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bejeweledblondie · 7 months

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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish Headcannons

A/N: I’m very happy y’all are enjoying these!

Warnings NSFW

• Y’all met while you were on a study abroad program

• You had been returning from a night class & decided to go to the local pub for a pint & some food

• It was another soldier that pointed you out initially but he caught your eye

• “Oi, what’s a wee lass like yourself doin’ all alone in the corner?” (It definitely didn’t come out THAT clearly)

• it took you a minute to process what the hell he had said since his Scottish accent is so thick

• You spent hours chatting in that bar, about your home life, studies, etc. Johnny was limited in what he could tell you about his profession

• The two of you exchanged numbers & on your first date he took you to the Scottish countryside

• The view took your breath away, & he explained the history of his homeland to you (he’s very patriotic)

• You’d FaceTime, call, text etc. once you had to return to your home country

• He was so proud to see you graduate (he knew how hard you worked towards obtaining your college degree)

• He told you he couldn’t go to your graduation due to work (it was a lie)

• He planned out a whole secret proposal with your parents over FaceTime

• imagine your surprise when you saw him after the ceremony

• He proposed in private in your childhood house’s backyard

• You initially got married in the states to be able to live with him due to his military service & start receiving housing

• Y’all had a ceremony & reception at a castle in the Scottish countryside complete with a hand tying ceremony

• Yes, you had a bagpiper at the wedding

• He wore a kilt (are we even surprised?)

• Your garter had his last name on it & was in tartan plaid that matched his kilt (yes you had a garter toss & he was in shock when he saw the garter)

• Y’all got a gorgeous little cottage by the sea & ofc a sheep dog to go with it

• He 100% would be hosting for football matches

• And if you’re American y’all would definitely host a Super Bowl watch party

• I feel like he’d love reality tv (especially 90 Day Fiancé & the Kardashians)

• He has commentary too for every scene

• “what a fooking idiot.”

• His favorite Kardashian is Kris Jenner

• Since he can barley keep his hands off of you, he knocks you up only a month after your wedding

• Since he was deployed you mailed him ultrasound photos of the bean

• For a man who is incredibly intelligent it didn’t click that you send multiple photos of the same ultrasound

• He thought he was having quints at first & nearly had a stroke

• “You’re having five of ‘em?!” “No that’s the same fetus just different photos”

• He kept the ultra sound photos in his plate carrier

• Tactical baby gear is a must (also it’s a real company which is awesome)

• Hear me out little baby kilt, Simon gifted it to y’all

• You nearly cried when you opened the gift d

• Simon is 100% the godfather of your baby, if you trust him with Johnny’s life you can ensure if anything happened your baby would be taken care of

• Johnny was lucky that he was able to be there the entire time you were in labor

• He almost fainted when he saw the epidural (I don’t blame him)

• You guys had a little boy

• Unfortunately while you were in recovery he got called back into work for a mission

• Before he left he held your son just incase it was his last time holding him

• You sobbed when he left & one of the nurses had to console you

• Thankfully it was just a hostage rescue so he was back within a few days & ready to help out with the baby

• He carried your son around in one of those baby carriers that your strap to your chest

• Your baby boy is so giggly just like his daddy

• He will constantly be making his son laugh with silly faces, hand motions, anything

• Whenever the boys come over to watch a match your son will be passed around like a hot potato one moment he’ll be sitting with Price then next Simon has him

• As your son gets older he gets interested in what his daddy does, & he’s infatuated with being a soldier

• He’ll play pretend soldier with Soap all the time

• You’re constantly picking up Nerf darts

• When Soap is away on a mission, your son will crawl into bed with you because he misses his daddy

• He draws photos of him & the Task Force to send to overseas

• I also feel like y’all’s son would be incredibly helpful around the home especially when you’re expecting baby No. 2 & after baby No. 2 is born

• Baby No.2 is a little girl

• He’s definitely very protective over his little girl

• “She’s just as beautiful as you, Bonnie”

• Y’all’s son would also enlist or commission to the British Military but I think he’d actually be a King’s Guard for a bit

• And I feel like your daughter would be incredibly creative, she’d use those talents to be an artist

• I do believe Soap is a die hard family man & that’s one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him

✨NSFW✨

• He’s definitely a cheeky bastard & will not hesitate to smack, grab, or make comments in public about you

• He’s 100% dominant in the bedroom & loves to be called “daddy”, or even “Johnny”

• He fucked you right before y’all walked into your wedding reception, perks of wearing a kilt

• This man loves your legs & especially your thighs

• He loves to watch you squirm when his hand trails your legs all the way leading up to your pussy

• He’s not quite during sex whatsoever, he’ll full on groan, moan & tell you good you feel

• He’s a sucker for flexibility

• You take up yoga to improve your flexibility

• I definitely believe y’all wouldn’t even make it through the front door when he comes home

•He’d either fuck you on the hood of the car or the damn back seat in the parking lot

• He loves it when you wear his old PT shorts & no panties easy access

• He definitely loves you & your body & would know how to take care of you

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somethinginthewayiam · 1 year

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Part of the business

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a/n: from here on out we're pretty much following the plot of season 6 with creative liberties.

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2362

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), mentions of alcohol, a bit smutty

Summary: Chibs waits in front of your apartment to talk business. You use the chance to also ask him where you two stand. He has his own way of answering you...

link to my masterlist and previous parts

It was a weird couple of weeks. The work at CaraCara seemed to fizzle down. There were only a few scenes shot per week by now. Lyla had started working for Diosa, an escort service. She wasn’t one of the girls but helped the owner, called Nero, managing the ladies and the house.

You missed seeing her at work every day but you spent some of your free time with her and you still saw each other at your yoga classes.

The other weird thing was that Bobby hadn’t come over to the warehouse in a while. You were managing the books on your own by now, but he had taught you a lot over the past couple of months. Managing the books for a porn production that was owned by the M.C. wasn’t always done by the book, but you were good at it and the voice of concern you had in the beginning got lower and lower by the day until it was just business as usual.

One day when you came home from work early, you were surprised to find Chibs waiting in front of your apartment door. You only stopped for a second when you stepped out of the elevator, a little thrown off by the sight and then continued walking towards him.

Chibs was leaning against the wall next to your door and looked up when he heard the sounds of your steps coming closer.

“Wow, since when has a Son time to wait around for a girl?”, you asked him when you came closer to your apartment door. “Hey, lass”, he greeted you with a kiss when you stood in front of him. When you pulled back, your eyes dropped down to the patch on his chest that looked rather new.

V. President

“I’m here for business”, he told you. “Can we go inside?”, he asked and nodded towards your door.

“You couldn’t afford my rates, honey”, you joked and wiggled your eyebrows at him, but unlocked your door. He followed you inside and closed it again. You put your purse on the little counter in your entrance and kicked your shoes off. You walked into your living room and he entered right after you.

Since you hadn’t expected any company, your laundry was drying on a hanger in the middle of the living room.

“Do you want anything to drink? A Beer?”, you asked him and continued on into the kitchen area that was only separated by a line of counters. “Aye, thanks”, he nodded and stood now in the middle of the room.

When you turned around with two bottles of beer in your hands, you found him studying the rack of clothes.

“I don’t know these, are they new?”, he asked and grabbed a pair of Bordeaux-red panties, holding them up in the air.

“You haven’t seen all my underwear. Also, I don’t have ‘em on for too long anyway when you’re around”, you told him, handed him his bottle and snatched the panties from his other hand to put it back on the rack. You shooed him over to your couch as he kept looking at the bras and panties hanging out to dry and wouldn’t focus.

You both sat down on your couch. Chibs pulled his phone out of his back pocket and put it on your couch table along with his riding gloves. You pulled your legs under and rested your arm on the backrest of the couch. You took a sip from your beer and put it on the couch table.

“Okay, why are you here?”, you asked him. “I guess you know by now that the club is in business with Diosa”, he said, knowing how close you and Lyla were and assuming that she must have told you why she left the production company. Even after Opie she was still deeply connected to the club and did what Jax needed her to do.

Instead of answering him, you just nodded your head. “Jax wants you to work there, too”, Chibs continued. At his words, your eyes got big. “But it’s an escort service. You guys are not seriously expecting me to like work-work there…”, you said and looked at him with squinted eyes while you felt a little knot forming in your stomach.

“We’re not pimping you out, if that’s what ya mean”, Chibs clarified but couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Instead of a comment, you rolled your eyes at him, but you were seriously relieved.

“Jax wants you to take care of their books, too. At least for the club’s investment part of it”, he explained. “Too? Are you not shutting down CaraCara?”, you asked surprised

“Why should we?”, he asked a bit irritated. “Because there are less and less shoots, we have little to no contracts with performers left. Most of the time I’m just sitting around, rubbing one out”, you told him.

His eyebrows jumped up, almost touching his hairline. “Figure of speech, calm down”, you reprimanded him and his dirty thoughts.

“We’re not planning on shutting it down, we definitely want to keep it alive and running. And you’re a big part of it. The club trusts you, that’s why we need you to take care of our investment at Diosa”, he said and you sat up a little bit in your seat. To hear that the club trusted you and needed you to take care of their investment, made you very proud.

“But why do you need me for the books? Wouldn’t it be better if Bobby takes care of the new business?”, you asked. You were proud, not stupid. To have a newbie who wasn’t even a member of the club taking care of a new business seemed rather off for the M.C.

Chibs took a long sip of his beer before he answered you. “Bobby’s taking a little break from the club”, he simply said. “Bobby left the M.C.?”, you asked surprised and leaned forward, your eyes big. “He’s still a Son, but he’s not holding any position within the club right now”, he explained further. It was already more than you thought you would get from him. “Did something happen?”, you asked further and pushed your luck.

Chibs cocked his head to the side and threw you a look that said, “You know I can’t tell you”.

“Is that why you’re wearing the VP patch?”, you asked straight forward. Chibs sighed and you could see in his face that there’s a whole story behind that sigh. A story you will never hear.

You leaned over and took another sip of your beer. You still had some questions on your mind you were a bit afraid of asking but needed answers to.

“You becoming V.P., does that change anything?”, you asked him and played with the label of the bottle, not looking at him.

“What do you mean?”, he replied and you could hear in his voice that he didn’t know what you were getting at.

“Between us”, you mumbled, almost inaudible. It took you a few moments before you dared to look up as he wasn’t saying anything.

You were having sex for a few months now and your inner voice to define shit got louder and louder. He seemed a little distant all of a sudden and your heart sank into your stomach. The look in his eyes was gone as quickly as it had come, though.

Chibs got up from his spot and came over, sitting down next to you. He took the bottle of beer from your hands and put it on the couch table. Then, he put his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He placed one arm across your legs and kept the other arm around your waist. He leaned forward a little and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“We’re having fun, aye?”, he asked as he leaned back to talk to you, moving his head a little to get you to look into his eyes. A smirk pulling at the corners of his lips when you finally looked up and you couldn’t hold back a smile either at the goofy look on his face.

“We’re having a lot of fun”, you affirmed and put your arms around his neck.

“So…”, he said, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging in the air.

“So…we keep doing that”, you finally said with a shrug of your shoulders. You tried your best to make it sound like a statement, a decision that was yours, but it was a question more than anything else. You couldn’t event hold the eye-contact.

“And you’d be okay with that?”, he asked after a few moments, noticing your hesitance. His fingers found your chin and lifted your head up again so you would look at him, his eyes seemingly looking behind yours and straight into your soul.

You weren’t, really, but what was the alternative? Would you like it to be more? Sure. But risking to have nothing with him? No way. You would take whatever he was willing to give you for as long as your heart could take it.

“Yeah”, you simply said but still couldn’t hold the eye-contact for too long. You were afraid he would see the disappointment in your eyes.

“Really?”, Chibs followed up. “Yes”, you confirmed with a firmer voice and even managed a smile. To reassure him further, you leaned in for a kiss.

“Is it weird that you becoming V.P. kinda turns me on?”, you asked when you pulled back, your hand on the nape of his neck, playing with the soft hair at the back of his head. His hand on your thigh squeezed you slightly as a response.

He leaned forward, looking for contact again. His lips brushed against yours, your tongue darting out to lick his lips.

The kiss quickly got more intense and your fingers ran through his hair. Chibs’ hands found his way under your shirt and started to touch every part of your skin he could reach.

The next moment, one of his arms went under your legs while the other cradled your back and suddenly you were beneath him. You spread your legs to have Chibs move between them.

Your hips started bucking up, looking for contact while your fingers found his black beads-necklace, pulling him close to you.

Chibs’ hands pushed your shirt up your stomach and over your breasts, exposing your bra. He buried his face between your tits like he always loved to do. And you loved it because it turned him on so much.

“Filip”, you whined, moving your hands inside his kutte, running your fingers along the fabric of his shirt, starting to unbutton it. “Darlin’”, he growled at your ear and nibbled and sucked at the skin of your neck.

Your hands gave up on his buttons and moved down to the zipper of his jeans, opening his pants and reaching inside. You found his hardening cock, wrapped your fingers around it and started stroking him.

He moved his hips towards you, pushing into your hand. “Fuck, luv”, he growled again and grabbed one of your breasts with his hand that was not supporting himself on the couch next to your body.

“Fuck me, V.P.”, you moaned and bit down on your bottom lip as you pulled him out of his pants. A dirty smirk appeared on his face but only lasted for a second before it dropped again as your hand moved faster on him, adding pressure and changing the angle of your wrist slightly with every move.

Chibs needed both hands to support his body on top of yours while you jerked him off. By the speed of his breathing, you knew that he was getting close. “Come for me, baby”, you urged him on, moaning with him. “Ugh, fuck”, he breathed out and his whole body started to tense up.

And then his phone rang and the loud noise cut through the room.

“Fuck!”, Chibs yelled out in frustration. Your hand had stilled at the interrupting sound. You both looked over at his phone on the couch table. Then you looked at each other again. “Sorry”, he mumbled and you pulled your hand from his pants.

He pushed himself up into a kneeling position and reached for the phone.

“Yeah?”, he blurted into the phone, seemingly angry and tucked himself back into his pants which wasn’t that easy with a hard-on. He got up and started pacing as he talked.

You also sat up and pulled your shirt back down. You grabbed your bottle of beer and took a sip while Chibs was on the phone.

“I have to go, club business”, he announced as soon as he hung up. A word of protest was on your tongue but you swallowed it, there was no chance it would work anyway.

“Alright”, you said as you got up as well. You walked over to him, put your arms around his neck and got on your tiptoes to kiss him. “You take care of your business and I take care of my business”, you said and wiggled your eyebrows at him. He looked at you a bit confused.

“You’re leaving me high and, well, not-so-dry”, you said and looked down at your crotch and back at his face. He couldn’t hold back the smile at your comment but also looked disappointed that he wouldn’t be there to finish what you had started.

You pulled him down by his necklace again and kissed him. “Okay, ride on cowboy”, you said just a moment later, let go of him and slapped his ass. He bent down to grab his riding gloves off the couch table and kissed you again before he walked over to the door.

You followed him and held the door open when he walked through. “Hey Chibs”, you said and he turned around. You pulled your shirt up and exposed your bra to him once more. “One for the ride”, you said with a cheeky smile, stuck your tongue out at him and shut the door in his face with a giggle.

next part Better offer

#sons of anarchy #soa #chibs telford #chibs telford x plus-size reader #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford smut

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florencetypemaniacs · 7 months

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Heeey Florence I hope you are having a splendid weekend ♥️ I took note and my nerdy heart laughed at seeing you refer to Tai as a bit of a Tsundere. Omg i love grumpy hard to romance characters.

Call me toxic but I love a bit of jealousy. My MC is a bit of a flirt himself so it got me thinking.

How would the ROs react to someone openly flirting with MC trying to ask them on a date like Literally infront of them during the crushing stage?

Thankkkk you 😇

Oh, we all want a bit of jealousy in our lives. Who doesn't? Now, how would the ROs react to the MC who was being flirted with.....????

CRUSHING STAGE:

💛 Marcel

Oh God, my poor baby. He really wouldn't know what to do, but in the end, he would make the sacrifice of turning around while you talk to someone who seems to have your attention or what it looks like anyway. He would be your shoulder to cry on or just a best friend in general. When looking at you, he doesn't need anything else.

Marcel is mature and would rather not make a fuss, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. Oh no, he will totally be staying awake the whole night thinking of you, or maybe you will find that he made you a cup of tea the next morning. Just a little something to get you thinking of him.

🧡 Margaret

The first thought that comes to mind is nervousness. She might have a few thoughts, like:

Why did I feel like I wanted to punch that person in the face? That is not very nice.

Margaret would be upset, and she would probably go to one of her friends (Marcel, Rosemary, Owen, or even Tai) for help. When she is told that she is jealous, she will be a bubbling sunshine mess. She has feelings for you, and how could she not? You're awesome! She would burst through the café door and jump into your arms, telling you how she felt.

♥️ Owen

Snarky comments, for sure, towards whoever is flirting with you. Scoffing at their personal interests—basically anything they could make a comment about, they would. Owen is really clueless about love—well, not clueless; he just wouldn't realize that this was a crush; he would just think he felt something off about the person.

If you were to ask him about it, he would just shurg his shoulders and say, "I don't have a good feeling about them, Lass/Duck/Lad." But when he looks into your eyes, Oh Boy, does he feel the heart beating in his chest. It finally hits him like a truck going ninety miles per hour, and he might actually choke when talking to you. With a confused look on your face, he would leave the shop.

Not again. Not again.

💙 Rosemary

Rosie wouldn't think it was a crush as well, but she was just upset that this person was taking her attention away.

Rosemary would gently touch your arm or whisper in your ear, making the person talking to you so uncomfortable. When you were to turn around, Rosemary would give the person a little death glare and pull you towards her, telling you that you looked like you were going to fall.

When the person gets their order and leaves, in no time is Rosemary crossing her legs with class, and just like that, the problem is gone. Now give her the attention she deserves.

🩵 Tai

Denial. Anger. He would keep a stern look on his face as he insulted the person; if you were to ask him about it, his line of fire would land on you. With a few insults, he would leave the shop, tears not forming until he knew he was alone.

However, he would soon realize how much of an ass he was being and apologize to you the next day, but his mask was back up. All you would get is a monotone, cold apology, but an apology nonetheless.

💚 Zane

Zane would be foaming at the mouth. Zane would be glaring at the person so hard that if looks could kill, then that person would be dead on the spot.

When you turn around to get something, Zane looks at the person and whispers.

"Mine"

If the person got the hint and left you alone, then Zane would leave it at that, but if not, oh, then you might see a missing poster in a few weeks. Don't cross Zane.

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writingwhimsey · 2 months

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All's Fair In Love & War- Motonari

Warning Strong language in this chapter, mentions of killing, and Motonari being well...an ass.

Chapter 2

I had been staying in Azuchi for two weeks when I was finally given a chance to prove myself. Nobunaga called a war council and Mitsuhide delivered the news of a rebellion in a recently acquired territory. Nobunaga declared that he would be going to lead the attack against the rebellion himself…but that I would be joining him along with Masamune.

After taking a day to prepare, we set out that night. It didn’t take long for us to reach our destination and be engaged in battle. I sat astride my horse as I raced out into battle alongside Masamune. Each of us brandishing our swords, as we lead the vanguard in the attack.

“Hope you can keep up, lass!” Masamune called, a grin on his face.

“No need to worry about me!” I shouted back. “Worry about yourself!”

It didn’t take long for me to be surrounded by a group of enemy soldiers. “It’s a woman! We can take her!”

“Oh, dear…one, two, three, four, five…five of you against little old me?” I asked, feigning distress. “Oh…do you really think that’s enough?” With my sword I leapt from my horse and onto the back of an enemy horse stabbing one of the enemies while bringing up my dagger to slit the throat of another. I kicked another off his horse, while leaping onto the back of yet another.

Before long, they were all on the ground, some still breathing and others not. Masamune rode over to where I was, having just taken care of a group of guys himself. “And here I thought you might be in distress.” Masamune teased as I leapt back onto my own horse.

