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love-that-we-were-in · 2 months

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Let All Your Damage Damage Me

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader Summary: There's something to be said for patching up Camp Half-Blood, especially when you end up seeing more of Luke Castellan than you thought you ever would. Or 3 times Luke starts a fight and 1 time he doesn't. Word Count: 4.6k Warnings: smoking, mentions of low-grade drugs and underage drinking, implied sexual content and more teenage dirtbag luke because @initialchains was kind enough to let me steal him for evil!

a/n: this is the most brainrot i've ever brainrotted and again, all credit for this version of luke to noli. enjoy!!!

There’s this weight that carries the name Luke Castellan across Camp Half-Blood. Once, it was a new camper - years on the run with a young daughter of Athena and a fatality at the borders that drew interest. In the time since, it’s become something different, reshaped and frayed. A promising young demigod lingering on the outskirts where possible, creating his own tethers to the mortal world like it’ll detach itself from him if he doesn’t.

It confuses new campers at first, the dichotomy between how Luke is spoken of and who he is. The best swordsman in almost three centuries, a once favorite son of Hermes. To look at him then, take in his scuffed shoes and the cigarette tucked behind his ear - it makes them wonder what it took for him to fall so far out of alignment.

No one ever asks.

The conch sounds from your left and the rest of your campmates spread out across the land with a battle cry. You know how this evening goes, too many of them spent alone in the quiet of the med-bay. There’s three of you as it stands, all waiting for someone to show up with a cut to tend to as the game gets underway. Will stands outside, eyes wandering over the edges of the forest as if he can see through the trees to what’s happening within them. It’s his first summer, the thrill of camp yet to be lost on him, and you’re glad he can find excitement in being on the sidelines. Lee has already tucked himself into a corner, technically a part of the medical team but mostly waiting to tag into the game. A back-up player.

You know that within the hour, you’ll likely lose both of them to the game. It’s not something you mind, dealing with the minor injuries alone. There’s an element of peace to it, tending to everyone else’s wounds and sending them on their way. It’s what you’re best at, a healed knife wound last year the reason you were claimed. Still, it makes capture the flag last for eons - every hint of action happening further than you can see, often too far away for you to even register until someone pushes their way through your door in need of help.

So you settle in, let the peace of the evening wash over you. When one of the younger Demeter kids rushes into the room, you observe Will treating the deep cut on her arm. Disinfectant, gauze, a small bandage. When he’s done, he looks at you and you’re all too familiar with it. The longing to be part of the action. At your nod, he takes off, hot on the heels of the young girl and into the thick of battle.

Eventually one of Clarisse’s siblings bursts into the room, fire in his eyes and you can hardly blink before Lee is standing to attention. It’s the way of the game and you wave him off lightly, lowering yourself back into a chair and letting your head fall against the cool surface of the wall.

Another hour.

If you had to guess, you would say there’s less violence on the field today. It’s Annabeth’s first time leading a team, you know that, and you’re aware of the way her mind works - lower injuries, higher soldiers. There’s little doubt that she’s ran the numbers, with backup plans for her backup plans to find and steal the flag. You know you should be rooting against her, Apollo partnered with Ares this time around, but you want this victory for her.

There’s a flurry of movement from outside moments later, a groan followed by a muttered “I’m fine, Annabeth” before the girl is in front of you, frown pulling across her features.

Beside her, or rather resting his weight on her, is Luke Castellan, eyebrows scrunched together and arms covered in thin cuts.

You don’t really have much of an opinion on Luke if you’re being honest. You know the basics - a crash course given to you by Silena when you arrived at camp, actual information littered between rumors. Son of Hermes, incredible swordsman. Snuck out of camp two years ago to get a tattoo because he was drunk. Bribed Katie to start growing weed in one of the rarely used greenhouses.

Now, faced with him in a bloodied camp t-shirt and lacking his usual cigarette, you sort of want to know what’s true.

“What happened to him?” There should be more urgency to your actions, you know, but you help Annabeth guide him into one of the beds at the side of the room slowly.

“He decided to pick a fight with a bunch of kids near the lake,” Annabeth says, rolling her eyes. Even as she does, there’s this adoration that seeps out of her, the same one you’ve always known her to carry where Luke is concerned. “Three on one.”

Luke groans as you shift his position, glaring at the girl in front of him. “They deserved it. The shit they were saying.”

Part of you wants to ask, desperately. Annabeth chuckles, nudging his shoulder and says, “Yeah, I know. I already thanked you so stop fishing for compliments.”

He laughs lowly and you almost forget that there’s a real reason Annabeth would’ve brought him here. You’ve only seen Luke in this room once, late last winter, so it’s odd that he’d be here now. He tilts his chin at her, and then at the door. “Go win that flag.”

She starts to protest, talking about having faith in her team and how making sure he’s safe is more important. Still, she glances towards the door.

“He’s in good hands with me, Annabeth,” You say when she stops to breathe for a moment. She bites her lip. “I promise.”

“She promises,” Luke repeats from behind you and apparently, that’s all Annabeth needed. With a final glance between you, she retreats, working her way back into the game. “Just me and you now, Angel.”

There’s some sort of shift with Annabeth’s absence, thicker in the air and not completely unwelcome. Maybe it’s the nickname, too familiar for people having their second conversation, but there’s this way Luke says it, no intention twisting around the letters but settling warmly into your system anyway. You ignore it. “Where are you hurt, Castellan?”

He grimaces and it’s the first time you notice his hand clasped at his side. It drops and you take in the darker color of his camp t-shirt there, the way it sticks to the area damp with blood and probably a lot of sweat.

“Holy shit.”

“It’s not that bad,” he jokes and you raise an eyebrow at him. He shrugs. “I’ve had worse.”

You shake your head. “Come on then, let’s see it.”

It’s something you don’t do often, this informality with a patient. Bedside manner means something in healing but right now, you can’t think of the right way to channel it. To be gentle with Luke would feel awkward, restrictive almost, and to be too formal would just be rude at this point. What you’re doing now seems to work, if the way he grins is any indication, and you excuse yourself to the supply cabinet as he does as requested.

When you turn back around, Luke has his shirt off, legs still hanging off the side of the bed. You almost want to tell him to lay down, for your own peace of mind. Make it so you can simply treat the wound without having to look at him properly. Because Luke is…

Luke is really fucking pretty.

You’ve known he was attractive - everyone knew that. It wasn’t something openly spoken about, not with how he exists on the outskirts of camp most of the time, but it was mutually understood. For all his faults, Luke was incredibly attractive.

Now, though, even with blood covering half of his torso, he’s really fucking pretty.

“I’m just going to clean it first,” you say when you reach him and it comes out quieter than you intended. You stand in front of him and his head tilts back slightly to look at your face properly. “Do you mind if you just- I need to get a little closer to look at it.”

You expect him to turn to the side, let the wound face you a bit better. Instead, the space between Luke’s legs widens enough for you to take a step closer, almost like a challenge, and you take it anyway.

You work on instinct, wiping the blood away, pressing gentle fingertips into the skin. Habits formed over months, usually steady hands shaking just slightly as you wipe the cloth against Luke’s torso, his even breaths hitting the side of your neck at this angle.

It’s not as deep as you expected, the skin still open, completely raw but not as ugly as it could be. As what you expected it to be. Gently, you press the gauze to it, lifting your head to be met with Luke’s eyes. They’re brown. They’re brown and completely relaxed and you kind of really want to find out how wide they could get in the right situation.

“I told you it wasn’t that bad,” Luke says and you feel it more than you hear it. It shoots through your veins and you distantly remember Silena telling you that she once caught him with a line of coke. They rattle together before falling silent and you can hear your own breathing again. Luke’s too, slower than yours but close enough that you can count the length of each one.

“You still should’ve come to me when you got injured.”

“I’ll remember that next time.” It drifts across your cheeks, warming the skin there and you look back down at your hand pressed against Luke’s side. Pulling the gauze away, you quickly replace it with a clean square, sticking it in place carefully.

You run a finger across the edges before muttering, “All done.”

There’s a right thing to do. Take a step back, give Luke the privacy to redress and send him on his way with instructions for looking after the dressing. That’s what you’re supposed to do. It’s what your brain is screaming at you to do, actually, but Luke’s skin is still so warm under your palm and each breath makes you more aware of the dip in his collarbones and you can’t think of a single good reason to move away.

When his lips part, you think he’s going to give you one. Instead, he whispers, “Tell me no,” and it just makes more sense to meet him halfway than say yes.

Turns out, Luke Castellan is a really good kisser. It matches him, the blase way he leans into the action, tilts his head and adjusts the pressure to match whatever you do. Distantly, you remember to move your hand, dropping it from the gauze and resting it on his thigh instead and there’s this noise Luke makes in the back of his throat as you do so that makes you want to do it again.

He breaks off in the end, drawing in deep breaths. To see him disheveled isn’t entirely new, not with the lack of care he puts into maintaining his camp uniform, but to see him like this - dark curls run through, cheeks flushed red and lips swollen - is something else entirely. Without thinking too hard, you dip your head and place a kiss to the skin where his neck meets his shoulder. He shivers and you take it as an invitation, pressing another to his shoulder and then one to his right collarbone.

His loose grip on your hip tightens and you wonder how far you could take this before you would have to stop. Based on the low curse Luke lets out when you repeat the motions on the other side of his neck, it’ll probably take until another camper comes to find you.

Dragging your gaze down Luke’s frame, you come to the reasonable conclusion that it’s a risk you’re just going to have to take.

You expect it to happen sooner, staring at the door each evening willing it to open. A week of counting the hours, locking the med bay every night and still no sign of Luke. He’s back from his quest - Will had rushed in with the news when he’d crossed the border back into camp - but you’re yet to see him at all. Silena tried to tell you about his quest, about his failure really, and you’d shut her down before she could give you anything more than that he’d been badly injured.

Lee had been on duty the day he’d returned. Written the notes and left them filed away.

Deep scarring on the face. Nectar and ambrosia required on arrival. Patient refused monitoring.

He doesn’t offer any further insight when he catches you reading over them the next morning, just shrugs like he expected Luke to refuse his help. Like he’s surprised the other boy even showed up for treatment at all. It’s moments like that, where there’s this judgement surrounding Luke’s mere existence, that remind you of the weeks before his quest. The five hectic weeks of bruised knuckles and how soft they could be against your skin. Of how nice cigarette smoke could be coming from Luke’s lips instead of just lingering in the air.

So it catches you off guard when the knock sounds on your door, the same familiar quick raps of knuckles on the wood that you grew accustomed to hearing late into the night. He’s there, when you pry the door open, and he’s nothing like you expected.

He’s still Luke, from the ragged tee to staggered breathing, but there’s blood covering half of his face, dripping from the stretch of open skin running down his left cheek and a dip in his spine he never had before.

“Do you want to berate me first or can I just come in?”

Stepping out of the way, you gesture into the empty room. There’s a familiar routine to this now, despite the week without it, and Luke takes his usual path to the bed near the cabinets. It’s wrong, the way you attach yourself to the casualness of it, to the comfort of having him back in this space with you, instead of rushing to do your job.

But it’s Luke, a little broken maybe, but still Luke.

“Who’d you fight this time?” You ask as you dig through drawers for everything you might need. You tell yourself it’s to be prepared - you both know what it really is. “Don’t tell me the foxes are back.”

“If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy.”

It’s a running joke, borne of concern the first time Luke showed up here after curfew with a cut on jaw and nose a little more crooked than before. Something to reassure you, to stop you shifting yourself into professional mode. A way of assuring you that there was no rush.

“You didn’t have a healing scar before,” you mutter regardless, slotting yourself into the space between his legs like normal. There’s an overhead light and, from directly in front of him, you can make out the length of it, the shape of the raised skin. It’s still raw, a little puffy, but on the right track. “Or did you forget?”

“It’s not exactly easy to ignore, is it?” He shrugs, sitting straighter. “Besides, Ares kids are never all that.”

Finally, you think, lifting your hand to touch the taut skin there, there’s the bitterness you’ve heard in his voice so many times before. It’s one of those things you’ve come to recognise in Luke’s tone, the cadence of it when he actually cares, pitching lower than usual, burying itself under nonchalance.

He watches as your thumb swipes across his cheek, pulling back to observe the way it stains red. You’re used to seeing him a little damaged, easily put back together by your hand. This is something else, a reflection of how everyone else sees him - bloodied and broken and damn near unapproachable for fear of spilled blood - and you want to capture it in your brain for the future, maybe forever.

“I’m starting to think you might like me,” Luke says, hands moving from where they sit on the bed to rest on your waist. Your eyes stay locked on the pad of your thumb, watching the blood begin to seep into your skin. A beat, the brush of his warm thumb against the skin on your waist, and then, “It doesn’t hurt that much.”

It goes against so much of who you’ve always sworn to be, finding him so pretty in this moment. Taking in the red of his cheek, the way it stretches down his neck and drips onto his t-shirt. Short of taking a medical oath, you’ve promised yourself to heal. To mend. To treating the injured, regardless of your own feelings on the matter.

Of course it would only take Luke Castellan, dark eyes and tender hands, to challenge that.

“Tell me if it does,” You whisper and he licks his lower lip as he nods, wiping away some of the blood staining it as he does. The end of his quiet “promise” catches itself between your lips, mingling with the metal on your tongue and making it sweeter than you could’ve ever anticipated.

This part of Luke is all too familiar, the taste of him to the comfortable weight of yourself on him. You’d learnt on that first night what made him tick, what made its way through him and he would return to you tenfold. In the weeks since, you’ve studied them, picking them apart until there’s been nothing to do but follow them into freefall.

Now, you use them to guide you. Those small hitches in his breathing, the clearing of his throat, the slip of his palm when you press your lips to the skin above his pulse on the left and let them stain the right to match. It’ll all fade when you come back to yourself, cleaning the wound and stitching him back up, but it’s there when you lean back to look at him again, the undeniable mark of you on Luke Castellan’s skin.

“You’re really fucking pretty, you know that.”

Luke tilts his head, squinting a little to focus his gaze. It’s this thing he does whenever you get like this, observant and a tad shy, waiting for the ball to drop. You keep silent, arms still wrapped around his shoulders and knees digging into the mattress either side of his hips. It’ll pass, always.

When it does, the air changes. Not quite the same heated urgency as before, less hazy and with Luke realising the inch he’s been given, taking the mile you’ve offered in the inbetween. He’s still broken, still stained despite your best efforts to remove it, and he settles a hand in the hair at the nape of your neck as you push closer to him.

Silena told you once that it only takes twenty-one days to form a habit. She was talking about finding cigarette ends scattered around the training centre, a sure sign of Luke’s presence there each day, and how his habits had become too ingrained in him after years for them to be broken. It wasn’t true, you’d known that much, but it stayed in the back of your mind with every new one you attempted to build - daily runs, the correct amount of sleep, offering help to someone you didn’t know too well at camp. None of them ever stuck, lasting a few days at most, but it strikes you again now, Luke pushing his way through your door.

Eight weeks. More than enough time to form an alleged habit. You think, observing the flex of his arm, the thin section of ink peeking out from under his camp tee when he does, that you’ve fallen into a habit with Luke Castellan. Possibly even the habit of Luke Castellan.

It’s different this time, however. The lack of visible bruising on his own skin, for one. There’s hints of it, smatterings of black and purple stretching across his knuckles, the skin peeling slightly, but his face is unmarred save for his usual scar. You don’t often see Luke mean. Based on the clench of his fists, so tight you’re sure it must hurt, you’re not entirely sure you want to.

