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sukunas-wife · 3 months

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can you do something about sukuna when a curse hits him and he ends up turning into a little baby and the reader will have to take care of her husband and son because they are both identical 😸

Please 😭😭 It’s terrible now that Yuji is the same height as his daddy he couldn’t be more ecstatic about being able to swing on him only to learn Ryomen can very much still use his Domain Expansion 🥹 I don’t know why it got sad out of now where that unwanted child comments been haunting me all week 😭🤍

“Oh Ryomen…” you couldn’t help but stare sympathetically at your husband who was now just over 3 feet drowning in his clothes. Yuji was right there hugging his neck, “We’re the same height daddy now we can play!”

You wanted to tell Yuji not to see how Sukuna was trembling with teary eyes, the anger being too much for his little body. You wanted to coo at him but you felt so bad seeing him so small, finally you turned to your lady in waiting who was bowing on the floor in front of your little boys. “Lord Sukuna forgive I’m so sorry forgive me please I had no intention of doing this forgive me forgive me forgive me I beg for your mercy-“ she was cut off when a gash was sliced across her face, it wasn’t enough to kill her but enough to mark her as incompetent. You had to look away, his little chubby face was tilted back with an aggravated look his eyes were looking down on her. Yuji was still hugging and rubbing his face against his “daddy’s' ' shoulder. You almost thought he deserved a brother.

There you were picking him up to keep him from killing your lady in waiting. You expected him to kick and throw a tantrum instead he turned in your arms burying his face in your shoulder holding on tight to your robes. Yuji was pouting when he handed you his dads oversized robe that you tried to use to cover him up. He laid there sniffling, you could feel the heat of his face and the occasional tear.

“Aww is my little prince crying.” You could help but take his face in your hand and kiss all over his face. He wasn’t like Yuji who would start laughing and perk up, he put his hand on your lips stopping you while staring you down. You stared at each other until your fake bit his chubby fingers and he cracked a small smile. “Cmon Yuji, we need some of your clothes.”

Yuji perked up, taking your hand and looking up at his dad. He wanted to play but he guessed his dad can’t just run around naked. You were doing your best to dress Sukuna but this is how it went.

“Let’s see what we have,” you pulled out white pants and a white shirt, “No.”

“This?” It was a robe Yuji would wear in the summer, “No.”

“What about these?” You pulled out a fancy little set Yuji wore in one of your family portraits, “Nuh uh”

“Oh oh! What about this one daddy!” You watched Yuji jump out of the Chester of clothes, it was a costume he asked you to ask one of your ladies in waiting who was a good seamstress to make. It was Ryomen’s Iconic white robe, blue belt and scarf. It had matching socks also, this is what Sukuna got excited about. He took it from Yuji, not hesitating to strip from his oversized coat and into his new smaller robes. “Perfect.”

You saw him standing on the bed next to Yuji, Yuji looked so excited and you looked away. “I don’t need another, I don't need another, I don't need another.”

“Woman!” You turned back to Sukuna. His small voice was nowhere near as demanding or authoritative. You saw Yuji slide off the bed and run off, “I am hungry.” You cleared your throat, “right, let’s get you something to eat .” You looked around “Yuji baby are hungry?” “Nooo!” His voice was shaky, “‘m looking for something i'll eat later!” You watched as bent over half hanging in the drawer of clothes. “Are you sure?” “Mhmm!” “Alright, we’ll be in the kitchen if you get hungry okay?” He nodded “ookaay mommy” Sukuna slid off the bed and you couldn’t help but take his little hand, you looked at Yuji missing the look of shock on Ryomen’s face. You only looked back when you felt his little hand squeeze yours tighter. Your soft smile when you looked down at him. He wanted to rip his hand away and cross his arms over his chest, he’s not weak and he doesn’t need a hand to hold. He snapped his head away and you felt how his hand was shaky while he held on tight. “What’s wrong Ryomen?” He didn’t look at you, but you could see the red on his face, the little gloss over his eyes, you thought to yourself, ‘he’s probably never held someone’s hand. He was the cursed unwanted wretch of a child..’

You spent the next hour treating him like a complete child, the baby talk, sitting him on the counter and squishing his little cheeks even if he threatened to bite you, you never did. The way you’d hug him and kiss his cheeks and forehead. Letting him eat off the spoon while you cooked, he didn’t give you the cute little reactions Yuji did but his little puffed out cheeks and puts squeezed your heart. There you stood in front of him, he was sitting on the counter with an almost empty bowl. You watched him slurp the last of his noodles and awed at his little smile when he looked up at you. You could help but take his face in your hands and kiss his forehead, “My little baby boy.” He put his bowl down when you hugged him and did his best to hug you, his face on your chest, you let your chin rest on his head. “I love you Ryo.” He didn’t make a sound. You ran your hand up and down his back, “you okay baby?” He just hummed.

“Daddy!” You pulled away and broke into a big smile when you saw Yuji standing in the door. “Awww Yu.” You couldn’t help but coo over him. He was dressed exactly like Ryomen, and even had a poorly drawn mark on his forehead. You sat Yuji down to eat listening to him explain how he looked for the costume because he knew he had more than one and now he and daddy could play the King of Curses game he had just made up. Sukuna was standing by your side pulling on your sleeve while Yuji was stuffing his face quickly. You saw him, you genuinely saw him as a child in that instance. He didn’t have any marks on face or wrists. He looked naked, you had to stifle your laugh when he mumbled something you didn’t catch. “Daddy needs a mark too!” Was all Yuji said pointing at his own forehead. After Yuji finished eating you sat them both in front of your vanity, cleaning off their faces and taking a black pigment to draw the little mark Ryomen usually had on his forehead on both of them. They were almost identical twins except for the fact Yuji’s light brown eyes were innocent compared to Sukuna’s red eyes that now held a look of mischief.

before you knew it they were off. Both of them were running out into the garden racing to see who would get there first. It was a competition of who was better now. Still you trailed behind, calling your ladies in waiting to accompany you.

It was chaos, they tore up flowers, left muddy patches in the grass, their white robes were filthy at the bottoms and the pigments on their foreheads were running from sweating. Sukuna tackled Yuji and they tumbled into the koi pond, they were laughing and soaking wet, slipping while they tried to climb out. It was cute how they crawled out and laid on the grass. Your boys, laughing and kicking their legs, it made you awe. There was no doubt in your mind Ryomen didn’t get to experience this kind of fun from the very very faint and little details he’d given you of his past.

——————

It’s been a week, you woke up this morning sore and tired. Sukuna was half lying into your chest drooling and snoring, Yuji was laying backwards, he was spread out a foot pressed into your cheek the other on the pillow, one of his hands was spread out the other loosely holding Ryomens hand.

You tried to move, Yuji sat up slowly, not moving his foot from your face. You tried to sit up and Ryomen whined shaking his head back and forth protesting your sitting up. Still you held him in your lap as he clung to you with one hand, Yuji tried to wiggle into your lap hugging your other side. “‘’M sleepy” the weight of your mini husband and son drug you back down to the bed. You caved and fell back asleep pulling both of them into your sides.

You woke up screaming, jumping up in panic, running out the room ready to grab your kids just to find them tripping and tying up eunuchs to draw on their faces. They were squatting around a poor eunuch's face. Yuji was covering his smile with his little fists, and Sukuna was on his knees and one hand, the other drawing on his face, his tongue stuck out in concentration. You had to breathe and your lady in waiting ran up to you, “Lady y/n are you alright?! You ran out in just your intimate robes.” You sighed your heart beating in your throat “Yes, I just heard screaming so I was panicked.” It was scary, their heads snapped to look at you like wolves. They heard you and it was over, they were running over to you and you felt intimidated which led to you running back to your room being chased by Ryomen and Yuji.

“No! Stop, stop! No!” Your cries were in vain when they managed to take you down after entering your room. Laid out on the floor Sukuna sat on your butt leaning back into your back like a lounge, you groaned lifting your head to find Yuji squatting in front of you. “Mornin mommy.” You rested your cheek against your folded arms “Good Morning baby.”

——————-

It was another week, you were sitting on a stool in the bathroom robes pushed back, Ryomen was sitting between your legs on a smaller stool while you scrubbed him down. Yuji was splashing in the water, his skin tinted red from being scrubbed down also. Sukuna was angry, pouting with his fists pushed into his knees. “Ryo if you didn’t wanna be scrubbed then you shouldn’t have chased that skunk! Now both of you stink. And look at this!” You ran a hand through his hair little grains of dirt could be felt, “you still have sand in your hair.” He huffed before he crossed his arms over his chest, puffing out his cheeks. “M not stinky woman! It’s called manly musk!” You laughed “Manly musk, the only thing manly about you right now is your name Ryomen.” He yelped when you poured water over him, side eyeing you before you told him to go soak in the fragrant bath. The smell lingered on their clothes. You had them Burned and the handmaid's were quick to make new ones before they finished soaking.

——————

It was the start of the third week, you wanted your oversized husband back. You were tired of waking up to someone in your ribs and a foot in your face. The two had become so similar you ended up saying the wrong name three or four times before you got it right. The robes and painted marks didn’t help either. But here you were reclining on the front steps of the temple watching them one more time. Sukuna felt it before you saw him, Kenjaku was coming.

“What do you want!” He was bratty and snapping at him when he was in sight.

“Oh, I didn’t know the king of curses had another son. An exact replica I would say too.” Kenjaku picked him up by the scruff of his robes, Sukuna was kicking and wiggling before Yuji ran over “Let him go!” And started beating the man’s legs. Kenjaku shook Sukuna, “hey Kid is Ryomen Sukuna home or isn’t he?” “M not answering you.”

Kenjaku’s eye twitched “Why not?” “Because your brain is freaky! Who needs to open their heads, freak!” Yuji screamed, still swinging on Kenjaku’s leg. Kenjaku tried to lightly push Yuji back and that’s when Sukuna smacked his hands together, “DOMAIN EXPANSION”

It was unstable, he was Ryomen Sukuna, but his cursed energy was the same as a child’s.

You heard the chime and drip. Everything in you lit up and you started running, what the hell was happening Yuji, Ryo please please don’t do anything stupid.

“Ah shit-“ Kenjaku was quick to make his disappearance at the scene when he heard your steps.

“Ryomen!” You took a deep breath “Yuji!” You could feel the residuals of another person.

“What happened!?” You were kneeling in front of Sukuna, hands on his shoulders with a panicked look. He was okay, that was until you heard sniffles and crying. You snapped around Yuji was sitting on the floor with a gash across his crying. You let Sukuna go and ran over to Yuji picking him up. “Shh shh shh, it’s okay let me see.” You tried to pull his hands away from his face. There were cuts across his nose and across one of his eyebrows. “come here Yu.” You sat on the ground pulling him into your lap even when he resisted while crying. Placing your hand carefully on his face cupping his cheek you started to use your reverse cursed technique to heal cuts.

You watched as they closed and slowly started to heal over. You didn’t notice how Sukuna looked scared, for once the king of curses looked vulnerable. When you were done with Yuji, what were you going to do to him? Were you going to abuse him the way his parents had? Would you treat him like a wretch, an unwanted curse. Would you scream at him and raise your hand at him? “…Yuji…” his voice was so small when he tried to get closer. You turned to him, you saw those teary eyes and you were confused, when you licites your hand to try and pull him closer he flinched away. “What’s wrong Ryo?” He watched you put your hand down on Yuji who stopped crying. He looked down, shaking his head, before Yuji spoke up “m Okay it wasn’t too bad.”

Both of you saw how Sukuna’s eyes looked up but he wouldn’t lift his face. You nodded with your head, “Come here Ryo.” He slowly walked over hands behind his back before standing next to you still not looking you in the eye. “You okay?” Your hand came up to touch his back and he just stood there, Yuji was still sitting in your lap looking up at his dad. You watched those little tears drip off his chin, before you pulled him down into your side hugging him, “Don’t cry Sukuna, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t mean to hurt Yuji.” Yuji crawled over trying to hug him also, “‘ts okay.”

You did your best to hold both of them, rubbing their heads with your hands as they held onto you. Taking turns in kissing their heads and rubbing their backs. Sukuna still hadn’t said anything, “m sorry.” His voice was shaky and you squeezed him harder, “oh Ryomen.” You sat there holding both of them until One of them fell asleep. Yuji walked beside you while you carried his mini dad, this was the only time you’d ever be able to carry him without his soul crushing weight. Yuji ran off to his room. When you made it inside, you took Sukuna to your shared room, laying him on the bed. Brushing his hair back carefully, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, “I love you Ryo, none of this was your fault, you shouldn’t have to carry burdens that aren’t yours.” Pulling the blanket over him you sat down, you saw his eyes barely open before he fell asleep again.

——————-

“Y/n…” it was the soft call of your name that woke you up.

Yuji was sitting in your lap holding on to you. You back was stiff and your neck popped when you tried to stretch.

“Hm,” you didn’t bother trying to open your eyes. “Woman,” you sat up trying to rub your eyes and not let your sleeping Yuji fall, “Ryomen?” There he was in his full frontal glory that made you do a double take before looking up at him, “Where’s your clothes???”

He ignored your question, taking your face in one of his hands, he leaned in closer and you were going to kiss him until he ghosted your lips and pressed a rare soft kiss to your forehead, “There is no doubt you are a fine mother.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for telling my her ex I read her poetry?

I (F19) dated my ex (F18, Lacy) for about 9 months. I broke up with her because she had a lot of issues I just didn't know how to deal with and I also fell in love with my best friend (NB19, Alex, he/his pronouns), so I decided it was the best course of action. I broke up with Lacy on January of 2023 and started dating Alex in February.

Around this time, I found an Instagram account that posted poetry. There was nothing that could identify the author, but the poetry was really good so I started to follow them. With time, however, the poems started to look... familiar. Not the writing style, but some situations on them, for example: one of them said something like "your brother's night sky truck that took us to the stars" (my older brother has a dark blue truck he would lend me so I could take Lacy on dates) and another said "that old guitar you had that you never learned to play like you played me" (I have an old guitar I inherited from my father and I indeed never learned how to play it). These are only two examples, but I found many others that convinced me that account belonged to Lacy.

I know I should have left it alone the second I realized the account belonged to her, but it was so flattering to see she wrote all of that about me. I didn't tell anyone, not my friends or Alex, but I kept following the account and reading Lacy's poetry. I think my feelings for her started to rekindle after that, because no one ever wrote about me like that and, as months passed, she kept writing about me. She never got over me.

