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Past, Present, ...

Summary: After sleeping with Bucky after months of comforting him during his nightmares, Y/N returns from a three-week mission to find out she's been replaced.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Near death, Implying attempted suicide (it's not)

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: Not Beta'd. Dusting this off from the drafts. I wrote this while sleep deprived. Not sure how we got here but the original ending wasn't a happy one. Enjoy whatever this is instead.

How much space is too much?

According to James Bucky Barnes, three weeks isn't enough.

Three weeks on an assignment was enough for Y/N to become homesick. She understood she would have to pause her life to save the world, but what no one informed her was that the rest of the world would continue to play.

“Y/L/N?” A familiar voice shouted.

Adjusting the strap of her duffle bag on her shoulder, Y/N turned her head to find her co-worker jogging towards her. Slanting her eyes, Y/N raised her palm to block out the sun.

“Wilson,” she addressed the man when he was near.

Bent over with his hands on his knees, Sam panted. His sweatshirt stretched across his back making the dark patch of sweat more prominent. Squinting up at Y/N, Sam breathed, “Did you just get back?”

Y/N bobbed her head, adjusting the strap on her shoulder once more for emphasis rather than comfort. She did not need to ask to know Sam just returned from his run. He usually ran with Steve and Bucky, but they always finished well before Sam. It wasn’t uncommon for him to return hours after the super-soldiers.

Pushing off his knees, Sam stood, tilting his head toward one of the many entrances in Avengers Tower. He knew better than to offer to carry her duffle bag. The weight of missions was often packed in the bags they returned with.

Y/N and Sam strolled side by side. Sam only paused to open the door for Y/N. Trekking into the tower, he could finally relax his eyes from the intense sun. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

“I thought you were already back,” Sam admitted, watching the light above the elevator doors.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. Her mission was supposed to be longer. If anything, he should have anticipated her return later. Facing the man beside her, she asked, “Why?”

Ding.

Scrambling into the elevator, Sam leaned against the wall across from Y/N. She reflected his behavior, leaning against the wall behind her.

Once the elevator started moving, Sam confessed, “Bucky skipped his run today. I thought I saw you with him before I left. Guess I was wrong.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip, reopening a recently closed wound. She released her lip long enough to confirm what Sam already knew. “You were wrong.” Ignoring the coppery taste flooding her tongue, she drew her bottom lip between her teeth again.

She hadn’t seen her teammates in three weeks. She hadn’t seen Bucky longer. She assumed they were doing great, but Bucky didn't share her thoughts. He denied it, yet he went out of his way to avoid her since their last mission together, since they slept together. How one could be sweet in one moment and cold in another, Y/N would never understand.

Y/N and Bucky started off rocky. He hated her from the moment they met. Bucky was struggling in the field, so Steve asked her to keep an eye on him. Bucky rejected her the second Steve introduced them. He saw through Steve’s plan and stomped his feet like a child. Rather than confirm Bucky’s insinuation, Steve vouched that she deserved to be on the team for her talents, not to babysit Bucky. He even suggested that Y/N and Bucky spar to prove it. Bucky loathed her then. She laid him out several times that day. It was the reason Steve sought her out in the first place. Bucky was a far more experienced fighter than Y/N. He should have won every fight. He lost them all.

Muffled voices were heard from the other side of the doors. Voices Y/N craved to hear since she departed for her mission. When the doors spread, Sam was the first to enter the room. “Hey guys,” he called out, extending his hands toward Y/N, “look who I found.”

Y/N tentatively stepped off the elevator, joining her friends in the living room. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen so many eyes on her. “I didn’t know there was a party,” she joked, waving.

Tony was the first to speak up, a glass of honey liquid in hand, “Glad, you're back. We were just getting to know Bucky’s girlfriend over here.” He lifted his glass.

Y/N’s eyes followed the direction of Tony’s glass. Her hand tautened around the strap of her duffle bag for support. Y/N hadn’t noticed the extra body in the room at first. The team always had someone over for business or pleasure; it didn’t matter. This time it did because staring back at her was Bucky’s guest, his girlfriend, undoubtedly here for pleasure.

The stunning woman beside Bucky introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Evangelina, but everyone calls me Lina.” Y/N could see the muscles in her uncovered arms tense. Even though she couldn’t see the hand attached to the arm from the other side of the bar, she knew Evangelina was holding Bucky’s flesh hand. “But Bucky calls me Angel,” she added, batting her eyelashes at Bucky.

The woman wasn't solely attractive; she also had a heavenly name. Y/N mentally gagged at the thought of hearing Bucky call his girlfriend Angel.

The coward refused to meet Y/N’s eyes. He took a lengthy drink from a glass matching Tony’s. Stark usually drank top-shelf liquor. Y/N might have been concerned under different circumstances, but she knew the liquor did not affect him, unlike herself.

“Y/N,” she weakly introduced herself, gnawing on her bottom lip again.

“We were just having drinks. Care to join us? There is plenty of alcohol. I can make you something,” Evangelina offered politely.

Y/N’s teeth clamped tight on her bottom lip. She spent three weeks wishing she could return to the tower, only to be treated like a guest, an outsider in her own home.

It was then that Bucky decided to face her, yet his eyes looked right through her. Y/N’s chest tightened. She didn’t know it was feasible to feel more alone in her home, surrounded by friends and a man she had been intimate with, than by herself in a foreign country. She wondered if he could see the hurt written on her face.

“I-I don’t-”

Bucky’s whiskey-strained voice interrupted, “No. No drinks.”

A gasp pulled Y/N's attention away from the couple. Cold, pale hands rested on her cheeks, rotating her head from side to side. “Y/N, you’re bleeding,” Natasha chastised.

Wrestling out of Natasha’s hold, Y/N utilized the back of her hand to wipe the blood from her lip. Staring at the crimson fluid coating her skin, Y/N jerked her head. “I can’t.” Blindly smashing the elevator button behind her, she whispered, “I have to…” her voice trailed off as she jabbed her thumb over her shoulder. Disregarding everyone’s silent questions, she bolted into the elevator, only letting her shoulders sag when the doors closed. The strap of her duffle bag slid from her shoulder landing with a thud. Gliding her back down the wall, Y/N cradled her knees and wept.

Every night before bed, Y/N prayed the sun would never rise because when day broke, Bucky vanished. Her dreams filled with memories of their last mission together. Reality was the price of admission for eight hours in heaven.

Y/N clenched her jaw at every public display of affection between the new couple. In the time she had known him, Bucky had never been touchy-feely in public. Now, he couldn’t appear to stop. Bucky only ever reached for Y/N after a nightmare or horrific mission. He reached for her at his lowest and she responded with open arms. He might have another woman occupying his bed, but he continued to fuck with her head.

The voice in her head wasn’t her own anymore. Every thought she had echoed back in his familiar deep timber. She couldn’t shake him. A twisted part of her brain wondered if he couldn’t shake her either.

Sam’s comment when she returned from her assignment should have been her first clue. He had mistaken Evangelina for her. Sam had been the first to mention the resemblance between the two, but it wasn’t the last time Y/N received those kinds of comments.

In the time that Y/N had gotten to know Evangelina, which wasn’t much, she concluded that she didn’t hate her. The two had more in common than she wanted to admit. Evangelina made it a point to befriend all of the Avengers; Y/N included. Y/N hated that she enjoyed her company. It was a tough pill to swallow at first, but she couldn’t hate the woman for her taste in men. Who didn’t find Bucky Barnes attractive?

Bucky had been more challenging to read. He didn’t prevent the women from becoming friends, but he didn’t encourage it either. He continued to keep his distance from Y/N, only interacting with her in group settings.

The Avengers were unaware of Bucky and Y/N’s history. Their relationship was exclusively behind closed doors. Y/N wondered if Evangelina would be her confidante if she knew Y/N had warmed his bed first. Maybe Bucky told her and that was why she pushed to be Y/N’s friend. Maybe that was the reason she asked to raid Y/N’s closet for her date with Bucky. Even though Y/N desperately wanted to slam the door in her face, Evangelina was innocent in the situation. So, she agreed.

“You have so many pretty dresses,” Evangelina said in awe. Her hand ran across each piece of fabric dangling in the wardrobe.

Y/N’s fingers plucked at a loose thread on her comforter. Although they were now friends, helping Bucky’s girlfriend pick out an outfit for their date was still awkward. At least it was on Y/N’s end. Evangelina was none the wiser.

“Perks of being an Avenger.”

“What’s it like being an Avenger? Bucky never talks about his work life. He’s always tense when he returns from a mission.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow even though the other woman couldn’t see her. Bucky was slow to open up, especially about his past as the Winter Soldier. Y/N wasn’t surprised he dodged the topic. Ever since Natasha leaked classified files, Bucky’s past became public knowledge. Bucky and Evangelina’s relationship progressed beyond what Y/N previously had with Bucky, at least on the surface. She didn’t know much about their life behind closed doors. Bucky never took Y/N on a date or made her his girlfriend, but he let her hold him in her arms at night and let her in after a difficult mission. Yet his girlfriend practically confessed she knew nothing about his troubles. That was what shocked Y/N.

“It’s…” she paused, attempting to find the right words to convey the difficulties of the job without disturbing her. “It’s like war. You save and lose people. It’s rewarding and sucks at the same time.”

Evangelina pivoted with a black cocktail dress in hand. “That sounds awful.”

Y/N shrugged. “People do it every day. Steve, Sam, and Bucky were all military men before this.” She waved her hands around the room.

Evangelina caught the shift in Y/N’s tone. It wasn’t something she wanted to talk about, a reaction Evangelina grew used to from her exchanges with Bucky. Altering the subject, Evangelina pressed the cocktail dress flush to her body. “What about this one?”

Y/N sucked in a deep breath. She wore the dress on her last mission with Bucky. Though he didn’t say it in public, his reaction when they returned to the safe house that night was enough to know Bucky admired the dress. With Evangelina’s similar figure, Y/N knew Bucky would equally appreciate it on her, especially since he wouldn’t get to rip it off of Y/N again.

She would have told Evangelina about the dress, but it was none of her business. The past was in the past. One Evangelina wasn’t a part of. If Bucky hadn’t told her about their past neither would she. Was it bad to send Evangelina on a date in the dress Bucky had fucked her in? Probably. Did she hope he would think about her the entire date? Absolutely.

Clearing her throat, Y/N plastered a phony smile on her face. “Good choice.” After the date, the dress would be tarnished, like rerecording over an old tape.

Y/N never considered herself a masochist, but she couldn’t escape the role of a domestic sinner. She couldn’t sabotage Evangelina’s relationship no matter how Bucky made her feel; however, she could ruin her own relationship. There was a time in her life when she thought Bucky was the one. Part of her still believed it. It was the part she had to sacrifice.

She told herself Bucky’s soft caresses and lingering stares meant nothing, that every promise spoken was a lie to satisfy the moment. Everything Y/N ever loved had been hard to part with, so she convinced herself Bucky never truly loved her. He couldn’t with how readily he replaced her. Could he? It didn’t matter because he chose Evangelina.

“Hey, Y/N,” Steve welcomed jovially.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as Steve’s voice carried down the hall. Who was he talking to? Rounding the corner just in time, she hadn’t missed the way Steve’s eyes enlarged at the sight of her.

“I didn’t realize,” Steve began, his eyes flashing between both women. “I thought you were Y/N.”

Evangelina chuckled, gliding her hands across her abdomen to smooth down the front of the dress. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Y/N was considerate enough to lend me her dress.” She turned to Y/N, who was still standing in the archway of the lobby. “Thanks again.”

Before Y/N could reply, a hand slinked around her waist, drawing her into a solid body. Startled, Y/N tensed.

“Hey, Ange-” Bucky’s tongue twisted as his eyes landed on Y/N. He was relieved he peeked at her face before he complimented her appearance. He dragged his arm back to his side in a flash. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

Y/N chewed her lip, taking a step back. Bucky was dressed from head to toe in black, matching Evangelina. Y/N wondered if they planned to dress for her funeral before or after they killed off any romantic feelings she had for Bucky.

“I did the same thing,” Steve laughed. Bucky glowered at him, forcing his hands into his pockets. Steve held his hands up, “I didn’t touch anyone though, that was all you.”

Bucky grumbled, crossing the lobby to plant a kiss on Evangelina’s forehead. His right hand rested on the small of her back. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered against her hairline.

Evangelina grinned, “You don’t look bad yourself.”

Y/N couldn’t argue with that.

The faint smile on Bucky’s lips disappeared as the hand on Evangelina’s back ran up her spine. The tips of his fingers halted over a loose thread beside the zipper. Anyone would have glossed over it, but not Bucky. Not when he was the one to patch the dress up and certainly not when he was the one to tear it in the first place. When his gaze collided with Y/N’s, she knew he recognized the dress. His eyes blatantly proceeded to check her out.

Y/N flushed as he studied her; however, the moment his eyes drifted to his best friend, Y/N’s blood ran cold. “Are you two,” he pointed between Y/N and Steve. His voice was unable to fully ask the question he wanted to.

Steve slung his arm over Y/N’s shoulder. It was meant to be a joke, but Y/N saw the blaze in Bucky’s eyes. She didn’t know if it was directed at Steve or herself.

“I wish,” Steve beamed down at her. “I have a conference with Fury in an hour. I was hoping to get there early.”

Y/N sent Steve a soft smile. Steve and Bucky were best friends. If anyone knew what transpired between the two on their last mission, it would be Steve. His reaction proved otherwise. She was confident Steve didn’t know about her past with Bucky or he wouldn’t have unknowingly taunted Bucky.

Evangelina ran her hand along Bucky’s back affectionately. “What about you, Y/N? That dress looks amazing on you. I’m almost jealous I didn’t borrow that one.”

Untangling herself from Steve’s hold, Y/N focused on responding to her new friend rather than Bucky. Puffing out her chest, Y/N said, “Thanks, Lina. I have a date.”

Evangelina grinned, “You should join us.” She directed her attention to Bucky, slapping the center of his chest. “They should join us.”

Y/N’s eyes bulged at the prospect of a double date with Bucky. Absolutely not.

“Could be fun,” Bucky added, but his voice lacked emotion.

She officially lost her mind. There was no way Bucky was actually on board with this idea. The man spent most of his time avoiding her. The second she attempts to move on, he tries to interfere. No. No. No.

Y/N shook her head, lying through her teeth, “It’s still new. I’m not ready to introduce him to anyone I know yet.”

Bucky’s eyes lingered on Y/N’s figure for a moment. “That’s not exactly a new relationship kind of dress.” His eyes narrowed in a challenge.

Y/N pursed her lips. “It is for the kind of relationship he and I have.”

Bucky and Y/N’s first assignment together was a disaster. Bucky wasn't prepared to return to the field, but he insisted he was fine. The mission was successful, but only after Bucky hesitated and Y/N was stabbed. The knife was meant for Bucky, and he took her sacrifice for his mistake poorly. They argued even while Y/N was getting stitched up. At the time, they couldn’t stand one another, but looking back on it, it was the tipping point from enemies to friends.

Tony pressured the two to get along for everyone's sake. He suggested going out for a drink and hashing it out. It was the typical outing for a man of Tony’s status with enemies. Bucky had been the first to yield, offering to buy Y/N a drink. As long as it meant they could move forward, he didn’t care. Y/N declined. Bucky scowled in frustration.

“I probably shouldn't tell you this, but ever since the whole enhanced superpower thing, alcohol is like poison to me.”

Bucky’s face softened. Alcohol had been an issue for him and Steve as well. He detested that he couldn’t get drunk, especially with the unwanted memories that plagued his head frequently. It paled in comparison to her side effects. At least he could still consume the liquid and pretend.

“How about dinner then?” Bucky proposed.

Y/N nodded. “Dinner would be great.”

After that, the pair functioned well together. At least until Y/N witnessed Bucky’s nightmares or when he pulled away from everyone after a challenging mission. That was when Y/N began comforting Bucky. While it wasn’t a problem before, it was now.

“Stop staring at me,” Bucky grumbled.

Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away from the super-soldier. It was their first mission together since he began dating Evangelina. The two of them were trapped in a safe house on the other side of the world. It wasn’t the first time they had stayed in this particular safe house. It was the exact safe house they inhabited on their last mission.

“You’re hurt,” Y/N observed. Bucky naturally had a sway in his gate. Today, it was heavier, as if he had been lugging extra weight around for hours.

“I’m fine,” Bucky rasped, keeping his back to Y/N. He kept his focus on igniting the fire in the fireplace before them.

Y/N frowned. “I don't mean physically.” Bucky remained silent. “Maybe you should call Evangelina,” she proposed. It was the practical thing to suggest, but it seemed to have the opposite effect on Bucky than she intended.

Bucky whirled around; the fire blazed behind him. “I said I’m fine,” he barked. His dark eyes pinned her to her spot on the worn couch.

