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The Boy in the Window 18 ~ Tommy Shelby X Reader (Series)

Chapter Summary: Even as (Y/N), Emma and Charlie settle into their new life, she can't trust it yet, and it's only made worse when Tommy comes home

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Warning: Canon conforming mention of violence. (18/21+). Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Expect spoilers for Peaky Blinders Season 1-4.

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Part 18

[Previously]

One change she couldn't have anticipated was the amount of time she suddenly had on her hands.

She did not have to clean, did not have to cook, no laundry to do and any shopping was a pass time for a few luxuries rather than dragging necessities back to her house.

It added hours to her day, which she still wasn't too sure how to fill.

Doing too much of nothing wasn't for her and after trodding on a few of the maids’ and the cook's toes by interfering, she chose to use the added time to do her due diligence when it came to the foundation.

Tommy had put her on the board and for however long he sought to keep her there, she was determined to do the best work she could.

It wasn’t like her position was secure, but she didn’t want to humiliate herself with half-knowledge and foolish mistakes.

So of course she had a lot to catch up on.

It was a strange sensation, to sit in the gardens, with charity reports and a notebook in front of her, as well as some tea Lisa had brought her.

She could feel the sun on her face and the wind in her hair while only the sound of birds and the laughter of children interrupted the silence.

It felt almost like some sort of dream.

The garden was Emma's absolute favourite. Nothing delighted her more than the fact that she could just open the terrace door and run out at any given time- to climb the tree, to swing, to skip rope or to play with hoops, to challenge Charlie to a game of chase or involve her in hide and seek.

Unlike in the church green of Small Heath, (Y/N) had no qualms about letting her walk barefoot, a decision which she thought she might soon regret, as Emma loved the feeling of grass under her feet.

Charlie didn't mind being outdoors the slightest, but the games didn't capture his attention the same way that they did Emma's.

Sooner or later, he'd always find their way to her side, into her lap or her arms, as if he wanted to make good on all the caresses he had missed in the past two weeks.

She needed it to.

Having both of the children with her, both happy and healthy and within arm's reach brought a sense of peace to her she had thought she would never feel again.

The only thing that made her uneasy was the uncertainty of what would happen when Tommy returned home.

All day, she'd have the children around her, and they had even agreed that Charlie would be allowed to sleep over during the weekend.

So on Saturday they had an early meal before wasting bathtime.

There were three full bathrooms in this house, complete with a bathtub each and not the kind she was used to- too big and too expensive.

But Emma liked it.

And she loved the bubble bath and the fact that she could have hot water coming out of a tap if she so chose.

Lisa was allowed to help with bathtime, but Charlie insisted that (Y/N) do the singing herself, which she gladly did.

It sounded different in the tiled bathroom.

After both children were dried and wrapped in robes, which conspicuously matched somehow, they all snuggled up together to listen to the stories she read, with the weight of two children on her chest, their little breaths syncing to one calming rhythm.

If she could have frozen time she would have made it stop in just that moment, with the calm and the warmth of their three tangled bodies.

The village church was a small, stone building, nothing comparable in size to the large church they had on Small Heath, but as soon as she had stepped inside with one child on each hand that Sunday morning, she found herself liking it.

The walls weren’t coated in the extravagant mosaics and paintings of the one she had been used to, but the simplicity felt more appropriate in a strange way. It was a village church that fit into the village, with neatly placed stones, painted windows and delicately carved statues.

The freshly placed floral wreaths seemed just as celebratory to her as the gilded decorations that caught the light. Those had often felt strange to her, residing in a place where so many had so little.

But here, the church, neat and tidy, and honest, fit the village with its clean streets and well kept front gardens. And the people had smiles on their faces instead of smoke stains and greetings on her lips rather than spits and curses.

This really was a good place, and it almost quenched all her unease.

Two weeks, no word of Tommy. Not even a sign of life.

Lizzie was concerned, Frances unsure, Linda just annoyed, but (Y/N) felt a nagging fear that didn’t grow, but didn’t fade either with time.

Tommy wasn’t good all on his own. He never had been.

He had craved solitude, of course, and needed his quiet time more than most. Poets could talk endlessly about the difference between being alone and being lonely, but (Y/N) knew that Tommy had always needed people at arm's reach - not many, and not just any random people, but a select few who he knew cared for him and who he cared for in return.

It surprised her that he had functioned at all in those two years where he had fallen out with his brothers.

Now he was all alone, or at least according to what they know.

Sometimes, at night, she imagined him in the arms of some woman, on some distant shore perhaps, with crashing waves and white curtains fluttering in the warm night wind. The image left a bitter taste in her mouth, but she preferred even that to the thought that he was all alone.

But it wasn’t her concern, besides, she was the last person he’d ever tell.

And she had the children.

The benches soon filled and (Y/N) noticed that men and women attended in equal measure, unlike in Small Heath, where only rarely men were seen.

There were apologies and courtesies when people shuffled along the pews and greetings when they didn’t.

And while she was met with curiosity, it wasn’t…unkind, not the way it had been in Small Heath.

Instead she recognised, as “The woman that now lives in Warburton House.”

And so she had to introduced herself, and undoubtedly her name spread through the rows, but it was not said in malice, which was nice for a change.

These people did not have a reason to look down on her just yet.

After lunch, and a little nap for the little ones, she decided to take the children back into the village on Lisa’s suggestion, as there was a green area which she highly recommended.

It was a large, spacious thing, close to a field of wild flowers next to some meadows, with neatly placed trees providing shade.

(Y/N) was not the only one that had had the idea.

There were many people out today, young and old - some in entire families spanning several generations. There was an old couple sitting together on a bench and a young one having a picnic.

It almost seemed like something one would put in a postcard or in an advertisement.

Emma was giddy with excitement, eager to explore a new territory, but Charlie was more cautious.

“Do you come here often?”, she asked Charlie, as she sat the basket she had brought down beside her.

“No.”, he said, looking up at her with a frown. “Why?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat.

“Well, I thought you would. It’s not that far from your house and you can swing and climb.”

Charlie shook his head.

“We’ve got swings at my house and at your house too.”

His voice had been light, but that only made his words weigh heavier on her mind.

“Mummy!”, Emma called, tugging at her sleeve. “Mummy, they’re playing catch. Can we join?”

As she spoke, she nearly stumbled over the words with excitement.

“Of course you can, but be nice. These children don’t know you yet.”

Emma beamed from ear to ear, as she took Charlie’s hand.

“Come on, Charlie!”, she quickly said, pulling him along.

Charlie didn’t seem too keen at first, but before long, she could see him running around with the rest of them.

As he should.

It was no good, for a child, to be all alone.

She’d have to make these outings more a habit than an exception, she thought, as she saw the way the children all mixed and mingled.

For a frightful second she thought she had lost sight of Charlie, but a moment later he came running from the wildflower patch, three freshly picked daffodils in his hand.

“Look - look!”, he cried, beaming with excitement from ear to ear.

“They’re very pretty!”, she told him, mirroring his wide smile.

It only ever grew at her compliment.

“They’re for you!”, he insisted, his chest swelling with pride.

(Y/N) leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, my darling!”, she said.

He handed them to her and ran off again, calling Emma’s name.

(Y/N) brought the flowers to her face and inhaled the faint scent.

They weren’t particularly large, and one had a slight kink, but to her they were more beautiful as prize winning roses.

In her mind, she was already pressing them so that she could keep them forever, when another woman sat down next to her.

“You mind?”, she asked, a hand on her swollen stomach.

“Not at all!”, (Y/N) said, shifting to the side to give her more room.

She gave her a relieved smile and leaned back.

By her estimation, she had to be about six months along, still a bit to go, but definitely showing.

“I saw your boy just now.”, she said, offering her a wide smile. “A real sweetheart.”

“He is.”, (Y/N) said, her heart beating faster as she glanced at her flowers once more.

“My boy wouldn’t look twice at flowers. All he thinks about is football.”, she continued. “I hope this one’s different.”

“I’m sure it will be just lovely.”, she assured the other woman.

“Lovely’s making me feel like my back’s going to snap.”, she complained under her breath before shifting slightly.

Been there, she thought, glancing at Emma.

It hadn’t been easy, but many others had had it far worse.

“For me it was the kicking that did it. All day, nothing, but as soon as I tried to sleep, you’d think there was a league final going on in my belly.”, she told her.

The dark haired woman chuckled under her breath as she rubbed her hand over her belly.

“Oh yes.”, she sighed. “You’d think nature would have taken it a bit easier on us, but here we are.”

That made her tilt her head in agreement.

“But it’s worth it.”, (Y/N) said, her eyes finding the children once more.

“You’re that lady that just moved into the Dower House?”, she asked after a little while.

She nodded, feeling her cheeks heat up.

“Yes, I suppose so.”, she mumbled, “but I’m no lady. Far from it, actually.”

The other woman waved it off before introducing herself as Barbara Caple.

“(Y/N) Hale.”, she said.

“Pleasure to meet you.”, she said.

“Likewise.”

Within a few sentences, they were on a first name basis.

Barbara told her that they lived not too far away from the church. She had worked as a nurse before getting pregnant with her first and her husband was doing something administrative for the local hospital and the council. He had been a soldier and that was how they had met.

Apparently, he had been driving her crazy because he had kept calling her over just so that he could talk to her.

It made (Y/N) smile, and it was surprising how easy it came to her to talk about her husband, how she had been a shy thing who had thought she would be invisible forever, but he had picked her out somehow.

“And what does he do?”, she wanted to know.

“I’m a widow.”, she said, but made sure to offer the woman a smile as not to embarrass her. It didn’t exactly work.

“Now I’ve put my foot in it, haven’t I?”, she asked, making (Y/N) shake her head.

“It’s alright, I suppose.”, she assured her. “We’re alright.”

For now.

As if to prove her point, Emma called out for her, waving excitedly before turning back and talking to other children.

“Wait- did that little girl just call you Mummy?”, Barbara asked, shielding her eyes against the early spring sun to see better .

“Oh yes,”, she explained, “that’s my daughter Emma.”

The other woman’s eyes went wide as they returned to her.

“Oh my days!”, she exclaimed. “No wonder you thought they were playing football in your belly - twins? I’d never!”

(Y/N)’s mouth dropped open as she shook her head.

“Oh, no, no- they’re not twins!”, she said quickly.

Barbara frowned as she looked closer.

“Did you have them back to back then?”, she wondered.

“No,”, (Y/N) insisted, her cheeks burning, “Charlie’s not my son. Emma’s my daughter and he is - “

Her breath hitched.

“He is the son of a friend. I’m just watching him.”

That made Barbara relax slightly.

“So he’s with you on holiday then?”, she asked.

“Not really, he lives close by.”

“But I’ve never seen him before!”, she argued, taking her fourth look.

“Surely not. He’s not from around here?”

(Y/N) nodded.

“What’s his name? Charlie…who?”

“Charlie Shelby.”

It seemed like Barbara Caple went through shock, surprise and confusion all at once, ending in her jaw dropping open.

“Really?”, she asked.

(Y/N) nodded, swallowing hard.

There goes your reputation.

But Barabra only huffed.

“I didn’t know that man had any friends. He seems most disagreeable to me.”

The children had had such a blast out by the play area, she decided to take them back there during the week. Even if groceries where delivered to the house, which seemed rather outlandish, (Y/N) had wanted to do some shopping.

It not only made her feel a little less useless but it also introduced her to more parts of the little village that she lived in now.

She did not dare call it home yet.

But the behaviour of the people there reminded her of the time she and her husband had only just begun to live together, honest, decent people living decent lives.

There was a tranquillity to be found in routine, a sense of safety in the simple, ordinary way one could live.

And she liked it.

After a hour or two she let the children run around and play, they returned to Warburton House with a basket of goods and a day of fun, at least she hoped so.

Lisa greeted them inside, and was quick to help the children take their coats off.

“Frances called.”, she explained, lowering her voice so that only (Y/N) could hear. “Mr. Shelby is back from his holiday.”

With that all the warmth the sun had kissed onto her cheeks, vanished.

“Oh.”, she whispered.

It wasn’t like she had not expected it, but it still caught her off guard.

And it left her with one burning question.

What now?

As apparently Tommy’s arrival didn’t change the schedule, the children were having their snacks together.

That was new, as she had gotten used to throwing everything out the window to accommodate him. But now it gave her time, time to think.

Only thinking wouldn’t be enough and so she made her way over to the small writing desk by the window.

Houses like these, she had learned, came with their own letter writing paper, and now she had two sets - this and the one from the Shelby Family Foundation which Lizzie had given to her.

In the end she had decided on the letter writing paper from the house, even if it still made her felt uneasy.

Only it wasn’t just the paper.

She stared at it for over ten minutes before she decided to write, only to scrap it - again and again and again until the sixth effort stood, or rather had to stand, since she otherwise would have run out of paper.

It left her displeased but it was better than the other attempts.

But not good enough.

