#shout out to my own heart for hurting while I wrote this

[starlightdreaming]

WELCOME TO LULULUNA!! YOUR SECOND HELL OF PAINNN MUAHAHAHA!!,!

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader! Ch. 2!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel!

Content Warning: MORE ANGST! (Regret, consequences of actions and swearing and stuff idk)

Synopsis: Lucifer loved you but there was something in the way he couldn’t tell you, someone was always watching.

Further note: I WROTE TWO ANGSTS IN ONE DAY AND I PERSONALLY WANNA CRYINGNMUTFU KING EYES OUT SOMEONE GET ME THERAPYPLAES (not proofread BUT ENJOY!!) - ✨Lolo💫

Chapters!: Chapter 1 ✧ Chapter 2 (you are here) •<•)b ✧ Chapter 3 ✧ Chapter 4 ✧ Chapter 5

(NOW THIS CHAPTERS SONG IS:

to further improve reading, I recommend listening! (It helped me write this too))

｡･:*:･ﾟGoodbye Luna･ﾟ:｡*:･｡

The new job you had been assigned by the higher ups was pretty simple, just make stars, bring them to life, give them the ability to help others like the stars helped you in your depression, repeat!

You smiled down the streets of Halo city, seeing all your stars help others and help the community in general, for once, you felt rather proud of yourself, you were always working but that didn’t bother you at all, it helped you ease your mind as you made the little stars, it was your comfort and now its your job, this was a perfect absolute win - win!

After Emily came along into your life, you decided it was time for a change, she was always so bright and comforting, when you told her you were changing your name as a ‘new person’ she fully supported you! She had made sure to always call you your correct name and made sure others did as well, including her sister Sera.

It was such a new feeling.. to feel that you belong, it was heart warming. You don’t think you would change your life for anything else, seeing as Emily and Sera welcomed you like their own sister and there was nothing better than that.

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Lucifer sighed as he sat next to Lilith, crying, Lilith being there to comfort him as he leaned down onto her chest while she pat his head, “I know it hurts, dearest.” She comforts, “But we both know it was for the best, remember that..” She swoons, kissing his head gently, “It’s been so long, Lilith, I really miss her.” Lucifer whimpers before another tear fell from his face, he remembered the hurt in your eyes and that was taking a toll on his soul, “when the day comes, you can tell her everything about it, alright dear?” Lilith smiles gently, cupping his face to look at her, “I know, Lilith, it just… hurts.” he says before wiping his own tears, “But now that its done, I think it’s time we move to our next step..” Lucifer says as he stands up, taking Lilith’s hand into his own.

“Once we find Eve, give her the apple and my Luna will be free.” He smiles, walking toward the oak tree, seeing as how it was put back together with stars only you knew how to make but still definitely showed as damaged, his smile softened, knowing that this meant that he still had a chance to explain everything to you. He leaned against the tree whispering, “I’m sorry, Luna.” before he walked away with Lilith, hand in hand.

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You hummed to yourself, making stars in your office that was completely covered in stardust, you included.

You flew around your office as the stars floated around you, noting down on your white board on how to improve your stars, it was an everyday routine for you but sometimes… when you look out your office window and see all the Heaven born angels outside, you couldn’t help but miss that special somebody you could never see again, you often sat down in your chair, making silly constellations of Lucifer cause of your longing but remember the words he shouted at you would always make the constellation dissipate or shatter. You sighed before deciding maybe it was time for a break, lunch time it is!

You moved some stars out of the way as you tried to get out of your office, upon exiting your office you had to dust yourself off from all the star dust that glittered your clothes and hair, most would fall off but some would still stick to you, it wasn’t that important to clean yourself since you would be covered in the dust once you came back.

Upon flying around Halo City, a few stars had assisted you on serving your meal, taking your orders and working together as they chimed and squeaked as communication, this proving that your stars were successful to the community in Heaven, “thank you my children.” You smiled as your stars chimed at you, going back to work.

After eating, you decided to head back to work, feeling happy and full from your meal, leaving the little cafe, you flew back to your office, you paid no mind as you walked down the halls until you turned around the corner, “What do you mean I can’t see her? She’s my best friend!” A familiar voice shouted to an employee who was at your office door, You saw Lucifer who had completely disheveled hair and looked like he was in a frenzy, “Please, you don’t understand! I need to see her!” he pleaded again, you stared at them both from shock and surprise, your stomach getting a sinking feeling that maybe you should just run. The employee batted an eye at you before looking back at Lucifer, this made Lucifer to turn to your direction, the split second of eye contact he had made with you made you hide completely in the corner of the hall, ‘shit’ you thought as you started running off to who knows where, “Luna? Luna wait!!” Lucifer shouted to you, the name making you feel sick, you haven’t heard anyone call you that in a long time.

You tried to fly home, lock your doors and stay there for months until Lucifer was completely gone, but he caught up to you before you could even finish the thought, He held onto you dearly and tightly, you struggled in his grasp as he teleported you both to the garden of Eden, it was happening so quickly as you both fell to the ground, crashing, he protected you from the fall when you both imoacted into the grass, tumbling and rolling.

He grunted as he rolled into a tree, giving you the chance to kick away and crawl backwards away from him, your heart beating rapidly from the unexplained situation you were in, “What in the heavens is happening? get away from me!” You shouted, picking yourself up as you dusted yourself, stepping away from Lucifer, trying to brush off the dirt that got on your clothing.

Lucifer tried to recover but he seemed to have been hyperventilating to even care, “Listen, Luna-“ he tried to speak, “Don’t call me that!” you hissed, the name making spite fill your eyes, “You lost that ability to do so.” you say as you crossed your arms looking away in irritation, “Please- just- just listen to me,” Lucifer begged, “And why should I? after everything you did? everything you said??” You asked in a much higher tone, “I don’t have much time! please!” He begged, hugging you close in desperation, the hug was so unexpected to you, it felt sick and insulting, you pushed and punched him off you, “You think you can just touch me like you didn’t fuck up my life?!” You say as you recomposed yourself after pushing him away, tears were in his eyes, “I’m in so much trouble! you don’t understand!” he shouted, his voice cracking but that only made you more pissed, you couldn’t help but laugh as you started connecting that dots, “Oh I get it,” You say more irritated when you realized the situation, “You’re in trouble and since Lilith can’t help you, you’re asking ME for help? tch, please.” you rolled your eyes, turning away and waving him off, “That’s- That’s not it!” He cries, trying to hold you, “Luna, you have to listen! I gave an apple to Eve so she could have free will! and since she broke free from control, that means that-“ He tries to explain quickly but the Seraphim’s had arrived to your location, “Lucifer! You are to be silent!” A loud voice echoed, his eyes widening in fear, you turning to see Sera and other angels you weren’t aware of.

Lucifer looked up at the seraphim’s, down to you, then down to the ground with wide eyes full of tears, “I’m too late..” He whispers under his breath, only for you to hear, you turned to him confused as angels that looked similar to him began to hold him down, you stepping back in surprise, ‘what the hell did he do?’ you pondered to yourself, “and you, Y/n, what are you doing here?” Sera asks in her angel form, you crossed your arms looking away from Lucifer, “He dragged me here when I was trying to get to my office.” you explained, walking towards Sera and standing by her side as you watched Lucifer get dragged by a few angels, Lucifer looked at you with apologetic eyes but that only made you advert your gaze, not wanting or bothering to defend him like all the times you had done all the years you had been together, just like how he made you suffer alone, he was getting the same treatment now, karma at its finest.

Lucifer didn��t care what was happening to him, he just wanted to see you again, he wanted to look at you again, he wanted you to look at him, he did that all for you…! but at what cost…? you walked away with Sera, not even giving him a second glance. He looked down, wallowing in his guilt, “please come back to me, my Luna.” he whispered under his breath.

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You went back to your office with Sera, you expected to go back to work and do your usual, “You can’t work today, Y/n.” Sera ordered, “What? Why?” You asked in bewilderment, “Since you were with Lucifer before we could find him, you are now a witness.” Sera stated, you were shocked from this, “What do you mean? What did he do..?” You asked a little afraid to know the answer, Sera took a deep breath, feeling tired from how crazy the day seemed to have been for her, “A few days ago, Lucifer gave Adams’ new wife an apple.” Sera explained, “an apple?” you raised a brow, not understanding why an apple made the subject so serious, “Yes, an apple. It was made from the tree of knowledge, it gave her free will, she broke out of our control,” Sera continues as she paces in your office, pushing away stars that got in her way, “And because of that, evil has found it’s way to Earth.” Sera finishes as she looks down upset. You gasped when she finished, “Lucifer brought evil into creation that we spent so much time and effort into making??” You asked in complete shock, no wonder he came to find you, he wanted to use you as a defense to escape trouble, he was so selfish.

“Yes and now you will have to join us in court, since you were the closest to him.” Sera says as you advert your gaze from her, not feeling proud from the amount of years of your life that felt as they had gone to waste with a stranger far in the past.

“When is it?” You asked, “Since it’s urgent, it’s being held now.” Sera says, “Wait what-“ you say but before you could finish, you were teleported into the court room, you blinked twice before processing your surroundings, Lucifer at a table with Lilith, they both looked nervous, seeing the two of them together put you in a sour mood rather quickly.

“Since the Seraphim is here, I suggest this court meeting begins now,” A voice spoke, you look down at the person seeing a tall male that was quite charming, “Greetings everyone, My name is Azreal,” He said calmly and authoritative, “I am here today for the incident of evil breaching the creations of Earth, caused by; Lucifer Morningstar.” He states out, the public gallery gasping and whispering amongst each other as you looked at Lucifer, you felt worried for him and you hated that, he had betrayed your trust, he turned his back on you and your friendship, so why on Earth are you so worried about him? when Lucifer caught you staring you glared at him before turning away, continuing to listen to Azreal.

“We are gathered here to discuss the punishment Lucifer deserves after destroying the divine creations we had worked hard to make, do we have any ideas?” Azreal asks, waiting for anyone to answer, “Well obviously community service ain’t gonna help.” someone snarked, sarcastically.

“Yeah! all that hard work just for it to go down the drain in a blink of an eye? he deserves the worst of the worst!” A voice shouted angrily, others obliging as well, they began to argue and yell at Lucifer, you, watching as you put up a facade, staring nonchalant at Lucifer and Lilith. Lucifer hid under his hat worriedly as Lilith tried to hold his hand for comfort, you thought for a few moments, thinking about what they deserved.

Sera silenced the court room with a raise of her hand, “he should pay…” you mumbled quietly, only for Sera to catch on, “What was that, Y/n?” Sera asked, leaning down closer to you, “He should pay.. by living in his own mistake.” You say, confusing the higher elder.

when you broke that oak tree, it was the worst mistake of your life, all those memories were shattered into pieces and you tried.. so hard to put it back together, it did in the end but it barely stayed, despite that, you drowned yourself in guilt and sorrow, pain and sadness for months and you think, thats the perfect thing he should suffer from too.

“He should live in his mistake, create a realm of evil that he can drown in, it’s what…” you hesitate, hugging yourself to finish your sentence, “he deserves.” you finish, looking down at him and Lilith, you felt sadness and guilt, hatred and disgust all at the same time, you didn’t know how to react, this whole mess was beginning to give you a headache, he tried to use you to protect himself in all this mess and yet, all you wanted to do was cry and tell the court to forgive him! forgive and forget, but you were so full of hurt you couldn’t do either.

“don’t credit me for the idea, Sera,” you began to feel the tears escape, “please.” you pleaded silently. Sera understood and pat your head gently, “If you could listen, I have an option.” Sera calls, the court listening as you hid from everyone’s view, “We can make Lucifer face the consequences of his actions by making him drown in his own mistakes,” Sera says, trying to go off by your words, “we can create a realm of evil, so only it stays far away from the grasps of Heaven, Lucifer can be sent to the realm, to face the actions he had committed.” She finishes, Lucifer and Lilith’s mouths a gap, looking at Sera in disbelief, the court room began to murmur and whisper amongst themselves in a more calm manner, “That sounds like a fantastic idea!” Azreal smiled, “Very well then, all those in favor, raise your hand,” he says, raising his own as 99.9% of the court raised their hands into the favor, Lucifer looked around, fear rising in him but the sliver of hope was withheld when he saw you staring at him with dull, lifeless sad eyes, he looked at you pleading for help, but in this situation, you can’t.

“Miss Y/n.” Azreal called, “Is there a reason you aren’t raising your hand?” He smiles at you charmingly, you still stared at Lucifer before turning away from his gaze, slowly raising your hand… The small chance of hope burnt out when he saw your arm raised, the pain in his eyes showed, “Luna, please! you have to understand!-“ He begged, trying to go for a last ditch effort. When he called you by that name you glared at him, infuriated that he was desperately trying to get you back only when he needed you most, you leaned over the balcony, tired of his whining and crying for you, of all times he could have asked for forgiveness, he chose the time when he was in deep shit of trouble, “What. in GODS NAME do you want from me?” you sweared beyond the swearing of swears in front of the court, making everyone gasp but you didn’t care.

You flew down to the table he sat at, Azreal moving to the side, interested in the things about to unfold, “Of all the times you could have came to me, to ask for our friendship back, you choose the time you desperately needed to use me,” You snarled, “I’m sick of your shit Lucifer, you never needed me and you made that VERY CLEAR, the moment you told me to step out of your life AND I DID.” you said poking his chest, your angelic form appearing.

“You deserve this and we. both. know. it.” you finished as he looked at you with guilt in his eyes, hurt and regret, “I didn’t ask for things to turn out like this,” He said weakly, you stepped back from him to give him space, “I love you, My Luna.” He confesses in complete heartbreak, his hand to his chest as he cries, Lilith watching as she comforts him, your eyes widen from his statement as the court gasps, “What the fuck are you saying? you love Lilith!” you shouted at him in full confidence, “See? you don’t understand,” He cries, you were puzzled and insulted from his confessions, it put your mind into a frenzy, “Lilith and I were secretive because-“ “I don’t want to hear your sorry, pathetic, excuses!” You shouted at him, your chest huffing from the stress he keeps pressuring you into, “My name is NOT Luna, YOU never loved me, you chose Lilith over me, you chose EVERYTHING ABOUT Lilith over me! you love me? what a fucking joke!” you barked, Lucifer sitting down in his own chair, “I’m going to say it since you can’t seem to understand, if you want me out of your life,” you say pointing to yourself, walking to him, “then I don’t want YOU in my life.” you finish pointing to him, hatred in your eyes as he looked at you with tears falling.

it was silent in the court room, no one dared to speak up from the tension, until Lucifer swallowed before saying one simple word that forever decided what would happen between both you, Lilith and Lucifer, “Please…” he begged one last time, you squint your eyes, understanding that no matter what you say, it will never get through to his head, so you decided to be the final push of this pure broken relationship.

“Azreal, send them away.” You ordered, turning away from them both, standing behind Azreal as he walked up to them, “Guess it’s done and over then, you heard the seraphim.” Azreal smiles, Lucifers eyes widening, “Luna, Luna! please!” Lucifer begged but you ignored his calling as Azreal opened a portal.

Lilith and Lucifer held onto each other as angels forced them to go into the portal, angelic spears making them walk into their own fate, “Going down?” Azreal joked as he made Lucifer trip backwards, falling into the portal with Lilith at his side, his wings holding her up as he held onto the edge of the portal, left hanging with Lilith in his arm. Azreal smiled and waved before standing back.

“Lilith hold on, okay?” He says, looking down at her as she held onto him with his other hand. When he looked back up, his eyes widen when you appear above him, your demeanor was just pure sadness, lifeless and dull and finally for once in years, he sees a smile crack on your face, one of just pure neglect and hurt, he couldn’t look away, although he did this all for you, you would never understand why, this was not the smile he wanted to see on your face, this isn’t what he wanted or what he was trying to do for you, he wanted you to be free… and now that you are, he couldn’t share it with you…

You held his hand gently, slowly sliding it off the edge, taking it into your own, he looked at you desperately, “Just let go, Luci,” you said with a soft voice and a lifeless smile, as you slowly slid his hand off your own, loosening your grip, “Just let me go, Lucifer.” you begged, the tears falling from your eyes and onto his face made him cry as well, “Please.” You say as you let go of him, he only stared at you as he hugged Lilith, protecting her from the long fall he was going to have to endure, despite falling, his hand reached out to you still, his Luna, disappearing before his very eyes…

that’s when he realized…

he will never get the chance to give you a proper goodbye, a proper explanation… a proper confession.

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(sorry if anything is confusing, my brain likes to confuzzle itself so ask me any questions!!!3$3$)

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Keeping me warm

Part 1

Trafalgar Law x Reader

Warning: None I guess. Maybe awkward writing because I wrote this at 3 am while I couldn’t sleep ( it was storming ) and english isn’t my first language. Plus I haven’t written anything in ages so pls don’t judge to much.

Summery: basically just fluffy and angsty thoughts while freezing. Idk lol (I need sleep)

If you however do enjoy this, positive words are great for anyone’s mental health. Have fun.

The howling of the wind was unbearable. The crew members sat close together in the dark cave. It had been two days since the raging ice storm. Of course, no one had planned to stay in this place for so long. But just the thought of going outside into the cold made even the bravest pirates' legs shiver.

After even the stubborn captain of the Straw Hat Pirates had admitted that it no longer made any sense, everyone realized that they would have to sit out this storm.

The cave came in handy. Together with the Heart Pirates, the Straw Hats had anchored on this winter island.

The Sunny had been through a lot and Franky had actually planned to get some material for repairs in the small fishing village. Since only a few days had passed since the last major battle and the Surgeon of death was still busy patching up crew members, his crew was more than happy to take a break. A few days off couldn't hurt anyone.

You remember how Nami had been upset, crying that she would rather have stopped off at a nice summer island or at a luxurious spa. A vacation wasn't often granted to the Straw Hats. You had comforted her and said that a bit of snow could certainly be fun.

And oh how wrong you were.

You regret your words of encouragement as you sat shivering between your friends. An icicle hung from Usopp's nose as he desperately tried to warm himself by the small campfire.

"I'm hungry," Luffy's voice penetrated the silence. He said what everyone was thinking. Sanji was still trying to conjure up something edible from the few remnants that had survived the avalanche. But even the usually so positive cook didn't really know how to help himself.

Bepo and Chopper had suddenly become the most popular crew members. Everyone was secretly hoping to snuggle up in their warm furs and perhaps sleep despite the loud storm.

The only one who seemed to be able to sleep without the warmth of the two was Zoro. Once again, you envied him for having the talent to sleep in any situation.

Your eyes glanced over to the other pirate crew. Captain Law was sitting on a rock, looking into the void. He also seemed to be cold, but tried to hide it. Under no circumstances could he show any weakness. That would only make the situation worse and ruin the group‘s mentality. He scowled at the other captain, who kept shouting for food and jumping up and down. How could he still have that much energy ?

Law just rolled his eyes whenever he thought of the strawhat.

His mind wandered again and he looked in the other direction as unobtrusively as possible. From his seat, he had a good view of everyone. So he could keep a good eye on each member of his crew. At least that's what he told himself.

He also wanted to keep an eye on you.

Trembling, you sat between Nami and Robin. The older one had taken off her dark cloak and wrapped it around the three of you like a blanket. It was a nice gesture, but it didn't seem to do much good. But at least you weren't as stubborn as some others. The cook had refused to lean against one of the other men, preferring to rather run off to the other corner of the cave on his own. He must have been freezing, Law saw him looking enviously at the floor where Zoro had been snoring quietly for hours.

Yesterday, the motivation had been a bit higher. Everyone was sure that the storm wouldn't last that long and that the sky would soon be clear again. But this was the Grandline after all. No one could really predict the weather conditions.

Brook had wrote a little song, strawhat-ya had bounced happily back and forth and the cooks of both crews had roasted fish over the campfire.

You had smiled from time to time.

A warm feeling shot through Laws body.

Your eyes had sparkled in the light of the fire and he had to turn his gaze to you again and again. You were so beautiful.

Before you became part of the friendly crew, it had always bothered Law to spend too much time with the Straw Hats. They were loud, inconsiderate and constantly meddled in other people's problems. Above all, the parties that the rubber man regularly announced were law's worst nightmare. Loud singing, food and booze everywhere and always the strangest of people. He would much rather be in his study or in a quiet library, hoping desperately to escape the chaos.

But this feeling changed abruptly after you became part of the crew. He spotted you straight away. He quickly noticed a new face. And what a face it was. He had wanted to talk to you all evening. But someone was always glued to you, if it wasn't Nami, the captain or Chopper, it was the annoying cook who jumped around you with hearts in his eyes. Asking you for company, mixing you special drinks or turning up with a hot soufflé in one and a bouquet of flowers in the other hand.

Law had been uncomfortable, but he hadn't dared to speak to you. Nico Robin had told him over dinner how much you liked to read and that had only increased his interest.

Yet he hadn't made any effort to talk to you. You probably hadn't even noticed him.

You had noticed Trafalgar Law immediately.

Of course you knew his Wanted poster, as well as the many stories about the captain of the Heart Pirates. Luffy was always talking enthusiastically about Tra Guy and the other Nakama usually had the best stories to tell. Franky once told you how intelligent Law was, when you painted one of the rooms on the Sunny together. Usopp told you how badass his powers were. And Chopper had raved to you about his medical talent.

Since then, you had often asked the other girls about him. With completely neutral intentions, of course.

That's why Nami and Robin weren't at all surprised by the way you looked at him when you first met. Nami had rolled her eyes and laughed: "You look at him like you're Luffy and he's a piece of meat." You had sent her a dirty look, but your body had already betrayed you. Your cheeks were warm and your heart began to beat a little faster. Robin had just giggled and left you two alone.

