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kaeyas-beloved · 6 months

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a moment too late

Characters: Ayato, Diluc, Childe, Cyno, Wriothesley, Zhongli

— your husband doesn't make it to you in time...

CW: ANGST w/ very little to no comfort, gn!reader (they/them pronouns), scars (Diluc), blood (Diluc, Childe, Cyno, Zhongli), death (all except Cyno and Diluc), kidnapping (Cyno), minor Fontaine Act 1 + 4 spoilers (Primordial Sea Water - iykyk), spoilers for Childe’s real name

val's no sympathy novemeber masterlist

I don't know if I can take a month of hurting my boys....

Thinking about them not making it in time...

Ayato, who had been in an important meeting.

He'd given strict instructions to all his retainers and the Shuumatsuban to not interrupt under any circumstance. So, when one of the newer helpers knocked on the door, the commissioner was less than pleased. Without letting the young man get a word out, Ayato cuts him off, a sharp smile on his face. "Please, wait outside. I'll deal with the matter after this."

When the retainer tried again, a feeble "but, my lord-!" sputtering over his twisted tongue, the change in Ayato's tone couldn't be missed, and it left no room for interjections.

When a second knock echoed through the room some minutes later, it took everything in the clan head not to sigh out loud in front of all the powerful politicians and businessmen. This time, however, when it was the familiar face of Thoma that stepped in, a scarily straight face as his expression, something shifted in the male. It didn't help that the pyro user didn't stop his advancement toward him, even at the call of his name.

It was like the whole world shattered the moment the blond leaned by his ear, the news that you'd been placed in the nearest hospital plummetting his heart into his stomach.

There's this inner struggle that takes over, the role of a leader and your husband fighting against one another - he can't just leave so abruptly, but he also feels like he might crumble if he isn't by your side in the next ten seconds.

It's the firm hand that's placed on his shoulder that breaks him away from his thoughts. Following the arm he meets the slight smile of Thoma, "I have this handled, my lord. Go, be with them."

He's up and out of the room in an instant, briskly walking in the direction of the hospital. When he gets there he borderline demands the receptionist to tell him your room number, off again the moment she gets the last syllable out. Just as he reaches the curtain separating you from him, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, a doctor steps out.

"Lord Kamisato..." his tone is grave as he blocks the entrance with his body. Despite the obvious attempt to stop the young lord from entering, your husband tries to sidestep him. He's stopped by a simple raise of the hand and he feels a mix of disdain and unsettlement swirl within.

"Please, let me speak with them," Ayato nothing but begs, something he never does. He's known as a negotiator, a logical reasoning man, he doesn't need to beg for what he needs in the political world, but for you, his world, he'd gladly grovel at this man's feet just for you.

The aforementioned man licks his lips, adjusting his clipboard so it rests against his chest, "I'm sorry Mr. Kamisato, but that won't be possible..."

The urgency rises and Ayato moves the doctor out of his way, stepping into your room. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together about what was trying to be said, but your lover can't bring himself to believe it. Not you too.

The moment he's at your bedside he leans close, trying to wear a smile as he places his hand on your shoulder, softly shaking you the exact same way he did that very morning. "My dear... wake up. This is no time for your silly tricks, we have to go home and have dinner together like I promised." His warm hands move up to your cheek, brushing his thumb along your equally warm skin, but when you make no move or noise the reality finally sets in for him.

His broken smile slips and all he can manage is a soft call of your name. Of course, there's still no answer, and Ayato is stuck flipping between the different stages of grief.

What if he'd listened the first time? Let the retainer who initially walked in speak? Would he have gotten a chance to speak with you? To tell you he loves you? To say goodbye properly?

You can't actually be dead, right? There's no way this is happening to him again.

He starts to promise to spend more time with you, he'll take off as much time as you want him to, he'll take you to that restaurant you've been wanting to go to but couldn't bring yourself to without him, he'll visit the land of Liyue with you - he knows you've been gushing about the scenery and culture recently. He'll do it all and more, you just had to open your eyes again for him.

Silence.

"Damn it all..." he whispered, face twisting in agony. Of course he couldn't have it his way this time. As if his parents weren't enough, the world just had to take you away from him too.

The doctor watches for a moment as one of the most powerful men in Inazuma sheds tear after tear before him, the droplets falling and hitting your lifeless body. As Ayato sinks to his knees before you, the doctor takes this as his cue to step out.

For the next few hours, the hospital is noticeably quieter, no one daring to interrupt a man who's just lost one of the dearest people to him.

For the next few hours, Ayato's tears slowly soak your shirt, his grip on the bedding knuckle white, his sobs muffled by your skin as it slowly grows colder and colder, fighting to commit everything about you to memory.