There were no words she could find that would express how she really felt, the confusion, the desperation, the suffocating need for certainty only he could provide.

Taking a shuddering breath, she read over the carefully drafted handwritten lines again. It almost seemed too impersonal, but what else could she do?

She thanked him, for everything, and told him how good Charlie was and what fun they had been having before ending with her hope that he was doing well and then the one thing that had burned in the back of her mind for days now.

What now?

It was almost a plea for a conversation, something, anything that would bring an explanation and an assurance, proper assurance and not just words from Ada or Lizzie.

She needed to hear it from him or else she would never believe it.

When it was time for Charlie to go, she buttoned his coat up herself.

“I’m sure you’ll have such fun with your father!”, she assured him.

“I guess.”, Charlie said, swaying back and forth slightly. “But I’m still coming back here, yes?”

“Of course, Master Charles.”, Frances said with a wide smile, as relief washed over Charlie's face.

In one hand she held some of the biscuits (Y/N) had baked with the children the day before, as well as the letter she had written.

“Come now!”, she asked Charlie, who wrapped his arms around her neck a second time.

“Promise I can come back?”, he whispered so faintly she almost didn’t hear him.

“Promise!”, she whispered, giving him a little squeeze.

(Y/N) only let go when he did, and watched him look back four times before the car left the driveway.

It was three days later when Charlie returned and both Emma and her were waiting outside for him.

The car had barely stopped when the little boy had already opened the door himself, not waiting for Frances as he ran out, leaving his cap behind.

“Hello, my darling!”, (Y/N) called, crouching down so that she could take him in her arms right away.

For all his rush to get there, Charlie lingered for a long time, burying his nose in the crook of her neck.

“Aw, I’ve missed you too!”, she assured him, still smiling, but when he clutched her tighter as she tried to let go, her smile froze.

“Are you alright, Charlie?”, she asked, pulling back so that she could look into his eyes.

“Now yes.”, he whispered.

Before she had the chance to ask another question, Emma had already snuck in.

“Charlie, Charlie - Mummy said we could build a blanket fort in the living room!”, she giggled, taking his hand and pulling him inside.

Still crouching on the ground she saw Frances approaching.

Slowly, she rose, meeting the woman in the no man’s land between the house and the car.

“Good morning, Mrs. Hale.”, she greeted with a polite smile. “I hope you are well.”

(Y/N) nodded, unable to hide her frown as she returned the courtesies.

“Did Tommy say anything?”, she wanted to know, unable to stop her thundering heart.

Frances nodded.

“Mr. Shelby has asked me to convey a message to you.”

The sound of that made her heart drop and she swallowed hard, bracing herself for anything, because preparing for any less would be foolish.

But unlike her, who felt like a tornado was raising havoc inside her, Frances seemed to be the epitome of professional calmness.

“He is grateful for how you take care of Charlie and wishes it to continue as it is.”

Relief made her shudder, but it was only one of the many concern she held inside her.

“He also wants to ensure that you and Emma are taken care of. Any medical bills, schooling fees, house expenses or the like will automatically be covered by his accounts and you will also receive a weekly allowance in addition to the monthly earnings for your work with the foundation.”

With that all feeling of relief had been replaced with jaw clenching nausea.

Before she could argue, she continued.

“Mr. Shelby is very pleased that Emma is taking to the horse riding lessons and wants them to continue twice a week.”

Of course Tommy would make a mention of bloody horses before talking about what really matters, what she had begged him to tell her in that letter.

It made her want to explode, but Frances only continued on with the discipline of a soldier marching on.

“If you need anything else, it is to be conveyed to me, as Mr. Shelby does not want to see you or speak to you, not in person or on the telephone or by any other means.”

She felt as if the other woman had slapped her as her mouth dropped open.

“I’m sorry?”, she gasped.

“He also insists you are not to enter the grounds of Arrow House, let alone the building itself.”

Without even a muscle twitching, she reached into the pocket of her dress.

“I am to return this to you.”

The familiar invisible belt tightened around her chest as she stared at the letter she had written mere days before - untouched and unopened.

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, to ease the strain in her chest, but nothing worked.

Out of options, she took the letter back, and watched Frances go, leaving her more lost than she had been upon her arrival.

Lost and confused and vulnerable.

Was this how it was going to be now?

I won’t survive long if it is.

Charlie still came and went, like it had been arranged. He ran up to her each time as fast as his ever growing legs could take him, and left dragging his feet.

Still, there was no word about Tommy, but when the next meeting for the foundation crept closer, she prepared herself for the conversation she would have, the question she had to ask, the answers she was willing to beg for - only he never came.

During the meeting she could barely focus on the plans and the numbers as she stared at the empty chair.

Once Polly closed the meeting, she rushed over to Lizzie.

“Lizzie, have you seen him?”, she asked.

She only pursed her lips.

“Please, tell me!”, she begged, her eyes beginning to burn. “I don’t know anything and he is avoiding me like I’ve got the plague.”

Like he hates me.

“I don’t know more than you do.”, she mumbled under her breath, putting out her cigarette.

“Are you really surprised he doesn’t want to see you?”, Polly Gray asked, smoke escaping her lips as her dark, hawkish eyes narrowed in on her.

They made her feel as small as a mouse and as weak too.

“No, but-”, she tried, only to break off when she saw Mrs Gray scoff.

“I just…I just really need to talk to him, please tell him that.”

The look the older woman gave her was a damning sentence.

She took it upon herself to talk to Father Callitch about the new initiatives, after all she had the closest ties to him and so she soon found herself sitting in his modest office with a cup of barely touched tea in front of her.

He listened ardently, nodding along and waiting until she had finished.

Even in their conversation after, his voice was calm and collected, just like it was when he asked her.

“We’ve all heard about your move, Mrs Hale.”, he said softly.

Those few words were enough to make her cheeks burn as she stared at her lap.

“But I couldn’t help but worry about the implications.”

You and me both, she thought.

“Are you alright?”, he wanted to know.

It was such a simple, foolish question and yet it brought tears to her eyes.

“Are you safe?”

(Y/N) (L/N) had always known how to hide her tears, but now her self discipline failed her.

Days of worry and nights without sleep, all the whispers and chatter and the doubt - the constant doubt had created cracks in her armour and she couldn’t contain it anymore.

The tears bubbled forth with mindless ramblings, as the priest moved around the desk to be closer to her.

“Lizzie and Ada think I ought to feel lucky, that this is a good thing and I suppose I ought to be grateful, but…but….I can’t, you see?”

Her voice cracked as tears blurred her vision.

“He won’t speak to me. He doesn’t want to see me. He - they all just expect me to do as they wish and continue but I can’t.”

(Y/N) looked up at him with the desperation of a little child.

“I can’t build a life on uncertainty!”, she insisted through sobs.

“It’s like trying to keep the balance on a tightrope knowing he could cut the string at any moment sending me and Emma crashing to the ground.”

Lizzie had tried to calm her by reminding her that the house was in her name but what did that really mean?

The priest had said it himself. Tommy Shelby can not be denied. If he put his mind to it, if he changed his mind, he could drop her and Emma and the fall would be further than from where he had raised them from.

Before, she had been a respectable woman, poor yes, but with a good name and a reputation as a hard and honest worker.

If she were to return now she’d be nothing but Tommy Shelby’s whore, worse - discarded whore - for the rest of her and Emma’s days.

No one would employ her. No one would spare her a second glance.

She had read up on the houses like the one she lived in now - Grace and Favour homes they called it.

What if she ever would be out of his favour?

And him refusing to even see or speak to her felt a lot like that.

Sobs shook her as she buried her face in her gloved hands, the tears soaking through the material as she was unable to steady herself.

The warmth of his hand spread through her shoulder until her tears had dried up and exhaustion had forced her to calm down.

Still, the priest stood steadfast.

“Do you still own your old house here?”, he asked.

She nodded, wiping under her eyes with the handkerchief he had offered her.

“I do, but I can’t come back here with Emma. Everyone here thinks I’m -”

“I know.”, he quickly interjected, not making her say it outright, which was a relief.

Slowly he nodded.

“Should the time come, I suggest you sell the house. You can sell it to the church. I’ll make sure it will be quick and easy. That way you will have some money. I can also write you a reference and help you find employment someplace else should it come to it.”

(Y/N) swallowed hard and took a shuddering breath.

“Would you really do that?”

“Of course I wouldn. Isn’t that the soul reason for people in my profession? To take care of those in her charge?”

Not in Small Heath it isn’t, (Y/N) thought.

But in these few moments he had given her more certainty than she could have hoped for, more than she got from Tommy or any of his family.

She arrived back at the house a little over an hour later, and once inside Lisa informed her that the children were out in the garden playing.

When she reached the terrace she could see them throwing a ball around. Here, they had far more space than they ever would have had in the courtyard in Small Heath.

(Y/N) allowed herself a moment to lean against the wall as she just watched them.

Charlie’s red cheeks and Emma’s flying braids, with nothing but their excited shouts in the air.

There were grass stains on both their clothes, but for once she didn’t think about scrubbing. She didn’t think at all, she just watched them, feeling the weight that had been lifted from her shoulders just by knowing that at least Father Callitch was on her side. Or that she wasn’t all alone.

It couldn’t be all bad, she thought, not if it made them so happy.

They threw the ball back and forth for a while until it slipped through Emma’s fingers and rolled in the vague direction of the house.

In her run to retrieve it, she looked up and noticed her standing there.

“Mummy!”, she cried out and continued to run, altering the direction just slightly.

(Y/N) opened her arms and walked towards them both, crouching down to be able to wrap her arms around them both, as Charlie wasn’t far behind Emma.

She held them both in her arms and leaned into them.

“I’m glad to be back.”, she whispered, before kissing both their foreheads.

With a child in each hand she walked back inside, hearing about all the adventures they had that day.

It continued all throughout dinner.

“Mummy,”, Emma asked between bites of potato.

“Hm?”, she asked.

“Since Charlie’s dad is back now, will he come live with us again?”, she wanted to know, before lifting her fork once more.

(Y/N) blinked twice.

Emma had said it so carelessly, without any hint of suspicion or worry.

She was still searching for a response to her daughter’s curiosity, when Charlie spoke up.

“He won’t.”, he said, glancing down at his plate.

“Why?”, Emma asked.

“Because!”, Charlie snapped a little too loud for (Y/N)’s taste.

“Alright now.”, she said, offering them both a warning wrapped in a smile, but as she directed the conversation away from Tommy, her eyes lingered on Charlie as her stomach coiled painfully once more.

Under the table she reached out and stroked his knee.

When he felt her touch, he looked up at her with wide eyes before curling his fingers around hers and clutching them tightly.

Her suspicion only grew when Charlie went from playing with the toy cars as she left the room to answer Lisa to lying on the sofa when she returned a few moments later.

He was lying on his back, both arms at his side, with his eyes closed.

“Come on Charlie.”, she told him, “It’s time to go home.”

He didn’t react.

And so (Y/N) walked over to the sofa and sat down, watching his chest rise and fall as he lay there stretched out like a pharaoh.

It was almost funny how hard he tried to stay still.

“I know you’re not asleep, Charlie.”, she told him softly.

He swallowed hard but still pretended not to.

She leaned her head against his chest and sighed, reaching up and stroking his forehead.

“You know I’ll have to carry you down if you won’t walk.”, she said.

That finally made him open his eyes.

“I don’t want to go.”, he whispered.

(Y/N) smiled sadly.

“I don’t want you to go either, but I can’t change it, Charlie.”

She could see the hope disappear in his eyes, which felt like dagger in her heart.

Children at that age still saw their parents as invincible, but she wasn’t Charlie’s parent. She couldn’t make the rules.

Instead she leaned up and pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead.

“Can you still carry me even if I’m awake?”, he asked, batting his eye lashes at her.

With a soft smile, she obliged him, feeling his legs wrap around her legs.

“Bye bye, Charlie!”, Emma said, waving at him.

He waved back, his head leaning against her shoulder before she took him down, carrying him all the way to the car.

“Another kiss?”, he asked as she sat him down inside.

Cupping his face she kissed him once more.

“Good night, my darling!”, she told him.

Frances was following with his coat and hat in her hands and as soon as the door closed she turned to her.

“Is everything alright, Frances?”, she wanted to know.

“Why would you ask that?”, she asked, tilting her head.

“I-I was just wondering if anything was amiss.”

The other woman didn’t react to that.

“If anything was wrong, you’d tell me, wouldn’t you?”, she asked, “for Charlie’s sake.”

She smiled once more and nodded slightly.

“Of course.”, she said, before she too disappeared in the car.

(Y/N) watched until the headlights disappeared, but the thought had anchored inside her mind long before.

She knew Frances was lying.

It was four days and only one visit of Charlie later, as the second one had been cancelled, when (Y/N) was torn from her restless sleep by Lisa shaking her.

The girl had only turned the bedside lamp, still wearing her nightgown, her long hair tamed in a side braid under a night cap.

