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straylightdream · 1 year

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maybe I wanna be yours

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: bang chan x f.reader

↳ “If you keep pacing you’re going to burn a hole in the title,” Minho said standing in the doorway.

Stopping in your tracks you looked up at Minho with wide eyes, “is it too late to cancel?”

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a lot of body insecurities, unprotected sex (reader is in birth control), oral (fem rec), fingering (fem rec), rougher more passionate sex, Chan is crushing hard and is quite whipped for reader.

Pacing back and forth in your apartment you share with Minho, Jisung and Chan your mind was racing; you were supposed to be leaving for your date soon. Your pacing led to you constantly smoothing your dress fearing it was going to wrinkle. You couldn’t believe you had actually agreed to go on this blind date. Minho had convinced you that he had the perfect guy for. You knew deep down inside you should have told him no you didn’t want to go on a blind date. You weren't really a person who went on dates at all let alone a blind date. You found yourself to be awkward, and you always assumed that’s how other people saw you as well. It also didn’t help that you struggled with being insecure when it came to your body and were always afraid your body would turn people off from wanting to be with you. From a young age you were strong with being insecure and had always tried your hardest to be confident. You had recently started to grow more comfortable in your own skin, but you still didn’t find yourself super desirable.

Another reason you didn’t exactly date was because the only relationship you had ever been in didn’t end well. Your college boyfriend broke your heart and didn’t help your self esteem at all. You couldn't really risk getting hurt or even risk suffering through a relationship that didn’t make you happy. You knew deep down inside you shouldn’t over think things because what if this guy was amazing and charming, and made you super happy. Minho and you had been friends since college and you knew he would never set you up with anyone who would hurt you. Minho has always looked out for you and your best interest since you met.

You just couldn’t help but stress and over think everything. You were the type of person that always stressed about everything, even if there was no reason to stress.

Your pacing continued as you walked across the kitchen to the mirror against the hallway wall looking at your dress fearing that maybe your dress was too tight and didn’t flatter your shape. You wondered if you should go and change, you had a pair of black pants that you thought made your legs look nice. The longer you stood there waiting the more you seemed to worry.

“If you keep pacing you’re going to burn a hole in the title,” Minho said standing in the doorway.

Stopping in your tracks you looked up at Minho with wide eyes, “is it too late to cancel?” Your heart was racing as your stomachs felt like it was twisting in knots.

Nodding his head, he said, “yes it's way too late to cancel.”

A heavy sigh passed your lips, “I can’t do this.” You started pacing again. Your mind continued to race trying to figure out how you could talk Minho into letting you cancel this blind. Because you should have never agreed to going on this. You hated the idea of not knowing who you were going to meet. You hated all the unknown possibilities.

“You can do this, you guys will get along great,” Minho said walking towards the kitchen island.

“Like what if he’s a crazy person and tries to kidnap me?” You said, causing Minho to laugh. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“That’s not going to happen.”

“How well do you know this guy?” You asked you want to know more about this mystery man he set you up with.

“I know him really well, we’re pretty close.”

“I don’t have a lot of dating experience,” you said quickly, stuttering over your words.

“He doesn’t have much either,” he leaned against the counter smiling. “I think you two will get along great.”

Your pacing stopped in front of Minho, and you quickly stated your number one fear, “what if when he sees me he doesn’t like what he sees.”

Reaching out Minho rested his hand on your shoulder and looked right at you, “I promise you he’ll like what he sees, you’re a great girl and you’re beautiful. You guys will get along great.”

“You can’t make that promise,” you said, pulling away from him quickly.

“I’ll be back,” Minho turned on his heels and quickly walked out of the kitchen.

Leaning against the kitchen counter you started messing with your hair that you had spent way too much time on. You continue messing with your hair and looking down at the floor. Someone walked in and cleared their throat causing you to look up.

You found Chan in front of you smiling. You couldn’t help but admire how nice he looked wearing a sweater and a pair of nice jeans. Your eyes moved up and were met by his warm ones staring at you. Chan has always been so handsome and the sight of him in front of you is enough to give you butterflies. You can’t help but have a crush on him. You have since Jisung introduced you all those years ago.

“So why are you burning a hole in the kitchen tile?” he asked, causing you to smile.

“I’m extremely nervous,” you said quickly.

“What are you nervous about?” he walked over and leaned against the island across from you.

“So, I have this blind date, that for some reason Minho thought was a smart idea to set me up on, and honestly I regret agreeing to, I don’t know how to do this,” you can’t help but start rambling on.

“Why do you want to cancel?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Because what if when he sees me he doesn’t like what he sees?” You said, sounding as if you were almost on the verge of tears.

Stepping towards you he slowly reached up, taking your chin in his hand, tiling your head up so you were looking right into his eyes, “believe me I like what I see.”

Your eyes went wide at his statement and pulled away from him, “what?” You can’t help but blink attempting to figure out if he’s messing with you or if he’s saying that attempting to get you to relax.

He gave you one of those signature smiles where his dimples show, “well you see I also had a blind date tonight and Minho informed me that you were my blind date, and he sent me in here to give you a pep talk. He mentioned he was worried we wouldn’t get a security deposit back if there is a hole in our kitchen.” Your mind is reeling attempting to process the fact that Chan is the man you are supposed to go on a date with. You’ve had a crush on him since you met and possibly the only person who knew about your crush is Minho. You take a deep breath realizing that Minho's little plan was working out just how he wanted it to.

“Are you sure you want to go on a date with me?” You asked, fearing that he might be disappointed learning your his blind date. You were a little afraid he might say he doesn’t want to go on a date with you. Maybe after finding out it was you he would want to cancel the date.

“Yes, I would love to go on a date with you,” he reached down and laced his fingers with yours. “I already thought you were funny and beautiful so I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Oh,” you were caught off guard by his statement. Bang Chan was way out of your league. You were very confused on why he would want to go on a date with you or all people.

“So, it’s not exactly a blind date anymore, but would you like to go on a normal date with me?” he asked with a smile.

“Um,” you stuttered. This whole situation had you feeling super nervous.

“You can say no if you want, I’ll completely understand,” he said, letting go of your hand and taking a step back. He seems just as nervous as you suddenly.

“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you,” you said, stepping completely out of your comfort zone. Reaching down you laced your fingers with Chan’s again. “What did you have planned for this date?” In the whole time you have known Chan you realize you’ve never seen him go on a date. What would he have planned for your date? Had he fully made plans for the evening?

“I was thinking maybe we could grab dinner and then maybe go for a walk together and look at the stars,” he said nervously. “You know I haven’t gone on many dates, and I wasn’t exactly sure what we should do.” His statement caused you both to let out a little laugh at how nervous you were.

“That sounds like a great date.”

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Dinner was really nice. You went to Chan’s favorite Italian place in the city. It wasn’t anything fancy but it felt as if it was home. You walked hand in hand through a park that wasn’t too far from your shared apartment. You walked towards a panic table that was next to a huge tree. Walking over you sat down on top of the table as Chan stood across from you. He stared at you smiling. He couldn't lie to himself, he felt like he owed Minho an apology from when he told him to stop trying to find him to date. If Minho had actually listened to him he probably would have never got the courage to ask you out. Chan seemed to be just as nervous as you when it came to dating.

“I love just staring at the stars,” you said looking up at the stars. You were far enough from the city that you could see the beautiful night sky clearly. “When I was younger I always wanted to be an astronomer, the stars have always been so fascinating to me.”

Sitting down on the table next to you he looked over and said, “when I was younger I always wanted to be a songwriter. I have so many tracks on my laptop that I have written and produced before I graduated college. It was always a dream of mine to work in the industry.”

You looked over at him and smiled. What he was telling her was something you had never known about him. You had never really heard much about his life before he moved in with Minho and Jisung, other than the only person he really had was Jisung. “Do you still write songs?” You asked.

He nodded his head smiling, “Whenever I get a chance I do.”

“Can I maybe hear some of your songs sometimes?” You weren't sure if you were overstepping your bounds, because maybe his music was personal to him. You’ve never heard Minho or Jisung mention his music before.

“Of course,” he smiled, reaching over and lacing his fingers with yours again.

“Chan, I don’t really date per say, but I think it's safe to say this has been a really good date,” you said with a huge smile.

Looking over at you he smiled and tilted his head to the side looking right into your eyes, “I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but can I kiss you?” he asked.

Your heart raced at his question. You couldn’t lie everything about Chan gave you butterflies in the best way possible. He was the definition of handsome, and he was built like a God. The thought of him kissing you made you feel like butterflies were dancing around in your stomach.

Slowly you nodded your head not even aware if you could actually say words in that moment. He reached up and rested his strong hand on your cheek tilting your head towards him. Gently he pressed his lips to yours for a soft kiss. You felt sparks as your lips moved together. Pulling away you both had goofy smiles playing across your lips.

“We should probably head back to the apartment,” he whispered.

“Sounds good,” you said as you got up from the table holding hands.

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As you arrived back at the apartment where you both lived you stood in the kitchen staring at each other. You both knew you needed to say goodnight and go your own ways, but neither of you could bring yourself to say goodnight. The date had gone so perfectly you weren’t ready for the night to be over yet.

“Are you glad you didn’t have Minho cancel your blind date?” he asked as you stood in the same spot you had been standing when he found you before your date.

You smiled and nodded, “I’m glad Minho sent you in to calm me down.”

“I think this is where I’m supposed to walk you to your room and say goodnight,” he said walking towards you closing the small distance that seemed to be separating you. Your night with Chan was really nice and you can’t help but be sad it’s coming to a close.

“Okay,” you said, taking his hand.

He led you down the hall to where your room was located. Leaning against your bedroom door you stared at Chan trying to figure out how you should ask him to come inside. You had never done this before but this date was special, and you didn’t want it to end as just a kiss goodnight. You wanted to know what it would be like to have more with someone like your roommate. The beautiful boy with dimples who always seems to make you smile.

“I’m going to kiss you again,” he said leaning in and pressing his lips to yours for another kiss. This kiss wasn’t like the first one. This one was filled with more lust, he glided his tongue along your bottom lips asking for you to open your mouth for him. Your tongues moved against each other as your lips danced. His strong hands rested on your soft hips pulling you closer to him. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. Pulling your lips away from him you bit your bottom lip for a moment.

“Did you want to come inside?” You asked softly, attempting to be bold.

“I should say no. I should really try to be a gentleman and leave this night with just a kiss,” he pauses, taking a deep breath. “But I really don’t want to leave this night with just a kiss,” he said, causing you to smile.

“I don’t want you to say no,” you whispered.

“Will you go on another date with me?” he asked.

With a smile on your face you nodded your head quickly, “yes I would love to.” Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the thought that your roommate you have a crush on likes you back.

“Are you sure you want me to come in?” He suddenly seems shy and sounds like he might be worried you could change your mind. Little does he know you've had dreams at night about sharing a bed with him.

You smile leaning forward and pressing your lips to his for a quick kiss. “Of course I want you to come in.”

“I promise I’m not expecting anything,” he said, trying to let you know he didn’t have any motives.

“I know you’re not, but I want to do this,” you whispered, reaching down to lace your fingers with his. As you opened your bedroom door you led him inside. You clicked on the bedroom light, and walked over towards your bed. “I need you to know I never do this, and I’m not exactly comfortable in my own skin at the moment. I’m trying to be confident, but I want you to know I’m not a small girl and I have stretch marks and curves where not every other girl does,” you said with butterflies in your stomach. You're trying to remain confident as you speak to him.

Reaching up he rested his hand gently on your cheek and said, “you don’t understand how beautiful I think you are.”

“Thank you,” you whispered as you stepped away from him. You stepped out of your flats and then slowly you turned around and looked over you shoulder at him signaling for him to help you with the zipper on your dress. Silently he reached up and slid the zipper down your spine. As it reached the bottom you turned so you were facing him again. Slowly he reached up and moved the straps of your dress off your shoulders so it fell on the floor at your feet. Standing there in front of him in nothing but your bra and panties you stared at him feeling oddly brave and confident all the sudden. You know Chan isn’t some jerk who is attempting to lead you on. He’s not like the college boys who you have dealt with in the past who had no issue sleeping with you and then treating you like you were some dirty secret. From the moment you met Chan you knew he was a kind hearted boy. He’s a giver in every sense of the word and he always tries to protect the people he cares about. You remember when you first start living with him and the boys and you came home after an awful date and he noticed right away you were upset. He stayed up late watching Howl’s Moving Castle with you. He told you that night he hates seeing you sad, and he never wanted to see you cry or be hurt over a guy who didn’t know a good thing when they saw it. He’s always there to pick up the pieces and cheer you up when you're sad.

Reaching over you grabbed the hem of Chan’s sweater signaling for him to remove it. He pulled off his signature black sweater he always wears when it’s chilly. Kicking his shoes off he looked at you smiling before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off. He reached down and removed his socks so he was standing in front of you in nothing but his boxers. Biting his bottom lip, he watched you for a moment as your eyes traveled up and down his toned body. His beautiful golden skin is on full display. This isn’t the first time you’re seeing him practically naked. Chan is always walking around the apartment practically naked. Minho constantly roasted him for his lack of clothing. He’s mostly shirtless walking around in workout shorts but more than a handful of times you’ve seen him walking around in just his boxer briefs.

“I’ve seen you practically naked more times than I can count but this feels so different,” you say, reaching out and lightly touching his abs. He nodded as he watched you continuing to stare at his toned body. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered. You hadn’t planned on saying out loud, but you wanted Chan to know what you thought about him. This was no time to be shy about how you were feeling.

Leaning forward he slowly pressed his lips to yours again. Reaching between you he unhooked your bra and pushed the straps down your shoulders. Pulling his lips away he whispered, “you are so beautiful.”

You stood there topless in front of him as he dropped down on his knees and slowly slid your panties down your thighs. Staring up at you he pressed gentle kisses across your soft stomach. Biting your bottom lip, you watched as his lips slowly moved lower towards your most sensitive area. Slowly he moved his tongue across your slit causing you to let out a moan at the feeling of his tongue against your skin. He slowly moved his fingers across your entrance as his tongue moved against her clit. You closed your eyes and moaned. He slid a finger inside you and started pumping them at a leisurely pace. After a few pumps he added another finger into the mix. Curling his fingers slightly he hit the right place. After a couple of pumps he pushed you over the edge. Moaning his name, you came panting. A warm wave washed over you as you rode out your high.

Removing his fingers from your core he reached up and placed his fingers in his mouth licking them clean, “you taste amazing.”

“That was amazing,” you panted, causing him to laugh. You don’t know the last time someone made you come that quickly.

“Why don’t you lay back on the bed?” he asked as he reached down and removed his boxers.

You didn’t say anything, you just crawled onto the bed and laid down. Your eyes stayed locked on him as he gave his hard erection a few pumps. He crawled across the bed and hovered over you.

“Are you on birth control? Do I need to get a condom from my room?”

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean and I trust you.”

A smile spreads across his lips. “I’m clean too. I got tested with Changbin a few weeks ago.”

Connecting his lips to yours as he reached between you and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you nod. If he was able to make you fall apart that quickly with his mouth and fingers you can’t wait to see what comes next.

Slowly he slid inside of you. A gasp passes your lips at the feeling of his length entering you you couldn’t help but moan. He was large but he felt amazing as he stretched you in the best way possible. Reaching up you ran her fingers across his tone back holding onto him as he moved at a leisurely pace thrusting in and out of you. Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the feeling he was giving you. His lips were leaving a trail of wet kisses up the column of your neck. Your hungry hands roamed his back wanting to touch every inch of his golden skin.

“Eyes on me baby girl,” he rasped, grabbing your attention.

Your eyes opened wide as they locked onto his dark ones. You couldn’t help but moan and he continued to thrust into you over and over again. Swinging your leg over his hip, your leg rests right above his tone butt. His pace started picking up more as you started to moan more and more with each thrust. You prayed Minho and Jisung weren’t home so they wouldn’t hear you moaning Chan’s name like a prayer.

“You feel amazing,” he groaned. He was getting closer to the edge and hoped you were getting there as well. “Are you close?” he asked, trying to hold his composure.

“Yeah,” you moaned.

He roughly connected his lips to your as he started to pick up the pace more. His slapping into yours at a brutal pace. Your fingers started to claw at his back as you got closer to the edge. With a few practically hard thrust he pushed you over the edge, pulling your lips away from his you couldn’t help but moan his name. He got a few more thrust in and hit his own high. He held himself up in his arms for a moment and stared at you as you were a panting mess below him. Reaching down he pressed a soft kiss against your lips before rolling onto his side next to you.

“That was amazing,” you sigh, still trying to come down from that last intense orgasm.

“Yeah it was,” he smiled looking over at you.

“That was the best blind date ever,” you said with a little laugh.

“Remind me to thank Minho,” he said, reaching over and lacing his fingers with yours again.

“Yeah I think we owe him big time,” you laughed.

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maximoffcarter · 1 month

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Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot

Warnings: Panic attack, mentions of anxiety.

Summary: Alex knew what an anxiety attack was, and she learned to deal with them alone. But now, she had Casey.

A/n: A soft (bit angsty?) Calex fic where Alex has a panic attack. Our cute buddle of anxiety. Thanks to the anon for requesting this! I pretended that Casey was never suspended and our fave lesbians started working together since before hehe. Keep the requests coming you guys! Enjoy and leave your comments, reblogs, hearts, whatever you'd like, will be very much appreciated🫶🏻

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A panic attack is a brief episode of intense anxiety, which causes physical sensations of fear. That was the definition that was stuck in Alex’s mind since she can remember. She looked it up in a dictionary one time in college after feeling like passing out after an important exam. She had heard a girl mentioning it, that she’s had panic attacks before, but she never experienced one. But she figured hers had just been anxiety and stress related, so she never thought about it again. Years later, she saw one of the victims having a panic attack right before she was going to testify, and she didn’t know what to do, but thankfully, Olivia had been there. She saw how Olivia knelt down with her and tried to talk her through it, and then when the girl finally focused her eyes back on Olivia, she started asking questions for the girl to focus on her surroundings. They were very similar to anxiety attacks, and now she wondered if she had ever had one, but she would know, she knew anxiety attacks perfectly. She kept in mind that she needed to learn how to be there for the victims, learn techniques or anything in case this happened while she was alone with them, because she knew this was not going to be the last time that she saw one.

Years later, she had managed to help one or two victims go through what she recognized as an anxiety attack, and this had also been to her favor since she had been able to recognize and end her own. Years of being alone, she had to learn how to control her own anxiety, because sometimes pills didn’t really work and plus insomnia, it wasn’t the best feeling in the world. In so many cases, defence attorneys had tried to use either insomnia or anxiety as they excuse for murder, rape, or any other crime, and Alex joked about how she had both and she was still somehow sane, but the reality is that she didn’t wish neither of them to anyone, not even her worst enemy. She suffered long nights of sleepless nights, crying, heavy breathing, headaches, sweating, etc. Normally, when she knew an anxiety attack was coming, she felt dizzy and her head started hurting badly, so she either locked herself in her office or when she was alone in her apartment, she made sure she was in her bed or sometimes even in the bathroom in case she needed to splash some water in her face. She had learned to deal with it. To deal with the daily pills.

When Casey and Alex got together, it had been before she had to leave for Witness Protection, she had met Casey while they were both waiting in courtroom for arraignments, Casey was waiting for Mary and Alex was just waiting for her case to be next, so they sat down and talked for a bit. Then they met for some drinks, they shared college stories finding out that they could’ve met any time, but fate had been a bitch back then until now. The second night they went for drinks, Casey went back to Alex’s and that’s when their hookups started; when Alex’s anxiety decreased. They’d see each other every other night, whenever they were free, sometimes when they just had a small break or when they needed each other. But then Alex had to die. She had broken the rules and she had called Casey to let her know she was alive, she couldn’t bare the thought of leaving Casey and make her think that she was dead, it was enough that they had taken her life from her, she wouldn’t be able to live with the thought that Casey believed she was gone.

Her anxiety increased drastically. A whole year on her own, avoiding meeting anyone new or talking to anyone because she feared that anyone would want to kill her or do something to her and that was the worst she had ever felt. Then she was back with Casey, even if it was for a week only, she had felt some sort of relief; being back in Casey’s arms, feeling her warmth, her presence, her scent, just having her there by her side. And then back to her nightmare, for 2 more years. At some point she thought this was her life now, running away, hiding forever, her anxiety killing her day by day, but when she was finally told that she could go back to New York, that she was out of risk, things seemed to be a bit better. Once she was back to New York, Hammond thought the first thing Alex would do was go back to get her job back, or at least be able to be part of the DA’s office in some level, but no. Her first stop was Casey’s apartment.

She had been so nervous going back there after 2 years, she thought maybe that Casey had gotten over her, after all, they had never said anything about being exclusive or they put a label on what they were when Alex was still in New York before the whole nightmare, but deep inside, she wished that Casey would still want her, or at least be willing to accept Alex back in her life. She would accept anything, as long as she had Casey back in her life. Alex knocked on the door softly, waiting patiently for Casey. As she heard footsteps approaching the door, she feared that it was someone else and not Casey, feeling a tight pressure on her chest as she closed her eyes. But then, she heard that voice that had become music to her ears, she opened her eyes and there she was.

“Alex.” Casey breathed out, a smile on her face. “You’re back.”

Alex smiled softly as she felt tears rolling down her cheeks. “I am.”

Casey didn’t waste more time and placed her hands on Alex’s neck, bringing her close to her and closing the gap between them. And right there, that pressure Alex felt on her chest, was long gone as she placed her hands on Casey’s waist and pulled her impossibly closer to her, kissing her back. Her mind still annoyed her a bit as the stood in Casey’s doorway kissing, anyone could see them, but also she didn’t care one bit. She was back with Casey. Casey was happy to see her. She had missed this feeling; she missed feeling safe. They finally pulled away and chuckled like two teenagers as they stared into each other’s eyes, both women feeling like it was just a dream and they’d soon wake up to find it was not real. But it was very real.

Alex smiled as she pulled away slightly. “You look so beautiful.” She chuckled softly.

“So do you.” Casey smiled as she stroked her cheeks. “You haven’t changed.”

Alex shrugged. “One or two wrinkles.”

Casey rolled her eyes. She then smiled at Alex, her hands dropping to Alex’s. “Come on in?”

“I’d love to.” Alex smiled as she let Casey pull her inside.

Casey closed the door and then turned to look at Alex. “You’re…here to stay…right?”

Alex smiled softly, her whole body feeling warm as she nodded. “Yes. I’m never leaving again. I mean-“ she shrugged. “Unless you…you don’t want me here, then I-“

Casey grabbed her by her waist and pulled her against her body, kissing her lips softly. “You really think I’ll let you go again? You’re out of your mind if you think I’ll do that.” She grinned.

“I’d have to sue you if you do.” Alex smirked as she pulled her back for another kiss.

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A whole year had passed since Alex was back in New York, she still took some time to adjust once again, feeling so weird to be back, feeling like she had never been here when this had been the place she had known her whole life. But with the help of Casey, things seemed a bit better. A month or so later, she was offered to be back to the DA’s office, coming to an agreement that she would be sharing cases with Casey, and honestly, that was the best offer they could’ve told Casey because she as loaded with cases, and having Alex there with her, it was definitely a win. Alex started slow once she went back to the office; a whole new office, a whole new rhythm at work, new faces, there were just a lot of new things. At first it felt overwhelming, but Casey made sure to be there at every step of the way so Alex wouldn’t feel like she was lone.