My relationship with Alex also started to have problems during this time. He got a job at an ice cream parlour and he started a D&D campain with his friends, which means we started to spend less and less time together. He didn't seem to be as interested in me as he was during our first months of relationship, and I feel like he's taking me for granted. Lately, more specifically since December, we started to fight a lot over small things too.

We went to a New Year's party one of our friends was hosting and Lacy was there too. That enough was reason for Alex to start complaining, since he has a lot of feelings of jealousy regarding her. We ended up having a fight because he thought I knew she'd be there, which I didn't, and he went to stay with our friends, avoiding me the whole night.

It was New Year's eve and I had just fought with my partner, who was monopolizing all of our friends and leaving me by myself, so I started to drink. I know that wasn't a good idea, but I was angry and frustrated and I thought that would help. It didn't, I just got super drunk.

Since my filter disappears when I'm drunk, I went after Lacy and told her her poetry was really good. At first she was confused, so I said I found her poetry account and her poems were amazing, and I was flattered she still thought about me like that, because I didn't think anyone else ever saw me in such a beautiful way.

After that, the panic in her eyes became clear. She started to cry, not full on sobbing but some tears rolled down her face and she didn't answer me, just left. Alex saw the interaction and came to ask me what happened. I ended up telling him about Lacy's poetry account, we fought again and I decided to go home. In that same night, I searched for the poetry account and it was deleted.

This whole situation didn't leave my head since it happened and I don't know what to think. Alex has also been avoiding me and I don't understand why everyone seems to be against me. Lacy blocked me everywhere and I'm beginning to think leaving her for Alex was a huge mistake. It was also never my intention to make Lacy feel like she had to delete her account.

AITA for telling her I knew about the poetry account?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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phoxey · 4 months

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The White Raven (Bada Lee Gang AU)

Bada Lee x fem!reader

CW: nothing really tbh, mentions of gang-ish activities, Tatter is a lil asshole to reader, but we forgive her

AN: Thanks for yalls interest in my silly little writings, im so motivated

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 – I like being your hero, Bada.

She was like a book, that was open but written in a different language. You would have to learn the language, to decipher her.

“Thank you for saving me. We are even now.”

You came home after midnight. You had decided to get off a few bus stops earlier to take a walk, to free your head. Quietly you opened the front door and entered the apartment on tiptoes. You saw your mom sleeping on the couch, clutching to her phone. You looked at your phone and saw 17 missed calls from your mom.

“Sorry, mom.”, you whispered and gently took the phone out of her hand and put it on the living room table. Then you got the blanket out of your mom’s room and put it over her. She stirred but didn’t wake up.

When you got to your room, your little brother was sitting on your bed, still in his school uniform, that was stained with dirt and alcohol. He didn’t look up from his hands, as you sat down next to him, but you could see his tears falling.

“I didn’t tell her, but she knew.”, he choked up.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Let me deal with mom.”

“She is afraid you will go to prison.”

You hugged him. “I won’t. I struck a deal with them. How long has this been going on?”

“A few months…”

You grabbed his chin. “A few months? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You and mom already do so much for me, I didn’t want to be a burden. So I decided to deal it with myself.”, he admitted.

You shook your head. “I have made you promise me just one thing.”

“To focus on school and you will deal with everything else.”, he sighed.

“Exactly. So do it.”, you said sternly, but then your gaze softened and you kissed his forehead. “Go to bed now, you have school tomorrow.”

With that he left to his room and went to sleep.

You on the other hand stayed put on your bed and looked outside, your mind went back to the almost kiss with Bada. That girl was trouble, so why did you want to spend time with her? You didn’t need more trouble. You should stay away from her.

Just when you finished that thought, your phone vibrated with a new message.

Bada: [Hope you got home safe.]

You: [I did. Thanks again. You were my hero today.]

Bada: [I’ll gladly be your hero again. Though I also hope you won’t get into trouble again.]

You: [You are trouble.]

Bada: [Can I be your hero when I am your trouble?]

You: [Are you flirting with me?]

Bada: [I would never…]

You huffed and just threw your phone to the side. You still didn’t know what Bada’s intentions were. She would pull you in just to push you away again.

You decided to go to bed then, only to wake up a few hours later, because of the front door falling shut. On your nightstand was a big bowl of fried rice and a home-made coffee, as well as a note.

I know you don’t want to worry me, so I will accept it, if you don’t want to talk about last night. I am grateful to have you as my daughter and you are an amazing sister to your brother. I know you know this, but I want to say it again: Please stay away from trouble as much as possible. I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you, Mom

Happily, you ate the fried rice and drank the coffee. Your eyes scanned the room and stopped at the mirror on the other side of the room. You were in dire need of a shower, but also you noticed what you were wearing. Bada’s Shirt. You would have to give it back, even though you kind of liked the way it looked on you.

You: [Good morning, Bada. I still have your shirt, can I drop by this evening and give it back?]

The reply came immediately.

Bada: [Hi! Yeah sure. I am home all day so you can come whenever.]

You: [Neat. I’ll wash it and come around 8pm?]

Bada: [Sounds good, see you later!]

You finally got up then and went to throw Bada’s shirt into the washing machine, before going to shower. Before going to your other daytime jobs, you browsed through the internet, to find a new job for the night. Having been fired from the convenience store, would cut in drastically, so you needed to find something new as soon as possible. Of course, the convenience store was also the one that paid the best out of all your jobs.

Shortly after 8pm you knocked at Bada’s door, but to your surprise Bada didn’t open the door, but another blonde girl. You recognized her as one of the girls that Bada often hung around with. She looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Who are you?”

“Is Bada there?”, you asked carefully.

“Depends on who is asking.”

Before you could answer, Bada showed up behind the girl. “Tatter you are scaring her.”

You were relieved to see her. “Hi, I brought your shirt.”

“Thank you, come in! Join us for a moment.”, Bada said.

“Are you sure? I would hate to intrude.”, you said, eying Tatter.

Bada just pulled you inside. Five other girls sat in Bada’s living room, chatting excitedly, and drinking beer. Tatter sat down with them again and all of the girls looked at you.

Bada put her hand on your back. “These are my girls, you met Tatter. The others are Lusher, Cheche, Minah, Soweon and Kyma. Girls, this is Y/N. The convenience store cashier I told you about, the one who beat up one of the twins.”

Lusher grinned. “Ahh, your hero girl?”

“Excuse me we are even, I saved her yesterday.”, Bada pouted and down sat with you, giving you a beer can.

“Really? From what?”, Cheche asked.

“I needed someone who would pick me up from the police station.”, you answered shyly.

“She beat up her brother’s bullies and got arrested for it.”, Bada added.

“Whaaaaat?”, the girls gasped.

“You are cool!”, Lushed grinned. “You really could be part of us.”

“Ah, no no. I don’t want any trouble really.”, you said blushing. “I am happy with my part time jobs… though I got fired from the convenience store.”

“Ah, that sucks.”, Bada said and rubbed your back.

“Getting money is hard, nowadays.”, Tatter said. “Legal work doesn’t pay well. And illegal work… is risky.”

“Like what? Selling drugs or robbery?”, you asked and drank your beer.

“Hypothetically, yes.”, Tatter said carefully.

“Hypothetically…”, you chuckled.

“Or getting back money, that other people owe to some of our friends and we get a commission.”, Bada explained.

“Yeah, like that idiot Shin Seonwoo…”, Kyma muttered.

Tatter immediately shut her up with an angry gaze, but you had heard her.

“Shin Seonwoo? That club owner? I know him.”, you said.

Bada looked at you. “You know him?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I used to go into his club a lot. And he always hit on me.”

“Ew disgusting…”, Minah shuddered.

Bada was silent for a moment, deep in thought, as the chatter died down.

“What are you thinking about?”, you asked and laid your hand on her arm, which made her head jerk up. The look in her eyes was undefinable.

“You need money?”, Bada asked you slowly.

You nodded slowly. “Obviously.”

“I’ll give you your monthly pay from the convenience store, for one hour of your time.”, she said.

“W-What? Bada I am not doing anything illegal. Not even for you.”, you gasped.

Bada shook her head and took your hands. “You wouldn’t be doing anything illegal.”

“What are you thinking about Bada?”, Tatter asked.

Bada kept her eyes on you. “I just need you to distract him. If he likes and trusts you, you are perfect for that. So that we can go into his office and get our money back.”

“And you’d pay me a monthly wage?”, you asked slowly.

The offer was working in your head. Bada nodded eagerly.

“It’s safe? What if he finds out I am distracting him for you?”

“He won’t, we will be in and out fast. And I will always protect you. I promise.”, Bada said.

“And just that? I don’t want to be part of all of this. This is a one-time thing?”

Bada nodded. “A one-time favour. I promise, no risk for you.”

You slowly nodded. The money would buy you some time to find a new job. It was just a one-time thing, with no risk attached. And you would help Bada, getting money back from a well-known asshole.

“Really? You’ll help us?”, Lusher asked excitedly.

“Thank you, thank you.”, Cheche said, beaming.

“Can I pick you up next Friday at 9pm? Do you have a nice party dress?”, Bada asked.

“Yeah, I know what he likes. Don’t worry. I’ll get him to talk to me and concentrate on me.”, you smiled.

“You are saving my day again.”, Bada grinned.

You winked. “I like being your hero, Bada.”

Chapter 5

#bada lee #swf #swf2 #bada lee swf #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #swf2 x reader #team bebe

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under-the-cherrytree · 2 years

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after that last angst request i just need more 👁️👁️ more angts, yes mhm

The Minamoto Brothers and the Yugi Twins

We get into a huge fight with them causing them to not talk to us, but the thing is we were messaging them that someone was follow us and the intention of killing us but they didnt read our messages

tw : mentions of murder

Teru, Kou, Amane, and Tsukasa when they are ignoring s/o and they are being followed❣︎

Warning: attempted murder, stalking, argument

A/n: hello hello!!

I enjoy writing angst but not so much receiving angst-

I also HEAVILY debated if S/o should die in this since you didn’t say, so if you wanted s/o to die I’m sorry-

This is also long so i hope it makes up for my slowness-

I hope you enjoy and have a good day or night!!

ALSO @mikeyelistsukasa HELPED ME WRITE KOU AND TSUKASA’S PART, PLEASE CHECK OUT HER ACCOUNT IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY!!<33

- Teru and you haven’t been talking much recently

- All because he was hanging out with someone who asked him out

- Teru has been friends with this person for a long time, and though you didn’t want to tell him who he should be friends with, it made you very angry

- You could tell this person still had feelings for him but Teru didn't seen to notice or care

- But when this person finally started to become more clingy with your boyfriend in front of you

- And this person knew you were dating Teru

- that's when you got pissed off

- You eventually confronted Teru about his“friend” and told him that they upset you

- Teru didn’t see a problem with it and your talk turned into an argument

- You two ended up fighting so bad you two ghosted each other

- And Teru was stubborn

- You stayed at school late and was walking home when you felt like you were being watched

- You used your phone camera to look behind you and you noticed someone who was wearing all black standing not too far away

- You ignored it, continuing your way home

- But when you got the weird feeling again, you looked to see the person not too far behind you again

- You felt your stomach drop, now knowing he was following you

- While you walked, you acted like you were taking a selfie and took a photo of the person in the background of the photo

- You messaged you boyfriend, saying this person was following you and you didn’t know what to do

- But he wasn’t checking his notifications from you, he was upset

- He wanted a night to cool off from the fight, thinking he will be able to talk to you tomorrow

- He was wrong about the reason you were calling.

- The next morning he went to school but you weren’t there

- It was odd

- By the time the lunch bell rang, he went to check his phone and thats when he saw those messages

- His heart sank when he realized why you weren’t at school.

- He quickly called your parentals, asking if you were okay

- Luckily for him, you survived but you were in the hospital after being stabbed 13 times

- Teru took the rest of the day off, waiting for more news

- After a day, the hospital allowed people to visit you and Teru was the first person to see you that day

- When he saw your condition, he felt his chest tighten

- He felt like this was his fault. You messaged him about this person following you and he didn’t help at all

- He couldn’t help you when you needed him too

“Y/n?” Teru knocked on your hospital door, walking into your room. You turned to him and felt your chest tighten seeing him. Last time you two talked, it was an argument and you thought you would never be able to see him again.

“T-Teru-“ You were about to speak but he quickly cut you off.

“Don’t say sorry. I should be the one apologizing. You told me about a concern you had and I didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I acted like a child when I ghosted you and if I looked at your messages… maybe you wouldn’t be in the hospital. I’m sorry Y/n…” Tears formed in Teru’s eyes as he could barely make eye contact with you. He felt like a jerk for igorning you for such a dumb reason.

“Teru… look at me..” He faced you when you called. “I love you so much, thank you for coming to visit me. I forgive you and I’m glad we were able to talk again.” You smiled softly.

“I am too… I’m so glad you are okay” Teru sat down on a chair next to you.

“I am as well, because I get to see you again” You giggled softly and his cheeks turned red. He leaned in and kissed your forehead softly

“I love you, Y/n”

“I love you too, Teru”

- Kou is very sweet and open minded so it’s hard to actually get in a fight with him

- But it’s possible

- Kou loves you but he doesn’t like seeing you in danger

- If you are anywhere near a bad supernatural (for him, that will be Tsukasa-) he will tell you to stay as far away as possible

- If you don’t listen to him, that's when a fight break out

- And this was an intense fight

- You both said some things you shouldn't have

- And you both went home angry

- He was rethinking if he might have been a bit too harsh on you

- But at the same time Kou doesn’t like to be the one being wrong.

- Why couldn’t you just understand that all he wanted to do is protect you

- He wants you to rely on him

- He slowly started to remember the fight that happened between you two so he decided to take his mind off by hanging out with Teru and Tiara

- Not to mention he needs to make dinner

- So he put his phone on his bed and left his room

- While you on the other hand decided to take a walk around the park in the evening

- Deciding how you two could make it up for one another

- You felt bad for not leaving since you know he only wanted to protect you

- But at the same time it annoyed you that he always babied you

- As if you need to be protected 24/7

- You were suddenly startled by the sudden voice next to you

- „Excuse me miss/mister do you by any chance have a lighter? I need it for my cigarette“

- „Huh? Oh no sorry i don’t smoke…“

- You saw the man having some weapon in the pocket and that made you nervous

- Who knows what that man plans to do?!

