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thrawns-backrest · 10 months

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Chapter one is out! Please give it a read if you can, I'm really invested in this fic as of late. Hoping to work on chapter two today and maybe finish three so this fic is pretty much halfway done.

Title: Buried in Ice

Characters: Ronan, Ba'kif and others

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: Ronan adjusts to life with the Chiss when a sudden revelation leads him to realize that his fate is not as firmly in his hands as he'd thought it was.

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There were times when Eli Vanto prided himself on his diplomatic skills. Not just in the grand scheme of things, where pompous politicians and high ranking officers were involved, but also on a more personal level. These were the skills that had helped him adapt as a total outsider in a society that wasn’t necessarily open to welcoming him.

True, Thrawn had handled being in the same situation with much more grace but most people tended to look bumbling next to Thrawn. In any respect. His former mentor had a way of staying poised even when failing and Eli couldn’t begrudge him for that. Even if he envied him for it sometimes.

At the end of the day, though, the Chiss were ultimately reasonable beings. They had a ways to go when it came to how they treated the unknown and foreign but they weren’t up there with the worst species in that regard.

That said, there were of course exceptions…

Eli winced as the Chiss captain raised his voice, swinging his arm in a cutting motion that made a nearby officer scurry away while the man standing frozen in front of him could only brace himself and endure the onslaught. The Chiss’ face was contorted in fury and Eli doubted Ronan could even understand him at this point, what with the way the words got lost under the vitriol.

(Heck, Eli could barely understand him… Though he did catch the insults. The nasty xenophobic kind, he noted grimly.)

Ronan himself stood completely still under the assault, his lips thin and pressed together to the point of going white. He hadn’t so much as twitched or said a thing since the officer’s tirade began – a state Eli was almost creeped out to see him in; that wasn’t the Ronan he knew – and he seemed to have shut down, his stare fixed somewhere above the captain’s shoulder though the tense puckered wrinkles around his mouth said otherwise.

And all of this over a simple mispronunciation, Eli fumed privately.

Ronan no doubt saw the injustice of it all but he was smart enough to understand that talking back to the captain now wouldn’t lead to anything good down the road. Not with the Chiss this intent on humiliating him.

There was another raise in volume and Eli once again wished he didn’t have to witness this spectacle. More than anything he wished Ar’alani was here to diffuse the situation and talk some sense into the captain but alas, Ar’alani was far away and they were surrounded by unfamiliar faces on this ship – a new post Csilla had assigned them to not too long ago seemingly out of the blue.

Something about the Chiss wanting to see if Ronan and Vanto were truly cut out for the fleet or if their service only showed results under Ar’alani’s command, an admiral loyal to Thrawn and who could be covering their failings to help him save face.

Well, Eli didn’t know about covering. But Ar’alani had certainly been more patient and lenient than he’d initially realized.

After a few more agonizing minutes, they were finally dismissed and allowed to retire to their shared private quarters.

Which brought them to the present moment, with Eli fumbling with his boots and desperately trying to seem casual while Ronan laid on his own bed, as still and as silent as a corpse and with his gaze fixated on the ceiling. They hadn’t said anything on their way here and the silence was beginning to weigh on him, thick and awkward and definitely not something they were used to.

He resisted the urge to chew on his lip.

He and Ronan hadn’t come anywhere near being friends since the latter had been dropped off at Ar’alani’s doorstep but they were still the only humans in this part of space and seeing Ronan like this, so quiet and decidedly not himself, made Eli uncomfortable.

Personal diplomacy, he reminded himself and braced for what he was about to do next.

He took a moment to pick his words and cleared his throat before making his tone into something casual.

“He didn’t have to be that rude you know, that word is especially tricky.”

He risked a glance in Ronan’s direction, pretending to wrestle with his boot’s fastenings. There was no reaction from the other bed save for some unintelligible mumbling.

Eli bit back a sigh.

“I know how you feel. I struggled with the language too at first. I still do.”

This time there was silence and Eli had to close his eyes and count to ten to muster the last of his resolve to go through with this. He’s difficult on the best of days, Eli reminded himself, you can do this. Plus, his pride was just obliterated in front of half the ship’s crew, what can you possibly do that’s worse?

He steeled himself once again.

“It’s actually their vocal cords.”

This one got him a reaction as Ronan’s disheveled head rose from the bed and Eli found himself the object of a scowl.

“What?”

Eli gestured vaguely at his throat.

“Their vocal cords,” he elaborated, “They’re biologically different. Which makes some sounds really tough for us to pronounce.”

Ronan’s frown deepened for a moment, bordering on a grimace, before he rolled his eyes and flopped back onto his pillow sullenly.

“Of course it does,” he grumbled and Eli felt some of the tension leave his shoulders and be replaced with relief. This was more like the Ronan he knew.

Which wasn’t normally a ‘good thing’ – the Ronan he knew was nothing but a pain in the ass, really – but it did make the air in the room lighter and Eli worked his boots all the way off before bringing his legs up and leaning back against the wall.

“I’m not sure if they know it though,” he said casually, “They’re not very tolerant about it.”

“You don’t say.”

Eli snorted at that. He supposed it was kind of obvious.

With that, the conversation trailed off and he allowed himself to relax somewhat, letting his mind drift and the day’s tension drain away as he traced patterns on the ceiling’s surface. He had just about decided to turn in for the day when a voice drifted up from Ronan’s bed and Eli snapped his head to him, blinking the thought away.

“I’m sorry?”

Ronan frowned again, his glare firmly in place.

“I said, if you would be so gracious to hear this time,” he sniffed. “Why are you here, Vanto?”

The question took a moment to register but when it did, Eli answered it with ease.

“Because Thrawn thought I would be useful here.”

Ronan didn’t seem to like that response and it instantly showed all over his face and the way his shoulders bunched under his uniform. It was a reaction Eli was used to seeing whenever Thrawn was brought up, the Assistant Director’s disposition towards him remaining ever so hostile despite having known him so briefly.

Eli had long given up arguing about it.

But then,

“Why are you being useful to them.”

His nose wrinkled and he glared right back at Ronan as it finally hit him where this exchange was headed. So this is what Ronan was going for? Trying to bait Eli into a conversation condemning the Chiss in general?

Well, he wouldn’t be getting it, he decided as he pointedly shifted his position against the wall.

“Because one day they may be useful to us,” he said, putting more force behind his words. “And I respect them. Why are you here?”

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“Why are you here?”

Ronan felt his whole face spasm at that and turned back to stare at the ceiling stubbornly. He was not going to discuss this with Vanto.

But Vanto wouldn’t be Vanto if he didn’t decide to be infinitely irritating every five minutes and Ronan’s obvious reluctance to talk didn’t seem to deter him.

“Let me guess,” he began, ever so smug, “you wanted to gather information and pass it on to Krennic. Except that’s not working out very well for you.”

The words sent a jolt of indignation through him and he sent Vanto his best warning glare while the brazen yokel merely smirked back at him.

Curse him and his transient insights.

It was true – Ronan had hoped to expose whatever underhanded deal Thrawn had going on with his people or at least a hidden group of force sensitives that could potentially be a threat to the Empire. Yet all he’d found was a group of children who didn’t even know what the Force was and only used it to guide ships.

It was not merely bad luck but bad judgement. What was worse, he hadn’t reported to Director Krennic in weeks and he was fairly sure the Empire had lobbed him in the same category as Vanto by now: a coward, deserter or traitor or possibly all three, each one more damning than the last.

His lips thinned at the thought of the news reaching Director Krennic. His closest and most loyal subordinate gone after a frolic in deep space with Thrawn. Part of him wondered if the director would refuse to believe it and think Thrawn had been the one to get rid of him after the report that had cost him his funding… but if Ronan believed that, it was only because he wanted to.

A chilling idea suddenly occurred to him and he swallowed heavily.

“They haven’t let us contact the Empire once since I came here,” he said, the ball of dread in his chest growing as his mind took that train of thought and ran with it, taking it to all sorts of horrifying conclusions.

“I’m not even sure there is a way to contact them,” he finished quietly.

“The Chiss are very secretive.” Vanto shrugged, unbothered. “I’m not surprised we don’t have much contact with the rest of the galaxy.”

But Ronan’s sudden realization had already unmasked the obvious truth and he felt the color drain from his face as he shot up in his cot.

“Maker, Vanto… we’re never getting out of here are we?” He said fearfully and watched as Vanto’s brow scrunched up.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re never letting us leave,” Ronan insisted, “The Force navigators alone, they don’t want anyone knowing about that.”

Vanto nodded along in acknowledgment. “And we already do.”

Ronan’s horror mounted at his lackluster response but even more potent was the rage he felt at the fact that he’d essentially been tricked. Thrawn’s promises be damned, the Chiss had lied to him.

Ronan had been promised the opportunity to leave whenever he wanted and even a transport back to the Empire if it came to that. But those promises no longer held any water.

The Chiss had made it clear how adamant they were about not letting any information about their Sky Walkers or battle tactics fall into enemy hands, be it on purpose or by accident, and Ar’alani was nothing if not meticulous. Thrawn knew all that, he must have known all that when he put Ronan under her command.

He’d thought Thrawn above such dishonest tactics… Apparently, he’d been wrong. And now he would never go back to the Empire, never see Stardust finished and never stand at Director Krennic’s side again.

“Maker help us…” he said in a small voice and fell back in his cot as his despair gripped him. Form the corner of his eye he saw Vanto shake his head.

“This is why I keep telling you to drop your reservations,” he sighed, sounding oddly sincere. “The Chiss value loyalty and they’re very good at telling when you’re lying. Being honest with them and serving the Ascendancy earnestly guarantees that they’ll treat you fairly. And probably let you leave one day.”

The suggestion settled uneasy in Ronan’s gut and he once again felt the phantom pull of strings on himself. Platitudes and more false promises, his mind whispered angrily. He poured all of that contempt into his voice.

“Or maybe that was Thrawn’s plan all along,” he spat. “To make sure I wouldn’t leave.”

Vanto snorted.

“Why, because you’re such a big threat to him?”

“Because I’m loyal to Director Krennic. And I would do everything in my power to make sure he succeeds.” Ronan bit out though the words sounded hollow to his own ears. Vanto didn’t seem impressed by them either.

“If you say so.” He shrugged and turned to stare vapidly at the wall.

He didn’t seem to want to press the issue further but Ronan’s mind was already running a thousand light years a minute and he couldn’t stop the doubts from worming their way into his heart.

Back on the Chimaera’s bridge, Thrawn had maintained that Ronan was a dead man if he decided to return to Stardust. A frightening prospect for sure but Ronan had assured himself time and time again that this wasn’t the reason why he chose to leave. It was for the Empire’s good, for the whole galaxy’s good.

However now his conviction was beginning to falter.

If he were so loyal to Krennic he would have fought to stay with Stardust regardless if his life was on the line or not. His usefulness here was a mere possibility while his importance to Stardust’s speedy completion was fact.

Maybe his loyalty was not all he made it out to be after all. Instead of staying by Director Krennic’s side, especially when a troublesome character like Vader threatened to take over, he’d gone on some wild goose chase for force sensitives.

Something the Emperor’s vaunted inquisitors and that rabid lapdog of his should be doing. Ronan was an Assistant Director for Maker’s sake.

No, actually, stupid is what he was. Overthinking to the point of driving himself into a corner.

Curse Thrawn for tricking him into agreeing to this!

“Anyhow,” Vanto’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Thrawn never said anything about challenging Krennic.”

Ronan felt a fresh surge of zealous rage.

“And yet that’s what he did.” He got up to jab a finger into the mattress. “Even if he doesn’t see Director Krennic as his enemy, he still pushes for more financing for his Defender program. And those funds will end up being detracted from our project. From the true deterrent the galaxy needs.”

The outburst peaked and then simmered for a moment, eating away at the reluctant respect he’d come to have for Thrawn all those months ago, before suddenly ebbing away and leaving him exhausted.

“But anyway none of that matters now,” he said as he lowered himself back to the cot. “Not while we’re stuck here.”

From across the room Vanto sneered and moved to turn his back toward him.

“Maybe you’re stuck,” he scoffed, settling into his own bed. “I’m here of my own volition.”