Casey knew about her anxiety, Alex had been honest about it since they met. At first hesitant, thinking maybe Casey would feel like it was too much for her and she’d want to run away from it, but Casey stayed, she always stayed. Casey made sure to be there on her first return to court, and hell, was she happy that Casey had been there, she had felt so safe, she could definitely say that Casey was her lucky charm. But after that, she felt like she was back in her element, and everything seemed to be okay, everything was back to normal, she felt like she had gotten her life back.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when they got this big case that ended up including around 5 murders and two rapes, Casey had been busy in another case, so Alex had been the one to take it. Everything was going smoothly, the squad had found enough evidence for them to get somewhere and build a strong case, but just like every good start, there has to be bump, and that’s when things started to look a bit rocky, and the stress and pressure started. At first, it felt very familiar, this stress and pressure that she experienced every single day, bad news after bad news coming from the squad and ruining her case. It was the first time in a while that she had stayed in the office late at night, alone. Normally she stayed with Casey or even Olivia and Amanda, but today, she was completely alone. At first it seemed okay, she got some work done and let Olivia know that she needed more and to please call her if they found anything new.

She went back home, letting Casey know that she was on her way, and she’d order some food for them once she knew Casey was on her way back home too. Just as Alex closed the door of the apartment, she groaned because she had a hard time locking it, feeling her hands going numb for a moment, dropping her briefcase and her coat to the floor, not even caring. She walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, sighing heavily as she started unbuttoning her shirt. She tried to focus on what was happening to her, but her head was spinning around and with each step she took, she felt herself sweating more and more. Was she having an anxiety attack? No. It couldn’t be. She was a bit stressed but other than that, she had been feeling okay all day, or…fine. Maybe she needed her pills, but it had been a while since she’s felt like this. For a moment she got to focus on what she was doing, so she had the glass of water and drank it all, but then it’s when it started to get worse.

She felt her heartbeat raising, and she started to hyperventilate pretty quickly. She was confused as to what was happening, she had never felt like this. She tried to think back on how her anxiety attacks worked, but they were so different, it was stupid because she knew anxiety attacks could present differently, but hers were always the same, she recognized them. This was not an anxiety attack…this was a panic attack. Before she knew it, she was able to get to the couch, trying to sit down but instead of the couch, she landed on the floor. She tried to take off her blouse, almost ripping her as she felt like she couldn’t breathe, and tears starting rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t know how long she was there for, she felt like it had been an eternity, and then she felt a pair of hands on her. She looked up to find Casey kneeling right in front of her, she could see her lips moving but she couldn’t make up the words. She felt dizzy, she kept hyperventilating, and the tears wouldn’t stop coming.

Next thing she knew, she felt something cold on her hands and her neck and for a moment she panicked because she thought she had started sweating cold, but for a moment she came back to her senses to find out that Casey had put some ice cubes on her hands on was running one behind her neck. Alex stared at her, breathing heavily, her chest going up and down as she tried to talk to Casey.

“C-Case-“

“I’m here. Can you hear me?” Alex nodded softly as she kept breathing heavily. “Okay. We’re gonna try something, okay? I need you to look around and try to focus on 5 things around the room. Anything.”

At first Alex was confused but she started looking around the room; the TV was one, the lamp that she had bought 2 weeks ago just because she liked it and thought it was perfect for their living room, all the books that they had put together making Casey joke about them having a library of law, the vase that Casey had said so many times that she didn’t like but still accepted it because Alex loved it, and finally her eyes landed on the picture frame that Casey had gotten on Valentine’s day, a day in central park, just the two of them.

Casey watched as Alex’s eyes moved around the room and focused on each thing, she gave her a moment before she nodded. “Okay, now, baby. I need you to tell me 4 sounds that you can hear right now.”

Alex looked back at Casey and closed her eyes for a moment. “Uh…outside…the…the traffic.” She shook her head. “Annoying.”

Casey nodded, holding back her chuckle. “Anything else?”

“The uh…the fridge. It makes…it m-makes a weird sound.”

“Yes, it does sometimes. What else?”

Alex groaned a bit as she tried to find anything else. “The neighbors. Their steps. I-It’s like they…they never stop w-walking around.”

Casey nodded as she smiled a bit. “One more thing, Lex.”

Alex opened her eyes to look at Casey. “Your voice.”

Casey smiled softly. “Yes, I’m talking. That’s great baby. Now.” She got her briefcase from the couch and opened it trying to get whatever she had inside, emptying it on the floor beside them. “I need you to find three objects and feel them.”

Alex looked down at the floor and started to grab whatever she could find. She first grabbed a clip, Casey always kept some just in case, but they ended up all over her briefcase. Then she grabbed her pen, it was Casey’s favorite pen. Alex bought 10 different ones, but she had preferred Alex’s and she said it was her favorite because it was Alex’s favorite, so she gave it to her. And the third thing was a ball. She furrowed her brows and looked up at Casey.

Casey shrugged. “I forgot to put it in my other bag.” Alex huffed a chuckle, making Casey chuckle too. “Okay, we’re almost done. Can you tell me two things that you can smell?”

Alex smiled softly. “Your perfume. I love it. And uh…Cinnabon rolls?”

Casey nodded as she smiled. “Yes. And last thing…” she grabbed a candy that she had on the small table and unwrapped it for Alex. “Tell me how this tastes.”

Alex grabbed the candy and put it in her mouth, sighing softly at the taste of peppermint. “It’s peppermint. My favorite.” She smiled softly.

Casey nodded as she smiled. “Yes. Your favorite.” She placed her hand on Alex’s cheek and stroked it softly. “Welcome back.”

Alex stared into Casey’s eyes and then noticed that she had stopped trembling and hyperventilating. She took a deep breath and then breathed out, smiling softly. “How did you…”

“I’ve been reading about it. Anxiety and panic attacks. It can work for both. I think there was a different one but…this is the one I could come up with.”

“And the ice?”

Casey grabbed a small towel she had brought with her when she had gone for the ice, drying Alex’s hands and then moving her hair to the side to dry the back of her neck, kissing the side of her head softly. “The ice works to bring you back to your senses. Your body reacts.” Casey smiled.

Alex tilted her head as she smiled. “I think you picked the wrong career.”

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “I’m sure Huang could recommend a good school for me, so I start my studies. Fuck law.” She placed her hand again on Alex’s cheek and stroked it tenderly.

Alex laughed softly, leaning into Casey’s hand, smiling as Casey kissed her forehead softly. “Thank you.” She whispered softly afterwards.

“You have nothing to thank me. I’ve got you.” Casey whispered against her forehead, kissing it again.

“I don’t know what happened.”

Casey sighed softly. “Liv told me you’ve been pretty stressed about this case. Maybe it built up without you noticing. You’ve been sleeping less, I’ve noticed.”

Alex nodded. “Could be that.” She sighed as she looked up at Casey again. “This was not an anxiety attack.”

“I know.” Casey smiled softly.

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” Alex smiled.

Casey scrunched her nose. “You’d definitely be bored for life, and you’d be miserable without me.”

Alex slapped her arm playfully laughing softly. “You’re a comedian too?”

“Some nights.” Casey shrugged as she smiled. “Are you okay?”

Alex took a deep breath and smiled as she nodded. “I am. I’m feeling much better.”

“Good. Do you want to try to get up?” Alex nodded softly and Casey proceeded to stand up, offering her hands to Alex to help her get up. Once she was sure Alex could stand on her own, she ran her hands through Alex’s hair, pushing it out of her face. “Hi.”

Alex smiled softly. “Hi.” She leaned in and kissed her lips softly. “I’m definitely feeling better.”

“Good.” Casey smiled. “How about we take a shower and then we order some food? I did bring dessert.”

Alex nodded softly. “I like the sound of that.”

Casey kissed her lips one more time before she grabbed Alex’s hand and walked with her to their bedroom. Alex had never experienced a panic attack before, and she knew that she had to talk about it sooner or later, but Casey was so patient with her, she had been so calm and sweet. Casey was everything that Alex could’ve asked for and more, and she knew that she was not alone. Casey would always be there by her side.

#casey novak #alex cabot #alexandra cabot #casey novak x alex cabot #svu #svu fic #law and order svu #calex

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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Hiya! Can I request kimetsu academy tanjiro, Zenitsu and iguro comforting a crying reader

So like the reader got results back from a test that they had studied for and got an F. So like the reader storms out of the class crying. (Its hard to explain)

Thanks xxxxx

(I hope you're having a good day, remember to drink water and eat well!)

Awww! This has like transcended the phrase of ‘cute’ as its like super adorable, so of course I will, I hope you’re okay and this didn’t happen to you, darling!

Kamado Tanjiro

“Wait! Dokusha! Where are you—“ Tanjiro roared out in raw concern, leaning over his own wooden desk with anxious plum reds as you rushed out of the classroom, tears pouring down your face and sobbing deeply as Tanjiro sighed out his heavy concern, picking up both yours and his belongings before sitting up. He always treated you and your belongings so delicately as he truly respected and cared for you as a whole. You’re a dear friend, like a sibling to him and your sadness made his unsteady heart ping in sharp pain

Tanjiro, with both his and your bookbag strapped to his shoulders, silently left the Maths classroom at Sanemi’s say-so as he quickly traverses through the hallways, checking every crevice of the thin window panes peeking into the vacant classrooms to try spot your presence in any spot. He needed to find you as soon as possible and comfort you about your grade in your latest Maths test; a ‘F’. He has never gotten a ‘F’ himself but he understood all the shame and guilt you felt over failing

Tanjiro’s sympathetically aching soul sprung up in relief when he finally catches a split-second glimpse of you cuddled in the nearby but hidden corner of the attention-grabbing stairway leading up to the second floor of the spacious building. Tanjiro rushed over to you with every single word he planned to say to you to try break you out of your temporary shell ran through his mind as he crouched down and gently stroke a hand across your silky soft hair, your head buried in your knees

Crouching down in a silent manner to try lift your puffy, defeated eyes onto his face, his pure sweet smile sent a shock of compassion into your weak heart. He wouldn’t let you suffer like this at all, he truly cared for you at a deeper level then he did for most of his friends, he viewed you like a another little sibling and your crying would never be condoned by him. He was going to help you at every cause, he would ensure you graduate with him at the level you wish and he didn’t mind spending hours to teach you. Tanjiro’s devotion to your happiness is truly endless

“Don’t worry, okay! I am here for you! Always and forever! I’ll make sure you pass the next Maths test, I promise!”

Agatsuma Zenitsu

What? What happened? Zenitsu internally asked himself with a side gaze at you as you tearfully croaked out a half-assed excuse to leave the classroom and rushed out without a single care for your belongings, just sat at your desk completely abandoned and it concerned Zenitsu to a deep degree. You never willingly forgot anything you owed as you were better at keeping track of multiple things then he was, and he was the guy who went to school in his pyjama pants more than he can count on two hands. You’re the more organised one and whatever is bothering you must be serious

Zenitsu scanned over the paper you had left untouched on the wooden pane and his eyes felt as if they were gonna pop out of his sockets and throw themselves out the window. A ‘F’ grade?! You got a ‘F’?! How! You knew everything and Zenitsu practically idolised you as another bean above normal humans as you practically nailed every assignment ever given and you were like the icon of dedication. He alway wished he could be just like you and the fact you were crying over this hurt him greatly

Zenitsu quickly got up from his spot, leaving behind his own belongings in no care for anything, other than helping you. He, for sure, wasn’t the best person when it came to confidence nor studying but he wasn’t going to sit down and let you deal with all this guilt and shame over your tremendous failure alone. You were like his surrogate sibling for a reason, Zenitsu truly loved you like a sibling or even a cousin as he manages to catch you in the hallway, sobbing and sprinting as his running sped surpassed you naturally. He wasn’t trying to scare you, he just needed to bring you face to face with him

With a heavy heart and a sore puffy face, you met Zenitsu’s lively golden eyes as you let out a weakened hiccup. He truly didn’t believe this was real and he was almost convinced he was dreaming but with the immense pain coursing your expression, he knew he couldn’t try gaslight himself into thinking a ridiculous idea. As your dearest friend, he must help build you up so you can graduate this school at the most perfect standard you could ever want and he is ready to overstudy himself to ensure you reach that goal. It may seem extreme but he didn’t care…

“Dokusha. Don’t beat yourself up over it, something must have caused this to happen. Let’s try fix it together”

Iguro Obanai

Obanai was confused and conflicted as his beloved student Dokusha stormed out of his classroom, practically the second the school bell rang. He knew exactly why… painfully, he had to write you a ‘F’ for your latest test in his subject, Chemistry with a awful beat in his heart. In every other situation, Obanai wouldn’t care a single ounce for that student and would punish them for their incompetence but for you, his heart cracked as soon as the flood of terrified students pooled out of his classroom

Obanai packed up yours and his belongings in a speedy fashion so he could go to locate you, when the sliding room flew open again. His heterochromatic eyes burned in sympathy at the sight before him; you, with red and puffy eyes, tears falling down and a shivering frame. You were scared your favourite teacher was going to deal that gruelling system of punishment on you but you knew he would have to, he did it to everybody… what makes you so special?

Obanai firmly approached you, dropping his bag as he immediately closes the door to give you two privacy before taking both of your hands in his. “Dokusha. What did you struggle on? Did you sleep well last night? Have you been eating? What happened” Obanai rapid-fire dropped questions about your well-being as he truly wanted to know why you failed so bad at his subject, even when he spelt it out for you with your private tutoring lessons

“I-I… I don’t know, Iguro-san… I-I’m sorry! Please don’t yell at me too much…” You begged gently and defeated, going right back to heavily sobbing as you could feel all your stress and self-degradation pile on and on as Obanai shakes his head, leaning down a bit. “No. I won’t, I swear. I’m here to help you understand Chemistry, okay?” He used a hand to tilt your sore red cheeks and puffy face up as you nod weakly. You knew well that Obanai would never hurt you, he has grown a father-like love for you. Even as your superior and mentor, he was hoping to help you graduate with perfect grades

“Please, don’t cry anymore. Sit down with me, let’s go over your notes and see what went wrong”

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redslumbers · 2 years

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Tempestuous vs temptress🐦

Synopsis: you spend far too much time with baxter, and your lovely husband attempts to talk to you about it. code word; attempts.

Warnings: angry sex, pet names, cursing, dom!reader, sub!cove, face-riding, anal sex, breast-fondling, multiple orgasms, oral (reader receiving). slight pervy!Cove. Reader is a bit sadistic ngl. Fluffy ending.

Pairings: sub!cove holden x dom!fem!reader

OG: Our life: beginnings & always.

"I'm glad you decided to come and visit us, baxter." you proclaimed, Sitting down a cup of hot chocolate in front of the man. it had been 2 hours since he'd stepped through the front door, and you were happy to welcome him with open arms. Cove, your beloved husband however, wasn't so lively about baxter being here. Don't get him wrong! he doesn't dislike baxter, in fact, him and baxter are two peas in pod. He was the wedding planner after all! but...ever since he'd walked in through the door, baxter had been acting a bit too―..Close with you.

Cove isn't the type to try and Gatekeep his wife, but the way baxter came onto you made him frustrated. the way he'd wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you close or the way he'd grab both your hands and rub them invitingly, ignoring the rough texture of your wedding ring while Proclaiming how much he cares for you, and adding cove in at the last minute, even though it's clear he didn't want to.

And most importantly, how naive you were to all of it! assuming everything baxter did had no ill-intentions. everything he did was just what friends would do! that's why you went along with it happily. you were so air-headed and naive to the way he was acting towards you. a smile stretching across cove's face as that realization kicked in, of course you wouldn't purposely flirt with another man! He knew you inside out, since you were both 8 years old.

So why? why does his mind tell him your completely innocent to all this, but his heart doubts that. He tries to endure and suffer silently, but when baxter raises your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, the dam breaks.

Cove stood from his chair, in such a fast motion it slid back a little. Both you and baxter's attention turning towards him. "honey? are you alright?" you ask, separating yourself from the man, to walk up to your husband. He looked down at you, eyebrows furrowing a bit as he ignores you, walking up to baxter instead. "well, it's been great and my wife has enjoyed your stay, a little too much." The cyan expressed, muttering the end of his sentence in a uncharacteristically bitter tone.

"but me and my wife here have other things to do. so it's best you leave, Baxter." cove said, picking up the man's coat and Holding it out to him, scrunching his nose up at baxter's sly grin, he knew exactly what he was doing. "well, i see my company has been a bit of a nuisance to you, huh?" The man laughed while grabbing his coat from your husband. "i know when to leave, so I'll see you guys a little later." baxter stated, heading towards the door while you and cove trailed behind him.

"it was fun, s/o!" Bax smiled opening the door. "and hey, cove..." He called, making eye contact with your husband who was visibly holding himself back from closing the door in his friend's face. "take it easy on her, okay?" baxter turned to walk down the porch stairs, your view of him doing so blinded when cove closed the door.

"what happened?" you asked, standing in the living room. you could've sworn just 15 minutes ago everything was fine. you were all happily discussing how well the wedding was and how thankful the both of you were. But now cove was acting strange all of a sudden, it wasn't like him to kick someone out, much less baxter of all people. Had you done something wrong? Had baxter done something wrong? Was Cove tired? You stood there fidgeting with your ring as you waited for him to respond.

"i don't like how you and him got along.." Your husband responded softly which caused your eyebrows to furrow in confusion what did he mean? "Excuse me?" You asked, taking a step back when cove turned and look at you. his eyes narrowed a bit. "i..." He hesitated for just a moment. "i want to know if you were flirting.. ." He stated, somehow still keeping his voice soft. "What?" you gasp. "Cove― it's― I'd― i would never!" you sputtered much to shocked to form any genuine sentence. quickly, you came over to him to grab his arm.

"i want to believe that, but i find it hard after witnessing the two of you together for 2 hours." he frowned down at you sadly. he knew you'd never cheat. You loved cove so much, and you showed it through any way you could. you stared up at him silently. a sudden thought processing― Churning and Mixing itself in your mind, you felt a negative emotion bubbling in your chest and you couldn't quite process it, you've never felt any bad feelings towards cove.

Was it jealousy? For what reason? Maybe frustration? No, it was stronger. you scrunched your nose and furrowed your eyebrows as you came to recognize this ugly feeling.

you were angry!

not only were you angry, but you were angry at cove! So angry! The feeling building like bricks as your mind gives you awareness to your situation. Your angry at him for accusing you of liking his best friend. you grabbed his wrist, causing his sad expression to morph into shock at how tightly you grabbed him. "Honey?" "your sad cause i cheated on you huh?" "i never said―" "well allow me make it up to you!" you scowled, turning and pushing your husband onto the couch.

he sat up, looking at you. alarmed by your sudden roughness. "s/o..?" "strip, boy."

it'd been about a good 30 minutes since you'd initiated your way of 'making up' to your dear husband. although with how overstimulated he already was, it was more like a punishment, especially with the way you rode his face.

Your fingers tangling themselves into cove's pretty pale jade colored locks, pulling them every few seconds as you rubbed your wet cunt against his mouth, panting at the quick circular motion you'd set yourself. if anyone had asked; you'd shamelessly admit that you were taking your anger out on him, and you believed you had every right!

His hands gripping your thighs tightly as he tried to keep up with the way you moved your hips against his mouth, pathetically lapping at your soaked inner labia while letting out whiny gasps and whimpers. Honestly, he wasn't even sure if he was doing a good job but he ended up immediately getting his answer.

"c'mon, I'm trying so hard to atone for cheating on you, and your not even trying." you scoffed mockingly, slowing down your movements to a stop. "Maybe we should try something else, huh honey?" you fiercely recommended, while removing yourself from your current position over his face.

Cove wasn't stupid, he knew he'd made a mistake. the way you said that usually endearing nickname with such venom caused shivers up his spine.

"s/o, please listen. i didn't― Ngh!" he let out a sudden shocked cry when you came crashing down on his cock. your warm velvety walls tightly enveloping him in a way that he clearly couldn't handle. you smiled down almost mischievously as you watched your sensitive husband's composure break, Crystalline tears building on cove's bottom lashes while letting out huffy whiny breathes. "Aww poor baby, you gonna cry?" you mocked, brushing his hair from his face while watching his face's pretty contortions from how agonizingly good he felt. "no!― i―i.." he Whined, Cock Twitching from the Tightened pressure it was being surrounded with.

Usually during intimate moments like this you were kinder, gentler, you'd wait for him to get accustomed to your cunts warmth. But this time you didn't hesitate to start moving again. you Placed your hands on his chest holding him down as you begun to ride your lover almost brutally, bouncing onto his cock furiously, the way it sent sparks of pleasure through your body, the way it was sliding so deeply into your messy hole gave you the motivation to keep going with your plan. you let out a few noises, perhaps a moan here or a whimper there, but your husbands noises was really where it was at. (in your opinion atleast.)

you were focused and determined on Breaking Cove. While his blue teary eyes were Focusing on your the way your breast bounced, his eyes watching the way your pretty tits moved everytime you made any sort of movement among him. you, being so focused on his face didn't let this attention towards your breast go unnoticed and you didn't hesitate to do something about it either.

you grabbed cove's Hand and brought it to your chest, satisfied when he was at least smart enough to grope one of your Breast. "do you think I'd―..fuck!.. ever let baxter do this?" you asked clearly trying to prove a point, which was hard because of how hazy your mind was getting. "no! You woul―wouldn't!" he answered correctly, tears finally overflowing from his pretty lashes.

You could hear his voice shaking which meant he was near an orgasm which only caused you to speed up, evicting loud cries and pleas of your name from your husband while he grabbed your Waist, he was so close! So fucking close! it was the way you leaned down and bit at his bottom lip feverishly that drove him over the edgy, pretty pale dick barely having any room to Twitch inside your enclosed fleshy walls as he came for the 2nd time that night.

But you weren't done just yet, you didn't plan to stop untill you'd manage to cum at least once. You would've had at least one orgasm if it wasn't for you being so Enthralled on inflicting your anger onto Holden. he spilt his hot semen into your fluttering hole causing a sort of sticky feeling that you didn't pay attention too.

"wait― ngh! S―S/o! Stop!" cove gasped, Squirming underneath you from the feeling that took over his body when the intense pleasure that he'd felt from his previous Orgasm faded away. you payed no attention to his begs for you to stop, you were so absorbed in the feeling of his dick pushing in and out of your warm and messy hole, Hitting the sensitive spongy parts deep inside you that you Guaranteed, no PROMISED baxter couldn't reach, that any cries of overstimulation that came from Cove were given to deaf ears. "Mmh! S/o please slow down!" he begged. "S'too much! I― I can't!" he cried, tears dropping over the baseline of his eyelashes.

"Cove― wait, please baby, i just― I'm so close!" you Hazily explained, throwing your head back in feverishly Intense pleasure! he tried to use another method of getting your attention. he attached his fingers to your pretty nipple, Squeezing the bud in hopes of getting your attention which only caused you to let out a moan. While that wasn't the result he wanted, he wasn't exactly complaining― wait, yes he was.