- You pretended you didn’t see anything and just started to walk away from the creepy man

- You messaged Kou about what just happened and that you might be in danger since

- It is then when you saw the same man still being behind you so you startet to speed walk and spam Kou

- Why didn’t he answer????

- Did that fight effect him that much?

- He wouldn’t be selfish enough to ignore such type of messages so you assumed his phone is dead or he doesn’t have it with you

- There was no near shop to help you either

- So you doing the most idiotic thing you could do

- Turned around to fight the person

- You can guess how it all ended up

- Kou came back after a tiresome day

- He checked his phone

- And let me tell you the shock he had after seeing your Message being „help“ „stalker“ „weapon“ ect. And many keyboard smashes

- He looked through all the photos and videos to find your location while grabbing his weapon and some bandages(just in case)

- And after figuring out in what park you were he ran as fast as he could ready to beat someone up

- After about 15 minutes he finally arrived and Oh my god he was glad he arrived on time

- You were on the ground bleeding out BUT still alive

- he quickly kneeled down next to you

- „s/o are you okay??? where are they?! Stay with me“

- Kou couldn’t think straight

- And all you could whisper is just „help“

- Kou took out his phone called an ambulance while taking out his bandages and wrapping them around you

- „Please s/o …stay with me. I still didn’t get the chance to properly apologize to you!!“

- You softened your face smiling at him

- „S/o? S/o!! Keep your eyes open please!!! S/O!!!!“

- was the last thing you heard before passing out

- ….

- You slowly woke up in a bright room

- Wait..did you actually make it???

- you saw your boyfriend sleeping next to you

- He must’ve been exhausted after all that happened so no wonder he is sleeping

- You poked his cheek trying to wake him up like that

- „Hng wh- s/o?- S/O!!!“

- „Yes yes its me S/o“ you laughed at his little excitement

- „I WAS SO WORRIED HOW ARE YOU!?!“

- You suddenly were being hugged without having the time to answer

- „K-kou- hurting!!hurting!!“

- Kou quickly let go of you

- „S-sorry i just got so excited!“

- „Don’t worry i understand…“

- You both stayed silent for a minute

- „S/o… i am-“

- „No need. I know you just wanted to protect me and i appreciate it…just don’t worry about me too much if im around a supernatural“

- „Weeeeell that will be hard especially after what just happend but I’ll try my best“

- You two laughed at Kou‘s silly remark and then gave eachother a ‚see you later‘ kiss

- Amane is normally chilled back but there are times where you two start fighting

- And it can be a small fight then he might insult you and you won’t take that well and insult him…

- And now a big fight has broken out

- Because of this, you two refuse to speak to each other for the rest of the day

- Amane went home that day pissed off and you stayed behind school for a while

- The sun started to set and you decided to walk back home

- You didn’t even notice you were being followed until it was too late

- You were pulled into an alley, not too far away from the school

- You were in a semi-crowded area so you wanted to be seen as fast as you could

- You tried to run away from the person who pulled you in

- But he had a weapon

- Before you could do anything else, you were shot in your leg and you fell to the ground

- The sound of the gun shot alerted people and you soon heard screaming

- The gunman run off and you could hear more shot being fired

- You shook, your leg bleeding

- You needed to tell someone

- You quickly called Amane but got no answer

- You messaged him and messaged him

- But he wasn’t looking at his messages

- He heard the buzzing on his phone but he ignored it, still mad at what you said to him

- Your cries of help turned into pleading and sorrys, thinking that this might be the last time you talked to him

- Your started saying “Amane, I’m shot in the leg, help me” to “I’m sorry for fighting, I love you so much, i don't want to leave you…”

- Soon police came and took you to the hospital

- And Amane had no idea what was going on…

- The morning came and Amane had slept on things

- He calmed down quite a bit and that's when he decided to read the messages

- He felt his heart sink when he slowly started to read the messages

- He skipped school that day, rushing to the hospital where you were at

- He begged the doctors to let him see you, tears in his eyes

- However, they said no, saying you were seeing a doctor at the moment

- So Amane waited passionately, trying to stop crying

- But soon he was allowed to see you

“Knock knock…” Amane knocked on the door as he said this, a small smile on his face.

“Yugi…?” You looked up at him.

“Hey… I’m sorry I didn’t see your messages sooner..” He said softly, sitting on a chair next to you. His eyes were red from crying and he could barely look you in the eye. He was a terrible boyfriend.

“It’s fine… I am alright now though.. well, kind of…”

“I’m just glad you survived… I couldn’t bare to lose you the way we left things” He felt tears starting to form in his eyes again.

“Amane… hey… it’s okay now, I’m not leaving you” You reached an arm out to him, wanting to cup his cheeks. He smiled softly and walked over to you, placing your hand on his cheek.

“I know we both said some things we shouldn’t have… but let’s forget about that, alright?” He nodded his head to your words.

“Yes… I’m so sorry… I love you so much..” He kisses the palm of your hand “We shouldn’t be fighting over dumb things.. I promise to be a better boyfriend, I will make every moment count..”

- You and Tsukasa had a fight because of his brother Amane

- „You lately never have time for me Tsukasa!“

- „BECAUSE IM BUSY HANGING OUT WITH AMANE“

- „WELL WHAT ABOUT ME?“

- „AMANE IS MORE IMPORTANT HE NEEDS MY ATTENTION YOU STUPID WITCH“

- Witch? Really? You thought to yourself

- „WHATEVER“

- you scoffed and went on your way home while Tsukasa went on his way to his brother

- „Seriously of all the insults he could say he chose witch? that idiot“

- You were jealous of Amane since he was constantly with Tsukasa

- Though you don’t blame Amane he once confronted that Tsukasa just loves spending time with him and he barely spends time with his own friends because Tsukasa is so clingy and he doesn’t really know what has gotten into him lately

- You were more mad at Tsukasa than Amane after hearing that

- He is so complicated to understand time to time

- You put your headphones on and went on your way home

- Today you guys had a long day at school so no wonder it’s already dark outside

- You went into a shop to buy some snacks because you planned on watching a film to forget today‘s incident

- After buying what you wanted you went outside and noticed a strange man leaving the shop after you

- You didn’t pay the man much attention

- That is until you noticed the man already following the same path as you for the past 30 minutes

- You didn’t know what to do other than Message Tsukasa so that he can come and bring you company and ofc protect you in case something Happens

- And that’s what you did

- Unlucky for you Tsukasa felt his phone vibrating but he didn’t bother answering thinking its you probably already asking for forgiveness (that jerk)

- And not to mention he is busy playing video games with his brother! You can wait

- Except you actually couldn’t wait right now

- You can get kidnapped or worse get killed in any minute

- You decided to take a shortcut so that you could enter some shop

- Surely they won’t attack in the shop right? Right????

- What did you do to deserve this…

- You were able to enter the shop and OH WHAT A COINCIDENCE

- the stalker had ended up stabbing you and the owner in the shop he didn’t stab you to death thinking you would bleed out eventually

- He robbed you both and left while also shutting the door of the shop

- You couldn’t get out and Tsukasa wasn’t answering so with all your might you had you called the police and said everything before passing out

- You didn’t come to school the next day and that made Tsukasa mad because he didn’t think you would be that mad

- He didn’t even check his phone ???? Like u idiot-

- So he went home and turned on the tv

- And that’s when he saw the news

- „2 people being stabbed an old man and a Highschool girl/boy. Sadly the old man had passed away due to the big wound he got. Fortunately the young girl/boy survived and is currently recovering“

- Tsukasa grabbed his phone and saw all the Messages you had sended him

- He wasn’t sure if he should visit you since he did kinda feel guilty (wow tsukasa and guilt? That’s new)

- So he rushed to his brother and asked for advice

- …..

- He bursted into the room without even knocking

- You were startled and almost spilled your cup of water by the sudden door slamming

- „S/OOOOOOOOOO-„

- „TSUKASAAAAAAAA-„

- Nvm you spilled your water

- Oh both of you

- „You jerk! Don’t you know you dont hug injured people???“

- „I am sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyy“

- You looked at him and you could tell he was genuine with his apology

- „I-i brought you chocolate but i ate half of it on my way to you“

- You couldn’t help but laugh

- „Alright alright i forgive you. But you own me a date“

- You gave him a small kiss on his on his cheek as a thank for the…half chocolate?

- „YESYESYESYESSSS I PROMISE“

- You two ended up playing truth or dare in the hospital

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haitaniapologist · 1 year

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THE BEST BIRTHDAY GIFT ( haitani rindou x reader )

╰┈➤ he's insufferable, but he's yours.

pairings — haitani rindou x fem!reader.

warnings — fluff fluff fluff. no other warnings. no proofread lmao

word count — 1.3k

notes — this is for @softbajis (bc it's her birthday!!!) so it's very self indulgent but for her. anyways i hope everyone will enjoy nonetheless. also hal knows how much i love her, but let me say this here again: i wouldn't mind being killed in the 13th century if that meant i'd be able to call you my best friend for all of our lives, haleema. happy birthday!

sometimes he couldn’t understand how he was so lucky.

haitani rindou has helped his brother kill a guy when he was in the tender age of thirteen, helped him raise an empire while being a teenager, saw and even helped with the planning of disgraceful acts while being in tenjiku. he was sure no god would ever look at him with good eyes, never expecting good things to happen in his life — he didn’t deserve them. rindou was a monster in disguise, using a beautiful face to lure both men and women alike to their downfall.

but when he met you, he wished he had been a little more good so he would be able to call you his.

you used to be under shuji’s wing and that used to make his blood burn with nothing but pure and raw hatred, a feeling that rindou wasn’t supposed to feel as one of bonten’s executives. he was supposed to be calm, collected and to think before doing anything else — but he couldn’t help but to feel those irrational feelings whenever he saw you laughing too excitedly to any of hanma’s poor excuse of jokes.

and the worst part was that he thought you weren’t interested in him, that hanma occupied your whole world and blinded you to any other person trying to reach you. but nobody was there to tell him otherwise, and it seemed as if his fellow executive didn’t want to share you with anyone else, so he swallowed his pride and accepted defeat in a battle he didn’t even enter.

but despite his acceptance of defeat, he still had one soldier fighting: haitani ran would never accept seeing his little brother looking so crestfallen, as if he was a puppy and you had kicked him when he tried to approach. rindou never tried, actually, and that was the truth — he didn’t even try to do something, the voices in his head too loud and blinded him to see how your face would lighten up whenever his purple mullet appeared in the room, or how your eyes would always find his figure even thought you were laughing at one of shuji’s jokes.

ran didn’t raise rindou to be a coward.

sharing his first conversation with you, ran discovered the depth of your feelings towards his younger brother and how you and shuji were only best friends. you both had gone through things nobody could think of, staying at each other’s side through thick and thin, and ran could now understand why you always felt so comfortable around hanma’s company and why you worked for him in such a dangerous organization.

but the story of how you became rindou’s woman was embarrassing, at least to him, but endearing at the same time — he would never forget how you patched him up after a failed mission, or the glint of worry in your eyes when he winced and gasped when you put pressure on his gun’s injuries. he was supposed to be protecting you, being appointed by mikey as your “bodyguard” due to the death threats you were receiving from bonten’s enemies, and not making you worry. he felt like a little kid watching as how your eyes teared up, hands aching to hold your face and whisper how much it pained him to see the woman he loved crying for him.

but he couldn’t. you had become his best friend in the weeks he spent protecting you, and he couldn’t ruin the purest thing he had in his life. every relationship he had was tainted with guns, drugs or meaningless accords, but not you — you and rindou had grown closer without any second intentions, just the raw need of having someone to make you laugh and forget about the world’s problems for a little while. and he couldn’t ruin that with useless feelings, feelings that would make him weak and prone to do reckless things just to see a smile on your face.

“i love you.” you whispered when you were finished, body between his legs and hands resting on his shoulders. “stop hurting yourself, rin. if not for your well-being, then for mine.”

too stunned to speak, he watched as you continued. “it doesn’t matter if you don’t feel the same, i doubt you ever will. but stop this ache on my chest whenever you are away, and promise me you’ll stay out of harm’s way.” you poured such vulnerable words as if they were nothing, and rindou felt drawn to them — he wasn’t used to being vulnerable, his own vulnerability repulsing him to the point of throwing up, but yours was beautiful. the way your eyes shone with tears glossing them, the way your words pierced his heart but at the same time healed the wounds.

the words failed him but, before you could get away from his presence and probably ask mikey to change your bodyguard, he brought your body closer to his, lips ghosting your own — he was afraid to kiss you, afraid that the feeling of his lips on yours would make you wake up and noticed that, somehow, your feelings weren’t true and you were truly in love with hanma. but you only pressed them hard against his, and he could feel the taste of your strawberry chapstick and tears on your lips.

from now on, you two became inseparable. and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was, how good life was being to him. whenever you smiled at him, or kissed him goodbye before he left for a mission, or said how handsome and how much you loved him during random times of the times, he was afraid it would be the last time and lady destiny was going to notice how good he was being to such a scarred man.

however, you proved him wrong, staying at his side through everything, even though he was being stubborn and said hurtful things for you. but he tried to be better for you every day, tried to control his tongue and be a better human being — and he noticed how his influence changed you, too, making you more relaxed and ready to experience new things without the fear of being judged. you were already perfect without him, an angel in disguise, but he loved to see how bolder you became after dating him.

there was nothing more arousing than to see you bite back whenever one of the guys tried to tease you.

“what are you thinking, rin-rin?” you asked, head resting on his bare shoulder and fingers tracing with the most delicacy his bonten tattoo. you noticed how quiet he became while listening to the things you did with your friends for your birthday. you giggled when he playfully rolled his eyes at the silly nickname you gave him before you two were dating, nuzzling your face on his skin.

“just how lucky i am.” he decided not to lie, as he wanted you to be sure how much he loved you. he wasn’t the best with words and actions, like ran was, and sometimes he was afraid that you didn’t know how important you were to him. “how lucky i am to have you in life.”

you giggled once more, and rindou knew your cheeks were red because of his words. “you’re the best birthday gift i ever had, you know it, right?” ran had joked that rindou should’ve put a ribbon on his hair and give himself as your birthday gift, instead of the brazilian amethyst nickname he gave you — something you were eyeing for some time now, and he bought it before you could say how beautiful he was before the second time.