That night, he could not bring himself to eat dinner, for all he could remember was you, the way you smiled at him and how it was all ripped away from him, never to be seen again.

———

Diluc, whose connections are spread all over the world yet no one could locate you.

It should be impossible. The owner of Dawn Winery only associates himself with competent business partners. So, how could it be that the best of the best from all walks of life and all backgrounds couldn't locate the one person he needed to find?

Tirelessly, the redhead looked for you. Many sleepless nights weighed on him from shouldering so many responsibilities at once. He constantly asked for updates on the investigation and every time the news that there were no advances was just another layer of stress for him. So, of course, the moment the word of your location reached his ears, Diluc was up and out the door, claymore in hand, a fury in his eyes that few have seen only a handful of times.

When he got there, there being some far corner of Starfell Valley on the mountainside, there was no time to process or ask questions. All he knew was that you needed help if you wanted even a chance of making it out alive.

By a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the Abyss Mages that had been holding you hostage, an atrocious act that was no doubt aimed to make The Darknight Hero suffer. However, weaponless and exhausted, the creatures of down under easily caught up to you, surrounding you and throwing you around like a ragdoll. Diluc counted seven - one hydro, two electro, two cryo and two pyro - each using the elements to keep you from running too far.

With a few swift strikes of his enflamed claymore, the cryo and hydro mages disappeared in a cloud of red and black. Of course, they'd be the easiest of the group to get rid of. The last four would be the real challenge.

In between strikes, Diluc managed to get close to you, bending down to your fallen form. “Are you alright? Can you walk?” He did a once over of your body, noting that dirt clung to you and a couple cuts littered your skin. You could barely move too, having the shit kicked out of you.

“Not very far…” you groaned, raising your body slightly off the ground. Your lover nodded, glancing at the enemy before helping you stand.

“That’s alright, just get to that tree over there. I’ll come get you and take you home soon.” Diluc watches for a moment as you nod and begin to make your way over, turning his back to you once you've made decent progress. Taking up his weapon once more, it's a brutal clash of sparks and fire as he lets his adrenaline and rage fuel his every move. Soon, one electro mage goes down, and then the second and then one of the pyro ones until all that stands between him and getting you medical care and a nice bath is a single pyro Abyss Mage.

The demonic creature cackles loudly, a shrill sound that echoes in the silence. As it begins to wave its staff, a shock of recognition strikes Diluc and he glances around, looking for where the fire-breathing faces are going to appear. When he doesn't spot any dread fills his being and he chances a glance towards you, praying to the Archons that what he's thinking isn't about to play out.

The gods weren't in his favour.

Time seems to slow as he watches the triangle of heads surround you; he watches as you slowly turn to face one head-on, your tired eyes widening as you register the situation. Dilcu's only able to catch you turning your face away before he attacks the mage while its guard is down, interrupting its early dance of victory.

The next few minutes are a blur, both for you and your husband. Everything hurts, any slight movement or breath sends shooting pain through your body. When Diluc picks you up off the ground you let out the most heartbreaking cry he's heard and it took everything in him not to just stand there and soothe you.

He mumbled apology after apology, offering words of comfort as he ran as best he could without harming you further. When he made it to the cathedral he was ushered out of the room, every nun available flocking to your side. Despite the overwhelming emotions building in him, Diluc lets you go, waiting with as much patience as he can muster, which isn't a lot at that moment.

It takes about an hour before a sister approaches him, every second that he waited excruciating. She tells him that while your face was unharmed, you having managed to lean out of the way just in time, your upper arm, shoulder and the base of your neck on your left side were burned pretty bad and that scarring was almost guaranteed.

"But are they alive?" is all he asks in return. He cares that you were hurt, but he cares more to know if you'll live to spend another day with him. All the sister can do is nod, informing him that recovery will be slow, but you are alive. She adds right after that while you passed out from everything he was still allowed to enter and sit by your side. So, he does.

The nun didn't lie when she told him that things would be slow. It took several days before you could be discharged, and even when you were the days and nights that followed were filled with more torture than the usual joy.

Your burns would irritate at the slightest things, and you started to doubt your looks, wondering if your husband would still love you by the end when the wounds were all healed. At night you were haunted by nightmares of your time in captivity, and by the face of the abyss spell that burned you. It didn't help that the face was red and fluffy, just like Diluc's hair, leaving you to back away from him every time you woke up from that recurring dream, your mind tricking you that that thing had come back.

