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fatuismooches · 1 year

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i don't know if this is how i request so i apologise if i get anything wrong!

could you please do the childhood crush with capitano but instead of capitano, it's pantalone? it's okay if you don't wish to do this!

(p.s. this is my first time requesting, pls go easy on me)

♡ 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 ♡

synopsis: When you were a child, you decided to befriend an orphan who always seemed to be by himself. He would not forget this act of kindness.

includes: pantalone w/ gn! reader

notes: Of course, this was quite fun to write! I hope you all enjoy it. (It gets very fluffy towards the end <3.)

Sneznhaya was one of the worst nations to be poor in, you decided from an early age. You had to have some kind of thick jacket to survive even the warmest days (which was still borderline in the negatives) otherwise you would die so quickly from frostbite. You had to have some kind of fireplace in your house and also a stable firewood source otherwise you’d freeze to death too. You had to be smart about preserving and salting your food because of the cold, and much more difficult tasks that would be easy to do in other nations. All of these factors were part of the reason why orphans did not last very long, unfortunately (unless you were pulled into the House of Hearth… would that be a blessing or curse?)

Even though you were dirt poor, you were still more fortunate than a lot of people in poverty. You had a house, albeit a small one. You had a bed, though it felt like a stone-cold rock most of the time. You had parents who cherished you, although sometimes you did not see them for the whole day since they worked hard so you could go to school instead, even though you should have been working to bring income in. Of course, you kept all of your complaints to yourself. You were far better off than most kids.

The first time you met the boy was on your way home from school. You had exited the raggedy building when you came across a boy with rather well-kept hair. Usually, the children around the slums were untidy and uncaring about their appearance. Yet his looked fine, at least better than average around here. But what drew you in was his brilliant purple eyes. You had never met anyone with that eye color. You didn’t realize you were staring at him until you noticed his eyes were on you. Your words died in your throat of embarrassment, so you quickly nodded your head at him and speedily walked away.

You hoped that you wouldn’t see the boy again, because you didn’t think you’d be able to look him in the eye again. You were the kind of person who cringed at even the slightest dumb thing you did a long time ago and knocked your head against the wall thinking about it. But, it seemed that the Tsaritsa did not answer your prayers because you saw the same boy again the next day. And the next day. And for the entire week. And soon, you realized that his eyes were always trained in the same direction - the school. You connected the dots quickly, mentally prepared yourself for conversation, and strode up to him.

The boy immediately noticed you as you pressed your back against the wall, leaving a bit of distance between the two of you. You didn’t want to invade his personal space.

“So, I’ve seen you here every day. How come?”

Silence.

“Not much of a talker, are you?”

Silence.

“You want to go to school, don’t you?”

“...!”

The boy’s breath hitched for a second and you knew you were right. He turned his gaze from you and looked back at the building, where children were being dismissed. You didn’t need to ask why. It was obvious that he had to work instead to survive. The two of you stood in silence when, all of a sudden, you came up with a genius idea.

“How about I teach you instead?”

The offer had the boy’s neck snapping back to you. “What?”

“Yeah! After school ends, you can come to my house, and I’ll teach you what I learn, and other stuff too. It’ll be like real school, minus the yelling and the crowds and the other annoying things!” The idea seemed better and better the more you spoke.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise but a look of caution quickly overtook his face, purple eyes conveying a look of distrust. “What do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

“What’s your motive? Surely you don’t think I’m that naive to believe you.”

You were taken aback. “I-I mean… I don’t really know what to say. I’m just a kid, I don’t really know what ulterior motive I would have. Does wanting to become friends with you count as one? You really look like you want to learn, so I just wanna help you,” you said plainly with a hint of confusion in your voice.

For the second time that day, the boy was taken aback, because he could see that you were being genuine and he couldn’t understand why. You were being kind from the bottom of your heart, and he couldn’t comprehend why you would do this for a stranger.

You tried to ignore the piercing look the boy who was only your age managed to give you. “So can I assume you’re taking the offer? I’m [Name] by the way!”

The boy uttered his real name, and everything began from there.

Every day you invited your newfound friend into your house. Your parents were never home until late, so it was easy to do so. And so began the lessons of you teaching him everything you knew and learned in school. You taught him how to curve the letters of the alphabet correctly. You helped him to learn to read your favorite children’s books. You told him what you remembered of your teacher’s boring rambling about Snezhnaya’s history and that hey, oxygen came from trees! (He knew that, the boy said. He wasn’t that dumb. You pouted.) But the thing he was best at was math. As soon as you taught him the basics, he was speeding through the questions faster than you.

You watched in amazement as he whizzed through the questions without even needing to use his fingers to add (which you still did sometimes, embarrassingly enough.) He was completely focused on it, writing his answers in handwriting that got better every passing day. And soon enough, he handed you his answers to check. It started to become less of a surprise when he got all of them right on his first try, as you compared his work with the one from your homework.

“You got all of them right again!” you cheered as you shook his shoulders in excitement. “Haha, you’re better than me at this point. I can’t do mental math as well as you can.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you.” If there was one thing you knew about your friend, was that he was a good sweet talker. You’d seen him talk his way out of situations that you would surely die in, and also compliment you like it was nothing.

“At this point, you can become an economics! No, wait… I think it’s called an economist? Or an accountant? Something to do with numbers and counting!”

Something twinkled in his eyes. “Do you really think that?”

“Mhm! You’re the smartest person I know. You adapt to everything so quickly. It took me a long time to get these concepts down yet you did it easily.”

The boy did not say anything but his shoulders relaxed under your touch, and then he spoke. “I’m going to become rich.”

“You are?” you asked, hopping onto the chair next to him. Everyone, regardless of anything, has dreamed of becoming rich. But the way he said it with such firmness had you drawn in.

“Money is the lifeblood of this world. No one can survive without it,” the hardened and steely look in his eyes and voice made you stiffen for a second. “Even the Gods desire to let it flow between their fingers.”

You looked at him for a few seconds before grabbing his cold hand and squeezing it. “I believe in you,” you declared resolutely. Your friend’s harsh look dissipated and a smile came onto his face. You loved it when he smiled. “Just remember me when you’re rich. Share a bit with me, hm?” you laughed.

But the boy did not laugh at what you meant to be a joke. “I will,” he said firmly. “I’ll give you as much as you want and more.”

Since then, you spent more and more time with him, even outside the regular tutoring sessions. Once you had opened yourself up to him, he had responded somewhat in kind. He liked to talk about things he read in the paper after you taught him to read. Out on the streets, he would ask you about words he saw on shop windows’ he didn’t know yet. Your favorite activity was when you’d give him something to read out loud to you, enjoying how his stumbling grew from frequent to occasional. But when it came to other topics he kept his mouth thin and shut. You never commented on it, but you could see he didn’t have a good relationship with anyone else. It seemed that he held some kind of animosity toward a good chunk of people. Especially the upper class, even some of the kids as you noticed that some of them weren’t very nice to him. Even the Gods themselves weren’t spared from this.

You didn’t know what kind of childhood he had, and you didn’t pry. It wasn’t your business, and furthermore, you wanted him to remember the happier memories he made with you instead. You showed him how to build snowmen and snow angels. You once threw a snowball at his hair and immediately regretted it as he launched a tickle attack back at you. The orphan was your best friend and you soon realized that you had a crush on him. You would lie in bed, rolling over as you thought about the kind of wedding you’d have him with. You would have kids and then the two of you would soon be grandparents and then the house would be so much more lively and fun and- you smushed your face between your pillow. Enough of that! You first had to make sure both of you survived this hellish place to even make it to adulthood.

It got to the point where you wanted to share some of your meager rations with him too. He was always hungry, and you were too but you wanted to help him out as much as you could. You would sneak a good portion of your bread or anything that wasn’t messy under the kitchen table, slip it into your sleeve quickly so your parents didn’t know. You gobbled down your sparse dinner in seconds, not wanting to leave your friend standing outside in one spot for too long. You went into your room and quickly locked the door, glancing at the window near your bed. You pulled the curtains to the side, and there he was! Opening your window always warranted a flurry of snow flying into your face but seeing his face light up was worth it.

Years passed, and the two of you were older, almost adults. You had left school since the only available schooling in the area was for younger kids only, and now worked in a miserable job like most people. But you always made sure to try and visit your long-time friend, who seemed to be busier and busier these days. You had a feeling he was up to something, whether it was good or bad, legal or illegal, but you didn’t pry. His absence had begun to cause you to seek out other company, for it was not good for one to be left alone in their thoughts in this kind of situation.

Who was your company? The neighborhood kids, of course. They reminded you of when you were younger, even though it was just a few years ago. They always gathered around you when they had time off from their barely paid labor, and you made sure to teach them the same things you taught your crush a few years ago. But you soon learned, it was rather hard to do that when they were so exhausted from working. Tiny hands were already calloused from the back-backing jobs and they were asleep in an instant afterward.

So you did what you could. Having a couple of hours of rest made a big difference to growing bodies, you reminded the kids. You took their shifts on different days and at different times, making sure you wore as many layers as possible so you wouldn’t be caught. The employers wouldn’t take much notice anyway. They didn’t care who did it as long as the work was done. The only thing you did not anticipate was your long-time crush finding you.

“[Name]?” The callout of your name made your heart freeze. “Don’t worry, it’s just me.” You then recognized the voice as your childhood friend. Turning around, you pulled down the hood and uttered your friend’s name, which you cherished dearly.

“I was looking for you, and I find you here, working in someone else’s place. What are you doing?” The boy’s voice was hushed, laced with a hint of something else underneath. Worry. Concern. Distress. What if you get sick? Get hurt? Get caught?

“Look… I did not mean to worry you. I just, it hurts me to see the little ones spending so much time working. I just want to help them.”

The boy had known you for many years, yet neither his mind could ever comprehend why you were so kind to others. It never benefitted you, only served as extra weight and a burden on your shoulders. “But you already have long shifts to work. Your body can’t handle this…”

“Hey, who was the one who managed to run away with you all those times? I’m pretty strong! Furthermore, as long as I keep the hoodie up, they won’t recognize the difference. Those people don’t care as long as the work gets done. They’re just little kids, you know. Just like we were. Some of them haven’t even learned proper Snezhnayan yet, but they’re out here slaving away and working to the point of exhaustion. I just… can’t. If I can help them keep even a fraction of a childhood intact, I will.”

The boy’s heart was moved by your kindness innumerable times. “But, aren’t you just a kid as well?”

“I am,” you agreed. “But I’m still an older one. Just a bit more until we’re adults, you know. I’ve already had my time. I’d rather help the others now. Besides, it builds stamina and work ethic,” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

Your friend didn’t say anything. There was nothing he could really say, after all. This was just how life was like. But it was days like these where he remembered the promise he made to himself and you - neither of you would have to deal with this ever again, soon.

The boy moved to help you, which surprised you. “You don’t have to, you know. I’m sure you’re busy with other things.”

He shook his head. “I’ve been wanting to spend time with you for a while. I’ve missed you.” You blushed and nervously laughed at his straightforwardness. He could either pretend to be oblivious to your intentions, trying to make you say what you wanted out loud. Or just be so blunt that it caught you off guard.

“Heh, I’ve missed you too. You know, I have a good story for you…”

Since then, your friend had popped up more and more frequently, making your lovesick heart pound. Even if you had nothing left to talk about, you made something up, if only to keep him next to you for a few more minutes. You think he knew what you were doing, but he didn’t comment. You loved him for not exposing you like that. Despite the circumstances of your life not being very great, you always felt great around him. Until one day, you woke up with a splitting headache. Odd, but not unbelievable. You must have pushed yourself too hard yesterday. Your body feels so, so cold, but you have to go… have to go to work, and see your friend. You inched yourself to the edge of the bed, but you did not make it to the end.

You woke up to the hazy sight of your parents and a man. Presumably a doctor, considering how awful you feel right now and his white lab coat.

“It seems your child has… they must have stayed out in the cold too much… overworked… the medicine is quite expensive though, at least… that’s the minimum though…” the words were blurred together for you. Despite your fuzzy mind, you already got the gist of what was going on by the pain-stricken look on your parent's faces. They couldn’t afford that. You went back to sleep.

The next time you were woken up by the voice of the one who held most dear. You didn’t open your eyes, but you knew he was there, from his comforting voice as he stroked your arm. “I told you… overdo it… but that’s just how you are… too kind… make sure… better… love…” Your consciousness drifted away again.

The next few days you did not remember well, until your parents barged into the room with tears in their eyes, holding some sort of package. A sip of water and something fell down your throat, and you were soon asleep again.

You woke up the next day, feeling significantly better than before. Your parents were moved to tears, and they quickly recounted what had happened. Someone knocked on the door, and when they opened it, there was nothing but a package and a note left there. Inside was the medicine you needed, yet they did not know who placed it there. But you already knew the only person who’d do that for you.

You recognized the handwriting on the note as your friend’s. It was almost laughable. When you were first teaching him, he could barely form the letters properly, but he had practiced far more than you ever did, resulting in the pretty curves of words on a surprisingly strong piece of paper. You idly wondered how he managed to get it.

This medicine will make you better. Don’t worry about how I got it.

I have decided to leave this place for a while and pursue the dream I told you about. At first, despite my resolution, I was not sure how to go about it. But after seeing the things that happen to you, to a good person, I made up my mind to attain what I desire.

I would like to write more, but I’m afraid I do not have the time right now. But, do not worry. I will come back for you.

Please don’t push yourself too hard until then. I promise, soon you will not have to suffer any longer. Until then, thank you for believing in me.

The note ended there.

Even though your mind was still fuzzy from the fever, the contents of the letter quickly snapped you out of a stupefied daze. He left? Just like that? Of course, you weren’t mad at him for leaving. After all, you encouraged him to go for it, to at least try so that he wouldn’t meet the same fate as most people who lived in the slums did. But you didn’t even get to say goodbye. No hug or anything. No time to tell him how you felt. The reality of that made your heart sink.

You weren’t able to leave bed for a few days but as soon as you felt better again you roamed the streets, looking for the familiar tufts of black hair. You trudged through the thick snow, checking all possible spots he could be in, but to no avail. He was gone. It was as if he never existed too - the only thing you had to remember him by was this note. You thought about him every day, hoped for his success in his endeavors, and a small part of you hoped he thought about you too.

When you became of age, you were approached with an offer from the Northland Bank. You’re completely baffled at first, and a bit scared. Mostly Fatui members worked there, and why would they approach a low-class citizen like yourself too? But the offer was too tempting, the money calling your name and empty stomach more than ever. Your position was one of the lowest, simply making sure you had a perfect customer service smile as you directed customers where to go for their issues, but it paid damn well compared to the jobs in the slums. You worked hard and humbly, unaware your job was pulled behind the scenes by a… certain rising Fatui member.

A few years went by, and your position only went up. You weren’t really sure why when there were much more qualified Fatui workers than you but you gratefully accepted it. You had gotten used to the daily routine of greeting customers and helping them with their accounts. A while ago, you remember the bank being in a slight uproar over something.

“What’s all the commotion about?” you questioned. The bank was usually a quiet place.

“Northland Bank is now under the control of someone new! A new Harbinger has control of all the banks now!”

“Oh really? I didn’t expect that.”

“No, no, no - it’s not just that. You need to look at the picture of him. He’s jaw-dropping!!” your co-worker squealed as they shoved the newspaper into your face. You chuckled and dropped your eyes to the paper, but your smile immediately disappeared, and your face contorted into one of disbelief at who you saw. You snatched the paper out of their hands and practically pressed it to your face.

It couldn’t be. But the hair, the way his lips curved, the flutter of his eyelashes when he smiled. It was way too similar. You skimmed the article for more information. Pantalone, the new ninth Harbinger, was now the wealthiest among them… in charge of Snezhnaya’s economy and money supply… ambitious and promising.

You shakily put down the paper. The one in the papers was your childhood friend. So this was where he was all these years? Working for the Fatui? He’d been in the same nation the whole time and you didn’t know. But, that was a relief at the same time. At least he wasn’t somewhere far away.

“You looked like you’ve seen a ghost,” your co-worker chuckled. “Did his beauty stun you that much?”

You nervously chuckled and nodded in agreement, trying to organize your thoughts. Your childhood friend had achieved the dream he told you about so long ago. He didn’t just become rich, but a Harbinger at that, one of the most powerful positions in Snezhnaya and the world - he became Pantalone. And furthermore… he had grown up to be such a handsome, classy man. Your heart raced just thinking about him, as all the childhood memories rushed to your head. Did he remember you? No, no, that was countless years ago. He had the most luxurious life one could ever imagine. No way he would remember the random friend he made that long ago.

But that was okay, you thought as prepared to start working again. You were okay with burying these feelings again. You would be happy seeing him from afar, happy that he was living the life he deserved.

A year or two had passed since Pantalone was officially inducted as a Harbinger. Even though you decided you would be happy observing him from afar, it didn’t stop you from cutting out the articles of every newspaper Pantalone was in. You couldn’t help it - it had been so long. When the Harbingers were gathered in Snezhnaya, you’d brave the crowds and peer around for him. Some days you did not manage to see him. Your view was mostly obstructed by the cheering citizens, but one day, you were able to see him up close. It took your breath away. He was ethereal… You had to beeline it out of there before you started to get too emotional. The only thing you had yet to be aware of was that the ninth Harbinger himself saw you. Yes, he had always been keeping a close eye on you, staying his distance only for your safety. But that was soon to change.

It was another normal day at Northland Bank. The only noteworthy thing was that someone important was set to visit soon, so everyone was expected to be on their best behavior. It wasn’t anything new though - many people wanted to see the richest bank in Teyvat.

“[Name], could you go retrieve the documents of this client for me, please? Their name is…” your co-worker called. You nodded, after all, you had to return some files to the room as well. You got up, hands full, and headed to the room when your co-worker called for you again.

You turned around to face her and kept walking backward, ready to listen to her request when suddenly her face turned very pale. It looked like she was mouthing something to you and making an ‘X’ with her arms. Of course, you were confused by this gesture, so you turned back around to see what was wrong. But your vision was blocked by a black wall, one that had bits of blue and silver embroidering it, and before you could stop your legs from moving, you walked smack right into it.

“Watch it, dear,” a pair of hands reached out to steady your shoulders. “Make sure to watch where you’re going, hm?”

Your heart felt like it was stuck in your throat. That sleek voice was all too familiar, and the feeling of the bands of bejeweled rings through the gloves was a tell-tale sign of who it was. The visitor to the bank today was the Ninth Harbinger, Pantalone, and no one told you.