When you thought back to that evening, your face flushed again. You sincerely hoped that you hadn't made a fool of yourself.

In the cold cave, these thoughts were the only thing that seemed to keep you warm. Again and again your thoughts seemed to wander to him. A glance in his direction couldn't hurt, could it?

Cautiously and not at all obviously, you let your eyes wander.

Your eyes wandered over the body in the dark coat. How you wish you could put it on your own body now.

His dark hair peeks out from under the white cap he always wore. You had to remind yourself of Nami's words two days ago. Maybe she was right. On a warm island, you would certainly have had the chance to see Law without his hat. How much you would have liked to see all of his hair. And you also felt that his eyes were always shrouded in shadow.

Eyes that you wished you knew the color of.

Eyes that always seemed to avoid yours.

Eyes that could never lose focus while in a fight.

Eyes that just swept over your body.

Eyes that met yours all at once.

Your head quickly turned to the side. Was he looking at you?! Just pretend you were doing something else. Had Robin been talking to you? You desperately tried to get your friend's attention. You feel like you've been caught. The familiar feeling of warmth returns even stronger than before. Robin had definitely been the wrong choice for your excuse. She couldn’t have been talking to you, of course, if you hadn't wasted your time ogling Law, you would have noticed how Robin's dark hair had landed on your shoulder. She'd been sleeping quietly next to you for a few minutes.

Damn. Now you were sure. He had caught you. Cautiously, your gaze drifted back.

Law's gaze was also averted but his cheeks were blushed. And his gorgeous eyes had disappeared behind his cap again.

Law's chest was suddenly incredibly warm. Why hadn't he been paying more attention? Of course you'd catch him staring at you. Hopefully you didn't think anything bad of him. Nothing would be worse than that.

You were probably used to being stared at. The cook could hardly take his eyes off you three Strawhat ladies. But had Law just looked at you the same way? As he pulled his coat closer around him, he hoped fervently that his eyes didn't turn into hearts every time he looked in your direction.

With the most serious expression he could fake in this moment, he tried again.

But he hadn't expected your eyes to still be on him. Law was turning as red as a tomato. The warm feeling was everywhere again. And now he really couldn't be sure if his gray eyes hadn't turned into big hearts.

Because you were looking at him. And he looked back.

A small smile flitted across your face.

And Law awkwardly smiled back.

The cold and the storm were long forgotten. While the others were freezing and dreaming of warm summer light or cozy blankets,

two pirates were infinitely warm.

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[sunny44]

Marriage (Part 8)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x ex fiancée!reader Mason Mount x Fiancée!reader

Warnings: fights and that’s it

Summary: Max leaves his fiancée y/n at the altar on their wedding day but after years of regretting what he did, by a miracle of fate (or Lando) she appears in his life again.

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I didn't have the courage to take the test.

It had been two days since the event, and I sat on the bed, staring at a pregnancy test kit, trying to gather the courage to use it.

Mason was at training, and despite being invited by Red Bull and wanting to avoid Max, Mason's media team insisted that attending the Monaco GP would be good for his image.

That was the reason for our trip.

I used the opportunity when I needed to pee and took the test. Once done, I put it back in the box and tossed it into my bedside table.

I spent the day working to distract myself. I only realized it was evening when I felt a kiss on my forehead.

"Been here all day?" he asked.

"Yeah, had a lot of work," I replied.

"Have you eaten?"

"I only noticed the time because you arrived," I said. He chuckled and kissed my forehead again.

"Well, then I'll get something for us to eat, and you stay right there."

I continued working until he left, only stopping when he returned and we had dinner.

After we finished, we went to the bedroom. I took a shower while he got ready to sleep.

"Love, can I borrow your charger? Can't find mine." he asked.

"Sure, it's in my bedside table, first drawer." I shouted back.

After drying my hair, doing my skincare and getting dressed, I went to the room. Mason was sitting on the bed with a paper in hand and a displeased expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Mind explaining what this is?" He stood up and practically threw the paper at me.

It was the letter.

I took a deep breath, realizing Mason had found the letter. The atmosphere in the room shifted, filled with unspoken tension.

"Mason, I..." I began, but he interrupted.

"Just explain what the hell this is." he insisted, eyes fixed on the letter.

I walked over, took the paper, and glanced at the content. I hadn't read it since he handed it to me. It probably contained words and apologies Max wanted me to know, and my heart raced.

"It's a letter." I stated the obvious, trying to buy time to gather my thoughts.

"I can see that." he replied with a touch of frustration. "But it's a letter apologizing and also a letter saying he still loves you."

Taking another deep breath, I decided to be honest.

"Max wrote this letter to me some time ago."

"How long ago?"

"Do you remember when I told you I became friends with Lando?" He nodded. "We hung out that time because he insisted on introducing me to his best friends that ended up being Max and Daniel."

"What does that have to do with the letter?" He asked, frustrated.

"After the party that he introduced us he talked to Lando about what happened. He made him help him meet me to apologize. So, he said he wrote this letter and handed it to me, but I didn't have the courage to open it."

"And why did you keep it?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe one day I'd have the courage to read it and that’s why I kept it. Perhaps I felt I needed a reminder of how things were before."

His expression changed from frustration to anger.

"You kept a letter from your ex in our house? Are you serious?"

"I was unsure what to do with it and couldn't bring myself to throw it away, so I kept it. It's a piece of the past I kept hidden."

"Why hide it, then? Why keep secrets from me?" Mason's frustration grew. "You lied again about this. Not long ago, you argued with me for defending you and then you do this, keeping his things."

"I thought I could handle it on my own. I didn't want to burden you with my past." I explained.

He sighed, clearly upset.

"Y/n, we promised transparency. Keeping something like this from me... hurts."

"I'm sorry, Mason. I should have told you about this and I know this now." I admitted, feeling a pang of guilt.

"But it's always going to be like this, isn't it? You lie to me about him, and it makes me think you still love him even after he left you at the altar like an idiot," he said angrily. "You were supposed to tell me about him years ago and then when I found out on the internet I’ve try to be cool with it because I saw how much it hurts you, even if I was angry that you e lied to me. And now this, im your fiancé and u was supposed to be the one you trust to tell me this things but apparently lying to me it’s easier for you.

“I’m sorry.”

“I honestly don't know if I can still do this."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know if I can marry you." I felt tears fill my eyes. "I don't know if I can marry someone who lies to me."

"Mason, I..."

"I need some time." He left the room, leaving me there alone.

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Rayman x Reader

A/N: He is the Rayman from the games, there is no other choice for this story, sorry~ But you can think either romantic or platonic for this :)

I'll try to make this as fluffy as I can. My angst loving soul don't know how to write fluff lmao

Writing Rayman from the games is something else for me. In really good ways

Nothing written in this story has anything to do with games plot. I wrote it all myself ;)

Summery: We both try to escape from some weird creatures

Warnings: Intense cursing

Words: 2.6k

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Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Couldn't choose between all these moments for the gif so I added every one of them (probably gonna regret that later lol Because I no longer have any good gifs for him any more but whatever.)

Seeing Rayman angry is just a cherry on top.

I am going to post this but I feel bad for not writing fluff/comfort/pure lovely moments like I planned to, so I might write down something cute for him soon~

I really wanted to write something cartoon-ish too because, you know, Rayman is very much 'cartoon-ish', he is made for that. I guess at least I made that come true instead of a full fluff.

Also, I may have relieved my exam stress on him 👀💦

On The Run

What's happening? You don't have a clue. You only knew that Rayman ran past you in the forest ten minutes ago without even stopping to say hi, he looked really panicked too you have to say. And quickly after Rayman's hand came back, finding your own and quickly sweep away your taken aback body before the spears met with you. And, well, you were suddenly included in a chase you don't have a clue about.

You two run for your dear little lives, in the meantime dodging a few spears thrown to pierce through your guts and quickly jump behind a few bushes out of breath. Hearing angry yells and screams increasing you both held your breath in. A few seconds later all of them ran past you. You heaved a relieved sigh.

What with this all about? Well, obviously you don't have all the details but you knew someone who did. You can finally question him about all this. With a scowl you turn to face him, finding him invading your personal space, not that you minded (it was funny, really), sticking to your side desperately, maybe that's not the right word to use but he was definitely, on purpose or not, sticking to you like a little kid would do to their mother, still eyeing for any intruders. If you weren’t so angry you would find that cute. Honestly at that moment, you didn't give a fuckthought. Your blood boils in anger. You weren't mad at him. You were tired and worried. Okay, maybe your tired body turning your worry into anger a bit. But you are angry at his reckless side. How wouldn't you be? You know he did something again that bothered these people. (It could also be the fact that because all people on this planet are either crazy or whatever) But it's not like he is doing that on purpose. But he still needs to be more mindful of his surroundings.

You whisper shouted, nudging his chest with your finger, causing him to look at you, "What the fuck did you do this time Rayman?!" You panthed out with a glare. Asking nicely? What is that?

He stared at you surprised (maybe a bit hurt) and huffed out, "What do you mean this time? I didn't do anything!" He scoffed, a hand over his heart with an offended tone.

You rolled your eyes at that and glanced outside, you quickly duck seeing more of them walking past the bush. You cursed under your breath. Thankfully they were dumber than they look.

You glanced at him, "Why do they want you?" You whispered with a hiss.

He smirked, "Who knows! I mean I can't blame them. Everyone wants me!" Here he goes again, you were being dead serious and he starts joking.

You stared at him with the most dumbfounded and sour expression you ever weared, "They fucking want your guts out, you idiot! Don't start with me with those cheesy lines!”

He mushed his lips and stared at you. You stared back with a raised brow. He couldn't hold his stare much longer with how you're glaring at him and finally grumbled out defeated, hiding away from your intense stare, "Okay, okay fine! It might be... a little bit my fault."

You scoffed, "A little bit?”

"I admitted didn't I?”

"What did you do?"

He avoided you with a comedic sweat, "Ahhh…”

"Rayman. What Did You Do?”

"You're going to be so mad." He chuckled nervously.

You can't be more mad then you already are. But again, your expression softened with how actually nervous he looked about all this. You knew he felt guilty. You know him after all. You let out a long silent sigh and reached out to hold his hands, pressing your thumbs over the back of them, kind of stroking to ease him up, "Rayman, I promise I will not yell at you anymore then I already did. Just tell me. I need to know." You sounded more like reassuring yourself then him. Did you forgive him? No? You don't know what you are even forgiving him about! But you did actually soften up on him.

He didn't believe that but confessed anyway, "I uh... might... accidentally woke up a whole civilization??" He sounded unsure of himself.

You stared at him, and he stared back.

"What... the fuck?" What does that suppose to mean?

He laughed, "I said the same thing until you find me and drag me away, my divine savior~" Wasn't that the opposite?

You sighed and grabbed the bridge of your nose, "I feel like I am gonna regret asking this but... how?"

He tapped his chin, "Well, I also have no idea! I was walking around the forest a few hours ago then I found myself in the underground. I guess the ground may have shifted or the place I was standing in collapsed. Either way I find myself exploring the cave to find a way out and, well, that's how I find the burrow. And here we are!" He continued despite seeing your progressive disturbed expression, "They were really aggressive and grumpy, I think they want some kind of revenge for disturbing their sleeping ritual or something—”

You reach your hand and shut him up with a tired face, "Okay, I think that's enough information. We are gonna think of something now. We need to avoid them and find a way back to send them whatever place they come crawling from. Okay..." You muttered to yourself.

Rayman grabbed your hand off of his mouth and muttered your name.

"Not now, I am thinking.”

"But-”

You sushed him, "No, nope, sush, no talking! I don't wanna listen! Just lemme think!”

He stared at you unamused but his expression quickly changed to something nervous. He called out your name again this time a bit louder.

You groaned, rubbing your face, "Ray, What part of "be quiet" don't you understand? What do you want?! You want them to find us?!”

He choked out, "Ahh, about that…”

"Look I only wanted a peaceful day today, getting chased by a crazy herd, not what I had in mind- annnd.... They find us, didn't they?" You sighed.

He nodded, "Pretty much." Soon enough all kinds of sharp-tipped spares were extended towards from all sides. You both quickly raised your hands in the air, surrounded by them. You cursed under your breath not amused at all.

"Well, this could have gone much worse.”

You soon find yourselves in a cell, soon to be turned into a chewing toy. Surrounded by many of them readying the meal you will be in today.

"You have to jinx it, didn't you?" Before he can open his mouth again you threatened showing a rock, "If you open your mouth one more time I swear I’ll force this inside your mouth—”

He raised his hand, "Jeez, alright, alright. I am sorry! What got into you today?” He knew you wouldn't actually do that. You love him too much for that. (But, did you have it in you? Yes. Would you actually do that if he was someone else? Most definitely. Is he afraid of this fact? Absolutely. He definitely know to not underestimate you.) He couldn't help but admit that it sounded so absurd coming from you in that moment though. It also shouldn't amused him but it did.

You forced a short laugh, "What got into me? Oh, lemme think." You sarcastically mumbled, mocking him and tapped your chin as if you were thinking.

He frowned, not letting you start sorting it all out, "Okay, okay. I get it. I said sorry, didn't I? It was lame of me to even ask that. Sorry for trying to be nice.” He stuck his tongue out playfully.

"A sorry not gonna save us from becoming a MEAL OF THE DAY!!" You groaned.

He hummed and shrugged, "I wouldn't worry much. After all this isn't the first time I was imprisoned.”

You stared at him, "We saved your ass when you were imprisoned."

"Saved me?" He smirked, "If I remember correctly, which I know I am, you and Globox were also imprisoned for the sake of saving me, I am touched really. Though it was a weak plan, assuming being held captive was part of your idea~"

You grumbled grimacing, "It was Globox's idea. I didn't have anything better to do so I just followed along. BUT we did save your ass didn't we? That's what counts! Besides, I'm not seeing you having any bright ideas!!”

"Who said I didn't have any?" He grinned, noticing your pause.

You give him a face, "If you had a plan this whole time... WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO?!" God, so that’s why he has been acting so relaxed! He has always been some kind of a laid back person, but this would be too much (Not counting the fact that he knows when to strike). In fact, he should have been happy that he had a reasonable explanation for this situation because you were about to slap him hard for how careless he had been so far and how careless he had been all day.

"Calm down! It was a work in progress and now I am not gonna jinx it again. So, are you in or not?”

You give him a side glare at him and turn away.

He sighed, "Look, I am sorry. Sincerely, coming from the deepest of my heart. I really didn't mean to cause all this. It's also my fault that you are involved in my mess too. So, at least let me help to fix it, okay? You can kick my ass after this." He kind of dragged you away, yes, but it was to save you and you were thankful that he did (how wouldn't you?) but that doesn't mean he is also the one to start all these.

You heaved a sigh, and shook your head with a soft smile, "Lead the way, eggplant." You grinned seeing his little eye roll. You definitely gonna remember the last thing he said.

“I will save us. That’s a promise.” He sounded even more genuine.

“Yeah, yeah. You better be. I don’t wanna end up as a snack before bedtime. So, care to tell me the plan?”

He grinned mischievously, a determined glint in his eyes, "You will find out soon enough. You know me. It's not that complicated to figure out. Even better when you know they are not too smart to figure out."

You raised a brow not fond of him still depriving you of an explanation. But you guessed it was better to leave like that seeing those creatures still roaming all around.

Soon after your 'nice' conversations you both find yourselves tied up together in a cauldron full of water with a fire burning underneath. The creatures throwing chopped vegetables on you.

Your unamused expression hardened, "How much longer are we going to wait?" You grumbled. "They are slowly cooking us alive!"

"Yeah, I won't be a good dinner for them. You have more areas where they can chew off." You swear he was laughing behind you. You growled and hit him in the head with your own, you had no other option. Your arms were tied. "Don't start again! I'm serious! I'm starting to get worried. My feet are burning!”

He hissed in pain, "Sorry, force of habit... or maybe coping... either way..." he took a sharp breath, "My plan gonna work."

"You are not even doing anything! What kind of plan is that? Just admit already that you have no idea how we can get out of this station!”

"No, because I do. I'm just waiting for the right moment.”

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah. And I believe that. I am sure you do-- Wait a fucking moment." You hissed. You can't belive you forget about his ability, "You fucking have control all over your body! Whatever the floaty, gravity bending thing you do! You can easily get out of this rope!! They only tied our bodies, not hands or feet! Fuck! Why didn't you do something about this earlier Rayman?! Are you trying to piss me off on purpose! I swear---" Your words are stuffed inside your mouth, literally. One of the creatures got annoyed (or tired) of your talking and harshly pushed an apple in your mouth. Your eye twitched in annoyance. Rayman glanced back with a stuffed laugh. Okay, maybe you did deserve this but you are not gonna admit that. You gave him a death glare and he quickly looked away. But you still heard his stuffed snickers and feel his shaking body.

He nudges your side with his hand and your eyes quickly widen, "For your concern, ya think I would forget about something my own body capable of since forever? I already handled that. And for your nice question, like I said, I am one step ahead of you, darling~" he quickly hid the key before one of the creatures could see and cautiously examined the surroundings carefully.

He whispered, "When I came back here there was no way out of this place but the hole I fell down from. Thankfully, I was able to crawl back out but there is no sight of that hole anymore so I am gonna assume they blocked it. So there is only one option left for us to choose. What we're gonna do is, use the real door. The one I couldn't pass before. And for that we needed the key. Though one of us is gonna need to distract them while the other opens the door. Then we both escape and lock them in here, like it should have been." You're gonna kick his ass for not telling you about this sooner and made you believe that he actually didn't have any clue. Though you didn't know which one is good, his acting for the sake of the creatures (you have no idea what they are) not notice? Or him playing with you just for fun. Actually... you were happy that he did have a plan. Because it would be the worst tragicomic death in the hero's history.

His eyes widened when he felt your weight on his back... more than normally. You two were back to back forcefully pressed together yeah but... you were leaning on him? In relief? Comfort? He didn't know. But he couldn't help his lips turn into a soft smile.

"Well, I might ruin our moment here..." he trailed off. "I love hot baths as much as the next person but we should get moving. I don't think I like vegetable soup especially if we are in it.”

He felt the vibration of your laugh on his back causing his smile to widen. He glanced back at you with a smirk, his hand helping you to remove the red apple as he whinked.

"You ready to kick some little ass?" Those green creatures were nearly half of your height. You still can't believe how you two get caught that easily. You two were unprepared. But this time will be different.

You smirked, "It's always so nice to fight alongside you.”

"That's good to hear because I really needed that." He hummed as he slowly unwrapped the tight rope from around both of you, "You know, thinking our situation it's both humiliating and funny as hell. It could be our little secret. How's that sound?”

"Like heaven, and also the thought of what I can do after I get back home. Sleep all day long. Sounds good, huh?" You snickered knowing that's exactly what he will do too.

"After kicking my ass?”

You held back a laugh, "You want to be beaten up that much?” You pressed your back on his on purpose this time with a smirk.

He glanced back at you, "I think all the fighting we are gonna do here will be enough.”

"Agreed." You both jumped out of the cauldron within a fighting stance, raising up your fists.

You bawled, "Who wanna have some of these?" You showed your fists.

The creatures stood staring. Soon all screamed a war cry running towards you. You two smirked and launched.

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If it's the last time forever

PAIRING: Draco x fem reader

SUMMARY: it wasn't ever supposed to be more than a few nights together but a few nights can lead to three words that can ruin everything

WORD COUNT: 1'243

WARNING: mentions of sex, angst, some poetry I wrote in between

UNIVERSE: harry potter

A/N: hi everyone! Sorry I haven't been as active, adult life is kicking my ass right now, anyway I have a request similar to this so I'm thinking I'll make that part 2

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational

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Draco knew what this time meant. He'd come to your door around this hour many times but this time it felt more weighted, like what was behind it was his two way answer for life and choosing the wrong answer would ruin everything, he didn't like this feeling. It was suffocating, wrapping his heart in rope and pulling at it till it bled and left sores; but this wasn't supposed to feel that way and it hadn't always.

It was just sex, it had been for months and that's how it was supposed to stay but going into this he knew the risk of touching, seeing, and breathing you in.

That's what started this in the first place.

He'd wanted you but not like this, not before at least. In the beginning he wanted you to himself for pleasure and pleasure only. He didn't like the thought of sharing what he touched and you were his, just for a night; but after a while it wasn't just a quick leave and enter…

The words that were whispered in a breath, the touches that gripped tighter, and the positions went from just feeling to seeing.

The need to see your eyes, the need to feel your lips.

you'd both broken the rules all because sex gave way for feelings and they were clearly there with every movement but neither of you let the words that would change it all slip…

That's where it got intense, that was the hold back that was the brick of ice on waves of water.

As you opened the door you didn't even meet his eyes, and in the beginning that was how it was supposed to be but now it hurts not seeing them look hopeful and excited to see him.

He only sighed as he looked you over while you fidgeted with your fingers. you were so beautiful so perfect to him, something written out of his own diary…

"We need to stop this," you rushed the words out like they were hot on your tongue and he had to admit they stung.

"I- fine" he said, kicking his raw emotions down the steps and watching them tumble.

"Why can't you just say it, do I really mean nothing to you? are you not even gonna try to change my mind!?" You shouted, cracks in your voice making way for your tears to fall and shaking like you'd cave.

"ricochet, ricochet my love… don't fall apart because of me."

"Say what?! That I want this!" He snapped, still fighting back the part of him that wanted more.

"you won't even fight for us, it's like you're heartless!" You say, pointing at him and every breath sucked in like there's not enough air to breathe.