“Please, I don’t do the damsel in distress thing.” I replied. “Now, let’s go kick some ass.”

The battle ended up lasting only two days. We won. Nobunaga and Masamune were both impressed with my skill in battle…Nobunaga was even more impressed with the strategy I came up with for winning the battle.

“You truly are something else, Ava.” Nobunaga told me as we rode back to Azuchi. “A real fireball.”

“I know.” I replied, grinning.

“Haha, I like the way you fight, lass.” Masamune said. “I’m really starting to see where you got your moniker.”

I shrugged. “People are always underestimating me. I just use that to my advantage.” I replied. “Being a rather small woman, no one expects much from me.”

“Your father trained you well.” Nobunaga said.

“That he did.” I agreed.

We ended up arriving back in Azuchi and were soon having another banquet to celebrate our victory. Sato, Jiro, and I stayed in Azuchi and fought alongside the Oda forces for around four months. We earned our place in the Oda forces inner circle. It was truly a wonderful feeling, getting to fight alongside Nobunaga and the others, knowing that the future I originally came from…we were making that. I don’t remember all the details from my history classes, but I do remember who the great unifiers of the nation were and now I stood among them.

After our stay in Azuchi, I had to return to my fief, there were always things that needed to be tended to and I could only leave my council in charge for so long. I wasn’t the only one to need to leave. Masamune and Ieyasu had to return to their own lands as well. We traveled together for part of our journey until we all had to separate.

“See ya around lass.” Masamune said, grinning at me. “I look forward to our next battle together.”

“So, I can show you up again?” I teased.

“Ugh, I personally can’t wait to not be around the two of you for a while. I’ll finally get some peace and quiet.” Ieyasu grumbled.

“Ah, we’ll miss you too lad.” Masamune said, grinning at Ieyasu.

“I’ll definitely miss you, Lord Ieyasu.” Sato said, winking at him.

Ieyasu blushed slightly and looked away. “Whatever.”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. Sato flirted with all of the guys. Masamune flirted back. Ieyasu always got blushy and embarrassed. Mitsunari…well he didn’t seem like he knew what was going on. Hideyoshi…well he seemed to always end up scolding her about something.

Jiro let out a sigh. “I thought you were bad before.” He said, shaking his head.

We chatted a bit more, more teasing thrown around before we were all parting ways. It was just a couple more days before Sato, Jiro, and I were finally reaching home. Stable attendants greeted us and took our horses, while other servants came to take our bags.

Once we stepped inside the castle, Kei, one of my aids was greeting me, a tense expression on her face. “Welcome home, my lord.”

“What is wrong?” I asked her.

She looked at me. “HE is here.” She answered, her expression rather strained.

“When did he get here?” I asked, knowing exactly who she was talking about.

“Just an hour before you did.” Kei answered. “He’s waiting in the audience hall. He insisted that he knew you would be back soon and that he could wait.”

“You want me to go and kill him for you, my lord?” Sato asked.

I sighed and shook my head. “No.”

“She’s right, it would take both of us.” Jiro told Sato.

“I’ll handle him.” I told them. “He is my problem after all…besides he could easily kill the both of you and wouldn’t give it a second thought.”

I then headed for my audience chamber. When I walked in, I was surprised to see the room cast in shadow as most of the doors and windows were shut, save for one, allowing in just enough sunlight to see. A lone figure sat in a rather relaxed pose, long legs stretched out as he reclined back…in the spot at the head of the room.

I walked towards him until I was standing over his lounging form. “You’re in my spot.”

A smirk spread across his face. “I see, yer still pretendin’ ya got some danglies ‘tween yer legs and callin; yerself a lord, huh?”

I drew my sword and pointed it at him. “I could always take yours.”

“Haha, yer always a fun one. This is what I like about you.” He said, slowly rising to a standing position. He came to his full height, towering over me. “Ya like ta play like yer some tough as nails Lutadora, when yer really just a scared pequena princesa.”

I glared up at him. “You think you’re the first man to try to intimidate me with your height? Please. There’s a reason I’m the Tiny Terror of the Yamada clan.”

He continued to smirk at me. “Whatever ya say…m’lady.”

“Lord.” I corrected.

“Lady Lord…whatever.” Hei said again, grinning at my obvious annoyance.

“What the hell do you even want, Motonari? I know you’re not here just to piss me off.” I said, moving to sheath my sword and take my seat.

“Well, I did come here to find out what the hell ya think yer doin’ allyin’ with Nobunaga.” Motonari replied, his voice practically a growl.

I made a mock pouty face at him and spoke with a patronizing tone. “Awe, does my alliance with the Oda bother the big mean pirate who tries to pretend he’s scary?”

“Sure as shit it does!” Motonari shouted at me. “You ferget about yer deal with me?”

“I don’t see how my alliance with the Oda impacts our deal.” I replied, doing my best to keep my cool. “You and I aren’t even allies.”

“Nah, just made a business deal.” Motonari agreed. “I don’t ally with no one I don’t trust.”

“And you don’t trust anyone, I know.” I replied. “I’m still not seeing what your problem is. And if we’re talking about deals and such, allying with Nobunaga is a smart move. Better than going to war with him. Sure he wouldn’t win, but we’d both be down a lot of resources and the casualties…it all just wouldn’t be worth it. Besides, a united country would be better for you and all of your trade…also didn’t your clan JUST sign a treaty with the Oda? You know the clan that you’re no longer in charge of because you’re playing dead?”

“Only till the time is right.” Motonari replied. “I don’t make no deals unless I can get somethin’ good outta it…and I’m gonna make the most outta the deal we made, while makin’ the best outta the deal you made.”

My eyes widened. “What…”

“I’m callin’ in that favor ya owe me.” Motonari said, grinning like a predator that just spotted its prey. “Since yer part of Nobunaga’s inner circle now, yer gonna help me and be my little spy.”

I instantly rose to my feet. “Fuck you! I’m not gonna be your spy!”

Motonari grinned. “Oh yer gonna be my spy…and well ya ain’t a bad lookin’ woman, I might let ya do that other one, too.”

I glared at him. “In your dreams will I do either.”

“Yer gonna spy for me, or else I aim my cannons from protectin’ yer ports and trade ta blowin’ ‘em all ta hell.” Motonari replied, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

“You deceitful bastard…”

Motonari grinned. “I am the God of Deceit for a reason, m’lady.”

“You…”

“I’ll give ya a couple o’ days to think it over.” Motonari said. “Let ya at least think you’ve got time ta figure out a plan.” He was smirking at me before turning and walking away, waving a gloved hand over his shoulder.

“Everything alright, my lord?” JIro asked as he and Sato came in a few moments later.

“We just saw Motonari leave.” Sato added.

“Ugh! I hate that bastard!” I shouted.

“What did he do this time?” Sato asked.

I shook my head. “I need to be alone to collect my thoughts.” I was then leaving, heading out to the garden to find a quiet spot to sit and think. I sat down under a shade tree and glared out at the flowers as if they were Motonari.

“Damn him…” I muttered to myself. “I should have known when I made that deal with him that something like this would happen.” It was a Faustian Bargain if there ever was one. I had sold my soul in my quest for vengeance and expansion of my territory. But I’d had no other choice. I needed a navy and weapons and Motonari had both.

“HAAAHHH!” I screamed in frustration as I buried my head in my hands. I had no way that I could see out of this. At least not until I could find a way to keep him from attacking my ports and my trade routes. I had too many people that depended on that…I had to keep those people safe. They hadn’t always been my people, but they were now and it was my job to keep them safe. I would find a way. I just had to think.

#ikesen motonari #ikemen sengoku motonari #motonari mouri #ikesen au #warlord ava #warlord mc #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #fanfic #ikemen series #otome boys #cybird #fanfiction

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hummingbird-of-light · 3 months

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In Our Favor

Part 61

McCoy

“How about Thursday? After class?”

McCoy looked over at Eugene.

“For studying?” he asked. “Sure. Where?”

“The library has lots of private study spaces. Though the dorms do too, and we can have snacks there.” Eugene grinned.

“You sold me on that,” McCoy chuckled. “Yours or mine?”

“Sounds like we’re setting up a date,” Eugene laughed.

“Guess we’ll see how the studying goes,” McCoy replied as he raised his eyebrows up and down. Eugene laughed again.

“Should I remind you you’re married?”

“He’s just as bad as me,” McCoy grinned. “Though he’d probably call me a mad man and say I was being incorrigible.”

Eugene smiled. “How did you two meet? A Scotsman and an American?”

McCoy frowned gently, and gave a quick chuckle. “I’m not from here,” he told Eugene. “And we met at school.”

“Oh you aren’t? Guess I just assumed… Where are you from?”

McCoy held back a snort of laughter, but smiled in amusement.

“You heard of the planet Georgiares II? That’s my home.”

Eugene’s brow furrowed in thought.

“I think so. I think I’ve heard it on the news before. Something about a kingdom or leadership change?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t really pay attention to that much outside the solar system.”

“So how about your dorm? It’s closer after class,” McCoy said.

“Sure. I’m on the third floor.”

“Rec and study rooms on the second?”

“Yep. I’ll put a request in for one of them and let you know which.”

“Good plan,” McCoy said. He gathered his things on the table. “Guess we should get going. We’re the last ones.”

“Right.” Eugene grabbed his own things and they walked out of the room. “I’ll see ya later.”

“See ya.” The two parted and began walking in opposite directions. When he knew for certain Eugene was out of earshot McCoy finally let out a laugh. How could the other boy be so clueless about who he had befriended. McCoy could only wonder if Eugene would ever realize.

He was leaning back in his desk chair when Scotty entered the room.

“Hey darlin’!”

“Hi mo ghràdh,” Scotty said. He dropped his stuff on his desk, then flopped on his back on the bed.

“Alright?” McCoy asked, turning his chair to face Scotty.

“Aye,” Scotty nodded. “Just got assigned a big project that’s due next week. It’s a group thing and it was a wee battle to get Aporal to join Jaylah and Keens and me.”

“Jaylah and Keenser ok with that?”

“Of course, aye. They know he’s a smart lad even if his personality is a bit much.”

“He’s got his reasons,” McCoy said quietly.

Scotty sighed sadly. “He does. I hope we can help.”

“We will. You already are.” McCoy stood up and crossed over to the bed. He sat, then stretched out next to Scotty. “You got homework to start or want to just relax for a bit first?”

“Relax first,” Scotty said. He moved to give McCoy a kiss.

McCoy rested his forehead against Scotty’s as the kiss ended. He reached up and undid the collar of Scotty’s jacket.

“Get comfortable at least,” he smiled. Scotty nodded gratefully and McCoy pulled him closer to snuggle. “Wait until I tell you about Eugene,” he laughed.

Part 62

Scotty

On Thursday after classes, Scotty was alone in their room. Leonard had headed straight towards Eugene's dorm to study with him for their upcoming exam.

Which left enough time for him to do his homework. Unfortunately though it didn't take him too long and soon enough he was bored as hell.

His eyes wandered around the room. He could read a book. Or listen to some music. Or maybe he should try and call Robbie, ask him how he was.

Aye, that was a good plan.

It didn't take long until the call was answered, however, Scotty was quite surprised to see his sister-in-law instead of his brother.

"Leah, hey there, lass," Scotty greeted the princess with a smile on his face and she returned it.

"Hey Scotty. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. And ye?"

"Same. Just a lot of diplomatic studies going on at the moment. Father and Dr. Boyce are giving me lectures from morning to evening. I'm grateful for every break I can get," Leah returned with a sigh.

Scotty nodded in understanding, before he frowned.

"Uhm... is there a reason why ye are answering Robbie's PADD?"

Leah chuckled softly and rolled her eyes.

"That clumsy boy actually managed to forget it at our room after lunch break. On a Thursday. Where he's at the university until 7 pm."

Scotty laughed out loud. That sounded very much like his wee brother.

"Hope he doesn't need it."

"Nah, they have PADDs there too, don't worry," Leah answered, waving it off.

"That's good. How is everyone at the palace?"

Leah told him that everyone was fine and that her and Robbie planned on visiting Scotland soon. The princess hadn't been there yet.

"That sounds nice. Bet mum will love to have a lass over. Living with three lads was always quite exhausting, after all."

Poor Francine hadn't had an easy time with her boys. But she had never complained.

"I can believe that. I'm looking forward to seeing your hometown. Robbie told me a lot about it."

They talked about Scotland and Aberdeen for some time until suddenly someone rang at Scotty's door.

The Scotsman looked over his shoulder in surprise, then turned back to face Leah.

"Uhm, I think I better answer that. Say hi to Robbie for me when he gets back, will ye?"

Leah nodded, then waved her hand.

"Sure thing. And you say hi to my lovely little brother. Bye."

They ended the call and Scotty got up and walked over to the door to open it.

He was surprised to see Jim standing in front of it. The boy's eyes were wide.

"Jimbo? What's wrong?" Scotty asked, worry filling his heart. "Is something wrong with Spock again?"

His blond friend only shook his head and stepped inside the room.

"No, no. Not Spock. Didn't you hear the news?"

Scotty only raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"Nae, what news?"

"The crew of the USS Hammersley is going to visit our academy!"

Scotty frowned. That sounded like a great opportunity to talk to some officers.

"The Hammersley? But-"

"Sam is currently serving there!"

Scotty's mouth formed a silent 'oh my' and he quickly closed the door.

That was something they needed to talk about.

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Meet the Linguist

as told by Marguerite Adélie Chrysanthe.

Summary: In which Sato Akari gets in touch with her other side, wanting to figure out what Aunt Olga writes about.

2014,

Tokyo, Japan.

The beginning of

PHASE 3,

Akari is growing curious.

Ep. 8

Warning tags: dysfunctional family, toxic dynamics, abuse

Note:

Kinoshita Jun makes an appearance.

Sunada Mamoru is Jun’s roommate 1.

Yamashiro Shigeo is Jun’s roommate 2.

Adélie is still a university student.

There are many things she learnt about; art in form of music and dance. Among those things include foreign languages.

Unfortunately, outside of the Korean — Japanese — Mandarin languages which hold similar roots, she barely does anything else.

English is a given, in an international school. Her family makes sure of that. She also somehow feels easier about expressing her feelings in English.

Perhaps it is the lack of emotional ties to the language, but she just gets more comfort from the international language.

So when a handwritten journal belonging to Aunt Olga comes into her possession, she is filled with a new purpose in life.

Months before, she takes a few trips back and forth to visit Aunt Olga, who grows older and is even the one telling her to come for a last meeting.

One last time, as she says. Adélie sits by the elderly’s side and they discuss a lot of things, mainly Sato Olga encouraging her to have a good life.

“I only want you to be happy,” she had said, her smile seems to be harder to appear than usual, though the mischief in it is the same.

Brushing her thumb on Olga’s wrinkled hand, she sighs. It gets harder to hide her sadness, despite knowing her aunt had lived a good life.

Before it is time to leave, Adélie leans down to give Olga a kiss on the forehead, a silent goodbye in her despair.

“おばさん、大好きだよ.”

¹I love you, auntie.

It is a solemn ceremony, one where everyone bows her head and wipes their tear away with a handkerchief.

After all, Olga has lived long. It is not unexpected. Some even recall how the smart woman knows her time has come.

Wondering whether she should wait until the period of mourning to start the process or if it means respecting her aunt’s wishes, she eventually decides it is time.

Adélie needs to find a translator, one that wouldn’t care enough about her other alias: Sato Akari. A whole other life she lives.

While she might need to come up with a plan, for now, the lass has a class to attend. Off she goes.

The class theory is particularly easy, in terms of her getting to just sit and take notes instead of actively participating with improvisation.

“こんにちはみなさん!”

Getting through some theories and anatomical movements, such as footwork, Adélie bites on the top of her pen.

Sakura is seated by her side, where they usually spend time other than during practice. As the star pupil, Nakada is predicted to be the one who debuts from their class.

Going through a rambling lesson of communicative and artistic aspects of dance, their teacher sends them off with an essay to complete.

Making notes of what she needs to get done by next week, adding the assignment into her list, Adélie then packs up her things.

“See you at practice,” waving at her peer, who returns it with a brilliant smile that melts any jury’s heart.

Yamato sensei calls for her just before Adélie manages to escape with a flurry of other students.

“Would you be a dear and lend your notes?” She gestures towards one of the students left, who sits there, unamused.

Proceeding to explain about his recent disappearance beforehand, to which Adélie nods.

“It’s Kinoshita Jun,” the tall, quiet ‘Fujikawa’ says. “Somehow she always remembers me as Fujikawa.”

Offering a small chuckle and her note, she falls into steps by his side. Aware of fairly smaller stature, it is even made more clear with his height.

“Adélie,” she responds, then checks her watch. “You can return that on the next class. I have to go. Study group.”

He rises a hand, waving at her after slipping her notebook inside his binder. Without any other explanation, she vanishes by the corner.

“Seems like fate is pulling you back to me,” Jun’s tone is clear of seriousness. His keenness on teasing her is immense.

Adélie rolls her eyes, a faint smile fills her face. The other students nearby crane their neck in interest. “I doubt that. Yamato sensei does.”

This morning, at the next class, their beloved teacher announce a new group work, which would be in place until the semester ends.

Somehow, she gets her way of putting Adélie together with Jun. The lass wonder if their teacher spent the last week coming up with it.

“Alright,” she takes a moment to assess the upcoming lesson. “We should have more than enough time to get this done.”

Coming up with a plan, since a busy schedule is in place for both of them, she agrees on meeting tomorrow after class.

“I have practice until 5,” she had said, to which he responds about his own practice until 7. “How about 8?”

“Sounds good to me.”

By the time she heads out of practice, sweating and pulling her ponytail tighter, Adélie is glad to take a much needed shower.

“Hey,” Suzu greets Adélie, toweling her damp hair as the other girls chat about the routine.

Closing her locker, she smiles back. “Hi. Sensei seriously was in a mood.”

𝘈 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 refers to repeating each routine at least five times, all from the beginning with every wrong move from one student.

Suzu holds both of her hands up, tremors rippling through her limbs. “I know! My hands are still shaking.”

Inspecting her peer’s trembling fingers and offers a sympathetic smile. “Oh, my. I usually try to massage them for a bit.”

“I’ll give it a try later tonight, thanks,” Suzu opens her locker, changing into her hoodie and sweatpants.

“Heard about Yamato sensei’s assignment. Who did you get partnered with?”

“Jun,” she responds, tying her shoes and double-checking both ribbons are tight enough.

Suzu slams her locker shut, having just finished braiding her hair back. “Oh, the new guy. He’s from Europe, I heard.”

“I got Sakura,” the mentioned partner arrives, grinning as she hears her name. Adélie smiles at her fellow dancer.

“Talking about Yamato sensei? Heard she’s a bit strict, but grades fairly,” Sakura dries her hair, musing out loud.

Suzu’s dark eyes glint with sheer excitement. The wickedness means she is up to no good.

“Who told you that? Loverboy?“ Giggles erupt. It is no secret that Sakura happily flaunts her relationship with a senior.

When everyone filters out of the room, Adélie is among them. Suzu and Sakura announce they would work on the assignment and parts way.

A few hours later, she finds herself standing in front of Jun’s house. He lives off-campus with some roommates, which she finds out when a gorgeous modelesque figure opens the door.

“Hey,” he stares at her for a moment.

Adélie offers a small wave, pushing her awkwardness aside. “I’m here for Jun.”

“Kinoshita!” Seconds later, thankfully, Jun himself appears. His hair is dripping wet, clearly fresh from the shower.

Holding a towel against his hair, he regards her with an even stare. His glance finds the clock. “You’re early.”

“I’m right on time,” about ten minutes before their promised time, which to her, is in the nick of time.

Another Adonis figure splays on the couch, watching a game on the television. Goodness. She wonders if Jun’s friends are all that attractive.