“i thought it was the necklace i gave you.” he joked and snorted when you playfully hit his chest and pouted. “you said it this morning!”

“you’re insufferable.” you tried to turn around on his hold, but rindou held you even tighter, arms around your waist to keep exactly where you were.

“but you love me for it.”

“.... yes.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #haitani rindou #haitani rindou x reader

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months

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Ahhh okay normally I’m a reader that loves to enjoy your writing and not a requester but these Willy fics and how well you bring others ideas to life have inspired me! (I apologize if this is a weird ask) I am obsessed with the pictures of him with the lil journalist kids and the article that came out about him and Alex as kids playing hockey and being BFFs and was wondering if you’d write something about being in Sweden and having it be the first real moment when you realize you want Will to be the father of your kids and although you know neither of you are ready for one yet the admission of you wanting kids with him, being around family and not having a lot of alone time with you since landing down makes him broody and want to get some baby making practice in with you🤭

Oh honey, I am living for this! 😊 Willy with kids is just beyond what my ovaries can handle (in a good way of course) ❤️ and love, thank you so much for your sweet sweet comment and no requests are too weird on this page 😉 I’m always open for inspiration! (Sorry I didn’t include the smutty part; let me know if that’s a wish 😉)

"I swear, those two were inseparable!" Camilla beamed, sharing heartwarming childhood memories of your boyfriend Willy and his brother Alex. "They competed in everything, and I really mean everything.

"That's so adorable," you chuckled, absorbing every detail of the proud Swedish mother's story.

"It truly was. These boys always shared something special between them. And watching them grow up while maintaining that connection makes a mother incredibly proud," she said, trying to hold back tears of joy.

"You have such an amazing family, Camilla," you expressed with genuine admiration. "You all seem so close; it's just truly wonderful." Your voice resonated with sincerity.

"Well, y/n, you're part of this family now," she chuckled. "We're all thrilled that William found you. He absolutely adores you."

You couldn't help but smile at her sweet words.

"Well, I adore him just as much."

"I know, we all can see it," Camilla remarked. "And who knows, perhaps one day, you and Willy will also contribute to this family," she teased with a playful wink, though her undertone hinted at a hopeful sentiment.

And as both of you smiled and chuckled together, observing William with his father Michael, you sensed a subtle shift within yourself.

You knew you loved William deeply. That much was certain.

And over the past couple of years of being together, you sensed that your relationship was slowly evolving into something more profound.

Initially, meeting Willy was meant to be a casual hookup, as you'd weren’t really looking for a long-term serious relationship. But things quickly shifted.

The more time you spend together, the deeper your bond got, and both of you found it difficult to let go.

Yet, being a typical young man, William struggled with expressing his feelings. Coupled with his demanding hockey schedule, being together simply wasn't easy.

And with those challenges, you had to gather the courage to bring it up. Through tearful eyes and a trembling voice, you knew you had to confront him.

"Either you tell me how you feel, Willy, or we can't continue like this! I have strong feelings about you, and I'm trying my best to adjust to your busy schedule. But if you don't want this, I need you to be honest with me so I can move on."

Those had been your words, which naturally had caused you a lot of discomfort and anxiety, yet deep down, you believed it was necessary and the right course of action.

And luckily, William had no intention of losing you. It took him a few days to realise and find the right words, but eventually, he found the courage to express his feelings.

And since then, you've been together, supporting each other through thick and thin.

And tonight, you were there with his family.

From the moment you met them, they welcomed you wholeheartedly into their arms. William wasted no time introducing you during one of their family video calls, and his pride in you was heartwarming.

Following meeting them in-person during the offseason was a truly wonderful experience. Right from the start, Alex and their sisters naturally teased William about you, and before long, you became an integral part of the Nylander inner circle, which became clear when the banter extended to include you.

However, you didn't hold back in returning the teasing, and the family absolutely loved your lively comebacks.

***

But something became different tonight, as you accompanied Camilla while William attended media engagements during the Global Series tour.

While observing your boyfriend amidst his bustling schedule, his broad smiles, infectious laughter, and his genuine radiance in his Scandinavian home of Sweden didn't escape your notice. It was clear that Sweden was where he truly belonged.

However, a new sensation emerged when a group of children approached the hockey players for a journalistic interaction. A sudden yearning for a child stirred deep within your abdomen.

Which was an unfamiliar feeling for you.

But watching your boyfriend exude such happiness and warmth around those children triggered a vivid image: a miniature version of Willy Nylander (or perhaps two), accompanying you both as you grew old together.

Maybe Camilla's words had triggered something, but regardless, you could almost hear your own ovaries clapping.

And your lingering gaze didn't escape the Swedes’s notice.

"He seems to be having a good time out there," she remarked, flashing a warm smile.

"Yeah, he truly does," you replied, trying to mask your thoughts with a deep breath, yet failing to conceal them entirely.

"He's always had a way with kids, you know," she winked before heading off to meet her husband.

Well, that did not calm down your uterus…

****

Later in the evening, you found yourself back in the hotel room with William after a day brimming with interviews, conversations, and hockey training - a schedule that left him longing to be with you.

Since their arrival in Sweden, he had yearned for your company, yet his packed schedule hardly allowed for it. However, witnessing your radiant smile around his family had put him at ease, and made him even more sure of the fact that you belonged with him.

And as you were getting yourselves ready for bed, you paced between the bathroom and the bedroom, seemingly indecisive. Abruptly stopping, turning, then hesitating before retracing your steps back to the bathroom.

"Babe," William chuckled from the bed, casually lounging under the covers. "What's going on?" His playful tone filled the room.

"Nothing... it's nothing," you replied, attempting to sound confident. But with a raised eyebrow, William sat up on the bed, prompting him to question you further.

"Come on, I can tell something's up," he insisted from the bed.

With a small sigh, acknowledging that he was on to you, you slowly approached the bed.

Glancing down at your palm for a moment, you then met his expectant gaze.

"Do you... ever... think about us... as a family?" you asked, a tinge of uncertainty evident in your voice.

The question itself didn't necessarily embarrass you, but a part of you wondered if it might be too early to broach the subject.

But William's response caught you off guard.

"Of course," he chuckled. "I mean, it's not a daily thought, but seeing the other boys with their families has made me think about it once in a while."

His smile exuded pride and confidence, yet a hint of embarrassment lingered beneath the surface.

William had never been the type to envision himself having children, not with his previous girlfriend or at any other point. However, witnessing more of his teammates embrace parenthood and witnessing the joy of family moments at the rink and in their homes reminded him of his own time with his family.

All the cherished moments he had experienced over the years with those he held dear, moving across North America and spending summers and holidays in Sweden.

In fact, something had happened a few months ago, during the off-season when he had taken you along to travel with his family; he realized that you were the one he wanted to build his own family with. However, he hadn't voiced these thoughts. Uncertain of your feelings on the matter, he struggled to initiate the conversation.

With a wide smile adorning your face, you joined him on the bed, pulling him into a deep kiss. In that moment, you were more certain than ever that this man would be the father of your children and the person you'd spend every day with.

Pulling back slightly, you maintained a smile, keeping a comfortable distance between the two of you.

"But, just to clarify, it doesn't have to happen right now... right?" You asked with a light chuckle.

"No, not right now. But I'm glad we both agree that it's in our future," he replied with a smile, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your eyes locked.

“Good.”

"But... how about we practice for it? You know, just to make sure we'll be well-prepared," he teased, wearing a mischievous expression.

"Oh, I definitely like that idea," you chuckled.

William returned your smirk, drawing you in closer by placing his hands on your waist and connecting your lips once more.

#my asks #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs fic #nhl hockey imagine #wn88 imagine

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cardinal-copia-popia · 1 year

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You and Only You

I know I'm late for Valentine's Day (today was busier than expected), but I finally got this one-shot done that I've been working on for months now at this point. Enjoy!

Summary: Copia is ready to take things to the next level with you, but his insecurities get in the way.

Mirrored here on AO3

NSFW under the cut

Copia nervously checked his appearance again, passing a hand over his hair to smooth down an errant strand. He then cleared his throat and set his shoulders.

“Hello, cara mia,” he said to himself in the mirror and held out the bouquet of roses clutched in his hand. “These, uh… These are for you. I picked them myself.” Copia sighed, shook his head, and straightened again. “Hello, cara mia. You look lovely tonight. For you.” He held out the roses again. “Better,” he said with a nod and headed out the door.

He had been looking forward to his date with you for over a week now, having big plans in mind. Primo had been kind enough to let him use a part of the garden for this evening, as well as allowing him to pick some roses.

Copia was beyond nervous, but he was also excited. He had every intention of finally telling you that he loved you, mostly confident that you felt the same. And if things went according to plan, well, then he would let things progress naturally from there. He would finally let it happen.

He was on his way now to pick you up, his pace quick and a skip in his step. He just wanted to see you again, to be near you again, even if he chickened out and did not confess.

Copia came upon the place he knew you would be waiting, but the bench was empty. Instead, he found you in the room at the end of the hall — the room typically used by Primo, Secondo, and Terzo to play UNO. He heard your laugh before he saw you. It made him smile.

But then you came into view, and his smile fell. There you were, seated between Secondo and Terzo, cards in one hand and your other on Terzo’s arm as you laughed at whatever he had said. Terzo leaned close, a lascivious smirk on his lips, and said something else, making you laugh even harder before swatting at him to get him away.

Copia’s shoulders dropped, an ache forming in his chest. He never got you to laugh like that… He knew he was not like Terzo, or Secondo for that matter, but how could he compete with them? Especially when you seemed to enjoy their company so much. Dejectedly, with tears stinging his eyes, Copia turned away, dropping the roses into the trash bin in the hallway.

Meanwhile, you shoved Terzo away. “You’re terrible!” you exclaimed.

Terzo chuckled. “Am I wrong?”

“Doesn’t matter! Don’t talk about Copia like that! So what if he is? That just makes me like him even more.” Terzo had been teasing you about your relationship with Copia, but now he was beginning to get a little too personal. You had to defend your boyfriend.

Secondo shook his head. “You won’t change her mind, Fratellino. She is too smitten with the cardinale.”

“Hmph, well, perhaps this will be good for him,” Terzo said, sniffing dismissively. “Give him a boost of confidence.”

You shook your head, glancing toward the door. Copia was late, which was why you started playing UNO with Terzo and Secondo in the first place. You had been waiting in the hallway at first, but Terzo had seen you and invited you to sit and talk with him and his brother. You were enjoying yourself, but you were more impatient for Copia to arrive.

Terzo noticed your distraction. “He will be here, Sorella.”

“This is Copia we’re talking about, Papa. He’s rarely ever late.”

“Well, then,” Secondo said, laying his cards down. “Why don’t we go look for him, hm?” He stood and then pinned Terzo with a severe look. “Do not look at my cards. I will know.”

Terzo smiled innocently at him, or as innocent as Terzo could look. You chuckled and shook your head. This was why you liked hanging out with them. And you appreciated Secondo’s offer, so you quickly followed him.

You walked a little way down the hallway, half expecting to see Copia round the corner. Your shoulders dropped, disappointed. Where was he? You just turned back toward Terzo, who called your name.

He was standing by the bench you had been sitting on earlier, lifting a bouquet of roses out of the trash bin next to it. “These are freshly picked. I, uh… think these might have been meant for you.”

Now, your hopes dropped even more. Copia had been here but left. “Why would he have thrown them away?”

Terzo frowned and looked at Secondo, who was staring at the roses thoughtfully.

“Perhaps he saw you with us and got the wrong impression,” Secondo offered.

“But I—” you began, but as you looked at Terzo, you realized Secondo was probably right. It was no secret that you and Terzo were close, but you were only friends. At least, to you and Terzo, that was the case. You understood how others might think there might be more, especially with how comfortable the two of you were around each other. That was likely what Copia saw and chickened out. You knew he had been dubious about you returning his feelings at first, so this made sense. And it hurt. You loved him; why could he not see it?

You grabbed the roses from Terzo and hurried back down the hallway.

“Sorella?” Terzo called after you.

“I’ve got to find him!” you called back.

You knew Copia well enough to know he was likely in his office, which turned out to be the case. You knocked, but you did not wait for his answer. He was seated at his desk, obviously trying to look busy, but you could tell by the set of his shoulders and the furrow in his brow that he was distracted. Still, you kept your expression neutral, wanting to find out the truth first.

You slowly approached his desk, holding the roses behind your back, noting that he glanced up at you and tensed. “Copia?”

“Sì, Sorella?” You winced. He never called you ‘Sorella’ nowadays. “What can I do for you?”

“I was waiting for you. I thought we had plans.”

“Something came up,” Copia replied simply, still not looking at you. He was nervously sifting through some papers, the only thing that betrayed his unease. “I am sorry; I should have sent word to you.”

Now you felt angry. You revealed the roses and dropped them onto his desk. Copia cringed and ceased his movements, sitting back in his chair, knowing he could not get out of this so easily.

“You left these,” you said, willing your voice to remain level. You were hurt, more so because he would think, after all this time, that you might be… cheating on him. “In a trashcan.”

He looked away, now more obviously upset. “You were busy. You seemed to be having a much better time with Terzo.”

“I was waiting for you, and Terzo invited me to play UNO to pass the time,” you replied evenly. "That's all."

Copia stood slowly, tensely. "I see. Well… Perhaps it would be best if we, uh… Postponed."

His hands were clenched at his side as if he was trying to hold it together, but you could see his expression begin to crumple. You quickly stepped around the desk, putting yourself between it and him.

"Copia, please talk to me. This is more than just about Terzo, isn't it?"

Now you could see tears fill his eyes though he was refusing to look at you. He shook his head. "It's nothing."

"This isn't nothing," you said gently, reaching up to touch his cheek. He immediately turned his face into your touch.

"I think too much sometimes," he admitted quietly. “I think that… That I am not good enough for you. I mean, how could you—” He broke off, swallowing hard.

You tried to meet his eyes, but he refused. “How could I what?”

"How could you love someone like me?"

Your heart broke at the quiet, pain-filled question. Tears welled in your eyes. “Oh, Copia,” you whispered, taking his face in your hands and kissing him on the cheek. “Sweetheart… I do love you. And I was hoping to tell you tonight. I love you, Copia, and I hope you feel the same.”

Copia looked up at you, his eyes shining. He looked almost scared but mostly unbelieving. “You love me?”