“Such a hard worker, aren’t you? So diligent,” the voice purred, his arms moving from your shoulders to down your arms, smoothing out your clothing and releasing you. Should you look up? Would that be disrespectful? You should respond though, right?

“Yes,” you said meekly. “Yes, sir,” you quickly corrected yourself. A moment of silence passed, and you think he was expecting you to raise your head, but you kept your stare on his well-polished shoes, which probably cost more than everything you own.

“Excuse me then, sir,” you stated timidly, desperate to get out of the situation. Before Pantalone could say anything, you bowed your head even more and speedily walked away, making sure to lock yourself in the files cabinet room. If you could scream right now, you would, because what the hell just happened?!

Outside, Pantalone was left with his usual smile. But inside, he was truly pleased - he was finally able to touch you after countless years. Oh, but the way you didn’t even look at his face left him slightly wounded; he wanted to see your eyes tremble with emotion and see your soft lips up close. But he did not need to worry. He would be seeing much more of you after all. Walking out of the bank, he left everyone in shock.

You prayed that you would not have to go through something like that but nope. Every day, Pantalone would come into the bank with the excuse of inspecting and observing the premises. But you knew that was a damn lie because all you could feel while you were working was his gaze on you. He would not hesitate to come up behind you and watch you work, making you nervous and almost mess up, with his silky compliments going to your head. He smelled so good and his hair bounced with practically every step, his voice had deepened to a velvety smooth one.

It was impossible for your childhood crush to not come creeping back up. The only problem was that you could not bring yourself to muster any conversation, so it was primarily Pantalone speaking. The only thing he managed to wring out of you was “Yes, sir” or “No, sir.” The most embarrassing part of this was that everyone in the bank knew what was going on. Yet the Harbinger did not seem to care. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it, as if he was sending out an undeniable message that said “They’re mine.”

Pantalone knew he had many admirers, people who lusted after him and his wealth. Yet the only one he had eyes were was you - the only person who had stayed with him since the miserable days of his childhood. He had been separated from you for so many years, building his reputation and wealth, slowly but surely, keeping you in mind as he worked tirelessly. Even when he became a Harbinger, he had to keep his distance and sort out any possible enemies. But now, he could finally have you all to himself.

Pantalone had caught you after your shift ended. As soon as you exited the bank, he was right there waiting for you, with that smile you deeply loved yet would not admit. You looked to the sides to see if there were any possible ways to escape, but he had trapped you.

“My dear [Name], why don’t we take a walk together? The weather is not too bad today.”

And that was how you found yourself in your current situation, walking side by side with your crush. Your throat felt dry as Pantalone spoke.

“You’ve been quite cold,” he feigned hurt. “It wounds me so that my dear childhood friend would forget me.”

You don’t know what came over you, but you immediately responded to that. “I didn’t forget. I could never forget you. I remember everything,” you blurted out swiftly. “I just,” you stopped walking and stared at the snow-covered path, thinking of what to say. Pantalone stopped walking too.

“It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you, I do very much in fact, it’s just that I don’t really know how to act since you’re a fancy Harbinger now and I’m just me, a normal person. And I didn’t really know if you’d still wanna talk to me since you have way better people to interact with anyway, and plus-”

“[Name],” Pantalone interrupted you. “Look at me.”

Hesitantly, you dragged your eyes from the ground to his face. His smile was gone, and his expression was unreadable, but he spread his arms to the side and uttered two words. “Come here,” he beckoned. That was all you needed as you jumped into his arms, pressing your face against his chest.

His hand stroked your hair and you melted into his touch instantly. “Darling, I can’t fathom how or why you would come to such a conclusion, but it’s quite the opposite. You are the only one who occupies my thoughts. The one who was the only light in my childhood. The one who saved me and helped me, expecting nothing in return.” His voice was soft as he held you tighter. “You are the only one I want.”

Your heart rate had increased significantly at his declaration of love. This was too much to process, so you opted to just squeeze your arms around him tighter. He got the message and allowed you time to take that in. Finally, you lifted your head up and peeked at his gorgeous face.

“Are you mad at me?” you said regretfully.

“I can assure you I could never be upset at anything you would do. That face is too adorable to be mad at,” he chuckled. You gritted your teeth. Why did he have to be so damn suave all the time?

His finger came to hook under your chin, making you raise your head more. His thumb playfully stroked your lips, wanting nothing more than to claim them as his.

“May I?”

You did not respond and instead jumped at the opportunity to surprise him, capturing his perfectly soft lips in yours. Clearly, he was not expecting that as his eyes widened, but he promptly bounced back by responding with more passion. And Archons, it was amazing. You didn’t really know what you were doing, but he took control flawlessly. He withdrew from the kiss, enjoying your breathless expression.

“I’m taking you home, to your new home,” he corrected himself. Smiling at your wide-eyed look, he pecked your lips again. “Surely you did not think,” he kissed you again, “that you would be away from me now? You’re going to live with me, of course.”

“I d-didn’t know we were just diving straight into- mhpm!” Your lips were not being spared from Pantalone’s greedy assault.

“I have had to deal with being away from you for years, not being able to feel you or talk to you, dealing with people who meant nothing to me. Do you know how painful that was?” Pantalone spoke genuinely and cupped your cheek. “I hope you do not plan to deny me, for I intend to spend as much time as possible with you starting now.”

You reached up and intertwined your fingers with his hand on your cheek. “Well… that sounds very good to me. I’ve missed you so much,” you agreed shyly, gazing into his loving eyes.

“Good,” Pantalone placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “We have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we, my love? Ah, and we’ll have to organize a new wardrobe for you, meals, products, assigned maids…” he continued to list off new items that you would have. (He promised the best for you, after all.)

You sweatdropped, slightly lost at his rambling. Did you really need all of that? But, you’d think about that later. You tugged at his arm, interrupting his mumblings.

“Come on, let’s go home, okay? I have a story I’ve been wanting you to read for me…”

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anantaru · 1 year

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i just remembered that one trend on tiktok where you get onna fake phone call and pretend you're getting some juicy gossip just to see how ur s/o would react and its so funny to imagine how the gossip bfs would be so nosey.

Kaveh full on turning the corner to stand beside you after hearing you "gasp in shock" and kuni slowly peeking his head around the doorframe and getting caught LMFOAIOJDJWJS

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cw. none, crack, gn! reader, gossip bf kuni & gossip bf kaveh, modern au!

synopsis. you play a fake phone-call prank on them

a/n. help nonnie i love this idea i had to write a little something to it <3

— scaramouche

"no, i do not believe this!"

dramatically pondering into the phone, you had made it your own personal duty to prank your boyfriend once again, unbeknownst to him of course.

but as might be expected, kuni wasn't stupid, so this had to be perfect, mind-blowing and you lowered your breathing to get in step with your devilish play.

scaramouche was currently in the living room, comfortably laying on the large couch while resting his eyes for a brief moment— today was one day like any other, needless to say it was demanding, becoming fatigued was only one of the many negatives of his job.

but then, before drifting off into a tranquil nap, your voice shook him awake, his eyes split open at your perceptible tone, scaramouche knew something big must've happened for you to be this all over the place and noisy.

and he knows better not to question it— that he was awfully bad at containing his excitement for any gossip, really, as long as there was something to gush and giggle about, complain or chitter chatter to his hearts content, kuni would always be right around the corner, cocking his ears to catch onto your words.

"but why would he do this?" you yell again, this time a step louder, "wait what?! he did what with his money?"

"who?!" bingo— you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from laughing, it was way too easy to pique scaramouche's interest.

"tell me who? hey!" he peaked from behind the couch— his voice a little breathy, lower too so he wouldn't interrupt your phone call which, unsuspected to him, was fake.

"i can't believe he would do this, wow." it's over, kuni assembles the remaining power in his body to push himself off the warm confines of the couch before stomping towards you.

"what happened?" he asks again and tilts his head in a confused manner, but you do not respond.

"end the call, i want to know."

and this time you couldn't hold back the bristling power of an incoming laughter as you hiccuped and howled at his pleading face.

"it's a prank!" you giggle, lips split into a contagious smile, "i‘m sorry!" but he wasn't having it, instead scaramouche purses his lips at you, closing his arms around his chest— which fun fact, he'd always do whenever he wanted to appear more stern or poised.

"tsk." he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, "you better make it up to me now."

— kaveh

"tell me!!"

kaveh restlessly whispers from right behind your body, once again— begging you to spill the beans, if it helps he'd even go on his knees for you.

but you further slant onto the kitchen counter, unbothered by all of this while motioning a short 'psst' sound with your lips so he'd keep himself quiet and wouldn't interrupt your oh so important phone call with your friend.

that admittedly, they weren't on a call with you right now— because in truth and nothing but the blatant truth, you began to play a little prank on him— quite evil, but what's new?

it was befitting too, to catch a glimpse of your boyfriends sweet tendencies to be hungry and eager for each and any gossip you could provide to him.

kaveh was unnerved— excited for something to gossip about because your stories tend to be so much better than his own which would mostly include his roommate alhaitham being a menace to society.

"wait!" you inaudibly gasp and dramatically place your hand on your chest, right above your heart for that extra special nuance that whatever was said right now, must've been huge, "so she went home with her?!"

"with whom??" kaveh whimpers, nudging his finger into your shoulder, once twice— beating frantically against your skin like he was trying to win a contest on; 'how to annoy your significant other the best'.

"who baby, say a name, please!"

"psst, kaveh!" you scold him and he squints, though you're a natural at concealing your amusement, "but i want to know." and he stomps his feet on the ground while sloping his body forward so he could hug you from behind and crush you with his weight— maybe even listen to the voice coming from your phone himself.

"i don't hear anything!" he pushes himself into you more, ear tightly planted against your hand that was holding your phone, "wait are you messing with me?"

he cocks a brow, pulling himself off you so he could look at your face and discern this mystery himself. he knows it in the way you suddenly hid your mouth with the back of your hand, sneakily placing the phone on the kitchen counter while giggling to yourself.

"sorry."

it doesn't help that you're so sweet— or that kaveh was madly in love with you, one of the two, otherwise he would've been actually mad at you now.

"seriously, i was so excited baby!"

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remusluvr · 9 months

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do i wanna know? | sirius black

summary: Sirius learns the consequences of treating people he loves bad. content: negative thoughts, fighting, angst, unedited note: this is a part two to my previous fic words i used (sirius black)

Sirius cannot believe how badly he messed up.

It makes his heart ache when he sees you talking to anyone knowing that you won't talk to him. You won't even glance at him in the hallway. The dark circles under his eyes worsen with each day. You notice them, of course, you do because no matter how hard you try to forget the boy, you can't.

Not talking to him is driving you crazy. Seeing him around is driving you crazy. You hate to admit it but you miss Sirius. And Sirius misses you.

He misses you so much that his body hurts. He's weighed down in bed each morning, unable to decide whether or not to even try and get up. That's when James realizes he needs to step in. He can't let his best friend hurt like this.

"Pads?" he calls quietly, peeling back the curtains to Sirius's bed. Sirius groans, turning away from the incoming sunlight. James mumbles an apology, although he doesn't really mean it, before continuing, "Time to get up. You missed class yesterday, you got to go today or they won't let you play in the quidditch game on Friday."

"I don't care about quidditch." James knows he's not getting anywhere. He won't budge without initiative. If quidditch can't be that initiative for him, he has to find what will work.

"Can you please just go and talk to him? Please!" James begs, practically on his hands and knees in front of the table you're trying to eat breakfast at. "You know you still like him. Feelings don't go away that easily. He's so mopey without you."

"He did that to himself, James."

"I know he did but he really likes you. He messed up big time. He knows that. All he wants is to talk to you."

"He had plenty of time to talk to me."

James looks defeated when you stand up, walking past him quickly. And whilst he thinks he's lost, you're stuck thinking about the conversation. You hate yourself for considering talking with Sirius. But you miss him so much, it would be nice to just talk to him for a little bit. You don't have to forgive him.

That's not a good idea. You know that you will forgive him if he starts trying to explain himself again. You won't let yourself be hurt like that again.

Although, your inner debate lasts for days and you find yourself in a similar position to Sirius's - rotting away in your bed, refusing to talk to anyone. You're grateful that it is midday on a Wednesday because there is no one around when you finally get yourself out of bed and out for a walk.

Your feet take you to an old spot that you and Sirius frequented. There's a big oak tree that overlooks the black lake. You and him would often bring a picnic out here or you'd come out here and cuddle away from prying eyes. You hate it here now.

And you hate it even more when you get closer, crunching a leaf under your foot, and scaring the boy sitting against the trunk. Sirius jolts up, rubbing at his eyes as he adjusts to the light.

"Did you sleep out here?"

"N-not for very long, only got here a little bit ago."

You nod idly, beginning to turn on your heel to leave when he reaches out for you. His hand grabs yours and the look on his face nearly has your resolve breaking.

"Can we talk, please? Just give me five minutes," he pleads, not letting go of your hand until he sees you nod your head. You pull your hand from his and go sit down on his blanket. He joins you. It feels just like old times if you don't think about all the hurt and cruel words spoken to each other.

"I miss you so much," he starts, noticing the way your arms are crossed over your chest and you're sitting as far as you can from him, "And I am so sorry that I treated you the way that I did. I should have grown a pair and asked you out properly but I didn't. I fucked up so bad. I hate that you're not talking to me. And I hate that I deserve it. You obviously don't have to forgive me but I just needed to talk to you."

His hands are shaky as they rest in his lap. You're not saying anything and he wants to cry. You hate him and you'll never forgive him and he wants to steal a time-turner.

"You made me feel so special, Sirius. All I wanted was for you to ask me out. And when I say that is all I wanted I mean that that is all I wanted. You made me think that I would get that one day. Seeing you with other girls made me think that I was just a joke to you. I feel so stupid. And I feel any stupider that I miss you."

"If you give me a chance, I'll prove to you how much I love you. I know you have no reason to believe me but I want to show you."

"Y-you love me?" Your voice is shaky and you curse yourself. His face drops and if you weren't so shocked, you would've laughed. He doesn't try to backtrack instead just sitting there, eyes trained on the blanket pattern.

You were screwed from the beginning of this conversation. You knew you shouldn't have stayed and listened.

"If you hurt me, Sirius, you won't survive it," you threaten, pushing yourself into his lap. He can't believe it and tears sting at the corners of his eyes. He knows it's embarrassing but it feels so good to have you touching him again. "I love you, too."

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wakandas-vibranium · 1 year

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Wednesday Nights || Part One

Pairing: Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smutty smut, phone sex, dirty talk, teasing, swearing, sex work

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: As a single parent of an active kid Joel’s funds were tight, so he needed to find a quick way to make more income and surprisingly, you could make good money being a phone sex operator.

A/N: I kept daydreaming about Joel being a PSO. When I went to search for related fics I couldn’t find any so I wrote one :) Please like, comment and reblog!

part two

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part five

Your nerves deteriorated with each passing minute. It was almost ten o'clock. On most days, the time didn't matter, but today was Wednesday. Wednesday nights were highly essential for you.

For the past five months, you've been making late-night phone calls to talk to a specific phone sex operator named Jay. You had a sneaking suspicion that "Jay" wasn't actually his name, but you didn’t let that bother you. You understood that the operators were obligated to follow certain procedures for their own safety.

Except for the few small truths he told you, Jay's personal life was a vast mystery to you. All you gathered about him from your extensive conversations was that he was a man in his early thirties from the southern parts of the United States who enjoyed a good cup of coffee before starting his day. He never specified where in the south he grew up, but the Texan drawl sounded too genuine to be artificial.

On Wednesdays, Jay only worked until 11 o'clock, so the two of you came to the conclusion fairly early on that you should dial in a little after 10 in order to ensure that you were his final call of the day.

You managed to calm your nerves by doing a little dance. You twirled in circles until you found yourself standing in front of your full-length mirror that was intentionally placed in front of your bed. You stopped dancing and stood there, appreciating your half-naked figure in the mirror as you waited for the clock to strike 10:03.

You weren't sure why you always ended up so nervous around this time of the week. You'd been doing this for a while now, but it was just something about Jay that turned you into the shyest little thing.

You looked downright delicious in your baby blue lingerie. You brought it this afternoon along with a new toy. It wasn't like Jay could see it, but your imagination ran wild. Your breasts sat flawlessly in the laced blue bra. You looked like a fucking snack.

If only you could meet Jay in person, you thought, sighing in disappointment. You eyed the clock and shook the negative thoughts from your head before you ended up in a funk. It was time to dial in.

You were already drained from the week's stressors, and there were still two more days to go. You were in your last year of graduate school and utterly stumped on your thesis. You were sick of doing research, reading, typing, crying, and everything else that came with being a grad student. At this point, all you wanted to do was talk to Jay for as long as you possibly could and get off.

You called in, waiting for the main operator to ask you who you wanted to be transferred to. She answered in her usual upbeat voice. You answered her question and before you knew it the line was being transferred to Jay. You held your breath on every ring, as you always did, until Jay picked up. Unexpectedly, a memory of your very first call came flooding back.

9:58pm five months ago

Valentine’s Day

Ring. Ring. Click.

“Decompress until there’s a mess,” a cheerful woman said as she answered your call and you fought back a cackle at that ridiculous ass slogan. “Who would you like to speak to tonight?”

“Umm…this is my first time calling, so I’m not really sure.” you admitted.

“That’s alright, sugar,” the woman assured softly. “Let’s start with the simple stuff. Do you have a preference for gender or ethnicity?”

“Umm, well, ethnicity doesn’t matter, but I’d like to speak with a man.”

“Okay. We’re getting somewhere. What kind of man?”

“Someone with an accent.”

“What kind of accent? We have ‘em all here, sugar.”

The constant use of the pet name actually eased your nerves. Your shyness was depleting while your confidence was rising.

“A southern accent?”

You had a slight accent kink since you could remember. You appreciated all accents, but there was something extra sweet about southern men and the way they could hold a conversation. Maybe it was because you grew up in the south too.

“Louisiana?” The operator asked as she typed away at her computer. By the sound of her taps, her nails must have been quite long. You bet they looked as pretty as she sounded.

“More of a Texan accent please.” You insisted, nibbling your bottom lip as you waited for her to find someone.

“That’ll be Jay then.”

“It looks like he’s finishing up another call,” she informed. “Do you mind waiting on hold for a few minutes before I transfer you?”

“No, I don’t mind. Thank you.”

“Okay. Placing you on hold now.”

You were on hold for maybe forty five seconds. The wait music stopped abruptly and the line rang four times before a sultry voice spoke. “Hello, darlin’.”

And fuuuuuuuck.

The sultry twang of his voice sounded like toe curling, earth shattering, raw sex.