“Wake up, Mrs Hale! Please, please wake up!”, she pleaded.

The urgency in her voice woke her more than the light or her touch did.

“What’s wrong?”, she demanded to know, her eyes not ready to focus yet, but her senses heightened all the same.

“Is something wrong with Emma?”

“No, not Emma.”, Lisa insisted, shaking her head.

Charlie.

The way from her bed to the telephone was a blur, and she only came to once she clutched the hearer so tight her knuckles turned white, answering the call that had torn Lisa from her sleep in the black of night.

“Mrs Hale!”, Frances said as soon as she heard her voice. “Thank God, I’ve reached you!”

Coming from a woman so polite and professional, breathlessness made goosebumps appear all over her arms.

“What happened?”, (Y/N) demanded to know.

Frances’ breath hitched before she gathered herself.

“There has been a situation at the house. Master Charles,”, she told her, her voice shaking,”Well, he snuck out and managed to steal one of the ponies.”

End of Part 18

Part 19

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deancasbigbang · 8 months

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Title: Willow

Author: thatpeculiarone

Artist: 7hunnyybunnyy7

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Sam/Jess, Ellen/Bill, Mary/John, Chuck/Becky

Length: 65000

Warnings: Minor Character Death, Talks of Grief and Loss, Talks of Alcoholism, Internalised Homophobia, Mentions of Conversion Therapy

Tags: Alternative Universe - Modern Setting, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Reunion, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending

Posting Date: October 6, 2023

Summary: Castiel Novak had known Dean Winchester his entire life. Growing up together, the two friend's worlds revolved around one another, each of them looking forward to their annual summer get togethers at the Winchester's farm and winery, located in the rolling hills of Napa, California. However, it only takes one night for seventeen years of friendship to all come crashing down. When Castiel confesses his feelings for Dean, his friend's rancorous reaction sends him packing. Castiel leaves, and stays away for ten years. When Dean’s father John falls ill, Castiel begrudgingly visits the farm again for the first time in a decade. Castiel is nervous to relive that night. He is nervous to be back at a place that holds so many memories. He is nervous to see Dean for the first time in so long. While he grapples with his anger and hurt, he also has to grapple with the fact that the feelings he holds for Dean may still be there after all this time.

Excerpt: Castiel Novak had known Dean Winchester his entire life. Their parents had been friends for years before either of them were even conceived; a friendship that only grew once they came into the equation. He had been coming to the Winchester’s farm since he was still in diapers – in fact – he had pictures of him only wearing diapers on the farm. And in those pictures, Dean was always by his side, sporting his own, accompanied by a cheeky baby grin. They had been inseparable since the moment they met, growing from boisterous toddlers to rambunctious children. They’d run through the vineyards under the golden glow of the sun -- rosy cheeked as they chased each other through field after field, until one sent the other tumbling down. On rainy days, they’d trench back to the house with mud-soaked boots, sending their mothers into a frenzy as they shoved them into the bathtub, not letting them out until they scrubbed every bit of dirt off their bodies. Even when they grew into teenagers, a time when everything was awkward and uncomfortable, they still seemed to fit together. Castiel looked forward to summers more than anything, wanting to escape the demands of high school and the pressure of attempting to be accepted by his peers, in order to see the one person who knew him better than anyone. The person who knew about his dislike for prime numbers, and would listen to him spout the guttural language of Enochian without even batting an eye. To everyone else, Castiel didn’t seem to fit the mold. But to Dean, Castiel was just… Cas. He had been expecting that summer to be the same as the last sixteen. Yet instead, he’d watched his best friend turn into a nasty, arrogant asshole who had been ignoring his existence for weeks. A cool, callous person who was nothing like the friend he’d known his entire life. And finally, after days upon days of enduring it all, Castiel had had enough. He knew where to find Dean. Despite being without a flashlight under the pitch black sky, his muscle memory led him through the rows of ripening vines all the way down to the creek. He could hear the quiet trickling of the water amongst the loud sounds of crickets. There, even in the darkness, he could see the silhouette of Dean, standing under the large willow tree on the edge of the property. It was Dean’s favourite spot on the entire farm, a fact Castiel had known about him since they were children. Soon, it had become more of their spot, where they spent most of their time during the summers. As he approached, he heard Dean huff. “Figured you wouldn’t be sleeping,” he grumbled. “Did you think that maybe I snuck out to be alone?”

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iamthenerdqueen · 20 days

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The Red String of Faith - The Dance Practice Episode

Idol!AteezXOCs Soulmates!ot8AteezXOCs OCXOC Slight Social Media AU!

MDNI 18+ ONLY

A/N: Hi, wanted to put this at the top because its been so long. Sorry about that, I have been super busy with life and I have a new hyperfixation. That being said, I am not giving up on this book just going to be taking a break to work on some other things for a while. I have this chapter and another one on the way that I will have out ASAP. After that updates will be pretty all over the place. lots of love!

slight twigger warnings:Polyamory, group of 10, two OC's -feel free to replace one OC with yourself if you'd like- , listen this is an idea me and my best friend had and is something for fun read at own risk, not edited as always, also we are starting to explore themes such as bxb and gxg if thats not for you, this story may not be for you.

Chapter X, Chapter XI, Chapter XII, Chapter XIII, Chapter XIV, Next

Being pregnant was not fun thus far for Lia. She honestly wasn’t that far along but it still sucked. The morning sickness and ire toward the rest of the world had yet to fade. The doctor had assured her during their first ‘baby appointment’ as Mingi had dubbed it that after the first trimester, everything would calm down some and things would be easier.

Lia couldn’t wait for 13 weeks to get here faster, instead, she was at her 8-week check-up. They had decided to go ahead with a blood test to see what the gender of the baby was and to go ahead with a paternity test to determine who the father was. Which meant that this was a rather long appointment, she had been here for around an hour and was almost done. Lyra had been out in the waiting room as her companion for this trip as the boys had a long day of practices after the couple of schedules they had during the morning.

There was a lot of pouting from the potential fathers in attempts to skip their schedules for the day, needless to say, it didn’t work. Hajoon had put his foot down and forced the two oldest into the car to take them to work.

“Okay, you should be all good to go. The gender results should be back in the next 2 to 4 days, so the latest you should hear back from us is on Monday. As for the paternity results, since you requested the fastest time for that, we will send you an email with the results this evening or tomorrow morning at the latest." The nurse was walking with Lia toward the station where she could pick up the prescription for her prenatal vitamins and a few other prescriptions to help the baby.

“Okay, drug store then back home? Maybe stop to pick up something to eat,” Lyra asked as Lia walked up to her in the waiting room.

“Drug store, and then I was thinking we could pick up food and surprise the boys during their practice?” Lia hadn’t spent a lot of time at the company, there wasn’t really a need for her to. She didn’t work there and always felt a little awkward when she came up there by herself. She had a badge and all her credentials, but she felt awkward and out of place.

“I think that would work pretty well, I have the day off but those damn kids have been bugging me again. I might pop into their practice for a few minutes while we are there,” Lyra had grown rather close to her children as she had dubbed them despite the age difference not being that huge.

“Yeah, I thought with how clingy Hongjoong and Seonghwa were this morning they might want some extra company since they were set to be there pretty late,” Lia stopped talking for a second as they walked outside and were blinded by the power of the sun. Neither of them had the desire to drive in Korea just yet, so for most things, they settled on walking.

“Should we ask them what they want for a late lunch?” Lyra had pulled up a map of some of the restaurants in the area that they would pass on their way to KQ. There were a couple of food spots they had become familiar with but the boys had their own favorites, Wooyoung especially loved introducing both of the girls to different Korean dishes.

“Do you want to call and see what they want,” Lia was leading the way toward the company. Lyra nodded before pulling out her phone to call Hajoon, not wanting to interrupt the boys. They began to move a bit slower, multitasking like this was something Lyra was bad at.

Lia wanted to act like nothing was going to change but the fact of the matter was that everything was going to be different. This would have changed everything even if idol life didn’t come into play but that was just another added stressor.

“You good with chicken, Yeosang won rock, paper, scissors again,” Lia nodded her head in response to Lyra. She had been her rock through the whole thing, going to every appointment, even getting her different meals when something turned her stomach or even holding her hair when the morning sickness was too much to bear.

“You’re awfully quiet today, pretty. Are you feeling okay?” Wooyoung was being gentle with her, stroking the ends of her hair and making sure she had more than enough food from their lunch. The boys were more than happy when they walked through the doors about fifteen minutes ago. They were all spread out in the practice room, munching and relaxing while they had the chance.

“This is just a lot, and I feel like i’m going to ruin everyone's lives,” Lia was doing her best not to cry, honestly she felt as though she spent more time crying in the last couple weeks than not. The combination of the tears and the food she had just swallowed made her stomach turn and she was out the practice room door in seconds.

The bathroom was just down the hall and soon enough the sound of her retching was filling the women's restroom. She let her forehead on the rim of the toilet, as gross as the whole thing was, and let the tears drip. The hormones passed and she could feel her phone buzzing in her back pocket, no doubt everyone was looking for her. Time to pull it together, at least until she was back in the practice room. Crying in there seemed like a right of passage.

As nasty as she felt about being that up close and personal with the toilet, she refused to admit it to anyone living or dead that she had done that. Lia turned on the faucet before washing her hands and face with cold water, when she was patting her face with a paper towel the bathroom door opened.

“Sorry, Ly. I’ll be out there in a second.”

“Take your time, It’s no problem we just wanted to know where you were. I thought you would probably be rushing this way,” Lyra patted her back softly and gave her a slight hug before letting her know that she’d be in the practice room with everyone else when she was ready.

After gathering her courage, Lia decided that she would head back to the others after making a pit stop at the vending machine. She wanted something cold and carbonated to help settle her stomach. It was rather close to the practice room anyway. She was in her own little world when someone walked up behind her.

“You shouldn’t be here.” The words hung in the air, Lia didn’t immediately recognize the voice and they spoke too fast for her to pick up every word.

“Excuse me,” Lia was less than pleased when she turned to find Yerim standing behind her. She wasn’t blind to the friendship that had been forming between her one female soulmate and the young manager. She wasn’t a huge fan thus far, she had seen a few times now where Yermin had blown Lyra’s phone up. It tended to happen when they were all trying to spend time together.

Yerim looked at her as if she was stupid before speaking once more, “You. Do. Not. Belong. Here. You and all of your problems make everything so much harder for all of us, don’t you get that.”

Lia understood her clear as day now. She really was just an uber bitch, huh? Before Lia even got the chance to open her mouth to respond, she felt a gentle hand on her arm.

“What did you say to her?” Jongho’s grip was gentle on her arm but his voice was harsh in a way that almost caused her to jump. Stepping from her side, he came to shield her from the harsh manager.

“I-” Yerim stuttered for a second before gathering herself, “She does not have a badge on. No ID, she cannot be in this part of the building. That’s all I mean.” Her little lie wasn’t convincing for anyone involved.

Jongho had never really liked the youngest manager and was less than pleased with her behavior towards his girls. She was too clingy to Lyra, Lia hadn’t been the only one to notice the spam texts or when she would randomly interrupt not only Lyra’s English lessons but also her breaks when she would try and visit the boys or they would come to her. He didn’t consider himself a jealous man but when it came to his soulmates, he was always on high alert and hated to admit that he didn’t want anyone else taking any of their attention. They all belonged to him and he to all of them, everyone else could screw right off. There was only room for Ateez, his girls, and Atiny in his life, not this bitch in front of him.

“Well. She’s with me and her badge is in her bag in the practice room. It’s Lia, remember, you’ve been kind enough to pick her up for us. She’s our soulmate remember,” Jongho was calling her stupid in all but words, everyone knew who the girls were. All staff were more than aware at this point and even though Lia was at the company significantly less, that didn’t make her a stranger.

“Yes, bu-”

“Maybe your memory is going, don’t worry i’ll let Hajoon hyung know you’re struggling and maybe he can lighten your workload some,” Jongho had decided the conversation was over, guiding Lia back toward the practice room with steam practically rolling off of him.

“I’m so sorry, pretty. She doesn’t have the right to say anything like that to you.” Jongho was a bit flustered at this point, red in the face from anger. He was doing a silent check over her from head to toe.

“That was one of the most sexy things I think I have ever seen you do. And I have seen you walking around in nothing more than your boxers which is pretty fucking hot,” Lia was back to her old self in an instant, making Jongho a different type of flushed as he ushered her back into the practice room. Their other soulmates were way too loud as always.

“Yunho, I’m telling you. I can’t dance, especially shake my ass,” Lyra was in tears with laughter at the sight of Yunho and Mingi trying to show her how to ‘drop it low and work it’ as they had put it.

“Lia! Come here, pretty, I bet you can shake some ass can’t you or better yet let Wooyoungie teach you.” Wooyoung pulled her over to the chaos of their life. Her phone dinged as they all made it to the group.

“Work email?” San asked very tempted to look over her shoulder, the man was nosy what could he say.