“Yes, I do,” you responded, smiling and stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “I have for some time.”

“I love you, too, cara mia,” he whispered.

You closed the distance between the two of you and kissed him gently. Copia whimpered slightly, pressing closer to you, his hands coming to rest on your hips. You smiled into the kiss, still lightly stroking his cheeks.

“My sweet Copia, I love you so much.”

He pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you so much, too, tesoro mio. So much it hurts sometimes. And I am sorry I have ruined this evening.”

“You haven’t,” you assured, shaking your head. “The night’s still young.”

“I had so much planned… A picnic out in the garden, dancing under the stars….”

“We can still do that.”

Copia pulled away from you, looking ashamed. “I am sorry, cara mia, I… I gave away our picnic to a couple of siblings I passed by on my way here, thinking I would not need it anymore...”

You pulled him back to you and tilted his head up to look at you. You hated seeing him look so sad. “We can still dance. We can dance right here if you want. I don’t care what we do, Copia, so long as I get to spend time with you.”

He gazed at you for a long moment, hope now glimmering in his eyes, before nodding. “Sì. Sì, we will dance.”

He led you away from the desk and hesitantly took you into his arms. You smiled warmly at him, hoping to ease his nerves. There was no music, but you did not need any. The only thing that mattered was being in each other's arms, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes.

You eventually ended up resting your head against his chest, where you could hear his heart beating. Copia rested his head against yours, his arms snug around you, keeping you as close as possible while still being able to sway back and forth.

After several long moments of this, you felt him take a deep breath. "I had other plans for this evening as well, amore," he said quietly, hesitantly. "But this is perfect enough… More than perfect."

"What were they?" you asked, lifting your head to look at him.

There was a deep blush on his cheeks as he continued to hesitate. "I, uh… Well, since we were to be outside under the stars, after dinner and dancing, I had hoped…" He cleared his throat and closed his eyes. "I had hoped, perhaps, we… might make love."

You stared at him for a long moment, the love you felt for him making your chest feel tight and his admission sending a thrill through you.

"We could still do that, too," you whispered. Copia's eyes shot open, obviously not expecting your response. You smiled. "Maybe not outside under the stars, but right here. We can save the other for another time."

Copia swallowed hard. "You want to do it here? Now?"

"Only if you want to," you said, lifting your hand to his cheek again. Copia practically melted into your touch.

"I want to, amore. Satana, I want to, more than anything. I want to finally become one with you."

You kissed him gently before steering him toward the couch near the window of his office. You would not even think about locking the door until later, but it was late enough in the evening that no one should be coming by.

You climbed onto Copia's lap once he was seated and took a moment to admire him. He was looking up at you, wide-eyed, waiting to see what you would do.

"Above all else, Copia," you murmured, your fingers tracing over his face, memorizing everything about his features, "know that I love you and only you. You are who I want, who I crave, who I love. I love you because you're you and all that entails. Never forget that."

Copia whispered your name, and fresh tears filled his eyes. You had not meant to make him cry again, even if they were happy tears. But no more tears tonight, you decided. Tonight, the pair of you were going to bed together, to sleep tucked safely and securely in each other's arms, how it should be. How it should always have been.

But right now, you needed to help him forget what had transpired earlier, to forget that he had seen you talking and laughing with Terzo. To forget that he had ever felt heartache at the thought of you not loving him.

You would prove to him that you did, even if it took a lifetime. And that was what you wanted with him. You wanted forever.

You kissed Copia gently at first, but with his hands tentatively caressing you, the kiss became passionate quickly. Fortunately, you could tell it was working in distracting him. He seemed to lose himself and got bolder with his hands, even going so far as to move them between you to knead your breasts. You both broke the kiss simultaneously, letting out shaky breaths.

He whispered your name again, this time heatedly, lustfully. It sent fire through your veins, the heat settling between your legs that made you ache for him.

You kissed him hard now, making him hum and pull you tighter to him by your hips. The movement pressed your core against his crotch, letting you feel him begin to harden within the confines of his pants under his cassock. You kissed and nipped at his lips before sweeping your tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his. Copia moaned more loudly this time, his body reacting immediately. The heat between you two was becoming nearly unbearable with your clothes on.

You pulled away by sucking on his bottom lip, drawing out a whimper from him, and then glanced down between the two of you at where he was helplessly grinding against you.

"I want you, Copia," you breathed, meeting the movements of his hips with your own. You also moaned, just as desperate as him for more. "I need you."

Copia's head fell back against the couch as he nodded jerkily, his eyes squeezed closed. "Sì! Sì, per favore, amore mio. Ho bisogno di essere dentro di te. Per favore, l'ho desiderato per così tanto tempo.”

You dipped your head, pressing your lips over his pulse point to feel the blood racing through his veins. "Too long," you whispered. You grabbed his chin, getting him to look at you. The look of unadulterated want and desire in his half-lidded, mismatched gaze thrilled you even more. "Fuck me, Copia. Please."

His eyes widened as he stared at you for a moment before nodding. "Sì, sì. Let me…"

He pushed you back on his lap enough to begin fumbling with the buttons on his cassock. You could see his hands trembling, so you quickly covered them and smiled sweetly at him. Oh, how you loved this man…

"Let me help," you said, pulling him to his feet.

Both of you now a tad calmer, you set about undressing each other, though as each layer disappeared, the desperateness and nervousness returned. Copia had you mostly undressed first. He moaned softly at the sight of you clad in only your underwear.

"Caro Satana, sei bellissima. Come può una persona così bella essere attratta da me?"

"Because you're you, my love," you told him as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. With a shaky breath, you lightly ran your hands over his bare chest, your fingers tangling in the hair there. "You're gorgeous and perfect, and Satan, look at you…"

Copia gasped and pushed his hips into your touch as you cupped him through his pants. You kissed him again.

"And I want you to take me," you murmured. "Make love to me."

You stepped away from him and laid down on the couch, stretched out in invitation. Copia's ravenous gaze was glued to you as he drank in the sight. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes, finally leaving him standing before you, naked. Your desire for him grew, and your fingers itched to touch him as your gaze dropped to his heavy, erect, and leaking cock that betrayed just how desperate he was for you; you ached to be filled by him.

"Wait," you said quickly, sitting up and stopping him before he could climb on top of you.

He let out a shaky breath as your attention focused on his cock. You wrapped your hand around his hard, heated flesh, using the precum that had gathered at the tip to help slick your movements as you stroked him.

"Cazzo, amore, non troppo. Non durerò," he gasped.

You wanted to taste him, to make him come totally undone by your mouth, but that would have to wait. Still, you leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, drawing out a pitiful whine from him. He wanted it, too.

"Another time," you said, releasing him and laying back again. You pulled your underwear off and tossed them away. You could not help but smile at Copia's groan as you parted your legs, baring yourself entirely to his gaze. "Come here, my love."

Copia knelt on the couch between your legs, his eyes never leaving your glistening core. He reached out tentatively to touch you. You both moaned.

"Ti ho davvero fatto così bagnato?" he whispered, easily slipping a finger into you.

"Yes," you gasped. "You have. Please, Copia, I'm ready. I need you."

All he could do was nod, his breath now coming faster as he grasped his shaft and shuffled close enough to drag the head of his cock down from your clit to your entrance and back up again. He did this a few times until he could not take it anymore. Your hands tightly gripped the couch as he lined himself up and began to ease himself into you. Both of you moaned as he slowly filled you, overwhelmed by the feeling of finally becoming one. Why had it taken you so long?

“I will not last long, amore; I am sorry,” he said through gritted teeth as he began moving, his thrusts slow and deliberate.

Each drag and push of his cock within you had you gasping for breath. “Neither will I,” you managed to respond and pulled him down to kiss him again. Copia clutched at the cushion beneath you as his thrusts sped up. “Copia,” you whined. “I love you so much. And you feel so good.”

He whimpered and began muttering broken phrases of praise and love in his native tongue. Knowing he was so close — that you had overwhelmed him to enough to have him already on the edge — and likely holding on for your sake thrilled you and pushed you closer that much faster. You clung to his shoulders.

"Copia," you gasped. "You can let go."

His hips stuttered, and he sucked in a sharp breath. "But—"

"It's okay. Let. Go."

Copia moaned, his thrusts becoming frantic. In the next few moments, you felt him tense and begin to cum. You followed him over a second later, crying out his name in your pleasure as your walls squeezed and milked him for all he was worth. You held onto each other tightly, sighing and gasping for breath as the last waves of pleasure ebbed away, leaving you a panting, sweaty mess of tangled limbs on the narrow couch. Copia pressed close to you, breathing you in while you stroked your fingers through his hair, basking in all that was him. Your dear, sweet Copia, who meant the world to you.

“I had never done that before,” he whispered into your neck after several long moments.

You kissed his forehead. “I know.”

Copia lifted up, his brow furrowed and his expression concerned. “You did?”

“Yes.” You caressed his cheek. “And thank you.”

“For what?”

“Trusting me.”

His cheeks flushed, and he looked away. “I am sorry I did not last longer…”

“Copia, look at me,” you whispered. He lifted his gaze back to yours. “It was perfect. You were perfect. And besides, there’s always next time.”

He seemed to perk up at that, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Next time?”

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, Cardinal. I’m not even done with you tonight.”

Now, his smirk widened. “Sì? I have more to look forward to then?”

“Oh, absolutely. I hope you’re ready.”

He kissed you briefly. “For you, amore, always.”

You suddenly heard what sounded like snickering coming from the other side of the door, followed by a muffled slap and an insistent shushing. You and Copia gave each other a knowing look and heard the hasty retreat of your eavesdroppers.

"Terzo," you said.

"And Secondo," Copia added. Then you both started chuckling. "Perhaps now Terzo will stop teasing me."

You raised an eyebrow. "That'll be the day. He'll likely only tease you more now. And me."

"Hmph… Only because he is jealous that he does not have what I have."

You draped your arms around his neck and drew him back down to you. "Oh? And what is that?"

Copia smiled a true, genuine, happy, and content smile. "You, amore mio."

END

Translations:

Ho bisogno di essere dentro di te. Per favore, l'ho desiderato per così tanto tempo - I need to be inside you. Please, I've wanted it for so long.

Caro Satana, sei bellissima. Come può una persona così bella essere attratta da me? - Dear Satan, you're beautiful. How could someone so beautiful be attracted to me?

Non troppo. non durerò - Not too much. I won't last

Ti ho davvero fatto così bagnato? - Have I really made you this wet?

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lacelynpage · 1 year

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Hello. Can i request one of your famous Sherlock preferences please? With a S/O with a resting bitch face.

My phather, my brothers and i have resting bitch face. Sometimes people around us ask if we are upset, my sister in law mock us (all in healthy fun ofcourse), and my mother is always scolding us about no one wanting to be near us. Is something that hauntes me every day.

A/N: famous??? Why thank you Darling! its been 100 years since I posted but I really enjoyed this idea, so I just had to write it. I'm so sorry you got scolded for that, its not like look could help it. I completely understand though, people always think I'm on the verge of tears, its strange. But I hope you enjoy what I've written! have a wonderful day Darling!

Resting Bitch Face~ Sherlock Preferences

Sherlock:

With the RBF that Sherlock has he really doesn't have room to comment on yours. If a stranger were to see you both staring off into space together they would think you are the most unhappy couple in the world. It doesn't bother either of you much though, you're both perfectly happy together. Even if you were actually upset it would take a lot for Sherlock to notice. He knows that's just how your face looks and loves it all the same.

John:

It took him some getting used to. John thought you were constantly mad at him for about the first two months of your relationship. Assuming that one of his habits annoyed you to no end. Once he got to know you better though he realized that's just how you looked and learned to appreciate the beauty in it. He also learned to tell the differences in your face when you are actually upset which helped a lot. He still gets it wrong sometimes but its all out of love so you don't mind.

Mycroft:

He just knows. Sometimes it's like Mycroft is psychic. After about a week of spending a good amount of time together he could read you like a book. He knew what your resting face looked like. He knew that when your right eyebrow was raised a little it meant you were confused. With his skills he memorized your face so that he never had to guess, he just knew. It was incredible and freaky all at the same time. Though it was kinda nice that he never asked unnecessarily.

Greg:

Bless his heart, Greg always gets worried. No matter how many times you tell him it’s just how you look he doesn't get it. He is nearly constantly convinced you are upset in some way. It's incredibly sweet sometimes, when it is clear he is just making sure you are happy. It's not so sweet when he pesters you about it so much that you do actually get mad. He never means to, he only has the best of intentions, but when he doesnt shut up with the “are you alright, Love?” “Did I do something to upset you?” “Do you want me to fetch you something? Would that make it better?” it can drive you up a wall.

Moriarty:

He's obsessed. The coldness in your gaze always makes him smile. When you are reading or even just looking into the distance he loves to see how uninterested you look. He finds it fascinating. More than a few times you have caught him mimicking your expression. He has a fairly good RBF himself but he says that he has crafted it after yours.

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The Type You Save ~ S I X T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: the penaultimate chapter

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: F I F T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Steve woke up with pain. Shit, he thought to himself. The light in the room was blinding, not helping the headache he had at all. He blinked slowly trying to orient himself. He went to massage his head but found he couldn’t move. This is what finally brought him into full consciousness. He looked to see Nate sitting next to him, tied to the chair with his arms behind his back. He finally lifted his head and saw Alex in front of him, also tied to a chair but gagged. He could see that she had been crying. “Alex?”

“Ah, Captain Rogers, good to see you are finally awake.” A man in a crisp suit stood in front of him. “I don’t believe we have met. Christian Grey.”

Steve stared daggers at the man. “You’re the asshole that is trying to rip my family apart. Trying to take my brother’s wife. My nephew’s mother.”

“She is mine,” Christian snarled. “She was always mine.” He punched Steve in the face. Steve raised his face back up, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his lip. Alex muffled scream came from across the room. A laugh could be heard, and he looked to see another man with Zemo standing next to him.

Christian walked over to Nate. “I knew you would betray me, Nathaniel. You were always weak, especially for my girl.”

“She was never your girl.” Nate looked defiantly towards him. “You took an innocent girl and ruined her. I did everything to protect her. You just wanted to fuck her up. We had a code, ethics.”

Grey got right in his face. “Don’t act like you had to moral high ground,” he snarled. “You were right there next to us, doing my dirty work without a second thought. You lusted after Alex just like every other man. Let me rephrase, you were in love with her.”