And all Diluc could do was hold you close to his chest once you saw that it was just him. He'd rub a warm hand along your back as you sobbed and shivered, quietly blaming himself for not being fast enough - to find you, to defeat the enemy, to get you out of the way of the fight. If he had been, if he succeeded in any of those things, then maybe you wouldn't have to live with this pain and trauma.

You were alive, but at what cost?

———

Childe, who was all the way in Inazuma for a mission.

Your husband left you that fateful day with a tight hug, a promise to come home and a kiss on the lips. As he walked further and further away from you all you could think about was greeting him in the same fashion. Your touch was his favourite thing after all, a reminder that you're there with him and that you love him despite all his wrongdoings.

The day came when Ajax set foot back in his homeland, and the first thing he did was search for you at the dock. When he didn't spot you, he'll admit he was a little disappointed but didn't think much of it. You were most likely just relaxing at home.

Yet, when he walked through the door he couldn’t find you anywhere. “Strange… where could they have gone? Maybe mom and dad’s?”

A quick trip over there reveals nothing however, just the tidbit of information from his mother on how it’s been a couple days since you’ve visited and that you last told them you were needing to chop some firewood.

Now he was not only confused but a sense of dread plagued his chest. Hoping it’s just his normal worrying, Ajax bids farewell to his family and heads back home. Sure enough, he spotted some stacked logs off to the side. What didn’t make sense though was the lack of an axe and the footprints that lead further into the tree line behind your home.

Following the tracks, the male’s eyes widen and his expression falls as the patterns in the snow go from clean prints to frantic clusters, as if you began running. What really injected fear into him though was the barely visible Treasure Hoarder insignia buried in the snow, its gold sheen glistening from the sun.

At this point his feet had a mind of their own as he picked up the pace, his mind running a mile a minute with the scariest thoughts his brain could conjure.

He wasn’t sure if he should've been relieved or frightened when he found you lying in the snow. Either way, he sprinted the rest of the way to you, calling out your name. You were on your side, back to him; you must’ve rolled into the fetal position to stay warm.

And that’s when he noticed it, the pink tint of the usually pure white snow surrounding your fallen form. Panic shoots through him as he rolls you onto your back, his hand recoiling at the state you were in, covering his mouth.

"No..." your cold gaze stares up at the sky, skin lacking the warmth he craves after a long day. Between the folds of your undone coat reveals where most, if not all the blood flowed from, now dry from days passed. With a shaky hand, he moves the cloth aside, surveying the damage.

The cut was deep but didn't hit anything major from the looks of it... you would have bleed out slow and painfully, and the mere idea makes him sick to his stomach. More and more he looks at the damage done to you and the more his blood boils and his heart stutterers. You were innocent, his spouse, his best friend, you had no intimate dealings with Fatui work, so why you?

His eyes narrow back in the direction of the insignia, the sorrow morphing into anger; they were fucking cowards, going after you instead of him. At the sanctuary of your home no less.

Looking back at the body that once housed your soul, he noticed something odd about your hand. It was clasped shut like you were holding onto something.

He starts to pry your fingers open, and for just a moment he can imagine that you're alive, back in the warmth of your home, grasping his scarf in a game of keep away. He'd pull you close, wrapping an arm around you and trapping you to his chest, grasping your wrist and trying to get the red fabric from you. Your husband would laugh merrily, "demanding" that you give him it back or else, to which you'd tell him no, because as long as you had it then he couldn't leave for the day.

When your palm finally opens up is the same moment time really stops and the world doesn't feel real around him. Picking up the small object, Ajax clasps it in his own hands, bringing it close to his chest - his heart - in hopes of feeling just the last bit of you left behind. He won't ever know this, but what he's doing now was exactly what you did in your final hour - you held the tangible promise you made with him close to you, your thoughts filled with him and only him as you took your last breath.

From that day onwards, your wedding ring rests against his collarbone, a string looped through it. He never takes it off, nor does he remove his own ring, because to him, you were the only one fit to take the place at his side in life. He doesn't want anyone else to love him, because no one could ever love or hold him in such high regard like you did.

It was everything or nothing, and you are his everything. Since you're gone, he'll gladly settle for nothing. Anything else and he'd label himself a cheater to your love.

———

Cyno, who prioritized catching the mastermind, lest any more innocents get hurt.

The General Mahamatra trudged back through the desert sands, clouds of dust trailing behind him. His grip was tight against the criminal’s wrists, leaving no room for escape. While part of him was solely focused on the captured mastermind, another part of him was thinking about you and how he's going to make it up to you for neglecting you the last few weeks. How could he ever possibly thank you or repay you for your neverending patience?

Rounding the last rock, Cyno finally makes it back to where he left you, having instructed you to wait there until he returned. You know that it was vital to stay put, so why is it that you've disappeared? Eyes red like the sunset scan the camp, finding that nothing was missing among your personal belongings or supplies.

