the atmosphere, Frost Beasts going in and being sucked into the tear. “Amazing. I’ve never seen anything like this!” One of the crew tried to push past the god to get a closer look, mistakenly placing a hand on the small of Astrid’s back. The agent was then firmly slammed against the pillar with a snarling Trickster leering at him. “You do not lay a hand on my wife!” He hissed at the agent, tightening his grip. “Loki let him go! It was an accident.” The brunette placed a gentle hand on her husbands back, getting him to do so.

Rightfully so, the agent was a bit more than upset at this sudden action. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Maybe we should have brought Thor instead of this untrustworthy criminal!!” The agents voice became louder out of anger. “Travis! Shut up!!” Another agent grabbed the agent known as Travis’s shoulder and shook him aggressively. Ignoring the commotion, Loki’s now larger form loomed over Astrid’s, his eyes glazed over. “Are you alright, my dove?” He wanted to take that damn helmet off to feel her skin. She nodded, her brows scrunched in confusion “Baby, are you ok? Maybe we should contact Brand and get him to send for back up.” She reached up and did what Loki had wanted to do to her. The Prince’s large hand held her smaller one to his face as he still looked into her eyes. “That is unnecessary to call for reinforcements...” He walked closer until Astrid was pinned against the wall, her eyes full of fear instead of confusion. She had not the slightest idea what suddenly came over her beloved, but he had to stop it now. “Loki we should really call for back up, you’re not yourself.” She removed her hand from his grip and placed both of her hands on his chest. Her breath picked up and eyes became wide as he tried to take the helmet off, “Loki stop!!” she tried so hard not to scream.

Just as he was about to take it off, one of the agents let out a scream of terror that was followed by a ferocious roar. Whipping around, Loki saw the agents being mauled to bits by 2 Frost Beasts who had stalked them down. “This is your fault!!” Travis pointed to Loki, blood splattering in the helmet as one of the beasts chomped down on his lower half. The sight caused Astrid to yelp in horror and grab onto Loki tightly. “Brand!!” The prince pressed in on his ear piece as his mind was out of that amorous fog it had previously been clouded by. “Brand come in!!” His jaw clenched, his eyes focused on the beasts approaching. “Your highness! We heard screaming! We are on our way-” , “No!! You will call for reinforcements from my brother and get out of here NOW.” Loki scooped Astrid up in his arms without warning and sprint for the dark, dense wood. At least the stubbornly thick trunks of the frozen trees would slow the beasts pursuing just a little. A loud roar of an engine blasted to life as Brand and the pilot had done as they were told, nearly missing the tear.

As long as they reached Earth safely, then Thor would be here in no time... At least Loki had hoped. In truth, he didn’t know how many beasts could have crossed the realm at this point. “LOKI!!” Astrid screamed as a large clawed foot came down on the both of them. It was too late for the Trickster to make any proper move and Astrid was knocked from his arms. He looked up after the initial impact, frantically searching for his wife until his heart almost stopped. The prince did indeed spot her, but her long brown hair was spread out and her helmet missing. Loki leapt up, rushing over to her and hoisting her back into his arms. Her cheeks and nose were bright red with a nice cut on her forehead to match. “Shit!!” He held the unconscious woman to his body close, hearing the beasts approaching faster than he would like. As if it wasn’t hard already, spears began to fly out of no where. Thankfully, the beasts became distracted by the new intruders and gave Loki time to escape. However, the spears continued to fly in his direction and nearly hit he and Astrid both. The Trickster ripped one of the spears from the ground as he fled, still clutching the woman in his arms tightly.

Loki ran for what seemed like a while and after a brief period of time, the spears stopped. Relief washed over him as he saw an abandoned Jotun village in sight. These structures were built into the mountain and were questionable when stability was considered; but it would have to do. If they were lucky enough, this settlement would have a natural hot spring inside as well. Hastily, he entered in the cave and found that luck was on their side after all. In the cave, there were used furs, baskets that had not been touched for quite some time, some pillows, a few spears similar to the one Loki had grabbed, a hot spring and a fire pit. “Mother, if you lead us here... Thank you.” He let out an exhausted sigh as he carefully set Astrid down on the furs and adjusted them to keep her warm. His touch against her slowly warming cheek lingered a bit longer than he wanted and the unwelcome arousing thoughts returned. Loki felt his cock harden painfully to the idea of stripping the resting brunette from her suit and ravaging her mortal body. “No.” He swallowed, looking away from his wife before getting up. “I will not do that to her.” He scolded himself and took a deep breath. Perhaps scouting the area would get his mind off of these intrusive perversions.

As the prince examined the area, he found quite a few useful tools and ancient artifacts of the people who once lived here. Loki looked down at his hand, noticing he was still blue and tried to shift back to his Aesir form. No such luck. Not only that, but his length was still throbbing with desperate need. He sighed in great irritation and frustration as he concluded it was indeed mating season. “Great.” He ran one of his hands down his blue ridged face. How in the hell was he supposed to protect Astrid from everything on this forsaken planet when he was also one of those dangers? Thor and company could not come any faster or get that damn portal shut; he hoped Brand made it back. His body froze in place as he heard movement coming from where he had placed Astrid. As quietly as he could, Loki crept from the other side of the cavern and almost moaned at the sight. The girl had indeed awakened and was completely naked in the spring, warming herself up. She looked ethereal to the prince with how her skin shined with droplets of water and her long hair floating effortlessly when she sat down.

“She is ready, rightful king.”

Loki jumped slightly from the sudden voice, looking around to see where it came from.

“Do not be stupid, boy. It is your own feral side speaking with you. She cannot hear me.”

He let a shaky breath out, closing his red eyes and attempting to calm his mind and hormones.

“I know you can smell her, she is ripe and ready to be bred. Her hips are so deliciously worthy of child bearing. You will submit in the end... I know how badly you want her in that regard, I have seen your thoughts of her full with your child-”

“Enough.” He whispered to himself, grabbing his head as it began to throb. “I will not do that to her.”

“Baby? Are you ok?” Astrid’s sweet voice captured the prince’s attention.

Her body stood half out of the water, allowing him a view of her breasts, abdomen, hips...

The voice chuckled darkly inside of his head “Baby? Hmmm... She calls you what she has craved to give you all this time. How endearing, but yet you hold back... Because you know it will kill her weak mortal body. But you want to fuck her, claim her, breed her and show everyone that she is yours-”

Loki gasped sharply as he felt Astrid touch his cheek and he ripped away, his pants uncomfortably tight. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She rose from the steaming waters to get closer to him. “You’ve been acting so strange ever since we arrived, please tell me. I want to help you.” Her large teal eyes glimmered in the dim light. The prince swallowed hard, looking away from his wife before his natural instincts consumed him. His heart beat faster, blood pounding in his ears loudly the longer he looked away and fought himself. “Y-You need to go. I cannot be near you. Please, Astrid go back where I had placed you and rest.” His voice was hoarse from the panting he hadn’t realized he was doing. “I’m not leaving you. If you’re hurt please tell me-” She stopped, stepping back as Loki stood with his full height over her. “I will hurt you if you continue to be near me. Now go.” He spoke through his teeth, watching the frightened girl make her way back to the furs and wrapping herself in them; not bothering to put her undergarments or suit back on.

“I....” He started, turning away from her and picking up one of the Jotun spears. “I am going to hunt. I will try to be back as soon as I can, so please just.. Just do not leave this cave.” Loki ran a hand through his dark locks, exhaling loudly before exiting the cavern. Astrid blinked a few times, pulling the furs a little tighter to her body and laying down upon the oddly comfortable pillows. She watched the bonfire until her eyelids became heavy and sleep claimed her tired form.

For at least what seemed like an hour or two, Loki had been successful in hunting a few small creatures that were similar to rabbits. During this time, that awful voice had left him alone and it gave Loki some clarity to think. He glanced at the sky and saw no sign of back up arriving as the tear was still pulling energy into it like a black hole. What kind of trap or battle tactic was this? Sure, Thanos had managed to get Loki alone per say, but made no sudden attack yet. Was this all just an assumption that the Mad Titan was behind it? He already had terrifying numbers for his army, what more did he possibly need and why Jotunheim of all places? The dark haired prince shook his head, shrugging to his own questions before turning around to head back. A sharp thudding pain returned to his head after he thought he had finally been rid of this nasty headache. “Damn it.” He leaned against a tree, grabbing his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut. Along with this upper pain, the lower pain also made itself obviously present. He glanced down at the large bulge in his trousers and whined from how badly his cock throbbed.

“You have what you need, now go and take what is yours.”

The voice returned with an even louder presence.

“You will not gain anything from ignoring your prowess; you will continue to suffer more the longer you fight until you cannot do so anymore. Succumb to it. Breed her and take what is yours!... If you do not, then I will and there is no such thing as being gentle with me.”

“Alright!! I-I’ll do it!!” Loki felt a wetness slide down his cheek. The thought of hurting Astrid was destroying him. The thought of her dying because of what he did to her-

“Just agreeing with me will not do. So unless you want me to take over for you, then I suggest you give into your bodies primal need. This is the last time I will give you leeway before I take control.”

Letting out a weak sob, Loki trudged forth whilst dragging his kills behind him in the snow. His body ached so badly for release and freedom from this torment, but Loki knew how breeding worked and he was terrified. Astrid would be subjected to almost a week of non stop fucking until he was certain she would fall pregnant with his child. As much as he wanted to literally drag his feet and get to the cave as slowly as possibly, his body would not allow it. Within minutes, he was back inside and shedding his armor rather roughly. He had to do this lest that dark side of his do something he would regret. Once he removed everything, Loki winced at the painful pulse that throbbed through his aching member; pre-cum dripping from the angry dark blue head. Supper would have to wait for now, or at least he hoped they would get a chance to get some type of nourishment. He walked over to the sleeping girl and noticed her phone. Perhaps by some odd chance, she would have a signal? He picked it up to test that theory, but no such luck. However, something else caught his attention... She had a period tracking app. He touched the screen, opening the app and feeling his cock throb again as he read that this time she was most fertile.

His nostrils flared as he tossed the phone aside, the screen shattering in the process. She could get a new one later if help arrived quickly. Loki crawled over the sleeping girl and peeled the furs away from her naked body. A growl ripped through his chest, startling Astrid awake. Her lips parted slightly as she wanted to say something, but lost the words. The brunette let out a squeal as the god above her pinned her wrists to the make shift bed. “Loki stop. You’re scaring me.” She whimpered, breath picking up quickly. He did not respond but instead, leaned forward and captured her lips in a sloppy kiss. Astrid’s squirming of protest and small whines only made Loki want her more while she was beneath him. “Loki, stop!!” She gasps, giving a small sob as she felt his teeth sink into the flesh of her neck. This wasn’t the man she married; this wasn’t her Loki. Flashbacks to that day he tried to assault her began to play in her head, and with all her might; she shoved the god off of her and scrambled up. Astrid struggled to crawl to a near by corner of the cave, her chest rising up and down quickly.

The god growled out of vexation, quickly rising to his feet and sauntering to the trembling girl. Astrid noticed his dripping cock, her body betraying her by shooting heat to her lower lips. He was HUGE. This was not to say Loki was not well endowed, because he very much was. However, in this form his length had not only gained an inch or two but also had become more thick. He was going to split her in half with that monster between his legs. Astrid turned her gaze back up to his and held eye contact. Once Loki saw tears slide down her face, he briefly snapped out of his aroused state and knelt down. “Pet... Oh Norns.. I-I’ve scared you, haven’t I?” He cursed himself for doing so. She was still too shaken to say anything but gave him a small nod, curling in on herself. “Astrid.” He gently took her arm, pulling the hesitant woman to him. “I need you, please.” His forehead pressed upon hers and his eyes shut. Astrid began to calm down, sensing that this was not his fault at all and released a shaky breath. Loki’s head began to throb once again, the threat of that dark side of him rearing it’s ugly claws. “Listen to me.” His lip twitched, fighting that voice off as best as he could. “F-For the next week I need to breed you.” Loki felt like wanting to die saying that sentence.

Astrid gaped, her heart racing at what he just said. “But I thought-” She was silenced with a needy kiss. “My feelings about that remain unchanged, but for the time being,” He looked at her “I need you to endure me. I understand you are mortal and have needs. I will do my best to let you eat, sleep, bathe and relieve yourself but I will not stop fucking you. Not until I am sated and positive that.. That you are with child.” defeat laced his voice. Astrid removed her forehead from his, lifting his chin gently to look at her as he had cast his gaze aside. “I love you, Loki. I love you with every fiber of my being.” Her hands moved to cup his face, her thumbs stroking his sharp cheek bones. “I know you know how I feel about it but, we can work something out if anything happens....” Astrid smiled softly, placing a smooch to his forehead before continuing with a nervous look in her eyes. “I will do this, for you but I-I need you to promise me something. If I do end up..” She began to choke up. “I want to keep it. I’m contradicting myself by saying this but Loki.. I love you so much and I want to give you a family of your own. I want to have children with you and raise them together-”

The woman is cut off by Loki scooping her into his grasp and going back to the furs, placing her down on them. “You are so willing and ready to carry my child-” He growled, nipping at her neck. “Yes I- O-Oh Loki!” Astrid moans, breath hitching as she felt his fingers stroke her clit in small circles. She felt his cold lips trail down her collar bone to her breasts, taking a hardened bud into his mouth. Her back arched slightly into him as he sucked and kissed at her breasts hungrily. “I cannot wait to see these swell with milk for our child.” He growled out, abandoning her pearl in favor of kneading her fleshy mounds. “I have dreamt about taking you like this and feeling your quim flutter around my cock as you scream for more.” He reached down, chuckling as he felt how wet she had become just from dirty talk. “My, my... I’ve barely touched you and here you lay, your tight pussy dripping with desire from my words.” He slides two of his slender digits inside of her, drinking in the sound of her moans. Loki hummed at how her walls clenched around his fingers as he pushed them in and out.

“F-Fuck!! Loki!” Astrid whines, throwing her head back as she feels him add a third finger in preparation for his length. She panted loudly, her hips bucking upwards for more friction. Loki grinned at her movements, his thumb now applying pressure to her clit as he continued to finger her. “Look at you, bucking your hips. My fingers feel good, don’t they? Mmm yes, but nothing quite like what I am about to give you.” He pulled his fingers from her cunt, slurping her essence off of his fingers crudely. The brunette whines, she was so close to orgasm before he had to- Oh.

A new pressure stretches her walls, making her gasp a little out of surprise and a bit of pain. “You’re so tight.” Loki moans into her ear, pushing his hips forward into her heat. He does not have time to go slow or slow down for her, his instincts were kicking in. Both of them stilled for a moment in equally and impatiently panting messes before the prince bottomed out and withdrew completely from her before slamming his cock back in hard. Astrid’s nails sunk into her lovers back as his pace was brutal. His hips slammed into her and he growled into the side of her neck, biting the junction where her neck and shoulder met. “You’re g-going to tear me in half!!” The brunette held onto the god for dear life, her whimpers loud from pain and pleasure. It was all too much and had Astrid thinking second thoughts, but it was too late for that. There was no going back and no escaping a horny Jotun male needing to breed.

Loki made a noise somewhere between a whine and a moan as his hips stuttered, spilling his seed inside of her. Astrid moaned at the feeling of his hot seed filling her up, but yelped as she felt him start to jackhammer into her again. He wrapped one of his large hands around her slender neck, staring down at her through animalistic eyes. One of her hands grasped at his wrist lightly in case she needed to signal him when she was at her limit. Astrid’s airflow was cut off, her pussy clenching down on Loki’s cock and milking him on his way to another orgasm. “Mmm my little cock slut.” His voice was rough, heavy with desire. He reached down with his freehand, playing with her clit and laughing as he watched her squirm from overstimulation. Loki squeezed her neck harder and brought her to the edge of sweet bliss as he thrust into her. “Cum. Now.” He ordered, releasing her neck and watching his wife come undone on his cock. There was a sudden glint of fluid that escaped Astrid while she came, Loki had managed to make her squirt.

His pupils widened at this and he came on the spot, groaning loudly. Again, Astrid whined from the ropes of cum he shot inside of her. The girl panted hard, her limbs quivering and exhaustion not too far behind. Loki pulled his rock hard member out of her, placing her on her hands and knees. He watched as his cum dripped from her reddened cunt, making him lick his lips. “Ah!” Astrid jolted forth slightly from Loki entering her again. His pace remained the same and the sound of their fluids smacking together bounced off the walls. The brunette squeaked as a strong grip pulled her back flush to the prince’s chest, his breath hot on her ear. “Such a good girl taking my cock like this, my sweet girl.” He moaned into her hair, breathing in her scent and growling. While his right arm held her against his lithe torso, his left hand traveled back down to play with her sensitive nub. “Oh my god!! L-Loki I’m still sensitive!!” Astrid cried out, her legs spreading a little wider and shaking. It was not long before he had her coming hard over and over again. He would not relent or back off to let her rest as his hormones raged.

Loki took her hand, placing it over her womb and grinning “Do you feel it? My cock fucking you? Burying my cum deep inside you?”

“Y-Yes” she said breathlessly as her husband continued to pound away.

“Yes what?” He growled

“Yes, my king!!” Astrid’s mouth fell open and her clit throbbed from overwhelming pleasure as another orgasm ripped through her tired body. Her eyes were so heavy and her core already ached from the relentless abuse. Astrid tensed up slightly as she felt his fingers on her clit again and another large amount of his cum spilling inside her. “T-Too much!! Too much!! Loki let me rest! Please!” She whined, gasping as he pulled out of her. Astrid was spent. She could not move at all and sleep begged to claim her. “Please.. Let me-Mmm!” She winced, feeling his cock slide back into her but Loki unmoving. “I-I’m sorry my love.” He panted into her ear, cock twitching inside of her. “I will allow you to rest for a bit until I can no longer take it. I am so sorry.” He buried his face into her long, now slightly dampened hair as he curled his body around hers. Loki would certainly try his best to give Astrid what she had required, but the voice still nagged in the back of his mind.

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“Brother?!” Thor called out into the cave and made his way in.

His cheeks turned a deep shade of pink as he heard panting, moaning, and skin slapping against skin. As he walked into the room, he immediately regretted the decision as he witnessed Loki holding a very limp and exhausted, yet still coherent, Astrid. With a final cry, Loki spent the last of his seed and energy inside of his wife, collapsing on top of her and his Aesir form returning.

“Hey, buddy what’s going on in here?” Bruce had attempted to poke his head in but Thor quickly pushed him out, his pants embarrassingly tight. “Er, my brother and Lady Astrid have been fornicating. Let us just be thankful that Stark is not here.” He gave the doctor a sheepish smile. Bruce felt his cheeks become a bit warm, “Right, right. Ahem,” He cleared his throat “Well it has been about a week and a half and I know they’re married so I can’t say I blame ‘em.” He coughed again, wanting to get the show on the road. “Oh for the love of- I’ll go get them.” Brunhilde scoffed, rolling her eyes and walking in to retrieve the debilitated couple. Thor gave yet another awkward smile, “That is exactly the issue, Banner. Loki is a Jotun... He... He has these times where he er, he goes into a..” To save Thor anymore trouble, Bruce waved his hands and nodded “I get it.”

Thankfully, Loki and Astrid remained entwined and unconscious in each others arms the entire ride back. Thor and company had arrived a day or so ago to take care of the portal and find the missing team. The reason why it had taken them a week and a half was due to the Frost Beasts also breeding.

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2 weeks later

“I-It’s negative.” Astrid smiled sadly to Loki, showing him the test stick. His brow raised and he sighed out of relief. Just to make certain, Loki even had Bruce, Doctor Cho and a few Asgardian healers check to be absolutely sure.

“Darling, I know-” The god paused for a moment, thinking of how to word what he wanted to say without causing any grief. “I know that you want to and I am beyond touched that you would go that far for me.” He took her arms gently and rubbed them, “Please understand that I am scared for your safety. We do not have enough research on cross breeding or if you will even survive the pregnancy let alone childbirth. Not to mention Thanos is still actively destroying everything in sight” He paled slightly and shook his head of that thought before looking back into Astrid’s eyes and pushing some hair from the frame of her face. “If I may speak freely, I am terrified that I will be no better than Odin or Laufey. I apologize for withholding information from you, but now you know why I... Why I do not want children.” He quickly placed a kiss on her head. “Be safe and have a good day at work. I will see you later.”

With that, Astrid was left alone and tears sliding down her cheeks. She loved Loki so much and wished he would at least try to understand... But if she had to give up that dream, then she would have to-

“O-Ow..” Astrid bent over all of a sudden, her hand on her scar. She felt.. Cold. She placed her other hand over her womb and felt the same chill. Quickly, she ran to the bathroom in hers and Loki’s shared apartment and turned the light on. Astrid lifted her shirt and saw that the skin where she held her hands was red as if she had laid in the snow. Swallowing hard, she pulled her shirt down and picked the test stick from the trash. It still read negative... “I-I must be imagining things.” She laughed nervously, swiping her clean hand through her hair and turning to wash her hands. As she turned the light off and made her way to work, the test stick changed from negative, to positive.

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Man why am I not writing their story out as one big fic? idk. Anyways! I hope you enjoyed this <3 It definitely wasn’t as spicy but eh, I still think it was.

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starbuckie · 3 years

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All You Knead is Love Chapter Four: A Bit Untraditional

Challenge: The CBC 1k Writing Challenge by @captainscanadian

Prompt: Bakery AU

Pairing: Baker!Bucky x CEO!Reader

Warnings: Loads and loads of fluff, angst, mentions of PTSD and violence, pining, language as always, and slow burn

*TW: PANIC ATTACK*

Description: After being cut off by her family, Y/N L/N started up her own business. With her business finally rising to the top after three years, her family invites her back on two conditions: that she finds a man and gets married. Once she accomplishes that, then she’ll be able to access her family’s fortune again, which could help her business immensely. While that didn’t sound horrible to her, Y/N had never let herself have the time to meet other people, and has no time now. Running on a deadline for the company, she picks the closest person she can find: which happens to be the sweet, shy, yet hot baker who occasionally caters at her galas.

Words: 2,064 words

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been a solid two months, but I am back and hopefully kicking it with this series. I actually decided to rewrite the ending of the story from what I originally had planned, so I’m very very excited to write it. The holidays are coming up which has me excited, and if you haven’t already sen in a request for the Twelve Days of Fluffmas, you most definitely should. Again, this is for @captainscanadian‘s writing challenge(which you should go join do it do it do it) and hope you enjoy :))

Thursday approached menacingly and rapidly. In the few days they had to prepare, Y/N had managed to move all of her belongings from her pretty empty apartment on the Lower West Side, and into the house that they had bought. She couldn’t be any more grateful for her real estate agent for being so snappy with the process of buying the house. The apartment she left behind had barely been decorated, so the process wasn’t too difficult for her to move in. Bucky on the other hand had started to bring boxes over, at Y/N’s slight insistence that her parents may ask to come over, but his house held so many memories that he knew it would take much longer. It was difficult for him to leave the home he had known for so long, full of cherished memories and the only stable home he had after Iraq. But he was ready to let it go.