Nate didn’t blink. “Yes, I do. I loved her so much, but she deserved more than this life. I had no problem helping her escape if it meant she was happy. I couldn’t save my soul, but I could save hers.”

Alex let the tears openly flow. She knew Nate had a crush, but she hadn’t known how deep it had gone. She looked at him with sorrow. Nate knew what she wanted to say but he simply nodded.

“That is so romantic. A declaration of love,” Grey mocked.

“Well, it’s better than what you think you are calling love.” Nate threw back. “Tell her. Tell her how you made her an orphan. How Walker ran them off that cliff. That you actually found her brother a few days after he tried to leave and tortured him when he refused to give his blessing. How he begged you to spare her life. How you slit his throat and watched him bled out on the same floor you made her bedroom in.”

Alex’s eyes widen at Nate’s words. She started to scream through the gag and buck in the chair. Her mind on Simon. She had assumed he was alive but underground. Underground was right but he hadn’t been alive in years.

Christian roared at Nate. “You think giving her these truths would make it better? I should kill you first, so she knows she is powerless to stop this. Walker.” Christian turned to face Alex as Walker went up to Nate and punched him in the gut, the force tipping the chair over and sending Nate onto his back. Walker picked him back up and swung at his face, his nose now bleeding but unconscious.

Alex continued to scream until Grey went and ripped the gag from her mouth. “You’re a monster! You killed my family!”

“I only did what I had to do to keep you, Alexandra. I wanted you from the moment I saw you.” He saw the confusion in her eyes. “You don’t remember? You wandered into a game one night, looking so innocent and beautiful. I knew I had to have you. But Simon refused. So, I eliminated the obstacles.” He laughed with such malice that it made Alex flinch. “You were so easy to mold into what I needed. Now, it’s time for some negotiations.”

Outside, the police were slowly surrounding the home and garage. Infrared camera detected no one in the house but they still send a team in to make sure. James and Tony were waiting at the command center with the local police captain Thor Odinson. “The house is clear, but it looks like someone was injured. They found blood in one of the bedrooms.”

“Alex,” James whispered and closed his eyes. He snapped them open. “Have you found Captain Rogers?”

“No, but we still have the garage that is a ways back.” Thor looked at his colleagues. “I would ask but I already know you won’t stay put.”

“Sorry, but my entire family is in this.” James pulled on his vest.

Tony moved to stop him. “Bucky, are you sure you can handle this?”

“I need to bring them back to Drew. He can’t lose them.” He checked the clip on his gun. “I’m taking Grey dead or alive.”

“What negotiations?” Alex kept breathing deep, trying to level her head. But all she saw were thoughts of her parents, her brother, ripped away from her.

“I have some paperwork that needs to be signed.” Grey smirked. “Formalities, really.”

“Formalities? For what?”

“For you to be completely mine. We have things that need to be resolved.”

Alex lifted her chin. “I won’t sign anything for you, you fucking prick.”

Christian didn’t say a word as stepped towards her. About six inches away, he leaned to her face. “Watch. Your. Mouth.” And without another warning he slapped her, her face rearing as it moved from the force. A cry left her mouth as the pain radiated.

“Don’t touch her!” Steve yelled, trying to move the restraints. He felt one of the ropes slip but didn’t let on as he slowly freed one of his hands.

“I won’t touch her again Captain. Not until we finished at least, and I claim my prize.” He whipped back to Alex. “These papers.” He threw them on the table next to her and turned her in her chair. “You will sign them. Otherwise,” he grasped her chin to have her face the men tied up, “I will make you watch as we began to play with them. Walker, as you know, loves to have fun with new friends.”

Alex’s eyes glanced at Walker, an evil smile gracing his face as he played with a knife from his belt, twirling, glinting with menace. “What are they?” she whispered.

“Marriage dissolution papers. I want you to be mine and first I need to end your joke of a marriage to that cop.”

Steve pleads with her. “Don’t sign them, Alex. Its ok. Everything is going to be ok.”

Alex could barely see him through the tears building up in her eyes. “I have too Stevie. I need to save you.”

“No, you don’t Ale. You were the one we needed to save. Everything will be ok. Please don’t sign them.”

The SWAT team approached the garage silently, James and Tony among them. They all positioned themselves near the windows and doors. James glanced in to see the three people tied up, Alex’s face red but could see someone with their head down and Steve with what looked like a hand free but playing it off. “We have three hostages in there, one who looks unconscious,” he whispered. They could now hear the conversation going on.

“This is all so sweet,” he heard Grey say, but now is not the time. A gun cocked back, ready to fire. “Now, Alexandra. What have you decided?”

He could hear Alex sobbing quietly. “What happens if he doesn’t sign? You need two signatures.”

“To save your life, I’m pretty sure I can get your officer to sign them. He gets everything after all. Your business, your money. Everything but your son. I’ll raise him after this. Bring him up to be a good soldier and eventual heir. You will still be his mother, but you will be my queen.”

Alex face was one of horror, matching the one she could see on Steve’s and unknowingly James’s as well. “You can’t have him,” she whispered.

“Oh, I will pet. And we will have others. Our own little family.” Christian laughed, echoing in the garage.

Steve saw out of the corner of his eye that Nate was waking up. Nate looked around and saw Steve waving his loose hand at him. He gestures to charge, and Nate understood. He waited until Walker turned his back on the men. Steve loosened his other hand holding the rope, so no noise was made. He glanced around for a weapon and saw James in the window. James winked and Steve understood. They were no longer alone.

He saw the men waiting for Alex to make her decision. He subtly glanced at Nate and nodded once.

James got ready after explaining what he saw. He made it to the main door. And took a breath. Please God, make sure they are ok. He closed his eyes and opened them with focus. The SWAT team took position in front, their tactical gear making the practical choice for all. Odinson counted down in his ear piece. “Breach in three, two, one… “

“Let’s have it, Alex. I want an answer. NOW!”

Alex pulled in a breath as she could see that Steve was free and motioning Nate, looked in her direction. But not at her. And it hit her. He was here. James was here. “Fine, I’ll sign. But I need my hands. I want to read it. To understand what you are taking away from me.”

Grey smirked. “Sure.” He let go of the tie on her wrist and she flexed. She picked up the papers and started to read them, her eyes moving but actually observing the scene. Walker and Zemo had their backs to Steve and Nate, a huge mistake on their part. Grey had his body turned as well.

Steve saw that he had Alex’s attention. He held up a hand counting down. Closing his fist, he quietly went up to Walker, Nate up to Zemo and charged. Steve put Walker in a choke hold while Nate charged into Zemo’s stomach, dropping both. Grey turned to the commotion and then back as the door burst open.

“Police!”

Grey didn’t hesitate, firing at the officers as he ducked behind the desk. Alex pushed herself back out of the way, but Grey grabbed her. Walker loosened Steve’s hold, turned and pointed his gun at Steve, but a SWAT officer took him out before he had a chance.

Nate was loose from the chair and began to wail on Zemo. Zemo pushed him off, but Steve got there with Walker’s gun. “Move and you die, “ cocking the gun back.

As the police moved in, Grey took hold of Alex and used her as a shield, his gun at her head, arm around her neck. James ran in and stopped. “Ah, Sargent Barnes. Nice of you to join us.”

“Stop!” James put his hand up to stop the other officers. Steve looked up and his face fell. Nate’s face twisted in anger at the scene. “Ok, just let her go.”

“Let her go? No, I don’t think I will.”

“Jamie!” Alex cried.

“Its ok Allie. Everything is going to be ok, doll.” James took in her disheveled state. “Are you hurt?”

She shook her head slightly. “No.”

“Ok enough chatter. You are going to talk to these nice officers and let us walk away. I’m going to put her in the car with me and we are going to drive far away. I won’t hurt her, and you get to live.”

“That’s not going to happen.” James kept his gun trained on him but had no clean shot.

A movement in his peripherals caused Grey to shift. “Think about what you are going Captain. I just need to pull and the world ends,” stopping Steve in his tracks.

“Ok, let’s just remain calm,” James called out. “You have no clean exit, Grey. I don’t want to kill you, but I will if you try and take her from me again.”

“Take her? She was mine to begin with! She was always mine! And you, you just charmed her with your Brooklyn ways!” Grey screamed. “You took the only thing I have ever loved!”

“She ran from you. What does that tell you?”

“Alex just needed time.” Grey was letting his delusions out. “Didn’t you just need time pet?” He grasped her neck harder, making her cry out. “She’ll see that we are perfect together. I just need to get rid of the obstacles. I just...” his eyes moved to James. “I just need to get rid of you.” He moved his gun away from Alex and pointed it at James.

“No, please!” Alex yelled. “I’ll leave, I’ll stay with you. Please don’t hurt him.” She cried harder. “Please don’t kill him.”

“You need to stay with me Alex and the only way is if he is gone.” His attention was now on Alex, watching her beg for her husband.

“Please Christian, I’m begging you to leave him alone.”

In the chaos of her pleas, Nate moved closer to James. He knew how unstable Grey could be. He got around Steve just as Grey refocused the gun on James.

“Thanks for keeping her safe Barnes. But it’s time to go.”

Alex screamed as the gun fired at James. “Jamie!”

James fell over, the wind knocked out of him after he hit the floor. He coughed and looked up to see Alex fall to her knees leaving Grey wide open. He fired and hit Grey right in the chest, the blood splattering onto Alex as Grey fell over on top of her.

That’s when James realized a body was pinning him down.

“Nate!” Alex screamed

James realized that this was Alex’s friend who jumped in the way to save his life. He pushed him over to see blood seeping from his stomach. James immediately put pressure on the wound. “Steve! Get Alex!”

Steve pushed Grey off of Alex. Steve checked her over as she thrashed to get to James and Nate. “Stevie please, I’m fine!” She finally pulled free. “Alex, wait.”

She fell next to Nate. His eyes looked around panicking until he saw her face. “Its ok Nate, it’s going to be ok,” she whispered.

“We need EMTs in here now!” James yelled. “Come on Nate, keep your eyes open.”

“Please Nate, keep your eyes on me,” Alex pleaded. She took his hand into hers. “You have to live, ok? I need to kick your ass for being so stupid.”

Nate tried to smile, blood coming from his mouth, staining his teeth. “Love. You,” he labored to say.

“Love you too Nate but don’t do this ok. My son needs to meet you.” She watched as his eyes began to flutter. “No, no, no, Nate come on, stay with us.”

The EMTs rushed over, and James moved out of the way to let them work. He went to Alex to move her out of the way. “Come on Allie.”

“No, I can’t leave him! Nate! Nate!” she screamed as James picked her up and pulled her away. “Jamie please, he needs me.”

“I know doll, I know. I’m sorry.” He held her close as she screamed for her friend.

Nate felt cold, but when he looked into Alex’s eyes, knowing she was now safe, he felt at peace. He let his eyes close as the medics worked on him. He could rest now that she was safe.

I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry....

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yellowgreendinno · 4 days

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HAHAHAHAHAH ITS MY TURN TO GET YOU BACK @kalolasfantasyworld AND @vilandel MUAHAHAHAHAHA- this... this is for making me cry.

"Nozel onii-sama, why did Momma die?"

Nebra hadn't realised the heavy weight those words were laced with, how they'd made her brother feel, or the fact that she shouldn't be worrying about it being only nine.

Nor the reality that it hadn't been the baby's fault.

Nozel's face darkened, and took a deep breath. Nebra knew Nozel was not one for physical affections, aside from the morning hugs and good night forehead kisses she and Solid always received. So she was surprised when he reached down and picked her up, nestling her safely with one arm while he checked his reflection in the massive bathroom's mirror as she let out a surprised squeak. He look tired, Nebra realised.

Nozel shakily breathed in, and squeezed her a bit tighter, but lovingly nontheless. He looked deep into her eyes and spoke calmly.

"Nebra, do you remember when Solid was born?"

She did, vaguely. She'd been only five, barely six, when her little brother was born.

"Remember it was very hard for Momma? Well, Noelle's birth was also very difficult for Momma. Momma left because she was very tired, and she couldn't handle it anymore." He spoke gently, in an oh so unusual tone for her brother.

Nebra thought about it as her brother held her middle back with his other hand, making sure she wouldn't fall as he walked to his bedroom. It wasn't always like this. Nozel was not built for kindness, or gentleness, or love.

Sometimes, though. Sometimes when Nebra had a nightmare, the very scary ones, the ones that kept her up gripping her sheets on the look for monsters, she'd be brave and get out of bed; then walk towards Nozel's room. He'd let her spend the night with him and Solid. Since the little one was only four, he still shared a room with the eldest. Only sometimes.

Nebra, realised then, tonight was sometimes.

"Nebra, have you heard the tale of the strong little spider who was also weak?" Nozel asked, while closing his bedroom door, and leaving her on the floor.

"No, never"

They passed Solid's bed, and walked towards Nozel's bed, next to the huge windows.

"Well," he started as they sat down on his bed "There was this little spider. She lived in a cave, with many other bugs. And she wasn't scared, because she was the biggest and strongest of them all. Every little bug was scared of her."

Nebra shuffled closer, and listened intently.

"But then, the little spider went out of the cave, and she found other spiders there. And the little spider wanted to go back to her cave. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because she had challenged the spiders from outside."

"But aren't the spiders scared of her?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because these spiders were very, very, very big."

Nebra looked down in thought. She stared at her brother with wide eyes, and spread out her arms.

"This big?"

Nozel smiled. That was rare. But it was a sad, tired smile. One that told her her brother wasn't telling her all the truth. A smile that said he was carrying a heavy burden.

A smile she hated seeing on her brother's face.

"Way bigger." He answered. He sighed, and pulled the sheets down so that they would be able to snuggle up in them. "Alright, off to sleep, little spider" He finished.

Before falling asleep, Nebra heard little muffled cries coming from Nozel, and she wished she could do anything to help him. She knew her brother missed Momma, and she knew there was nothing she could actually do about it. She was only nine, after all.

So, as her thoughts drifted off to the dream world Acier had so often told her about, she thought;

"When I grow up, I'm gonna give Momma back to Onii-sama."

She then fell asleep, tears staining her cheeks. She missed Momma too. As much as the little boy on the bed across from the one she was laying in.

As much as the baby in the nursery would in the future.