Sunada Mamoru, the one who opens the door and Yamashiro Shigeo, the one lounging on the couch, as they introduced themselves.

“Hey, head on up. I’ll catch up,” by the third session, she is comfortable enough to waltz into his bedroom.

On the shelves by his desk, she sees the stack of books, written in Russian. While she might be unable to decipher it, Adélie stares at the novels.

Jun’s voice startle her. A part of her is glad she didn’t touch anything. That would’ve pulled her awkward side out. “Those are my grandparents’.”

Turning around, she hopes she didn’t jump in surprise. “Oh. Sorry.”

“No worries.”

For his credit, he doesn’t seem at all bothered. Simply plops down on the bed and starts skimming through the textbook.

“Just ask your question, Chrysanthe.”

Looking up from her book, a frown etch on her lips. “What? I didn’t say anything.”

“You have that serious thinking face on,” he remarks, his lips quirk in a charming smile. She gets why those girls talk about him.

For a moment, Adélie let the silence hang in between them. Jun doesn’t let on as well. She sighs, relenting.

“Do you speak Russian?”

Jun sets his book aside, regarding her with his full attention. Her brow raises slightly.

“Yes,” he nods slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Why do you ask?”

Adélie bites her lower lip for a moment. She eventually decides.

“Alright,” she toys with the leather end of her notebook. “Have you ever considered being a translator?”

His dark eyes glimmer in amusement. “No, that’s not a part of my dream job.”

Deciding she needs to stop beating around the bush, Adélie heaves a breath, tension rolling off her shoulders.

It’s now or never. The worst he could say is no. Well, maybe he’d taunt her and poke fun at her, but she can take that.

“Would you mind helping me with some translation?”

Jun regards her with an almost amused look, though her assessment could be way off and he is just enjoying this. Who knows.

“What’s in it for me?”

Giving him a look, gauging whether he is serious, Adélie goes through her mind. What could she offer him?

“I’m joking,” he explains, then something in his eyes shift, a moment of seriousness. “What do you need translated?”

“It’s a journal,” she starts, licking her lips. It suddenly feels dry. Adélie is rusty when it comes to talking about her family.

Jun taps a finger against the closed book, his gaze somber. “Mind if I ask why you need it translated?”

“My aunt left it for me when she passed,” Adélie decides to let him know that piece. He nods, mum.

Thankfully, he didn’t push. The lass was close enough to crawl back into her shell and seal it from any other proding.

“Just bring the journal the next time we meet, so I can get started on it,” was Jun’s parting words two hours later.

Their assignment for the day is finished and she is dying to head back for a quick routine before heading back home to Evelyn.

⠀⠀⠀

つづく。

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 6 of ?)

gif by my queen @michaelgreys, i'm basically her fanblog now but im not mad about it :) i mean just look at him!!1! i almost fainted

a/n: first of all, if you stuck around to this point, tysm for reading!!! this has been one of the most amazing fics ive ever been a part of and it's all thanks to the gorgeous @stxdyblr-2k, who generously took control of the next few parts. her brain is beautiful and we all owe her flowers or something. when i read what she sent me i couldn't bring myself to change much except for some small edits, so pls give her lots of love if you like it!!!! i'm still working on requests as well :)

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five | my masterlist

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03

prompt: nothing this good can last forever. john doesn't know how to feel, and neither do you.

warnings: nsfw! a teensy bit of smut, angsty as fuck prepare yourselves accordingly, a lil fluff if u squint, yeah this fucked me up

Obviously, it wasn't the last time.

Over the coming months you had many last times; his mouth pressed against your neck said as much. As his responsibility at work increased, you'd find yourself heading to his office after your lectures and night classes more often, perched on his lap, smoking, while he finished up his numbers under your critical gaze.

Thomas was more than aware; his snarky comments made it obvious he had his ways of monitoring your actions. You'd seen the dark car lurking outside your rallies and lectures, and no matter how you'd try to throw him off, not even telling Ada where you were going and even, in a moment of desperation, through your neighbours back window, somehow, his silent shadow was still looming. He was practically begging you to make a mistake, to give everyone an easy out. You just couldn't give him the satisfaction. You knew Tommy saw the world as a chess board, always several moves ahead of his opponent. Even when you played him in chess club all those years ago, you could outflank him if you thought on your feet and kept him thinking he was winning until you obliterated him in the end game. It was brutal, sure. But as he told you, there were bigger games at play. You had your own. Thomas could read your mail, intercept your phone calls and have you followed, but he couldn't hear what you said out of earshot. Your lot could smell an interceptor in your ranks, so spying at that close of a proximity was out of the question.

That's why he'd decided to let you have John. You knew his silent approval and his constant management of the narrative meant he saw a tactical gain. There was only so much information he could get from Ada, but John? He just had to agitate him in the right way and all your secrets would come tumbling out. It was difficult hiding your world from John; of what he knew of, he was supportive, quizzing you over current affairs and political discourse, listening intently. Yet, you had to watch your mouth. You had to keep a barrier up and you knew John sensed the distance. Fundamentally, there was nothing either of you could do.

So here you were, in a comfortable limbo. Your days were filled with work, evenings were for lectures and reading groups at the city's university, Ada and you often stopped for a drink or three; you'd go by your flat to freshen up, and then to John's office. Sometimes, you wouldn't visit for a week or so when the guilt sent you over the edge, it was draining to be living so many lives and knowing you were betraying the person you loved most on earth. Ada was oblivious, taking you on her nightly adventures filled with men, dancing and waiting while she was busy kissing in dark corners. Sometimes a young blinder would ask if you wanted to be walked home. The first occurrence you thought was sweet, but as the nights it occurred coincided with nights John seemed extra pent up, you'd decided to ask. The boy, who couldn't be older than twelve but who you knew was trained in using firearms and had a revolver pinned to his hip and a razor in his cap, looked confused.

"Mate, it's not a tough question. Why do you come and ask?"

"There's a phone call." He shrugs, "Isaiah or Michael tells us to go and get you."

Isaiah and Michael were somewhat aware? Fucking hell. Your fling was basically a military campaign at this point, so many of your friends were complicit. The little lads who ran as messengers around Birmingham were complicit. You had to just end it.

But when you sat on his thigh, his chin hooked over your shoulder, it felt so worth it. He never turned you away when you came crawling back. He never mentioned it until after you were finished, hooked under his arm.

"Fucking missed you, gorgeous."

Sometimes he'd remind you not to be a stranger with a wink, but you could tell it was tearing him apart too. He never once came to you. That's how he could justify it in his mind; obviously, the bare minimum was not having sex with his sister's best friend, but in failing that, waiting for you to initiate it was somewhat better. He barely talked to Ada now, citing work as an excuse, but truly the guilt sickened him. He couldn't believe he was prepared to continuously hurt his little sister and betray her. But every time you turned up at his door, he couldn't find it in himself to turn you away. In his mind, every single time you came to visit him was the last time he'd let it happen, yet he was always waiting for you to come back, his blind closed to signal he was prepared. He never would call, it had to be your choice.

You'd been off and on for over five months now. It was so difficult to hide in plain sight, but you just couldn't stop yourself. Neither of you purposefully meant for this to be happen but fuck, was it fun.

For your birthday he'd gifted you a fur coat from the same shop his sister, aunt and the fashionable crowd of Birmingham had purchased theirs. He joked that you looked like a "proper razor chaser", kissing you when you pouted at his teasing, begging you to wear only the coat when you fucked him next. It was a practice for blinders to buy a coat for their wives and girlfriends as a status symbol. You were neither, but John claimed that being his "favourite lass" also counted.

John was a laugh, but you knew at any time he could close his door to you. Until he decided he couldn't be bothered with you, you weren't going to get caught. You just had to be careful until he got bored.

***

You did end up putting a foot wrong. It was a Thursday night; you were sitting on the edge of John's desk while he was ridding you of your blouse. It was past midnight, Birmingham was asleep. You almost didn't bother coming out tonight, but you knew John had lost a deal and you wanted to be there for him. Your skirt and stockings were strewn across the desk with his shirt, vest and waistcoat, muddled into the files and papers which were once neatly stacked.

His fingers were pumping in and out of you, his mouth lapping at your breast, your head tipped back in euphoria, groaning. The stress made him more affectionate and tender with you, and it was nights like these that made you wonder. Wonder if this could ever be something more, something real.

John's body suddenly pulled away from yours, quickly turning the light off.

"John, what-" You were cut off by John’s hand over your mouth, muffling your words.

"Shut up and get behind the desk." He hissed. "Someone's coming upstairs."

You quickly grabbed your clothes from the shiny oak surface and crouched, hiding yourself from view, quickly making yourself decent. You weren't going to get shot through the head with your tits out. You listened to the stairs creek, and it sounded like a group. You two were easily outnumbered. They were talking, but the thick panels of wood muffled their voices.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the cracks in the door giving the room a dulled glow, you could make out the figure of John. He was free of his shirt, toned body on display, standing with his back flat to the wall, revolver produced from a discreet notch in the door frame, gaze fixed on where they'd enter. He was tense, ready. The door was unlocked from the outside, the door handle twisting.

John's lip shifted in confusion yet still he kept his trigger finger ready, not a single shake from your general.

The light flicked on and a shriek rang out. It was blinding, and you stood up slightly dazed. Finn was in the doorway, John next to him clutching his chest, panting and lowering the gun.

"Jesus Christ, Finn, can't you knock like a normal person? Scared the shit out of us." John bellowed, shaking as the adrenaline coursed through his body, resting his hands on the edge of the desk as he regained his breath.

"You're the one who pointed a gun at me! I didn't even know you were in 'ere!" Finn yelped.

The commotion had attracted the attention of Ada and Isaiah, who had come running and stopped in their tracks upon seeing you standing behind John's desk in the middle of the night. They weren't stupid. John was topless, your clothes obviously rumpled, both with matching tousled hair and practically stinking of guilt. You'd been caught red handed. Ada's eyes flicked between both you and John, and you could practically see the pieces of the puzzle clicking together in her mind, all the moments she found questionable since you'd returned suddenly making sense, realising she had been deceived by the two people who she was meant to trust most in life. Finn looked absolutely crushed, he'd never been able to conceal his emotions as well as his older brothers and sister, linking his fingers through Ada's, squeezing her hand.

"I forgot to drop this off earlier." Finn stated, holding up a money box, "Ada had keys so we thought we'd sneak in so I wouldn't get done by Tommy. We did call round yours, Y/N. We thought you were in bed."

"I'm sorry." You said. It was not enough but you just didn't know what else to say. You couldn't make it right, you'd really fucked up this time. Tears pricked at your eyes, as Ada examined you in silence.

John stepped in front of you defensively. "Look, Ada-"

"How long has this been going on?" She asked, her voice shaking with rage. You and John exchanged a glance. "I said, how fucking long?"

"Five months, six in a fortnight." He answered.

Isaiah whistled lowly. "That's fucked. I thought it was only a few times, that it'd finished."

"Never really over when it's John is it." Finn interjects, you glance to him, were you just one in a long string? You shouldn't be surprised but it was easy to pretend he may actually care about you.

"You've been fucking around for six months behind my back?" Ada yelped, Finn trying to comfort her but she pulled away from him. "And you fucking knew Iz."

"I'd expect this from you, yeah? Wouldn't put anything past you these days.." she sneered at John, "But you? You?! You're meant to be my best mate, but here you are sneaking about fucking my brother?"

"Ada-" you began, eyes welling with tears.

"I thought I could trust you. You're just another fucking razor chaser, aren't you?" She spits. "That's why you came back."

"No it wasn't, Ada-"

Her eyes flashed with anger, but this time John was on the receiving end. "You bought her that fucking coat ,didn't you? The fur one. You did! Fuck's sake!" Her fists were clenched, shoulders squared. For the first time in your life, you understood why crowds parted for Ada Shelby. Understood all the free drinks and cab rides, the nervous serving staff declaring your meal on the house (always acknowledged by Ada with a hefty tip), understood why the men of Birmingham didn't last long with her.

"Did it feel good to swan about town in that fucking coat, while acting as though you cared about me? It's so fucking embarrassing. All trussed up because my knobhead big brother makes you feel special? Thanks for rubbing it in my face."

"Ada, I love you. I never meant to hurt you, I got caught up and that's on me. It's my fault."

"You're not acting like you love me. This isn’t what love is, Y/N." She retorted.

You couldn’t do anything but nod. She was right.

John opened his mouth to speak, Ada silencing him, a scowl darkening her features.

"I don't care what you have to say. Any of you. Who else knows?"

"Thomas, Michael, Arthur-" John listed off slowly, each name prompting Ada to break down a little bit more in front of you.

"I didn't know Arthur knew." You said pointedly, John sending you an exasperated glance. He was planning on dealing with that later, but right now was about his sister. Fuck him if he thought you were going to stick around much longer. You didn't want to hear him justify everyone else knowing about your fling with your best friend being left completely in the dark.

"That all you have to say for yourself?" Ada snaps at you.

"I have fucking no defense, do I Ada? I should've walked away." You pushed your hair back, frustrated at yourself, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You begged yourself not to cry. Tears wouldn't help anything.

"Why didn't you?"

You didn't know. Your silence only riled her up.

"Why didn't you fucking walk away?" Ada yelled, slamming her hands on the desk.

You felt hot tears run down your face, quickly moving your hands to dab at your tears.

"Don't you dare fucking cry. After all you've done, you don't get to cry in front of me." Ada growled at you, John going to shush her, obviously wanting to comfort you. "You can all fuck off. You've all lied to me and gone behind my back. Fuck’s sake, you could've just told me. You could've just told me."

"We didn't want to hurt you." John said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder but she flinches away.

"This hurts so much more. You get that you all lying to me is so much worse, don't you?"

"We weren't thinking."

"You really fucking weren't." Ada laughs bitterly, shaking her head, blinking away tears. "Fuck you lot."

She stormed out, tailed by Finn, begging her to slow down and talk to him, protesting his innocence in the situation. Isaiah hesitated in the doorway, his eyes flickering between you and John.

"I had no idea you two've been at it for so long."

"Iz, fuck off yeah? I've had enough today." John shot back, sliding across the desk towards you. "You alright, lass?"

"We're done here, John."

He slid off the table, his hand cupping your face, "Hey, gorgeous, I get it but don't go breaking my heart tonight. Can we just leave this for tomorrow? Sleep on it."

The idea of getting any sleep at all tonight was laughable, you'd be up all night replaying these moments and torturing yourself. Tonight couldn't get any worse so you had to finally end it. Now was the right time.

"John, it should've never happened."

"But it did."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's over."

"Y/N. You know for me it was never just about-"

"You're making it difficult. Stop making it difficult. Whatever you say isn't going to change that right now we have to do the right thing."

"I know you're right, but I don't want to let go. Is it so wrong to want you? I adore you, you know that."

You wouldn't meet his eyes. Sighing, John pressed his forehead to the side of your head, chin brushing your shoulder, eyes closing. He was begging you to stay with him. There had to be a solution, you'd figure it out together. His voice was cracking, eyes glassy. He looked so much younger when he was pleading. The tall bloke who terrorised the Midlands with his razor rimmed cap, a revolver in his hand, and a ruthless trigger finger had vanished. You wanted to stay, burning to curl up with him and for him to kiss it better.

"I should go." You told him. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh before pulling away, nodding.

"I'd drive you home but obviously-"

"Obviously."

John suddenly turned from you, eyes narrowing at Isaiah who was still hovering at the door. "Thought I told you to fuck off. Make yourself useful and get Y/N home safely." His tone was ice cold once again.

Isaiah nodded, offering his arm to you. You reached the door and instinctively looked back at John. His eyes met yours, staring at you from his desk, just as you knew he would. He prepared himself to watch you leave every night, but this time was different. That was it with you two.

Isaiah strode down the street with you in silence. You were tucked into his side as was customary with the upcoming blinders who were particularly ambitious, but there was no relaxed chat.

"Isaiah. What’re you thinking?" You asked, voice tinged with nervousness.

He sighed, running his free hand across his jaw, "That was intense in there."

"Just how he is." You shrugged.

"Does he love you or sommet?"

"Fuck knows… does it matter?"

"Of course it does. Do you love him?"

"Drop it. None of that matters, it shouldn't have happened in the first place so it can’t," You snapped, the anger at the situation you'd created suddenly overwhelming.

Isaiah whistled, raising his brow at your obvious turmoil. "You're in fucking deeper than you want to admit."

He walked you up your path, watching you turn the key to the side door leading to your bedsit. You paused, turning to him.

"Iz… I don't know what to do next."

It was so dark, you could see his face only by the lit cigarette burning to embers between his fingers. He inhaled deeply, pausing before delivering his carefully laid out plan of avoidance. Obviously the event of him crossing the Shelbys and losing their good graces weighed heavily on his mind. You nodded, listening intently, noting his ideas of relocation but he explained they were a final resort. The best thing to do was try to regain their trust; in the long run, he had calculated, it was the only option that didn't result in your life being haunted by the Shelbys. Even if they left you alone, their enemies would make a point to go after you, seeing you as an easy target. The other option was to leave the country.

"Good luck, Y/N. I mean it." He muttered as you turned the handle to the temporary safety of your home. You nodded, offering you cheek for the polite good night kiss you'd become accustomed to. He rolled his eyes and obliged, pressing an affectionate kiss to your cheek and ruffling your hair. "I'm serious. Watch your back."

***

John broke down when he finally heard the lock click shut. His eyes had been prickling with boiling tears, his jaw tensed to hold them back. He yelled out in anger, flipping his desk with force, a loud crash as the wood splintered against the stone flooring, glass shattering from the photo frames. His hands went to his head, unable to stop the gasping breaths escaping from his trembling lips, his face reddening.

"Fuck’s sake." He growled. He'd fucked everything up. He had nothing, just as he'd told you the first night you returned. The consequence was no surprise, he'd anticipated the fall out for a while, but he couldn't resist you. He was completely guilty and had no defense; his only justification being that you made him think with his cock, not his brain.

Fuck’s sake. Polly was going to murder him. She'd always had a soft spot for Ada, as the only girl in the family, and was no stranger to lecturing him over his flirtatious behaviour around Ada's friends. She'd murder him. He had a half mind to never go home. He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. Polly had no use for tears. That's what she'd tell him when he was a boy coming home with a skinned knee. This was far worse.

He was also sure that he was a worse brother than Tommy, perhaps the worst in the world. His baby sister, who he'd helped to toddle, carry proudly on his shoulders after school and race with her on his back through the fields on the outskirts of Small Heath, had walked in on him obviously in the midst of fucking her best mate. If he had swallowed his pride and actually talked to her, he wouldn't be in this mess. He could've told her that things changed, that for the same reasons Ada loved Y/N he had fallen for her, that he was truly sorry but she had to know before it got too far and someone got hurt. He couldn't go back.

He should've never approached you that night.

He should never approach you again.

He looked over the mess of his office, the splintered wood and shards of glass, a confetti of paperwork. Now nothing mattered. None of this mattered. He'd lost everything and he had only himself to blame.

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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Bullet Wound

Jax Teller x Reader

No calls, no texts, no nothing. The last you heard the guys was heading home from the run but that was it and you were going out of your goddamn mind. Any longer and you would have to replace the carpet in the living room with the amount you were pacing.

One of your biggest fears was that you lost any of them on a run, especially Jax. He had always been reckless.

The only thing that brought you out of your thoughts was your phone ringing. Without even checking who was calling you answered.

“Hey baby” Jax’s voice came through the phone, it didn’t sound normal he sounded high.

“Thank fuck you are alive” you breathed “I was getting worried”

“I’m all good babygirl” he laughed, you knew by his tone he was lying to you.

“You best not be lying to me?” You said running your hand through your hair.

“I’m not, I promise I’m in one piece” he said. “I will be home soon promise”

“Okay I love you” you smiled.

“I love you too babygirl, I gotta go Chibs needs me” he chuckled before ending the call.

Something in your gut was telling you something went wrong on the run. You were having an internal battle on whether to drive over to the clubhouse.