The evening of the big engagement dinner Y/N and Bucky were frantic, rushing around the house after work to shower and look presentable, making sure they could pull the stunt off. Bucky’s nerves had been on edge all day, slipping out of the house at two am, hours earlier than normal to start his day. As he talked to customers and served coffee, the words he’d rehearsed with Y/N echoed in his brain, taking over every nook and cranny of his thoughts that he messed up several orders. This time he wouldn’t get nervous. It took him long months to feel the slightest bit comfortable in his own skin and around his neighbors, so if he ran his own bakery he could propose, right?

“So,” Mrs. L/N tried to conceal her disgusted face, “James, what kind of, er, delicacies do you make?”

So the conversation was less than great, even Bucky could admit that. Although Y/n had warned him ahead of time that her parents were not the most amazing conversationalists, he expected something better than this awkward discussion about his job. He loved his job. It brought back cinnamon flavored memories of baking at Christmas with his ma, his dad and younger sister yelling over Scrabble in the living room. Barnes Brooklyn Bakery was his pride and joy, yet he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious when both of Y/N’s parents looked down on it.

“I make lots of things. It requires an earlier or later start time based off of what I’m making, because I want everything to be fresh. But my ma’s croissants are a big seller, and I know that Y/N loves my cinnamon rolls.” He sent her a soft smile, one that the woman in question couldn’t help but return.

“They’re amazing, mom, you have to try them. I swear those hands are absolutely magic and anything that’s made from them is as well.” She intertwined her pinky with Bucky’s on the table, admiring the way the candlelight illuminated the slope of his nose and the hollow of his cheekbones. God, this man has no right being this beautiful. “Bucky’s a hard worker and it shows.”

Y/N’s praise breezed through Bucky like a breath of fresh air, and suddenly his head was clear again, cheeks flushing. “Thanks, doll.”

“And what about your pay, James? How much do you make annually? I have to make sure you’ll be able to support both you and Y/N. After all, her pay from her… makeup brand and her funds can’t be enough.” Fury raged through Y/N, Bucky could probably see it in her eyes as she opened her mouth, prepared to make her argument.

“I make well enough at Orion, dad, but that’s not the point.” Meeting Bucky’s stare from her peripheral vision, she almost panicked. The reason they were sitting there in the first place was so Bucky could get more money for his bakery. “Must you really bring up business at the table? I’m simply trying to have a nice dinner with my boyfriend and my parents, is it really that difficult to ignore money matters for once?”

Her parents eyed each other, as if they were speaking in their own silent, separate language and reluctantly quieted down. The rest of dinner was... tense, to say the very least, stiff questions about childhood and answers being reciprocated as well. Sitting in the presence of her parents, their food tasted bland, but that could’ve been from the anxiety of waiting for the proposal. They’d decided that Bucky was to pop the question while they ate dessert, just a simple small speech and a few tears.

Bucky’s eyes kept trailing back to Y/N as they shared a matcha tiramisu, repeating the words “will you marry me” a million differents ways in his head. The small restaurant he felt comfortable with suddenly felt too small, Bucky not knowing when the proper time to get down on one knee. They hadn’t discussed this. Y/N had just said “whenever you feel is right”, but when was right? The whole idea just felt so wrong to him. Marriage was supposed to be loving, a holy union and commitment for the rest of their lives. He and Y/n didn’t love each other. The whole sham of being husband and wife, for money suddenly felt so sickening to him. The room was closing in on him and all he wanted to do was bolt out and never turn back. He was going back out, he was going to, he felt it, and-

“Marry me, Y/N.” Dead silence. Eyes from all the customers sitting were baring through the couple, seeing his innermost secrets and every one of them felt like a beam of light, boring straight through his soul. Bucky hadn’t even realized how he had practically yelled it at her until the restaurant had gone quiet and he was absolutely mortified. Y/N’s eyes were wide in shock, as this was not how she imagined it going. Yet, the show had to go on.

He instinctively dropped onto one knee, eyes trained at the ground because he was scared of what he would see in her eyes. Short puffs of breath left his mouth and he all of Manhattan could hear his heart pounding. “When we met, I knew you were the one for me. I knew you were beautiful, hell, y-you were gorgeous that day you walked into the bakery, but every time you came in after I got to know the beautiful woman that wasn’t just on the outside, but on the inside too.” His eyes started tearing up, from both his kind of true confession and the pressure that was being put on him. “I-I promise to love you with all my heart. You’re my best friend, my confidante, my soulmate, and I want to be walking by my side for the rest of our lives, doll. I want to be yours forever. What do you say?”

Bucky lifted his gaze up to meet hers, hands covering her mouth as a soft sigh left her lips. Y/N couldn’t believe the beautiful sight. Shaking hands held a small cut diamond nestled in between two simple silver bands. Bucky’s hair was fluffy, newly so from his haircut the other day, clean shaven jaw showcasing the highlights of his cheekbones, and his eyes. She could go on forever about those pretty, blue eyes of his, but in the two years of knowing him, they had never been as pretty as they were in that moment, pretty blue eyes peering up at her.

Here he was, the man that she considered one of her closest friends in the city, literally giving his solitary life up to spend it with her. She wasn’t in love with him, not now at least, but those lingering feelings of hers tried to once again force their way back into her heart.

And this time, at the worst time possible, she let them.

With a small but giddy grin, she nodded and placed her hand on his cheek. “Yes, Bucky, I’ll marry you.”

He let out a long sigh at her approval, but the applause and cheers directed at him continued to make his heart race. Bucky slipped the ring onto her finger clumsily, his breath starting to become more labored as the cheers of “kiss” got louder. Y/N noticed his harsh breathing, and as she pulled him into an enveloping embrace she could feel the rapid beating of his heart the thin dress shirt he wore. “Can we go, Y/N?”

His whispered voice quivered, as if he were to break at any moment. “Of course, Bucky, I’ll go say goodbye and you can start heading to the car.” Grip on her waist tightened as she heard him grind his teeth.

“Please stay with me.”

Of course I’ll stay with you. “Always.” The cheers had not stopped, their voices still ringing strong throughout the restaurant. With no hesitation, Y/N planted a kiss on his cheek, hopefully ridding themselves of the large crowd they had garnered. Her parents looked confused, both of their eyebrows raised at the couple who still had yet to do anything besides hug at their engagement. “Mom, dad, Bucky and I are gonna go home to… celebrate by ourselves.”

Both of them heated up. “Just leave, we’ll take care of the bill. Your father will send you information for the fund over the weekend.” Mrs. L/N eyed both of them skeptically before saying, “Congratulations, Y/N.”

As soon as they got outside Bucky’s knees buckled, Y/N rubbing his back to try and console his breathing. His mind had grown hazy with wild thoughts, the crowd, the proposal, Y/N’s fucking perfume, it was all too much.

It was crawling underneath a truck in the boiling sun, Sam screaming for him, the first blossom of pain and staring down at his left arm, bloodied and detached from his body. It was screaming at his little sister to leave when she brought him groceries, ripping up Steve’s letters from Iraq. It was hours upon hours sitting in medical beds, sitting on couches, staring at the ceiling while doctors attempted to get him to open up. It was panicking at the bakery when someone eyed his prosthetic for too long and women leaving dates with him at the diner on 5th street after he failed to tell them all the gory details about how he lost his arm when they persistently asked. It was every moment he had looked at Y/N, all smiles and kind eyes, and wishing for once that he could not be a fucking coward and ask her out.

“I’m sorry.” The woman whispered. She now kneeled next to him, her right arm tracing shapes on his back, the light scrape of her nails bringing him to somewhat of a peace.

“I don’t need your pity, Y/N.” The second it left his lips he regretted it, waiting for her to leave him alone. They all did eventually. But Y/N sat there, patiently, with a small tilt to her red-painted lips.

“I’m not pitying you, Bucky. You’re one of the strongest and bravest people I know, and I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

“I just can’t believe I relapsed.” He let out a humorless laugh, his chin coming to rest in his palm. “I thought I was doing well, I always feel okay at the bakery, but I guess that the restaurant was too much. Haven’t been to one in at least a year.”

“It’s completely okay to have panic attacks and to relapse, okay, Bucky? Don’t beat yourself up about it, honey.” Kicking her high heels off, she brought herself down to his level, both of them sitting on the sidewalk as people passed them by. Though they were in New York, the city that never sleeps, she strangely felt calm. People didn’t even turn their heads at the two well-dressed people sitting on the ground. “I would’ve proposed to you, you know.”

“You propose to me? That’ isn't very traditional,” Bucky said with a breathy chuckle.

“To be fair, is any of this?” His grin was starting to grow back, and he squeezed her hand and looked out into the crowded street of the night.

“No, I suppose it isn’t.”

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Give Us A Little Love

Request from Anon : Oof i pressed ask before i could end it. Here we go again:"Do you trust me?" "Always" "Look,a shooting star! Make a wish." "Take my hand." "Are you...blushing?" with YJ Kaldur.

Im so sorry for the wait Anon, I had some things I had to deal with. Made it long for you to make up for it! I’ve been listening to the song ‘ Give Us A Little Love ‘ by Fallulah so I kinda based the Y/N off that? used this as bit of a vent piece, Idk. Missed a prompt cause i couldn’t fit it in. Enjoy! *opens writing angst playlist*

warnings: serious angst. mentions of suicide, swearing, neglect, trust issues?

“Give us a little love, give us a little love . We never had enough, we never had enough”

***

Trouble seemed to follow her everywhere she went.

Never able to settle down, each time she felt as though she had found herself a forever home, Y/n L/n experienced something that would send her foster parents running to send her away. The daughter of an unnamed member of the League of Assassins and a civilian, the child who dealt with horrors no one should have to witness at an age such as that, Y/n learned early on to trust no one, do what's best for herself to stay alive another day.

Y/n was raised by her mother's guild until she was old enough to fight, being subjected to the terrors dealt by the League of Assassins, her childhood was disrupted. She developed little social skills beyond basic polite greetings and formal conversations. She understood the human body, not for science exams, but to know what the fastest way to kill a person was. She could fight her way out of any battle, but place her in a social situation and she would shut down. Unable to think for herself.

Y/n was fourteen when she was put into foster care, after Talia Al Gaul became pregnant with a son and there was a new heir to the league. Tossed away like a bag of trash, her mother didn't stand up for her, and her father wouldn't care for her. Pushed into the system and forgotten.

"What happened now?" Mrs Davis asked her husband. She looked tired, resting her head on her hand, her eyes half closed. Her husband of ten years shook his head.

"She punched someone, one of the upperclassmen bumped into her and she reacted by sending them across the hallway" the man was in his early forties, tired from work and stressed from the current situation.

"God, what are we going to do with her Luke? We can't home-school her, and she refuses to see a therapist! we've tried punishing her, rewarding good behaviour, doing nothing! I don't know what to do anymore" the woman sounded desperate. Her and her husband thought a good idea would be to take in a seventeen year old trouble child through fostering. Over the three months they had her, nothing quelled her radical behaviour.

Luke Davies sighed. Exhaling and rubbing a hand over his eyes with frustration. "There's nothing we can do" he paused, hating the idea that crossed his mind. "we'll have to put her back into the system. Our health and life is important as well, so, we have to take care of that" his wife nodded, looking down at her hands, tears of guilt pricking in the corners of her brown eyes, becoming heavy.

"I'll call Ruth in the morning then".

Beyond the kitchen, Y/n sat with her back against the wall, a scowl on her face as tears threatened to spill. 'emotions betray us, control them' her mothers voice rang in her ears, a memory of toddlers and nightmares and staying awake hoping and praying the monsters from the green pool wouldn't come for her. Y/n sniffed, her tears drying as she willed them to do. The teen hiked her bag further up her shoulder and took a breath, walking past the entrance to the kitchen and out the front door, ignoring the yells of her foster parents, Y/n started into a run, disappearing into the streets as dusk set in.

She didn't know when she ended up a the waters edge, but it was plenty after dark. The sun long gone and her foster parents left far behind. Y/n walked along the boardwalk, feet kicking at pebbles on the ground, sending them skipping across the concrete. Giving herself an idea, she picked up the pebbles as she walked, placing each small stone into the pocket of her jacket until she had quite the collection growing there. Further down the coast she could see a peir, stretching out over the water. That was her destination.

Voices were heard to her left, making the girl turn to see a couple whispering to each other, on dragging the other - who was laughing - towards the closed fairground further down. Y/n frowned at the freedom the two seemed to think they had, too distracted by each other to care about consequences of their actions. That was dangerous, a thrill that many couples took the chance on as far as she knew. As far as she knew, having no experience in that department anyway. The couple vanished from sight and their laughter faded into the night like a memory.

The concrete ground turned to wood, and the crunching of stones turned to occasional creaks and groans from the old wooden plants supporting the jetty. Y/n walked the length of it, reaching the end and standing still. The girl enjoyed the smell of sea salt, the crashing ambience of the waves and calls of birds gliding over the water. The moonlight seemed only to amplify the wild beauty of the ocean, making her want to stay there forever. Y/n picked a stone from her pocket, flicking it out with her wrist, it didn't even skip. Simply crashing into the water with a dissatisfying plop. The teen tried again, angling it further down and still failing to achieve the skip she wanted.

"you should bend your whole body, it helps get the right angle" Y/n jumped back, pulling a pocket knife from her jeans and flicking the blade out. Her eyes were narrowed at the person who snuck up on her out of nowhere. "its alright, I'm not planning on hurting you" raising his hands in a calming motion. Y/n didn't move. "if I was planning to, I would have done it when you didn't know I was here don't you think?" he reasoned, motioning for her to put down the weapon. A minute passed of the boy eyeing the weapon, then looking her up and down. Any movement either made sent the other into a split second panic. Seconds ticked by, and slowly, Y/n lowered the knife, tucking it back into her pocket. The boy let out a breath and walked a little closer. Now that he was out of the shadow of the buildings on the shore, Y/n could see his features clearly. A strange suit with two handles strapped on his back. Dark skin, glossy from the salt water, blonde hair in a close shaved buzz-cut, and pale turquoise eyes that looked darker in the night air.

"can i ask what you're doing out here on your own, throwing rocks into the water?" he walks closer, eventually standing beside her.

"you may not ask" she replies, taking another rock in her hand, pausing and considering the boys first words to her. Y/n bent sideways at the waist, bending her knees and swinging her arm, being sure to flick her wrist. With the added momentum and angle, the rock bounced three times of the surface of the water before sinking on the forth landing and vanishing under the waves. Content with the one victory, Y/n dug out the rest of the rocks in her pocket, holding out her full hand and dropping them into the water with a series of splashes. She watched the fall.

"A waste of rocks if you ask me" The boy said, now leaning against one of the support poles.

"I didn't"

"didn't what?"

"ask you, I didn't ask you" Y/n clarified, sitting down on the wood, watching the waves like a mesmerising swirl of hypnotising spirals, pulling her deeper in. It felt dark in her mind, dark and scary. She felt her own emotions smothering her, suffocating her and clawing to get out.

A tear fell.

Almost instantly, the boy was by her side, sitting on the wood beside her, legs hanging over the edge in the cold water. He didn't say anything, but every action he made clarified the idea that he would listen.

Y/n opened her mouth, throwing words into the wind, venting frustration, anger and confusion, her words a spiral of fear and unfamiliarity. She felt afraid, afraid she would get a proper family. It was her fault, her behaviour and actions drove these kind people away. But she could help it, couldn't stop herself from doing things that made foster parents scared to have her around them. She couldn’t control herself some times, lashing out in fear and anger to those around her. People were scared of her, avoiding her in the hallways, refusing to work with her for projects. It hurt, to be isolated, but she knew it was her fault. She closed her mouth, halting her words and looking down at the water, tears falling freely now, though there were few. She didn’t know why she was speaking to him, telling him everything that had happened. She didn’t want to

“you’re allowed to react how you have been, nobody should expect you to stay quiet through everything that happened” The boy said, crossing his legs underneath himself. Y/n stayed silent, looking out at the water. “do you feel better? letting everything out?”

She nodded, raising to her feet, Y/n kicked her foot against the ground, frowning.

“Uh- thank you-”

“Kaldur” he said.

“Thank you Kaldur” she nodded, sticking her hands in her pockets and turning on her heel to head back towards the Davis’ house. Leaving the strange boy behind her.

***

It shouldn’t have surprised her that her foster parents had called to return her. She found herself sitting in the police station, being picked up by a cop car when the Davis’ reported her as a runaway. Sitting with her head rolled back on the chair, her legs kicked out in front of her and her hands behind her head, Her mind was slow, running over scenarios in her head of what would happen to her. Would she be thrown back into the system? Would they put her out on her own? She would be eighteen in a month. Would they just throw her out on her own, to deal with what lay ahead with nowhere to turn?

Y/n looked conflicted, alone and confused. Which is what interested one of the training detectives. He was young, around eighteen or nineteen, but his connections helped jump start his dream career.

“What are you in for?” He asked. Y/n looked up. This one had dark hair and blue eyes with a spark in them that made her wonder what was going on in his head. He looked like he was planning something, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out exactly what it was going on in his head.

“Running away apparently” she shrugged, sitting up and crossing one leg over the other in a more comfortable position. Dick frowned, sitting himself in the chair across from her and leaning his arms on his knees. He didn’t wear a uniform like most of the officers in the station, having on a blue shirt, black cotton jacket and jeans. He looked almost casual, at home in the station among officers much older them himself. But something told Y/n he was smarter then he looked.

“Why’d you run away?”

“Why should I tell you?” Suspicion rose on her voice. Dick sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ve done the same stuff, when I first moved in with my adopted dad I ran away three times in the first week” that made Y/n laugh a little, shaking her head with amusement.

“In one week?”

“yep, was probably my best achievement at that point in my life” he grinned, “I was thirteen as well”

“Good on you” the girl nodded, picking at the corner of her shirt, pulling a thread out and watching the fabric bunch up.

“Yeah, then I settled into the house, and well, thats that I guess”. He trailed off, making Y/n frown and look down.

“Its not that easy”

“Its not, not when you don’t try” He looked like he was trying to help, but he was just pushing her further out of her comfort zone.

“I did try!” Y/n exclaimed. “I tried so hard to be a good kid, I can’t help it . . .” her outburst faded quickly and Dick got to his feet.

“I’m going to make a quick call, i’ll be back, I promise” his smile was infectious, and Y/n returned it, looking at the floor again as she ran a hand over her face and then rested her arms on her knees, an uncomfortable position, but she didn’t seem to care about it in the moment. Time passed, and Y/n seemed to be ignored by officers who walked past. The occasional person would send a smile her way but ultimately, she felt like she was on an island, in the middle of the sea of people who were judging her for being there.

“Alright, you’re all set!” Dick appeared out of nowhere, phone and keys in hand. His sudden appearance made Y/n start in surprise, looking at him with wide eyes for a second before calming down and settling again.

“What?” Y/n asked, confused, getting to her feet and following the boy as he gestured for her to follow him. They walked from the office, out into the hallway and towards the lobby room, filled with various civilians and criminals being brought in for holding.

“I, being myself, made a call to my dad, we’ve got this big house in Gotham City, and there’s heaps of room for someone to stay, even with Tim living there and Barbara dropping in from time to time” Y/n didn’t recognise any of the names he dropped, but things were starting to click in her mind. “I’m Dick Grayson by the way” and that was when it all came together in her mind.

“You’re Bruce Wayne's son!” The girl stopped walking, eyes wide in surprise. She wasn’t sure how she didn’t see it before, the man looked just like the pictures of Bruce and his kids that she had seen on the news online. He was usually pictured with Bruce, and a shorter boy with dark hair. Seeing her reaction to it, Dick took a breath and rolled his eyes. As if he had to deal with such reactions on the daily - which was probably the actual case.

“Yep, now come on, or do you want to stay here moping all day?” the boy grinned and walked out of the building. Y/n looked back at the officers, milling around the station, nothing interesting catching her eyes. Taking a breath and holding it for a moment, Y/n followed him out the door as she let said breath out.

The car park was fairly empty, considering how early in the morning it was, and that most people had just walked there to avoid traffic considering the station was central in the city of Bludhaven. Dick lead her towards a car parked on the far side. Y/n wasn’t an expert on cars, but she could tell that this was expensive - far more then she could afford - and certainly in the price range of a billionaires son.

“Can I ask where we are going?” Y/n questioned when he opened the door for her. He nodded, closing the door behind her and walking around to the drivers side of the vehicle. Closing his own door and pushing the keys into the ignition, he replied.

“I called Bruce, as I said, he’s finalising some paperwork to foster you - so we are heading to the manor in Gotham! Not too long of a drive”. Y/n stared at the dashboard in front of her with wide eyes, processing what was happening. A few hours before, she was sobbing and venting everything to some random boy on the pier, and now she was moving in with a billionaire. It was a startling change, the suddenness of it started crashing down on her. “Do you have anything you want to pick up from your old place?” Dick asked, turning the wheel to get them out onto the road, following the signs towards Gotham City.

“No” was her simple reply, tucking up her legs, Y/n positioned herself to look out the window, watching the city flash by, a swirl of bright lights and dark corners and alleys.

***

“Are you sure you’re ready to work with everyone?” Dick asked, tapping on the zeta panel, his stance was casual enough, but his eyes kept glancing towards Y/n checking up on her to make sure she was alright. Something he’d been doing since she’d moved into Wayne manor all those months ago. Y/n herself however felt nervousness curling in the base of her stomach, clutching at her chest and making her feel a little sick. Not like she was going to throw up, but it certainly wasn’t helping to steady her nerves. The girl looked towards him when he spoke, shaking her head.

“I’ll be fine Dick, I already know most of the Team anyways, i’ve known Kaldur longer then i’ve known you” Dick shook his head with a small laugh leaving his lips. A beep emitted from the panel, and their location was locked in.

“Alright, first official team mission here we come then!”

“what are you going on about, you’ve been on missions before”

“that’s not what I- you know what, no, i’m not letting you have this win” he grinned, securing his mask and walking up to the platform, Y/n following him.

“sore loser?” she asked, matching his grin and standing beside her adopted brother.

“says you” was his quick reply before they were swallowed by the bright yellow light of the zeta tube. It was always strange to travel this way, stretched across a far distance only to be snapped back into place where they had set their destination. This mixed with the feeling of unease that already settled within her system made her clutch her stomach as they reappeared in the zeta entrance to the cave the mission room sprawling out in front of them, various heroes spread out, chatting amongst themselves as if there wasn’t a serious mission about to occur. Heads raised when her and her brothers names were announced by the computer, most turned back to their conversations, but one stayed up, looking towards them, and eventually walking in their direction. Y/n heard him before she saw him.