#black clover #nozel silva #noelle silva #solid silva #nebra silva #black clover fanfiction #oneshot #angstpril #MUAHAHAHAHAHA #I'M EVIL

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streaminn · 10 months

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UHHH YOU’RE WELCOME FOR THE PLAYLIST ?? Can’t believe that that’s what made me finally make a Spotify account lol also a lot of good songs in here, apart form the ones I already knew (Tear You Apart, Smoke and Mirrors that dug up my nightcore days in middle school.. and The Other Side Of Paradise) I really liked IN MY MOUTH, An Unhealthy Obsession, Kiss Me You Animal, The Dismemberment Song and Brutus. Idk if you’ve talked abt The Hearse Song (I liked it too btw) before but I need to know how it fits t&t

Now that I’m hooked back on t&t, I’ve got more questions. Does Enid interact with her brothers at school ? How’s their relationship ? How do they view her now that she’s part of the elders ? Are/Were they worried ? Has her view of ‘regular’ werewolves been altered by the elders ? Like, "don’t mingle too much with them, they got domesticated". The elders view Enid as family (do they all really ?) but, and even after having been kinda Stockholmed by them, she doesn’t. Her earring is for Wednesday. Does any of them know it ? suspect it ? If (when) she leaves them for good, how will they react ? Will they make her fight for it ?

And now my cents on the Jenna Ortega’s characters love triangle. (I have never seen any of the other shows) You said that Enid was like ‘just a monster’ when Tara asked abt her scars. And like, Tara’s gonna be like ‘How ?? why ?’ and Enid will just look at her and respond ‘had to protect someone’. And she will say it with A Look in her eyes, like she’s looking not at Tara but at that someone. Someone so important that now Enid is covered in scars.

Phoebe and Tara may have a place in her heart (and her bed lol) but Wednesday also has one in her flesh. Forever.

-🦎🧦

The hearse song fits bc it's this acceptance that you'll die like the rest is how I think Enid's mentality during the winter. Just this morbid mindset as she lived with the elders during her denial stage

Nightcore days is such a mood tho, when I first got into yt that was my jam and how I found most of my music taste before transitioning to actual bands

Enid does not interact with her brothers actually! Like she won't even glance at them. They didn't do the same before so why must she? It doesn't stop them from prodding however because they don't know anything about the situation other than Esther telling them to stay away from Enid.

The last time they saw their sister, there were litter of bruises along her wrist and her teeth was bared as she pushed herself into the house to move out.

I don't think enid really cares about the other werewolves bc again, idt they paid much attention to her since she couldn't wolf out. She does however find them being competitive over things that don't matter irritating. Like which one of them get to sleep with the most girls or smth along those lines, just crude things that don't matter in the end. If they were to brag about how easily they stripped flesh from bone she'd perk up but outside of that, she doesn't really bother with them

Enid can't leave though, as much as she plans too. Sure she can walk away, she can live her life but the elders will always be apart of it whether she wants too or not. Romulus is aware of her intentions but he isn't worried, his daughter is growing and what kind of father is he if he doesn't nurture her independence? He spoils his family yes but his methods of living is simply unorthodox and wrong in alot of people's eyes

Not Tara realizing that she isn't the first girl. Yknow what they say abt first loves, they'll always be remembered even if they don't stay

Do love the mention of how Tara and phoebe may hold space in Enid's heart but the wolf bled first for wednesday, different kind of devotion right there

#🦎 anon #wenclair #Enid x tara #tongues & teeth au #ortegaverse

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what-if-queen-camilla · 9 months

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Chapter 31

1st December 1995

Clarence House

"Margaret tells me Diana is throwing a big party on New Year's Eve.", the Queen Mother said warily and Charles shrugged his shoulders. He was visiting his grandmother at Clarence House for their weekly Afternoon Tea. "And?", he asked, looking at her in expectation. He didn't care what his ex was up to. She'd ruined everything, she'd hurt him, their sons, the love of his life and now even attacked his little daughter. Illegitimate or not, she was a child and none of that was her fault. He was still so angry with her that he never wanted to see or hear anything about her again. He'd very much appreciated had she just decided to move to the moon. "Um, that's certainly not going to be something for the boys.", his grandmother went on. "So I was wondering… whether I could throw a little party, too.", she added mysteriously, motioning for a servant to refill her cup of tea, which the young lady happily did immediately. "Of course, Granny. Any concrete plans yet?", Charles asked, refilling his cup of tea on his own, much to the servant's disappointment. "I thought we could go up to Scotland maybe.", she said, heartily sinking her teeth into a huge scone. "We?", Charles repeated, frowning his forehead. "Oh yes, yes.", she nodded. "With the others staying at Sandringham until approximately Easter, none of them will notice if the two of us and the boys disappear for a couple of days.", she said "Going to Birkhall. To meet with some good friends… Camilla and her children." She had mentioned Camilla and her children so randomly that, for a moment, Charles wasn't sure whether she had really said that or whether he had been dreaming and he almost choked at his salmon sandwich. "Isn't that something you'd like?", she asked innocently, smiling and him and twinkling her eye, which made him realise that she had, indeed, really said that - and that she meant it. "That… Oh Granny…", he stuttered, rushing up from his seat and over to, affectionately hugging the old lady. "Oh Granny, you're such a darling!", he sighed, lovingly kissing both her cheeks. The Queen Mother vividly enjoyed receiving so much love and smiled like a Cheshire cat. "So you're in?", she asked, looking at him intently. "Of course!", he cheered. "Fabulous.", she replied firmly, adding: "Because Camilla has already accepted my invitation."

It had been quite a surprise to receive an invitation for New Year's Eve at Birkhall from Charles' grandmother and at first she had been reluctant to accept it. She hadn't seen or heard anything from the Queen Mother since Diana’s interview and had actually expected the royal family to never speak to her again and thought it was a joke at first, but there was a heartfelt letter attached, in which the old lady mentioned how delighted she was about the fact that she was now sharing her birthday with her great-granddaughter, and that she'd love for them all to welcome the new year together, which had brought a few tears to her eyes. She didn't bother too much about herself, she was almost used to being hated by now, but she didn't want her daughter to have to go through the same and the sweet words of Charles' grandmother - and Thea's great-grandmother - had given her just the spark of hope she had needed at the time. Laura had agreed to come, too, as she was good friends with Peter and Zara who had let her known that they'd join the party as well, Tom on the other hand preferred to celebrate with his friends from Oxford and Camilla didn't begrudge him for that. She was a bit nervous about the prospect of meeting with Charles' sons after their mother's accusations but apparently they were both curious to get to know their little sister, and of course, Thea was excited to meet her two brothers as well so she tried not to worry too much.

Meanwhile, she had also come to terms with the paternity test, which's unsurprisingly positive result had arrived two days ago. Charles had called her immediately and promised her to send her a copy of his statement before it was published later tonight and assured her over and over again that his parents or the palace wouldn't mess it up this time.

She and Thea were still staying with Annabel and Simon, and she had taken her daughter out of school until after Christmas - due to illness, officially, but Thea's teacher knew and totally understood the decision under the given circumstances and sent her all the course material and worksheets they'd been discussing in class and supported by her father, who had gladly undertaken the responsibility for maths and science he was much better with numbers than her, she was trying her best to homeschool her youngest child. To her very surprise, after some normal, initial difficulties and uncertainties on both sides, she actually began to enjoy the experience. It was good to have something sensible to keep herself busy and somehow it was fun to delve into the world of third-graders again. Camilla especially treasured the language lessons, the reading and writing. She had always been reading to and with Thea, with all her children actually, just like her father had read to her siblings and her when they were children, but doing so in another, more serious context, was exciting and, proving all her initial sorrows wrong, they worked quite well together as student and teacher and most of their courses didn't end in screams and tears, but in joy and laughter. Camilla was so proud of her brave, little girl who was doing so well. She knew how much Thea missed her friends and she felt incredibly bad and guilty for having put her into this situation - but there was no way they could've stayed on their own under the given circumstances and at least Laura, Alice and Katie, who all went to a boarding school nearby, made sure to come over at the weekends and play with her but of course that wasn't the same. She only hoped they'd be able to get back to some kind of normality once everything was official and fixed, though she was still incredibly anxious and scared of the public reaction and what it'd really mean for Thea's life. She felt so powerless, vulnerable and weak, it was her daughter, but there was nothing she could do to help or protect her anymore. She was completely dependent on Charles… and it frightened her…

Question: how do you think the public will react to Charles' upcoming statement?

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comandersprings · 4 months

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Welcome Back

Note: Happy New Year! Here it is, my first fic of 2024. As usual, you can also find it both in AO3 and SquidgeWorld. I hope everyone had a good start to the year ^^

Warnings: References to death

Word Count: 2,349

Summary: In the middle of the night, Kieran receives a worrying call from his grandmother about Furret's wellbeing. With no time to waste, he takes a flight to Kitakami with the hope that it won't be too late to fix things.

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The call came in around two o’clock in the morning. The ringtone startled Kieran and although he was just waking up, the boy took hold of his SmartRotom without a second thought. He wasn’t at all surprised to see that the one calling was his grandmother, Hideko. Ever since he and Carmine left for Blueberry Academy, their grandparents have struggled with the time zone difference.

Kieran picked up the phone. “Hi, grandma.”

Hideko noticed the sleepiness in her grandson’s voice right away. “Hi, dear. Seems I caught you sleeping again. I’m sorry about that, but…I’m calling over something important.”

“Something important?” Kieran perked up, his heart skipping a beat. “Did something happen to you or Grandpa?”

“No, we’re both fine.” The woman made a pause and sighed. “It’s about Furret.”

“Furret?”

Furret had been on Kieran’s mind a lot lately. He had apologized to everyone he mistreated while his grudge against Juliana lasted: from Juliana herself to Drayton, including Carmine and every single classmate he had talked down to. He also apologized to his Pokémon and promised he would no longer make them push themselves so hard. However, he still needed to make amends with the Pokémon he left back at Kitakami and Furret was the main one he wanted to reconcile with.

“Yes. You’ll see,” Hideko said, her voice threatening to break, “when you left last time, Furret became really sad. We were able to cheer him up for some time, but…he has stopped eating.”

“He stopped eating? When? How long ago?” Kieran’s heart seemed to pound on his throat as he awaited an answer.

“It’s been three days. He hasn't been drinking or moving much either. Grandpa and I are worried that if things continue like this, he—” the woman’s voice choked. She paused to regain her composure. “He might not last much longer, Kieran.”

His stomach sank at those terrible words. “No!” Kieran sniffled. He got up and began pacing around the room, tears blurring his vision. “That’s impossible… I thought he’d do fine without me.”

“You’re his Trainer, he misses you,” Hideko replied.

“Do you think the tutor will understand if I tell him I need to leave? I can’t stay there and let Furret…” he refused to finish that sentence.

“Please, do ask him. We think Furret might perk up once he sees you.” Hideko sighed. “I’m so sorry I had to tell you this.”

Kieran wiped off his tears with his pajama’s sleeve. “Don’t be sorry, Grandma. You did the right thing.”

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Kieran didn’t want to waste a second. The first thing he did was walk over to Carmine’s room. She was obviously sleeping and being awoken in the middle of the night didn’t make her happy, but her grumbling was cut dry as soon as her little brother told her why he was there. Carmine comforted Kieran and asked him if he wanted her to go with him. To her surprise, Kieran said no. In his own words, the situation was his fault and he had to solve it himself.

The next person Kieran woke up was his tutor. The man was confused as to why a distraught-looking student wanted to talk to him in the wee hours of the day. When Kieran explained what was going on and voiced his intention to leave for a day or two, he feared that his tutor wouldn’t understand, forcing him to stay. Luckily for him, his teacher was moved by the lengths he was willing to go to help his Pokémon, especially after seeing the way he treated the ones he had on him before and after becoming the Champion.

With everything sorted out and nothing but the most essential as baggage, Kieran headed to the airport and caught the first flight to Kitakami available. For most of the ten hours the plane trip lasted, Kieran tried to get some sleep but failed miserably. As for the rest of the flight, all he did was make sure people didn’t notice he was crying. He also kept replaying in his mind the moment he left Furret behind, beating himself up over the cruelty of that act.

Although the bus ride was much shorter, Kieran didn’t have a better time. He spent the whole trip looking out the window with a heavy feeling on his chest. The boy bounced his foot and nibbled on his thumb in an attempt to calm down, but it was useless. Regardless, he was grateful there was no one else in the bus—it was the same time it was in Unova when his grandmother called—otherwise, he would have received more than one glance.

When the bus was three stops away from Kitakami Road, Kieran texted his grandmother to let her know he was close and to ask how Furret was doing. His message was answered shortly after. Hideko asked him to be careful and informed that Furret was sleeping, adding in a different message that he had been sleeping for most of the day. That doesn’t sound good, Kieran told himself, his mouth going dry.

Less than ten minutes later, the boy finally got off the bus and set forth on his way home. With the sole wish to make it to his house and see Furret, Kieran ignored the curious wild Pokémon who peered out to see who was the human traversing the area so late at night. Kieran felt like his feet had wings; he had never walked so fast in his life, not even all the times he made his way up Oni Mountain in hopes of seeing Ogerpon.

Kieran made it to Mossui Town and continued on his way with the same haste he walked Kitakami Road with. He couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario, with countless variations of it—each more tragic than the last—playing in his mind over and over. Despite the dread oppressing his chest, he had to see the situation for himself and apologize to Furret no matter what.

It wasn’t long until he spotted his house, its lights turned on. That meant his grandparents were still awake and waiting for him. He lowered his gaze at the thought and hoped they wouldn’t be too tired. It was in moments like this that Kieran saw how much of a negative impact his selfish actions had. He would never forgive himself if they ended up causing the loss of his Pokémon partner or if they costed his grandparents their health.

Finally, the boy reached his house. Although he didn’t want to wait any longer, Kieran had to spend a few seconds catching his breath as he was panting from the sprint. He then went ahead and knocked on the door. Not even half a minute later Yukito, his grandfather, came and opened it.

“Son, are you okay? You must be exhausted from the trip.” the man eyed his grandson with concern.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m just a bit agitated because I’ve been walking very fast,” Kieran reassured him. His expression then became somber. “Where’s Furret? Can I go see him?”

At that moment Hideko crossed the archway that connected the foyer and the living room. “Kieran,” she said with a relieved smile. “Thank goodness you made it safely.”

Yukito cleared his throat. “He wants to see Furret.”