#thrawn #thrawn ascendancy #thrawn trilogy #thrawn treason #brierly ronan #ba'kif #eli vanto #ps please tell me if you'd like to be added to a taglist for this

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thewingedwolf · 1 month

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one thing about hbo is that when they get a journalist coming up to them and going “man do i have a fucked up story i want to follow” they really do let that person go wild. i’ve mentioned the way the ronan farrow one really moved me emotionally and that’s just because ronan knows how to investigate and tell a story to get you righteously angry for who it is he’s defending. he’s good at his job!

but this one, quiet on the set, has genuinely made my jaw drop a few times, even if i think some of the framing could have been better in the last episode. of course i know about all the rumors about dan schneider and the abuse on set, it’s hard to have been into the teen nick scene and not notice, and it’s pretty easy to figure out which kids were being harmed through too much attention and which were being harmed through not enough attention, and there’s been all sorts of rumors floating around for over a decade!

but the build up to the drake bell reveal was well handled, i thought. i was initially skeptical because i think it’s hard to make a documentary about child sexual abuse without leaning into being exploitative in some way. and at first, where you have the actors who left early, like katrina, or who you remember but weren’t mega famous like giovannie, and they’re all saying “this set was so weird & inappropriate, i knew something was wrong but i didn’t have the experience or vocabulary to say what” it feels a little too schlocky. like, oh we’re just kind of speculating on the inappropriate nature of dan’s “friendship” with amanda bynes for two episodes? yeah it is fucked up that two pedophiles were on that set, but did they hurt anyone on set?

and then drake bell walks into the room dressed like timmy turner and says it was me. he hurt me.

i can’t stop thinking about the choice of clothes here and the way it helps drive home the point of the doc. he’s sitting there in fairly odd parents colors as an adult and can’t describe the sexual trauma he experienced as a child still, has never spoken about it, had his mom lie to his father over it because he was so screwed up. really driving home the point that he was just a kid who had a knack for physical comedy and it got him preyed on by dan, a man who should have protected him, set up and handed over to a monster who traumatized him for months and years.

but when that reporter said she got a judge to let them unseal the court documents because drake bell told her how much support peck had? my jaw dropped, like yeah this is reporting, this is someone who saw this story and finally fucking cared not about the salacious details but about who knew what and why they did nothing to stop this from happening. it’s not about forcing drake bell or katrina jackson or alexa to live through the worst moments of their life - it’s about how so many people knew what was going on and didn’t do a god damn thing to stop it. it’s about how these monsters, these convicted pedophiles, were given access to little kids to hurt and traumatize and everyone knew and didn’t just look the other way, they actively helped cover it up. THATS the story. Not that it was an isolated tragedy but that it was a clinical, purposeful environment built by people who wanted to harm little kids.

#i think the court stuff should have been handled better there was too much speculation #but eps 1-3 were real solid investigatory work #quiet on set #okay i might be done freaking out about this.#but like. it’s drake bell. it’s amanda bynes. it’s jeannette mccurdy. i grew up with them.#it’s so horrific to learn this stuff. i get why my grandma always cried talking about drew barrymore.#rani makes text posts no one will read #also can’t help thinking about how all the child actors under kenny ortega were way more well adjusted. imo bc he took pains to help them.#like dove talking about how she got plastic surgery bc she was pressured into it.#and then got ti descendants and met cameron & he was like ‘leave your boyfriend he’s an abuser’#that’s just not something that would happen on other sets! shit it’s not something that would happen on other disney sets!#at the end of the day it is in fact so easy to just. care about the children who work for you!!#but the thing is. most of these people don’t! they don’t even care about the adults either!!#that story about the writers was so fucked up!!! she can’t even actually recount the story #she’s so embarassed and ashamed that she went along with it!!!#insists she’d do differently now. of course she would she isn’t a broke 22 year old!!!#god it all just sucks. hollywood is evil idk what else to say.

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crashing-all-modes · 2 days

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UPDATE ON THE RAVEN CYCLE SCULPTURE!!

Sorry for such a long wait for the update. It was my last two weeks of school, and MAN, OH MAN, was it stressful for homework!!

Okay, so first of all, this is a long update with lots of pictures!!! (I’m going to make a TLDR version for anybody who doesn’t want to hear me yap, LOL)!

Once again, no spoilers if you have thoughts please!

As some of you may know, I had a project for my 3D design class where we had to pick a book and then create a sculpture out of the book (it can be anything, a scene from the book, a feeling you got while reading it, symbolism and so on). The one rule of the assignment is the pages of the book have to be the most prominent part of the design. So I was allowed to paint it, draw on it, and use whatever I saw fit as long as the pages of the book were included and the most prominent!!

For my project I decided to do the raven boys as tarot cards using the major arcana.

I’m gonna break this up into sections so it's easy to navigate!

Making the Hand

So funny story, I thought this project was due two weeks ago and spent all night (stayed up till 6am) working on it, only to wake up at 8am to find out it was due the following week. AH. So here’s what I did that night:

Dw, the hand looks way better after I had more time to work on it; I used about… 4 jumbo sticks of hot glue to attach it to the board? You can pick this up by the hand and use it as a weapon, and it will stay attached.

Building The Base Tarot Card

I made all 5 cards with 2 pieces: one large piece, which would be the back of the card, and another smaller piece, which would act as the part for the character to be on. I made them out of cardboard, so there’s definition.

Back Piece

I carved into the cardboard these small little triangles which was for the gold foil I planned on using! To cover the back pieces, I ripped up pages into uneven pieces and mod-podged them on there (because glue itself made the pages translucent).

Front Piece

The smaller pieces were very important when creating the cards because I used full pages from the book. I picked very specific moments in the book that helped to relate both the character and their card!

Ronan

This is the page where Ronan first "finds" Chainsaw. His card is The Moon, which deals with supernatural elements and visions, so I figured it would be a perfect page to use. Plus, it was one of my favourite Ronan moments!

Gansey

Originally, I wanted to use the page where Gansey recounted his near-death experience with the bees, but I must've used the page by accident because I couldn't find it ANYWHERE?? I opted for this page instead, because this is another instance where Gansey looked death in the eye and scared it off (his card is The Hanged Man).

Blue

I decided to use Blue for The Lovers card because I felt the irony of it was too fitting. I used the page where the reader learns about Blue's fate to kill her true love just by kissing him. The design for her card is so evil (if you keep reading, you'll see it), but it's good.

Noah

(Spoilers) If you've gotten this far, I'm hoping you've at least read the first book. Noah's card is Death, which is... very fitting for obvious reasons AND for the context of the card!! I decided to go with one of the craziest moments in the book when they find out Noah's a ghost. It's perfect for the Death card... and IT EVEN MENTIONS THE DEATH CARD ON THIS PAGE, WHICH I DIDN'T REALIZE UNTIL I WAS GLUING IT ONTO THE CARDBOARD!!

Adam

Adam is my favourite in the book and I had so many moments to pick from for his tarot card. Ultimately, I picked the scene where he and Whelk are having a face-off, and all MAGIC IS BREAKING LOSE BECAUSE HE'S THE MAGICIAN (as I've been told by many sources, I still have only read the first book)!!

After I glued all of the pages onto the smaller pieces of cardboard, I dyed them with food coloring!! I had no idea this would work, but thanks to YouTube, it worked so much better than trying to paint, and the colours turned out amazing!!

From left to right on the top row: Ronan, Noah (before tea wash), Adam, Gansey and the bottom one is Blue's!

Here's Noah's after being tea stained, I wanted his to look like it was old and worn, like it was lost in the earth. To make it blotchy, I used the actual tea bag and blotted it on the card like crazy.

I then went on to dye WAY MORE PAGES. It's surprisingly fun.

The Tarot Cards (Roughs)

So, for each tarot card, I created designs, trying to implement the original while making it my own in relation to the character. All of these are sketches, and I honestly might make them real pieces in the future!!

Blue

UGH. I think hers and Noah's might be my favourite designs (I'm very biased tho because I love skulls lol). Each card has an earthy theme, I included lots of flowers and branches!

Adam

Adam's is the closest to the OG tarot card, because I felt like it was so iconic I couldn't change much to the design. That's probably why his is my least favourite design LOL.

Gansey

Ngl, I really like the symbolism on this one. If you were to pull it in reverse it would be Gansey with the crown floating above his head, like it's his and he's close to reaching his goal.

Noah

OKAY, BUT LIKE GUYS, THIS IS AHGSSGSGHSH. Like???? I love him so much. I put him in a saint pose, like those you see sculptures in churches posing in or paintings of saints. But I love him so much.

Ronan

I love the vibe his card gives off. It's very contemplative and moody, just like him.

I love how all of the designs turned out, but I unfortunately only had time to make one, Ronan's!

Ronan's Card

To make Ronan's cutout, I cut pieces of different stained pages into the shapes I needed (like his shirt and his head), and I then drew on it with an ink pen. It was really difficult to make everything the correct size because of the way I did his card, so this alone took me an hour to do. Think of him like a paper dress-up doll, LOL.

THE FINAL

FINALLY HOLY CRAP. I'm running out of photo room for the post, so I'll make it brief here but post more on a different thread!!

Anyway, I'm going to make all of them into cards now that school's over, and I'll update y'all when I'm done!!

I just wanna give a really big shoutout to everyone who helped me decide which tarot cards to give to each character, especially @screechin-outloud! They went into so much depth without spoiling the book, and I APPRECIATE YOU!! I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!!!

And if you made it down this far, thank you for reading all of this!! :)

#the raven cycle #the raven boys #ronan lynch #adam parrish #gansey #noah czerny #blue sargent #fanart #raven boys fanart #raven cycle fanart

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lovesclinic · 1 year

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ྀི ۪ ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪ ׂ. ꒰ 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐒𝐍𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒 !! ꒱

reader x xavier thorpe

ღ. synopsis ; xavier is always there for you, even if you’ve never noticed before…

ღ. pairing ; xavier thorpe x reader

ღ. notes ; just cute fluffy fluff fluff

ive never really posted here before so hi (also my first post barely got any likes so I’m kinda not sure)

also him in this gif

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Xavier Thorpe wandered around the entrance out the front of the school, clinging to the warmth of the hot chocolate that Rowan, his roommate, had bought for him.

Suffering through the snowy cold weather, waiting as he agreed to meet up with Ajax for lunch period outside the front of the school.

The warm beverage seemed to be calming him down and helping him warm up since he had been feeling substantially colder than usual that morning.

While walking through the icy environment of outside, he stopped when he saw a girl walking by herself, dressed in an outfit that was the perfect balance between wednesday's dark clothing and enid's bright plethora of various colours and shades.

With tears dripping from her eyes to her quivering chin, as cold as the stones on which sorrowing hearts had caused to be carved their regrets.

he halted walking, enduring the harsh winds for a glimpse to attempt to perceive the girl's identity.

He focused his gaze more closely and saw that the girl was Y/N. He sighed to himself, knowing that despite the hectic surroundings of many students and teachers, she was once again the only one who caught his attention.

he silently cursed himself for not being able to stay away from the alluring girl..

As he walked over to Y/N, Xavier watched the breath leave her lips as a visible icy mist, proving just how cold it really was.

He observed as Y/N's lips attempted to form a smile from their place curled into a sad pout, as she quickly brushed a stray, visible tear from his sight.

However, Y/N's attempted smile only highlighted the despair she was so desperately trying to banish.

Xavier noticed this, leading him to ask her softly, "It's freezing, why're you wandering outside?"

"Xavier, it's all right," she murmured. He sighed and withdrew his warm winter jacket, laying it over her shoulders to protect her from the biting wind and blowing snow.

He tenderly brushed the snow flakes out of her hair with a gentle hand. He asked, "Did something happen?"

She hadn't witnessed this side of him, only seeing his brooding, lanky figure towards the back end of the classroom, yet the gentleness in his voice eased her heart. He tended to present a rough exterior, but was he actually as non-caring to her as he came off as?

Y/N murmured, "I just got into a fight with Enid. I didn't mean to, but I actually managed to make her mad at me! which i thought was y'know impossible, cause shes so, her?" Y/N sniffled out a laugh through her tears, attempting to play it off.

"Do y'wanna talk about it?" Xavier watched as ana curled into the warmth of his jacket, having to suppress the wide grin threatening to break free at the sight of her wearing his jacket.

"Not really, no. Sorry." averting her gaze to her shoes, Y/N avoided looking at the tall boy, why did he care?

"It's okay. That's alright "He didn't push her; instead, he merely looked for a quiet place to take her to calm down.

"Come on over here." She fixed her gaze on him. "It's okay, just sit down over here."

She shuffled over to the bench and sat down next to him, still shuddering from the chilly air.

He took a moment to observe her before giving in and offering her his drink.

"Here, it's warm. Ronan made it for me, but you drink it." He handed it to her.

She shook her head and quickly rushed out a refusal, "No, no, I can't."

Y/N didn't cease the shaking of her head to say no, "it's yours, you drink it," she pushed it towards him, nudging his hand and the drink away.

"I said take it already," he shoved it towards her, turning his face away with shyness reflecting in his deep brown eyes.

Before the last couple of days Y/N never realised how many emotions press could convey though his eyes.

She nodded, accepting his offer and taking the warm cup away from his grasp.

The previously tearful girl had been taken aback by his gentle treatment.

She focused her attention downward onto the hot chocolate mixture, watching as the tiny marshmallow bobbed up and down and around the cup.

"do you want to tell me what's up with Enid?" Waiting patiently for her to tell him whatever she felt comfortable saying, Xavier sat there.

“honestly, i was, j, just a bit jealous..”

"Why?"

"she's been spending so much time with the new girl, wednesday? since she moved her its like i don't even exist to her, she even switched to be her roommate before they even met!"

"Shhh...just drink your hot chocolate before you freeze, then we can talk more,"

he flashed her a large and genuine grin, a smile. sometbing that had become rare to xavier since his relationship with bianca.

Lifting the mug to her lips she took a large sip of the hot chocolate. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, revelling in the sweet taste and the warmth it provided her body. The liquid slowly slithered down her throat, heating her up. "It's nice, isn't it?" Xavier asked with a little laugh. She smiled back at him.

“Yeah, it's...really good."

Due to how cold it was, Y/N saw that his cheeks and nose were extremely red.

His slender frame trembled. She noticed his arms circling his torso to stay warm. This gave her heart a special kind of feeling. Her heart ached at the thought of him forgoing his own comfort to provide her with heat instead of warming himself with his jacket.

She mumbled, "Xavier," softly. To her, he turned. "Yes?" "Are you cold?" she inquired. "Oh, no! No, I'm good "Despite the tremble in his fingers, he reassured her. Realizing his lie, she scowled at him. "I know youre lying, silly.”