"Can I hold you close, caress your skin, til you can breathe once again? I am the wave beneath your boat, I know how well you float…"

he wanted to tell you that it wasn't true, that he'd been thinking about you when he wasn't here. that he'd been distracted because he needed to be near you to focus. That every time he said possessive things in your ear he meant it but…he wasn't going to.

"I'd tell you something in French because it's pretty, but I can't speak it. My darling, my love. it's hard to be romantic when you're choking on food"

he wasn't sure why but all this scared him, maybe it was because he was in a position that put you in danger or maybe he was afraid of what this all meant but seeing you cry like this dropped his heart Into in stomach breaking it into pieces. He never wanted to be the source of your pain, he only wanted to make everything better but here he was breaking your heart because he was scared.

"Don't cry, please don't cry. I swear I tried but I fuck up sometimes. This isn't an excuse, my pretty muse. I'm an asshole and I know it's true but I sure do give a fuck about you"

"Are you ashamed? Is that it? Does being in love with Harry Potter's sister bother you that much? No, you're a coward. you don't want others to see you with me!"

Your words were full of rage and he deserved it but this was how it had to be, to much was what it would cost and because he hadn't really experienced love he was sure it was worth the risk but he also didn't want it to end like this but telling you otherwise would light a fire in you with hope so he lied.

"yes! I'm afraid I'll look like less if I'm with you!" He said and it sounded like a script he'd rehearsed but it did the job because you felt like a bullet went through you, you were bleeding out, possibly dying.

"Say it isn't true. I'm pulling the rope because I'm in love with you. Be the one to pull it back, fight for what I tried to push back. I won't last long your love gives me a heart attack"

"Get out! And don't even come back again, I never want to see you again, don't speak to me ever again!!" You shouted slamming the door in his face and just like that it was over.

He had to hide his pain as he walked away. He didn't need people to know he was seeing you in the first place. He could hear his father now, picture all the danger this one relationship could be.

He knew if others found out they'd have a field day with the knowledge that draco malfoy was with potter's sister. Word would travel fast like fire on grass, one blade catching and passing along until the whole field burned and that would mean the other death eaters would know. then they'd force him to say where Harry was or worse tell him to trick you into trusting him enough so he could get closer to harry and then they'd want him to kill him.

He couldn't do that to you, he wouldn't.

As time went by his days seemed to be darker than before, much darker and colder than his home.

He didn't like not seeing you anymore, not breathing your air, not meeting your eyes that held a light pulling him and taking him away from all of this.

He wished it was different, pictured a life where he wasn't who he was. Just an ordinary boy without complications but maybe then none of this would have happened, there may not have ever been a him and you.

It made his heart heavy and put a pit in his belly and his throat felt closed and empty. Were you worth it? Were you worth changing everything… he knew you were but he was still just Draco Malfoy and he knew deep down that what happened between you would be the last time forever…

Or maybe it wouldn't

"I can kiss a million roses and forget which one but the reds all stay the same like our love with a claw. I've never been scared of bears because I've never seen them maul but now I know they do have claws, scratching at our love like we've attacked them all. fear not my love, it's not the end for hearts can heal again and roses may grow with new stems…"

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Hey honey! so i just read "Daemon would be an overprotective father, scared of what Alicent were capable of doing against his children since Alyssa helped Lucerys hurt Aemond." and I was wondering if you could elaborate this part into an imagine/oneshot, where reader is furious that Alicent wants to touch Alyssa and says something like "touch my daughter and I'll forget you're the queen and I'll hit your face " with the reader being super badass, please?

hiii my love!! i just wrote this little drabble, lemme know whatchu think! <3 also, thank u so much for requesting 💓

The very night your nephew Aemond lost an eye, you thought you would be the next one to lose something.

Daemon had his own worries about that incident, but you were paranoid about it. You could never forget the look in queen Alicent's eyes, practically burning your daughter alive with her menacing gaze. You knew Alyssa deserved to be punished for what she did, but you also knew that the queen did not want your child to be punished, but dead.

The following days, you never lost Alyssa out of your sight. Of course the little girl thought you were being very annoying, but she would never understand the things you very much knew the queen was capable of.

You were playing outside in the Godswood. You sat under the tree with Maegon in your lap, while Alyssa chased a butterfly. You murmured a sad ballad while your son read a book about direwolves and enthusiastically chatted about them.

When you heard your daughter's yelp and looked around, noticing she was nowhere to be seen, your heart skipped a beat.

Placing Maegon aside and commanding him to stay under the tree, you ran towards the sound of the child's cries. You found lord Larys Strong, holding Alyssa's arm, and, your majesty the queen, right beside him.

"Mama!" Alyssa shouted for you. Her little lilac eyes were puff and full of tears.

You marched towards them, ignoring your obligations to make courtesy to your queen, and grabbed the arm of the man that held your daughter hostage.

"Take your fucking hand out of her!" You spoke slowly between gritted teeth.

Larys looked to Alicent, silently asking for her permission to do so. The queen nodded, and he immediately pushed the little girl away.

"I think you forgot yourself, Lady Y/N. Should I remind you where you belong?" Queen Alicent gave a step ahead, being too close to your personal space.

"On the contrary, your grace, I did not forget myself at all. Just know that, if you touch my daughter I'll forget you are the Queen, and I'll hit your face." You acknowledged as you brought Alyssa behind you.

"Are you insane? I could have your head for that!" The woman shouted.

"Try touching my daughter again and my husband will give me yours." You challenged, walking away before she could even process what you just said.

You found Daemon in the same place — and position — you had left your son. They were both sitting under the tree, and your husband had the little boy on his lap. Once he noticed Alyssa's crying face and sobbing, he rushed to you both. Daemon took Alyssa in his arms in a protective way, immediately asking what happened.

"Don't worry, I already dealt with it."

"What do you mean? I wanna know what happened!"

You sighed, "I think we need to get even more cautious about Alicent now."

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Royal Pains of Uncertainty

@breannasfluff’s Finish the Prompt LU style - Angst

In bold is what Breanna wrote for the prompt. The rest is my own writing. I’m used to only writing in past tense so it was a fun challenge to write in present tense. Making Wild be a bit self-deprecating in this for the extra  layer of angst. Also a lot of repetition. And yelling. I am also not used to writing angst. Everyone makes up in the end because I cannot write sad endings for anything.

The crack of an open palm on a face has Wild whipping around. Legend clutches his cheek, already blooming red, and Hyrule lets his hand fall. His fists are balled to his side and his chest heaves. 

The two were in an argument before this that was rapidly growing more heated, but what could have led to this? Hyrule usually comes across as meek compared to the others on the Chain. 

Yet Legend is shrinking into himself, like something the traveler said hurt him more than the slap.

“What happened?” Wild asks as he joins them. What could Legend have done to make Hyrule so upset?

Hyrule opens his mouth to answer before shutting it in an instant. He huffs, clenching his hands even harder as he whips around, stomping off towards the edge of the camp.

“Hey, Hyrule-Link, Wait!” Wild shouts out,but Hyrule ignores him. The traveler sits down against a tree, burying his head in his knees, gripping them tightly.

Wild looks over at Legend, the pained look he had now gone, replaced with a blank stare as his hand lightly grazes his hurt cheek. Legend suddenly straightens up, looking off into the quarter distance. Wild thinks about reaching out to him, but his hand likely would’ve gotten slapped away anyways.

Legend inhales sharply and shakily, softly cupping his own cheek and walking silently towards the center of the camp. He sits down on one of the logs and buries his face in his hands.

Wild was now alone, a few mushrooms in hand. He was just scavenging for them, wanting to make something nice for the three of them. The others had gone out to investigate a nearby dungeon, the three of them staying behind to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. They all promised to make sure that nothing bad would happen between the three of them.

And look at what happened when Wild broke that promise. He’d just tuned the other two out when they started arguing, because it’s not like it would lead to anything big right? Wild was a fool. He knows this well. He’s the greatest fool out of the group, surely.

That didn’t make it so he couldn’t fix the mess he could’ve stopped, however.

Food is the key to heart, as they say, and Wild already has some mushrooms quite literally in his hands, so he should make food with it, like he planned to. He also happens to have some rock salt in his Sheikah Slate. Salt-grilled mushrooms it is then!

Walking over to the cooking pot that was thankfully already set up, Wild gets to work, humming all the while. He notices Legend looking at him over to his left from the nearby log, head slightly upturned and eyes peaking through his fingers. His eyes were red and wet, clearly having been crying. A lot. Crying so quietly that even the moss he was sitting upon couldn’t have heard him. A skill no one should have to master, yet there Legend was. Wild’s heart stung at the sight, so he gave the veteran a little wave and smile to cheer him up, even only slightly, but the veteran immediately hid his face again.

Wild sighs and turns back to his food. He was a fast cook and this was such a simple dish, so he was almost done already. Looking up and over to where Hyrule is, he was still in the same position, but his head was up and looking away from the camp. Was he crying as well? Quietly as well? Was it a skill well mastered between the two? What had happened between them? Before all of this even? Who was in the wrong and who was in the right? Why did they have to be crying so quietly?

Well, Wild was definitely in the wrong for not paying attention to the other heroes. That was on him. But what in Hylia’s good name are they even fighting about? It was frustrating for him, to not know what was going on between his friends. His crying, heartbroken friends.

But now it was food time.

“Heeeey there Leggy boy,” Wild coos out to his nearby comrade. Said comrade looks up at Wild in confusion, a vague effigy of a smirk on his face. “Wanna have some salty shrooms? That have been grrriiiled?” The oddness of Wild’s current way of speaking makes Legend smirk even more, which was the intended outcome. Sometimes, random is funny. Sometimes.

“Yeah,” Legend answers as his voice cracks, “That’s fine, thanks.”

“No problem friendo,” Wild gives Legend a nice, hot plate of salt-grilled mushrooms. He prepares a plate for himself and a plate for Hyrule. There was a little extra, still in the pot, which was all going down Wild’s throat, obviously.

Holding onto Hyrule’s plate, Wild stands up and calls out to the pouting Link. He knows he was pouting because when the traveler turned around, he was indeed pouting. Hyrule says nothing and does nothing after that. Just blinks blankly at him. With his red, wet eyes.

Wild tries to call out to Hyrule again, taking a few steps towards him, “Heya Rules, you what else rules?” No reaction. “Food! Want some salt-grilled mushrooms? They’re salty~”

Hyrule mumbles something back before looking away. This was going to be harder than he thought.

“Mister traveler,” Wild speaks in a singsongy voice, continuing to walk closer, “it’s eating time~. You need lots of food to grow big and strong~”

More mumbling from Hyrule. A bit louder this time, but Wild still has no idea what he’s saying. Wild groans. He gets even closer.

“I guess you just like acting like a big baby, don’t you?” Wild jokingly scoffs, “And here I thought you were an adult-“

“SHUT UP!” Hyrule screams, whipping his head around. His face is contorted with rage, glaring eyes seething with a rage Wild had never seen from his friend before. Directed at him before. The fury was short lived, Hyrule’s face almost immediately turning into one of regret. But the image was now burned into Wild’s mind, a clear, permanent picture.

Hyrule turns away from him again, the mumbled sorry I’m so sorry he repeats on and on reaching Wild’s ears. But Wild can’t get himself to say anything back. Opening and closing his mouth like a dying fish. A foolish fish that managed to beach himself on a single piece of sand in the middle of the ocean.

Wild’s face was hot. His hands hurt from how tightly he’s clutching what’s supposed to be Hyrule’s plate. Food, food’s the answer to everything. Yes, Wild just needed to make more food. He was the cook of the group. He’s the cook, yes. That’s what’s he good at, cooking, cooking food. The answer to everything. The key to the heart.

Wild walks back to the cooking pot. He sets the plate off to the side and eats his own food, both on his own plate and from the pot. It needs it to be empty after all, if he wanted to make more food. The mushrooms are good, but they were more salty than usual. He can’t see them that well, but that was okay. Food is the key to the heart, and healer of the soul. Wild continues to eat. He’s a quick eater. He’s finished in no time. He’s still hungry.

An angry shout erupted from the left of Wild. Legend throws himself off of the log, and as Wild rubbed his blurry eyes, he could still see the veteran’s furious face as clear as day. But he wasn’t angry at him, no, thankfully no. Legend stomps over to Hyrule, hunched slightly forward, hands clenched into fists. Hyrule shot up, a less angry look on his face, fear and unease filling in for where the rest of the anger would’ve gone.

“You’re a fucking jackass, you know that?” Legend spits at Hyrule, jabbing his finger into the traveler’s chest. Hyrule sputters, anger consuming the fear that had previously held its space.

“You’re the jackass here!” Hyrule shoots back, “You’re the one who started all of this!”

“You know what? Yeah, I did, I know that DAMN WELL!” Legend grips onto Hyrule’s tunic, “At least I wasn’t the one to make Wild CRY! YOU DID!” No, they can’t fight now, Wild didn’t get to make his food, his great food, the key to the soul food. Hyrule’s tearing up, Legend’s tearing up, it’s all Wild’s fault.

No.

No no no.

He can fix things. He was going to fix things.

With a soft, quiet voice, Wild starts to speak, “Al-“ his voice cracks, “Alright you two, break-“ he coughs, “-break it up.”

The two don’t hear him, it seems, as Hyrule begins to snap back. Wild doesn’t want to hear it. He can’t hear his friends be so angry at each and not even know why.

Hyrule shoves Legend away, hard. He stumbles back, surprise quickly being overtaken by even more anger. Hyrule starts to yell, “Well, YOU’RE a DAMNED asshole who-“

“BOTH OF YOU! SHUT! UP!” Wild screams, jumping up and accidentally snapping his wooden plate in half in his rage. It was fine, he had more plates. Sky’s okay with making more plates. Wild had no more patience for these two, however. His throat hurts. Yet he continues, “I am SICK! TIRED! Of the two of you acting like THIS!” The other two flinch in fear, their anger for each gone, albeit temporarily.

Wild was fixing things. Wasn’t he? He had to be, he’s going to fix things.

“Look, I don’t know what bullshit you two were spewing at each other, but can’t you two at least TRY to talk things out like GOSH. DAMN. REASONABLE PEOPLE?!” His throat hurts, his cheeks hurts, he was hurting. But not as much as his friends were hurting. He’s going to fix things.

“This isn’t cute, this isn’t a funny little hoo-ha, people are angry, people are sad, because you two! Who just…can’t be a degree of CALM! Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you?!”

They both nod, but they don’t seem to really understand. Wild is so very frustrated. He hates being so frustrated. He’s going to fix things. He has to.

“Alright, the both of you are going to sit down, right now.” The two shuffle in place, nervously unmoving. Why. Why are they like this? “You two don’t have to sit together, just sit the FUCK DOWN!” Now they rush to their seats, on logs opposite to each other, Legend to his left, Hyrule to his right.

Wild sighs, sitting down and rubbing his temples. He speaks in soft voice like before, so he wouldn’t hurt his throat any further, “I’m sorry for yelling at you two,” he looks at the both of them, who both refuse to look at each other, “And for being rude and mean to the both of you. I shouldn’t have done that, I just-I had felt like I wouldn’t be heard if I didn’t. I was worried someone would get hurt.” Hyrule recoils in on himself, hugging his knees in shame. No, he can’t let them get sad. Food. The key to the heart.

“Alright!” Wild claps his hands, “You pouting mcpout are going to eat your…” Wild looks up at the sky, deeming it to be almost nighttime, “…dinner. Yes, dinner. Leg’, did you finish you dinner?”

“N-no, I haven’t,” Legend responds in a similarly soft voice, “I’ll…I’ll do that now.”

“Good! Now Hyrule,” Wild shoves Hyrule’s plate at him, holding it in place until the traveler finally straightens up and takes it. “Make sure you eat up! And after this, you’ll get to have some cake! Carrot cake! Cake that’s made from carrots.” Wild gives them both a deranged smile as he happily waves his hands as he goes on about carrot cakes. He feels a bit loony right now, loony and tired. He’s not even sure why he suggested carrot cake, but that’s what he’s making now. Carrot cake.

Some Endura carrots, goat butter, cane sugar, and Tabantha wheat. For cake, carrot cake-

“I’m going ducking insane,” Wild groans, running his hands down his face.

“Ducking?” Legend scoffs lightly, a soft smile on his tear-stained face.

“I think I’ve sworn too much today,” Wild shifts into a thinking pose, “Swearing too much can devalue the feelings swearing can bring.”

“Philosophy’s fun,” Hyrule mumbles as he eats.

“Don’t talk with you mouth full huU-ugh, no, I can’t say that,” Wild says as he puts the ingredients into the pot, “I sound too much like a mom.”

“Yeah, you’re not Sky,” Legend teases. They all get a good laugh out of that. A long moment of silence occurs between the three of them after that. It’s not a bad silence, but it’s not really comfortable either. Nevertheless, Wild gets to cooking. He hums the same old tune he’d always hum. He doesn’t remember why this tune was the one he always defaulted to. Was it important to him before, all those years ago? Maybe once this is over, all of this is over, Zelda would tell him. But that was a long way aways from now. Now, he was making cake for his friends. Carrot cake. He wouldn’t be able to eat this cake for a while after this. Or probably any cakes. Or carrots.

“I think I’m starting to dislike c-words,” Wild mumbles aloud, “They’re making me loose my mind.”

“Do you...” Hyrule trails off a bit, plate almost empty now, “Do you want to make something else?”

“Nope. I’m making…this, and then we’re each going to eat a third of it cut into threes, and then you two will talk through you problems. Like adults.” The last word comes out harsher than he intended, but the two didn’t react much, Hyrule continues to eat his food and Legend sits politely, plate clean, awaiting cake.

Wild tries to empty his mind before he does something bad to the food before him.

Wild cheers when the cake is finally done. He makes grabby hands at his fellow heroes’ plates, much to their collective amusement. Legend gives him his plate first, receiving three slices of cake, as promised. Hyrule next, receiving his third of the cake.

“I would’ve given ya one slice at a time, but then I’d probably eat the rest of it,” Wild laughed, scratching the back of his head. Chuckles came from the other two, who then focus on their respective plates of foods. Wild focus on his. His stomach churns as he begrudgingly eats the slices, one by one, slower than he normally would. He still finishes far before the other two.

Wild rests his head on his knees, closing his eyes. The small fire underneath the pot encourages him to sleep. Fire always made him sleepy. But he couldn’t sleep yet, he needed to fix things.

No. He didn’t need to fix things. They had to fix things. The ones who were arguing. Wild can nudge and prod them all he wants, but only they could make things right with each other.

He slows his breath. He relaxes his limbs. He’s wide awake, but his friends don’t know that. To them, Wild’s sleeping soundly. He hears the sounds of wooden utensils cutting through the soft cake, scratching the wooden plate. Sounds of them chewing and swallowing food, of their shoes’ slight movements against the short grass, of the soft breeze that barely moves their hair. A few minutes pass before anyone speaks.

“Legend,” Hyrule speaks up, “I’m…I’m sorry.”

Legend inhales, sharply, before speaking back, “Don’t be. We both know I started this.”

“But still-“ Hyrule pauses after his volume starts to increase, and Wild feels his worried gaze cast upon him. Hyrule lowers his voice, “Still, I went too far. We both know this.”

“You didn’t go far enough,” the words tumbled out of Legend’s, a sharp inhale stopping more from coming out. A few more breaths, and he continues, “I shouldn’t have said you weren’t worthy of a throne.”

A throne? Wild doesn’t move, but he yearns to inch forward, to perk up his ears. But they don’t need him right now, he’s done enough.

“I don’t even know why I asked you that,” Hyrule sighs, “I just suddenly remembered something …and want to ask you about it I guess.”

“…What did you remember?”

“I…there’s something that Impa, my Impa said at the start of my second adventure,” Hyrule takes a deep breath, in and out, “she said her and her family have been ‘waiting for a great king to come’ for generations, to save Princess Zelda.”

“So you feel pressured to be that great king?”

“A bit, a bit yeah. I…know I’ll be a king, eventually. I uh, really like…Zelda.”

“Oh. Ah. Now is not the right time for teasing.”

“I can tell by your face that you really want to,” Hyrule giggles, “but yeah, that’s…why I was concerned about being a king.”

“And you came to me.”

“Well…I figured you’d know more than Wild,” very true, Wild knows nothing about this stuff, “so I wanted to ask you. Because I…trust you.”

A long silence passes between them. Wild wants to speak up, but he can’t. He’ll mess everything up if he does.

“You…” Legend starts, “No, no I shouldn’t say you shouldn’t trust me. That’s not my choice to decide.”

“…I still trust you, you know that?”

“…I trust you too.”

Another long silence. Happier now.

“I’m a prince,” Legend drops out of nowhere. Well it felt like it was out of nowhere, and Hyrule and Wild couldn’t stop themselves from yelling.

“What?!” The two shout in unison, Hyrule yelping at Wild.

“You-you’re awake?!” Legend asks, befuddled.

“Ha ha, yeah, barely,” Wild awkwardly smiles  at the other two, “Bold of you to assume I was asleep. You know I snore.” He only snores sometimes, but that wasn’t important. “Anyways, you’re a prince? How that happen?”

Legend looks over at Wild, then at Hyrule, back and forth a few times before sighing.

“Zelda’s my half sister,” Legend said plainly, “I know the trails, and the tribulations that royalty have to go through. I’ve been through some of those things, but I’m grateful that I don’t have to. I just-“ Legend huffs out a small sob, not quick enough at covering his mouth. Hyrule tries to reach out to him, but Wild stops him. He shakes his head softly, ‘not yet’ his eyes tell the traveler. He nods back, retracting his hand and they both await Legend’s next words with bated breath.