“Did you know that he was summoned?” He says through gritted teeth. Sometimes, you wonder if Luke knows how to start a conversation properly. It’s not something you’ve known him to do, never a hello or goodbye, just a topic spoken into the space around you both. Neverending. “Claimed while I was away getting my ass handed to me by a dragon and then summoned for a discussion with Hermes.”

You understand, then, why his entire body is tense. A carefully curated reputation tumbling down around him after years. The fallen son of Hermes finally getting some comeuppance for his impudence. Being replaced, in spite of dedication given to people who couldn’t stand to be around him. It’s not the first time you’ve been upset for him, but it is the first time it’s made you ache for justice.

“I heard he got back this morning.”

Luke hums and you watch as his cheek hollows, knowing how his teeth are indenting on the skin inside. “Came to find me first thing. To tell me all about it.”

“He came to rub it in.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, the first since walking in, and the combination burns low in your gut. A habit takes twenty-one days to form and it took Luke seventeen to understand the effect those words had on you. “I swung for him before I even realised I was doing it.”

You perch yourself on the edge of one of the beds, keeping careful track of his movements across the room. “This might be the first time you’ve come here and the other guy is actually going to look worse.”

It does what you wanted it to, drags a chuckle out of him and releases the tension from his shoulders. “I bumped into Will on my way here. Sent him to patch him up and keep him far away from me.”

“Are you telling me you planned to get me alone in the med bay, Castellan?”

His nose scrunches, stealing the last of his rage from the air and twisting it into something different. “You were already alone in the med bay. I just planned to take advantage of it.”

The change in dynamic isn’t lost on you, so unused to starting in these positions, but you let it linger for a moment anyway. Ground yourself in the knowledge that Luke knows you, knows your breathing and your movements and your heartbeat. It doesn’t take twenty-one days to build a habit, and you’re far from breaking this one.

“Tell me no,” Luke says and it echoes in a way it hasn’t before. Joins the dust in the air and settles in the sunlight from the high windows. You take a breath. He releases one. “Tell me yes.”

It’s something you should think about more, letting him ingrain himself in your space the way you have been. Patching him up is one thing, borne from consideration and oath and demanded by a higher power than yourself. In the dark nights of camp, you can pretend the time you spend with him doesn’t count for much - that it barely exists if you want to. That’s how you’ve navigated it so far, pretending not to know the calluses on his hands during demonstrations, brushing it off when Silena points out how he’s been getting into more fights these past few months.

You should leave Luke Castellan in the shadows, a boy mended in dim lighting and known through hushed conversations.

But you know the taste of smoke from his lungs, the press of his lips on your skin. You know his blood and his sweat and his mumbled curses. You know more about him than anyone in this camp, maybe in this world, and you’re the only one who cares to trace it over again and again until you can recite him line by line.

“Yes, Luke,” It comes out louder than intended, completely defined. “Please.”

Whatever it is about it, the assuredness or the plea, it’s what he needs, crashing into you like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. There’s an easy confidence to the way he touches you now, swallows the sounds you make to keep them for himself, keeps you half-hidden from the daylight peering in like it’ll protect you both. You bury yourself under his skin, nails and teeth and take parts of him with you when you let go.

It’s risky, slightly too hurried for how important it feels, but it makes sense with each breath you share. Fits itself to the bitterness that frays your edges, hems them into something more palatable. Luke’s mumbles are half-formed against your skin and yours are incomplete in air and they stick together as something no one else could translate.

You can’t define this, not with a theory or a diagnosis, but you think it could fall neatly into your notes as a categorised addiction.

With Luke’s soft curls between your fingers, you kind of forget how to care.

“You know, I could probably beat you in a fight.”

Luke chuckles, flicking the ash from his cigarette to the ground behind your cabin. It’s a new thing, hiding yourselves away in new locations, and you’re sort of fascinated with the way he chooses where to go. No rhyme or reason. “You think?”

“I would bet so much money on it if we actually got paid here,” You nod, rocking back on your heels. He’s nicer like this, bathed in moonlight and at peace with his surroundings. It’s something you’ve become accustomed to, the casual dichotomy of Luke at night, unburdened by rumours. “I would bet your chain on it.”

You’re not serious, he knows that - the silver necklace is one of the few things he actually treasures - but it’s funny to see his face lift in disbelief as you say it. He presses the end of his cigarette out under his shoe and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop the smile threatening to come out.

“You really think you could beat me in a fight?”

You take a step back with each one he takes forward, only to find yourself pressed against your cabin seconds later. Luke’s smile changes, twists a little more into a smirk, and you let yourself relax into it. Instead of an answer, you hum lightly. His hands land either side of your head and you feel yourself smile before you remember to stop it.

“Take it back,” he whispers and it drifts across your cheekbones. You drop your gaze to the peek of silver above his camp shirt, curling a finger underneath the metal so the charm dangling from it drops into full view. You glance back at him, his gaze dropping from your face to hand on his chest. “Please.”

Wrapping your hand around the cool metal, you tug him the short distance between you and it feels like the better response when Luke smiles against your lips.

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hugshughes · 7 months

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my tears ricochet R. McGroarty

Rutger McGroarty x fem!reader

synopsis - Based on “my tears ricochet” by Tay obvs. Reader is on the umich soccer team and when they lose the NCAA championship game, and Rutger is there, reader is confused and sad in a way that he would come to this game after their terrible breakup.

wc - 3.0k!

contains - reader is on the umich soccer team! lightly edited! angst!!!!!!!! then a sprinkle of fluff. reader has a panic attack and has trouble breathing, crying, descriptions of a terrible breakup, kissing, happy ending, lmk!

an - this was probably the hardest one so far, other than the last great american dynasty, which i promise is coming soon! ALSO. 200 FOLLOWERS????? THANK U GUYS! I swear I’m trying to speed up the process of writing these but it’s harder than I thought. I've been getting more requests than usual lately! You guys are all so cute btw. I've gotten multiple about Behind My Back with Nolan part 2 and it's on the way! I'm so slow at writing smut. Anyways hope you enjoyyyy!

we gather here, we like up, weepin’ in a sunlit room. and if i’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes too.

The final whistle blew, the game was over. You crouched to the ground, palm flat on the field as you wept. You could barely breathe as the UNC team flooded the field, screaming in victory, group-hugging 10 feet from you. 4-3 in overtime. You dropped to sit on the ground, arms loosely wrapped around your knees as you stared at the crowd.

The sea of Carolina blue jumping up and down, smiling, shouting. The motionless pit of maize and navy, crying, grief, disappointment. In you. They’re all disappointed in you, that’s what you tell yourself.

Your best friend sits next to you, enveloping you in a hug, you hear her whimpers, you feel her tears.

“I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head at you, hugging you tighter than ever before pulling away, holding your face, wiping your cheeks.

“No, don’t say that. This isn’t your fault. Okay? It isn’t. You scored 2 of our goals tonight, and you just did so good okay? This isn’t your fault.”

You looked at the ground, trying to catch your breath. You’re only a sophomore, you’ll have more championships to win. She didn’t though, she was a senior.

“This was just your last game, and I just- I let you down and coach and-”

“Honey, it’s okay. I’ll be okay. You cannot blame this game just on you.”

You hesitantly nod, letting her help you to your feet. The rest of your team is hugging, some crying, some seething, some trying to smile.

You run to your coach, she opens her arms wide to hug you. She’s trying to smile, trying to tell you that it’s okay as you heave out the word sorry over and over, sobbing as you try to catch your breath, to no avail.

Your chest heaves as you try to breathe, but nothing is going in or out, you’re about to have a panic attack. You grip your jersey where your heart is, the navy material soiled from tears and sweat. Your coach lets out a curse as she realizes what’s going on, your best friend sees you, running over, holding your arms, trying to calm you down.

You can’t, you were warm before, but now it’s like you’re suffocating.

“I- I can’t! Fuck, I-”

The worse you cry the less you can breathe, but the less you’re breathing the more you’re crying.

Your trainer runs over, hand on your back as she urges you off to the sidelines. You know there are dozens of cameras on you, making everything ten times worse.

It’s time for you guys to shake hands but instead, you are urged off the field, down through the tunnel, and to the locker rooms. They sit you down in your designated stall, offering water, fanning you with random papers, holding your hands, everything as you start to breathe again. When you’re finally steadily breathing again, you feel embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry! Shit- I just-”

They just shush you, hugging you tight. You, as the star player of Michigan Women’s Soccer are informed you’re doing press with your best friend, the captain, now. You almost cry again, you know someone is bound to ask about your leaving the field early.

But here you are, sitting next to your best friend, holding hands under the table for some form of stability as you look at the reporters and flashing cameras in front of you, fans behind them.

Your best friend answers the majority of the first chunk of questions, you only chiming in a few times. Your name is called by a reporter, a question just for you.

“Would you like to comment on what happened with your early departure after the game?”

You tense, your best friend’s hold on your hand tightens, comforting you as much as possible.

“Oh um, yeah. So uh, I was having some trouble breathing and stuff and I needed to go back to the locker room. I apologize if I came across as rude to any of the UNC girls, I still definitely want to congratulate them.”

The reporter nods, and you get sad smiles from almost everyone you can see. You get another question about your performance.

“I think I definitely could’ve played better, I’m disappointed in my performance tonight, I’ve apologized to teammates and coaches. I did as well as I could in the moment, Carolina is a really talented group of girls. I-”

You see him, Rutger fucking McGroaty, standing at the back of the group, Ethan, Mark, Dylan, and a few other hockey players with him. Your voice catches, and your mind is blank.

even on my worst day, did i deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me? ‘cause i loved you, i swear i loved you. ‘til my dying day.

The eye contact is full of pain, you feel your heart stutter. Your breathing that had finally started evening out is suddenly picking back up, but also somehow slowing down? It just, hurts. Why was he here? Why would he do that to you?

What was he trying to do? Was he trying to see you? Was he just trying to watch the game?

You looked to your coach, the attention of the reporters on your best friend, with pleading eyes. She nods for you to leave, and you silently thank her, slipping out of the seat and discreetly exiting the room, having to walk right by the guys, and some fans along the way. You wave at a little girl dressed head to toe in maize and blue, your jersey adorning her little body.

You crouched down next to her, letting her grab your hand.

“Hi sweetheart, how are you doing?”

She smiles brightly, making your heart swell. She has your number drawn out on her cheek, and a Michigan temporary tattoo on the other.

“I’m good! It was fun watching you play, even if you couldn’t win. I saw you crying, are you okay? You still did really really awesome, even my brother thinks so!”

She gestures to her slightly older brother, a boy who looked about 8.

“Oh yeah, I’ll be okay. Well sweetheart, if you’d like it, I would love to sign your jersey.”

Her face lights up, she squeals and hugs you, which you accept. She turns around and you sign right next to your number on her maize jersey. She thanks you and squeezes your hand while taking a picture with you. You’re finishing up with them when her brother almost shouts.

“Are those the Mich hockey guys?”

You freeze, eyes darting from the ground to the little boy and then up to Rutger's shocked face. Rutger quickly puts his fan persona on, greeting the kids.

'cause i loved you, i swear i loved you. 'til my dying day.

You realize you're position, frozen and staring at Rutger in front of all these people, and you quickly turn to go. You get about ten feet when you hear someone quietly shout your name, then twice. Someone, being Rutger. You didn't wanna talk to him. You really did want to talk to him, you just knew you couldn't.

You are in the tunnel at this point, striding a few more feet to make sure no one can see you before stopping when he says your name once again. When you turn around he stares at you silently, his eyes filled with hurt. You wish you could run into his arms, but you can't, you can't.

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace, and you're the hero flying around, saving face. and if i'm dead to you why are you at the wake?

"What are you doing here Rut?"

You could feel the tears lining your eyes, pushing to break past your waterline. He has the same tears, which hurt you even more.

"I'm sorry."

That you lost? That he came here? That he called for you? That he broke your heart?

"For what, Rutger?"

The tears were close to spilling for both of you. He lets out a shaky exhale, wiping his nose and sniffling.

"I- Um, everything? I just, I'm sorry."

cursing my name, wishing i stayed. look at how my tears ricochet.

You didn't know what to do. Part of you was about to throw yourself into his arms while another part was about to sprint as far away from him as you could.

He stood there, quickly wiping a tear that fell. In this moment, losing the game was the farthest thing from your mind. Everything in your mind was just completely overwhelmed with him. At one point he was everything to you, you knew in part of you he still was.

we gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean. some to throw, some to make a diamond ring.

When you and Rutger had broken up, it had been terrible for both of you. Rutger wasn't allowed to be alone afterward for two weeks, not that you knew that, his friends wanted to tell you and try to get you back to him but he wouldn't let them. He was too embarrassed by the idea. His friends begging for you for him because he couldn't handle a breakup? Please. What Rutger doesn't know is that you would've run straight back to him if you'd known. He was your lifeline.

Your relationship was like a dream, you'd started dating in July of 2022 and broke up the next May. You guys were inseparable, in a cute way. You guys were always there for each other, no matter what. But out of nowhere, in April, Rutger started freaking out about everything happening in his life. The team had just lost the frozen four, and he was just hurt from that and he was not himself. Even weeks after, when the other boys had seemingly gotten over it, he couldn't seem to shake the feeling in his chest.

The feeling started affecting other parts of his life, too. Specifically, your relationship. He'd become way cut off from you, and a lot more mean. It went on for three weeks before you broke up with him. You just couldn't keep trying when you were getting nothing back, even though it hurt you so badly to do it.

you know i didn't want to have to haunt you. but what a ghostly scene. you wear the same jewels that i gave you, as you bury me.

You rub your eyes before looking up from the ground to him, and then you see it. The ring he once gave you on a chain around his neck. He'd kept it when you gave it back to him.

You remember every detail about the night he gave you that ring. Where he'd taken you, how he held you in the cold of February nights in Ann Arbor. You remember his confession of love to you. How he was worried you'd think he was proposing, how he shakily opened the ring box when you got back to his room, and how he said he wanted to give it to you in your scenic snowy walk through a local park but had gotten too nervous. You remember how you kissed him, and how he brought tears to your eyes.

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace. 'cause when i'd fight, you used to tell me i was brave. and if i'm dead to you why are you at the wake? cursing my name, wishing i stayed. look at how my tears ricochet.

Him being here, crying, apologizing, you losing the game, everything was just so much, but when you looked into his eyes he was still your everything. Your boy, the one that made you fall in love with every part of him, every crack and crevice, every flaw. He was still yours, no matter if you were together or apart. And you were his too, you knew that, you both did.

You can't imagine what your friends would think if you'd told them how close you were to kissing Rutger right now. They would never believe you, not after the months you spent trying oh so hard to convince yourself you were better off without him, no matter how false that statement was.

You knew you would need him, always did. He didn't know that though, when he would stalk your social media all summer, seeing you post in your little white linen dresses, having fun at the beach with your friends, he convinced himself he'd never get another chance with you. And you knew that if he tried hard enough, he could completely win you back, 100 times over.

and i can go anywhere i want, anywhere i want, just not home. and you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones.

He was your safe haven, whenever you were with him everything was just good, you didn't have to worry about anything with him, he wouldn't let you. He was your person.

You just stared at him, thoughts running a thousand miles per minute. You wanted him, you needed him. You knew it, too. He was always gonna be the only man that ever came to mind when you heard a love song by Taylor Swift, the only man you thought of when you saw a husband and wife with a little baby on your for you page, the only one.