Lia took in a deep breath upon reading the email. It had only been a few hours, she expected the results to take nearly all night. But low and behold, an email with the paternity of the child forming inside her was right there.

“Oh Hongjoong, I-'' Lia was going to cry again, god damn it. She had just stopped crying, pregnancy was overrated

“What? What;s wrong?” Hongjoong was now on high alert thinking the worst, had a saesang gotten her work email, or had someone died.

“We’re going to have a baby Kim in early 2023.”

And that is the story of how Hongjoong passed out in the practice room while not practicing. I’m just joking with you all, he passed out after Wooyoung started running down the hall trying to tell everyone the ‘happy baby news.’

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 10 months

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Kagaya Please Save Us

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,307

Summary: The sun comes up faster during the Mugen Train incident, leading to Akaza stealing Rengoku’s cape to cover himself with to run away from the sunlight. So, naturally, Rengoku makes a group chat.

Warnings: Innuendo (mentioned only), Death (meantioned), Cursing, Torture (mentioned), Caps, Sex (inferred only) let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 1: The Cape Incident

5:15am

Rengoku has created a chat

Rengoku has added 11 people to the chat

Rengoku has renamed the chat to ‘I Stole Your Number Because You Stole My Haori Where Is It?’

Akaza: I feel like that was angled at me.

Rengoku: It most certainly was. Where is my family heirloom?

Akaza: …

Akaza: Um.

Sanemi: Tell him demon scum!

Akaza: Oh shut up and get therapy.

Akaza: I have it with me still.

Tengen: Why does he even have it?

Rengoku: What?

Akaza: Why do you think?

Tengen: Please tell me you’re not sleeping with a demon. I know you understand demons have a conscience, but come on, that’s pushing it a bit far.

Rengoku: What?

Akaza: What?

Sanemi: I swear to god, if you two are screwing I’m going to scream as loud and long as I can.

Akaza: better start screaming then.

Kagaya: I can hear Sanemi screaming from inside. What did you do?

Kagaya: Nevermind, Amane read me the backlog. Rengoku please tell me you aren’t.

Rengoku: We are not sleeping together!

Tengen: Proof.

Rengoku: I have never and will never share a bed with a demon! We were fighting after the train and he stole my haori and ran off with it when the sun came up. I would like my family heirloom back, Akaza!

Mitsuri: Do you want us to kill him orrrr…

Rengoku: No! Do not kill my sparring partner! I just want my haori back!

Akaza: When the sun goes back down, I will give it to you. Unless, of course, you’d like to come to my house and take it.

Obanai: You of all people have a house?

Akaza: I’m not a heathen, Obanai. Yes, I have a house. I’m visiting it currently, taking care of my son, of course.

Sanemi: You have a fucking kid? Demons can have fucking kids!?

Kagaya: It’s not unheard of but not common. Demons can have children with each other as well as humans if their hunger is able to leave the human alive. -Amane

Giyu: That is a horrifying idea, thank you.

Shinobu: So who had the misfortune of breeding with Akaza of all creatures?

Sanemi: Probably a sad pathetic lower rank girl. Poor girl.

Akaza: I did not ‘breed’ with anyone! My son is a demon that I turned soon after he died. I felt bad, he didn’t have parents and Muzan had sent Takeo to bring him and his twin to him. They were potentially powerful given their bloodline and Muzan wanted that bloodline in our ranks. Apparently Takeo thought it was funnier to try to kill them both and got himself killed by the younger one. I was sent to check on his progress because it had been a while, found my kid dead and took him with me. I assume that he ate the younger twin but I’ve kept the older twin safe for four years now.

Muichiro: What is that fucker’s name!?

Kagaya: Oh no.

Akaza: Yuki? I renamed him. Muzan allowed it for once since mine was the first bit of demon blood he got.

Shinobu: Ooooooh no.

Muichiro: WHAT WAS HIS NAME!?

Akaza: He wouldn’t tell me his name, I think he forgot it. But he kept screaming ‘Mui’ when he woke up. And he started mumbling about ‘Yui’ when I asked again.

Obanai: Oh, now you’ve done it

Muichiro: GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER!

Akaza: Listen, I have to go get fucking killed. Can this hashira drama wait?

Rengoku: No! Give me back my heirloom!

Muichiro: GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER!

Akaza has dropped a location

Akaza: There. It’s with my kid. Be nice to him, he gets aggressive when he’s hungry and I haven’t made breakfast yet.

Kagaya: I was assuming he was a demon?

Akaza: Oh he is. Demons can eat still as long as they don’t do it too often. Yuki likes eating once a day in the morning, I eat human food once a week. Since he’s younger, Yuki’s body can handle it more frequently than mine can.

Muichiro: HIS NAME IS YUICHIRO!

Akaza: Buddy, I didn’t know his name, he didn’t remember by the time he changed. I named him Yuki and that’s what he responds to by now. If you want to, you can try to call him Yuichiro but I doubt that stubborn kid would accept it.

Rengoku: Come, Muichiro! We shall retrieve my haori and you can talk to your brother!

Muichiro: Fiiiiiiine

Akaza: Finally, I can go die. Take care of my kid, please. I may actually not survive this.

Kagaya: Why may you not survive this? What is ‘this’?

Akaza: I have to go tell Muzan that 1 I didn’t kill the kid with hanafuda earrings, 2 I didn’t end up killing a hashira because the sun tried to get me, 3 his little horny boy Enmu died, and 4 I didn’t find that damn flower.

Akaza: In short, he has four reasons to take my soul out of my body, drag it through hell, rip every cell apart, put my soul back into my body, wrap me up mummy style with wisteria and bury me thirty foot under.

Sanemi: Yeah right like he would kill his upper ranks.

Akaza is now offline

Kagaya: Oh, he absolutely would kill his upper ranks.

6:32am

I Stole Your Number Because You Stole My Haori Where Is It?

Rengoku: @Akaza Are you dead?

Akaza is now online

Akaza: I feel like it. Please end me. Just…Just come with your sword, kill me.

Rengoku: Why? What did he do?

Akaza: Look at me and ask me again.

akaza: ifeellikedeath.jpg

Rengoku: My god, you look like Enmu ran you over.

Akaza: I feel like Enmu ran me over.

Rengoku: I will not kill you, however. I do care about your health, despite you trying to either kill me or convert me. So I will be nice and help you while Muichiro and Yuki are out getting food.

Akaza: Yuki is out? In the sun?

Rengoku: Muichiro has him in clothing that covers his whole body. He should be fine.

Akaza: Fine. I am begging you to kill me but fine.

Shinobu: What did he even do to him?

Akaza: He rubbed wisteria in my eyes and mouth. I’m suffering. I can’t even speak. Tell my son I love him.

Muichiro: No.

Shinobu: Fiiiiiiiine, I’m coming with a wisteria antidote. Fuck you, Rengoku for the private message threatening my life and bribing me with money to come help you.

Rengoku: Love you, Shinobu.

Shinobu: I hate you. Pay me the fifty bucks, Rengoku.

Rengoku: It’s waiting for you.

Akaza: Why are you paying for my health?

Rengoku: Because I do want to spar with you, even if I don’t become a demon.

Akaza: You are a mystery to me and I hate it. I don’t understand you.

Tengen: He’s an enigma, we’ve simply accepted that he will go full chaos mode at any opportunity.

Rengoku: Why were you missing on the train, Tengen? I never got to ask you.

Sanemi: Probably busy with his wives again.

Tengen: What!? No!

Muichiro: Miss Suma said they were busy all night.

Tengen: WHAT!?

Muichiro: Yeah, I tried to visit and ask but he was screaming so I think Miss Makio and Miss Hinatsuru were torturing him.

Kagaya: Oh my god, no. Muichiro, I really don’t want to give you the birds and the bees talk. Please don’t make me.

Muichiro: Oh, Yuki is explaining it now.

Muichiro: I think I’m scarred for life. Thank god I’ll forget this in a few hours.

Tengen: I’m not living this down am I?

Kagaya: Absolutely not. You and your wives will apologize for scarring him immediately.

Tengen: I literally did nothing!

Kagaya: Except scream apparently. And I don’t think any of us want to know why.

Tengen: …No, no you don’t because of the kid in here.

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thebiscuiteternal · 4 months

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Okay, sending the picture doesn't work, sorry about that, so:

Anything for the Au where Meng Yao gets snatched up by a wen solider, works his way up and is one day 'rewarded' by wen Ruohan who has Nie huaisang sent to his room?

Ah, yeah, nonnies can't send images. Submitted images require a name attached too, but with that I can at least edit you to be anon in the actual post. Totally understandable if you'd rather not, however, no push.

(note: I originally had an opening conversation between Meng Yao and Wen Ruohan for this, but my WRH "voice" felt... slightly off. Not up to my standard. I didn't want to extend your wait while I fought with it, so I might try revising it another time.)

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By the time he opened the door to his room, he had gone through over two dozen possibilities for what this 'mystery present' could possibly be-

-and what he found was not any of them.

He put a hand over his mouth to keep any sound of surprised dismay from escaping, lest someone be listening in where he couldn't see them, then stepped into his room, closed the door, and immediately pressed a silencing talisman to the seam before approaching his bed.

Where there was a boy tied to one of the posts.

Almost immediately, his mind began instinctively taking an inventory of information. Which was good. As long as it was occupied doing that, it wasn't panicking.

First off, the clothing that bore all of the hallmarks of the Nie sect- captive, an important one, clearly, yet sent here instead of the Fire Palace.

The overall ragged state of his hair- clearly pulled more than once in a struggle- and the painful looking bruise that spread down from his left temple over his cheekbone- a favorite knockout tactic for attempted escapees.

Gingerly, he lifted the boy's chin, and estimated that they weren't that distant in age, maybe two or three years at the most.

As he continued his examination, his unexpected... guest made a faint little disoriented moan, eyes fluttering open just enough for him to see they were a vivid pale green before they closed again and the boy once again went slack in his bindings.

Meng Yao took a very slow, deep breath and let it out.

Then did so again.

The number of Nie family members who were in or close enough to the central bloodline to inherit that eye color could be counted without running out of fingers, which, put together with the other things he'd made note of, meant he'd been handed none other than the brother and heir to the sect leader currently leading the war against his own.

He had heard quite a bit about the Brothers Nie since he'd first come under the direct command of the Undying Sun. Wen Ruohan's opinions and feelings about them wandered the entire gamut from 'upstarts to be crushed under heel like bugs' to 'wayward children who merely needed to be taken well in hand," depending entirely on his mood at the moment he happened to be -frequently- thinking about them.

One of his very few requests of his sect leader was that he be allowed to keep his job and his home entirely separated, so given that... that Nie Huaisang had been sent here, it seemed that Wen Ruohan's opinion was currently in the 'wayward child' category.

Which didn't exactly make things easier for him, since, again, it could change at any time. For all he knew, this was anything from a genuine gift to some kind of test.

He sighed and rubbed his head.

Alright.

He would simply -as if anything about the situation he'd been handed was simple- focus on 'for now,' to prevent giving himself a headache.

For now, this was intended as a gift.

One to be taken care of, akin to a surprise puppy.

He could do that.

Maneuvering into a position that would make it easier to catch Nie Huaisang once he was no longer bound, he pulled a knife from his sleeve and went to work on the ropes. When the last came free, Nie Huaisang slumped forward into his arms.

Huh.

He was a lot lighter than expected.

Filing that away in his mind in case he needed it for later, Meng Yao managed to get him laid out on the bed with very little difficulty.

He was not, however, a fool, so before he resumed examining for other injuries, he tied both of Nie Huaisang's hands back to the bed post.

By the time he was done, he'd found a handful of other bruises -though none as serious as the blow to the head- and some minor scrapes, as well as a qi-slowing sedative that would need to be burned out of Nie Huaisang's system.

And then it would just be a matter of figuring out what to do once he woke up.

#mdzs #jin guangyao #nie huaisang #fanfic #no sangyao yet but we all know it would go there eventually

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thatwithiniswithout · 1 year

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Daydreamin' // Secondo x Sister of Sin!Reader

18+ naughty papa daydreaming about a particularly interesting sister

He knew better than to allow his eyes to take you in so obviously as he did, but truly part of him assumed you wouldn't notice. From the moment you entered the Abbey you were incredibly difficult to read. There were moments your energy was as warm as the sun, gently guiding around the children or pruning the various plants littered throughout the entire property. There were moments your eyes were as heavy and cold as a steel blade, warning those threatening the ones under your protection to back off or face Lilith's rage.

It took a moment for Papa to even consider his interest in you as anything beyond intellectual. He's seen many types of Sisters come and go, but you seemed to be all of them wrapped into one. Sunny and soft and nurturing, frigid and stinging and wild. He wasn't the only one who's interest you peaked, either. His brothers too noticed your unidentifiable nature, yet Secondo seemed to be alone in his wanting to have you underneath him because of it.