As he continued to try and piece together the clues, you stood frozen in the shadows, an arm pulling you against a chest, keeping you in place. The hand over your mouth didn't help quell your fear, nor did the warm, rancid breath that tickled your neck.

How hard do you have to stare at the back of your lover's head for him to just turn in your direction!? Apparently very hard, because no matter how much you will a telepathic message his way, he still fails to find you. Tears begin to slide down your face - is this really it? Will this be the end? When he's so close to you? Will he turn and walk in the wrong direction, giving the man holding you time to escape with you in tow?

The looming threat that if you step out of line you risk harming yourself and Cyno plays in your mind, but you also remember nights lying in bed with your husband, whispering reassurance to him that no matter the situation you knew he'd always save you. You had full confidence in his abilities.

Gathering your resolve you take a leap of faith and elbow your captor, biting the hand that impairs your voice. Making a mad dash from the hiding spot, you scream for Cyno, watching as his head whips in your direction.

It all happened so fast after that. One second there's just you, him and the two Eremites and in the next, you're surrounded. The mastermind Cyno had been holding manages to retch his arms free, whistling a tune causing other desert dwellers to pop up from seemingly nowhere. A capture net is being thrown over you, aiming true and trapping you once more. Cyno, now flanked from all sides, can only watch helplessly as two men grasp the ends of the net, dragging you like you're nothing but a sack of goods.

You squirm with all your might, but it does nothing as you're effortlessly tossed in a caravan, screaming and sobbing for your husband. Amidst the scuffle, the leader orders the others to "shut them up" and right after a powder is poured on you, the effects taking seconds to kick in.

You begin to quiet until you slump on your side, and Cyno feels the urgency build even more. He channels all the strength he has into at least breaking through to get to you, but the moment he does the snap of reins echoes out and the cart takes off.

So, he runs, because for once something much for valuable that his life is on the line. Because he can't afford to let the bad guy get away this time.

But a man cannot match the pace of a horse, and it isn't long before his stamina reaches its limit and he stumbles, and you disappear over the horizon.

———

Wriothesley, who believed he could save everyone.

By no means was the warden of the Fortress of Meropide lacking in skills. He's proven time and time again that he's worthy of the title of Duke among the underwater structure, able to shoulder the responsibility of keeping each and every inmate well cared for and as comfortable as possible.

Perhaps that was the reason he's failing now to protect those he really cares for, for you were no inmate, but rather the person he swore to spend the rest of his life with.

He knew that this day would come, but he was still so, so unprepared for it. The damn seal was due to break sooner or later, and it chose today of all days to do so. The evacuation was quick, maybe even quicker than the first one, but there was one difference this time around. Today was also the day that a couple Melusines had come in Monsieur Neuvillette's place, delivering some reports to Wriothesley while also taking this time to speak with Sigewinne.

"Where are they?" The Duke grits his teeth, running through every area he can reach. You weren't far behind, having insisted a second pair of eyes was better than one. When another room turned up empty he slammed his first into the wall, cursing loudly.

You did another look through in the places he missed before sighing, placing a hand on his chest, "We'll find them Wrio. Take a deep breath, please." He stares at you for a moment, doing as you suggested. You offer a small smile, "There aren't many rooms left, they've gotta be here."

"I know," he sighs, running a hand through his messy hair, "but we're running out of time."

Just as he says that the building rumbles and shakes, the sound of a pipe bursting in the distance sending fear through your body. All it takes is a shared look for you two to start running again, eyes and ears sharp as you try to catch even the slightest signs of life.

There were only two rooms left to check when you heard a call, not by a Melusine but by a pair of inmates. Turning to look, your stress levels spike.

“Shit, this isn’t good,” Wriothesley mutters, surveying the situation the moment you both made it over. One of the inmates was trapped underneath a metal panel, and his buddy wasn’t strong enough to lift it off him on his own.

They plead for help and you can see the cool grey eyes of your lover start to unfocus, a million thoughts passing through his mind. Time is running out, and as he's internally about to lose his cool the sound of your voice brings him back.

Laying a hand on his shoulder you squeeze firmly, "Listen, how about we split up? You deal with this and I go find the Melusines. We'll be faster that way."

His eyes widen at your proposition, and he doesn't even have to think twice about denying, "Now, hold on just a-!"

Another tremor, and you have to harden your tone to get your point across, “We don’t have time Wriothesley, help them and I’ll search the two rooms. When you’re done get them out of here, I won’t be far behind!”