“Nightwing said you’d be joining us” Kaldur smiled as a greeting, “Are you alright? you look like you’re going to be sick” the smile turned to a neutral expression of concern, something that seemed to appear a lot when Y/n was around. He always had an eye out on her, to make sure she was alright, make sure she was feeling her best. Y/n smiled softly.

“I’m fine, just a lot of people that I haven’t met” she replied. When Y/n first encountered the Team, she had just started vigilante work with Nightwing, and was only introduced to Artemis, Wally and Zatanna, and reintroduced to Kaldur. It was awkward for a few weeks before the two fell into a comfortable friendship. Still confiding in each other with troubles and fears, but their relationship with each other was more stable then the random meetups on the pier. They became close, usually found together when they both had free time. Y/n could confidently say that he was one of her closest friends, alongside Nightwing and Zatanna.

His expression changed, from concern to understanding, the smile returning.

“you’ll be alright, its not a big mission, just some surveillance” his words helped her a little, the nerves calming down. He rested a hand on her shoulder as perhaps some kind of reassuring act, but it sent a strange feeling through her mind.

“yeah, alright” she swallowed, looking forwards, and hoping beyond hope that the burning feeling rising to her cheeks and ears was covered by her domino mask. Unfortunately, luck didn’t seem to be on her side at that moment.

“Y/n, are you . . . blushing?” Kaldur asked, drawing her attention back to him, instead of hyper fixating on making the blush fade.

“No” she replied, glad that her training with Nightwing and Batman left her with a good control over her voice and expressions - the blush was something she had little to no control over unfortunately. She continued however, the question throwing her into a defensive reply. “Its not your business anyways”. That made her cringe at her own words and guilt crawled in her. Kaldur seemed to let out a breath, dropping his hand from her shoulders and stepping back a little.Y/n frowned at the movement. Had she offended him? Was what she said - lying - wrong? Y/n looked at the ground, fiddling now with the corner of her suits belt, her hands moving with nervous energy. Nightwing announced the mission details, explaining what each squad would be doing. He would be keeping an eye on everything from the cave, but Y/n herself was on a lookout team with Kaldur and Zatanna. Once the group split up into the teams and started heading out, Zatanna approached Y/n, smiling.

“Where’s Kaldur? I assumed he’d be with you” she looked confused, around as if Kaldur would be hiding.

“I’m not sure, he left a little while ago” Y/n turned, and Kaldur was indeed gone from where he had been standing. Zatanna lit up when she spotted him by the Zeta Tube.

“There he is, come on Y/h/n” Zatanna walked towards him, the other female following quickly behind. They were silent when travelling to their location. Even Zatanna seemed to see there was some sort of strange tension between the two heroes, though not sure where it had sprouted from. As far as Zatanna understood, the two were close friends. After arriving at the location, Kaldur spoke to Zatanna quietly for a moment, the girl nodded and Kaldur walked towards Y/n, holding his hand out.

“take my hand, please?” he asked, making Y/n frown as she couldn’t decern the tone of voice he was using. So, she took his hand and he pulled her off to the side, out of the earshot of Zatanna, who took over the job of keeping an eye out for what they were looking for.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, sitting her down on the ground and sitting across from her.

“Always” Y/n replied, quicker then she would have liked. Kaldur nodded.

“Then why don’t you tell me whats wrong? You’ve been cold lately, colder then usual, and I want to make sure you are alright, and if there is anything that I can do to help you” Y/n looked down, scratching her arm nervously. She mustn’t have been as subtle as she would have liked then. Kaldur sat up a little straighter. “I don’t mind you taking your time, but I would like to know if I can help you in any way”

“I like you” she replied. Cringing at her bluntness. He was definitely sitting up straighter now. “And I don’t know how to deal with it - and i’m sorry if I've been rude to you, or anything like that” she paused. “I’m just not sure what to do, and I don’t think i’m ready for anything serious, but i’d like to see where it goes and-” Y/n paused to take a breath. Thats when Kaldur interjected.

“Y/n, slow down a little bit please, you don’t need to explain anything to me” he smiled.

“I’m sorry”

“don’t be, you don’t need to apologise for experiencing hardships, you take your time and take steps at your own pace, and i’ll be right there beside you when you need me” He got to his feet, offering his hand to help her up.

“Sorry- uh, thank you Kaldur” she smiled, and he returned the expression.

“If you guys are done? We’ve got some movement down there” Zatanna called to them from where she was set, watching over the empty cortyard.

“We should probably get back to work” Y/n laughed nervously.

“Probably” Kaldur replied, the two walking towards Zatanna.

Some relationships aren’t sudden. They require communication between both parties, settling on what best fits them. And Y/n? She just needed time. So Kaldur would wait until she was ready.

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Blood For Gold Part 5

Wooo lemon ahead. And backstory, SO MUCH BACKSTORY. And understanding. Again, many thanks to @kriskukko for indulging my regency era orc fantasy. Many thanks to @punkhorse96 for all your amazing feedback. It’s time for more of that zesty lemony good good. lol. Enjoy.

Blood For Gold

Part 5

But life had other plans. Demsey then found himself absolutely swamped with work. Between shipments arriving wrong or late and to make things worse, his nagging guilt concerning you seemed to eat away at him and what little sleep he did get was plagued by dreams of you, your face on Audra Draft’s body and losing himself completely in you.

It was the day before the ball at Havenfield and Demsey felt if he did not find some relief from these frustrations, he was going to internally combust.

Meanwhile your own life became a little hectic as well. Agnes and Jane came by nearly every day to deliver directions and advice- basically it was how to be a lady in high society lessons, made sure you could dance all the dances, make sure you minded your manners and made sure that it was practically drilled into you what was “acceptable” and what was “unacceptable” behavior. It was so much you wanted to just scream and by now, your staff knew to give you a proper feast right before bed after Jane and Agnes left so that at least you didn’t go to bed hungry but you had another hunger that could not be satisfied no matter how many times you tried to satisfy it yourself.

The day before the ball at Havenfeild, you managed to shirk Agnes and Jane and insisted that you needed the day to yourself so that you could prepare, and do an elaborate beauty treatment, which was a half truth. But the beauty treatment could be done within about an hour or two. Not necessarily all day but you didn’t want to admit that to them.

Instead you dressed in one of your more seductive dresses in the moura style instead of the regency, had Malcom take you back to The Red Velvet Rope, drop you off, take the carriage around the parks so that it appeared you were taking a tour of the parks instead of getting a good rutting and you were willing to spend at least fifty pounds if it meant you could have Draft all to yourself, for about an hour or so. You wanted to be made love to- in every way possible in every position you could think of and you wanted to actually feast on real food along with feasting on Mr. Draft too.

“Welcome back Lass, what will it be for you today?” Annie greeted with a grin as she readily handed you a gold mask which you eagerly put on.

“Is it possible to get Mr. Draft for say, an hour? And do you have any food you can serve up there? Because I’m hungering in more ways than one.” You asked hopefully.

“Oh of course Love, here’s a menu.” She offered as you took the menu and read it over, the English side of the menu left you leaving your nose crinkled until you turned it over and read the back and your eyes lit up and a smile bloomed on your face when you recognized an actual moura menu from almost every moura court back in the stables which you happily ordered off of.

“Then you’ll be needing a proper suite that has a table in it eat off of. You’ll need suite 23. I’ll be sending Draft up to you when he’s done with his current guest.” She assured you as you happily paid Annie for not just the suite and Draft, but dinner too.

“Thank you.” You practically sang as she unlatched the thick velvet rope and you practically ran up the stairs to your room on the second floor this time.

Meanwhile Demsey had also come into the gentlemen’s side of the building and strode right over to the second desk to see Maria there.

“Good evening Sir, what can I do for you?” She asked.

“I would like a rut with Audra again, if she’s available, perhaps for a little longer than last time.” He answered.

“Aye, Audrey is with a client at the moment, but she’ll be ready in just a little bit, if you’re wanting a longer time for her, might I suggest a proper suite then? Less likely you’ll be disturbed.” She offered.

“Perfect.” Demsey nodded.

“Room 24 then, on the second floor,” she informed him before Demsey paid for Audra and the suite before ascending the steps and once he got to the second floor and into the hallway, he caught sight of Audra practically marching down the hallway and his own smile bloomed brightly. “Oh please tell me you’re here to see me Demsey.” You purred as you outright strutted and sauntered your way up to him.

“Why else would I come? I couldn’t stay away.” Demsey grinned.

“Good, I hope you’re hungry, I have a feast ordered for us, a proper moura one too, and I hope you’ll eat it as well as you will me.” You purred as you took his hand and led him to room 23 as Demsey was powerless to resist and was liable to agree to anything, even his own birthrights the way Audra purred her desires at him, if she asked for his company in that tone, he would happily hand it over and the second the door was closed and the little ‘do not disturb, except for food’ pillows were hung on the door handle. You took off your coat to reveal one of the sexiest dresses you owned and it had Demsey’s jaw on the floor. He was used to seeing black lace, but not a dress made up of nothing of, beautifully sheer black lace where next to nothing was left up to the imagination and your gold moura marks on your skin underneath, glowing and pulsing, was utterly hypnotizing again.

“Do you like it?” You asked as you struck a pose for him before you twirled in place for him.

“Very much so,” Demsey readily agreed as his gaze devoured you first before his hands found their way to you and pulled you to himself so he could finally kiss you as your own hands made quick work of his clothes.

“So many clothes and layers to get through, you sure do make me work to get at you Demsey but by the gods are you ever worth it.” You praised and Demsey fought not to literally tear his actual clothes off because nothing that anyone had ever said to him made him feel more powerful or desired as he readily figured out how to undress you, surprised when it was just a simple dress with structure for your bosom but you were not wearing a thing under it and the way you were walking him towards the bed, pieces of his own attire being tossed aside the moment they were loosed from his frame until you had bared him completely as he kicked his own boots and trousers off as you laid back on the bed.

“Now, eat my cunny like it’s your last meal.” You ordered as you propped yourself up on your elbows with your legs open wide in invitation and Demsey didn’t need to be told twice. Granted he hadn’t really eaten a woman’s cunny...ever. But he was willing to try and willing to make a good go of it as he happily laid down on his stomach, with his head between your legs and tried to go to work and the way your thighs came to rest on his shoulders and the way your hands clawed into his hair and scalp and the way his name came off your lips like a dreamy sigh as he tried adding his fingers to the mix, to see if that would work also, had him feeling happy and relieved when that seemed to help and was what you wanted and needed from him.

You were practically writhing, moaning and keening desperately as your pelvis bucked and grinded in his face, needing more contact as you also guided him and his movements until he seemed to finally learn you and put it all together and found just the right touch, with the right pressure, the right movements, not too fast or too hard, the right suction on your nub and using his fingers to curl and press at something that felt like a soft..walnut shell on the inside of your canal and watched as your moura marks continued to pulse faster and brighter as you were pulling on his hair so tight, he almost feared you would scalp him but the taste of your cunny was addictive, slightly odd at first, but the more he “ate” the more hungry he became and the thirstier he got for your sweet nectar that flowed from it as he was surprised how quickly he acquired a taste for it and how much it fueled his own desire and especially to hear you say his name like it was your greatest desire and want, only spurned him onward as he ground his own erection that wept almost pitifully into the blankets on the bed as it seemed to want a piece of it too and when you finally came, your canal practically gushing into his mouth as he greedily sucked it down while your moura marks lit up and stayed alight while you rode out your orgasm on his face as your legs kicked out as your thighs squeezed his head so tight he felt dizzy, but he could die happy before your whole body laxed as the light in your gold moura marks faded.

“Wow.” You breathed as you fought to catch your breath as you basked in the afterglow as Demsey gave your cunny one last long lick before you pushed his forehead down and away.

“Easy, I’m over sensitive now.” You pleaded.

“Good?” Demsey asked as he licked his chops.

“Very good.” You praised as it had been literal years since the last time you were eaten so enthusiastically, you were at the stables still and having a friend’s brother do that for you from time to time just to keep you pleasant since oral sex was allowed between non married moura partners and it was a good way to keep moura brides satisfied while keeping them “pure” for their future husbands and it wasn’t unusual for a moura gentlemen to have several women he “serviced” in addition to his work, in fact there were special breaks for it during the work day. And since mouras had a unique gift in that they never got sick. In fact the only things to ever kill a moura before and after the plague was a broken heart and old age, they could even drink literal poison and it would act like alcohol to them. They were immune to every other disease and didn’t get any sexually transmitted disease and often laying with one could cure you if you already had one while they remained unharmed as long as feelings and attachments weren’t involved, you could theoretically give and receive as much oral and even anal sex as you wanted. In fact it was usually a skill most moura brides could pride themselves on in giving a good suck and often worked quite hard on suppressing their own gag reflex so they could please their future husbands well, which was made easier by a very stretchy throat, a bygone gift from the evolution of the species having a croup no matter their form, there was even a small airway that connected the nose straight to the lungs, like a glottis on a snake, so she could keep breathing while sucking off a cock, or even eating and it also meant the throat was simply extra stretchy, letting moura brides take a cock of just about any size deep into their throats to almost their stomachs, and also to accommodate a mate of any size or species, most moura womanly canals were super stretchy too to accommodate whatever she needed to and large wombs to carry babies of most sizes and their pelvis could unhinge like a snake’s jaw to give birth easier. There were even special muscles in a moura’s abdomen to help carry a child better and birth easier. There was even a class on how to be good in bed that was taught right before a bride would leave, although most of it, she could figure out herself well before then.

Demsey happily gathered you into his arms and was content to hold you while you recovered.

“Ok, your turn.” You decided after you recovered enough.

“My turn for what?” Demsey asked as you pushed him to lay back on the bed as his cock was still hard enough to drill through a wall of bricks as you simply giggled and settled yourself down and started to lick and sucked on the tip while giving him a hungry sultry look.

“Oh,” Demsey breathed as he suddenly realized what you were getting at as he laid there and watched as your mouth lowered down as you started sucking him off enthusiastically before he couldn’t help but reach up and grasp your face reverently, running hands down your haw and your neck and shoulders.

“Scratch my back would you Love?” You requested as you popped off to ask that before you went back to sucking. Gods in the heavens above and in the waters below, was he delicious. Fresh and clean yet his precum was heady but addictive.

Demsey readily scratched your back as he fought to keep his eyes open and then to feel you settle in his lap, your breasts squished against his balls as your arms laid over his thighs while your hands dug in between his cheeks and the mattress to get good handfuls of it to anchor you before you moved down so that his cock was aimed rather straight down before you opened your jaw and aligned him just right as you put your weight on your knees while your rear rose high in the air and then used your knees to power your body forward to take all of his glorious cock down your throat causing Demsey to nearly yell in surprise, because nothing like that had ever been done to him before and he was left to sit there and stare in astonishment.

“Are..are you ok? Can you even breathe?” He asked worriedly but could feel your noiseless giggling breath from your nose into his own forest of hair around his cock as you nodded yes as Demsney’s eyes nearly rolled back to feel his cock rub so gloriously in your throat as you triggered your swallowing muscles to swallow around him, as humans had a muscle on the back of their trachea to assist in swallowing, mouras had muscles on every side of theirs and that nearly undid him before you started sucking him down until your lips were firmly around the base, his dark hair tickling the tip of your nose as it buried itself in it as you inhaled deeply his heady scent as your throat continued to swallow and slowly flutter down his cock as it was his turn to gasp and moan and keen and growl ever so deliciously as his finger tips threatened to claw at your own back because he didn’t want to leave any marks as he realized, this was why moura harlots were so expensive, because they could do this, because most could never do this and continue to breathe but mouras could. This was one of the greatest pleasures of his life as a series of praises sprinkled with words of profanity began to fall from his mouth along with chanting your own name as you continued to suck away before one of your hands went to his ball sack and started to fondle them and stroke them and scratch at them ever so amazingly before you reached into him to try to find his prostate to massage that and that finally undid him as he couldn’t help but cry out desperately as he emptied himself down your throat while you smiled in satisfaction around him as you rolled your head from side to side with your chest so that his cock twisted inside you as Demsey’s whole body shuddered and shivered.

“Please, I beg for mercy, it’s too much.” Demsey whimpered just as there was a knock on the door.

“I have the moura Sultan’s feast?” Came a masculine voice as he opened the door just as you got back on your knees and slowly pulled your head out of Demsey’s lap as his softening cock now gently bended as it slipped out like a dead snake before it plopped onto the bed as Demsey laid there and basked in his own afterglow as the real Draft and Audrey lowkey watched on curiously as they were both impressed by the feat, but also in awe of your moura marks. Since neither of them had ever seen anything as grand as yours. You must be a moura straight from the colonies or more likely, the stables.

“Thank you.” You happily thanked him as you took one of the robes hanging off a nearby dressing curtain and wrapped it around yourself as you adjusted your gold mask as both of them realized you were both wearing gold masks. You were both clients while they were in black silk masks as Audrey and Draft gave each other a meaningful look before they took your generous tips with grace and then quickly left again.

“You still alive my Dear Demsey?” You cooed as you seated yourself at the table and began to fix your plate how you wanted.

“What?” He managed to ask as he just now managed to peak an eye open to see you sitting pretty, looking like a dish yourself at the table.

“Do you have no appetite?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder at him with a grin.

“Oh I do, I just...men only have three hungers, one for food, one for release and one for sleep and you have managed to somehow make the one far more grand and important than the others.” He praised as he barely managed to gather himself together and get up and managed to get one of the larger robes and put it around himself and walk rather unsteadily towards the table.

“So what is all this then?” He asked.

“Oh you poor thing, does no one order for you a proper Moura Sultan feast? Or is it too unpatriotic for an Englishmen to eat any other food that is common here?” You asked before you went around the table as you told him about each dish as he eagerly tried each thing, an explosion of flavors blooming on his tongue.

“It’s actually this, that is the reasons moura are on earth and it is because of this that mouras are still alive.” You noted as you held up a hunk of turkish delight.

“Turkish delight?” Demsey asked as he took it and ate it, although it was one of the most amazing confections.

“Has your mother never told you of our history?” You asked as Demsey nodded no. The only history Demsey really knew was of his own orcish and English heritage but you clearly frowned underneath that beautiful gold silk mask.

“To be so divorced from our history. Ok, so five millenia ago, it was the surface dwellers, making delicious foods, with fires that had smoke traveling oh so high with the scent of roasting meat and spices going up even to the heavens. Before then, mouras only associated with angles, since they were the closest neighbors. But it was food, rich spices, meats and fats and sweets and breads and it was the creation of delicious foods that tempted the first mouras down to the surface, first as angles, then as humans when some were too frightened of their angel form.” You began as Demsey happily sat and continued to eat and listen to you attentively.

“But alas, no one ever gives something away for free what they worked so hard on themselves. And in an effort to find something that the surface dwellers would take in exchange for that delicious food, the heavenly moura picked up the rocks at their feet, used the very sunshine that gave them everything they needed, warmth, sustenance, life- and turned it into gold in exchange. But while that worked for a time and more and more mouras changed into their human form to walk amongst the surface dwellers, trying everything they could get their hands on, most of the time traveling in flocks, crashing weddings and festivals, gifting pure gold in exchange for a seat at the feasting tables, which their hosts happily accepted, using their moura cloaks to mimic whatever clothes they saw and even invented new styles of clothes for themselves out of it for a moura was both their clothing and their wings or simply a feathered cloak.” You explained as you gestured to the gold peacock feathers on your own skin.

“But it did not last too long, for all the gold they gave soon incited The Great Danger, where surface dwellers cooked elaborate feasts, threw false weddings and festivals, and the purpose was to set a trap for as many mouras as possible so that all of them could turn mounds of stone and rubble and especially bricks of mud into gold and only when the mouras turned their own body weight in gold, were they released. And it is that gold that was the seed for every great king, emperor, czar, cesar and pharaoh came into power, because they employed the golden rule- whoever has the gold- makes the rules.” You divulged as Demsey’s eyes got wide in realization, because he had heard versions of this story as legends. But they were always from the ‘I captured a moura as a bride and now I’m king’ kind of legends. But to hear it from the moura’s point of view, was almost heartbreaking.

“In answer- mouras divided themselves into two kingdoms, one- was against any moura from ever touching the surface of the planet ever again. The other, more tolerant simply set up rules in place for going to the surface but both kingdoms decided to gain a good defense. That is when mouras domesticated phoenixes and bred themselves to them since mouras used to be shapeshifters, having three forms, a human, an angel or a bird of their choice, including a pheonix. And thanks to breeding with the phoenixes, gained the phoenixes powers of spewing fire and rising from the ashes, and thus gained a small measure of immortality and turned a life span of two hundred years to up a lifespan of over 500 years, as long as they were rebirthed in the ashes, even though they were immune to phoenix and dragonfire already, if they chose to be reborn in the ashes, they can choose how hot the flames can be to be reborn. The hotter the quicker the burn, and the more painful but the lower the temperature, the longer it takes, so it’s a matter of slow and low or high and fast.” You explained.

“Have you ever done it? Being reborn in the ashes?” Demsey asked.

“No, such things were lost in the plague. You see, do you remember the stories of gold raining down from heaven? It happened roughly a hundred and sixty seven years ago but the plague started twenty years before then. It happened with the birth of a prince in the high heavenly moura kingdom. All moura babies are born with a gold moura mark at the base of the skull, within the first year, a feather cloak, the moura cloak grows from it, and it looks like a blanket made of feathers. A selkie has a seal skin, a moura had a moura cloak. And with it- all of the moura powers. Powers to heal every affliction, powers to live hundreds of years, powers to turn whatever they wanted into gold, all powered by soaking up the sunshine. But what happened was Prince Theonore, his cloak never did grow, but instead the gold feathers appeared right on his skin. He could not fly, he could not change, he had no powers at all and as the feathers bloomed on his skin, the heavier he became, and the harder it was for him to breathe. Because the air is much, much thinner in the heavens than it is on the surface. There was no altitude above or below the clouds that he could breathe at. Not until there was on place for him except for in a moura colony in the mountains, and even there, he had a hard team breathing. It wasn’t until he came to the low valleys that he could breathe with ease. After that all babies born stopped growing cloaks, stopped being able to fly or have any of the moura gifts, the colonies and the stables were invaded by droves of anxious heavenly moura parents, eager to care for their children who could not stay in the clouds with them because heavenly moura had built fantastic palaces in the clouds, from the outside, it just looked like a cloud, on the inside though, every inch was covered in luxury. Diamonds embezzling most of the surfaces that weren’t otherwise gold, silver or white marble. But the phenomenon didn’t stop there, once the heavenly moura came down, the colony moura’s children and the stable moura children also followed suit. It was like something was in the air. Like dust on the wind, it traveled the world, soon every moura who had the potential of having a cloak, it was all replaced with these marks on their skin. But if it had simply stopped there, it would have been fair, but no.” You shook your head as you could still hear your grandparent’s voice tell you these harrowing stories of their youth.