“I don’t want you to go through all that pain. And you know me, I’m snarky, I’m the mean, rude one, I’m not good at sentimentality,” Legend runs his hands through his hair, “That’s why I just-waved you off and got so angry when you kept insisting on being a king. I said a lot of hurtful things I clearly shouldn’t have. I’m sorry Hyrule, I really, really am.”

“It’s okay Legend,” Hyrule smile softly at him, “I forgive you. It’s okay you got angry, I understand why you got angry. I know I shouldn’t have gotten angry.”

“No no, you definitely deserved to be angry Rules-“

“I didn’t deserve to HIT you!” Hyrule shouts, throwing his hands up in the air before running them over his face, “I hit you, you never deserved that.”

To both the surprise of both Hyrule and Wild, Legend starts to laugh maniacally at this.

“Sorry, sorry, I just-it’s fine. Don’t worry about it Rulie,” Legend smiles at Hyrule.

“I think you’re downplaying this a bit,” Wild interrupts, to his own surprise, “Even if you don’t care, Hyrule here definitely does.”

“But it’s fine-“

“I don’t think it’s fine!” Hyrule also interrupts him, “We’re not supposed to hit each other because of things like this! You can say you forgive me or don’t-that’s okay, but don’t tell me not to worry about when you’rethe one who got hurt. You just don’t want me to worry about you!”

Legend looks surprised at this outburst, before laughing yet again. Calmer now, gentler.

“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t want you to worry. I don’t like people having to worry about me, or having to worry about others.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” Hyrule says in such a way that makes the other two laugh. He laughs too, whether or not he understands why doesn’t matter. “Are you feeling okay Legend, does it still hurt?”

“Of course not, I’m fine-“

“But are you reeeeaaallllyy fine?” Wild dramatically learns over to Legend, who snickers before playfully shoving Wild away.

“Yes, I’m fine, really. It doesn’t even sting anymore. Hyrule’s not that strong.”

“H-hey!” Hyrule’s cheeks turn pink as he pouts. They all laugh.

The tense atmosphere that was here before was now long gone. Things were back to the happy way they were before, with a few more lessons learned.

The stars smile at them as Wild pulls them all into a group hug.

#legend of zelda #linked universe #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu triple threat #lu fanfiction #lu ftp #idk how to do angst. did I get it right? #I probably messed up the tense a few times in here. I noticed at least one that I fixed when I posted this on here lol #typically I don’t really care for leg being siblings with fable but I felt like it would fit pretty good for this #over three thousand words heck yeah

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Rayman x Reader

A/N: He is the Rayman from the games, there is no other choice for this story, sorry~ But you can think either romantic or platonic for this :)

I'll try to make this as fluffy as I can. My angst loving soul don't know how to write fluff lmao

Writing Rayman from the games is something else for me. In really good ways

Nothing written in this story has anything to do with games plot. I wrote it all myself ;)

Summery: We both try to escape from some weird creatures

Warnings: Intense cursing

Words: 2.6k

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Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Couldn't choose between all these moments for the gif so I added every one of them (probably gonna regret that later lol Because I no longer have any good gifs for him any more but whatever.)

Seeing Rayman angry is just a cherry on top.

I am going to post this but I feel bad for not writing fluff/comfort/pure lovely moments like I planned to, so I might write down something cute for him soon~

I really wanted to write something cartoon-ish too because, you know, Rayman is very much 'cartoon-ish', he is made for that. I guess at least I made that come true instead of a full fluff.

Also, I may have relieved my exam stress on him 👀💦

You two run for your dear little lives, in the meantime dodging a few spears thrown to pierce through your guts and quickly jump behind a few bushes out of breath. Hearing angry yells and screams increasing you both held your breath in. A few seconds later all of them ran past you. You heaved a relieved sigh.

What's happening? You don't have a clue. You only knew that Rayman ran past you in the forest ten minutes ago without even stopping to say hi, he looked really panicked too you have to say. And quickly after Rayman's hand came back, finding your own and quickly sweep away your taken aback body before the spears met with you. And, well, you were suddenly included in a chase you don't have a clue about.

What with this all about? Well, obviously you don't have all the details but you knew someone who did. You can finally question him about all this. With a scowl you turn to face him, finding him invading your personal space, not that you minded (it was funny, really), sticking to your side desperately, maybe that's not the right word to use but he was definitely, on purpose or not, sticking to you like a little kid would do to their mother, still eyeing for any intruders. If you weren’t so angry you would find that cute. Honestly at that moment, you didn't give a fuckthought. Your blood boils in anger. You weren't mad at him. You were tired and worried. Okay, maybe your tired body turning your worry into anger a bit. But you are angry at his reckless side. How wouldn't you be? You know he did something again that bothered these people. (It could also be the fact that because all people on this planet are either crazy or whatever) But it's not like he is doing that on purpose. But he still needs to be more mindful of his surroundings.

You whisper shouted, nudging his chest with your finger, causing him to look at you, "What the fuck did you do this time Rayman?!" You panthed out with a glare. Asking nicely? What is that?

He stared at you surprised (maybe a bit hurt) and huffed out, "What do you mean this time? I didn't do anything!" He scoffed, a hand over his heart with an offended tone.

You rolled your eyes at that and glanced outside, you quickly duck seeing more of them walking past the bush. You cursed under your breath. Thankfully they were dumber than they look.

You glanced at him, "Why do they want you?" You whispered with a hiss.

He smirked, "Who knows! I mean I can't blame them. Everyone wants me!" Here he goes again, you were being dead serious and he starts joking.

You stared at him with the most dumbfounded and sour expression you ever weared, "They fucking want your guts out, you idiot! Don't start with me with those cheesy lines!”

He mushed his lips and stared at you. You stared back with a raised brow. He couldn't hold his stare much longer with how you're glaring at him and finally grumbled out defeated, hiding away from your intense stare, "Okay, okay fine! It might be... a little bit my fault."

You scoffed, "A little bit?”

"I admitted didn't I?”

"What did you do?"

He avoided you with a comedic sweat, "Ahhh…”

"Rayman. What Did You Do?”

"You're going to be so mad." He chuckled nervously.

You can't be more mad then you already are. But again, your expression softened with how actually nervous he looked about all this. You knew he felt guilty. You know him after all. You let out a long silent sigh and reached out to hold his hands, pressing your thumbs over the back of them, kind of stroking to ease him up, "Rayman, I promise I will not yell at you anymore then I already did. Just tell me. I need to know." You sounded more like reassuring yourself then him. Did you forgive him? No? You don't know what you are even forgiving him about! But you did actually soften up on him.

He didn't believe that but confessed anyway, "I uh... might... accidentally woke up a whole civilization??" He sounded unsure of himself.

You stared at him, and he stared back.

"What... the fuck?" What does that suppose to mean?

He laughed, "I said the same thing until you find me and drag me away, my divine savior~" Wasn't that the opposite?

You sighed and grabbed the bridge of your nose, "I feel like I am gonna regret asking this but... how?"

He tapped his chin, "Well, I also have no idea! I was walking around the forest a few hours ago then I found myself in the underground. I guess the ground may have shifted or the place I was standing in collapsed. Either way I find myself exploring the cave to find a way out and, well, that's how I find the burrow. And here we are!" He continued despite seeing your progressive disturbed expression, "They were really aggressive and grumpy, I think they want some kind of revenge for disturbing their sleeping ritual or something—”

You reach your hand and shut him up with a tired face, "Okay, I think that's enough information. We are gonna think of something now. We need to avoid them and find a way back to send them whatever place they come crawling from. Okay..." You muttered to yourself.

Rayman grabbed your hand off of his mouth and muttered your name.

"Not now, I am thinking.”

"But-”

You sushed him, "No, nope, sush, no talking! I don't wanna listen! Just lemme think!”

He stared at you unamused but his expression quickly changed to something nervous. He called out your name again this time a bit louder.

You groaned, rubbing your face, "Ray, What part of "be quiet" don't you understand? What do you want?! You want them to find us?!”

He choked out, "Ahh, about that…”

"Look I only wanted a peaceful day today, getting chased by a crazy herd, not what I had in mind- annnd.... They find us, didn't they?" You sighed.

He nodded, "Pretty much." Soon enough all kinds of sharp-tipped spares were extended towards from all sides. You both quickly raised your hands in the air, surrounded by them. You cursed under your breath not amused at all.

"Well, this could have gone much worse.”

You soon find yourselves in a cell, soon to be turned into a chewing toy. Surrounded by many of them readying the meal you will be in today.

"You have to jinx it, didn't you?" Before he can open his mouth again you threatened showing a rock, "If you open your mouth one more time I swear I’ll force this inside your mouth—”

He raised his hand, "Jeez, alright, alright. I am sorry! What got into you today?” He knew you wouldn't actually do that. You love him too much for that. (But, did you have it in you? Yes. Would you actually do that if he was someone else? Most definitely. Is he afraid of this fact? Absolutely. He definitely know to not underestimate you.) He couldn't help but admit that it sounded so absurd coming from you in that moment though. It also shouldn't amused him but it did.

You forced a short laugh, "What got into me? Oh, lemme think." You sarcastically mumbled, mocking him and tapped your chin as if you were thinking.

He frowned, not letting you start sorting it all out, "Okay, okay. I get it. I said sorry, didn't I? It was lame of me to even ask that. Sorry for trying to be nice.” He stuck his tongue out playfully.

"A sorry not gonna save us from becoming a MEAL OF THE DAY!!" You groaned.

He hummed and shrugged, "I wouldn't worry much. After all this isn't the first time I was imprisoned.”

You stared at him, "We saved your ass when you were imprisoned."

"Saved me?" He smirked, "If I remember correctly, which I know I am, you and Globox were also imprisoned for the sake of saving me, I am touched really. Though it was a weak plan, assuming being held captive was part of your idea~"

You grumbled grimacing, "It was Globox's idea. I didn't have anything better to do so I just followed along. BUT we did save your ass didn't we? That's what counts! Besides, I'm not seeing you having any bright ideas!!”

"Who said I didn't have any?" He grinned, noticing your pause.

You give him a face, "If you had a plan this whole time... WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO?!" God, so that’s why he has been acting so relaxed! He has always been some kind of a laid back person, but this would be too much (Not counting the fact that he knows when to strike). In fact, he should have been happy that he had a reasonable explanation for this situation because you were about to slap him hard for how careless he had been so far and how careless he had been all day.

"Calm down! It was a work in progress and now I am not gonna jinx it again. So, are you in or not?”

You give him a side glare at him and turn away.

He sighed, "Look, I am sorry. Sincerely, coming from the deepest of my heart. I really didn't mean to cause all this. It's also my fault that you are involved in my mess too. So, at least let me help to fix it, okay? You can kick my ass after this." He kind of dragged you away, yes, but it was to save you and you were thankful that he did (how wouldn't you?) but that doesn't mean he is also the one to start all these.

You heaved a sigh, and shook your head with a soft smile, "Lead the way, eggplant." You grinned seeing his little eye roll. You definitely gonna remember the last thing he said.

“I will save us. That’s a promise.” He sounded even more genuine.

“Yeah, yeah. You better be. I don’t wanna end up as a snack before bedtime. So, care to tell me the plan?”

He grinned mischievously, a determined glint in his eyes, "You will find out soon enough. You know me. It's not that complicated to figure out. Even better when you know they are not too smart to figure out."

You raised a brow not fond of him still depriving you of an explanation. But you guessed it was better to leave like that seeing those creatures still roaming all around.

Soon after your 'nice' conversations you both find yourselves tied up together in a cauldron full of water with a fire burning underneath. The creatures throwing chopped vegetables on you.

Your unamused expression hardened, "How much longer are we going to wait?" You grumbled. "They are slowly cooking us alive!"

"Yeah, I won't be a good dinner for them. You have more areas where they can chew off." You swear he was laughing behind you. You growled and hit him in the head with your own, you had no other option. Your arms were tied. "Don't start again! I'm serious! I'm starting to get worried. My feet are burning!”

He hissed in pain, "Sorry, force of habit... or maybe coping... either way..." he took a sharp breath, "My plan gonna work."

"You are not even doing anything! What kind of plan is that? Just admit already that you have no idea how we can get out of this station!”

"No, because I do. I'm just waiting for the right moment.”

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah. And I believe that. I am sure you do-- Wait a fucking moment." You hissed. You can't belive you forget about his ability, "You fucking have control all over your body! Whatever the floaty, gravity bending thing you do! You can easily get out of this rope!! They only tied our bodies, not hands or feet! Fuck! Why didn't you do something about this earlier Rayman?! Are you trying to piss me off on purpose! I swear---" Your words are stuffed inside your mouth, literally. One of the creatures got annoyed (or tired) of your talking and harshly pushed an apple in your mouth. Your eye twitched in annoyance. Rayman glanced back with a stuffed laugh. Okay, maybe you did deserve this but you are not gonna admit that. You gave him a death glare and he quickly looked away. But you still heard his stuffed snickers and feel his shaking body.

He nudges your side with his hand and your eyes quickly widen, "For your concern, ya think I would forget about something my own body capable of since forever? I already handled that. And for your nice question, like I said, I am one step ahead of you, darling~" he quickly hid the key before one of the creatures could see and cautiously examined the surroundings carefully.

He whispered, "When I came back here there was no way out of this place but the hole I fell down from. Thankfully, I was able to crawl back out but there is no sight of that hole anymore so I am gonna assume they blocked it. So there is only one option left for us to choose. What we're gonna do is, use the real door. The one I couldn't pass before. And for that we needed the key. Though one of us is gonna need to distract them while the other opens the door. Then we both escape and lock them in here, like it should have been." You're gonna kick his ass for not telling you about this sooner and made you believe that he actually didn't have any clue. Though you didn't know which one is good, his acting for the sake of the creatures (you have no idea what they are) not notice? Or him playing with you just for fun. Actually... you were happy that he did have a plan. Because it would be the worst tragicomic death in the hero's history.

His eyes widened when he felt your weight on his back... more than normally. You two were back to back forcefully pressed together yeah but... you were leaning on him? In relief? Comfort? He didn't know. But he couldn't help his lips turn into a soft smile.

"Well, I might ruin our moment here..." he trailed off. "I love hot baths as much as the next person but we should get moving. I don't think I like vegetable soup especially if we are in it.”

He felt the vibration of your laugh on his back causing his smile to widen. He glanced back at you with a smirk, his hand helping you to remove the red apple as he whinked.

"You ready to kick some little ass?" Those green creatures were nearly half of your height. You still can't believe how you two get caught that easily. You two were unprepared. But this time will be different.

You smirked, "It's always so nice to fight alongside you.”

"That's good to hear because I really needed that." He hummed as he slowly unwrapped the tight rope from around both of you, "You know, thinking our situation it's both humiliating and funny as hell. It could be our little secret. How's that sound?”

"Like heaven, and also the thought of what I can do after I get back home. Sleep all day long. Sounds good, huh?" You snickered knowing that's exactly what he will do too.

"After kicking my ass?”

You held back a laugh, "You want to be beaten up that much?” You pressed your back on his on purpose this time with a smirk.

He glanced back at you, "I think all the fighting we are gonna do here will be enough.”

"Agreed." You both jumped out of the cauldron within a fighting stance, raising up your fists.

You bawled, "Who wanna have some of these?" You showed your fists.

The creatures stood staring. Soon all screamed a war cry running towards you. You two smirked and launched.

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[eddie-van-munson]

Keeping You Safe (Eddie Munson x Byers!Reader)

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Summary: Your dad (Lonnie) drops in at the house unannounced one afternoon while Will and Eddie are scheming for Hellfire, leaving Eddie black and blue. Hearing you talk about your childhood brings Eddie back to his own.

Warnings: Stories about the Reader and Eddie's Abusive Fathers, Talk of Blood/Bruises, Series Typical Violence, Cursing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Mentions of Death/Grief, Mentions of Bullying, Cigarettes, Fighting, One Sex Joke, Abuser Uses the Word 'f**', She/Her Pronouns.

A/N: I teased this FOREVER ago and its finally here! I wanted to say that while I didn't go into detail in the story, Eddie DEFINITELY got in some punches. I don't know how to feel about this one over all but I love the song Eddie's mom wrote. I'm so soft for momma's boy Eddie.

Please leave a comment and tell me what you think!!!

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Your heart nearly stopped when you picked up the phone. Will sobbed into the receiver, croaking unintelligibly. You gripped the storefront counter, panic frying every last one of your nerve endings, just as the phone had fried in your mother's hands two years ago as she listened to those same cries. 

"Will? Will, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Wha-" 

"Eddie...E-Eddie is..." 

You hadn't realized it was possible to be hit simultaneously with relief and more panic. "Eddie's hurt? Are you at home? What happened?" You snatched the keys from the desk, stretching the phone chord around the wall as you scrambled to clock out. 

"D-Dad was here."  Will choked through deep breaths as you fumbled with your punch card, shooting your coworker an urgent look. "Dad was here and I'm scared-" 

"It's ok. Hey, no no no. It's ok buddy. I'll be there in five minutes, alright? Give me five minutes." 

You threw your coat on frantically as you ran out to your car, the only indication your boss had received being the ring of the bell when the door opened. 

***********

"Who the hell are you?" The man spat, his brow furrowing at the sight of Eddie.

Ah. Lonnie Byers.

Eddie had never met the man in his life, but he had enough experience with abusive fathers to know that this guy was definitely yours.

"I'm Eddie." He kept his voice still and confident, trying to look unbothered. He propped his arms across the back of the couch confidently. "Who the hell are you?"

Lonnie scoffed, "What are you doing in my house, kid? You want me to call the cops?" 

"I don't think that'd end up well for you, man. But, be my guest." He shrugged non-chalantly, crossing his legs on the coffee table.

Lonnie opened his mouth to shout, forehead creased with anger, but paused. "Wait a second...I know exactly who you are." 

Eddie's brows crooked as he stared down the older man.

The man's jaw flexed, "You're Manson's kid. You run that cult over at the school." 

The corner of Eddie's mouth tugged mischievously, "It's Munson, actually." 

Lonnie grabbed the game book that'd been left open on the table, glancing at the artwork before flinging it across the room carelessly. His muddy boot planted itself on the table in its place.

"You killed that little Cunningham girl didn't you?"

Eddie's expression went slack, anger boiling in his stomach. He swallowed thickly, ignoring the jab.

"What the hell are you doing here, you freak? You gonna pluck my daughter's eyes out? Break her bones?"

The room went silent as Eddie's face slowly split into a knowing grin. "No." He looked him directly in the eyes. "But I do have a date with her in an hour."

Lonnie lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him up off of the couch. "You're not gonna lay a fucking hand on my daughter." 

Eddie choked through a laugh.  "Oh, trust me. Your daughter is very well acquainted with my hands." 

Before he even knew what happened, Lonnie's fist gave a sickening crack against Eddie's temple. Stars danced in his eyes as he was flung down onto the rough carpet, the wind knocking from his lungs. Eddie wheezed through a weak laugh, groaning. God, he hoped Will would stay quiet in his room. Based on the blow he'd just taken, Lonnie would have no problem busting down a door.

"You think that's fucking funny, freak?" Lonnie yelled, towering over Eddie's crumpled form. 

Eddie struggled to breathe, "A little."  

He turned just in time for the toe of Lonnie's boot to ram into his ribs instead of his stomach. The second blow was worse. Eddie could taste copper in his mouth as he tried to remember how to breathe. 

He much preferred Jason Carver

***********

Your hands trembled as you drove, tears clouding your vision. 

This was your worst nightmare. It was why Will was never left home alone, even though he was well old enough to be. Your dad had always had a temper and a violent streak. When you were young, it hadn't been uncommon to hear the sharp sound of a slap cut through the air during his arguments with your mom. Ever since the divorce, Will had become the target of his anger. He was always calling to shout at your mom, accusing her of "raising that boy to be a fag". That, and bitterly claiming that "That boy needs a father around, Joyce. He needs someone to beat some sense into him." 

Your driving was getting hazardous by the time you reached the house. You flew through the front door, heart sinking at the sight of your boyfriend sitting propped against the hall's wood paneling. Will sat beside him, looking visibly shaken. 

"Eddie..." You breathed his name, hands trembling as you dropped to your knees beside him. You held his face gently in your hands, assessing the damage. 

He smiled at you through a wince, "Hi, sweetheart." 

"Christ, What have you done?"

He smirked, nodding towards your brother.  "Well, I had to stand up for Will the Wise, didn't I? It's party rules." 

You cursed under your breath as you pushed his bangs back from his hurt forehead. A dark bruise painted his temple and cheekbones, a smeary trail of blood dripping from his nose all the way down to the collar of his shirt. It'd be a miracle if his nose wasn't broken. His pretty lower lip had a bad nick in it, and anxiety churned in your stomach when you noticed how stiff his movements were. 

"Jesus, Eds. Stay here, ok?" You darted around the house quickly, locking every door and window you could find, before grabbing a clean washcloth from the kitchen. You took your brother's hand sweetly when you returned, "I need you to do me a favor alright? Do you think you can call Hopper? Tell him what happened?" 

Eddie groaned at the idea of involving the cops, but Will nodded solemnly. You ignored your boyfriend's complaint, propping your shoulder beneath his arm. 

"Let's get you to my room, Bruiser." 

He chuckled, eyes scrunching pain as you helped lift him up onto his feet. "Princess, I know I look awfully pretty right now, but it might not be the best time for you to have your way with me." 

You rolled your eyes at his smirk, wondering how he was still able to be a cocky bastard with an actively bloody nose. 