“Ye shouldn’t have lied Jackie Boy” Chibs sighed as he put his glasses on.

“I know how much she panics man” he sighed “can you just do your thing and get this slug out of my shoulder, I will tell her everything when I get home”

An hour had passed, Chibs had managed to get the slug out of Jax’s shoulder and was just closing up the wound. Right now Jax was currently high as a kite laying on the pool table.

“Right Ye are all done, but ye aren’t in a fit state ta ride so go sleep it off” Chibs said as he placed the needle down.

As soon as Jax had clambered off the pool table and disappeared out of sight, Chibs saw you walk into the club house.

“Shite” he muttered.

Your eyes went wide as your saw his bloody gloves, the medical supplies and bloody gauzes laying on the pool table.

“Filip” you said in a warning tone “who have you just patched up?”

“Urm”

“Don’t even think about lying to me boy” you huffed “it was Jax wasn’t it”

“Aye lass” Chibs sighed. “A stray bullet got lodged in his shoulder”

“I fucking knew it” you shouted “where is he?”

Without saying a word Chibs pointed towards the dorms and watched as you stormed off to find Jax.

As you got closer to Jax’s dorm you heard him groaning, taking a deep breath. You opened the door and saw him lying on the bed topless with his shoulder bandaged up.

“Why did you lie to me?” You huffed leaning against the door frame.

“I didn’t lie baby I said I was still in one piece”

“Somehow I don’t class having a freaking bullet lodged in your shoulder as in one piece” you snapped. “And I had to find out from Chibs, not even you”

“I was gonna tell you baby” Jax sighed “I didn’t wanna worry you”

“Yeah well I was already worried” you glared.

“Baby look I’m fine” Jax grinned as he moved his arm causing him to wince.

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it Jax” you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose, you could feel yourself getting angry at the blonde idiot laying in front of you.

“Chibs sorted me out, it’s no big deal” he half shrugged.

You could tell he was only feeling brave because he was high.

“Not the fucking point Jax” you spat “you know it’s one of my biggest fears, you getting hurt and then you don’t even bother to tell me when you do get hurt”

Jax could see all your emotions bubbling inside of you.

“You are so reckless at times, do you know that” you shouted, tangling your hands in your hair. “You fly by the seat of your pants half the time and I’m always stressed I’m gonna get a call saying you are dead Jax”

“I’m sorry” he mumbled, looking like a child being told off.

“I don’t think you understand, you say yours sorry and then what happens on the next run you come home with yet another injury, more cuts and bruises. It’s only gonna be a matter of time before you wind up dead and it scares the living shit out of me”

You didn’t know what point you started crying but you had hot tears running down your cheeks.

“Shit baby” Jax whispered pushing himself off the bed, wincing as he did “c’mere princess”

Without any hesitation you buried your head into the crook of Jax’s neck, carefully avoiding his shoulder.

“I knew you were scared but I didn’t know it was this bad” he whispered, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“I’m fucking petrified” you breathed inhaling his scent. “I love you so fucking much and the thought of losing you”

“Hey hey” he cooed, stroking the back of your head. “I’m not going anywhere princess, you are stuck with me for life I can assure you of that”

A couple of hours had passed and you had now calmed down, and was tangled up with Jax in bed. Your head laid on his chest listening to his heart beat as he ran his hands along your back.

“I promise I will be more careful” he whispered, kissing your head.

“Good because I don’t want to raise this one on my own” you grinned, grabbing his hand and placing it on your stomach.

“Wait what?” Jax said in shock as you looked up at him grinning.

“Your gonna be a daddy”

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littlemessyjessi · 3 years

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“A Deal With Cupid”: James Fleamont Potter: PS Reader: Chapter 11

(A/N: Reader has a very cute/kawaii aesthetic to her and is all about the pampering. I was originally gonna make her an oc but I know a lot of you have been missing reader content so I figured this would be a good compromise. A reader insert with all that that entails but with a little bit of a theme, lol)

Also, big thank you to Delilah for comish-ing this chappie! I hope you enjoy it love!

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James was positively buzzing with excitement.

Y/N has finally overcome her sickness...and period...with the help of the four of them mother henning over her.

And, of course, with the help of Madame Pompfrey's potions.

And just some good old fashioned rest and relaxation.

James discovered something about himself during the whole process.

And that something was that when Y/N got sick... he turned into the biggest sap in the world.

He hated it that she was sick.

Absolutely hated it.

But also...he kind of loved how needy she was and how she wanted him to hold her constantly.

Which he was more than happy to do, honestly.

The only time it was particularly gut wrenching was when he had to leave for classes or quidditch.

And of course, the absolute misery that was when McGonagall came to investigate about the sick girl and found them curled up in his bed.

To say that James panicked would've been the understatement of the century.

But the professor simply gave him a stern look and reminded him of the rules that she was sure he'd no doubt break before telling him to inform her that she is to return to her dorm when she wakes up.

James had whined incessantly but relayed the information none the less.

He walked her as far as he could before she simply pecked his cheek and went to bed.

He didn't even see her for two days but it would seem that bit of of uninterrupted rest was exactly what she needed.

That morning, he was up with the first rays of sunshine and on the Quidditch pitch for practice.

They'd spent the early hours running drills and preparing to absolutely slaughter Ravenclaw next weekend.

So he fully intended on having a shower and collapsing in his bed for a quick nap before tracking down his girlfriend to check on her.

When low and behold, he opened his dorm room and the scent of orange and cream filled his senses.

Music was coming from the door to his lav and he could smell the familiar scent of that vanilla candle.

Y/N was here and taking her bubble bath it would seem.

"Love?" James called out to her gently, as not to startle her.

"In here, James!" she called back. "I'm in the tub!"

"Oh alright, love. I'll be out here when you get out!" he called back.

He was fighting with himself because he missed her and wanted to snatch her into his arms but he also wanted to give her her space and be respectful.

"Ok, but I mean, you can come in her, babe. It's fine. I'm covered by the bubbles anyway." she said and James went rigid.

"Bubbles pop, love." he chuckled nervously.

"Not these." she giggled. "They're my own invention. I'm a frickin genius."

"And so modest." he teased poking his head in the door to see her sitting there in a tub almost overflowing with bubbles.

She shrugged and grinned mischeviously, "Even if they do pop I think we're past that stage. You held my hair while I puked for the past week and literally cleaned snot out of my nose."

"Yeah, that was gross." he said finally stepping into the lav and taking a seat on the edge of the tub.

Her head was wrapped up in a pink scarf, protection her hair from getting wet and there was a purple face mask covering her skin.

James couldn't help it as a soft smile crawled onto his face.

"What?" she asked furrowing her brows at him, making the mask crack a bit in places.

"Nothing." he said with a chuckle.

She splashed some water at him, "Tell me."

"Nothing." he said reaching in and splashing him back. "It's just, I love how comfortable we are with each other. We haven't even had our first kiss yet and here we are. I'm covered in mud and I stink from Quidditch and you're literally sitting in a bubble bath. You don't seem concerned with that at all."

She shrugged, "It's cause I know you won't hurt me and I know I can be myself with you."

"Me too." he smiled. "Mud and all."

"Eh." she shrugged again and pointed at her face. "You have your mud and I have mine."

"I guess that's true." he said.

"Do you want to get in?" she asked and James nearly fell in the floor.

She giggled wildly, "I just meant because you need a bath, James. You've been to practice. It doesn't have to be weird if we don't make it weird. It's just a bath."

"Yeah, but we'll be.."

"Naked. Yes." she said. "But again, it's a bath. If you're not comfortable that's ok. It was just an offer anyway."

"No, no, I'm ok with that. I just don't wanna- what I mean is- I don't want to ever make you feel like- ugh, fuck- I can't - I just don't want to-" he stammered.

"James, I'm the one that brought it up." she said pointedly. "If I had a problem with it, then I wouldn't have said anything."

He nodded with a gulp.

"Er, uh, ok?" he said.

She tilted her head, "James, if you're not comfortable it's ok. There's not pressure. I'm cool either way."

"No, no." he said. "I'll have a bath with you. I just have to."

"Oh right." she said closing her eyes and creating a shield with her hands. "Ok, go ahead. I can't see anything."

James chuckled as he undressed, "I wasn't really worried about that but thanks for the thought."

"What do you take me for?" she teased. "Someone who would take advantage of you in your vulnerable state?"

"And what state is that?" he asked dipping into the hot water of the tub opposite of her.

"Exhausted from Quidditch, of course." she giggled.

James snorted as he moved some of the bubbles around to cover him.

"Alright, I'm covered." he said and she moved her hands to reveal her grin.

"Helloooo." she said impishly.

"Hello." he said.

"Want some face mask?" she asked holding out the purple tube to him.

"Maybe later." he said leaning his head back on the edge of the tub. "You know, I'd planned on a shower but I think this is much better."

"Well a soak is usually great for aching muscles. A massage is too. Come here and I'll rub your shoulders." she said.

James' eyes snapped open and he went rigid again.

"Uh, what?" he squeaked.

"Oh, James relax." she laughed. "I was just gonna rub your shoulders. I know you hold a lot of tension there."

"Are you sure?" he asked, searching her eyes for any speck of hesitation.

"I won't bite." she grinned. "Unless you ask me too that is."

James narrowed his eyes at her.

"Don't you start." he said before slowly making his way over to her.

He checked her face once more for any sign of discomfort but she only smiled at him.

He turned around and she slowly pulled him back into her.

He had to work to ignore the way his skin felt against hers.

"See there." she said, placing a kiss to his jawline. "And you were scared for nothing."

"I wasn't scared, love." he admitted, relaxing as he felt her fingers gently massage his shoulders. "I just don't want to ever do anything that hurts you or makes you uncomfortable. You mean way too much to me. I'd never do anything to-"

"I know, James." she said, kissing his cheek and running her fingers through his hair.

He sighed and continued to relax until he was leaning against her heavily.

She soaped up the wash rag and gently washed his chest, letting the bits of dirt slide down into the bubbles concealing them.

James continued to let her wash his hair and rub his shoulders for a bit before he leaned back to look at her.

"Thanks, babygirl." he said. "I didn't realize I needed that but I did."

"I got you." she said. "Just like you've always got me."

He nodded, "Couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

"A week ago I might not have believed you if you said that to me but you did put up with me while I was sick AND on my period. I'm a terror when I'm like that." she admitted, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and placing her cheek into his wet hair.

"You just felt bad, love." he said, kissing the back of her hand. "You couldn't help it."

"Still." she shrugged.

"You weren't that bad, honestly." he said. "You just wanted a lot of cuddles. But I'm always more than happy to provide that service."

She giggled behind him and he couldn't help but grin softly.

"Hey James?" she said and he leaned his head back to look at her again.

She was looking at him differently and he was mesmerized by the twinkle in her eyes.

"Yeah, love?" he asked.

She didn't say anything as she leaned in to connect their lips.

James' stomach turned and flipped as they melded together.

He never would've imagined it to happen this way but it couldn't have been more perfect.

They finally seperated and James opened his eyes to see her looking at him oddly.

It was only when she started giggling when he noticed the mask on her face was smeared everywhere.

"There's purple all over my mouth isn't there?" he asked but her giggle told him everything he needed to know.

He splashed his own face with water to wash it off before a mischevious glint took over his features.

"James Fleamont Potter, don't you dare!"

"Too late." he said and send a tidal wave of water crashing into her.

The purple mask leaked off her face and her hair wrap was soaked to her head ... but she was smiling.

She pounced on him, trying to drown him in the bath water.

It was in that moment, when she was laughing wildly and simulataneously trying to murder him that James wondered how he'd ever gotten by so long without her.

She was the love of his life and he never wanted to spend another moment without her.

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goldenhawk-k · 3 years

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Fabian Seacaster is Trans!

Part one of my trans bad kids series, if you can call it that

Headcanons under the cut because this is a longer post

Fabian never really fully recognized the fact he had a gender at all, just that he was just like his papa

(even if Papa never wore his hair in long, pretty braids tied off with golden ribbon or clothed himself in flowery dresses that makes his old crew mates call him ‘a pretty young lass.’)

The first time he was forced to face the fact he was a 'girl' was in the first grade when a boy in her class told him girls weren't allowed to play pirates

(Fabian found this incredibly stupid considering his father was the Bill Seacaster, but whatever.)

His papa told him boys like that need to learn that pretty young women run the world (pretty young women like Fabian.)

The first time Fabian realized he, in fact, wasn't a girl was in the third grade when he was given his own Crystal-Pod and unfiltered access to the internet (let's be honest, his father is away enough and his mother isn't sober enough for this not to happen. Cathilda has other responsibilities as well)

Whatever the fantasy version of Miles McKenna is is what Fabian found on whatever the fantasy version of youtube is

He still didn't realize why he kept watching this boy until one midnight it just clicked.

Fabian was a boy.

He immediately started crying and panicking

Not thinking straight, he grabbed some scissors, went to the bathroom and just started chopping away at his hair

Cathilda, the only sober adult home at the time, heard child Fabian sobbing and went into the bathroom to check on him

Now, Fabian's hair was long. Like, down to his waist while still curly long. And now he was holding uneven chunks of it in his hands.

Of course, Cathilda was immediately worried. She knelt down next to him and started wiping his tears and asked, "Oh, what's wrong, Mistress [Deadname]?"

Through choked words, Fabian replied "Cathilda... I... I think I'm a boy."

She just kisses him on the top of his head and goes, "Alright, Master Seacaster. How about I clean up that hair cut of yours?"

The way he cut it so unevenly caused Cathilda to have to shave off the sides and back, leading to the undercut we all know and love

The next day his mother asks what happened to her daughter's hair, and Cathilda says she had a mishap with a curling iron while styling Fabian's hair

Cathilda 100% helped Fabian choose out his own name and overruled a few terrible ones before he landed on Fabian

(also, side note, but the realization he was a boy made the fact he liked girls much more understandable to him)

It takes him a few more years to tell his father, and if you've seen my other post you know how this goes down

Bill Seacaster has always called Fabian his darling girl, but the second he told his dad he was trans, Bill went "ah, so you’re my darling boy! Just like his papa ahahaha”

When he came out to his mother, the first thing she asked was if he picked out a name yet and what it was

When he tells her it's Fabian, she goes “oh, thank goodness. I was worried you were going to choose something like Chadley. Fabian’s a fine name.”

He's homeschooled for the rest of middle school, seeing how he never had many real friends anyways, and began his transition.

You know that black tank top he's always wearing? That's just his favorite binder bc he feels like he doesn't have to wear a shirt over it.

Since Fabian didn't really have any other male figures other than his father, he pretty much took every bit of toxic masculinity that Bill, knowingly or not, fed him

In fact, after he came out, Bill took him in even more under his wing to teach him how to be a true man

Fantasy High was the first time he ever went to school presenting as a male

Seeing as he still wasn't the most secure in his masculinity, so he really took what his father said to heart and decked Gorgug because this was what his father would do

Fabian is also really scared of needles, but he didn't like any of the other options available because he was convinced he needed to 'man up' and take them

When Adaine learned of this mid way through sophomore year, she came up with a simple spell to help with the injections and named it after Fabian

"Seacaster's Shots of Success"

After everything that happened during Spring Break of sophomore year, Fabian was finally able to overcome the years of both toxic masculinity and internalized transphobia and homophobia to realize "oh shit I think I also like guys"

He also uses he/they after spring break

After they left hell, Fabian broke down crying because he didn't realize just how much he missed his dad calling him his darling boy, seeing as it was one of his earliest memories of assurance for his gender

Fabian is 5'9" and is mildly dysphoric about his height but his competition with Fig, who is also 5'9", is oddly reassuring

And, finally, after finding out that Riz is also trans and his binder is old and worn out but they can't afford a new one, Fabian both donates all of his old binders that might fit and also buys him a whole new collection

(Riz's favorite is the one with magnifying glasses. It's also Fabian's favorite because it makes Riz smile his pretty smile)

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #trans bad kids #trans fabian seacaster #fabian aramais seacaster #fabian seacaster #adaine abernant #riz gukgak #figeroth faeth #gorgug thistlespring

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writings-by-blondie · 3 years

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~If The Stars Could Speak~

Soap Mactavish x F!Reader (teaspoon of Angst)

She was way too good for him and he knew that yet he couldn't forget the way her (h/c) hair fell over her shoulders, her laugh and a bit cold, but glittery look of her (e/c) eyes when their gaze met for the first time..it was like he could see universe in them.

He was in cold, gloomy, Russia, on a mission that was to be last, scribbling down words on the peace of paper, counting down hours till he get to hold her forever...

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His most trusting man, and friend, Simon and him decided to lay back and enjoy some free time they were granted away from their ever noisy and ever busy camp.

They were at downtown, walking and talking about how tonight is their night - they will leave job at office and they will just enjoy strong alcohol and good music.

The night was a bit chilly, but nothing unusual for the late September.

That just meant that John will finally have chance to wear that nice black spitfire jacket he bought not long ago, and he looked well in it.

As the two men walked they spotted the bar they wanted to be in for the rest of the night, right outside of it, sticking out like a sore thumb was parked some expensive car that John didn't know how to indenify as. He wasn't a big car head like his friend.

"Look at this mate. Its Porsche, bet some meat heads are in this place",

said Simon chucking and eyeing the car and tilting his head slowly towards the bar.

Mactavish smirked and pushed his friend gently as he started walking in, "You have a problem with that or you're just scared of guys who drive expensive cars, eh?".

Inside of the bar you and small group of your friends were in VIP lounge. Infront of you, on small glass table was a bucket filled with ice that kept some red bulls and couple of Baltica beers cold.

You were drinking Jack Daniels, your glass half full. Being tipsy already, you fake-laughed at some perverse joke friend next to you finished telling.

Tonight, you really felt down. Truth to be told, you've been feeling under the weather last couple of months, nothing seemed to go the right way and nothing you did could change that feeling. On top of that your stupid poosh boyfriend broke up with you over text last week, and even though you understood that your friends cared for you and wanted you to forget about that fool and enjoy yourself, you still couldn't shake away the bitterness and just wanted to curl away in your bed, eat some strawberry ice cream and watch ‘Casablanca’.

But here you were, in a black dress that glittered under the light, your hair styled in lazy but not messy curls, and your over-expensive white heels. You looked like the IT girl that every man would want for them selves, to put you on pedestal and admire you.

(Y/n) leaned back in the black leather seat before she took a deep sigh that was followed by pouting and throwing down rest of the Jack that was in her glass down her throat. It burned for a bit, but the sweet flavour of alcohol made her want to drink more, so she opened the half empty bottle and poured more of the honey-coloured liquid into her glass.

She leaned in close to her friend on the left and whispered,

"I need to go and check my make up. Save a seat for me, and dont touch my bottle, I will know if you do.",

you almost groaned last words since you knew well that your friends loved to mess with you.

The (h/c) girl now stood up, taking her light coloured purse that matched with her heels, in her hands and started walking towards the washroom of the bar.

The floor was wooden, hard wood, after all the bar was made to accommodate high class people and to draw in tourists who had a lot of money to spend. Her heels making a little bit noise as her steps collided with the floor. It was a southing sound, like when rain hits the metal.

Her hips swayed as her dress didn't quite hug her whole neatly shaped figure, so it swayed with her movements, glittering under the dim light of the noisy bar.

She had to watch every step since she felt that the alcohol was indeed kicking in, but the song playing on stereos drew her attention and just for a tiny moment she forgot completely that she had heels on.

"Shit-", you muttered loudly as your purse left your hands and you could see the dark wooden floor getting close to you now, but you weren't colliding with it, instead you felt stern grip on your waist, feeling the coldness of someones hand that went straight to your skin, under the dress. You furrowed eyebrows before looking up, facing a, without any exaggeration, handsomest man you ever laid eyes upon.

His eyes, blue as the sea in mid July in the noon, almost glittering like a waves when they shine under the hot sun. His smell now invaded your nostrils touching your senses, stimulating them, wanting more of it. It was pine mixed with old brand of ‘denim’, manly but still subtle, just enough.