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace.

He sniffled again, and you practically lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your head into the crook of his neck. You started to cry again as his arms went around your hips, holding you so tightly. He was so warm, he smelled so good, he was definitely home for you if you had one. You felt his tears fall onto the base of your neck. He was mumbling i love yous and i'm sorrys like prayers. You just said the three words back, telling him it was okay because you knew it would be. As long as you had him.

and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves. you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same. cursing my name, wishing i stayed.

You pulled away from him, just a little, his tight hold on you barely let up, he couldn't let you go. You cupped his cheeks with your hands, looking into his now bloodshot, but otherwise beautiful blue eyes. You giggled, this was so crazy, you couldn't even believe it. Your amusement at the situation must've made Rutger feel embarrassed because he shook his head from your hold and buried his head into your neck. You could see his rose tinted ears. You ran your hands through his hair.

You had not the slightest idea what this meant for you two, but it definitely felt right, like you were whole again. You knew that he would come back to your life, you always felt it. And you knew you guys were gonna have to have a serious long talk about everything, but right now it just felt so good to take solace in him, acting like you were never broken up.

you turned into your worst fears. and you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain. crossing out the good years.

If you knew one thing, it was that Rutger McGroaty was your boy, and you were his girl. No matter how much time kept you apart you'd always find each other again. You loved him, too much to lose him. Especially now that you were both given another chance.

"Rut?"

He moved his head a little, adjusting his arms around your hips, grumbling out an 'mhm?'

"I'm really happy you're here."

He came out of hiding at that, smiling at you, you smiled back, partially because of how cute he looked with slightly puffy eyes and rosy cheeks.

"For real?"

You gave him a pointed look, 'duh', written all over your features. He smiled brighter, his perfect teeth on display, oh you so hoped he would never experience any teeth loss during his hockey career, even though he'd probably look fucking adorable.

"I love you. I'm not letting you down ever again, I promise. I'm gonna be perfect, okay?"

You looked at him like he had just hung the stars one by one. You shook your head mumbling something about how you loved him so much and he'd never let you down and he was already perfect in your book before pulling him into a kiss. He smiled so hard into the kiss, and so did you.

Even though you'd just lost one of the most important soccer games in your life, you'd just won someone that was more important than any soccer trophy you could ever receive.

and you're cursing my name, wishing i stayed. look at how my tears ricochet.

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Stargirl | matildas x original character fic [part three]

Words; 2.1k

Pairings; matildas team x astrid taylor (OC)

Warnings; none (i don't think)

A/N; part three everyone. longest one so far, if they're too long please lmk and i can make them shorter if needed. hope you enjoy this one, favourite part so far.

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The day had finally arrived and Astrid didn’t even know that today could be the day she was waiting for. It was game day, 8th of April 2022, a friendly between Australia and New Zealand at the Queensland Country Bank Stadium in Townsville.

The starting 11 walked out onto that pitch and the rest took their seats on the bench, anxious to see how the game would pan out today. It was in the 32nd minute that New Zealand scored their goal, officially taking the lead. After the halftime break and some substitutions the game began again, the Matildas managing to keep strong possession on the ball down their side.

It was nearing the end of full time and New Zealand were still in the lead 1-0 and the girls were struggling to just get that ball in the net, the opposing defence strong as ever. Astrid was sitting on the bench, nervously watching the game ahead of her when Tony approached her.

“Taylor.” Tony called out to her, Astrid instantly looking up at her coach. “Start warming up again, you’re subbing for Fowler.” Tony smiled watching the young player’s face light up and give him a firm nod. Charli gave her a shoulder shake and let out a small squeal as Astrid got up, moving over to the sidelines to warm up again. It was finally happening, she was finally making her debut for Australia.

“Ready kid?” Tony caught Astrid’s attention as she ran back over to where the assistant ref was signalling for a substitution. And before she knew it, Mary was running over, engaging Astrid in a small hug before she ran on the pitch. The crowd cheered as the youngster came on with 13 minutes till full time, taking her position on the right side of the field.

Only 3 minutes later Steph Catley is set to take a free kick. The players are all lined up, ready for the ball to fly towards them. Steph nods to the ref and uses her trusty left foot to shoot it towards the wall of players, angles the ball slightly further from Astrid who’s already running, Kerr goes for a header goal but it falls short.

Astrid feels as if she's suddenly going in slow motion. She sees the ball leave Sam's head and she runs faster, lifting up her right leg to catch it and knock it towards the goal. And as if the universe was on her side, the goalie had run slightly away from Astrid's position of the goal, giving her the perfect opportunity to sink it into the top left corner of the net.

As they see it ripple the crowd roars with cheers, every player on the bench rising to their feet in celebration, Tony making a run for the edge of the technical area in celebration. Astrid stood still with her mouth agape, shocked as to what had just happened. It wasn’t till Foord came running to her, gripping her body in celebration that she could breathe again, turning to face Caitlin as a wide smile grew on both of their faces. The rest of the team on the field came charging down on the pitch to jump all over the young player, screaming and yelling their excitement.

GOOOAAALLL! And it’s a magnificent one to equalise the Matildas with New Zealand by none other than number 3, Astrid Taylor in the 80th minute! This is her first ever Matilda's goal and what a shot it was by the 17 year old, with only being on the pitch for less than 5 minutes AND in her international debut! It’s unbelievable.

At that moment Astrid almost started crying. 17 years old, finally playing her first game for her country and a game changing goal 10 minutes from full time in front of a massive crowd. Her teammates were beyond proud of her, not only for her first goal but for bringing them to an equaliser after a long and tough game.

Full time ended and still at a tie, the team patiently waited to see how many extra minutes were given to hopefully score once more and take the win. An additional 5 minutes is shown after Cortnee subs Hayley, Astrid giving her a high five and focus is pulled back to the game. Astrid bounces on her feet, body now pumping with adrenaline to take this home.

And with the magic right boot of Emily Van Egmond the Matildas gained a goal in the 93rd minute, bringing them in front of New Zealand. The stadium erupts once more after the ball ripples the net, Emily running straight for Polkinghorne as the rest of the team follows suit, celebrating with her before returning to their places, focusing on the last 30 seconds of time.

Australia wins a corner and Steph runs to take it, officially over stoppage time when she shoots it over to the goal, it bounces backwards off Alanna’s head and by miracle Sam Kerr knocks it over the players and past the white line.

Sam runs straight to Steph with her arms outstretched, catching her up high as they meet, everyone else following behind with outcries of excitement, jumping on top of each other in celebration. The time is still running and the players are instructed to return to their positions. The ball is played and all though it gets shot down to Lydia in the Aus goal, no one runs to defend, the final whistle blowing before there's even a chance it could go in.

They’ve done it, they've won. 3-1 over New Zealand and Astrid could not be more ecstatic to have been a help in that. The Townsville crowd erupt in cheers in favour of the Matildas and they all release massive smiles before they go off and shake hands with their own players and those on the New Zealand team. The players on the sideline slowly make their way onto the field, Charli running directly to Astrid, engulfing her close friend in a tight embrace, spinning her around on the field.

“YOUR DEBUT AND A GOAL?! I’M SO PROUD.” Charli yelled over the loud stadium music. Giving a final squeeze they let go and Charli rests an arm over Astrid's shoulder, pulling her into her side, incredibly proud of her friend as they walk the pitch to meet their teammates. So far this was the best day of Astrid’s life and one she would remember for the rest of her life. Tony reached the pair on the pitch and held Astrid’s hands.

“Congratulations, I’m very proud, Astrid.” Tony nodded his head at the young player as she looked at him.

“Thank you Tony.” Was all Astrid could get out without her voice cracking, trying to not cry tears of happiness. Kyra and Cortnee ran to hug her first, squeezing her tight with pride. As they began to do their lap of the pitch, the rest of the team embraced Astrid, congratulating her, saying how proud they were, and grateful she brought them to that equaliser.

Eventually a presenter called out to Astrid and she ran over to them, fixing her hair as best as she could and removing some sweat from her face.

“Astrid, do you mind doing a small post-match interview?” The lady from Channel 10 asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Astrid nodded and straightened out her shirt.

“Great.” The presenter waited for the go ahead before talking again. “We’ve got Astrid Taylor here, only 17 years old and scoring her first Matildas goal in her first appearance, and an impressive one at that. Astrid, congratulations and how do you feel?” She pointed the mic to Astrid.

“Oh thank you. Ah yeah. I don’t even really believe it myself. I mean I wasn’t really expecting to be going on at any stage and making my debut tonight, but Tony told me to get ready and then it happened.” Astrid laughed as she talked.

“I mean it was quite impressive. Only being on for 3 minutes before you were able to sneak it in. What was happening in that moment for you?” The reporter asked and Astrid swallowed.

“Yeah it was crazy. It was Steph’s kick and I saw it go to Sam and I just began running in that direction, and as it bounced off her head, I caught it and just shot it in the direction of the goal and hoped for the best. I guess it was my luck that Esson was more focused on Sam than me!” Astrid made everyone around her laugh, heart still beating fast with adrenaline and nerves from being on camera. “I’m also just really happy we got the win, Emily and Sam helping us turn the game around so late.”

“Absolutely incredible. And so is your score sheet with your club Sydney FC. I mean you only joined back in November and you have scored at least 16 goals with them.”

“Oh thank you. Yeah that club is incredible and I’m so glad I’ve got Viney there with me to get those with.” Astrid smiled brightly.

“Well again congratulations and thank you. Enjoy the celebrations!” She reached out to shake Astrids hand as she muttered a small ‘thank you’ before walking back to the last lingering teammates that gathered near the tunnel, watching her proudly.

The bus ride back to the hotel was as expected, loud and full of excitement, obviously preparing to scream their winning chant.

“BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE. WOOOOOOO.” The team began to chat, banging on seats and windows as Lydia stood up to lead them.

“IT’S A GRAND OLD TEAM TO PLAY FOR, AND IT’S A GRAND OLD TEAM TO SEE, AND IF YOU KNOW THE HISTORY, IT’S GONNA MAKE YOUR HEART GO WOAH. WE DON’T CARE WHAT THE OTHER TEAMS SAY, WHAT THE HELL DO WE CARE.” The noise from the bus was getting louder and louder as all players and staff members joined in. “FOR WE ONLY KNOW THERE’S GOING TO BE A SHOW AND THE AUSSIES WILL BE THERE.”

“WAS IT ONE?” Lydia yelled, awaiting the response.

“NO.”

WAS IT TWO?”

“NO”

“WAS IT THREE?”

“YES.” Claps and cheers ran through the bus.

“HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, WOOOOOO.” Everyone cheered in celebration, clapping loudly, Kyra rubbing Astrid’s hair from her seat next to the other girl. A large smile erupted on the young girls’ face, still in disbelief of what just happened.

After dinner the room quieted down, everyone paying attention to their captain at the front of the room.

“Um, obviously a very special game today, glad we got the win today and an incredible performance. Astrid,” Sam directed her eyes to the young girl sat next to Charli and Kyra. “You have worked so hard these past few months and I think I speak on the behalf of all of us when I say we’re so proud. You’ve really proven yourself and today a miracle really happened. Not only your first cap but your first goal in 3 minutes of being on the pitch! I mean I think that might be the most impressive debut in Matildas history.” The room erupted in cheers and claps, Astrid shook her head and covered her face with her hands.

“Yeah Stargirl!” A shout comes loudly from Charli and the room falls to laughter.

“So congrats and we’re so happy to have you as part of this team and family.” Sam finished, Charli and Kyra pushing Astrid to get up and walk to the front of the dining room. The girls clapped and cheered for her, a smile on her face as she approached Sam.

“Thank you.” Astrid mumbled as they hugged, Sam patting her back with a final squeeze, letting go to hand her the official Matildas cap. Astrid looked at it for a second before turning around to face the team, her team. “Um, thank you everyone for making this day so special. A little bit lost for words right now,” She let out a small laugh. “Obviously I can’t take all the credit for the goal, Steph and Sam were the ones who even made it possible, I was just there to help you out. Getting to make my debut today with this group of girls just makes it so special and I wouldn’t have been able to do it without the inspiration of every one of you. Thank you for all the support and I love you all. Thanks.” The room clapped again, Astrid moving over to the side for a photo with her cap.

Sam then made her speech for Caitlin who played her 100th cap, reminiscing on their journey together before presenting her with her shirt, while also giving a cheer to Katrina who had returned to her first game tonight after having Harper. The night ended with team celebrations before heading to bed to recover from a big game.

to be continued...

A/N; also i know this may seem a bit unrealistic but we're in a fake world with a fake character who's just really good at football so idc. xx

#auswnt #kyra cooney cross #matildas #matildas x reader #auswnt x reader #australia #charli grant #steph catley #caitlin foord #mackenzie arnold #sam kerr #alanna kennedy #cortnee vine

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helllooo dear,hope you're faring well,if not,i wish your days to become brighter as soon as possible!

I have come with a special request after witnessing your skill in writing, you're good at this!

It will include some mental stuff,not so heavy and dark though,fret not!

It's not so clear in my head either but,rather the reading being a friend of Lyney and Lynette,having have known them for a decent while.And on this fateful day,our reader who is already not so stable mentally, suffers from a panic attack in the corner of a gap between the buildings in the city of Fontaine.And as Lyney was passing by, noticing this,he of course,lends a hand because the reader seems to be in a very bad state.I will leave the rest to your imagination and powerful hands!

Take great care dear,and hopefully you'll be amused with this request<3

🎭 MASQUERADE OF MASKED VICES... lyney

—gn! reader; blood and slight gore, very slight. angst with no comfort. reader-centric.

—summary; lyney is the one person you never thought would snatch your sister away.. but when he does, can you come to forgive him?

You staggered in your steps—head spinning as you sauntered alone.

Fontaine was always the land of mysteries much beloved, and you had always been used to the world's truest shades having grown up as the child of a spy. A few summers of sword dance and mastery over secrecy you joined the Fortress of Meropide yourself, and had seen numerous mysteries confusing and gruesome alike—but none could shock you any more than this one did.

The pictures were as clear as could be, Charlotte would never lie, nor would she insist so much for your attention should it be inauthentic—then why did you find it so hard to believe your eyes? Even Clorinde stepped back at your outburst then, more confused than scared.

'Is he still your family?', she asked, but no love, he was so much more.

It was clear as glass, it was him. Lyney the great magician had finally fallen and shown his colours, but when you never doubted him for even a second, how could you come to suddenly accept this?

He was a child of the House of the Hearth, this much you knew. You had watched Arrlechino from shadows and sidelines through rains and summers, and almost always knew their next five steps—always staying in the lead. You knew to keep a beloved one out of trouble but to think Lyney would go so far almost threatened to make you throw up.

The report and dead body flashed in your mind.

Wriothesley's frown deepened until it could no more. Clorinde's shouting came to you on the loud wind as she pushed back reporters and citizens who dared to breach the limits of the crime scene—but regardless of how many sensations you were feeling in the moment, none could hope to tether you back into your body. It was helpless moments like these when you felt like a puppet watching from behind mechanical eyes, dancing endlessly in life's petty show. Blood pooled beneath you, flowing endlessly with the endless rain. And she rested there, the young girl who you promised to protect with your own life. Her eyes weren't closed, you had to gently pull the shutters down for her, for pale red eyes to find eternal peace. But then a sigh prised her mouth open, and strangely enough, she seemed more like your own corpse than anything, and you felt like bringing your own gun to your head and to end this show— But Clorinde refused, and the masquerade continued.