"No I'm—" he started when she suddenly draped half of the large jacket over his shoulders and scooted in closer.

Together, they watched the snow fall as her warm body pushed up against his own. She took another sip of the hot chocolate and then handed it back to him while leaning her head against his shoulder.

His eyes were fixed upon the soft and smooth marshmallows as he watched it from above. He flashed her a warm smile and gratefully welcomed her offer. He placed his hands over hers and brought them up to his face rather than taking the cup from her. He took a large sip of the hot beverage before turning his attention to her. Y/N inhaled sharply when they made eye contact. She averted her gaze.

“On a cold day, hot chocolate is delicious.” She agreed, murmuring, "Y...yeah." she bit down on her bottom lip nervously as his fingers caressed her own.

Every time he touched her so sweetly and gently, her heart felt these inexplicable feelings once again. He asked, with a hopeful look in his eyes, "Do you feel any better?" She paused to give it some thought. "Mhm. She said, "I do. "We should do this more often, only if you want to."

"Whenever you're want Y/N"

#xavier thorpe #xavier thrope fluff #xavier x y/n #oneshot #wednesday #reqs open #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #wednesday addams #writerscommunity #xavier thrope imagine #x reader #gif

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The Guy Next Door

And we are BACK— with a new chapter of The Guy Next Door! I hope you guys enjoy. It’ll be quite the interesting one.

**I do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Motivated Violence (Idunno lmao) Fluff ! 💕 Ron being a good baby daddy! 😩🤰🏾

Description: Netty meet’s Ronan’s best friend, Harry for the first time.

Pairings: Henry Cavill (Ronan-POV) x Black!plus size Female (Amunet)

Special Appearances: Thomas Doherty (Harry)

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Chapter 8: Birds of a feather …

‘Are you ready?’ His deep, soothing voice brought her out of her blank daydream. It had been 4 weeks since their break up and this was the first time she saw him in person. He would call every day while he was on lunch, and at night before he went to bed. She had made it evident that she didn’t want him near unless she was ready.

Today, she was more than ready.

She blinked her honey brown eyes and looked over at him as his large fist clutched the steering wheel.

It was safe to say she missed him. FaceTime calls never did Justice when she wanted to be able to touch and smell him. It ached her core to force him away, but he had to know she was serious.

‘I am.’ Netty gave him a gentle smile and let out a gentle sigh as he backed out of the driveway.

Ronan looked over at her for a moment and returned the heart warming smile. There was so much he wanted to say to her… so much he wanted to do.

Being in her presence made his entire world gleam, and his soul glow with sheer joy. He didn’t know if it was the pregnancy rubbing off of him that made him so emotional. But he’d already stopped killing because he wanted to be better for her and the baby. He was in love with her.

***

The couple had just walked into Target. Ronan was stuffing his wet umbrella in a umbrella bag when she skirted off towards the bright red buggies. His eyebrows tugged into one.

A gleam of a smile spread across Netty’s face.

‘Netty? I thought we were getting only a few things. Why not use a little basket?’ He said with a gentle smirk curling on his lips, gently shoving her hands off of the handle.

‘Well,’ she looked up at him, ‘I lied.’

‘Hmph.’ He scoffed.

‘Now, let’s go look at the baby section!’ She squeaked, wrapping her small hands around his firm bicep and gave him a gentle tug.

Ronan let out a soft chuckle, ‘oh man. What did I get myself into?’ He mumbled to himself as he began to follow her towards the baby section of the store.

Netty gasped at the sight of the tiny 3-piece set and damn near snatched the whole rack down. ‘Ronnie! Wook at it!’ She looked up from the adorable and tiny outfit.

Ronan chuckled, ‘Aw! That is so cute!’ He carefully took the clothes into his large hands. He felt like a giant! As if he tugged this thing a certain way, he’d rip it apart. It was in that moment that it really set in for him.

‘Wow… it’s… it’s so… tiny.’

His thumb and index finger gently caressed the cotton, his head falling to the side in admiration.

Then he looked up at her.

A sweet smile curled on his lips.

‘I’m really gonna be a dad!’ He scoffed as he looked back down at the onesies.

She walked around the cart and linked her arm in with his before she looked up at him. ‘You are.’

Ronan looked down at Netty with a small smirk before speaking, ‘Hey Netty, I—‘

‘Ron?’

Amunet looked back to see a tall male standing behind them with a box of diapers beneath one arm and a small basket packed with baby pacifiers and bottles.

Ronan recognized that voice anywhere! He swiftly turned around to see Harry standing before the both of them. ‘Hey! What are you doing out here?’ He asked in a slightly confused manner.

Harry stayed on the opposite side of town. And he hated to ride around in his pretty little Audi in Florida traffic. He kept it as local as possible.

‘Oh! Nothing just doin’ a lil’ shoppin’. I heard you guys were having a baby and I decided to come get somethings.’

Ronan’s face turned up in confusion. Eyebrows knitting into one, lips curling in a confused grimace. Something wasn’t right.

He never told Harry that Amunet was pregnant.

‘Oh! That’s so nice of you! Thank you!’ Netty grinned happily.

‘Of course! Anytime! Oh, I’m … Harry—‘ he placed the box on the floor, ‘by the way.’ He reached out for an handshake.

Ronan’s deep blue orbs, glanced down at his hand before they flickered back to his face.

‘I’m Amunet. You can call me Netty though.’ She said with a smile, placing her hand in his and gave him a firm shake.

‘Netty. It’s such a pleasure. Ronan’s told me all about you. His tales aren’t sufficient— you are stunning!’ He complimented.

Ronan never took his eyes off of him. He was impatient and suspicious.

‘Awww, that’s—‘

‘Harry? A word please?’ The glare he held on Harry’s face was … unusual.

Harry and Amunet looked from one another towards Ronan.

‘Ron?’ Netty said in a bit of concern, ‘Are you OK?’

He looked down at Netty and gave her a smile in reassurance, ‘I’m fine. Hey, take some time to look at something’s for the baby. I just remembered I had to talk to Harry about something.’

‘Are you sure?’ She asked in worry.

‘I’m sure.’

Harry’s eyebrows tugged into one in his own confusion. ‘Whatever you have to say, I’m sure you can say it in front of Netty.’ He raised a brow, the confused look instantly being replaced with a sinister glare.

‘No…’ Ronan bit back, ‘It is work related.’

Harry chewed the inside of his cheek before glancing at Netty, ‘Duty calls I suppose.’ He chuckled before shrugging and scooping up the box of diapers. ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, Netty. I’ll see you soon.’ Then he gave her a friendly smile.

‘As it was you, Harry! Take care!’ She said somewhat confused but masked it with a clueless chuckle.

Ronan walked past him in a hurry and Harry rolled his eyes following him. Once he’d noticed Ron was walking out the door, he placed the basket and the box of diapers down before taking a mental note of where he left it.

Ronan paced back and forward in front of his car with his hands on his hips.

‘OK Mr. Moody pants. What’d I do now?’ Harry’s voice had a bit of humor in it.

‘How’d you know Netty was pregnant? What are you doing on this side of town?’

Harry made a face, raising a brow in confusion. ‘You don’t recall? You told me this a few days ago!’

The puzzled male shook his head as he turned around to look at his friend. ‘I didn’t. I’m careful with these kinds of things. Netty is still in the first trimester so why do you feel like I would’ve told you and not even my own parents?’

Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes, ‘Look, you are seriously buggin’ from the lack of sleep you’re getting.’

Ronan grit his teeth together so hard, he could’vshattered them, ‘Answer the question! How did you find out?!’

Harry looked at his friend before an unexpected, sudden laugh fell from his lips, ‘Haven’t you learned? I find out— everything.’ He looked away before sighing, ‘Besides, you’re not spending time with me anymore and it’s becoming a bit lonely, Ronniieeee.’

He pressed his lips together, swallowing his spit as he glanced at the random people that walked on by; giving them a fake friendly smile. Ronan then leaned in, ‘I told you I’m done with that shit. Look, I’m trying with Amunet. I’m in love with her!’

‘In love?!’ Harry questioned raising his brow before another sinister laugh left his chest. It caused Ronan to jump slightly.

‘In love?! You only met her 9 months ago! She’s a fucking distraction and she’s getting in the way of our playtime!’ Harry argued, poking Ron in his firm chest.

‘Harry, you’ve completely lost it and you need to seek immediate help.’

‘Oh well if it isn’t the pot calling the kettle black! Since when did you become fucking Dr. Phil?!Look, Netty is real pretty… real fine. I just would hate for something to happen to her.’ He said nonchalantly with a shrug.

Ronan picked his head up to look at Harry. Oh he was angry. He snatched him up by his shirt and shoved him against his car. ‘Is that a threat?!’ He gritted his teeth once more.

‘Oh no my dear friend… that—‘ Harry shoved Ronan off of him, ‘Is in fact a promise.’

Ronan’s eyebrows tugged into one. He was livid but he just took a deep breath, ‘Fine…. What is it that you want.’ He said in a hiss.

‘I want you to meet me at my place tonight. I have a arts and crafts idea of y’all’s “Head” of Neighborhood Watch. Be there at 9. Don’t be late. Or I’ll just simply tell Netty that you’ve gone killing again.’

‘You take her as a fool. She won’t believe you.’

‘Well she doesn’t trust you… she’d believe a stranger first before your lying ass.’

Harry had a point there. And that just made his chest hurt.

‘Again. You best be on time lover boy!’ He called out as he began to back away.

***

Ronan walked back inside of the Target with his mind racing. It was like he was damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. But he wanted her and their unborn baby to be safe.

He found her snuggling up against a tiny pink onesie with red hearts scattered all around it. ‘Hey! You’re back!’

‘I am,’ he gave her a smile before looking in the cart. She had almost everything in that damn thing. ‘I see you’ve went to work while I was gone. And quick too!’ He chuckled.

‘Yeeeeah. I couldn’t help it!’ She giggled as she placed the small little piece of cloth in the buggie.

‘Well, that’s alright,’ he said placing a kiss on her head, ‘I told you to grab anything you wanted for our baby. Honestly, this is nothing compared to what I thought you would’ve done.’ He snickered. His mood was instantly shifted once again. She had such an positive effect on him. And he loved it.

Amunet sighed, looking up at the ceiling with dreamy eyes, ‘Our baby… our little baby.. such a nice ring to it right?!’

‘Yeah.. our baby.’ He repeated happily.

***

They’d been back at her place for some time now and they were spending sometime looking, and feeling the baby clothes. ‘I just can’t wait til they get here…’ he smiled rubbing her slightly rounded belly, ‘can’t wait to hold my baby girl!’ The thought of him having a little princess made Netty’s heart ache. She didn’t care what they had, just as long as they were healthy.

The room grew quiet for a moment as his mind slipped back to the conversation he and Harry had earlier. ‘Netty?’ He paused for a second, allowing her time to answer him.

‘Hmm?’

‘Do you trust me?’

Amunet looked over at him with a gentle smile, her head falling to the side slightly, ‘Well, you can be sneaky… but the amount of support that you’ve been giving me over the past month and a half… it’s safe to say that you have earned my trust back.’

Ronan sat up with a delighted smile returning to his face, ‘Seriously? You really do?!’

Amunet giggled out loud, ‘Of course,’ she reached across and placed her hand on his thigh, ‘You earned it.’

The smile he wore only grew larger and he just took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. ‘You have no idea how good that feels.’ He cackled.

She smiled softly, her head falling to the side as she watched him just combust with emotion and happiness. This was probably the happiest she ever seen him.

‘Hey?’ He said as he brought her feet up and started to subconsciously massage one of them.

‘What’s up?’

‘Could I possibly… stay over tonight? Like I think it’s—‘

‘Ron.’ Netty said, her face unimpressed.

He stopped in his tracks like a damn deer in head lights.

‘Of course you can stay!’ She giggled, giving him a playful smack on his arm. ‘You don’t have to ask!’

He sighed in relief, ‘Well I wasn’t sure if you still wanted your space.’

Netty felt touched by the comment and placed her hands on top of her chest, ‘Aw. That’s really thoughtful! Well, … to be honest—‘ she looked off to the side, sinking her pretty teeth into her bottom lip.

‘What’s on your mind?’ Ronan asked.

It grew quiet for a moment before she waved her hand and shook her head, ‘Nooo, no. It’s silly. Forget I even mentioned it—‘

‘Oh you’re not shutting me out. Tell me.’ He said softly, his eyes were gentle and welcoming.

She stared over at him for a moment before swallowing her spit. ‘Well, I—‘ she sighed softly, ‘It’s been hard… this whole break up. We went from spending time together every day to… me not wanting to see you… and with good reason.’ He muttered the last part before breaking into an awkward laugh. ‘I just… want us back… I miss you.’

The air grew thick with emotions. He felt guilty about the conversation he and Harry had earlier that day. But he also felt content and happy, knowing he had a second chance to redeem himself.

‘C’mere.’ He said leaning over and placed a tender kiss on her lips. Suddenly, he remembered what he’d been missing. Her soft, plump lips that taste of honey.

He then broke the kiss and rest his forehead against hers. ‘I miss you too.’

#henry cavill #august walker #henry cavill x plus size reader #henry cavill x black!oc #henry cavill x black!plus size female oc #Henry Cavill x black!female #ghost face #scream #thomas doherty #threes a party??#😉😉#male pov

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While I really love the MCU Guardians of the Galaxy, I really wish they specifically didn't have so much synergy with their comics counterparts. Obviously Bendis' habit of bringing in random Earth characters didn't help, but the team dynamic in almost every run but Ewing's has been just a worse version of the films'. Gunn's changes aren't bad for the movies' sake, but when they try and make the established 616 gotg act like them it just comes off as weird, and for some reason we're still doing it in the year of our lord 2023. I just wish the MCU didn't have such a profound impact on the comics so we could've had two very different but well-written versions of the team.