He wants to say no, wants you to get to the surface and he'll take care of the inmate and missing Melusines, but as he looks at the crumbling Fortress he finds himself biting his lips before nodding. "You better stay safe, or else."

You smile, turning and disappearing into the second last room. A quick search proves nothing and when you leave you see your husband beginning to pull out the stuck inmate. You're able to meet gazes for a moment only to break it off, rushing into the last room.

It's easy to spot the brightly coloured blue beings amongst the dreary Fortress walls. "Thank Archons!" You sigh, almost tripping over your feet in your hurry to get them, scooping them up in your arms, "we have to go now you two!"

There's a groan of metal and the clatter of something collapsing in the distance, and it's safe to say you didn't waste time sprinting out of there. As you pass where you last saw your husband, there's a momentary wave of relief at seeing him no longer lingering there. You know then that he's gotten out, and that he's probably waiting anxiously for you.

The thought pushes you to get out faster, jumping over any puddles that have formed or debris. But just because you can jump doesn't mean you can dodge.

One piece then two fell from above, but when you look up dread courses through you upon the realization that a good section of the roof is about to drop. You acted before you could fully think and tossed the two tiny beings in your arms, sprinting just a little faster before leaping yourself. You're glad you managed to throw them out of the collapse zone, but you weren't so lucky, your leg getting trapped from midway to your knee and down under the pile of rubble. All it took was one attempt at tugging your leg out to know it was stuck under there good.

"Go," you pointed in the direction of the exit, immediately beginning to dig yourself out. The least you could do was get them to safety. The Melusines however hesitated, looking at each other before looking at you again. You knew they weren't strong enough to lift anything off you, so you repeated the one-word order, adding that you'd be right behind them.

You hear more than you see them run off, and after a minute of struggling you manage to free yourself, continuing towards the exit.

Wriothesley didn't stick around the entrance, instead busying himself with checking on everyone. If he didn't then he'd go mad and rush back in to get you. As he made another round he spotted the two creatures of the sea clutching onto the Iudex, their heads buried in his neck. If they were safe, then you must've made it out too, right?

Wriothesley gives the order to close the Fortress of Meropide off completely, and he watches unaware as he cages you in. It's only by chance that, once he's almost to the surface, he looks out the window of his escape submarine and through one of the windows of the Fortress. The horror sets in.

Even if it's useless, you stumble and limp up to the glass, banging on it, screaming for him. You're not sure what he'd do though, maybe you just wanted to see him one last time, wanted to tell him you love him, that it's not his fault. You stare at him, tears streaming down your face before turning your back to the ocean and sliding down to the ground.

Even if he can't hear you, you whisper out your love for him, how you'd never hold this against him. You pray to the Archons, to the Traveler, to Neuvillette, to Clorinde to watch over him for you.

You eye the rising water, and to make it just a little more bearable you pretend it's the first time you got Wriothesley to go swimming with you. You had dip your toes in first, as a show that the water wouldn't bite. He wasn't scared of the water, and he knew how to swim; he wasn't ashamed of the scars on his body either. No, he refused to go swimming back then because he didn't want to freeze, and it took you and the trust he placed in your word to tell him the water was perfect.

So, you repeat that same action, imagining Wriothesley is right beside you like that day years ago.

From the water pod, your husband watches frozen as you vanish in an instant, continuing to watch as the water rises until it's above the height of the glass. In that single moment, most of the warmth in his heart vanishes along with you.

"You promised you'd be safe... I trusted you..."

It was the first and last time any prisoner would see the almighty Wriothesley cry out, for he swore sometime later that he'd close off his heart and never let anyone get as close as you did. He knows deep down that's not what you'd want, but he knew he could never go through the same pain again and still continue to live.

———

Zhongli, who you were fighting side by side with.

It's always been like that, you and him up in arms against the world. It was like that in the Archon War, in the Cataclysm and any other time someone threatened the safety of the Lord of Geo's territory. You had his back and he had yours, something that only grew stronger as your relationship developed from war buddies to friends then finally to lovers.

It was... naive of you both to think that you'd be able to spend eternity together without issue. You were too blinded by the fact that you were both going to withstand time and he believed that there was no way he'd fail to protect you, not with the strength he possessed.

Your downfall was not due to time or a lack of strength, but rather your own desire to keep the man you love safe from harm.

Zhongli did not see the sword pierce your skin, but he did hear the strangled cry you let out. He felt the fear wash over him, he saw the bloody aftermath as you fell forward into him, no longer able to hold yourself upright.

Instinctively he wraps his arms around you, sinking to the grass with you. Crimson stains his hands and clothes fast as if the wound was his own and he knows right then that your time together is limited.