You went to say hello, but for some reason you forgot how your mouth worked. You palmed your forehead, wincing.

How embarrassing.

“Hello?” he said, tone shifting slightly.

“Hi.” you finally whispered, palms somewhat shaking. You never did anything like this. Thank god he couldn’t see how much of a nervous wreck you were. You weren’t a virgin, but you didn’t have that many sexual experiences. There was plenty left for you to learn.

“Sorry,” you continued, swallowing the lump in your throat. “This is my first time doing something like this and I’m a little nervous.” you admitted, shifting in the computer chair, spreading your legs.

“I understand. We can take it slow, okay?”

“Okay.” you nodded as if he could fucking see you.

“My name is Jay. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” you blurted, without thinking. Were you supposed to give him a fake name?

He chuckled softly, “That your real name, darlin’?”

“Yeah,” you sighed deeply. “It is actually.”

“Well, Y/N is such a pretty name.” He complimented.

“Thank you.” you smiled, shoulders relaxing as you began to twirl in your chair.

“How old are you?” Jay asked.

“I’ll be 28 next month,” you revealed, slipping into a more seductive voice now that your nerves were further away, “How old are you?”

“I’ll be 31 later in September.”

“Ah, so you’re a Libra man?” you teased. You weren’t super into astrology, but you knew the basics and looked at compatibility charts every now and then.

“Am I now?” he laughed.

“You are and I’m an Aries. Apparently we’re very compatible.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

“You believe that?” He retorted.

“Sort of.” you mumbled, half shrugging.

“I think we’ll find out in a lil’ bit.” Jay purred. You pulled the phone away from your ear as you shivered in anticipation. You were already wet for him.

Goddamn. He already had you hooked

“Evenin’ darlin’,” Jay answered warmly on the third ring.

“Hi,” you responded, beaming up at yourself in the mirror. Jeez all it took was a simple greeting from Jay to have you smiling from ear to ear. “How has your day been?”

“It’s been alright. Even better now though.” He said, already flirting.

“I’m wearin’ the blue lace lingerie we looked at last week.” You blurted, getting straight to the point. You usually talked about regular things, but you were pent up and needed him to do what he was perfect at and make you a soaking wet mess.

“Ohh,” he exhaled sharply, “I wish I could watch you model it for me, Y/N.” He was always so good and going with the flow. He always made sure to give you what you needed. After all, that was what you were paying him for. It was left unspoken that you both forgot that this was a transaction a few months ago.

“I bought a toy, too.”

“What kind?” He perked up, even more interested.

“You got your laptop open?”

“Mmhmm.” he replied.

“Go to www.lovegasm.com.”

You listened to the pad of his fingers fall against the laptop keys as he followed your instructions. You ignored the fact that you were lowkey jealous of the keyboard that got to feel how his fingers felt against them.

“Okay. I’m there.”

“Click on the drop-down in the left hand corner.”

“Okay.”

“Then click on ‘for women’ then select ‘dildos’.” you instructed, you slid off your shawl, moving over to the edge of the bed to give him and the page a few extra seconds to load before asking, “You there?”

“Yep. Which one am I looking for?”

“Right column. Sixth one down.”

“I see,” he said, humming in excitement.

“Look familiar?” You asked, giggling softly as you laid back on your bed, spreading your thighs.

“A bit.” he admitted, unable to hide the smile in his voice. You could hear it clear as day. It was another small thing you looked forward to.

“I can’t wait to feel yo—it inside me, Jay.” you caught yourself, but it was too late. He’d already heard you and his cock twitched in response.

“No, you were right the first time, baby.” he said, kind of muffled, grunting softly as he raised his arms, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt.

“I’m a bit thicker towards the top so we’re gonna have to finger you open, so that I can slide in perfectly.”

“Okay. Do you want me to take off my panties?”

“No,” he said, inhaling sharply. “Pull them to the side and rub your clit for me.”

You obeyed, pulling your panties to the side and slowly rubbed your clit with your middle finger, sighing softly.

“How wet are you?”

“Honestly,” you breathed deeply, running a finger down your slick slit. “I’ve been wet for you all day, Jay.” He groaned deeply at your admission, thick cock swelling in his pants.

“You’re gonna cum twice for me tonight, Y/N. First on my fingers, then on my cock.”

Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp. He knew you loved when he talked to you that way. It helped you get off even more.

“Got it?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Repeat it.” he demanded, growling softly in your ear. You stopped breathing for a second. Completely turned on by the rough tone he was taking with you.

God he knew what you liked so well.

“I’m cummin’ twice tonight. On your fingers, then on your cock.” You repeated, voice deep with arousal. You whimpered softly, rubbing faster as you felt that coil deep in your belly loosen a smidge. You were getting closer to the edge.

“Good girl.” he praised, making you sigh deeply and even more of a puddle.

“Slide a finger inside you,” he instructed, “Slow pumps.”

You obeyed, pushing in your middle finger, massaging your folds gradually. Although the motion was effective, it wasn’t sufficient. It didn't push you very far at all. You needed more.

“Can I add another finger, baby?” You asked, moaning louder as you rubbed your clit in wide slow circles, getting wetter by the second.

“Go ahead,” said Jay, granting you permission.

You added another finger, pumping faster. Now you were getting somewhere.

“Jay,” you moaned softly, grinding down on your fingers as you sped up just a little.

“I love the way you moan for me.” he praised, grunting softly as he popped the button open on his jeans and unzipped them. The faint sound of his zipper being pulled down made your nipples harden almost painfully.

“Shit Jay, I wish these were your fingers.” you admitted, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, shyness long gone. You closed your eyes, picturing Jay’s fingers inside of you, while his free hand held pressure on your lower stomach. You listened to him pull his jeans down some.

“I know baby,” he groaned, palming his hard cock through his boxers, “So do I.”

“Keep rubbin’ your clit for me,” like the good and dutiful girl you were, you obeyed, rubbing your bundle of nerves in tight, fast circles. Your other fingers were busy pumping in and out of your tight hole.

It was weird at this angle, but you added a third finger and curled them up. Your thighs trembled as you fingered and rubbed yourself harder. Jay could hear how soaked you were for him and pulled his cock out, thumbing the bead of precum before stroking it lazily. You were always so wet for him and he oh so badly craved to taste it.

He inhaled sharply before letting a single command fall past his lips, “Cum.”

“Fuuuuck!” you moaned loudly as you came, body jerking against the bed as you worked yourself slower.

“That’s it, baby,” Jay purred lowly, talking you through a well anticipated orgasm. “Let it out for me.” You were gonna have to change your sheets, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You were sex crazed.

One down. One more to go.

Jay’s hand locked down painfully on his cock, stopping himself from almost cumming. “Now grab my cock and put it in your mouth.” Jay said, taking a steadying, deep breath. The sounds you made when you came always got to him. The sinful whimpers and desperate grunts you let out damn near made him go feral with lust.

You palmed the silicone cock and brought it to your lips, licking up the veiny shaft before taking it into your mouth.

“Suck it, baby. Let me hear it.” He cupped his dick loosely, starting back up with slow strokes. He had to be careful.

You sucked the head while simultaneously pulling on the base, making the tip tug at your plump lips.

“Mmhmm,” he moaned, encouraging you to take him deeper. You tilted your head to get a better angle and took the fake cock as deep as you could, bobbing your head up and down, moaning loudly. When you choked, Jay growled. “Fuuuck, baby! You take me so well.”

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Jay said, panting sharply, “I can hear it. Go ahead and push me in. I know that I’ll fit easily.”

“Goddamnit Jay,” you cursed, letting the dildo fall from your stretched lips with a loud pop, slapping your inner thigh hard enough to leave it aching in the morning.

“What?” He asked, snickering softly because he already knew the answer.

“You just always know what to say.” you praised, gasping softly as you pushed the cock inside you, all the way to the hilt. He was right. It stretched you, but you were so wet it didn’t even pinch.

You pushed the silicone cock inside you deep and fast. It felt so fucking good. You paused your moans so you could hear Jay. You wanted to match his strokes. Once he realized what you were doing he sped up.

“Yeah, that’s it, babygirl,” he praised, groans growing louder, “Fuck yourself just like that. Don’t stop.”

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” you warned, pumping yourself even harder.

“Did I tell you that you could cum?” The harshness of his voice made you open your eyes and slow your movements just a tad.

“Jay p—please, baby,” you moaned louder, begging him to let you cum. He loved teasing you and you loved that he loved it.

“Please what, darlin’?” said Jay, amusement heavy in his tone. He knew exactly what you wanted. Needed. He was gonna give it to you, but you had to ask first. You had to beg for it.

“Cum with me this time,” you coaxed, whole body shuddering just from hearing the downright filthy noise Jay just made.

“Okay, babygirl,” he groaned lowly, breaths quickening as he pumped his cock nice and fast. “Whatever you want.”

“I want you to cum with me,” you begged, head thrashing wildly against the pillows as the tip of the dildo brushed up against that sweet spot deep inside of you. “I want to hear your moans mix with mine when we cum.”

You sobbed as you started back rubbing your clit. The tight circling of your finger combined with the rapid thrusts from the dildo gave you a window of 30 seconds before you were cumming your brains out.

“That’s it, baby,” Jay snarled, hips jerking wildly up into his fist as he stroked his cock even faster. “Be a good girl and cum with me.”

You came with a loud cry as your climax tore through you, back arching all the way off the mattress in sheer pleasure. Jay followed right behind you, cursing and whimpering as white ropes of cum landed on his belly and chest. You both panted harshly, together over the line as you recovered slowly from your intense orgasms.

“I think that was our best one yet.” he laughed warmly as he pulled a few tissues from the square box on his workstation to clean himself up.

“Hell yeah it was,” you agreed, cheering weakly. Your arms were sore as hell and your legs still shook, but you felt amazing. You were on cloud nine, fully satiated.

“Have a good night, darlin’,” Jay cooed, sleepily. “And good luck with your thesis.”

“Thanks. Night Jay.” You giggled softly, disconnecting the call, rolling over onto your side before drifting off to sleep.

The next few days were a breeze. You were in an advantageous mood thanks to Jay, and so you added four more pages to your thesis. You only had six pages left.

On Saturday morning you woke up earlier than usual and decided to get dressed and head to your favorite coffee shop. The cafe was only a couple blocks away from your apartment so you walked there. You loved early morning strolls. The gentle wind dancing across your soft skin as the sun began to peak always made you feel alive.

You left the cafe after the barista handed you your Assam Black tea and breakfast sandwich, while typing a text to one of your lab partners. You took a few steps without looking and collided with someone, dropping both your sandwich and your phone. Luckily, the grip you had on your tea did not falter.

You both apologized at the same time.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir. I wasn’t even lookin' in front of me.”

“My apologies, darlin’.' ' the man said, bending down to pick up your squished sandwich and unscratched cell phone.

That voice.

That voice you knew all too well.

Especially on Wednesday nights.

A cold chill ran across your neck and down your back, “Jay?” you squeaked loudly, staring at him in disbelief as he stood back up with your items in his hands. He stretched out his hands to give them back to you only to stop short, eyes widening in utter shock when he realized what you had called him.

The corner of his mouth turned up as he grinned briefly. It didn’t quite match his eyes at all. “Y/N, I take it?”

“Yes,” you nodded, giving him a small smile. “Hi, Jay.”

“Hi.” he said, eyes blinking slowly as he stood there flabbergasted, still holding your belongings in his hands.

“Nice to meet you.” you continued, extending your hand out for him to shake.

He shifted your sandwich and phone to his left hand, grabbed your hand with his now-free hand, and shook it twice. “Nice to meet you, too Y/N.” he said, shooting you a toothy grin. God, his smile was to die for. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he checked you out, admiring the view. During your phone calls, he, too, fantasized about what you looked like. He was not disappointed.

His palm enveloped yours. Damn his hands were large, you thought, gawking at him unapologetically. They were warm and had a few callouses. He must have used his hands a great deal for his other job. He never mentioned what he did for work.

You hoped that bumping into him wouldn't ruin your Wednesday night dalliances. Maybe he'd be okay with talking somewhere less public. It was quite rowdy both inside and outside of the coffee shop.

“My apartment is two blocks away if you want to go somewhere more private so we can talk.” you babbled, no longer able to look at him in his intense, pecan brown eyes for too long due to your shyness coming at it at an all time high. Fuck he was intimidating. The confidence he exuded had your mouth watering.

Christ, he was sex on a stick. The man only had on a dark gray shirt, blue jeans that hugged him in all the right places and working boots. A warm flush crept across your face and neck. Get it together, girl, you thought to yourself. He barely said two full sentences to you and you were already hot and bothered. To be fair, he’d been the only one to make you cum every week for the past five and a half months.

He raised a thick eyebrow at your suggestion — you dropped his hand, gesturing wildly once you realized how your offer must have sounded. “I mean—fuck! I promise I’m not a weirdo, Jay.”

His eyes crinkled as he chuckled, shaking his head fondly at you, “Joel,” he said. “My name is Joel.”

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underthe-redhood · 3 months

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our last chance

- a/n: it's mentioned that the reader is the daughter of bruce and selina, but it's never mentioned that she's biologically related, so you could definitely interpret it as her being adopted by them!

8. blueberry icing

- synopsis\\ you watch as dick runs off after batman betrays him for the last time, causing the family to fall apart. after an explosion, and a time machine, with a speedster to help you, you have one last chance to stop history from repeating itself.

• word count: 1,253

• masterlist

INCOMING CALL: dick :3

you quickly looked up at bart, very nervous about why dick could be calling. "pick up before it goes to voicemail!" bart panicked.

"relax, there's no way we got caught," you tried to reassure him but your tone was dripping with anxiety.

"hey y/n, turns out barbara's not here. she texted saying she got an alert, is everything okay?" he asked.

this wasn't totally unexpected but nonetheless your heartbeat was speeding up. "oh uh, i can probably go down to the batcave and check?" you offered, hoping he wouldn't take you up on it.

"no that's okay, we're probably just gonna pick up some donuts and head back. they have blueberry icing, you really like that one don't you?" he suggested.

"yeah i do, you're the best," you said. saying that out loud made some of the guilt go away, because it reminded you why you were doing all of this.

"anything for you," he chuckled before hanging up. you were a little worried that your plan was going to lead to them having fights; but then that was sort of the point, wasn't it?

"what now?" bart asked you. you thought about it for a second, you couldn't just cause one small inconvenience and then move on to the next step of the plan. obviously you would need to cause several more for this part of the scheme to actually work.

"i think we should keep this up for at least like another week or so,” you told him. he nodded his head at you a little bit.

“won’t it seem suspicious if the problems just suddenly stop though?” he asked with slight concern.

“not necessarily,” you said. “if we can make the problems seem subtle enough then it should just seem like they went through a little rough patch.”

“okay yeah, that makes sense,” he said. “but what exactly are we gonna cause next?” he asked, still not totally clear on the plan. but, to be fair, neither were you as you still hadn’t even perfected the plan yet.

“i’m not really sure yet,” you looked down as you thought about it. “oh!” an idea came to you. “she works at the university’s library, so we could pose some fake events there and convince her to work extra shifts to help out with it. the more time she spends at the library, the less time she’ll have with dick,” you proposed the idea and he looked at you in thought.

“i mean yeah, i don’t see why that wouldn’t work,” he said. “we could also try convincing dick to spend some time going over some extra training with the titans. i know starfire really loves it when he comes back to visit and he seems to enjoy getting to help us out every once in a while.”

“that’s perfect,” you smiled. “then it won’t just be babs ditching dick, so it won’t be a ton of negativity just immediately dumped onto them.” you hugged him out of joy, you were so thrilled because it really seemed like things could actually work out and that you could actually get your brother back.

bart loved that you were hugging him, and he couldn’t deny that being around you felt just a little bit more special every time. it was clear to him that he was falling for you, but it didn’t bother him or freak him out. you had always been so perfect to him, even when he only saw you as a friend. it only made sense to him that he would start to catch romantic feelings for you as well.

however, he could tell that you hadn’t caught onto his actual feelings yet. you just assumed that he was a flirt the same way his cousin was before he finally got a girlfriend. and while bart was a bit like wally in some ways, it was different with you and it always would be. the real question to him, however, was how you felt about him. he knew the feelings of closeness and trust were mutual but he wasn’t sure you reciprocated the same feelings.

and, in a way, he was right. the same way you hadn’t noticed the way that he liked you, you hadn’t picked up on the subtle reasons that had led to you acting the way that you did. you weren’t sure why you let it slip that you thought he was cute. you weren’t sure why you felt bubbly when you tried to think about why you called him cute. you considered the possibility that you liked him, but you weren’t sure if you were overreading your emotions or not. that, and you already had so much to worry about with dick that you didn’t think you even had the time to really think much into it.

and so, you let it go. as special as bart was to you, you knew that you would have to work that out later. at that moment you had to worry about dick. it was a little heartwarming, however, to think about how you would never have to worry about bart. he would always be there for you, and for that you were so thankful.

“i’m sorry about your time machine,” you brought it up as your tone became faintly sorrowful. “i know going back home means a lot to you.”

“it’s okay,” he said. “the longer i stay here the more reason i have not to leave.” you didn’t know that he was referencing you, and he was maybe a little glad about that. you meant so much to him, that he would rather tease you about relationships as a friend then try one out when it wasn’t meant to be and risk everything in the process. as long as he got to be around you, it didn’t really matter to him what role he was playing.

his statement filled you with an odd feeling of joy, and still you weren’t sure why. “still, i’m always here for you too.”

then it was his turn to smile, “thank you y/n, that really does mean a lot.” but then his smile became more of a smirk, “so back to when you said ‘if we ever date’..” he trailed off.

you felt flustered, “oh my god you know what i meant!” but there was still that little voice in your head that wanted you to put more thought into it then, rather than later. because, did you know what you meant?”

“i’m just saying, fake dating is such a common trope that your brothers would never suspect it as part of a plan to rewrite the timeline,” he was doing a damn good job at selling you.

“i feel like we might just end up there with the grave i’ve been digging for myself,” you warned him. “why do you want this so bad? is this your way of secretly getting me to fall madly in love with you,” you joked.

“maybe it is, maybe it isn't,” he said with a goofy grin. he was so charming, you really were glad that the two of you became friends– even if it was under tragic circumstances. “i should probably get going before they all come back, though.”

you nodded, “i’ll call you tonight?” he had taken a few steps back but was still looking at you.

“i’m looking forward to it birdie,” he winked, and then he sped off leaving you feeling flustered once again.