“At the time, every summer solstice and winter solstice, all mouras who were able, took flight, in the summer, they would follow the sun around the world. In the winter- they followed the moon. And between 18-20 summers and winters, all mouras able, took their first flight. The Prince, had to spend years building up his strength and ability to breathe the thinner air that is above the clouds. There was a special carriage built for him so that his subjects might fly him on his first flight. For it is only after the first flight, that he has to lead that shows he is a qualified ruling moura. But the moment he was hoisted above the clouds, the atmosphere was so thin, that he could not breathe, but worse, the moment the sun shone on him, his gold moura feathers instantly turned black and began to burn him and within moments he dissolved like ash, the black particles dissolving off of him and the particles were then taken with a stiff wind to all the mouras behind him. And the particles killed all the heavenly moura upon contact, and it turned them into gold dust which then collected in the clouds. The mountain moura saw this and dove for the ground but the moment the dust touched them, it started to turn their own wings to pure gold and suddenly countless moura plummeted to the ground and it was only the angels who dove after them to keep them from colliding with the surface but once on the ground, all the moura had to lay down with their wings to the earth because trying to get up would snap their spines because a moura’s wings and an angel’s wings were the same size, but instead of light feathers, sinewy muscles and hollowed out bones to help with bearing the weight of them, to be suddenly so heavy and solid gold, was too much. It took almost every angel in heaven to find a cure. A special spell in a special liquid that looked like electrum that was drank and once it was drunk the wings could be changed back to flesh and blood and bone, they could be drawn into the body again, but with it, nothing a moura ever touched would be turned into gold ever again but in order for all the mouras to be saved from the plague, it was given to all. Those whose wings had been out could draw them back in but never out again, instead, the golden feathers then spread to their skin too and with it, their hair turned golden blonde, and their eyes golden yellow and it was the golden feathers that replaced the real moura marks that used to light up and glow around each moura like the northern lights around the world. After that, with no heavenly moura to maintain their castles and estates in the clouds, they all slowly reverted back to clouds and heavenly moura have become only a memory for some and a fable for others. And then clouds scattered the gold dust all over the world with the rains which was in reality, the golden dust ash of countless heavenly moura. After that, all heavenly moura had two options, go into a colony where neither king nor class exists, where you have to fend for yourself and be completely self sufficient and learn how to take care of themselves but where your genetics didn’t matter, who you were as a person did, and you could marry for love for there was no other reason to marry or go into the stables, where there still was a class system, with servants and palaces and estates and hierarchy and royalty and prestige. I’ll let you guess where a majority of the heavenly moura decided to reside.” You hinted at with a grin.

“But over time, the golden feathers have become fewer and fewer with every generation away from “pure” moura and I have already seen how the moura mark that every moura baby is born with- becomes less and less, until it’s barely a tiny dot. Until there is no moura mark at all and whatever traits mouras have, will become extinct just like the cloak, just like the heavenly moura. We are a dying breed, even now so many women have a hard time conceiving in the stables when mouras have always been renowned for the ability to conceive and carry with the utmost of ease. I do not know about the colonies, but at least in the stables. A whole country that used to be bursting with people, where there were literally tens and hundreds of thousands of families within the stables, and now instead of having dozens of family lines per district and quarter, there is only two or three families. I came from the Hanging Garden Quarter, it used to be the Sultanate Quarter, the Sultanate quarter catered to hundreds of Sultanate states in the middle east and far beyond. But as the Sultanate states fell one by one like dominoes, along with most other empires, the need for us became null and void and what used to be a court that was the same size as London is now…” You voice broke and became thick with emotion before Demsey reached out and simply held your hand.

“Now it’s just five palaces under the Hanging Garden Quarter. It won’t be but two, maybe three generations before the stables collapse completely and Dorierra will just be another colony. We have already opened the doors to other mouras to take it over and there are so many from all over the world in different colonies who have taken it up so the country doesn’t fall to a peoples other than mouras. If not in kind, at least in name. After so many millennia of feeling like we were the apex of creation, our own obsession with perfection saw to our downfall and our own lust for power and riches saw to our own demise. That is why each gold moura mark is a sad reminder of what we used to be and used to have. So enjoy it while it lasts. Because it will not be around for forever.” You explained as Demsey now understood why Sultana Aurdravienne would not return to the stables. Because there was nothing for her to return to.

“Do you think any of that would have ever happened had mouras never touched the ground?” Demsey asked.

“I think it would have happened much, much sooner, and if we hadn’t, no moura would be alive today, or even one or maybe a few millennia ago. We would have died out long before and all we ever would have been is a myth that would have had no evidence of existence at all, the only evidence we have is the pictures the angles have taken of the heavenly moura over time. And they have gifted those pictures to the colonies and to the stables so that at least we have tangible proof instead of memories from our elders, but even now some just say they are pretty pictures painted by someone with an extreme imagination because the hot air balloons have gone up into the clouds and of course there’s no traces of heavenly moura left up there, there’s no palaces or estates or people.” You mused as you shook your head sadly.

“Now you know.” You told him.

“However that being said, this is the closest taste of home since I came here a lifetime ago. I wish this place would open a restaurant, and actually sell the food as is without the casino.” You murmured as you finally really dug into your feast as Demsey was now struck with an idea on how to charm Sultana Audravienne, he was going to bring this food to her. But first, he was going to ravish the Audra before him the moment she was done eating.

Meanwhile Audrey and Draft had gone to Annie and Maria to inform them of what they saw.

“I thought it was weird that she likened you to a draft horse instead of the brahma bull you are.” Annie mused to Draft.

“And I thought it was weird that the gentleman got your name wrong. He called you Audra instead of Audrey. No one really ever get’s your name wrong. Not even the Dauphin Ramsey get’s your name wrong.” Maria realized.

“So what are we going to do, because if either of them comes back and the other is not here, they will surely know something is wrong if they request us thinking it’s the other. And it would be ruin for the lady especially if who she is sharing that room with knows that she is a lady and not a harlot.” Audrey asked.

“We will figure out something. They seem to come at the same time, maybe their coincidences will continue?” Draft ventured.

“Maybe, but if they find out and want to continue, we can always keep one of the affair suites open for them, I mean there’s no reason why we can’t keep taking their money and why you two can’t keep taking their tips at least, if they’re paying for a service, let them pay.” Maria insisted with a shrug of her shoulder as the others nodded in agreement.

“I have no problem taking the money, it’s not like I’m not rendering those services anyway.” Draft shrugged as Audrey nodded in agreement.

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TVD 9x15 - Dream a little dream... (Part 1) Enjoy! =)

Cut to – the secret facility, around 3am. All the guests from the Thanksgiving dinner party have left. Augustus and Darius are having a little one on one before heading to bed.

AUGUSTUS: So, how does it feel to be back from La-la land? You really had us worried for a while. Thought you were a goner.

DARIUS: How long was I out for?

AUGUSTUS: Almost a month… You’re lucky Veritas was able to use his psychic juju to break the illusion. I was about to give up.

DARIUS: Given our history, I’m surprised you even tried.

AUGUSTUS: Well, bygones. And, Pietro can be very persuasive, he insisted we get you back.

DARIUS: I’ll have to thank him for that. Listen, I know we don’t always see eye to eye, and I know I made some mistakes, but we need to find a way to get over our differences, and see this through to the end.

AUGUSTUS: I agree. That’s the only reason I accepted to do this. Also, I have to admit, you do have some irreplaceable talents.

DARIUS: As do you, from what I’ve been seeing… I could have sworn I saw Tamara at the dinner party. What are you, making clones now?

AUGUSTUS: (Smirks) Oh no, clones are of no real use. And, unlike you, I don’t like to tamper with nature. What you saw was technology at its best.

DARIUS: So, like robots, basically?

AUGUSTUS: Not exactly; more like artificial intelligence. Specifically, it’s called ASI, an artificial intelligence superior to human intelligence or ability. The superhuman, as we like to call it in the geek community.

DARIUS: And they call me the crazy one.

AUGUSTUS: Don’t confuse using technology in our advantage with a god complex, and a bad case of fatal attraction. You really lost it, Darius; almost sabotaged the order’s plan to cater to your fantasies. We can’t have that happen again, so, I hope you understand, some adjustments had to be made.

DARIUS: What are you talking about?

AUGUSTUS: Let’s just say, you didn’t get that scar on your head by accident…

DARIUS: What did you do to me?

AUGUSTUS: Don’t worry, nothing drastic. All I did was install a type of control button, to put it in a way. Just to make sure you don’t go rogue on us again. Can’t blame us for including an insurance policy after the mess you made. (Yawns) Well, I think it’s time I call it a night.

DARIUS: Question, did that “tweak” of yours involve some sort of weird programming with the movie Sunset Boulevard?

AUGUSTUS: The fifties noir film?

DARIUS: Yes.

AUGUSTUS: Well, I am a big fan, but no; that’s all you, pal. Anyway, I need my rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.

DARIUS: Sweet dreams…

AUGUSTUS: (Somewhat confused) Uhm… okay. Make sure you get some sleep (he leaves).

DARIUS: I will, eventually… (Darius dozes off in a daydream sort of state; the song Wicked Game by Hula-Hifi, lingering in his mind).

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Cut to – The Salvatore mansion. Damon and Bonnie’s room, around 3 am. Damon wakes up suddenly, sweating and breathing heavily. He turns to Bonnie, she’s not in the bed. He gets up, knocks on the bathroom door, no answer. He opens the door, she’s not inside. Vamps downstairs, finds her watching T.V in the family room.

DAMON: Hey, Bon-Bon; what are you doing?

BONNIE: Couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to wake you, so…

DAMON: (Peeks to see what she is watching) Sunset Boulevard, love this movie.

BONNIE: Come, join me.

DAMON: (Vamps speeds to cuddle with her) You okay?

BONNIE: Fine, just a bad case of insomnia.

DAMON: Want some popcorn?

BONNIE: Is the answer ever no when it comes to that question?

DAMON: (Smirks, gets up) One order of large popcorn coming right up (gives her a peck on the lips, and vamps to the kitchen. Bonnie continues to watch the movie; at some point she begins to feel sleepy and dazed, almost immediately, she falls into a deep sleep).

Cut to – 1950, Hollywood, California. The cast and crew, of what promises to be the next Oscar winning film, are getting ready for another day of shooting on set. The lead actress, a true Hollywood diva, is in her dressing room rehearsing some lines. The lead actor walks in the room, hands her a cup of coffee.

KAT: Every day I tell you I hate that…

IAN: And every day I do it anyway.

KAT: Can you just get out, before I have security take you out.

IAN: Is that any way to treat your co-star?

KAT: The only reason you got this job is because your daddy is the head of the studio, you are a horrible actor.

IAN: Kitty Kat, that hurts my feelings. Not everyone can sleep their way to the top, if you know what I mean… Shall we do the count? Joseph, Chris, Michael… Oh, and let’s not forget your recent one, my lovely brother, Paul… I told you, everyone knows about you two, or almost everyone… Aw, poor Candice! Anyway, you can drop the act now.

KAT: And, I told you, who I choose or don’t choose to sleep with, is none of your business, or hers. So, butt out.

IAN: You know, you are quite cute when you get mad (smirks).

KAT: I actually look cuter when I’m kicking someone’s ass; want to see?

IAN: (Wiggles is eyebrows) Ooh, you are on fire today!

Keep it up, maybe you will finally nail at least one scene. (The film director walks in).

MATT: You two are up. And please, stop with the bickering, it’s getting very annoying. Be professional for Christ’s sake! Come on, chop, chop! You are on in five (leaves).

KAT: How dare he speak to me that way! Does he know who I am?!

IAN: Apparently, he doesn’t care; ouch! (Hands her the coffee cup) Here, have some, looks like you are going to need it.

KAT: Shut up… (grabs the cup reluctantly, and takes a sip. Another actress comes barging in, venting).

CANDICE: I swear if I have to do another scene with that incompetent fool, I’m quitting!

KAT: What did Chris do this time?

CANDICE: He can’t tell his left foot from his right one. How on earth did he get the part!

IAN: (Looking at Kat, teasing) Gees, I wonder how…

KAT: (Rolls her eyes, turns to Candice) Come on, he’s not that bad.

CANDICE: Please, you only say that because you slept with him. Not that I’m judging, he’s very hot, but he definitely can’t dance!

KAT: Well, he makes up for it in other areas (smirks)…

CANDICE: (Grins) Naughty, naughty… Anyway, where is Paul?!

IAN: Missing someone? Don’t worry, Blondie, he should be here soon, he’s just running late. Think you can handle a few minutes without him?

CANDICE: God, I hate you…

KAT: That makes two of us.

IAN: (Looking at Kat) You know there’s a fine line between love and hate (smirks).

KAT: In your dreams.

IAN: Every night, at least twice.

KAT: You are disgusting.

IAN: I know (winks. The Assistant Director walks in).

STEVEN: Miss. Graham, Mr. Somerhalder, we are ready for you.

KAT: Let’s go.

Cut to – LAPD Headquarters. The Chief of Police is in his office, smoking a cigarette, looking at a photo of a victim who was found brutally murdered the night before. The victim, an aspiring actress who had just landed her first role, a minor part in a high-profile production.

This town… A concrete monument of decay. From the outside it might seem glamourous, with its movie stars and divas, but it’s nothing more than a sewer filled with rats. Nights reek of booze, gun powder, and flesh blood, masked with a cheap imitation of expensive perfume.

Days are no better. The only difference between the two is that during the day, it’s harder for the predators to hide, or so they think. In reality, the true gangsters hide at plain sight. They mock us, thinking they are always one step ahead, always above the law.

But not this time… not this time… (Caresses the victim’s photo, a tear scrolling down his cheek) My sweet Nina… who could have possibly done this to you? And why?

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(The song “The Two Of Us” by Mark Isham, plays in the background, as the Detective has flashbacks of the woman and the horrendous murder scene; tears keep rolling down his cheeks).

Cut to – the film set. Kat and Ian are shooting one of their scenes.

IAN: Don’t go with him… you belong here, with me.

KAT: Please, don’t say those words. You know I want nothing more, but I can’t stay… He is my husband.

IAN: And I am the man you love.

KAT: Always and forever; no matter how far.

IAN: (Kisses her passionately. As she begins to walk away and the rain begins to pour, he runs after her, turns her around) I’m sorry, but I won’t let you go (kisses her again, the song Godot - The Fragrance of Dark Coffee + Rainymood, starts to play.

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The raindrops continue to fall as they hold each other, probably for the last time…)

MATT: And, cut! Beautiful! Now that’s what I call cinema! We are making history people!

KAT: (Ian is still holding on to her). Didn’t you hear cut?!

IAN: No, must have bad hearing… (he smiles; she tries to resist, yet can’t help but smile herself).

MATT: Okay, everyone, let’s take 30 while we prep for the next scene.

KAT: (To Ian) Did you hear that? (Pushes him away) Now, shoo, skedaddle! (She walks away, he follows behind, teasing her).

STEVEN: Mr. Davis, there is a Detective here to see you.

MATT: What? Why?

STEVEN: I think it has something to do with that actress that didn’t show up on set today.

MATT: Which actress, Steven, there are plenty of them around here.

STEVEN: Nina.

MEET: Nina, who? Doesn’t ring a bell.

STEVE: She’s the actress that is playing Miss. Graham’s handmaiden.

MATT: Oh, yes, I think I remember. What about her?

STEVEN: I don’t know. Why don’t you talk to the Detective.

MATT: Fine. Send him my way.

ZACH: (Shows him his badge) Detective Zach Roerig, LAPD, can I ask you some questions?

MATT: Sure, just don’t take too long, we need to keep shooting while we still have the proper lighting.

ZACH: (Takes a picture of Nina out of his pocket and shows it to him) Do you know this woman?

MATT: Barely, she is just an extra with a very small part, we don’t interact. I only work with the stars, so my assistant might be able to give you more insight on her.

ZACH: I’ll talk to him, that’s for sure. But you are the one in charge of this production, correct?

MATT: I am the Director, so yes.

ZACH: Maybe you should pay more attention to your “not so important” cast members as well. Miss. Dobrev was found brutally murdered last night; just one block from here.

MATT: Oh, lord, that is terrible. What happened?

ZACH: Was I not clear? She was murdered, decapitated to be exact. And, we suspect the one responsible for this heinous crime, is part of this little film of yours.

MATT: That’s absurd! No one here would ever do such a thing!

ZACH: You’d be surprised what people are capable of, especially in a town like this. It ain’t all lights and glamour. This is an official investigation, so we are shutting this production down until we get some answers.

MATT: You can’t do that! We are on a schedule.

ZACH: Well, it looks like you’re going to have to make some changes. I need you to call in everyone in the cast and crew, and I mean everyone. No one leaves, until we clear them.

MATT: Do you have any idea who you’re talking to? I don’t take orders from anyone.

ZACH: You Hollywood types and your sense of entitlement. You are in for a reality check, no one is above the law. Here is a warrant to search the premises and question every single one of you. So, make yourself comfortable, we might be here for a while. I’ll need your office for questioning, while my squad processes the area. I take it you don’t mind. And, to prove I’m not all that bad, I’ll start with you. Lead the way.

Cut to – the Director’s office.

SUSPECT # 1 – THE DIRECTOR

ZACH: For the record, state your full name.

MATT: Matthew W. Davis.

ZACH: How did you know the victim?

MATT: I told you, I didn’t. Apart from directing the few scenes she has been in, I have never talked to or interacted with her at all.

ZACH: What were your whereabouts last night, from 11pm to 2am?

MATT: I was here, filming. Went home around 3am.

ZACH: (Shows him a note that reads: You were great last night. Keep it up, and you might become a real movie star someday…). Do you know what this is?

MATT: (Looking nervous) Where did you find that?

ZACH: I’m the one that will be asking the questions. Is this your handwriting?

MATT: It is.

ZACH: Can you explain how, and why, this was found in the victim’s purse the night she was murdered?

MATT: I have no idea. That note wasn’t for her.

ZACH: Oh, really? Who was it for, then? And why do you reckon Miss. Dobrev had it with her?

MATT: I can’t tell you who it was for. And, I have absolutely no idea why that woman would have that note.

ZACH: Oh, come on, try harder.

MATT: This is ridiculous, I want my lawyer.

ZACH: You are in your right to request one, but that would only make you more suspicious. So, I would advise otherwise.

MATT: What do you want from me? I already told you everything I know.

ZACH: Who was the note for?

MATT: Okay, okay… it was for Candice.

ZACH: Doesn’t make much sense though, she’s already a movie star…

MATT: She is, but not a diva, like Miss. Graham. That’s what every woman in Hollywood wants. And I am the only one that can give that to them.

ZACH: That’s a lot of power to be in one man’s hands.

MATT: I worked hard for it, trust me.

ZACH: Sure you did… Okay, I’m gonna let you go for now, while we verify your alibi; but trust me, we will talk again.

MATT: Whatever. Can I leave?

ZACH: Yes, and send your assistant in.

SUSPECT # 2 – THE ASSISTANT DIRECTOR

ZACH: For the record, state your full name.

STEVEN: Steven R. McQueen.

ZACH: How do you know Miss. Dobrev?

STEVEN: She is one of the actresses in the film.

ZACH: More like, was…

STEVEN: What?

ZACH: She was murdered last night, about a block from here. Know anything about that?

STEVEN: No, no, of course not. Oh, god, she’s dead?! This can’t be true… How, why?

ZACH: Well, that’s what I want to find out, pal. Think you can help me figure it out?

STEVEN: Whatever I can do to help, you can count on it. Miss. Dobrev was a lovely gal.

ZACH: Were you two close?

STEVEN: Not really. I met her when we started filming. We talked from time to time, but that was about it.

ZACH: Just talk, ha?

STEVEN: Yes, Detective, I swear.

ZACH: I believe you. Look, you seem like a decent guy. I’m sure, if anyone, you are the one that knows what really happens around this set. Help me out? Miss. Dobrev deserves some justice, don’t you think?

STEVEN: Of course. I will tell you everything I know.

ZACH: Good. Why don’t we start with Mr. Davis’s real relationship with the victim…

Cut to – Kat’s dressing room. Kat, Ian, Candice, Paul, and Chris are talking about the situation.

CANDICE: With all due respect, but who is this Nina person?

KAT: She’s the actress playing my handmaiden.

CANDICE: Oh, her? Well, you can’t really refer to her as an actress, I mean...

CHRIS: She’s a nobody, so who cares.

PAUL: Judging from the Police take-over, something big is going on.

CANDICE: Why do you care?

PAUL: I’m just saying, it doesn’t look good.

IAN: Well, I agree with Mr. slippery shoes and Cinderella, who cares! We should be shooting, don’t want to lose the good lighting.

KAT: Of course you wouldn’t dare to care about anyone but yourself….

IAN: Really, Kitty Kat? This coming from little Miss me, myself, and I. We all know who you are.

KAT: No you don’t, so stop pretending you do.

PAUL: (Sarcastically) Ouch, bro.

CHRIS: (To Kat and Ian, sounding quite bitter) Can you two stop bickering, for like a second! Gees, just get married already! So freaking obvious…

KAT: Please, he wishes!

IAN: I might like a little pain here and there, but I’m no masochist… unless you ask nicely, of course (winks; the Director walks in). Matt, can you please tell us what the hell is going on!

MATT: We’ve been shut down, until further notice. Oh, and no one can leave either, so make yourselves comfortable.

IAN: What! Why?!

MATT: Well, that wannabe actress playing Kat’s handmaiden was murdered last night. Ruined our entire schedule! The Police think one of us did it… ridiculous!

KAT: Wait, what!? She was murdered? No, no… that can’t be… Oh my god!

CHRIS: And I’ll say it again, why do we care? She is a nobody! Or was, whatever!

KAT: Don’t say that! You have no idea who she was…

CHRIS: Neither do you, Kitty Kat.

IAN: (Pushes Chris away from her) First, no one calls her that, but me. Second, back off…

CHRIS: (Sarcastic smirk) Oh, please. Don’t you get it? She will never love you. Once she gets what she wants from you, she’ll throw you out like a piece of trash. So stop trying so hard.

IAN: (Grabs him by the neck) Listen, psycho boy…

PAUL: Stop, both of you. Is it too much to ask for you to act like adults, for once? We really don’t need your little pissing contest drama right now.

KAT: Nor any of this… Everyone get out, I need some space.

IAN: (Looking concerned) Kat...

KAT: I said, get out! All of you! (They leave).

Cut to – the Director’s office.

ZACH: Thank you for your cooperation, this information is critical to our investigation.

STEVEN: (Looking scared) Please, Detective, promise me you won’t tell them you heard those things from me, I would be completely ruined.

ZACH: Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me, trust me. Now, be a sport and send Miss. Accola my way, will you?

STEVEN: Will do, Detective.

ZACH: Thank you, we will talk again soon.

SUSPECT # 3 – THE ACTRESS

ZACH: For the record, state your full name.

CANDICE: (Flirtatious) Detective, you don’t believe I had anything to do with this, do you? I mean, look at me… do you really think I would be capable of such a thing?

ZACH: Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said, state your full name.