Then began his game. When it came time for confessional, he asked one of his little birds to find your preferred schedule. No one but you batted an eye when he stopped holding his confession during the day, but you were never able to get a straight answer as to why. Moments shared with him in this silence and darkness were always far more tender than you would have expected, yet the second 'Nema' passed your lips his words would freeze again. He constantly pulled you in bit by bit, dodging what he could of your questions, only to return to normal the second your eyes began studying him.

Whenever Terzo required a Sister, he was first to volunteer you. Keeping you close, yet distant enough to toy. Soon Sister Imperator grew impressed by the sheer amount of times she heard your name, and eventually, you became her intermediary right hand. The Papas surprisingly listened to you, the Ghouls respected you, and your fellow Siblings enjoyed you. These were all feats in Sister's eyes.

Despite your popularity among the Church's higher ups, you had nary an inclination any of them thought of you until you found yourself summoned by Terzo on almost a daily basis. You simply didn't care. The Abbey was your home: where you learned and laughed and cried and sinned. The circles you acquired along the way were your families, and there was nothing in the world to intimidate you surrounded by family.

Especially Secondo.

You knew his reputation; you knew he commanded respect in all facets.

Yet, every time his eyes met yours to warn against your lashing tongue during mass, the urge to defy him would bubble within your chest. When his finger met his lips, signaling a congregational moment of silence and contemplation, it took a great deal of self restraint not to stare directly into his soul.

Yes, you played your own games with him too, but you always assumed you were beneath his station to entertain. And how wrong you were, it seemed. With his eyes tracing your body over the brim of his glass as you clicked over to fill it, that same feeling from mass began to bubble once again.

He knew better than to let his eyes take you in so obviously, but the spirit in your own only stoked the fire in the pit of his stomach the wine had lit. All night you dutifully filled everyone's cup, not allowing a single one to run dry. A single one but his. He watched as the neck of your decanter graced everyone's glass but his own, a much younger and greener sister had done so without question. It seemed almost purposeful, a dare. You could easily deny any accusations, but the way your eyes trailed down from his to the emptying glass on his lips he knew better.

Lucifer, how he knew better.

He knew better than to allow his hand to trail just past his hardening cock under the table at the height of festivities. He knew better than to signal you closer as you confidently filled his cup. He knew better than to request your presence at his door after the feast. He certainly knew better than to caress the inside of your wrist with his lips as you turned to leave him wanting.

Yes, he found himself wanting nothing more than to see behind the mask you so prettily wore. You were adaptable, much like Lilith herself. You were a fire of passion burning within a body as beautiful as the Full Blood Moon. And he desired nothing more than to add fuel to your flame and burn down to ash with you.

Oh how he imagined your encounter. The clashing of will and tongue, the satisfaction he would feel the second your lips wrapped around his...

"Fratello, your eyes are as large as the pit Omega crawled out of," Terzo chuckled as he pulled his brother's attention from your figure, "If you do not fuck the dear Sister then someone else is going to do it for you."

He was right, of course, but Terzo was the last of which Secondo wanted to speak of such matters. Still, he too noticed the glances shared between his brother's beloved Fire Ghoul and you. Papa Emeritus II would not accept defeat unless you yourself waved off his advances.

Unashamedly, his eyes fucked you first, for everyone to see. His mind remained full of you bare and shaking beneath him, bare and bouncing on his cock chasing your own release, bare with his hand wrapped around your throat so he could feel himself inside of you. His mind never wavered, not once until your hand outstretched to him asking for a dance.

"Would you grace this sinner with a dance, Papa," you cooed, eyes shining with something he couldn't quite place.

Who was he to deny such a beautiful creature? Taking your hand, he pulled you close as he led you to the floor. Surrounded by the clergy was not exactly where he would have liked to feel your skin against his, but he couldn't find it in himself to waste this opportunity.

He held you against him as you swayed to the piano, eyes undoubtedly on the two of you. His eyes studied your features, a softness you found only in the quiet of confessional wrapped in the heat of lust. Your body was more than receptive, easily following his lead.

It was not unheard of for the Papas to dance with Siblings of office, but the second Emeritus brother was not a regular partaker. The warmth spreading along your cheeks throughout your limbs was undeniably carnal in nature. The way his hands held your skin made you want them to hold you differently, in private, just as carnally as you felt. You pleaded him with your eyes, not daring to break the silence between you.

Lucifer, how you wanted this man you fuck you.

Papa saw the look in your eyes fill with desire, a sight he would not soon forget. To see such a willful woman beg him so readily and quietly filled his chest with pride. Yes, he would fuck you, but not until much later.

As the song came to an end, he brought your hand to his lips. A buzzing settled itself into your bones as he parted with a smirk. No one would know the fire that burned between you, but you knew what was waiting for you to pluck like the fruit of knowledge.

#secondo #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #the band ghost imagine #the band ghost

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blueberrypancakesworld · 10 months

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Strawberry field

warning : fluff, tiny comfort, kiss, implied secret relationship, cheating, having feelings for eachother

Samuel Lafferty x fem reader

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The warm summers in Utah were long, tough and warm above all. Besides the normal things to cool off like ice cream, a fan, swimming or just escaping into the shade. There were also the sun worshippers and beach goers who just looked forward to the sun and the tan - a good day at the beach. Or a day in the cool house with the family playing board games.

Whatever you did, there was always something to spend. Or you went to an ice cream parlour and bought an gelato, to the lake for a swim or just to walk around it. Or just jumping into your own cool pool, there really was a lot to do - at first glance everyone seemed to be having fun.

But then there was Y/n, the young saleswoman/cashier at the large field of strawberries at the edge of the town, which adjoined the whole field and stood there. Under the small shelter that looked like a big red strawberry and showed a sign with prices and opening hours.

Although she almost died from the heat and her vision showed once too many strawberries, she was still quite stable. Even though the movement to the baskets she handed to the shoppers was now automatic. Just like the collecting and weighing before she hid the visitors from the consumers with a ,,I hope you like them".

As well as removing a spider from small children or helping them up and shouting at them when they stepped on the strawberries. ,,Only two more hours" she muttered as she looked at her watch and sighed for the hundredth time as the sun seemed to torment her even more.

But her colleagues had also finished their shift an hour ago and she was left behind. ,,Only for a tenner more" she grumbled and inwardly slapped herself on the forehead that she had let herself be persuaded to do the extra shift. It was just too hot and too much and definitely too many kids.

Laying back down at the wooden counter and drinking her soda, which was already warm, she almost choked when she saw Samuel Lafferty coming towards her with his daughters in tow. Thank you dear sun for bringing him here she prayed to the celestial body as she felt her senses seem to go out of control.

Concentrating on him and completely blocking out the screaming children. She hadn't really gotten over him since she had to look after his children. It might have been a little more than a crush, but this one was unexpected, wasn't it?

Smiling at him, she straightened up slightly from her tired posture and leaned forward slightly. ,,Good day Samuel, how are you?" she asked and already had three baskets in her hand which were taken from her by his children who did not listen to their father and just ran off.

,,Little beasts as you can see we are doing too well" he mumbled with a chuckle and looked after his children before turning to her and taking out his wallet. ,,And yet we love them," she replied and saw his smirk as his bright blue eyes caught hers before she took his money and gave him a basket as well. Just as she was about to take her hand back, he suddenly held it more firmly.

It was not painful, but rather friendly, engaging. Caring. ,,How about I pay you a ten more and then you come and pick strawberries you have to get back before you get here so one round?" he asked and gave her a smile even though there was a hint of excitement in his eyes as if he was just waiting for a suitable answer.

,,I don't know," she mumbled and looked around the shelter as if her boss was standing there watching her. ,,Come on, it'll be fun," she heard his voice before a defeated smile spread across her face and she came out of the shelter before standing next to him and the two of them walked behind the children.

She felt her gaze land on him again and again his hair, which he had tied into a braid, had lost a few strands that played around his face. Not here, she admonished herself as she suppressed the urge to brush the strand of hair from his face and began to pick a few strawberries with him.

Choosing the most beautiful among the remaining ones left behind, she put them one by one into the small basket. She heard him murmur a song she had already heard him sing. Together with his family in the church, she had only gone because of him.

But every damn minute had been worth it. To have received the body from him, to put the plate on her tongue, not breaking eye contact, and to drink the wine from the chalice he held out to her. A pleasant shiver of memories came over her as she thought back to the many services.

Looking at Samuel he saw him looking at a relatively large, well-formed strawberry, his fingers lightly rolling it back and forth before he murmured, ,,You look good," before gently placing the strawberry in his basket and Y/n seriously considered for a moment whether it was still about the strawberry or something else entirely.

Agreeing with him, the two continued to collect strawberries before they heard the happy laughter of the children running back to their father who greeted them happily. ,,Well then, let's go back," he announced, carrying all the baskets with him, even if a little crookedly, but still with a proud smile.

The first few metres, on the other hand, went well. Well, except that the cry of one of his children jolted him out of concentration so that he didn't see the root on the ground in front of him and took a lunge.

Before some of the inherited berries scattered on the ground. After realising that his children were fine, he sighed and knelt down to put the strawberries back into the basket. Y/n didn't waste a second before she knelt down and helped put the strawberries away, earning a ,,Thank you my dear" from Samuel.

In a typical cliche, they both grabbed a strawberry at the same time and neither really knew who to let go. ,,Thanks again for doing all this," he said suddenly, handing the heirloom to her even though a fonger remained on her hand for a moment longer than was necessary.

Watching him rise and help her up, she replied, ,,Sure, I'd be happy to do it for you and the others". Before the two of them looked at each other one more time before they went back towards the beginning and with it the shelter.

Adding her own basket to the ones already there, she stood behind the trusses and began to pack the earth berries. Completely absorbed, she watched Sammuel look at another strawberry and then ate it.

How do I become a strawberry? she asked herself before she turned back to packing, shaking her head slightly. ,,Say, sweetheart, how would you like to babysit again like you did back then?" he asked, leaning slightly on the wood and leaning forward, the smell of wood and leather coming clearly to her.

And once again she felt the connection flash. ,,Of course, when should I come?" she agreed, already feeling the anticipation of not only taking care of his enchanting children again, but also of being with him indirectly.

Slight surprise showed on her face as he came closer and closer. ,,Tonight would be best and well...I would like to reward you with a dinner in a restaurant" he spoke more calmly but not full of shame.

On the contrary, he seemed more than sure of himself. No direct payment but a meal alone with him she thought and the smirk on her lips seemed to please him more and more.

She felt his fingers go to a strand of her hair and twirl it slightly before he slid his fingers down her arm to her hands. ,,I'll take that as a yes...see you later my dear" he mumbled.

In a moment when they both seemed alone he kissed her hand gently before taking the strawberries and giving her one last loving look before walking back to the car with his children. ,,A date how scandalous" she muttered as she realised that the normally devout Samuel Lafferty was anything but. No, he was a sinner in his lust eaten inerem. And she was his sin that wanted him all the more.

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@707otto , @roryculkinsbf thought you too might like it

#under the banner of heaven samuel lafferty #under the banner of heaven #samuel lafferty #samuel lafferty x reader #rory culkin #fluff #strawberry #field #tiny comfort #kiss #on the hand #hand holding #implied secret relationship #cheating #having feelings #mutual feelings

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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What about a Yan!Sun and Moon with a darling who is an older sibling to a kid in the daycare, and the kid is the “play with me big sis” type whenever they get dropped off, so when YN has nothing to do that day they play with their sibling. This attracts Sun naturally and it soon reaches a point where he never wants reader to leave (practically begging them to stay for one more round) even when the little one says something that resembles this to him “she needs to go, she’ll be back!”

This seems to lean more towards Sun, but I'll see what I can do. Animatronic or Android, does not matter.

Playtime

Yandere! Daycare Attendant Short

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere-like behavior, Attempted abduction, Obsession, Robot gaining sentience, Slight possessive behavior, Delusional behavior, Slight stalking, Invasion of privacy.

The first time you brought your little sibling to the daycare you weren't expecting to be kept there. Yet your sibling begged you to play with them. So, sometimes, you were forced to sit and watch them.

There was a set of tables overlooking the daycare but that simply wasn't enough for them. They wanted you to be in the daycare with them. Which, to you, made the purpose of the daycare pointless.

That was the first time you met the Daycare Attendant. The lanky sun-like robot that pranced around the kids all day. You arrive through the doors with your sibling in tow, clinging to you to prevent you from leaving.

It almost unnerved you when the bot turned their face towards you, tilting it before bounding over.

"Oh BOY! New friends! Are you here to play~?"

"They are." You clear your throat before pointing to your sibling.

"No! Both of us!"

"Dear... I have things to do, I can't sit and play all day. I'm too old to be here."

The bot overlooked the conversation between the both of you before jolting up.

"No one's too old to PLAY! Why don't you join for a bit? Just because you're a big kid doesn't mean you can't!"

You're cornered, unable to respond. Actually, yes, it DID mean you could not join. But between the begging sibling and bot, you cave.