Y/N chewed her bottom lip. If he was going to get angry with her for caring, then she’d get furious right back. “If you’re so fine, then why have you been avoiding me?”

Bucky grumbled something under his breath, running his hand through his hair. “I already told you, I haven’t-”

“Bullshit.” Y/N rose from her seat. “You fucked me after that HYDRA mission and discarded me like garbage,” she fumed. “I gave you space. I’m gone not even an entire month and suddenly you have a girlfriend. Fuck you, James.”

Bucky stormed the room until he was standing in front of her. His nostrils flared as he ran his tongue along his teeth before baring his teeth. Y/N tipped her head back, daring him to put his hands on her. Bucky studied her face momentarily, their faces hairsbreadths from one another as he hissed, “Fuck. You. Y/N.” From this distance, she could see the muscles in his face twist. She knew he was pissed. Bucky pulled away. “You think you know everything. You have no idea what it's like to have someone fuck with your head.”

Y/N shoved his chest hard. Bucky didn’t even flinch. “You! You’ve been driving me insane with your games!” Her hands moved to shove him again, but he caught both of her wrists.

“Don’t,” he growled.

Y/N ripped herself free from his hold. His grip wasn't tight enough to hurt, still she rubbed her wrist anyway, trying to rid her body of his touch.

“Go back to your boyfriend, Y/N,” he commanded.

Y/N squinted at the man in front of her. This version of him was a stranger. “I heard you,” she voiced softly. “That night,” she pointed to the bedroom down the hall, “when you thought I was asleep, you said you love me.”

If she wasn’t an Avenger, she wouldn’t have detected the way his eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Bucky no longer had to wear a mask from HYDRA, but it seemed everyone except Bucky got the memo. His voice matched the stone-cold expression he wore. “I lied.”

It was the lack of sympathy in his voice that slammed the casket closed. With two little words, Bucky Barnes had buried her in the same place he made love to her.

Bucky returned to the tower after dropping Evangelina off when he stumbled across Natasha with a glass of wine in hand. She was snuggled under a blanket on the couch, watching a true crime show. Since he was unsure where everyone else had gone, he settled on the spot beside Natasha.

“Long night?” Natasha questioned, side-eying the brunette.

Bucky moaned, running his hands down his face. “Long week.”

Natasha swirled her glass of wine. “There is still a bit of wine left. It won't get you drunk but it might help you relax.”

Bucky pursed his lips. “I don’t think that will help.”

Natasha shrugged. “There’s some liquor Y/N’s boyfriend left on the counter over there.” She pointed to the nearly empty bottle across the room. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind sharing.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, “He’s here?”

The red head nodded. “They just got back from dinner. She said they were going upstairs to watch a movie, but after the amount of alcohol they had, I’m sure they are doing more than that.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Bucky stiffened. “They were both drinking?”

“Yeah. The boyfriend came down a couple times to make mixed drinks. He offered me one the last time he was down here, but,” she raised her wine glass.

Before Natasha could continue, Bucky was out of the room, taking the stairs three at a time. He didn’t expect Natasha to understand. People didn’t go around broadcasting their weaknesses. Y/N told him hers, despite them not being friends. It wasn’t his position to share the information. He regretted it now.

Bucky pounded his fist on the wooden door of Y/N's bedroom with a force that made the hinges creak. “Y/N, you in there? Open up,” he pleaded, his voice laced with concern. When he tried the handle and found it locked, his heart sank. “Y/N,” his voice grew more desperate. He could hear shuffling on the other side of the door and leaned in, straining to hear anything that might give him an indication of what was transpiring inside. Despite his repeated requests, the door remained sealed shut, and Bucky's impatience and frustration mounted with each passing second. His voice grew louder, his fists clenched tightly, as he roared for Y/N to open the goddamn door. But there was no response. Finally, Bucky stepped back, his eyes flashing with rage, preparing to kick the door down.

The door opened the second Bucky lifted his boot. A man Bucky had never seen before pushed past him, flying down the hallway. “I didn’t do anything,” he cried as he stepped onto the elevator.

Whiplash hit Bucky hard. His head twisted between the man on the elevator and Y/N’s open bedroom door. The second he caught sight of the man's face, he filed it away preparing to deal with him later. Bucky ran into Y/N’s room. His heartbeat drummed loudly, drowning out the sound of the TV playing in the background. He called her name, but there was no response. He scanned the entire room, finding it empty. His boot kicked a glass, the brown liquid staining the carpet. With a lump in his throat, Bucky knocked on the bathroom door and waited for half a heartbeat before he jerked the door wide open.

There she was, sprawled out on the bathroom floor. Bucky crouched down beside her. His flesh hand shook her shoulder as he called her name. No response. He rolled her onto her back, his fingers searching for the pulse on her neck. Bucky almost missed the faint thrum of her pulse beneath his fingers. His own body was shaking. He called her name once again but was met with silence.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. send the medical unit to Y/N’s room,” his voice quivered as he addressed Tony’s artificial intelligence.

He stepped over her to turn the shower on. Leaving the sliding glass door open, he enveloped her torso in his arms, dragging her bodying into the shower. Crumbling to the floor behind her, he cradled her body under the spray of the cold water.

“Come on, Y/N. Wake up,” he pleaded. He tapped her face repeatedly. “Come on. Not like this,” his voice began shattering. Her head lulled into his chest. Bucky’s fist clenched, mindful not to crush her, as a loud sob tore through his chest. Bucky held her tighter than the clothes adhering to their skin beneath the water. He swayed her slowly as tears gushed down his face. “Come on Y/N. Come back to me,” he croaked. “Tell me to go fuck myself. Anything,” he begged, praying for a reaction. It was futile. Bucky smashed his lips onto the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open with a groan. Her body was sore on the brink of death. One look around the room confirmed she nearly died. She visited the medical wing frequently between missions. The injuries she had endured on the missions were nothing in comparison to what she was experiencing now.

A pressure landing on the back of her hand had her head snapping to her side. Bucky sat with his forehead pressed to the back of her hand, a prayer escaping his lips. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows searching for her last memory of Bucky.

The brunette lifted his head, running his fingers through her hair. “You scared me,” his voice was shaky, his eyes never left her face.

“Where’s-”

Bucky snarled, “Your boyfriend? Don’t worry about him, he’s an asshole.”

Y/N flinched. “He didn’t know.”

“That’s not why he’s an asshole. He ran and left you on the bathroom floor to die.” Bucky watched as Y/N processed the new information. The lack of surprise concerned him. He didn’t want to ask, but he needed to know. “Did you know there was alcohol in your drink?”

Y/N scoffed, crossing her arms. “Of course, I didn’t, Bucky. You’re an asshole for leaving me too. I’m pissed at you. I’m not suicidal. You did your good deed. I’m alive. Now you can go back to your Angel.” She spat the last words, parodying his words from the safe house.

Bucky sat back in his seat, rubbing his chin. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. He just wanted to push her away. He pushed too far. He almost lost her. He couldn’t avoid her any longer, she deserved an explanation.

“It wasn’t a lie,” he mumbled. Part of him didn’t want her to hear it, still wanting to starve off the conversation.

“What?”

He took a deep breath, leaning forward. His elbows rested on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him. His face turned serious. “I love you.” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat while her face turned sour. “But I can't be with you.”

A tear rolled down her cheek. “Why are you doing this? Why now?”

Bucky winced at the hurt in her voice. It hurt him too. That’s why he avoided the conversation for so long. “I’m too vulnerable around you. I fall back into my head way too easily. I don’t want to be reminded of my past. Then I met Ang- Evangelina and suddenly, I’m not thinking about all of the people I’ve killed, or the way HYDRA tortured me. With her, I’m living in the present.”

Y/N sat up harshly, the tears had stopped flowing a few sentences ago. “Because you won’t open up to her! You’re running from your problems and the second she’s gone, you’re gonna be stuck in your head again. Alone this time. Sorry, I was only a distraction long enough for you to fuck me. You don’t love her. You love the idea of normalcy with me!” She insisted, jabbing her finger into her chest.

Bucky closed his eyes, his head in his hands.

“For fucks sake, Bucky. She looks like me. This isn’t reality. This isn’t you. You're playing a role in some cheesy romcom. You’re letting her emulate me to fill a spot. She’s my understudy and you know it.”

Bucky ran his hands through his hair before looking up at her. Teary-eyed, he confessed, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who I am anymore. I just want to be normal again.” His head rested on his bent arms, leaning against the bed. His back jolted with each sob.

Y/N rubbed between his shoulder blades. “We’re not normal Bucky. None of the Avengers are, but we’re real.” She ran her hand through his hair comfortingly. “You and me, we’re real.”

He wiped his tears, shaking his head, “She’s out looking for a dog for us to adopt.”

Y/N scrunched her nose. They were taking the next step. Before she knows it, they'll be moving in together, getting married, and have a kid on the way.

“I don’t even want a dog. I couldn’t take care of it with my lifestyle. It just seemed like the normal thing to do. Most families have dogs.”

Y/N hated the idea of Bucky considering a family with Evangelina. She knew him better though. “I always took you for a cat person.”

Bucky smiled at her. “Yeah? What about you? Are you a cat person?”

She nodded. “Less work to train. More realistic in our lifestyle.”

Bucky hummed. The idea of them sharing anything both scared and delighted Bucky. “What kind of cat would we get?”

The corner of Y/N’s lips turned upward. Playing along, she didn’t need to think about her answer, she had already thought about it before. “It doesn’t matter, but he’d have to be white so I could see him against all of your black clothes. Although, cat hairs might be a pain before missions.”

Bucky nodded, his elbow on the bed, propped his head up in his hand. His other hand held Y/N’s as his thumb rubbed circles on the back of her hand as she talked. With a raised eyebrow, Bucky asked, “He?”

Y/N nodded, offended he would suggest otherwise. “You know, so I can come home to my boys. Plus, you need more friends. You two can have a guy's night while I’m away.”

“What if I want to come home to my girls?” Bucky argued.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “We’ll let fate decide. Whichever we find first.”

He nodded, agreeing to the compromise. “Alpine.”

“Huh?”

Bucky sighed dreamily, “The name.” It was too easy talking with Y/N about adopting a cat as if they were discussing children. It hadn’t crossed Y/N’s mind yet, but Bucky was aware that he wasn’t thinking of the past. He was thinking of the future. A future with Y/N.

Y/N snorted. It wasn’t the name she would have picked but Bucky liked it. She got to pick the color; it was only fair Bucky got to pick the name. “Alpine it is.”

Three weeks later, Bucky and Y/N welcomed Alpine to their shared room at Avengers Tower. The team melted when they met the feline. Even Evangelina. Despite the breakup, Y/N and Evangelina remained friends. The women were filled with too much grace and poise, not to. A trait Bucky had admired in both of them. It should have unsettled Bucky for them to remain friends, but Bucky knew where he belonged now. He might not know who he was or who he is now, but he was certain his future was Y/N.

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kayesfanfics · 7 months

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General Alucard Dating Headcanons

A/N: This takes place post Season 4, if he didn’t fall for Greta of course and just became friends with her

He absolutely adores when you call him Adrian, he doesn’t really like being called Alucard by you, since that’s more of his title than his actual name. He didn’t share his real name with you for a bit, but one day he asked you if you could call him by his given name, Adrian, and of course you respected his wish. But there was something about everyone else in the village calling him Alucard or The Alucard, and you were one of the only people to call him by his name. It made you feel special, and it made him feel more close to you when you said his name

It took awhile for him to open up to you fully, after what happened with Sumi and Taka, he needed physical space from you. Physical touch was iffy for him, he had to take baby steps into it with you. First it was linking pinkies, then holding hands, then hugs, and it took a long time for him to finally kiss you. But once he did, he never stopped wanting to, your lips fit perfectly against his and your sweet and love filled kiss didn’t hold any malice or ill intentions. More intimate things like sex would come later into the relationship, but for now you were content with kissing him

HE LOVES CUDDLING WITH YOU. After getting used to you touching him and feeling your arms around him, he felt so safe in them. They held him after nightmares, held him when he cried, held him when he wanted to express his love for you. Likes when you play with his long hair and scratch his scalp, his own hands often scratch your back with his long nails, or his thumbs rub your hips where his hands are rested. When he feels lonely in the castle, he finds you and asks if you to hold him. It never takes much convincing, so you find a comfy place to get comfortable, whether it be him sitting in a chair and you on his lap, on a couch or getting cozy in bed for a nap together

Loves watching you help the people around the village. You help the men hold things up to build houses, help cook meals with the women, play with the children while their parents were busy. You and Sypha would often chat together, complaining about your S/O’s bad habits, like Trevor’s constant thirst for beer and Adrian’s clinginess when you were busy

Adrian: “I am not clingy…am I?”

Trevor: “When you got drunk with me you cried about wanting Y/N and kneeled before her.”

Adrian: “Oh-“

He likes to gather and cook you dinner personally, it feels more intimate and with love that way rather than just bringing you a plate of food someone else made. Likes to set up romantic dinners with a velvet tablecloth, candles, and a vase with flowers for you, and cook you your favorite meal after a long week of running a village with him

He gets so embarrassed when the orphans of the village call him ‘dad’ in front of you. It always makes you giggle and brings a red blush to his pale cheeks, and he freezes until one of this kids tug on his sleeve to answer their question. Whenever he sees you playing with the kids, he can’t help but imagine what it will be like when the two of you have kids. Belmont and Sypha are already expecting their first, maybe soon the two of you would as well in the near future. He would bring the idea up to you, and you had the same thoughts for some time as well, thinking that Adrian would make the cutest kids with you, hopefully they’d have his luscious blonde hair

He definitely wants to turn you into a vampire, he doesn’t want to live his immortal life without you. Of course if it is your wish to remain human, he will respect that, but if you allow him to turn you, he will do it gently and hold you through the painful transition. Would love to always kiss where he bit you while turning you, so lots and lots of hug from behind followed by the soft peck of his lips on your neck

#alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #castlevania x reader #castlevania

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saigethearies · 7 months

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saige’s terrortober presents…

break

a heartbreaking betrayal leads you to seek comfort from the very person that plunged you into this nightmare.

serial killer!keiji akaashi x fem!reader

contents/warnings: murder and extremely dubious consent, reader goes through a trauma and starts making questionable decisions, angst, oral (m!receiving), pussyjob, unprotected vaginal sex, slight bondage, praise, reader’s ankle gets a lil hurt but she’s okay, blood, slight yandere(?)

wc: 2.9k

18+ MINORS DNI

it was supposed to be the best weekend of the year.

you, your boyfriend, and all of your shared friends had been planning this getaway since last year. everyone ensured to get the time off, saved up to get the nicer rental, even splurged on a pontoon boat to be able to piddle around on the water. this lake trip was supposed to be one for the books.

you supposed it still technically would be.

you just didn’t think it would be something straight out of a horror novel.

slowly, you made your way through the hall, grateful for the homeowner’s decision to carpet the upstairs so that your footsteps could be muffled- even though much of said carpet was now stained red. you kept your eyes trained straight ahead, refusing to look into the bathroom on the left even though you could still see the limp body of one of your friends in your peripheral.

you had to save all your tears for later. if you broke down too soon, there’s a big chance you wouldn’t be getting back up. he’d make sure of that.

the wine cellar is how he must have snuck in. your group had read about in the list of amenities, but no one bothered to notice that it had a door that led outside. it was the only entrance to the house that wouldn’t have been locked. one small act of negligence and now your vacation home had been turned into a hunting ground.

you weren't sure how many of your friends were still alive. out of your original group of eight, you’d passed three bodies so far. it was out of pure luck that you managed to escape his onslaught of the second floor. you hid the second you heard your friend’s bloodcurdling scream after she’d left to go shower. dashing into one of the vacant bedrooms and yanking the window open, you’d perched yourself on the roof outside while listening to his heavy footsteps explore the room. you’d never felt so terrified in your entire life. the term ‘frozen in fear’ didn’t do it justice. it felt as if liquid nitrogen was circulating through your veins.

as soon as the coast felt clear, you quietly slid through the window and padded into the hall, bringing you to your current whereabouts.

a pained yell pierced the stillness that had blanketed the house, sounding off from somewhere near the kitchen downstairs. you paused near the top of the stairs, huddling up against the wall to stay out of view in case he happened to pass by. you couldn’t help but wonder which of your friends was the one getting butchered this time, morbid curiosity bringing a cloudiness to your frantic eyes.

you squeezed them shut. crying comes later, remember?

you couldn’t hear the shouting from below anymore, and you took a deep breath to gather your wits. you needed to find your boyfriend. you cared deeply for everyone here, but the love of your life needed to come first. this is the man you were discussing spending forever with, starting a family with, growing old together with.

even if you did make it out alive, you wouldn’t truly survive unless he did too.

there was only one clear escape route. he had already slashed everyone’s tires, so the cars weren’t an option. however, the pontoon boat was out of view, hidden within the boathouse out back. there’s a possibility he didn’t know it was there, meaning that a water getaway was your best chance at the moment.

which also meant that to get to the backyard, you needed to go downstairs. where the killer was.

every muscle in your body was trying to lock up, refusing to carry your legs down into imminent danger. your brain knew better, however. you needed to move.

wobbly legs took you down the first few steps, stopping for a second to try and tame the shakes wracking you. it was during that pause that you saw movement in one of the living room windows that gave you a view into the backyard.

it was your boyfriend.

he was creeping through the patio with his roommate, one of them monitoring the inside of the house while the other kept his eyes on the boathouse. they must share the idea that you have about an escape. you couldn’t help the smile that came onto your face. your lover was always on the same page as you. even when facing disaster, you proved you were perfect for each other.

you were prompted to move forward again now that you saw fellow survivors, this time moving swiftly. not seeing him in the surrounding area at the bottom of the staircase, you dashed to the backdoor, opening it as fast as you could without making too much noise.