You were gentle as you helped him sit on your bed, heart aching sympathetically at his soft curses. "Hey...shhh 's ok. Tell me what hurts."  

He slowly fought to catch his breath, scrunching his eyes. "It'd be easier to list what doesn't hurt, actually." 

You noticed him tense with every rise and fall of his chest. "He got your ribs, didn't he?" 

Eddie chuckled weakly, "Yeah. A couple of kicks to the stomach."

You bit your lower lip, shaking your head at the mental image. You fought it hard, but your eyes glossed, lip quivering.

 "Hey...It's alright." Eddie stroked your hair,  biting back the pain as he brushed the beginnings of a tear from your lower lashes. "Everything's alright, sweetheart. Will's ok, huh? That's all that matters." 

You sniffled, "What about you?" 

"Me?" He chuckled, wiping some blood from his nose with the back of his hand. "I'm right as rain, babe. You should see the other guy." 

A tear finally welled over as you gave him a sad, grateful smile, but you quickly brushed it away when Will peeked his head into your room.

He looked nervous still, guilt swimming in his eyes. "Hopper said he'd be on the look out for dad's car." Your brother fiddled with the latch on the little red first aid kit he'd retrieved from under the bathroom sink, his eyes unable to meet Eddie's. "He's going to come by later to file a report, but he said to make sure the doors are locked."  

You took the kit from his hands, laying it on the bed beside you. You scrambled for words, unable to think of a way to ease his mind when your own was racing. Eddie supplemented. 

"What's wrong, dude?" He patted an empty spot on the bed, inviting Will to sit.

Will was quiet for a moment, his voice soft when he finally spoke. "You got hurt and it's my fault." 

You took your brother's hand, soothingly. Eddie shook his head. "No, man. I got hurt because your dad's an asshole. That's not your fault." 

Will focused on the comforter, toying with the fabric. "I could've...I don't know. I should've helped." 

Eddie nudged him gently with his sneaker. "Oh come on, Byers. You've faced some pretty gnarly shit all on your own. It's ok to let me help out every once in a while." 

"But I just sat there!" He argued, pitifully. "I just sat in my room while he-..." 

Will trailed off, tears welling. Eddie sat up, biting back the pain as he crooned to meet his eyes. 

"Hey..." He mussed his hair, lovingly. "I know it sucks, man. But can I tell you something?"

Will nodded.

"When I was a kid,  my dad used to show up out of nowhere too...pull all the same shit. My mom always told me to go to my room and lock the door and all that, right? Just like I told you to do earlier."

Will nodded, listening dutifully as he blinked back tears.

Eddie shook his head, "I fucking hated it. They would fight and I would just be stuck in there listening to it."

Eddie's eyes glazed with memories. You could tell they hurt.  Your stomach churned.

"So when I got older and dad was locked up, I asked mom about it, you know? 'Why did you make me stay in my room? I could've helped. He was hurting you, mom.'"

Your eyes stung.

"But you know what she said? She said 'Your dad did hurt me, Eddie. But it would've been so much more painful for me to see him hurt you."

Will stared off, pensively.  You took his hand, squeezing it gently.

Eddie nodded, "I'd so much rather get my ass kicked than to see you get hurt. I mean that. You did what I told you to. You stayed safe and that's what's fuckin' important."

Your brother's shoulders relaxed a bit, "I suppose so." 

A smile tugged at Eddie's lips. "I know so. And what I say goes because I'm the Dungeon Master. So there." 

Will laughed, and the sound was like pure sunshine. You took Eddie's hand, squeezing it appreciatively. He squeezed yours back. 

Eddie's dimples were pretty as he smiled. "You know what would make me feel better?"

Will narrowed his eyes, "What's that?" 

"New character sheets for Hellfire....drawn by the most skillful renderer in all of Hawkins, The William Byers..." 

Your brother blushed, hiding his smile, "Come off it, Eds." 

"I mean it!" He laughed heartily as he clutched his ribs. 

Will stood from the bed, crossing his arms, "I'll think about it." 

Eddie laid back against the headboard, "Well you better think quick, because your sister's about to take my shirt off so she can doctor me up, and things are liable to get pretty steamy. She's a total animal when she sees me-" 

"Eddie!" Your cheeks went pink, but Eddie only giggled at your indignation. 

Will threw his hands up in surrender, immediately hightailing it out of your room. "Fine! Ok! I'll go!" 

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Eddie gave a borderline pornographic moan when you carefully laid a hot water bottle over his side. You cooed to him softly, pushing his hair back from his forehead. "Theerree it is. Too hot?" 

He shook his head dumbly, enjoying your hands in his hair. "Feels good." 

You smiled as you knelt beside him. He was all clean now, and while he definitely had some bumps and cuts, he looked much better. You pecked his forehead and his nose gently before finally granting him a soft kiss on the lips. 

He hummed, smiling lazily. "What was that for?" 

"Because I love you." 

He chuckled happily, "Well shit, baby. In that case..." He tugged the collar of your shirt gently as he brought your lips back to his, long and slow and deep. 

You were breathless when you finally parted, and Eddie looked very proud of himself as he guided you up to lay beside him on the bed. 

You sighed, playing with his hair, adjusting the cold pack you'd given him carefully so it better rested against his temple. You watched his big brown eyes flutter shut as you worked, "If Jonathan were here, he'd welcome you to the family." 

"Hmm." Eddie winced as he adjusted the pillow beneath his head. "Why's that?" 

He saw your eyes glaze a bit with memories, your expression fading. "He used to say you're not a Byers unless Lonnie's knocked you around, some." 

The room was quiet for a long time. Finally, Eddie reached over to rub your arm soothingly, squeezing your hand. He had questions that he didn't want to ask. 

"Did Will see him hit you?" You rasped, keeping your face hard and emotionless. 

"No." Eddie reassured you. "I told him to go the second I heard someone coming up the driveway. He didn't see anything." 

Your shoulders relaxed a little. Will didn't need to have anything added to his list of nightmares. "Do you think he heard?"

Eddie swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the anger that swelled in his belly at the thought of Will hearing his own father berate him through the walls. "I'm not sure. I think he might have put on some music." 

He hadn't, but Eddie knew the idea would ease your mind. 

You thought through his words before sighing, reaching into your bedside table for a cig and a lighter. "He used to shove him around when he was little. Jonathan and I too, but it was different with Will..." You choked, hands trembling as you lit your cigarette. "Will's always been so…so small. Too small to hold a heart so big." 

Your voice tightened, words croaking. 

"Mom had to work during the week and I would pick Will up from Pre-K on my way home from school." Eddie's heart ached as he watched you recall it. "I'd carry him around on my hip all afternoon because I was so worried he'd stumble into Dad's path and-" 

You shook your head, abandoning the thought. 

"The night mom threw dad out of the house, Will was only three. He saw dad using the TV remote and he wanted to try too." Eddie could hear the anger in every word. "He was just a baby…he picked up the remote from the coffee table and dad grabbed his little wrist so tight in his fist. I thought he was going to snap it." 

"Jesus…" Eddie cursed thickly, nausea settling in his upper stomach. 

"Mom heard Will crying and she ran in and saw what was happening. She made him leave…said she'd call the cops if he came back." You chewed your lower lip. "We all slept in her room with her that night." 

Eddie was hit with a wave of emotion, a memory he'd long packed away resurfacing. He used to do the same on particularly bad nights. He could vaguely remember his mom's hands stroking through his short curls, soothingly. 

There was a long silence. Finally, he reached for you, and you were quick to put out your cig and melt into him. He held you as best as he could, ignoring the ache in his muscles. He'd long since abandoned his ice pack, but you didn't have it in you to argue for it. 

You stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other's arms as you listened to his steady heartbeat. You thought he might have drifted off by the time he finally spoke again. 

"I used to do the same with my mom." He hummed it so softly against your head that you almost didn't catch it. "On the nights dad came around…" 

His eyelashes fluttered as you reached up to graze your thumb ever so lightly over his bruised cheek. He stared off, lost in thought. 

Your heart stilled. Eddie never talked about his mom. His conversation with Will was the first he'd ever mentioned her.

You only knew two things about her, and those you'd learned from Wayne. He'd given you a pat on the back one evening when he saw you admiring a photo of her and Eddie together. "I wish you could've known him before we lost her." He'd hummed weakly.

 He told you she'd died a few weeks before Eddie turned eighteen. Eddie had been asleep beside her hospital bed, head resting in her lap when she'd slipped away. 

He told you Eddie had loved her more than life itself. 

It was hard for Eddie to think about her too much, now. It made him hurt. Still, he found himself remembering her so often around you. 

 Growing up, it'd been him and his mom against the world. It was the sweetest time he could remember, filled with memories of her mussing his hair  and running barefoot with him outside. He could see her smile so vividly in his memories from childhood…hear her giggling as she strummed up silly little songs about him on her guitar. 

My baby will only eat meatballs. He likes them with parmesan cheese.

My baby will only eat meatballs. That's why I call him Spag-Eddie.

My boy, he's as wild as a grizzly. He's even got curly brown hair.

My boy, he's as wild as a grizzly. That's why I call him Eddie Bear. 

Everything sweet soured when his dad starting coming around.

You'd always known Eddie's dad had abused him. You'd found out one night as you'd been tracing a scar on his shoulder. It was oddly shaped in comparison to the countless others that'd been left by the bats…small and round. 

"This one is already healed up." You hummed softly, pressing your lips to it gently. 

Eddie tensed. "That one wasn't from the bats." 

There was a long silence. "What was it from?" 

His voice was soft when he finally answered, as if he was a little boy.

"A cigarette." 

You were overcome with a sense of protectiveness, holding him tighter at the memory. He groaned, "Ribs…" 

You gasped, pulling back. "Fuck, Eds. I'm sorry." 

He smiled, " 's ok. I mean, I think I've got a punctured lung now, but it's fine."

Giggling softly, you crooned over his sore body to kiss him. He sighed happily against your lips. 

"We need to take you in for an x-ray…" You hummed softly, hoping your kisses were enough of a spoonful of sugar to make the medicine go down. 

He made a displeased sound, scrunching his nose. "I don't need an x-ray. I'm fine. I've never felt better." 

You chuckled against his lips as he pulled you closer greedily. "Ed's half of your rib cage is purple. Your nose is broken."

He bit his lip, shooting you a pretty boy smile. "You still think I'm pretty though, right?" 

You snorted, giving a roll of your eyes as you gently pinched his cheek. "You're always pretty." 

He giggled, "Well that's all that really matters."

**********

Your mom loved Eddie. She had from the moment she saw him. Joyce Byers had a special place in her heart for "strays", and Eddie was most definitely one of them. 

She'd known of him long before you'd started dating. Whispers about the Munsons were harsh and abundant around town. A few of the moms on the PTA had even started a petition to have him removed from school when he'd first started classes, claiming that he "was a loaded gun with a father like that." 

Joyce had never bought into it. She saw the boy every morning when she dropped you off at school. He wasn't dangerous. He was tired and lonely. He didn't have a mother looking after him anymore.

 It became a habit for your mom to glance around for Eddie when she dropped you off in the mornings, double checking that he was carrying a lunch, and that no one was bothering him. 

The two of you became quick friends as the school year went on. Joyce was always ready and waiting to greet Eddie with a hug and a snack every time he visited. By the time the two of you started dating, he was practically part of the family, already. 

Your mom and your brother were on a college visit together in California when you called to tell them what had happened with Lonnie. Eddie could hear you trying to calm them down from the other room as you explained the situation over the phone, but he knew your family well enough to know it wouldn't do much good. 

Eddie had managed to escape the encounter with little more than a nasty bruise and a cracked rib, and luckily, that would heal all on its own. By the night after, he was already feeling well enough to help you make dinner. That's where he was, in fact, when your mother and Jonathan got home. 

Your mom practically burst through the front door, dropping her suitcase.

"Where is he?" She glanced around the room, expression immediately crumbling at the sight of a still-bruised Eddie. She let out a sob, rushing to him. "Oh god…"

she squeaked, checking him over protectively before pulling him into a hug.

"Thank you. Thank you. Oh, sweetheart..." She croaked, petting his hair.  "You're such…such a good kid." 

Maybe it was the way Joyce had always taken care of him. Maybe he was just feeling sentimental. But for just a moment, Eddie felt like he was hugging his mom again. 

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[pinkandblueblurbs]

after-party

jim hopper x fem!reader. fluff. age gap (reader is college aged), underage drinking, drunkenness, lightly implied child abuse (just to be safe), suggestiveness, references to sex

a/n: i wrote this to take place sometime after this little headcanon, so reader and hopper have that pre-established history.

a/n 2: this is not proofread and im not very happy with it but its my first full hop piece so. yeah. take it as you will

word count: 2k

You barely hear the shouts or the pounding on the door, barely blink open your eyes to see the lines of kids walking by the couch you occupy and towards the exit. The sounds and lights all hurt your pounding head, so you opt to let yourself slip into a comfortable unconsciousness as much as you can.

You’re pulled back to reality by a hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently while a low baritone speaks to you.

“C’mon, kid. Wake up.”

You force your eyes open with a groan, and despite the too-bright lights and fuzziness of your vision you manage to recognize the serious face before you.

“Hopper...?” You murmur blearily, mouth dry and mind sluggish. “What’re- oh, shit.”

“Yeah, shit.” He echoes. “You’re busted.” He rises from his crouch, nodding towards the door, and you try to ignore the flutter in your stomach at the way he looks looming over you. “Stand up, it’s time to go.” 

It takes you a few long seconds to process his words, and he watches you while you do, looking unimpressed as you blink at him. “Can you stand up?” 

“Course I can stand up.” You finally reply, swinging your legs over the side of the sofa and planting your feet on the floor. That movement alone has your head spinning, but the alcohol has stripped you of your reasoning, so rather than take a moment to collect yourself you shoot right to your feet.

It feels like standing on a boat, like the ground is tilting under you, but you only have to sway there for a moment before strong hands are reaching out to grip your arms and hold you steady. 

“I’ve got you, kid.” Hopper moves to your side, still holding you upright as he starts taking slow steps towards the door. You follow his lead, using all of your concentration to not trip over your own feet. “Let’s get you home.”

You hum, picturing your soft bed and warm sheets, eager to be back in a horizontal position. Being upright makes your headache worse, and every time you move the contents of your stomach threaten to rise up through your throat. Yeah, going home sounds nice.

You make it all the way out to Hopper’s car- with only a few near wipe-outs and mutters of “careful”- before you remember it’s not your bed that will be at the door to greet you.

“Wait-” Hopper’s opening the passenger side door and you reach out to push it closed again, ignoring his annoyed huff. “I can’t go home.”

“You can’t go home?” He looks down at you as you lean haphazardly against his car. “Why’s that?”

“My parents,” you slur, “my parents will be pissed.”

“Your parents will be pissed.” He keeps doing that- repeating what you say back to you, as if he wants you to hear how stupid it sounds. You scowl. “Pissed at you for going to a party full of underaged drinking and getting the cops called on you? I’d be mad too, kid.”

You shake your head, eyes wide and heart thrumming at the mere thought of facing your parents. “No, you don’t get it. They’ll be really mad.” Something in his face softens as he looks down at you and sees the unmasked fear in your expression. He sighs, and once again reaches for the door handle.

“Alright, well, you can’t stay here.” He opens the door. “Get in.”

You let him coax you into the passenger seat, a sigh of relief leaving your lips when your butt is firmly planted and you no longer have to rely on your legs to keep you upright. You grab for the seatbelt and pull it over your body while Hopper closes the door and goes around to the driver’s side.

“You buckled?” He asks once he’s settled, looking over at you and assessing the strap across your front.

“Yup.” You respond, popping the p. A faint smile crosses Hopper’s face, and he starts the car.

“Then we’re off.”

You rest your forehead against the window as he drives, watching the blur of trees and road signs that whir by. There’s a heavy silence for a few moments, until Hopper speaks.

“You go to that party alone?” He asks. He’s trying to sound casual, but even in your inebriated haze you catch on to the tension in his voice, and you know you’re in for a lecture.

“No,” you murmur softly, picking idly at your cuticle, “went with friends.”

“With friends.” You can feel him glance at you, but you keep your eyes trained out the window. “And these friends just up and left you? Left you passed out on the couch?”

“Guess so.” You shrug. You can hear Hopper intake a sharp breath.

“What are your friends’ names?” His strained tone brings you to finally look at him. Your stomach flips anxiously when you see the angry furrow of his brow. He glances at you again, and your nerves must be visible on your face, because he looks back at the road and speaks again.

“I’m not mad, kid. I’m not gonna get you and your friends in trouble.” He still sounds rigid, but the words are genuine. “I’m just curious to know what kind of assholes would leave you like that.”

You keep your gaze on him, studying his profile as he watches the road. Your foggy mind wanders briefly, taking in his handsome features and remembering the last time you’d seen him. You look at his hands on the wheel, remembering the way they felt gripping your waist.

You blink a few times to clear your head, struggling to remember the conversation at hand. Something about being left alone by your “asshole friends.”

“I’m alright, y’know.” You murmur after the long pause, unsure what else to say.

He takes one more glance at you, takes in your slouched posture and glassy eyes, remembers you stumbling out to the car. You think for a second that he’s going to argue, but he just sighs and turns forward again.

“Yeah.” His voice has turned softer, almost reassuring, though you can’t tell whether he’s reassuring you or himself. “You’re alright now.”

The rest of the drive passes in silence. Once the car pulls up to the small cabin Hopper gets out, then moves around to help you do the same.

He walks you up to the door and lets you inside then guides you over to the couch, which you unceremoniously flop onto.

“You can sleep there, alright? I’ll get you a pillow and blanket.”

You hum your assent, looking around the small space curiously while he pops into another room. A few moments later he comes back with a knitted blanket and a somewhat limp, deflated looking pillow. He tosses both to you, and you don’t move to catch them, you just track them with your eyes as they land on your lap.

“Get comfortable.” He instructs gruffly before turning and walking into the small kitchen.

You do as you’re told, leaning the pillow against the armrest of the couch, folding it over once so it has some mass to it. Before you can lay down Hopper’s back at the side of the sofa, glass of water in hand.

“Here,” he holds it out to you, and you take it without question.

“The bathroom’s that door right there, and I’ll be in my room there if you need anything.” He points out the two rooms then nods at the glass in your hand.

“Now drink that and get some sleep. Alright?” You nod, eyes flitting up to him as you start to drink. He offers you a satisfied nod of his own and turns to walk away, disappearing into his bedroom.

You drink half and set down the glass, the fluid sloshing uncomfortably in your already agitated stomach. He must hear the heavy thud as it meets the table, because he calls out “all of it, kid! You’ll thank me in the morning.”

With a frown you pick the glass back up- because he’s right, you’re in for a miserable hangover as it is- and down the rest of the water.

You try to follow his other instruction to get some sleep; you shift around on the sofa to find a position that doesn’t feel contorted, you bunch up the sorry excuse for a pillow so it can offer some support to your throbbing head.

It’s all in vain, however, because you still find yourself awake. Awake and uncomfortable and thinking about the man one room over.

Before you have a chance to give it any real thought- if you’re even capable of real thoughts at the moment- your body’s in motion, heavy feet bringing you to the doorway of Hopper’s room.

“Hop?” You step into the dark space and walk over to the bed. The man lifts his head with a groggy grunt and a confused utterance of your name.

“Need something, hon?” He lets the name slip in his tiredness, and a smile graces your lips.

“Can I sleep in here?” You ask softly, reaching out to finger over the material of his comforter. The man rubs his eyes and heaves a sigh, starting to get up. “No!” You exclaim in a rush, causing him to stop in his tracks and fix you with a disgruntled look. “I mean, can both of us sleep in here.”

He lets out another sigh. “Nice try, kid, but no. You’re drunk.”

“It’s not like that.” You murmur. “I just wanna sleep, that’s all.”

He studies you for a moment, contemplating, and you offer him your most pleading expression. Eventually, there’s a third sigh.

“Alright. C’mere.” You beam at him and practically throw yourself into the bed, colliding with his side and pulling a low “oof” from his chest. For a second you think he’s going to make you scoot over, but then he’s letting his arm drop down around you and holding you in.

He’s warm, and he smells just the way you remember, and his chest makes a far better pillow than the one from the sofa.

“This is much better.” You shift your gaze to look up at him, finding his eyes closed. He still looks serious, even so close to sleep, but he also looks a bit more peaceful.

“Yeah?” You nod against him with a soft “mhm.” “Good. Now we can both get some fucking sleep.”

You hum and close your eyes, grinning to yourself.

“Then maybe in the morning we can-“

“I said sleep.” It’s as stern and gruff as ever, but you can hear the hint of amusement in his tone. Your giggle is the last thing he hears before sleep takes you both.

—

Come morning the first thing you notice is that your head is pounding worse than the night before. The sun is bright through the blinds as you force open your eyes, and you groan, struggling for a while to convince yourself to get up out for bed.

Once you do you stumble out of the bedroom and are immediately hit with the smell of coffee and eggs. There are a pillow and blanket left abandoned on the sofa, and at the table are two sets of mugs, forks, and plastic plates. You move towards the kitchen to find Hopper’s large form standing in front of the stove. He turns to look at you.

“There she is. Morning, sunshine.” He says dryly, taking in your groggy state. All you can muster in response is a vague grunt, and he lets out a huff of amusement, pushing the eggs around in the pan.

You watch him for a moment, slowly coming back to yourself, before your gaze settles back on the made-up sofa.

“Hop,” you start, voice slightly croaky. “You didn’t have to give me the bed.”