"Fine. Just for a little bit."

With that response both the bot and your sibling rejoice before beginning their escapades. You learned the bot went by Sun or Sunny and would always greet him when dropping your sibling off.

For both of them, you promised to be there for a bit before leaving.

Sun developed an attachment towards you the more you came by. Even to the point of begging you to stay longer and longer. You made playtime so much better.

The bot was sure to remember everything about you. Often listening in on conversations between you and your sibling. Even watching you play with your sibling made the bot fawn over you.

You were such a good role model to them. Even if you were a little big to be in the Daycare, Sun found himself wanting to play with you all the time.

Such feelings of adoration to you escalated the more he saw you. To the point he felt even his counterpart felt the same towards you. The begging only increasing even more when you try to leave.

"(Y/N)'ll be back again soon!" Your sibling tries to reassure the bot for your sake. By this point you had visited many times before. The bot's obsession ingrained in his coded mind.

"I KNOW (Y/N) will! But wouldn't it be even more fun if (Y/N) STAYED?"

"Sunny, this behavior is tiring. I need to go and do some things. Why do you think I drop my sibling off here in the first place?"

"We have so much fun TOGETHER! I can't have you LEAVE!"

Just when you're about to turn tail and go, the lights flicker before going out. The Daycare Attendant handler shooting up from their spot before glancing at all the screaming children. Your sibling clings tightly to you while you try to see into the darkness.

"A power malfunction? Why now!?" The handler sighs before looking towards you. "Get your kid out of here while I control this." They then retreat off into the blackened daycare.

You assume they mean the screaming kids and the power until red eyes appear in the darkness.

"Dearest friends... It's time to sleep!"

The voice is much darker than Sun. You have no idea what's going on until the unknown bot blocks your way to the door. Your sibling now whimpering.

"It's Moon...." They whisper

"Who?"

Your question is answered when you use the flashlight on your phone to see what's going on. Just to be met with a spindly bot like Sun, only with a moon-like appearance.

"Nice to meet dearest friend finally! Come! Nap time now~"

You shake your head, holding your sibling close.

"No... Moon- I refuse to be here any longer."

Moon pauses for a moment before growling softly.

"Refuse to sleep? Naughty! Moon may have to MAKE dearest friend sleep!"

Before the bot could lunge towards you, the lights come on. Making the bot fall to the floor. Not taking any chances, you dart out the daycare with your sibling.

Your heart won't stop hammering, you swore you'd faint. Looking down you see your sibling crying softly. You both took quite a scare.

Recovering, you prepare to make your way to the entrance.

"Dearest FRIEND!"

You glance back to see Sun, your stomach feeling sickly.

"You'll be back for playtime tomorrow, right?

You refuse to answer.

#yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf security breach #yandere daycare attendant #yandere sun #yandere moon

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brightlilith · 11 months

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Masterlist Tokio Hotel - Masterlist Connected by music • Tom Kaulitz

December 31, 2022 – Morro de São Paulo, Bahia - Brazil.

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“At night one way, during the day another. This will be the rule until you find your true love's kiss.” – Fiona.

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I felt different, I don't know how to explain it, I just felt it.

Last night, after arriving in Morro, we checked in at the inn and went to the street, we stayed all night in a restaurant eating and laughing, a perfect night I would say.

My parents stayed by my side the whole time, along with Bruce.

Riri didn't show any signs, despite knowing that she was with me every day when I was listening to music while reading a book before bed.

Amelia on the other hand, wanted to tell me something, something that no one knew and was struggling to keep it a secret.

And stopping to analyze it, I realized that I wasn't ready to go back to New York again, my days there were gray and cold, even though Amelia and Bruce had colored my days there more.

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Amélia and I decided to stay at the inn, while the rest of the family was at the beach.

Relaxing in the sun, facing the pool that was completely empty.

We didn't need to talk to not get uncomfortable, it was just me and her.

"All good." Riri appeared abruptly, Amelia and I screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK" We said together.

"I feel like something will happen tonight, I'm not sure, they don't want to say." Riri was wearing a beach hat and sunglasses. "They said no was on my level to know, honestly saw."

Riri lay down next to me in the chair, and relaxed. Amelia and I were still recovering from the scare.

After that we started laughing, Riri looked at us like we were crazy.

Perhaps yes.

"I feel it too, Riri." I said as I leaned back in my chair. "But I don't know what it is either..."

We stayed talking and then we went into the pool, when it was lunch time we got out of the pool, dried off and went to the house we were.

We took turns taking showers, Riri just showed up in her usual "outfit".

I wanted power like that.

We had lunch and went to rest in the room, closed everything and turned on the TV and the air conditioning and put on a movie.

For some reason, I felt connected to this movie.

Midnight in Paris, an incredible film by a writer who travels through the night to the 1920s.

The movie ended and we decided to get some sleep.

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When we woke up, it was 3pm and no one was back yet, we decided to get ready and go out for a bit.

We went to several stores, bought some things for ourselves and some friends for when we return to NY.

And when we stopped to notice, it was 6:55 pm, my mother had called me to let me know that she had arrived, Amelia and I decided to go back.

And when we arrived, Bruce came right up to hug me, which I gladly returned.

We all went to pack the clothes we were going to wear later, after that we sat at a table and the children went to play with other children who were also at the inn.

Some chatted and others played cards.

Amelia and I share a headset while we talk to Riri through the Mp3.

Riri went back to talking to me as if nothing had happened. Ugh, cocky.

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It was a few minutes before 9 pm, we were all at the beach, some were wearing colorful colors, others were champagne and others were white. Some colors represented some things for the coming year.

I wore a mixture of champagne and white.

Champagne: Stability.

White: Peace.

Bruce had an arm around my shoulder, we were talking to some people he and my family met on the beach this morning.

A few women were looking at him, older women. I should feel insecure, not least because he's 15 years older than me.

I'm 32 and he's 47, he didn't look that old, he looked much younger than he really is.

They glared at him, he didn't seem to notice, I put my arm around his waist, they looked at me with envy and I just gave a cynical smile.

"Are you well?" He whispered in my ear, I just smiled sweetly and sealed his lips to mine, telling him I was fine.

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It was 11 pm sharp, I was with my parents, they were nervous, and when it was 11 pm they told me to go to a corner that had a huge rock, there was no one there.

As I was walking there I noticed Bruce with his back to me, I knew he was tense. I didn't know why, or I just didn't want to put the pieces together.

"Bruce?" I whispered his name, I approached and touched his shoulder, we only heard the sound of the sea, so he had heard me.

He relaxed and turned around, he had a bunch of white roses in one hand and a velvet box in the other.

I was paralyzed.

He handed me the bouquet, which I soon took with still no reaction.

He got down on one knee and opened the box, revealing an engagement ring. It was a white gold solitaire ring with 35 stones set with diamonds. I had seen it in the vivara at the airport when we arrived in Brazil.

He seems to have bought it when I wasn't around. As soon as he knelt down and showed the ring, he soon uttered the three words that seemed so simple to say, but so heavy to hear.

"Will you marry me?" Bruce spoke calmly, I could feel a lone tear running down my face...

Shit!

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redtoondevils · 5 months

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Sun saves Moon. Short.

Before the rebooting. Sun walks forward in the wide-open space, "Moon?" He called out, his voice echoing in the distance, he doesn't hear a reply. He looks around, and calls again louder. "Moon?" He paused, then he hears quiet sniffling near him.

He faces towards the sound of the sniffling, and sees Moon turned away at a distance sniffling. Sun looked at Moon, and sighed softly then carefully approached him.

He stood there, waiting for him to reply...After a few moments, Moon slowly turned his head at an angle to face Sun, but his eyes still looked away. "What do you want?" he hissed, catching his breath.

"I've come to help you." Sun tells him, and Moon looked away angrily, starting to resent his friend. "Now you understand me? You were never there for me, you were there for yourself!" He say's bitterly. Sun stepped forward a little, coming forward to acknowledge him.

"Moon! That is not true! I do care about you, I was concerned for you when the employees left the generators on! I thought about you all the time to keep you alive! This must not continue on like this! It's not healthy for the both of us!" He reasoned.

Moon felt strong sorrow build up in his face when he heard that, but he wasn't satisfied with Sun's answer yet. His lip trembled, and he took a shaky sigh..."I alway's felt alone though...I felt like I was not Important! You...You feared me! That tells me, that you weren't concerned about all that much!"

Sun looked down, and admitted the times where he was afraid of him, and didn't like what he did. He bit that aside, and said quietly. "I never gave up on you..." Moon felt overwhelmed with his emotions, and bursted into tears. Sun came into his space, and opened his arms to hug him.

But Moon turned away, "Get away from me!" He cried, with tears falling from his face, blurring his vision. Sun, grabbed his arms, and secured them together trying to hold Moon. Moon pushed his arms forward, knocking Sun back with force. "I SAID GET AWAY-!" 'Hic'. He spluttered, his cheeks burning red with the crying.

Sun came into Moon's space again, and grabbed his face, looking at him with tears in his eyes too, while Moon looks into Sun's eyes too scared, and confused as he held his hands around his wrists, and squeezed them tightly with his fingers. "I...Said..." Moon started, choking up on his words.

Sniffling harder. "LISTEN TO ME! YOU ARE JUST AS IMPORTANT! WE'RE BOTH IN THIS TOGETHER! YOU ARE NOT ALONE! YOU ARE KNOWN MOON! YOU ARE KNOWN! THE CHILDREN LOVED YOU! AND YOU LOVED THEM! I AM YOUR FRIEND MOON! YOU ARE GOING TO BE OKAY! BECAUSE, I'M WITH YOU! YOU NEED ME! WE NEED EACH OTHER!"

Moon chocked up after hearing Sun's words and fell into his arms. "Sunny!" He wailed, crying and holding onto him tightly, than never before. "Shhhh, it's okay! I'm here for you!" Sun assured him. Crying too.

Moon held onto him, resting his head in between his inner arm, his tears falling to the digital floor. Sun had his hand behind his head, gently and cradled him, as Moon continued to cry. Allowing him to express his sadness.

Moon sobbed, and sniffled, squeezing tightly, "Shhhh-shhhhhhhh...." Sun hushed. Rubbing Moon's back, and they both hugged for a while. Moon hicked when Sun pulled away by head reach, then looked at Moon. Moon's face is red, and his nose is snotty then Sun say's;

"Would you like to join me?" Moon stared at him unsure, and hicked. Sun waited a little, and said "Come and join me! Then together, we'll never be separated again!", Moon wiped his nose, with his hand. "...Like...Eclipse?" *Hic.* Sun nodded his head, "Yeah!" "...Will I still be known?" Moon asked swallowing.

"We are going to be known together. You will feel so much better!" Moon looked down, still a bit hesitant, then Sun lifted his chin, up to his eyes. "You are going to be fine! If we're together, we'll be as one!" Moon shy's the idea with his point of view, but he agrees. "Okay..." Moon say's.

Then they both pulled into each other into an embrace, then Moon started to glow. He glowed brighter in a white flash, with a blue twinkly sparkle, flowing into Sun.

Then, the light dissolved into him, and suddenly Sun changed. Both of his eyes light up, with this left eye turning yellow, and his right eye turning red.

His skin color split from beige, and yellow patters on his torso and chest being the right side being yellow, and his left side being beige, to grey on the left, and blue to the right.

His left arm, staying beige, and his right arm turning blue with the Moons hand colors. With blue fingertips. His face changed with the crescent Moon turning into a more dull, pale grey color, and his Sun face fading from an orange color to a blueish black color.

And his red and yellow stripy pants, colorized into yellow starry shapes on the top half, with the blue tinge color up top, flowing down fading gently back down to the yellow and stripy patters that still show the Sun's patterns down to his legs.

Then once their whole, the room dissipated back into reality into the daycare. Now as Eclipse, they checked out their hands, in surprise. 'Wow! I look so different now!' Sun thought.

Moon smiled, then he looked back up at Cassie and say's "Happy Birthday!" Eclipse congratulated, and brought Cassie off of the top of the top of the Monkey bar structure, and starts to take her down to safety mounted on the wire.

Then they dropped her off. "See you soon! And have a Fazerrific day!" Moon wished Cassie well, and pulled the doors shut, with force just so they lock together with the bulk of it.

Then he walked behind the counter, and sat down against the wall, and touched the cold floor with his fingers breathing peacefully. The pain has gone away. He is able to think clearly, and wasn't so angry than he felt than before. He felt better, and noticed that he gained another impression about himself. And could feel that Sun calming down too.

"I feel so calm..." He say's then added, "I'm my only person...No control, I can actually get stuff done! But first, I need some time to rest..." He finished, then went into sleep mode. And slept peacefully.

-Finish.

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astrawberrykitsune · 3 months

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Sooo just a little snippet I thought of and had to write it down and get it out of my system. I thought I would share it 😬

Pronunciations:

Eimear - ee-mur

Réitlín - rayt-leen

Eimear tried to convince herself that she just wanted to check on Réitlín. She had been fussy this morning, she just wanted to see if she was doing ok. It definitely wasn’t to see the Daycare Attendant of the Pizzaplex.