“babe!” you called softly, stepping onto the patio.

your boyfriend turned to look at you, an expression in your eyes that you couldn’t quite grasp. he frantically beckoned you forward, his roommate having an impatient look on his face. you didn’t take it personally. everyone was petrified right now.

you ran towards them, joining them in the middle of the yard. the boathouse was just down the gentle slope of the yard. you could easily reach it in under a minute, especially with how fast everyone seemed to be moving. safety wasn’t too far away.

that glimmer of hope crashed along with the bloodied body that was sent careening into your group. the three of you scattered, your eyes tearing up at the wounded, torn version of your former classmate laying crumpled on the ground before you.

another thump sounded off to the right of you, and you turned to see him now standing directly behind your boyfriend. he had jumped down from the second-story balcony, when he’d gotten there, you had no clue. what you did have a clue about was that your lover was in serious trouble, because your attacker was raising his ax.

“oh, fuck!” your boyfriend’s roommate screamed. “behind you!”

he turned around just in time to see his assailant swinging his ax down, blade aimed straight for your boyfriend’s neck.

your brain hadn’t even registered your movements, deep ingrained need to protect your loved one leading you to grip one of the folding lawn chairs in your hand. you ran towards him, not even caring for the fact he could overpower you easily, and flung the chair against him with all of your might. you watched his steely blue eyes widen in surprise, clearly not used to having someone fight back, his balance breaking as he stumbling backwards, ax now lodging into the ground near your boyfriend’s feet.

a victorious grin broke out on your face. you did it! you saved your man!

the three of you took off towards the boathouse, wind whipping your hair as you ran faster than you ever had in your life. your group had a headstart of a few seconds, the killer having to unstick his ax from the grass. he was able to gain on you shortly after, though, and you figured this man had to have some sort of athletic background. no average man could pull off the feats you’d seen him do with ease.

you could see the pontoon boat, the two men a few steps ahead of you already within reach of it.

almost th-

crack!

your foot must’ve landed on a dry-rotted piece of wood, a panel of the boathouse dock breaking and sending your foot below the floor, stuck.

hearing the sound of something breaking, your boyfriend turned to see your predicament. you saw him pause, turning towards you slightly.

“help me!” you cried, eyes locked on his.

he began to take a step towards you, about to come rescue you like you had him not too long ago, until his roommate’s voice yelled out to him.

“dude, we have to fucking go now! there’s no time, leave her.”

when the words reached you, your heart dropped.

and then, when you saw the guilt come onto your boyfriend’s face as he turned and clambered onto the boat with his friend, your heart broke.

the sound of an engine whirring sent your ears ringing, watching the two of them speed away from the hell they’d willingly left you in.

your chest tightened, breathing becoming jagged as the reality of your situation tightened around you like a python squeezing its prey to death.

he left you.

the man you were supposed to marry, to have children with, to sit on front porch rocking chairs with years from now, left you to get picked off so that he could escape. after you’d risked your own life to rush at a murderer to save his.

the burning started at the corners of your eyes, spreading through your lashline before it became so unbearable that you shut your eyes, face scrunching as the drops began their descent down your cheeks.

you saw so much death, so much bloodshed, yet held it all in for the sake of being reunited with your love amidst the chaos.

for the first time that dreadful night, you allowed yourself to cry.

the sobs that wracked your body left your whole frame weak, body slumping towards the dock as you fell onto your knees, not even bothering with your foot still trapped under the wood. it wouldn’t make a difference, anyway. your biggest motivation to survive just cut you deeper than he ever could. there was no fight left in you.

god, you just hoped he’d make it quick. yet, after you threw a fucking chair at him earlier, you figured that wouldn’t be the case. damn, why did the events have to unfold like this?

you wondered what you did to deserve this?

apparently, someone else seemed to be having a similar thought.

“what a selfish bastard,” the voice, cold and cutting said from behind you. if you weren’t so numb, you probably would have flinched when you felt his hand come onto the top of your head. “you poor thing, you didn’t deserve that.”

his tone took on a sort of sympathetic note, confusion forming in your jumbled mind. was he trying to mock you? add insult to injury before he hacks into you over and over again?

the feeling of this thumb gently stroking the top of your forehead brought you to, blinking your tears away as he kneeled down beside you. his other hand then dropped his ax, fingers coming to grip your chin so gently that you almost were sent into denial that these were the same appendages shredding your friends earlier.

you hated how the word “beautiful” came to mind when you saw his stormy eyes, blood streaked all over an admittedly handsome face. the softness that had come across his features had you even more puzzled. he was trying to mock you, right?

“you’re such a sweet thing,” he said, crimson coated hands continuing to delicately hold your head, as if he knew you were fragile right now. you could feel the warm stickiness from his fingers getting onto your face.

“not many people have the courage to face me,” he said with a small chuckle as if he was taking a quick stroll down memory lane, reminiscing on all the people he’d hunted before. “but you did, because you were trying to help someone. i’ve seen so many people show their true colors while facing death, and none of them have been as good-natured as yours. you should be proud of yourself.”

your stomach started to sink.

his rambling sounded genuine. he wasn’t mocking you, he actually felt bad for you. the fucking murderer felt sorry for you, that’s how screwed over you just got.

and worst of all, his words were actually comforting you.

his palms moved to cup your tear-stained cheeks, you leaning one of them into his touch absentmindedly. so warm.

“he-” you hiccupped on another sob. “he left me. for dead.”

a frown came onto his face as he began to shush your cries, thumbs wiping your tears away, painting your cheeks scarlet. “not for dead, sweetheart. you’re good. i don’t kill good girls.”

you blinked, swallowing slowly as you replayed his words over and over again. “you…you don’t?”

“mhm,” he hummed. “like i said, true colors, angel. a lot of the people i’ve taken out were just as shitty as me. i just can’t be bothered to hide it anymore.”

maybe it was the care he was treating you with, or the nice words, or the fact that he was honestly gorgeous, but whatever it was made his words start to make sense in your scattered mind.

his attention turned to your stuck foot, moving to lift it out from under the wood. he examined your ankle closely. “it might be sprained, but i don’t think it’s broken. try not to put any pressure on it, yeah?”

he scooped you up with ease, holding you in his arms as if you were something precious to him. the two of you looked at the purple and pink hues of the sunset, spotting the departed pontoon boat that was now a mere speck on the horizon of the water.

“some people are so cruel,” he said with distaste, as if the onslaught he’d unleashed upon your friends earlier had been anything other than cruel itself. you should have made a note of the irony, but instead you leaned your head against his chest.

you found yourself gently laid down on one of the deck chairs near the boathouse, the man remaining standing as he came to your side, your face level with his waist.

“you were so good earlier,” he said, tipping your head back with his fingers to look up at him. “be good for me one more time and i’ll reward you, yeah?”

he began to undo his belt, and you should have screamed. cried. felt disgusted at his implications. but instead, you nodded your head, staring up at him like he had designed the constellations himself. he had been so kind to you, so comforting, during your lowest point. how could you deny him?

he took the leather belt he just removed and wrapped it around your wrists, keeping them tied in front of you. he chuckled. “just a precaution, sweetheart. you did hit me with a chair earlier.”

you watched on in awe as he pushed his pants and briefs down enough to free his cock, which was as pretty as the rest of him with a flushed pink tip.

“open up, sweetheart.”

you did as you were told, accepting his hard length into your mouth and sucking. he kept a grip on your chin, moving your head up and down his dick the way he wanted. you kept running your tongue along the underside as you were bobbed, drinking in the pleased sighs you heard above you.

“so good,” he breathed out. “so good, such a good girl.”

he started to move you faster, cock slipping in and out of your mouth rapidly as his high neared. he suddenly stilled, removing himself from between your lips.

“did great, sweetheart,” the praise sent tingles down your spine. “but i only like to cum in a pussy, so it’s time for your reward.”

removing his pants the rest of the way, he pulled your own little shorts off.

“sir-”

“keiji,” he corrected. “you can call me keiji.”

“o-okay,” you said. “keiji, are you gonna…you know…”

“what is it, sweetheart? don’t be shy, you can ask.”

“are you gonna prep me?”

he gave you a small smile. “of course i can get your pussy a little wet first, angel.”

he peeled your panties off, bringing his hard cock between your folds and starting to rub between them. the sensation was new to you, little moans leaving your lips. he held your hips in place, bloody fingerprints marring your skin as he continued to slide between your labia.

his cockhead started to hit your clit, increasing the volume of your sounds as the pleasure started to build in your gut.

feeling all the slick gathering on his dick, akaashi figured you were ready for him. ceasing his movements, he positioned himself at your entrance. “alright, pretty girl. deep breath.”

he felt so good filling you up, giving your walls a delectable stretch as he bottomed out in your soaked cunt. you watched him take a deep breath.

“never felt a pussy this good. you truly are special, aren’t you?”

he set a pace that was deep and steady, cradling your head against his chest as he speared you repeatedly. pants and mewls left you, his cock feeling so amazing, the nirvava it provided being the perfect distraction from your heartbreak. the calm after the horrific storm you experienced earlier, brain too weary to care that the very person providing the satisfaction was the hailstorm himself.

it didn’t matter.

nothing you thought you knew mattered anymore.

all that mattered was how good keiji made you feel, a particularly hard thrust leaving you shaking and cumming around him.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until he was cooing at you, rubbing his hand against your back almost lovingly. you weren’t sure if it was your tears or your orgasm that pushed him over his own edge.

“you’ll be okay, sweetheart. i’ll make sure of it.”

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saige’s terrortober masterlist

#saige’s terrortober #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #keiji akaashi x reader #akaashi smut #akaashi keiji smut #akaashi x you #akaashi keiji x you #akaashi keiji #keiji akaashi #hq x you #hq x reader #hq smut

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1-800-cr33py · 2 months

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WRITE A STORY WITH ERIC DRAVEN PLSSSSSSS

Of course, though I am going through a bit of writer’s and artist’s block, so i deeply apologize for the quality.

A/N: Angst w/comfort, reader is depressive, something quick might expand on this later though. Eric is…eric.

Hands a bit too cold to be considered normal traced the plain of your stomach, the skin warm beneath his calloused palm. Eric was many things, a murderer, spiteful, any name under the sun one could think of, but in the current moment he was envious. Envious of you, sleeping beneath the many blankets of his bed, practically a nest for the both of you now. He was envious of your warmth, your liveliness, your mortality. There may have been a time when he’d daydream of what his life could have been like in his older years, hair graying and fading and worn band tee shirts. But those days would never catch up to him, but you still remained. Fuck if you didn’t stay glued to his side. He remembers seeing you after he was brought back, the black tears staining your cheeks as you tried to look through him, trying to rationalize the sight before you.

You sat upon the brick wall of what was once a shared apartment, bottles and cans thrown haphazardly around the creaking floors. You, a husk of the person you used to be, in the middle of the mess, eyeliner running down your cheeks and eyes hollow, eyes once so full of life and contentment, now dull, sharp even. If his heart could, it would break at the sight of you. He stalked you from his shadows, not yet ready to face you. Oh how he longed to hold you, to remind you he’d take care of you like he promised so long ago, to simply feel your skin against his would be enough. But Eric remained still, continuing to watch you gulp down more cheap vodka like it was water. Erin grimaced, he didn’t like the sight before him. He saw himself lingering within your behavior, saw his influences in your mannerisms. You, none the wiser to his position before you, didn’t even jump when his footfalls fell upon your ears. Maybe you were to drunk, or maybe it’s because you were to far gone to care.

“ Look dickhead, I don’t know what the fuck it is you want but I-“ your cold remark was cut short, far to short with a familiar laugh, a laugh you hadn’t heard in over a year, actually thats a lie. It was the same laugh that had been haunting your nightmares for so, so fucking long.

“ Such harsh words from such a pretty girl, you kiss your mother with that mouth pretty? “ Eric drawled, nearing you. You, bottle just an inch from your agape mouth. There he was, face painted a sickly white and black smeared haphazardly across his eyes and lips. It was like time stopped, only the two of you existing at once. Eyes welling with tears, you stayed silent. What could you do? You were there when they put him into the cold hard ground, there to pick up Sarah when her mother couldn’t give less than a fuck about her. You. Eric, now squatting before you, searched your face, for any sign of emotion, emotion he didn’t find. You wanted to scream, to hit yourself and down the rest of the bottle, telling yourself you were dreaming, but you couldn’t. His cologne had long since faded from everything that was left behind, but here now you could taste it. Mouth gaping akin to that of a fish out of water, the bottle fell, clattering onto the floor as your hand reached to his face. Just a touch. Just something to tell yourself this was real, that he was real. With a trembling finger, you pushed the wet stray hairs from his painted face, moving to trace his jaw. He was real this time, a tangible thing before you blessing your teary eyes with a pained smile.

That was a long while ago, he’d yet to find a real reason to pass on yet, though the Crow had quit trying to urge him now. The night was young, though the city lights didn’t make it seem that way, still, you napped, curled underneath the blankets. Eric let out an audible sign, cold fingers mindlessly tracing shapes onto your skin. He’d give anything, anything at all, just to fully feel the true extent of your warmth again, the warmth he felt when he was alive, not just a walking corpse. Eric longed to be the softer man he once was for you, but he knew as well as you did, that man was gone. But for now, he’d be content with this, relearning and healing alongside you.

#1800cr33py #reqs open #requests are open #eric draven x reader #eric draven #the crow 1994 #the crow x reader #brandon lee

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maleyanderecafe · 4 months

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The Little Princess and Her Monster Prince (Webcomic)

Created by: Jang namu/Hagwa

Genre: Isekai

This one took me a while to read, but The Little Princess and Her Monster Prince, or I Became the Wife of the Monstrous Crown Prince is genuinely very sweet. Most of it takes place when the two male leads are children and only goes into a big time jump around Chapter 70. The male lead is the yandere in this one, though like I said, considering that he's mostly fairly young, he's much more of the clingy and protective type. There is another yandere that also appears in one of the flashbacks that the main character, Athena has. As of writing this, there are about 80 chapters with the story moving into it's third season fairly soon.

The story starts out with Athena isekaing after waking up in a lake, with her husband, Blake, worried sick over her. After waking up, she immediately goes to find Blake, who seems extremely scared of going near her as he is cursed. Athena, who seems to not care, comforts him and promises to be by his side, which leads to Blake getting very attached to her. Athena promises that his curse will be broken by the age 18, knowing that her sister, Diana will be the one who breaks it. Through this, Athena slowly starts to help with Blake's diet, fires the one in charge as he is embezzling money and thinks about ways to prevent future deaths. While doing all of this, she ends up meeting Richard, a guy that the original Athena had a crush on. Current Athena takes a dislike to him because of the fact that later on he causes both Blake and his father to die, and ends up rejecting him. Blake ends up defending Athena when he tries to strike back, and Athena ends up comforting Blake afterwards when Richard calls him a monster. Athena silently proclaims that she will stay with Blake until Diana is able to undo the curse, to at which point she will have to leave him. We find that Richard seemed like he was originally going to use Athena as a way to take over the kingdom and displace Blake, but since that failed, he has to find another way to go around it. Eventually, Athena ends up meeting Blake's dad, the crown prince to talk about why she ended up firing the one in charge, with this leading him to accept her as his daughter in law. The crown prince sends a spy named Unhan to watch over Blake and Athena as due to the curse he cannot touch or get near Blake without being affected by his curse. As the story goes on, Unhan slowly starts to fall in love with Athena, and we also learn just how much the crown prince cares for his son. Athena gets nightmares about her previous life, with Blake comforting her as she had an abusive father. This time when meeting her father though, she's able to stand up for herself, being able to push him away as he knows that he's trying to use her to take over the crown. The crown prince ends up adopting her (well in the, I will house you kind of way, not actually adopting her) and building her a garden after he sees the abuse that her father gives her. She also learns to dance at the ball, though promises to only have her first dance with Blake.