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Jake x tonowari x hybrid fem reader

(reader is omatikaya and metkayina mixed)

Takes place in the Metkayina Village

When the reader has a seizure and reader is pregnant with Jake and Tonowari child maybe about 6 months (instead of Kiri in that one scene) So Jake and Tonowari have to get Norm to see if he can do anything to help her be a Ronal couldn’t do anything. After Norm and his team did all they could says that the reader is going to be in a coma for a while to build up strength again. And reader stays in a coma for 2 weeks Jake and Tonowari they are not sleeping or eating because they are to worried about the reader. To the point the moment that the reader wakes up Jake pass out because he was so sleep deprived and when reader was in a coma Tonowari had to keep an eye on Jake because he was taking it worse than Tonowari was and when the reader finally wakes up after almost 2 weeks of being in a coma reader and Tonowari have to now take care of Jake.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲,𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

Tonowari stood from his seat as he heard the conch shell being blown. He and his warriors grabbed their weapons and ran outside the pod, looking around for incoming threats. “Tonowari!” Jake ran over.

“What is going on?”

“It’s Y/n.”

Tonowari felt his heart sink. When that conch shell was blown in that key, it didn’t mean anything good. He ran behind Jake, hoping he wouldn’t walk into a grisly scene concerning you.

Just as they entered they saw you laying on the pod floor, unconscious and luckily breathing. “What is this!” Tonowari pushed away the Metkayina people that surrounded you. He leaned his head down to your mouth, to listen if you were breathing. You were, so he sat up and began rubbing your cheek. “Y/n! Y/n! Get up!” He panicked as you were unresponsive to his touch.

With a scrunched face he turned around, “What happened?!”

“We were at the tree of ancestors. I- I don’t-” The na’vi woman began stuttering.

“Spit it out!” Jake yelled.

“Sh-She plugged in and had a seizure.”

Tonowari and Jake looked at each other with worry. Tonowari looked down to face you and let out an exasperated sigh. He placed his hand on your swollen belly, which he also worried about.

“Get Ronal.” He commanded. “NOW!” People in the room began to scramble as they feared their leader's wrath. Soon after Ronal entered the pod, holding a bowl full of supplies. “Olo’eyktan.” She greeted plainly.

“You have to help her.” His voice cracked.

“I am no Tsahik.”

“You trained for this!” He raised his voice. “Do what you can.” He calmed down.

Jake had stepped out of the pod, using his pager to send a message to Norm. His fingers trembled as he tried to type the SOS message to his long time buddy. If anyone knew what happened it would be him.

Ronal sucked the air around your stomach with cupped hands, removing the negative energy that may be incapacitating you right now. She blew the impure air up into the sky, dissipating and spreading it out. Tonowari watched intently, looking for a blink, or a lip twitch, but nothing came.

After a few minutes the woman sat up in defeat, huffing in frustration. “The baby is fine.” She declared. “But I can do no more than this.”

Jake let out a strangled sob, hunching over and grabbing his knees as he tried to hold his tears in. This was the first time he felt true fear in a while, and it seemed this nightmare was just starting.

After the acceptance that you weren’t gonna wait for a while. Tonowari and Jake had you moved back home, where the three of you would wait for Norm and his team of doctors to come check you out. Jake made sure to keep you hydrated, squeezing a rag of freshwater over your lips every hour on the hour.

Tonowari halted his duties for a little while, staying home and watching over you right across from Jake, staring at the small details on your body to see if anything would change. He often found himself falling asleep right next to you, while Jake didn’t sleep at all.

You ‘needed someone at all times’ Jake told Tonowari when he was urged to get some sleep. He noticed the bags forming under Jake’s eyes, and the blank look he held at the wall while he sat above you.

Days went on with the same cycle until the helicopter finally landed and Norm came to the rescue. Jake and Tonowari kept their distance as they observed how the team of doctors poked and prodded at your body, being extra cautious because of the baby.

Norm noticed the state of the two men and turned around, pulling his headphones that monitored your heartbeat off. “Go get some air.” He urged them. “This may take a while.”

“She hasn’t eaten.” Jake said blankly. “She doesn’t eat, I don’t eat.”

Norm looked at him in disbelief, turning to Tonowari hoping he would at least go, but he didn’t move, only staring at the doctor. Norm huffed, and turned back to you, moving the medical instrument over your chest. “Your body is still active, hers shut down. She can survive this, you can’t. Go eat.” Norm explained.

Jake shook his head and took a seat on the ground, still intently watching over the doctors.

A few days later Norm mentioned the improvements he saw in your motor systems. “She can not risk plugging into the tree for the rest of the pregnancy term. The next plugin may result in the loss of the child.”

Tonowari sighed in disappointment. He knew how often you made trips to the tree of voices when things got rough.

“After. Will she be able to plug in after?” Jake asked.

Norm nodded. “We suspect it's something with the baby. Like pregnancy cravings. A woman can go from loving foods to hating them. Somehow her body is rejecting the plug in.”

The two na’vi men nodded, finally understanding what might’ve gone wrong.

Night fell and after the doctors went back to their temporary pods for the night, the two found themselves watching over you again. Tonowari snuggled in right next to you while Jake stood, back leaning against the wall. He stared at your figure as he felt his vision grow blurry.

Tonowari trailed his hand down your arm and locked hands with you. You squeezed his hand, which made the warrior jump. He quickly sat up and looked down at you. “Y/n?”

Slowly you began to flutter open your eyes, making eye contact with Tonowari as you woke up. “Wari? Jake?” You said groggily as you faced him. Jake smiled softly, seeing your open eyes, before falling into darkness himself.

When you woke up, Jake fell down. You couldn’t run to him like you wanted to, as you had been bedridden for weeks. But Tonowari assured you Jake was in good hands. The morning came around and doctors flooded the room, taking diagnostics and checking both you and baby.

You couldn’t help but to look over the sea of doctors to see Jake's fragile figure laying in a bed similar to yours. It had been a full day and he hadn’t moved not one bit. Tonowari saw your somber look and grabbed your hand to comfort you. He was grateful that you were awake, but he wouldn’t say that out loud seeing that Jake had followed the same fate.

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leakyweep · 6 months

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Doflamingo x gn!Reader - Patience

@kyuuin9in ; Morning, hope you’re doing better! It’s 💜 anon, decided to come off anon for the request. :D I’ve had this on my mind for a while; how would Doffy feel if he met someone who actually read him like an open book to the point where his s/o actively (but not verbally) tries to teach him healthier habits, such as handing him a glass of water instead of letting him reach for the bottle of wine after a nightmare, proving him with emotional support without outright asking him about it and not expecting him to tell her about it. But also being basically attached to the hip to him and just doing things for him without him asking her to. He’s thinking about getting some salt? Well, would you look at that his s/o already passed it to him. (I also think his s/o wouldn’t like Trebol too much cause he’s an active enabler of Doffy’s bad habits 💀💀)

A/N ; Thank you for this lovely request! Writing Doffy being soft is so fun and challenging, so I hope you enjoy <3

Words ; 0.8k

Warnings ; None, just pure fluff. Although this fic is sfw, my blog is not. Minors, you are not welcome on my blog. Thank you.

Being with Doflamingo was a full time job. It didn’t matter that you lived under his income, under the roof of his stone palace, in his pink satin sheets. You helped out the servants in your free time, making up for the harsh side Doffy always showed the helpful staff. You stood in the kitchen, cutting vegetables, preparing lettuce, learning how long to cook meat to the exact temperature the master enjoyed. You found the servants to be quite pleasant; and while your husband was off in some meeting, you got to know his underlings, smiling and listening to their interesting stories and anecdotes.

At the end of the day, when changing into your silk pajamas in front of your beloved, he asked you why in the hell you spent your days folding laundry with his servants, thanking them at the dinner table, tucking them in and telling them about the days you spent on the sea when you would join him on his expeditions – and your answer was simple.

“They’re people too.”

This made him… think. In his office, in bed, with the other members of the royal family. Of course, your least favorite cohort, Trebol, had many negative things to say about your kindness. He found it pathetic, trying his best to convince Doffy you were his weakest link, that your emotions were too strong. Of course, this made your love see red, grabbing his closest commander by the collar to tell him never to speak about you that way. Although your heart swelled, it discouraged you from being around Trebol for long bouts of time.

One particular night, you had joined him in bed later than usual, too caught up in your screaming thoughts as loud as a freight train in your ears. Sitting in the plush armchair Doffy had gifted you for a birthday in the past, you watched the moon slowly ascend into its place in the dark sky, trying your best to focus on all the good things in your life, the most prominent being the large, snoring figure just feet behind you, sleeping wistfully beneath his heavy comforter. This was short lived, though, when he was snapped awake by a harsh nightmare, his breaths ragged and uneven.

You turned from your seat to ask him what was wrong, but before you could, his large hand reached for the bottle of red wine on his bedside table. You frowned at him and when his golden eyes met yours, you shook your head.

“Darling, let me put that away for you. I’ll grab you some water.” Your footsteps were soft against the carpet as you took the bottle before he could argue. You disappeared to the kitchen to grab a glass of cold water for him as he pouted like a little boy who got his toy taken away. His expression upon rearrival made you chuckle gently while handing him the glass. With a roll of his eyes a mumble of gratitude, he took the glass and sipped. He fell back asleep in your arms that night, your manicured nails gliding through his blonde locks to calm him back to his dreamland.

Over time, you began to learn small habits to change for his well being – wine was forever replaced with water on his bedside table, you found yourself passing him things before he could ask at the dinner table, learning his triggers to help him calm himself when he was tested, being his kind ambassador when going to the town to enjoy the nightlife. You wouldn’t change it for the world, you thought. You loved this man – and you realized that while he was ruthless, powerful, and malicious, he also had feelings, and he just needed a little help dealing with them in a self-sustaining way.

Doffy’s heart had grown a few sizes since meeting you, or so he was convinced. The way you were kind to every living creature, how you spoke to children and laughed at their terrible jokes in the streets of Dressrosa, your calming tone as he felt those tendrils of anger threaten to choke him and devour him whole and completely dissipate at the sound of your voice – it all drew him closer to you, wanting to smother himself in the absolutely pure and selfless aura that radiated from your smooth skin. Hearing your laugh after a long day of work and dealing with absolute imbeciles was like medicine. Making love to you was like nothing he had felt before. All these things combined into one, and Doffy was marrying you within the next year.

You were thankful for him, just as he was for you. And you knew as you grew old together, he would change, and he would grow, and that he just needed time.

You were willing to be patient with him until the end of time.

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bloatedandalone04 · 8 months

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Carless Whisper

➪the one where james struggles with getting used to his life without you, even nearly a year after the break up.

Warnings: angst, fluff, indications of smut, kissing, swearing, mentions of blood, mentions of guns, mentions of death, descriptions of injuries, spoilers...duh

Word Count: 7.1k | Part 1, Part 2

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Starting over was something James never wanted to do again.

The last time he did this, he was sure he would end up spending the rest of his life with you.

You. The one person who understood him on a deeper level than anyone else.

You. The love of his life and the light in his darkest shadows.

You. The girl who had done nothing but love him and care for him.

You. Whose heart he had completely shattered.

He could hardly believe it had been almost a year since he left you back in New Orleans while he fucked off and erased any trace of development he had worked so hard for.

Nearly a whole year since he lost Frankie.

James is still dealing with the aftermath of that day.

He had nightmares for months after he watched his brother get shot right next to him. He had to relive that moment every time he closed his eyes, had to visualize for the hundredth time what Frankie looked like with a hole in his head.

Dark circles seemed to be a permanent part of his appearance nowadays. James found out early on in your relationship that he slept best when he was next to you. Now, your absence and the image of his deceased brother made sleep next to impossible.

James had never felt this low in his entire life.

Even when he was a kid and his mom locked him out of the house, even when he was living on his own for a while before he was able to find his job at Lewis’, even when he was in jail; he had never felt the way he did now.

He missed you. Every part of you, he ached for.

He missed the way you would always return home to him with a smile on your pretty face, or the way you would go out of your way to make him his favorite foods when he called to let you know he would be staying at work for a few extra hours, and the way you never cared about what his income was.

He missed the way you supported him no matter what, how you were his biggest fan and gave him the strength he needed to continue to fight for his dream to start his own business, and the way you never let him feel let down for too long once he had been rejected by yet another investor.

He missed the way you would wrap yourself around him at night, and the way you would take his mind off every single negative thing in the world, and he missed the way you called him Jamie.

He never felt anything but appreciated, adored and wanted when he was with you, and he made you believe that was all in vain.

If there was one thing James will never forgive himself for, it would be when he broke your heart with his mean and cruel words, and the way he had made you feel so unwanted.

You were the only thing he wanted in life, more than a good paying job, more than a better life, more than his own fucking business. The one thing he wanted more was the chance to get you back, even if he didn’t deserve it.

He didn’t deserve much. He wasn’t a good person. In fact, James was sure he deserved exactly this; to be alone once again, with no family left at all, and his heart detached from his body. It was back with you, wherever you are now.

It was something he thought about a lot.

Where were you? Were you okay? Did you move on from him yet? Do you miss him as much as he misses you? Are you still in New Orleans? Still working at that fancy restaurant as the assistant manager? Or have you finally been promoted to the official manager?

He hoped you were okay, hoped you were happy and given the career opportunities you worked so hard for and deserved.

James wanted to call you, and had to talk himself out of doing just that so many times when he realized he had typed your number into his phone. He wondered if you had changed your number, deleted all the texts between you, and blocked him.

He wondered if you sold the house and moved closer to your work. Really, the only reason you were in that house was because he asked you to move in, even though your job was across town.

You still agreed to, though, further proving your undying devotion to him, and further proving just how much of a fuck up he really is for letting you go.

James missed you more than words could ever possibly describe. He missed his life with you, the one he had pretty much just started, as only three years with you wasn’t even close to being enough. He even missed his awful excuse of a house, all because he shared it with you.

He didn’t have anything with him from that house, only the clothing he had packed away and kept in Frankie’s hotel room before the robbery. After James was taken in as a victim and treated for his broken nose he received from his brother, he went back to that hotel and grabbed everything he could before he left New Orleans.

He was in no way set up for success. He left everything behind, his savings, passport and his plans for his business.

Now he is in San Diego.

The journey here was a hard one, in which he had to chip away at the money he managed to hold onto from the bank robbery and sneak his way onto buses and trains.

He spent over five days on the road with multiple stops in between, simply because he didn’t know what the fuck he was supposed to do at that point.

He still didn’t know what he was doing now, as he sat on the bed of the motel room he had been staying in for the past four months. He was lucky enough to be offered a job at the restaurant that was a few blocks from the hotel, under a new name, of course.

James probably had the worst job there, one that required him to go all over town to drop off food to people, but it was a start. He had begun saving up again, but he was nowhere near where he was before.

As James pulled on his work button up, the logo of the restaurant and his name in cursive stitched onto the left side of the chest area, his eyes landed on the photo that was propped up against the base of the lamp on the dresser.

It was the only thing he had left of you, and the state of it was withering away as the days went on. The picture was taken back when you and he hit the two year mark. His arm was draped around your shoulder while yours was wrapped around his middle, and the two of you were leaning against the front of the Duster. It was still in the early stages of being rebuilt when the photo was taken, and you had the biggest smile on your face at the progress he had made on the car.

He kept the photo in his jeans pocket during the day of the robbery, and when he got soaked from the rain when he tried to hotwire a potential escape car, the picture had gotten wet. It suffered severe water damage, and was crumpled when he finally pulled it out after getting on the bus. The once vibrant colors were faded now, but it was still the only thing he held onto from that point in his life.

As far as he was concerned, he would never let go of that picture.

Same goes for the picture of him and Frankie when they were young. He had his own copy of the photo, but he left it at the house. He found this one tucked in one of the pockets of the jacket Frankie put on him.

Instead of keeping it out, he put the picture in the drawer of the nightstand.

James stands up from the bed and grabs his keys and wallet, stuffing them into the cheap backpack he found at a thrift store a few streets over from the motel.

He runs his hand through his dark hair, standing in front of the small mirror next to the door as he tries to make himself look a bit more presentable. It was a decent effort, but James still looked as bad as he felt.

He eyed the light scar on the middle of his nose with a glare. It was from when his bone pierced through the skin and broke all those months back, and though it healed pretty well, he was still left with a permanent reminder of it.

Since he still didn’t have a car, he had no choice but to walk the few miles to work, but he didn’t mind.

San Diego was a lot nicer than New Orleans, but it still didn’t feel like home. James feared that nothing would feel that way until he somehow managed to get over you, however many decades that would take.

He made it to work with a couple minutes to spare, so he leaned against the counter and smiled at Carrie, the waitress who insisted on giving him free coffee before he started his shifts.

James looks over at a girl across the room from him, her back turned as she talks with his boss. A possible new waitress, he thought, and he hoped he would get along with this one since he seemed to get along pretty well with everyone else he worked with.

“Hey, Jimmy,” Carrie smiled at him as she set a mug down in front of him. “Ready for another day of waiting on people?”

James rolled his eyes as he sipped the coffee, the bitterness of it being just what he needed to feel more awake. “I think you got our jobs mixed up, Care,” he said and put the mug back down. “You do all the waiting, I do the running across town.”

Carrie laughed as she, too, glanced over at the boss.

James followed her gaze and let himself observe the new girl a bit more. Even with her back turned to him, she looked familiar, but he wouldn’t be able to place her until she turned around. “New waitress?”

“I don’t know,” Carrie hummed, moving to wipe up the spilled coffee that lined the counter. “But from what I hear, she’s pretty good. I might be out of a job soon.”

James laughed. “I find that hard to believe. You’re the best coffee maker in this place,”

“Thank you,” she beamed at him, letting her gaze linger on his lips as she threw the cloth into the sink. “Hey, so, I was thinking-”

The sound of a laugh had him looking away from her and towards the other girl, his eyes alert and his body tensing up. He tuned Carrie out as he watched the girl shake his bosses hand before leaving the restaurant, her face still hidden from his view.

Without thinking, James moved to stand in front of his boss, his eyes still glued on the now closed door as he asked, “Who was that?”

The laugh sounded exactly like yours, and now that he had you in mind, that sure did look a lot like your back.

But it couldn’t have been. You weren’t here.

“Oh, she’s incredible, Jimmy,” Henry says. “She’s new to the area, asked if we were hiring. She showed me a pretty impressive resume, apparently she was a manager at the last place she worked at.”

James felt his face heat up at that. There was no way. “What was her name?”

Henry looked in thought for a second before answering, “Y/n, I think- hey, where the hell are you going? Your shift starts in two minutes!” He called out after James as he all but sprinted through the door.

It really is you.