Synergy hit the Guardians harder than any other characters and it was inevitably going to happen even if Gunn wasn't involved because the moment Feige wanted to do a GotG movie the comic Editors wanted to make the characters more audience friendly and basically tasked Bendis (who really didn't want to do it and had to be convinced to, which also explains why his run is so bad) to be the person to do t.

Even though Bendis has admitted that beyond reading Clarmeont and Byrne's Star-Lord he really didn't read or care much about the other characters. he was going to reinvent them and the plan from what I could tell was to synergize the movie with his own comic. But it's really that. Most writers that got involved with the Guardians really DGAF about them or just don't know what the hell to do with them. After the first movie came out you could told most just copied what Gunn did with them in the MCU. Problem with that is that no one is as good as James Gunn at doing his brand of humor, no one saw past the comedy aspect and reduced them to just jokes. Drax always took everything literally and couldn't understand metaphors or figure of speech. Gamora was always a flawless stoic badass. Rocket was angry 24/7. Groot had no personality. Peter Quill was a manchild that everyone disrespected and ridiculed.

This was especially bad during the period between vol.1 and vol.2 where everything was just a repeat of the plot in the first GotG movie. Guardians don't get along, Guardians find an ancient powerful Mcguffin, Guardians have to fight bad guy who wants the Mcguffin, Guardians have to band together and get along in order to defeat the bad guy. If they fought a bad guy it was usually Korath, Nebula, Ronan, or the Chitauri.

The GotG cartoon was notorious for this, and when it started bringing out non-MCU stuff it was things from the Bendis run and it's why you had multiples episodes with Asgardian and Symbiote related plotlines.

I also get the feeling that a lot of the writers that handle the Guardians don't really care about them as characters nor about their history. The current GotG writers for example feel like they really care more about writing a space western than really writing a Guardians story. The Guardians in the comic just feel like Guardians in name only.

#wondy answers #The GotG cartoon was sooo bad #they fought Thanos so many times #that's how uninspired they were #and then to outdo themselves they fought Carnage Thanos #asfffrfrg #Only the Adam Warlock arc was decent #but the next season they lose every character development they had from that

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Okay, I'm finally putting my thoughts down. They're not super nuanced, but this was how I felt about Greywaren

Spoilers below (and feel free to pass this by)

Tagging @mychemicalrachel since we talked about sharing lol

I liked Greywaren. I thought it was a fine book and I was emotional about it. I'm sad the series is over and after having read it and listened to it, giving myself some time to process and write some fic, I am left wanting.

I definitely have thoughts about Maggie's original ideas for the series and I could speculate until the cows come home about how the original outlines for the books affected what was published.

Greywaren felt a lot like she just wanted to be done and I get that, but it left for some slim pickings and a lot of unanswered questions.

What I liked: Ronan getting to see the people he loves and cares about from an outside perspective. Ronan is always in his own head about people's motivations, I think he needed to see things for what they were, rather than how he saw them. All of the scenes with Ronan and Adam, as well as Declan and Jordan. Hennessy coming into her own. The scene with her and Carmen and the index cards was incredible. Declan's moment to shine and having his John Wick moment lmao Also Matthew punching Declan! Cathartic! The snakeskin tattoo. The HEA

What I didn't like: The Brothers Lynch not talking about the Mor/Aurora, Niall/New Fenian situation and how that affects all of them, as well as just, like, some on page forgiveness. I just had such a hard time with the epilogue. I wanted more! I wanted to know what Declan and Jordan were up to in MA, I wanted to know what Ronan and Adam did when they got to VA (like, reconciling and recovering together). I wanted to see Adam talking to the Crying Club and dropping out of Harvard. Where did Hennessy go off to? Are she and Carmen officially together? I also hated Nathan and that whole thing, it felt weird, and vaguely racist kinda'? I wanted to know more about the Lace. There's more, I'm sure, but those are the big ones.

Overall, it was just bittersweet, and I wish the book had been more substantial than it was. I wouldn't NOT recommend it but it left me feeling a bit bereft.

#greywaren #greywaren spoilers #thoughts #musings

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Wedding Break

Masterlist

I really hope you’re in a modern royalty/runaway bride mood today

Warnings: only language I think

Word count: 2,1k

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“Which Whitethorn do you think is the hottest?” Aelin said a millisecond before shoving her phone on Aedion’s sight.

Her cousin playfully slapped her hand away. “Shouldn’t you be preparing for your speech?”

“It’s either this or hearing about carbon monoxide one more time for you.”

As beautiful as Queen Maeve’s castle was with its tiny streams and walls of pale stone, Aelin just wanted to fast-forward to when she actually got to do her first official task, or at least forget about it until it was time. For someone who have begged for a more active role in the government for years, she was feeling too much like a deer in the headlights.

Muttering something unintelligible to himself, Aedion zoomed in the picture with everyone from the House of Whitethorn and quickly assessed it.

“Tattooed Whitethorn.”

Aelin looked at the picture and bit her lip. “Agreed. I think his name is Ronan or something.”

“They could’ve picked this one for you to marry.”

Frowning, she asked, “What do you mean?” Aelin knew she’d have to marry someone eventually, but she didn’t even like to think about the nightmare it would be. Being crown princess, every formal step of her love life needed to be approved by her dad and the Royal Council, and she had enough battles of her own with them for now.

Aedion cackled, not sensing her distress or maybe because of it. “Didn’t you open Twitter today? The tabloids are saying you’re engaged with Prince Endymion.”

Gaping at her cousin, she was somewhere between laughing and frowning at this new piece of information. “Isn’t he gay? I know we both dated Dorian.”

“I’m pretty sure he is, too.” A beat. “God, I wonder how they came up with this one.”

They kept scrolling on their respective couches, sometimes chatting about things they saw online, but something about this rumor was bothering her. Aelin blocked her phone and rubbed the back of her neck, brows creased in thought. This wasn’t the first, neither would be the last false rumor about her love life. It was so common she didn’t mind anymore. What was irking Aelin was where their attention was. She was here to bring attention to carbon monoxide. Greenhouse effect. Global warming. Not to have her outfits and love life scrutinized by Doranelle’s tabloids.

Aelin cleared her throat, gathering Aedion’s attention.

“Don’t you think these rumors kinda undermine the real reason I’m here? It makes people forget the purpose of my trip and—“

“You know you’re only here because Rhoe’s boys’ club don’t give a fuck about the environment, right?”

Aelin flinched, hating how sometimes Aedion could see right through her. He straightened his posture and gave a long-suffering sigh.

“I’m sorry, Ace. It’s hard to get over this. You keep running around the castle, waiting for kernels like a damn pet—“

“I’m not a pet!” Aelin shouted, tired of having the same argument with Aedion for the millionth time.

He raised both hands in surrender and left, banging the ancient wooden door.

With a pounding heartbeat, Aelin got up and started pacing around the room. He would never get it. If she couldn’t get her voice heard in the council because of her position as crown princess, Aelin would work until she earned that spot. And it was already happening. Her dad put her in charge of Terrasen’s environmental policies as a 21st birthday gift, and there she was. Months later, only beginning to kick ass with her new task.

Aelin did a quick breathing exercise to calm herself down, too consumed by these thoughts, the gossip, her fight with Aedion and probably every single moment of the past months that led her to this. Aelin couldn’t post online without her PR’s approval, so she decided to ask Nox, the head of the team, to deny the rumors on social media. He saw her text almost immediately and left it on read, but Aelin’s shoulders still dropped in relief by the sight of it. He’d fix it soon.

Doranelle’s weather was so hot Aelin took her first cold bath in months, and it was as refreshing as it could be. Honestly, she felt like a new woman, or at least in a new day. She had a tiny headache and her jaw felt sore, but it was fine. She was fine. If Aelin didn’t think about today’s previous events, she wouldn’t feel any kind of residual anger or bitterness. If she was still mad. Because she obviously wasn’t.

Choosing a pale blue dress for lunch, Aelin was finishing her makeup when her mom barged into the room.

“Why are you dressed up so early? Lunch is in more than an hour.”

Aelin sighed, feeling the weight of her shoulders quickly come back. “I needed the bath.”

Evalin smiled at her. “You look gorgeous, honey.”

Just like that, her mother’s words felt like sunshine making its way through dark clouds. Aelin beamed up at her mom, proud of herself because—

“But what happened to your hair? You can’t have lunch with the Whitethorns looking like this.”

Aelin’s cheeks burned, but she held her chin high to answer her mother. “I saw it on TikTok and decided to try. Everyone’s wearing it, it’s really no big deal.”

She gently caressed her daughter’s hair and held her chin for emphasis. “Not everyone is Terrasen’s heir, dear.” Evalin made a show of analyzing Aelin’s hairstyle before saying, “It looks interesting, just make sure the royal family doesn’t see you in it, okay?”

Nodding, she just let her mother talk her ears off until the endless reminders about that visit ended. When Evalin was about to leave, Aelin reminded of something.

“Mom?”

“Yes, dear?” Evalin asked from the threshold of Aelin’s assigned bedroom.

“Can you ask Nox to deny my engagement rumors? I asked him too long ago and maybe he forgot.” Both of them knew this was a nice way of putting that the PR team was busy, and Aelin’s requests weren’t a priority.

The sight of Evalin taking a deep breath and coming back in, closing the door, was enough to give Aelin heart palpitations. But nothing prepared her to what she’d hear next.

“Fireheart, I’m afraid your engagement rumors are true.”

Just like that, Aelin’s body, mind, her whole world came to a halt.

No, they weren’t. They couldn’t be. Aelin started feeling light-headed and leaned the palm against the wall. Her mom had promised that when the time came, they’d make the decision together. They’d let Aelin choose.

“You’re joking.”

“I know you’re upset now, but you know Terrasen’s going through a crisis, and Queen Maeve was kind enough to—“

“What about you letting me choose?” She shouted.

Evalin took a deep breath and plastered a forced smile on her face. “Like I was saying, we reached another countries too, to give you a choice, but Queen Maeve had a better offer, so—“

“So you sold me to the highest bidder! Is that it?”

Her mother’s silent confirmation made Aelin shut her eyes closed, a poor attempt to keep her tears at bay.

“When are we going back? I need to speak with dad,” Aelin said in a strained tone.

“We’re staying until the wedding, which will be in less than three months. He’ll come to the ceremony, though.” Evalin’s voice sounded more gentle now, but Aelin couldn’t see her expression because of the tears blurring her vision. She just heard her mother’s heeled footsteps and the sound of the door closing.

Aelin’s muscles went limp, so she collapsed on the floor, leaning against the wall, and didn’t bother doing any exercises to control her quick breathing.

It was hard to feel time moving when she was overwhelmed with so many questions running through her head. How could her family do this behind her back? Since when was this going on? Was her first assignment just a ruse to bring her to Doranelle?

With a caved-in chest, Aelin probably looked miserable crumbled on the floor like this. She felt too tired to do anything, but what got her up was the thought of what would her mother say if she saw Aelin’s tear-stained make up. Still, cleaning herself up sent a spark of something through her veins.

Maybe, if she talked to her father, they could figure out another way together. Aelin knew part of being queen was abdicating, but maybe they could meet halfway in this. Finishing her new makeup, Aelin held her chin high as she made her choice.

She was going back to Terrasen to talk with her father.

Leaving her bedroom, it was easy to get lost in this castle’s long halls. She had no idea how one place could be so open and look so much like a labyrinth at the same time. However, Aelin released a small breath in relief by the sight of what looked like a small gate.

The guard curtsied. “Your Highness. Good afternoon.”

And did nothing more.

After a few stretches of silence, she said, “Can you open this for me, please?”

His hand hovered over his earpiece as he asked, “Where to?”

“Out.” Aelin said through gritted teeth.

“I’m afraid you can’t leave this wing of the castle without an escort, ma’am.”

What the fuck? “Are you serious?”

Aelin didn’t bother hearing what he had to say, her ears were ringing as she stomped her way back to her bedroom. This had Evalin written all over it. So typical of her mother to treat Aelin like a ticking bomb whenever she got angry, like her own daughter was a situation that needed to be handled. She was so tired of this bullshit.

Aelin couldn’t cross a gate? Awesome. She’d make her own fucking gate to cross.

After getting back and slamming her bedroom’s door, Aelin quickly noted that her easiest way to the outside was a tree that was too short to jump from her balcony. She looked down, studying the sight. But if Aelin could get to the balcony underneath hers... She’d have perfect leverage to get to the tree.

Not thinking twice, Aelin ripped the mattress from her dull guest bedroom and wrapped it around her balcony’s ornate iron railing. Holding on the handrail for dear life, she crossed to the outer side of the barrier, and managed to find balance with half of her feet touching the rest of the balcony’s floor she had. She could feel the wind hitting her back and hear some hawks screeching far from her, but she couldn’t let fear paralyze her. Aelin took one last deep breath.

And then she jumped.

Aelin felt like her heart was free-falling, or maybe that was because she was free-falling herself. However, the gust of wind felt good for just one second, until her forehead hit the building, making her curse this city one more time. Why was this castle made of stone?

Noticing she was still depending on that short mattress to live, Aelin angled her body and swayed it enough to land inside the downstairs balcony.