She ends up making friends with Diana at the ball and introducing her to Blake while she tries to find a way to stop Blake's curse. Blake and Diana end up fighting over who likes Athena more. Athena spends more and more time learning how to break Blake's curse, tracing back the entire thing to a kingdom that fell due to the Goddess of Light. Blake and Diana end up training together, with Diana vowing to get stronger to protect Athena in the future. Diana gets abused by her father as he doesn't want her to learn how to become a knight, and forces her to spy on Athena, else he marries her off. This of course, never comes to fruition as Diana ends up telling Athena what their father is up to. This leads to Blake talking with Athena's father about what happens, and threatening him by showing off what his curse can really do (which burns the father). Diana ends up going to military school (more or less) and Athena ends up meeting Richard again, who is mourning over the death of someone. Knowing that this is where Richard turns to the dark side, Athena tries to give him words of reassurance in hopes that he doesn't go down that path. Blake finds out that Unhan is still following them and confronts him about it, and not too soon after, Athena finds out about him as well.

With this and the crown prince's permission, Athena travels to the cursed kingdom where Blake's curse originated from. There she reads the tablets there to find out more information on the curse as well as some of the memories of the people who were involved. She ends up following some creatures deeper into the castle (with Unhan's help), finding out that the curse actually originated a lot later than what was previously thought, before having to go back. When Athena comes back, she finds that Blake has collapsed due to the curse. Athena is able to stay by him until he gets better, before the two mend a kind of rift that the two had. We also get to see Unhan's younger brother, Baekhan, who is chosen by the god of light and her vessel. Baekhan makes a deal with Athena, stating that he can translate some of the old language that she saw if she can convince Unhan to come back with him to the capital. She succeeds of course, and Baekhan ends up accidentally causing Athena to see memories, finding out that she does have the power of light, the very power that should break Blake's curse. The crown prince has some cute moments with both Blake and Athena after he says goodbye to Unhan. Athena ends up going to the ball, where part of the coup against Blake is revealed, with the crowned prince jailing one of Richard's uncles. Blake's curse disappears the day after with Athena realizing that she doesn't want to let go of Blake that easily. This ends the coup with Richard's family, as Blake is no longer in danger of dying from it (as the curse often kills them before they reach adulthood). Around this time the door of darkness (that's what it's called) from the cursed country opens, with the crown prince going after it. Athena ends up going as well to try to prevent him from dying (as in the story that is where he originally died). Before that though, we see that the curse comes back to Blake for a bit, with Athena realizing that the markings are actually a cry for help from the Goddess of Light herself. She ends up being sucked inside of the door and views the memories of the past.

In the past a girl named Liontel and the goddess of light, Serpania were friends, with Liontel learning how to use light from her. Liontel was in love with Lakshoul, basically the last reincarnation of Blake but with black hair, while Serpania was in love with Phillip, basically the last reincarnation of Richard but with white hair. Ser decides that she will marry Phillip, and promises to transfer all of her powers to him so that she can become human. At this time Liontel and Lakshoul were going to get married too and Liontel ends up talking to Phillip about their weddings. Phillip seems jealous of Liontel's wedding, and when Liontel tells him to try to stop Serpania from transferring her powers, he gets angry. This ends up with Serpania feeling betrayed by Liontel and running away with Phillip, ending with Liontel's wedding being cancelled by a terrible plague. Liontel and Lakshoul stay behind to try to find a cure for the plague, but Lakshoul ends up getting cursed instead before dying. At this point, Phillip suddenly shows up to bring light to the kingdom and become it's king, along with Ser. Phillip ends up throwing Ser aside as she has no more powers, and tries to marry Liontel, revealing that he was just using Ser to gain her powers and end up with Liontel. Liontel finds out that Ser knew that Phillip liked Liontel, but ended up playing along in hopes that he would love her back. Ser reveals that after Phillip took her powers, he used it to spread the plague around. Phillip ends up imprisoning Liontel in the castle for many years, with Ser giving her hope that she will take back the powers from Phillip to set her free. However, what happens instead is that the castle goes on fire, and Phillip ends up revealing that he was the one who likely started the fire and sacrificed Ser. After being imprisoned, Liontel finds out that Phillip lied on the stone to state that Lakshoul was the one who caused the plagues and did nothing about it. Liontel learns that Ser is using the cursed markings as a cry for help, however, Phillip ends up killing the child that has it before Liontel can do anything about it. After viewing all of these memories, Athena ends up coming back to the body of Ser after seven years. Ser, who is angered and bitter, believes that Blake would never love Athena for who she is and the two end up swapping bodies, with Athena in Ser's body and unable to talk or write to Blake. Blake, who has grown up, seems to recognize that it's Athena in Ser's body, however, Athena tries to deny it, as Ser's body will die in about 100 days and she believes that the ending with Diana is still inevitable. Ser tries to get Athena to kill Blake to show that their love is worthless, but she refuses. The last couple of chapters so far show that Ser is trying to trick Blake within Athena's body.

Because the series spends a lot of time with the two as children, we get to see more of their cute encounters and their eventual growth of romance, which I personally think is very nice. I'm pretty biased towards cute characters, so this something that was up my lane. The entire story feels very circular with it's way of writing, and I think it's nice that it's able to develop such a backstory with its world, specifically on the concept of curses and the Goddess of Light. Just as the story starts talking about the two, so does near the end Athena has to experience the same thing, and so does Athena show kindness to Blake while he's suffering with said illness, so does Blake show back the same kindness to Athena, even when he's not sure it's even her. There's also the loop of Athena being so sure to let go of Blake to be with Diana so that it will break the curse, coming to terms with the fact that she indeed wants to stay and then attempting to make Blake stay with Diana because that's how the original story was and that her body will not last long enough to make it worth it. A lot of people will probably simp over the crowned prince, but he is honestly a good dad and we can see where Blake gets his kindness from in the first place. There are some parts that kind of held my suspension of disbelief like when Athena very coincidentally finds Korean food in an otherwise European isekai type of story, or that Richard kind of was just overthrown really easily, but overall, I think that the story did a good job with it's pacing and characters, even if I did kind of wish we got to see Diana more because her arc of becoming a knight seemed pretty interesting. Ser is probably going to get a happy ending despite the (frankly) terrible things that she's done, both either on purpose or out of naivety, which is kind of a bummer cuz it's a dick move to stick your friend into a body that will not only die in a 100 days but cannot communicate to her one love while also stealing your friends body to try to seduce said love.

There are technically two yanderes in the story, Blake, our main male lead and Phillip, the one who caused all of the problems in the past with Liontel. Starting with Blake, he gets very attached to Athena pretty early one due to his isolation and everyone treating him like a monster. I'm a big sucker for the "scared of interaction because I think I'm a monster" kind of thing and them being told that they're not a monster and in turn they get attached type of scenario so it was really cute watching Blake having to go through this. Plus, he's just kind of adorable like that, and I wish his personality would have been the same when he grew up, but alas, that's never how it goes. Blake as a lot of MLs of this type are, generally is pretty tame- he's mostly very clingy towards Athena, gets jealous when she gets near other guys (namely Phillip and Unhan) and can be protective when need be, like when he was able to harm Athena's dad for abusing her. He also gets pettily jealous like with Diana or when he believes that she's danced with someone other than him when she goes to the ball for the first time. Like I said though, he's pretty light for a yandere, not even really attacking anyone who didn't deserve it, like Athena's dad. He is pretty sweet, even when he gets older, still having that more protective side as we saw when he was younger.

Phillip on the other hand is on the completely different end of the spectrum. A lot of his moves on dating Ser and even having a family and kids are more on him gaining power so he can be with Liontel, since he honestly seemed pretty indifferent because he's only ever really loved Liontel, despite her already loving and being engaged to Lakshoul. He's incredibly manipulative, not only tricking Ser into taking her powers and using them to cause the plague that destroyed his country (and Lakshoul), but also ultimately blaming the entire thing on Lakshoul in the tablets that he writes for his death. He pretty much only comes back after Lakshoul dies in the vain hope that Liontel will stay with him, and when that doesn't work, he ends up imprisoning her inside of the castle until he's forced to burn it down and trap her best friend thorough sacrifice. Things only really go worse from there as he kills a child that has the screaming begging of Ser trying to be freed as well as any other person that has the curse on them, eventually, succumbing to the curse itself. All because he wanted to be with Liontel. If that isn't a dark and tragic yandere, I don't really know what is. He is a very good villain yandere though, I will give it that since he pretty much single handedly caused the downfall of the entire kingdom just so he could be with Liontel and caused future generations to still inherit this curse while still somehow ending up being the hero based on the inscriptions.

Overall, I actually did enjoy this webcomic. I feel like this one was kind of more biased than usual just because I really like Blake as a male lead (which is something that doesn't normally happen for me) and because I actually did find the entire lore of the cursed town with Phillip, Liontel and Ser compelling as it's something that's spilled into the current story as well. If you are interested in this story, please give it a try.

#The Little Princess and Her Monster Prince #I Became the Wife of the Monstrous Crown Prince #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #ongoing #webcomic

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ROLAN IN A BACKWARDS MOVING RELATIONSHIP

LISTEN (this is once again to @drizztdohurtin making a Rolan post)

listen

hear me out.

What if Rolan meets Tav and eventually they're comfortable with each other. They're not emotionally well connected yet but they're friendly and have an undeniable chemistry there. Despite wanting to get closer neither have time for a relationship so instead, it takes a sharp turn and becomes more and less at the same time. Rather without warning Rolan finds himself embedded in her, she is comfortable and welcoming and so understanding when there isn't time to cuddle, no time for dates or togetherness.

Now this would happen a few times before it comes to his attention sometime later that shes with child and he damn near faints when he finds out. Of course the one who tells him is probably one of his siblings(nose little eavesdroppers) WHO HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS HAPPENING.

He gets a chance to ask about it, Tav just laughs and says yea she wasn't gonna bother him about and not to worry shes got it handled. He refuses to not help not be a part of things moving forward, so he makes time, rearranging everything in his schedule to make sure he can be at every meeting with the clerics and healers. He keeps his nightmares and panic attacks to himself, only his siblings aware of how terrified he is.

They keep finding him trying to get a nursery ready and falling apart because he doesn't know what to do. They have to remind him about his own life and that he basically already raised them, he'll be great.

At every meeting he does his best to make sure Tav has everything she needs or wants, he holds her hand when she looks pale and sick over certain smells. One thing after another and he doesn't realize until its almost over, halfway through the 3rd trimester how hard, how difficult its been on her.

He goes to bring her things he knows shes been craving only to find her laying on the bathroom floor heaving and struggling to breathe. Rolan cant help but fly into a panic over it, a slight outrage when he gets her into bed and she waves him off looking horrid and discolored.

"don't worry it happens all the time. Don't worry about me..."

He doesn't know if hes angry she didn't tell him this was happening or at himself for not seeing it. Looking around her place signs where everywhere. Grubby places down low she couldn't bend to reach and clear out, towels tossed here and there from continuously trying to clean up messes. Her small low fireplace cold and untouched.

"Enough! I'm bringing you to the tower and that's it- I'm going to take care of you."

Shes too tired to argue and fight, she can only huff in indignation while he and his siblings pack up her entire apartment and move her into the room beside Rolan's.

Imagine his face when he sees how much her body aches from just standing, her hand pressed to the small of her back and how slowly she needs to move down stairs. The discovery that the warmth of his body alleviates so much of her persistent aches and pains.

Deciding to share the bed so he can keep her comfortable. Watching the color come back to her because she isn't struggling anymore.

Cal and Lia on the sidelines watching the way he lets her lean on him when they're walking. Seeing him on his knees with an ear to her belly, grinning bright and wide when he feels little kicks.

The way he keeps buying pillows an leaving them EVERYWHERE, so she can tuck them behind her back when she sits or under her belly if she needs to lie down. Not a single room is safe from the hoard of pillows. Time gets closer and he finds himself pressing kisses to her face at night, while they stay up talking when shes just too uncomfortable to sleep.

He makes discoveries about her own fears, and alleviates them with the confidence he gained. By the final stretch he's asked her to stay n the tower, just stay even after she doesn't need help anymore. Just stay with him.

Instead of a sweet romantic yes, he gets

"ah, shit."

only to realize her water has broken and its time to go.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #rolan #bg3 rolan #romance #tav #oc #holy rolan empire

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mingigoo · 2 years

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Midnight Kisses || j.wy || (m.) || Part One

Part One ⇢ sexy milf

🍓 pairing ⇢ best friend! Wooyoung x single parent! (fem) reader x new flame! San

↳ you weren’t sure how well you could raise your daughter as a single mother, but your best friend, Wooyoung, has been there every step of the way with no strings attached. When you decide that it’s time to try and date again, he realizes too late that his love for you doesn’t just stop at friendship.

🍓genre ⇢ single parent au, bakery au, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst

🍓 warnings/tags ⇢ this story is 18+, minors dni, talk of death (I’m sorry seonghwa ) relationship trauma, parenting, unrequited love but not at the same time, pining, single parent, loss, learning to love again, wooyoung is a total sass queen, wooyoung as a babysitter/wannabe father, San is a gentleman

🍓word count ⇢ 5.5k

🍓 taglist ⇢ @atinywhore @ch0isa99ie @jjhmk @yukine-smx @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @y00nzin0 @yesv01 @wubbster @spiderrenjunfics

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nabi / 나비. Meaning: Butterfly

It's the midnight kisses that you miss the most. The way he used to look at you—his eyes threatening you without words. He’d kiss you, you’d kiss him, and then you would fall asleep in the comfort of his embrace.

The thing is, there was no more him.

He was gone. Only a thought in your mind and a still image in pictures. Sometimes you wondered if you imagined the whole thing—as if there wasn't a product of your love right here next to you.

It all felt like a dream and a nightmare collided, and you were in the midst of the wreckage. Similar to a hurricane, you were stuck after the damage, and it was only you. It was all on you to pick up the pieces and build back up from the tethered mess you once called a home.

Your three year old daughter—the product of said love—laid on your bed as if she never got sleep in her entire short life. She looked like him; smiled like him. You didn't think you could ever love again. Three years later, he was still here, but not the way you wanted him to be.

“Nabi,” you shook her shoulder softly, watching her let out a snore. You didn't want to budge her, but it was getting late. She needed to go to bed. “Baby, it’s bedtime, okay?”

Nabi groaned cutely, her pigtails all messed up and stray hairs stranded around her round face. She was only three years young, but had the attitude of someone your age.

She was too cute to move, you couldn't even budge her after she cuddled up into your pillow. “Fine, you can sleep here, again.”

Nabi resembled Seonghwa in more ways than one. Her eyes sparkled just like his, and it used to make you emotional. He never got to meet his daughter before he left, and now, every time you see her eyes sparkle, you smile instead of cry.

Maybe—just maybe—it was time for you to move on.

—

“Here you go, one strawberry cake and a coffee,” you smiled at the customer in front of you, who seemed to ignore your friendliness. “Thank you, please come again!”

The woman took the box of cake from you and walked out without a word.

“Ah, rough day” you sighed, wiping your floury hands onto your beige apron that had some marker stains from your daughter’s creative mind.

The bakery was quiet today. As the day neared it Only a few people were scattered around in the seats, and it reminded you of the time when you first opened. It was a bit after Seonghwa passed, and you just couldn't get his words out of your mind. He always wanted you to live your dreams and open up the bakery you wanted, so of course, that was one of the first things you did.

Just as the silence almost settled, a loud, bellowing voice came from the door as it chimed.

“Yo! y/n, i’m here with the baby,” your best friend hooted, carrying your daughter in his arms. His hair stood out from everything, the light blond streaks complimenting his dark brown hair. “Wanna say hi to mommy?” he looked at your beaming child.

She always loved him.

“Wooyoung,” you breathed, a smile reaching your lips. You looked over at the happy boy you called your best friend, taking notice of his bright smile. “How was she today? Any issues? Did she try to bite you again?”

He walked around the counter, a goofy expression on his features as he set Nabi down.

“C’mon, I don't mind the biting. It's kinda soothing, actually,” he giggled. “Like chicken noodle soup for the soul.”

You swatted him on the shoulder as he giggled at your reaction. He then bent down to Nabi’s height to fix the stray hairs that were in front of your eyes. “Right? There's nothing wrong with a little biting, huh?”

Nabi smiled at Woo, letting out a giggle as she formed her words. “Yes, biting is fun,” she radiated, unable to look away from him. He couldn't look away from her either, and poked her nose playfully.

“That’s right, my butterfly.”

You looked around to see the remainder of people leaving. It was nearing four o’clock—closing time. You let wooyoung play with your daughter while you walked over to the window to flip the open sign to closed.