Actually no, he wasn't. The overstimulation dying down when he felt it being replaced with a familiar feeling. fuck! He was gonna cum again! "s/o―..i―ngh! S/o!" he called your name, Rolling your pretty nipple roughly as he neared his 3rd time cumming tonight, you were gonna be the death of the poor boy if you didn't finally have a orgasm within the next 5 minutes. Your sweet husband would be lying if he denied the fact he was getting addicted to the way your soaked cunt swallowed his entire length so easily! covering his cock in your juices― or, was it his cum from earlier? Neither of you could tell to be honest.

his eyes looking down, attentively watching the way he disappeared inside you repeatedly, which was just enough to send him off his rocker. his back arching slightly when he came once again! Painting your gooey insides with his hot white semen for the 2nd time that night, you felt yourself finally on the verge of cumming for the first or second time that night, and you decided to end it off with a kiss, leaning down to catch his pretty lips with yours giving cove the chance to wrap his arms around your torso, Holding you close to him as you grinded desperately against him while he kissed you back, a subtle but helpful way to get you through the agonizingly good climax you were experiencing. After what seemed like an eternity, the feeling melted away yet either of you refused to move.

"....i'm sorry." a raspy voice whispered, making you sit up. "Huh?" you asked weakly. your husband looked up at you almost sadly. "i apologize for accusing you of flirting with baxter. i should've know you wouldn't hurt me like that." He rasped, sitting up against the couch arm. "I'm sorry as well." You replied getting off the exhausted man. "i should've sat you down and talked with you instead of exploding with anger and―..well y'know.." your voice trailed off while realizing how embarrassing it was too react the way you did to cove simply broaching his feelings to you. "...well, I'm not complaining." cove replied in a type of flushed and flustered way that made you laugh. "Stop that." you smiled. "well would you like to shower?? i feel gross." you asked, humming appreciatively when your husband agreed and kissed you on the forehead. "i love you, wife." cove reminded. "and i love you too, cove." you replied sweetly.

this was definitely one way to solve your problem.

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#cove holden #our life #our life: beginnings & always #cove #cove holden headcanons #our life headcanons #baxter #'Ducky's breadcrumbs!'#baxter ward #cove holden x reader #cove x reader

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pxperplxnets · 2 years

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comforts and songs

summary: conrad has a bad race, so alana goes to his apartment to cheer him up.

pairing: conrad laursen x alana diaz.

conrad and alana character descriptions

word count: 974

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

part one - previous part

san lucas - kevin kaarl.

for some reason i can’t answer the ask, so here is the conrad one shot! @hannahharp

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conrad had not had the best race.

he was in p3 for the majority of it until he lost control of his car, causing him to spin into the grass and not be able to finish.

as he got into the prema room, he immediately went up to alana, who waited for him with open arms.

“i’m sorry, love” she whispered. he stayed silent, pulling her further into him. “how about we go to your apartment later, cuddle for a bit?” her hand weaved through his hair comfortingly. he only nodded softly before he pulled away from her, kissing her forehead as he sat down next to her.

a couple hours later, conrad didn’t seem to be any happier, and it pained alana to no end. he was generally such an energetic and happy person, seeing him in a bad mood made her heart sink a little.

when they were finally able to leave, they both silently walked to conrad’s apartment. their hands sat intertwined between them as they walked, with alana humming softly to break the silence. she really didn't want to push him to speak, but silence was never her favourite thing.

as they got home, conrad went directly into the shower, not before leaving a kiss on alana’s cheek. the girl made her way into his room, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and one of his shirts to change into. she laid on his bed, scrolling through tik tok and waiting for him to finish showering.

coming out of the bathroom, a smile made his way onto his lips at the sight of his girlfriend -well, unofficial girlfriend- laying on his bed, wearing his clothes. alana noticed his staring and offered him a smile.

“better?” she opened her arms for him. “yeah, sorry about the mood” the boy apologised as he laid down next to her, laying his head on her chest and wrapping his arms around her waist. “it's alright, we all feel down sometimes” she reassured, taking her hand to his hair and caressing it softly. he sighed into her chest, going back into a comfortable silence.

“hey, lana?” conrad interrupted the silence after a couple of minutes. she hummed a response “would you sing me that song? the one you always sing?” his voice was shy, barely a whisper, and it melted her heart. “san lucas?” he nodded into her neck. “yeah, of course”

“dile ya, a tus papás, que no vas a regresar” (tell your parents that you won't come back)

“te vas con un loco que no te para de amar” (you're leaving with a crazy guy that won't stop loving you)

“a vivir salvajes, libres, libres allá en san lucas” (to live wild and free, free there in san lucas)

“tus ojos brillan más que la luna, sol y mar” (your eyes shine brighter than the moon, the sun and the sea)

“quiero desnudar tu alma y dedicarle una canción” (i want to strip your soul and sing it a song)

“darle todo mi cariño y entregarle mi amor” (give it all my affection and give it my love)

“oh-oh, oh-oh”

“oh-oh-oh”

conrad heard her sing, and even though he didn't understand the lyrics, he knew what they said. the first time he heard her sing it he asked her to translate it for him. it had become one of his favourite songs because it reminded him of her in so many ways.

“qué bonito tu vestido blanco” (your white dress is so pretty)

“que ella baila, que ella baila con el campo” (she dances, dances with the meadow)

“mira, mira, corazón, olvida el miedo que hay en ti” (look, look sweetheart, forget the fear inside you)

“es que deja de sufrir, todo aquello ya pasó” (stop suffering, all of it has passed)

“grita y ponte ya a vivir que todo va a salir mejor” (scream and start living, everything will get better)

“si escapas de mi vida ya, llorando siempre en tu habitación” (if you escape from my life, crying always in your bedroom)

“dile ya, a tus papás, que no vas a regresar” (tell your parents that you won't come back)

“te vas con un loco que no te para de amar” (you're leaving with a crazy guy that won't stop loving you)

“a vivir salvajes, libres, libres allá en san lucas” (to live wild and free, free there in san lucas)

“tus ojos brillan más que la luna, sol y mar” (your eyes shine brighter than the moon, the sun and the sea)

“desnudar tu alma y dedicarle una canción” (strip your soul and sing it a song)

“que toda tu mirada me demuestre tu amor” (let all your gazes show me your love)

“desnudar tu alma y dedicarle una canción” (strip your soul and sing it a song)

alana finished singing, her finger still weaving through his hair. she felt his smile against her skin, making her smile too.

“you're singing is amazing, love” he complimented “thanks” she giggled softly at the kiss he pressed against his neck “thank you for being here” he sat up a little to be able to make eye contact with her “of course, what are girlfriends for?” her eyes widened mid sentence, catching up to what she was saying. they had never talked about labels, had she screwed up?

fuck.

she calmed down a bit when she saw his smile. “i don't really know, but i have the best one” he leaned down to kiss her, making the girl giggle as he tickled her side mid kiss. “well, I have the best boyfriend, so i guess we’re both lucky” she said before kissing him again.

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authors note:

some conrad and alana content to ease the soul.

honeslty writing for them feels so much lighter than writing for aurora and paul dfhkshdf. but anyways, this is one of my favorite songs and it for some reason reminds me of conrad so yeah.

#Conrad Laursen #conradlaursenxoc #conradlaursenoneshot #conrad x alana #alana diaz #prema racing #Prema #premaoneshots #f4 #f4oneshots #pxperplxnets

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louellathebabex · 10 months

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To love and to lose (modern fic!)

Note from Lou: please do excuse any spelling mistakes, I can’t read English at times lmao and this is my first time writing on tumblr so please be nice❤️

Summary: Y/N is a very simple girl just wanting to get on with her normal day to day uni student life until she finds out that one of her lecture peers Aemond was mentally suffering, and through a harrowing loss the pair connect.

WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT :)

Warnings and TWs: angst, fear of loved one dying, ALS AWARENESS, funeral, dark themes

*note I don’t think I’ve missed any out but please do let me know if I have

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To the naked eye, it would seem that y/n was part of the furniture, a quiet, lonely girl who never bothered a soul sits at the back of the lecture theatre in her own world.

She was almost a star student, never missing a deadline and though her brains and humble nature were her most prominent attributes…she was drop dead gorgeous, with flaming locks of copper hair and eyes a misty blue she captured the hearts of many men including the lone wolf Aemond, he was one of the rarer types…more suited to Y/N than what she imagined but she never thought that he’d be hiding such a large burden on his broad shoulders.

The morning bell rang twice to indicate that it was time for you to head to your final lecture of the day, it was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday afternoon which meant that there wouldn’t be any decent seats available but luckily there was one good seat…right next to the absolutely dashing Aemond Targaryen the one with the most beautiful sapphire that would cut through your heart every time you saw it.

You were almost nervous when you say to him “Hi, is this seat taken?” To which he replies a simple “no” with an almost somber expression

This was odd behaviour from Aemond, you knew him fairly well and know that he wasn’t a chatty type an definitely not the type of guy that would flirt with you non stop all throughout the lecture but he’d normally be a little more…warm towards you, but today he just seemed off almost as if something had been bothering him.

The lecture finished sooner than expected and at 3 o’clock on the dot, Aemond gathered his things and sharply left the theatre which was definitely a cause for concern as usually despite his cold and icy appearance he was extremely nice and would do anything for you if you needed him and normally after a lecture he would sit and talk for a bit but but today he just left, not even a goodbye or any form of acknowledgment…just up and left.

Something is definitely wrong here, is he ok? I really hope he’s ok, did I offend him? I hope not.

So after the lecture you went on the hunt to find either Aegon, Helaena or Daeron (Aemonds siblings) to find out what is going on with Aemond, whilst on the look out for any of his siblings you ran into one of his philosophy professors Mr. Stark, you wasn’t overly keen on him as he seemed like he cared more about his paycheck than what he did his students and wether or not he made a difference to their lives, but you felt that he could possibly know where Aemond is and why he is acting this way, so you ask him:

“Professor Stark, i was wondering have you seen Aemond coming through here? He seems off and I’m worried about him” you ask knowing that Stark won’t give you a straight answer bc he is a straight up ass and he likes to be difficult but at your surprise he actually tells you

“Y/N, I know that you care very much for Aemond, but I think you need to stay out of it for your own good…he has a troubled home life but that’s none of your concern, he’ll figure it out soon enough” The coldness in Stark’s voice both enraged you and chilled you to your core because although you cared about Aemond, almost to the point of loving him, you needed to let him breathe because whatever he’s going through is his business and only his but at the same time you feel like he needs you as a shoulder to cry on and a confidant.

As you were walking away from Professor dickhead as many of the other students called him, you just so happen to run into Helaena, Aemond’s older sister and biology and ecology student, who of course is observing bugs on the campus grounds and mumbling to herself words that you cannot understand but through her incoherent mumbles you were able to make out

“Beneath the soil, a monster lingers”

Her words rang into your ears as clear as day, which made you realise that Aemond was not being strange…he was mourning a death but judging by the evident sternness of Helaena’s voice whilst mumbling “beneath the soil, a monster lingers” it seems that this person that he was grieving for wasn’t the hero of his life…but then again this was all an assumption, you couldn’t be sure until you heard it from the horses mouth so you continued to look for him all around the campus but as the typical uni day ended, you couldn’t find Aemond anywhere.

You got home fairly quick, quicker than normal actually rush hour was over so getting back to the comfort of home was easier than expected. Luckily for you your mom was out for the evening with her friends, so the kitchen was yours and you could do whatever you want for dinner…you normally preferred it this way as there was nobody in the house to boss you about and tell you how to do what you know best- cooking…it was a secret passion of yours, there were very few meals that you didn’t know how to cook, your favourite was spaghetti in a creamy pesto sauce, you knew this recipe like the back of your hand as according to your best friend Odette it’s one of the best things she’s eaten…you’ve always taken those type of comments to the centre of your heart as it feels lovely knowing that someone loves your cooking as much as you do.

During your usual cooking routine you find that you don’t actually have any pesto, one of the key ingredients of your famous recipe so much to your dismay you have to go to your nearest store to go get some. It’s not a far walk to the store but it’s enough to make you rethink your life choices.

During the trek to the store which felt like a lifetime away, you see a rather familiar looking motorcycle, black with a blue sheen to it, you’ve seen it before but don’t quite know where. With the store finally in sight, you walking speed increases and just as you walk into the store you hear a very familiar voice…it’s him…Aemond still looking as somber as he was in the lecture theatre. You thought about going over to talk to him but what could you say? He looks extremely sad…bless his soul.

You felt extremely bad for him, he looks like he’s going through something you can’t even imagine, you decide to go over and talk to him he seemed to be alone. You decided that in his best interest that you weren’t going to listen to Stark’s advice, I mean what does he know

“Aemond?” You said softly, whilst lightly tapping his arm “Are you ok, I noticed that you seem a little off”

He quickly turned and looked at you, the blue sapphire in the place of his right eye seemed darker than usual almost as if it reacts to his feelings

“Y/N? What luck that you’d be here, I can’t tell you what’s going on right now, it’s…tough” Aemonds voice seemed to crack after he told you that he can’t talk about it right now and as he turned away from you to walk away you grabbed his arm gently and said

“if you need to talk to anyone, please keep me in mind…loss is tough, I get that wholeheartedly but no one should go through it alone because you’ll make yourself ill”

“I wish I was the ill one-“ Aemond interrupted through a choked up voice. “I really can’t talk about it right now, if your available later tonight…we can talk about it then, I’ll ask Helaena for your number so you can give me the address”

Just as you was about to tell him your address, Aemond strode off in his usual fashion towards the checkout line, leaving you both sad and intensely interested in what was so intensely bothering him, later tonight couldn’t come faster.

You got what you needed from the store including some snacks because why not and you headed back to your apartment. As you were walking back from the store, the words “I wish I was the ill one” kept repeating in your head like a broken record, wondering what he meant by that, could it be that a close relative or one of his siblings were very ill? You truly had no idea, Aemond was very skilled in keeping himself to himself he never let anything bother him, or so you thought

Later on in the evening as you expected a phone call came through from Helaenas number, you loudly gulped down your hot chocolate as you waited for Aemonds arrival, you appeared to live not to far away from Aemond so as soon as he put the phone down, you were expecting a fast arrival from him.

About 15mins later, a loud ring was heard from throughout you apartment’s intercom system…it was him, still with the same somber look on his face as you saw him a few hours prior, you buzz him in and as you could hear his footsteps approaching the door, your heart thumped in your chest…as you opened the door he let down his hood and the blue sapphire lit up the room, as it normally did. Aemond strode through the hallway as you directed him into the lounge

“You’ve got a nice place here Y/N, much more…homely looking than my own place” Aemond said with a twitch of his upper lip, somewhat resembling a smile…the first you’ve seen since 2 days ago.

“I tried my best with the decor, I’m more of a…plain person if you will” you let out with a small laugh, the more you spoke to Aemond the more comfortable he seemed.

“Whenever your ready Aemond, please do tell me what’s going on…it’s utterly heartbreaking seeing you so sad” your comforting and warm voice seemed to coax Aemond into expressing himself, in a way that he hasn’t been able to do in some time.

“I’ve been going through it if I’m completely honest with you Y/N, about a week ago my mother fell ill…she’s normally fit and healthy but as of late she’s been finding herself having swallowing difficulties, she’s weak, she slurs her words…I decided to call the doctors a few weeks back and explained to her the situation and she told me that the answer probably wasn’t what I wanted to hear but she wants to run some tests…yesterday evening she called me and told me that her suspicions were right and that she had ALS…i don’t really know how to cope Y/N, just the thought of losing her haunts my dreams at night”

————————————————HI, JUST BEFORE YOU GO AHEAD AND READ THE REST if your affected by the events happening in this fic please don’t hesitate to contact me at my Twitter: @louvuvv, if you ever want a conversation about anything that’s bothering you, please don’t hesitate to get in touch, Lots of love🩷 *also if you would like more information and details about ALS please follow this link and if you’d like to donate to the ALS association please follow this link————————————————

Your eyes widened and couldn’t stop yourself from becoming emotional, you couldn’t quite believe it…how awful, just the thought of losing your mom was harrowing let alone actually losing your mom slowly.

With teary eyes you comforted Aemond and said “Oh Aemond, I don’t know what to say…I’m so sorry, now that you’ve told me we can work together so I can support you through this as much as I can”

As the days and weeks pass, Aemond slowly started to become more comfortable with sharing his thoughts and feelings with you and the deep connection became apparent to you both. But sadly as he got more confident speaking about his worries with you, his poor mother worsened, and the more Aemond saw her…the more frail and fragile she looked. By the time that Aemond turned 23 his mother’s condition had completely deteriorated to the point that you barely saw the Targaryen children around the small town you lived in.

On one dull gloomy day, the time came…the time that was inevitable to avoid, you passed the Targaryen household to give Helaena back her watch that you borrowed and all curtains, blinds and shutters were closed…Aemond’s mother had sadly passed away.

The church bells echoed throughout the town to mark the saddest death all year, everyone was super close with Aemond’s mother she was a staple council member…she was always the one that would organise all the summer fetes, Christmas markets and charity events…but now the village got so much quieter as her death was felt in everyone.

Summer passed with no summer fete, no markets were put up this year all notable charity events never happened and Christmas was just another day on the calendar. Her funeral was held on a solemn Friday, no laughter was to be heard and no joy to be felt, but in her wake the sun shone through the thick grey clouds signalling a new and brighter day was about to begin.

Two days after her funeral, things started to slowly go back to normal, small businesses started to reopen and the streets became busier. In memory of Aemond’s mother, you decided to throw a charity fete just how she would with all the bells and whistles…but this time instead of Cancer Research, you decided to host the fete for the ALS association…it seemed appropriate in light of the recent events…and to make sure that no expense was spared, all of the Targaryen children chipped in and gave their fair share of work. The planning of the charity fete went surprisingly smoothly, no problems seemed to arise from your point of view, everything fell into place as it should so that everything was perfect.

Two hours prior to the fete, you were setting out the final preparations and out of nowhere you were approached by a grief stricken Aemond

“You’ve done amazingly well with this charity event Y/N, I don’t think I could thank you enough for all your hard work to keep my mothers memory alive without even knowing her personally” despite his grief and sadness being evident in his voice, he seemed to have a glimmer in his eye signalling to you that despite his grief and his worst fears coming true…he still has hope that someone in his life could make him happy once again, you responded to him with a hug…the first hug he’s accepted and embraced since the worst day of his lifetime and despite Aemond not giving any form of emotion away, you felt something…as his true Targaryen nose buried into your soft skin you thought, could it be a spark between you and him?

The fete was amazing, a true representation of how brilliant and true his mother was and much to your surprise you raised £5,495 for the ALS association, such a grand amount which made you extremely proud to be part of such a loving community.

As the final cheque was sent of to the charity, you felt a hand placed lightly on your shoulder…it was Aemond once again but this time he returned with a big bunch of flowers, blue flowers at that.

“Thank you once again for your efforts Y/N, you’ll never know how much this means to me” and before you could respond he pulled you into a kiss, so deep that you could feel all the pain from his body slip away.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for quite some time, your a rare one Y/N and nothing would make me happier than to be yours” he said gazing right into your misty blue eyes, you knew now that this was the spark you were looking for…you’ve never been truly honest with yourself up until now, you’ve loved Aemond for a very very long time but you’ve always been to much of a chicken to admit it so when you saw him completely unfold his feelings to you on that day and when he thanked you for your charitable efforts, you just knew that you loved him.

One hundred percent sure.

“Nothing would make me happier for you to be mine Aemond truly, but first we should give these flowers to someone that i feel deserves them the most” you said holding up the beautiful bunch of flowers to your small aquiline nose.

You walked away from the post box both Aemond and flowers in hand and walked over to the cemetery where his mother was buried…you and Aemond went to go find her plot and the both of you, hands intertwined laid the flowers down in front of her marble headstone.

As the flowers were laid down in front of her name, a blue butterfly flew down and settled on both of your interlocked hands

It must’ve been her.

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A message from Lou:

Hi again! Thank you for reading my fic🩷it was a sad one huh? As I said above in the intermission, if your affected by any of the events in this fic please do get in contact via my twitter account @Louvuvv

I’ll see you soon with a spicy fic! Take care xx

#modern fic #house of the dragon aemond #aemondxreader #aemond targaryen

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Coming Home Pt.1

i wrote it before the russian invasion in ukraine, what completely changed my perspective for this work. anyway, i translated it and now i'm planning to make it a trilogy. before reading, i'm asking you to acknowledge the fact that even sleeping peacefully in your bed is a big privilege, and some of us will never come home. thank you.💙💛

Inspired by this post // AO3 link

Anthony Stark was known as a great warrior far beyond the borders of the Kingdom of Shield and Sword. A native of the nobility, he renounced his place in the Council and became an ordinary knight of King Nicholas the Furious, and very quickly had risen to a commander. He was called Iron Man for his steel will and endurance, cold mind, ruthlessness to enemies and kindness to his soldiers. And it also seemed that he was invulnerable. He came out of any fight victorious, without a single scratch. The swords seemed to pass through the flesh, leaving no wounds. The mere mention of his name made the invaders' knees shake, and discord and anxiety reigned among the barbarians. In the Three Kingdoms, he was loved and revered, the king himself trusted him with important decisions, his opinion was valued at court, but his life was shrouded in a veil of riddles and secrets.

No one has ever seen him with a woman or a man. Rumour had it that after the service he hid in an Ancient forest, in the heart of their homeland, but those desperate who wanted to follow him and reveal this secret, wandered in centuries-old groves for days until they were spat out to the walls of the city, exhausted and lost. Someone claimed that Anthony is a hermit, and lives in the forest to avoid unnecessary meetings with people. This was at odds with his bright friendliness and caustic sense of humour, which was liked by everyone who crossed paths with him. Someone whispered that he had sold his heart in order to instil fear in enemies and demolish their heads without the slightest hesitation, with one single movement of a sharp sword. Someone else thought that their commander had a wife and a brood of children a long time ago, but he did not want to show them to society and put them in danger.

But Anthony himself didn't give a damn about all this. He skilfully avoided provocative questions, joyfully greeted the townspeople, and still went into battle without a second thought, when his king demanded it. He was the only one who knew the truth, and what the gossips were right about was that he really didn't want to put his personal life on public display.

That is why he only rolled his eyes at the jokes of his knights when they returned from another campaign, tired, having suffered losses, but still with a victory. The commander was still quietly mourning the fallen guys who gave their lives for the good of their kingdom, but did not want to pull the fun of the survivors, allowing them small pranks. Despite the external impenetrable facade and the name given to him, Anthony was quite soft-hearted, nothing human was alien to him. He couldn't wait to get home, escape into the arms of his dear thicket of the forest, and forget about the service and the world around him for at least a few weeks.