He smiled at you softly looking into your eyes, not breaking eye contact once.

"Careful now lass, we don’t want any broken bones yet, the night is still young eh?..", he spoke with thick and extremely attractive (for some reason) Scottish accent and she took deep breath in, as the man slowly placed the girl in front of him back on her legs, parting his hand with her waist. The girl licked her lover lip, realizing now that she was blushing way more than it was appropriate for this kind of situation and softly muttered, "Sorry.. The heels..", under her breath before she walked pass the man and disappeared into woman's washroom.

Mactavish however trailed her with his eyes, her long and subtly toned legs, and the way the subtle cutout on her dress reviled a bit of her thigh. She was clearly in distress and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself as he picked up her purse from the floor and sat down in the nearby booth with Simon.

"What the hell was that?", Riley said as he took off his black leather jacket, placing it next to him.

"It was like some scene out of those old movies mate. Its like, in that one moment, universe existed to put us together.", John smiled to himself, also placing his jacket next to him, being a bit surprised at his own words, he wasn't cheesy, but romantic? He was that.

And he would never let any of his friends know that since well, it was an army and he didn't need Ghost going around the base telling everyone that their captain was softie.

"Since when are you that cheeky eh? Maybe Price doesn't make you do enough pushups at morning." Simon smirked at his friend and raised his hand to call the bartender,

"Its a quote, some of us are literate cinema vise mate", Mactavish smirked back at him leaning over the table, trying to reach for his cigars in his back pocket, "But she is bonnie, nonetheless.".

In washroom you tried to steady your breathing. You put your hand on your chest and closed eyes, but the only thing you could see was the man's eyes and his face. Girl quickly opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in big mirror that was placed on black and white tiles. (Y/n) looked at her face, noticing few spots where her make up was messed up, she pouted a bit and reached down on the sink for her purse, but her palm was met only with cold marble sink.

You quickly shot your gaze towards your hand, with your eyebrows furrowed. Eyes darting across the sink, around it and eventually around the whole washroom then the realisation hit you like a heavy boulder- you dropped your purse when you tripped, when he grabbed you.

"For fucks sake..", you muttered under the breath. It was enough humiliating that probably whole bar watched you stumble around like a new born deer and almost kiss the floor, but now you had to go retrieve your purse that was probably still on the ground and go back to washroom again looking like a lost highschool girl on the party.

You shook your head and realised that stupid anxiety attack got your judgment clouded- people fall every day, and they drop stuff everyday too.

The girl now straighten her posture, fixed her hair a bit and opened the door, exiting the cool room she was in before heading to the booth were she dropped her purse, but to her surprise the purse was not on the floor instead she heard familiar thick accent from the booth next to where she was standing,

"Looking for this lass?", the man waved with her purse smiling at her with one of his brows raised, his friend watching her, waiting for her next move.

You swallowed a big gulp, approaching the booth were the men were sitting slowly, taking your purse from the blue eyed man,

"Yes, thank you. Saving me from embarrassment.. Very noble of you.", you said with a now confident voice, not breaking eye contact with him. There was something about him, something unexplainable. It was like that with every second she looked at his face, at his slightly parted lips as a little smile formed on his face, you were losing grip on the time it was like a whole universe worked for you and him.

"Glad I could help ma'am. Those shoes do look dangerous, better watch your step.", the man spoke and she smiled at him, shyly nodding and turning around, breaking the eye contact with him, slowly walking towards her own booth where her friends were loud and drunk.

But every step you took was heavier than the last one, you didn't want to go there, you wanted to sit with him, smell that invading pine again, feel his touch again.. Was this alcohol that was in your bloodstream?

You stopped suddenly and took a deep breath, before turning on your heels and going back to the two man who were now smoking, their drinks were on their table as well.

"Oh screw it. Universe, dont make a fool out of me!", you thought internally as you approached back their booth, and both men looked up at you again.

"Do you need some help lassie? Are you feeling well?", the blue eyed man asked. You actually just now noticed that he had his hair styled as a mohawk and it suited him so nice, the scar over his eye stuck out as well.

You snapped out and shook your head in denial,

"Would you mind if I joined you for a drink?",

Ghost cleared his throat and looked away with a huge smirk over his face, avoiding John’s stern look. Mactavish moved himself to the left, leaving vacant place for the girl to sit and nodded his head down while putting out cigar that was already burned.

You sat next to him, smiling and biting inside of your cheek, leaving your purse on the edge of the table waving to the bartender to get his attention, you showed him universal sign for ‘another bottle’ and the man nod to you.

You returned your attention towards two men who were gazing at you the whole time.

"So, who wishes to start this AA meeting? How about you sir?", you pointed at men across from you. Both men cracked at your joke before the one you pointed at started talking,

"Name's Simon, that’s Soap- I mean John..", Simon barely held in his laugh looking away from the pair. You looked at men next to you and his jaw was clenched, he obviously didn't like that one.

"Y/N, nice to meet you fellas. This night needed some life in it. I was dying of boredom over at VIP's. Some fresh environment is nice..",

you smiled at John who was downing his beer, slowly he nod at the girl and the bartender finally came with your new bottle of Jack and three glasses for each of you.

"Put it on my bill, thanks.", you said and John eyed you as you opened the bottle of whiskey and poured everyone about a half of the glass, raising your own towards him as you finished. You smirked a bit, leaning towards him, unintentionally, your thigh subtly brushed against his light blue denim jeans.

"Cheers to not breaking bones and to concerned strangers.”, you said the words, slowly looking up at his eyes yet again.

John looked down at you, slowly colliding his glass with yours.

"Well, cheers to me I guess..", Simon muttered to himself and downed down the glass. You couldn't help but laugh sincerely, John joining you while rolling his eyes at Simon,

"Ghost getting ghosted, this will be the story to tell the mates back at camp for sure..".

You raised your eyebrow in confusion, leaving your glass on the table and crossing your legs, leaning back,

"Camp? What are you two like some secret agents or something?", you asked and John and Simon talked to you about their job deep into night. They explained their line or work as subtle as they could and shared some of the funniest moments from their missions with you.

John enjoyed your laugh, the way you blushed when you caught him looking at you, avoiding his gaze, how well your lips were glossed and your perfume that made him want to invade your neck and collarbone with small and soft kisses. He also noticed how soft your skin was when he "accidentally" touched your hand as you were reaching for the bottle, wanting to pour another drink.

It was about 3 in the morning when you turned around towards the bartender who was next to you, telling you and your new friends that the bar is closing in about five minutes. Your friends left long time ago, too drunk to even notice that you were gone or that you were now sitting elsewhere.

"Oh come on Gorge! Cant you see how much fun we are having here? Can’t you just lock us in or join us?", you blinked innocently at the bartender and it made man blush, ofcourse that didn't go unnoticed by Mactavish who cleared his throat subtly and put his hand around your shoulder. You turned your head, raising eyebrow at him and questioning what the hell he was doing.

"Come on lass, man has a job to do, a boss to answer to. We will get you to your hotel eh?", you chuckled at him, now relaxing into his touch, and he loved it. He softly rubbed exposed skin on your shoulder with his thumb and you inhaled sharply, smiling at him reaching for your purse and pulling out keys from your car,

"I drank a lot.. Who is driving lads?",

You closed the door of your Porsche and could hear Simon in the back seat whistle,

"It even has leather inside and tv in the back of the seat. Of course it does.. For gods sake (y/n), you could've just told us that you are rich. We would've distanced from you.", Riley made a joke and you laughed, turning around in your seat looking at Simon, as John started the car, slowly advancing towards the main street.

"I wouldn't trade time I had with you boys for nothing in this world. I haven't laughed like that in ages..",

Riley now looked at Mactavish on review mirror smirking,

"Soap, drop me off first and then take (y/n) back to her place. Base is just around the corner it will save her some gas.".

You eyed man who was driving now, waiting for his response, he groaned in response then he nodded slowly looking at you, before returning eyes to the road that was empty. The city was in deep sleep.

John parked infront of some old looking house and Simon chuckled, "Well this is my stop. I'll see ya in the morning mate, don't forget to freshen up, we will need you frosty eh?",

Simon said before he slammed the doors shut and swiftly disappeared into the house.

You looked at John and pouted a bit, he looked and you and wiggled his eyebrows playfully,

"Where to miss?", he put up his best British accent and you couldn't help but laugh at how silly he sounded.

"With you? To the stars.." you leaned on his shoulder and kicked down your heels, tucking your legs under your tights.

Mactavish took a deep breath, inhaling the sent of your perfume, before he started driving again, he reached for the radio and turned it on.

A soft tune of "Midnight" song was on it and you hummed in approval.

"You know, I feel like I should've met you long ago instead of wasting my time around, not knowing where am I going, what am I doing. I wish this night could last forever John, I wish I could be stuck in it forever.."

The man smiled and reached for one of your hands, locking his fingers with your smaller ones, his eyes never leaving the road.

"I want to show you one place, if you are not up for sleep yet lassie?"

You parted your head with his shoulder to look up at him, his face being illuminated by dim street lights, he looked so soft and like he didn't have any worry in the world.

"Aye sir, I am in your hands for the rest of this trip." you joked and he let out a huffed laugh, bringing your hand closer to his lips, kissing your knuckles, you watched him carefully, biting your lower lip as you felt the warmth spread throughout your entire body from just that tiny exchange of affection.

John parked the car, pulled the break and turned the machine off. He leaned back in the leather seat and looked at you, smile creeping around the corners of his mouth.

"Take my jacket, it can be windy up here."

He said and reached in the back seat for his jacket, handing it to you. You took it into your hands and looked around you, it was quiet and dark all around. Not single lamp post or anything was in the vicinity, only the headlights that John left on, and the soft tune of radio that still played.

"There is nothing here, and honestly it feels like a horror movie. Am I about to be murdured and thrown from this cliff John?"

Mactavish just chuckled and opened the car doors on his side,

"Do you trust me lass?", he asked as he leaned on the car roof, peeking inside and looking at you.

"Do I trust man I just met in local bar to exit my car, my only way of escaping, and obey him to walk into my own funeral? Sure yeah, here I come.." you said with playful tone as you stepped out of your car, flinging his black jacket over your shoulders and sliding your arms into it. It smelled like him and you buried your nose into the collar of jacket, closing your eyes and getting lost in the man's perfume mixed with aftershave. You were about to close the doors of the car when John cut you off,

"Don't close the doors, we won't be able to hear the music".

He was now behind you, towering over your smaller frame and your heart skipped the beat as you turned around to face him.

He slowly reached for your hips and without any hesitation or struggle, swayed you off your bare feet and lifted you up. You instinctively warped your arms around his neck smiling at him.

"You need to stop watching that many horror movies, they will rot your pretty brain"

He smiled at you with his eyes, looking down at your parted lips. Your face being right infront of his, possibly few inches away since he could feel your breath on his skin, and you could feel his. Blush creeped around your cheeks and he put you down on the hood of the car that was still warm from the engine. Your hands left his neck, but he still remained between your legs, not letting your hips just yet. You could've swore that his eyes were shining that night, you knew it was not possible, that your brain was seeing tings the way it wanted to, but you still chose to believe that impossible was possible in that moment.

His shadow that was casted due to headlights now moved, and with deep inhale his grip left your hips and you bit your lip. You felt disappointed and empty, you wanted him to lean in closer, you wanted to taste him and to seal the deal, but he moved away, hopping on the hood with ease, next to you, and leaning down on the windshield, one hand behind his head and other stretched out across the hood. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and slowly nodded towards his hand.

You pouted but soon enough curled against him, resting your head on his arm and softly gliding your hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat under your palm.

In response he softly put his fingers in your hair, massaging your head in circular moves.

"Look up lass, the sky is beautiful tonight. No clouds, just stars blinking and shining somewhere out there, far, far away. Haven't seen this in a while."

You listened to his words and followed his gaze up towards the sky. He was right, it was indeed beautiful. Dark blue mixed with dozen blinking lights looking back at you and him. Moon was nowhere to be found however. And then it struck you, the whole moment was inscribed into your memory- his soft breathing, the glitter in his eyes, the soft music that was playing from inside the car, the murmur of water somewhere in the distance, the ruffle of the leaves and grass that were moved by soft breeze and your eyes watered a bit, you really wanted to live in this moment forever, to lie on his arm forever and to gaze at the same stars forever.

John noticed the hard breathing next to him and faced you with soft smile "Dont cry lass, I more like you smiling, it suits you better. Can't say the same for those shoes.. Those didn't work for you that well eh?" you chucked through the tears and felt his thumb on your cheek as he wiped one stray tear.

"I just want to be here forever.. Like this. With you next to me. If I had one chance to freeze the time it would be right now, right here with you so I could look at your eyes filled with thousand stars forever, counting them slowly one by one, never getting bored of you." the girl said softly pulling herself closer to him. John smiled and kissed her hair softly.

"Funny how you are telling me the words I should be telling you bonnie. Maybe this is just a dream eh? Maybe we will wake up from it feeling empty..I know that I will miss you when I am gone.. Now, tell me who broke your heart?"

John said with whisper, still gazing up at the stars, slowly closing his eyes.

"Life did. But its nothing you can't fix.." you said quietly, blushing and looking up at him. He opened the eyes and looked back at you, his eyes trailing every line of your face, trying to remember all the features of it as he leaned in and slowly kissed your forehead.

"Dance with me?" He asked and you smiled up at him.

"I dont have any shoes on." you replied as with one swift move he pulled you off the car .

"That is nothing I can't fix." he smirked a bit and lifted you up from the car, telling you to stand on his shoes.

"John no, I am heavy." you chuckled as his hands held you close to him, his hands under his jacket, one placed on small of your back and one firmly held your hip, your feet now on his shoes, and he started moving slowly in tune of "Gloria" by Midnight that was on radio station at the moment.

"Bollocks, you are light as a feather, I can't even feel you. Do you even eat something or you just drink every day?" He joked and you laughed, throwing your hands over his head, locking them behind his neck.

"Captain Mactavish, stop teasing me and kiss me. I demand that action." you ran your hand over back of his head, feeling the tingles on your palm from his fresh shaven hair cut.

He looked down at you, lingering his eyes on your lips that were smirking a bit, slowly closing distance between the two, teasingly.

He pressed his cold lips on yours and you closed your eyes, wanting to remember every single moment and every move he made.

He slowly moved his hand up and down your back, inviting you to deepen the kiss which you accepted. He kissed you slowly, with passion with every move. He was spilling all of his emotions right then and there, he held you like was afraid that you will disappear from his arms, like he wouldn't be able to touch you or feel you. Your heart feel heavy, and you swore he could hear it since it was crashing against your ribcage.

John slowly parted with your lips, looking into your eyes, his forehead resting on yours,

"After I am done with next mission, I will steal you and take you away so we can count all of the starts together, alright?" He asked and you nodded in approval slowly.

"Promise you wont forget?" You blinked up at him and he softly leaned in and kissed your lips again, kiss that was assuring and warm.

"I will be back in two days, wait for me here and be ready for a trip.", he softly brushed his nose on yours and you smiled wide at him, the universe was on your side, fate was on your side. It gifted him to you, to keep him and to cherish him, that whole night was like a fever dream, it almost didn't feel real- but it was. He was there and you were with him, swaying to the music slowly, kissing and feeling each other praying that sun wont come up just yet..

In two days you were at the same spot, your truck filled with all your stuff you needed.

You paced around the car excited, wanting to have his arms around you again, wanting to kiss him again... But he never showed up.

You never saw him again. You visited the bar often, you went to the house where you left his friend that night but the house was not there, it was demolished not long ago.

John disappeared without the trace, just the way he came into your life, unnoticed.

You never heard from him again. It was like that whole night was just a distant dream you had, and you would believe it if it wasn't for his jacket that was in your closet, his smell still lingering on it.

Years have passed, you never quite moved on, settling for a man who was nothing like John, but he cared for you, he really did.

Treating you right, bringing you flowers for every 14th of February, never forgetting anniversary or your birthday.

He didn't have stars in his eyes, he never took you to that place, never made you fall in love with him in bare hours, but he was enough. You had a nice house in nice neighbourhood and you lived a nice life with him.

You were at kitchen, preparing a lunch for your husband and you, when you heard a bell ring of your doors. You swiftly cleaned your hands and rushed to open the door.

"Yes?" You said as handle turned and the door opened.

Man who you never met before stood before you. He had small blue eyes, his beard was a bit weird but it suited him nice. He had a brown hair, and looked like life never treated him with ease.

"Can I help you sir?" You questioned the stranger and he nodded affirmative

"You are a hard one to find (y/n). Took me long enough.. Name's John Price, I have something for you.", he said and pulled white small envelope from his pocket handing it to you

"What is this sir? How do you know my name?" He smiled sadly at you and turned around being ready to leave when he stopped in his tracks, not facing you still.

"I am sorry. Wish I did more." .

He said and you were more confused than ever, you watched as man left your property and you closed the door, looking at the envelope that was in your hand. It was a bit heavy, but only on one side of it.

You rushed to the living room, where you sat down and opened it.

Dog tags fell out from them, they were cleaned recently, but the rust on them was noticeable still.

"John Mactavish"

ARMY

Some numbers and rest were scribbled from them.

Your heart dropped and your lips parted, eyes already filled with tears that slowly left your eye, falling down your cheek.

In the envelope was also a paper, it had blood stains on it. You tried wiping your eyes and reading it.

"I want to invite you for a walk,

To a quiet place; In the moor.

When the breeze sings midnight,

One if those nights- the moon is full.

A restless pounding invades in my heart,

When I think of my confidants-

The stars.

If they could only speak ,

What would they say?

If you could hear them talk.

For they know of my fondness for you,

And that in my thoughts

There is no other one.

If only the stars could speak

They will tell you that I love you,

They would ask you,

To love me back."

You hugged the peace of paper like it was John himself and let your tears fall freely whispering to yourself and to the paper like he could hear you, like he was the one in your arms instead of this bloody peace of paper.

“I do love you John.. I never stopped.”.

A soothing closure fell over you. Now he was the star somewhere up in the sky, looking over at you every night you faced the sky, waiting for you to join him one day.

#cod #cod mw #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #soap x reader #major character deaths #fluff #angst

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sopxhiea · 3 years

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Lush

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: The ropes are tied on both ends after their last meeting and the infamous wild girl keeps tugging at them, until a sliver of vulnerability seeps through and Alfie sees her for who she is.

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“Am I in trouble?”

“You play so hard to get...Will I ever catch you?”

The marble walls are cold. It’s sometime in december, hard to tell since the days seem to be morphing into each other as the clock ticks. The sun no longer shows, and it’s faint when it does. One sound from the large clock on the hallway and it’s the end of the week, the passing of time seems to escape the months.

Although no one seems to care as they dance through the night.

It was put somewhere in the calendar by Annabelle, and you vaguely remember the fading lines of your uncle’s smile as he told you he’d be getting married soon. It was hard to care, even harder to remember why you were standing there, in the corner of the lavish room while the music boomed through the fancy building.

There were many things to be said, but you’d keep them to yourself for the day.

The bride was a sham, you could tell from the way she didn’t even smile at your uncle. He was somewhat of a rich guy, although you hadn’t experienced any of the said money since he happened to be greedy guy who just wouldn’t share what he reclaimed to be his.

Much to your luck, you had no interest in his money or any of his property but the new bride couldn’t disagree more. Annabelle had sent you off an hour before the event started and it was school policy to get in before midnight but you never did, even when it wasn’t someone’s wedding and just a tuesday night.

She’s not supposed to tell anyone of your whereabouts but a little green bill and Annabelle turns into a song bird.

You smile at the guests as they dance, hand in hand as the slow song fills the air. It’s rather strange seeing you like this, some think. You’re usually the source of trouble, the one causing the mess and not the quiet girl you’ve been since the wedding started but you figure you owe your uncle that even though he had forcefully sent you to a boarding school and didn’t send you anything on your birthday.