“I want a cupcake,” Nabi cried out, looking at wooyoung like she couldn't live without it. “Tell mommy to get me the cupcake.”

That’s when you and Woo met eyes. He scoffed at her words, winking at you like his usual flirty self. You had to be careful, though, because you were already certain that Nabi thought Wooyoung was her dad.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. He was the only one that acted like one. It was your own fault for not finding a man suitable enough to fill in seonghwa’s place as a father, but then again, he was never there for the time. You couldn't prevent his accident, so why did you blame yourself for everything?

Wooyoung noticed your distress from across the room.

He always noticed the little things. The type of things you would disregard, he would prioritize.

“y/n,” he called, lifting Nabi up in his arms to walk over to you. He handed her over to you gently, as if she were made of glass. “What’s going on in that crazy head of yours?” he asked, but he knew exactly what it was.

You sighed, but immediately put on a smile for your daughter. “Nothing much, only about getting a cupcake for my sweetie.”

He tilted his head as you spoke, staring at you intently.

His worry was gone, at least visibly, when his lips began to curl up in a smirk. “Oh? So I'm your sweetie now? I’ve been craving your cupcake, you know?” he raised his eyebrows, and once again, you slapped him on the shoulder.

“He wants your cupcake mommy,” Nabi pointed at a devious wooyoung, and you had to hold in your chuckle. You know damn well wooyoung wasn't saying that he wanted a cupcake, it was more code word for something sexual—at least in the woo language. He always said things that made no sense, but it always made you smile.

After getting Nabi’s desired cupcake (and wooyoung’s, too) you began to clean up around the bakery cafe. Since there wasn't much business today, there wasn't much to clean up from. After wiping down the tables while wooyoung sat with Nabi, you finished up everything, only to look over at them.

She was sleeping in his arms, her head leaned up against his chest. Some chocolate was stuck on both woo’s and her lips.

“Look at you too,” you chuckled, walking over to them. Wooyoung smiled at you as you neared, and as you wiped away the chocolate from your daughter’s lips, he didn't expect you to lift your fingers to the corners of his lips. “It’s as if she’s your daughter, you're so similar.”

Time froze for him. His eyes followed yours as his breath got caught in his throat. Maybe it was the way he was holding your sleeping daughter as if she was her own, but his heart pounded as the pads of your fingers brushed against his lips.

“There, you had more chocolate on you than the three year old, dumb ass,” you provoked him.

He took a second to gain back his usual self. Scoffing, he raised his eyebrows at you. “You sure you just didn't want to touch my lips? You could've just asked, baby,” he smirked flirtatiously. You never knew when he was serious.

You rolled your eyes and walked away from them and back to the counter to take out the money from the register. After you finished, you took a peek at your best friend, who was smiling down at your daughter as she snored.

You grinned.

After sliding off your apron and undoing your hair, you had a sudden thought. “Oh shit, I forgot about the boxes.”

Wooyoung’s ears perked up. “Boxes? What boxes?”

You sighed, and bent down the root under the counter where you left the boxes of, well, other boxes. You needed to put all the to-go boxes together by tonight so you had some for tomorrow.

“The to-go boxes. I ran out today and forgot to do them. I’ll have to take them home with me,” you groaned while wooyoung dazed off.

He stood up, fixing his grip on the sleeping butterfly. “How many boxes do you have?” he wondered out loud, walking over to you on the other side of the counter.

You piled four boxes on top of each other. “Um, like four. Five. Actually, it's five.”

“I’ll help you.”

You shook your head, lifting the boxes up onto the counter. “No, it’s fine, woo. I’ll just stay up late.”

He scoffed. “Come on, cupcake. I’ll be super fast at building the boxes. You know how good I am with my hands,” he teased like his usual flirty self.

You were so numb to his antics from being next to each other since middle school. He always flirted with you, but you always assumed it was just how he was—since he flirted with anyone else, man or woman.

After a little debate in your head about accepting help, you sighed, giving in to his charm.

“Fine. Come over then. I’m sure Nabi would be happy.”

—

You met wooyoung on the three hundredth day of the year. The leaves were barren on the trees, all resting on the sidewalks, vulnerable from the footsteps of people who disregarded their death.

He sprinted past you on that day as you walked to school, those very leaves crunching underneath his beat-up sneakers, no school jacket and a t-shirt visible under his uniform. His hair was messy and his mouth was even messier with all that smart talk.

As he ran, he wasn't paying attention. He smacked into you, causing you both to tumble onto the ground. He landed on top of you, scrapes visible on his elbows from the fall. He stared down at you in lovestruck middle-school-ness, lost in the anger of your eyes.

“You should watch where you’re going,” he said, still on top of you.

“I should be saying that to you, idiot.”

You told yourself you should hate him. You should, after his rudeness after running you over. But still, your little heart fluttered slightly. You mistook it as a side effect from the shitty breakfast your mother made you, but after that day, Wooyoung became glued to your bruised hip.

—

“Stop, you're doing it wrong.”

“How? It's just a box, how can I be doing it wrong?”

“You do everything wrong.”

You were scolding Wooyoung as he folded the box wrong for the fifth time. He just sat and smiled at your irritation—any reaction from you made him happy. It meant that he had an effect on you in some way, at least.

“You're supposed to fold it the opposite way, dammit.”

Nabi was in the living room of your decent sized apartment—courtesy of Seonghwa's income. He made decent money from the job he had, and left you everything he had. You didn't want the money or anything, you only wanted him back. It’s kind of funny how life works, it never ends up the way you want it.

You heard her giggling at the tv as you put on her favorite idol group. She had a thing for the loud ones.

Maybe that’s why she loves wooyoung so much.

“Is this right?” he asked you softly, and the tone of his voice made you think he was being serious. He did have it right this time, at least.

You nodded, offering him a smile as you finished another box. You were nearly done thanks to Woo’s help, even if it was a bit half-assed. Time moved fast, and it was Nabi’s bedtime already.

“I have to go put Nabi to bed, can you finish them?” you asked him, pointing to the boxes on your kitchen table.

Before you moved, wooyoung stood up quickly. “No, I'll put her to bed. You finish them, okay cupcake?” he winked at you, and before you could put up a fight, he was already over in the living room.

“Let’s go, Nabi. it’s bedtime,” he cooed, grabbing her little hand before reaching for the tv remote. He shut the tv off, causing Nabi’s attention to move to him. She would always put up a fight when it’s time for bed, but for some reason, if it was woo, she would go down so easily.

He walked past you as nabi followed him. He gave you a smirk before disappearing into your daughter’s room. Thank god you had him, huh.

As you finished the boxes while Woo read Nabi a bedtime story, you started to think about your future. You wanted Nabi to grow up with a father figure. You wanted that for her, at least. You wanted the feeling of falling in love again, knowing that Seonghwa was never returning. He used to tell you to continue to open your heart up to others, but all this time you found it difficult. You avoided dates and men in general, afraid to get attached to someone who could leave. You completely overlook wooyoung everytime, as he was the only one who ever stayed next to you no matter what.

It was time to fall in love again.

Well, at least to try.

As you finished the last box, Wooyoung came back into the kitchen and took a seat on the chair.

“She really loves the very hungry caterpillar. It’s literal poetry, she has such good taste,” he chuckled to himself, running a hand through his silky hair.

You didn't say anything. You were too busy thinking about what you were going to do.

“You alright there?” he asked you, leaning over the table to get closer to you. His eyes sparkled mischievously until he noticed the austere look on your face. “What’s wrong?”

You sighed, unable to meet his gaze. “I’ve just been thinking,” you carried on, putting your face in your hands.

“About what?” he asked you, his eyes frantically searching yours. “About…seonghwa?”

“No, no it’s not about him,” you chuckled nervously, lost in your thoughts. “Well, in a way, but not exactly.”

He stared at you attentively. “Tell me, If it's about hyung then how bout we go visit him? We can bring his favorite flowers and stuff. If it's not about him then i’ll help you—”

“I’m gonna date again,” you blurted out without even thinking. You weren't sure how he would react to your sudden idea, knowing that he was super protective over you and Nabi.

Wooyoung stared at you with wide eyes, feeling as if someone ripped his heart out. “W-what? Dating?”

You couldn't meet his gaze. “Um, yeah. I feel like it’s the right time,” you nodded, standing up to give yourself some busywork before getting confused with his answer. You didn't need his permission, but you wanted to hear his opinion.

“Are…are you ready for that?” he swallowed hard, standing up with you and following you into the kitchen. “I just don't want you meeting someone who could hurt you…”

I don't want you dating anyone, he thought. He didn't say it.

He wished he did.

“It's the first time I really felt this way after all these years. I should take this as a sign, I guess.” you shrugged, reaching up to the top cabinet to grab some whiskey.

He nodded, unable to break your words apart. If you were saying them, that means you meant them. “Okay,” he smiled, hiding his messy thoughts he didn't understand.

“I’m gonna start tomorrow.”

That’s when he couldn't keep his mouth shut. “What?!” he choked on his words. “Tomorrow? Don't you think that's a little soon?”

You shook your head, pouring yourself a glass of the liquor. “No, my mom set me up on a blind date. I might as well test the waters.”

He sighed, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't his place to control you, and you certainly deserve your freedom. Wooyoung thought this feeling for you was pure sympathy for a friend as he worried about you falling in love with someone else, but the ache in his heart said otherwise.

“Just be careful,” he needed to lighten up the mood. “You may fall in love with a gumiho. Or worse, a vampire that will suck your blood and kill you and burn you alive and shit—”

“Ah, shut up you idiot,” you rolled your eyes playfully, unable to notice his worry.

He knew at that moment, even if he wanted your happiness, he couldn't let it happen if the man wasn't him. In a platonic way, of course….

This is war.

—

You met seonghwa on the tenth day of university a few years back. He was a year older; a year of knowledge ahead of a young freshman like you. Wooyoung was a year behind you in school, so while you were thriving in college, he was sitting alone at a desk with a frown.

You met your past lover in the library. He sat with a pair of thin rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his hands in his jet-black hair as he aggressively tried to fill his brain with useless knowledge. You sat across from him, admiring his efforts. It made you wonder about his studies, and why he seemed so serious.

After you introduced yourself anxiously using the excuse of not knowing where the study rooms were, he took you to the second floor. You frantically asked for his name as he walked away, and he offered you a smile as he told you it.

After that day, you met him in the library again. This time, you sat next to him. You noticed the cover of the text he was reading— “adolescent psychology.” somehow, it made sense for someone like him. While you ditzed around with a culinary major, he was out there cramming medical terms and things you couldn't even pronounce.

He looked at you then. When he smiled, you knew he was the one for you. He had to be.

As the months passed, you ended up making out in his dorm room, drunk out of your mind and drunk on him. He made love to you after nearly breaking his glasses on his face, kissing you as the clock struck midnight.

Ever since that night, friends became lovers.

But those lovers only lasted a few years, when it abruptly ended with death as the leaves died, too.

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“You sure you’ll be alright with Nabi, right?” you frantically asked Wooyoung. It was the next day, and you were waiting on your date to come and pick you up. You ended up closing shop for the day, even with all the hard work of making boxes. You felt that it was unfair for wooyoung to watch both Nabi and the bakery at the same time.

Wooyoung ended up staying over—as he always does—and as you walked out into the living room, you saw his eyes widen at your appearance. “What? Do I look bad?”

He stared at you, eyes raking over your bare legs and subtle cleavage. You never dressed up, at least not for the past three years. Who could blame him when his best friend looked like a goddamn model. “Fuck, y/n—”

You gave him the death stare as he cursed in front of the butterfly.

“Fu..dge, y/n, you look hot as hell,” he tsked, leaning back on the couch as Nabi played with her toys on the floor—toys that wooyoung got her.

“Okay, good. That was my intention. I’m not used to looking like….”

“What? A sexy milf? Well you hit it right on the nose, you sexy thing,” his eyes fluttered as he oogled you, and you paid no mind to his flirting again. You were sure he was just trying to make you feel good. He stood up then, and walked over to you. He looked at you up and down, letting out a whistle.

“So San will like this, you think?” you took notice of how Woo’s hand twitched, as if he wanted to touch you.

He did.

He reached out to run a hand through your hair, his other hand resting on your hip. “Oh, yeah. Whoever San is, he’s a lucky guy. Meow—”

“Don't ever do that again,” you said, disgusted, and slapped his hand away from your waist. “Okay, you know the drill with Nabi. make sure she gets a bath tonight if I don't come home.”

“Oh you bet—wait, what?” his eyes widened, and this time, not at your body. “You won't be coming home?”

You walked over to the door to slide on your heels that were only worn once. “Well, yeah. If it goes well.”

Something about that infuriated Wooyoung. As if you weren't allowed to stay over anyone’s house other than his own. So he was just the babysitter to you? To be fair, he had no reason to be upset. This was his own problem and he knew it.

“I hope he’s a terrible guy,” he grumbled under his breath, walking over to you just as the doorbell rang.

“Oh, it must be San.”

“Oh it must be San,” he mocked you under his breath again.

You opened the door to reveal a gorgeous man who stood tall. His eyes met yours the minute the door opened, and a smile reached his eyes. “Hi, y/n,” his voice was smooth like butter.

“Hi San, it’s nice to finally meet you,” you said shyly, trying to hide your anxiousness. Wooyoung came up from behind you, an intense look on his face as he stared down the man in front of him.

San frowned slightly, but smiled at you. “Who’s this?” he asked you, still staying behind the barrier of the entrance.

Wooyoung didn't say anything. He just scoffed and slid his hand down your waist to fix the hem of your dress. It was exaggerated, totally, but he kept his gaze on san as he touched you. “Your dress was rolled up, cupcake,” he said sweetly while you glared at him.

“Oh, this is Wooyoung. My best friend,” your glare changed to a smile the minute you met eyes with San. “forgive him, his love language is apparently touch.”

“Hmph,” Woo mumbled, rolling his eyes.

San nodded slowly, an unsure expression on his face. “Ah, I see. It’s nice to meet you, Wooyoung.”

When Woo didn't respond, you elbowed him in the rib until he let out a cry of pain. “Ow–Oh, yeah, sure. Nice to meet you too, Stan.”

“It’s San.”

Wooyoung looked him up and down. “Yeah, alright, whatever….Stan.”

You rolled your eyes at the boy you called your best friend, about to make another excuse for him until Nabi grabbed onto Wooyoung’s leg.

“Who are you?” she questioned San from Woo’s leg, her tiny hands gripping onto his sweatpants. “Are you a stranger?”

San smiled down at her, giving you a soft smile before bending down to her view. “No, don't worry sweetie. I know your mom,” he ruffled Nabi’s hair, to which she backed away slightly and looked up to Wooyoung. She got the nerves from you, clearly.

Wooyoung picked your daughter up with a playful noise, bouncing her on his hip as she laughed.

“She’s a little shy,” you excused her behavior, biting your tongue on anything else. “I’m sure my mom told you all about Nabi, huh?”

He nodded, and you noticed how white his teeth were as he smiled. His hair was the same color as wooyoung’s, but without the rebellious streaks. “Not everything, but enough. I know what I'm getting into,” he laughed slightly, and you took it as a note to leave the house.

“Alright, well, i guess we’ll get going,” you looked over to wooyoung, who was giving the dirtiest look to San. “woo, take care of my baby, okay?”

“Mhmm,” he hissed, walking away from you both to go into the kitchen. “Aye Aye, Captain.” he waved you off.

You walked over to them to give a kiss to your daughter, who giggled under your touch. Wooyoung glanced down at you, a frown apparent on his usually smiling lips. “Where’s my kiss?” he asked you, but it didn't seem as playful as usual. You ignored it, giving him a sharp glare.

“Stop it, don't be mean to him, too,” you whispered aggressively, giving one last smile to Nabi before walking towards the door to San. “I'll see you later, let me know if you have any problems.” you said as you walked out, shutting the door behind you.

“Oh, I have a problem, alright,” he scowled at the closed door, still bouncing Nabi.

“A big problem.”

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You sat in front of San at a fancy restaurant. It wasn't too bad, he was a friendly face for you. He held the door open for you, pulled back your chair, poured your glass of wine, and even listened to you like you were the most knowledgeable person in the world.

As you ate, you tried to be as classy as possible after knowing that he came from a rich family. He was some director at a company or something, you didn't know the details, but from what your mom said about him, he was sitting on money. You came from a decent family with an average income, but your mom had an in for absolutely anything. She knew everyone, so of course that meant you had to be with the best of the best.

San coughed anxiously, his eyes looking down as he addressed the elephant in the room. “Um, is that…Wooyoung always like that?” he asked you, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m not trying to intrude your private life, but he just seems a bit—”

“Touchy? Invasive? Flirty?” you sighed, taking a sip of your red wine. “Yeah. he’s been like that since the day I met him.”