A silhouette flashed by from the side. Stark turned his head, meeting the bright blue eyes of his right-hand man and good friend, Stephen Rogers. The man looked at him as if he saw everything that was going on in his head, and it caused some discomfort. Anthony knew that no one could read his thoughts, with or without magic, but the icy gaze pierced through, making him shiver. He only tightened his grip on the reins of his faithful horse Hyacinth and looked back at the empty dusty road. The path, trodden by thousands of feet, slither between the sown fields close to the standing village to the barely visible tops of the mountains, behind which the Kingdom were hidden. They had been on the road for several days in a row, stopped for the night every two nights, which made the foot soldiers' legs give out from fatigue, but everyone wanted to be home so much that no one dared to complain.

"Your eyes are glowing," Stephen said after a moment of silence, "you're eager to come home.

"Like all of us," he jerked his heavily armoured shoulder. "Don't you want to see your spouse?"

“Of course I do. And that's why it's strange to see the same expression on your face that I've been seeing on mine for the last two weeks.”

Anthony grinned and shook his head. The scoundrel will find out everything. Despite the fact that Rogers went hand in hand with him in dozens of battles, never judged and always treated with understanding, he also did not know the entire biography of his commander. All he knew was that Anthony was really waited by someone there, in the Ancient Forest, but he wasn't going to share it with anyone, not interested in intimate details. It was enough for him to see a smile on the face of a combat comrade.

“If you know, why are you asking? Do you hope that the hard shell will crack, revealing the golden core to the whole world?”

“No. I just want to understand you better, that's all.”

Tony smiled placidly.

"You understand me better than most, Stephen. And you know more about me than others. But there is something that even you can't find out.”

“Just answer me — are you happy?”

Anthony turned to Rogers with a dreamy smile, with his eyes sparkling like two stones of dark jasper. By his face only it was possible to understand everything, nevertheless the man quietly said:

“Happier than anyone in the world,” he gave a short laugh and added: “No offence, my friend.”

“None taken,” Stephen smiled in response and shifted the topic to a more general one, which relaxed Stark a little and allowed him to let go of himself, not controlling his own words so hard.

They reached the city when the sun hovered over the horizon in a huge circle, ready to set any minute. The crescent moon hung like a ghost in the sky, a bluish glow fighting off the rays of tired daylight. From the soft pink-blue twilight, everything around seemed softer and more magical, mesmerizing travellers with such a simple beauty of their native home. Already at the high gate, they were met by jubilant citizens. They showered the winners with millet and barley, flower petals and fragrant herbs in gratitude for the peace they brought. The cobblestones, darkened by the passage of time, led to the square under the castle, where the king was already waiting for them. On the narrow streets between the houses, the horsemen dismounted, and the pedestrians gathered in dense columns, cutting through the crowd like a sharp knife. Restless children were getting under the horses' feet, parents kept shouting, dragging the kids away from the steaming animals at the last minute. In the overwhelming hum of joy and approval, the knights approached the castle and stopped at the foot of the wide stone stairs where their ruler stood.

Nicholas spread his arms and smiled proudly, covering more than a hundred of his warriors with a single eye. They all knelt before him, with Anthony at the head, but the commander allowed himself to keep his head straight and look at the king in return. During those ten months of wandering the borders of the Kingdom and fighting the barbarians, Nicholas had not changed at all: he was still stern, but there was a barely discernible warmth in his eyes towards Stark, whom he considered to be his son, for all those years of faithful service. He nodded, allowing the knights to rise to their feet, and they all turned their eyes to the king with expectation and noticeable fatigue.

"Greetings, my warriors," he began majestically, "you are finally at home. We were all waiting for you with a victory, and you did not let us down. We praise the survivors and mourn the fallen. You defended our kingdom with honour and dignity, for which you will be generously rewarded. Tomorrow you will have a feast, but in the meantime you have earned the right to rest and gain strength. Glory to you!”

The people exclaimed: "Glory, glory, glory!”, loudly applauding and whistling in all sorts of ways. Anthony allowed himself a wry smile. Grooms immediately approached the horses, ready to take them to the stalls and take good care of them: wash, comb, feed and drink. Stark stroked Hyacinth's black neck and lightly squeezed the stiff mane with his metal fingers of armour, meeting the gaze of intelligent dark eyes.

“You were a good girl, my dear,” he cooed and buried his forehead in her nose just below the eyes, exhaling loudly, “you're just great. I'll come to you tomorrow, but in the meantime, listen to the grooms and try not to hurt anyone - they just want to take care of you," in response, he received a loud, as if indignant, snort, and grinned. “Yes, I know. But very soon we will be home. I promise.”

He finally patted the faithful horse on the neck once more and handed the reins to a very young boy who was looking at the commander's companion in fright. Hyacinth immediately shook her head and kicked her hoof in displeasure, to which Anthony grinned:

“She has quite a temper, but don't show her your fear. She can smell fright a mile away, and that's why there’s all this messing around.”

"Y-yes, sir," the young man bleated and pulled the black horse into a stall at the back of the castle. Stark watched them go until someone else's hand landed on his shoulder with force. He turned around, unsurprised that there were just few people left in the square — everyone had a place to be. The king looked at him expectantly, gripping the metal of his armour with strong fingers.

“Come on, Edward,” he was the only one calling the commander by his middle name, except Anthony’s parents, “we have something to discuss.”

"Of course, Your Majesty.”

No matter how much Anthony wanted to saddle Hyacinth and ride away into the forest, the service still stood above his own interests. That was why he nodded respectfully and followed the king into the Great Hall, where the councillors and governors, including his father, were already seated. Howard jumped up from a heavy chair as soon as Anthony crossed the threshold, and hugged him tightly, not ashamed of his high status and everyone present.

"Glad to see you, son," he said softly in his offspring's ear and pulled away, looking into eyes identical to his own, "you made your old man proud of you again.”

"Thank you, Father," Anthony replied just as quietly, feeling his chest warm from the words. Even though he was already in his fourth decade, and his father's face was covered with deep wrinkles, he still wanted to make his family feel proud of him. “Glad to finally be home.”

“I'm happy about it.”

Finally, Howard patted his son's hand with a flourish and sat back down at the table, Edward sat down next to him. The king, who had been sympathetically silent before, started talking about attacks on the state, demanding a report of what was happening on the borders and began a discussion about how they could stop attempts on their lands once and for all. All this dragged on until late at night, and everyone left the hall completely exhausted. Stark, who had not known a restful sleep for months, felt like an old sponge wielded by cooks in royal kitchens, washing plates and cups. Nicholas dismissed all those sitting and volunteered to escort the commander to his chambers, which he had once allocated for him in the palace. Edward stayed in them when it was too late to go home, as it was this time. At the king's wish, he just shrugged his shoulders and moved along the corridors with a measured unsteady step, jerking his shoulders every now and then: from long wear, the armour mercilessly rubbed the skin and pressed on tired muscles.

"You did a great job, Edward," the ruler said, looking at the man next to him with some concern, "very few people give themselves to the service with the same passion.”

"Serving you and the people of these lands is the least I can do.”

"That's the noblest thing you can do, as well. I will never be able to fully thank you.”

"Your praise is gratitude enough for me.”

"So that means your salary increase isn't really necessary?"

Nicholas smiled slyly, and Anthony shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to show that the allowance would be very useful to him. He was paid enough, but money is never superfluous. Stark was thinking about the future, saving money and cherishing dreams of children.

"As you see fit, Your Majesty," he replied plainly and shrugged again, anticipating how he would take off his armour to hell and forget about it for the next few weeks.

"I consider it necessary to raise your salary by twenty-five gold pieces and a two-month vacation in your beloved wilderness. Rogers will replace you in your absence.”

Anthony was taken aback by such generosity and even slowed down, looking dumbfounded at the king's back, covered with a black shirt.

"Your Majesty, I didn't even dare..." he shook his head, gathering his thoughts. "I am very grateful to you, sir, but I must ask if my soldiers have received the same honour?"

"Of course," Nicholas nodded importantly, "everyone will receive a bonus of ten gold and a month of rest. We have enough people to protect the Kingdom, and you deserve a long vacation like no other.”

"But will the treasury be able to withstand such expenses, Your Majesty?"

“It will. Again, thanks to your efforts, villages are not robbed or burned, fields are not trampled, our fertile land is not poisoned. People are still working, neighbouring kingdoms have concluded even more favourable contracts with us, which allows me to pay both workers and soldiers a decent salary. The Kingdom of Shield and Sword is only getting stronger every day, and your role is not the least in this, son.”

The general thought only for a moment before nodding humbly. Only in front of the king he could show such meekness, and only because he sincerely respected his ruler. It was not in his nature to bend under others, which he proved more than once by his actions.

In silence, they reached the oak doors of Stark's chambers. Nicholas put one arm around his shoulders, hugging him for a brief moment, and quickly left, leaving Anthony to himself. He entered the rooms and inhaled deeply the smell of clean bed linen and herbal soap. The already familiar surroundings pleased the eye: a comfortable bed with a red canopy, a sturdy table and two rough-hewn chairs that did not lose their comfort from carelessness of work, heavy curtains at mosaic windows, a wardrobe and several empty chests of drawers. Sparingly, because Anthony did not live here, preferring to leave the palace shrouded in an aura of awe and live surrounded by nature, life, reality, away from that majestic stone walls.

He began to unbutton the clips and straps, throwing off the heavy metal with a sigh of relief. It came with some difficulties, in the absence of another pair of hands, but soon he was left only in thick clothes with leather inserts, which went to the floor after the armour, leaving a strong body naked. Fighting a shiver from the palpable coolness of the night, Anthony pulled out a lighter garment from the chest of drawers and threw it on a chair near a large bucket of already cooled water that was waiting for him in the far corner behind the curtain. Stark stepped into the water with his feet, which made him shudder again, took a hard wash cloth and hastily moistened his body. After that, it was the turn of that scented soap — he lathered his greasy hair and exhausted body, and washed himself with water again. It turned completely gray from all the dirt that covered the commander's body for many weeks. He didn't try to wash himself until his skin creaked — he was too tired — but even after such a simple washing, he felt as if he had been reborn. With a rough comb, he somehow managed to untangle his dark hair, dressed and climbed under the blanket, sighing happily. The light cotton of the shirt and pants pleasantly cooled the body, while the feather bed and duvet warmed and gave comfort. He buried his nose in a pillow stuffed with feathers and curled up in a ball, pressing his hands to his chest. The solar plexus was burning with a familiar, barely perceptible heat, which made him smile. Already on the verge of sleep and reality, he thought that no matter how good it was in the royal palace, it would be a thousand times better at home. It took Anthony exactly four breaths to fall into the long-awaited deep sleep.

He woke up out of habit with the first cocks. The body still needed rest, but the mind was as clear as the sky that morning. The sun playfully peeked in through the half-open window, watching Anthony stretch with a grunt after a short, but still excellent rest. His stomach rumbled loudly, demanding at least some food, to which the man grimaced with displeasure - he did not want to stay in the castle for a minute, but he still needed to go into the kitchen and sneak a little treat for Hyacinth to please her.

He put on low leather boots and found his scabbard at the head of the bed. The familiar weight of the sword felt pleasantly on his hip as he walked briskly through the castle. The lower he descended, the more servants he met on his way. Everyone greeted him with a smile and a nod of the head, good acquaintances lingered to exchange a few words. Eventually, Anthony managed to get to the kitchen; the spacious room on the underground floor was covered with a blue veil of steam from numerous pots and pans on the stoves and in the oven: everyone was preparing for the upcoming celebration with might and main. Cooks and small servants were rushing back and forth with food and ready meals, giving instructions and shouting over the general noise.

"What kind of people," Anthony heard close to his ear and turned to the sound of a woman's voice. In front of him stood Natalia, one of the princesses who loved to visit the most unexpected places for the royal blood, “have you come to personally give instructions for the feast? Don't worry, I'm sure your favourite rum will be served first.”

“I'm looking for something to appease Hyacinth,” Stark chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, not giving up under the inquisitive gaze of the girl, “and what are you doing here? It's not right for Your Highness to get her hands dirty with such work.”

“Which I don’t,” Natalia shrugged her shoulders and waved two tight red braids, which received a disapproving look from one of the cooks. Anthony smiled knowingly and looked at the servants at the far wall, near the door that led to a narrow secret staircase. A dark-haired guy was looking back at him with a cocky grin. Strong, sinewy hands peeked out from under the sleeves of a gray shirt, fingers clutching the handle of an axe.

"Buchanan," Anthony drawled and turned his gaze to the princess, who, on the contrary, turned away with a barely noticeable blush. “Your Highness…”

“Yes, yes, I know,” she rolled her eyes, “he is married to Knight Rogers, happily married! It's like I have some kind of power over my own heart.”

“That's for sure. I can only say that your happiness awaits you somewhere out there, behind the walls of the kitchen. You'll be languishing here all the time – you won't have a chance to meet someone even more worthy," he fell silent for a moment. “And I also heard that Crown Princess Maria is coming to our kingdom. Her disinterest in men is a fairly well-known fact. So there is nothing to poison your soul with false hopes in vain. It's better to go out and give yourself a chance.”

Natalia looked at him for a good minute, without any reaction, before smiling gratefully, squeezing his forearm with an elegant palm.

“You are incredibly wise, Anthony,” from behind her back she pulled out a canvas bag with the clear rounded outlines of several apples. “I think this will be useful to you,” she also stole a slice of freshly baked bread from the table, still hot, and handed it to him, “just like this. Father will be displeased that you are leaving today.”

“The King himself gave me two months of rest.”

“I think he assumed that you would go after the feast.”

The commander's thin lips stretched in an anticipatory smile.

“May His Majesty forgive me, but I've been waiting to come home for almost a year. I'm not going to wait another minute.”

Natasha also smiled broadly and nodded towards the door, prompting the man to take action:

“Go ahead, then. Don't keep them waiting.”

Anthony nodded and went out into the corridors of the castle again, winding through the familiar passages and stairs until he was back in his chambers. He packed up his armour and other belongings in two clunks and left the room, closing the door tightly. A little later, one of the servants would come to clean up, but until then, no one should have seen the mess he had made overnight. Usually neat and thrifty, Stark took care of both armour, sword and horse, as well as clothes, bed, the house in which he lived, and the land belonged to him. He was ashamed to leave his chambers in such a state, but impatience was already boiling in his body lake oil, burning all his insides and urging him to go faster.

He went out to the stables, meeting the eyes of the old groom. The latter only nodded to him and continued to clean out the stalls, not paying any attention to him. It was quiet, only the occasional snorting of horses interrupted the established idyll. Hyacinth, as if sensing his approach, stuck her head out into the passage and neighed loudly, meeting her master. Anthony smiled, dropped the bags on the floor and stroked the horse's head, lightly scratching the short fur with his nails. The black looked much better than yesterday: neat, shiny, combed and obviously pleased, she poked Stark on the cheek and hands, demanding affection.

“Hello, my gear,” the commander addressed the horse in a familiar affectionate tone, “did you behave well? I see you've been taken good care of. Great. We're going home," he pulled an apple out of the bag and brought it to Hyacinth — the deliciously looking red sides immediately disappeared into her mouth with a loud crunch. The lips slightly hooked the open palm; after chewing, the horse trustfully licked the hand with a rough tongue, begging for more, to which Anthony smiled. “Okay, here's another one.”

The man fed her the remaining two apples and entered the stall, attaching the saddle to Hyacinth's back with honed movements, tightening the flaps and putting on the bridle. The thick black tail was swinging anxiously from side to side, but the horse was silent — she understood that very soon they would be home, and she would be able to forget about the constant load for a long time. Anthony secured the clunks on the saddle and led the animal outside.

The sun caressed the landscape with a soft morning light. Dark roofs of houses beyond the moor, overgrown with moss in some places, juicy green grass, which Hyacinth immediately pinched to chew, narrow trodden paths to the castle or to the city. The fortress itself pleased the eye with unusual gaiety, anticipation was in the air. Someone will celebrate in the large halls of the stone walls, someone will go to the city square much lower down the streets, and will dance until the morning. Only Anthony was indifferent to the celebration. With all his soul he was drawn to the forest, to his home, to a quiet harbour.

He checked all the fastenings once more and with a smooth movement of his body straddled Hyacinth, gripping the bridle tightly in his hands. Without armour, his weight was not so noticeable, which is why the horse joyfully reared up, neighing cut through the peaceful silence. The rider almost fell to the ground, slightly damp from the morning dew, but only laughed, allowing his fighting friend a little joy. He kicked the black sides with his heels — and the black immediately took off. Anthony bent down to the horse's neck, holding himself expertly in the saddle. The loud clatter of hooves on the cobblestones warned onlookers all along the street ahead, people parted before the galloping animal that darted like an arrow between the two rows of houses on each side, raising dust behind. A strong current of air ruffled the rider's hair, as well as his dark mane. Stark felt a happy laugh bubbling in his throat. For such a long time, filled with nothing but battles, he had forgotten how wonderful it was just to ride light like that, wherever his eyes looked.

Pretty quickly, Hyacinth crossed the city and came to the edge of the forest. Anthony caught his breath — majestic trees bent their crowns under the wind currents, rustled their leaves, beckoned deep into the mystery of nature. The ancient forest stretched to the very horizon line as far as the eye could see, and stood here long before people built their city at its borders. The inhabitants revered the creation of the highest forces, no one allowed even the thought of chopping down century-old oaks, slender birches, razlogie firs and powerful cedars. Everyone, from naive children to wise old men, believed that the wrath of heaven would fall on anyone who wanted to harm the forest.

Hyacinth, without slowing down, flew into the thick of it, bypassing trees and overcoming obstacles in the form of fallen trunks, thickets and angular stones. Without looking around, she confidently galloped forward, as if led by something. The trail ran ahead like a thin snake, but if you look back, only dense rows of greenery and wood will be standing behind you. High above, birds screamed in fright, disturbed by the horse's loud gallop, scared wild animals ran away in all directions. The forest breathed the scent of herbs, the warm wind, the coolness of unbridled rivers and lakes. Anthony inhaled the smell with a full chest, until his lungs ached, and pulled Hyacinth by the bridle, forcing her to switch to a light trot. He straightened up, looking at the endless riot of flowers, the celebration of life, where death was just the beginning of a new path. Stark missed the trees familiar to every roughness of the bark, the voices of forest dwellers, the air that made his head spin with its freshness and settled on the tongue with the taste of freedom.

Over the years of living here, he learned to respect the Ancient Forest and take care of it; he was not afraid to get lost, because he believed in invisible spirits, as the townspeople believed in the Lord, who always led him to the right path. The forest was alive: he spoke and was silent, he loved and grieved, laughed and cried. The forest was bigger than Anthony could ever realize, but the man revered him as the church reveres Jesus. Nature was his religion, life here was his altar, where he knelt before the unrestrained power and authority of the Mother of All. Others would think he was crazy, but that belief was one of the few things that made him feel real.

Very soon, the forest led them to a cluster of rocks, looking like a mountain range. More than three meters in height, they stretched to the left, turning inward. Anthony got off Hyacinth and took her by the reins, pulling her to the right. Ten steps later, a slit appeared in front of them as if out of nowhere, hidden in the best traditions by tree branches and long graceful stems of wild ivy that touched the grass with its angular leaves. With his hand, Stark pulled the green curtain aside and entered a short tunnel. The horse snorted with displeasure at the sight of the dark passage, but obediently walked alongside. Following the route learned a long time ago — five steps forward, a turn to the left, three steps straight and three steps to the right — the travellers quickly overcame a small cave and came out into a bright clearing.

High stones encircling a quiet place with a crescent moon, and a small lake at the two "ends” of the ridge, with a river coming out of it, created an extraordinary solitude and tranquillity. The same sturdy trees stood by the stones, and on the opposite side of the lake there was ploughed land overgrown with wheat, potatoes, corn and other crops. There was a neat stone house with a wooden veranda by the pond, and cherries, apple trees and nuts grew around it in a small garden. Anthony stood in the shade of a weeping willow that bent its vine over the crystal clear water, majestic and beautiful. On the left, along the very edge, there were small wooden buildings — a stable, stalls and a chicken coop. The horse shook its head and neighed, receiving a three-voiced answer. Stark grinned and still led Hyacinth to her dwelling, where they were met by other horses: a gray Fjord, a brown Raven and a bay beauty Luka. The man happily greeted the horses with stroking on the neck and kissing on the nose, noting with surprise the rounded belly of Luka.

“This is a surprise,” he smiled and ran his palm through the silky hair at the belly with trepidation, “and who is the happy daddy? What else happened while I was gone?”

Luca responded with a whinny and pushed Anthony's nose in the back, as if driving him away. He shook his head and led the patiently waiting Hyacinth into an empty stall, finally removing the saddle and harness, to which she happily kicked her front leg. Stark put hay on her and patted her black neck with his palm, saying goodbye. He also looked into the chicken coop, noticing three chicken more than he remembered, checked a black-spotted cow Fanny, along with a goat Alberta, were still in good health.

Rounding the lake, Anthony approached the house, picking a cherry from a nearby tree on the way. The bloody red sides smelled of the sun, tasted sweet, like honey. The openwork curtains in the house through the wide-open windows fluttered a fresh breeze, the porch was filled with clay pots with medicinal herbs and strange plants that were not found in their region. The man climbed the stairs, listening to the faint creak of the boards. The carved handle lay familiarly in the palm of his hand when Stark finished the apple and entered the house, breathing in the familiar smell of his native haven. All the same medicinal herbs, a bitter note of alcoholic tinctures, melted metal and ... something new that wasn't there before, unclear what exactly.

Finally, the tension left the body completely, the broad shoulders relaxed, it was worth seeing all the same small oil paintings, elegant lamps, already worn-out floor mats and greenery. There is a lot of vegetation, as if the forest has found its continuation in these walls. His heavy boots clattered loudly on the wooden floor in time with his steps as Anthony moved deeper into the house. The tips of his fingers stroked the rough wall of stones and clay, entwined with ivy stalks. The variety of colours and shades, despite the monotony of the building, pleased the eye and was an outlet after long months away from home.

The door to the nearest room was ajar. The man bit his lip painfully in an attempt to restrain the laughter rushing out and went inside, catching a sight of the figure at the window. House walls, studied to the smallest detail, remained out of sight, the eyes eagerly dug into the man's back, hidden by a loose white shirt, and elastic curls on his head. A deceptively elegant, somewhat fragile silhouette loomed in the rays of the midday sun. Anthony felt his breath catch, his heart quickened its rhythm, a sweet pull tightened his chest.

"Peter," he croaked, and took a step toward the window. Peter immediately turned around, flashing carnelian eyes and a smile that could replace the sun of the day. Stark sobbed violently, dropping a single tear, while from someone else's chest a quiet warm laugh.

“Spirits of the forest, who are you, and what have you done to my husband?”

Anthony laughed and picked up Peter's body in readiness when he closed the small distance between them in a few steps and rushed into his arms. He was immediately struck by a warm wave, the smell of metal became clearer: magic. Dear, pleasant, because it belonged to Peter.

"You've grown like you haven't seen a pair of scissors in ages," Peter muttered into his neck.