CANDICE: Fine… Candice Rene Accola. But I swear, Detective, I never even crossed a word with that woman.

ZACH: Funny, that’s not what I’ve heard…

CANDICE: From who? Whoever said that is obviously lying! I have a reputation to protect, I don’t mingle with the extras.

ZACH: Oh, I’m sure you don’t, but I wonder if you get jealous of them?

CANDICE: (Laughs) That’s absurd! Why on earth would I be jealous of her!? She’s a nobody.

ZACH: Maybe she had something you wanted…

CANDICE: What could she possibly have had that I don’t? If anything, she was the one jealous of me.

ZACH: I hear you are quite smitten with an ex of hers.

CANDICE: An ex? What are you talking about?

ZACH: Just cut the bullshit Miss. Accola. I know for a fact that Mr. Wesley and Miss. Dobrev where previously engaged, that is until you came into the picture…

CANDICE: (Nervously) Please, Detective, let me explain…

ZACH: Please, do.

CANDICE: It’s not what you think. I mean, yes, I knew they had a thing in the past, but that was a long time ago. They went to the same Highschool, in this godforsaken town in the middle of nowhere, or something along those lines. But, I swear, I never even spoke to her, nor did he, after that. No disrespect for the deceased, but she was weird, she didn’t belong in the same circle as us. There are levels, and she is, well, was, way below ours. If you are looking for a real suspect, I suggest you talk to Mr. Wood, I know there was something going on between those two.

ZACH: Really, why would you say that?

CANDICE: They are both whack jobs. They would get together after shooting; hang out at this weirdo trash bar down the block called “The Grill”, where all the other city looneys hang out. Trust me, they were into some really creepy stuff.

ZACH: What kind of creepy stuff?

CANDICE: Some obscure vampire nonsense. I’m telling you, totally cuckoo.

ZACH: Vampires?

CANDICE: Yes, I swear! If you ask me, I wouldn’t be surprised if Chris turned out to be one… I mean, if they were real, of course. Only a crazy person would believe those things.

ZACH: I agree. So, you are saying Miss. Dobrev had a dark side?

CANDICE: Oh, for sure! No one ever bought her little “Mary Sue” act.

ZACH: Well, that’s quite specific information for someone who claims not to know anything about her.

CANDICE: I’m just telling you what I’ve heard from others, specifically, from Mr. Wood.

ZACH: Okay, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt on that, for the moment. Now, (hands her the same note he handed the Director) can you explain what this is about?

CANDICE: (Looking genuinely clueless) I have never seen that before, I promise.

ZACH: Fair enough. Moving on, what where your whereabouts last night, from 11pm to 2am?

CANDICE: I was here shooting, until about 3am, I think. I went straight home after that.

ZACH: 3 am? Doesn’t seem like a safe hour for a lady to be driving home alone…

CANDICE: Oh, of course not. I had my driver take me home.

ZACH: What’s your driver’s name?

CANDICE: Mr. Trevino, you can ask him if you don’t believe me. He’s right outside my dressing room.

ZACH: No need, just yet. You are free to go, for now. Let Mr. Wood know I’m expecting him next.

CANDICE: Sure thing. (As she is walking out) Detective, one more thing… I probably shouldn’t say, since she is my best friend, but I feel obligated to mention this, it’s in my duty to do so. You should know Miss. Graham and Miss. Dobrev used to be very close friends, best friends actually. She doesn’t know I know that, but I do. In fact, Kat is the reason Nina got this job in the first place; and the reason why Nina moved from that Mystic place to LA. Just thought you should know… Hope it’s useful information (flirtatious smirk).

ZACH: (Flirting back) Very useful, Miss. Accola; thank you for sharing.

Cut to – Kat’s dressing room. She is looking at herself in the mirror; she seems somewhat sad, but a lot more worried. Ian knocks.

IAN: Kat, please, let me in… I’m sorry… (Kat opens the door, he walks inside, she looks around to make sure there is no one else there; shuts the door after him).

KAT: What do you want? I thought I made myself clear when I said I wanted to be left alone.

IAN: I needed to make sure you were okay (looks around the room) … I didn’t know you knew her outside of the film, I’m sorry if I was insensitive.

KAT: (Goes to her mini bar, serves and hands him a glass of bourbon) It’s just you and me, look for yourself. You can stop pretending now.

IAN: (Relieved) Okay, good… I don’t know how much longer I would be able to keep up with the act.

KAT: As long as it takes; we can’t risk them finding out.

IAN: I know, Kitty Kat, but I’m freaking out here! This place is infested with cops. What the hell are we going to do...?!

KAT: Calm down, we will think about that later… (kisses him passionately, and throws him on to her dressing room bed…)

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*Not my art, loads of credit to the creator, this ilustration is awsome!

TVD 9x15 (part 2) coming soon! Hope you stop by, read, and enjoy! =)

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XI. Why Do We Need a Queen?

The journey back to the realms of the One was harsh. The Queen decided that they needed to go without magic. With the staff, Amelia would be able to detect the moment magic like theirs was used in the realms. Grace was fairly used to that, as she generally had to sneak out and about without hers in order to avoid being caught by her mother. Simon and the Queen were not nearly as comfortable with it, but both as determined, as he had vengeance to inflict and she had a Kingdom to recover. Grace had a father to send off respectfully and a mother to avoid speaking to. If she had just BEEN there, she could have saved him! She didn’t know any of the details, but she was sure of that much.

It would take a few days. Simon insisted that they didn’t have that long. Amelia would devastate the realms of the One within hours. The Queen was confident that she wouldn’t be as successful in an attack against the witches of the One as she had been sneaking up on the communities of denizens. And even though she was healed from her sickness, she was still not as young as the two of them and not as fueled as Grace, who kept getting out of their range, refusing to wait as her mother slowed them down and Simon tried to be sure that they didn’t just leave her behind…

Three long days and cold nights later, they were back… and Amelia had been busy.

Firstly, the King’s body was impaled outside of the castle, along with other warriors. There was a wall of bodies around them. It was a monument and a warning. Grace immediately brought him down. She wouldn’t be able to bring him back to life, but she could make him more presentable, for a goodbye. Simon shuffled his feet and looked at the Queen. She refused to look at her husband. He was gone and there was nothing that they could do about it now, but there was something that they could do about the Conductor who had taken over the mothership. The Queen outstretched her arms and winds began to blow. Faithful fighters began to appear. Among them, Lucy.

Grace rushed to collect her into a hug. The girl was filthy and caked in blood. Her eye patch was gone and her hair was pulled up into a mini ponytail. “Are you okay?”

She kneeled in front of the Queen and began to report. Apparently, while they were gone, everyone looked to Lucy for leadership. She was the most familiar person that they knew of who was close to the palace. They accepted her as their guide through this perilous event and she always had a very detailed and accurate report of everything. Her eyes were everywhere. The Queen nodded her head and then spoke with them about the plans that she and Simon had made.

Grace spoke up, as well, “Umm… I must have been out of it whenever these plans were made… but what makes you think that you can take this woman on? She has your staff because you couldn’t fight in the first place.”

“She has my staff because I let her get close enough to touch me, which happened because I was sick. Which, thanks to you, I no longer am, and thanks to experience, I won’t make that mistake again.”

“It has to be Simon,” Grace said. “The oracle said…”

The Queen wondered, “Yes?”

“She said that the Conductor messed up the magic ecosystem and it would take a very powerful conductor to restore the balance.”

“That could mean a number of things,” The Queen complained. They thought for a moment. “It could mean that he is meant to defeat her. But, it could also mean that he is meant to rule this kingdom. It can even mean that he is meant to father a savior. That’s a very vague and unhelpful prophecy, Grace!”

“Aren’t they usually?” Simon asked.

“Yes!” The Queen agreed.

“If I may,” Lucy offered. They all turned to look at her. “The title The Conductor was not one that Amelia took for herself. It was how she was referred to whenever they didn’t know her identity, only that she had been draining power from the realms. In the first writings about her crimes against the One, the witches wrote that a conductor was draining energy without replenishment. That was referring to a tool. They thought perhaps an entity, but presumed most likely a tool was used. It is my judgement that the prophecy given to Our Princess was not about a person, but about a tool. Whatever type of tool that the Conductor uses to drain the magic.”

Simon nodded, “We collect it into crystal spheres. We can’t just drain magic and take it into ourselves. We collect it and then we’re able to control it with possession of the sphere and the guidance of our runes.”

“So… We need a sphere to take her magic away from her?” Grace wondered.

Lucy blushed, “It was only a thought. I know less than everyone here.”

“Nonsense. You actually READ the royal books, and you REMEMBERED something very helpful!” Grace hugged her again. “Simon, where can we find one of those spheres?”

He shook his head, “Amelia usually provided them to me, but I always thought that they were somewhere in her cave.

The Queen ordered, “Simon! Show Lucy where the cave is…” She kneeled to be at Lucy’s level, for the first time ever, “Lucy… Find a sphere and immediately bring it to me in the Queen’s hidden chambers.”

“Yes, My Queen!” Lucy said louder than she intended. The Queen had never called her by name before. Simon looked at Grace. “She’ll be fine. She’s with me. I won’t let anything happen to her. It’s my top priority.” Grace folded her arms. She wished that it had been a priority to save her father.

Still, whenever Simon reached for her, she melted against him. She hadn’t really been that warm or gentle with him these past few days, stuck in her own mind and her deep pain. He kissed her on the forehead and said something, some type of chant. She felt something tickle her wrist and she looked down to see some type of bracelet… tattooed on her. “It isn’t permanent. Just something to let you know I’m alright.”

“And when it fades?”

“That means I’m dead.”

She frowned. She didn’t even want to think about that. But, she noticed that he had one too. “Is that mine?” He nodded. She threw her arms tightly around him and whispered, “If you don’t come back, I don’t know how I’ll keep going!”

“I’m always with you. We’re a team.”

Lucy tugged Simon’s cloak and the two of them stepped off and vanished together.

Grace looked around and saw the Queen avoiding looking at her. “I’m going to take Daddy’s body, so that we can grant him a proper sending off. The rest, we will do once we’ve succeeded. But, I’m not going to let Our King… my father… just rot here.” The Queen nodded once. “What are the Queen’s hidden chambers?”

“I’m unable to say. There could be spies. But, if you had read the royal books, you would know, and since Lucy apparently has, she knows.” They brought the King’s body some place that Grace wasn’t familiar with. It appeared to be a mausoleum of sorts. There were statues of kings and queens, familiars and pets… They cleaned him up themselves, dressed him in clothes that the Queen summoned, wrapped him in the fabrics of buried royalty, and performed the usual ritual. Grace had heard that the whole kingdom would be present whenever this day came. That they would present gifts, magic, blessings, and that everyone would give him all of their joy and love, and spend days mourning without them. Whenever joy and love returned to their hearts, it would be their sign that the king was at peace and the kingdom was ready to live without him…

But, it was just the two of them, in an empty place made for the decaying shell that a once beautiful and brave man resided in.

Once he was in the coffin, the Queen shut it and the ground swallowed it and erected a statue in its place. So, that was how it happened. “How are you okay? Did you even love him?” Grace wondered. She hadn’t seen her mother shed a tear. She hadn’t seen her so much as shiver once. She placed a hand on her shoulder with the intent of turning her around and was hit with a flood of loneliness and grief. She hissed and removed her hand. She noticed that she didn’t have her gloves… When had she taken them off?

The Queen still didn’t react to the emotions that Grace had just felt inside of her. Instead, she said, “You’d better get your gloves back on. You can’t have everyone’s ailments distracting you from the mission. Our Kingdom is relying on us to protect them and save them from this. Your father trusted me to protect his kingdom. He gave his life to ensure that I would be here to do it.”

“I… I don’t want to have to do that. Why do we have kings and queens? Why can’t we have… something else? Someone who WANTS to do these things?”

“Because nobody would take this job if they had the choice.”

“Well… Why do we need a queen?”

“Grace, we have been without a Queen for three days, and Amelia has taken over and killed our people. There will always be forces of evil, powers of destruction, enemies who seek to harm us and our people. We need a queen to ensure their protection.”

“Why can’t the people protect themselves?” Grace asked, sobbing. “Why did Daddy have to die for you or anybody else? Why couldn’t HE choose?”

“He DID choose!” The Queen said, finally losing track of a few tears. She wiped them away and pretended that they had never been. “And I am choosing to do my duty and protect our kingdom...” Lucy appeared, holding a sphere in her hand. The Queen smiled and accepted it. “And now, the plan is back in action.”

“Where is Simon?” Grace asked Lucy.

“He didn’t get the invitation, so he said to meet him at the Mothership.”

Grace gasped. “He went after her alone? Did he have a sphere?” Lucy shook her head. Grace looked at her mother, “We’re raised that the Queen protects the kingdom. Simon was raised that the people protect the Queen…” They rushed to the Mothership, where Simon was waiting outside, his green eyes and runes glowing and staring at the barrier. Grace let out a sigh of relief and rushed to hug him.

He stopped glowing and gave her a half smile. “I couldn’t have been gone that long...”

The Queen circled her hand around the top of the sphere, as she held it in her palm. Amelia had definitely reinforced a barrier of her own, but the sphere absorbed the power in it and the crew was able to get inside.

Simon was right at the Queen’s side when he heard a small noise and turned to see Lucy vanish through a door. He gasped and said, “Lucy!” to which Grace turned her head too, and no sooner than she realized that Lucy had disappeared, than a door appeared and sucked her through it too, causing a far more dramatic and painful yell from Simon. “GRACE!” He barely had a moment to process seeing her vanish before yet another door appeared and he felt himself being sucked through it..

Amelia cursed this place! Where was that throne??? She had been wandering for days, and the only path that she ever really seemed to find was the one that led outside of the Mothership. The One must have been playing tricks. But, she would show him. She was longsuffering and very persistent. The mazes and challenges in this cavern were no match for her sheer will to take all power for herself and then, MAYBE THEN, she could find a way to bring Alrick back. She had taken the king’s body out and given instructions to her army. They were to have everyone line up and offer their magic, in exchange for their lives. All who refused would be killed and laid to rest at the king’s feet.

She went back into this place, only to find that this time, it looked different on the inside. She tried to specify where the magic was, but the bloody staff would try to show her all magic, used everywhere! She wasn’t in tune with it yet, or it's magic purposefully thwarted her. She wasn’t going to let it go, though. Her visions had shown her that the ruler of this staff would stop her heart with it.

Visions were tricky business. You could only see a part of a picture, a series of pictures, or a moment in time. You had to receive it from a place of organic magic - the spirit of a dead witch, the heirloom of a seer, or the projection of a destiny from someone’s aura.

That was how she knew she needed to take Simon. She was given all of these things through him. He was magic! His small body, in trying to fight off illness was manifesting magic, without his knowledge. She saw part of a picture: him holding hands with a little brown girl. She saw a series of pictures: Them together, growing up, growing close, falling in love. She saw the projection of his aura: Him wearing a crown and her being stripped of all of her power…

But, if she could twist fate. If she could recalibrate his destiny, she would be able to change that unfortunate future. She thought about killing him. Just telling his mother, “This child will die, then magically snuffing the life out of him. But, there was something about him that stopped her. Perhaps it was magic that she didn’t know of. Maybe there was protection over him. But, she didn’t kill him. She wasn’t even sure if she healed him. But, after her ritual, he wasn’t sick anymore, and he… reminded her of Alrick. She came to think of him like she did Alrick… no, not like he was her person, but a tiny person of hers. It would be a stretch to say that she felt like his mother, or like he was Alrick’s child, but she used a portion of Alrick’s remains in her healing spell, and the first rune, the one that was meant to seal the magic that would keep Simon healthy… it resembled Alrick’s birthmark. So… she did have some type of attachment to him for a time.

He cried a lot. It was annoying. She was thankful when the cat showed up. “I believe that you have my ward.” She had seen the rune and hissed at Amelia, became a person and tried to leave with him… but the boy began to cry whenever she tried to take him away from Amelia. His attachment had already begun. Samantha dared not to honor it, but she felt compelled. It was a true attachment that Simon had made with Amelia. Samantha would have to… just stay with him, until he no longer wanted Amelia.

That day didn’t come soon enough. “And why the bloody hell am I thinking about that anyway?”

“Because that boy loved you more than himself and you betrayed him. Alrick would be disgusted at what you’ve become,” a voice that sounded like hers said. She turned and saw her own reflection in a clear waterfall that read like a mirror. “You want to bring him back, but you wouldn’t be the woman he left behind. He wouldn’t want to come back to you. You’re a monster. You’re a fiend. You’re worse than the people who killed him. You’ve done terrible things to all forms of life, even to children, even to a boy who would have given his life for you, and you’ve done it in Alrick’s name… He would curse himself if he knew that teaching you magic would lead to this.”

“Shut UP!” Amelia lunged and stabbed the waterfall to rid herself of her pesky reflection. “Magic cunt.” She marched away, angrily. “Alrick saw the best in me. Whenever nobody else did. He was kind and loving and supportive. They killed him for being different! They didn’t care that he was kind, because he broke their stupid laws. He didn’t KNOW! He thought that being able to access and conduct magic meant that he was entitled to it. He thought that if not, magic would not have worked and for exposing the lie that only magical born people could use magic, they murdered him and pretended it was an accident. Brought me his body and an apology. A silly excuse. He fell off of a horse and it trampled him… He wouldn’t have fallen had he not been detained in the first place!”

“Well, what about Simon? What did he do to make you hate him?” Another voice said. It wasn’t as familiar as her own, but she heard it through the pendant, several times. She turned to see the Princess. But, she was the way that she had seen her in the vision. She was adorned in purple and gold, with a high headdress and jewelry covering her flesh. “You raised him, then you sent him to die.”

“I sent him to kill YOU!”

“Why? Why did Simon have to kill this princess?”

“SHE WAS GOING TO TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!” The Grace-being stood tall as Amelia came towards her. “Some innocent, by chance meeting in the enchanted forest. He would have seen her and fallen instantly. He would have flirted with her. He would have started changing his ways from being around her. He would have begun lying to me to get back to see her. He would have convinced her to run away with him. From her throne. And from me.”

“And if you couldn’t have him, nobody could?”

“No matter what, I couldn’t stop their destinies from being intertwined. So, I tried to make him sever that entanglement. He owed me faithfulness. He owed me his life! I saved him! I made him who he is.”

The being turned into a version of Amelia and she shrugged, “But, he’s rubbish, thanks to you, isn’t he?” Amelia roared and swung the staff to dissipate the haunting. “I’m not leaving here, no matter WHAT YOU DO!” She screamed to whomever was responsible for the magic making her have to look inside and at herself. The scenery of the portion of the cavern she was in changed colors and arrangement. She fumed and continued in the direction she thought that she was going in…

Lucy whimpered when she lost the others. Where were they? Why was she alone? “Grace?” she called. She saw lights up ahead and she went to check on them. It was a crowded event, with a stage of performers, singing and dancing.

“Lucy!” Someone whispered loudly and waved her over.

“Mommy?” She wondered and went over. The woman collected her in her lap, kissed her on the cheek and said, “This is a great show, Dear. Just sit here and watch it with me and I’ll protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” Lucy wondered. She felt like there was definitely something here that was dangerous, something she was supposed to be helping to fight… Helping who though? How did she get here? Wasn’t her Mommy gone somewhere?

“Shhhh. Just enjoy the show, Baby Bird.” The woman kissed her on her left eye and Lucy touched her face. She had two eyes! Of course she did. Everyone had two eyes… Of course she did.

“When I look at you, I see me,” the music was singing. Lucy settled into her mother's lap and smiled at the show that she was watching.

“Lucy!”

“GRACE!”

After the noise of the portals taking the children in her care away stopped, The Queen sighed and said, “They’re safe. Now, let me at the bitch that killed my husband…”

#AU Infinity Train #Infinity Train #Nesha Fanfiction #Infinity Train Fanfiction #fics #Intertwined by Nesha

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pink-caterina · 4 years

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The Cost of a Legacy (2)

Summary: He sees her and she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, everything perfect. Well except the fact that they’re growing up during the revolutionary war. Their love will hit many hurdles and what the future has in store may not be what they planned.

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Words: 2,417

1771 Fall

“Johnny! Mate, you go to New York every weekend! It isn’t going to kill you to not go once.” It true ever since John had turned 16 last year he traveled to Manhattan every chance he got before he just traveled every couple of months when his father had a meeting. Now John felt he was old enough to travel on his own, so after convincing his parents he got a part-time job to cover his expenses in New York. Lord knows New York was anything but cheap.

“Davey nothing you say is going to get me to stay this weekend or the next so stop trying.” He chuckled as they walked out of school towards their homes. “Well going to New York every weekend to see some girl you meet when you were 11 is dedication. That’s all I’m saying especially when you have so many beauties here.” He smiled as a group of girls from his class waved enthusiastically at him, John knew that he had plenty of girls in Charleston swooning over him.

“She’s not just some girl, I don’t know how to describe it but just being in her presence gives me so much joy.” They stopped ready to part ways, “Well good luck then, hopefully, her old man lets you take her out this time.” John frowned waving goodbye to his friend, there have been times where Mr. Gavalanch hadn’t let (y/n) out to see him. It didn’t really matter because in those cases he would wait till Mr. Gavalanch was asleep and spend all night talking to (y/n) from her window.

He ran into his home all the way up to his room dropping his satchel down and grabbing his to-go bag. He turned to his bookshelf to grab (y/n) gift, but it wasn’t there. He looked around confused, he had left it there last night after he wrapped it. She turned 14 just two days ago, John begged his parents the day before to let him go spend the day with her, but they insisted his education was more important. “Looking for something?” Henry, of course, Henry took it, he hated that his brother went to New York every weekend. “Where is it?” He asked already boiling with anger, every weekend he fought with his younger brother over this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Henry smirked, he loved watching his brother get upset. “Come on man I have to leave to get there on time, just give it to me I don’t want to fight with you again.” His brother sighed “When are you going to realize that her father is never going to approve of you, he made that pretty clear when we first meet him.”

“I don’t care what Gavalanch says what matters to me is what (y/n) thinks and she seems to like me.” John held his hand out waiting for his brother to return the gift, Henry sighed going into his room returning with the small item. “I don’t want you to get your hopes up just to be shot down by him, John he’s a cruel man.” He dropped the present in his older brother’s hand before turning back into his own room.

John sighed putting the gift into his bag, grabbing his coat, and closing his door. “Ma I’m leaving.” He yelled making his way down to see his father waiting at the door for him. “Son I need you to give this to Mr. Gavalanch.” He handed him a letter “What is this?”