“Ah, Okay. So he doesn't have feelings for you or anything?”

You scoffed, nearly snorting the wine up your nose. You looked around as you gained new attention from all the rich bitches around you, and then looked to san, who was trying to hold in his laugh.

“No, god no!” you waved your hands to express your words. “He’s just like that. He’d literally hump a rock if it moved. He’s just a little amorous, so to say.”

San laughed at your words, letting loose at your comfort. “Oh, thank god. Because I really like you, y/n. I think we could become something good,” his brown hair was eye-catching enough, but as he said those words and ran a hand through it, it made you want to run your own hands through it.

You finished your meal as you exchanged quick glances and small smiles. He was nice; you liked him. He made you feel comfortable and beautiful, and as you left the restaurant, he helped you into the passenger side of his sleek car. He got into the driver's seat, and before you could buckle yourself, he reached over to buckle you.

He smelled sweet and woodsy at the same time, like a daydream in a garden. You held your breath as his face neared yours, and as his eyes met yours, you saw yourself in the reflection of his pupils.

He moved away then, placing his hands on the wheel nervously. He didn't start the car yet, as both your minds wandered on what to do next.

“So, where to–”

“Can we go–”

You both spoke at the same time, causing laughter to erupt. “Go ahead,” you signaled him with a smile.

“No, you go,” he swallowed nervously, stealing a glance at you while you began to talk.

“Can we…go to yours?” you asked him, fiddling with your fingers in your lap as you awaited his answer.

“Oh,” he cleared his throat, turning towards you. “You want me to take you…to my place?”

“Yeah.”

He swallowed hard, leaning towards you slightly. “Does that mean….”

You nodded. “Mhm.”

“Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you need to—”

“I’m sure,” you looked into his dark eyes, pulling a smile to your lips. You weren't sure if you were tossing yourself into something you weren't ready for. Who knows, you haven't gotten laid for years now. San was the type of guy who would stop if you needed to. You felt safe.

San leaned over the armrest, his hand sliding to cup your cheek. You looked into his eyes once more, seeing the sincerity in them. You wanted to kiss him. You were going to kiss him.

When his breath hit your lips, the next thing you knew was the way he tasted. You could taste the bitterness of the wine on his soft lips that enveloped your own. It was slow and tender, and his hands cradled your face carefully. It was your first kiss that wasn't with Seonghwa and somehow, it felt okay. Your heart ached slightly as you thought about it, but it went away as one of his hands trailed down to cup your breast.

And just as you were going to go further, your phone rang loudly, interrupting your mind off sex.

San pulled away slowly, his one hand still holding onto your face. With a smile he said, “Go ahead, it might be your daughter.”

You nodded, breaking away from him to pull out your phone. As soon as you saw Wooyoung’s name, your heart began to beat faster. You answered the call as quick as you could. “Is something wrong? Is Nabi okay?”

“Uh,” Woo sighed on the other end. “Where’s the medicine at? I think she might be getting sick…she feels a bit warm.”

Your eyes widened as you looked over to San. “what? She’s sick? She has a really weak immune system, she can't get sick,” you said desperately, meeting san’s worried gaze. “I’ll be right there.”

You hung up, looking over to San with a frown. “I’m sorry, I really wanted to end the night with you, but—”

“Nabi is sick, right? I heard it all,” he smiled at you understandably, and reached to start the car. “It’s alright, as long as I can see you again.”

You nodded as he drove off. “Yes, please. Of course. I need to see you again.” you blushed, your mind worried about little Nabi.

“Tommorrow? The next day? The day after that?” he playfully joked, but you really did want to see him tomorrow.

“Tomorrow? Meet me at the bakery I run?” you asked him shyly, really wanting to keep this thing afloat. “I close at four, want to meet me there after? I’ll bake you a cake…”

He chuckled as he drove, nodding with a smile.

“Yeah, I'd like that.”

—

“Now, remember butterfly,” wooyoung tucked Nabi into bed with a devious smile. “When your mommy comes home, act like you're sick. Blegh cough blegh sick, okay baby?”

Nabi giggled just as micheviously as Wooyoung. She fake coughed, and sniffled, as if she had the IQ of a teenager.

“That’s my girl.”

He quickly shut the light out, making sure the nightlight was on in the corner of the room before leaving the room to lie down on the couch, right on time as you barged into the home.

San was nowhere in sight as you shut the door behind you. You met eyes with Wooyoung, who was sprawled out on the couch. “How was your date?” he asked you, sitting up as you tossed your shoes off quickly.

“Not right now, Woo.” You made your way to your daughter’s room, your heart about to beat out your chest. “Is she alright? Sleeping okay?”

Wooyoung got up and followed you into the room, where Nabi was coughing.

“Oh, baby,” you sighed, turning on the light and rushing over to her. You rested your hand on her small little forehead, feeling relief wash over you as she felt normal. “Okay good, you're not burning up.”

“Cough cough,” she let out, along with a yawn.

You sighed, looking over to Wooyoung. “Did you give her medicine?”

He nodded sheepishly, taking a step backwards towards the door. “Uh, yeah. Listen, I gotta go feed my cat. I’ll see you at the bakery tomorrow, alright?”

He turned on his heel and made his way out the room quickly.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his dismissal, looking over at your wide eyed daughter. “He doesn't even have a cat…”

And that’s when it hit you.

Nabi giggled at you, sitting up against her little headboard. “Hi mommy, Woo told me to cough.”

Oh, that little asshole.

“Jung Wooyoung! Get your ass back here!”

#ateez #ateez angst #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #jung wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #ateez wooyoung #single parent au #best friend #best friends to lovers #bakery au #choi san #love triangle

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chainelunaire · 1 year

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genshin men while sleeping

pt 2 pt 3

albedo

if he’s comfy, sleeps on his back or on the left side, but he’s capable of sleeping in any conditions, he can sleep basically on the go if needed. when he’s lied asleep, he doesn’t move at all. you don’t really know, if he’s ever dreaming, you see no signs of it, and he refuses to answer later. the one who sleeps with his eyes open, combined with the fact that he’s actually a homunculus can make him a bit scary at times. his eyes lack any life when he sleeps and he looks like a porcelain doll. when he blinks awaken, it’s very jarring. prefers to sleep alone because he knows he may scare people. the only one he ever lets beside him is klee, because she likes to play with him while he’s asleep, and she basically incapable of being scared of him. needs to have soft lights near, doesn’t like to sleep in a complete darkness.

venti

complete opposite - he moves so much it’s practically impossible to be any near him, while he’s sleeping. somehow he’s even more loud, than usual - he’s muttering some nonsense, even almost sing-songs sometimes. likes to hug something big and fluffy, also likes to have one leg covered and one leg open. can’t sleep with windows closed, hates it when there’s no fresh air. also capable of sleeping wherever he can. it’s very easy to distinguish if he’s dreaming: he’s very quiet and does not move that much, you may see how he’s shivering a little. later would not sleep for a few days after, no one can convince him.

kaeya

somehow he looks so much older when he sleeps, he also looks very, very tired. he usually is not a light sleeper, but you can say his dreams are heavy and hurtful for him, so he prefers not to sleep for a long time. basically his strategy is to avoid sleep at all cost till it’s physically impossible to do so anymore. drinks often before sleeping, it worsens his nightmares, but he has less anxiety going to bed. moves an okay amount, he’s also not very picky one. sleeps without a pillow. his eye may hurt in the evenings so it’s not unusual for him to wake up with a headache. he doesn’t like goes to sleep knowing he’s alone, he does way better when he knows that there’s someone in the house or nearby. he likes to drift off to the sounds of the people speaking, arguing, drinking, dancing to music, whatever - it relaxes him a lot. he needs to sleep in a complete darkness tho.

diluc

he looks much more at ease and happier? when he sleeps? yeah sometimes he has nightmares, don’t we all, but usually you can say for a fact he’s dreaming about something good, something that makes him relax and enjoy a better place dreams are offering. that one really annoying productive morning person because of that - he usually has good sleep. very picky in some unexpected moments - he needs the room to be comfortable temperature, he needs warm lights, he can never for saving his life sleep on a day, he needs a room to smell a certain way, he needs to be on the side of a bed which is closer to a wall. it’s not because he’s doing it on purpose - when he doesn’t, he may very well have nightmares, and he really, really wants to avoid that at all costs.

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footy-fictionist · 11 months

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Championship loss - Julian Brandt

Pairing: Julian Brandt x female reader

Warnings: I'm gonna break your hearts again with the Championship loss, but also a lot of fluff, soft moments, teeny tiny bit of teasing, badly translated German, mentions of Jannis and Jascha

Word Count: 1653

Note: As always, English is not my first language. This one has been on my mind since we lost. Next one should be a Jude one and then I can get to the requests in my inbox. This one just had to come out now. Remember it's fictional, some parts may be alike with real life and some I just came up with. Please do not copy and/or publish my work, reblogging is perfectly fine!

Dortmund vs Mainz. The last game of the season and all we needed to do was win. Win so we could win the league. Win so we could lift the Meisterschale. That was the dream, everything Dortmund had worked so hard for and we didn’t win it. The equalizer from Niklas wasn’t enough because Bayern won their game. And now everything has become a nightmare. She’s watching speechless as she sees the defeat and utter disbelief on everyone’s faces.

But the one she is worried about most hasn’t come back onto the field again. Julian was subbed out in the 62nd minute and she knows he’s beating himself up. She may not be able to see him from where she’s stood, but she can feel his pain. Pain she also feels because she loves Dortmund, but it’s probably nothing compared to Julian’s pain and the other players. She’s not even surprised that not a single fan has left the stadium, the fans loyal to a fault. She’s still trying to find him when the stadium camera’s zoom in on the bench and there he is. Eyes red and teary, a few wet streaks and Julian just staring into the distance. That’s the moment she started crying too.

She watched as Terzic went to Julian and patted him on the face. The camera’s stopped showing the bench after that and a few moments later Julian stepped back out on the pitch. She watched as he slowly made his way to his teammates in front of the yellow wall. He didn’t really approach anyone, just standing between everyone and she knows he is already closing himself off. The disappointment is clear everywhere and yet the yellow wall sings and they support their players. They clap for the yellow wall, apologizing to the fans and thanking them for their support.

She watches as Julian crouches down, hand going over his face. She grabs onto Jascha’s arm, who has been standing next to her the whole game. He looks down at her, eyes leaving his brother. He sees the pain on her face, the tears still streaming even if she wipes them every few minutes. He pulls his arm out of her grip and she looks up at him a little panicked. She’s scared that she had upset her younger brother-in-law, only to have him wrap his arm around her shoulders to help comfort her. In return she wraps an arm around his waist. She looks back to where she last saw Julian only to see his deflated form sitting near Nico.

All she wants to do is go to him, but she can’t. She’ll have to wait till he comes to her. She watches as the team gets up and goes to walk past the fans. The fans comfort the players as they walk by, a few of them giving away their jerseys, Julian included. And even though it really isn’t the time, she can’t help but admire Julian and his physique. She sees him shirtless all the time, but after a game it always hits differently. But it’s not just his physique, it’s the way he takes the time with fans, talks with them and shows them he is as disappointed as they are. And yet he appreciates every single fan. His introverted side is not in sight with the fans. But she knows that’ll change once they’re alone.

She notices that Jascha stopped rubbing her arm and that’s when she notices her tears have stopped as well. She turns to him and thanks him for being a brilliant brother-in-law. She spots Jannis still near the other photographers, he turns that exact moment and they lock eyes. He waves at her and she manages to wave back with a bittersweet smile before he turns back to take more pictures. That’s when Jascha softly squeezes her arm and she follows his gaze to the pitch. And she sees her favourite sweaty blonde walk towards them.

His head is down, but he walks with purpose.

She already has the boarding digging into her hips before he’s even close. But the second he’s close enough, her arms wrap around his shoulders. It’s as though a weight drops off his shoulders and he wraps his arms around her waist. They hide their faces against each other’s necks. She inhales his scent, a scent that’s pure Julian and she hears him do the same. She can’t help but tighten her grip on him a little and move one hand to his golden locks. He pulls her in a little closer and presses a few small, soft kisses to the nape of her neck.

“Ich bin so stolz auf dich, Schatzie.”

“Wofür? We drew the game and lost the title. We bottled it.”

She immediately pulls away and he looks at her a little offended that she’s pulled away from him so quickly. She immediately makes sure to make it up to him by putting her hands on his jaw and drawing his face closer to hers. His arms tighten around her again as she does so and she presses a few butterfly kisses across his face.

“I’m proud of you for the good times, the bad times and everything in between. You have given it your all, you all managed to get back from 9 points difference. You battled through an injury whilst being in your prime and you still managed to give Bayern the biggest challenge they’ve had in years. You, Julian Brandt, are one of the best players on this team and if you’d ask me alone, I’d tell everyone you are the best. For your spirit, your passion, your perseverance, your love for the club and the fans. You live and breathe football at this club Schatzie. And I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d end up being like Reus for the fans. You give everything and more Jule and you can’t imagine how proud I am that I get to call you mine.”

As she’s talking to him, she can see a few tears start to gather on his lashes again. He presses his forehead to hers and the smile he gives her is brighter than the sun. She returns the smile and presses a kiss to his lips. It’s sweet, loving and passionate all at once.

“Ich liebe dich.” He whispers against her lips and she smiles, returning the phrase to him.

It’s then that they realize where they are and that they’re not alone. Julian presses another quick kiss against her lips before going to hug Jascha, who is giving him a mischievous look. Both Julian and her give Jascha suspicious looks but he just waves them away. They share a look but let it go. Mats approaches them to tell Julian that they have to go inside. Julian nods and turns back to her one more time. He presses another kiss to her lips.

“Will you wait for me here in the stadium?” She nods at him and presses another kiss to his lips.

As he makes his way to the dressing room, she and Jascha head inside to wait for Julian in the family area. She gets the chance to ask Jascha what his mischievous look was for. He just glances at her and tells her to look at her phone. She gives him a confused look but does as he says. She sees a few messages from him and the second she opens them, she knows why he was acting that way. He took some pictures of her interaction with Julian. And she can’t help but feel happy that he did. It’s clear in the pictures that they clearly love each other very much and she knows she’ll definitely use one as her background and that she’ll hang a few in their apartment.

“Danke, Jascha.”

Jascha just shrugs and gives her a wink. They talk for about 20 minutes and during that time Jannis has joined them. He’s showing her some of the pictures he made when some players finally enter the room. Julian makes an immediate beeline towards them, ignoring everyone else and she knows he’s in his own headspace now. He gives Jannis a slap on his back and then moves to wrap his arm around her. He stands close to her, now without the boarding between them. His forehead leans against her temple and she runs a hand through his still partially wet hair.

They go home soon after that and once home they order some food and crash on the couch. He’s quiet as he hands her the remote for the tv. He makes sure she’s in the corner of the couch and then goes to lie down between her legs, his front pressed against hers, head on her chest. She chooses a series and runs her fingers through his hair as they wait for their food. They don’t talk and she knows Julian isn’t paying attention to the tv. He’s in his own head, thinking of today’s outcome.

They eat in silence once the food arrives and then move to their bed. She knows he needs his own headspace to get over it and she lets him approach her if he needs anything. She’s used to it and she knows it’s what he’s most comfortable with. He’s in bed before her, but the second she gets on the bed he immediately pulls her to him. He pulls her as close to him as he can, her head on his chest this time and the sound of his heartbeat calms her completely. His scent envelopes her again and she sighs in complete content, making Julian smile and press a kiss to her hairline.

“Danke, meine Liebe. Ich liebe dich.”

"Natürlich, Schatzie. Ich liebe dich für immer.”

This time it’s Julian that sighs in content. He presses one more kiss to her hairline and then they both drift off.

Ich bin so stolz auf dich, Schatzie: I am so proud of you darling Wofür?: For what? Ich liebe dich (für immer): I love you (always/forever) Danke: thank you Meine Liebe: my love Natürlich: of course

#julian brandt x reader #julian brandt x female reader #julian brandt imagine #julian brandt one shot #julian brandt fanfic #football imagine #football imagines #football one shot

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prettymorgueboy · 1 year

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may i please request alucard comforting daughter! reader after a nightmare?

The way I woke up before my shift at 4 am to read this request, truly it made my day, I love Alucard with my entire heart and the Idea of him being a father has my heart melting.

[ Father! Alucard / Daughter! Reader (platonic) ]

Warning(s): None! Just lots of Alucard being a very affectionate and doting father to his child.

Words: 1.1k

Summary: You the daughter Of Adrian Tepes seem to be having trouble sleeping, luckily your father is there to offer you comfort.