He pulled back and looked into Anthony's eyes, cupping his face in his hands. Peter looked so tenderly, with such boundless love, that he wanted to cry even more. Stark covered the others' palms with his own and brought the brushes to his lips, leaving a few kisses on each wrist, entwined with witchery patterns. The drawings immediately flashed a bright golden colour, but at the same moment they went out, leaving behind an ephemeral feeling of warmth on the cheek. The man began to examine his husband's face, a bit changed, but still the same: the hair was shorter than he remembered, which caused them to curl in small elastic rings; the face, previously as if chiselled from stone by the best craftsmen, acquired roundness; Peter himself seemed to glow from within, and it was not magic. The look showed even more steel than before, the shoulders are completely relaxed and straightened in a proud posture, the smile is confident, but at the same time even more affectionate. He has changed so subtly, while remaining the same witcher full of love for the world, with his soul wide open. Anthony, unable to resist, bent over Peter, leaving small kisses on his face, to which he laughed and became stubborn.

"Come on, Tony, you're prickly.”

“I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.”

“Me too. Very much. Now come on, I'll warm you some water.”

“But I want to hug you…”

“You will hug me after I wash off all this dirt from you and bring you back to human form, dear.”

Peter intertwined their fingers and pulled them along, squeezing Anthony's hand tightly with his own. Tom had no choice but to obediently follow his husband into the kitchen, where a large wooden bucket was already waiting for them in the centre of the room. The witcher let go of his hand and gracefully waved his wrists — buckets of water from the corner floated to the bigger bucket, pouring all the contents into it until it was almost filled to the brim. One more pass — and the water began to breathe steam, hot in a minute. The patterns on Peter's hands again shimmered with a golden glow until he was satisfied with the result, lowering them down. Anthony wanted to come up to him from behind and put his arm around his waist, but the husband dodged the touch, his shoulders tensed just for a second, but it was enough for the man to frown.

“Is something wrong, love?”

"It's all right," Peter smiled softly, no trace of heaviness or contention on his face. This only confused Stark even more. “Why’re standing like a stranger? Get undressed.”

Without thinking much about his actions, Anthony pulled his shirt over his head, and then his pants along with his shoes, presenting himself in front of his husband in all his naked beauty. He noticed how the sparks flashed in the honey eyes, how the Adam's apple twitched, how the chest rose through a deep breath. Peter's gaze searched his body, burning holes and sending shivers through his skin. There was a distinct heaviness in his groin, but Stark did not allow the excitement to manifest itself and sank into the hot water, sighing blissfully. A little water spilled onto the floor, which the witcher immediately removed with an angular movement of fingers, kneeling behind her husband. He shuddered, feeling the gentle touch of thin fingers on his shoulders. At first, they were neat, timid, as if they were on the thin ice of a frozen lake, and every movement could send them into the blue cold of the depths; then the whole palm lay on the skin, ran down to the elbows, then to the wrists. Peter’s breath was felt on the back of his neck. Peter stroked his chest, back, torso and neck, thereby erasing the line that had emerged between them during this time apart. Anthony felt trust, openness, honesty returning, as if by magic. But the witcher's patterns didn't glow, which indicated the magic blossoming between them from the very first meeting.

The man closed his eyes, allowing himself to dissolve into the unpretentious tenderness and care of his spouse. Peter touched him as if he was the most precious treasure in his life. Tears welled up in his eyes again, Stark sighed and grabbed his lover's still dry palm, unable to resist another kiss. Peter's fingers habitually rested on his cheekbone, turning his face to the side, where he was met by an answering kiss on the bridge of his nose. To feel her husband's lips again was a breath of fresh air after a week of suffocation. Drowning in love, he found every movement a revelation that tore down all the walls between them. So stern in the service, and so sensual next to his husband.

For a moment Peter disappeared somewhere, rattling the kitchen cabinets, but very soon he returned with a wash cloth, soap and a clay ladle painted with flowers. He filled it with water and lightly pressed Anthony's forehead, forcing him to tilt his head back, and poured water on his hair. Much longer than ever, they reached to the shoulder blades, the beard also grew, and resembled the face of a priest of the Christian church. Peter's fingers gently touched his soaked strands, he took the soap and lathered them, caressing the scalp and neck. There was a sweet smell of milk and green millet, Anthony closed his eyes and exhaled, smiling broadly. He listened to the splashing of water, the measured breathing of his husband and ... a baby crying.

Startled, Stark immediately straightened up and turned to Peter. The man stared back at him with fright and obvious worry, his palms still covered in foam, as well as Anthony's hair. While the baby's crying became more and more hysterical, a thousand assumptions managed to flash through the man's head, none of which looked plausible enough.

"Peter," he croaked, forcing the words out of his throat with difficulty, "what's going on?"

Anthony watched as Peter immediately washed the foam off his hands and, with a pained expression on his face, squeezed the rim of the bucket with his fingers, not daring to touch his spouse.

“Tony, I'll explain, I promise …” he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut when the child's voice broke into a scream. “Just… Please come to the west room when you're done.”

Without waiting for an answer, he literally stormed out of the kitchen, leaving shocked Stark behind. He sat without a single movement, listening to the baby's crying subside, Peter's quiet singing is heard. He didn't understand anything, each subsequent thought seemed more absurd than the other, so he shook his head and washed the foam from his hair, then began furiously soaping his body. Without the presence of his husband, Anthony finished pretty quickly, got out of the bucket, pouring water almost all over the floor, and wiped himself with a towel, which was waiting for him on the nearest chair. He wanted to immediately rush to Peter and find out what had happened while he was gone, ideas about cheating came into his head, but he forced himself to get dressed and pull a shaving blade out of the locker. He filled a bucket with soapy water from a bucket and pulled his hair into a knot at the back of his head, securing it with a piece of cloth that he tore off from the hem of an overly long shirt. The man took a deep breath, looked into the murky reflection of a small mirror on the bedside table, lathered his beard abundantly and held the blade, revealing a pale strip of skin. He rinsed it in water and shaved part of his beard again. He methodically got rid of his coarse dark hair, thereby drawing a line between the past and the present, leaving the horrors of war and battles in the past. Something worse than death awaited him in the uncertain future, but Anthony stood in the kitchen, as if nailed to the floor, and shaved, breathed deeply, banished all doubts, tried to think sensibly. He allowed himself the luxury of stalling for time, but now his face was smooth and clean again, a familiar man was looking at him from the mirror, which he had been before leaving for the other end of the Kingdom, and the inevitability was already breathing down his back.

Anthony sighed and poured the dirty water back into the bucket, put the remaining dry wash cloth, blade and soap back into the closet and looked around, absorbing the unchanged environment with his eyes. In the corner is a voluminous stove, brilliantly painted with drawings of nature: trees, flowers, animals, so alive that the deer looked like he would start prancing, and the flowers would open their buds. All kinds of cabinets were lined up against the walls, where kitchen utensils, food, medicinal herbs and tinctures could be found. A little further from the centre was a sturdy wooden table and four chairs with soft wool cushions. Often in winter he and Peter would make tea, sit opposite each other and talk, play chess or cards, just be silent, basking in the warmth of the stove and the softness of the blankets on their shoulders. Stark pushed the memories away and strode out of the kitchen, quickly crossing the house and finding himself in front of the bedroom door in the west wing. The next door is his and Peter's room, and this one is obviously a nursery.

He bit his lip, not daring to take up the carved handle. The breath was taken away, the lower abdomen was twisted from nerves, tired shoulders trembled noticeably. Anthony didn't want to give free rein to his feelings, but fear settled like a sticky goo in his chest and gathered in a lump in his throat. So fearless on the battlefield, now the great commander has become a frightened sheep in the face of the unknown. He did not know what was waiting for him behind that door: whether he would lose what he had cherished so carefully for many years, or find something valuable and dear to his heart. Stark took a deep breath, closing his trembling eyelids, and still opened the door to the room, crossing the threshold with more fear than ever.

Previously almost empty, the small room now resembled heaven on earth. Bright, with blooms of various plants crawling along the wall; nappies are stacked on a bedside table by the window next to quilted toys made of soft-looking fabric. Peter was standing by the open window, his back to the door, swaying slightly from side to side, his head slightly tilted down. The July breeze ruffled the air curtains, filled the room with freshness and the smell of hyacinths from the flower bed at home. His heart skipped a beat, the boards creaked under Anthony's heavy step. Peter immediately turned around — and his heart stopped for a second once again, but not from fear, but from the picture before his eyes.

Dressed in loose clothes, barefoot, with chocolate curls on top of his head, the witcher was holding a little girl in a white shirt and tiny socks in his arms. Still toothless, she drooled a small fist, turning her head to Anthony. She looked about three months old, and the baby was adorable. The man noticed that she had the same big brown eyes as Peter, which caused a dull pain in her chest.

"Pete," Stark croaked and took another step towards him, but stopping at a sufficient distance from his spouse, "please… What does it mean?”

Peter looked as if he had stepped off the canvases of the great masters of painting. In the light of the midday sun, he seemed to be a living embodiment of Christian icons; hope and immense love splashed in his eyes. Now it was clear to Anthony what had changed the witcher so much in these ten months — the child. A tiny human being turns anyone's life upside down, irrevocably changes everything. But, gods, how fatherhood suited Peter…

"I- I didn't tell you because I wanted to surprise you."

“A- surprise me? What do you mean?”

"I found out a few weeks after you left.”

“So the conception happened while I was still here?”

“Obviously. But I didn't bother you because I knew that you would immediately snap and rush home. Still, duty comes first. That's why I didn't write anything in the letters.”

“How you- Why did you do this to me? Does my love mean nothing to you?”

"It means everything to me! I was afraid of losing you!”

“Do you think that everything has changed now, and you are not losing me?”

“I was hoping you'd be happy.”

“What? The appearance of some child in our house?”

“I thought you wanted children.”

“I want children. But this… This is completely different.”

“How is it different? Does the fact that I carried and gave birth to a child make me a smaller person than I was? You think the same about women, don't you?”

“Wait,” Anthony raised his hand and widened his eyes in surprise, “this is- Is this baby from your womb?”

“What other womb should she be from?” Peter would have already flared up, but having a child in his arms left him only blushing with anger and misunderstanding, talking in lowered tones.

“I thought… I thought you have someone else.”

As soon as those words left Stark's mouth, he immediately regretted it. Peter's eyes flew open, his mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out of his throat. He immediately put the baby in an elegant cradle suspended on long ropes, and approached his husband, stopping at arm's length. The Witcher looked with wet eyes into Anthony’s, as if searching for an answer there, while the commander stood motionless, unable to look away.

"I guess we haven't lived together long enough for you to fully understand that magic is not just incantations," Peter said softly, his tone sending goosebumps down Anthony's skin. “Our union is irreversible, it will be dissolved only by death. And death will follow the one who lies with another. Have you forgotten the ritual? Have you forgotten the day when we bound our souls into one?”

No, he hadn't forgotten. Even if he tried, Anthony would never forget the summer solstice, a tall bonfire in a clearing in the middle of the forest that seemed to whisper something in an ancient language in a quiet breeze. They are with Peter, almost naked, in the centre, and around them the Magical people and the inhabitants of the forest — animals, mavkas, spirits. He will always remember their blood spilled at the ritual stone, how melodious words of the spell poured out of the wizards' mouths. That day, Peter's patterns changed, acquiring a new shape, and an amber glow settled in his own chest — an echo of his husband's magic that settled in him forever during the ritual. Then they merged into one whole, indestructible, and both felt it. The festivities continued until the morning, the air was saturated with happiness, magic and the smell of ginger ale that hit everyone's heads — both people and mythical creatures.

"I could never," Anthony protested just as quietly and rubbed his eyes wearily with his fingers. It seemed like a quarrel, and they had never fought before — not so much.

"Then why do you have doubts about my loyalty? You don’t trust me?”

“I trust you as myself. But what was I supposed to think? I've been gone for ten months, you've been suspended in my last weeks at home. In the letters — silence, and now you have a baby in your arms!”

“But it explains the reason for my nervousness then, before leaving. And you're going to fight, damn it! I know that no one will kill you while I'm alive, but it doesn't calm me down in any way!”

Peter raised his voice, waving his hands. Two tears ran down his cheeks, gathering into a drop on his chiselled chin, and Anthony could not stand it. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pressed him to himself, immediately burying his nose in the curly crown, inhaling the soothing smell of metal and herbs.

"I understand, my love. But... you should have told me.”

“Yes, I know. But this idea is about how surprised and delighted you will be when you come home and find out that I wasn't the only one waiting for you… It was too good to let it go.”

At that moment, Anthony felt as if he had been hit on the head with a butt. Of all the words spoken, he could not bear the main thing — he has a daughter. This thought made him inhale loudly and pull Peter away from him. Now it was him who was looking for an answer in his eyes and praying to everything on which the world stands that this was not a stupid joke.

“This is- This is my baby…”

His voice was full of disbelief, his eyes radiated every doubt, settled in Anthony's soul. Peter grinned affectionately and wrapped Stark's face in his palms, gently stroking the skin with his thumbs.

“Yes. This is your baby. Our daughter.”

Tears poured from his eyes like a river, his knees buckled from sudden weakness, and his lips stretched into the widest smile. Peter immediately grabbed him by the waist when the man began to sink to the floor, and he hugged him again, snuggling tightly to his chest, which shuddered from small quiet sobs.

“We have a daughter,” he whispered into Peter's white shirt, squeezing the fabric on his back, “our child. My baby.”

“Yes, you're a father now,” a smile could be heard in the witcher's trembling voice, he gently stroked his husband's head, trying not to unravel the knot on the back of his head.

“You did it all by yourself.”

“Well, not without help. There were times when Mavkas came to rock her, and the trees sang lullabies. May practically lived here for the first weeks after birth, Stephen and Wanda became frequent, their help was invaluable. I wasn't alone.”

“I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“For being around everyone except me.”

Peter lifted Anthony's head and kissed his salty cheek, getting their foreheads together and stroking his sinewy neck.

“You're always there.”

They stood there until they lost track of time. A minute or an hour passed — none of them knew. Anthony was just enjoying the warmth that Peter surrounded him, and he was trying to realize that his beloved was finally at home. But after a while, Stark carefully pulled away from his husband and looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Can I-" he began hesitantly, "can I hold her?"

A slightly tense Peter relaxed after these words and smiled, biting his thin lower lip.

"Of course," he breathed, and immediately went to the cradle. The baby was already sweetly cunning, lying on her back and clenching her tiny fists, but he still carefully picked her up and kissed her lightly on the forehead, stroking the tummy hidden by the magpie. He went up to the frightened spouse and held the child to his hands; the girl immediately opened her eyes and sobbed briefly, but Peter immediately cooed soothing words to her, so she calmed down. “Come on,” the witcher encouraged Anthony, “don't be afraid. She doesn't have teeth to bite yet.”

He smiled nervously and still took the baby in his arms, gently pressing her to his chest. She looked a little scared from the presence of someone formerly unknown, but Peter was there, quietly talking to her. A dark strand fell out of the knot at the back of Anthony's head and fell on his face, the tip touched his daughter's rosy cheek, to which she shuddered and grabbed his hair with enviable strength, knocking out a painful hiss from Stark. The witcher laughed softly and carefully untangled a strand from the grip of a tiny palm, and then gently tucked it behind his ear.

“Still have to get a haircut, dear.”

Anthony just smiled nervously and hesitantly raised his palm to the girl's face. Rough calloused fingers next to the most delicate milky skin looked awkward and stupid; it seemed blasphemy to desecrate something so pure and innocent by touching with hands that mercilessly tore heads off shoulders and pierced hearts with a sword. At that moment, his whole life ceased to have any meaning. Military service, which he considered a matter of honour, became just a justified murder and a mechanism for subjugating the disobedient. She painted his hands with blood, which he did not want to leave on his daughter's life. All that he had experienced in his long life was boldly done with just a wave of the long reddish eyelashes that framed the child's eyes. The same as the love of his life. She looked at him with curiosity and incomprehension, her hands reached up to explore a new face, the rounded tummy was heaving steadily from breathing. Holding his daughter in his arms, Stark realized that he would never be able to return to the way it was before, and that he loved this baby more than anything in the world. She was in his life for only an hour, but during that time he realized that he was ready to die for her. Love at first sight still exists — the love of a parent for their child.

"What's her name?" Anthony croaked, on the verge of tears. He didn't shed a tear in the war, but this morning he cried so many times that it would be possible to sprinkle the fields.

Peter laughed nervously. "She doesn't have a name yet.”

This statement deeply shocked the man.

“What do you mean, she doesn’t?”

“ I was waiting for you so that we could choose a name together.”

The Witcher looked slightly nervous, running his fingers over his daughter's fluffy head, and did not notice how Anthony's face softened, and he smiled the happiest smile.

"It's a great honour," he whispered, and Peter smiled back. “How about… Susan?”

Peter wrinkled his nose.

“Anna?”

“Another Anna? Soon, half the city will start turning their heads to this name.”

“Emilia?”

“No. This doesn't fit.”

“Patricia?”

“You can't do this to our child.”

“Well then… Morgan.”

Peter thought for a moment.

"Morgan," he finally said.

“Morgan?”

“Morgan Maria Parker-Stark.”

"Perfect," Anthony said on an exhale and bent over his daughter, leaving a long kiss on her forehead. The baby smelled of milk and metal, the sweet smell of a baby with a hint of tartness that her father possessed. “Hello, Morgan. I'm your dad," Morgan twitched her legs and twisted her mouth into a semblance of a smile. “This is the happiest day of my life.”

Stark looked up with sparkling brown eyes at Peter, who looked back at him with such love that it took his breath away. With his free hand, Anthony caught his husband's fingers and brought them to his lips, kissing the fragile protruding knuckles. He took a ragged breath and leaned against his shoulder, looking at his daughter from the side.

“Welcome home, my love,” Peter said quietly, leaving a warm kiss on Anthony’s neck, “we’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #starker fic #my fanfiction #writing #peter parker x tony stark #tony x peter #realm of magic #knight!tony #witcher!peter #inspired by moodboard #mpreg mention

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beautifulpeachdragoncolor · 2 years

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Fic Links Masterpost

My hero academia / Boku no hero academia

Main ship: Bakugou x Midoriya

Timeloop trouble - ongoing

After everything that happened, everything he’d done- it turned out, none of it really mattered in the end. Because here he was, sitting in that cursed doctor’s office once again. It made Izuku wonder… Could he ever escape this time loop?

Reset and Rewind - completed

After an enormous battle between heroes and villains, Izuku finds himself back in the body of his four year old self, wondering where it all went wrong and how he can change things for the better. Luckily he doesn’t have to do it alone.

Love at First Sight - completed

Katsuki is hit with a rather troublesome quirk… He’ll fall in love with the first person he has eye contact with and it’ll last for an entire week! How hard can it be to not look in someone’s eyes for one week? Apparently harder than he thought.

Or Katsuki looks into Izuku’s eyes while under the influence of a love quirk, leading to misunderstandings and maybe more.

Crying my Heart Out - completed

He knows he’s rude and blunt and maybe he doesn’t always express the way he feels in a way people actually understand- But that’s not his fucking problem! Or Katsuki gets hit with a quirk that makes him cry when he’s around someone he cares about.

Digital Dreamworld - completed

As part of the hero course, it’s their duty to help test out this new experimental virtual villain rehabilitation program. The fact it’s being developed by one of Nezu’s friends has nothing to do with it! Or class 2-A gets thrown into various different worlds and scenarios without their memories where their interactions are observed and documented. Bakugou and Midoriya seem fated to meet each time again.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41885013/chapters/105111909

Silent Suffering - completed

Midoriya is hit with a quirk during his internship, causing him to lose his voice. What they don’t know is that in return, he’s able to hear the thoughts of those around him, allowing him to discover things about his classmates he was never supposed to know. He might even learn more about himself in the process.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39048060/chapters/97676805

Quirkless - completed

He was famished, dehydrated and he had no way to defend himself. Things were looking bleak, to say the least. He wobbled on his feet as he took a step back, his eyes wide as he glanced between the villains that tried to restrain him and the fight happening between All Might and that villain boss guy. His breathing was fast and his hands were trembling. Just one explosion... he thought desperately. Please, just one... Or Bakugou loses his quirk to All For One during the events at Kamino Ward.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27992385/chapters/68563254

The Dragon Egg - completed

It all starts when a precious dragon egg is taken from it's nest. Things are set in motion and people that would otherwise never meet, run into one another unannounced. Izuku is a man on a mission, determined to see things through. But what will be the cost of that?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25765705/chapters/62574604

D.E.K.U. series - completed

Izuku Midoriya is a small and vulnerable quirkless boy, someone that needs to be protected from bullies and all the other dangers of the world. At least, that's how everyone sees him... What they don't know is that there dwells darkness behind those eyes, evil lingering in his oh so innocent smile and power unimaginable running through his seemingly quirkless body. It's been years since they last saw each other when he and his childhood friend Kacchan meet again. But will the blond hero in training be able to see through the façade? What would happen when Deku's mask finally falls?

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1653022

Drunken Kisses - completed

As the class throws a dorm party, both Midoriya and Bakugou get fully wasted. One thing tends to lead to another and…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20243617/chapters/47977051

Promise me! series - completed

The League of Villains attacks UA High, leaving great consequences. More specifically, they turn certain individuals back to children... How will the young heroes in training react to this sudden change? And what will happen when a misterious secret of Izuku Midoriya is uncovered?

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1422073

Main ship: Bakugou x Kirishima

Toxic Thoughts - completed

There is much more to Bakugou Katsuki than meets the eye. When the class tries to break down his walls, they find things that shock them to their core.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25528102/chapters/61938607

No main ship:

Dad For One - completed

What if Hisashi Midoriya is All For One? What if he was actually a decent dad? What if he gave up crime in order to protect the family he loves so much? And what if All Might thinks he's in hiding to build a new army? Crazy dysfunctional family shenanigans and anxious paranoid heroes await you!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36125254/chapters/90052081

The Art Project - completed

"I will give all of you a topic about a form of discrimination. You’ll do your research and pick whatever aspect of the problem that speaks to you and make some sort of artwork about it. Painting, drawings, a photo, a collage, it doesn’t matter! Be creative! As long as the piece represents what that problem means to you!" Or things hit the fan when both Midoriya and Bakugou are assigned to make an art piece about quirkless dicrimination...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33114238/chapters/82204786

Share With One - completed

Midoriya is born with a quirk that allows him to use the quirks of others. It does have some… special requirements in order for the quirk to activate, but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna be a hero! Or Izuku gets his hands on One For All and freaks out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35158834

Gateway - completed

Bakugou and Midoriya are the only two quirkless kids in the neighbourhood. Two hero hopefuls that would never be able to make it. At least, that’s what they've always thought. Or Midoriya discovers he can pass on quirks, quirk shenanigans ensue.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37808929

Network of Dekus - completed

Izuku Midoriya may have a quirk now, but he’s still just another Deku in a network society views as useless. Or I just discovered the Red Shoe Theory and I absolutely had to write something about it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40507386

Saiki K

+ SPY x FAMILY:

Pink hair and Weird hair clips - completed

Saiki somehow teleports to another dimension, where he meet a very particular young girl, someone a lot like him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38790579/chapters/96995946

+ SPY x FAMILY + Mob Psycho 100:

Pink Hair Dye goes a Long Way - completed

If Mob is a psychic, why isn't his hair pink?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39615552

#fanfiction #fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakudeku #katsudeku #dekubaku #kiribaku #Saiki Kusuo no PSI Nan #spy x family #mob psycho 100 #fic rec #fic list #bnha #mha #bkdk #saiki k

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dawnattheclub · 1 year

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Why The Club?