“Of course, he’s in your bedroom. I’ll take you there.”

Kieran walked into the house and Hideko placed a comforting hand on his back as she accompanied him to his bedroom. A feeling of emptiness grew on the pit of the boy’s stomach the more he and his grandmother approached the room. Why was she going with him? Could it be that it happened already? No. That wasn’t possible. They would have said something beforehand. His grandparents would never leave him to discover something so horrible by himself.

Soon, Kieran and his grandmother stood before the door to the boy’s bedroom. “Do you want me to go in with you?” the woman asked.

“No, thanks. I’ll go in alone,” Kieran answered, his tearful eyes failing to hide his worry.

“Alright. If you need anything, Grandpa and I will be in the living room.”

The boy thanked his grandmother once again and Hideko walked away. Kieran wiped off his tears and took a deep breath. He didn’t want Furret to see him so distraught, it wouldn’t be of any help.

He slid the door open and walked into the darkened room. Kieran turned on the lights and his eyes seeked Furret, spotting him shortly after in a corner of the room, all curled up. His Trainer strode towards him.

“Furret!” Kieran called the Pokémon, crouching in front of him and taking a trembling hand to his body.

It was true. He could feel his ribs. While Furret was now far more slender than when he was a Sentret, his ribs had never been noticeable upon touching him. While that was concerning on his own, Kieran didn’t like the lack of response from his Pokémon now that he was petting him.

“Furret, it’s me. I’m Kieran, your Trainer.” He shook him gently, but there still was no reaction. “I’ve come back for you. Please, wake up.”

Kieran shook Furret a little harder, but that didn’t wake him up either. The boy punched the floor next to him as tears streamed down his face. This can’t be happening, he told himself. Refusing to fully fall into despair, Kieran looked at Furret closely to see if he was breathing. After a few seconds where the boy held his own breath, he finally saw how the Pokémon’s chest area rose and fell rhythmically with each breath.

Taking a deep sigh of relief, Kieran decided to change his strategy. He looked around the room for Furret’s food and water bowls. They were on the opposite side of the bedroom. It was clear both the food and water were fresh and untouched. Kieran walked over to the bowls and put them in front of Furret. He sat beside him and petted his soft fur once again.

“I brought you food and water. It’s still good to eat and drink, you don’t need to worry.”

Seconds dragged along without change. The boy nudged both bowls a bit closer to his Pokémon, but Furret kept sleeping. Kieran ran a hand over his face and looked down. The heavy feeling on his chest didn’t go away even now that he got to see that Furret was, at least, still alive.

He swallowed hard. “Furret, I now see that what I did to you was awful. I shouldn’t have taken you out of the team, much less over the reason I did so.

“I’m so mad at myself for having acted that way… Trust me, I’ll understand if you’re mad at me, too. I won’t blame you if you never forgive me but please,” his voice broke as he began crying once again, “try to eat at least a little. Carmine, Grandpa, and Grandma are worried too. Please…”

Kieran hugged his knees and sobbed into them, already fearing that he’d go back to Unova without Furret. It didn’t feel like his crying would let up any time soon, but something startled him. The feeling of something nuzzling the side of his head. He looked over to that side and came face to face with Furret, whose eyes seemed to regain their spark upon seeing his Trainer.

“Furret!” the boy held his Pokémon tightly and began bawling as Furret licked and nuzzled his face all over. “I’m so, so sorry for having abandoned you like that. I’ll never do something like that again.”

Alerted by their grandson’s cries, Yukito and Hideko headed for his room as fast as their old age allowed them to. Both fearing the worst, Yukito opened the door only to find Kieran and his Furret snuggled to each other, the boy petting his Pokémon head as Furret wagged his tail.

“It took a little, but he finally woke up,” Kieran told his grandparents, the tears on his eyes being now tears of joy.

“That’s amazing news,” Yukito said with a grin that made his laugh lines more prominent.

“Oh my, thank goodness,” Hideko let out a relieved sigh and took a hand to her chest.

“Has he eaten anything yet?” Yukito asked as he walked into the room, his wife following him.

“No, I’m going to try and see if he does now.”

Kieran put Furret down in front of the bowls. The Pokémon sniffed the one containing his food and, in the blink of an eye, he leapt at it and began eating with the hunger and crave expected from someone who hadn’t eaten in three days. Kieran and his grandparents cheered at the sight, joy and relief washing over them. It got even better when Furret went and drank water too, his thirst also evident.

As the night continued, Yukito and Hideko went to sleep and left Kieran to watch over Furret, advising him to go to bed soon. The boy saw his Pokémon eat and drink until he was satisfied, curling up on his Trainer’s lap afterward. Kieran took out his phone and snapped a picture of the adorable scene to send to his sister. Since it was midday in Unova, Carmine answered soon after.

“Furret! Is he okay? Did he eat anything?”

A conversation between the siblings started.

“Yes to both. I was very scared because I tried waking him up, but he wouldn’t react.”

“That’s normal, you know? He hasn’t eaten in a while, he must have lacked energy.”

Carmine was right. The heavy stress and anxiety made Kieran forget about such an obvious fact. Not that it made those uncertain moments any less scary.

“I was so scared I completely forgot.”

“No worries, I understand.” Following that message, Carmine sent another one. “So, what will you do? Will you bring Furret back to the Academy?”

Kieran looked at Furret, watching him sleep peacefully on his lap for a few seconds before typing and sending a new message. “Of course I will!”

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Part 23

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Part 22 🍂 Part 24

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: Lots and LOTS of names. (The family tree isn't quite finished yet, but if anyone needs it to keep track of this... I'll post it XD)

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: 21 days. That's three whole weeks. I'm so sorry! I've been trying to get ahead on this thing for a bit, it didn't quite work out. I just wasn't in a Sy mood for some reason. But! Here we are again, with another fluffish chapter. @keanureevesisbae hold on to your ovaries, there will be Sy holding babies. (Do I owe up to 30 or 31 now?)

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A few quick observations: Sy’s family? Very big. And as you would expect from a big family; the noise was absolutely overwhelming. Dean appeared next to you out of nowhere, grabbing you by the shoulders and dragging you into a corner.

“Let Jules handle this part, just…” He looked around for a moment, which was a lot easier for him than it was for you, and called Sy over.

“There y’are, Sugar,” he said. “Thought I’d lost ya!”

“You did lose me,” you growled. Sy’s family consisted of a fair amount of big men – not that Sy was by any means the runt of the family; quite the contrary, in fact – and a far larger amount of less-than-tall-but-still-taller-than-you women. And kids. So, so many kids. Some of which, you noticed, were also taller than you.

“Let me introduce you to my family,” Sy said. To your surprise – though it didn’t surprise you as much as it maybe should have – he went out to look for his parents, first.

“Mom, dad,” Sy said when he’d found them in the crowd, “I’d like you to meet Lara, my girlfriend.” As soon as he said it, the living room went much more quiet, and the entire atmosphere turned much more uncomfortable.

“Alright, y’all absolutely sure y’all wanna get nosy?” It didn’t sound friendly, but everyone went off minding their own business, so that was good.

“Sy!” Either his mother didn’t appreciate her son’s direct approach, or something else was off. “Why is this the first time we’re hearin’ of any girlfriend?” Instead of offering a defense to his mother, Sy just looked at his dad.

“He may have said somethin’bout it to me,” Sy’s father growled to no one in particular before turning to Sy, “but it’s yer own fault for not tellin’ your mother directly.”

“It’s been busy,” Sy said softly. There clearly wasn’t a good way for him to navigate himself out of this conversation.

“Too busy to call your own mother? Good Lord, what did I do to deserve this?”

“Betty-Jo and John-Bob Syverson,” Sy chuckled at you as his mother made a few dramatic hand gestures before slapping Sy in the shoulder with her purse a few times.

“Now probably ain’t the best time to ask why your furniture is in her living room, right, Sy?” A younger man who looked like he was one of Sy’s brothers threw an arm around Sy’s shoulders and grinned so wide that you were almost scared his face would tear in half. Sy looked like he was about to commit murder, but so did Sy’s mom – and you had to admit she was much scarier – and very quick to put two and two together.

“Are the two o’ya livin’ together?” It was funny to hear that her drawl got more pronounced when she got mad, just like Sy’s…

“Ma, don’t get m-“

“It’s a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, son.” There was absolutely no arguing with this woman.

“Yes.”

“Jonathan George Syverson, I raised you better than to go around livin’ with women you ain’t got no intention of marryin’!”

“One second, Ma,” Sy said with a grin before turning to you. “Sugar, did I or did I not tell you that that was exactly what she’d have to say about that?” He paid for the choice to interrupt the conversation with a very firm smack in the back of his head from his father.

“Don’t you think for a second that I’m in any way thrilled about this situation, son.”

“Nothin’ to do with you, sweetheart, you seem like a very nice girl,” his mother said to you in the nicest voice before scowling at her son again. “But you should know better. Sweet lord Jesus, what did I do wrong? You try to raise ‘em right, ‘n this is what you get…”

“You raised him just fine, Ma’am,” you said before slamming your mouth shut again. Why were you getting in the middle of this? You should definitely stay out of this. It was a good thing Sy smiled when you looked up at him, and he pulled you closer.

“I don’t think you gotta worry about his intentions to marry her, Ma,” his brother said as he looked at Sy’s face. His expression said everything – which seemed to calm his mother down at least a little. You talked to them for a moment before they walked away to say hello to Julie’s parents.

“This is Georgie,” Sy said after they were out of earshot, “the youngest of the twins, who’s apparently made it his life’s mission to try’n get me killed. What the fuck was that, you bastard?”

“Revenge,” Georgie replied, “For ratting me ‘n Angelina Jefferson out.”

“That was senior prom! You held onto that for nearly ten years? God damn!” He shook his head in disbelief until George was joined by a woman holding a kid. “Anyway, this is his wife, Emma. And that’s Mikey, their youngest. The eldest is Helena Marie, she’s off somewhere, I reckon.” Mikey reached for Sy, who took him from his mom. Something about seeing Sy with a kid on his arm made you melt. Apparently, George saw the way you looked at his brother.

“Looks good on him, doesn’t it?” he said with a big smirk. There was absolutely no denying that he was right. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jules, who had been handed what no doubt was the youngest kid of Pat’s sister.

“Shut up,” Sy snapped back at Georgie, “stop tryin’ to make her uncomfortable.”

“He’s right, though. It does suit you,” you said – again, without thinking about it. What was wrong with you? “Anyway, we’re not done with introductions, are we?”

“Not even close,” Sy answered before he started laughing.

“Uncle Sy!” you suddenly heard from behind, and a boy – you guessed he was 12 or so years old – appeared next to you. “New girlfriend?”

“Hey, Wes! Yeah,” Sy replied, “this is Lara.”

“Lara, or Aunt Lara?”

“Depends on whether you want to live to see another day, mister,” someone else replied to that question from somewhere behind you. You raised your eyebrows at Sy, who pointed out the next person for you to be introduced to: his sister-in-law Nora-Beth, who was married to the eldest of the twins, Ricky. According to Sy, they had one kid – so far: John-Luke.

“Aunt it is!” the teen in front of you said with the same big grin on his face that Sy usually had. He introduced himself as Wesley and disappeared again.

“Wes is my sister Mary Beth’s eldest,” Sy explained, and he pointed his sister out in the crowd, along with her husband Bill. “The other four are Gray, Will and Kenny, and there’s Lainey, the one she’s holding.”

“God, five kids?” You remembered that Sy had told you that Mary Beth was twenty-nine years old. “In nine years?” That was a tight fit, timewise.

“In thirteen years,” Sy said, “she had Wes when she was sixteen. Don’t bring it up with Ma around, she’s still not over it completely. It was Nana who knocked some sense into her, actually.” That was unexpected, because Sy had described his grandma as extremely religious and very… proper.

“She wasn’t thrilled,” Mary Beth had apparently heard your conversation, and was now standing next to Sy, “but she figured we’d have to make the best of a bad situation. Before you think the worst; my higschool boyfriend knocked me up and then took off. Bad enough, but not as bad as it could’ve been.”

“Oh, sweetie,” she said when she saw your face, “It’s okay if you don’t know what to say! You look scared to death, sweetheart, are you alright?”

“Just not used to all this big family… stuff,” you admitted softly as you looked around the room to all the faces of people you hadn’t been introduced to yet. You were already dizzy, how the hell were you going to survive this?

“Sy, what were you thinkin’, dumpin’ a sweet girl like her in the middle of this like it ain’t nothin’!” Another voice you didn’t recognize, but that problem solved itself. “Anna-Belle, nice to meet you! This is my husband, Lewis.” She pointed to the man next to her before giving you a hug. At least there seemed to be no kids attached to this pair, that was a nice break from everything that was going on. Unfortunately for you, the next unfamiliar face was already approaching for introductions. This time, it was Darlene Louise, Sy’s youngest siter, with her husband, Jonathan. You were beginning to gain some first-hand experience with the reason Sy went by Sy. Darlene Louise – who insisted she shouldn’t be called Darlene – and John – who insisted he shouldn’t be called Jonathan – had two kids: Jenna-Lynn and Vicky-Lee.

“Lara? Lara!” Now that voice you’d recognize everywhere: it was Jules. “God, there you are. You’re damn near invisible in here, I thought you were one of the kids. Come meet my parents!” She pulled you along to the far side of the living room.

“Mom, dad, this is Lara, my Dutch friend I’ve been telling you about for years!”

At least you recognized Debbie and Tim McGregor from pictures, and apparently they recognized you, too. Her mother hugged you, her father shook your hands, and they both repeated the phrase ‘nice to meet you’ half a dozen times before asking you all kinds of questions about yourself you felt you’d already answered seventy-two times this afternoon, even though you’d hardly spend any time talking to anyone, because Sy kept throwing names in your direction. After Julie’s’parents, you were introduced to Mary-Kate and Patrick Dawson – Pat’s parents – and Sy’s uncle Charlie and his husband Raymond. You managed to escapte to the kitchen before anyone else could get to you.

“Sugar? Are you hidin’?” Sy wrapped his arms around you more carefully than he usually would have. “I know it’s a lot, are you alright?”

“Exhausted,” you said, “and nauseous.”

“Do you want to lie down for a minute?” His offer came just a tiny bit too late, because Jules called everyone back into the living room for some sort of announcement, or whatever, and you had no choice but to follow Sy, who luckily stayed close to you.

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