The pain you feel is searing and with each breath you take you're fighting to keep that air in your lungs long enough to get more. Your husband spoke softly as he stroked your shoulder, "Why did you take the hit for me?"

When you looked up into his warm, amber eyes you knew then that this was the last time he'd hold you, the last time you'd speak with one another. How interesting it is that you both realized at different points that this was the end.

"You..." you cough, body trembling in his hold and Zhongli almost regrets asking you to speak. He just wants to make you comfortable in your last moments, to act as if everything is okay. "You... were going to get hurt."

The man you knew to never weep lets a single tear slide down his face, a light chuckle getting stuck in his throat, "ah, how like you to put me above yourself. I'm the same way with you, so I suppose I can't point fingers, now can I?"

“No… you can’t,” you smile back, but it’s tough to force it through the pain. You cough again and this time a little blood comes up as well.

It’s getting harder and harder to breathe as the seconds tick by. “Morax.”

The former Archon stiffens; you rarely ever call him by his real name unless you're serious about something. "Yes, my dear? What is it?" When he sees you trying to lift your hand to his cheek, Zhongli dips his head, placing his own hand over yours.

Glazed eyes watch as you swallow, stuttering on your own breath, "I'm... I'm very proud of the man you've become compared to the Archon I first met. I'm very proud of the things you've done for Liyue, and I'm grateful for the things you've done for me."

Your eyes droop a little, and he knows your time to depart is near when he sees you rest your head against him more and with the way he has to hold up your hand for it to stay resting on his cheek. He swears he won't let you slip away until you've said your final peace.

"I... I need you to promise me something Morax."

"You know I will always do my best to honour your wishes," he tells you, his grip tightening on your hand. A sudden breeze picks up, blowing his hair in such an elegant way that your face softens, never not amazed by his beauty. Tranquillity washes over you, and it may sound crazy, but the scent the wind brought to you smelt like home, like a simpler time in your life.

All other sounds are drowned out, the wind blowing them far away so he could hear you clearly, "You have to find happiness again... even though I won't be there for you. Can... can you promise me that?"

He pulls you impossibly closer, removing your hand just to place a gentle kiss on your palm before returning it to its place, "I promise." In that moment he feels like he's lied to you, for he believes he'll never truly recover from your death, but that doesn't mean he won't try for you. And as you smile up at him for the last time, Morax feels that he could live with his answer to you.

Much like his friends of old, he knows he'll see you in the little things around the city - a lantern, a blooming flower, a cup of tea, the fires in fireplaces - as if you're watching over him. He'll continue to walk forward as everything passes him by, mingling with the ever-changing people and culture and surrounding himself with friends, because that's what he promised you, and he wants you to see that even when you're not by his side to experience it yourself.

"I'm happy now, see? But I will never be as happy as I was with you"

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iamasaddie · 5 months

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mean & bitter

paring: Tim Rockord x f!Reader x Ramon Nomar (iykyk) rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 3,9k~ summary: you knew how immature it was to be mocking two grown men that you worked next to, but whenever you saw them you just couldn't help yourself. They've been tolerating you for too long and now they've had enough. Secretary!Reader gets 'put in her place'.

warnings: pwp; dubcon due to power imbalance; age gap (reader late 20s - early 30s, Ramon is 40+, Tim is 50); mfm; oral m receiving, unprotected PinV, dirty talk, spit-roasting, choking, ass spanking, fingering, slight degradation; slight mysoginy but no one actually thinks like that; reader has hair that can be pulled; no use of y/n. let me know if I missed anything

a/n: big love and hugs to @noxturnalpascal for helping me out woth this little brainfart monstrosity by being the best first reader and beta <3 i love you, dearest, you make my heart all warm and fuzzy with love! and amazing and talented Han @swiftispunk , I am sending you love, adoration and I hope your day (week, month, year, lifetime) gets better from this point forward, ILY <3

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The clicking of your heels on the slippery tile floor of the precinct made the men in the office wince. It usually wasn’t the reaction you got from the opposite sex, but when it came to Detective Rockford and junior detective Nomar things weren’t so nauseatingly easy. You weren’t at war, or anything of that sort - you weren’t even in the position to be at war with them - but you couldn’t lie, getting on their nerves did send an exciting chill down your spine. A chill that traveled even further than your spine (down your panties) more times that you cared to admit.

You hated the stereotypically misogynistic behavior of your workplace. Feminism works hard, but prejudice works harder, you huffed to yourself. The fact that you were a secretary in a place filled with men who had more prestigious jobs didn’t help either. You were used to tearing men apart with your snarky remarks and cruel observations, only keeping your job with your unquestionable professionalism.