You, standing outside the restaurant he worked at, covered in a pretty white and pink sundress that blew in the wind. Your hair was longer and you seemed to have dropped an unhealthy amount of weight, but it also looked like you gained a bit more muscle since the last time he saw you.

James watched as you lifted your hand to block out the sun from your eyes, and he couldn’t stop himself from calling out to you anymore, “Y/n,”

If he had any doubts that it was really you, they were all wiped away when you tensed up at his voice and dropped your hand back to your side. Slowly, you turned around and he was met with your achingly beautiful face that he missed so much. Your eyes were full of emotion; sadness, anger and even humiliation at the fact that you had to see him again after what happened.

James watched as your body went stiff and your usual kind eyes glazed over with a cold look. It was so different from how he remembered you, and even more different to how you were just thirty seconds ago with his boss.

He knew he deserved it, but it was still hard to have you look at him like that.

“James Kelly,” you laughed but it lacked any humor. Glancing back up at the restaurant and reading the name of it a few times in your head - Vinny’s -, you let out another quick laugh. “I didn’t realize you switched to the food industry.”

James swallowed harshly, not used to the vague tone you were giving him. “Yeah, I-” he tried to begin a conversation with you, one he hoped would give him the chance to apologize to you for everything he had done, but you weren’t having it.

“Don’t worry, James,” you cut him off. “I know how miserable I’ve made your life, so if Henry calls me with a job offer, I’ll decline so you won’t have to see me everyday.”

James quickly shook his head and he stepped towards you when he saw the way you turned and began walking away. “Wait, wait,” he called after you, making you stop walking and look back at him. “I don’t…I mean, what are you even doing here?”

He was at a loss for words. He had wanted this opportunity to talk to you again the minute he broke things off with you, but now that you were actually standing in front of him, he had no idea what to say.

“Why the hell do you care?” You scoff, but he just looks at you as if this was the first time he had ever felt truly happy in months. In almost a year. You fiddle with the strap of your bag and shift your weight onto your other leg, hating how awkward things had gotten. “I got a promotion, back in New Orleans.”

James had heard when Henry told him that, but to hear you say it made it feel that much more real. You did it. After working so hard for so long, you finally got promoted to the title you had always deserved. He was so proud of you, he wanted to take you into his arms and congratulate you, but he had long since lost the right to do that.

Instead, he just gave you a genuine, though small, smile. “That’s great, Y/n,” he said quietly. “That’s really great. I’m proud of you.”

You laughed again, but this time it sounded more sad. “Thanks, James,” you say sarcastically. “Means a lot coming from you.”

He supposed he deserved that. But now that he had you talking to him, he wanted to keep you talking in any way he could, but you really didn’t seem to want to be around him at this point.

How the times have changed. How he fucked up the best thing in his life in a single night.

You looked around awkwardly, not knowing what else to do at the moment. “Anyway, yeah, they moved me down here in San Diego for a better job opportunity,” you further explained your reason for being there. “I didn’t expect to see you here…or ever again, after what happened.”

James looked at the parking lot below him, guilt taking over his body at the reminder of how he left things. “Yeah,” he trailed off, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I was out of line the last time we talked.”

You furrow your brows, shaking your head slightly as you look down. “That wasn’t- I didn’t,” you tried to say but ended up closing your mouth when you couldn’t form the right words.

He gave you a confused look, stepping towards you. “Y/n, what-”

“I can’t,” you say quietly, moving further away from him in the empty parking lot. The restaurant was usually pretty calm during this time of day, but James knew he’d still be running all over town later when he had to actually start his shift. “I thought I could pretend, but I just can’t.”

“Pretend? What are you talking about?”

“I saw you, James,” you muttered, daring to step closer to him as if you were sharing a secret. “On TV, that day at the bank? With Frankie.”

James felt his heart skip a beat. Oh, so you knew about that. You knew he was a selfish prick who gave up everything he worked so hard for, just so he could rob a bank and watch his brother die.

He hadn’t realized the whole thing had been shown on live TV, but he should’ve assumed that since he saw the cameras there that day. He just never wanted you to see physical evidence of who he turned out to be.

Before he could say anything, you continued, “I never thought you’d go back to a regular job after that. What, am I going to find your brother working at the gas station down the street?”

A burning sensation filled James’ eyes at your words. So you knew he took part in the robbery, but weren’t aware that he was the only one out of him, Frankie, Sugar and Ray who walked out alive. “You don’t know,” he said under his breath.

You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “What? Know what?”

James lifted his gaze from your beat up converse, the same ones you wore all the time when you were together, and met your eyes. “What exactly did you see on TV?”

Biting down on your lip, you tried to think back to that day. You didn’t want to, because the image of James with a broken, bloody nose was a sight you never wanted to see again. “I saw…you and Frankie leave the bank and how he held a gun to your head. You were bleeding and bruised and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a victim,” you say. “How did Frankie manage to talk himself out of that one? He looked pretty fucked from what I saw.”

James just laughed, a forced and empty sound. “So they didn’t show that part,”

You were beginning to feel confused at this point, and the reality of being back with the person who broke your heart less than a year ago was starting to make your head spin. “What part?”

James kept his expression blank, but his eyes were stinging with unshed tears. He hadn’t cried over his brother since the day he died, in the back of the ambulance while he got his nose pushed back in place. He gave too many of his tears away to Frankie, so he promised himself that was the last time.

Yet another promise he broke as he knew that if he kept talking about that day, he would end up crying. “The part where they killed him,” he answered, and even though you were outside, it still felt as if all the air had been sucked away.

Your arms dropped back down to your sides as you processed his words.

Frankie was dead.

He died, right next to James.

You give him a look of horror as you bring a hand up to slightly cover your mouth. “I-I didn’t….know,” you nearly whispered, suddenly feeling guilty for making him talk about it, even though you truly had no idea of what the actual outcome of that day was. “I didn’t know, James, I swear. I wouldn’t have brought it up if I did.”

“I know,” he said, just as quietly. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t say that,” you dropped your hand again and stared up at him. “He was your brother.”

But James just shrugged, not wanting to think about it anymore. Still, he found himself explaining just what took place to you, anyway, “They shot him, a couple seconds after we left the building,”

Your own eyes filled with tears at the revelation. Not because Frankie was dead, but because James had to witness it firsthand. If you had actually looked up what happened after the cameras stopped rolling, maybe you could have avoided bringing up the memory of him having to watch his brother die.

“I’m sorry, James,” you say, completely genuine.

The tears never ended up falling from his eyes, but they still burned as he fought them back. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/n,” he repeated your words, his hands itching to touch you, to wrap you up and hold onto you forever. “I never wanted to leave you, I just didn’t want you to be involved in any of that.”

That was also new news to you. While you didn’t fully believe he just stopped loving you within the span of a few hours, he still did one hell of a good job making you believe he was genuine.

He sounded so serious, you had no choice but to believe a part of what he was saying, and that part had your heart feeling like it had physically been ripped from your chest. You cried for weeks after he left, and when you never saw him around town after that day, you assumed he left with Frankie to continue their illegal rampage somewhere else.

To see him once again trying to turn his life back around was not what you were expecting to witness when you left the confinement of the hotel you were staying at until you found a suitable place to live earlier this morning.

“So,” you trial off, quickly wiping away the few tears that had managed to escape your eyes. “You didn’t mean it? All those things you said when you broke up with me?”

James stepped closer to you, and thankfully you didn’t move away. “I didn’t mean any of it,” he moved even closer and nearly sighed in relief when you also began to inch towards him. “I had this whole plan for us, Y/n. I was going to ask you to-”

Before he could confess his plan of marrying you one day, the door to the restaurant swung open behind him. “Hey, Jimmy,” Henry called out to him, making James sigh. “Your shift has started, kid. Get in here and deliver these bags.”

The door shut once again and James was left with you staring at him, a sad and small smile on your lips. “Jimmy, huh?” You murmured, taking the last few steps towards him until you were standing right in front of him.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Frankie called me that…I thought it could be a nice way to, I don’t know, mourn the guy? He knew I hated being called it, but that didn’t stop him from addressing me by it, the fucker.” He laughed quietly, his eyes flickering up to meet yours when you hesitantly placed your hand on his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you say again, leaning into his touch when he raised his hands so they were gently gripping your waist. Without another word, you slide your hand further up until it is tugging him forward by the back of his neck.

You wrap your other arm around him and James thought he could actually breathe again when he allowed himself the gift of sliding his hands up your back and tangling his fingers in your hair, hugging you in the way he used to when you were still his.

The feeling of you in his arms was one he never thought he’d feel again, and that alone had him blinking back tears. James was never this emotional before he met you, and he embraced the change with open arms.

“I need to go back in and get to work,” he muttered next to your ear, sighing when he felt the way your fingers gently massaged the hair on the back of his neck. “But I want to keep talking to you. Will you come over after my shift?”

He wasn’t sure where he stood with you, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to get through the day until he told you everything he had been dreaming about saying since the night he walked out on you.

He hoped he wasn’t pushing you to do something you weren’t ready for yet, but you reassured him with a nod. “Of course I will,” you answer, burying your face in between his neck and shoulder. “I missed you, James.”

He wanted to hear you call him Jamie again, but then he remembered how he made you think he hated when you called him that, and he knew he’d have to fix that when you came over later.

“I missed you,” he said back, inhaling the sweet scent that only belonged to you. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”

You met Henry’s eye through the window and grinned at the annoyed expression he wore. “Okay, you should get to work now,” you say and clear your throat as you pull away, keeping your hands on his shoulders, not wanting to leave him just yet. “Put in a good word for me with your boss, huh?”

James also didn’t want you to go, his hands sliding back down to grab your hips. “If it means I get to work with you, then you know I will,”

You shake your head with a smile, finally breaking the contact with him as you step away. “Call me when you’re finished with your shift,” you quietly request.

“I will,” he responds before asking, “What’s your number?”

You playfully glare at him as you begin to walk backwards. “You know my number,”

James couldn’t stop the grin that formed on his lips. You didn’t change your number, nor did you block him.

There was still hope. “Right,” he nodded, and you nodded back before lifting your hand in a small wave, breaking eye contact when you turned around and headed back to the hotel.

James had to stop himself from reading the last text he sent you, dating back to a few days before he left you, robbed a bank, acted as if he was just a helpless witness to the whole thing, then moved to San Diego.

It was a single text, one reading, Stuck at work for a bit longer, I love you.

Your reply was, I love you, Jamie. See you at home.

And that was the end of the thread.

The lack of reaching out from both ends after that was hard to comprehend, but he also didn’t blame you for never wanting to talk to him again.

He had already gone over the texts more than a few times now, and he finally gave himself a break when he rushed out a text to you as discreetly as he could from his spot at the booth, with Henry giving him an unimpressed look as he called him out for starting his shift late and trying to end it early.

Hey, I know you said I could call you, but I’m currently getting chewed out by the boss so I’m texting you instead. I can’t wait to see you later and talk more. Room 09 at the Galway Inn - at around six?

Your reply came quicker than he expected, and he was once again reminded at how easy it was with you.

My girl: Still letting the higher ups talk down to you? Seems like another thing we need to talk about tonight. See you soon.

He grinned down at that, no longer paying attention to what Henry was saying. James had never bothered changing your contact name, and he probably never would, unless he was granted with the gift of swapping out the ‘girl’ for ‘wife’.

Fuck, one conversation with you and he was already back to planning on asking you to marry him. He had been so sure you would’ve been engaged by now, but with the year gap in your relationship, he most likely will have to wait even longer.

If you actually took him back, that is.

The thought of this conversation going nowhere was a scary one, but all in all, James was just happy to have you back in his life.

He supposed starting a friendship with you wouldn’t be the worst thing, but he also knew he could never truly just be your friend. He loved you far too much for just a friend, and he’s told you way too much for things to just be causal.

Unsurprisingly, he wanted all in, even though he was a bit hesitant this time around.

He was scared to become serious with you again, but he also knew he didn’t want anyone else. You were it for him, to put it simply. He had never felt the urge to propose or even move in with his previous girlfriends, and he had begun to think he wasn’t meant for that kind of lifestyle.

Then he met you and everything changed, and he had never been more sure of anything in his life. His heart was yours; it always has been and it always will be, even if you didn’t end up taking him back after tonight.

Once Henry finished grilling into him, James nearly sprinted out the door and he was off in the direction of his temporary house.

He unlocked the door and threw his bag onto the bed before having the quickest shower of his life. He dressed in something casual; a simple white tee and dark jeans, and let his hair air dry as he waited for you to arrive.

James glanced at himself in the mirror like he did this morning, suddenly feeling a lot better about himself. You hadn’t mentioned the ugly scar on his nose, nor did he ever recall you looking at it, and he was beginning to think nothing of the flaw. That was just something you did to him; he never felt bad about himself when you were around. You didn’t make him feel bad about his living and money situation back in New Orleans, and you didn’t seem hellbent on making him feel bad here, either.

It was nearing six when he heard the sounds of quiet knocking on the door. Without wasting a second, James pulled the door open and saw a glimpse of the nervous expression you wore before you smiled at him.

He smiled back as he stepped aside to let you in, his eyes closing when he inhaled the sweet vanilla perfume you always wore. You had changed, too, and he recognized the vintage shirt you wore as the one that matched one of his that was stuffed away in the bottom drawer of the dresser.

He came home one day wearing it, and you were on him in a second, asking him where he got it in between kisses. When he told you it was from a thrift store downtown, you made it your mission to get one that was similar, but ended up getting one that was identical to his, though in a smaller size.

He watched as you looked around the small room, your hands playing with the hem of your shirt as you asked, “This is your house?” There was no judgment in your voice, just curiosity.

“I live here,” he answered, shutting the door once you had walked into the middle of the room. “It’s not my home.”

The room was small, with a double sized bed that had originally started out in the middle of the room, but James had pushed it closer to the wall, and there was a dresser across from the bed next to the door to the bathroom, and the ugliest armchair anyone had ever seen was tucked away in the corner. He usually threw his clothes onto that chair, just so he didn’t have to look at the horrendous floral pattern that appeared to be straight out of the 1950s.

You nod, your gaze softening when you catch sight of the picture of the two of you. Walking over to it slowly, you trace your past self with your index finger and smile at the memory of that day. “This has seen better days,” you tease over your shoulder, never taking your eyes off the picture. “I bet you miss that car, huh?”

James’ eyes trailed up your body, hoping to anyone that was listening that he didn’t fuck this up. Again. “Yeah, sometimes,” he answered, standing in the middle of the room and waiting for you to make the first move.

“Well I miss it,” you say and turn to him. “It was weird not seeing it out in front of the house.” You looked him up and down, your eyes focusing on the tattoo of your birth year on his arm. A small smile graced your lips when you realized that he never got it covered up or removed, further proving his prior words about him not meaning what he said back in New Orleans.

He nodded, meeting your gaze as he asked, “Speaking of the house,” he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. “What happened to it?”

You hesitated a bit before answering, “I stayed there for a few days after you left, but it was just too hard. I moved in with a coworker and rented out our house for a while. I just sold it a few days ago,” you tell him. “I debated on going through your stuff, but ended up just putting it all in storage, including your piano.”

James lifted his brows at that, a grateful smile forming on his lips. “You didn’t have to do that,”

You shrugged, “It wasn’t mine to sell, and neither was the house, so, just say the word and I’ll give you everything I got from it,” you lower your voice. “Sorry, I just didn’t think you’d ever come back.”

He nodded and watched as you moved to sit down on his bed. “That’s fine,” he said and dared to sit next to you. “I don’t want the money. And you’re right, I could never go back there.”

You give him a tight smile, waiting a few seconds before asking, “How have you been, James? Really,”

Should he tell you that he’s been a wreck for almost a year now? How much he missed you? Wanted you? Needs you? He wasn’t sure how to answer that, but he was done with lying to you, so he just lifted one shoulder and shook his head, “Terrible,” and that was the truth.

You nod in understanding, your eyes looking everywhere but at him. “Yeah,” you agree. “Me too.”

“What?” He asked, nudging your shoulder with his. “You finally got that promotion you’ve been wanting for years now, how could that be terrible?”

You bite down hard on your lip, blinking away the stinging sensation in your eyes. “The promotion was great,” you murmured. “But having no one to celebrate it with kind of dampened the whole thing, you know?”

James felt his heart fall at that. “Y/n,” he said, suddenly a lot more serious than he was before. “I’m sorry. About before, about everything.”

Looking back up at him, you give him a smile with tears in your eyes. “You thought you were protecting me,”

“Yeah, but all that shit I said to you, I was such a fucking asshole, and I don’t blame you for never reaching out to me after that,” he said under his breath, getting angry at the person he was a year ago and how easily that guy slipped back into his old ways. At least with Frankie being gone, James didn’t have anyone around to coax him back into his criminal past. “I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave right now and never see me again.”

“James,” you say sternly, placing your hand on his arm. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m here because I want to be….There’s been no one else except you.”

He let out a sigh of relief, his tired eyes meeting your own. “Jamie,” he said quietly. “Call me Jamie, please.”

He was probably giving you whiplash from all this back and forth, but he simply couldn’t stand the way you hadn’t called him by the nickname, not even once, since running into him this morning.

“Okay,” you whisper, bringing your hand up ro run your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Jamie.”

James could’ve audibly moaned at that, but it wasn’t the right time. “There’s been no one else but you, baby,” he confessed, watching the way you tried to hold back a grin before you were closing the distance between you and pressing your lips to his in a searing kiss.

At the feeling of your lips on his again after so long, James couldn’t help but deepen it almost immediately, and you didn’t seem like you minded one bit. His hands came up to grip either side of your face while yours rested on his shoulders.

He couldn’t believe he got to have you like this again after what he did. He knew this wasn’t just a kiss between two exes. No, this meant a lot more than that, and you both were very much aware of it.

“I’m sorry,” he said against your mouth, gently gripping your chin and angling your head slightly. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, I never stopped.”

You pulled away and stared straight into his eyes, finding no hint of a lie in the blue orbs. “You still love me?” You nearly whimpered.

James leaned into your touch when you ran the tip of your index finger along the scar on the bridge of his nose. “I never stopped,” he repeated and you actually did whimper a bit and connected your lips in another kiss, this one a lot more gentle but just as needy.

You two needed each other, and it was as simple as that.

“I love you, too,” you mumbled against his mouth, tangling your fingers in his still damp hair. “I love you so much, Jamie.”

James groaned against your lips. “Call me that again,” he begged. “Please, I’ve missed you calling me that so much.”

“Jamie,” you purred, voice slightly muffled since you hadn’t actually broken away from his mouth yet.