“My letter of resignation. I have friends in London who have agreed to let me join their business, you see son working for Mr. Gavalanch has provided us a good life, but there’s only so much I can take. I have enough saved to keep you boys in school and keep us afloat for a couple more years, but I have a chance to be my own boss, so I have to take that shot.” John smiled proud of his father finally he would get out of the slave trade, after spending many summers with (y/n) John learned that she right, he didn’t want to stay in this business it was cruel and inhumane. “I’m proud of you father, of course, I’ll give this to Gavalanch.” He opened his bag and put the letter in “Maybe give the girl her gift before giving him the letter, he may not let you see her because of this.” John chuckled “Even if he does I’ll figure out away.” His father patted his back, never a big man of affection.

“Good luck son.” John smiled making his way out to his carriage, hopping in, next stop (y/n).

12 hours later

John stretched as he exited the carriage, you think after traveling this much hed be used to this. It was worth it though, to see (y/n). He grabbed his bag and thanked his driver with a tip, the driver dropped him right in the middle of town. “John Laurens!” He heard a feminine voice call him, he turned around to see no one other than Angelica Schuyler and her younger sisters. “Hello Angelica, Elizabeth, Margarita.” He bowed at the 3 girls.

“Back in New York to see (y/n) I suppose?” He heard a gasp from behind her “This is the boy that (y/n) always talking about?” He smiled at what little Peggy said, “Peggy this is why we don’t take you out!” Eliza yelled excusing herself and the little one. “Sorry about that John you know how younger ones can be, just please don’t tell (y/n) she’d kill me if she knew we told you that.” She begged as John chuckled, “Of course not, so if you excuse me I have to go see my fair lady.” He smiled waving goodbye to the sisters, he began walking towards the Gavalanch residence.

As he approached the home he began to grow nervous, would (y/n) even like the gift or would she hate it? Gosh, maybe he should go buy a different gift? He stared up at her house wondering if he should come back later, no he had to stick to his gut. He knocked on the door, almost immediately the door swung open, and there she was.

“JOHN!” She yelled throwing her self into his arms, he smiled as he hugged her tightly, “John I’m so happy you’re finally here, it been a long week I have so much to tell you.” She pulled away smiling up at him, her smile made him smile. “Okay, Laurens I want at least 3 feet between you two.” He peered over (y/n) to see the tower of a man, Mr. Gavalanch, John immediately stepped away from (y/n) who frowned at the action. “Princess you didn’t tell me Mr. Laurens was coming to visit, again.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything since you don’t feel like you need to tell me anything.” Her response seemed so cold, a tone he’d never heard her use with her father. There was tension between the father and daughter. “Well daddy John and I are going to go out for a while, I’ll be back later.” She walked towards John and looped their arms together and started walking towards the door. “Wait, Mr. Gavalanch my father told me to give this to you.” He pulled the letter out of his bag and handed it to Gavalanch. “What is it?” He sighed, “Maybe just read it sir.” He leads (y/n) out leaving Gavalanch.

“What was it?” She asked now that they were a bit away from her home, “My fathers resigning from your father business.” She turned to him “Really? John that’s amazing, but what is your father going to do now?”

“Well he’s going to go start some business in London with old friends, so he might be heading there soon. I’m just glad that this means my family won’t be associated with this horror anymore.” He looked at (y/n) who was frowning at him, “Not that makes you a bad person (y/n), that’s what your fathers doing, you can’t do anything to change-”

“John I know what you mean, don’t worry. I just hope my future husband agrees with me, and when the time comes agrees to let my father business die.”She looked into John’s eyes blushing at her statement. “I wi- I mean I’m sure he will agree with you, I mean look how the times are changing here.” He smiled trying to change the subject. “I have something for you.” He opened his bag and pulled out the badly wrapped gift, “Happy 14th.” She took the gift from him and grabbed his hand leading him towards a grassy spot on the outskirts of town, where they found themselves on most weekends. “What is it?” she asked sitting down in a proper manner where her dress wouldn’t get ruined. He noticed over the years her dresses seemed to get longer and bigger, each time looking more difficult to navigate in.

“Open it and you’ll find out.” He sat down next to her as she ripped open the gift, “John, oh my John it beautiful!” She pulled out a heart shape necklace in awe, often on their adventures around the city she would tell him how her father had gifted he mother a necklace that resembled this one. How it was her father’s way of telling her how much he loved her since her father wasn’t very good at expressing his emotions. She often told John how much she’d love to be gifted an item like that from a boy she cared about. To think it was happening now, with a boy, who she cared for, gifting her this. Her eyes teared at this gesture, did he feel the same.

“Oh don’t cry! Maybe this was too soon?” He questioned, he wondered if she even understood hat he was trying to say with his gift. “John, does this mean what I think it means?” He froze, of course she knew, she was one of the smartest people hed ever meet. “It means, that I would like to start- with your father’s approval, of course, like to start seeing you in a less friendly more romantic way.” She chuckled “You’d like to start courting me?” (Y/n) blushed, “Yes courting you.” He cleared his throat, this seemed so much easier in his head, “Oh John there’s nothing Id love more!” She threw herself into his arms for the second time today.

He laughed welcoming her embrace, nothing could compare to the feeling of being in her arms, but as quickly she jumped in his arms she pulled away. “What’s wrong?” Looking at her face he could tell something was worrying her, her face filled with such sorrow. “John my father’s sending me away.” What, his happiness from the prior moment gone. “Sending you where?” He pulled his gaze from hers and stared off not wanting her to see the anger in his eyes, what kind of man would send his daughter away?

“Daddy says the colonies become more violent every day, here in Manhattan people are uneasy. He claims it’s not safe for me to stay.” She sighed feeling the heat from John, something she learned happened when he was upset. He turned to her grabbing her face making her meet his eye line, “Where is he sending you?” He was failing to stay calm. “Across the sea and then some…. Switzerland to be exact.”

Switzerland, he though Charleston and New York was far. Now shed be a whole ocean away. “Is that what you wanted to tell me?” She nodded, his hands dropped from her face. “John maybe ill only be gone for a couple of months? Ill be back so fast you wont even notice Im gone!” She attempted to bring his spirits up.

“No I think your smart enough to know that something big is coming.” She sighed “We can write… John do you still want to be with me?” He looked back at her taking her hands “Oh my love of course, this doesn’t change any of my feelings.” (Y/n) smiled “Love?” He blushed “I’ve been wanting to call you that for a long time.” How sad that the day he decided to confess his feelings shed hit him with this news.

“When do you leave then?” She looked down at their hands “Next boat out of Manhattan is in a week, daddy wants me to leave as soon as possible.” He was shocked just a week until she was a world away. “Ill stay the week then, be with you.” He suggested, “No John your parents are already angry at you for spending so much time here and none focusing on your schoolwork. And what about your job?” He was crazy stopping his life for her, his parents had already sent her a letter, much to Johns dismay, writing about how they so needed to focus more on his education, which he brushed off when she brought it up. “I wanna be here, with you. Who knows till we see each other again.” Her eyes watered, knowing that just might be true.

“John you will not spend the week here, leave Thursday after school and spend 3 days with me. I will not be the reason for you not attending classes your parents would hate me.” He laughed “They love you.” His folks did love (y/n) what they hated was how she was the top of Johns’s priorities. “Right now they do but I will not have them hate me.” She warned him. “Ok, ok so I’ll be here for your last days, BUT you will spend those days with just be from dawn to nightfall Okay.” She laughed at how serious he sounded “Of course my lord.” She sarcastically said “Ooo I like that! My lord sounds... seductive.” He raised his eyebrow at her, to say he hadn’t thought of her in that way would be a lie.

“John Laurens! I am only just 14!” She visibly had turned as red as a tomato. “Of course, sorry.” His apology was sarcastic, to say the least. “Can you put this one me?” She gestured to his necklace, he took it from her hands and locked it behind her neck. “Never take this off okay, promise me.”

“I promise John.”

“I think you mean my lord.” She smacked his arm “JOHN” He laughed apologizing, oh how things changed in such a small time.

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Heres part 2, I looked at other authors to set up a better format. Thanks for reading!

#hamilton #John Laurens #john laurens x reader #fanfic #alexander hamilton #Angelica Schuyler #eliza schuyler #peggy schuyler #Hercules Mulligan #Lafayatte #reader insert #aaron burr

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That Blessed Arrangment

Fair warning, this one is a bit long and a continuation of another post you can find here. I’ve also just gotten an AO3 account and have posted everything have so far (x).

Part Three

A quick miracle slipped the certificate past the clerk who otherwise might've objected to a witness signature that read "I am." Crowley tried to argue Aziraphale into keeping it and hanging it on a wall, but the angel was firm that the whole business be done properly.

"I, for one, do not want to run the risk that the whole thing fails to work because we didn't do one last step."

Crowley hissed but satisfied himself with a copy. More than once Aziraphale walked in on him holding it, staring at the signatures. The angel was never sure if it was God's or theirs that he was focusing on, but decided to leave the demon to his thoughts.

Miraculously, (Aziraphale protested that he had nothing to do with it. Crowley may have, but refused to admit to anything) both sides seemed to have missed that they had gotten married. Or at least, neither one was saying anything about it.

Crowley took hanging around the bookshop, Bentley parked haphazardly in the front. (The fact that it never received a ticket was, in fact, a demonic miracle, but neither of them thought much of it.) Plants began to take up residence in the windows and corners. The grad students who wandered in and out began to carry with them stories of a giant snake curled up in sunny spots, slithering along bookshelves, and more and more frequently, draped around the owner like a feather boa. The most famous of these stories was one in which two students were holding a conversation with the strange white-haired owner and the snake began to slide off the top of one of the shelves. Right on to the owner's shoulders. Who merely adjusted his stance to take the weight and kept talking.

Both swear they have no idea what was actually said as they watched in wide-eyed horror as the snake lazily coiled around his shoulders and gave the students an unblinking look with golden eyes before, for all intents and purposes, appearing to go to sleep. (Allegations that one of the students was attempting to flirt the owner out of a book have been furiously denied.)

Aziraphale and Crowley began to make plans to add another two floors to the store—the first would be a proper living space, with a bedroom, kitchen, and all the other rooms the average human had. The second would be a soundproofed greenhouse for Crowley to grow his plants in.

They both still caught glimpses of angels and demons out of the corner of their eyes, but as months passed and nothing happened, they both slowly relaxed. This was their normal now; easy going conversations, the gentle bickering that was a habit after six millennia, and a million new discoveries about each other now that they no longer had to pretend to be enemies. A beautiful normal.

Right up until it wasn't, of course.

The trouble started innocently enough. Anathema came by to chat and peruse the books, convincing Aziraphale to sell her one on the grounds that he had run off with The Prophecies of Agnes Nutter and returned it...toasted. As she was paying, she mentioned this nice little bakery Newt had taken her to for a date.

Apparently, it had amazing crepes.

Aziraphale barely had to turn to give Crowley his practically patented pleading look before the demon was asking if he'd like to go out tonight.

There wasn't a lot Crowley wouldn't do to make his angel smile like that. A drive of an hour to watch him eat was nothing.

So that evening they went out and got crepes, Aziraphale only slightly too dignified to bounce around excitedly as the server brought out plate after plate of thin pastries.

"Might as well make an evening of it," Crowly pointed out, so they spent the rest of the night cheerfully sampling the quality of alcohol the nearby restaurants and pubs had to offer. As the night wore down they washed up in a club where a group of drunk teens spotted their rings and cornered them into going on the floor for the couples dance, ignoring Aziraphale's protests of two left feet.

The place was slowly emptying as people trickled home, but the lights still flashed dimly and the music still played as Crowley and Aziraphale swayed gently on the floor, arms wrapped around each other. (If Anathema had been there at that moment, she would have seen two sets wings, one black, one white, wrapping around each other, shutting out the world.)

The song ended and they slowed to a stop.

"Ready to go home, my dear?" Aziraphale murmured to his husband. Crowley's arms tightened in a brief hug before releasing.

"Let's sober up first. Be silly to stop the apocalypse only to get discorporated in a crash."

Restaurants the next day wondered where the extra bottles of wine and brandy and whiskey had come from, but most of them shrugged and accepted it. A couple of the more enterprising employees decided that if the bottle were supposed to be gone, why, then it was their duty to make them gone.

It was with easy chatter about an exotic plant Crowley was considering, ah, acquiring, that they wandered back to the Bentley and worked their way down the deserted rural roads, the clock inching closer to dawn.

Something was on the road that had not been there a second earlier.

Crowley swerved wildly, sending the car into the ditch by the side of the road with the sound of cracking glass and screeching metal.

Firm hands dragged Crowley out and suddenly he was soaked with something made him tingle in a vague, unpleasant way. This what humans are talking about when they say pins and needles? he wondered blearily, ears ringing from the crash.

Aziraphale blinked and realized he was flat on his back on the road and—that was Michael staring down at him with a critical look on her face. He scrambled back and onto his feet in a rather undignified way.

"Michael! What are--"

"Holy water doesn't work. Even looking at it I still have trouble believing it." Aziraphale jerked his head around to see Sandalphon and Uriel gripping Crowley's arms as he staggered in place, disorientated. In front of him was Gabriel, sharply dressed as always, examining Crowley in the manner of a curious child studying an interesting bug.

"Aziraphale!" Gabriel glanced over at the angel with a grin that made him tense, "Didn't think we would leave you two alone forever did you?" His purple eyes caught on something, and he frowned. "What's that on your finger?"

"Looks like a wedding ring," Sandalphon provided, "Like humans get."

"I know that," Gabriel snapped, turning back, "But why--" he caught sight of Crowley's left hand.

"Well," Michael commented in the sudden silence, "I would like to say how unexpected, but it's really not."

"Do you really think," Gabriel snarled, "That the Almighty would recognize a union between a demon and an angel? How dare you profane matrimony like this!" Crowley laughed, sounding a little drunk.

"Oh, She recognized it mate. Her signature's on the paper and everything." He grinned wickedly at the archangel. "Believe me, I wasn't expecting it either."

"Gabriel," Aziraphale tried to cut in, Michael holding him back.

"That's it," the archangel bit out--

"I really don't think--"

"Holy water may not work--"

"Leave him--"

"So I guess we'll have to try other methods." Crowley's grin flickered and went out.

"Uhh. Today's not really a good day for me. Maybe next week?" Gabriel pulled a flaming sword into existence and Uriel and Sandalaphon took a step back to give him room to swing.

"First," he said tightly, "let's get rid of the body."

He swung.

There was a loud clang.

The world went perfectly, unbearably still.

To the east, the sky lightened.

It had been a long, long, time since two angelic swords crossed, but neither the earth nor the stars had ever forgotten. They were frozen, waiting to see what would happen.

Aziraphale stood in front of Crowley, his own sword blocking Gabriel's downswing, holding it effortlessly in midair. His head was bowed.

"Do you know," mused Aziraphale in a tone that Crowley didn't think he'd ever heard from the angel before, "That I gave my sword to Adam? The Adam from the Garden, I mean."

"What--" Gabriel started in an angry tone.

"He needed it, of course, just have been cast out and all, but that was only part of the reason," Aziraphale continued speaking in that soft, thoughtful voice that had everyone standing perfectly still. There was a pressure in the air, like a storm beginning to form.

"I hated the War you know. The first one. The demons had been our friends, our family, and yes they were arguing with Her, yes they were doubting. But are we not supposed to forgive? Are we not supposed to show mercy? Instead, there was blood and death and pain and then a third of us were simply gone, and the rest of us couldn't even remember their names. Their faces."

"Angelic swords," Aziraphale raised his head now, and his eyes were glowing and behind him wings were spreading and they had eyes of their own that were staring staring staring-- "Are made from the essence of the one who owns them. They are a part of our being. That part of me—that part of me that had fought, had led, had warred—I couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand the sight of it. So I took the first opportunity I had to give it away."

"Through all the centuries, through all the millennia, I couldn't have called it back to me if you asked. I didn't want it. After the first time, I never wanted to fight again." Aziraphale stepped closer to Gabriel and forced their swords higher.

There were six wings spread behind Aziraphale now, each feather with an eye that stared at one of the angels. The two set in his face where white and burning with fires that spilled over the edges like tears, but Aziraphale's face had never been so still. Around him reality was groaning as a shape, a form, an entity that was never meant to exist in this dimension churned around him.

There was a reason angel's first words were do not be afraid.

"I suppose I should congratulate you," Aziraphale breathed, "You've given me a reason to pick my sword back up. Isn't that what you wanted? For me to fight?" There was panic peeking around Gabriel's eyes, and it looked as though it was taking every inch of his power not to step back, to disengage, to run.

Dawn was breaking.

"Did you forget," Aziraphale breathed, "that I am the Principality of the Eastern Gate you fucking piece of shit?"

"I. Outrank. You."

Gabriel's own wings were out now, spread and fluffed out, a panic response as his arm trembled. At some point, their swords had switched positions so that he was blocking, trying desperately to keep Aziraphale's sword from slicing through him.

The shape that was never meant to exist in this plane of existence did the equivalent of baring its teeth and pretending it was a smile.

"Aziraphale," Crowley called from behind him. The Principality didn't turn around, but their attention shifted. Crowley's glasses had been damaged in the crash, and at some point they had fallen off. The demon was soaked, normally lively hair pressed flat against his head. Gently, he extended a hand, extended a piece of his own true nature, and pressed against his angel's back, where all the wings came out, in this dimension and in as many of the others as he could reach.

If Aziraphale was the heart of the sun rising in the east, Crowley was drifting nebulae in the emptiness of space, black holes singing the loss of all they had been.

"He's not worth it," he sighed to his spouse, "None of them are."

(Latef he would snort about it to himself. A demon counseling peace.)

Some of the tension went out of Aziraphale, and they refocused on Gabriel.

"And the Lord said to forgive seventy times seven," they told him quietly. "I have forgiven much of you Gabriel." Everyone's ears popped and suddenly it was just Aziraphale again. A little pudgy, a little short, a bookkeeper in London Soho.

But still he stared evenly at Gabriel and leaned in.

"If you ever try to interfere with us again, if you ever dare hurt him, I will rip your name from the Book of Truth myself and grind whatever remains of you after into dust. Do you understand?"

Gabriel nodded frantically, and Aziraphale disengaged with a slither of steel and a crackle-pop of fire.

Immediately Gabriel stumbled backward and there was a series of whoomphs as all the angels retreated back towards Heaven.

Aziraphale watched them go, face closed off. Crowley left him to his thoughts for a few minutes while he miracled the Bentley back onto the road and functional again. Then he meandered back, his sunrise shadow tangling with Aziraphale's.

"Ready to go home, angel?" Aziraphale blinked, long and slow and tired before nodding. Crowley gently guided him back into the car before clambering and driving off as the sun climbed into the sky.

They were silent the whole way back. A couple of times Crowley glanced worriedly over at Aziraphale who was staring quietly out the window. The sword was sheathed and leaning against his leg while he absent-mindedly traced designs on the pommel.

When they reached the bookshop Crowley parked with more care than usual. Aziraphale still seemed to be wrapped up in his own thoughts, moving slowly to get out of the car and unlock the door. The angel stood in the center of the room and looked so unbearably lost, sword clutched in one hand.

"What are you thinking?" Crowley asked softly, tilting Aziraphale's head up so that their eyes met. He hadn't put on another pair of sunglasses yet.

"I don't...I don't know." The angel forced a hand through his hair. "I'm thinking that it was nice to stretch my wings. I'm thinking that I picked up my sword and it felt good in my hands. I'm thinking that I'm horrified by how much I wanted to hurt Gabriel. I'm thinking that I would do it all again, do everything I threatened in a heartbeat if it meant...if it meant keeping you safe. I'm thinking that that should worry me, but it doesn't." Aziraphale looked back up at Crowley, and he looked so helpless that Crowley reached out and hugged him hard, chin resting on the top of his angel's head.

"Don't be horrified angel. You defended us. All the other angels—they're meant to be soldiers. Meant to start fights and end them. Meant for war. You though—well you said it. You're the guardian of the eastern gate. You're meant to defend what's already there, to protect new beginnings and fresh starts. That's what we are, isn't it? A new beginning."

"Besides, did you see the look on that wanker's face? I'm going to treasure that memory for the next century at least."

Aziraphale choked out a laugh against Crowley's chest and the demon smiled as the last of the angel's tension melted away.

"Thank you, my dear," he smiled as he stepped back. "You think that will keep them away for good?" Crowley snorted.

"Well we proved your marriage idea worked—I'm officially immune to holy water, and I'd guess the same goes for you and hellfire. So they're not sure how to kill us, and I'm pretty sure you scared them enough that they're not going to keep trying."

"Yes, I suppose you're right." Aziraphale seemed to be regaining his normal good cheer, even if there were still bags under his eyes.

"C'mon angel. Let's get you some sleep."

"But the bookshop..."

"I'll run it for you." His angel didn't like selling books, Crowley knew, but he also understood that right now Aziraphale wanted the anchor of his faux humanity, wanted to worry about mundane things like who would take care of his shop while he was resting. The angel gave him a grateful smile.

"That is very much appreciated, dear." Aziraphale turned to go off into the back rooms where he kept a bed when Crowley stopped him.

"Oh and angel?" Aziraphale looked back. Crowley grinned, wicked and delighted, "'Fucking piece of shit?’ Didn't know you had it in you." The angel blushed and stuttered.

"Well it seemed appropriate at the time--" Crowley laughed, open and free as the city woke up around them and sunlight poured like a blessing through the windows.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #Aziraphale swearing #aziraphale fighting #that blessed arrangment #aziraphale #aziracrow #crowley #crowley x aziraphale #archangels #principalities #post-apocalypse

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'I thought I knew you’- Tommy Shelby.

Prompt #2 with Tommy Shelby.

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If it was possible for time to a come to a complete stand still, then that’s what was currently happening. Everything happened in slow motion, as if it was cruelly taunting you, a deliberately cruel slide-show of the evenings events.

You thought you were happy with Tommy. Fuck it, you thought he was happy with you. If he felt any different, he had done such a good job of fooling you, of fooling everyone. You thought that when you wore that white dress two years ago, that when he slipped that ring on your finger, that that would be it. You believed that his playboy past was well and truly put behind him, a feature of the past that no one spoke about. You were his, and you thought that he was yours.

How stupid could you possibly be?

Tommy Shelby was never a one-woman man. He treated each female as if they were a brand-new toy he had opened on Christmas day, excited and careful. He would relish them with gifts and attention, until he got bored a month or so later. Yet with you, everyone believed it was different. Everyone believed that you had truly grasped the heart of the toughened gangster.

He had proved everybody wrong.

You had walked home that evening, after a night at The Garrison. Admittedly, a few too many glasses of whiskey had been consumed, but you had enjoyed the company of Ada and Polly. It had been a while since you had spent proper time with them and had the opportunity to properly let down your hair. Working for The Shelby Brothers LTD had been extremely stressful lately, each day bringing new challenges. You deserved a drink.

Your heals clicked against the cobbled pavement, which led up to yours and Tommys’ house. It was a two-story brick building, a wedding gift from Tommy himself. He had stated the grand plans he had for you both, filling the empty bedrooms with your future children. He had painted you a beautiful picture of the future you would share together, something for you to look forward to during the times he would be away.

Now the beautiful picture was ruined.