Most people in the precinct already knew better than to get on your bad side, preferring to keep things if not friendly then at least civil, but not Rockford and Nomar. Oh no, the men walked around like they sported ten inch dicks and egos the size of the Empire State Building. Whenever you made a comment, they retorted with two, so whatever you did the best score you came out with was 1:1, but that would change today.

Late night already fell on New York, the city as bright as during the day thanks to the innumerable billboards, city lights and Christmas decorations that shone brighter than your future. When the clock hit a painfully late 10pm, your boss told you to go home as he intended to do so as well, and you nodded, saying that you’d only bring some files that needed signing downstairs and head out. You did as you told him, though quite pointlessly, seeing that every other conscious person had already left the building, leaving you alone with the exception of the security guard that was most likely flirting with the night shift janitor.

You noticed light at the end of the corridor, knowing exactly what office it came from. Before you could stop yourself, your heels had already passed the doorstep.

Detective Tim Rockford, a handsome man a little bit over fifty with a surly demeanor and cynical view of life was sitting at his desk, his eyes closed and his thick thumbs rubbing his temples slowly. Over him, just across the table cluttered with photos and notes, was junior detective Ramon Nomar. You had laughed a few times about how a man over forty can still have a junior position, and in very clean Spanish he told you exactly where to shove your comments. You smiled bitterly when you saw the deep wound you poked. To your misfortune, Nomar was also handsome as a sin, and had an attack dog behavior, for which you called him Rockford’s little pup. Even though there was absolutely nothing little about that man.

You knew the things weren’t good for them right now, a series of murders of young girls had shaken the city and for the three months they had worked the case they were nowhere closer to finding the murderer.

Of course, you didn’t find the situation enjoyable in any way, but you did revel a bit in the misery two detectives obviously felt. You wiped the corner of your lip, fixing the red of your lipstick.

“You know, maybe it’s finally time for you to retire. Go on a couple's retreat somewhere. Maybe Sandals,” you pretended to think, tapping lips with your index finger mockingly, “that is, of course, if you managed to earn anything with what a shitty job you’re doing here.”

Rockford didn’t even open his eyes, the only acknowledgment you got was a slight tilt of the head from Ramon, who immediately dismissed you as well.

“We don’t have time for your shit right now. Get out.”

“Or what? You're gonna kill me so you could crack at least one case?”

You didn’t notice how Ramon was on you so quick, easily enveloping your neck with his hand and squeezing it, pressing you into the wall painfully.

“You think it’s fucking funny?” He growled so close to your face that you could almost feel his breath in your mouth that opened in surprise. “You think that you can walk in here every fuckin’ time you want and bother us with your bullshit?”

His hand squeezed tighter around your throat, cutting off the airflow completely and making you dizzy. Your eyes started wandering pathetically, landing on Rockford, who finally sat straight in his chair, his face completely unfazed despite the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.

“No,” you tried to push the words past your lips, but failed, making yourself look like a dying fish. Ramon shook you, your head banging against the wall as he made you look back at him. His face was screwed in anger, but there was something else behind his furrowed brows. Something that resonated with the growing dampness in your panties that you failed to acknowledge as the lack of air made you almost unconscious.

“That’s enough, Ramon,” finally, the older man intervened and as soon as the words left his mouth you felt air filling your lungs back up. You started coughing violently and would’ve fallen with how hard you leaned forward, but Ramon’s hand gripped your hip, keeping you steady and pressed to the wall. The sound of Rockford’s shoes clicking on the tile floor approached you, and before you saw the shining leather of his footwear, you felt already familiar warmth close to your neck. “She’s just a stupid little secretary, she doesn’t understand why our work here is so important. Why we cannot be interrupted.” His hand found your jaw, squeezing it in a tight grip and forcing you to turn.

“I-- ”

But you weren’t allowed to finish, the men who practically cornered you into a wall continued talking over you as if you weren’t even there.

“Maybe we should show her, then?” Detective Nomar raised his left brow, addressing Rockford. The younger man’s hand strayed dangerously close to your ass like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What do you -- ”

Ignored again, like an annoying mosquito that you can’t catch so you just wait for it to start sucking on your blood to kill it.

“You really think she’s teachable? ‘M pretty sure her brain has the maximum capacity of spelling the words correctly.” The older detective sighed, as if he was exhausted at just the prospect. His partner shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant gesture. You should’ve seen it minutes ago, that this was all just a scene. Their little foreplay before the main act that they already perfectly played out in their heads.

The men in front of you looked at each other, barely containing little smirks. Their hands on your body weren’t angry or pushing, they just reminded you that you’ve been standing in a compromising position quite willingly, with your panties wet and your thoughts tangled. You’d given them your inaudible yes when you haven’t pushed either of the men away. You were going to play their game and they knew it, it was too late to back down now.