Feeling every bone in her body ache from that crash, she only gave herself a few seconds to rest while analyzing that tree. She just needed to figure out the best angle to climb on that branch and—

“What the hell are you doing?”

A tall, green-eyed man was staring at her with furrowed eyebrows. He was dressed casually, with sweatpants and a black t-shirt that emphasized the ink that ran down his left arm. The same muscled, tattooed arm that gave her very improper thoughts earlier today. Somehow, the photos didn’t do Roman Whitethorn justice. Or something. God, why couldn’t she get his name right?

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” He insisted, and Aelin just realized she was staring blankly at him. Her scheming abilities let her come up with a plan in the seconds that took her to get up and straighten her posture.

She curtsied. “I’m so sorry for the disturbance, Your Highness. I’m working, and I need to retrieve something from this tree. Now if you’ll excuse me—“

“Wait. What’s your name?” As serious as he tried to school his expression, the prince’s eyes were twinkling with amusement, and Aelin wondered why.

“Celaena,” she let the lie slip through her lips not for the first time, but this situation specifically left her feeling her pulse go a mile a minute.

He hummed. “Whatever you say, Princess.”

A/N: I have some sequel ideas, let me know what you think!

Edit: Now I’m definitely continuing this and here’s a snippet of what’s to come

HERE’S PART 2 and I’ll make a masterlist soon I promise

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harrowharkninth · 2 years

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Greywaren is so much to contain in my mind. It was written in such an interesting way from odd points of view that came together to be really good. I will definitely relisten to the audiobook to take it all in, but these are the initial things that stuck out to me:

A lot of Ronan’s storyline was him being a silent observer and contemplating the people closest to him; whitnessing how they act when he’s not around. That was never how I saw this book going. Ronan was stuck but he was learning some vital things, and just the inventiveness in Maggie’s writing amazes me.

Farooq Lane’s whole storyline, I always love when Maggie pushes buttoned-up characters till they’re “burning”. It used to be a description of Gansey, I love the callback. Also there’s a definite parallel story between her & Nathan and The Grayman & his brother. They kill eachother in similar ways in a final shoot out.

Farooq-Lane and Hennessey’s volatile (homoerotic) relationship to each other. Hennessey painting Farooq Lane filled with all the fire and lust she felt for her. The kiss and the fact that she travels with Hennessey still 4 years later.

Declan shooting up Boudicca’s fairy market was so satisfying. Like this guy snapped and it was so good.

The evening Ronan whitnessed between Jordan and Declan. It was so soft. The moment that it was clear they weren’t going out, and Declan takes is place on Jordan’s couch instead. It melted my heart.

Declan yanking away Matthew’s sweet metal and not waking Matthew up for days shook me up. I know Declan was trying to be practical but damn. But that led to Matthew absolutely decking Declan, so hard Declan and his coffee mug falls to the floor. I was waiting for Matthew’s breaking point too, it was so good.

Mór’s a sociopath? And she was the one that wanted to escalate things? Those flashbacks where quite satisfying, there has been so much mystery shrouding what happened to Neil and Mór for so long.

Not in a million years did I think that Ronan is one of the beings from the other side. A being that may have begged dreamers to become human many many times. A being that could have easily been brought into this world as something else like Lindenmir or Cabeswater. Also there are entities that feel differently about our plain, like Greywaren adored it and the Lace loaths it. Fascinating concept. It makes me wonder about Ronan’s funeral dream, was that them? Do beings like Greywaren have a world or do they just float in the blackness?

Adam’s monologue acknowledging how he’s been lying at college and how he doesn’t love it as much as he thought was heartbreaking but fascinating. By making Adam unaware of Ronan’s presence, Maggie found the perfect way for these two emotionally constipated guys to communicate. Also, when they finally met in the subconscious void was so perfect. Like, their physical forms weren’t even there and Maggie made it so romantic.

Matthew with Bryde was just hilarious. Also without his mystique Bryde’s just a sad man. That was a weird turn of events, I thought he’d be the main evil. And then Bryde becomes a visionary? Led there by the voice Matthew heard when he walked into Ronan’s security system at the Barns? That was a big lore drop out of nowhere Maggie!

I got spoiled that Gansey would be back and at every turn I was expecting him to turn up to help somehow. He was fantastic in the epilogue but I’d imagined more.

As and audiobook listener, Ronan’s panic attack was absolutely haunting. Hearing the same phrase over and over almost transported you to Ronan’s state of mind.

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bluesravens · 1 year

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you

pairing: adam parrish x fem!reader

warnings: none i don’t think

genre: fluff/angst

summary: adam has been ignoring Y/N.

Adam Parrish was avoiding Y/N and Y/N knew it. After the events of that year, Y/N thought that their friend group had gone through too much to ever separate, but it had been a week since Adam spoke to her. One of her best friends had suddenly began to ignore her existence and she was incredibly confused. He had been in obvious communication with everyone else, but when he saw her, something would come up and he would have to leave.

The week before had been just about the same. Y/N would text everyone to go somewhere and Adam would have work. She would show up at Monmouth and he would have to go study at home. He would walk into Ronan’s room and then walk back out when he saw she was in there. When hanging out as a group, he would sit next to someone other than next to her where he usually sat.

Y/N knew that Adam was having a horrible time at the moment. He was dealing with the aftermath of his father, a new home, and being completely alone in his very personal life, but this ignoring seemed directed towards her specifically. Even Ronan had come up to Y/N and asked her what was up with her and Parrish. She tried to let it go, but after just finding out that one of her best friends was murdered 7 years ago and then thinking she lost another, Y/N didn’t really feel like losing Adam too.

Unfortunately, Adam could not stand to be near Y/N anymore. Everytime he turned around, she was there. He was watching his own life crumble before him and there she was just being so helpful and understanding and kind and so, so pretty. She was being so good to him after he did so many bad things and it made him feel like he was going crazy. Y/N understood why he reacted to things the way he did and she always was there even if she didn’t know what to say. When he thought about it, she had really always been like that the entire time he had known her which was kind and also rather scary.

One day when they were all in The Pig and had the music quite loud, Y/N needed to tell Adam something, but was on the side of his bad ear, so she turned his chin with her fingers and reached over to say it into his working ear and Adam felt an awful flutter of longing and dread flurry around his lower stomach at her touch and the warmth of her breath so close to him. Honestly, he didn’t really know what she said, but saw that she was giggly and smiling when she sat back against the seat so he just smiled at her and pretended he knew what she had said to him. He spent the rest of the drive back trying to push away the red he felt painting his ears and creeping up his cheeks, but couldn’t. She sat next to him, singing and talking, completely oblivious to the torment she had caused him.

They got back to Monmouth that night and before going home, Adam forgot about their fight and pulled Gansey back into the Camaro to tell him what had happened in the backseat of his car only a few minutes before. Gansey asked what the issue was and Adam started to get frustrated because of course Gansey would find that normal. He explained the dread he felt and Gansey had suggested that maybe those were just butterflies and that maybe Adam just had feelings for Y/N. Gansey was too nonchalant and Adam was uncharacteristically freaking out about it.

Adam had immediately shut Gansey down and got out of the Camaro. Why did he feel like throwing up? Gansey shouted behind him to drive safe and that for some reason made Adam so incredibly angry. Why was Gansey acting like having feelings for Y/N was normal? He had been in a fight with Gansey for so long, he regretted telling him anything because now he was even angrier. Why the hell was he so mad right now? To make things worse, apparently Y/N been waiting at the door of Monmouth so she could wave bye before he went home and after seeing her smile he decided he couldn’t see her again until whatever feelings he had for her passed.

Apparently this would take more than two weeks and it was driving everyone crazy. Having enough of it, Y/N had showed up at his apartment, so he wouldn’t have somewhere to run off to or any excuses to make. But then he did. He told her he was just about to leave for work even though he was wearing sweatpants and had very clearly just woken up.

She glared at him and crossed her arms in a way that kind of reminded him of Blue and Ronan at the same time (scary), so he opened his mouth to explain what was going on, but nothing came out. She raised her eyebrows in a way that said go ahead and he once again said nothing when he was really trying to say something. Adam had been caught. He knew that Y/N had caught on and now that he was thinking about it, he realized he hadn’t really even tried to be subtle about avoiding her. He expected her to be angry since he was obviously lying through his teeth and thought that she might storm off or call him out, but was horribly surprised when she started crying.

Y/N felt so silly and so weak. She had come all this way to confront Adam and get an answer out of him and now she was just a blubbering mess at his doorstep all because she felt ignored. Adam stared at Y/N with blatant horror written on his face, feeling like he had been suddenly struck, and reached out to try to usher her inside from the cold.

Y/N avoided his hand and remained where she had been standing. “Why are you angry with me?,” She asked softly, trying to wipe the still active tears from her face.

Once again Adam felt like he had been struck and had nothing to say to his friend who he had made cry. He never wanted to see her crying because of him ever again. Adam’s eyebrows furrowed further than usual and he began to play with a button on the sleeve of his jacket.

“Y/N, I’m not mad at you.,” He responded. “I’m not I just—”

Y/N’s face quickly turned angry, almost cold and she glared at him through her tears in a way that made him stop talking. “What then? You’re just ignoring me? For fun or just because you felt like it? Do you not want to be friends anymore or something?”

Adam gaped at her and felt a burning sensation in his throat that he wished so badly would leave.

“Of course I want to be your friend. I just… It’s just hard to be around you when you’re always so….,” He waved his hands around looking for the word. When he looked at her face it was no longer angry or cold but equally as fearful as the expression on his own features.

“I’m so what?,” She pushed.

“You. You’re so you.,” He responded, a little too harshly per usual.

Her face completely fell and his heart crashed down through his body as he realized he worded that even worse than he thought he did. Y/N began to turn away, already pulling out her car keys, but Adam reached for her arm and pulled her back to face him.

“Adam, let me go. I’m serious. I didn’t do anything to you and I’m not just going to stand here and listen to this!,” Y/N exclaimed, ripping her arm away and looking at him with what only could be described at betrayal. Her Adam. Her best friend and the guy she had been annoyingly in love with for years would never say something like that to her.

Adam fished around for something to clear up what he said, but he found nothing except for her expecting gaze looking back at him so he decided to stare at the concrete instead. What was wrong with him? Why was he constantly being so mean to the people who cared about him? He was beginning to panic and felt that burning sensation in his throat double in volume.

“Adam, please. What’s going on?,” Y/N began to plead, abruptly reaching out to hold his upper arm. “Adam?”

He was ripped from his thoughts by her change in demeanor and was very confused why she suddenly was back to being herself once more. Her eyes were soft and worried and her touch was gentle and—

Why was his face so warm? Oh god, was he tearing up? Her reaction to him was the only answer he needed. Turning away in shame, Adam fought the emotion back and tried to explain with some mumbling nonsense to Y/N that they would talk later and that he needed to go. Y/N’s hand remained on his arm, but he shrugged her off and tried reaching for the door.

“Please don’t close the door. I don’t think I can handle not knowing what’s going on for another day.,” Y/N said, keeping the door from closing.

Adam sighed and look at Y/N’s face, debating his options. He could either close the door and continue to ignore his feelings until she decided she was done waiting for him or he could admit his feelings and have her look at him with pity or maybe even disgust and leave him then too. Something in him told him to bite the bullet, so he racked his brain for how to word his friendship-ending confession.

Y/N could see that his thoughts were paining him so she waited patiently for Adam to answer her. “Whatever it is, you’re not upset with me right?,” Y/N asked once again.

“No. I’m not mad at you.,” Adam responded slowly. “It’s my fault. I didn’t mean to be mean.”

Y/N took his hand in hers and squeezed it lightly, wanting so badly to make up and move on. “It’s okay, honey.”

Adam melted a bit and he let her hold his hand, wishing that he could stay like that forever. “I was avoiding you because I care about you more than a normal person cares about someone.”

Y/N was lost. She looked between his eyes for any indication of what he meant but he just stared back at her as serious as ever.

“I don’t understand. I’m sure a normal person doesn’t care about people the way I care for y’all either.,” Y/N responded. “You’re my favorite people.”

“That’s not—,” Adam started, very frustrated at his inability to say what he wanted to say, so he blurted out what he had been wanting to tell her for the last two years. “No, I’m saying I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

Y/N wasn’t sure she heard him right. Y/N wasn’t sure if she was still breathing actually. And Adam’s heart was beating so loudly he was sure Y/N could hear it from where she was standing. This was the part he had been dreading. The part where Y/N would tell him he was nothing more to her than a good friend or the part where she would laugh right in his face.

“You love me?,” She whispered back, much to Adams’s surprise.

He was in too deep now, so he nodded slowly at her, still holding her hand which he noticed was grasping his own very tightly. His voice shook, but he meant what he said. “I’ve loved you since I can remember knowing you.”

Y/N raised a hand to smooth out the crease on Adam’s forehead, causing him to briefly close his eyes at her touch. She had wanted this for so long. He was so close and so sweet and so pretty and she wanted to cry a little bit.

“I love you.,” She spoke quietly. “I should have told you earlier. I know I tell you all that I love you all the time, but I should’ve made it clear that I loved you differently than the others. I love you, Adam.”

Adam must’ve died that day in the woods. He was either dead or dreaming, but it felt so real. It felt so real and so good. Too good. But Adam was not good. Adam was angry and hurt and damaged and a killer. He had killed a man and Y/N witnessed the whole thing and she was convinced that she still loved him? He grew angry at his doubts and then angry that she looked so sweet despite crying moments before and being angry with him moments before.