You pushed open you front door, stumbling slightly as you made your way inside. You walked into your living room, frozen in the doorway as your eyes scanned the scene in front of you. The embers in the fire where still casting their dusky glow over the room, enabling you to take in your surroundings. Two whiskey glasses sat upon the coffee table in the centre of the room, a few dregs of the drink still inside. An unfamiliar shade of pink stained the rim of the glass nearest to you. You backed out slowly from the room, your breath beginning to catch in your throat. You silently argued with yourself, attempting to silence the doubts that were beginning to spring in your mind. It may only be a friend, a business client that Tommy had shared a drink with.

But what if it wasn’t?

You stumbled backwards slightly, your feet catching upon something. After steadying yourself, you glanced down to inspect what it was that had gotten in your way. You smiled fondly as you bent down to pick up the pair of Tommys’ shoes, the leather beginning to appear slightly scuffed. You made a mental note to polish them for him in the morning. As you went to place them in the corner of the room, your eyes caught hold of something, the smile leaving your face as quickly as it had arrived. A pair of pink heals sat proudly beside the sofa, appearing as if the owner had kicked them off in a rush.

She was still here.

You dropped Tommys’ shoes to the floor, spinning around to the staircase. You paused by the first step, your ears straining to pick up any hint of a sound.

Silence.

You slowly began to make your way up the stairs, careful not to cause the wooden floorboards to creak and give you away. Your hand ran along the railings, disturbing the small particles of dust that had settled there during the day. Your heart beat increased with every silent step that you took, adrenaline rising through you. Every possible sinister thought danced through your mind as you made your way up the stairs. You couldn’t dare believe what the darkest depths of your imagination had created.

Or could you?

The carpeted floor of the upstairs landing softened the sound of your feet, as you approached your bedroom door. You paused for a brief moment, your hand resting upon the handle. You could hear sounds the sound of a female laughing coming from behind the door, as well as other noises you didn’t want to believe you could hear. Your heart settled uncomfortably in your throat, as you pushed open your bedroom door.

The candlelight shone through her blonde hair, bouncing as she moved against your naked husband. They hadn’t realised that you had walked in, their eyes focused upon each other with a frenzied lust. Animalistic groans escaped from between their mouths, as they moved against each other. You were frozen for a brief moment, time seeming to come to an instant standstill. You watched them with angry tears spilling from your eyes, your heart slowly shattering into a thousand pieces.

You picked up the empty whiskey bottle that was laying carelessly upon the dressing table beside you, throwing it at the wall near your husband and his new mistress. It exploded into miniscule shards of glass, scattering over the lovers as carelessly as confetti. Their attention snapped towards you, the colour draining from Tommys’ face as he noticed you stood in the doorway. They frantically began clothing themselves, the woman eyeing you up with a sympathetic gaze. God damn it she was beautiful. More beautiful than you could ever wish to be. No wonder your husbands’ affections had strayed.

“Get the fuck out of my house” you spoke through clenched teeth, your anger boiling inside of you. The blonde left the room quickly, silence falling between you and your husband. Neither of you made a sound, standing still as if you were statues, until you could hear the echo of the front door slamming shut.

“It’s not what you think (Y/N)-“ Tommy begun, staying seated on the bed as he watched you.

“Oh really?” you laughed manically, your eyes burning into your husband. “Did I not just see you fucking balls deep in some blonde?”

“She means nothing to me I-“ Tommy stuttered, scrambling for an excuse.

“I evidently mean absolutely fuck all to you!” you screamed, tears spilling from your eyes. You made your way to the wardrobe, pulling out your dresses and carelessly stuffing them into your suitcase.

“(Y/N) don’t…please don’t” Tommy stood up, cautiously making his way towards you.

“Don’t you dare come any fucking closer!” you yelled, gripping onto the handle of the suitcase, dragging it down the stairs. You paused by the front door, trying to calm your breathing.

You knew that if you left now, there would be no coming back. Each memory that you and Tommy shared together- your first kiss, your wedding day- was playing through your mind. You didn’t want to throw all of that away.

But you didn’t.

He did.

“Please. Please don’t go” Tommy whispered. You hadn’t realised he was behind you. The painful sound of his voice almost made you turn around, almost made you change your mind. You swallowed hard, blinking away the tears that where continuing to spill from your eyes.

“I thought I knew you” you held back a sob, your hand pushing open the front door, the cool night air embracing you.

“Turns out I was wrong”.

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La Vie en Rose (Bede and young!Opal time travel fic)

La Vie en Rose (Life in Pink) Rating: T (for character deaths and language) Chapter 8/10 - Searching For Pink (length: ~7k words) Summary: Bede doesn’t get why that loony old bat Opal wants him to be the next Fairy-type Gym Leader. To help him understand, Opal has Celebi take Bede back to the time of her youth.

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When Opal returned to Ballonlea Town to bury Roger and Jasper, she didn’t take time off from her Gym Leader responsibilities or close the theatre. She kept both open, showed up promptly as she always did, and carried on as if she didn’t carry the weight of grief on her shoulders.

Bede knew, however, that her facade fell apart every time she stepped foot inside her house. Her smooth brow and stiff upper lip would crumple, then her Pokemon would run up to her so she could hold on to them for support.

“The hardest part of the day is coming back to an empty house,” she whispered to them.

Empty as in no more Roger and Jasper. The Pokemon were always around, but she would no longer see her husband working on scripts over the dinner table, or hear her son’s laughter fill the house.

“I suppose I better get right on to clearing out their things,” she said, and at that, her eyes filled up with tears.

Opal emptied the closet of Roger’s ties and suits, Jasper’s little shirts, sweaters, and pants. Boxes of toys and picture books became boxes destined for donation. Bede wanted nothing more than to help her—just as he had done for a much older Opal when she desperately needed to clear up the clutter in her house—but being a traveler from another time, all he could do was stand by and watch helplessly as frequent pauses to collect herself and choke back sobs kept Opal from working as efficiently as she could have.

She didn’t clear out everything from the house. She couldn’t bring herself to toss out Roger’s incomplete scripts. Instead she kept them in a plain, unlabeled binder which would sit next to her mother’s manual on Fairy type Pokemon. She stripped the nightstands, counters, and walls of framed snapshots of her family. Pulling the pictures out of their frames and compiling them into stacks, without regard for any sort of order, Opal tucked them away deep in the attic. Bede knew that she wouldn’t be seeing those photos in a long, long time, until he would stumble on them by accident.

“She’s cleaning up the evidence,” Bede said to Celebi, “like she’s trying to wipe out any sign that Roger and Jasper were ever here.”

He wasn’t speaking out of judgment. He knew where she was coming from. When his parents fell behind on their debts, and literally couldn’t afford to support him anymore, they dumped him at the orphanage. The hand-made clothes they left him, their attempt to give him something to remember them by, were insult to injury. The first thing Bede did was chuck his clothes in the dumpster, so that the caregivers at the orphanage had to give him new ones, and he did not talk to anyone for a week.

Once Opal ended the taxing, thankless task and ruefully rubbed at her aching back, she went outside to spend the rest of the night smoking from her armbench. That became her new evening habit. Smoking. No more reading bedtime stories to Jasper. No more bouncing ideas with Roger as he labored over writing a new play.

Holding Celebi’s hand, Bede was taken through a sad, bleak timelapse as Opal sank deep into her smoking habit, burning through up to three packs of cigarettes a day, all from her armbench, and contributing significant weight gain to her Weezing, which ate up the smoky air she’d make. Bede sat down beside her, and though he wouldn’t call himself a hugger, he wanted to give her one now. A frown seemed to set deep into her face, like etching on a stone, and her hooded, unfocused eyes didn’t register the forest’s charm and beauty surrounding her.

One early evening, Randall arrived at her house by car—the same car she had taken to see him at Wynwall. His arrival took her by surprise, but only for a moment, and her eyes returned to distant dullness.

“Evening, Opal.” He tipped off his tophat to her in greeting, then knelt down to her sitting level and took her hands. “How are you doing?”

“Randy, what are you doing here?” She didn’t answer his question. Trying to dodge either an obvious lie or the hard truth, Bede guessed.

Her twin brother made a small smile. “I thought you ought to be the first one to know. Rather than giving you a call or sending you mail, I ought to tell you in person.” The smile lingered on his lips, like good news sat on the tip of his tongue, and when he paused for effect, Opal beat him to it.

“You have a date for the wedding, don’t you? And I’m invited?”

Delight lit up his face. “Why, yes. Sharp as always, Opal. I figured you would know.” Guilt flickered in his bright blue gaze as he turned it from her face to her hands. “I...I almost didn’t want to tell you, because...well...” He trailed off as he stared at the healing scar on her right hand.

With her left, Opal gripped his shoulder. “Congratulations, Randy. Really. All my best wishes for you and your fiancee. I appreciate you coming to tell me yourself. Whenever that wedding is, I’ll be there. What kind of sister can’t come to her own brother’s wedding?” Her smile told Bede of a brave, sincere attempt to muster happiness for Randall despite the grief she wallowed in.

He stood up and turned to sit on the bench beside her, and Bede was quick enough to move out of the way. “There’s something else I need to tell you, too. Marion wants me to move to Kalos with her after we get married. I...I’m thinking of selling the family estate in the process. I wanted to run that through you before I do that.”

“You’ve been in charge of that place for the past five years now. My home is here in Ballonlea, not at Wynwall. Not anymore, not for a long time, anyway. You don’t need my approval.” She tilted her head at him. “I feel like there’s another reason you’re thinking about that, even without your fiancee’s conditions.”

Randall nodded. “The Rose family gets more rich and powerful with each year,” he admitted. “They’re talking big plans—renovating Wynwall from the ground up, mining the region for new sources of energy, and of course, repurposing the Gyms for Dynamax battles.”

“Oh yes, I’ve heard,” Opal said. “My Gym’s next for reconstruction soon.”

“It’s just me against an entire family of businessmen, philanthropists, and entrepreneurs. I can’t keep up against them,” Randall went on. “Better to bow out now on friendly terms than go on to become bitter competitors and fight a losing battle. Besides, I fall in love with Kalos more and more every time I visit. It’s time to set my sights on a new land and a new life.”

“Your heart is leading you somewhere else. You should follow it.”

He smiled at her. “I’m beginning to understand why you left Wynwall and came here all those years ago.”

“I wouldn’t trade Ballonlea Town for any other place in the world,” Opal murmured. She stared off in the direction of the trail leading to the cemetery, where her spouse and child were buried.

Randall followed her gaze for a few moments before he went on, “I didn’t come here alone. When I released all the servants from my service, I made sure that they found work or retirement. Most chose to be transferred to the Rose family estate, but there are exceptions.” He gestured at the car, and Bede recognized the elderly gentleman who stepped out.

“Winston,” Opal exclaimed.

He bowed at her, then straightened up with an awkward tug at his collar. “My apologies, ma’am. No longer being a butler will take a considerable amount of adjustment.”

“Winston wanted to move to Ballonlea,” Randall said to Opal. “Proper retirement doesn’t suit him quite yet, so he’d like to work at the mart in the Pokemon Center, or at the inn, or the Dancing Impidimp. You know, somewhere that would benefit from his services. I approved the idea wholeheartedly. I thought you might appreciate having a familiar face around here.”

Opal didn’t quite smile at Winston. Having her family cruelly ripped away had also taken away her ability to properly smile and laugh for five years now. Despite that, fondness for the former butler still showed through her tone. “You are more than welcome to stay. I’ll look forward to seeing you wherever you’ll be working.”

Randall rose from the armbench, tucking the tophat under his arm. “Well, Opal, I’m delighted to hear that you’ll be coming to the wedding.” He froze midway in turning around, and returned to face her. “Ah, I almost forgot. I...” He cleared his throat. “I visited him in prison. He’s wondering if you’ll...” Randall trailed off, unable to finish.

Opal shook her head. “No,” she said in a low, tight voice. “I don’t know if I ever will.”

“I see. I’ll give him my regards the next time I see him, then.”

Bede was sharp enough to figure out that they were talking about Kestrel, who wondered if Opal would ever come visit him. The way they dodged about uttering his name told of how cut off he still was from the family. It had been five years since Roger and Jasper died, so Kestrel was halfway through his sentence. Bede doubted that Opal would ever want to see him around Ballonlea Town again, if he would be released in the next five years.

With a gentle hold of Bede’s hands, Celebi pulled him forward in time to the day that Opal and Randall bid each other farewell at the Wynwall airport.

Randall’s newly wedded wife from Kalos, along with his Pyroar and Boltund, stood respectfully to the side as the siblings shared a tight, long hug.

“Will you really be all right by yourself?” Randall asked.

With her chin on his shoulder, Opal mustered a smile. “I’ve already told you a hundred times, Randy. I’m not alone. I have my Pokemon. They’re—”

“Your family, I know.” He pulled back to hold her at arms’ length and return her smile. “I’ll try to call and write to you as often as I can.”

“Likewise.” Opal beckoned at Randall’s wife to come up, and she held their hands. “Go make the most of your marriage for me, okay? I know I already said this at the wedding, but I want you two to love each other with each day to the fullest. Smile at the smallest things and laugh at each other’s corny jokes. Never go to bed angry. You never know when you’ll wake up and find that it’s too late to say sorry.”

Grief and loss had given Opal weighted wisdom beyond women of her age. Looking at her brother and sister in-law, she was probably trying her hardest to recollect her own newlywed giddiness with Roger. She tried to end on a happier, more hopeful note. “If you ever plan on starting a family, I want to be the first to know.”

Randall pulled her into another hug, tears thick in his eyes. “My big sister, always leaving behind advice more valuable than pearls and golden nuggets.” He chuckled and wiped at his tears. “This is the best advice you’ve given me so far. Every other one was about warning me to stay out of trouble.”

“You better keep a close eye on him, Marion,” Opal said as she winked at his wife. “He used to be quite the troublemaker when he and I were little. He didn’t listen to me about shaving all the hair off our father’s Pyroar, and that earned him a spanking of the century.” She chuckled in what must have been the first time in a long time as Randall sputtered in embarrassment, and Marion put a hand to her mouth in mock horror.

Bede didn’t get to hear more of the conversation as he felt Celebi’s fluttering touch and warm light.

Brought back inside Opal’s house, he jumped at the sound of something scattering all over the floor. Something like heavy papers. He peeked into the kitchen to find that Opal had swept a stack of mail off her table. They fell like dead autumn leaves. One letter she had unfolded trembled in her hand, then it crumpled under her grip and she flung it down.

“Are you kidding me?” She burst out. “They could’ve told me in person, or at the very least with a phone call. Not through fucking mail!”

Bede flinched and pressed himself against the wall as she paced between the kitchen and living room swearing up a storm. At Celebi’s prompting, he crept over to the scattered letters and lowered himself on all fours to peer at the one Opal had been holding.

It was legible, and not too crumpled, for him to make out the fine print addressed to Opal from the Wynwall Correctional Institute. He pulled back in shock, almost hitting the back of his head against the tabletop right behind him. “Kestrel hung himself in prison.”

There came a loud, heavy crash as Opal flipped over the coffee table in the living room. Bede ducked under the dining table, hugging Celebi to his chest. He wasn’t alone in his fear of this unhinged Opal. Her and Roger’s Pokemon nearby made no effort to hide it. Alcremie ducked behind a partly open kitchen cabinet door. Mawile fixed its large jaws on the legs of a wooden chair. Togekiss hunched over the sofa, its white feathers puffed out and eyes scrunched shut. Mightyena and Obstagoon pulled back their ears and let out strained growls.

Opal knotted her hair into both fists and sank into the living room sofa with a scream. Her hands slid down to cover her face and she went silent for a while. Finally she lowered her hands to reveal wet cheeks, and horror plain in her eyes, as she took in the mess she had wrought in her house and the Pokemon cowering before her.

“Oh...oh, my darlings, my dears...I’m so sorry.”

Togekiss was the first to approach her by settling into her lap and pressing its soft weight against her. The other Pokemon were quick to join in as Opal held out her arms to welcome them into her embrace.

“I’m terribly sorry to give you all such a fright,” she murmured. “I never thought I’d trash the house and act out like this. I feel like Roger and Jasper took away the best parts of me when they died. You have the misfortune of dealing with the mess I’ve been.” Opal tightened her arms around Togekiss, pressing her cheek against its white feathers. “I was supposed to visit my brother today, you see, but just before I could, that letter from the prison came. Back in Wynwall, when Randy told me that Roger and Jasper had died, I told Kes that I would kill him. And I did.”

Something in her must have snapped that day. That news of her brother’s death was the straw that broke the Camerupt’s back. Since that day, her Gym challenge became a merciless one-sided Gym throwdown.

Bede remembered Opal being always consoling and encouraging to challengers who would lose against her. But here and now, in the darkest time of her life, she would do no such thing for any kid unlucky enough to set foot in her Gym. She spared no time nor mercy for the challengers whose Pokemon were beaten to the ground and League dreams were dashed. She kept a stern tightness about her face and posture, both hands clenched and white over the handle of her parasol. She would make no move or show of sympathy to tears of defeat and humiliation. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Matches against Opal lost their entertainment value. They became plain painful to look at. Rumors and gossip spread like wildfire among spectators.

“Poor kids. They run out of this Gym absolutely crushed.”

“Poor Opal. She’s being like this to the kids because she lost her husband and son.”

“That’s terrible, don’t get me wrong. But if you ask me, I don’t think she should be running the Gym with the way she is now.”

“I can’t watch these matches anymore. No one’s having fun.”

“I heard that the League’s going to do something about that. About her.”

Something or someone had to step in and correct her streak of ruthlessness—Bede hated to admit it, but he had to agree. She was showing no signs of stopping herself, no signs of veering off the self-destructive path she was blazing on. He saw himself, his own pain and rage, in Opal. He wanted to be the one to reach out and stop her before she destroyed herself.

“Of course, in the bid for regional championship, you give it your all and show off your true strength,” Opal once told Bede over tea and scones. “But as a Gym Leader facing challengers with stars in their eyes and dreams flying to the moon, there’s a fine balance between testing and nurturing their potential. You don’t want to be a pushover, but you don’t want to be impossible, either.”

“Sounds tricky,” Bede had said, and that made her smirk behind her teacup.

“It’s an art, my boy, one I know you have what it takes to master.”

Bede had the benefit of coming from the future to know that Opal would return to the art of being a good Gym Leader again. But how?

His question was answered when a black-haired teenage boy stepped up to challenge Opal. Though that boy wore the neutral-colored jersey, he was ablaze with boldness and determination as he sent out an entire team of Fire type Pokemon against her.

The fall of his Arcanine, Torkoal, and Ninetales left him with only Centiskorch, but this didn’t seem to deter him.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Ms. Opal, but your reputation doesn’t scare me,” the teen declared. “You’ve been giving plenty of challengers a hard time. I’ll do my best to turn the tables on you!”

She didn’t respond with a jaunty smile and a witty comeback, as she usually did during matches. While the boy’s eyes were alight with the thrill of battle, hers were dark with bitter anger. She too was down to her last Pokemon—something that Bede and the audience hadn’t seen in a while. Her tightened lips only loosened as she barked orders at Alcremie to attack.

“Alcremie, use Draining Kiss!”

“Here it comes, Centiskorch. Counter with Fire Lash!”

“Alcremie, Acid Armor! Take whatever move’s coming next and get that health back with Draining Kiss!”

The Gym challenger put up a good fight. He set the whole stadium on fire with his tenacity and spirit. Bede could feel it singe the tips of his hair and his skin.

In the end, however, Opal’s experience won out. Against her Alcremie bulked up on its defense, plus her favorite move, the health-sapping Draining Kiss, Centiskorch couldn’t last. Its long body hit the ground with a heavy, undulating thud. The boy took his defeat hard. He sank to his knees and his gaze dropped to the stadium floor. A rousing applause from the spectators jerked him out of his stupor. He staggered to his feet and blinked in a stupefied daze at the show of support for him. Of all the Trainers who challenged the Ballonlea Gym since the loss of Opal’s family, this scrawny kid came the closest to defeating her.

He probably didn’t know that, though. He continued to look glum as he emerged from the Gym after a change of clothes. He was still crying, and he stopped every few steps to wipe his face on his sleeve.

He was about to cross the bridge that connected the Gym to the rest of Ballonlea Town when a slide of the automatic doors revealed Opal.

“You there,” she called to him, “remind me of your name again?”

He whirled around, then dried his face with one more wipe of his sleeve before replying. “It’s Kabu, ma’am.”

“Oh, I thought he looked familiar,” Bede exclaimed to Celebi. “I should’ve guessed from all the Fire type Pokemon he had.”

Opal approached him and jerked her head toward the path opposite of the cottages. “Come take a walk with me, Kabu. You don’t seem like you’re from around here. You should check out how beautiful these trails are. They’re the pride of this town.”

Kabu obliged, clutching at the towel about his neck while jogging up to her. Once he caught up, he matched her stride.

“I guess you’re from Hoenn?” She asked.

The look he gave her was wide with surprise. “How did you know?”

“My husband was from Hoenn. It’s the accent. That’s how I could tell.” Opal shot him a curious glance. “What do you plan on doing now?”

“I was thinking about heading back to my home region since I lost.” Kabu kicked a pebble out of the way, his eyes downcast. “I’ve grown to really like it here. I was hoping to stay in Galar.”

“You may have lost against me, kid, but don’t give up on your Pokemon League dreams just yet. You’ve got potential. Gym Leader potential.”

Kabu almost lurched to a halt in disbelief. “I-I have what?”

“You heard me right.” Opal looked him up and down. “You’re not the one I’m looking for. You’re not pink enough. No, you’re...red. A fiery, indomitable red. The kind of red that refuses to be extinguished, like a fire that doesn’t want to be put out. That was some match we just had back there. You almost gave me a run for my money, you know.” She turned her attention back to the trail ahead of her and resumed walking. “Do you always use Fire type Pokemon?”

“I try to, even though it’d make more sense to have a balance of types. Still, I want to be a Fire type specialist.”

“I see. Then I’ll put in a good word for you to Oswald, the Gym Leader in Motostoke.” She aimed a smirk at him. “He’s hard to impress, but I know that you’ll win him over with your passion, plus a little help from me. I hate to see talent being wasted. You’ll put it to good use through training with good old Oswald, I’m sure.”

“You...you’re endorsing me even after I had lost?” Kabu bowed low at the waist before her. “Ms. Opal, thank you very much for your support.” He lifted his head and tears dotted the corners of his eyes. “How can I ever repay you?”

She smiled. “You already have, Kabu.”

Opal returned to the Gym stadium, which had been cleared of spectators since she had finished her match with Kabu. With both hands propped more loosely over the handle of her parasol, she took in the space and silence of the empty stadium.

“That was quite the match,” boomed a man’s voice from above. “You had me at the edge of my seat, Opal.”

She looked up and smirked. “Oh. It’s you.”

Standing not too far away from her, Bede gasped. “Celebi, I know that guy!”