The wind outside of the castle slowly seeped in through the old windows, The storm left a soft chill against these old walls, The Tepes household becoming a softer scene when the sun was down. It was the soft clicks against the stone flooring as Adrien climbed the old staircase. He always did this, surely, he could hear any threats coming from a mile away, but since this child came into his life it was almost like he could never calm his soul. The Man’s cape rippled against the stairs as he stepped upon them, skipping one each time.

Adrian was always a kind man, nothing could change that, but the softness of his plushy heart only thickened when his daughter was near, her hair he did every morning, whether it was a braid, a ponytail or loosely held with a ribbon. Should she ask for the stars he would surely find himself on the moon fishing for them one by one until she was satisfied.

The child was left on his doorstep years back, when she was a mere baby, he considered rushing her to any village nearby but could only imagine the unfairness she would go through as a lady in this time.

‘y/n Tepes a perfect name for a perfect young lady.’ That is what he said when he tucked her into his arms and cradled her to sleep their first night together. Now nearly a handful of years later he still had her in his care, and he was blessed to call the young girl his daughter.

He finally arrived at her door, coming to check on her to make sure she managed to rest for the night. He said to himself it was for her safety, but he knew it was to calm his own nerves. The man who had nothing finally had something and he refused to lose it once again. The quiet thoughts in his mind suddenly stopped as he heard sniffles from the other side of the door, his knuckles knocked twice before he stepped inside, seeing the young girl sit on the window seat, curled into a ball as her face was tucked between her knees.

“My little Orchid, what is the matter..” His worry dripped from his lips as he scooped the young girl into his arms, taking her seat as she was now nuzzled into his body, her clammy hands quickly clung to his cloak, her sniffles turning into tiny cries, as she hid in her father's chest.

They sat like that, for what seemed like forever, his hands rubbing her back, combing through her locks of tangled hair before a soft sigh escaped his lips as he asked once again.

“What is the matter dear? Did your dreams turn sour?” The child nodded, wiping her runny nose, her eyes now puffy and cheeks red from the crying. Adrian frowned, wishing he could protect her from even her own dreams, he lectured himself internally, knowing something like that wasn't possible.

“Can you tell me about it? Papa won't leave your side anytime soon; I promise my love.” A soft kiss was placed into his child's hair before she backed up, sitting in front of him but looking out the window, clearly still shaken up by whatever plagued her head as she slept. He was patient, leaning forward softly to take her smaller hands into his, she seemed to calm at the action as he rubbed them with his thumbs.

“Papa…you were gone, I was all alone, it was horrible… Everyone was mocking me for missing you, I had to live elsewhere, and they were so cruel they said horrible things a-and.” She paused and frowned tears slipped from her cheeks, but she had said enough for the man to wrap her back up, holding her close to him, almost as if she was a baby once again.

“Your papa will never leave your side Y/n, I swear by my lucky sword, let god strike me down If I ever manage to part ways with my sweet girl.” Y/n grabbed his hand for comfort, the young girl felt herself become hoisted into the air before being carried back to bed, placed into the messy mix of blankets and pillows that was the child's resting place.

“You are my pride and joy, The smart and sweet little orchid who will bring nothing but pride to the family's name. I will always be by your side, never fear, those nightmares are just the nasty thoughts weaseling into the cracks of your mind my dear.” She smiled softly, he tucked her into the bed, the stuffed teddy bear that was once his was now in her arms, being held with the same sort of strength as he did.

“Papa… Can you stay?” Adrian smiled softly before petting her hair, sweeping the tear-soaked strands of hair behind her ear.

“Did you think your father would be so cruel to leave his sweet girl alone after a nightmare? How dare you." The young girl giggled softly at her father's teases; he pulled the chair up next to her bed before resting his head close to where her head laid upon a pillow.

“Papa.” Alucard looked up and gave her a look as if asking her ‘what is it my dear?’.

“Thank you for always checking in on me, it makes it easier to sleep.” She smiled before her head sunk into the pillow squishing her face as she and her father spoke softly until her eyes began to fall.

They sat in silence, listening to the howls of wind for the time being, both of them enjoying feeling safe and at peace within each other's presence. Alucard was at peace; he could keep her safe. Y/n was calm and at ease knowing her father stayed by her side until she was dozing off, the only sounds filling the room being the softest hums from her father and the soft snores of a once again sleeping child.

“I promise to always protect you dear; you have your father's word.” He whispered to her sleeping form, standing shortly after she was surely sound asleep for the night, he made sure to tuck her back in once again, keeping her warm for the night before lighting the lantern in her room. He always thought ahead of things, making sure to ensure her comfort and safety.

“Sleep well sweet one, when the sun rises everything will be alright.” He smiled softly before walking out, both of them at ease until the sun would rise.

This is a tad short but dear god this manager position at work is kicking my ass with the little to no sleep I get. 🫶💕

#castlevania #adrian tepes #alucard #x reader #child reader #Alucard is a dad and it makes me cry

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thelovelylolly · 1 year

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Hii, first of all congrats with ur followers, ur blog is awesome and u r so underrated! I was wondering if you could maybe do a frank castle x lil sister reader where frank after the accident with his family told her he didnt want her to have anything to do with her too "keep her safe" because we all know how he is like that. And then later on he finds out she became damn good navy pilot but got in a plane crash?

Sorry if this is too much lol ofcourse only write if you feel comfortable doing so :))

Fly Away

Summary : You brother, your best friend, pushes you way after losing his wife and kids to "keep you safe". But the next time Frank sees you, he may be too late. Warnings : you already know its angst time baby, mentions of death, mention of near-death experience, hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries, plane crash, platonic frank x reader! Notes : hi! thank you for the kind words and the request! i hope you enjoy it <3 (also sorry for taking so long to write and post this, ive been feeling under the weather for a few days but im feeling a bit better now!)

"You can't keep doing this, Frank! You can't keep pushing me away!"

You and Frank had been arguing with each other for at least an hour now. It had been a few months since he had lost his wife and kids, the funeral only being a week or so ago. He slowly drifted away from you in that time, trying to push you further and further away. As his only family left, you stayed by him through it all. You didn't want him to grieve by himself, you didn't want him to be alone.

"You don't understand," Frank grumbled in reply.

"I don't understand?! Tell me what I don't understand!"

"I've been fighting a war for years now and I come back to my family, to my wife, only for them to be taken away from me! I just got them back and now, they're gone! Every night, I have nightmares and now it's not just from those nights overseas. It's from that day at the park...the day I lost everything."

"But you didn't lost everything, Frank-"

"I did! I did lose everything that day! They were my everything. Maria, Lisa, and Frankie were my everything! They were my family, my life. They were the reason I fought for this country."

"So, what? A-am I nothing to you?" You asked, tears starting to sting your eyes. You didn't want to cry in front of your brother, but he just brushed you off like you were nothing. Like you were by his side through everything, through thick and thin.

"You know I don't mean it like that-"

"No, I know exactly what you mean. You don't want me here, you want me to leave you alone. Since you clearly don't care about me, I guess I'll be going."

You grabbed your bag and started towards the door. You knew Frank wanted to say something, but he just wouldn't. You stopped in front of the door, looking back at him.

"Maria was my sister. Lisa and Frankie were my niece and nephew. I loved them. They were my family, too. You weren't the only person who lost family that day."

With that, you left, slamming the door behind you. Frank stood still, holding back tears until your car drove off. Then, he broke down. He sat down on the couch and sobs racked his body. He shouldn't have said those things to you. You stayed by his side through everything and all he wanted to do was push you away, to keep you safe.

Frank got want he wanted and his house had never felt lonelier.

One year. One entire year passed since Frank heard from you. He was too busy seeking revenge for his family to try to contact you and if he did, it may put you in danger. Once he discovered what had really happened that day at the park and got the justice he wanted, Frank went underground.

He thought that was it. He would live with the nightmares of war and losing his family. He would live with the regret of pushing you away.

Until he saw a news story. 'TOP NAVY PILOT NEARLY KILLED IN CRASH.'

Frank thought it was nothing, but then he read the pilot's name. Your name. Frank immediately wanted to find you, to see you and apologize. He wanted to fix things before it was too late, but no one could reach him. He wasn't Frank Castle anymore.

So, he called in a favor from Madani. She helped him the best she could. She found the hospital you were at, scheduled a visit for him with his fake name, and made sure it would be private.

The day of the visit, Frank had drove to the hospital but hesitated going in. What if you didn't want to see him? Were you even conscious? How bad were your injuries? The thought of you laying limp in a hospital bed broke his heart. Maybe it was a bad idea to come-

No, he was your brother. He was the last of your family. He was going to see you.

Frank got out of the car and walked into the hospital, keeping his head low as he approached the front desk. The sweet lady at the front desk told him where your room was and he thanked her before going through the sterile halls.

He stopped in front of your door, your name being written on a small board in dry erase marker. No one else was in the hallway, but Frank could hear the hum of nurses and machines just around the corner. He kept looking at the room number and your name, like he was unsure if it was the right room.

Finally, Frank took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He braced himself for the worst. There you were, laying in a hospital bed with wires and tubes attached to you. You were looking out the window, at the sky. When the door shut, you finally looked over.

Your soft smile faltered when you saw Frank. You could already feel tears pooling in your eyes and your bottom lip begin to quiver. It took him a whole year and a near death experience to find you, but he was here now.

"Frank," you said softly, trying to smile through your tears.

Frank smiled back and quickly crossed the room to be at your side. He pulled up a chair and took your hand in his, running his thumb over the back of your hand.

"W-what are you doing here?" You asked, using your other hand to try to wipe away the tears that had slipped down your cheeks.

"I'm here to see you, I...I saw what happened and I was so scared that I would lose you. I-I needed to see you before it was too late," he answered, tearing up himself.

"I was scared I wasn't going to s-see you again, Frank. I thought I was going to d-die and never get to apologize."

"Apologize? Why would you have to apologize? I was the one acting like a jerk."

"I treated you unfairly, Frank. You were grieving and I wanted to be there, but you didn't need me there all the time. I should've just left you alone-"

"No. I should've let you stayed with me, I-I was being stubborn and I wish I didn't push you away. I regret that everyday."

You took a shaky breath and squeezed Frank's hand. "I wish I found you sooner. I missed you so much, Frank."

"I missed you, too."

He leaned forward and brushed a loose piece of hair out of your face and wiped some of the stray tears away. He then sat back in his chair, his hand still in yours. "So, flying, huh?"

You laughed. "Top of my class."

Frank stayed there for hours, holding your hand and talking to you. He missed this.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #platonic frank castle x reader #frank castle x sister!reader #frank castle fanfic #frank castle fanfiction #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher fanfic #the punisher x reader #the punisher x you #frank castle angst #the punisher angst

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 2 months

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illicit affairs | nine

*Noah’s POV* Ellie was consuming my every thought after we left Vancouver. Her perfume was still lingering on my hoodie and it was the same scent she wore when we were together. I thought I was going to be okay seeing her again, but I wasn’t at all. It was game over when I saw her smile and her bright eyes. Even her shorter hair made her more beautiful, which I didn’t think was humanly possible. I fucking missed her so much. It wasn’t fair. I shouldn’t be on this bus right now. I should be with her. This is a fucking waking nightmare.

“Hey, can we talk?” Nick looked up at me from his book and just nodded. I plunked myself beside him as a heavy sigh left me. He was the only one I felt comfortable enough to talk to about Ellie. He always told me what I needed to hear whether I liked it or not.

“So, I saw you and Ellie talking.” He said breaking the silence, “it looked pretty intense.” “She asked me if we would be okay, and then she apologized for what happened between us.” I shrugged as my hand reached up to my necklace, spinning the whale charm between my fingers. Nick chuckled a little bit, “wait, she apologized? That girl has such a good heart.” “I know.” A small smile appeared on my face just thinking about how good of a woman she really was. “I wanted to say so much more to her, but he was there.” “You and I both know that’s not going to last.” His blue eyes darkened a little as he thought of what to say, “I just don’t think you two are done…you should’ve seen the way she looked at you when you walked onto the bus.” “I just don’t know what to do…” Nick stood up, crossed his arms as he sternly stared at me. “I have a question that should motivate you - how mad are you that you’re not in Vancouver right now?” “Excuse me?” “How mad are you that Matt is in Vancouver with her instead of you?” He repeated, this time with a more stern tone. “Don’t…” I snapped, feeling my hands ball info fists at my sides. “Use that anger to fight for her Noah. I know you want to.” He left me with my thoughts and my head hit the back of the couch. He was right. Being near her again and being in that city just made me realize what I really wanted in life and I had to stop fighting it. I pulled out my phone to call her, my thumb trembled over her number before I finally tapped on the screen. It went straight to voicemail, which was a bit of relief. “Hey Ellie, it’s Noah. I don’t think I was fully honest this morning about us being okay.” I paused as I felt tears begging to escape. “Truthfully, I miss you. I miss us. If you feel anything for me please call me.”

Moments later, my phone buzzed with a text.

I wasn't truthful either. I think I still love you…

#fanfic #bad omens #noah sebastian

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pink-strawberry-kissess · 10 months

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How do Leon and Ada comfort each other when they have nightmares?

leon having nightmares

leon has so much trouble falling asleep in general

but when he can sleep he has much more frequent nightmares a few days after missions. they're not immediate, they come up when he least suspects them so they're more jarring when they do happen as well

his nightmares are more visual and like he can hear them in his ears

when he wakes he feels like he was still there- it takes him a while to realize he's in the comfort of his bedroom/or hotel or whatever

he has less trouble falling back asleep but he'll also just end up thinking about his nightmares randomly throughout the day after he's had one

when he's with ada, she's more slow with coming towards him- waiting until he's more in his head again before she reaches out towards him

she's patient with him, waiting until he starts talking (which usually isn't that long of a wait)

"sorry, nightmare," he'd pant and try to regain his breathing

"you wanna talk about it?"

and he'd just shake his head, his shoulders dropping with a large exhale

he'd run his hands through his hair and feel ada's fingers on him, slowly making their way towards his face as she cradles him, reminding him that she's there and that they're together right now

he'd hold onto her for the rest of the night, keeping her in his chest if he can the entire time

leon would want to be able to hear her heart beating or her breath as he comes back down from the nightmare- something to ground him

even though he's BIG, maybe she'd be able to hold him against her chest, cradling him as he makes himself small. she'd press a kiss on the top of his head and comb through his hair, holding him there- and he'd be able to focus on her heart

also leon head near ada booba

he falls asleep a lot easier if ada is there

if she's not- he just stays up the rest of the night

ada having nightmares

so for ada i headcanon that she has night terrors more so than nightmares

they're like a 1000 times worse than your normal nightmare

she wakes up feeling like she's going to die

but also she doesn't have them that often

still hc that she got into her work very young and had to harden herself mentally and physically AND emotionally (emotionally came last for obvious reasons lol)

feel like the first time she took a life she did it kinda young and it was impulsive but also maybe in self defense and it haunts her to this day (also the reason why she can't pull the trigger on leon is cause i don't think she had actually killed anyone prior to that. she's only 24 in re2r, i don't think she killed in cold blood yet)

i know there's something about her killing someone as a kid but i think it was in a booklet and in self defense (someone correct me on this)

but yeah she had a bunch of night terrors as a kid

but as an adult she has them less often but she secretly hopes that she never has one in front of leon

the first time it happens in front of him- he's kinda just like "you too huh?" but he realizes that it's a lot worse than a nightmare- she's like

skittish and completely unaware of where she is- she flinches away from him and he realizes she's not okay

when she comes to, her face is all red and wet, she's been silently crying the whole time and quietly just crawls towards him and stays awake for most of the night- she finally falls asleep a few hours later while leon is holding her and he only falls asleep when he feels her body going soft against him and her breathing settled

whenever she has one, he knows to let her come to him- taking his time to let her handle it before he asks her what she wants of him

sometimes she wants to be left alone- sometimes she wants him to hold her

more often than not at first she just ends up leaving the bedroom and sitting somewhere alone (and leon is heartbroken that she won't let him in)

her night terrors grow less and less common as time goes by and soon enough they nearly disappear entirely

(ALSO I DID SUFFER FROM NIGHT TERRORS BEFORE SO DON'T TRY TO SCHOOL ME ON THIS LOL)

i also wrote about ada having a night terror as a small part in this

#ask heart #heart answers #cbros5 #ada wong #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #aeon #leon x ada #leon kennedy x ada wong #leon s kennedy x ada wong #ada x leon #aeon headcanons

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lchufflepuffcorn · 1 year

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A Crown of Roots and Ice

Epilogue

Warning: Death, mention of grief, flashforward, descriptive anxiety-inducing moments, mention of wounds.

Words: 1, 867k

Author's note: The gif is not mine, as usual, it belongs to its owner/creator. This is my brainchild, the very first series I was able to finish writing IN MY LIFE. It took me three years, blood, sweat and tears, the love of all of my readers and the release of House of The Dragon for it to happen. I'm very proud of it, but that doesn't mean I won't change it someday ( by change it I mean rewrite some parts or add some things...) So thank you all for your support and your patience, I love you all very much.