Y/N noticed the look on Adam’s face and held both of his hands tightly against her chest, her heart beating against their clasped hands. “I’ve loved you before all this and I love you now. You are what I want. What do you want, Adam?”

“I want you.,” Adam answered without a moment of hesitation.

Y/N cupped the boy’s face and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his for a brief, lovely moment. She remained close to his face, her mouth hovering over his. “Then I’m yours.”

Adam would classify Y/N’s lips as a recognized religion if he could. He was terrified that one day she would realize what he was or that something would soon ruin the happiness he was now feeling.

“Are you sure?,” Adam whispered.

“What are you so scared of?,” She asked gently, breath fanning his cheek. Her hand rested on the side of his face and she was looking at him with the most sincere look in her eyes.

Adam looked between her lips and her eyes, wishing someone could tell him what to do or what to say. He rubbed a thumb over the smooth skin of Y/N’s arm and imagined kissing her again and again.

“You.”

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johnsbleu · 1 year

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Ch. 150

warnings: nsfw moment hmh masterlist

As suspected, your face isn’t the only thing that’s sore. Your body is killing you. Not only from John, but from the accident itself. You have some bruises on your arms too, and the bruises on your face have darkened overnight. John cried when he saw you for the first time this morning. He just pressed soft and gentle kisses to your face over and over, then he held you and didn’t let go until you practically pushed yourself from his arms because he was crushing you.

It’s understandable. He thought he lost you.

Every time you walk past anything with a reflective surface, you look at your face. The bruising is bad and there’s only so much make up you can put over it. You’ve covered it enough but it’s there, and you can see it. Even worse, it’s there and John can see it. He sighs loudly every time he looks at you and touches it gently before pressing a kiss to your cheek. He’s even helped take care of your stitches as well. It’s pretty cute how gentle he is.

John finally emerges from his office after needing to make a phone call--with the door shut, which is unusual. You don’t need to know who John calls but he did have the door shut, so you let your curiosity take over.

“Who did you call?” you ask as you sit on the couch and fold some laundry.

“Hmm?” John acts as if he didn’t hear you, and you look at him and raise your eyebrows. He instantly knows you know he heard you. He shakes his head, “Oh, just…”

You hold up one of his shirts and grab a hanger to put it on, then you look at him when he doesn’t finish his sentence, “Just…”

John sighs loudly and sits on the coffee table, nearly knocking over the stack of socks on it, “I don’t think last night was an accident…”

“John,” you sigh loudly, tilting your head back and squeezing your eyes shut in annoyance, “Stop. It was an accident. Someone was driving too fast and not paying attention and they hit me. End of story.”

“It can’t be that simple.” he says, shaking his head, “It can’t.”

You roll your eyes as you get more fed up, “It can be! And it is! Someone fucking hit me, Jonathan. End of fucking story!”

“I just don’t think it’s that simple, Y/N. I have to figure out who did this.”

“No! You don’t. No, you do not need to. You fucking know, John. You fucking know that I will be beyond disappointed in you if you go.” you look into his eyes as he watches you, “You promised me you were done. You said you were done with that life and that I was the focus--me and Ronan.”

“Why are you so against it being something else? ”

“Because if it is, then you’ll leave!” you say, tearing up, “You’ll leave, you’ll go looking for them. You’ll leave me, you’ll go back to that life, you’ll leave me and Ronan, and I’ll have to spend every day wondering where you are, if you’re okay. I’ll have to wonder if you’re coming home. I know you. I know how much you love me and I can’t thank you enough for loving me that much. But you love me, you love me so much, so I know you’ll stop at nothing until this person pays for what they’ve done, and I know what that means. I know what you used to do. I can’t--”

John clears his throat as he looks down, “You wouldn’t look at me the same.”

“That is not it, and you know it.” you say firmly, holding his gaze. You exhale shakily as you reach for his hands, “I can’t live without you. I can’t…watch you walk away from us. I know that that life sucks you back in. I know it has. I know how hard it was for you to walk away from it. But I’m not interested in seeing how easy it is for you to walk away from me.”

“I would never walk away from you. Walking away from it for you, now that was the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” he cups your face and brushes his thumb over the apple of your cheek then a few moments later he sighs, “But this person needs to pay for what they’ve done.”

You look down as John plays with your wedding ring, then you look at him and hold his gaze, “We don’t know who did it, so why don’t we start there? If whoever hit me really wanted to kill me, I would be dead. Correct?”

“Pains me to admit it, but yes.” he nods, “And they wouldn’t have driven off after realizing the crash didn’t…kill you. They’d have stuck around to finish it.”

You know the words hurt him to say, so you smile softly at him, “So, can we safely rule out it’s not someone from your past?”

“I guess,” he sits up straight and shakes his head, “Doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“I know,” you look into his soft brown eyes and start to smile, “But it is nice to know that weren’t trying to kill me.”

John exhales sharply, “So, Mill Neck just has a reckless idiot driving around town.”

“I think every town has one,” you say, and John looks at you, “It’s usually me.”

This earns a laugh from John, which feels good. He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his face only inches from yours since you’re doing the same. He looks into your eyes and shakes his head slowly, taking your hands in his.

“It’s not someone trying to kill me, I’m positive. The second they realized the crash didn’t work, they would have found me at the hospital or…lit the house up in flames.” you say, and John winces, “I know. I know that none of this makes you feel better, but it’s not someone trying to hurt you, babe. It’s not. You’ve been through enough. No one is trying to hurt you or me. No one is trying to hurt Ro. We’re safe. We’re off limits.”

John nods his head, “Yeah…”

“Did you call Winston?” you ask, and he nods again, “Was he upset?”

“Yeah,” he nods, then he grips your hands, “He was worried about you and Ro.”

You smile a little, “I mean was he upset that you called?”

“No, of course not.” he moves to sit next to you on the couch, “He immediately asked if you and Ronan were okay, then he went on to tell me that we’re all safe.”

“Safe.” you turn to face him, “We…are…safe. Say it with me.”

John laughs and wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer, “We’re safe, but more importantly you and Ronan are safe.”

“We know.” you look up at him and smile as you lean up to kiss him, “We got you.”

Just as you get ready to take a bite of your sandwich, the doorbell rings and stops you. You look up at John and furrow your brow a little, silently asking if he was expecting anyone, then you both get up and walk out to see a police car in the driveway. John instinctively puts his hand out to keep you behind him, then he opens the door and looks at the sheriff.

“Mr. and Mrs. Wick, I’m not interrupting, am I?”

John shakes his head, “No, of course not. Come in.”

The sheriff nods his head at you as he wipes his shoes off, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Wick.”

“Good afternoon.” you smile, then you look out the window and point when you see Jimmy running up the driveway.

“Hey! Wait!” Jimmy yells, then he gets in the door and puts his hands on his knees as he pants, “Holy shit, I’m out of shape.”

The sheriff looks at Jimmy and chuckles, “That’s what happens when you quit the force.”

“Don’t regret it though.” Jimmy says, and you can tell that little remark annoyed Jimmy. Tess has told you that he gets shit from the guys at the station every now and then when they bump into them, but Jimmy is happy with his decision to leave, so that’s all that matters.

You laugh a little as John looks over at you, then he gestures for you to go back and eat.

“Go eat, sweetheart.”

“Uh, actually, Mrs. Wick,” the sheriff looks at you and nods, “I just need to speak with you for a moment.”

John puts his hand out in front of the sheriff, “Hold on.”

You look at him as he walks closer to you, reaching out for your hands, “What?”

“Are you okay?” he asks, and you nod your head, “I don’t want you to strain too much. They told me that I need to make sure you relax, and I…I don’t want you to get…you know, stressed or--”

“I’m okay.” you say firmly as you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him, “Thanks for protecting me.”

John turns around and gestures for the sheriff to sit down in the chair, and you smile a little when both John and Jimmy sit next to you on the couch. Two big protectors. You hold John’s hand and smile when he looks down at you, then you look at the sheriff.

“Uh, we towed your car to just a local shop in Oyster Bay, but if you have somewhere else…”

“Yeah, I’ll call them later.” John nods.

Obviously he’s going to bring your car to Aurelio. He’s the only person John trusts when it comes to cars.

“We got the description of the car from the older gentleman that saw everything happen, so we called around and asked a few shops to keep an eye out and let us know if one fitting that description came in.” he says, and you nod your head, “We got a call from the owner of the car actually.”

John tenses up, “Who was it?”

“It was Laura and Greg Davis’ 17 year old son, Logan.” the sheriff says, and John furrows his brow and relaxes a little before looking at you, though he’s confused, just like you are. “There was no alcohol involved, he was just being rowdy with a few of his friends and not paying attention.”

Laura and Greg live just down the street from you. Laura comes into the shop every Friday with her daughter to pick out a book for the weekend. One time you went around to make sure the shop was empty before it closed, and you found Laura curled up in the chair reading a book upstairs. You had no idea they even had a son.

“Now, he’s a minor, so…”

“We’re not going to press charges.” you say, and both John and Jimmy look at you.

The sheriff nods, “He’s very remorseful, and his parents, they’re…well, quite frankly, they’re scared for him.”

You furrow your brow when you see him look at John and raise his eyebrows a little, and you immediately grow angry.

“John isn’t going to do anything! He’s a kid!” you say, then you get up and grab your backpack.

John stands up and gently grabs your arm, “Where are you going?”

“To their house! They think you’re going to kill their son, or at least that’s what he’s implying.”

John looks at the sheriff when you gesture to him, then he looks at you, “Just wait, baby. Come sit back down.”

You wipe away the tear on your cheek as you sit between John and Jimmy again, then you look at the sheriff.

“We’re not letting him off the hook, ma’am. He’s been acting out lately but this time it went too far and someone got hurt.” he says, and you nod your head, “We just wanted to let you know who it was.”

John places his hand on your knee and squeezes it a little, then he gets up and walks with the sheriff to the door.

You look over at Jimmy and sigh, “Was he implying that John would hurt a kid?”

“I don’t think so,” he shakes his head and rubs your back, “I think you’re just a little on edge right now.”

“Yeah, maybe…”

Jimmy pulls you over so you can rest your head on his shoulder, “Everyone knows John wouldn’t do that, and you know him best of all.”

John smiles as he walks back into the living room, “Making a move on my wife?”

“Gross,” you and Jimmy both say, which makes John laugh.

You watch John as he walks over to sit with you, then you take his hand, “I want to go talk to them.”

“Why?” he asks, and you open your mouth to say something but he shakes his head, “Their son could have killed you and Ronan.”

“But he didn’t!” you shrug, shaking your head, “What if it were Ronan? What if some tragic thing like this happened and it was Ronan behind the wheel? Wouldn’t you feel awful? Wouldn’t you want to apologize to the people who she hurt?”

John sighs, “But you’re the one going to them…”

“Well, to be fair,” Jimmy sits up a little and clears his throat, “Would you willingly walk up to John Wick’s house after your son just caused an accident with his wife and daughter?”

“They’re scared, John.” you whisper to him, reaching up to touch his face, “I know you’re upset, I know you’re scared too, but we’re both okay. Sometimes accidents just happen.”

John nods his head as he looks at you, then he reluctantly agrees, “Okay.”

“Can you stay here while we go talk to them?” you ask, and Jimmy nods. “She’s down for a nap but should be up soon.”

“Yeah, fine with me.” Jimmy nods, then he grabs the remote and makes himself comfortable on the couch.

You take John’s hand as he gets up from the couch, then you walk with him out to the car. He doesn’t say anything to you as he gets in the car and starts it, but you know he has about a million things on his mind. You sit back and hold onto the door handle when he starts to back out of the driveway, and he looks over at you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and you nod your head as you stare ahead. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Hey, look at me.”

You look over at John with tears in your eyes and nod, “I know.”

“I love you,” he whispers, and you nod again. “I’m not upset that you want to go talk to them, I get it. I just…worry about you.”

“I’m okay. You’re with me.” you say, which makes John smile.

John holds your left hand and kisses it, then he pulls out of the driveway and heads down the street. You feel a tightness in your stomach as he gets closer to their house, and you take a deep breath and exhale slowly. The car slows in front of a beautiful white house with large blue and purple hydrangeas guarding the gate, and you look over at John and nod your head.

“Hey, uh, don’t…you know, be so…” you gesture to him as he laughs.

“What does that mean?” he asks, mimicking your hand motions. “Don’t be myself?”

You give him a blank stare before you shove him playfully, “Just be the guy I fell in love with. You’re a little intimidating sometimes, so just be you.”

“Got it.” he nods, then he gets out of the car and takes your hand before the two of you walk to the door.

You take a deep breath and reach up to push the doorbell but the door opens quickly as Laura stands there with eyes wide. She looks rough. She looks…sad, like she’s been crying for hours on end. Her hair isn’t the perfect black bob you’re used to seeing. She isn’t wearing any makeup, and she looks like she wasn’t paying attention when she picked out her clothes--usually she’s dressed like she’s having dinner with the president. She’s not dealing with this very well. Understandably so.

“Hi,” you say softly, “We just came to talk.”

Laura nods her head, “Come in.”

You let go of John’s hand as you walk in, then you smile when Laura’s daughter runs over to you. You kneel down and smile when she holds up a book to show you, and you laugh a little since she has no idea what’s going on.

“I’m John, I think we’ve met a few times at the shop but I don’t think we’ve ever introduced ourselves.” John reaches out and shakes Laura’s hand, then he looks down at the little girl.