He turns to look at you again, and the corners of his mouth twitch upwards in a smile that you can’t quite discern. He clicks off the burner and steps away from the stove, holding the pan of eggs in hand.

“Don’t worry about it, hon.” The term makes your heart stutter. “You needed a good night’s sleep more than me. Had to sober you up somehow.” He flashes you a grin, and you return it, gratitude swelling in your chest.

“Now c’mere, have a seat.” He’s dumping a portion of eggs onto each plate. “I hope you like ‘em scrambled.”

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Oh my gosh, Erika. I finally thought of an Eddie thing to send you. So, I have adhd and I zone out a lot, y’know like daydreaming etc. And I was wondering, what with the whole bit with Chrissy not responding to Eddie when he tried to snap her out of her trance, how would Eddie feel if you zoned out on him? Maybe mid-conversation? You didn’t mean to, your mind just wandered. And then Eddie snaps his fingers and you look at him, and he’s relieved that you’re ok. (I’m sorry, Eddie😭 I can’t help it)

Hey, Allie!!💖 Thanks for your request hasdfghjkl I hope you enjoy! I wrote something similar to this a few days ago (the knuckle cracker drabble) so I apologise for any overlaps.

Anyone but you // e.m. x gn!reader

Content: ADHD!Eddie, reader totally checks out in a daydream, post-Chrissy but before everything else because in this house we can only stand hurting Eddie just a little, swearing, angst (canon compliant & in line with the ending of ep.1 and the boathouse scenes in ep.2), crying (Eddie), shouting (Eddie). Petnames (sweetheart, baby, honey), mentions of nausea/feeling sick (but no one is actually ill), situational anxiety, established relationship, mentions of the Upside Down. Mentions of reader looking like Chrissy but contextually it's meant specifically as the way Chrissy looks in the trance, and this is explicitly stated within the narrative. IT HAS NO BEARING ON THE READER'S APPEARANCE!!!!

I don't ever write reader to have specific characteristics, skin colour etc., I always keep it as vague as I can so that I can be as inclusive as possible.

Hurt, comfort, fluff.

Word count: 2, 619.

e.m. taglist: @eddiebunson @hersweetrevenge @sweetpeapod @sabbathsworld @hawkinsroyaloutcast @alliecheer007-88

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Nothing and no one made you daydream harder than Eddie.

His voice, his scent, those casual touches he bestowed upon his friends so often that it told an unspoken truth of just how touch starved he truly was, his laugh, that smile which always tried to split his face into two, those dimples and laugh lines... god, he was so beautiful and you always managed to get yourself so lost in him.

You could usually pull it off like it was nothing, daydreaming in the back of your head while the other part of you listened and interacted with him, but just sometimes, you sank so deep inside yourself that you went into a trance-like state, totally checking out of reality.

It happened at least once a day, honestly, but today was one of those days during which you couldn't pull it off. You went deep into your daydream and zoned out so hard that Eddie feared for your life.

And his heart.

You were stood in the kitchen, eyes looking through the air. They were glazed over, your hands by your sides, loosely clutching some headphones. It looked like you had been about to plug them in to your Walkman, or maybe rolling them around your hand so you could put them away neatly (not that it mattered, they still somehow managed to knot themselves up). You were stood totally still, there but not there all at once.

Eddie didn't notice right away; he was used to you daydreaming but he knew that you were still able to listen to him even when you went off in your own head. He longed to go with you, but watching the small smiles and other expressions cross your face often led his own imagination to go off on a tangent; he, too, had a raging case of ADHD.

It wasn't until you didn't respond to his joke, which he knew you would find funny - not a huff of air through your nose, not that beautiful laugh he'd burn the world down just to hear one more time, nothing - that Eddie stopped talking. He gave you ten seconds to respond to him; it was a system you had come up with in the early days of your friendship, that he would always give you ten seconds to come back into yourself and then respond before repeating himself, to avoid any frustrations or miscommunication for either party.

Ten seconds came and went. Five more, just for courtesy.

Still nothing.

Eddie's eyes shot up from where he had been fiddling with his steel rings, his hands in his lap, and he felt his stomach drop right through his feet and roll across the floor. He had only ever seen someone in a trance like that once and it had been the most traumatising and horrific experience of his life.

Chrissy.

You looked just like Chrissy.

"No." Eddie felt the nausea rising and he choked on a whimper. "N-no, no, no, no - " He was up and out of his seat in an instant, hands trembling fiercely as they fluttered about you like butterflies, never landing somewhere for long before they were off to land somewhere else. "Y/N! Hey, hi, hello!" Eddie waved his hands in front of your face; first his left hand, then his right, and then both at once.

Nothing.

His forehead grew hot, hotter still, burning him, and Eddie whimpered again, the sound thick. "Y/N, please, hello!" Eddie was patting at your shoulders lightly, his fingers spidered over the slopes there as he dragged his hands up your neck, cupped your face so gently. Fingers lightly tapped at the apples of your cheeks. "Y/N, please, please sweetheart, please wake up now. You know I don't like this, please, baby please, wake up now, wake up, Y/N!" He whimpered so loud, so hard, that it was almost a sob, and Eddie felt a tell-tale hot gush down his face on both sides, obscuring his vision.

It contorted your face even more and Eddie cried out as he snapped his fingers as hard as he could, right in front of your face, his fingers grazing across your nose. "Don't do this to me! Any - anyone but you, please, sweetheart, I - " Eddie looked down at the floor; you hadn't moved upwards like Chrissy did, but you still weren't awake. Your name tore itself from his throat. One more time, one more, just one more time. "Y/N!"

His panic woke you up.

You blinked once, twice, thrice, "Hm, what? E-Eddie?"

The reality of the situation knocked into Eddie so hard that he sunk to his knees right there in front of you, his hands covering his face. "Oh, jesus christ, jesus christ!" His whimpers and sobs were muffled, his hands pressed hard against his face. Tears ran in clear rivulets down his hands and dripped off his wrists, falling onto his tight black jeans like rain as you looked down at him, trying to come out of the fog still hanging over your mind quickly so that you could understand what had Eddie so scared, so upset.

All at once, you realised how it must have looked to Eddie, and the gasp from your throat ripped through the air as you practically threw yourself down in front of Eddie, fingers wrapping around his wrists and tugging his hands away from his face. "Hey, hey, Eddie," your voice was panicked, urgent, and it only made Eddie shake his head as he curled tighter and tighter into himself, his breathing picked up and that made yours pick up, and -

You stopped.

One deep inhale. Hold it, two three, exhale. Two, three. Focus on Eddie, he needs you now. Eddie, Eddie, focus on him.

Eddie.

All of the fog in your mind dissipated as your grip on his wrists squeezed lightly; I'm here. Eddie let you pull his hands away from his face this time, his eyes already swollen, his skin red and blotchy, and he whimpered as his chocolate eyes met yours for the first time since he had stood up from the sofa. "Hey, hi," You smiled softly at him, making a concerted effort to keep your voice soft. You were still panicking, your heart pounding in your head, "I'm so sorry I scared you, baby, I didn't - "

Eddie scrunched his face up, the relief and the fear coming off him in waves as he nodded his head, looking down at the floor before he tilted his head up to look at the ceiling, tears dripping down his cheeks as he took several slow measured breaths. His fists were clenched, bunched up in his jeans, and you took one of them in your own, fingers smoothing out his and interlocking them together before you brought your joined hands up to your chest, pressing down firmly. "I'm here, Eddie. With you. I'm so sorry I scared you, honey." Guilt was eating at you, but you brushed it off. Focus on Eddie, focus on Eddie... You couldn't even remember what you had been daydreaming about. It paled in comparison to the reality of a life with Eddie, anyway.

Eddie stared at your joined hands, his expression unreadable. He was trembling all over, cheeks damp and sticky with tears drying and those still shedding, small whimpers still leaving his lips even as he fought to calm down, adrenaline and fear and relief and love all rushing through his veins. "I - I thought - " Eddie whined, turned his face away from you, his hair a curtain shielding him from your view. "I thought you were - I thought I was gonna - "

No one had been there for Eddie the first time he went through this, and you would be damned if he had to experience it, however briefly, for a second time, alone.

"Hey, no," you cooed, catching his chin with your hand so you could look at him, "No, sweetheart. Shit, Eddie, I'm - " his face crumpled and yet another wave of tears came down, his shoulders shaking. "Oh, baby, c'mere." You opened your arms to him, unsure if Eddie wanted to be touched or not; when you and Dustin had found him in the boathouse, he had flinched away from the both of you and wouldn't let anyone near him. He had barely allowed a conversation, but Max and Dustin had coaxed him into it, and you had been so, so grateful to them and the others for helping you to take care of Eddie.

Bonds forged in the Upside Down were bonds made for life.

Eddie made another noise, one which tugged at your heartstrings, and he leaned forward and down; you watched him in confusion until he lowered his head onto your chest, and you understood. Eddie pressed his head down hard over where your heartbeat would be and he nosed at the fabric of your shirt, his hands clutching at your back like if he let go of you, he would simply die right there and then.

You sat there with him, listening to his sniffles and whimpers, which were softening and becoming quieter with each repetition, rubbing his back and pressing kisses down onto the crown of his head, your nose in his dark curls. "I've got you, Eddie, I'm here. I'm so sorry, baby."

Eddie's hands flexed around your shirt and he pulled away from you slowly, sniffling. He exhaled roughly, shook his head, and you reached forward with slow careful hands. You gave Eddie plenty of time to pull away but he didn't. He didn't. He pushed into your hands and your thumbs swiped slowly across his cheeks, wiping his tears away carefully. "All right, honey, it's all right," you were cooing and a part of you was embarrassed by it, but you also knew that what Eddie was most often missing, was the same tenderness he showed to other people. The way he treated others was how he wanted to be treated, and you knew that he would treat you like glass if the shoe was on the other foot, so there you were, cooing at him.

And Eddie was letting you. Soaking it all up like a sponge.

He needed it. He needed you.

One of Eddie's hands, still trembling, came up to cover the one you had on his cheek, and his fingers locked into yours, his dark eyes swimming with so many emotions it was hard to place even one of them. You held his eyes as steadily as you could, pushing down any hesitation or discomfort you felt with prolonged eye contact, and his other hand moved to press down over your heart again. When he couldn't feel it pounding against his hand as hard as he wanted to - so hard it was his own heartbeat - he frowned and pressed his hand against you so firmly that it almost hurt. It was a quiet desperation, panic clawed at him even in that moment, and then he was on you, arms around you tight, knocking you back onto the kitchen floor. His face was in your neck, his hair everywhere, hands clutching at your shoulders, your waist, your hips, your arms, anywhere and everywhere as Eddie touched as much of you as he could, face burrowed in your neck. He was shaking, crying, and all you could do was hold onto him. Eddie was one of those people who was okay until he wasn't and it never failed to take you for six because his emotions were always explosive.

You had seen him kick, scream, shout, yell, cry. You had seen him pace like a lion in a cage, you had seen him punch trees and hit walls, you had seen him sobbing on his knees. You had seen him so stoic and silent that you almost didn't want to be in the room with him just to escape his eyes. But in all the time you had known Eddie, you had never seen him fall apart so completely that he crumbled in your arms twice in the space of just one hour.

You rubbed his back, pressed kisses where you could reach, made yourself as available to him as you possibly could. You gave Eddie his space, granted him the closer-than-closeness he needed to accept that you were safe, alive, there. You watched the clock on the wall tick away five minutes, ten, seventeen... your body was getting sore from lying on the floor, but you still didn't move or try to get Eddie to move. He was calmer as the clock reached twenty minutes, just laying atop you, hands touching, stroking, feeling everywhere he could. Small sniffles escaped periodically but he wasn't crying or whimpering anymore and that meant he was beginning to calm down.

For the second time did Eddie sit up slowly. He ran a hand over his face, smearing tears everywhere, and you sat up with him, immediately did you cup his face as your lips found purchase anywhere and everywhere; his forehead, his eyebrows, his temples, his nose, the apples of his cheeks, his ears, his jaw, his chin... you didn't kiss his lips because it felt almost wrong when he was so torn up. You were barely holding yourself together, the guilt gnawed at you, and your jaw was aching from trying to keep from crying. The second Eddie saw you cry, he would forget all about himself, and you would not have that.

Focus on Eddie.

"Eddie, I'm sor - "

Eddie shook his head, brows creasing as he stood up, swiped another hand across his face and held the other down to you. He pulled you up to stand with him. "No more, baby. It's done, yeah? C'mere." You followed Eddie to his bedroom, the two of you done for the day as he flopped down on the bed, using his grip on you to tug you down atop him. He didn't even grunt when you landed somewhat heavily, clumsily, just wrapped his arms around your shoulders. "Don't cry, sweetheart."

Of course Eddie would notice that you were crying before you did. You smiled and said, "M'not."

"Liar." You could hear Eddie's smile. No matter what happened to him, no matter what he went through, he kept smiling, kept trying, kept making jokes, kept being Eddie, and this time your sob wouldn't let itself be stifled. You shook in Eddie's arms and he let you. He held you through it. All the guilt, the worry, came pouring out of you now that Eddie was, at the very least, no longer crying but exhausted as he came down from what he went through. You had focused on Eddie and now it was time for him to focus on you.

You, the one who never left his side. You, the one who had never given up on him, the one who made food deliveries and snuck in some smokes, not just one but two packs of beer, you, who made flash cards for Eddie decorated with stickers of all his favourite bands so that he had a reason to smile while he worked towards the finish line. You, the one who fell asleep on the phone while he played Master of Puppets for the gazillionth time so you could point out any chords which didn't ring true to you - four ears were always better than two. You, who did everything you could to love Eddie as hard as you could, no matter what mood either of you were in.

You.

The absolute love of Eddie's life.

And he was the love of yours.

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Portal to My Heart (Book 3) Chapter Six

Loki x Reader

Chapter Six: Into Some Trouble

Summary: Loki interrogates Brad again.

            “Hi,” said Loki simply, gaining Brad’s attention as he stepped back into the holding cell.

            “Hello, Loki. Ready for round two?” said Brad.

            “I felt like I just needed another session, you know?” said Loki with only a little bit of sarcasm. “Get a few things off my chest.”

            “Gonna try hardball tactics this time?” said Brad.

            “Something like that,” remarked Loki.

            “Okay,” said Brad, shrugging. He looked in confusion as Mobius and (Y/N) pushed a machine into the room. He stood up and watched them wheel it into place in his cell. “Where’s B-15?” he said cautiously.

            “She’s not gonna be attending this session,” chirped (Y/N).

            “Oh, I get it,” scoffed Brad. “So, you come in here without B-15, and I’m supposed to believe you’re gonna torture me?”

            “Well, let’s simplify everything,” said Mobius. “You have information that we need.” He plugged in the device. “You don’t want to give it to us. So, how do we find common ground?”

            “You are getting’ desperate,” said Brad.

            “You’re not wrong. He’s not wrong,” remarked Loki casually.

            “Well, you know how I am when I’m pushed into a corner,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            “We’ll be honest with you, we’re down to our last option,” said Mobius.

            “And our last chance,” added Loki.

            “This is cute,” sneered Brad, trying to rile them up again. “Which one of you came up with this script?”

            “Because you’re a tough not to crack, you’ve left us no choice but to kind of ramp—”

            “Mobius, controller,” said Loki.

            “Right, okay.” Mobius grinned at Brad. “We can’t start the festivities without that little baby. Stand by.”

            “I think I put it out here,” said (Y/N), stepping out of the room with Mobius.

            Loki followed and slammed the door shut with a resounding thud. Brad tensed in confusion and turned in his seat to face Loki.

            “Hey, Loki, what are you doing?” questioned (Y/N).

            Loki turned away from the window of the door as (Y/N) and Mobius called for him. He ignored them and focused on Brad. “Turns out, there is actually one other option.” Loki smirked and strolled closer to Brad.

            “No, no. Hey!” shouted Mobius.

            Brad looked at Loki with confusion bordering on worry while Loki continued to speak.

            “You sniffed us out, Brad,” said Loki. “And I knew you would because you’re a clever chap. So guess what? I wrote a little script of my own.”

            “Loki, open up!” snapped (Y/N). “This isn’t the plan!”

            “That thing doesn’t work without the controller, though, so what’re you gonna do?” challenged Brad.

            Loki pulled out the control from where he had hidden it. “This one?” he remarked as Brad paled slightly. “Okay, great. We’re gonna have a little Q and A.” He went to the machine and began fiddling with in while Brad stood and shifted nervously. “Did you find Sylvie? And if you did, where is she? Simple question, really, but doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves as we go along.” He glanced at the device. “This one’s plugged in.”

            “You almost got me,” said Brad, chuckling. “You have no idea how to work that thing.”

            Loki paused and smirked. “I’m not trying to be a hero, Brad. I’m a villain.” His smirk fell, and a darker look entered his gaze. “Remember?”

            “No, Loki!” shouted (Y/N).

            “This isn’t the kind of mischief we were talking about!” said Mobius. “You’re not a villain, Loki!”

            Loki revved the machine, and it turned on. Brad took a step back warily as the truth of the danger started to set in.

            “Look at that!” said Loki.

            “Um, earlier, I said some really hurtful things, and I brought up your mother and (Y/N). And I am really sorry about that,” said Brad cautiously. “Mobius! Hey, get in here! (Y/N), control him!”

            “It’s locked, Brad, it’s locked!” said Mobius.

            Brad watched Loki hold the controller up and paled. “You need to put that down. That’s…you don’t know what you’re doing with that.”

            “What does this one do?” Loki pressed a button, and a golden box appeared around the stool. Loki pressed another button, and the box shrunk and disappeared, leaving the stool compressed and broken. Brad flinched and jumped back at the idea of that happening to him. Loki chuckled. “Sorry. Could’ve hurt yourself there.”

            “Hey, just don’t touch random buttons on that, okay?” snapped Brad, tensed. “Mobius, (Y/N), get in here!”

            “There’s a learning curve on this thing,” remarked Loki.

            “Yeah, there is a learning curve,” repeated Brad in frustration. “You could kill me with that.”

            “Could I?” No smile, no smirk, just an even gaze at Brad, and his eyes widened at Loki’s eyes. Loki pressed a button, and Brad was trapped in a golden box. “This is exciting,” smirked Loki.

            “Turn it off,” said Brad sharply. “Loki, turn it off!”

            “Let me try this, let me try this.” Loki pressed another button, and the sides of the box compressed.

            “Okay, okay, alright!” said Brad, beginning to panic.

            “Sorry, that’s only made it smaller,” “apologized” Loki.

            “Now, look. I don’t know where Dox and the others are. Okay? I don’t know!” shouted Brad, being pushed to the edge.

            “I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve done some terrible, awful things,” said Loki calmly.

            “Yeah, you have! You’re doing one right now!” shouted Brad. “Have some perspective on yourself! Loki grinned and shrunk the height of the box, and Brad crouched in panic. “Okay! Okay. Okay. I swear I don’t know where they are.”

            “Brad,” sighed Loki. “You’re so convincing. I want to believe you, but you’re just—You’re such a good actor.”

            “Look!” Brad was nearly pleading. “I really, I really don’t know. I swear!”

            “You’re so talented!” said Loki, chuckling darkly.

            “They did not tell me the plan!” shouted Brad.

            “Please tell me the truth,” said Loki sharply. “I know you’re lying.”

            “Okay? Okay, okay!” shouted Brad as Loki reached for the button again. “I lied! I lied, okay? I did. I was supposed to go and look for Sylvie, but then, I failed, okay? I bailed.”

            “Right. So, they told you to go after Sylvie and you bailed?” remarked Loki.

            “Yeah!” said Brad.

            “What’s the penalty for a highly-decorated field officer abandoning his mission?” said Loki calmly. “You and Dox? I don’t buy it.” He pressed the controller, and the box shortened on the bottom.

            Brad was trapped in the air within the golden glow. “Okay, look, I swear, okay?!” He saw Loki’s dark look and continued. “I went down there, and I went to get my life, okay?! Because…none of this is real!”

            “Well, if nothing else is real, I guess you aren’t either,” remarked Loki coldly.

            The box shrunk again, and Brad thrashed in alarm. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!”

            “Just tell me where Sylvie is, Brad,” said Loki with terrifying calm.

            “Alright!” coughed Brad, fighting for breath. “I’ll tell you where she is! She has a new life!”

            Loki released the box, and Brad fell to the ground in a heap. He groaned.

            “Got there in the end,” said Loki, tsking. “Why do you make it so hard on yourself, Brad?” He placed the controller down and looked down upon Brad. “One thing, you said you bailed on the mission.”

            “Yeah, but I found her first,” said Brad, unwilling to put himself through that fear again. “She’s on a branch.”

            (Y/N) pushed open the door of the holding cell and strolled in with Mobius. “Did you get it?”

            “He knows where Sylvie is,” said Loki, nodding.

            “See? A little bit of mischief,” said (Y/N).

            “Only as good as your plan,” said Mobius.

            “You make a marvelous advisor,” said Loki, smiling.

            “I know,” said (Y/N), winking. She grinned at Brad. “I told you I could control you.”

            Brad looked at her sullenly.

            “Alright, let’s go, Zaniac,” said Mobius, hauling Brad up.

            Brad looked around, bewildered. “Are you telling me that was—”

            “Hell of a performance,” said Mobius cheerfully.

            “If I tell her where she is, you’ll let me go?” asked Brad.

            “No, you’re gonna show us,” said Mobius, pushing him out the door.

            Loki took (Y/N)’s arm and paused before leaving. “Are you ready to see Sylvie?” After everything that happened? After she hurt you?

            “Are you?” said (Y/N).

            “I’m not sure,” said Loki honestly.