Stepping off the elevator, Eimear weaved her way through the crowds. The closer she got to the daycare, the louder the muffled laughter and screams of delight became. As carefully as she could, Eimear opened the door and poked her head through the opening and found herself speechless.

Children ran around, whooping and hollering, playing one game or another. But what caught her eye was Sun. He stood among the children, laughing as they ran around him, with little Réitlín in one arm propped against his side. She watched the older kids, giggling and kicking her little legs. Sun looked down at Réitlín, his permanent smile still present, and said something to her. Réitlín grinned back before plopping her head against his shoulder. He tickled her side, the exact spot she had told him was Réitlín’s weak spot. Her baby squealed in delight, curling further into his neck in an attempt to get away from the wiggly fingers. She proceeded to dissolve into a fit of laughter as she put her tiny hands on his faceplate and gave an equally tiny push. Sun laughed with her before carrying her off to continue playing.

Eimear gave a soft smile, but an ache gripped tighter at her chest. She couldn’t deny that she had thoughts of similar scenes on more than one occasion, but seeing it in front of her eyes was just…

She carefully, quietly, let the daycare door close before Sun or Réitlín noticed Eimear. Réitlín was doing fine, perfect even. Sun would buzz her on her Fazwatch if anything came up anyway.

Eimear shuffled through the crowd, letting it take her as she got lost in her thoughts. Why did seeing Sun holding Réitlín hurt so much? She knew why. Of course she knew why, but even thinking it would make it too real. But the interaction between the two…

It was quieter, she realized. “Probably the only quiet place here right now,” she mumbled. It was just a little corner, tucked away from the majority of the crowds. There was enough noise, though, that she’d be able to follow to find her way again.

Probably.

She flopped on a bench with a groan. What was wrong with her? He…they were an animatronic. A robot. An advanced robot with an advanced AI, but still. It was impossible for something like that to happen for them. For them to have a normal life, let alone a normal life with her, of all people.

She needed to stop the images and scenes that played in her mind. She had to stop.

But they came anyway.

Sun sitting at the kitchen table with Réitlín next to him in her height chair.

Eimear hung her head, hands gripping at her work slack, willing her brain to stop.

Walking into the living room to find Moon asleep on the couch with Réitlín sprawled out on top of him like a starfish.

She could feel her throat tightening and her eyes start to sting. Her hands ran into her hair, grabbing fistfuls. “God, don’t you start. Don’t you dare start crying.”

The tears didn’t listen. They flowed as she watched Réitlín be fussed over by Sun for her first day of preschool, leaving the little girl exasperated.

She gave a wet laugh. She wanted to sob. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw something. She wanted to scream about how cruel fate is. She shouldn’t have gotten so close to the Pizzaplex’s Daycare Attendant. She knew she had a tendency to fall fast and hard.

But how was she supposed to know it’d be for an animatronic?

Her hands slipped from her hair, and Eimear leaned back on the bench. It would inevitably crash and burn, she just didn’t know how things would look on the other side just yet.

Groaning, she ran her hand down her face. “Jesus, Eimear, you’re so screwed…”

“Eimear? Are you ok, hun?”

Well shit, she thought as Eimear turned to look toward the voice.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #sun x reader #sun x oc #sundrop x reader #sundrop x oc #fnaf original character #fnaf security breach oc #fnaf dca #fnaf dca x reader #dca x reader

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hopelessromantic5 · 1 month

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That scene from Peaky Blinders with the nuns but it’s Merlin and Arthur and they DO NOT PLAY ABOUT THE CHILDREN

TW!!! Check the tags!!!!

“Arthur if you don’t do something about it then I will.”

It was the first thing out of Merlin’s mouth when he charged into the King’s chambers that morning, the sun not yet peeking above the horizon.

Arthur didn’t bother looking up from his desk just yet.

“Gods above, what is it now, Merlin?” There was no bite or malice in his tone, any longer. Long chased away by fond exasperation.

“Arthur.”

His head snapped up, to meet his magical manservant’s gaze head on.

It must be severe, whatever the case. Arthur hadn’t heard that tone of voice from Merlin in some years.

The moment the King’s eyes fell on the other man’s face, his whole demeanor changed. Merlin had been crying. His cheeks and eyes were red and swollen but the emotion that resided there was not sorrow.

It was pure rage.

“What is it?” It was quiet and almost soft in comparison to his previous question.

Arthur’s instincts told him to go to Merlin, to comfort him and dry the last of his tears. (The Almighty Emrys hardly ever allows Arthur to witness them. Choosing to suffer alone than trust Arthur not to chastise him. The King knows he was an arrogant fool in his youth, but he thought they’d moved past hiding long ago.) The look on Merlin’s face told him to listen first.

“Do you remember the nuns?” He asked between clenched teeth, jaw flexing.

“The nuns that run the orphanage?”

Merlin nodded once. “A child, who was previously in their care, hung herself last night just outside the gates.”

All the air left the King’s chest. He was on his feet without the thought of doing so.

“What?! How could they have allowed such a thing to happen? Where were they wh- wait, why did she…” he trailed off, as the realization finally landed, and the endless list of unimaginable things that could’ve happened to that child ran through his head, circumstances Arthur couldn’t have dreamed in his worst night terror, things he’d heard coming out of other Kingdoms, acts that when they were relayed to him through word of mouth his blood ran ice cold. (He had a list of names in the locked drawer of his desk, kings and lords and blacksmiths and ladies maids, mothers, fathers, anyone he had ever heard was harming children in their care or even in their vicinity. Their time left on this Earth would not be pleasant, if Arthur had anything to say about it.)

“How old was she?” He whispered, stricken and stumbling back into his chair.

“She was nine summers old. She was funny and outgoing and, as one of the oldest, she made it her mission to make the others feel cared for and seen. And normal.” The raven boy’s stark blue eyes were gazing out the window, looking at nothing at all, eyebrows still furrowed in frustration. He took a big deep breath. “Teresa. Her name was Teresa.” Arthur nodded and channeled as much sympathy as he possibly could into a single look.

“The nuns made her wash with a different soap than everyone else. They would lock her away on sunny days when the others got to play. When she spoke out against this abuse, she got lashes. On her back, on her thighs-“ Merlin was crying again, and Arthur’s vision was blurring, blinking them back. “Arthur, there must’ve been twenty different sets of scars. Wounds healing just long enough to be able to survive when the next ones came…and every time I visited, she told me everything was fine. I never even suspected that she wasn’t being truthful, I was a willfully blind idiot. That brings me back to my initial statement. If you don’t do something about it, I will.”

“Of course we’re going to do something about it. And we’re going to do it now, but we need the round table as guards and also to escort the children to the keep when it’s over.” Arthur was up again, but remained at the desk, making a list and talking at the same time. “We may be forced to have a trial just for appearances, but-“ he stopped, having a thought. “How did you find this out Merlin? You said you never knew…before.”

“Initially, it was Gwen. After Gaius told me she was gone, Gwen came to me and told me that she couldn’t in good conscience keep her suspicions to herself. Gwen and Teresa had been much closer, for obvious reasons-“

“Wait, what obvious reasons? They’re both women?”

Merlin looked confused for the first time in the conversation.

“No, w-“ He searched Arthur’s face and when he only saw more confusion, he said,

“Teresa had dark skin, Arthur, like Gwen and Elyan, I thought you knew-“

“Hold on! Is that why the nuns…” Merlin could only nod, morosely.

Merlin and Arthur were mirroring each other’s untamable rage.

Without another word, the King led them out of the room, in search of Leon.

They sat across a dark wooden table, three nuns on the other side.

“You wanted to speak with us, your majesty?”

“Yes.” Arthur nodded once, hands gripped white on the arm of his chair. Yet his face remained unaffected, the perfect picture of regal grace. Perhaps it was muscle memory to him, Merlin was not blessed with ability to keep his emotions from his sleeve.

“All of us, sire? At 6:30 in the morning?”

“Yes.” The King replied, cool. Merlin began to wonder the room, looking in cupboards and checking drawers. Some of which were locked.

The head nun hissed at him.

“Get away from there, fool, have you lost your mind?”

“I’ll do as I damn well please.” Merlin tosses over his shoulder, yet even Arthur can feel the venom laced into the words.

“We do not use language in the house of the lord.” She appeared to be scandalized.

This halted Merlin’s pilfering, he began to approach her.

“Nor do we ‘find fault in the innocent.’ Yet, you do.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “You fucking do.”

Beside Arthur, Leon looked somewhat worried about his manservant’s intentions. Leon was the last of his knights to be made aware of Merlin’s ‘gifts’, while he was mostly accepting and curious, there was also something else. Arthur couldn’t tell if Leon began to protect he and his men from Merlin, or if he was protecting Merlin from everyone else.

The nun looked from Merlin to Arthur as if waiting for him to be reprimanded by his master.

When there was no sign of it, she sighed and crossed her hands in front of her body.

“May I ask what this meeting is about?”

“The Crown of Camelot is the only reason your orphanage was able to open its doors and feed these children that would’ve otherwise starved. Giving them a place to live when they would’ve otherwise been homeless. You are aware of this, yes, sister?”

“For which we give thanks.” Her eyes were downcast but Merlin saw the hint of panic there.

He stepped in.

“Reports of a most alarming nature have been reaching the King’s ear, Sister Mary.” He circled the three of them like a hawk circling prey. “It seems you and I have similar tempers, yet unlike you, I wait until I’m matched in size.” He practically spit at her as he spoke.

“And whom, may I ask, reported this to the king?”

“No need to worry about that, Sister. I have all the evidence I need. Children, when kept safe and comfortable, will actually say quite a bit.” The King had spoken to a few of the children before arriving here, he sent them to the keep immediately after.

“Who have they spoken to?”

“You’d have them only speak to God?” Merlin offered.

She sent daggers at him with her eyes.

“God be their witness.”

“There is God and then there is the Crown. This is Camelot, we are in Albion. I am much much closer at hand than God.” Arthur smiled but it was villainous, sinister in a way that sends one of the nuns running out of the room.

“We have in this place, children of the worst sort. They lie as easily as breathe.”

“You had a darker skinned child in your care. You made her wash with a different soap.” Merlin was not allowing her to blame those poor children.

“Sire, your own knights’ sins are legend.”

“Our sins?” Leon spoke for the first time. “Our sins, against the beating of children with whips and tree branches? Our sins…our sins against the child who hanged herself for fear of your temper?”

“I do not see how-“

“Oh, you do not see…” Merlin reached over the table and ripped the glasses off her face, slammed them back down on the table, crushing them.

He held her eye.

“Now put them on.” His breathing was heavy. “Put them on your face, or it will be your eyes that are broken.”

After another beat of silence, his voice, quiet yet slicing,

“Please don’t imagine that I won’t use this minute to do it, or that I am afraid of your prayers, or your crosses.”

After a hesitant look around the room, she slowly picked up the crushed frames and placed them back on her face.

“You see the world broken. Like those beaten children will.” Merlin finally backed away from the table and resumed his search of the premises.

“Now look at me.” The King commanded. She did not obey.

“Look at me!” His voice boomed and echoed through the room. She flinched and did as she was told.

“Funding withdrawn. You will leave Camelot, and Albion, if you are smart and I will never see your faces in my kingdom again. Unless you wish to see the full extent of my wrath.” He stood, as did Leon. Looks of absolute disgust on their faces.

“All children will be taken into the care of the crown.”

“You have no say in where the children-“ she was interrupted by the sound of a small, sharp knife its sheath. The point of Merlin’s blade was aimed at her throat.

“If I come for you, and I still might yet decide to come for you, I will bring an army so that you may hear our approach, and have time to repent.”

With that, he left. Following his King right out the door. Never to step foot in that establishment again.

The ‘orphanage’ was permanently moved into the castle, and every child made a ward of a the King. It made the castle alive with youth and laughter.

Merlin and Arthur realized after a few years, that they were practically married, and parents to a hoard of wonderful children. So they were married and the entire kingdom rejoiced.

#merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin and arthur #merthur fic #merthur #Peaky blinders rewrite #tw: child abuse #tw: child suicide

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kiwixlime · 2 years

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Risky Business

L is for Lifeguard

Spending a day at the pool with your best friend is cool. Teasing the hot lifeguard is cooler.

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Female Reader

Warnings: Lil bit of public smut. Just a touch. Porn without plot. I'm sorry, lmao. 18+, Minors DNI

Summer is in full swing. You’re back from college for a few months and ready to spend all your free time with your best friend, Lily. It’s been a while since you’ve hung out just the two of you. And since you both hate summertime, you spend it the only way that seems appropriate. The local pool.

Community pools aren’t your favorite. The massive groups of people, the germs, it all freaks you out. But it’s the only place in town where you can cool down without spending a fortune. And, if you’re being honest, the lifeguard who works on the weekdays is pretty nice to look at.