“Um,” Laura wrings her hands together, “My husband is in his office. I’ll go get him. You two can have a seat in the living room. Stephanie, come with me.”

You smile as you stand up, then you walk into the living room with John. You widen your eyes when you see how white the couches are, and you and John both very carefully sit down.

John places his hand on your knee as he looks at you and smiles softly, then he stands up when Laura and Greg come into the living room. He shakes Greg’s hand, then he gestures to you as you get up to shake his hand.

“This is my wife, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you smile at him and watch as he stares at the gash and bruising on your forehead. You sit down on the couch and hold John’s hand, then you decide to just spit it out since they’re both nervous, “We’re not pressing charges or anything--”

Laura puts her head down and cries, “We’re so sorry! Logan has been acting out lately and hanging with a bad group of kids, and he just…”

“It’s okay.” you nod, smiling softly at her, “We’ve all been 17 once. We’ve all made mistakes. I’m not going to write him off forever because of a mistake.”

John smiles as he looks over at you and squeezes your hand, then he looks back at Greg and Laura.

“He’s grounded. Got his car and phone taken away.” Greg says, and you nod your head. “He won’t get them back until he’s responsible enough, which at this rate, who knows when that will be.”

“Is…is he here?” you ask, then you look over to see a young boy standing in the doorway when the wood floor creaks.

He looks much younger than you pictured. Tall and thin with floppy dirty blonde hair. He doesn’t look like he’s 17. He looks 15 at the most. He looks absolutely terrified.

You stand up and wave at him, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Logan looks at the stitches on your forehead, then he glances at John before he looks at you again, “I’m really sorry.”

“I know,” you nod, then you walk over and hug him as he puts his head down and cries.

I watch as Y/N hugs Logan and whispers something to him--something that none of us are privy too--and he nods his head as he hugs her back. He nods as she lets go and cups his face as she continues to whisper to him, and he wipes away the tears on his face with his sleeve before he hugs her again, just clinging to her. I smile when I see his hands gripping tight to her shirt, and I feel overwhelming pride knowing how special Y/N is.

“Is there maybe some work he can do down at the shop for you?” Laura asks, and Y/N looks at me. “He doesn’t have to get paid, but you know, to somewhat make up for this.

I nod, “Yeah, we could always use some help down there. If that’s cool with you…”

Logan nods his head, “Yeah.”

I look at Y/N when she says something quietly to Logan, and he laughs as he nods his head. She looks at me and smiles, then she squeezes his arm before she walks over to stand next to me.

“Why are you forgiving us so easily?” Laura says, shaking her head, “I don’t think I could.”

Y/N shrugs as she looks down at her hands, then she looks at Laura, “Because we have a baby at home. She’s going to be 17 at some point. She could make the same mistake some day, and I would hope that people would be able to forgive her. Because she’s not a bad kid, she just made a mistake.”

“A really big fucking mistake.” Greg says, glaring at Logan.

“I don’t believe anyone should be defined by one mistake.” she says as she glances at me, then she looks back at Greg, “There are a lot of good people out there that have made a mistake before but I don’t think they’re all bad or that they don’t deserve forgiveness.”

“I agree,” I say, and Y/N looks at me, smiling softly. “I would hope that if something like this happened, they’d be able to forgive my daughter. I’m not saying that she wouldn’t have to face the consequences and try to do better or try to better herself.”

Laura wipes away the tears on her cheek and looks over at Logan, “You’re lucky they’re forgiving you and not pressing charges.”

“He deserves it, in my opinion.” Greg says under his breath.

I look at Y/N as she frowns a little. I can tell she doesn’t like how Laura and Greg are talking to him and I can tell she’s already planning on taking him under her wing. Y/N looks at me and shakes her head a little, then she puts a smile on her face and takes my hand.

“We’re having a sale tomorrow, so if you want to come check it all out tomorrow, get a feel for the shop…” I suggest.

Logan nods his head enthusiastically as he smiles, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there!”

“We’ll get out of your hair then. I’m starving!” Y/N says, and I stand up from the couch and walk to the door as they follow behind us. “It was nice to meet you all. See you tomorrow, Logan.”

“Yeah, see you, Mr. and Mrs. Wick.”

I wave at them as I walk down the front steps, then I take Y/N’s hand and walk out to the car with her. She sits in silence for a few moments as I turn around to head back to the house, but I look over when I hear her sniffle.

“It’s okay…”

“I didn’t even know they had a son, I thought they only had a daughter. I feel bad for him,” she cries, and I take her hand. “He made a mistake but I can tell they’re being so mean to him about it.”

I chuckle a little, “To be fair, baby, he could have killed someone.”

“But he doesn’t need to be talked down to or made to feel like he’s a failure. I didn’t even know they had a son, which means they probably don’t even pay attention to him half the time. Did you see him crumble when I hugged him? He needed that hug, John.” she says, and I nod my head. “He was acting out because his parents don’t give a shit about him, and he made a mistake. God, if that was Ronan…”

“Well, Ronan would never be hanging out with a bad group of kids.”

Y/N looks at me and laughs, “Oh, you poor man. You have no idea what kids are like at 17.”

I laugh as I nudge her shoulder, then I pull into the driveway and see Jimmy in the yard playing with Ronan. I sigh as I look over at her clapping her hands, then I nod, “I agree with you though.”

“I know it’s hard to forgive him for what he did since he put Ronan and I in danger, but…”

I nod, then I park the car and lean over to kiss her, “Damn you for making me a better person.”

A smile spreads across her face as she looks at me, then she cups my face, “Remember a long time ago how you told me about…that guy and how you tried so hard to make it up to his family?”

“I do.”

“Think about it that way. That’s what he’s doing. You’re not a bad person for a mistake you made. Neither is Logan.” she looks deep into my eyes and nearly causes me to tear up, “You’re an amazing man no matter what, and I’m so in love with you.”

I cup her face and pull her over to my lips so I can kiss her, then we both get out of the car and smile when we hear Ronan laughing loudly.

“Hey,” I call out to Y/N as she starts to walk away, “What did you say to him? When you whispered something and made him cry…”

She shrugs as she smiles, “I was just being the mom he needed.”

I lean back against the car and watch as she walks over and waves at Ronan, and I let out a small laugh, wondering how the hell I got so lucky to have her.

You sit down in the grass with Jimmy and Ronan, and you smile when she crawls over to your lap and you kiss her cheek a few times.

“Was she good?”

“Of course,” Jimmy nods, then he pinches her cheek, “I got her diaper changed and gave her a few bites of a banana. Hope that’s okay.”

You nod, “Yeah, of course. She definitely gets her appetite from her dad. John can eat non-stop.”

Looking over your shoulder, you watch John as he sits in the grass next to you, then he leans over to kiss Ronan’s cheek before she crawls away to play. You keep an eye on her and laugh when she grabs a leaf and crawls back over to show John. John chuckles when Ronan hands the leaf to him, then he lays down and puts his head in your lap as Ronan crawls onto his chest.

“So,” Jimmy looks at you and inhales, “How did it go?”

“Well, I married the most amazing woman in the world.” John says, and you laugh as you look down at him. “She doesn’t want to press charges, so they were happy to hear that.”

You nod as you look at Jimmy, “He got his car and phone taken away until he can be responsible, and I would assume they’re not allowing him to hang out with that group of kids. I just felt bad for the kid though. I didn’t even know they had a son.”

Jimmy nods, “Greg Davis is an asshole. I’ve seen him yelling at his wife and kids before, so he’s not the greatest guy. Back when I worked with the station, we’d gotten a call about some car parked in a park late at night.”

“Oh, no…” you laugh.

“Yeah,” Jimmy grimaces, “Caught him with his secretary.”

You roll your eyes, “Could he be any more cliche?”

Jimmy laughs, “Wasn’t the first time either. It became a reoccurring thing, to the point where we’d see his car and just…honk to let him know he needed to get moving.”

“Gross,” you shake your head, then you look down at John and pat his chest, “He’s not my husband and Logan isn’t my kid, so how they function in their household and all that is their business, but I want to show Logan that he’s worthy, you know? That he has value.”

Jimmy laughs, “You’re a good person.”

You shrug a little, “Just trying to do something nice for him. We offered for Logan to come help out at the shop for a bit.”

John nods, “We’re having the sale tomorrow, so it’ll be nice to have someone else around to help out.”

“Yeah, that’s really cool of you guys.” Jimmy nods, then he reaches over to pinch Ronan’s cheek as she plays with the leaf, “I better head out. Taking Tess and Finn out to dinner tonight.”

“Thanks for looking after her for a bit,” John says, reaching up to shake Jimmy’s hand like they always do.

Jimmy laughs as he leans down to tickle Ronan’s belly, “Hey, I don’t mind hanging out with my favorite niece.”

“Hey, tell my sister I’ll call her later,” you smile and wave at Jimmy, then you look down at Ronan as she waves the leaf in the air before it immediately goes into her mouth, “Uh oh!”

John sits up and reaches over to dig the pieces of leaf out of her mouth, then he laughs when she sticks out her little pink tongue covered in brown chunks of leaf. He wipes his finger dry on his jeans, then he lays with his head in your lap again.

“Another one of those things I never thought I’d do.”

“What? You don’t always dig soggy leaves out of your daughter’s mouth?” you joke as you reach over to pull a little piece off her cheek, then you look down at John, “You’re no fun.”

John laughs, “She puts everything in her mouth nowadays.”

“She does. Just gotta keep an extra close eye on her. Maybe she’s still hungry. I know I am. My sandwich better still be on the table.”

“I can hear your stomach growling,” he laughs as he gets up, then he reaches down and picks up Ronan.

“I am eating this sandwich with no interruptions!” you say, then you quickly hurry into the house and make sure your sandwich is still on the table. You furrow your brow when you don’t see it, then you look over at the counter and see that it’s been put into a plastic container. You put your hand over your heart and smile, “Jimmy put it in a container for me.”

John laughs, “That was nice of him.”

“Oh,” you hold it up and laugh, “It’s a little soggy now.”

John puts Ronan down and walks over to grab the bread, “I’ll make you a fresh one.”

“Best husband ever,” you whisper as you tilt your head back to kiss him.

The sale went really well at the shop, and it was so crowded! You’re glad that you didn’t end up bringing Ronan with after all since you and John were both pulled in every single direction. You didn’t even get a chance to talk to him for more than two minutes before someone needed to ask you or him something.

You didn’t tell the other employees how you knew Logan since you didn’t want them to judge him or be unfair to him, but they were all so nice to him. He seemed to have a lot of fun working at the shop today since every time you saw him, he was smiling and helping someone find something. You overheard him apologize a few times since he wasn’t sure where some things are, but he always asked for help when he was unsure.

Logan is currently sweeping up the floor since the shop is now closed, and you’re laying on the couch in the office with John’s sweatshirt over your face since you’re so tired and you have a pounding headache from the accident.

“Peach…” John shakes your foot and smiles when you tilt your head up to look at him, “You ready to leave soon?”

“So ready.” you laugh as you sit up, then you perk up when you hear the bell ring.

John pulls you up from the couch, then the two of you walk out to see who just came in, “Oh, no, it’s trouble.”

Tess rolls her eyes as she laughs, then she holds up Ronan, “Do you want your daughter? Keep saying things like that and I’ll keep her forever.”

“You wish!” you laugh as you walk over and take Ronan, “Hi, baby girl. How was she?”

“Good. I don’t know why you even ask anymore.” Tess laughs as she leans against the counter, “She was the best girl ever. Her and Finn had so much fun together.”

You look down at Ronan and wipe away the little bits of cracker crumbs on her face, then you bounce her a little, “Well, we should head out.”

Tess nods her head, then she glances over at Logan before she leans closer to whisper, “Is that him?”

“Yeah,” you look over at him and nod, “He’s doing a really good job here. It just sucks that we don’t actually have a position for him to be able to take, you know? I think working here would be good for him.”

“He looks so young.” Tess frowns, then she looks at you, “I guess when you said he was 17, I pictured someone older looking.”

You laugh, “Yeah, well, we’re used to seeing 30 year olds play teenagers on TV.”

“True.”

John places his hand on your back and smiles, “You all ready?”

“Yeah,” Tess nods, then she gestures over her shoulder, “Jimmy is out in the car.”

You hand Ronan back to Tess since she has the car seat in her car, then you head back to get your backpack. You come out to see John talking to Logan, and you smile a little.

“Yeah, we’re just going to a pizzeria.” John says, shrugging, “I can call your parents.”

“Thank you, sir, but I don’t…I don’t have any money.”

John laughs a little as he hands his phone to him, “Don’t worry about it. Give your parents a call.”

A smile spreads across your face when you look at John, and you cock up your eyebrow a little as he walks over to you.

“I figured I’d invite him out with us,” he whispers, and you nod your head, “I don’t think I saw him sit down to eat lunch today.”

“Now that you mention it, I don’t think I did either.”

John looks over his shoulder when Logan clears his throat a little, “Yeah?”

“My mom wants to speak with you.”

John takes the phone and presses it to his ear, “Hello? Yeah, we’re just going to Oyster Bay for some pizza. No, no, it’s not a bother. Yeah, we’ll drop him off as soon as we’re done.”

You smile when John gestures for you to head to the car, and you smile when Logan has a bit of pep in his step.