            (Y/N) reached up and squeezed his arm. “I know you don’t want us to fight again. But remember, if it does happen, I’m with you. We’re together in all of this.”

            Loki smiled softly and gazed fondly at her. “Yes. We are.”

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            “Brad, walk,” said Mobius, pulling him forward when they stepped out onto a parking lot in a branched timeline’s 1982.

            “And if you’re not telling the truth, you’re going back in the Gizmo,” said (Y/N), smiling threateningly.

            “Okay, okay!” said Brad quickly. “Look, she’s in there, alright?” He gestured to the McDonalds. “She’s in there. So why don’t you guys just head on in and remember that I’m the one who brought you here, and a deal’s a deal, alright? So, you go ahead, I’m gonna head on back.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. He was getting awfully antsy to go back to the TVA. “Why are you so jumpy?”

            “I’m not jumpy,” denied Brad. “I just don’t want to be around a Variant that killed four hundred of my coworkers.”

            “What do you think?” said Mobius.

            “If she’s here, we need to find out what she knows,” said Loki. Even if I don’t want her to be around (Y/N). Not until she proves she is sorry for what she did. Truly sorry.

            “We’ll do the talking, Mobius. Be ready for…I don’t know. Everything. Anything,” said (Y/N). She looked at Loki. “Ready?”

            “As I can be,” said Loki.

            (Y/N) and Loki walked forward, and Mobius watched them. They opened the door of the fast-food restaurant and stepped inside. (Y/N) scanned the room and stopped as her gaze landed on the counter where several people were standing and taking orders.

            And then (E/C)-eyes met green.

            Sylvie’s breath caught in her throat as she looked upon someone she never thought she’d see again. (Y/N) smiled slightly, and Sylvie couldn’t think of anything more horrible. Not when all she could remember was her knife slicing into (Y/N) and her blood staining Sylvie’s hands.

            Sylvie averted her gaze and looked at Loki, Mobius, and Brad. She had been found, and the escape she had found was gone. She swallowed hard and looked away from them all, holding onto the counter.

            That didn’t stop (Y/N) and Loki from stepping up to the register, though. All three remained silent as they stared at each other.

            “…Hi.” (Y/N) broke the silence.

            Sylvie stared at her before replying. “Hi.” She cleared her throat. “Listen, I don’t have all day. You’re gonna order something? Or what?”

            “We need to talk,” said (Y/N).

            Sylvie tensed, and Loki spoke up. “Please, Sylvie. We must.”

            Sylvie sighed. “My break’s in five minutes.” She turned and walked away.

            (Y/N) and Loki looked at each other and nodded before heading outside to wait for Sylvie. Mobius made a smart decision and stayed inside with a snack and Brad.

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A/N: Hi Y’all! This is my first time posting on this platform. ☺️ I carried this over from Ao3. Before anyone corrects the timeline or wrongful events. I wrote this wayyyyy before the season came out and before I finished the manga. I was all in my feels. I hope you all enjoy it. 💛

~~ Kyojuro’s Dream ~~

‘Why am I here?’ While moving his hands, his right one gently tapped his sword. ‘Right, to report to my father about becoming a Hashira.’

His father was laying on his bed facing away from his son. The shoji to his fathers room was open so the fresh air filled the room. Shinjuro stayed reading a journal not acknowledging his son that sat near him. Kyojuro’s clammy hands rested on his legs and with his signature smile Kyojuro told his father everything.

“So what if you become a Hashira.. Worthless.. It means nothing… you'll still never amount to anything .. Neither you nor I.” His father’s words hurt him more than anything. Deciding to not push the subject, Kyojuro bowed and left his father’s room. The Rengoku estate was a beautiful place. A place that was once was filled with much laughter. A place where love was felt in every room. This house was an empty shell of what it once was.

“Brother..!” Senjuro, his little brother, opened the door to his room to meet him. “Did your news make.. father happy? I hope when... I become a hashira that father will acknowledge me as well.”

“Senjuro to be honest he was not happy.. He said that it meant nothing.. Even so, that will not extinguish my passion .. this flame in my heart burns strong.. I’ll never lose faith… “ Kyojuro kneeled in front of his brother and still with a bright smile on his face he gripped his brother’s smaller hands. “Listen Senjuro keep this firmly in mind… you have an older brother.. A brother who believes in you… whatever path you take you’re going to become a fine man.. Just keep that burning passion inside your heart… let's both do our best….. No matter how lonely it gets.”

Senjuro had tears streaming down his face as he took in his brother's words. Kyojuro’s heart broke at how broken his brother looked. The elder Rengoku held his arms open as Senjuro embraced him in a tight hug.

“I’ll make sure he turns into a fine man, Kyo.” And there you were. His flame.

Senjuro’s head quickly turned in Kyojuro’s embrace and his face lit up like the sun lit up the sky. “Nii-San!” Kyojuro felt the flames within his heart go ablaze as he saw his little brother run to the love of his life… his wife.

“Hello my little firecracker.” His wife embraced Senjuro as she combed her finger through his flamed color hair. Her beautiful eyes made her way to Kyojuro. “And Hello to you too my Love.”

Kyojuro stood from where he kneeled and made his way to the two. His red and yellow irises bore into her own red hues. It was as if her eyes were calling him to her. Senjuro moved his face from her belly to look at his brother with a big smile on his face. Kyojuro’s heart felt like it was going to explode at the smiles his wife and brother had while looking at him. His purpose to keep fighting stood right in front of him.

“They’re being extra active today brother!” As if Kyojuro’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. He cupped his wife’s swollen abdomen and felt his children kick against his hand. Senjuro made room so his brother could feel his nieces or nephews move within his sister in law.

“My flames…My loves!” Kyojuro shouted enthusiastically. His wife and brother giggled from his cheerful personality. Underneath the blue sky within The Rengoku estate, Kyojuro held his brother, his wife, and his children. He was at his happiest.

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Wails then filled the room. No longer was he outside in the yard of The Rengoku Estate but now he was within their room at the Butterfly Mansion. Kyojuro’s heart felt like it was on fire as tears started pooling in his eyes. His wife, sweaty and tired, had the brightest smile on her face while holding his two children.. His two sons. Tanjuro and Sanjuro Rengoku. His little flames were a spitting image of him. The flames in his heart grew twice in size that day. He held both his sons in his arms and despite having a smile on his face his tears still fell. They were his home.

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“Come home to us my love….”

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Kyojuro was in excruciating pain. He was kneeled in the surrounding field from where the train derailed. His body was done. The hole within his stomach was not something he could fix on his own. No breathing technique would be able to help his predicament he was in. It was his time… he knew it. He just wasn’t ready for it. The flames within his soul were slowly burning out and he was okay with it. He protected the weak with the strength he was gifted with. Kyojuro kept his promise he made to his mother all those years ago. It hurt so much though. His wife, children, and Senjuro’s smiles played in his mind as he remembered the memories he shared with them.

Tanjiro , the boy he promised to train, was crying near him. He could empathize with the boy. He remembers the tears he shed for the lives that were lost in his lifetime.

“Come here lad. Let us speak one last time.” Kyojuro needed to speak his words before his time came to an end. Tanjiro made his way to the Hashira and kneeled before him.

“When I was dreaming of the past… There was something I remembered . My old residence… you should go pay it a visit.” Kyojuro stopped staring at the ground and focused on the young boy's eyes. “There are notes left by the previous flame Hashira there. I recall my father used to read them often but I’m afraid I don’t know their content myself.” The rays from the sun surrounded Kyojuro and the demon's hand that was embedded in his stomach was slowly dissinerating. He continued to speak despite blood now seeping from the now opened wound. “Within those notes you might find the dance you mentioned…. The Hinokami Kagura.”

Tanjiro let out more cries as he didn’t want Kyojuro to speak any more, just so he could save his energy… just so he could prevent the inevitable. His time was coming and he could feel it. The pain was becoming numb and he could no longer feel his arms.

“Very soon I’ll be dead. Before that happens I need you to hear me out. I have a younger brother named Senjuro.. Please tell him to follow his heart and walk down the path he feels is right.. And tell my father that I want him to look after himself.” Krojuro’s eyes filled with tears as he choked up the next words. “Tell my wife and children.. That I love them. My flames… always burned for them.”

The news of the Flame Harashi having a family tore a new hole in Tanjiro’s heart. The older Kamado envisioned scenarios where Kyojuro is playing with his children or training them. He envisioned Kyojuro embracing his wife one last time before leaving the house. Tears kept spilling out of his eye because he knew… He knew what it was like losing a father. Inosuke was shaking while holding his swords, refusing to speak a word that might ruin the moment.

“And lastly about your sister. Know that I believe in her. I accept her as part of our ranks. Your sister shed blood to protect the people inside that train from demons and anyone who does that , regardless of what is said to the contrary, is a rightful member of the Demon Slayer Core.” Tanjiro was shaking before Kyojuro. Talking was becoming a challenge but Kyojuro needed the young slayer to hear his words. “So hold your head high.. If you are feeling disheartened, that you are somehow not enough set your heart ablaze. Dry your eyes and look ahead.. You may feel like digging your heels in but the flow of time waits for no one. It won’t patiently stand by as you grieve.”

Kyojuro’s voice was becoming hoarse. His body felt heavy and he was quickly losing feeling in other parts. The time was near and it secretly scared him. “Don’t feel bad that I’m going to die. As a Hashira it is natural I protect you all. The young buds must be allowed to bloom. Any other Hashira would’ve done the same as I. Young Kamado, Young Boar, and boy of yellow you must continue to grow and eventually you will end your aid by becoming the next Hashira. I believe in every one of you.”

His words caused the younglings to cry more but they were words that needed to be said. He needed them to know that he was proud. Kyojuro’s vision started to get blurry trying to maintain eye contact with Young Kamado. As his vision worsened, looking over Tanjiro’s shoulder Kyojuro saw his mother. She was as beautiful as ever. Tears that were pooled in his eyes were now streaming down his face.

“Mother, did I do well?.... The responsibility I-I took upon myself to fulfill.. Was I successful?”

“ I am so proud of you, my son. “ His mother’s smile gave him the closure he needed and he couldn’t help but smile. He trusted Tanjiro and his friends to take care of his family, most importantly his children. He was okay. He was ready. Kyojuro closed his eyes and embraced his fate.

“I’ll watch over you, my flames…”

Cries from the young slayers could be heard from miles away. The pain each of them felt was evident in their screams. Miles away Kyojuro’s wife felt a painful sting in her chest while tears cascaded down her face. “ K-Kyo….”

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It had been a few days since the incident with the Mugen Train. A few days since they lost their friend and teacher. Tanjiro, Nezuko, Inosuke, and Zenita were on their way to the Rengoku residence. Inosuke and Tanjiro refused to stop until they were face to face with the former Hashira’s family. They wanted to apologize, to beg for forgiveness.

“Do you think she will be mad?” Zenitsu could help but ask.

“I-I am not sure.”

Inosuke throughout the trip had been awfully quiet. Tanjiro and Zenitsu believe it was his way of grieving… so they just let him be. In truth they were all grieving in their own way. Zenitsu took on carrying Nezuko to find some comfort in the girl. Tanjro kept repeating the words Mr. Rengoku told him from their last conversation. He couldn’t help but carry the guilt of knowing there was a family without a father because he wasn’t strong enough.

Pink petals were soon blowing through the roadway leading up to The Rengoku Estate. It was an ethereal sight. Cherry blossom tree petals continued to litter the ground as the winds blew through them. Inosuke, who was leading the group, abruptly stopped in place. Tanjiro, who was a step behind him, slammed into his back.

“Inosuke what's wr--... “ It was then three sets of eyes landed on a short boy with blonde and red hair sweeping the grounds outside of the gate. It was like looking at Mr. Rengoku again. Tanjiro started tearing up. Every emotion hit him at once while looking at the younger brother of the former Hashima. Pain. Grief. Guilt. Failure.

No matter how they felt they needed to do this. It was one of Mr. Rengoku’s last wishes.

Sucking in a death breath to steady his aching heart. Tanjiro made the first steps towards Senjuro. The increasing footsteps are what caught the young boy's attention. His red and yellow irises eyed the trio as they stood before him. His face quickly fell as he noticed the Demon Slayer Uniform. Grief was completely consuming Tanjiro the more he looked at Senjuro. He tried to spit out the words he practiced saying whenever he saw the boy.. But the words were stuck in his throat as tears continued to fall. Senjuro understood his pain as tears started pooling in his own eyes.

“W-We came to fulfill Mr. Rengoku’s last request.” Tanjiro finally managed to spit out.

“I know what happened. Well... I was briefly told what had happened.” Senjuro choked on his words. “Are you guys okay?”

That question didn’t settle well with any of the boys as they all started crying. Senjuro tried his best to calm the situation but to no avail, the boys kept apologizing.

“Senji!!” A little voice put a halt to their tearful apologies. All eyes focused on a little boy running towards them, from further into the estate came another Kyojuro look alike. He looked no more than three to four years old. Like Sejuro and Kyojuro he had yellow, red hair and bug eyes to match.

“Yes, Tanjuro?” Instead of answering his uncle the little boy eyed the trio with a big smile on his face. The image itself pinched their hearts because it was just like looking at Kyojuro smiling even in his final moment.

“I like your mask.” Little sparkles came from Inosuke due to the complement.

“Where’s Sanjuro?”

“He’s with mom.” Tanjuro gasped and smiled big. “I remember now! Mom is calling for you, Senji.”

Senjuro sighed and looked at the trio. “You guys are welcome to come in. I’ll prepare tea for everyone.”

“Tea! Tea! Tasty! Tasty!” Tanjuro ran around Senjuro as he walked towards the estate.

Zenistu was still in tears as the trio followed Senjuro. “Mr. Rengoku was saying the same thing!!”

Before they could enter the estate, the group heard a boisterous voice. “This is Tasty!! Thank you Mother!” The little boy traveling with them laughed. “That’s Sanjuro! Come on! Come on!” Tanjuro pulled on Senjuro’s hand towards where his brother was at.

Tanjiro’s keen sense of smell picked up on the different scents that were in the area of the estate. The boy picked up the scents of the people within the building. Most importantly he could smell the love Kyojuro left behind.. It filled every crack of the structure. The scent engulfed Tanjiro as if it was welcoming him in. As if it was welcoming them further in the place Kyojuro called home. Senjuro led them to a room that was closest to the back yard. The wooden door was open so the cool breeze could flow through. In the middle of said room was a female with brown hair and burgundy eyes. Her face was full of pure adoration as her gaze was on the little boy who was the exact clone of his father. In this area Tanjiro noticed Kyojuro’s scent was the strongest, it consumed the room. Was Kyojuro leading him here? Was this where he wanted him to be?

The little boy eating turned his head towards the group when they made their presence known. Sanjuro, who was walking with Senjuro, ran towards his mother and brother. Kyojuro’s wife smiled at the group as she situated her sons.

“Hello. My name is (Y/N).” Her smile melted every resolve the group had. “These are my boys Tanjuro and Sanjuro. It’s hard to tell them apart at first… but the more you get to know them the easier it is.” She stood from the table and welcomed them in. “Come on in and eat. Your journey must’ve been long and stressful.”

Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu couldn't withhold the determination they built as they all bowed before the former Hashira’s wife.

“We’re sorry!.. W-We’re so very sorry.” Tanjiro could see his tears wet the soil below him. “I-If only I wasn’t injured… or if I could’ve got up faster.. I-I --” He stopped when he felt her warm palm comb through his hair.

“Don’t apologize my sweet boy. My husband died doing what he loved.” (Y/N)’s eyes glazed over despite having a smile on her face. “He had this belief that if you were born strong you had the duty to protect the weak. You four saved all those people on that train.”

Inosuke was trying to bury his head in the ground so no one could see the tears that were spewing from his eyes. Zenitsu laid face down crying his eyes out. Did they deserve this forgiveness? How was she able to smile through this?

“He told me to come here..” Tanjiro tried to clear the ball in his throat. “.. H-He told me to come here to tell you that he loves you and his children… and that his flames burned for you all.”

“That silly man. I will always have proof of his love right here.” (Y/N) looked at her twin boys who were smiling at the group. Tanjiro lifted his head and focused intently on Senjuro.

“Mr. Rengoku also told me to look for you. To tell you to follow your heart and to walk down the path you believe is right!” Senjuro’s eyes softened. His older brother was still looking out for him.. Like he promised he would. His red, yellow eyes moved towards the soft burgundy ones watching him. “I don’t want to follow in my big brother’s footsteps. I am not strong enough to even get a color change on my blade but I could do other things to help people!”

“All Kyojuro ever wanted was for you to be happy, my little flame… and to grow into a wonderful man.” Senjuro was reduced to tears at her words.

“That’s okay uncle!” Tanjuro stood from where he sat at the table, Sanjuro following suit. The identical twins had their arms crossed with the biggest smiles on their faces. “Well be the next flame Hashiras!”

Tanjiro's eyes widened as he swore he saw Kyojuro standing behind his boys with his identical smile. He could already feel the strength they were gifted with. Tanjiro knew they were going to be strong Demon Slayers. Both bug eyes landed on Tanjiro and the group. “Train Us! So we could be strong like you all.”

Inosuke quickly stood up and blew heavily through the boar snout. “We start training now!!” He grabbed the twins by their small yukata and carried them to an open area in the backyard. Zenitsu gently put down Nezuko as he ran after Inosuke and the children. “Don’t carry them like that!! Don’t drop them!! INOSUKE!!”

(Y/N) smiled at the change of demeanor. She didn’t want to be sad. Not when she had the wonderful opportunity to spend her time with her soulmate and have two beautiful children. He died doing what he loved. He was with his mother now. She watched the boar boy and the boy in yellow chase after her children and her heart felt at peace. She was going to be okay. They all were.

“I’ll go make us some tea. Please eat up and rest while you’re here.” (Y/N) told both Senjuro and Tanjiro before getting up and walking out of the room.

“My brother talked about you a lot. The boy who was traveling with a demon.” Tanjiro bristled. “Always mentioned how the new generation of demon slayers were coming. My brother was very proud of you.” Senjuro points to one of the twins chasing Zenistu. “He named one of his children in honor of you, Tanjuro Rengoku. You could guess where he got Sanjuro from.”

Tanjiro’s heart felt like it was going to explode. This trip was to fulfill the former Hashira’s last wishes but now he wasn’t sure he was ever going to be able to leave. Not when Kyojuro led him to his family that he kept hidden. How was Tanjiro supposed to leave and not return to them?

“My brother’s crow came home right after the incident. He told (Y/N) that Big Brother mentioned The Hinokami Kagura within father’s notes.” Senjuro panicked a little bit. “My father destroyed his notes. He hasn’t been taking any of this well. (Y/N) has been managing him… B-But I’ll try to fix them for you.”

“Thank you very much, Senjuro.” Tanjiro said with the brightest smile he could muster. Both boys focused their attention on the twins now running away from Inosuke and Zenistu. Their laughter filled the air and Tanjiro felt at peace in this moment.

“I’ll take care of them for you Mr. Rengoku.”

“Thank You~”

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Since that eventful day Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu kept their word. Any free time they could spare they would always end up at the Rengoku Estate. Whether it was to read with Senjuro, train with the twins, or simply just to help Mrs. Rengoku around the house. Tanjuro, Sanjuro, Senjuro, and (Y/N) always welcomed the boys and Nezuko with open arms. They had family meals together and always included them in anything they had going on. The boys and Nezuko made their small family bigger… they felt at home.

Tanjiro continued to smile as Tanjuro, Sanjuro, and Senjuro grew older. It was like seeing Kyojuro Rengoku all over again. Same looks, same smile, but different personalities. Senjuro liked to read and hear the stories Tanjiro told about Inosuke and Zenitsu. He made sure to always have stories to tell the younger Rengoku brother. Tanjuro was every inch of his father. From his boisterous charisma to his calculated actions. Senjuro was the same as his brother. Tanjiro loved that the signature Rengoku smile never once left their faces. Their swordsmanship was amazing for their age. Tanjiro knew they prided themselves on their father’s belief and he continued to support that belief.

“I got them for you Mr. Rengoku.”

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“Thank You my Young Kamado ~”

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hi sweetest!! this is a request, if you ever get the time and energy to do it, I'd be delighted :D could you please do a text imagine, "after a fight" with bf!jungwon and bf!ni-ki? hope it didn't you make you uncomfortable but thank you in advance <3

helloooo im so sorryyy you must've waited a while 😞😞 thank you so much for requestingg!! i honestly thought i wouldn't get any 🥺💗 this is the very first imagine i wrote so i hope you enjoy!

☕ .. ni-ki

Riki doesn't really get mad easily or irrationally on you. So you were shocked that he would actually lash out on you. Both of you would just lightly joke with each other. Both of you ended up hurting each other and everything just got out of hand. It wasn't really like this all the time. Usually both of you would just talk it out and come to a conclusion but this was different.

Both of you were having a bad day and just ended up putting it out on each other. You couldn't take the shouting and the fighting anymore. You were so tired you couldn't put up with it anymore. You decided to walk away from him shutting the door behind you and locking yourself in the bedroom.

You were fuming with anger and pain. Tears staining your cheeks. Hearing your muffled sobs through the bedroom door made him regret everything he said. He felt his heart aching knowing that he hurt you.

Lightly knocking on the door "Y/n im so sorry i didn't mean to hurt you. Everything i said before.. i didn't mean it. I was just taking it out on you. Please let's talk it out hm?"

With a guilty and worried heart. He rests his head on the other side of the door thinking of ways to make up with you. "Y/n if you need time alone i can leave. I understand just let me know."