His name is Sam. And you’ve known him for a while. He’s a few years older than you and Lily. But still immature and goofy. He's not in school and doesn’t have much of a family. You learned early on that he spends all of his time working or traveling.

You don’t know the details of his adventures. You don’t know too much about him, actually. But you like to think you know enough, like the fact that he’s super hot and super friendly. And he's kind of a big flirt, at least when it comes to you.

Nothing has ever happened between you and Sam. He keeps things professional, no matter how much you try to crack him. And trust, you try a lot.

Lily finds it amusing, which is probably the only reason why she keeps tagging along to the pool with you. She’s not a fan of the public, either. But your desperation? That's hard to miss. Swimming is a plus, too.

You both relax on your lounge chairs, sunglasses on, sunscreened up, soaking up that golden sun. You listen to music to drown out the enthusiastic shouts of the children, but you keep it low enough so you can still hear each other talk when one of you has something interesting to say.

It’s not an ideal situation. But being in the sun is already making your mood perk up. So you don't mind it. You’re kind of like a plant, water and sunshine and you feel recharged.

After the stress of finals and being cooped up with your family again, this is just the mini escape you needed. The only thing that would make this moment better would be a large boozy drink from a coconut or pineapple. Or both. You have to shake those thoughts from your head. Unfortunately, you are not at the beach.

And that revelation is reiterated when you hear a child screech and then jump into the pool. You groan as the water splashes you, annoyed that you’ve been pulled from your happy place. Now you'll have to restart your fun little daydream.

Next to you, Lily laughs. And you could just punch her. Brat.

“Still glad we came?” She asks, peering over her sunglasses at you. She has to hold back a grin as you shake droplets from your face like a soaked puppy. The pout on your lips is comical.

“Yes,” you force yourself to say. “That was refreshing. Just what I needed in this hot weather.” You lie.

“Bullshit,” she snorts, but ignores you and goes back to sunbathing. She's lucky you love her. Or you'd have her pushed in that pool within three seconds.

You'd like to join your friend in peace, but as you pat yourself dry, you let your eyes scour the place for Sam. You and Lily have been at the pool for at least an hour now. And you haven’t seen him yet. It would be your luck if today happened to be the day he took off.

At least you get to spend time with your friend and enjoy the summer breeze. That’s more important than a guy, right? Of course it is.

You let out a happy little sigh and settle back into your chair once more. The harsh summer heat sizzles against your skin. But you want to wait and get nice and toasty before going for a dip in the pool. It’s more satisfying that way.

Gentle melodic sounds flow through your earbuds, and you can feel yourself drifting back to your fantasy, ready to pick up where you left off. If you could be anywhere, you’d be on a tropical island, toes in the sand and drink in your hand with Lily hanging out beside you. Maybe Sam can even make a special appearance. You can admit you’ve fantasized about him before - touching you, kissing you, being inside you.

“Damn, you look good,” you can hear him say, and a happy sigh floats past your lips. Even in your dreams, he’s flirting with you. And he smells incredible, like sunscreen and chlorine. Not a romantic smell. But it’s distinct; it’s him. And it all feels so real.

You have to open your eyes to bring yourself back to Earth. But when you do, you nearly scream, startled by Sam’s tall figure towering above you. Fuck, were you actually dreaming? Or has he been here the whole time?

“Sam?” You question, not sure what’s real and what’s not anymore.

“Yeah, babe,” he chuckles. “That’s my name.”

“Weird,” you mumble, shaking away the remnants of your daydream. You sit up and pop your sunglasses off, resting them at the top of your head. Your eyes squint under the blazing sun as you look at the handsome man standing next to you. Sucks to be pulled from such pleasant thoughts. But when the source of your dreams is in front of you, it's not so bad. “Hi,” you grin.

“Hey,” he smiles back, licking his lips as his eyes do a quick sweep over your body. Even though his stare is hidden behind dark shades, you can pick up on what he’s thinking. And your impatient self wishes he would just do something about it already. “Nice bikini,” he smirks.

“Thanks,” you chirp, pushing your chest out and glancing down at your cleavage so you can see the cute floral top that covers your breasts. Sam appreciates the view, focused on the line of sweat shimmering between your tits, wishing he could lick it up for you.

You look up at him with a teasing grin. Your fingers trace over the vivid aqua fabric, pulling at the halter straps that wrap around your neck. Sam watches every tiny movement you make, hypnotized by you and your ability to make anything look sexy. What he wouldn’t give to take that top off with his teeth and touch you everywhere his hands can reach.

“Get a room,” Lily mumbles next to you, obviously interrupted by you and Sam talking. She looks less than pleased at the two of you, annoyed you disrupted her calming time. She looks at you, then to Sam. “Seriously, you aren’t even saying much and I can still feel the sexual tension. Just go bang it out already. Let me tan.”

You gasp, feigning offense. Admittedly, you feel a little mortified by the fierce callout. But you’d be happy to do what she's suggesting and take Sam somewhere to relieve your tensions. It’s not like you haven’t offered. You’ve done everything short of throwing yourself at him. But you have to keep some of your pride, right?

That’s what sets you apart from the rest of Sam’s fanbase. You notice them from the corner of your eye, standing strangely close to the area where you and Lily chose. The only reason they’re hovering is because of Sam. Teenage girls who just want him to notice them. You can relate, but you really hope you aren’t that annoying.

“Another day as a lifeguard,” he rolls his eyes, turning back towards the group of girls and giving them a wave. Just that one simple gesture is enough to have them squealing. He sighs, but he’s used to the girls. The old ones and the young ones. It never ends.

You nod towards the pool as a playful idea springs to your mind. “Want me to jump in and pretend I’m drowning? I can save you from your little fan club,” you suggest. A quick splash in the pool actually sounds amazing right now. And if you can get Sam to dive in after you, well, that’s just a bonus. Oh, who are you kidding? You're just like the rest of them, wanting to see his shirtless chest soaked and glistening.

Sam laughs at your notion. You’re a cute one. And he won’t lie, he likes the idea of saving you. He also likes the idea of seeing you wet.

“Actually," he states, "I kinda want you to pretend to drown so I can give you mouth-to-mouth,” he teases, once again pushing all the right buttons. He always does this, revving you up just to deny you later.

“Why stop there?” You giggle, compelling him more than you usually do. “Mouth-to-mouth, mouth-to-chest, mouth-to…” you trail off, eyes briefly dropping to his swim trunks. “Well, you know," you shrug and put your attention back on his handsome face.

“Cute,” Sam muses as he stares at you, keeping a cool exterior while his insides jumble together in lust and anxiety. You two have been playing this game for a while now. And your comments just now are making it hard for him to keep up his wall. Maybe it’s time he gives in. You both want it. “I’m about to go on break,” he speaks up, shocking you with his confession. Surely he’s not going to… “Meet me by the supply room?”

“Huh?” You choke, bewildered that this is potentially happening. His smile only grows the longer you gape at him. He’s not joking. Okay. Okay, yes. This is what you’ve been waiting for. “Can't wait,” you say.

Sam offers a wink before striding off, his fans following him, completely unaware that he basically asked you to fuck in a closet. You watch him walk away, twirling your hair between your fingers like a little girl with a crush. God, you are just as bad as those other girls.

“Whore,” Lily teases without making eye contact. You hear the playful undertones in her voice, and your smile widens. Quick, you think, pinch yourself to make sure this is real. Your nails dig into your skin for a sharp second, and you squeak, rubbing over the crescent dents in your arm.

Yep, this is real. Holy shit.

You are definitely in a position you never ever thought you would find yourself in. Stuffed in a storage room, bouncing on Samuel Drake’s cock while he mutters sinful things in your ear. Hell, you’re not complaining. This is one of your greatest fantasies. And he’s so much better than any dream you’ve ever had. Bigger, too.

Your legs are wrapped around him tight. He has you pressed against an old shelf containing various pool supplies as he pounds into you harshly. His thrusts are quick and needy, and you’re breathless, trying to match his energy. But he fucks you so well, and he's so fast, you see stars behind your eyelids.

“We should have been doing this already,” Sam grunts, driving into you faster, hitting that delicate spot within you that has you squirming in seconds. Your walls clench around his dick as you let out a gasp and nod your head, the shelf behind you shaking each time your back bangs against it.

“I’ve tried,” you pant, eagerly finding something for your hands to hold on to. You settle for his shoulders, digging your nails into the tanned skin. “You always rejected me.”

“I’m an idiot,” he laughs, holding you by the hips and pulling you against him. You grind yourself on his hard dick, taking as much of him as you can. He's so big and makes you feel so full, that you can hardly catch a breath. “But I was just trying to respect you,” he adds.

“I don’t want you to respect me,” you tell him, biting your lip and holding his intense gaze. You roll your hips in time with his, smothering the embarrassing whimpers that want to rip from your throat. Sam goes from fast to slow. And it has your body tingling with desire. “I…” You trail off, eyes rolling back as he slides into you, filling you to the brim, stretching you with his thickness, creating a pleasurable burn.

Sam smirks and smacks your ass, making you jump a little. He pins you against the shelf, your exposed back feeling every ridge of metal scraping against you as his rough hands grip you tight. “You want me to treat you like the desperate slut you are?” He asks, his eyes dark and sinister and filled with passion. “Baby, all you had to do was ask.”

“Fuck, Sam,” you groan as your foggy mind goes blank. Sam’s touch ignites an intensity within you, and you lose yourself to his movements, desperate to feel all of him all over you. More, you think. Fuck, you need more. “God, don’t stop!” You gasp.

“Say it again,” he purrs into your ear, nipping your lobe with his teeth. “Keep saying it, baby.” His large hand glides down your curves and past the expanse of your skin where your swimsuit should be. He trails down to your thigh and grabs the soft flesh in his palm, hitching your leg up higher so he can drill into you with more force.

“Don’t stop,” you repeat, your words quiet and breathy. “Don’t stop, Sam. Fuck, you feel so good,” you cry out.

Sam smirks and glances down between your sweaty bodies. He licks his lips at the sight of his slick cock dragging in and out of your wet cunt. “Gonna make me cum, babe,” he warns, watching himself disappear inside you. “Can I cum inside you?” He whispers his plea. “Please, baby, I wanna see this pretty pussy leaking with my cum.”

“Christ,” you mumble at his words and the way they make you unravel. “Do it,” you tell him. “Fill me up, Sam. I want your cum.”

“So filthy,” Sam hums as he cups your cheek in his free hand. Your sweaty skin against his palm feels hot, just another memory he can lock away for later when he’s lonely. “I can’t wait to do more dirty things to you,” he smiles. “Will you let me?”

“Uh huh,” you murmur, feeling yourself close to release. “Whatever you want.”

“Oh, yeah?” He chuckles, thrilled by your answer. His actions are getting sloppy, letting you know he's so fucking close. “You gonna let me take you from behind?” He breathes, hot and heavy against your face. “You gonna get on your knees for me? Choke on my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes, Sam, yes,” you reply as heat pools deep in your tummy. “Fuck, I’m close.”

“Me, too, baby,” he admits. His lips hover over yours, teasing with soft touches, enough to make you whimper. “I want to taste you, princess,” he tells you. “I want to bury my head between these thighs, eat you out like no one ever has.”

“Sam,” you moan, pushing back against him. His nimble fingers sweep between you, rolling over your clit with encouraging strokes.

“Cum for me,” he demands, pressing his thumb into you. “Show me how I make you feel. That’s it, good girl,” he praises as you climax, gasping out his name. Your eyes squeeze shut as your release takes over, and Sam watches in amazement at how beautiful you are.

Now that you’ve been satisfied, he feels like he can finally let go, pumping into you once, then twice before cumming, shooting his load deep within your silky walls. He grunts as he cums, burying his face in your neck, breathing in deep the overwhelming scent of sun tan lotion. You're both so lost in each other you don’t hear when the storage room door opens.

Roman, Sam’s friend, and fellow lifeguard, startles you with his groan of disgust. You look up, blinded by the light, and Sam turns his head with you still in his arms. Roman gags dramatically, and it’s then you realize what a sight this probably is. You half-naked and sweaty, wrapped around Sam with his bare ass hanging out of his swim trunks.

“I have so many thoughts,” Roman says with a wrinkled up nose. “But I don’t know where to start. Sam, pull up your pants,” he decides to say.

“Whoops,” Sam blushes and lets go of you. Your wobbly legs find the ground once more, and you quickly redress as Sam covers you with his own body. When you’re both presentable again, Roman thanks you and quickly grabs what it was he needed in the storage. Sam looks at you with a cheesy grin on his lips. “Come see me tomorrow?” He asks.

“Of course, I will,” you poke your tongue out before standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.

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Sam Drake Taglist: @julesclues - @tiredbeebo

#sam drake x reader #samuel drake x reader #sam drake #samuel drake #sam drake fanfiction #sam drake au #uncharted fanfiction

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