You don’t hold grudges, you say to yourself.

With the strange passage of time, sometimes you can’t quite pinpoint where the reality starts and the dreams end but you know he’s real. The way he tries to play your little game, where most of the men either failed or simply gave up. He’s been holding up his end, you conclude, after almost a month of spontaneous visits.

Alfie, is his name.

You don’t call him that, although he insists but you enjoy the way his scruff covered face reddens way too much to do things the proper way. You hadn’t even kissed him yet, but he still came back for more. He was easily riled up by you and hated Annabelle and sou you figured, you wouldn’t drop this one.

It was easy, to get tired of men and it happened almost naturally for you. The first stages were far more than exciting, when you didn’t know anything about the bloke’s life or boring job he had but soon after that, reality would set in and you’d realise that the bloke you had your hands on was just another boring rich boy who was too good for you in his family’s eyes.

But not him, Alfie had proved to be quite the opposite.

There was blood on his hands and a weight that came with it, it was evident in the way he walked and spoke, he didn’t just do things out of spite like the young lads did. You didn’t even know how old he was, only that he was close to being twice your age as Ollie had told you one time without giving away too much but that didn’t bother you.

It bothered Annabelle, though. You could see it in her eyes.

Being the infamous wild lady had its perks and one of them was the way you had access to direct information on the town’s social climate. Sometimes it was a bitter, snotty girl telling you her best friend had gotten married to a bloke from Birmingham or the drunk lad you were dancing in the club speaking to you about the new club that was opening soon. It came in many forms but the most important part was that it was the voice of the youth around.

Apparently, Alfie’s gangster nature and piercing eyes had made him an attraction of sorts for the younger ladies. No one would say it except some of the girls you knew who worked in the brothel he had visited many times before. There was a line, the girl had told you under the dim light of the entrance, a line made of posh girls who wanted Alfie to fuck their brains out for the thrill of it.

It had almost made you smile.

You didn’t look down on any of the girls for the thoughts they were having, if anything you agreed but Alfie wasn’t just a bloke who lived around the corner from their posh apartments, you knew. He was in a dangerous line of business and very capable of snapping your neck in two if he wished to. It was thrilling, you would give the girls that, but he would need a lot of warming up to be the consistency you wanted him to be.

And that had been in the works, for the past month.

He was the one who came around, the one to seek you out and that put you in the higher hand when compared to him. You could say no, you wouldn’t but you could and Annabelle would just have to shoo him away with a regretful smile. There were a dozen girls worth half the trouble you were causing him but he liked the trouble, he had signed up for it when he brought you home the first night.

He and you had talked, answering all the questions this time but with a couple white lies here and there. You’d told him about your greedy uncle and about the paintings and he told you about his past and how he came to be the person he was. You’d lied to him when he’d asked you about the number of the guys you’d fucked and you’d amplified and multiplied it. He had just nodded and raised his eyebrows.

He’d lied,too, but you’d caught it.

He lied about before the war and the lost love he had but you saw it in his eyes. He lied about his family when you asked and also about what he did, at least some of the lines of business he was involved in but you didn’t push. He hadn’t shot you after pressing all his buttons and you didn’t have a death wish before solving the puzzle of Alfie Solomons.

You soon find yourself leaning against the exterior wall of the building, on the outside towards the street where there’s no one but you and a couple people walking by. The air is cold but you don’t seem to mind it after borrowing the bride’s fur coat, which she had no idea about as she danced inside. You’d return it when you went back inside but it felt warm against your skin and the material was pleasant.

Alfie thought you looked fucking beautiful.

Annabelle wasn’t supposed to give information about your whereabouts but all he had to was to shoot her an annoyed look and she would tremble under his piercing gaze. Her uncle’s wedding, she had said, she wasn’t so happy about it since the bride is just a little older than she is but she’s gone. Alfie had listened and furrowed his eyebrows before shouting at Ollie to drive to where the wedding was taking place.

And there you were, with rosy cheeks leaning against the cold wall of the building.

He didn’t know why he was there, he didn’t ask himself since he was afraid of the answer. He had felt something similar before, not quite the same but he recalled the pretty lass who’d managed to make his chest feel too tight for his heart.

He wouldn’t say it though, not to himself or anyone else.

He cleared his throat while you kept staring at your shoes. They were new, bought just of the occasion but they were damn uncomfortable so before he could utter a word. he saw you lean down and take the kitten heels off of your feet and step on the cold pavement of the ground. He chuckled in surprise which made you look up, he wondered where all of the hours of etiquette class had gone but he wasn’t complaining.

“Mr. Solomons.” you spoke in a breathy voice, a little less chirpy or seductive compared to usual and he saw it in your eyes too but you were far too quick to cover it all up before he could comment on it.

“‘ello, lass.” he spoke in his usual gruff voice and watched your pretty features scrunch up and stare up at him.

“It seems as though you always end up finding me.” you spoke, genuine suspicion in your voice and you continued with a smirk Alfie knew well. He was glad he had told Ollie to stay put in the car and was the only one to see you beaming up at him. “Are you having me followed?” you chuckled at the end of your sentence and he smiled at your words.

He wasn’t, not intentionally anyway.

If he had been, you would’ve noticed. You snuck out nearly every night from the school and almost never got caught. Annabelle would hear things the next day if she was lucky but you knew the way the city worked, if someone had followed you, you would know.

“What brings you to this hellhole, then?” you spat out and saw the discontent in his eyes before he covered it up.

He was almost as good as you in this game, almost.

“Just lookin’ to see the lass.” he spoke, eyes boring into yours as you stood in front of him, looking up since the man was twice as tall as you.

“Hm.” you nodded, looking at the familiar black car and then him. You knew Ollie was in there watching you and Alfie never just came to see you and leave, he was going to take you someplace like he usually did.

“’t’s not fuckin’ fun in there?” he spoke, signalling the large doors that opened up to where the wedding was taking place.

You smiled first and chuckled while you did so, it wasn’t the usual one but he’d take it. Looking at him through fluttered eyelashes, you spoke in a sweet voice that made him stay up all night dreaming of you.

“It’s not my cup of tea, Mr. Solomons.” you said in a breathy voice and he watched, just looked at you for a while.

“Ya’ wanna get out of ‘ere, lass?” he said, meeting your doubtful eyes which were often filled with nothing but trouble and he found that somewhere in there too but it wasn’t as obvious as the last time he’d seen you.

“Am I in trouble?” you spoke through a wicked smile, one Alfie knew well. Maybe too well for his own good, he thought.

“No, lass..” he spoke with a low grin, you could see the amusement seeping off of him. “You, yeah, are the fuckin’ trouble if ya’ ask me.” he spoke through his teeth and earned a wide smirk from you.

You were that, and both of you knew it.

“Well..”you spoke, clutching tighter to your new aunt’s coat as Alfie watched you through glassy eyes. “It’s a shame I didn’t ask.” you said with a lighter tone and it caused Alfie to chuckle loudly, which only made the corners of your lips twitch up in reaction.

You played the game too well.

“Where are you planning on taking me this time?” you spoke in a sweet voice, he saw you regain your usual attitude slowly after the laugh and he was glad it was coming back. He needed it to come back, even if he wasn’t able to admit that to himself yet.

He just shot you a smile and walked away after that, towards the big car where Ollie had been waiting for a while. You followed him, no questions asked or no feeling of fear in the pit of your stomach.

It took two to play this game and you had the upper hand, you always did.

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It came as a shock to him.

The yards of soil coated in grass were now getting ready for the sunset. There were a few animals here and there, a horse and a group of cows that were nowhere near where Alfie was standing or the sign he’d told you to shoot. Ollie was left in the factory, Alfie had driven you all the way to the suburbs on his own and you felt like that wasn’t very boss-like but it didn’t matter.

“I know how to shoot.”

Your words echoed in his mind for a second.

You were half his age and size, he was sure you had been home-schooled or whatever the rich kids did. The posh people Alfie knew didn’t let their daughters within a one-mile radius of someone who had the possibility of carrying a gun let alone actually teach them.

“You fuckin’ what?” he spoke, a look of surprise coming over him which only made you smile at his expression in return.

Of course you knew how to shoot.

You were an expert at sneaking out and making trouble but that came at a price. Men liked to look at how pretty you looked while you danced but some wanted to touch as well, that’s when self defence became a priority. You could punch them or kick them in the nuts but some were strong so a pistol worked, or the small knife attached to your bra but you wouldn’t tell Alfie that.

“You really need to get your ears checked.” you said, visibly annoyed since he had done the same exact thing the last time he’d seen you. He scoffed at first and then walked over to you, slowly and you just watched.

You didn’t know who was the lion and who was the prey anymore. Not when you had a knife strapped to your bra and a gun in your hands.

“Where the fuck did ya’ learn how to shoot? A lass your age?” he said and you realised he was talking to himself and not you. You let him mumble away for a few seconds before stepping up and speaking.

“Well, It seems as though I’m old enough for you to come looking for me every damn week so I assume I’m not too young....” you said, still pissed at his comments about your age. He had no problem fucking you with his eyes but brought it up when it had to do with a gun. “...and I learned on my own. For protection.”

He looked at you, from head to toe and nodded as his hands ran through his beard. The sun was slowly setting and the speckles of light caught his skin and beard, illuminating him in a way that you’d only seen in renaissance paintings before. You gulped but composed yourself quickly, you could show no weakness.

“I ain’t comin’ to look for ya’ every fuckin’ week.” he said and you smiled. Out of all the things you had said, he got stuck on the one thing.

“Why is Annabelle giving me so much trouble about your unannounced visits then?” you said, in a heartbeat and he smiled at you, just smiled for a solid second before turning away. You were quick to answer your question since you had found out that Alfie wasn’t a fan of doing that.

“Either she wants to fuck you or is genuinely annoyed.” you spat and he turned in one swift motion, facing you again with the ghost of a smirk you’d seen earlier.

“Eh?” he made a sound of encouragement mixed with confusion. Alfie was used to you being so forward but every now and then, it still caught him off guard.

You nodded as a way to confirm the first assumption and spoke again, you were walking next to him as he slowly moved towards the target he had told you to shoot. You looked too comfortable with a gun in your hand, he thought as he watched your lips move.

“You tell me which one, although I have a pretty good idea.” you spoke through a fit of giggles and he watched your features change under the afternoon light.

He was utterly fucked.

“Ain’t she a fuckin’ old maid?” he voiced his opinion and earned a sweet smile from you. You nodded again, a bit quicker this time and fought a fiddle of giggles before speaking.

“She is.” you licked your lips and spoke as Alfie stared at you under the setting sun.

Your hair was all over the place, cheeks red due to the cold weather and he wanted to kiss your nose, warm you up but the game was still on so he composed himself, settled for the inappropriate dreams he’d been having for the past month since you’d been in his house.

“She’s about your age, I think.” you spat out without looking at him and he made a hurt noise, his way of saying that he was offended but the shocked face turned into a small smirk as he spoke, hand tugging at his beard like it usually was and for a moment, your eyes got stuck on his golden rings.

“I ain’t as old as you fuckin’ think I am, lass.” he spoke and you smiled at him. You knew he was significantly older but neither of you had voiced it before but you didn’t think it mattered. He could be as old as he wanted but he’d still be the only person who was able to keep up with you.

“And I’m not as young as you think I am, Mr. Solomons.” you spoke under your breath, eyes at your shoes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He wasn’t dangerously close but the warmth of his skin spread through yours.

He waited for a moment, looked at the delicate features of your face as you offered him a gentle smile, contrasting the cold air around. He knew you were older, you just looked younger and it didn’t bother him. If anything, he figured it was perfect since he appeared to be older than he was.

The game was fun, he would admit. Like a breath of fresh air in the dull life he seemed to lead, although you would speak to differ since every act that came from the man was everything but boring. You licked your lips, ready to answer any question thrown your way with a bit of sass you carried around with you. He couldn’t figure you out for the life of him, it drove him mad to think about you yet it seemed to be all he was capable of doing those days.

“Ya’ play so hard to get...Will I ever catch ya’?” he sounded confused, convinced that it would never happen somehow but you would slow down at some point, he just didn’t know it.

Men liked chasing girls dressed in pretty lace and with bright, beaming eyes. You were that girl, had been chased by many but you’d never found it in yourself to stop and look back, none were interesting enough to do that. They wanted superficial things, a fuck or a dance or maybe the thrill of being with a girl every cockney banged on about but there was nothing real in those kind of relationships.

But you figured, since Alfie was proving to be nothing like those men, you’d slow down just a little.

Not now though, but sometime in the future.

“Maybe If your sciatica gets better, you might have a decent shot at it, Mr. Solomons.” you spoke through a beaming smile and the words and the redness on your nose caused Alfie to laugh. He still wanted to kiss you, he realised.

“‘s Alfie, luv.” he reminded for the countless time, but he knew it was useless. He liked the way you said it anyway, much better than anyone he’s heard.

“Sure it is.” you spoke through a half-hearted giggle and started walking towards the car.

He had brought you here to teach you how to shoot but you knew how to do it already, he felt an ease in his gut knowing that. Men around London were dangerous and although he’d speak to differ that you were more lethal than any man he’d seen, a woman could never be too careful. He knew.

He watched you get in the car without the usual help from Ollie, realised something along the way. If he were honest with himself, he had realised it some time ago but he wouldn’t admit to it, took all the fun in his eyes. He smiled at you before looking at the sunset one last time.

The thrill of this would pass but Alfie was sure it would leave a sweet aftertaste. The days were short now, the time washed over the clock like an unexpected tidal wave from a once calm sea. There was a siren calling out to him, enticing him with her words each time she spoke but the siren had no intention of killing him in a cruel way. She was too soft for that, although many saw her as a killer trap.

The siren was you, and you were so beautiful under the sunset as you waved at him from the car.

I might die, he thought. I might die and it would be because of her, he said to himself as he looked at your smile. He soon concluded that he didn’t mind that at all. He would prefer it to the slow bleeding of a knife wound or the quick and efficient house of a bullet in between his blue orbs.

That was how it started, with the handsome sailor ignoring all the warnings.

The amateurs didn’t see the warnings before the siren engulfed them, ate them whole and left no trace. The beginners would be fooled quickly but no, Alfie wasn’t new to this. He knew that the captains went to the sirens on purpose, not because they were fooled but because the siren was a new source of hope in a different world.

And the times had changed.

“Silly girl.” Alfie mumbled to himself after getting into the car. You were sitting quietly next to him, in an unusual manner where you were almost sulking.

You realised, once you sat in the car and gazed out the window to see the now fading orange sky, that until that very point it had always been Alfie who would seek you out. He’d mostly paid you unannounced visits at the school but sometimes, he’d catch you during your weekly shopping trips or even the library. Never during the nights when you’d sneak out to go dancing in the pubs.

Although he knew all about it, you knew the faces of his men by this point. The man who’d follow you in and out of school.

So you decided that it was time for a simple yet revolting change. You’d invite him out this time, in a less more proper manner than he had.

You had it all planned out and he had no idea. You let him drive you to the school, commenting on how boring his old man stories were and he just chuckled and mumbled something under his breath. You let him drop you off, a gentle kiss on your cheek and the cold feel of his rings against your hand as he whispered in your ear, “I’ll see you soon, luv.”. You waved at him as he left.

He had no idea of the hurricane that was about to hit him.

So you got ready, lace all over your body in a sheer dress. You wore your favourite kitten heels and just a simple lip just how Alfie liked it. It was time for a little play, something to tip his interest further. It wasn’t like you’d lost it but men were very easily distracted. So you’d created a masterplan to remedy the problem you thought you had. Your hair was let down, tickling your shoulders as you swayed your hips in the fur coat that had belonged to the new bride in your family but the wedding was long forgotten.

You wouldn’t fuck him, you didn’t think.

Or maybe you would, you said to yourself as you approached his large house. The nerves were near but so was he and you had no intentions of fucking this up. He was an interesting one, one worth keeping and you would make sure of it.

Nine pm. The air cold around your shoulders as a smile graced your lips. You were supposed to be in the tea room, blocks away from where you were standing in front of a stranger’s door.

Well, not so much of a stranger anymore.

One knock, and then another.

His voice filled the other side of the door, a smile graced your lips and you braced yourself for the night, for the look of surprise that would surely be cast on his handsome features.

One inhale, one genuine smile and the swift motion of the door opening.

There he was, your handsome stranger.

And you’d kiss him that night.

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a/n: They will kiss soon and do more stuff :) so stay tuned pls and lemme know if you liked the chapter!! This somehow ended up being a slow-burn type of thing but oh well :)

and happy new year, dear ones! I hope it’s a good year for all!

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In My Daughter’s Eyes Chapter 29: Butterly

Chapter 28

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The rest of August flew by. The power was restored a little over a week after the storm had initially hit, and getting Faith back into her normal routine (sleeping in her own bed, brushing teeth in the bathroom) was a bit of a struggle. Dismantling the fort had been a feat as well; Faith was not at all happy about it. Claire would absolutely not sleep on the floor, but she couldn’t bring herself to force Faith to sleep alone with no nightlight or option to turn the lights on, so she’d been allowed to sleep with Mummy until the power was restored.

September was upon them, and with it, the terror of a day that Claire had been anticipating with dread and excitement for months.

On September ninth, Faith was going to school.

In the middle of August, Claire had rearranged her work schedule to be able to take her to the orientation, tethered to Angus. They’d been picked up by the bus together so that Faith could practice with a school bus. The orientation leader had been extremely kind and helpful, showing them the whole school before they got to the special education room. It was a different district than the one they lived in, but Mrs. Lickett (and Claire’s research) had told her that this was the best program for Faith’s specific needs. The classroom was smaller than the others, but her class was only eight children altogether. Claire had heard horror stories of special needs children in a classroom that was essentially a glorified closet, no windows, no color in the room. So when the room they entered was nothing short of the most adorable, sunshine-y kindergarten classroom she’d ever seen, Claire could have cried with relief.

Each child’s individual aid was waiting in the classroom, including Carole, Faith’s aid. She’d been told about Angus and what he was specifically meant to help with in terms of Faith’s behavior and education. He’d responded well to a few experimental commands from Carole, and Faith seemed to like her well enough. Miss O’Reilly was the teacher’s name, and she gave a small sample lesson to demonstrate for the parents, and for the children to practice. Claire hung in the back of the room with the other parents, who all looked equally as terrified as she was.

Watching Faith at her little desk, her aid pointing to her pencil and paper, whispering in her ear to encourage her participation, was overwhelming. She was squirming a bit, turning around occasionally to reach for Claire. Angus was dutiful, however, nudging her, applying pressure in her lap with his head to bring her back, to calm her down.

She can do it. They can do it. Together.

Claire took the day off for Faith’s first day; she knew she wouldn’t be able to focus on a damn thing at work, and she didn’t feel like being responsible for people’s lives while her mind was otherwise occupied. Jamie insisted on taking the day off as well, on being there to see her off on the bus, and then staying with Claire like her own emotional support animal. She’d insisted he didn’t need to, though it was a rather weak insistence, because she knew deep down she needed him.

He had arrived promptly at seven o’clock, being that Faith’s bus was to arrive at eight-fifteen. He seemed surprised to find her fully dressed already, full-well knowing by now that his girlfriend was not a morning person. He’d apparently expected her to be in her pajamas.

“I hardly slept last night,” she admitted, standing aside to let him in. “I finally gave up around five, got dressed around six.”

He smiled with sympathy and gently pulled her in for a brief kiss. “I didna sleep much at all either.” He pulled her in for a comforting embrace, and his heartbeat in her ear did wonders for her nerves, if only temporarily. She felt his breath on the top of her head, and he pressed another kiss there.

“She nervous at all?” he asked.

“I don’t know, it’s hard to tell. I’m not sure she realizes that I won’t be going with her this time.” The thought sent her stomach turning again, filled with dread over Faith’s heart-crushing realization that Mummy was sending her away.