'It's clear whose hand was behind it.' Clorinde said, gently placing her gloved hand on your shoulder and you retracted further, crying and shaking. 'I can't bear it,' you said, violently shaking your head as though suddenly the truth would change. 'The boy I looked after for six years...' you choked out, your hand instinctively coming up the rest against the table and you leaned in further, unable to stand on your own feet. Clorinde remained silent, though the upset look in her eyes was evidence enough of her own intention. Her baritone voice reached out to sever your sobs, 'Yes. He has killed your sister. And now you must— 'No, he has not!' you shouted, yanking her hand off and slamming the door shut in her face. No he hadn't because I wouldn't believe it. I could not believe that I had been so stupid to believe that just because I spared Lynette's life once, he would spare my sister too. You thought, but merely rushed out until you reached somewhere no one would ever reach, where no one would find you crying.

These quiet alleyways were always the most dangerous, you knew, but who did you have to fear when the biggest killer you knew was your once brother?

Unable to walk further due to the unbearable pain in your chest, you sucked in a deep breath and staggered inside the alleyway, stopping to lean against the walls through closed eyes.

Suddenly, pale red eyes flashed into your memory.

'Promise, you'll always protect me?' the young girl asked, innocently extending her pinky. You stared slightly confusedly. It was a funny sight—the girl was seven, you were eleven. Both dirty and barely on the edge with breads in your hands; but even then you nodded quietly, extending your own pinky which she linked with her excitedly, her soft laughter ringing in the quiet night. You blushed then, slightly and unnoticeably, moved by the fact that you made someone happy.

You sobbed loudly, unable to stop the onslaught of tears as you sunk further into the ground. Your shoulders shook with the motion, but you found yourself choking back a cry when a shadow loomed over you.

'I'm sorry,'

He was sorry.

You laughed, 'You're sorry?'

Lyney's gaze shifted from your tear-stained cheeks to meet your eyes.

'A killer is never sorry. Bet you loved sucking the life out of her, didn't you?'

Lyney frowned, 'She was like my sister too, I really loved Cher—

Your gun against his head, hands circling his throat, body pinning down his own—he suddenly understood all the boundaries that weren't present. 'Do not take her name with your filthy mouth.' You seethe, voice cracking and shaking with anger.

'And what do you suppose I should have done when she came between a crossfire of the Fatui and the guards?'

Anger danced in your eyes, 'What would you have done if it were Lynette, you asshole? Stabbed her to death?'

Lyney flinched at your tone, 'She was already shot thrice when I found her. I wanted to save her but—', he stopped abruptly, hesitating to get the words out.

'But your sister was at priority.' You finished for him, nodding. If you could cry tears of blood you would, but sad and hurting you could only clutch his neck tighter, just enough to make him splutter slightly.

'Answer me, coward.' your voice reduced to a deadly whisper.

He frowned slightly. 'She wouldn't have lived, y/n.' he answered, voice soft until it could lower in pitch no more. 'I could bring her to you, but she handed me the blade. Asked me to end it.'

Tears fell on his cheeks from your eyelashes as you tried not to break in front of him. 'And you ended it? Because her life was only her own? Because I wouldn't have mattered, right?'

'And would it have been better if she died in your arms? Would you have rather watched the life drain out of her?' he asked right back, voice as frail as your own was.

'I wanted to wish her goodbye, you moron,' you said, harshly shaking his collar as the gun fell out of your hand and you fell against his chest, crying uncontrollably. 'I wanted her to know I was sorry. That I remembered her,'

A tear slipped through his own eyes but he found it difficult to speak any words of consolation when the blood was on his hands. A killer was a killer, whether or not he meant it.

You rose again, gaze red with anger. 'Why don't you fight back?'

'I have guilt in me, regardless of what transpired y/n.'

His gaze almost seemed apologetic from your position above him, but you did not have much time to dwell on it when blood again flashed into your vision and your breathing suddenly seemed constricted as you fell at his side, clutching your chest in extreme pain.

His eyes widened, 'Are you, wait is it a— shit, here,' he said, stumbling on his words as he sat up next to you and pat your back, rubbing it. You coughed out, trying to take deep breaths but the blood pooling underneath you wouldn't leave your vision. Your tears increased as you tried to calm down but to no avail.

'Y/n? Can you hear me? Hey?' his voice seemed more and more distant as time passed. Holding your head in your hands you tried to rise but fell right back with a stagger, a loud clink of metal falling resounding in the alley.

And Lyney did not have much of a choice when you suddenly fainted, nothing he could have done other than taking your body into his arms and rushing to the one place you had once regarded as home.

'Is she alright?'

'She is much better, yes.'

Sigewienne's soft voice greets you to consciousness, Clorinde's familiar lavender purple coming into vision. The pale blue walls were familiar and you quickly recognized Neuvillette when he came into view.

'I hope you're much better now, y/n.'

You nodded, trying to sit up but Sigewienne eased you back into the bed. 'Don't rise,' she warned softly.

Neuvillette nodded back at the affirmation before sighing. 'Madame Clorinde certainly seemed quite upset about finding you in the cold of the Fortress. Defenseless and unconscious at that. I do hope on her behalf you would be more careful about your duties from now on.'

Careful about my duties? You thought but answered in the affirmative regardless and the Iudex left and then followed Sigewienne at Clorinde's request.

She then placed your gun next to you, gold lined and marked with an eagle shape—your division's symbol. You cautiously looked up to find her staring at you with a sharp gaze. Sighing then, she tiredly looked down. She shuffled closer to you. 'Will you now tell me what actually happened?'

Your gaze refused to turn towards her even though you weren't angry. Upset and disappointed, never angry. Struggling against whatever would've been right, you sat up on the bed as Clorinde put pillows behind you to ease you into the position.

'Nothing, I just fainted.'

She seemed unamused. 'I saw that. I also saw that you weren't already in the Fortress. And I also saw Lyney leaving.'

You eyed her from the corner of your vision. 'Why are you asking if you know already?'

She sighed, for once showing any true emotion with her wilted posture and upset eyes. 'I just hoped you'd stopped holding on to that boy and his sister. They'll never be your family.'

Never be my family. Hating how true it was you wished to disregard her words, but knowing how true it was you could only lower your gaze.

You turned and stood, with a protest from Clorinde who pushed you back on bed only for you to rise again. 'I'm fine,' you told her, slowly walking over to the balcony that provided a pristine clear view of the city. Even from this height, you could spot a small board in the distance, its charm inescapable—Lyney and Lynette's magic show—but cruelly deceptive in nature nonetheless.

It was where you met these orphans first, and they had since become the source of your tears. You had forever regarded Lyney as the source of your security, the only one to whom you could entrust your sister's safety. You always saw him as your trusted friend, a close person whom you would always share your thoughts and opinions with. But now that the faith had been breached, you no longer had any reason to stand with him and let his crimes be lost to the wind.

Lyney had been trusted for far too long by far too many—every sinner must know that his curtain call shall come.

A small colourful explosion caught your eye, and if you were any more delusional you would've almost thought that the magician clad in red responsible for the nuisance had turned to stare at you. Your gaze hardened.

You turn to Clorinde.

'I know where the House of the Hearth keeps its smuggled drugs.'

And you knew there was no turning back when she smiled.

hmmmm... i think the anon wanted a more fluffy approach but i felt like sending lyney to jail lmao

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #anon <3 #genshin impact lyney #lyney #lyney and lynette #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney genshin

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tsuteychubbyhumanmate · 1 year

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Their concubine 3

Pairing: Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x reader x Shuri, Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x Shuri ft M'baku x reader

Warnings: Heartbreak, Augst, Harsh arguments, Hurt comfort, M'baku is the dude, Loneliness, Name-calling, Pregnancies, M'baku has feelings for MC, Fighting, Makeup sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Praising kink, Passionate sex.

Summary: the enjoined kingdoms celebrated as their king and queen were expecting an heir to the throne. As the months go on, you became more and more invisible to everyone, even to the two people you thought loved you the most, after an argument with Namur and Shuri, You went to the only person by who you felt heard and seen; M'baku.

A/n: Finally done!!

You smiled as the two kingdoms celebrated with music, and dancing. Drinks, and foods of all kinds sat on a long table, and joyful faces filled the massive open room, congratulating the queen and king, it was this morning that you three found out that Shuri' was pregnant. You and she cried, you were gonna be mothers! Although you weren't carrying the little bean you already felt like it was yours as well. Namor didn't cry of course but you both could tell it meant everything to him, that's why he threw this celebration.

You took a sip of your choice of drink as you watched as Attima slapped Namor on the back, his shoulders moved up and down with laughter, Namor just shook his head at his General with a grin as Shuri talked to Riri with a bashful look, you can't tell what your cousin had said but hanging out with her when you had time, you knew she can say some pretty creative things.

You tried to make it over there but people seem to always push you back so you decided to watch on the sidelines, you're sure you can spend with them tonight since you kinda lived in Wakanda now and sleep in the same bed as your lovers, you, of course still have your house which you owned so you didn't have to pay rent "Y/n right?" You turned to M'baku "You know me already, M." you rolled your eyes playfully as he busted out laughing "Yes, yes loosen up Impungutye encinci (little foxy)" he pats your back with a smile "You look beautiful this afternoon." he complimented, you looked down at your Peacock-themed gown with a happy smile it was a gift that Namor had made for you, when it was just you two, with a note saying:

'Not even a Peacock's beauty can compare to yours, it can only enhance that beautifulness, I wish to see you in this someday.

Love A ajawo' '

"Thank you." you finished your drink and sat it on a nearby server's platter "Can I have a dance? We can't let that dress get dusty now, can we?" M'baku offers and you took it with a soft giggle, he walked you to the dance floor by Shuri and Namor as a slow song played for couples or in your situation friends, you both swayed to the rhythm with a peaceful atmosphere "May I cut in?" Shuri asked after tapping M'baku's shoulder "Of course. My queen." he bowed to her teasingly before stalking past Shuri and into the crowd. Shuri's hands meet your waist and hand as your other one rested on her shoulder "I'm so happy, I'm gonna be a mother (N/N)." She said in slight disbelief "I know so I am, we're in this together." you said, she smiles swaying you and looking into your eyes like it was just you guys in the room, in the world suddenly she looks behind you and a mischievous twinkle filed her dark brown eyes "Shuri?" you questioned nervously, that was never a good sign, she, of course, didn't answer but instead spurned you around and let you go mild-spun someone's arms, you could already tell who it was by the smell of saltwater, Namor "I was right, Peacocks can only make you even more gorgeous" he smirked, proud of himself as he danced with you, Shuri watching from the sidelines with her smile.

That night you celebrated with a night full of passion. Some nights you chuckled bitterly at the irony of your current situation when you think of that day 'We're in this together...what a joke.' you thought as you lay in a once again empty cold bed, it's been like that for a while, you turned around and looked at their side of the bed, you can still remember the last time that they bothered to pay attention to you, to touch you. It was 3 months ago and a week when Shuri was 5 months pregnant, you couldn't forget because well how does a woman forget the time she got pregnant? That's right you were 3 months pregnant with Namor's second child, and you finally fulfilled His wish of giving him a child that was born from you and sired by him but that seemed to be all just a pretty lie now. They barely give you the time of day anymore, even at night, Namor's arms wrapped around Shuri, his back facing you and inches away from you and all you could do was to turn around to lessen the pain.

You got up and out of your nightgown, put on a baggy shirt, did your morning ritual including morning sickness, and walked to the royal kitchen to have something that doesn't make you throw up before going on the search for Namor and Shuri. You asked around the palace, and most wouldn't say but one person pitied you and said last time they checked they were in the throne room "Thank you" you smiled politely and waved at them, and went just there. "Little fox!" M'baku greeted you on your way to said room "M'baku," you greeted "Have you seen Shuri and K’ul’ku’kan?" you asked looking at him hopefully "I just finished a meeting with the queen and king." "Really?! where did they go?" you might catch up with them this time! "I don't know little fox, they called off their royal duties," he informed you "Oh," you looked to the floor "Oh..." you spoke again with such disappointment that M'baku frowned, his heart aching, you were so beautiful and good of a person to be this sad "Let's go for a swim little fox." He blurted out without thinking, you look up at him surprised and confused "In one of my mountains, there's a beautiful waterfall. Why don't we get you out of the stuffy Palace?" he continued before you could speak up, you stay quiet, and thought about, you would be in the comfort of a friend and someone who wanted you around "Why not." you smiled at him "let's go," M'baku grab your hand and you both sneaked out of the castle and into his aircraft. The ride to the waterfall wasn't long so you made it there in no time, the sight was beautiful, the snow from the snowing Mountain, covered the rocks and the grass the water look hot if the steam coming up from it was anything go by, it was a like hot springs, excitedly you took off your baggy clothes, not caring you were just in your underwear it was more comfort than sexy so you felt okay around M'baku, you walked towards the falling water and got it, all feelings of tension tumble off your shoulders like waves as you sat down, the water reaches your chin.

"Better?" M'baku asked his usual armor and furs gone, he walked towards you in the water with only his underwear and sat down comfortably a distance from you. "lots." you giggled "Thank you." you smiled "It's nothing." he said and a comfortable silence befalls you before M'baku spoke "Do they know?" he asked looking at the running water "W-What?" you stuttered "Do they know that your 3 months pregnant?" he asked again looking to you this time "No.." you admitted finding the forest more interesting than this conversation "They're too busy to pay attention to me.." tears filed your eyes and the want to cry was overwhelmed just as a tear falls a large splash of water hits your face and laugher enters your ears "Hey!" you gasped and he laughed harder. "Why you!" you used all that you could in yourself and Splash him, M'baku laughing came to a short as part of the water forced itself down his throat proceeding to make him choke, and the face he made, the chest slapping him bending over, completely and absolutely made you lose your mind, laughter once again still to the forest and M'baku, despite his soul close to leaving the earth, a smile stretched onto his face at your beautiful laugh, he splashing you again, starting a water fight.

You smiled slightly at yourself as you dried your hair and body from getting out of the shower of your lonely but shared room, it was nice to have finally what felt like ever fun, someone who wanted you around, most people would've have told you to leave but the truth is that you're hopelessly devoted to Shuri and Namor, you didn't want to leave ever, but 'but no.' you thought brushing your hair and finished your daily night, you took on last glance at your covered belly and walked out the bathroom. you had been with M'Baku most of the day, he showed you around his tribe, and the mountains were more beautiful than you thought, you paused at seeing the empty bed usually, Namor and Shuri would be in bed, it was nightfall, and your brows frowned, you knew they could take care of themselves but still you worried so you quickly got dressed and search castle for your missing lovers, you chose to look in the lab first, then the throne room and the pool, you stopped at the library, the last place, you slowly open the door and peaked inside, tears came to your eyes as Namor's backside as he thrusted into Shuri, her desperate moans and his dirty talking enter your ears "Joder, uk'ik in polla bey in puta reina, le mía, le mía. Mix máak u yaantal teech bey Teene'! Mix máak je'el u páajtal u yaantal in yaakunaj sino teech! Joder, in yaakunech Shuri! (Fuck, taking my cock like my slutty queen, mine, mine. Nobody can have you like me! Nobody can have my love but you! Fuck I love you Shuri!)" Namor grunted before kissing his wife.

No, no he had to be just saying that, spur of the moment, or was it true? He didn't love you anymore, he wouldn't love the small bean, at this thought your hand move to rest against your stomach. No, no you had to talk to him, and Shuri no more ring around the rosie, silently you close the door and went to bed with a newfound determination.