Long-story-short, Abel and Quincy got back together. After lots of begging and calling and texting, Abel finally get Quincy back on the palm of his hand.

Why? For the first few days, Abel kept calling Quincy non-stop, sending thousands of messages and voicemails asking if Quincy were okay, which made her annoyed and then finally had the guts to block his sorry ass on the third day. But that man had a lot of connection and strategies, for real, a lot.

“Well, those two cannot be apart for more than a few days, and they’re already clinging to each other like koalas.” That’s what his friends said.

What Abel’s knows is, Quincy still loves him. Quincy forgive him. And he fucking regrets all those things that he did to her. He swear he will never do such thing to her again. But, nobody really actually knows what is in Quincy’s head.

She is really unexpected.

Ting!

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

Abel went mad, he grab his keys and race to the location that his bro sent.

His eyes ran through the entire restaurant to find his now cheating girlfriend. Who would have thought that one day Quincy would cheated on him? She doesn’t look like the type of girl that would cheat.

“How could you do this to me…”

Quincy didn’t look shocked at all when he saw Abel. It’s like she already planned this all the time.

He’s a traitor; he betrayed Quincy’s undying love, his promises and their relationship—do you really think Quincy would go back together with the man that broke her heart to millions little pieces? The answer is, NO.

Don’t blame her but her life was going so well, she were building a successful career as a model, had the love of her life as her boyfriend. It’s not fair how it just collapsed with a flick of his fingers; she don’t deserve this ache, this nightmare—it’s unfair how she’s here suffering, and he’s easily getting her back.

“What made you think that I will always stay?”

“Yeah, I broke your heart like you did to mine.”

“Do you really think I’m gonna get back together with you after everything you’ve done to me? You deserved this. Now, goodbye Abel.”

What a cruel Woman.

Fastforwards

You guys must me wondering what is Abel doing in the club? How did Abel got here in the first place? Why Dawn At The Club?

Well it’s simple. Those past days were awful. He haven’t eaten anything at that point, all he do is drink and drink and drink.

It’s not fair—why does she get to be happy, and Abel have to endure the pain Quincy caused? He has done everything right in life—He’s kind, even tho he cheated, he’s still a good person. God, why is it always the good people who get it worse? It doesn’t make sense.

One day, he was scrolling through instagram, and there’s a flyer said a new club has opened in the town. It’s may seems normal to y’all, but for Abel, it’s like a sign from God. Like the Angels theirself has guide Abel to that club.

That’s when he knows that Dawn At The Club is the perfect place for him.

To Be Continued… ;)

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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He cheats and gets someone else pregnant

Haikyuu Boys Drabbles

The one where you finally realize your worth and don’t forgive a cheater

SUNA RINTARO

It was inevitable, he supposed. You weren’t a dumb person- you’d figure it out soon enough. You’d pick up on the signs- notice how much he’s been going out lately and staring at his phone. Laughing at things you hadn’t sent him, becoming distant, slowly but surely.

Suna knew you’d find out.

He just wasn’t expecting it to be soon.

He had come home one evening and took a shower like normal. While he washed up, he made the terrible mistake of leaving his phone in the kitchen, thinking that there was no way she’d text him. Their relationship was dwindling, after all. Suna was beginning to let the guilt get to him.

After 3 long months, he finally realized what he had wanted. He wanted you, forever and always. He wanted to marry you and spend the rest of his days traveling and experiencing new things with you.

Unfortunately though, he figured it out too late. A boys mistake, thinking that the grass was greener on the other side. And he’d soon pay the price for that wishful thinking.

While you were cooking dinner, you couldn’t help but notice how often his phone was going off. It kept dinging every few seconds, quickly causing you to become irritated.

Suna’s phone never went off that much, and so you thought surely it must be the boys. They probably added him into a group chat, you figured.

Oh how wrong you were.

The minute you walked over to the device and picked it up, you could truly feel your heart break. Searing pain burst through you like a rocket, a gasp leaving your lips as you scrolled through the messages.

8:53 PM

Unknown: Suna? Do you think we could talk?

Unknown: I know you said that you were going back to Y/N, but I...I’m pregnant. And it’s yours

Undeniably, you were shocked and confused. Pregnant? Who was this that was texting his phone? And why the hell did she think she was pregnant by your boyfriend?

A sickening feeling began to bubble in your stomach. Putting the phone down, you clenched your fists and took deep breaths.

In and out, Y/N. In and out.

Surely there was an explanation for this, right? You’d ask Suna as soon as he got done showering, and he’d laugh and tell you how this was all a misunderstanding. Some prank by Atsumu, wanting to get him back in his own cruel way.

But...

One look at his face, though, and you knew everything.

“Tell me you didn’t,” Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at Suna, his eyes widened as he looked at the phone in your trembling hands. Once again, it pinged, but you didn’t even have the energy to look. The only thing you were focused on was your heavy breathing, and the fact that you were becoming light-headed as Suna stepped forward.

“Y/N, baby, I can explain.”

As soon as those words left this lips, your entire world shattered. Letting out a sob, you dropped the phone and used your hands to cover your mouth in horror.

“So you did.”

Suna became panicked as soon as you started crying, holding onto the kitchen table to keep yourself from falling over. The pain that you felt was indescribable, not to mention the absolute betrayal. You had given everything up for Suna- and he repayed you like this?

“Y/N/N, please,” Suna was begging as he moved closer, trying to embrace your crying figure in his arms but you pushed him away, sudden anger taking over you.

“Don’t touch me!” Suna flinched as your damn near threw him off, backing up so far from him. The look in your eyes nearly killed him as you made eye contract, “I don’t want your filthy hands on me now that I know where they’ve been!”

“Y/N...-”

“Shut the fuck up Suna!”

You could no longer control yourself as rage began taking over your body, slowly but surely replacing the tears. The more you processed it - the more you looked at that bastards face and realized that he had went and knocked someone up while you were at home, cooking his dinner - the more infuriated you became.

“I cannot fucking believe you. Like are you serious right now?! I spend all day, all fucking day waiting for you Suna. I cook your food, I run you baths, I do everything I can to make your life less stressful and then you go and do this shit?”

“Baby just listen me, it’s not like that, okay?Whatever you saw- it’s in the past! Me and her- it meant nothing. I realize that now. It’s me and you baby- just us. That’s all I want,” Suna felt tears trailing down his cheeks as he desperately pleaded his case. Desperately grabbing at you, trying to hold you as if that would make everything okay. As if a simple “I’m sorry,” could fix what he broke.

Instead, you found yourself laughing bitterly and fought the urge to smack him in the face. No, you decided you’d have more dignity than that. You’d pack your stuff, peacefully, and leave this asshole here to rot.

“Whatever.”

That was quickly decided in your mind and within seconds, you were shaking your head, scoffing as you pushed passed him and practically ran to your shared bedroom.

“Wait-! Y/N, what are you doing? No, no, no, no!” Suna panicked even more when he followed you and saw that you were hurriedly packing your stuff in a suitcase. It was messy, and you barely had half of your shit but you decided that it’d do. At least until right now. At least until...well, you didn’t really know anymore.

You and Suna, you guys were supposed to be each other’s forever. You were supposed to be endgame, but as it turned out, Suna ruined that before you could even get a ring.

You scoffed again at the prospect of ever marrying him. Now, you began to think about why you even wanted him in the first place. How did you not notice the signs? The lack of effort for weeks until Suna suddenly warmed up again and began treating you like you were his world.

How did you not catch on? How did it completely slip your mind that you were dating a cheater, until the facts suddenly smacked you right in the face?

“What does it look like I’m doing, Rintaro,” You rolled your eyes, zipping the suitcase and then booking it to the bathroom. You quickly grabbed your body wash, all your hair products and then your toothbrush. You lazily threw them in a another bag and then stood up, glaring at Suna who tried to block you from exiting the door.

“Move,” You stared him down, venom lacing your words. “I don’t fucking have time for this.”

“Baby, please,” You flinched as he reached out to touch you, to stroke your cheek with the same hands that had touched her. They were slightly wet, presumably from wiping his tears away, but all you could think about was that you weren’t the only one he had been coming home to. You weren’t the only one he had been fucking and touching.

The thought made you absolutely sick. You were sure that if you didn’t get out now, then you’d puke all over your- his expensive furniture.

“You have to listen to me,” Suna silently cried, his body shaking as he stood there, begging for the one person he needed in his life to stay. “I told you- she means nothing. I don’t want anything to do with her, I only want you, Y/N.”

“And the baby?” Dammit. You couldn’t help yourself. Once again, your anger began to fade as tears gathered in your eyes.

Suna had a child. He had a fucking child with some stranger he’d known less than six months. She was carrying his blood, something that was supposed to be your moment. You were supposed to give him his first child. You were supposed to be the one he shared that part of life with, not her.

“I- what?”

From the looks of it, you’d almost think that Suna didn’t know. His eyes were wide, his whole body stopping as he stared at you incredulously.

And then it hit you.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t even know that she was carrying his baby. He was completely clueless. Both of you were blindsided.

At this, you couldn’t help it. You did laugh, a bitter sound that sounded almost like you were mocking him.

“Wow Rintaro. How fucking stupid could you get?” You let out a watery chuckle, shaking your head as a tear ran down your face. “If you’re gonna cheat and fuck someone else, then at least be smart enough to wear a condom.”

“But I...that’s impossible,” Suna whispered, mostly to himself. “I don’t...I mean she can’t possibly...how did you...?”

“She was blowing up your phone while you were in the shower. How did you think I found out?” You gave him a fake smile. “For someone that doesn’t like putting in a lot of effort, you sure did put a lot into making sure you fucked this relationship up. And then your own life too.”

You hated to say it, but you silently enjoyed the way Suna was going to suffer. At the very least, it was absolutely what he deserved for cheating in the first place. Now, his life was probably going to be ruined. His career, his dreams, everything he had planned...

It was gonna go down the drain.

And you for one were grateful he wasn’t dragging you down with him.

“I...” Suna was at an absolute loss for his words. His whole body slumped, seemingly going numb as he just stayed in the doorway, looking shocked. It gave you the perfect opportunity to push past him, a small smirk on your face despite the searing pain in your heart.

You knew it was serious when he didn’t even try to stop you when you opened the front door.

“I left your phone on kitchen floor. Maybe you should call her. I’m sure you’d like to know more, seeing as it is yours. For your sake, I hope it’s a bouncing baby boy. That’s what you always wanted, right?”

You spoke one last time, making sure to rub salt in the wound before taking a final glance at the man you loved.

He looked broken, a sheer sobbing mess as he still stood in your bedroom door. A part of you couldn’t help but feel bad. You couldn’t help but want to go over and embrace him, dropping everything and tell him that things were gonna work out.

That was the part of you that still loved him.

But the other part...

The other part of you told you that it’s what he deserved. He cheated, and now he has to live with the consequences. Loosing you, and becoming a father at the age of 20.

That was the part of you that gave you the extra push. That was the part of you that gave you the strength to close the door, forever walking away from the man that broke you and the empty house that held all of your dead dreams.

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BOKUTO KOUTARO

You didn’t believe it. Or more like, you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t wanna shatter your fantasy world, one that you had been living in for four years.

You didn’t want it to break, because if it did...

You didn’t know what you were going to do.

For the last four years Bokuto had been your world. Your absolute rock, your sunshine on a cloudy day. He made you laugh, he made you feel welcome and special like nobody else had before.

Surely...your Bokuto wasn’t capable of this. Surely didn’t...he couldn’t have...

You didn’t even wanna think about it. Bile rose up in your throat every time you thought about it...his lips on hers. Caressing her and holding her the way he was supposed to only hold you.

You didn’t wanna think about it, but yet-

You had no choice as you stared at the pregnant woman before you.

“I’m sorry,” She had tears in her eyes as she sat on your couch, sobbing while simultaneously holding her belly. While holding his baby.

She had come to you only a few hours before, taking you by complete surprise. Never in your life did you ever think you’d come face to face with your boyfriend’s baby momma.

But that’s exactly what had happened.

Apparently, she and Bokuto had both had a one stand a few months ago. It was when he had traveled to Tokyo for a game and you stayed behind because you had school.

It was the one weekend you weren’t there to support him. One weekend...and you had lost him forever.

“It’s not...it’s not your fault,” You told her somewhat awkwardly, although you didn’t really mean it. She had slept with your boyfriend, after all. And now she was pregnant, claiming the baby was 100% his.

That wasn’t even the worst part though.

The worst part was that you couldn’t even be mad at her, because she didn’t know. It was a one night thing. She had told you Bokuto had left in tears the next morning, rambling on about how she meant nothing and that he had you to come home to.

She claimed that he regretted it the minute he realized what happened. Crying out about how he was going to propose and then rushing out without so much as a goodbye.

Oh how stupid he was to name drop you.

You almost wished he hadn’t, because that was how she had found you. After finding out that she was pregnant, she tried to reach out to Bokuto only to realize that he was telling the truth. He’d been with you for four years.

But did that really even mean anything anymore?

“It’s just- I just-” The girl shook her head. “I just want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. If I had known...if I had any other choice...”

“Actually, I’m sort of glad you reached out to me. Thank you for that. That was good on your part, seeing as I doubt he would have told me,” You smiled numbly, not capable of feeling anything at the moment.

It was like...your entire body was on shut down mode. It had become numb, desperately trying to block out the pain you were sure that was coming. And you, for one, were absolutely grateful. You didn’t wanna think... you didn’t even wanna fathom how broken you were gonna be.

So you didn’t. Instead you kept your thoughts quiet and relished in the numbness.

“You know...” You laughed bitterly, sadly shaking your head as you sighed, “Bokuto’s always wanted a kid. He kept begging me a few weeks ago to have one, but I said no. We’re both so young, you know? We had our whole lives together.”

You hadn’t meant to make her cry even more, but that’s exactly what your words did. They cut a knife through this random girl’s heart, causing her pain that she had stolen that from you. Bokuto, he had taken that from you as well.

“I’m sorry,” Once again, she apologized, but you weren’t much focused on that. Instead, your attention snapped towards the front door as you heard keys jingling outside. With a sharp push, your stomach dropped.

Bokuto was home.

“Hey hey hey! Babe whose car is that-”

Bokuto’s smile suddenly dropped as he walked into the scene, your dull eyes and the girl’s tearful ones ones trained on him. Immediately, his whole demeanor began to crumble down and he nervously looked between the two of you, his shoulders dropping.

“...outside. What’s this?”

“Bokuto, I believe you know her,” You were eerily calm as you pointed towards her, showing no emotion as Bokuto’s eyes flickered to her stomach. “This is Kayla. From Tokyo, right? I think you guys have much to discuss.”

Bokuto was at a loss for words as you rose from the couch, gesturing for him to take your seat. But instead of listening, he decided to make things difficult and run after you like a lost puppy as you made your way to the bedroom.

“Babe, babe wait! Y/N, please baby I can explain. I can explain, I can explain, I swear! Just let me, just please let me-”

“Bokuto,” You stopped him, holding up your hand and shaking your head. “I’m not in the mood, really. Just go talk with her alright? She came all this way to find me, so it’s rude not to.”

“But baby-”

“Go,” You suddenly became firm, gritting your teeth as you stared him. For a second, you took a small pause, and then Bokuto heard the words he never wished to hear his in life. “And don’t you ever call me that ever again, Koutaro.”

“K-Koutaro...?” Bokuto stuttered slightly, reeling back at the use of his first name. “But baby...y-you never call me that. Ever.”

“Oh yeah?” You couldn’t help but laugh on how clueless he was. I mean honestly, you never thought that Bokuto was stupid but now...“Well what the hell else am I supposed to call you? Read the fucking room Bokuto. Your pregnant fucking mistress is sitting on my couch, crying her eyes out and you’re worried about me calling you by your first fucking name? Get a god damn grip.”

For the first time that day, emotion began peaking out from your eyes. Pure anger bubbled up inside of your body, finally manifesting after holding it in for so long.

It felt good, in your opinion, to finally feel something. A delayed reaction, sure, but late was better than never.

“B-But-”

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes at his trembling form. “I don’t wanna hear anything else from you. So go talk to her. Figure your shit out while I pack mine.”

“No!” Panic was evident in his voice as he suddenly grabbed your arms, preventing you from entering your bedroom. Shocked, you siteuggled in his embrace but Bokuto was extremely strong.

“What the hell? Let me go!”

“Y-Y/N! Baby y-you can’t leave me! You can’t! What about our plans? What about forever and always, you and me?”

“Did you think about that before you got drunk and fucked her?” You snapped harshly, causing him to whimper. “Exactly. So don’t come pulling that bullshit out on me, Bokuto. You’re the one that ruined that.”

“But-” At this point, he was searching for something, anything to make you stay as you shoved him off and then stormed in your shared room. “But baby I- we had this whole plan...I was gonna propose! Please, I...I even got the ring! Here I’ll prove it to you!”

While you were busy running around the room throwing all your stuff together, Bokuto suddenly dashed to the kitchen and retrieved a box he had been storing for a special occasion. He completely ignored the girl that was sitting on his couch, not even sparing her a second glance as he rushed back to you and dropped to his knees.

“See?” He hurriedly opened the box and desperately grabbed your hand, slipping the shiny diamond on before you could even protest. “I had it made for you, Y/N! Pure diamond, princess cut. It’s even engraved with your name baby! Please...”

You had to admit, you wanted to break down as Bokuto began to cry, looking awfully small as he kneeled by your feet. To make matters worse, he kept kissing your hand and mumbling tearful apologizes that yanked at your heartstrings.

By now, your initial exterior had began to crumble. Pain began to surround your heart, squeezing it so bad it almost felt like you were burning. A swell of tears gathered in your eyes, and you almost, almost gave in.

You almost sank to your knees and cried with him, almost pulled him into your arms because you didn’t wanna let go. You loved Bokuto, you truly did, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him.

He was a good man, that probably made an honest mistake. He was everything you had ever wanted. And you were so tempted...so tempted to give in. Until you realized that you deserved better.

“I’m sorry,” Sniffling slightly, you yanked your hand out of his grasp and shook your head. “But I need to go. I can’t stay here anymore Bokuto...you ruined this. You ruined us, and now you have a woman in there carrying your child. You have the family you’ve always wanted. Don’t ruin that too.”

Hastily, you leaned down to press a bitter kiss on his forehead and then stood back up. Bokuto sobbed as he watched your figure retreat, standing high despite the heartbreak.

It was then that he realized that even though you were letting him go, you’d be just fine. You’d pull yourself together eventually, you were strong like that. You didn’t need him, but god, what about him?

He wasn’t sure if he could survive without you. He could barely even breathe and you hadn’t even walked out yet.

Was this what it was going to feel like from now on? Empty, hollow...meaningless?

“Please.”

One last time, he cried out of you. He begged you to stay.

But you knew you deserved better than that.

“I’m sorry.”

And with that, you left him behind. Forever.

#suna x reader #suna angst #bokuto x reader #bokuto angst #suna rintaro #bokuto koutaro #hq x reader #hq angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

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sluttyenthusiast · 2 years

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Happy and In Love

Vigilante/ Adrian Chase x Fem!Reader

warnings: none

She was like a breath of fresh air.

She was the warmth of a thousand suns with a smile so heavenly.

She made him feel like everything was okay.

Like everything was fine.

Adrian was a dorky man child who didn’t understand social cues or sarcasm and he didn’t know when to take a hint, but she had patience.

She didn’t berate him for not understanding a joke of some sorts, instead she took her time to explain it to him, until he understood it, smiling when he let out a laugh.

She made his chest tighten and his stomach flutter, every time they touched he felt as if his body would explode, not being able to take the feeling of their skin touching.

But in a good way.

Adrian didn’t feel the feelings most people felt, so when she made him feel this he went to Chris, begging him to drive him to the hospital, convinced he was dying.

That was when Chris sat Adrian down, explaining what this feeling could possibly be.

His heart could be failing.

Or, he could be in love.

Now he never knew what love was supposed to feel like, but as they described it in movies and books it was supposed to feel like a drug, like you were high on the feeling and presence of the other person.

It was supposed to feel like you couldn’t go without them, like fireworks exploding in your chest every time you were near them.

Adrian didn’t know about most people but he, personally, didn’t want a firework to explode in his body.

Anytime he was around you after that he thought about every romance movie he has ever seen, he made a mental checklist.

You made his heart flutter and stomach jump.

Or was it the other way around?

Your touches that lasted less than a second made him feel as if he was being burned at stake.

But he craved more.

He started to do anything to make you laugh, wishing to see your smile light up the room.

The more time he spent around you the more he felt these feelings jumble up in his throat.

He was in love.

This caused him to slightly panic, never having experienced this.

He didn’t want to be around you anymore but being away from you hurt.

He wanted you in his life, in his arms, in his bed.

He wanted to wake up to you, go to sleep to you, spend his future with you.

You made him dizzy, so dizzy he thought he would be sick, but he could never stay away from you.

You made him feel euphoric, like if you were taken away from him his life would tumble down hill.

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Another day goes by where you’re sitting with him, your thighs touching, your eyes on him, listening as he rambled about something that happened at work and how his coworkers were like high school bullies.

You reach your hand up to run your fingers through his hair as he releases a breath he was holding in and relaxes to your touch.

You made him feel like a giant plate of jello, in a good way.

After a while he stopped talking, turning to you to look you in the eye.

You smiled at him, that warm, sweet, angelic smile.

He took a breath before he took his glasses off, setting them on the table in front of where you guys sat, you look at him with a look that was asking what he was doing.

He doesn’t give himself much time to think, because if he doesn’t do it now he won’t do it ever and will have to suffer with his consequences.

His hands come up to cup your face as he pulls you in, eyes locked as his lips touch yours.

You melt into the kiss, a reaction he wasn’t expecting, one hand is fisted in his shirt as the other is wrapped around his neck.

You both pull away, breathless with heated cheeks.

Adrian clears his throat, putting his glasses back on before grabbing your hand.

“It took me months to realize that I am absolutely in love with you and I’m afraid that I can’t be without you.”

As those words hit your ears you smile at him.

“I’m in love with you too, I’m in love with the man who likes to ramble about D&D and listen to Taylor Swift at full volume, and I will spend every minute of my life that I have, with you.”

He had never smiled this hard, feeling like nothing could break him now.

He was happy and in love.

#gracie writes #peacemaker #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #adrian chase imagine #vigilante imagine #adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker imagine #peacemaker show #peacemaker hbo max

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liptonsbabe · 3 years

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My dear [S.U]

Sam Uley x Fem! reader!