“Aye, suppose we’ll find out.” He pulled away to offer her another smile, and she craned her neck to kiss him again. “Here.” He produced a paper bag from behind his back, and Claire started, not even having realized he’d been holding something the whole time. “Picked ye up a wee treat fer breakfast. Ye deserve something better today than those crumbly chunks of oat ye call a meal.”

Her eyes smoldering with affection, she took the bag and peeked inside. “Granola bars are quite good for you. Fiber and protein are important.”

“Perhaps. But so are taste buds.”

She rolled her eyes as she shuffled away, depositing the bag on the kitchen counter. “I’ll eat it later. Could you get her cereal ready while I wake her up?”

“Aye, certainly.”

They brushed past each other in the doorway of the kitchen, and Claire entered Faith’s bedroom, her heart hammering in her chest.

“Angus, come,” she said lightly, and the previously sleeping dog sprang up from his spot beside Faith, trotting next to Claire. She sat down on the edge of Faith’s bed and began stroking her head. “Faith, darling. Time to wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and Claire was greeted with a sweet, absent smile.

“There she is! Good morning, lovie.” Faith sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Do you know what today is? It’s the first day of school! Yay!” She signed applause, and Faith copied lazily, her hands apparently not totally awake yet. “It’s time to get up and get dressed. Do you want to look pretty for school, Faithie?”

Faith nodded excitedly, giving a little hum.

“That’s right. Up we get now, come on.” Claire stood up and went to the dresser, picking up the blue dress she already had lain out. “Look at your pretty dress, baby. You’re going to look so pretty. Yes?”

She gave an excited little hop, and she raised her arms up, indicating she was ready for Claire to pull her pajama shirt off. Claire chuckled and obliged her, talking to her gently as she got her dressed. Claire insisted she give her a twirl when the dress was on, and Faith was more than happy to do so. Dressed and twirled, Claire loosely pulled half of her wild curls up, then clipped the tartan hair bow at the base of the ponytail.

“There. Pretty dress, and Merida bow. You’re all ready.”

Faith hummed loudly, jiggling her hands, and she followed Claire into the living room, trailed closely by Angus.

“Look who’s here, Faith! Special for you on your first day of school!” They entered the kitchen, and Faith practically launched herself at Jamie, throwing her arms around his legs right where he stood at the counter.

“Ah, there she is! Good morning, my braw wee lass!” He cupped the top of her head, and looked up at Claire as his fingers brushed the hair bow. “Ye’re a proper wee Scot today, aye? Wearing the hair bow I gave ye?” He pointed at the bow, and Faith giggled.

“It’s her favorite. Of course she had to wear it for such a big day.”

Brimming with affection, Jamie crossed the room, swinging Faith as she clung to his leg, and pressed a sweet kiss on Claire’s lips. Claire giggled into the kiss, the silly image of him wearing her daughter on his leg impossible to ignore.

“Alright, little monkey. Let Jamie go, please. Time for breakfast. Angus first.”

Faith obeyed, marching over to Angus’s bag of food and dumping the scoopful into his bowl, and Jamie handed her the pre-measured cup of water for her to pour into his water bowl.

“Good girl,” Claire said warmly as Angus already began digging in. “Your turn.”

A bowl of Cheerios was already waiting on the table, and Jamie hurried to pour the milk in. “Didna want it to get soggy while it waited fer her.”

Claire’s heart felt fit to burst for the fifth time that morning. Before Faith had interrupted, Jamie had been cutting up an apple at the counter, and he finished up before putting the plate next to Faith’s cheerios.

Having finished his breakfast in a matter of seconds, as usual, Angus was free for Jamie to pet and coddle while Claire carefully arranged Faith’s lunch and snack in her Frozen lunchbox.

“See, Faith?” Claire said. “Lunch is all ready to go.”

Faith looked up from her cereal to give a thumbs up.

On the way home from orientation, as a reward for being a good girl, Claire had stopped at Target and let Faith choose any lunchbox and backpack she wanted, along with a few folders and fun pencils. They were all Disney, of course, mostly Frozen dominated.

“These are for school, lovie. All of your favorites are going to help you be a big girl in school, yes?” Claire had said while Faith filled the shopping cart. Faith had simply hummed contentedly, smiling dreamily.

Claire checked said backpack about eight times before Faith finished her breakfast, and she heard Jamie coaxing her to drink the milk leftover in her cereal bowl.

“To make yer wee bones grow big and strong, a leannan.”

She re-entered the kitchen to see him popping an apple slice in his mouth, making an absurd face, and Faith squealed, shaking her head.

“If ye dinna want me to steal every slice, ye’d better hurry.” He picked up another slice, and Faith tried to grab it, but he stealthily dodged her and popped it in his mouth. She squealed with laughter again, and then countered by popping a slice in her own mouth.

“Och, I wanted that one.” Jamie leaned back with contrived exasperation, crossing his arms. Faith giggled incessantly, and Claire had to bite her lip.

“Ridiculous human being,” she said, shaking her head.

“Can Mummy have any apples d’ye think?”

Faith squealed and adamantly shook her head, curls flying wildly.

“Oh, I can’t?” Claire challenged, crossing the room to join them at the table. She swiped a slice off the plate and popped it in her mouth, and Faith shrieked. “You heard him. You’d better hurry before we finish them.”

Faith ate another slice, looking back and forth between the adults like a little conspirator. They carried on like this, Jamie and Claire bringing slices to their open mouths, but then depositing them into Faith’s instead.

Eight o’clock came much too soon, and Claire cleaned up in the kitchen while Jamie led Faith into the living room. When Claire joined them, Jamie was giving her a quiet pep-talk while tying her shoes, her pink princess sneakers that didn’t at all match what she was wearing, but that she insisted on wearing no matter what.

Claire picked up her backpack when Jamie finished, not wanting to interrupt. “Alright, lovie. Ready?”

Faith nodded, extending her arms and allowing Claire to put the straps over her shoulders.

“There you go. All ready for school.”

“No’ quite,” Jamie said, reaching behind him into his back pocket. “I’ve got something special, Faith. Since ye’re such a big girl now, going to school and all.” He produced a tiny plush brown horse, attached to a little hook. “It’s a keychain, fer yer princess backpack.” Faith smiled, reaching out to hold it. “It’s a wee Pippi. See? She’s even got the white spot.” Struck by the familiarity, Faith stroked the white snout gently.

“Aye, very good, lass.” Jamie smiled widely. “Since ye canna take yer noble steed to school, or Horsie, I figure this’ll have to do.” He gently pried it from her hands to clip it to a loop on the backpack strap where she could reach it. “I’m very, very proud of you, Faith. When ye miss yer mam, I want ye to give wee Pippi a squeeze. Alright?”

They exchanged a thumbs up, and Claire almost burst into tears.

“I’m very proud of you too, baby.” Claire joined them, kneeling beside Jamie in front of her. “You’re such a big girl now.” She pushed her hair behind her ear. “Are you a big girl? Big girl, Faith?” Claire signed big girl, and Faith bounced with excitement, signing big.

“Yes, good girl.”

They spent the last few minutes before the bus arrived trying to coax her to uncover her face long enough to get a picture of her first day of school outfit. Claire and Jamie took turns being in the pictures, and Jamie even insisted on getting a selfie so they could all (Angus included) get into one picture.

There was suddenly a honk from outside, and Claire’s stomach lurched. She looked up at Jamie with terror, and he gave her hand a squeeze.

“Angus, come,” Jamie called, and he made quick work of getting him vested, leashed, and tethered to Faith.

Claire stood up and opened the front door, waving to the bus driver. She turned back to see dog and child ready to go, Jamie holding her hand.

He looked just as terrified as she felt.

Together, the four of them made their way down the steps to meet the bus, and they stopped a few feet away from the curb.

“Okay, baby. There’s the bus.” Claire said, kneeling in front of her on the concrete. “Are you ready?”

Are you ready, Beauchamp?

“It’s only for a few hours,” Claire said, perhaps more for herself than for Faith. “And then you’ll be home again with Mummy. Yes?”

“Ye’re gonnae have lots of fun, Faith. Show Angus to all yer new friends, learn sae much,” Jamie chimed in.

She was not humming, but her hand was jiggling at her side, and Jamie grasped it.

“It’s alright, mo chridhe.” He pressed a kiss to her little knuckles. “It’s alright.”

Claire bit down fiercely on her lip. No tears until she’s gone.

“I love you, baby.” Claire held up the sign, forcing a tiny smile. “I love you.”

Faith returned the sign, touching her thumb, finger, and pinky to Claire’s as their foreheads rested together. They held the sign and their embrace for several lingering seconds, until the constant chugging of the bus’s engine reminded Claire that time was still passing.

“Alright. Hugs.” Claire pulled her in for a quick hug, fervently kissing the top of her head.

“A hug fer me too, lass?” Jamie said tentatively, and Faith did not hesitate. He pulled her in and kissed her head as Claire had, offering her a wide grin when they pulled apart.

“Alright. It’s time now, baby.” Claire and Jamie stood up, each taking one of her hands and leading her to the bus. Carole was waiting at the top of the steps, smiling kindly.

“Hi, Faith,” she greeted warmly.

“Hold onto the railing, now,” Jamie said quickly, releasing the hand he was holding so Faith could grasp the metal railing.

Claire had to force herself to let go of Faith’s other hand, her heart stinging as Carole took it instead. She hesitated at the top of the stairs, stopping Carole from pulling her into a seat. Faith turned around, and Claire thought she was going to faint. Jamie seemed to read her mind, and he desperately grasped her hand, squeezing like his life depended on it.

Faith looked like she may cry, and her hand was jiggling in a way that both of them knew was not happy.

Angus pressed the top of his head into Faith’s side, and she laced her fingers in his fur, ceasing her jiggling.

“It’s okay, baby,” Claire choked out. “It’s okay.”

Angus stayed rooted in place, waiting patiently for the panic to pass, and Carole looked back and forth between girl and dog, and the anxious couple.

“Ready, Faith?” Carole gave her a thumbs up, and Faith turned away from Jamie and Claire to look up at her. “Ready?”

Faith returned the thumbs up, removing her hand from Angus.

“Okay. Let’s go sit.”

The doors to the bus closed, and Jamie and Claire staggered back, clinging desperately to one another. The bus lingered for several more seconds, and Faith soon appeared in one of the windows, or rather, her eyes and forehead did. Carole was talking to her, waving through the window, and Faith started waving, too. Claire and Jamie waved wildly with their free hands, and then the bus was pulling away, and Claire felt a piece of her heart leaving with it.

As soon as the bus was out of sight, Jamie crushed her to him, and she finally released the sob she’d been holding back.

“It’s alright, mo nighean donn,” he crooned into the top of her head, rocking her gently. “That was the worst part. Dinna fash, now. She did it.”

Claire wept quietly into his shirt, not caring if any one of her neighbors decided to peek out their window and see them on the curb. She felt his tears in her hair despite his calming words, and she held him tighter.

He was right; the worst part was over. She’d imagined so many different scenarios that ended either with Faith bolting off the bus, or with Claire dragging her down herself. She’d imagined Faith screaming her head off, red in the face with tears, inconsolable even by Angus.

But that hadn’t been the case.

“What if…what if she’s crying now? Just after we couldn’t see her anymore…?”

“She has Angus. He’s quite good at his job, ye ken.”

“I know, but she…” Claire couldn’t put words to her exact fear. “What if she’s not ready? What if I’ve just thrown her to the wolves…?”

“Ye’ve done all ye can to prepare her. Ye got her excited wi’ her supplies, ye trained her dog fer this moment fer months. If she canna handle it after all that, it’s no’ yer fault.” He kissed her head, and she felt its warmth reach her outermost extremities. “If it doesna work out this year, she’ll be all the more prepared next year. Mrs. Lickett said it’s alright if she’s no’ ready ’til next year.”

Claire nodded against his chest, sniffling loudly.

“Carole said she’d call if there was a problem on the bus. So there’s no need to worry, aye?” He pushed her away just enough to look into her eyes, and she nodded. He kissed her gently, brushing away her tears as he did. “Let’s go inside. Ye’ve got quite a tasty muffin waiting fer ye in the kitchen, if ye recall.”

She forced a tiny smile, hiccuping a bit. “I hope I don’t vomit it up.”

“If ye do, I’ll hold yer hair and rub yer back.” He put his arm around her shoulders and led her up the stairs. “Then I’ll get ye some saltines and ginger ale and take care of ye.”

She sighed and leaned into him. “I don’t deserve you.”

He scoffed. “Ye deserve to be taken care of, ye stubborn fool.”

She couldn’t help but smile as they entered the apartment, Jamie shutting the door behind them. “Thank you. For being here today. I think it helped ease her mind. And I…” She swallowed, catching her breath. “I really needed you.”

“Aye. I ken ye did.” He kissed her soundly again. “Come on, now. No more weeping. Breakfast time.”

——

Jamie did his best to distract Claire; it really was a valiant effort. They tried sex, but when he could see that her mind was elsewhere, he stopped, not wanting to force it when she wasn’t fully with him. Admittedly, even Jamie was struggling with that particular activity today. And he’d never had that problem before.

They settled on watching mindless television, but it didn’t do much for either of their nerves. He could feel Claire’s pulse going far too fast against his body, and Jamie’s fingers continued tapping anxiously on his thigh, his leg jiggling.

They were on perhaps their tenth episode of The Office, the sandwiches Jamie had made and tried to force Claire — and himself — to eat sitting untouched when Claire’s phone rang.

He swore Claire might have been having a stroke given the way she completely stiffened in her seat. She scrambled for the phone, resting idly on the coffee table.

“It’s the school,” she stammered, simultaneous with accepting the call. “Hello?”

Jamie’s stomach lurched, and he was grateful Claire put the phone on speaker.

“Hi, is this Miss Beauchamp?”

“Yes.”

“Hi, this is Miss O’Reilly, Faith’s teacher.”

“Yes, hello,” Claire said impatiently. “Is she alright? What’s happened?”

“Everything is okay, don’t worry. I’ve got Faith here with me. She keeps signing ‘mom,’ and she got more and more distressed every time, so we thought we should call you so she could hear your voice.”

Claire flashed a heartbreaking, guilt-ridden look up at Jamie. “Yes, give her the phone. Thank you.”

In a few seconds, the sound of sniffling came through the receiver, and Jamie instinctively grabbed Claire’s hand, squeezing for dear life.

“Faith? Hi, baby, it’s Mummy.”

Claire’s voice was wavering.

“It’s okay, lovie. I’m here. Jamie is here, too.”

“Hello, Faith,” Jamie chimed in. “It’s great to talk to ye.”

“I know you miss us, we miss you too,” Claire said carefully. “Don’t cry anymore, baby. It’s okay. You’re going to be home so, so soon. And then you get Oreos, remember? And a sticker.”

Mrs. Lickett and Claire had worked to put together a system where every day she went to and from school without a problem, she got a sticker on the sticker chart. She would earn little prizes for every filled row, and then, once the whole chart was full, she earned a big prize.

“I know you can do it,” Claire continued. “You’re such a big girl.”

“Aye, Faith, we’re verra proud of you.”

“That’s right,” Claire said. “I love you so much, baby. I’m doing the sign. Can you do it?” She paused for a bit. “I love you. Can you please give the phone to Miss O’Reilly?”

“Okay, thank you Faith.”

“How is she? Did that help?”

“I think it did. Now, just so you know, she did wet herself at her desk. And I know you said that she hasn’t really had bathroom issues in a while, so I assume it was just the stress.”

Claire’s grip tightened painfully on Jamie’s hand.

“Yes, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think she’d…”

“It’s okay. It happens to someone on the first day every year. It usually doesn’t happen more than one more time. She’s wearing the clean clothes you packed with her.”

“Ehm, okay,” Claire stammered. “Thank you so much.”

“Okay, I’ll call you again later to let you know how she did with the rest of the day.”

“Great. Thank you.”

“Bye-bye now.”

“Bye.”

The line went dead, and the phone collapsed in Claire’s lap as she buried her face in her hands. Jamie hung up the call to stop the ringing, and he pressed her against his chest.

“It’s alright, mo ghraidh.”

“No, it’s not…” she muttered tearfully against his chest. “I can’t do this, Jamie, I can’t. I’m going to go pick her up.”

“Hey.” Jamie tightened his grip on her, physically restraining her from getting up. “Ye’re no’ gonnae do that.”

“She hasn’t wet herself in nearly a year! Something is wrong! You could hear her crying. I have to go.”

She was nearing hysterics. Jamie pushed her away just enough to look in her eyes.

“Claire.” His voice was firm, tightly holding her shoulders. “Miss O’Reilly said she calmed down. What reason would she have to lie to ye?”

“She could’ve started right back in again once we hung up.”

“If you go get her now, she’ll never learn. She’ll think that if she pitches a fit that Mummy will come get her, and she can get out of school, or anything else. She needs to learn.”

He could tell how badly Claire wanted to look away, but she held his gaze. She welled up with fresh tears, and Jamie watched them trickle down her cheeks. Her chin trembled, and he, like the hypocrite he was, very nearly gave into her just to stop her from crying.

“You’re right,” Claire rasped, swallowing thickly. “I hate it…but you’re right.”

Jamie loosened his grip and moved his hands up to cup her cheeks. “It might be a long learning curve, but she will learn. She’s ready for school, I ken she is. She just doesna ken it herself yet. And ye canna give in before she has the chance to figure that out. She needs ye to give her this chance, Sassenach.”

Claire nodded, inhaling with a shuddering gasp. “I know.”

He tenderly kissed her forehead, letting it linger. “She’s a strong wee thing. And she gets it from her mother,” he said with pointed emphasis. “If she can do it, so can you.”

Claire nodded, swallowing again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sassenach.”

——

A bit after 3:30, the bus pulled up in front of the driveway, and both Jamie and Claire raced down the stairs. The doors to the bus opened, and Faith and Angus descended the stairs, Faith letting go of Carole’s hand to launch herself into Claire’s arms.

“Oh! Hello, darling!”

Jamie untethered her from Angus and commanded him to go upstairs and inside. Faith properly wrapped her legs around Claire’s waist, and she hoisted the girl up higher. Carole smiled sweetly down from the top of the stairs.

“How was she on the bus?” Claire called up.

“Fine, much more excited on the way back.”

The three adults shared a laugh.

“Oh, I bet,” Claire said, more to Faith then Carole. She fervently kissed her temple. “Thank you so much. I’ll be here tomorrow in the morning with her caretaker, and she’ll be getting her off without me.”

“Gotcha,” Carole said. The bus driver nodded as well.

“Okay, thank you, have a good day,” Claire said, waving. “Say bye-bye,” she crooned to Faith.

“Bye, thanks,” Jamie said, waving as well. Claire held Faith’s hand and waved with her, and the bus rolled away.

“Okay, time for Oreos!” Claire said.

“Aye, Oreos fer our big girl.” Jamie took Faith, knowing that Claire would have a hard time walking up the stairs with her. She was getting bigger every day.

They all sat at the kitchen table, Faith with her Oreos on her napkin, scraping the icing off with her teeth, Jamie and Claire watching her like she hung the stars, hands laced together.

Jamie gave her hand a squeeze, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “She did it.”

Claire nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. “We did it,” she corrected.

Jamie’s answer was a fervent kiss to the crown of her head.

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crazy4dragons · 3 years

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Mama’s Boy

Nuffink is being bullied at the Academy. Canon-verse, a few years after HTTYD3 ends. Rating: PG (very mild language, bullying, a bit of mild violence).

Mama’s boy.

Nuffink fought back tears as he ran out of the Academy, his classmates’ sneers echoing in his head.

Mama’s boy. Mama’s boy.

It all started when a group of kids happened to walk by the Haddock house while Astrid was giving Nuffink a cuddle and kiss goodbye, just as she did every morning before school. It had been their routine ever since his very first day, when he and Astrid both cried — him because he was nervous, and her because she realized that her baby was officially growing up, and all the mornings of completing paperwork with him snuggled in her lap were over.