When you woke up, they were gone but this time you knew where they are, the throne room.

You got changed into a baggy striped white and back shirt, a black flowy skirt with a blue jean jacket, and walked to the throne with your head high, there were guards in front of the door, but you moved past them busting into the room as they tried to stop you, the room was filled with each tribes leader and Namor and Shuri "I need to talk to you." you stared at Namor with determination and strength as the elders begin to complain "What is this child doing!" "This is a private meeting little girl." "You don't belong here!" "Guards get her!" they all stop as Namor raised his hand, looking to their king for his say in the matter "Leave us," he commanded not taking his eyes off of you, the elders and M'baku left reluctantly "You too In Reina." his harden eyes soften at heavily pregnant Shuri, you could see she wanted to protest but decided to just go, and she walked pasted you without a glance to you. Leaving an aching and stinging feeling in your chest.

"What do you want?" he asked coldly, getting up from his throne, his eyes hardening again"Why are you guys avoiding me?" you asked walking up to him "Do you still even love me anymore? Or is Shuri more worthy of your love?" you questioned again standing in front of him "She is my queen, my wife." He looked at you, and you could feel like everything was going down the drain "You didn't even answer the other question! Well?" you yelled "You're a nuisance." he spat, but his voice held no fire, it was like you could hear your heart break part as tears gloss over your eyes but, you refuse to cry in front of this man, you just stormed out of the room, down the hallway to a corner and let out a heart clenching sobs, hands hugging yourself as you slide down the wall, sobbing harder as a pair of strong arms surround you in their embrace "it will be okay little fox." M'baku whispered as you wailed in his arms "Come I'll take you to my home and you will heal there." he gently pulled you to stand and walk you to his aircraft, you were too weak, too tired of not being wanted so you let him take you away from what used to be your second home.

Living with M'baku was so fun, each day was a new adventure, and even though his tribe was vegetarian, he had his chefs cook you some meat dishes if you wanted some. It had to be half a week since you had left your lover and started to live with M'baku, it also had its ups and downs, nights where you couldn't sleep, and would cry into his arms, and ups, where you spent an afternoon teaching Baku how to cook, it ended up with flour all over the floor and you both. Today M'baku was gonna take you to a 'surprised' you couldn't wait!

Namor rolled his shoulders as he sat back against his office chair after finishing some documents, "Attuma." he called to his general "Je'el K’ul’ku’kan?" Attama raised to attention "How are Shuri and (Y/n)?" Namor asked standing up to visit his lovers "Le reina ma'alob, Namora le táan u kanantik yéetel le ko'olelo' (S leti' N) ku ts'o'ok u biin ichil chúumuk k'iino'ob in ajawo' (The queen is well, Namora is watching over her and lady (Y/N) has been gone for half a week my king)." If Attama was nervous for his ruler's reaction he hide it well "Wáaj ba'ax?(What?)" Namor spat "Le amante bin vista tumen ts'ook jóok'ol ti' brazos u líder le tribu M. baku, in Ajaw. Jach creer u leti' táan u p'áatal yéetel leti'. (The mistress was last seen leaving in tribe leader M'baku's arms, my king. It is to believe she's staying with him.)" Namor silently took in the information before storming out of his study and to the Jabari tribe, he had something to discuss with their leader.

M'baku saw the last person out of the throne, letting out a sigh of relief from such a boring meeting, to be finally taking you to the special diner he had planned, but his relaxation didn't last long as his body tensed, hearing commotion outside the room, the door slammed open as Namor walked in. "Where is she?" he asked glaring at M'baku "Why do you care now?" M'baku glared right back "She's my lover, mine so where she is." Namor asked again already losing his patience, his fists clenched and ready to swing "You don't deserve her fish man, I should be the one to shower love and affection especially if you can't even do that 'feathered serpent God'" M'baku's bitter laugh was cut short by a punch by his new king to the jaw, sending him to the stone floor a gasp caught Namor and M'baku's attention. Standing in the open door was the woman of the affection, a hand over her gaping mouth "(Y/N)..." Namor spoke softly as his eyes soften, a small smile on his lips and he completely turned around to you, "Jach ki'ichpam yéetel cautivadora bey Mantats', in ch'ujuk reina. (As gorgeous and captivating as always, my sweet queen.)" his smile turned to a frown as he noticed you weren't looking at him but at the man on the ground "M'baku! Oh my god, are you okay?" you ran to him, helping him up "I'm fine, little fox." M'baku wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand as he circle his arm around your waist "Get your hands off her." Namor growled stepping tenaciously toward you both, you pulled yourself away from M'baku's arm and rushed to Namor, laying your hands on his naked chest "K’ul’ku’kan, baby, please stop!" you begged, you tried to make eye contact with him but his gaze rested upon your best friend "if I ever see you touch her again, I'll kill you." he spat, taking a step closer, only stopping as you held his face in your hands, making him look at you "don't worry about him, please take me home my king." you cooed, trying to keep Namor's attention on you. He lifted you up bridal style and left M'baku there, to watch as you sadly wave goodbye to him.

Neither of you said anything to the other until you walked into your shared bedroom "(Y/N)..." Namor began, pausing but you knew, you knew he wanted to apologize but he was never used to saying sorry to anybody, not even to you. "Your eyes were so cold..like you didn't love me. Am I just a wet hole to stick yourself in?" you refused to look at him, you couldn't or you'd break, tears blurring your vision "Wáaj ba'ax? (what?)" he asked in pure disbelief, you spin around tears openly falling like rushing rivers "I am I just a toy to you?! Just a stupid moral woman that you could toy with and fuck while your goddess of a wife is busy ruling by your side." you sobbed, body trembling from the overwhelming sadness, Namor rushed to you, his large hands holding your cheeks, and his forehead on yours, breathing heavily like what you said knocked all the air from his body "Ma', ma', in yaakunech (No, no, I love you). I'll spend the rest of your life showing you that I do, let me prove it now, Cha' in meentik teech le yaakunaj in reina. (Let me make love to you my queen)." he looked into your eyes as he wipe away your tears, his pleading, so afraid to lose you "Ma'alob...(okay)" you replied in his mother tongue, wrapping your hands around his wrist, pulling them away from your face. His kisses were burning hot yet slow, gentle at the same time, his hands thrusting your body onto him, if he felt the baby bump he said nothing as his tongue wraps itself around yours, walking you onto the massive bed, the comfort of the memory foam caressed your back, clothes were quickly left on the floor and even being hurt by this fine, gorgeous old man, he could still get you wetter then any man. He ran his cockhead up and down your slit before slowly breaching your pussy, with a hard thrust his whole length takes it's place within you, his hands locked with yours "My queen, one of the most beautiful queens." he grunted, biting the lobe of your ear.

"Perdona ti' le ajawo' num, in yaakunech, haría Je'el ba'alake' ta wo'olal, jach perfecto, meentik in poolech ta wo'olal. (Forgive this foolish king, I love you, I'd do anything for you, So perfect, make me crazy for you.)" he praised, hammering and grinding into your pussy at a slow but bruising pace, his intense chocolate eyes gaze into your orbs, baited breaths entangled, and his pubic bone rubbed against the sensitive bud of nerves, ths light from the window shined on his brown skin "Harder, please." you begged bucking your hips, "as you wish my queen." he pecked your lips, that was the last gently thing he did, his held up your thighs as he fucked into you, mewls and cries were all you could let out as your king, hammered and pounding away from your poor body. You let out a gasp as he lifted your hips, gaining a new angle to hit that sport that made stars appear, faster and faster, harder and harder, orgasm after orgasm, so much you passed out what felt like a second, to be woken by Namor's pounding and groans, you came one last time with a cried as you felt your lover's hot, thick cum heat your sore pussy. You just laid in bed as Namor got up and got you clean"Are... Are you pregnant In yakunaj?" Namor asked, masking the pain he felt, he knew, he lived for five hundred years, and he could tell when a woman was pregnant, You nodded confirming his knowledge, two of his beloved queens are with children, and he made one feel unseen, unheard and unloved. He had failed as a lover and father to (y/n).

He promised he would make it up and he will.

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crying-fantasies · 8 months

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Rodimus wasn't ready to be a creator P9

Masterlist

Recharge cycles are important to every living being without a matter as how they refer to it as far as Rodimus is concerned, he knows that some bots try to prove that wrong and go many cycles without even having a rest, like Prowl, there is even a myth going around of how that mech doesn't even recharge.

But now, he really wants to know how he does it when the cries of a wailing creature interrupted his recharge for the sixth time.

"What is it now?" He feels so tired while trying to not even move an inch while you walk around, exhausted, pacing while rocking the little sparkling in your arms that is literally splitting open his little intake to make such sounds.

It doesn't sound human, not exactly cybertronian.

"I don't know, I don't know what else to do" having tried everything that you ever heard from people in your family is showing with the exasperation and the desire to have someone more experienced to help you, ideas just go flying around as fast as they come, especially the ones that doesn't even make sense, Rodimus still doesn't know how putting your soft chassis in the sparkling's intake would help, even the kid doesn't know because it does little to help the constant crying that continues when the infant can finally push you away, quite different from the other humans in the ship that have babies, but those sleep almost right away when they do this mammal thing!

Every single failed success added a volume degree, it's a miracle that every hab suit is soundproof to the others or no one would be able to recharge.

"Give me" the little fuzzy bundle of joy is placed on his servo before he puts him high enough to have optic contact, his so tired optics and his exasperated expression make the sparkling open a little more those shiny optics, "Hey there buddy, can you please give us a bit of peace, just for a moment?"

"You have a scary face now"

"I don't-" Sunset was bawling again, so maybe you're right about it, Rodimus ex-vents hard before finally sitting on the berth, "What are we going to do with you? You only have a few cycles of existence and I'm more than sure that you look like a speedster, how come that you're so loud?"

"I think that may be from me" pulling your body over his leg is hard and Rodimus uses his free servo to help you, having you near and seated over him brings a wave of relaxation over the scandalous disaster, "human babies cry a lot, but it's because they are hungry or cold, or hot or... really everything can make them cry"

"Sounds awful" his natural concern over it is showed in his expression, not believing that such cute and little things like the ones he saw in the humans' hab suit units could get as loud as this one, yet again, he only saw the little babies from time to time, Rodimus will do something, he still isn't sure what but he can't even think of the poor humans dealing with this without any help.

"Yes, it is" your voice is muffled by the hard crying, now that Rodimus is the one holding the baby your body finally does what it's been craving to do since the very beginning.

Cry, and cry hard.

His first reaction is to reach for you with his free servo, your silent crying as unnerving as the baby's but yours come from something that feels almost terrific.

You are having enough of this, the constant crying because Sunset isn't a human baby and can't be calmed down as one, the constant exhausted sigh leaving your mouth everytime that you asking about sparklings to have pathetic, incongruent answers from him because he doesn't know slag about it and just a pair of cycles ago he finally had the will to touch Sunset, the very few cycles that he practically couldn't help you by his stupid fear while seeing from the sidelines how other mechs and humans had to assist in order to give you a moment of sleep out of this madness.

He didn't know this would happen and neither did you, but you have this huge responsibility now while he isn't of any real help.

Rodimus wouldn't really be surprised if you wanted that thing humans did, a 'divorce' if he remembers correctly how your people address the act of breaking the married bound, an unthinkable thing for cybertronians, because he has shown you time and time again how unprepared he is for this, even to the point he doesn't know what to do now that you have reached this limit, so he only does what he can with the little energy he has left.

He wants to bawl his optics out with tears too, but, for once, he needs to calm down this situation, with no fragging idea how, but he is going to do it for you, for Sunset and for himself because this can't go on like this.

"Rodimus, what-?"

"It's okay, babe, everything it's going to be alright"

One thing is to be pressed to Rodimus' neck cables where you can feel the constant energy flow coming from his spark in waves, here, pressed right above his badge, feeling the discharge of energy that his spark gives every few seconds, just like your own heartbeat, it's warm but not as much like his neck, his frame is hard so you have your face pressed against it like Sunset that looks just as lost as you, but hey, at least his crying has stopped.

Then his words register on your tired brain.

"Did you just said a part of the Marley's song?"

"Maybe?" Oh well, he got your attention in another direction, good, your eyes were swollen but that little detail helped to ease your crying, "Okay, maybe a lot, you say it almost everytime" you make a little sound, reaching for your baby's little face but he just snuggles more into his father's frame in search of warmth.

"let's not get started in that topic" finally having the facility to breath you give a few taps on his digit and he puts you closer to his face, it's been a while, Rodimus feels like it since your lips feel better now after not getting that sensation from long time ago (as in a few days), you would call him a liar because you kissed him after Sunset was finally given back to you, but is Rodimus of who you are referring to, the very same bot that didn't give a crap to kiss you even when you both were in public and tapped his lips with a sly smile, it was delightful but also so embarrassing more times than not.

He is also the kind of bot to appreciate affection and physical touch, optics almost blurry and loving when you get distanced from his face plate, lips still reaching to you in an almost comic way that has you returning for more, only stopping when Sunset starts to pat as hard as he can with his little servos to get attention again, feeling an ex-vent at the same time Rodimus puts you back next to Sunset, now the sparkling does grabbing hands, as you call the action, to be picked-up by you, finally feeling sleepy and searching rest in you, there is silence, finally sweet, sweet silence, you both share a look, when he looks at you like this it often leads to 'sexy times', his words not yours, or 'inter species cultural exchange' back in the days you two just started dating, but since Sunset has arrived all those moments have been put to rest for a while.

Rodimus still wonders how long is a "while" for you when he has you just in his servo and starts to feel even more fire inside.

"Peace at least" Sunset is finally sleeping, he lets you put him in what you call a crib and then return to him, looking almost as expectant as him, with that redness in your face.

"Yeah, peace" he replied back, leaning backwards in an open in invitation for you to climb on him, feeling your hand grab his digits almost with need, getting you near his lips again, kissing slowly, closing eyes and optics, the two feeling the darkness that comes and the relief when sleep just wins the battle.

In the early meeting no one complaints when Rodimus doesn't show up, given that when they go to see why, they only found him and his conjunx knocked out by the lack of rest in uncomfortable positions with a chirping sparkling in between.

#reader insert #x reader #tf rodimus #tf mtmte #mtmte #transformers mtmte #transformers idw #idw mtmte #rodimus x human reader #rodimus x reader #rodimus prime #rodimus #sparkling #tf sparkling

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tatorthots · 2 years

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Im sad so I take it out on all of you<3

So, I was thinking the pillars (preferably giyu, obanai or Sanemi) discover their S/O is cheating on them, they admit it then break up. Then we basically get to know what they do/feel after said break up. Like, would they deem it harder to kill demons with their mind preoccupied or?-

— to the one who…

Pairings: Giyuu Tomioka, Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Tengen Uzui + wives x afab!reader

=͟͟͞͞♡ Warnings: ANGST/no comfort, cheating, suggestive content, dark content, slightly violent underlines (Sanemi), unhealthy behavior, toxic behavior, toxic relationship, unhealthy coping mechanisms, cursing, polygamous relationship (Tengen)

=͟͟͞͞♡ Synopsis: how they handle you cheating on them

=͟͟͞͞♡ a/n: how dare you make me a victim in my own inbox 🤺 literally crying, throwing up and sliding down the wall as I wrote this . btw I tried making each story unique so thoughts anyone?