But it was clear enough to have him pulling you onto his lap, his grip on your waist tight to ensure you didn’t fall flat on the floor from the sudden movement. “I need you,” he rasped. “I can’t believe I went almost a whole year without you. A fucking year.”

“Maybe it made us stronger?” You offer with a half smile, but he just shook his head, his hands moving back up to your face when you settled on his lap.

“No,” he responded, kissing your forehead. “I’m weak when it comes to you. I’d do anything for you, Y/n, all you need to do is ask and I’ll do it.”

You brush your nose against his, lips barely connecting as you spoke, “Okay. Move in with me? When I find an apartment close to work? If I get the job at Vinny’s, that is,”

“Oh, you’re getting the job,” he stated. “Even if I have to pick up more shifts to get back on Henry’s good side. You’re staying, baby. Right here, with me.”

Then it hit him. You were pretty much back together, but he still was a criminal who took part in an armed robbery. Sure, he was only supposed to be the getaway driver, and the shots he did fire didn’t actually hit anyone, but still.

“Wait,” he said, and the sudden drop in his expression had you furrowing your brows. He continued before you could ask him what was wrong, “Do you still even want to be with me? After you saw what I did at the bank?”

You repress a quiet laugh. “Jamie,” you hum, gently massaging his tense shoulders. “What I saw was a guy who, despite not seeing him for a decade, would do anything for his brother. I saw a guy who did what he thought he had to do to protect me. You’re not a bad guy, Jamie. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met, and I’m not just saying that because you’re, without a doubt, the love of my life. I mean it. Before, you know, things ended, I had never been happier. Even getting wrapped up in all that stuff with the guys didn’t change the way I feel about you.”

And that was all the reassurance he needed. “Stay with me tonight,” he requested, laying down on the bed and pulling you with him. “And tomorrow night, and the night after that.” He spoke between kisses, making you laugh quietly as you hovered over him.

“I don’t have any clothes here,” you pointed out.

“Where are you staying? Did you drive here?”

“The Maple Ridge hotel,” you answer and watch as he shakes his head, leaning up to place an open mouth kiss to your jaw. “I walked.”

“That’s too far and it’s dark out,” he says, pulling back to give you a stern look. “You’re staying here tonight.”

You playfully huff, placing each hand on the bed beside his shoulders. “Fine, I’ll stay here tonight,” you lean down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “And tomorrow night.”

Another kiss was placed on his jaw.

“And the night after that,” you place a final kiss to the scar on his nose, laughing loudly when he groaned and grabbed your hips, flipping you over quickly and hovering over you not even a second later.

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The Gangsta's Wife (Part 1)

DESCRIPTION: (1920) You live a pretty normal life. Living with you're two younger sisters, having moved back to your hometown from when you were younger. This is where you meet the infamous Thomas Shelby who gives you an offer you cant refuse

WORD COUNT: 3364

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: smoking, implied violence, slight sexism, swearing, drinking

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

I have not watched Peaky Blinders so this may not be accurate to the actual TV show. It will also not follow the timeline of the show. But I hope you enjoy.

The three brothers sit around the table inside the little room. The one in their pub. The soft chattering of people outside as they play a game of poker. "Play the next hand will you" Tommy says as his two brothers look at him in shock.

"Can you just run past us what you just said again? I think my hearing must be going as I swear you just said you wanted to get married" his younger brother says

"You heard me correctly"

"So who's the lucky lady" the older says

"I've not found her yet" they both laugh "I know it sounds like a ridiculous fantasy. I reckon if we got a girl that has no prior relations to us or the type of stuff that we do then people would be more likely to trust us. Therefore wanting us to be in business more. It will get rid of some of the negativity we have surrounding our name"

"I'm sure we could easily find one off the streets for you" the younger teases as he lets out a low laugh

"I want someone who doesn't get scared easily. Don't want her to get spooked and run off during the honeymoon"

"Well we wish you luck on that journey" The older says as they finish up their game. Calling it a night they head out. Putting on their hats and coats as they start walking. Tommy lighting a cigarette as the three of them walk. His two brothers walking on slightly ahead as he goes to throw the last bit of his smoke down. It had gotten late by now that they didn't expect to bump into someone. Quite literally.

You run down the alleyway. Turning to face behind you to see if he was following. You turn back just as you bump into someone. He grabs your elbow as to stop you from falling straight onto your ass "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" you stutter out. Eyes going to the alleyway. The strangers eyes fall to your neck. The dark bruising around it. He looks down the alleyway. His hand falling from your elbow as he meets your gaze again.

"Tommy?" you hear someone calling as you dart your eyes between the three figures

"I- I need to go" a mild panic in your voice as you start to walk away. Your eyes constantly go back to the alleyway. You turn away from him. Bumping into the two other men as you walk past. "I'm sorry. I need to go" they move out your way as you run past them.

Some people would call you a thief. You prefer the term con woman. And a good one you are. Allowing you to be able to steal jewels and money without people noticing. This allowed you to keep up your income. That's what had caused the bruising around your neck though. You got caught by someone who didn't take your petty theft lightly.

You run to your house. Opening the door you pretty much slam it behind you. Your little sister jumps out of bed.

"Flo!" she calls out. Hugging you. You hug her back. Seeing your other younger sister opening here eyes at you.

"We were wondering when you'd be back"

"I'm here now" you kiss your sister on the top of her head. You grab into your coat pocket. Pulling out a necklace and bracelet. Followed by a pair of earrings. Elizabeth grabs it from you as she sits up on the bed.

"Oh my god!" she looks at it, holding them up to her ears "what do we think?"

"Ooh very fancy. Look like a proper little lady" she grins at you causing you to chuckle. She hands them back to you as you put them back in your coat. "I plan on selling them tomorrow. Then we can get that house we were looking at. Until then though we should be getting to bed. Come on" she nods. Jumping back into bed. You pull the covers up over the both of them. Stroking the hair out of their eyes as you grab a blanket. Going over and sleeping on the sofa on the adjacent wall.

You'd managed to sell the items the next day. Getting a good amount of money in exchange for the house. That and your savings from the previous months. You find the current seller of the house you were wanting. Him smoking outside the building, chatting to someone else. You walk over to him "I'd like to buy this house" he looks at you, eyeing you up and down

"You can't afford it" you reach into your pocket handing him a wad of cash. He looks at the money. Then at you

"Why don't you get your husband to come along. I'll talk to him. Alright sweetheart?" you take out some more money.

"I'm buying this house today" he looks back at the money in your hand.

"Ok then love" he goes to take the money from your hand but you move it away. Holding out your other hand

"The keys" he chuckles. Going into his pocket he takes out some keys. Handing them to you as you take them. Then handing him the money.

"Thank you gentlemen. Now excuse me" you go and open the front door. Going inside your new house.

A few days had passed. You'd fully moved into your home. Not that you had much to move from your small box house. Your sisters loved the new place. The three of you had been so used to sharing the same bedroom for years that it felt strange to have your own personal spaces. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the privacy.

You walk down the street. Arms crossed over your torso as the winter air chills you. You feel a couple of spots of rain. Quickening your pace in hopes to get home before it starts hacking it down. But you're to late. You quickly run over to the nearest building you can as to keep dry from the poor weather. Opening the door as you go inside.

Dripping onto the nice floor as you look around the pub. Empty. You walk over to the bar. Taking off your coat and placing it next to you on the stall. Listening to the rain as you wait for it to calm down. You don't pay much mind to your surroundings. Jumping as you hear a voice.

"I think you're in the wrong place" you turn to look as you jump up from your seat. Two piercing blue eyes watching you from one of the booths. His body slumped against the back of the chair.

"Sorry Mr Shelby. I just- its pissing it down out there and the door was open so I-" he raises his hand slightly. Causing you to stop. He tilts his head at you. Eyes scanning over your body before he speaks, motioning at the seat opposite him.

"Sit" you look at the front door. Hearing the wind picking up more. Your body screaming at you to run. Get out of this place. But going against your better judgement you stand up from your stall. Your body tense as you slide into the booth opposite him. He pours a glass, pushing it towards you.

"I'm ok thank you"

"I insist" you look at his eyes. Then at the drink. Picking it up as you take a sip. Placing the beverage down onto the table and passing it back to him. "You're that girl from a few weeks ago"

"I don't know what kind of night you had a few weeks ago but I can promise you that we've never met before" he chuckles at your statement. Your boldness intriguing him.

"You ran into me. You had bruises around your neck" his eyes go to your throat. You shuffle slightly under his gaze.

"Even if it was me then my business is my own" you say confidently. Eyes meeting his as he nods

"I can drink to that" he picks up the glass. Taking a sip of it before placing it back down in the center of the table.

"Why are you drinking here alone?"

"Like you said. My business is my own" you nod, half smiling as you lean forward and grab the glass from the middle again. Drinking the remainder of the liquid. Placing the cup down. He takes it, pouring some more. Sipping it before placing it back to the middle of the two of you

"I should be getting back" as if on cue you hear the rain start to pick up more. "Or maybe not" you say, a slight annoyance in your voice

"Looks like you're going to be here for a while" he says. Motioning at the bar "Grab another glass" You look at him. Then look at the drink he's already poured. You stand up, going behind the counter and grabbing one. You head back over to him, sitting down as you place the cup down. He takes it from you. Pouring you a glass and handing it to you. That's when you notice the blood on his knuckles. Your breath hitches slightly.

He's fully aware of what you've seen. There's no way he can't know that you've seen his hands. But he remains unfazed. Instead he calmly drinks his drink. Eyes on you as he places the cup onto the table. Watching you. "Do you have a pack of cards on you?" you say. More to try and help your nerves then to make small talk. Avoiding his cold gaze as best as you can as you. He shakes his head as you let out a soft 'oh'.

"What's your name?" He asks as he reaches into his pocket. Taking out some cigarettes. He offers you one. The pack facing you. You reach over, grabbing one out

"Florence. My friends call me Flo though" you say, placing the stick into your mouth as he takes one for himself. Grabbing out a light he lights his one.

"What can I call you then?" Before reaching over with the lit match. You lean over the table as he lights the end for you. Putting the match out as you sit back down onto your seat properly. Taking the smoke from your mouth as you look at him. Head titling slightly

"Flo" you say, causing him to half smile. He takes the item from his mouth, replacing it with his drink before speaking again

"You new around here Flo?"

"I grew up here but moved to London when I was about 12. Moved back a few months ago"

"Is it anything like how you remembered?" you laugh slightly

"I have a lot of fond memories of this place from when I was a kid. But now... lets just say that things are a bit different now that I'm older" he nods. You have some more of your drink. You go to say something else just as the door opens. You recognize him as one of the Shelby boys. John you believe his name to be.

"Tommy we need you back home" he says, his eyes falling onto you as you turn to face him. "Who's the girl?"

"No one" he says "what do you need help with?"

"Family matter". You stand up

"That is my cue to leave" you say. Going over to the bar again and grabbing your coat "thank you for the drinks Mr Shelby" you say, smiling softly at him as he smiles back. Nodding towards you as you head outside. Going past the younger brother half cautiously as you walk back home. You must've been in the pub longer then you remember as the rain has practically stopped by now. Letting you have a relatively dry walk back.

It had been a week since you moved in. Your sisters were at school so you decided to have a day out. Going out the front door. Turning around to lock it. Just as you see your neighbor coming out of the house next to you. You look and see John coming out. You look away quickly. Locking he front door as he turns to face you

"You're the lass from the pub" You face him and smile slightly

"I don't know what you mean" he nods slightly. Looking at your house as you walk into the street more. "Have a nice day Mr Shelby" you smile as you walk off. Trying to get rid of any business you may have with the Shelby family and the Peaky Blinders.

You go on a bit of a shopping spree during your day out. Not buying anything to ornate but possibly spending more money then you should have. Buying fresh fruit and veg, some bread and other necessities. You meet up with one of your friends and have a chat with her.

You head back to your house. Unlocking the front door and heading inside. You place the food down onto the kitchen side, starting to put the stuff away. A few minutes go past before there's a knock at the door. You look, unsure of who it could be. Elizabeth and Mary would just walk in knowing you leave it unlocked for them. You go to the door. Opening it. John and Tommy standing by it. Johnny leaning against the door frame. Before you have time to speak (or close the door on them) the youngest brother speaks. A smile on his face that you can't read.

"Mind if we come in?" your eyes dart between the two men

"Sure" you manage to say. Moving out the way and motioning for them to come in. Body tense as they both head inside. You go into the living room "Do you want anything to drink?" Trying to keep your cool as John sits down. Tommy leans against the wall as he watches you.

"No. You see we've come to have a little chat" the younger says

"About?"

"Are you spying on us?" the older says

"Why would you think that?"

"You bump into us late at night, then you come into the pub. Now you're living next door" the younger says, leaning back onto your sofa as they both watch you. His eyes darting as he expresses his words with his hands.

"Its a small town Mr Shelby. Purely coincidence" he stands up. Turning to face you as he takes his cap off. Your eyes dart to the object before going back up to his face "I am aware of who you are. What you are apart of. But I am not a spy. So there will be no need for you to use that" you motion at his hat. Your eyes fixed onto his as you feel yourself shaking slightly from fear. Trying to regain your composure.

"We asked around about you. No one seems to know who you are. An introverted young woman. No husband or family. Only recently moved in"

"I am orphaned. My mother died when I was young. Father died during the war. I lived in London for a while but made some enemies recently so moved back here where I grew up. If that is all the questions you have then I would like you boys to leave my house" John places his hat down onto the side table. Sitting back down on the sofa as he looks at you. Smiling

"I think I'll take that drink now"

You clench your fists slightly but nod. Going into the kitchen you make them both a drink. Resting your hands against the counter top as you curse at yourself slightly. How did you end up here? You really did not want to make the Peaky Blinders you enemy.

You walk back in. Placing two cups down. You stay standing. Folding your arms over your body in an effort to hide your hands shaking. You hear the front door open. Your sisters walking in. "Flo you'll never guess what happened today at... school..." Elizabeth says the last word quietly as she walks into the living room. Mary coming in and grabbing her sisters hand as they look at the two men, then you.

"Why don't you two head upstairs, hmm?" she nods slightly. Her eyes going to the two men before she goes up to her room. Taking her sister with her. You shut the living room door. Shutting your eyes as you lean your head on the door. "Fuck" you mutter. Turning back around as the older one speaks

"You told us your family was dead"

"No I said I was orphaned. I never said my family was dead. Very different things" he nods as he keeps watching you.

"What enemies did you make in London?"

"None that I can't handle" the younger brother laughs. Making you turn towards him "I've dealt with far worse then either of you boys could imagine. I know how to be safe"

"Don't you get worried about your sisters though?" you stay silent "I mean, the reason you didn't tell us about them must've been so we would never find out about them. Never be able to harm them" the younger says. Almost mocking. You take a step closer to him. Keeping heavy eye contact as you speak

"If you ever touch my sisters I will personally rip you apart. Limb by limb. Do you understand?" he stands up. Taking a step towards you

"Was that a threat?" he says. Starting to walk over to you. Tommy moves, facing towards his brother as he puts a hand onto his shoulder as your eyes stay on each others.

"Johnny" he says. A sternness in his voice making the younger look at him. "Go for a walk" he looks at his brother, looks at you. Mutters something under his breath as he opens the door. Leaving. You hear the front door slam shut. You avoid his eyes as you start babbling an apology.

"I'm sorry about that I-"

"I want to make a deal with you" he says. He leans against the wall again. He folds his arms over his torso. His demeanor was a lot more relaxed then yours. You couldn't read him though. You turn to face him properly. Your silence making him continue "I am looking for a wife. I need someone that has no previous associations with myself or my businesses. A positive beacon to my currently negative lifestyle. One that can make me seem trustworthy for future business opportunities"

"Mr Shelby" you say as a soft whisper, your eyes fixed to his as he continues talking

"You said yourself that you have a lot of enemies. Putting not only your life but your sisters lives in danger. I could protect you. The family you have would be safe. I can provide you with money. New clothes. So much food that you would never know what sleeping hungry felt like again" he takes a step towards you. Bringing his arms down as he places them into the pockets of his waistcoat. "You'd be my wife. You'd come with me to professional settings. Help me gain the trust of people that I couldn't on my own" he reaches down. Picking up both the glasses you poured. Handing you one "what do you say?".

You blink at him a couple of times. Taking you a little while before processing what he said. "I am flattered Mr Shelby but... wouldn't a girl of higher status be more rewarding for you? I come from nothing. I have nothing to give you" he pauses for a moment. Eyes unmoving from yours.

"Every time I've met you you've shown me a bravery that no one else has. That is something I value more then riches and materialistic items" you nod slowly as you look down. Thinking through your options before lifting your head up, meeting his gaze as you gently take a glass from him

"Looks like we're getting married" you softly say as you clink your glass to his before downing the liquid. Him letting out a soft chuckle before doing the same

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skylitcreations · 6 months

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Can I just say that I deeply appreciate Remedy showing a marriage that has problems but still works to sort through those despite terrible circumstances because they care about each other enough to do so? I see so many people assume the worst of Alan and Alice's marriage just from the brief glimpse we get while Alan is in the middle of a really rough point in his life to the point they assume she is in an abusive relationship and that she must be crazy to keep trying to find him and not move on.

But Alice made this very clear in AW2 that he didn't get mean until the writer's block hit. When most all of your income comes from your creative endeavors and you reach a block in that, there's a lot of pressure on you to create even when you can't. When you're the primary breadwinner of the home and everyone else relies on you and you can't do the one thing that makes you useful? It's devastating and can ruin so much of how you view yourself.

Did he handle that stress well? No, of course not. He was going through it and didn't care who he brought down with him. Was that healthy? No. It was the exact opposite. Something major had to happen for him to learn his lesson and realize he was being stupid. They clearly had a strained marriage cuz of that, and it could have ended with a divorce despite them loving each other. Sadly, the wake-up call he got was far worse.

Alan didn't know how to handle his negative emotions in a healthy manner, and now he's in a position where those negative emotions quite literally became a weapon against him and everyone he cares about. He's having to face his demons in the most extreme way, and it's made him realize what's truly important to him.

And Alice, haunted by everything that happened (and, eventually, being literally haunted) began to try and stop letting her fears drive everything and take control of things herself. Through this, she began to face her fear of the dark head-on in order to try and make sense of everything and see if she could get Alan (the REAL Alan) back.

They both pushed through because they care about each other more than they care about their faults. Marriage has its ups and downs because we as human beings have our ups and downs. It's not all happiness and roses. Marriage has its thorns. But if you only concentrate on the thorns rather than figuring out ways to work with those, then you'll miss the appeal of the roses and forget why you liked them in the first place.