Nuffink never thought of his bond with Astrid as odd, but the other New Berkian children certainly did. After all, he’d just turned ten years old, and once you hit double digits, hugs and kisses from your parents just weren’t cool.

That only added to the list of reasons to tease him. Nuffink already knew the others snickered behind his back when he couldn’t hit swing his mace hard enough, or hit the target with his axe. And then there was Spitelout, who had somehow talked his way into teaching a class on strength and persistently mocked Nuffink for not being able to do more than ten push-ups in a row.

“You’ve got Jorgenson blood in you somewhere,” he’d laughed. “And Jorgensons aren’t weak.”

The teasing had been happening all week, but Nuffink hadn’t told anyone. Hiccup was off at the annual tribe meeting, and with Astrid left to do the work of two people for a few days, he didn’t want to burden her with his problems.

“Nuffink, wait!”

Nuffink turned around to see Zephyr running towards him. She was a level above him in training, so they weren’t in the same class. Evidentially, however, she’d heard what happened.

“Who’s bullying you?” she demanded, blue eyes narrowing just as her mother’s did when she was angry. “I’ll kick their asses and send them all the way to Hel.” The language she got from Snotlout and Tuffnut, both of whom she spent way too much time with.

“Forget it.” Kicking a stone, Nuffink sank against a large boulder and buried his face in his hands. “I’m never gonna be good enough, especially not if you and Mama keep taking care of me.”

Zephyr sat beside her brother and wrapped him in a hug. From the day he was born, he’d been her best friend. Sure, they fought sometimes as all siblings do, but mostly, they were inseparable. “I’m your sister, Fink. I’m supposed to take care of you.”

“Why, because I’m a baby?”

“No, because we’re family, and family looks out for each other.” Zephyr stood up. “Now come on, let’s go home.”

Nuffink shook his head. “We can’t go home. Mama will ask why we’re back early and I don’t want to bother her with this. Not until Dad gets back tomorrow.”

“Then what do we do?”

“Let’s go to the cove,” he mumbled, wiping his eyes. “We can hide there until the classes let out.”

Zephyr shrugged. “Alright. If that’s what you want.”

The two children crept out from behind the boulder and began walking towards New Berk’s hidden cove, trying to stay off the main paths so they wouldn’t attract attention.

“Aren’t yer two supposed to be at the Academy?”

Nuffink’s heart sank as he heard Gobber’s voice behind them. It figured they wouldn’t make it very far unnoticed, not with Gobber, Valka, and Astrid all working hard to maintain the island.

“Uncle Gobber!” Zephyr smiled. “We were just heading to the Ingermans’ for lunch. Fishlegs invited us.”

“Does yer mother know?”

“Of course. We cleared it with her this morning.” Then, before Gobber could say anything else, she grabbed Nuffink’s arm and urged him forward. “Bye, Uncle Gobber!” she called behind her. “Have a good day!”

The rest of the way to the cove was fortunately fairly vacant; the only Vikings around were a few women and Mildew, all of whom were too caught up in the latest gossip to take notice of the two Haddock children.

“Zephyr,” Nuffink began once they were safely concealed behind the bushes.

“Yeah?”

“What if Gobber asks Mama if she really told us we could eat at the Ingermans?”

“Then we make up another lie,” Zephyr said.

Nuffink bit his lip. “I don’t know. I hate lying to Mama. You know that.”

“It’s either lie or tell her what happened at the Academy.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “But if I get grounded, it’s your fault.”

“Wait.” Narrowing her eyes, Zephyr strained her ears in attempt to detect whether or not she was imagining her mother’s angry voice in the distance.

“If you ever so much as come within ten feet of my son again, I swear to the gods I’ll chop off your legs with my axe and ship you off to the Outcasts!”

Yes, that was definitely her mother. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about telling Mom the truth,” the girl began cautiously. “She already knows.”

“How?” Nuffink’s mouth gaped in shock.

“Because nothing happens on this island without Mom and Dad hearing about it,” Zephyr said, giving off her best Hiccup impression, hand gestures included.

The boy sighed. “I just hope this doesn’t make everything worse.”

“Mom’s the chieftess,” shrugged Zephyr. “Everyone has to listen to her.”

“Yeah, but her going out there and defending me is only gonna make me look like a stupid Mama’s boy even more.” He kicked a twig on the ground.

Zephyr opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, Astrid emerged from the bushes, fist clenched around the handle of her axe.

“Please don’t make a fuss, Mama,” Nuffink begged. “It’s bad enough everyone thinks I’m too weak to take care of myself.” He fought back the tears brimming in his eyes.

Dropping her weapon, Astrid caught her son in a hug. “My baby,” she murmured, holding him close.

“I’m not a baby,” sniffled Nuffink as he felt a tear slip down his freckled cheek.

“You aren’t weak,” Astrid assured, standing back and pressing a hand to his shoulder. “You’re kind, clever, and thoughtful, just like your dad. And your father is one of the strongest people I know.”

“But I wanna be like you,” insisted the boy.

Astrid laughed. “Trust me, love. One child like me is enough.” She nodded towards Zephyr. “Now come on, you two. Let’s go home.”

…

The next day, Nuffink trudged into the Academy, eyes on the floor as he forced himself to move through the gates and over to his class. Part of him hadn’t even wanted to come to school that morning, but the other part of him wanted to show up and prove everyone wrong.

“Thanks a lot for being a tattletale to your Mama, Mama’s boy,” Spearlout taunted. “She came to my house and cussed out my whole family because you can’t keep your stupid mouth shut.”

“I didn’t tell,” Nuffink said in a small voice. “Word got out and —”

“Mmm-hmm, a likely story,” cut in Hildegard.

Nuffink’s heart tumbled down to his stomach. His excuse was only partly true. Astrid had first heard of the incident from others, but after they’d gotten home from the cove, he’d broken down and told her everything, prompting her to make rounds to several households and threaten the guilty parties with her axe.

“Baby,” laughed Spearlout.

“Hey!” Tearing away from her group, Zephyr charged towards her cousin and elbowed him in the ribs until he fell to the ground. “You leave my brother alone!”

“Ouch! Zephyr!” Spearlout cried, struggling back to his feet and throwing a punch at Zephyr’s nose, which she swiftly dodged.

Hildegard inched closer to Nuffink. “Why don’t you get in there and help? Oh wait, you’re too much of a baby.”

“Yeah,” chimed in Leif. “You can’t do anything on your own.”

“Zephyr, please,” Nuffink begged as he watched his sister aim for Spearlout’s eye. “You’re only making it worse.”

“What in Thor’s name is going on?”

The children turned to see Spitelout stalking towards them.

“Your grandson is messing with my brother,” spat Zephyr.

Spitelout laughed. “Well, lass, yer brother needs to toughen up. He is a quarter Jorgenson, and Jorgensons aren’t weak.”

Holding back tears, Nuffink ran out the Academy and towards the Haddock house. He didn’t care about being tough, not right now. In that moment, all he cared about was going home to Astrid.

As he turned the doorknob, the chieftess turned away from her newly returned husband and narrowed her eyes. “Alright, who do I need to kill?”

“Kill?” Hiccup cut in.

“These half-troll kids — and Spitelout — are bullying Nuffink,” Astrid spat, looking back at Hiccup. “He said it’s been happening all week, but I only just heard about it yesterday. I swear to every god in Hel, I’m—”

The Chief held up a hand. “Take it easy, milady. I got this.”

“But —”

“I got this,” he repeated, kissing her cheek before approaching Nuffink and swinging a comforting arm around his shoulders. “What’s up, bud? Who’s bullying you?”

“Spearlout, Hildegard, Leif,” sniffled Nuffink. “The rest of my class sometimes joins in, too, but mostly it’s them.”

Hiccup offered a comforting smile. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, ruffling his son’s hair as he opened the door to leave.

“Don’t make it worse, Dad,” Nuffink said, wiping his eyes.

“I won’t. I promise. You can even come with me if you’d like.”

After a moment of silence, the boy took a deep breath and nodded. “I’d actually like that,” he decided slowly.

With that, Hiccup and Nuffink set off for the Academy, where they discovered Zephyr cursing at Spitelout while Spearlout sat against the wall, a purple bruise forming around his eye.

“Excuse me,” Hiccup began. “I don’t know what all this is —” He gestured to the group “—But whatever it is, it’s over.”

“Look what yer lass did to my grandson,” Spitelout growled, motioning to Spearlout. “And then she has the nerve to pull her smart mouth on me. Whatever happened to respecting yer elders?”

Hiccup glared at the older Viking. “It is my understanding, Spitelout, that you and Spearlout are both guilty of bullying my son.”

“Oh, Chief,” laughed Spitelout. “Yer got t’ stop being so soft. You yerself was weak as a lad, and look at yer now.”

“Yeah, I’m in charge of this island,” Hiccup pointed out.

“And yer doing a terrible job,” Spitelout insisted.

“Putting all feelings about me aside, we need to talk about what’s been going on here.” Glaring, Hiccup folded his arms over his chest. “Spearlout, Hildegard, Leif, come over here and stand with Spitelout.”

The three children hesitated.

“Now,” Hiccup ordered, his voice firm.

Muttering under their breaths, they dragged themselves forward.

“When I was a boy,” the chief began, “most of the other kids my age treated me just the way you’re treating Nuffink. It left me feeling like I wasn’t good enough to be a Viking, and certainly not good enough to be Chief. So I told myself that if my kids were ever made to feel that way, I’d find everyone responsible and make sure they served a fair punishment.”

The children’s eyes widened. Spitelout grunted.

“And because you made my son feel bad about himself, I’m going to ask that you kids clean out the yak stables every day. For a moon.”

“But Chief! It wasn’t that serious!” insisted Spearlout, looking to his grandfather with his one good eye.

“That is ridiculous, Haddock,” Spitelout barked. “Yer can’t make them do that.”

“But Chief!” tried Hildegard.

“Two moons.”

“That’s not fair!” Leif shouted.

“So not fair!” Spearlout echoed.

“Three moons.”

Spearlout opened his mouth again.

“I can make it four,” warned Hiccup, prompting him to bite back his retort. “As for you, Spitelout, you’re on outhouse duty until the end of the season. You will also no longer be working at the Academy. From now on, Eret will be teaching strength training instead.”

Spitelout’s eyes widened. “But Eret isn’t even a born Berkian!” he exclaimed.

“And I’ll be there, watching you — all of you — to make sure the jobs get done,” Hiccup continued, ignoring Spitelout’s outburst. “Is that clear?”

The four nodded.

“Now get to work. Classes are over for the day,” Hiccup ordered before turning to Nuffink, who was observing silently. “You ready to go, bud?“

Nuffink nodded as a small, crooked smile appeared on his lips. Maybe taking after his dad wasn’t so awful after all.

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miraculouscontent · 4 years

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Luka confronts Alya for abandoning Mari on Chameleon

Sometimes, Luka hated being perceptive. With how quiet his sister was, he had to learn to read subtle movements, learn a person’s tells, and figure out how to act without pushing any buttons. He liked helping people, so one might think it wasn’t a problem, but it could be hard reading someone’s emotions before they’ve had a chance to really figure it out for themself.

And clearly, Marinette had a lot to figure out.

“So, that’s what happened,” Luka said slowly, piecing together the vague details that she had shared with him.

“Yeah. That’s why I’m sort of…” Marinette fell back and laid on his bed, letting out a sigh. “really exhausted.”

He snorted. That was clearly the reaction she was hoping for, given the way she smiled at him.

“Thanks for letting me relax here for a while.” She rolled onto her side to press her face into his pillow. “My parents usually ask how my day went and I still have to think up what to tell them.”

The, “plus, my friends might show up with Lila,” went unspoken.

“No problem, Marinette.” He strummed a few notes on his guitar. “Juleka’s staying over with Rose, so you can rest for as long as you want.”

She hummed gratefully in response. He didn’t comment on it, but how comfortable she felt around someone not in her class was a huge tell. He loved her company, yet she was such an open book to him that it hurt seeing her like this. Maybe it was the fact that Juleka was so subtle; if he could read her, reading Marinette felt like listening to music at full blast.

The twitch of her eyebrows. The flex of her fingers against his pillow. Heck, the fact that she was in his bed at all like she was ready to be bathed in comfort…

He could only hope he was enough.

“Luka,” a voice suddenly called from the doorway.

Luka turned his head to his mother, who apparently wasn’t at all surprised about the girl currently laying in his bed.

“Got a visitor,” she explained. “She’s lookin’ for the lass here. Glasses, big hair, carries her phone around like—”

“Alya,” Marinette cut in, sitting up a little too quickly. Luka was pretty sure - no, he knew - that she hadn’t caught the disappointment in her own voice.

Luka looked back at his mother again, searching her eyes. Despite her craziness, she was readable in her own way, and he could tell that she hadn’t told Alya anything about Marinette specifically being there; probably mumbled something about “not knowing, but would check,” if Luka had to guess.

Marinette carefully swung her legs off the bed so as not to bump into Luka. “I should—”

Luka’s hand shot up, hastily grabbing her shoulder to stop her. It hadn’t been fully voluntary and she jumped at the gesture in surprise.

“Luka?”

“Do you want me to talk to her?” he offered, his tone calm but with a silent plea that she really consider what he was saying. “You should rest.”

Marinette blinked at him, then tilted her head. She legitimately couldn’t seem to comprehend the concern he had for her, but the way her brows furrowed indicated that she was acknowledging something she hadn’t before.

“…Okay. Thank you.”

Luka was up immediately, handing his mother his guitar as he walked towards the stairs. He heard footsteps coming the other way and wasn’t even halfway up the staircase before he saw Alya stopping at the top when she noticed him.

“Hey,” she greeted with a smile, as if the school day Luka had been told about hadn’t happened. “So, is Marinette here?”

She went to peek past Luka, but he side-stepped. It was only somewhat more voluntary than his earlier motion with Marinette.

Alya recoiled, thrown off by the movement, then raised a brow at him skeptically. “Uh—?”

“I…” Luka paused to consider his wording. “I don’t think you should see Marinette right now.”

“Why not?” she asked, slightly accusatory, the smile long gone since he’d denied her.

Luka supposed that, in a way, he and Alya had something in common. They both sought the truth, whether that was journalistically or emotionally.

The difference, though, was their method of getting there.

“I heard about what happened at school.”

Alya looked confused. “What do you mean? There was—” She glanced away in thought, then back at him again, gaze suddenly suspicious. “What did Marinette tell you?”

He remained calm, not answering. “I’m sure it’s easy to get swept up when someone tells you a lot of amazing things—”

Alya waved him off. “Look, you’ve got it all wrong. Marinette has been after Lila for a long time. Back when Lila first showed up at the school, she gave me an interview about how she was friends with Ladybug, and—what?”

Luka cleared his throat, uncovering his mouth from the snort he’d nearly let out. “Sorry.”

“…Anyway, Marinette saw it and started freaking out when she saw Lila starting to drag away Adrien. Ever since then, she’s been trying to catch Lila in a lie. Lila was getting a lot of attention since she just got back to class and she was sitting next to Adrien before the seats got moved back.”

He didn’t respond at first, not because he had a hard time replying, but rather to let Alya’s own words sink in with her. Finally, he asked, “Do you think that’s all?”

“What?”

“Do you really think Marinette would do that?”

“Oh, do a lot of crazy stuff over Adrien? Definitely.” She leaned in, half-whispering, “I know you haven’t really seen it, but when she’s around Adrien, she goes nuts.”

He thought it best not to point out that, when Adrien had arrived on the Liberty and Marinette hadn’t been under any sort of pressure, the worst she did around Adrien was stutter. “But you think she’d ruin that girl’s reputation, just for Adrien?”

Alya opened her mouth to speak, but seemed to realize how bad it must’ve looked on her to believe that her friend would do something like that. “Well… Marinette can be a little delusional. She doesn’t mean to.”

“And you think she’s lying about everything.” It wasn’t a question. “And that Lila really does know Ladybug?”

“Yeah?” she replied, as if it were obvious. “Marinette didn’t even have any proof when I asked her for it!”

“Did you?” Luka countered, not missing a beat.

She let out something akin to a strangled noise, not expecting to be challenged. After a moment of hesitation, she managed a, “Proof of what?”

She was playing dumb and he wasn’t sure if it was intentional or an unconscious way of protecting herself. “Proof that Lila knew Ladybug.”

Alya’s eyes briefly darted around the area, only returning his gaze when she replied, “She—she had a lot of stories about how great Ladybug was to her and it all sounded amazing! Ladybug’s the best, so of course she’d do all that for Lila! Lila’s really nice. It made total sense!”

Luka tried not to make his deep breath obvious. He didn’t want to look confrontational, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t frustrating to hear Alya talk in such a way. He didn’t know her on a personal level, but for someone who was supposed to be Marinette’s “best friend,” he wasn’t impressed.

Maintaining a straight face, he began steadily, “I’m sure it seemed that way.”

Alya sighed. “Not you too. You don’t even know Lila.”

“But I know Marinette,” Luka argued. “I know she likes Adrien, but she wouldn’t do something like that to another person. Lila might’ve given you a lot of hope, but that’s just what plays well. Maybe she did actually do a few of the things she’s telling everyone, but not all of them.” He paused for effect. “I know Jagged never had a cat for her to save.”

She shook her head. “So you’re saying I should just… not believe anything Lila says now?”

“No,” Luka replied, a little more firmly now that he could see how little she was getting it, “but Marinette deserves to be treated at least as well as you treat Lila. Why does Marinette need proof when Lila didn’t have any either?”

Alya looked hurt at that. “Because—it’s Marinette who’s the jealous one,” she retorted, clearly grasping. “Lila didn’t do anything.”

“Alya,” he began, “you didn’t mean to hurt Marinette, right? Of course you didn’t, but you sent her to the back of the classroom, alone.”

“I sat with her later!”

“Later,” he echoed. “But it doesn’t matter what you play when the concert’s already over. You were still okay with her sitting in the back and you asked her for proof when Lila didn’t have any. Do you know how that must’ve made Marinette feel?”

Alya didn’t respond, the fight seeming to leave her. She broke eye contact with him, now staring at the space connecting the floor to the wall. Her mouth twitched, gaze still sharp even if not as certain as before. “You’re pretty invested here,” she huffed.

Luka couldn’t tell if he was being judged or not. “Because you’re Marinette’s best friend. I don’t want to see your friendship broken up over a lie.”

Alya opened her mouth, hesitating, but her eyes darted to the side to look past him before she’d said anything. Luka turned, seeing Marinette standing there, staring at the both of them.

“Marinette,” he whispered. He turned to see Alya’s reaction, but the footsteps started and she was already running off. He decided to pay her no mind, instead walking down the stairs to meet with Marinette.

Already, he felt bad. He’d probably talked Alya down far longer than necessary, but he supposed there was still that protective instinct inside of him, courtesy of being Juleka’s big brother. Regardless, it was no excuse to meddle.

“Sorry. I know I should’ve asked you first. I didn’t want to get between you two, but you were so tired—”

A soft gasp left his mouth in place of words as Marinette stepped forward and hugged him. Out of all the reactions he thought she might have, that wasn’t one of them.

“Thank you,” she murmured against his chest. Giving him a squeeze, she sighed and added, “You were right. I really needed that—um… rest.”

He relaxed, then smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. Gently grabbing her shoulders to half-return the hug, he assured, “It’s no problem, Marinette. You deserve it.”

Her cheeks were a cute pink when she looked up at him, eyes fond. She smiled back at him, asking, “Can I listen to you practice for a little longer?”

He hummed, already hearing his mother making sure his guitar was tuned in the other room. “Of course.”

She held his hand on the way there.

#((hints of Lukanette because of course there is))#category: salt #other: ask and answer #MC's Writing #writing: story #((''Confronts'' is a strong word considering how calm Luka is/tries to be.))#((So this is less of a callout and more of a firm talking down.))#((Hope it's still satisfying!))#category: long post #word count: over 1000

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