- ps sorry if Tengens is longer than the rest!! his is basically a 4 in 1! I swear I love them all the same xx

Love is beautiful, isn’t it? How it slowly develops. The way it’s seeds find homes under your skin and bloom into something beautiful. It’s funny, really, how a feeling can so closely resemble a taste. He’d describe it as the taste of fine black tea gently brewed in warm milk and honey. Oh, how his pretty eyes now soften when he hears of love. A feeling he never quite noticed. That was until he met you, and it was then, and only then, that he felt like the balances of his world gained its symmetry, for the world he lived in was now lively and full.

Giyuu

to the one who stayed

Giyuu spent his life observing as the world shifted around him. Idly standing by in the sidelines as the world moved around him. Yet most of all, he spent a lot of time observing you — his most beloved.

So it didn’t take him long to connect the dots. The lingering stares, the way you’d pull away from his touch, the time you exchanged for the company of another, and the sudden to drastic change of detached behavior. It was all silently noted in Giyuu's mind the second he noticed something off. The Water Pillar considers himself a man of logic, he’s not really the type to get caught up in emotion or allow it to cloud his judgment, but god did he try to live in ignorance. Maybe it wasn’t the best or healthiest thing to do but he figured he’d rather live hurt by you than be abandoned. So he made up excuses for you when you’d show up late at night with disheveled clothes and hidden ‘bruises’ on your neck. He’d rationalize when you’d leave him, muttering some quick lie to hurriedly rush into the embrace of another and away from his; even on your anniversary. He’d desperately reason you still loved him— even if you gave him every reason to know you didn’t. For a while, the Pillar started to believe his own lies until he caught glimpse of the way your eyes lit up when he came into range. The same way they used to look at him. No matter what way he’d try to look at it or how he tried to spin it he couldn’t come up with an excuse; deep down in his soul he knew you weren’t his anymore. And deep down in yours, you knew he knew you did too.

But his devotion to you remained stubbornly resilient. So when you’d be off and away from him, he’d spend his time under the Wisteria tree where he first promised himself to you. Reminiscing that day while he twirls a dainty flower between his fingers he glanced down at the empty spot beside him. You used to love visiting the Wisteria tree, smiling and giggling as you rest your back against Giyuus's chest while he held you securely in his arms. Sometimes you spent the time chatting and talking about your goals and ambitions, and others you spent silently listening to the sound of croaking frogs and chirping birds as you gazed up at the petals of the tree dancing in the wind. His heart squeezed in pain at the memory. ‘When was it, y/n?’ Leaning his head back on the tree he shakily sighed, ‘When did you stop loving me?’ Blinking back the tears collecting in the corner of his eyes, he could only stare blankly as the petals swayed in the breeze.

‘Is this what love is? Am I doing this right?’

Some might question or criticize Giyuu for his decision to stay within a relationship that was so obviously toxic. But those people didn’t understand how much kindness and patience you showed the Pillar when you first met. You were sincerely interested in getting to know him and never dismissed or demeaned him when others forgot him on the sidelines all too easily. They weren’t there to see how gently you handled him as you taught him what it was like to love and be loved. And most of all, Giyuu had already surrendered himself to you during a summer festival as the fireworks reached their peak performance. “My life and heart are yours to do what you see fit with.” he’d whispered against your ear before brushing your hair back and meeting your lips with his. He made this promise long before any of this happened, and there was no going back now. The way he sees it, if you trusted someone enough to submit your life to them then it doesn’t matter if one day they burn those bridges with you still on them. It’s easy to see a situation from the outside and direct it from afar but the love you two shared had so much more depth than that. In short, the man adored you, and he genuinely saw the best in you. Until the day you discard him he will continue to love you — devotedly.

It wasn’t until a few days later when you and Giyuu stopped to rest on a bridge in the countryside that he had broken his silence. “Why are you cheating on me?” his tone was flat but held an unfamiliar waver in it. Startled and caught off guard you snapped your eyes from the streaming river underneath to Giyuus's burning gaze beside you. Immediately your face twisted to one of mortification at the realization that you’d finally been caught in your web of lies. “I-I don’t… Tomioka what are you saying?” He winced, hurt by your response, “I know you’ve been having an affair. Y/n please.. be honest with me. Why?” Panic set in as your mind scrambled to come up with an answer but upon peering into your lovers tired eyes clouding with sorrow you eventually sighed in defeat. “I’m sorry.” Looking down in shame you bit your lip to hold back the tremble in your voice. Now wasn’t the time to be the victim. It’s not like your conscious hadn’t been eating you alive each time you’d lay next to your sleeping boyfriend after coming back late from another man’s bed. Or how you’d stare at yourself in the mirror with disgust when your fingertips would trace the hickies and marks left on your skin, you hated how they tauntingly glared at you. But most of all you hated yourself for the way you mistreated Giyuu because of it — projecting your anger onto him and treating him as the traitor.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt cold fingertips caress your cheek and gently move to lift your chin up. Widening your eyes in surprise you felt like absolute shit when you locked eyes with Giyuus sapphire irises peering down at you so lovingly, all the while tears threatened to cascade down his perfect skin. But what he said made you wish the earth could just swallow you whole. “Please don’t be upset, my love.” his voice cooed gently. Moving his right hand he gingerly tucked loose strands of hair back in place while his left delicately held onto the small of your waist to pull you closer to him. Resting his chin on the crown of your head he exhaled quietly in satisfaction. It’d been so long since he last held you like this, he missed it so much. You heard him shift slightly before feeling him place a lingering kiss on the top of your head, “it’s okay. I’d never leave you…” the pain in his voice made your skin burn and your eyes sting as you clutched onto his chest and wailed in frustration; feeling both relieved and furious at how easily he’d forgiven you. The pure love this man held for you was unparalleled to any you’d ever or could ever experience and you simply abused it — you abused him.

Despite ending your affair and spending your time attentively trying to fix the pieces that had been broken, your relationship was never the same. After all, love after betrayal doesn’t necessarily mean the person betrayed remains unchanged.

Giyuu used to be distant from others but now he was almost completely secluded. His rigid attitude turned into one void and emotionless, almost as if he was completely hallowed from within. His work hardly seemed to be affected by this incident, but other Hashiras had commented that even the demons he kills show more emotion than he does. You desperately tried to reassure him of your love for him and whisper tender affirmations each night as you held him in your arms, but it never seemed to help. His touches were cold. They no longer radiated the same warmth they used to when he grazed your skin. He’d still smile at you but they always seemed a little sad. The man who once loved you was now a mere shadow of his former self and it made your stomach twist in regret. Though despite his distant love he’s become clingier than before. Clearly much more insecure than he used to be. When he wasn’t out on a mission he’d often find himself wrapped around your embrace whenever he got the chance, and on other occasions, you’d find him sitting under the Wisteria tree.

The Water Pillar was a broken man before you met him but now his pieces weren’t just broken, they were missing.

Obanai

to the one who blamed himself

You’ve been gone more often than usual — it’s not out of the ordinary to leave home for week long expeditions but you were always fairly quick and efficient with them. Meaning coming home early or on time was pretty normal for you. One might assume that being partnered for a mission might even cut that time in half, but it seemed it only extended it.

He found it rather coincidental that you just so happen to be assigned a partner for this specific mission. The partner in question being a relatively new recruit into the Demon Slayer Corps, not to mention one who caught the attention of one of the other Hashiras. Apparently the Slayer was quick witted and talented which is why he was paired with you — another fellow Hashira. Initially the mission was said to be pretty straight forward: find the demon causing panic and kill it. It wasn’t even ranked as any formidable demon. The mission was set to be a sort of trial run for the new recruit to demonstrate his skills as well as display his adaptability to working with teammates. You were there to analyze his performance and give a verdict to hq on whether or not the recruit was fit to train under the Hashiras. The assignment was pretty simple. So then why were you still gone?

Obanai could be defined as a jealous man at times, he’ll admit that, but after the both of you took your time to slowly build a concrete foundation and form a strong bond his insecurities, inferiority, and feelings of being undeserving all eased in intensity when he finally allowed himself to feel safe in your love. And yes, after hearing you’d be going on an expedition with some stupid prodigy all the other brainless Hashiras were raving about he felt a little uncomfortable but when he saw how giddy and excited you were to be somebody’s first mentor — especially since it was Master Kagaya who assigned you the position himself — he couldn’t find it in himself to voice his concern over some petty feelings of a hurt ego. Which by the way, was really hard to suppress when he caught sight of the guy. He hated to admit but the man had a build similar to Rengoku with a face as ‘traditionally’ handsome as Tengen. It irked him to no end but Obanai trusted you.

Though his trust soon turned into anxiety and then doubt.

Not once did he imagine he’d be suspicious of his lover, or doubt your loyalty, but the unsettling feeling in his gut only got worse by the day and by the following week it felt like his instincts were practically setting off alarm bells that something was wrong. He tried his damndest to rationalize with himself. Maybe he was just overreacting? You’ve never given him reason to question you. Even when Kaburamaru hissed at your touch before departing, he decided to look past it — I mean, you’ve been together for so long, what could change now? So instead he clicked his tongue and busied himself with killing any filthy demons infecting the nearby villages. Maybe your trail had gone cold, or maybe there was another demon unexpectedly lurking in the shadows? You would always tell him everything that crossed your mind no matter how stupid or ridiculous it was, and you’d still diligently reassure him you loved him when you’d catch him staring at his reflection too long. You would never hurt him like that. You were just caught up, that’s all.

But your arrival only made him wish you never came back at all.

Since returning you seemed more fidgety than usual, rigid even. When he asked you how your mission went you laughed nervously, and the moment you went on an apprehensive ramble about the mission, his mind had finally come to confirm what his heart already knew to be true.

“What about h/n.” His eyes narrowed sharply on yours, “You went on a three week long expedition with him yet you haven’t mentioned him once.” His voice trembled at the end, and he felt disgusted by his vulnerability.

“We didn’t talk much.” Your gaze glued to the ground. Obanai studied your shifty form before suddenly turning on his heels and ending the conversation short. He didn’t bother to utter a single word or even glance back at you as you called out to him. Instead his fists clenched and his focus remained straight ahead. He’d like to say it was due to his dignity that he didn’t dare turn back at the sound of your voice calling his name, but in truth it was in fear that you’d hear his voice shake when he tried to speak or catch glimpse of the way his watery eyes betrayed his enraged look.

Upon returning home later that night he immediately sought refuge in the safety of his bedroom. Self deprecating thoughts had been fervently enveloping his mind since he left. Memories of long ago whispering poison in his ears until he picked up the faint scent of your perfume lingering in the air, dispelling the intrusion. From the corner of his bloodshot eyes he caught sight of the promise ring he gifted you — the one he’d kiss on your finger each time he’d hold your hand. Now it sat returned and desolate on the bed. That jade ring used to be a promise of a love that was meant to be forever eternal, but now symbolizes another promise. A final goodbye. With a sharp inhale he stalked over to the bed, wide mismatched eyes glaring down at the thin green band. Snatching it from the bed he crushed it in his palm until it was nothing but dust and grains. “If I am bound for hell then let it be hell. No more false heavens.”

Weeks have passed by since then, but Obanai hasn’t moved on. He decided to leave your life quietly and sever every last thread connecting you to him. When the other Hashiras asked him about what happened he’d immediately lose his temper. His tongue far more venomous than any serpent slithering in this realm of reality. In turn this made being around him all the more difficult. Obanai already held a reputation of being demeaning and demanding, he was cold to anyone who interacted with him but now all those traits just seem to be amplified.

But most notable of all was the image he now held of himself.

Deeply rooted in his soul, the Serpent Pillar never believed he was truly worth loving. He wasn’t born with that right. As much as he hated his family for what they said to him, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t agree. He was doomed to living a life of suffrage and because he allowed himself to feed into the pathetic idea of being loved, he was now facing the consequences of forgetting his place.

So he simply lost himself in going off on mission after mission, not necessarily to take his anger and hurt out on the demons, but to get as far away from you and the corpses of memories haunting the halls back home.

Sanemi

to the one who broke

Sanemi caught you red-handed cheating on him.

Huge mistake for you, fatal mistake for the poor trash currently groping your half-naked body in a secluded area of the woods in broad fucking daylight. Of course upon seeing this, Sanemi’s vision turned red. It was almost instinctual how his body reacted. His mind was blank, he didn’t think of the consequences or the fact he was a Hashira with an image to represent for the Corps., he just… well, reacted. It took no time at all for Sanemi to beat that slimy bastard one punch shy from death. Your cries begging him to stop might as well have fallen on deaf ears because his movements wouldn’t cease until the guys face was bloody and his fists ached from the brute force of him pounding whoever the fuck side piece he found you with. Slowly blinking as he hovered above the guys body he eventually came to his senses. The sound of your voice increasingly grounding him back to the situation he had just caught you in, and that’s when his lilac stare snapped up to lock with yours. Picking himself up he slowly strided towards you — anger and confusion clearly evident on his pretty features until he finally reached you. Extending a freshly bruised hand he roughly cupped your jaw.

“Did ya like it?” He seethed through gritted teeth. His predatory irises narrowed on your puffy eyes as they wet your cheeks with tears. “Was it worth it?”

If you focused closely you’d probably be able to notice the small crystal droplets collecting in the corner of his eyes and the uneven pattern of his breathing. In fact, if you pay attention you might be able to note the underlying hint of pain hidden in his voice. But you didn’t have time to register his demeanor before he pushed you up against a tree with his hand still firmly grasping your jaw and his face inches from yours.

“Fucking answer me.” He growled, almost too pathetically close to pleading, but you simply squeezed your eyes shut while tears continued to stream down.

Your mind ran fervently with embarrassment as you tried desperately to cover your exposed skin — humiliated and ashamed at the compromised position you’d put yourself in. Before this Sanemi had never once laid a hand on you like this, in fact, despite his aloof and aggressive nature, he’s never done anything to purposefully hurt you. The Wind Pillars love has always been loud in its silence — domineering, possessive and rough around the edges sure — but never one someone could question. Many of the other Hashiras even joked about the way Sanemi treated you compared to the way he interacts with other people, how love can truly make the heart grow fonder no matter how stubborn and hot-blooded it’s owner is. It was clear he didn’t simply view you as his but rather viewed himself as yours. Which is why he couldn’t bear to remain in your godforsaken presence any longer. Because that’s all it was, wasn’t it? You were never actually his.

So he released his hold on you and furiously turned to disappear into the creeping veil of sunset.

To say that Sanemi allowed his rage and raw emotions to consume him is an understatement. He went on a complete rampage challenging any demon misfortunate enough to cross his path. He slaughtered and ripped demons apart the same way you did his heart — no, no Sanemi wasn’t cruel enough to match you. For the rest of the night up until dawn, Sanemi remained located in the deepest and darkest parts of the forest until sunlight finally caressed his skin and illuminated the litter of wounds and injuries now decorating his body. That’s when he finally snapped out of his violent dissociation. But he didn’t bother covering his wounds or stopping the bleeding, instead he just picked up his sword from the ground where it laid surrounded by fallen branches and the crimson color wetting it’s blade.

“Shit.” Coughing out a bit of blood he tiredly limped his way back home. Completely void of any emotion at all.