#alan wake #alan wake 2 spoilers #sorta #alice wake #meta #i guess? been a while since I've written stuff like this

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pinkydevil16 · 1 year

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can you write a jj maybank x reader enemies to lovers trope? where the reader is sarah’s best friend and sarah brings her to the chateau. everyone is nice to y/n but jj isn’t, you can think of the rest. <333

18+ smut

JJ didn't like Kooks, he couldn't stand them, Kie wasn't a kook, she'd never be one in his eyes and whilst everyone else seemed to warm up to Sarah JJ kept his distance. A Cameron with a pogue was wrong, his best friend had somehow gotten the Kook princess and he couldn't wrap his head around how quickly he turned on the pogues to defend her. Then another came, one who he genuinely didn't want to see, Y/n. She was Sarah's best friend, a fellow Kook who Sarah then dragged to meet them, and now he was sat watching all the pogues try to get to know her whilst he stewed in anger.

"So Y/n, what made you want to join the pogues?" John B asked, already knowing Sarah had dragged her along with no explanation.

"Uhh...i didn't really, i don't really get this whole pogues vs kooks things if i'm honest. Just got dragged along i guess." Y/n shrugged, she didn't really care about who she hung out with as long as she didn't get ditched or end up in jail. JJ scoffed to himself, Kie giving him a look and nudging him before she gave Y/n a smile.

"Well it'll be good to have another girl, the testosterone gets a bit too much sometimes." Kie joked, nudging JJ as he let out a small laugh, Y/n awkwardly laughing and pushing back her hair before looking at her phone.

"Are we boring you princess?" JJ spoke, Y/n looking up at him with an awkward smile and shook her head, putting her phone away as she went back to leaning against the wall. He kept his mind filled with annoyed thoughts but a few escaped and reminded him that she was pretty and the way she awkwardly smiled at him had made his neck warm.

"No, no, sorry. Just got a text from work asking me to come in tomorrow. Saving for a car so want to get some shifts in." JJ raised an eyebrow, inwardly thinking about how her parents would buy her one without denting their weekly income, he worked to pay for food and she took those hours off someone that probably relied on work to feed their kids.

"Where do you work?" Pope asked, Y/n giving him a small smile as she turned towards him.

"I work at the golf club, cart girl. All the pervy men tip pretty well so it makes up for their comments, but it's a good place to work, they're actually looking for some guys to drive the carts and carry the clubs if any of you are interested? I can put in a good word, the owner really likes me." Pope's eyes lit up, sure he felt terrified of going back there after Rafe attacked him but he also knew how well they paid since he'd applied when he was younger and been rejected.

"That would be awesome, how many do they need?" Y/n gave him a smile and pulled out her phone.

"Give me 5." Y/n walked away, Pope slapping John B's leg as they grinned at each other, John B hadn't had a solid job since the summer started and Pope enjoyed working for his dad but he saw the struggle. JJ rolled his eyes, drinking his beer as his friends all whispered about their opinions on Y/n, and agreed they liked her which made him angry. They barely knew her, she appears out of nowhere and once again it was like Sarah, they were choosing another kook over the original pogues. Y/n came back a few moments later and sat down, putting her phone away and grinning at the pogues. That stupid grin once more made his body warm but he looked away ignoring her once more as he steeled his thoughts and pushed it to the back of his brain instead forcing more negative ones about her in their place.

"So originally he only needed one but i convinced him he needed more since it's the summer and people go off sick being hungover and what not. So if you guys want jobs you can come with me tomorrow and i'm pretty sure you'll walk out with a uniform. Only if you want to." Y/n was nervous, she'd really pressed her boss, wanting to be nice to the pogues since they'd let her stay so she wanted to show them she wasn't an asshole. JJ scoffed to himself as Pope and John B grinned, excited as they thanked Y/n and high fived each other, Sarah bragging that she'd brought the best new pogue ever.

JJ didn't feel the same way, she was pushing her way in, making them work on figure 8, what was next? She was gonna start buying their attention?

JJ's hatred spiralled as John B, Pope and Kie all started working at the golf club on figure 8, he'd refused to go even though he needed the money but it was the premise right?

Instead he just tried to ignore her but everyone seemed to like her, dragging her to more and more pogue activities where she'd try to be nice to him. Each smile she sent his way made his body heat up and the urge to smile back was sickening to him. Offering him a drink or asking how he was, he would only grunt or hum before walking away leaving Y/n confused but she'd been told he didn't trust easily so she didn't think much of it. Then instead of asking she would just hand him a drink, or give him something else which he'd looked at but didn't have the cash, she'd also buy everyone else a drink or food but to him it felt like she was trying to buy him. Y/n didn't think of it like that, to her she knew she was privileged, so if she had the cash on her or her card then she'd spend whatever she wanted on whoever she wanted. It was all out of her own pocket anyway, her parents only gave her money if she asked which she rarely did. But JJ just saw her as flaunting rich parents, the card she had was probably filled to the brim from a trust fund and any cash she had was probably an allowance given to her to keep her happy, he didn't have that. He didn't have anyone handing out money to him for simply being alive and he resented all the kooks for it, but something about Y/n just made him tick in a way no one else did. Sure Sarah was probably the richest kook kid on the island, but she only really spent it on John B, sometimes buying them food so JJ didn't see it often but Y/n, she was constantly offering to get the pogues anything they wanted.

The twinkie needs a new belt? She got a mechanic in within a day so the pogues could get places.

John B was behind on rent? She gave him an extra $200 and told him not to worry about paying her back.

Pope's dad had a bad week with sales? She's reminding everyone at the golf club to place orders.

Somehow she always helped them, JJ found it suspicious, everyone else thought she was just a nice person but JJ was usually right about people. So when he kept reminding John B not to trust her, or telling Pope he had a bad feeling the pogues all decided the best course of action was the same they'd used on Ki and Sarah. But how to get them both somewhere they couldn't escape?

Now Y/n stood in the chateau, humming away as she made pancakes since Sarah had asked her to come over and bake with her but Sarah had been gone for a good 10 minutes now.

"John B? You in here?" JJ shouted as he threw his bag down, looking around as he walked into the kitchen, Y/n giving him a small smile and wave as he ignored her as usual which made her sigh. It took him another few minutes to realise it was just them, scowling as Y/n plated up the pancakes and added some syrup before placing them on the table.

"Where is everyone?" Y/n looked up at JJ, looking around before shrugging, pushing a plate towards him.

"Do you want any fruit?" JJ ignored Y/n, moving to leave when he found the door locked, Y/n trying to phone Ki to see where everyone had gone as JJ began rushing around trying to get out but every exit was locked.

"What the hell?" JJ shouted as he tried to kick down the door, Y/n's eyes widening as she rushed over to try to calm him down.

"Hey, hey. Chill man, it's just a door jeez." JJ turned to face her, pushing her back lightly until he could stand over her as she pressed her body against the door.

"Why the hell are we locked in L/N?" Y/n'e eyes widened as she moved her hand to try the lock, scowling as she finally turned her face away from him to aggressively try to open the door, looking back at him with a shrug.

"I don't know, i just came here to make pancakes alright? You don't always have to be on my dick Maybank." Y/n pushed him back, gently so he didn't feel threatened and went to walk past him but JJ was quicker, grabbing her arm and pushing her back against the door.

"What does that mean?" JJ glared at Y/n as she rolled her eyes, going to push him away harsher this time but he grabbed her wrists and pressed himself against her.

"It means you're always starting a fight with me, like now, for no damn reason JJ. I haven't done shit to you so let me go and stop with this bullshit." Y/n was now getting angry, she put up with a lot from JJ, the small comments, the undermining and ignoring but she wasn't going to be pushed around because he threw his toys out the pram.

"You're so annoying you know that right? You come in, push your way into the group, get everyone jobs with you and rub it in our faces how much money you have." JJ ranted, Y/n having enough as she finally pushed him back, her hands on his shirt as she pushed him against the door mimicking how he'd held her there before.

"Do you hear yourself? I was invited, i thought i'd do something nice and help you guys out. I don't give a shit if you have a problem with my money, i earn it, i'll spend it on whoever and whatever i want. I get it, Kook Princess or whatever nickname you've given to me is infiltrating your family. But don't start on me for something i didn't even do." JJ's eyes hadn't left Y/n's face since she'd pushed him against the door, he wanted to feel angry, wanted to hate her but the way she pressed against him and the spark in her eyes was really not something he expected to turn him on so much. Instead JJ just let himself be impulsive, grabbing her neck and pulling her into a deep kiss as he pressed himself into her, Y/n freezing as he did until she found her wits pushing him off her.

"Are you fucking serious? You don't get to treat me like shit and then kiss me." Y/n scowled at JJ but he was too busy containing the urge to do it again, he wanted to push her against the door and fuck her until she didn't know her own name. He realised that all the comments, negativity had been him hiding the attraction to a kook, and whenever he'd looked at her with annoyance he'd been discreetly wishing she'd look over and notice him. Now she was noticing him just not the way he wanted, he wasn't used to being talked back to like that, not from a hot girl who he'd kissed at least. He'd unleashed her fury and he was ready to let her take it on him anyway she wanted as long as he could kiss her again.

"You're really hot when you're mad." JJ blurted, not thinking as he grabbed her hips pulling her into him as she raised an eyebrow and dropped her eyes to where he held her against him.

"Are you bipolar or just deranged?" Y/n scoffed, moving to push JJ off her when he flipped their position, his hands pushing her hips into the door as he leaned over her.

"I mean it. I've always thought you're hot and i just didn't know how to act being attracted to a kook." Y/n almost laughed at how ridiculous he sounded, just shaking her head in disbelief with an odd smile that made JJ want to drop to his knees.

"You're unbelievable dude." Y/n finally pushed him away, walking back to the kitchen where she began cleaning up, trying not to think about how good JJ felt against her and how she wanted to get out all her frustration by fucking him. JJ watched her before he slinked next to her, watching her closer as he leant against the sink, his hear invading her body as she washed up wanting to ignore how she could feel his eyes tearing her clothes off with each gaze.

"Come on, don't tell me you've never thought about it...late at night in your princess bed, silk sheets, silk pjs and pretty lace panties for your fingers to slip under." JJ got closer as he spoke, cornering her against the counter as he ran his hands gently along her hips and upper thighs, eyes searching hers as his voice dropped to a whisper. Y/n gulping as she dropped her eyes to her lips then back to his eyes, squeezing her thighs which he felt against his fingers making them dig in as he held himself back from hoisting her up and spreading her open for his breakfast.

"Sounds like you've thought of it a lot JJ. But i'll let you in on a little secret, when i wear my silk pjs i don't wear panties." Y/n leant forward, pressing her chest against him as she whispered in his ear, a smirk on her face as she blew hot air onto his neck feeling him grip her tightly. JJ was quick once the words processed and in seconds Y/n's front was flush against the counter, his hands dragging her shorts down as she whined at the bruises she could feel forming where her hips connected to the wood.

"Fucking hell Princess, you should know better than to tease me." Y/n went to snap back at him but the words died in her throat as his fingers ran along her underwear, her hands gripping the counter as JJ teased her, pressing the fabric against her as he pushed her hair back and kissed her neck.

"Cat got your tongue?" JJ teased as he waited for Y/n to go to speak again, pushing her underwear to the side and circling her clit as she choked on the words.

"You-fuck." Y/n gripped the counter as she dropped her head, JJ grinning as he moved at hand to hair and pulled her head back, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. Y/n shuddering as he spoke, his hand moving to push two fingers into her as she gasped.

"You look so pretty like this." Y/n whining as he pumped his fingers harder in and out of her, his hand tangling in her hair as he sucked a dark hickey under her ear.

"If you're gonna fuck me JJ atleast make it worth my time." Y/n managed to spit out, her thighs shaking as she held in her moans, not able to stop herself from annoying him more since he'd spent months being a dick to her.

"Haha Princess, you're going to regret that." Y/n smirked as JJ ripped down her underwear, struggling with his shorts as he shook with anticipation, Y/n pushing her hips back into his hands as he groaned forcing his zipper opening.

"Are you sure you've done this before Maybank? You seem anxious." Y/n teased, feeling his hands on her hips before he lifted one and landed a harsh smack to her ass making her moan and jerk forward but JJ brought her straight back and pushed into her.

"Fuck." Y/n moaned, his hand moving from her hip to her back and upto hold her hair against as he pulled her back against his front, slinking his hand around to grasp her throat.

"Jesus Y/n, you're so fucking wet." JJ groaned, keeping his grip on her throat and hip as he thrust into her, one of her hands moving to hold the one on her throat as she moaned. JJ panting as he thrust deeper, feeling how her thighs shook and nails gripped his hand, digging in and leaving small crescents in their wake. Her moans encouraging him as he felt her squeeze him, his hand dropping to her shoulder as he left bites and kisses as he hit the perfect spot. Her hand now drawing blood as she squeeze him tightly, moaning his name as hand giving out as JJ let go of her throat. Her front dropping onto the counter as she cried out his name, the new angle making her orgasm spike, his hand in her hair as he went faster.

"J...JJ, can't." Y/n begged, slapping his hips as she teetered over the edge again, JJ throwing his head back as he tried to fight off his own orgasm but the way her pussy was clenching around him, drenching the base of cock so deliciously he was sure his shorts were soaked too.

"You can baby, you can." JJ spoke, voice strained as he thrust harsher into her, Y/n whining as she came again, JJ shuddering and moaning her name as he came.

"Shit shit." JJ panicked, pulling out as he came over her, his cum dripping out her pussy and down her thighs aswell as where he'd half painted her ass.

"JJ." Y/n half moaned, out of breath as she turned her head, the blonde boy nodding as he cleaned her up slowly, careful of where his hand print now covered her butt making him grin to himself. Y/n finding the energy to push herself up, JJ pulling her underwear and shorts up as she turned to face him, his shorts half done up and boxers low on his hips as he pushed back his hair.

"So...do you wanna have after sex pancakes?" JJ spoke, all the confidence he had was suddenly gone, replaced by an anxiety that he wasn't used to when talking to girls.

"I want something else first." Y/n didn't give him a chance to ask what, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss as he melted against her, grinning into the kiss as he held her face. The pair pulling back with matching looks before JJ took her hand and pulled her towards the pancakes, both joking and laughing about JJ's petty past months before the front door opened and the pogues all filtered in.

"So you guys didn't kill each other?" John B joked, looking around for JJ's dead body or signs of a fight instead found the pair eating pancaked with grins, turning to look at the other pogues.

"We worked it all out." Y/n spoke with a grin, JJ giving her a matching cheeky grin as they tried not to let everyone know what had happened.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x reader smut #outer banks jj #jj maybank #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank outer banks

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amusingmusie · 2 months

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After seeing the non-canon demon interactions of Nel and Al in your god blessed writing. I can only imagine the mischief Nel would get up to after realising she can use Lucifer to her advance to get back at Al.

The chaos, I can see it now.

THIS IS FOR FUN ONLY AND NOT CANON TO YOURS TRULY

An Apple a Day

Lucifer motherfucking Morningstar is in the hotel. Nel is fighting not to stress smoke or shit her suit pants.

She cannot fuck up in front of this guy. Not fucking up is decently easy. She’s made plenty of mistakes- some of which landed her here in this inferno of eternal torment- but she’s also made plenty of sound choices, like huddling away in a corner of the lobby as she watches Lucifer occupy himself with rambling about the intricacies of crafting rubber ducks to his daughter and her girlfriend.

Because peace is never an option, a chill washes over her and static tingles dance on her skin- it's the only warning she receives of the incoming suffering.

Alastor materializes at her side with a crackling hum, one elbow propped up to rest on her head while the other grips his microphone. Nel doesn’t even flinch.

“Hello, my Negative Nelly! What are you doing skulking around this cobwebbed corner? You’re missing out on all of today’s grand fun!”

“The fun of you ribbing the big cheese of Hell, you mean,” she snaps, sticking out a finger to jab him in his ribs. “Cut that shit out. You’re playing with hellfire.”

Alastor drops into the floor before reforming on her opposite side, his other elbow weighing down on her skull.

“Jealous? Don’t be! My disdain for him could never compare to the special contempt we share.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“I speak from the heart.”

“You don’t have one.”

“Oh, my sweet, you wound me!”

His dramatics grate on the single nerve of Nel’s that his hoofed feet haven’t trampled already. At this rate, he threatens to draw attention to them, and by proxy her, and she is not going to have Lucifer associate her with the jackass like everyone else in this ratty hotel already does.

She’s going nuclear.

“Allie,” she coos, placing her hand over his upon his staff, “I heard all that mess earlier with you and Charlie. If you wanted to have a daughter so badly, all you ever had to do was ask me.”

There’s a harsh, sharp pitch in radio waves while Alastor’s gray face twists into one of pure, utter, absolute mortification. The beanpole sinks down into his shadow on the musty carpet and darts away, becoming nothing more than a black mass fleeing to his radio tower.

Ah, she’s still got it.

A very pleased snicker catches her attention, and she snaps her head to the side, coming face to face with the devil she’d been trying to avoid all day. Mortified, she stammers over herself, staring up at Lucifer who’s beaming so widely that his red cheeks are pressing upwards into his eyeballs.

“Oh Jesus Christ- shit, no, not him- Your Majesty, I am so sorry you had to see that. Look-”

He holds out one hand to silence her. Nel brushes aside the indignation of being told what to do by a man and falls silent.

Then, he bends over and giggles.

“Are you kidding?” Lucifer wipes away a few tears threatening to fall down his rosy cheeks as he keels over cackling. “Oh, oh, oh! Woo! You! Ah, sweet Eden, that was incredible, phenomenal, fantastic! Way to stick it to that tacky piece of crap! Keep up the good work, uh-?”

“Penelope, sir. Or, uh, Nel. Nelly.”

“Keep up the good work, Nancy!” he chirps with a wink, clapping a hand onto her shoulder.

She blanches. “It’s Nelly.”

“That’s what I said! That’s what I said, right? What did I say?”

Awkward tension settles between them. One of her yellow eyes twitches.

After the brief pause, a mischievous grin slithers onto the king’s bone white face. “Well, Mel, if you ever find yourself in need of some assistance with that halitosis-ridden bellhop, don’t be a stranger!”

“...You don’t say?”

“Mhm! Now..." he leans in close to her, deathly serious, and Nel begins to fear that she's done something terribly wrong. "How do you feel about rubber ducks?”

Oh. Huh.

Maybe she does have an ally here after all.