Logan has had such a huge smile on his face the entire time you’ve been at the pizzeria, and it makes your heart so warm to see him talking to John and Jimmy. They’re talking about some sports game that’s coming up this next week, and he seems really excited about it. From the sounds of it, Jimmy plans on having Logan and John over to watch it.

You told Tess that Logan’s family seems to neglect him a lot in favor of their daughter, and with his dad trying to keep his affairs quiet, Logan doesn’t get much attention from his parents, and she felt bad about it. She said she understood why you forgave him and why you’re being so nice to him.

John squeezes your hand under the table, then he smiles as he looks at you, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great.” you smile, and he leans over to kiss your cheek. “You?”

“Great.” he starts to smile, and you hold his gaze as you both smile wider.

Yup, he’s getting lucky tonight.

“This little dimple,” John smiles, thumbing the dimple in your right cheek, “It’s driving me crazy tonight.”

You laugh as you lean over to kiss him, “Stop digging, you struck gold. You’re already getting some tonight.”

John laughs as nudges your arm. The waitress sets the check down on the table, then she puts a few boxes down. Logan has eaten about 9 pieces of pizza, so you put the extras in a box and hand them to him, which he reluctantly takes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you smile at him, then you wipe your hands on a napkin and look over at Ronan as she eats some plain noodles that you had packed in her bag. “Are you getting sleepy, bug?”

Ronan offers a noodle to you and you eat it out of her hand, then you scrunch of your face and spit it into a napkin.

“I can’t believe I feed those to her. They’re so plain.”

John laughs, pointing at her eating another noodle, “She likes them.”

“Thanks for dinner.” Logan says, and everyone looks at him. “Really cool of you to invite me.”

“Yeah, no problem,” John nods, then he looks at Jimmy before he looks back at Logan. “Thanks for helping out at the shop today. I’d love to offer you a job there, but unfortunately we’re not looking to hire anyone at the shop right now. We just opened a shop in the city, but I feel like it might be a little too far for you to travel every day without a car.”

Logan nods his head, “I understand.”

He looks so upset. You feel really bad. Maybe you can talk to John about it again tonight and work something out to get him a job at the Mill Neck shop.

“But Jimmy here has an offer for you.”

Jimmy nods, “Yeah, we need someone to help clean up around the place. Just some sweeping and maybe answering some phone calls since we’re a little busy right now, but I think in about two weeks, things will slow down for a bit, and if you’re interested, I’d like to offer you a job at my shop. I’d help train you and get you familiar with the machines.”

All the color drains from Logan’s face, “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Jimmy nods, “What do you say?”

“I…I’ll probably have to talk to my parents about it, but yeah, that would be really cool.”

Jimmy reaches over and shakes his hand, “Cool. I have a card if your parents want to call me and talk to me about it.”

Logan takes the card and nods, “Thanks.”

“Hey,” you lean over and nudge John’s shoulder, “I’m gonna get her in the car.”

“Okay.” John hands you his keys, then he watches as you get up and get Ronan’s things.

You hoist her up on your hip and take her bag, then you head out to the car with Tess, “Did you know he was going to do that?”

Tess shakes her head as she gets Finn into the car, “No idea.”

“Me neither.”

“Won’t lie…” Tess laughs as she looks at you, “I think Mr. Hendricks might get a little lucky tonight.”

You laugh as you walk over to your car and open the door, “That was really nice of Jimmy to do.”

“Yeah, he’s nice. It’s sickening.” Tess jokes as you laugh, then she takes Ronan from you and puts her in the backseat of the car, buckling her up, “He’s just a really good guy.”

“He is,” you nod, then you look up to see John walking with Logan and Jimmy to the cars. “I just hope he doesn’t feel like he has to do this.”

Tess shakes her head, “No, he has been looking for some help but no one wants to just sweep and answer phones. He even asked me to do it.”

You laugh when Tess cocks her up eyebrow as if she’s saying Are you serious? I’m your wife.

“I’m sure Logan will be grateful for whatever he can get.”

“I’m sure,” she smiles, then she hugs you, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

You nod as she walks over to get into her car, and you smile when John looks at you, “Ready to go?”

“Ready whenever you are.” John smiles.

You open your door and get in the backseat with Ronan since Logan is too tall for the back, then you look over at her and smile when she squeals loudly.

“Yeah, you’re so happy, huh?”

John and Logan get in the car as you sit in the back and talk to Ronan, and John looks over his shoulder at you and smiles. You cock up your brow again and hold his gaze, and he laughs a little as he starts the car.

“Thanks again for dinner and for…you know, everything.” Logan says, and John nods his head and smiles before he reaches over to shake his hand.

You lean up from the backseat and nod, “You’re welcome. Don’t forget to talk to your parents about the job offer.”

“Gonna talk to them right now.” he nods to John, “Thank you, sir.”

John waits for him to shut the door, then he backs out of their driveway to turn around, “Jimmy wants to pay him 15 bucks an hour to work there.”

“Wow,” you laugh as you sit back, “I got paid like 7.50 at my first job.”

“Not sure if he plans to go to college, but if he doesn’t, working at Jimmy’s shop will be good. He could really make a living there. You know, once he gets familiar with the tools and stuff, Jimmy said he can help him with some houses too.” John says, and you lean forward to see his face, “What?”

You smirk, “You’re just being so cute.”

“Yeah?”

Nodding your head, you lean up more and kiss John’s cheek a few times, then you sit back while he pulls into the garage. You get Ronan out of her car seat and hand her off to John, then you get out and shut the door.

“Think this one is getting tired,” John says as Ronan rubs her hand against her face.

“Yeah, she’s probably ready for bed. I was going to give her a bath, but I think she’s too tired for that. She can get one tomorrow.”

John opens the door and holds it so Bleu can run out to use the bathroom, then he closes it and heads upstairs to put Ronan down. You drop your bags on the couch and follow behind him, and you lean against the door frame as he changes her diaper and puts some lotion on her arms and legs before putting her pajamas on. He leans down and whispers quietly to her, and you smile when you hear your name mentioned.

“What about mom?”

“Just saying how lucky we are to have you,” he smiles, and you lean your head against his shoulder. “So damn lucky.”

You smile as you rub his back, then you look down at Ronan and pinch her chunky little thigh, “Let’s get you in bed.”

John kisses her cheek as he walks to her crib, then he leans down so you can kiss her goodnight. He kisses her once more before he puts her in her bed, then he rubs her belly for a few moments to coax her to sleep.

“Out,” you laugh quietly, “God, I wish it was that easy.”

“Would be nice,” John laughs as he takes your hand, “Goodnight, bug. Mom and dad love you so much.”

You smile as you lean over to look at her, “Yes, we do. We love you, baby girl.”

John holds your hand as he walks to the door, then he shuts the door a little, “I gotta let Bleu back in.”

“I’ll be in bed.” you say, and John widens his eyes as he smiles. “I didn’t mean it like that, but yeah…”

“I’ll be up in a minute.”

You walk into your bedroom and sit down to take your shoes off, then you sit there for a few moments. You’re not really in the mood to get the more complex lingerie on, but you know John wouldn’t mind you in the sheer black nightgown that you have, so you get up and quickly undress and put it on before he comes up to the bedroom.

You hear the front door close, so you peek around the corner and watch John turning off the lights before he gets some kibble for Bleu in the kitchen. He shuts off the lights in the kitchen and heads to the stairs, so you quickly rush over and get in bed.

John is already unbuckling his belt when he comes around the corner, and he laughs when you widen your eyes, “Oh, no, I just…”

“Are you trying to sleep with me?”

“No, I just want to get in bed. I’m exhausted.” he laughs, pulling his shirt off. “Been a long day.”

You nod, “Sure has.”

John sits down to take off his socks and shoes, then he stands up and pulls his pants off. He gathers up all of his clothes and brings them to the laundry basket, then he looks at you and smiles.

“So, Mr. John Wick, sir…” you say, and John laughs. “How was your day, sir? Was it good, sir?”

“Stop! He was just being polite.” he shakes his head and gets in bed, “I think he’s a good kid.”

You nod, “I think so too…sir.”

“You know it’s kind of sexy when you say it.” he leans closer and holds your gaze, “Say it again.”

“I think you should pull the blanket down to reveal a little something…” you lean closer and whisper, “Sir.”

John bites his bottom lip as he slowly pulls the blanket down to see the nightgown you’re wearing, and he smiles as he looks at you. He pulls you closer to him as the two of you kiss, then he moves his hand down to your breast where he twists your nipple before he pulls the nightgown from over it so he can lean down and suck on it.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.”

John leans back and smirks, “Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.” you smile, and he laughs as he pulls you on top of him. He places his hands on your ass and spanks you a few times, and you bite your lip and look down at him, “Do it again.”

John spanks your ass and grips it tight in his hand, then he leans up to kiss you as you grind against him, “You want it?”

“I do,” you nod, and John cocks up his eyebrow, “I want it, sir.”

“Much better,” he croons in your ear, and you close your eyes as you grind against him, feeling his cock hard in his boxers. He sits up and plops you down on the bed, then he pulls himself free from his boxers and slots himself between your legs as you close your eyes and moan. “You like that?”

You nod as you look up at him and place your hands on his chest, “I do. I like it very much.”

John smiles as he leans down to kiss you, then he jerks his hips hard, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile at him, then you laugh, “Sir.”

A light breeze blows through the backyard and whips Y/N’s hair in her face. She pushes it away and tucks it behind her ear as she looks down at her book, then she looks up at Bleu laying under the shade of a tree. A smile spreads across her face, then she looks down at her book and flips the page. The wind blows again and pushes it hair away from her face this time, and I see the stitches on her forehead that make my stomach twist into a knot.

I take a deep breath as I walk through the kitchen and head to the back patio, and she looks at me when the door squeaks open.

“Need to fix that,” I say, and she slides her bookmark between the pages before she sets her it aside and looks at me. “Ro is down.”

Y/N nods, “Good.”

I sit down on the loveseat next to her and reach over to lightly brush my thumb over the stitches, then I press a kiss to them as she smiles. She crosses her right leg over her left and sits back, holding tight to my hand as we listen to the wind blowing through the trees.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes, I look over at her and smile, “Is your book good?”

Y/N looks at me, completely deadpan, “Would you help me get away with murder?”

“Yeah.” I answer without second thought, which makes her laugh.

“But you’re John Wick, so no one would probably--”

I cut her off, “No one would suspect my sweet and kind wife. They’d probably just assume it was me who did it and leave it at that.”

“That’s, like, so hot,” she says in mock valley-girl voice, and I nudge her arm. She lets out a small laugh and looks down at her book, “Yeah, it’s really good. Her boyfriend is helping her get away with murder, that’s why I asked. I mean, the guy totally deserved it, so no one will feel bad. Anyway, just wondered if you loved me that much.”

I smile as she looks at me, “You know I do.”

“I know you do.” she whispers, leaning up to kiss me a few times before she pulls back and widens her eyes, “I’d never do that though.”

Letting out a small laugh, I nod my head and hold her gaze, “I know, peach.”

“Nice to know you’d have my back in this very, very unlikely scenario.”

I lean over to kiss her again, “I always got your back.”

“I got yours.” she whispers, a small smile on her face before she inhales and looks at her book, “I think what I want to do next is color puns at the shop. Something like ‘these books blue us away’ and put all books with blue covers on the display. I don’t know. Just to spice up the place a little.”

I nod my head as I look at her, “Sounds like a really good idea. Ooh, Red any good books lately?”

“Yeah! I like that one!” she laughs, tilting her head back and looking at me, “I saw one display that said ‘have you seen my shirt?’ and it was all those romance novels where the guy has no shirt on.”

I laugh, closing my eyes for a moment before I look at her, “That’s a good one. We should do that.”

“Yeah,” she nods and holds tight to my hand, “Anyway, I thought making a little display every month would be fun. It’d keep people interested, you know?”

“Yeah, it’s a great idea, peach.” I say, then I take a deep breath and exhale shakily, “I, uh, I called and made an appointment.”

Y/N sits up and looks at me, “What?”

“I got an appointment, well, just a consultation for next Thursday, to see what my options are for my knee.” I say, and I look at her as she tears up and nods. “I want to be able to keep up with Ronan. I know my knee bothers me, and I should just do something about it now.”

“Your poor body has been through so much, John.” she whispers, and I nod my head. “I know you’ll hate not having full function but I’m here to help you and take care of you until you do again. You do such a good job at taking care of me and bug. Let me take care of you now.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulder and press my lips to hers, “You gonna help me bathe too?”

“I will! I’ll keep it professional, though I can’t promise I won’t sneak a peek.” she says, and I laugh with my lips pressed to hers. “You’ll be glad you did this in the long run. When Ro is able to walk and run, you’ll be glad that you did this.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure when they’ll be able to get me in but I’d like to get in sometime soon. Definitely before Ro starts to walk.”

Y/N smiles as she nods, “Good idea.”

I hold her gaze and smile when a tear rolls down her cheek, and I reach over to wipe it away, “My sweet girl.”

“I hate seeing you in pain, and I know if the roles were reversed, you’d want me to get surgery.” she says, and I laugh as I nod since she’s absolutely right. “I love you and I just want you to not be in pain.”

Hugging her closer to my side, I press my lips to her temple, “I love you.”

Y/N tilts her head back and smiles, then she curls up next to me as we hold hands and listen to the birds in the trees. She reaches over and places her hand on my left knee, then she lightly rubs her thumb over it and closes her eyes.

Every day I have a moment where I sit and think the same thing. I sit and ask myself the same question that I’ll never know the answer to: How the fuck did I get so lucky?

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