For a moment since the incident, Sanemi felt tranquility, too tired and mentally drained from the night of nonstop fighting but upon reaching his bedroom door it felt as if every raw emotion slumbering under his skin had violently awoken to fuel his veins. But instead of anger he felt despair. Falling to his knees he grit his teeth to keep himself from crying out loud and instead threw his sword to the side only to be startled by the sound of glass shattering. Glaring up in the direction of the noise he scoffed to see he had shattered the mirror you’d placed across the room, now parallel from him. His lips turned into a sneer until he caught glimpse of himself between the cracks of the glass. His whole demeanor seemed primitive and dirty, some of his scars reopened along to what he imagined to be a few new ones and his eyes seemed to stare back but they seemed unfamiliar. Though the most noticeable difference hid within. The numbness of his body reverberated into his heart and the blood of his emotions stained onto his soul, mockingly covering the bit of purity he had left. With nothing left, Sanemi curled into himself with his calloused digits intertwining and harshly gripping his hair. Tears streamed down his dirty face as he felt the last of his compassion slip away from his fingers. The life he felt undeserving of having was so close in reach, he could swear his fingertips felt the radiating warmth of it, but it’s like once his fingertip grazed it, it sealed away further from him than before — forever remaining out of reach.

All he wanted was you.

Sanemi’s prowess in battle is genuinely something predatory — especially given that he has quite the blood-lust for killing demons — but now it seems like a new motive has been added to the mix. His fighting style has always been brutish but never reckless, though now it just seemed like he’d linger a little too long on deaths door before completing his missions. It was a subtle but distinct difference Shinobu had noted since she started to see him frequenting the Butterfly Estate more often.

The Wind Pillars hatred really manifested after your betrayal. He trusted you with his pain and you only hurt him even more. You knew why he was the way he was, you knew why he was so abrasive, violent and dismissive, you knew how he was only terrified of losing any more of the people he loved — yet you still dragged him in the mud and mocked the vulnerability he so fully entrusted to you. You knew. But I guess this should serve as a lesson to the Pillar. Demons and humans cannot coexist, but what then are demons if not former people? How much malice is already burrowed under the surface before turning into the wretched creatures he kills every night? You were a lesson.

The wolf in sheeps clothing.

Tengen

to the ones who reminisce

It’s such a sad misconception to believe infidelity doesn’t exist within polygamous relationships. Though it’s not like you weren’t aware of it. So then what prompts somebody to cheat? Dissatisfaction, neglect, jealousy, lack of intimacy or connection, lack of flair? What was it, what was it that prompted you to cheat on them? What went soo horribly wrong you had to go and do something so selfish.

But it’s also not like the signs weren’t already there in all their deceitful might. They all just couldn’t — or wouldn’t — believe it. You had a happy, loving home with four people who’d give up the world for you. There wasn’t some weird hierarchy in the relationship, everyone was loved entirely and equally. The wives were so kind and welcoming when Uzui first introduced you and it was them who begged their husband to propose to you. Sure the dynamic was a bit strange for you given that polygamy wasn’t something you’ve ever experienced but they all did their best to be as gentle and understanding as possible. Meaning jealousy or miscommunication couldn’t have been the reason for your betrayal. Not to mention that you were also happy — or at least were at some point. You loved Uzui with such a burning passion! Loud and flamboyant, as if the man himself hung the stars in the sky. You loved Hina the way flowers loved the beams of the sun, and just like a tiger lily, you’d always gravitate towards her warmth. You loved Makio as fiercely as a warrior in battle, relentlessly and earnestly — someone worth fighting for. And Suma? The bond you had with her was innocent and childlike, you handled her with care and never once scolded her for her emotions, instead comforting her with open arms.

That’s what made it hurt so much. When did you lose your love for your family? What changed?

It was Suma who first noticed something off about you. It was another day of Makio and Suma arguing over something petty, and as per usual Suma ended up running off to find you. When she found you tending to the garden she immediately tackled you from behind crying about how Makio had been bullying her all morning just because she accidentally dropped the egg basket on the way back from the chicken coop. Her tears and snot was already covering the entirety of your back but instead of cooing words of comfort she heard a small sigh leave your lips. Turning, you held her as she cried on your shoulder but she didn’t feel the same radiating warmth coming from you. In fact, you were hardly listening as she hiccuped through her whines — you were completely zoned out! Lifting her head up to peak at you she caught glimpse of the irritated glint in your eye. A look she’d never seen directed at her before.

Then Makio started to raise some questions. Everyone in the household had a job to do to keep the house running, her and yours was picking up medical supplies from the Butterfly Estate. The errand run was biweekly. You’d go, gather the supplies — maybe chat a bit with the girls while you wait — and then go home. Simple. But lately you’ve been going a little more often than usual. It started when you began making weird excuses, from ‘Oh they forgot to add bandages’ to ‘Uzui went on a mission this week so I’m just going back in case we need more supplies!’. At first she shrugged off the situation, thinking maybe you’ve been more on edge since rumors began circulating about a Upper Moon lurking in the Red Light District, but then she noticed that sometimes you’d come back empty handed, muttering a quick ‘They didn’t have anything…’ before shuffling back inside. Curiously she visited the Butterfly Estate to ask about it and when they said you hadn’t come to pick up any supplies recently it was like an alarm had just been set off.

Next was Hina who noticed something was wrong. It started with nervous chuckles and forced smiles here and there when you’d all be enjoying time together. She caught on at the retracted touches and shifty behaviors — and for some reason you were always tugging and fixing your clothes. She tried asking if something was wrong or if something had been bothering you but you’d always quickly dismiss her questions or get upset with her for ‘always assuming the worst’ and snapping at her for pestering you with ‘stupid questions’. Hurt and confused she’d let the topic go but your reaction just prompted more questions. Her final straw though was when an argument occurred within the group involving Makio and Uzui, and a messy Suma sobbing as she begged them to stop fighting. Moments like these would usually be times when you and Hina would work together as the voice of reason. It was such a relief for her to have someone she can rely on at times like these, especially because you were always so present and patient in the relationship, but this time instead of trying to settle everyone down and find a solution you burst in anger. Callling them childish for their stupid fights and storming off and out of their sight — leaving your husband and wives staring wide eyed as the sliding door slammed shut.

Now Uzui has had his eyes set on you since your behavior shifted. You were smart, cunning, and surprisingly conniving — he’ll give you that. It took him a while to see through your deceit. I mean you were going up against the Sound Hashira himself, despite what he says, he got his position as a Hashira for a reason; you kept your cards close to your chest with him which made this reality all the more heartbreaking because you did it with intent. Uzui loved you so much and when thoughts of infidelity began plaguing his mind he couldn’t help but blame himself a little. Had he not been paying enough attention to you? Were you unsatisfied with his flamboyant boasts of love? Did you realize polygamy wasn’t for you? Were you looking for something more? Something entirely to call your own? But if you were why couldn’t you talk to him about it, why did you have to go and rip apart the home you built with him? After surmising what the truth might be, he took a few days to process the pain and heartache that came at the probability, and as much as he hated it, he indulged his need for you as much as he could until it became unbearable. It's not that he lived in denial, he just truly couldn't wrap his head around his sweet wife doing something so wicked. Even the idea alone sounded so wildly ridiculous to him, that under different circumstances, he would throw his head back and laugh. That was until the cold caress of your touch stung his skin and the absent look in your eyes broke his heart.

Uzui knew then that he had a choice to make.

Tengen isn’t someone who beats around the bush or tip toes over issues. No matter how hard the confrontation is, he’s never backed down from getting answers. It’s just such a shame that he had to take such drastic measures with you. Not only did he need to settle what exactly was going on between the two of you but he needed to answer to his wives. After all, he wasn’t the only one reeling back from this, his wives — your wives — were too. So he waited outside the entrance of the estate for your return and hurriedly ushered you to the seclusion of the garden where he figured his wives wouldn’t be able to hear. You stood nervously in front of him as his eyes narrowed on you and his usual flair of showmanship completely 180’d. Clicking his tongue he tilted his head, “Got something on your mind?” his voice was low. “N-no… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice wavered at the end, he noticed. “I’m talking about your cheating, what else?” Immediately your eyes widened at his bluntness; your voice stuttered as you tried to speak but no words came out. You were completely caught off guard and unprepared. Silence filled the room for a minute before he spoke, a dry chuckle croaking out of his chest. “So it’s true, huh?” He bit the inside of his cheek in a desperate attempt to keep his composure but the feelings he’s been trying to keep at bay began bubbling up to the surface. Anger, sorrow, and confusion jabbed at his heart and he couldn’t find it in himself to keep his act. Hearing him take a shaky inhale you hesitantly turned your gaze to him, chest clenching when you caught glimpse of the single tear running down his cheek as he struggled to hold himself together. The sight alone made your own eyes water and your skin burn with shame. ‘What was I thinking?’ blubbering out apologies, your walls began crumbling as hot tears poured down your eyes. Upon hearing your wails and Uzuis voice raising in volume, the three wives came rushing to the source to see what was going on; when they arrived they all paused in their tracks at the scene in front of them. Collectively they understood the situation.

Suma was the first to speak. Her wide blue eyes turned to look at you as her voice barely spoke above a whisper, “Is it… true?” unconsciously her body had began moving towards you, her heart automatically gravitating to comfort her crying wife but as her arm reached out to touch you Makio quickly swatted it away. Looking to her left Suma saw Makio angrily wiping her tears away as she stepped in front of her and furiously glared at you, “Answer her, y/n!!” she roared. Solemnly you looked up at your three wives with puffy eyes pooling in regret, and instantly it felt like their world had stopped. Buckling to her knees, Suma began wailing. Her mind ran in a frenzy, hiccuping cries asking if it was her fault, if she had been too clingy. She caved into herself as she hugged her stomach to calm the nauseating feeling accumulating in her system and in her heart. Makio erupted into a blind rage, enveloping her in an armor of fury to keep herself from breaking. She screamed and yelled at you, calling you ‘heartless’ and ‘a traitor’ in her wake of emotions, even if her voice cracked in between. Hina wept silently in the sidelines, averting her gaze from you and squeezing her eyes shut to try and pretend none of this was happening; desperately she tried blocking out the commotion of raw emotions ringing in her ears. And in the midst of all the chaos it was Uzui who gave the final verdict. Coldly and detached, his maroon irises deadpanned on you before snarling out a single word. A single word that would cut the thread of fate connecting the five of you.

“Leave.”

Seasons have passed since that day and the four have finally returned to their normal routines. Ironically enough, the trauma had brought them all closer together, comforting and checking in on each other attentively as they all tried their hardest to move on. For a while Tengens flamboyance and charisma dimmed. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe it was because he began struggling with his appetite, or maybe it was because nothing was appealing to him anymore. Hina thinks maybe it’s all three. The Sound Hashira tried to keep his mourning as lowkey as possible, he didn’t want to weigh his wives down or make them worry more than they already do, he knows how hard this is for everyone and he’d rather they focus on their own healing than fret over his. But not everything can be bottled up before it spills and that leak spread all over his work. During his time of grieving, Uzui found it harder to go on missions, he didn’t have the same motivation or flair and he quickly found himself feeling irritated each time he’d take off on another assignment. He hated coming back home after missions most of all, mostly because his thoughts were so consumed by grief that his efficiency in killing demons took a hit and he’d come back home littered in wounds, only prompting his wives to worry about him instead of taking care of themselves.

Over time the group had started to heal little by little and their usual spark had returned. Smiles and laughter echoed through their home and regular arguments between Makio and Suma returned back to schedule. Their little family survived thanks to their endless love and support for one another, but sometimes… sometimes things were still hard. It happens when Hina would be busy in the kitchen, stressed and overwhelmed with balancing both her cooking and Suma making a mess with the flour, she’d instinctively call out your name — pausing before realizing you weren’t.. here anymore. It’d occur when Makio would be out running errands. She’d stop by a snack booth to buy something to eat only to find that instead of buying one steak skewer she accidentally bought two. Staring at the second skewer she’d grit her teeth before angrily throwing it in the woods, muttering it’s only use was for the wildlife to eat. It’d happen for Suma when she’d find herself overwhelmed with emotion. She’d run off from whatever situation she found herself in, sobbing and hiccuping to go find you, running through the halls only to slowly come to an abrupt stop when she’d remember what happened. At times like that she’d hide herself in a closet and silently weep into her hands. Then there was Uzui, the one who seemed most pieced together. It wasn’t really situations or events that still kept him visiting your memories. It was a small picture he kept hidden under the floorboards of his bedroom. A single picture of you smiling on your wedding day, god how you looked so gorgeous, so…. happy.

A sad smile sat on his lips at the memory of the one who wasn’t meant to be.

———

Love is cruel, isn’t it? How quickly it could deteriorate. The way it’s roots latch themselves onto your nerves and bleed when weeds begin to fester like a plague. It’s funny, really, how a taste can so closely resemble a feeling. He’d describe it as the bitter taste of burnt kuding tea carelessly brewed in loss and betrayal. Oh, how his pretty eyes now void themselves when he hears of love. A feeling he’ll never quite forget. That is because he met you, and it was after your betrayal, and only after your betrayal, that he felt the balances of his world no longer held any symmetry, for the world he lived in was now desolate and barren.

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Knee Injury? (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

This is pure tooth rotting fluff. I hope the anon who put the prompt in is okay with the direction I took it :) Bonus points for anyone who understands the title lol

Walking back into the training grounds after being out for the last few months felt amazing, the feelings that you always got when you were back at your home grounds came back in full force. You had missed the end of the last season, including the Champions League final loss, it sucked to miss but you couldn’t help it, sometimes life worked that way.

Its been a long road to come back, you have worked your ass off to get back into tip top shape after missing so much soccer. There has been many tears, many sleepless nights and many days of doubting yourself. You know you wouldn’t have gotten through it if it wasn’t for Alexia, she has been your rock through the whole journey.

Alexia was you rock throughout everything. You know you would never be able to be back playing with the squad if it wasn’t for her. She has been your rock since you met her 6 years ago. You were playing for Athletico at the time, you had been invited out with some of the Spain girls for a night out, when you met her for the first time. The rest was history.

Although you had never married, she was your partner, you had a house and life together in Barcelona and when the opportunity came 3 years ago for you to join the squad you jumped at the chance to play with your love.

You have been through the ultimate highs and lows with these Barca girls, you have won and lost the the champions league, and have been through countless life events with them. Now that it is you coming back after being off you know that they all have your back as well.

Walking into the dressing room, you are met with a cheer from the squad welcoming you back. They were all goons though because you had seen them all the day before for an afternoon BBQ at your house. You settle in and get ready to start the training session when Jenni approaches you and asks “Hola Y/N, Where’s Ale?”

You smile and respond “We were running a little late this morning, so she sent me ahead because she didn’t want me to be late on the first day back”

“Or she just didn’t want to have to practice in this heat!” You hear Patri yell out.

Mapi chimes in “Yeah, right Ale would run sprints in this heat for fun”

You all laugh and you say “I’ve missed you guys”

Jenni claps you on the back and says “Welcome back Y/N”

The rest of the team chimes in and you feel like you are back, and you are excited to get back on the pitch.

It's about half hour into practice when you can feel your lovers eyes on you, you look over to the sidelines and see her sitting on the bench in her warm ups, not dressed for practice. You wander over with a furrowed brow and see she has your 8 week old son Sebastian strapped to her chest.

“Babe, what happened you were supposed to drop him with your mom?” you ask as you get close enough to see your son sleeping.

She has her hands on his back with one hand rubbing it in soothing motions as she says “Hermosa, we wanted to be here to support you on your first session back, Sebastian wanted to see his mom be awesome.”

You smile at her and respond “Babe, what really happened?” you place your hand on your hip and give her your best intimidating face.