As someone who was hell bent on becoming a Champion, he had taken it upon himself to know about every past Champion of the Galar region. Of course he knew the man perched on the spectators’ bench. He had just never seen the man in his younger years.

Mustard, the reigning Champion before Leon, jumped nimbly into the arena, followed by his two Urshifus. He straightened up to his full height, which turned out to be a head shorter than Opal. Nonetheless, the strength and confidence emanating from him was palpable to Bede.

Opal quirked a long dark eyebrow. “You didn’t come just to watch things heat up in here, did you?”

Mustard stuffed both hands into the pockets of his green jacket. “Well, no,” he admitted. “I’m here on League orders. You’ve sent enough kids running home crying to get the League’s attention, and not in a good way. I was supposed to warn you if you didn’t let up.”

“Warn me of what? Of being relieved from my Gym Leader post?”

Mustard put up his hands before returning them inside the pockets. “Hey, the committee takes care of all that stuff. I’m just the messenger.”

She smirked. “You were going to warn me with a battle, weren’t you?”

He winked at her. “You know me so well.” He cracked his knuckles. “I don’t talk things out—I fight them out, with my Pokemon!”

“Oh, so you want a match now?” Opal’s hand flitted to the Poke balls strapped to her belt. “Very well. I’m having my best winning streak yet. Maybe this time I got a shot at knocking the Champion off his pedestal.”

Mustard belted out a hearty laugh. “Don’t count on it, Opal. I don’t plan on breaking my winning streak, especially to you.” He chose his rapid style strike Urshifu to take on the first Pokemon Opal sent out: Weezing.

With its telekinesis, Celebi pulled Bede up to safety on the spectator benches. The stadium became alive again with the clash of opposing Pokemon and their attacks. Bede realized that at this point in time, forty something year-old Opal was like the Raihan of her day—a force to be reckoned with, the best among the Gym Leaders, and a worthy rival to the Champion. She was good, but not good enough to beat Mustard.

Despite the type disadvantage, and half the amount of Pokemon, Mustard ultimately won the upper hand and defended his Champion title. Even at Gigantamax proportions, Opal’s Alcremie fell in defeat to blows from his single style strike Urshifu. She withdrew her fainted Pokemon into its ball and handled her loss with a graceful nod.

“You still got it.”

“So do you,” Mustard said. “This is the closest match we’ve had yet.”

Opal hooked the ball containing her ace Pokemon back to her belt. “You know, Mustard, fighting that kid Kabu today reminded me of why I love being a Gym Leader. Finding kids with talent, and lifting them up to fulfill their potential, is a reward in of itself. I used to live for that, but I lost sight of it after Roger and Jasper...” Opal looked away. “Losing my son that young...he was only five. He never got the chance to turn ten and become a Trainer and have his own Pokemon. Meanwhile there are kids running around the region, set loose by their mums and dads to go on all sorts of adventures. Those kids probably don’t know how good they got it, how lucky and blessed they are to just be alive.” Her eyes grew wetter the more she blinked. “That felt so unfair. I would get so angry when I think about it. I took out my anger on all those poor kids coming to challenge my Gym. They didn’t deserve that. I want to tell them sorry for being a bad Gym Leader.”

Mustard closed the gap between them in a few strides and rested a hand on her shoulder. “Opal, you’re not a bad Gym Leader. You’re a damn good one who’s been through hell. I’ve never married, never had kids, so you’re going through pain I can’t even begin to imagine. What I do know is that sometimes it helps to take a step back and take a breather for a bit. Get a few days off from the Gym. Get some rest.” He cracked a wry grin. “You might think that I train myself and my Pokemon by punching rocks all day. But punch that rock too many times and too hard, and you’ll come away broken and bleeding.”

The Champion left Opal with that, and she seemed to consider his last remark as she stared after his retreating back.

Since her match with Kabu, and with Mustard, Opal relaxed the standards of her Gym challenge and her own battling style—not enough to be a walk in the park, but certainly not the approach that had steamrolled on the hopes and dreams of children, either.

She cut down on her smoking habit significantly, and forced herself out of the house more often to go on walks with Mightyena, to the grocery store, to the Gym, anything to get her moving.

Through that, she seemed to forgive the world for what it had done to Roger and Jasper. And she seemed to forgive herself, too, for what she had done to Kestrel.

For the first time since the funeral, Opal visited Roger and Jasper at the Ballonlea Cemetery. Though there was no third headstone, she left an extra bouquet of flowers for her unborn, unnamed child. Instead of standing over and before the burial sites like most people would, she would sit down and lean her back against the side of the headstone, and talk aloud as if her family was still alive to hear her.

“Another day gone by with no successor chosen,” she said with a sigh. “The next Gym Leader after me was supposed to be you, Jasper, darling, when you got older. But I suppose we can’t do anything about that now, can we?” Opal reached out with one arm to touch her husband’s name etched on the headstone. “I’m holding auditions, just as I did with you, Roger. I’m not just fighting the challengers, but testing them to see if any of them have what it takes to be a Gym Leader of Ballonlea Town. So far I’ve had no luck. Do you suppose I should lower my standards?” She paused, as if listening intently to a reply Bede couldn’t hear. Then she chuckled. “No, I better not. I’ve never been one to settle for less. That’s how I roped you in to act and sing at the theatre, after all. Speaking of ropes...” The smile died on her face. “I wonder if Kes is with you now, wherever you are. He left a note addressed to me in prison before he...” She couldn’t bring herself to finish that sentence. She started another: “The prison sent it to me, but I haven’t opened it yet. I don’t know if I ever could.”

She let out a shuddering sigh, closed her eyes, and fell into a somber silence, which was gently broken when a young red-haired woman approached the graves on soft, tentative footsteps.

“Oh, I didn’t know you’d be here,” the newcomer remarked.

Opal opened her eyes, briefly startled by the voice, but that was quickly replaced with a smile. “Mag, long time no see.”

Magnolia had grown up to cut a smart figure in the white lab coat. No longer the girl Bede had last seen, she now looked every inch the Pokemon professor everyone remembered her to be.

Magnolia bent down to add her bouquet of flowers to Opal’s. “I come every month to leave these,” she said. “I haven’t seen you around until now.”

“Yes, well, this is the first time I could bring myself to visit them.”

“I don’t blame you at all,” Magnolia said with sympathy. Opal continued to lean against the headstone, while Magnolia knelt down and removed her glasses to dab at her eyes. “I think of little Jasper every day. Sometimes I wish I could have visited you all more, be a better godmother for Jasper...”

Opal clasped Magnolia’s hand. “Don’t feel bad, Mag. You’re a very busy woman doing important research and good work for the region. I always appreciated it when you could drop by for a visit and play with Jasper. He absolutely adored you.”

The younger woman dropped her gaze to the burial sites just past her knees. “I still feel guilty. I can’t help but look back and think of the what ifs and should haves.”

Opal closed her eyes and her voice softened to a murmur. “I’m with you there. Sometimes, on the worst nights I can’t sleep, it’s not from nightmares, but from wishing that I had gone with Roger, Jasper, and the baby, so they didn’t have to leave me behind.”

Magnolia returned Opal’s grip with a squeeze.

Opal clearly tried to steer the conversation to a lighter note as she said next, “How’s your family doing back at Wedgehurst? Your daughter’s about to turn four soon, right?”

“Good memory. Yes, I’ve got to plan her birthday party when I get back.”

Opal rose to her feet and brushed bits of grass off her skirt. “Before I forget, come with me to my house so I can give you some of Jasper’s old toys. I say old, but they’re still in excellent condition.”

“My daughter would love that. Thank you.”

Opal and Magnolia left the cemetery together, and as Bede tried to follow them, Celebi led him with both hands not just through the cemetery, but through the currents of time.

Now, instead of Opal leading Magnolia into the house, Magnolia was leading Opal out of it.

“Just tell me already, Mag. Where are you taking me?” Opal asked. “What could be so important?”

“You’ll see when we get there,” the younger woman teased.

Opal’s show of anticipation and impatience made Bede crack a smirk. “She did the same to me. Got a taste of her own medicine back then, huh?”

Bede trailed after them, in the dark as much as Opal was. That is, until he realized the route he was taking. His eyes went wide as he weaved through the dense undergrowth. “Celebi, I think we’re—“

The time-traveling Pokemon nudged him further in the direction Magnolia and Opal had taken, then drew away from him and danced several figure eights in the air.

Bede frowned. “Huh? What are you trying to tell me?”

Celebi pointed after the two women.

“Okay, follow them. And then?”

Celebi didn’t make any more gestures. Instead a brilliant light engulfed it, and was gone in another blink of an eye.

Alarm spiked in Bede’s chest. Where the hell did Celebi just go? Did it just travel in time without him? Did he just get left behind in a time he didn’t belong in? He always had the Pokemon to guide him. Now what? He tried to take in deep, long breaths to calm himself. Celebi made it pretty clear to stick with Magnolia and Opal, but didn’t indicate anything else after that.

All he could do was trust that Celebi would appear to him again, whenever that was. Hopefully soon.

Bede tailed Magnolia and Opal for several more minutes, hoping with each minute that Celebi would come back for him. The two women stopped at a clearing. A clearing Bede recognized, because it was ringed with yellow mushrooms.

Opal looked around with uncertainty instead of familiarity flickering in her pale blue eyes. “Mag, where are we? What’s so special about this place?”

Magnolia didn’t answer Opal’s questions. Instead she produced a handful of cheri berries from her bag and held it out. A few feet before Magnolia’s extended hand, an orb of light materialized out of thin air. And from that light, Celebi appeared.

Everyone in the clearing reacted differently. Magnolia greeted Celebi with a warm smile, Opal gasped, while realization hit Bede like a clout to the head. Celebi traveled through time to meet up with Magnolia and Opal! When it had been accompanying Bede, it remained invisible to Pokemon and people of the past. Now it was present in that past, really present.

Opal evidently struggled to get over her shock. “I-I’ve only heard about this Pokemon in stories. Could this really be...”

Magnolia looked over her shoulder. “Yes, this is Celebi, the Pokemon that travels through time. While conducting research over Dynamax energy in Ballonlea, I stumbled upon this charming, elusive creature. After much convincing with cheri berries and my promises to bring it no harm, Celebi was kind enough to let me study its abilities. It does more than time traveling. It can show you timelines that have yet to exist, or never would. In other words, it can show you the future that could have been.”

“It can really do that?” Opal breathed. She tread on light feet closer to Magnolia and Celebi, who was eating the berries out of her hand.

“Opal, you must have lots of questions,” Magnolia said softly. “The what ifs and should haves. Celebi is here to help you answer those questions. But only if you’re okay with that. I brought you here so you could have the chance to see, but I don’t want to cause you more pain and grief if you’d rather not.”

Opal looked away for a few moments, then back at Magnolia and Celebi with conviction. “I...I want to know. I’ve always wondered what would’ve happened if that day had been different.”

Finished with Magnolia’s offering of berries, Celebi flitted up to Opal, who reached out with a trembling hand. “Celebi...please show me the future that could have been,” Opal whispered. “The future that will never be.”

“Bi...” Celebi peered down at the puckered, star-shaped scar marring the palm of Opal’s right hand. It touched the scar with its small hands, tickling Opal as her fingers twitched in response. Celebi raised its hands to touch the dark hair of her temples. It pulled back to draw out a shimmering stream, and flung its hands upward to open that stream into a pool hovering above everyone.

In the depths of that shimmering pool were glimpses of faded images, voices in faded echoes. Kestrel steered his Corviknight, without a drink beforehand, safely to Wynwall. Randall greeted everyone happily at the family estate instead of the hospital. Jasper grew up, and on his tenth birthday, received his first Pokemon: a Togepi. He was showered with hugs and kisses from his parents before embarking on his adventure as a Pokemon Trainer. More years passed. A teenage Jasper won the championship tournament, but chose not to defend his title as he returned to Ballonlea Town homesick and wanting to spend more time with his mother and father. While working at the theatre and learning the ropes of managing a Gym, Jasper met an up-and-coming actor, who he fell head over heels with. A colorful, flowery wedding followed soon after that. There were smiles all around the house when Jasper and his husband proudly presented the baby girl they had adopted. More years passed, more grey found its way into Opal’s hair, and the baby girl grew up into a woman with curly blonde hair and violet eyes.

Bede’s hair and eyes.

“Whoa, what?” He blurted out. “That’s my mum.”

He didn’t care if he sounded like an idiot talking to himself. The pool kept shimmering and unraveling the nonexistent future. That woman, his mother, got married and had a baby of her own. Opal, now white-haired and stooped but still quite spry, was delighted as she got to hold her great-grandchild for the first time. Roger, looking even more wizened and elderly than his wife, leaned in for a better look. She pulled back the blanket to kiss the top of the baby’s head. That baby was Bede himself.

The pool stopped shimmering. It thinned and trickled into a river that ran down between Celebi and Opal to vanish into the grass. No one said anything for a long time. Tears had run unchecked down Opal’s face as she had looked upon a future when the lives of her family were allowed to run their course. When a tragic accident hadn’t cruelly cut them short. Finally, as if broken free from a spell, Opal stirred and wiped a sleeve over her face. Magnolia rested a hand on her shaking shoulder.

Opal lowered her arm to meet Celebi’s large, ringed eyes. “Thank you for showing me all that,” she murmured. “And thank you, Mag, for bringing me here. Some people might’ve not wanted to see a future that can’t be theirs, but I...I feel more at peace now that I’ve seen it. Now I feel like I can move on. Move forward to try and make my own long, happy future.” A thoughtful expression made her brow furrow a bit. “Those people who came into our lives...who’s to say that they won’t exist someday? Maybe I might run into any one of them in a different way.”

“You’re right, Ms. Opal,” Bede said softly. “You’ll see me again.” He noticed how young she still looked at this time, when her hair hadn’t even turned grey yet. “It’ll take you a while, but I know you’ll wait and wait for as long as it takes until you and I find each other.”

Celebi departed from Magnolia and Opal with a flash of light, and with another, it reappeared before Bede. It reached out to touch one hand to his face, and he realized that he too had been crying. Bede sniffed, hiding a small smile behind his sleeve.

“I get it now, Celebi. What she meant by her story becoming mine. Our paths have crossed before. We’re connected way beyond accident and coincidence. Ms. Opal and I...we are so alike. We’re meant to be each other’s family. And I’m meant to succeed her as the next Fairy type Gym Leader.”

“Bi!” The Pokemon nodded in affirmation, happy that the journey through time, as long and difficult as it was, led Bede to this understanding. It made a wide sweep of its arms, as if drawing out a rainbow, then offered its hands.

Bede tried to figure out what it was saying. “We...we’re going back now? Back to the present, I mean?”

Celebi nodded again. Before taking its hands, Bede snuck one last glance at Opal, who stared up after where Celebi had disappeared from her sight. The smile on her face may be faint, but it brimmed with hope.

It was time to head back where he belonged, where he and Opal would see each other again.

Notes: Musical inspiration (especially the future scene): “Time” from Inception. This wraps up Bede’s blast to Opal’s past. On to the final stretch in the present!

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Soiled IV: Not Alone

❛ pairing | hvitserkx reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | reader meets jonakr’s family and readies herself for this marriage. hvitserk doesn’t intend on letting it happen.

❛ warnings | mention of death, forced marriage, mention of kidnapping.

❛ sy’s notes | interaction with hvitserk will be heavy next chapter.

As an orphan, you had limited expectation for your wedding day. But, if someone asked your ideal marriage, being kidnapped by a rogue Swede was probably not anywhere near the top of the list. His sisters bumble around you, fussing about this woven pattern or that pattern. Which crown to set upon your head, a family heirloom, dressed in bright flowers.

“The red goes with her skin,” says one.

“No, no, no! That one will make her look-- look hungry!”

“Isn’t she going to be hungry when she sees him undressed, Kvikr?”

Now your face feels the same as that red linen the girls light up into laughter, hopping around you with the beautiful, regal linen. You inhale when they bring a tight leather cincher around your waist, pulling it taut for the illusion of a beautiful frame. The one known as Kvikr leads a necklace over your head, fastening it before she would offer you her hand, turning up your chin. A stray few tears dabble down your full cheeks.

“Now, none of that.” She says. She arranges your hair evenly, tsking as she took a look at your dreadful, plain face. Kvikr calls for the makeup needed to brighten you up. You glance up as she lines your eyes with kohl.

“Jonakr isn’t a bad man.”

Had she said what was on your mind by mind reading? Or simply based on the fact that you were being forced into marriage? Idly, you look down to her bracelets. The tent offers no way of escape. It’s composed of a strong fabric, held up by large poles. Even if you made it out of here, where would you go? Would you hide in a bog?

“I don’t know what else I could possibly think of him.” You say with certainty. “He kidnapped me from my home.”

From what home?

“Men take prizes,” she says. “You happen to be one.”

The concept of being a man’s prize was foreign to you. Thora, if you had to say, was Hvitserk’s prize. You were… a little cock warmer. Somewhere to keep him well cared for when Thora was busy with her family. So to hear it, you’re obviously conflicted. From outside, you hear another voice speaking with the guards posted outside the tent.

“May I come in?”

A slender man pushes away the flaps to the tent, sweeping in without so much more than those few words. Kvikr rolls her head upon her neck, stopping and focusing her head upon the newcomer. She lowers the hand with a bit of rouge.

“Valtýr, you could wait.”

“Why would I wait, sister? Jonakr already saw our bride.”

You don’t recognize him from the boat. His clothes are finely woven town his chest, long deep brown hair framing his playful blue eyes. A finely trimmed beard sculpts his jaw and chin, a few stray strands catching as he strides in confident steps toward you. The man grasps your shoulders, abruptly shifting you around to him. His voice is honied, leaning his head in to smell the honey soap that Kvikr washed your hair with.

“She’s pretty. Well-worked, but pretty,” he simpers.

“Of course she is pretty,” Kvikr insists. “I heard a prince had her.”

“A prince? He brought me a prince’s toy.” the man remarks, pulling up into a smile with lines from the force of his expression. He lifts from your hair, looking to his sister. “Mmm, I like the sound of this. I had no idea.”

“You?” You chirp, though you honestly do not want to know his answer.

“Of course you do. Yes, a prince, Valtýr. A Ragnarsson.” Kvikr begins to walk away to her sisters. They disappear outside the tent.

“Mmm, even better.” Valtýr, or so he’s named, lifts his knuckle under your chin, playing a small game with making you look at him when you look away. Your chest tightens. Suddenly remembering you need to breathe, you do. He laughs, a hearty rumble, and steps back. His hand pats the metal belt that straps along an increasingly fine tunic. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to me.”

“I thought I was… marrying Jonakr.”

“You’ll be marrying both of us.”

You feel your stomach double, throat tightening as if you were reacting to the words as if they were food. Your eyes then settle upon his chest. A snake with two heads on either side of the body they share, constricting an orb. Vilja.

“Why?”

His mouth twists. You expect him to speak, to tell you just as Jonakr had. In his place, he offers his arm out to you. You take it.

“Now don’t worry about that. It’s your wedding day, lovely.”

He steps out of the tent with you, and you find Jonakr standing there, his broad chest clothed in a murky dark brown tunic that matches a lazy pair of trousers, stuffed into lazy boots.

“You could have at least worn something that wasn’t all brown?” Valtýr nitpicks.

“Why do I care what you think? Are you the bride?” Jonakr bites, looking over to you. His voice sounds worlds away from Valtýr’s own, unsure with the need your confirmation. “What do you think, (Y/N)? Should I go change my tunic?”

“No, it…” you ponder, looking to the man who stole you away. You let the thought fall away. His eyes crinkle, bright with your words. “It looks nice.”

“See the bride said it looks nice.”

“Sadly.”

Hvitserk’s boots slosh in the bog. His hand tightens around the grip of his sword, slick with the blood of foreigners. A portion of the women, so said a few young children, were hauled off to Birka. It was the information he hoped for but… as he thought of it, of coming here, he didn’t know what he expected.

Would you come home with him? Or would he have to make you.

It would be cruel. He squashes through water, pulling himself up into the forest. His righthand man for this trip, a man by the name of Vesteinn squashes beside him.

“The children say the fleet that attacked Kattegat as traders came to find a woman for two men.”

“Two men.”

“Yes,” Hvitserk hears him say. “The king wants his sons to marry.”

“Sons?” He asks though it is more of a statement. Vesteinn makes a small nod, turning his creased eyes toward him.

“Like Ubbe and you, they love each other and don’t want to split households. So the elder prince was meant to go raid for a woman to bring them children and make a proper home before receiving his father’s crown.”

Or what used to be. Hvitserk turns his eye away from Vesteinn, gnashing his teeth together. One Swede was bad enough. Two? Two defiling you, sweeping you away from the safety of Kattegat for breeding and loving that they had no idea how to provide?

It sickened him.

“Do we know who the woman is?” Hvitserk breaches the line of trees, extending his sword so that he might usher his men to stand down.

“No, my prince. Only that these men were stalking long before the raid.”

They targeted you. He scans the town of Norsemen, locating arranged tents. Temporary structures that would hold for a wedding. By now, men would be defiling their woman of choice. He could set his men, the ones not guarding their settlement, upon the town. There were more families there, more single men that would be taking their wives. Attacking the town, however, meant more to Hvitserk. It would send an irrevocable message to the men that they would not be mowed over. Or so he told his men.

The only thing he cared about-- was you.

“Do you take these princes as your husbands?”

The waters were still. They lapse, smooth and gentle on the shore. It’s flat here, the ground… tranquil. Your eye settles on the waves that pull in and splash down upon the flat ground of the island. Puffy trees line around the shore and, maybe it would obscure your vision, but there was a clearing. Flowers line a structure, your cheeks sprinkled with blood from the blessing of three large animals.

“Woman,” Valtýr prompts. Jonakr holds the sword, while you hold an impromptu other, which is a joke as the day your father was ran through for the sake of Rollo the traitor.

“Oh--” you clear your throat, looking to the godi. “I--”

An arrow whizzes beside you and embeds in the wooden structure that you stand underneath. You jerk to the side, holding the collar of your dress. Valtýr yanks you to his chest, barking for a shield. Jonakr unsheathes his blade, hissing in a tongue that you don’t recognize to the men gathered. From the drop of expression on his face, you fear that there are fewer men than he originally planned for. A few stray men. The others are farmers who have most likely gone home after a long trip, not expecting the quick cutting ships designed by Floki the Boatbuilder.

Your eyes finally focus. Not on the man, bearing a shield, crouching low. But the man who strings an arrow in his well-corded arms. Your stomach flips. You hate that it flips, caught in pride of the sight of the man and his men. Your man.

“Hvitserk.” You whisper, picking up your skirts. Valtýr stops you short of going toward him, pulling you back. “It’s you.”

Valtýr gives Hvitserk a long, slow look, looking up and scoffing. “Who are you?”

“Hvitserk Ragnarsson. And she is mine.”

He never called you that before.

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