Summary: “Did you have a hard day? You can complain to me. Did something make you almost cry? It’s alright, look at me. Starting from now, think of three really good things: the warm air, the dazzling weather, and me outside your window. I told you, you can see brightness only when it gets dark”

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, heart dissease and such. English not my mother language so pls let me know if something’s wrong

gif’s not mine

"Sorry to bother you, Chief," you said following the man's moves through your house. Charlie Swan was carrying a reclining chair with ease leaving it in the middle of the living room while you stood at the bottom of the stairs with your little four year old daughter in your arms. Cassie was exhausted. It had been a long plane ride and a bit more road travel, which knocked your little girl out as soon as you set foot in your new home in Forks. It was a long time since you had seen that place but of course you remembered Charlie Swan as kind as he had always been. Even when you were just starting to think about moving back to Forks he was the first to help you get a safe home for you and your daughter. You remembered looking up for Charlie's old phone number hoping it was still the same and when you dialed and heard the man's voice behind the phone you sighed in relief. At last life seemed to be smiling on you after a long time and Charlie was quick to offer to help you if you decided to return to town.

He told you about a house for sale next to his. The owner was elderly and preferred to live with one of her children and earn income from the house near the forest that could be bought by curious tourists so Charlie convinced her to sell you the house and at a lower price than she was originally asking because the house needed some repairs that he could do. So you thought no more about it and packed your things to return to Forks after the horrible years you had lived in Brownsville.

Charlie picked you up at the airport in his police cruiser and avoided turning on the siren cause Cassie was already half asleep in your arms when you got off the plane and he didn't want to disturb her, but Cassie had the strength to stay awake long enough to make him promise that next time he would turn on the siren as they drove around town.

The truth was that Charlie Swan was an angel. He arranged everything so you would have a quick return and even now he was bothering to get all your stuff out of the moving truck so you wouldn't have the worry of doing it later.

"Nonsense, I'm happy to do it. Besides, it's my day off."

"And that's why you shouldn't be doing all this. I know vacations for police officers are non-recurring."

"I'm the chief, I have certain privileges."

"Still."

"Well, I wasn't going to let you do this on your own" he replied, carrying the boxes with your and Cassie's clothes. He set them down on the kitchen island and leaned back against them to rest. You walked over and settling Cassie better in your arms you sat down in one of the chairs Charlie had given you "Billy and Jacob will be here in a little while to get all this settled so you can have your first night here without any problems."

"I still think it's too much. Stop spoiling me like this, Charlie, you even gave me part of your dining room!"

"Ah, it was nothing. Bella and I recently bought a new one and we didn't want to take it to the dump cause it still has some use. The table is made out of good wood and the chairs are freshly upholstered. Look at it, it suits perfectly!"

"That's not the point" you said, glancing sideways at the newly arranged dining room near the kitchen "The point is that you're doing a lot for me and it's not fair."

"Your father would have done the same for Bella if it had been about me" he replied reaching for a bottle of water from the installed cooler. A sudden tension appeared in the room as you both remembered what your father's life was like in Forks "Jackson was my best friend for a long time and when he died...I promised him that I would seek you out and support you as if you were my own and that is precisely what I am doing."

"You wouldn't have if I hadn't left and hadn't abandoned him. He died because of me"

"That's not true."

"He was left alone when I left. He died of grief"

"He died from the heart valve disease he had. Your father suffered it from a young age and even so, you had a right to look for your mother"

"I wish I hadn't" you murmured, cooing to Cassie who was beginning to get annoyed by the noise of your voices "I abandoned my father and didn't find anything worthwhile"

"Well, that doesn't matter anymore, stop tormenting yourself and thinking you killed your father. I was with him. He loved you and he died peacefully, remember him as the good man he was, child."

You sighed. Cassie went back to sleep peacefully

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I know it's not the same, but you have me now and I'd rather die than let you leave again, do you hear me?"

"Easy, I have no intention of doing that" you half smiled "I'm running away from the tracks I left in Brownsville, I have no desire to go back under any circumstances. What I'm worried about is that the tracks won't rub off and show the way to the one I'm hiding from"

Charlie clicked his tongue.

"That should be the least of your problems. I have a gun and I know how to use it. He'll have to deal with that first before he gets to you."

"Thanks, Charlie."

"Although, if Chief Swan is as good at shooting as he is at fishing then you'll have to learn how to handle a gun yourself, honey" a voice appeared from the doorway followed by a young man's laughter. You looked up meeting the unmistakable face of Billy Black next to his son Jacob. Billy entered your house being pushed by Jacob leaving him next to Charlie as he rolled his eyes "Be a little more modest, buddy."

"There's nothing wrong with bragging once in a while."

"Yeah, but you do it all the time."

"Shut up."

"Make me"

Charlie got up from his spot lunging towards Billy who ina swift movement spun the wheels of his chair avoiding Charlie's attack thus beginning a chase through the house dodging the obstacles of boxes on the floor. Jacob laughed taking Charlie's place in front of you.

"I thought we were coming to help with the move, not to watch them play like preschoolers?"

"Me too. I think Cassie will get along with them."

"Your little girl will beat them up right away"

"Probably."

You giggled quietly avoiding waking Cassie as Charlie and Billy finished their game to go back to the truck and get the last boxes, then you could finally get everything settled at home. Jacob smiled, looking at you

"I'm Jacob. You may not remember me but..."

"Are you kidding? I used to give you the bottle."

"No you didn't."

"Of course i did! My dad used to visit your parents a lot and he used to take me with him. You were a newborn baby and I used to volunteer to help Sarah feed you. You were the worst baby ever. You cried too loudly and squeezed the bottle with your swollen gums. Then you'd throw the milk back and you used to get really messy. Your poop was the smelliest I could remember."

"Don't say that!" he replied, embarrassed "I see you do remember me."

"And Quill and Embry. Tell me, are they still the same old fools?"

"They haven't changed at all."

You laughed.

"Perfect."

"Ok, these are the last boxes" announced Charlie walking into the house carrying with him a small box with Cassie's toys. Billy came in behind with some boxes on his lap "I think now we can get everything organized and finishing in time for you to get some rest."

"I'll clean up the little girl's room" offered Jacob standing up "then I'll fill the closet and set up the bed so you can lay her down, you must be tired from carrying her around for so long. is that okay with you?" he asked you. You nodded

"Yes, thank you Jacob."

"You're welcome. Give me that" The boy took the boxes off his father's legs and picked up Charlie's, all with one arm and with the other he carried the folding base of the bed. You opened your eyes wide

"Easy, big guy, when did you get so strong?"

"I don't know. It just... showed up" he replied disappearing up the stairs

"It showed up" said Charlie "Ah, I hope shows up something like that to me"

"Don’t hold your breath as that happens" Billy joked.

"I should do something for lunch" you said trying to stand up. You were going to put Cassie down on one of the couches and put some cushions around her, but Charlie won't let you. Billy agreed

"None of that. We'll order something."

"But..."

"Nothing" interrupted Billy "We'll buy pizza"

"You guys really need to stop doing this" you reproached. Billy picked up his phone

"Ah, sorry, you had to say that earlier, I'm already on the call."

"You guys are unbelievable"

Charlie smiled

"We know. oh I'll get Bella, she hasn't said hello yet" Charlie walked out before you could say anything else and closed the door dismissing the moving truck. Billy smiled complicitly, placed the order, gave the address and left the cell phone on the kitchen bar

"Dinner is served."

"Thank you."

"They had children's menu, so I ordered it for Cassie. I hear their brownies are delicious. Maybe I'll steal it for myself."

"I'll keep it as a secret"

Billy nodded with a smile and as the food arrived you chatted animatedly about what had happened in your absence, he also told you things about your father and all the times they went fishing together before his death. You were enjoying Billy's stories when time began to pass and Charlie didn’t return with Bella as he promised. Jacob was finishing Cassie's room and when the pizza arrived he came downstairs immediately, asking about Charlie's whereabouts.

"He went to get Bella, but he hasn't come back yet."

"That's strange, his house is right next door."

"Maybe something came up for him at the station" Billy shrugged.

You decided to wait for the Swans to eat, but seeing that they didn't show up Jacob offered to investigate what was going on when suddenly the door opened and a very worried Charlie Swan walked in wiping the sweat from his brow

"Bella’s missing."

"What?"

Jacob suddenly became alert and Billy remained static in his place. You felt a knot in your stomach. While riding in the police cruiser that morning, you had heard something about tourist disappearances and wild creatures killing people in the woods and you feared Bella might be in that kind of danger. You were never close, but you knew her and occasionally went out together to talk or share a movie night. You still hadn't seen her after the years you were away and the least you wanted was for something bad to happen to her.

"Did you talk to any of her friends?"

"She was with them during classes, but they lost track of her on her way here. I'll call the Cullens, maybe..."

"You didn't know?" asked Billy "The Cullens left Forks, Charlie."

"Where did they go?"

"We'll find her" encouraged Jacob "But we have to go out and look for her before dark."

"I'll go with you" you said "I'll take Cassie to her room and..."

"No, no, stay" Charlie asked you "I left a note for Bella at home in case she comes back she’ll know that she has to come here and wait for me. If she does, call me right away, please" you nodded

"I'll call Harry and ask him to join along with the boys" Billy said and wheeled away down the hallway holding the phone to his ear. Charlie and Jacob left and you decided to take Cassie to the room, go down to the kitchen and make some coffee for the Brigadiers and Bella. If she was alone in the woods and the night was catching up with her then she was going to need something hot to get her strength back.

You hoped with all your heart that she was all right. For her, for Charlie.

Hours passed one after another with no sign of Bella. Your driveway was carpeted with people and police cruisers specially brought by Charlie to search for Bella. The entire town was scoured by officers from the early hours of the night, yet there was no trace of the chief's daughter. You decided to join the search taking the opportunity that Sue Clearwater was playing with Cassie - who was awakened by the ruckus of the patrol cars - asking if it was a good idea to search for her in the woods, but Harry refused.

"It's too dangerous, we don't know what might be among the trees. We can't risk losing any more people."

You were about to object his words when Jacob came up to you putting a hand on your shoulder telling you that he was right and that the forest was something not to be taken lightly. So you gave up, deciding to go back inside and refill the coffee pot when Jacob alerted Charlie that someone had found Bella.

A tall man walked in a straight line toward the Brigadiers where Billy and Harry watched him with restrained relief. He had a stocky frame and Bella unconscious in his arms seemed to weigh no more than a feather. His cropped black hair was messy and his lack of a shirt told you that the icy cold of the city didn't affect him at all

You knew him. His face was very familiar yet strange at the same time. You were back in Forks after a few years, but you knew that no one could change that much in that period of time.

Sam Uley was holding Bella and Charlie took her in his arms as he came out of the stupor and relief of having found his daughter. The Brigadiers sighed in unison and Billy thanked them all. You wanted to do something, to approach Charlie, to ask him if he needed help with Bella, but your eyes were caught in Sam’s.

They were dark, wild, like the forest behind him. You remembered him perfectly.

Before you left Forks you two were close friends and came to like each other as something more, but your leaving ended that and what you might have been up to that point.

You tried to look away, but then Sam's huge body began to shake, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground resting his hands on the dirt. Harry Clearwater reacted and approached him asking if he was okay.

"Tired" you heard him whisper causing you to shudder. Harry helped him up, whispered something in his ear and after taking one last look at you he disappeared into the woods. Harry walked back towards you.

"I thought the forest was dangerous"

"For us."

"What do you mean?"

Harry looked at you. Then he looked at his wife with Cassie in her arms standing at the doorway . He smiled.

"You'll find out soon, child"

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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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Ending It All Part 2 (C.E)

A/N: Here you go guys. Much awaited part 2 is here. I am so in love with this particular fan fiction and hope you guys like it. If you want me to write any blurbs related to this series, do let me know.I am open to requests.

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Part 1

Chris Evans Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Chris regrets divorcing you and he tries to mend the relationship. However, you have already moved on with Tom Hiddleston and are quite happy. He has to just stand back while you and your children become closer to Tom and it is all his fault.

Warnings: Angst all the way.

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“Coming in?” Chris turned his face towards you with a questioning look in his eyes.

“No, I have some work. Just wanted to drop the kids off myself.” Your ex husband’s house was on your way so you just saved him a trip.

“Not even for coffee, darling?”

“Sorry but I will have to say no.” You still got flustered when he called you with nicknames. You had once decided to tell him to stop calling you with all these terms of endearment but you couldn’t build up the courage to do it.

It has been over a year since your divorce and the moment you think you are over him, he is right there to bring those feelings back. You were a mess when he moved out and you had to see him on the weekends for the kids. It looked like you were drowning and you couldn’t come up for fresh air. It was exhausting but after several months, it didn’t hurt that much. It didn’t feel like your heart was tearing into shreds. You felt numb but that was better than feeling like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

“That’s fine. See you Sunday?”

These were the only few sentences that were spoken between the two of you since the divorce. This was your new normal and you were starting to adjust to it. “Yeah, bye.”

“Who wants pancakes?” Sighing, he turned around and asked in a fake, cheerful voice. He didn’t get to be disappointed. These were the the seeds that he sow and he had to reap the results.

“I do.” A collective chorus came from the living room as they had already started to play with Dodger. Dodger was adopted from a shelter home about two weeks into the divorce. Loneliness was a destructive force and Chris hadn’t come to that realization until he was sitting in his home at eight, all alone. No laughter, no mess, no companionship. He went out that day and got a new dog. The apartment was eating him alive because it was a reminder of his ‘new life’. More like his ruined life.

“Daddy, you goin’ to be there for my match?” Jace looked up at his father and hoped that he wasn’t going to say no. There have been too many occasions this past year where he was not there for his children like Easter or Mia’s first day of school. He was either too busy with his career or he couldn’t bear to be with his family knowing that he wouldn’t be going home with them. He wasn’t strong enough to handle that truth.

“I’ll be there but I have work afterwards so I can only be there for half time.” The apologetic tone was all too familiar to the kids now so they just stayed quiet.

Chris noticed their disappointed look and continued, “When I get back, we’ll go to Disneyland for the whole weekend.”

“Mommy and Tommy will be going as well?”

Stopping in between making the pancakes, he asked with a venom laced tone, “Tommy who, Jace?”

“Mommy’s new friend. We like him.” Your son continued petting the dog without realizing the damage he is doing to his father. “New friend” was always a code for boyfriend and Chris didn’t know what to do with that information.

He knew that you had gone on a few dates with Tom Hiddleston because of the paparazzi. But he didn’t know that you both were serious. Your kids knew about him so it was pretty damn serious.

“He won’t be going with us.” Speaking with finality, he resumed cooking. You were his and that was not going to change. He knew he was being unfair but when it came to you, he lost all rationality.

“But he is our new dad.” Mia whined from her place and Chris just looked at her with a wounded look. His babygirl was putting someone else in his place.

His voice boomed throughout the house and both the kids looked at him with tears in their widened eyes, “I’m your only dad. Don’t you ever say that.”

“‘m sorry, daddy. Didn’t mean to make you mad.” Her chin wobbled and Chris was quick to realize his mistake. It was not your children’s fault. It was not your fault. It was his fault.

“Not your fault, baby. But you only have one daddy and that’s me.” Kissing her forehead, he wiped the single tear that managed to escape her blue eyes.

“’kay.” The kids got distracted again but Chris did not forget. He was still seething from the inside because Tom may have taken you away from him but he damn well couldn’t take his children.

They all get ice cream afterwards and the kids fall asleep in their rooms that Chris built from scratch. It was a lengthy process because he just kept remembering the times when he decorated their nursery with you. Such a beautiful memory and he was ruining it. The guilt ate him up inside when he realized that he may not get to ever decorate a nursery for your children again. He may not get to expand his family with you again. Again, it was his fault.

“Sorry, ‘m late. Work was hectic today.” Everything was so busy today because your boss signed up a new contract and he has been impossible to work with. You just wanted to go home and sleep for the whole week.

“It’s okay. They’re sleepin’ upstairs. Listen, we need to talk.” He was too consumed by anger and hurt to notice that you were too exhausted for everything.

“Go on.” You urged him, figuring that he might say that he won’t be able to make it to your son’s match. This was what most of your conversations were based on; him saying that he is too busy to be present at occasions related to your children.

“Why are my children referring to your boyfriend as dad?” He nothing but spat that sentence.

“I- I didn’t know about any of this. I’ll talk to them.” Stuttering, you tried to mediate the situation but nothing seemed to get through to him at the moment.

“No need. I already did that but for next time, keep your boyfriends away from my children.”

“Our children and I don’t let anyone near my children. We are serious.” You were offended by his crude tone and you weren’t just going to let him walk all over you.

“You can’t be serious with him. As a matter of fact, you can’t be serious with anyone.” Your ex husband declared it like it was a law. He didn’t know how to react to what you said. All the pain was converted into anger because that was his current form of expression.

“Are you serious?” This was all too much for you to handle. How could he say that?

“Yes. You only belong with me. I regret it so much (Y/N).” Chris’s expressions told you where he was going.

“Oh, stop. You can’t just do that. Can’t come bargin’ in my life and mess it all up again. I am happy.”

Chris reached out his hand but you took a step back. He was not allowed to touch you anymore. “I was mistaken. My career is not above you, darlin’. Never was.”

“You made me feel worthless. You made me feel as if I was the reason our marriage ended. Won’t allow myself to get sucked back into this relationship.”

“I know I broke our family. I tore us apart and didn’t even apologize for it properly. I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” There was a stream of tears running down his face and you wanted to wipe them away but you resisted.

There were still times when you wished that you were still happily married to Chris. That you still had your perfect, little family. The divorce made you feel worthless and lonely. There were times when you couldn’t even look at your children because they were the exact replica of your ex husband. You once adored the fact that they were his carbon copy. However, now you couldn’t help but get angry. How could he leave little pieces of himself behind and think that you could move on with your life.

It was all because you were with another man. He never said all these things when you were alone and you suffered from depression. There were days when you couldn’t get out of bed to get your kids ready for school. You knew that Jace had informed him because he was really worried about you and he always shared his troubling thoughts with Chris. But he didn’t do anything about it. He stayed quiet and you had to pull all the pieces back together yourself. It was all tape and glue. Your ex husband didn’t get to come back and dismantle your progress. You wouldn’t let him.

“You can’t do this. Can’t come back. I am with Tom now so stop trying to fix things that you already broke.” Your face was red with anger and all the energy was drained out of your body.

“Please, just give me a chance.”

“No!” You couldn’t choose Chris again. You had to choose yourself. You chose to think about your needs and your feelings for the first time in seven years. That’s why you agreed to go on a date with Tom. He surpassed your expectations the first time and you knew that he could be your partner. No one could compare to Chris but Tom made his own place in your heart and you were glad about it. You continued on, “Tom is good for me so please don’t ruin my happiness again.”

Tom was great. He was good with the kids and he was slowly becoming an integral part of your life. You still missed Chris because that man was the love of your life for seven years and those feelings can’t just disappear with a single piece of paper. You were glad to have Tom in your life and you knew that as time would pass, you will love him with your whole heart. However, a small part of you would never forget Chris and would always wonder about the what ifs. What if you were still together? What if you had more children? What it you got to grow old together? Broken dreams are what hurts the most.

“I don’t want to be a cause of that. Not again. But I want to make things right.” He unintentionally came closer to you, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. Sorry I wasn’t there for our kids. Sorry that I broke you, baby.”

“A sorry doesn’t fix anything.” His chest was hallowing from inside out but he didn’t want to back down. Not now. Not ever.

“Just answer one question for me. Are you truly happy?” A tremble was prominent in his voice but you tried to ignore it.

“I-I am. For a long time, I wasn’t but I am now.” You spoke with such conviction that he knew you were over him.

You would always love Chris but now it was time for you to move on with your life. It was time to leave the past and delve into the future. Chris would always own a piece of your heart but you are going to allow Tom to have an opportunity as well. You will open your heart again to love. You were sure now.

“Okay. I will get the kids for you.” He backed off like he promised he would. You knew at that moment that it was all over.

Watching you drive away with his kids was heart breaking for him and he just watched helplessly. Chris still wanted to cry, beg and apologize. He wanted you to take him back but it was all his fault. He ruined you once, he couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t interrupt your new life. It doesn’t all revolve around him but he was okay to remain on the sidelines while you enjoy your life. He will be there for you if you needed him.

You are happy and that should be enough for him but he wants to be selfish again. He wants to fight for you but it’s all too late. You were with someone else. He lost his chance.

Wednesday rolled in pretty quickly and Chris dreaded going to the match. You were going to be there with your new boyfriend but he didn’t want to miss his son’s game. He could only be there till half time already so it wouldn’t be that awkward.

“I just wanted to be here for Jace. Won’t cause any problems.” Chris took a seat beside Mia when he saw you shifting uncomfortably. The seat that should have belonged to him was currently being occupied by your boyfriend but Chris just bottled up all his feelings. It was not right to still think of you as his wife.

“It’s okay. Let’s just forget about everything.” You wanted to move on and did not want anything to hold you back.

“Okay. Mia, you want Kit Kat?” Offering her a large chocolate bar, he started talking with his daughter so that he could distract himself from you and Tom.

“What is happening, love?” Tom questioned when he saw that his former co-star did not even glance at him properly.

Chris and Tom were not the best of buds but they were still good acquaintances. He thought that dating you wouldn’t be a problem because Scarlett had informed him that Chris was the one who asked for divorce. However, this situation made him realize that Chris was jealous. He still had feelings for you and Tom didn’t know how to react to that.

“Nothing of importance. Let’s just focus on my baby boy.” Saying that, you cheered for Jace as he made his first goal. He was an exceptional player like his father and you knew that he would pursue football as his career. Jace was really passionate about football. If Chris didn’t become an actor then he would have definitely tried out for football.

There were times when he used to take you to the park so you would play with him. It was your thing. Maybe he had replaced you with someone by now as well but what you didn’t know was that Chris had stopped playing football altogether. Like many things in his life, it reminded him of you and it was just too much to bear.

“You are doing great, buddy.”Jace immediately asked Chris to pick him up as you gave him his Captain America water bottle. It was half time and Chris had to leave for shooting. He was getting late but he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

“Thank you, mommy. Ollie doesn’t listen to me that much so coach is angry at him.” Babbling on, he rested his head on his father’s shoulder.

“Okay, buddy. I have to leave now but I will call you when your game is finished.”

“Won’t be going with us to Chick-fil-A?”

“Uhh-” He cluelessly glanced at you because he didn’t know what his son was talking about.

“I wanted to give him a treat after the match.” Tom butted into the conversation to prove that he was a part of the kid’s lives as well.

Chris could have actually made it to the restaurant because he would be free in an hour tops. However, he decided against it. He had to take a step back for you. Of course, he would be there for his children but Tom should be given a fair chance as well.

“I won’t be able to make it buddy. You enjoy with Mommy and Tom. I’ll take you and Mia to Disneyland this weekend as I promised.”

“Okay, daddy. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” Giving him to you, he turned to leave. It was hard for him to do this but it had to be done. Chris wiped his eyes discreetly as he saw you all laughing together. This was his fault and he would have to bear the consequences.

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Demigod MC Series: Hestia

This is another eternally virgin goddess, so we're doing another pseudo-demigod by adoption (like we did with Athena).

Demigod MC: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia

Hestia is the goddess of the Hearth, Home, Architecture, Domesticity, Family, and the State. She's high up there (firstborn of Rhea and Cronus), but several factors have led to her falling into the background when compared to the other (flashier) Olympians. She swore to never marry, rejecting proposals from both Poseidon and Apollo, and is something of an antithesis to Aphrodite.