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Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five, Epilogue.

Extra : Before Brin’s birth

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For love never falters when memories fade

It was a dark, cold night when the lady of the castle awakened, drenched as if she had run for miles. Something deep in her bones ached in panic. The lady couldn't fathom the reason for such a fright.

Her breath came in short, laboriously working its way from her lungs to the cold chamber, leaving her in clouds.

Heart beating erratically in her throat and the feeling of an imminent danger lurking still vivid in her mind, the lady of the castle choose to rise from the warmth of her furs to take a short walk. Hopefully, checking on her sons would calm her nerves if she saw they were alright.

For they were to be safe and sound, of course.

It had been many moons since her nightmares plagued her sleeping moments every so often. Shadows slithering in the dead of night, bringing cold and ice in their tracks. A muted grey light flashed before a freezing feeling in her bones. Red wine splattering in the snow. For months, she'd been woken up with cold sweat ruining the furs for the night, short and panicked breaths waking Bran in turn.

There was nothing he could do to ease her fright on those nights.

For weeks Lady (Y/N) had made her sons sleep between her lord husband and herself. It took a long time for Bran to convince her that their guards were adequate to protect them from anything. Even then, he offered her a long knife for her name day.

"You won't need it." He'd whisper on her neck one night, fingers sliding up and down her naked arm, in his best effort to reconcile her with the night.

"Hmm…" (Y/N) had humoured Bran but never took the knife from under the pillows. He never asked for her to either.

It was silly that the thing made her feel at ease when she slept alone in their room. For Bran was gone. Back to his duties once more. (Y/N) made her way silently in the castle's halls toward her son's shared room. Bran's knife swiftly concealed in her sleeping gown and furs still failed to ease her mood. The two guards were posted at the entrance, and a simple nod was given to her when she entered.

Her free hand had slithered its way to her belly, where a soft bump was starting to show.

Brin and Aeron were sleeping like she knew they would. Brin had his father's features, even at six years of age. Aeron held more of you, from your complexion to his mannerism. Nagga and Aeron's pup, Leviathan, named after one of their mother's many stories, curled at the feet of the boy's respective beds.

Nagga was the only one to open an eye when (Y/N) sat in the rocking chair near the door. She shushed him passing by, holding one of his ears gently between her fingers before settling. Covering herself with the embroidered duvet Meira had gifted her at Aeron's birth, the lady of the castle let her anxiety diminish at the sight of her sleeping sons.

Breaths evening to a slow, repeating rhythm, eyes growing heavy with the lack of stimulation, (Y/N) let herself get caught in the room's darkness and the duvet's warmth, finding herself floating in comfort for the first time in too many nights.

It was a bit later that the lady's eyes opened once more. Now in the shadowed room of her children. Her heart was racing, sweat rolling down in beads from the nape of her neck to her spine, yet an aching cold held the room captive. Her breath once more elevated before her eyes, paler in the room's darkness than the rest.

Lady (Y/N)'s eyes travelled from her eldest son's bed -closer to the door- then to her secondborn, farther away, scanning for anything moving that shouldn't be there. Nothing. She tried to bring warmth back to her nose. The room was colder than when she'd entered it.

A light 'thud' from outside made her heart in a tormenting frenzy, faster than it had already been. Instinctively, her hand clenched around the knife's handle and tossed the duvet aside as she rose from her seat. Her furs followed next. Arms free to move as she pleased, only encombered by the nightdress she wore. Moving from the rocking chair to stand closer to her eldest son's bed, she took the stance Bran showed her when she'd asked.

(Y/N) made sure, however, not to stand in front of the door, so she could keep the element of surprise like Walton had taught her long ago. Nagga and Leviathan stood right in front of the door, the fur around their neck raised and low growls escaping their throat.

Nagga moved first, jumping on the door (Y/N) hadn't known being opened. The dog must have surprised whoever had been on the other side, for a yelp echoed on the stone walls as the creature lashed at them.

A clatter soon followed the chaos, and a shadow slithered its way inside the room, slashing Leviathan's neck as it pounced toward it. Cutting its roar short, leaving only the wet choking sound of air and blood mixing.

Lady (Y/N) didn't need more time to think when she jumped forward, slashing with all her might at the grayish shadow before her. It tried to attack her too, but (Y/N) jumped back just like her older brother had once shown her. It stopped for a second, and the lady took action once more. Dark glare met icy cold emptiness for the first time before combat was launched.

Grabbing a limb and twisting to turn it towards her. She'd managed to pierce the skin, she thought, when a heavy hand threw her aside.

Cold consumed her ribs like a lake suddenly becoming ice, and the shock of her back meeting the stone cut her exhale short, and a cry escaped the woman's lips before she could stop it, but she made no movement to feel the injury. 'Must not show weakness.' Walton had once said. She hadn't had the chance to take a new breath or regain her sense of orientation when something heavy sat on her chest.

Lady (Y/N)'s hands rose instinctively toward those of her attacker. She caught them before the blade could break the skin of her neck, yet she could still feel the coldness of it too close to her throat for her comfort. Unable to release one hand to grab her knife, she tried using her legs to destabilize the thing on her.

"Mother!"

Nagga's growls and sharp calls must have woken the boys, (Y/N) knew it. The sobs she could hear were those of Aeron.

With a new desperation, she pushed the hands farther up and grabbed her knife, knocking the blade with her arm as she struck. Icy cold with yet a fiery warmth following it flowed in the armed she used as a shield, the weapon stuck in her shoulder, and a grunt left the lady. She didn't try to cower, instead trying to strike once more.

Aiming to hurt or destabilizing over killing just yet. It managed to push its damned blade deeper inside her shoulder despite the lady's trashing around.

Pushing what was over her to the side, she struck it again in the head. Then, again and again, she made sure it stayed down before turning to her sons.

"Stay here." Her breath was coming in short, and she must have twisted her ankle while falling, for pain shot through it as she walked.

The lady exited the room to join a whining yet still growling Nagga on the other side. It was slowly losing its battle against the assassin, blood wetting its fur as it had Leviathans.

Making the best of the crouched position her assailant was in, Lady (Y/N) lunged toward it and struck again, aiming for the face.

Once again, cold erupted in her, the lungs incapable of drawing breath for a short time. The assassin had lodged its blade under her breast. (Y/N) moved before it could remove the weapon and kicked at the creature to keep it away.

The commotion had risen the guards toward the boy's room, and soon, the second assassin was eliminated. All happened in a blur, and the lady was removed before it could resolve itself completely. With the danger now taken care of, she could barely stand alone and was forcefully escorted back to her room. Standing between two tall guards making her feel like she was a little girl again. They could not contain her before getting the maids to bring her sons and Nagga.

Apparently, they removed the bodies of the intruders and burned them. The two guards and Leviathan were brought out of the room to be given proper funerals. When mother and sons were finally bunched together, safe, warm and loved, the lady kissed both her boy to sleep.

While being fussed over by maesters, Lady (Y/N) asked for a crow to be sent to her husband. "So he'd be informed of the situation."

She also asked for her brother Urion to be sent a messenger informing him of the situation. Breathing was becoming laborious, and her cough sounded wetter by the minute.

In the letter addressed to her brother, the maester wrote that lady (Y/N) had not been conscious when her death occurred. Sleeping with her children, exhausted from the battle and the blood loss. It was also written to the man that Bran was yet to know about his wife's death, as his crow left four hours before Urion's.

Brin and Aeron cried their little heart out when a maid ushered them out of their mother's cold embrace once the sun came out. Maester somberly nodded their heads as they covered the lady of the castle's face.

Bran could remember the funerals held for her. The crown of roots placed on her hair, a dress in the Stark's colours and a blanket of her family's crest placed as if she was resting beneath it. He could remember the cold in his chest as he watched the fire take her form.

The empty hole it left in his heart as he clenched his son's shoulders.

He could feel the brief warmth of tears rolling on his face before the wind turned them into ice droplets.

Bran could also remember -being shaken as he was sitting in the chariot trailing him to King's Landing- the imagery of a Lady carved in the rocks. He could still see the stone sepulture, both as it was first and as he saw it when he was a boy. The eroded face was once detailed as his aunt was. The sculpture's hands crumpled from the touch of those her loss had hurt the most.

Bran could remember all those things of the ghost he saw that night when winter had lost. But he hadn't found anything relating her story in the archives of the Starks. Brandon's wife had never been mentioned. Only his firstborn Brin, well, Brandon, was named.

Bran could remember that her statue was the only one made with a crown.

And it made his heart soar.

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 10 months

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In their name

Warnings: angst, murder, violence, mental distress and Lan Sizhui being dark and twisted

This is the leftover ficlet from my Xue Yang era that I finally decided to get done.

Enjoy <3

What is your name, young man?

He does not know. Who is he? What should the world call him? What is the string of sounds they should use to get his attention?

Who am I?

He used to know, he used to be so sure of it. He used to know who he was, who he wanted to become, where he came from.

And then it was taken away from him, all of it, the security in himself and his life ripped from right under him.

It was cold when they died, an unforgiving winter. They should have taken it as a foreboding omen, the way that day had been so unexplainably warm and sunny, in the heart of the harshest winter in decades.

They did not.

Why would they? Why would anyone?

They died... nobody really knows how. It’s a mystery still, but there is no point trying to uncover it. Not really. Not like it would change anything.

They’re gone and that’s it.

Why hang onto the past?

They died protecting him. This is the truth. They died because he was weak, because he was their child.

Was?

And they sent him away for help so he wouldn’t watch them die.

They protected him and loved him and left him.

And now he doesn’t know who he is.

A murderer? A failure? A lost cause?

Demonic cultivation – the actual demonic kind – is a lot easier to manage when you’re angry enough not to care who you’re killing in the process. And it makes for an interesting mix if you use the ghost path with it.

It’s more comfortable than orthodox cultivation – or maybe he’s just not entirely okay with using it to kill.

After all, Hanguang-Jun had instilled into him the fact that he should only use his power, his sword, for good.

It was an ambush.

People still had a bone to pick with the terrible Yiling Laozu, or however they called him – him, A-Yuan’s baba, was not that, he was good, kind and a convenient scapegoat – and they wanted him dead. Again. He died already, and yet, it was not enough. It was not enough that they attacked him, that they killed everybody, that they left a little, innocent community in ruins and threw the bodies of its inhabitants like they were trash.

It was not enough that, despite this, Wei Wuxian saved them all 13 years later.

The Moling Su sect had not disappeared, then. Even though their leader had died, they only went into hiding to deal with the power vacuum, and returned, quietly, to their business, much more modest than they used to be.

The head disciple, now become sect leader, had planned it all. The fake letter about a fierce ghost terrorizing a small nameless village hidden in the mountains, the victims all children, the crying villagers asking for help.

A trap.

They waited.

They used demonic cultivation too, the actual demonic kind. The kind that eats at the spiritual energy of everything around, the kind that thrives off resentment of both the living and the dead.

Uncle Ning went first.

Then A-Die.

Then Baba.

Then there was nobody left.

Nobody but... A-Yuan? Wen Yuan? Wei Yuan? Lan Yuan? Lan Sizhui?

Whoever he may be, he’s the only one left.

A grave was dug, joining the Lan ancestors’ resting place in a beautiful plot of land near the Cloud Recesses. Flowers grow there all the time, it is a place of quiet and reflection, peace and missing.

They put baba and a-die in the same grave. It was their dying wish. Otherwise they would have been able to unclench their hands where they held them together as they died. Nobody could.

There was nothing left of uncle Ning to bury.

And then A-Yuan had to leave.

How could he stay in his house when he had no home anymore?

He couldn’t... do anything anymore, agonizing in bed for days, crying himself in and out of nightmares, pushing everybody away so harshly that they wouldn’t dare come near him again.

He had initially thought about killing himself.

What use was there for him now? His parents died because of him, he couldn’t even so much as watch out for himself and stay out of trouble.

How could he even pretend he could ever be a cultivator again? Had he ever been one?

But he realized, one evening as he thought over his suicide note, that it wasn’t him that killed his parents. It was those Moling Su disciples and their wretched techniques. They are the ones that took baba and a-die away.

They are the ones that should be dead long before A-Yuan is.

He will die too, he knows he will, he has to, wants to – but he cannot allow them to live before that.

Justice must be delivered in kind. A-Die taught him that.

And so, A-Yuan fled the Cloud Recesses to deliver it.

He took Bichen and Chenqing with him – not to use them, how could he ever? – but just so he could have his parents know their deaths would be avenged and they could rest in peace.

A-Yuan lived in the Burial Mounds for three years. He only left to gather knowledge – on how to kill better, hurt more, experiment.

There is a way to cultivate resentful energy into a core.

There is a way to become immortal without the ridiculous pretense of righteousness.

(There is nothing righteous in this wretched world. Not anymore).

There is a way to extract resentment from the living, corrupt their souls, torture them without even a drop of blood leaving their bodies.

There is a way to do anything.

The stories of the Yiling Patriarch, of the blood thirsty Xue Yang, even the terrible Wen Ruohan...

Sizhui would be putting them all to shame.

He would become the cultivation world’s worst nightmare, he would show them they have known nothing of the horrors that they deserved bestowed upon them.

He would avenge his parents and all that he lost once their lives ended.

And then he would die at peace with it all.

There is no way to know who from the Moling Su sect actually attacked Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian and Lan Sizhui that night.

They had their faces covered and their swords fogged over, it was night and they wore black clothing.

It was impossible to tell who was who.

That is why Sizhui killed them all.

And he enjoyed every second of it.

At first, he wanted to just let his ghosts and corpses do the work for him – after all, he never quite liked getting his hands dirty.

But it was too tempting not to draw his sword, now teeming with resentful energy, its spirit long dead, and join in to the massacre, cutting down into every single living person he could find.

He made it a point to slowly rip at the sect leader’s golden core until it broke inside of him, pulling his qi out of him like string just so he could enjoy his screams. He didn’t know what was louder, his laughter or the man’s cries – but he dragged it out as long as he could, watching life drain out of him like the flame of a dying candle.

He would make sure nobody was left.

“Baba, A-Die, are you seeing this? Are you proud of me now?” he asked as he twirled Chenqing in one hand, gripping the hilt of Bichen in the other, walking along the estate of the Moling Su sect, corpses littering the winding pathways. “I am strong now. Nobody can ever defeat me, I could destroy the whole world if I wanted. If you wanted.”

He waves a hand to send resentful energy into a corner where frightened figures try to hide, and does not seem to mind the young voices that scream out.

“They took you away from me, from the world... so I have done the same. Why should this wretched lot live if you do not?”

The screaming is slowly starting to die out around him. “It won’t be long now. They’ll all be dead by morning. I won’t leave until I’m sure there are no survivors left. And perhaps I'll even seek out the rest of their allies, their partnerships... destroy those too. None of these people should get to be alive if my parents don’t.”

The sound of a muffled cry draws his attention towards a shoddy house towards the exit. He opens the door (resentful energy rips it off its hinges) and walks in to find an old lady holding a toddler in her arms, eyes wide and tearful as she attempts to shield him.

SIzhui crouches down over them, and pats the boy’s head with a smile, warm and friendly. “What’s your name?”

“A-A-Yuan...”

“What a coincidence, that’s my name too. You’re hiding here with your granny?”

The boy nods, burrowing further in the old woman’s chest as he does.

“I hid with my granny like this too. Back then, they took us all to a terrible place, a working camp. They made granny do such hard work... she almost died. But she always held me and loved me and cared for me regardless of that. And every time I went to bed, she would tell me a story.”

Sizhui looks over at the granny, the same easy demeanor about him. “it’s late, the little one should be sleeping. Go put him to bed and tell him a story.”

The woman stares, incredulous, but does not question him. She has seen what he has done to their home and knows her turn is next, as is her grandson's.

She picks the boy up and walks into an adjacent room, Sizhui in tow. The place is modest, but clean. There are some toys, one of them a doll the boy holds tightly as granny tucks him into bed.

She sighs, and then, as she caresses his face, begins telling him a story about a brave prince who fought a great monster, saving the frightened kingdom...

There are two droplets falling down Sizhui’s face. He does not notice them, not until they blur his vision and fall hot over his cheeks.

The resentment inside him swirls in distress.

He stands up, and waves a hand so the candle light goes out.

The old woman joins her little boy’s side into bed and closes her eyes. She knows she will be dying now, and she wants it to be next to her little one.

Nothing ever comes.

Sizhui storms out of the little house, of the estate, of the village, careless of being seen, of what he's leaving behind.

He returns to the place where his parents died and he died with them.

For the first time in over twenty years, there is a song.

And a question

Who am I?

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