She blushes at you as she says “He wouldn’t stop crying when I tried to hand him off to mom”

Jenni has walked up behind you at this point and laughs as she says “Who knew all it took for La Reina to miss practice was a baby crying”

You laugh at the incredulous look on your lovers face, she defends her self by adding “He’s too cute to let cry though”

At this point most of the team has wondered over to see the baby, you stand there and can feel your heart swell even more watching your family interact.

On your first home game back you are in the change room just before the game, and you can feel the excitement of the team and the crowd. You are so pumped to be back with this squad and back playing the game you love. Sitting at your locker you have your head hanging while you take moment to settle yourself, when you feel someone sit beside you.

She places a hand on the back of your neck and starts to massage it and you immediately know its Alexia, you place your hand on her thigh beside you and you squeeze your thanks to her. She knows that you are nervous about being back, but doesn’t need to say anything, her presence settles you enough. You use the moment you have with your love to ground yourself and focus.

When everyone around you starts to stand you follow her lead and let her pull you up, before you can head out though she pulls you back and places a hand on your hip, and one on your cheek. She says “I’m so proud of you hermosa”

“I love you Ale, thanks for believing in me” you add on and press your lips to hers briefly, she tries to pull you back in but you laugh and dance away toward the door. You turn to her and say “are you ready La reina?”

She laughs and walks towards you as she says “I love you too.” When she walks by you, you cannot help but to smack her ass she goes by, causing her to jump up and yelp.

Joining the line for the walk out is an amazing feeling that you had missed, after being off. Walking out to the stadium full of fans brings joy to your heart. You easily find Alba in the stands who has Sebastian strapped to her chest and your heart swells with even more love for your son.

After the game, where the team had won 4-0 you are shaking hands with the other team when you hear your name being called to come to the bench. You head over and see Alexia standing there with Sebastian, and the rest of the team gathered behind her.

She steps up to you and says “Hermosa, I am so proud of you. First you take time off your career to bring me the greatest gift in this little boy. Now watching you play again after giving birth has made me in awe of you. I love you babe, and I was hoping you would say yes to officially making us a family, by becoming my wife” at this point she has held up a ring that she has in her hand, and Sebastian tucked int he other.

You can feel the tears running down your cheeks as you say “Yes, babe, I cant wait to become your wife.” you step up to her and press your lips to hers, then bend over your son and press them to his head.

Alexia has tears on her cheeks as she says “You’ll have to help me put the ring on, I have someone important using my other arm” you laugh and help her put it on your finger.

You can hear the cheers of the team behind you as you look into the eyes of your lover, you place one hand on her hip and the other on Sebastian’s head as you say “I love you so much Alexia”

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kelpan · 5 months

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So…. did I vastly underestimate how hard the holiday season as a whole would weigh on my mental health? Hoo boy yes I did. Did I also bite off more than I could chew in a single chapter, and end up splitting it into two so I didn't go mad? Also yes. Did I take into consideration any of my personal health issues throughout all this, and prioritize them amidst an uptick of work in order to avoid crashing and burning? No, no I did not.

Needless to say, sorry for the bit of a delay in an update, but please enjoy what I have so far for you all! Hopefully I'll be able to get the next one edited and posted soon.

And as a personal note, please don't be like me. The holidays can be unduly hard sometimes. Please don't forget to eat, drink water, and get some rest. There is no shame in taking care of yourself. I hope for anyone else struggling right now, you find some tiny moments of joy to help carry you through <3

Credit for the OC Chrysanthemum headshot goes to wwispie on Etsy/Instagram!

Ao3: Petals on a Stream of Stars

Act 1, Chapter 10: Storytime

Wednesday

4:30 pm

Chrysanthemum

It was almost too easy to stay on the sidelines while Sun and the kids ran about, weaving in and around as they screamed their little heads off. As caretakers, they’d naturally fallen into a good working dynamic together, their individual care styles complimenting the other; Sun, with his never-ending energy, kept everyone up and playing, a veritable fountain of excitement. Whereas Chrys, when the inevitable would occur and a lone child would tap out, out of breath, she would step in, meeting each one with grace and keep them occupied until their little batteries recharged enough that they felt ready and able to rejoin the group.

The party progressed well, managing to make it to a third round of “Princess and Gremlins”, a tie-breaker to determine the fate of the kingdom. In an unforeseen twist, the kids decided to forge an alliance in order to defeat their true obstacle, the mighty dragon, who ensured not a soul could reach the princess. Gremlins and Knights alike swarmed Sun’s feet, their war cry valiant and determined.

“Ack, what is this??? Betrayal! Betrayal most foul! Run my princess, run while you still can!”

Using his superior reach to his advantage, Sun took Marigold off his shoulders and placed her outside the swarm of kids, before collapsing to the ground, surrendering to their tickle attack.

“No! You are too much for me! I… I have been… defeated…”

With over-dramatized flair, Sun breathed his last, and the kids cheered, standing triumphant over their slain foe.

“Ha, alright you little monsters, you’ve won, you’ve won. Let him get up.”

There was little resistance as they followed Chrys’s instructions, the whole group a mess of sweat and smiles. He’d succeeded in tuckering them right out.

“It seems to me like everyone could use a break,” Sun asked, head raised. “Would anyone like to sit and listen to a story?”

Shouts of “Yes!” and “Yeah, yeah!” followed.

“Wonderful! Head on over to the reading corner then, Sunbites, while Miss Chrys gets you all a little something to drink.”

The children needed no more encouragement, and finding their second wind, pushed their little legs as fast as they could go to claim the best spots on the rug first. Chrys sauntered over, stopping at Sun’s head, arms crossed as she loomed over him for once.

“You doing alright down there?”

His smile faltered, and for a moment she worried something actually was wrong. His face held a seriousness she wasn’t used to, at least not from him. She tucked a strand of hair that fell out of place behind her ear in an effort to mask her growing concern.

“Uh, hello? Earth to Sunny? Those kids didn’t knock your motherboard out of place, did they?”

Still, he didn’t answer her, but sat up on his elbows, rotating his head on its axis so he still faced her head on, despite his torso remaining angled in the opposite direction. There was a look to his eyes she couldn’t place, something intense yet… sincere. The lack of levity she normally saw there sent a rush of goosebumps across her skin. She could do nothing to break the tension while he continued to stare, grateful then once he finally spoke.

“The lights make your hair look like you have a halo around you. It’s… stunning.”

His tone held nothing but awe, a dissonant thought for her to comprehend directed at herself. Heat snuck into her cheeks against her will, and she turned away, unable to stand to meet his gaze any longer. If such a comment would have come from anyone else, she’d have denied it without a second thought. But from Sunny… her instincts misfired. She cleared her throat to break the silence.

“Oh, s-stop kidding around, ya goofball, the kids are waiting.”

She booped his nose, the easiest way she could think of to get them back to the casual ease she was used to with him, and give her a chance to hide her cheeks. Thankfully, he took the hint.

“Right you are, sunshine! You mind grabbing the juices?”

“Not at all. You get going.”

True to form, he flipped his head around and curled himself into a rolling tumble, popping himself upright to dismount before jogging over to the group of waiting kids, bells jingling mirthfully. Chrys watched him leave, a smile worming its way onto her face even as she shook her head.

Don’t read into it too much Chrys, he probably doesn’t realize how things like that can be misconstrued. Get your head on straight…

She’d learned the day before that a small fridge sat just behind the security desk, which housed all their cold refreshments. While meals weren’t usually their responsibility, it was good to have some water and juices on hand for certain situations. Using the loose fabric of her shirt to make a pouch with, she filled up on little juice pouches and tiny bottles of water and made her way towards the back half of the room where everyone else waited.

Sun’s voice cut through the cacophony of childish voices, heard all the way from where she was. It sounded as if someone was having an argument over their spot selection. She wasn’t surprised, not with how easily amped these kids were. Sun was a saint to have handled this many kids on his own before.

She hurried back, managing to reach the group just as everyone seemed to settle down. While she handed out the drinks, Sun called out to Marigold, asking her to come up front.

“As our birthday girl and honorary princess for the day, why don’t you pick out the story? Go ahead and choose whatever you want from the bookshelf.”

She smiled wide, and ran to search the collection. It took her hardly a minute to find the one she wanted, and soon came bounding back, book in tow.

“Why thank you!” Sun took her selection from her. “Let’s see… Oh. “The Gardener’s Daughter”. I don’t recognize this one. Well, we can just discover it all together then!”

Trailing a finger down the edge lengthwise, he flipped the book open, and pulled out a small microchip embedded in its blank pages. He then inserted the chip into a hidden port at the back of his head, eyes glowing entirely white while the information transferred. The kids waited with bated breath, their anticipation mounting once his pupils returned to their normal sky-blue color. Chrys found the perfect place to sit, where she could still keep an eye on everyone, and made herself comfortable, sitting crisscross on the floor. With a squeal of glee, Marigold hurried to rejoin the group, but chose instead to plop herself down on Chrys’s lap rather than return to her original spot. Chrys gave a small “oof” as her body adjusted to the child’s additional weight, and the girl relaxed against her.

“Alright, is everybody ready?” Sun asked.

“Yes!” Shouted the crowd in unison.

“Fantastic!” Soft, subtle woodwind music began to play through the loudspeakers at his command, adding a touch of magic to the atmosphere. Chrys made one last quick visual sweep over the group, just to make sure all was well, before letting her attention fall completely under the spell of Sun’s dynamic storytelling.

“Once upon a time, there lived a young prince in a magnificent castle. His life was a blessed one, full of all the luxuries one could imagine. But for all his riches, there was one thing he lacked, something he desperately longed for. Companionship. His father was a stern, serious ruler, his smiles saved only for court. His mother, lost to childbirth. The boy was alone, with not even the servants willing to care for him more than their duties demanded.

For weeks upon weeks, months upon months, the boy pleaded for a friend to any who would listen. He’d willingly go to every magic lesson with the cranky old wizard, would never refuse to eat another vegetable again, whatever it took. For just as long a time, his wishes fell on deaf ears. Until one day, the fates decided to grant his request.

The boy awoke to find that they had lost their best gardener in an unfortunate accident, killed while protecting his father. As a means to reward the man for his valiant service after death, the king appointed the man’s widow as the new royal nanny, providing both security and sustenance for his family, including that of his only child. A girl, of about the same age as the young prince.

He had his playmate at last.

From then on, the two spent every spare second of the day together. Playing. Exploring. Growing. Learning. The years passed quickly for the pair, though their time together dwindled as they grew older, pulled apart by their individual studies. Though the responsibilities of life kept them apart, the prince thought of her often, his heart always yearning to be by her side.

With the dawn of the prince’s 20th year, the time finally came where he’d mastered his studies, earning him the right to be considered of age, and the entire kingdom ran atwitter with excitement. The king sent invitations far and wide for all to come and celebrate the prince with a glorious ball. The servants decorated, the chefs cooked, and after months of preparation, the night of the ball arrived.

Family and honored guests of all kinds arrived in droves, all dressed in their finest in the hopes of attracting the eye of the newly eligible young royal, though none would be able to. The prince had his sights set on one person, and one person only. He searched the ballroom high and low for her, failing to find even a glimpse. That is, until the band started to play a new song, capturing the attention of all.

There she stood, the Gardener’s Daughter, singing alongside the band with a voice that stilled the entire ballroom, no longer a child but that of a beautiful young woman, as bright and inviting as any flower bloom. The prince, mesmerized, knew then and there who his future queen would be.

But as quickly as the fates could give, the fates could also take away.

Black smoke filled the room, pouring in from every window and doorway. All the guests choked, and the prince faltered, unable to see his beloved in the onyx haze. An evil chuckle resounded, and like the wind, the smoke disappeared, revealing to all that though everything appeared the same, something was very, very wrong.

The Gardener’s daughter had disappeared.

In a fit of rage, the prince—”

The sharp creak of the entrance gates cracking open disrupted the illusion, shattering the story. All eyes drawn to the front, two human staff-members entered the daycare, their uniforms identifying them as part of the Atrium’s food team. Any chance the new guests might have had of a warm welcome crumbled as the children registered what had happened, their shouts of disapproval instant.

“It’s alright my little sunspots, it’s alright! We can finish the story another time, I promise!”

Sun did his best to console the children, but they were having none of it. Chrys attempted to nudge Marigold off her lap in order to help him get the situation under control, but even she fought with her.

“No! I wanna hear what happens next! What is the prince gonna do, what happened to the gardener’s daughter?”

“Yeah! We were just getting to the good part with all the spooky stuff!”

A little boy shouted in support of Marigold, prompting others to follow suit. Sun sighed, and popped the microchip out from the back of his head, making it clear that the time for storytelling was done. A chorus of dejected “awww’s” rang out.

“Now kids, don’t you know that stories are meant to be read in bits and pieces! That’s why we have bookmarks, after all.” He stood, gesturing for everyone to stand. “Right now it’s time for pizza and cake, and presents! Aren’t you all getting hungry?” A few kids nodded their heads. “So, let’s all go put our shoes back on, and keep the fun going! I promise the story will still be here when you get back.”

At his word, the majority of the kids obeyed, their frowns slowly dissipating as they scuttled towards the cubicles by the front doors. Marigold gave one last pout before climbing out of Chrys’s lap and followed behind the others. Having had the extra weight sitting on her for some time, Chrys struggled to stand, grunting like an old lady as uncomfortable tingles flowed through her legs.

Sun stopped and reached a hand out, to which Chrys took eagerly. He pulled her to her feet with hardly any effort at all, another reminder of how much hidden strength those gangly limbs held.

“Thanks,” Chrys said, wiping the wrinkles from her pants. “Interesting uh, story there, Mr. Narrator. Can’t say I heard that one growing up.”

“I believe it! You know, I’ve read each and every book we have here dozens of times over, and this one is completely new to me! No idea where she found it.”

Chrys laughed. “Watch it be some creepy magic book or something, poofed here out of nowhere to haunt the daycare.” She wiggled her fingers and made a parody of a spooky sound.

“Oh, don’t put that extra responsibility on me. I don’t know how to count inventory for a book that can vanish at will.”

They followed behind the children’s trail, the majority having already gotten their shoes on and standing in a line by the door, likely a habit from school. The few who remained hurried to catch up, struggling to tie their laces. Chrys and Sun split, assisting all who needed it until everyone was ready to go.

“Alright my little sunbites! Off you go! Eat all the things! And when you come back, there will be a special surprise waiting for you all! Now have fun!”

The staff waiting at the entrance, arms crossed and faces painfully bored, slunk off the door frames they leaned on and started the line moving out of the daycare. Sun waved them all off before turning to face her.

“Chrys, why don’t you go with them? Get yourself something to eat too. I can handle the changeover here.”

She furrowed her brows. “Wait, you sure? I’m alright, I ate already, remember?”

Sun sighed, and cocked a single, swirly brow at her, his face and voice uncharacteristically deadpan. “A protein bar, a cheese stick, and a cup of fruit do not a meal make. You need something more substantial, and we won’t get another break before the party is over. So no butts!”

He booped her nose, a reflection of her tactic from earlier, and ended the conversation with a smug smile. She made a humorous, mouthy sound, and playfully batted his hand away, prompting an even cheekier grin to plaster Sun’s face. He wasn’t giving her an inch. She rolled her eyes with a smile, but still acquiesced to his demands without fuss. Truth be told, she wouldn’t have thought to deny him anyway, but he needn’t know that.

“Alright, alright. As you wish, good sir.” She walked backwards, giving him a spirited bow with a forehead salute before returning to a normal posture, and picked up her pace to catch up with everyone else as the last few kids rounded the corner.

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