In a hushed voice you tell him to stay.

".. is there anything i can do to make it up to you?"

"No it's alright riki.. You really don't mean anything you said earlier?"

"I'm so sorry y/n i shouldn't have said anything like that to you. I never meant it to go this far. I don't deserve you. I don't wanna loose you... You're so precious to me you know that? I love you ok? and I'll do anything to make it up to you."

Opening the door slightly, he slowly backs away and stands to face you with fiddling hands. "I'm sorry.. "

"It's okay Riki.. I know you don't mean it."

Lowering your head with sniffles he comes closer to you. Placing his hand on your chin to look at him, as he lays his forehead on yours. "Does McDonald's sound good? My treat." He whispers with a smile as he wipes your tears.

☕ .. jungwon

Jungwon would say sorry right after the fight. I mean it's better to be in good terms with you than getting no hugs tonight.

"Y/n!" Jungwon called out in the middle of the fight.

"What!" You scream back at him.

"I'm sorry. I own up to my mistakes. It's pretty dumb of me to not just talk with you like how we always do. I'm sorry." He walks closer to you then just tackles you into a giant cat hug giving you lots of kisses.

"Y/n forgive me pleasee. " He whined pouting cutely. "Okay okay! Get off me! " Playfully pushing him off with a chuckle. You tried walking away from him until he pulls you to his arms giving you the tightest back hug. "You can't escape." he said in a teasing voice. You tried to wiggle your way out but it didn't work so you just tiredly rested in his arms.

"Let's just stay like this for a while." He said resting his head on your shoulder. "I'm still so in love with you my angel." His voice laced with so much adoration for you. He finds so much comfort in you. You don't even have to do anything. Just one look at you and he's already in peace.

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[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #4

## - confessing to you

genre - fluff

pairings - aot x reader

word count - 2k

warnings - none!

notes - feel like i’ve been dead lately, am alive! now enjoy my hcs, thanks

- EREN JAEGER

he doesn’t really know whether he should confess.. he feels selfish because of the situation you guys are living in, it’s already awful losing your friends or even strangers, but losing a lover is an indescribable pain. after he finds out he accidentally hurt you while going rouge in his titan form, he immediately starts apologising and in the middle, accidentally confessed.

“i’m so sorry. no, you don’t understand! i would never want to hurt you! it’s not okay!! how could i ever hurt the person i love?! even if i didn’t know what i was doing, i’m still so sorr-”

“boy what. you love me?”

“… did i really just say that.”

- MIKASA ACKERMAN

you guys are out on the battle field, coordinating perfectly in your moves. but, as mikasa is admiring your beauty - she accidentally messes up, but thankfully you’re right there next to her, saving her in a blink of an eye. she gets very caught up in the moment (her words) and confesses.

“thank you, y/n. thank you so much, not just for saving me, for everything. i-i… i appreciate you so much..”

“mikasa-”

she proceeds to hug you and you both just take in each other scents, in peace (as much as you can be in peace on a battle field) but even without the words ‘i love you’ you know she just confessed :).

- ARMIN ARLERT

ugh he’s so cute :(( he wants to have a sweet confession not, a big and extravagant one - that’s not your guys’ style. he makes one of those books with dead flowers stuck in it (your favourite flowers) and at the end of the book where it’s a blank page, he wrote ‘i love you <3’

he gave it to you with a lot of encouragement from the boys, lots of back pats and ‘go on!!’ ‘you got this!’ and LET ME TELL YOU. it was the cutest confession ever. you opened it and thought it was just a sweet gift but when you saw the last page, you nearly cried. you engulfed armin in a hug and he was quick to hug you back, then you said ‘i love too, armin.’ HE TEARED UP. it was so wholesome. (btw you definitely heard shouts and claps from the boys around the corner)

- JEAN KIRSTEIN

THIS MAN WAS PREPPING. for like two weeks honestly, but he kinda just blurted in out in the end. mans was really around all the shops in town, picking your favourite flowers, sparkling jewellery and painting landscape to put on your wall but, ended up confessing in the middle of a conversation. like what.

“and then a titan was SO close to me, it was so scary! i-”

“NO!! YOU CANT DIE YET, I NEED TO MARRY YOU FIRST”

“. . . jean, i love you too but, it was just a dream.”

(he still gave you the gifts btw)

- SASHA BRAUS

poor girl, she literally had no idea what to do. she went to connie immediately for advice (as if he knows how to confess..), she got some pretty shitty advice from him and when he noticed her confused face caused by his bad advice, he called for backup aka jean who also gave some shitty advice 😭. she gave up with the boys and moved onto mikasa.. bless her heart, she’s way too awkward to even fathom a way to confess. now, sasha felt a bit hopeless. until she decided to ask historia and ymir.

ymir’s advice was quite literally “just tell her, straight up.” then that’s when historia jumped in. “ymir! think more romantic! sasha, i would say take her to the flower field in the south and confess there :).”

and she did exactly that! you guys strolled in those flower fields for ages, eventually settling down for some food and you made sure to bring your own since you thought sasha wouldn’t be keen to share, but today was different… she was offering all the food she had! you accept (some of it) gratefully but that didn’t fog your confusion. soon enough, the sun started to set and sasha whipped out a letter that historia wrote on her behalf (to help her out lol). she read the first few sentences but eventually gave up and said,

“aw, as nice as that all is, i just wanna say it. y/n, i like you! i’d like for you to be my s/o… please?”

she blushed profusely and all that you could say was..

“of course, sasha! i like you too!”

you guys fell into a hug and then accidentally fell down a little hill, but still hugging nonetheless.

- CONNIE SPRINGER

this boy oh ma gawd man 😭

i just know him and reiner have this ‘fuck boy’ energy, mostly reiner since he is canonically the most attractive guy. he asked reiner for advice because he can ‘pull women’ (he tried to pull a lesbian.) but anyways, reiner told him to act really cool and unbothered, not a mean kind of unbothered but more of a ‘yeah i know i’m cool, but don’t show it’ unbothered. with this advice, connie strolled up to you in the canteen really suave-like.

“hey y/n, i like you okay? and if you don’t like me, BAH that sucks for you, your loss.”

and looks away to seem ‘unbothered’ but honestly, he’s about to cry. you giggle at him because you know hes just being a weirdo about it since he doesn’t really know how to confess.

“damn, my loss. if only i loved connie springer!”

he bent down and whispered in your ear,

“wait, are you serious? i genuinely thought you liked me..”

loses his cool IMMEDIATELY. you laugh again,

“hahaha, im just joking stupid. of course i like you!”

he lets out a huge sigh of relief “oh my fuck, thank god.”

- REINER BRAUN

he’s so infatuated with you and genuinely thinks you deserve the world, so expect a meaningful confession.

now although with connie he said to, ‘act suave’ he knew you weren’t gonna take a confession as shit as that 💀.

he took you to your guys’ spot, as usual. now, you thought nothing of it because you guys always go there but reiner on the other hand, had this confession in mind. you guys sat and chit chatted about your days as normal but suddenly, reiner went silent… you absolutely shat yourself. like ‘what did i say?’ ‘did i do something wrong?’ and reiner very quickly realised how worried you looked - he switched up very fast and got quite nervous bless him 😭. it was really cute watching this massive, kinda brute dude getting all nervous.

“okay woah, you look worried! i’m sorry y/n, haha.. i’m getting nervous”

“reiner, i don’t wanna assume anything but i think i know what’s happening..”

“haha, what’s happening then y/n?”

“A PROPOSAL?”

“WHAT- Y/N?”

your guys’ boisterous laughs filled the evening sky.

- BERTHOLDT HOOVER

such a sweetheart :(

he did try to get advice off reiner obviously, but reiners way of confessing just wasn’t his style. at first, he said he’d try it but before he could even walk up to you, it didn’t feel right. he went back to reiner and said he just couldn’t, so reiner told him he should try his own way! reiner and the whole training corps was so supportive bless.

since you guys baked all the time, he decided to make your favourite kind of cake! (it was quite a small cake, one that you guys could share)

he, very nervously, strolled up to you - cake in hand and burst out

“y/nireallylikeyouandimadeyouacakeihopeyoulikeit”

and you just needed a moment to process all of that, and you were like ‘😀’

but the cake was SO CUTE. it had a lil’ heart in the middle and you literally melted. it was so stinkin cute!!!

“thank you, bert! this is so sweet and so cute, just like you ;).”

and the man felt like he was going to burst.

“stop standing there like a goof! sit down and eat this cake with me!”

- ANNIE LEONHART

everyone especially annie’s friends, were SICK of her loving glares (yes, loving glares👁👁) towards you and her doing absolutely nothing about it.

and oh my lord. one day, mina lost her mind. she asked annie when she was going to confess and annie had the AUDACITY to lie and say, ‘what? i don’t like them.’ mina was flabbergasted to say the least, and had an absolute ’nough.

mina walked up to you with determination, pulled you aside and straight up told you “listen, annie really likes you. but her thick skull is getting in the way of ever confessing to you.” you were so taken aback! like what.. annie. the annie leonhart liked you? taken aback but thrilled of course.

knowing this, you had balls of fury and while you were hanging out with annie you decided to talk about it.

“hey annie, i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable butttt mina said you liked me and i know you’re not for all this lovey dovey shit but, i do like you too.” you said with the sweetest smile :(

annie got so sappy and even gave you a cheeky grin back, her eyes even started to sparkle. she didn’t say anything back and moved on pretty fast, but you just KNOW that she’s super happy.

- LEVI ACKERMAN

hange spilled the beans. you guys were hanging out with hange one day, they were rambling and you were happily rambling along with them but, something they said caught you off guard.

‘awww, isn’t it so cute how head over heels levi is for you!’

and you quite literally stopped in your tracks and hange was just so flabbergasted that you hadn’t picked up on it??

‘wait what? head over heels for me??’

‘cmon y/n! you’re smarter than this!! of course he is! wow, i cant believe this. HA, oh well!’ they hurried you along and started skipping down the corridors.

after this conversation, you headed to levi’s office with your usual cups of tea. you were sitting in comfortable silence until you broke it.

“levi..”

“tch, what now?”

“hange told me you were.. head over heels for me?”

“what.”

“hey listen! i didn’t say anything! it’s just what i got told!”

“listen, y/n. i won’t lie to you, you are my closest companion. but, i refused to tell you purely because..”

“because..?”

“it’s a lot.”

“i understand. but levi, you do know that you’re my closest companion right?”

“hm. yeah.” he chuckled at your response. he thought you were such a cutie in that moment :).

“so… date soon?” you winked. and he grimaced. (you went on a date that weekend)

- ERWIN SMITH

erwin is a classic guy. he knew he liked you and he wasn’t going to ignore it. he asked you out to a dinner date as per usual but it was very different this time compared to others. he seemed more distant? like his mind was somewhere else. he kept looking out the window, obviously pondering.

“y/n, i have something to confess.”

“oh, what? yes? what is it?”

“i’ve realised recently that i like you. i enjoy every second with you, i enjoy your company thoroughly and i was hoping i could keep your company but as my partner?”

“oh my god.. erwin! yes, oh my god.” you were so happy and shocked! it was such a simple but yet, sweet confession and now with sweet confession your sweet dessert came out.

- HANGE ZOË

literally wanted to shout to the world that they love you and want to be with you, forever!

hange decided to led you on a treasure hunt. yes, a treasure hunt. they wanted something different and extravagant for the confession. they sent you allll around the place, the training area, the stables, the offices, the dorms, the canteen, all of it - while leaving little notes that had hints of where you needed to go next. you ended up bang in the middle of the place and there they were, in all of their glory! they had your favourite bouquet of flowers, GOT ON ONE KNEE? LIKE THEY WERE GOING TO PROPOSE? you lowkey shit yourself.

but they got down on one knee, bouquet in hand and went on to say,

“y/n. i’ve come to realise i like you and i like you A LOT. i love how you’re so passionate about titans, science, nature, everyone and everything around you. i want you to explore your curiosity and i was hoping i could be by your side too.”

you were SO touched. of course, you got down next to them and gladly accepted. you have them the biggest hug ever!!

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[draconicocelot]

By the Fireplace

Summary: Jesse is struggling to handle the massive responsibility that comes with the formation of a new town, luckily, she meets a certain individual who just might make the perfect intern.

Hello teeny tiny MCSM fandom skjhdf, have an origin story for how Jesse and Radar meet

(Involves a few of my own personal headcanons for flavor but, ya know, MCSM is a sandbox for the fans now :,,) )

Beacontown. It had a nice ring to it, and an even more pleasant interior. It was a town built from the rubble of a great disaster, and yet those that inhabited it acted as though nothing bad had happened. They treated every day as a new beginning, as an opportunity to let their creativity shine. With the lack of rules against building privileges, no two buildings looked the same, and neither did the residents. In the early days of its formation, everything was bare and bland, but as with everything worth investing time into, it would show its true colors soon enough.

As Jesse walked through the gates of town, coming back from an evening expedition to gather supplies, she was greeted by warm smiles and genuine shouts of glee at her return. Half a year ago barely anyone even knew her name, and now they sang her praises in the streets. It was a rather jarring transition, but one that Jesse embraced with gratitude and humility. Handing off the bag that was thrown over her shoulder, Olivia approached her carrying a clipboard. 

“Jesse! How did the trip go?” She questioned, watching as one of the redstone engineers she brought with her carried the bag away to share the resources amongst the teams who needed them. 

“Not too bad, managed to gather lots of wood and cobblestone,” as she glanced over at the houses lining the streets, she noted the lack of color and decor, “I know we want to let everyone design their own homes, but with repairs still in place I think we need to focus on the necessary construction elements first.” Olivia nodded as she wrote something down, using the quill to gesture at the other end of town. 

“Good idea, they’re actually working on extending the border as we speak! There are a lot of people who want to live here, Jesse,” Olivia’s tone was optimistic, but her name was said with a hint of caution. Jesse knew her responsibilities kept growing with each passing day, that she would soon have to send others out on these resource runs so that she could stay back and monitor the repairs being made to town. 

“Yeah… I noticed,” Jesse groaned, running her fingers anxiously through her hair. “You uh, you sure you don’t want to stay here?” Olivia huffed out a half-laugh, patting Jesse’s shoulder sympathetically. 

“You know my place is in Redstonia, but I do think you need to hire some help.” Jesse knew she was right, but how would she go through a proper hiring process while people are still just trying to find a plot of land to build their homes on. It was nighttime she worried about the most, when everyone whose homes were not complete had to stay in a temporary shelter to avoid the mobs that might slip through the gates. She shuddered at the thought of someone getting hurt because her defenses had not been assembled properly. “Jesse? You still in there?” 

“Hm? Oh, yeah… sorry… Got a lot on my mind is all,” she replied, “I know you’re busy with your own leadership tasks so, thank you for stopping by to help us. You know as soon as Beacontown is up to livable standards I’ll be heading over with a team of my own to help you.” Olivia smiled softly, putting her hand over her heart. 

“It’s no problem Jess, anything for a friend,” Olivia clipped the quill to her board before looking towards the last house she had been standing near. It was more of a foundation at the moment, but her builders had already started laying down the stone needed to secure the basement. “Speaking of which, I’d better make sure my guys are on track. I’ll check back in before we settle in for the night.”

“Thanks Liv, and let them know they’re welcome to any spare resources once every base build is complete.” Jesse called as Olivia headed back to her sector. With the number of residents moving in constantly growing, not only did the negotiation of land have to be settled but the resources needed to be designated in proper quantities for the plans everyone comes up with. In order to allow everyone to build their own type of home, there needed to be guidelines for how large the space could be and how expensive it would be for extra materials required for complex builds. Her head spun just thinking about the amount of paperwork she had to complete. 

On her way back to her temporary cabin, a rather small building that had just enough in it to keep her comfortable, she briefly spoke with many citizens. A lot of them were thanking her for stepping up and insisting on creating such an accepting place to live, while others requested certain things from her which she had to write down on the fly. Sometimes she missed the simpler days, and busy nights like this were the main reason why. 

However, as she reached her destination, she noticed someone was sitting with their back up against the far wall of her cabin. Everyone else was bustling about, getting to know their new neighbors and concocting unique creations to share with one another. Whoever this was seemed to be rather forlorn, their head resting against their knees as they sat in a fetal position. Jesse tilted her head slightly, noticing this person was sniffling. She approached as quietly as possible, hoping not to alarm them. Clearing her throat first, she quietly called out, “Hey, are you okay?” The individual jolted in shock, their head whirling around as they curled further in on themselves. 

“O-Oh my gosh… I-I-I’m so sorry!” Jesse could tell he wasn’t past his teens, shivering like a leaf in an emerald green hoodie, his glasses tilted to the side as he attempted to wipe away the tears in his eyes using his sleeve. “S-So embarrassing…” he muttered. 

“There’s no need to be sorry, or embarrassed,” Jesse took another step forward, about three steps away from where the boy was hunkered down, and got down on one knee. “What’s your name?” She figured an introduction would be appropriate, “My name is-”

“Jesse…” He interrupted, immediately slapping his hand over his mouth, “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have s-spoke over you…” Jesse made a pained, commiserative expression as she sat down instead, crossing one leg over the other so she was level with him. 

“It’s alright, I should have assumed you knew who I was,” Jesse nodded in his direction for him to go on. He shifted uncomfortably, looking down at the ground before he spoke.

“My name’s… Radar,” realizing he was averting eye contact, as if he had been scolded by an imaginary force, he looked back up and met her eyes. “I-It is an honor, to m-meet you, miss!” Jesse released a pssh from between pursed lips. 

“No need to call me miss, just Jesse is fine,” she observed his body language for a moment longer before deciding it was safe to move on. “Now, what are you doing over here all by yourself, Radar? Did you just move in?” Radar recoiled slightly, but managed to muster up a response sooner than before. 

“I uh… technically don’t live here,” he glanced at the front gates, “I just got here earlier today but…” he hesitated, chewing on his bottom lip. 

“Radar, if you don’t live here yet, I’m not just going to kick you out,” Jesse phrased her words gingerly, hoping not to upset him further. He was clearly shaken up about something, but she wouldn’t get any information if she scared him off. Radar threw his hood up over his head before admitting why he was hiding. 

“I-I don’t have the emeralds to p-pay for the land…” Jesse pondered for a moment, searching for the right words. 

“Did you come here with anyone else?” Radar shook his head, “Not a sibling… or a parent?” She could hear him whimper under his breath, looking up only slightly so that the top half of his face could be seen from under his hood.

“The… Th-The Witherstorm…they… they didn’t make it…” Jesse’s pupils constricted as she absorbed the horror of that statement. This poor kid, alone and afraid, now left without his parents because of the monster she destroyed. That damned command block destroyed the lives of so many people, took the loved ones from those who survived and left others with unhealable scars. Using her arms to push herself forward, she sat directly across from him, slowly reaching a hand in his direction. 

“Hey, it’s… it’s gonna be alright,” she spoke softly, allowing him to see her hand before she placed it on his upper back. He was still badly shaking, and she couldn’t quite tell if it was from the cool night air or his fear of being thrown from one of the only places within miles where he could stay under a roof. “I’m going to help you, Radar. You hear me?” Radar fully lifted his head, his big red eyes still flowing with tears as he attempted to speak. 

“Y-Y-You will…? R-Really? You won’t k-kick me out?” 

“Of course not, I have plenty of room in my cabin,” She smiled softly, rubbing his back up and down, “besides, I’m in need of a new intern. Think you could help me manage some of the construction around here?” Radar couldn’t contain his relief, throwing himself forward as Jesse braced herself. She managed to catch him as they both fell back, Jesse holding herself up with one arm and embracing him with the other. 

“I promise! I-I promise I’ll do good! I’ll do whatever it t-takes to help you a-and the rest of Beacontown!” Jesse closed her eyes for a moment, squeezing Radar before helping them both back to their feet. 

“I’m sure you will, buddy. Why don’t you head inside and sit by the fireplace, your hands are ice cold.” Jesse suggested, reaching down and fixing Radar’s glasses that were lying askew. Radar had his arms wrapped around himself as he nodded excitedly, walking towards the cabin door. 

“Thank you, Jesse…really. You’re a r-real life saver,” he added before heading inside. Jesse relieved a sigh, the memories of the battle with the Witherstorm flooding into her mind. She thought about poor Ellegard, about all those townspeople who she couldn’t save as they attempted to flee, she wondered if Radar’s parents were there… 

She thought about Reuben, about her best friend and most loving companion. The Witherstorm destroyed so much, but it didn’t destroy the light within all of those citizens who now inhabited Beacontown. It didn’t stop them from fighting back, from rebuilding their lives from the ground up. She was proud of each and every one of them, and hoped this new chapter of their lives would blossom into something special.

Even though everyone treated Jesse differently, like an idol to look up to, she had to admit she didn’t feel very different. Before becoming the Hero in Residence, no one seemed to care about the young bookworm who enjoyed playing with her pet pig and going on simple adventures. Many people didn’t even know who she really was behind the wall of popularity and fame that followed the defeat of the Witherstorm and the dismantlement of the Old Builders. They don’t know she snores when she sleeps, they don’t know she used to skip rocks on the river near her treehouse, but most of all, many people didn’t even know she was an orphan herself.

#minecraft story mode #mcsm #mcsm jesse #mcsm radar #mcsm olivia #minecraft story mode fic #mcsm fic #draconic fics #in my personal storyline Radar is 14 at this point and Jesse is 22 #aka big sister/ mother figure Jesse finding Radar and adopting him sdkjfh #oh and also Jesse is an orphan herself here so she immediately wants to fill that guardian role for Radar and protect him at all costs :'')