Lucifer

Honestly? He thought they were exactly what they were after. A weak human with no experience in the magical world what-so-ever.

Well… He was half-right.

On the surface, this is a pretty weak human. They don't have super flashy powers or a divine birth from the gods… but they do have a very protective adoptive mother.

The brothers had just settled in for their first dinner with the new human when the goddess herself strolled into their dining room, asked who was in charge, then dragged Lucifer away by the ear!

She's not even his mother, yet he felt the intense urge to apologize and put himself in his own room… Oh, the humiliation… at least she did the same to Diavolo…

The Prince was only able to calm her down by promising absolutely NO harm would come to her child… on their heads...

By the time the goddess finally let him go, Lucifer was about ready to shackle the MC to his wrist so nothing could touch them but he settled on keeping them with him like an assistant of sorts. They were in charge of helping him with the paperwork so he could keep an eye on them.

What he didn’t expect was for them to be so… good at it? They could keep his offices clean, they managed his daily schedule, fixed up the House, and still have time to bring him tea and sweets every night!

They could even reign in his brothers somehow… They weren't strong or intimidating, but one or two mildly unhappy words out of them and everybody would be on their best behavior.

Was everyone positive they're only human...?

As much as he hated to admit, he may have a slight deep case of falling for the housekeeper… He would make a move, but well…

He has Beel to contend with first.

Mammon

Okay so, watching Lucifer get dragged out by the ear just like Raphael used to do to him was hilarious!!! The whole room got a good laugh! 🤣

Until Hestia glared at them and suddenly they all felt like they'd disappointed someone important….

And all that fuss over some dumb human??

So what if they made amazing food?

So what if they could clean the entire mansion in a day?

So what if they were the walking equivalent to a warm cup of cocoa on a winter's day??

So what if they were just the kindest, sweetest thing in this godforsaken hellscape and he would throw himself in front of a bus to keep them safe-

-Wait, when did that happen?!?

Seriously, Mammon's attachment to the MC came out of NOWHERE to him. One day, he was threatening to eat their soul and the next he's freaking out when they stub their toe!

He swears they have to have some kind of magic about them! A charm, or a spell, or… their lovable smile and warm, loving hugs...! 😊

Damnit!! They're too cute!! He needs them to go away but also never leave, thanks. 😒

In all seriousness, though their kind nature puts Mammon's tsundere self at a bit of a disadvantage, his protective instincts shoot through the roof whenever they're involved.

Naturally, that means his day is spent running them away from hungry lesser demons or shielding them from Beel and Lucifer's tug-of-war matches… He's a busy guy these days. 😖

Leviathan

They're so… so… MOE!!!

That was his immediate thought when Mammon brought them home. He was expecting a defenseless human, but not one that could have stepped out of one of his slice-of-life manga!

To be honest, his instant thought was try and find a place to sit them on his shelves with the rest of the adorable characters he loves… 😅

And that was before they even opened their mouth! Five words into their introduction and he was ready to get their face on a t-shirt!!

Honestly, combine their natural cuteness with their household skills and they made for perfect waifu/husbando material…

Not helped by the fact they found one of his maid/butler outfits while doing the laundry one day. Not only did they ask if they could wear it, they actually non-ironically liked it and started wearing it around the House!!

Oh he got cornered by Beel, Lucifer, and Mammon separately that day because they thought he was using them for fetish fuel… But it was their idea, he swears!!

I mean… He didn't discourage them or anything either but still…

If Beel hadn't claimed them on Day One, Levi might have eventually thrown his hat in the ring too... Oh well… he can pine from a distance… What else is new? 😔

Satan

He has a video of Hestia dragging Lucifer out of the dining room on his phone and it's one of his most treasured possessions now. 😌

He is perhaps the only person in the House who was not at all impressed with their little human.

So they could cook? So could he. So they can clean? That's not impressive. They could manage a household? Big deal, he's more or less been in charge of the same thing for centuries!

As far as he saw it, there was nothing the MC could do that he couldn't do as proficiently or even better. There was nothing remarkable about this human at all!

… except for one thing.

That maid/butler outfit of Levi's? The one they like to wear around?

It has cat accessories…

Either they don't notice or they don't mind it but they essentially walk around the House cleaning things with little kitty ears attached to their head and a bell on their collar…

Dammit… Why did Levi even buy that?!?

Satan ended up getting in trouble for enchanting their outfit to give them REAL ears and a tail "accidentally..." Lucifer strung him up by his toes, Beel gave him a black-eye, and Mammon still calls him a "perverted cat freak" but it was worth it, he says, worth it!!

Asmodeus

Oh Beel…

Asmo saw Beel's feelings for the MC coming from a mile away. He didn't even need to confirm it with a sniff check, he had them scented by the end of their first night!

Lucifer, on the other hand, now that was a surprise... 😏

Ask him a century ago if Lucifer would ever consider a human lover, godly mother or no, and he'd have laughed! Yet here he is, giving gifts and sneaking whiffs of their adorable new housemate!

Of course, that's causing some commotion because they're pitted against each other, but Asmo finds it kind of cute honestly.

Beel and Lucifer aren't fighting, not for real. The whole house knows Lucifer would win in a real brawl, but neither of them actually want to hurt the other… They're far too close for that.

So Beel tosses Lucifer around with kid gloves and Lucifer holds back considerably against Beel. It's pretty much just two brothers who love each other squabbling over the same toy… 🤭

Honestly, Lucifer might have bowed out by now and just let Beel have them but now his pride's on the line… thus an endless tussle between family and the sweet MC is in the middle, clueless to it all!

Tragic, is it not? But it certainly makes things more entertaining around here! (Good thing too since Beel beat him to the punch… If it's a fight against those two, he'll have to keep any of his own affairs with the MC under the radar... 😏)

Beelzebub

He has claimed this one. Full stop.

For a bit of perspective: when Barbatos needs cooking tips, he calls Hestia. Hestia, the Divine Master of All Things Cooking. Hestia, the goddess who raised this MC…

Needless to say if they have any magic at all, it's in the kitchen.

If food is the way to Beel's heart, this MC has claimed his heart, soul, and probably all of his vital organs. Their food is astounding!! Always perfect every time and so good it brings him to tears!

It started the night of that first dinner, prepared by MC. He was too busy scarfing down the table to even notice a goddess showed up and then he proposed to the MC with their own pig roast by meal's end!

They said no to marriage, but an instant pact agreement suited him just fine.

Beel didn't waste a single moment before he started treating them like a potential mate, territorial aggression and all, but there was a bit of a catch… He kept the MC totally oblivious to it.

Surprisingly, Beel's can turn the "They're MINE" part of his brain on and off pretty well. He's nothing but sweet and cuddly to the MC when they're around and even with his brothers!... as long as they don't try anything.

The moment he caught whiff that Lucifer might be pursuing them too, it was on. Suddenly the two brothers who almost never fight were in competition against each other! But of course, both have an unspoken rule to never do so in front of MC.

And now poor MC believes it's common for demons to "play wrestle" like puppies and hugs are traditionally supposed to be so hard they could snap spines…

And it doesn’t look like they'll be backing down any time soon… Oh dear...

Belphegor

You know what? For once, everything goes exactly to plan for Belphie!

No really, this MC has no hidden powers, no magic horses, not even Demon Nip. They are a helpless, trusting little human who just wants to help their big teddy bear get his twin back!

So, you know how it goes. The charm, the lies, the treachery and all of that. He even gets to kill them!! Oh, happy days!! 😁

Come to think of it, they did smell an awful lot like Beel… But who cares, as long as Lucifer suffers right?? And this whole "living together in harmony" crap fails, right?!

Wrong.

Beel went ballistic. Lucifer did too, but Beel was what really hurt…

Belphie can safely say that in all of his life, Beel has never physically attacked him. Not once, or at least, not with intent to kill…

But when the sixthborn's fist went crashing through the wall right by his ear that day, he knew his brother's first instinct was to aim for his head… and his second was to miss, as he still loved him, but only by just a little.

What the hell did he just do??

Thank their father for Barbatos and all the funky time stuff he can do because bringing the MC "back" snapped his angry brothers right out of it.

Things should have been smoothed over at that point but as everyone was finally settling down for tea, Hestia made another appearance in the House… this time carrying a butcher's knife!

Time fix or no, Diavolo had promised her no harm would come to MC and at least one continuity of them DIED… so punishment was now on Lucifer and the Demon Prince himself!

Belphie, in a rare case of guilt and an expression of brotherly love, offered to take their place since it WAS kind of all his fault. His gesture softened the Goddess of Family juuust enough to lighten his sentence from execution to hard labor.

And thus, the MC had their own housekeeping assistant for a whole year, complete with bitter reluctance and a matching maid outfit! Cat-theme and all!!

He's sending nightmares to anybody who laughs… guaranteed. 😒

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

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im-in-vin-ci-ble · 3 years

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Hello~ Can I request a Mark x fem reader who’s a lot like starfire and is very Powerful close to omni man and is also an alien princess but she lives on earth and they go to the same school and she’s also a solo hero who one day sees invincible fighting off a tough villain with the teenteam but is losing so she steps in to help and he recognizes her and starts getting all nervous since he has a crush on her and then after that they introduce themselves get to know each other and eventually work they’re way up to mark confessing and she says yes :3

(If possible can it be a slow burn im a sucker for slow burn tropes and stuff 😤)

A/N: I gotchu, this bout to be a lil long 😮‍💨 making the fem!reader a little more human, figured since she’s in an actual school for humans she’d need to adapt to the humor/culture so she doesn’t get suspicious

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: M, some swearing and gross monster guts

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Mark is finally joined in battle by an alien princess who has caught his attention. Turns out she goes to the same high school, and if he can throw around 150-pound monsters across the street, surely he can confess his true feelings to a girl... right?

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" Rex Splode yelled as he wobbled up off the ground. "We've been on this thing for hours and it only has one damn cut!"

"Calm down Rex," Atom Eve said from behind, "You're gonna get even more tired from yelling."

The two watched as Dupli-Kate attempted to distract the scaly kaiju, replicating herself second after second to give space for Invincible to hit the monster by surprise. The kaiju's screech echoed throughout the city and shook the foundations of the surrounding buildings, forcing Rex, Atom Eve and Robot to move aside and save however many civilians they could.

"Invincible," Dupli-Kate shouted, "I can't keep up much longer!"

A sonic boom overcame the surrounding noise and Invincible appeared from the clouds. Dropping in at maximum speed, the young superhero balled his hand into a fist and took a deep breath. A loud battle cry escaped his mouth but it was cut short as the kaiju's heavy arm slapped him away just in time, throwing him through destroyed buildings until he landed on the pavement.

Out of breath, dizzy, and in a serious amount of pain, Invincible laid on the broken road for a second to regain his strength. The wind softly blew down on him as he focused his sight on a contrail leading towards him, and he watched as a girl in purple land right next to him.

She bent down and held him upright, "Invincible, are you okay?"

"Mmhmm," Invincible croaked with a defeated smile, "Totally fine."

His sight reverted back to normal and the first face he saw shocked him alive. It was her. They never talked in school and he was almost sure she didn't know his real name, but here she was, basically cradling him in her arms and calling him Invincible.

So she knows who I am. At least with the suit.

"Come on, that kaiju is about to be destroy the entire city," she said, helping him get back on his feet and flying away to the seemingly unbeatable figure.

He huffed, "Stay cool, Mark. She's here to help," and he followed suit.

This marked the first time he really interacted with the new superhero; he'd only ever see her on TV or read about how she saved people on the newspaper. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive — as do most guys his age — but watching her blast the kaiju with the green bursts of energy from her hands made her only even more appealing.

Invincible regrouped with the rest of the Teen Team. "I don't know what else we can do to this thing," Atom Eve admitted.

"I do," the girl spoke up. "Distract it as best as you can but stay far away from the stomach. When I tell you to take cover, make a run for it."

Robot replied, "That seems highly dangerous."

"Let's do it," Invincible quickly replied in a high-pitched voice.

Everyone looked over at him, surprised at the sudden change in his voice and just how fast he reacted in agreement.

"Uh, it's a good plan," he nodded, causing the girl to shoot a warm smile his way. "I definitely think we should do it... if all of you... uh, think, we should."

Exhausted and out of options, the rest of the group followed her orders and took different corners of the monster. Dupli-Kate handled one leg, Rex Splode handled the other, Robot and Atom Eve took the arms, and Invincible went back to the head. The kaiju struggled to keep its focus on just one of the heroes, and while it remained preoccupied, the girl absorbed all the energy she could muster and flew straight for the stomach.

"Take cover, now!"

Invincible and the Teen Team moved away and they watched as the flying hero's eyes opened in a bright shade of neon green, both her arms extended out as a large ball of green formed around her hands. The rays exploded right through the kaiju and it shrieked in pain as she briefly disappeared into the stomach. The kaiju lost balance and slowly fell forward as the girl, her eyes still green, appeared on the other side and harshly fell down on the ground.

The kaiju landed on the street with a loud boom and the group ran towards the girl who was now covered in parts of the kaiju's digestive system.

"Okay, that's kinda gross," Rex Splode commented, to which Dupli-Kate quickly responded, "Shut up."

Invincible dropped down on his knees and wiped the blood and guts off her face. Subtly admiring her facial features up close, he couldn't believe (and almost felt stupid) that he never recognized her despite the fact that he almost saw her everyday.

The girl groaned in agony softly shook her head, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Invincible's dark hair, goggles and yellow mask.

"Hey, hey," he whispered, "Are you alright?"

She sat up and hissed at her injuries, holding her head with her bloody hand. "Mmhmm," she gently nodded with a half smile, her eye one still shut. "Totally fine."

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Mark had a hard time focusing on school. His body ached from yesterday's injuries and he suffered a few bruises from literally tearing through buildings. He made his way to his locker and rested his head on the metal door, dreading the fact that he still has an entire afternoon of classes to go. Closing his eyes in hopes to quickly recharge, his moment of peace was disrupted when a shoulder rammed into his chest and several books landed right on his toe.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," a voice exclaimed.

Mark's head snapped up at the sound of the voice. It's her. He momentarily froze and watched the girl bend down to pick up her things, and when he finally regained movement a split second later, he also bent down to help her out. He kept quiet as he tried to think of the coolest possible response to make her think that he was actually the coolest guy in school, but all he could think of was how heavenly and badass she looked yesterday.

"Thanks," she said as he handed her the book. "I hope your foot doesn't bruise."

They both stood up and he shot her a nervous smile. "T-totally fine," he replied, clearing his throat afterwards.

She crossed her brows at his response and nodded, and a look of suspicion replaced her worried demeanor.

"I'm Mark, by the way," he cleared his throat again and reached out his hand, "Grayson."

"Mark... Grayson, huh?" she responded, scanning his face as her suspicion grew. Her eyes finally landed on the hand that was waiting, and she took one last look into his eyes before deciding to shake it. "I'm Y/N," she introduced herself with a skeptical smile, feeling his sweaty palm wrapped around hers. "I'll see you around, Mark Grayson."

She walked away and Mark's eyes followed her trail as far as he could see. He quickly pulled out his phone to send a text to Eve, who was actually watching their interaction a few classrooms down.

"Mark," Eve called out as she moved towards him. “So I’m assuming...”

"You knew?” he asked her in disbelief. “Why didn't you tell me Y/N was a superhero? I just introduced myself to her as Mark Grayson and I'm almost positive she knows I'm Invincible."

"First off, it's not my secret tell," she answered with a shrug. "Second, you guys didn’t trade secrets or whatever?”

Mark shook his head in a panic, "No, but I'm guessing she also knows that I know her secret the same way I know she knows my secret." He rested his forehead on the locker door once again and groaned, "Ugh, I'm so into her, it isn't even funny. And this whole superhero thing just made it even more awkward."

Eve laughed, "Look, I'm not going to force her to tell you if she isn't up for it, but if you want, I can ask her to hang out with us later. Maybe — emphasis on maybe — my presence will make her comfortable enough to admit who she is."

"Okay, okay," he sighed, turning around to rest the back of his head. "My insides are dying."

"After the kaiju yesterday, be thankful you don't mean that in a literal sense."

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Where in the hell is Eve?

Mark pulled out his phone for the third time in 10 minutes. Still no call or response from Eve to his text. He was getting evidently nervous; his palms were sweaty again and it felt like someone turned up the heat in Burger Mart. His left leg jerked up and down in anxiety as he stared at his phone, looking at the seconds on the clock icon tick by. If he were left alone with Y/N, he'd have no idea what to say. What does she like? Should I bring up the kaiju yesterday and praise Invincible? No, she'll just think I'm full of myself.

"Hey Mark."

He jolted and saw Y/N standing by the corner of the booth. "Hi!" he replied in that irritatingly high-pitched voice. Mark's heart began to race and the thoughts in his head ran wild. "Um... Have a seat. Sorry Eve isn't here yet, she actually hasn't answered my calls or my messages. Teenage girls, huh? What can you do?"

She crossed her brows again and chuckled, "That's fine, we can wait for Eve. But I think I'm more concerned about you."

"What do you mean?"

Y/N chuckled again, "You seem... nervous.”

He faked an obnoxiously loud laugh, “Me? Nervous?”

She watched him from across the table in silence, waiting for him to regain his composure.

When Mark couldn’t hear Y/N laughing with him, he finally shut up and shook his head. “Yeah, I am nervous, sorry,” he admitted, shutting his eyes tight.

She giggled, “Totally fine.”

Hearing her say those two words calmed his racing heartbeat. A smile crept on his face and she reciprocated, their eyes locking for a few seconds before both their phones buzzed.

“Oh, I just got a text from Eve,” Mark said.

“Me too.” She opened the message and began to read it out loud, “Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Something came up.”

“Have fun, you two,” he followed, his voice faltering. He placed his phone, screen down this time, back on the table and sighed, “Sorry, guess you’re stuck with me. That is, if you do want to stay and... hang out, and stuff.”

"Why wouldn’t I?” she replied, her warm smile easing Mark back into a relaxed state. “It’s nice to have a friend who...” she trailed off, “understands.”

“Understands what?” he asked.

“This thing people like us call life,” she answered. “You know, it took me a long time to acclimate here. I didn’t think I ever would, then I met friends who made this place feel like home. And home is a feeling I hadn’t felt in a really long time.”

Mark rested his elbows on the table and leaned in closer, “Well, I’m always here. You know, a-as a friend... or an acquaintance, even. I don’t, I don’t want to push it.”

Y/N giggled again, “You’re a funny man, Mark Grayson. This planet is lucky to have someone like you.” She reached out and held his hand, “And I’m even luckier to have you as a friend, or an acquaintance.”

He felt the heat rush to his face and he could swear his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. The afternoon flew by in a hurry as they engaged in lengthy conversations, fatty fast food, and childhood stories. While Mark was open to sharing every tiny detail — down to the color of the bleachers at the park where he played little league — Y/N kept hers pretty vague, leaving out descriptions of family members and even the places where these stories happened.

Mark’s phone buzzed again, but the vibrating pattern indicated it was a phone call. He turned the screen over and saw the unknown number; it was time to suit up.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N, but I need to go,” he said in a rush. “I have a... uh, an emergency.”

You couldn’t have thought of anything more specific?

“It’s cool. Um, don’t worry about it,” she said, shaking her head with her eyes glued to the vibrating phone.

Mark’s one leg was already out the booth before he decided to finally just go for it. Sitting back down with his now quiet phone in his hands, he took a deep breath.

“Y/N, I think you’re really cool. Can I maybe, like, call you sometime, or something?”

Her lips formed into smile that extended to her eyes, and it was enough for Mark to melt a little. “Of course. Yeah, sure,” she replied in excitement and typed down her number on his phone. She handed it back, “Now you know how to reach me if you’re getting your ass whooped again.”

His mouth fell open as his shaky hands grabbed his phone. “Wait—”

She smoothly slid out of the booth, “See you later, Invincible,” she winked, “Don’t get killed today.”

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Luckily for Mark, no one got killed today. Maybe a few wounds here and there, but nothing painful enough that will land him in the GDA hospital. After spending an hour in the shower, he finally managed to lie down on his bed and rest his body. He sank into the mattress and closed his eyes, taking in the seconds of undisturbed peace that have become rare moments since he got his powers.

As he replayed the events of today’s fights in his head, his mind drifted off to the hours he spent with Y/N. He pulled out his phone and mustered the courage to press the dial button, and the repeating sound of the ringing was making his pulse race.

“Hello?”

“Oh good, you didn’t die today.”

Mark chuckled and sandwiched his hand between his head and the pillow. “It wasn’t that bad today, just took a few hits,” he explained. “So listen, Y/N, I was wondering, uh—”

She cut him off, “What are you doing right now?”

“What?”

“What are you doing right now?” she repeated.

“Um, nothing, just getting some rest” he sat up and looked around. “Why?”

“If you’re not too tired, do you maybe...”

Mark smiled, “Maybe...?”

“I don’t know, sneak out? My roof is pretty comfortable.”

Silently fist pumping, he fully stood up and nodded, “Text me the address.”

Just as quietly as he exited his room via the window, he softly landed on Y/N’s roof. Swiftly flying up and greeting him, she took the place next to him and crossed her legs.

“You’re right, your roof is pretty comfortable,” Mark said.

She chuckled at his remark then noticed a gash by his right temple. Her brows furrowed in worry, “You have a wound,” she said, making sure not to touch it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, softly holding her hand and placing it back down with his. “Totally fine.”

Those words brought her some sense of comfort as her eyes softened, causing her to unconsciously squeeze his hand. Mark’s eyes widened and he looked down at their tangled fingers, frozen for a moment.

“Is this... okay with you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Wanna lie down? Since my roof is so comfortable?” she asked with a smirk.

“Sure,” Mark chuckled, removing his hand from her’s and stretching his arm out as they lied down. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes up at the stars.

“Hey Mark?”

“Yeah?”

A moment of silence.

“Thank you for coming.”

He looked down at her as she met his eyes, “You’re welcome.”

The two shared a smile, and Mark took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

It’s now or never, Mark. Now or never.

“Watching you kick ass yesterday was... really a sight to see,” he began. “You’re powerful and strong, but more importantly, brave. And you’re so fucking beautiful and kind and smart and...” Mark trailed off, sighing, “I never thought I would be in this position — with you next to me in a very comfortable rooftop under the stars.”

“Mark...”

“And I really like you. Like, really, really like you.”

“Mark.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to let you know. It’s important that you know—”

“Mark,” she cut him off. “I like you too. A lot.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and covered his eyes with his free hand. “Oh thank god. Thank god!” he exclaimed.

Y/N shushed him, “You’re gonna wake up the neighborhood, Invincible.”

“Sorry,” he giggled quietly, “I got excited.”

She laughed and faced her body towards him. They locked eyes again, and Mark didn’t know if it was gravity or just the adrenaline that pushed him, but he finally leaned down and met her lips. Static ran through his body as he deepened the kiss, and he felt an excitement that was even more exhilarating than the first time he flew.

She pulled away and Mark ran his hand through her hair, resting his hand on her cheek. “How was that?” he asked.

She smiled gently and placed her hand over his, “Totally fine.”

#sorry this turned out way longer than expected #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #mark grayson #invincible fanfiction

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