#my asks #a drabble!#wow first time literally EVER writing for Lucifer #I hope I did him justice bc I'm SWEATING #the pookies

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irlkdj · 10 months

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Doksoo Analysis: Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint [SPOILERS]

I’d like to talk about the relationship between Kim Dokja and Han Sooyoung and how I perceive it. At its core, I think their story portrays that when we really love someone—truly and fully—we are willing to give up our own happiness to ensure theirs. This is something we see from both Sooyoung and Dokja. Han Sooyoung may seem selfish at times, especially at the beginning of the novel, but that’s because we did not yet know at the time that she gave up each of her nights and slept away her days to save Kim Dokja. We see Kim Dokja constantly throwing his life away because he loves his companions—something he is often berated for. So yes, the two of them are the same in this aspect: I love you, and I will destroy anything that gets in the way of your path to happiness. I will uproot the world and empty oceans; I will shoot down the sun and grab the moon to give to you, so long as you are safe and happy. Kim Dokja and Han Sooyoung are not perfect people. And I think they see the faults in one another, and love even those pieces of themselves that the other hates. Han Sooyoung who hated Kim Dokja so much for sacrificing himself over and over again—and yet she ended up doing the same thing for him. Her memories, her time, her youth. She spent all that time ensuring the happiness of a little boy who thought he couldn’t be happy. We see in the epilogue that Han Sooyoung truly loves every part of Kim Dokja as she races after him in that train station. She reflects on his negative and positive traits positively:

“That was the exact same face of Kim Dokja she remembered.

The man who came to her 1863rd regression turn. The man who she wanted to see again. The detestable man with his own brand of ass-kissing. The man who lied really easily. The man who she enjoyed being around, since they could lie about something together and snicker among themselves.

‘----‘

The man, who didn't remember her.”

When Han Sooyoung even considers the possibility that Kim Dokja could really, truly be gone, she thought: “That was the sound of someone only living in their past finally letting go of that very past. Right at that moment, Han Sooyoung was overcome by the bizarre guilt of corruption, of betrayal.” Her regret of not being able to save him properly. All of her efforts wasted. But they weren’t wasted, not to Kim Dokja, who got to experience love, joy, friendship, and family because of Han Sooyoung. She created a world in which he could be happy. She crafted a universe where Kim Dokja could be loved just by being.. Kim Dokja. So they’re really in this constant loop. Han Sooyoung sacrifices herself to save Kim Dokja, Kim Dokja sacrifices himself to save the world she created. And then she tries everything in her power to get him back. And Kim Dokja continues to love that story she created for him:

“Not being able to comment did bum me out. I wanted to let Han Sooyoung know of my emotions one more time. To tell her that I could only come this far because of the story you gave me, that I loved your story more than anyone in this world.”

Kim Dokja loved her story. But people are stories too. Friends, families, lovers, strangers. We’re all stories in the end. Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja. She wrote the story. He read it. They created a world together. And in the end, they tore it all down to ensure the happiness of those they loved. Because what is the point of such a world if Han Sooyoung cannot turn to her left and tease Kim Dokja. What is the point of such a world if Kim Dokja cannot take another joyride with Han Sooyoung, and get made fun of for screaming “I am the protagonist!”

I’ll leave with this. The last thing Han Sooyoung wished to do before her memories faded was to see Kim Dokja. Just to /see/ him. Can you grasp the weight of this action?

“Kim Dokja felt that sensation of touch on his shoulder and looked behind him.

However, the incoming waves of commuters heading to work swept him up, and he got pushed into the subway, instead.”

Just one last touch. One last glance. One last time—can I please see him again? Can I please see the man that I am about to ruin the world for? Can I please see that he is whole? That he is real? That he isn’t words behind a screen? I think this moment really displays just how much Han Sooyoung really.. loved Kim Dokja. Wholeheartedly and unapologetically. Just seeing him one more time before disaster struck, and knowing all that was about to ensue: that was her moment. The moment that made it all worth it. This man. This pathetic man. I will destroy the world for you. And I will not apologize for it. So don’t you ever apologize for existing, and don’t you ever forget how loved you are.

#orv #orv novel #orv omniscient reader's view point #kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #han sooyoung #irlkdj #orv analysis #doksoo

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vinciwolf · 1 year

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Loyalty Pt 1

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, THIS IS AN EVENTUAL NSFT SERIES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is fem, Jesus take the wheel.

Warnings about this chapter: violence, death.

Notes: Na’vi spoken is in italics, but inner thoughts are also in italics.

Tags: @perseny @mechformers @ragingloser

The leathery flap of your Ikan’s wings pushed you higher above the tree line. You told her to keep a steady pace beside Toruk Makto with the rest of the warriors soaring through the dense forest. Sylway did as she was told while brushing past the greenery and other Ikran. She was an albino with light yellow and tan accents.

The RDA train was on schedule and so were you, assault rifle in hand – your preferred weapon from the traditional bow and arrow like Neytiri.

The ground war party was steadily barreling towards the tracks beneath the dozens of Ikran above. Your heartbeat quickened against your breast as the clearing and train rails fast approached in the distance. Your senses heightened, from the tinkling of your braids in the wind, to the sound of Sylway’s breathe. It was all so sensitive and loud.

Then, all hell broke loose.

You screamed an encouraging roar towards the other warriors beside you, lifting your arm up holding your weapon. Neytiri clicked her teeth and screeched as well, showing off her father’s bow. He was with them in spirit.

The explosion of the rails grounded your resolve.

You chased beside a gunship before gaining enough momentum to flip upside down and fire a hail of bullets into the cockpit, steadying your Ikran upright with a loud whoop as the ship lost control and fell into the ground.

Like ants to a honey-oozed split in a tree, the Na’vi below got to work exploiting the scattered RDA cargo. You watched from above for any more incoming airships.

Then, through your scopes with ears pinching backwards, you saw the two biggest headaches of the clan. Neteyam and Lo’ak.

Putting down your scopes, you reeled your eyes with a light shake of your head and cussed.

You could smack’em!

Fucking idiots!

Spits of rocket fire then screeched through the air, causing your Ikran to instinctively bank away from the weapon spree to protect herself and you.

Explosions hit the ground and you panicked. Fortunately, a mounted warrior retaliated with a rocket launcher and took the machine down in a fiery trail of blaze and smoke.

Placing your fingers onto the com around your neck, you shout, “Jake! You read me!?”

He breathily responds as he crawled and jumped through the wreckage for his boys, “Get me visuals on my sons!”

You searched the area but it was too clouded to see ground level from your height.

“Negative. The smoke is too thick!”

“Copy. Retreat immediately.”

As you took your rider’s harness off Sylway, you could hear the shouts of Jake’s disappointment from across the caverns. Patting your Ikran’s neck for a good job, your ears tipped back lightly with quilt. You should have seen them descend onto the ground, but you were distracted with anxiety watching the horizon for RDA gunships.

Gazing over to the Sully family, your eyes sunk as you watched the two boys walk away to recover their wounds, Jake walking in the opposite direction to decompress, his tail swiping in all different directions from his rage.

It was done. There was nothing you could do but let the storm pass.

After your adrenaline calmed and you had something to eat, you went to find Norm and the other humans to give them your daily rider’s mask footage for their never ending research into the world of Pandora. It was the least you could do to stay connected to your human side… and show off your battle moves.

You could see that Norm was still connected to his avatar as he brushed his teeth and joked with the Sully kids who were maneuvering through the human camp.

Walking into the old RDA unit, the balls of your cheeks lifted as your grinned towards Max, hand outreached with the small camera on your rider’s mask for him to take.

He was always a welcoming sight, even though your appearance had changed significantly since your transition, he had always treated your like the same old scientist he had worked with before you became Na’vi.

Your heart sank as you saw Kiri having to watch her mother through a projection and a tank. Unable to touch or hug one’s mother had its toll on the young girl and you mourned for Grace’s daughter. Mourned for what could have been if Grace had survived.

Your former mentor would have been so proud of the woman Kiri was becoming. She would have been so proud of you too, living one with the Na’vi and surviving through your sickness that ultimately made Jake and Mo’at decide to help you transition to your healthy, non-diseased avatar body.

After you handed the camera to Max, you exited the unit and passed by Norm’s now dormant avatar body in his cot. By the threshold was a few pictures of the Sully family with the human scientists, Grace with her students from years past before the war, and one in particular that pulled at your heartstrings: Trudy sitting in her gunship.

The picture must’ve been taken by Lyle sometime when they first arrived to Pandora.

Everyone who came to Pandora was escaping something else left behind on Earth.

It was a fresh start.

Every person who took the journey was naïve, young, and full of hope for a better future… until they reached the ‘final frontier’ and realized that it was just another shithole. Then slowly that glimmer of goodness and hope snuffed itself out, eventually turning the best of soldiers into assholes and the scientists into recluses.

But you… you tried to hold onto that hope, even in the end when you were dying.

You gave a solemn grin towards Trudy and gently fist pumped the picture before stepping out into the Na’vi settlement inside the vast cave system of the Halleluiah mountains.

Into your home, you sat down on your cot and rubbed your temple. You had a massive headache and reached for your pills. Over the years, the war and the fall of the RDA broke down your ‘spirit’ as Mo’at had put it, leaving you to resort to pill popping every day to help you sleep.

When you found the leftover stash of pills in the abandoned RDA medical bay, you knew you were doomed. There was plenty of medicine for a few decades, but the pills you exploited had dwindled to a few containers in just fifteen years. You were too ashamed to ask for help or let anyone know about your addiction.

You laughed at yourself. Everyone thought the RDA was killed off during the war, but it still lingered to ravage the one person who wanted to desperately leave it all behind: you.

Ironically, at one point, the RDA was going to save you with a life altering surgery on Earth, but of course that journey home would never come, nor would you have survived your sleep in cryo. Your disease was too advanced at that point and war had already begun – you, Grace, Norm, Jake, and Trudy all escaping into the woods last minute.

Parker was the one who orchestrated the whole deal with the military on your behalf in secret.

He was just a manager trying to make business deals wherever he could dab into just like he did with Jake. And he was trying to save face and hold the whole company together that was inevitably falling apart no matter how ‘diplomatic’ he was trying to be.

When he broke it to you that you would… could… be saved from the cancer spreading through your spine, it had taken everything out of you to try to keep a foothold in the lab and the RDA.

A double life.

You and Jake had confided in each other for the same problems. Jake wanted his legs back, but he fell in love with Pandora too quickly. And you? You wanted to live.

Sifting through your things, you took out a box filled with pictures of the old you.

A whole life shoved away into stained carboard that you’d hoped one day you could forget about.

Flipping through the pictures, you found the ones taken when you had first arrived to Pandora with the other scientists. You were the youngest, a child prodigy who grew to become the woman Grace had chosen to accompany her to a foreign planet… five years before Tommy Sully would be killed.

You stood up abruptly and found a metal tray. Taking out a lighter, you brought the small flame to the stack of photos.

Slowly the blue and yellow ambers ate the pictures until they were a pile of black dust.

Your shoulders slacked and you sighed, then cleaned up the ashes of a past life and went to bed.

The next morning felt different. Almost like the world was reborn anew and it was a new day. You wanted to move on from last night and continue to focus on what mattered in front of you.

You shoved a tank top over your arms and slipped it over your torso before clipping a few feathered and beaded necklaces around your neck, resting just atop your breasts. The cargo capris you chose were basic camo as always to blend in with nature. No need to wear boots anymore for your feet had become tough and calloused over the years running around with the Na’vi on their hunts when Ikrans weren’t necessary. You chose some dangle earrings for your lobes and then stepped forward into camp, rifle settled against your back.

The morning was perfect until four heads caught your attention.

Morning ruined.

Your eyes narrowed, ears slightly poking upwards, when you took note of Lo’ak, Kiri, and Spider trying to chase away Tuk from their group. She tugged Kiri’s arm and said something that clearly made Lo’ak cease his attitude and bend to the young one’s wishes, expelling a few ‘ssshhhs’ at her while looking around the camp.

Your suspicions were reinforced when the four Na’vi exited the cave with a little too much bounce in their steps.

So naturally, you followed.

You weren’t going to let Lo’ak get in trouble again.

The woods were humming with life and buzzing all around you, like Eywa was breathing through every pink leaf and green blade of grass that brushed your ankle. The sunlight filtering through the canopy of jungle warmed the crown of your head as you steadied your bodyweight evenly from foot to foot, bouncing here and there over thick vines and rocks.

You were at peace here in the beautiful wilderness.

The crunch and muddy splash of your bare feet was light as to not reveal yourself to the Sully children who were blissfully unaware of you following behind them. You grinned when Tuk poked her tongue out at her older brother when he mocked her for what she had said about ‘telling mom’ earlier at camp.

So that’s what that was about.

They kept up a steady place towards unfamiliar territory from the war that you were pretty sure Jake had told them to stay clear of. Once they had gotten far enough, you brushed through the woods quickly in a different direction to get in front of them. You wanted to stop them from going further into an unknown region you yourself was uncomfortable with because this side of the forest was cursed in your eyes. It was where Jake had finished the last fight against the RDA.

Against the Colonel.

Your skin tingled at the thought of finding Quaritch’s corpse.

Then a puddle caught your attention in the corner of your golden eyes.

Looking closer, ears falling tightly against your head in fear, it was larger than your foot, and no toes were visible so it was a booted footprint but too large to be human.

Avatar?

But what would an Avatar be doing this far out from base or from the old Hell’s Gate lab where Spider grew up with the science guys.

Looking up, you had lost track of the kids.

Shit!

Quickly regaining yourself and using your hunter skills, you find Spider and the Sully’s foot patterns again and swiftly make your way through the wooden trails to find them.

Peering up, you saw that daylight was going to disappear in a few hours. Eclipse would come and Jake was going to kill Lo’ak.

Brushing past a large leaf, you find the Sully children looking over an old gunship hanging from vines and take a sigh of relief while thanking the Great Mother.

Stepping forward, poor Spider jumped making Tuk scream before calming, realizing it was you.

“(Y/N)!” Tuk ran up to your side and hugs your hip making you smile and pat her head gently.

Lo’ak jumped down from a large, fallen tree trunk and asked you how you found them.

“Yeah, we’re in the middle of nowhere,” Spider chimed in.

“Well, you’re not a good tracker if you hadn’t noticed me following you since base,” you say, folding your arms in disappointment at Lo’ak’s lack of awareness but also his lack of self-control for getting into trouble.

“We need to leave before eclipse,” you note.

“But we want to find dead bodies,” Tuk replied with a little too much enthusiasm that made you chuckle.

“Just one more hour?” Spider asked politely, soft eyes through his exopack.

Your head tilted and you gave in with a loud breath. “Fine. But if you get in trouble, I’m not bailing you out.”

“If you allow us to go, you’re just as guilty,” Lo’ak teased walking away with a proud smile as he turned his weight to hop over a log.

“That’s why I’m coming with! To make sure you don’t get too carried away, skxawng,” you retorted effortlessly, arms swaying in front of your as you pick up a spot in front of the group near Lo’ak.

Then, just as quickly as the positive mood came, it died when another print in the mud captured Lo’ak and Spider’s attention.

“Could it be human?”

“Too big for a human,” you replied. “I saw another track earlier not far from here,” your braids fell over your shoulder when you crouched down in between the boys, “could be from the same group?”

Moving forward, the boys tracked the footprints while you hesitantly followed their curiosity, for you too were curious about who had left the tracks.

It wasn’t long before the trail led to an old avatar link unit in a small clearing.

A flicker of blue moving around near the unit had your blood sink from your face and into your stomach. These were possibly avatars and they were in camo with heavy protection in their hands.

You quietly swing your rifle to your front and hold it close as you squatted lower, watching the avatars attentively.

“You’re going to be grounded… for life,” Kiri said in a hushed voice behind you towards Lo’ak.

“Be quiet,” you hissed at the lot of them.

You look over to Lo’ak, “Call it in. Now.”

The youngest son reluctantly placed his fingers to his neck and informed his father of the strange soldiers in the woods. Jake told them to move out as quietly as they could and you followed suit.

“Protect my children,” Neytiri said through your earpiece you briefly borrow from Lo’ak.

A fire burned in you when she said that, hand gripping your rifle hard. You would get these kids out of here. For her. For Jake. These kids were yours now and you weren’t going to allow them to be harmed by those soldier aliens.

You placed a firm hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder and looked him directly in the eye, ears upright and eyes wide with all seriousness.

“Get yourselves out of here, I will make a distraction -- you hear me, boy?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, dipping his chin with a short nod.

With that, you stepped lightly and maneuvered quickly through the forest around the clearing and only stopped when you found yourself behind one of the soldiers a little bit away from the group who wasn’t watching his six enough. Slinging your rifle behind you, you pulled out your knife.

He moved forward into the clearing when a scream echoed through the trees beyond, sounding a lot like Tuk.

You gathered that these were RDA from the guy’s attire and type of weapon he carried. That made you pissed. At least he would be a worthy target when you slit his throat.

But that moment had to wait when your mind paused in shock as Spider and the Sully children were pushed into the clearing and forced onto their knees, queues roughly handled by the strange soldiers.

Great Mother, give me strength.

Then you heard a voice in your native English you didn’t think you’d hear until you died and went to hell.

“Look boss, five fingers. We have a half-breed,” Lyle sneered with a little cockiness as he held up Kiri’s hand.

The leader of the group was obscured by the brush and when you tried to see his face, he had already turned around to face Lo’ak.

“Do you speak English,” the soldier pinching the young Na’vi’s braid asked him.

“I don’t speak English… to assholes,” he spat making you so proud.

“Show me your fingers,” the leader roughly commanded.

Then Lo’ak picked up his hands, both fingers to your amusement giving the bird.

“Yeah, you’re his alright.”

While the enemy was distracted and with a rush of adrenaline, you pushed forward out of the shadows, grabbed the lone soldier’s braid in a tight grip making him growl in pain, and firmly pressed the edge of your knife to his bare throat, your hand around his queue yanking his neck backwards for better exposer. Your ears tipped backwards closely to your head, eyes wide, fangs bared with hate as you hissed towards the alien soldiers.

And in what felt like an eternity of silence from your native tongue, you spoke plainly.

“Release them, or I’ll slit his throat,” you seethed, blade catching your hostage’s neck and spilling a few dribbles of blood.

Then, when the leader of the group finally turned his weight around, shoulders squared, and faced you, you couldn’t hear Eywa’s breath through the trees anymore. Your lungs hitched in your throat, heart dropping a few beats slower making your head faint. Golden eyes bore into your form, mimicking the same shock and curiosity as you did.

“Miles?” you breathed, brow creased and ears flicking upright.

You couldn’t feel your grip loosen, nor the sound of the rush of twigs being broken behind you. Then your senses snapped back into place, but it was too late. Turning your head, you found the butt of a rifle colliding with your skull.

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