“I don’t know,” Detective Nomar stopped containing his satisfied smile, and you watched his hand go to his trousers to adjust the intimidating bulge before he looked at you, “but we can try.”

A set of rough hands took you by the shoulders, pushing you towards the desk cluttered with papers, documents, and the pictures of tortured victims and the suspected criminals. You didn’t have much time before you were shoved roughly and bent over it, your face pressed hard into the glossy photos, your left hip crying with pain as Rockford’s name plaque crashed into it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” the words came out muffled.

“Didn’t think you were that dumb, girl.” Ramon laughed, hiking up your skirt and exposing your panties. “And judging by this big wet stain,” his thick thumb traced your slit, pushing the wet fabric into your flesh, “you know exactly what I’m doing.”

The whimper you let out was pathetic, and you heard a mocking laughter behind you. You’d never heard Tim Rockford laugh before, not like that, at least. "Goddamn, girl, is this the reason you were walking around acting like a bitch for the last few months? Just wanted to get fucked?”

You whined in protest, Ramon’s thumb still working on massaging your pussy lips, squeezing and thumbing the flesh becoming exponentially wetter. Detective Rockford walked around the table, his crotch with an intimidating bulge was on the same level with your face, and he patted your head, pushing the strands of your hair away from your face with a false softness. “You don’t need to lie now, sweet cheeks,” he almost whispered, “I know you think we’re bad detectives, but with evidence like that even a Starbucks employee would crack the case.”

The embarrassment got out of the picture pretty quick with other feelings occupying your mind and body, you had half a brain cell left to think about what it all could cost you. Your career, your reputation, it all can go out of the window for a moment of physical pleasure. But you felt like everything, every little jab and comment, every sarcastic laugh and side eye adamantly led you to this moment. To the moment where you were bent over a table with one strong man already sliding your panties down your legs and the other clicking his belt and opening the zipper of his pants.

“I thought you’d be yapping your mouth all the goddamn time, but look, we didn’t even have to gag you, huh?” Rockford’s voice was calm, if a bit merry, as his fingers finished with the fly of his pants and tugged the white shit up. Ramon hummed in agreement behind you, both of his hands busy with squeezing your asscheeks, tugging them apart to look at both of your holes.

“Don’t think your dick is big enough for the job, you’re overselling yourself again, just like I think you did at your job interview.” Sometimes you hated that sarcasm was your second language, and your short temper never got you anywhere but trouble. When every movement from both men stopped you realized that you were in trouble again. Tim crouched a little to look you in the eyes, his face wasn’t bothered a bit, only a confident smile telling you that you’d been wrong. You knew that you’d been wrong just from the bulge, but you just couldn’t fight your bitter nature.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to see, sweetheart.” His eyes raked over your face and then looked behind your shoulder, giving a little nod to detective Nomar.

His movements were fast, practiced, boxers down, cock and balls out. You choked on air when you saw the delicious monstrosity bobbing heavily in front of your face. If either of the men laughed at your reaction you didn’t hear it, blood rushing in your ears and saliva pooling in your mouth. You admitted to yourself that Rockford was handsome, you just didn’t expect every part of him to be so attractive. His cock was easily seven inches, thick with a beautiful head shaded dark pink from arousal. His shaft was curved to the right just the perfect amount, two prominent veins running on the opposite sides and meeting the underside of his cock. You licked your lips, and your pussy squeezed around nothing as you imagined him stretching you out. Tim’s hand engulfed his shaft, and even though he could fully hug it with his thick fingers, the whole picture was still intimidating. He took a step closer, his thighs cutting into the edge of the desk and his full, heavy balls almost kissing your chin. You didn’t notice how you closed your eyes, but you opened them quickly as you felt his cock slapping your cheek. Tim looked at you condescendingly.

“Open your mouth, doll.”

You did. Not a word left you when your lips obediently parted letting as much of Tim in as you could physically muster. He was warm, heavy and almost spicy on your tongue. A taste that would be impossible to recreate, a feeling that you will never get to experience again. This moment was unique, and you moaned at the realization.

You didn’t notice the disappearance of the junior detective, all of your thoughts consumed by the man who started shoving himself inside your throat at a slow but steady pace. You evened your breathing just in time to feel Rockford’s hand closing around your throat. He moaned for the first time since he got his cock in your mouth when he felt his shaft parting your throat from the inside.

“Fuck, doll,” he was almost breathless, “your cocksucking skills are way better than your secretarial ones. Maybe you should think of switching your profession.”

His words were almost enough to start protesting, you pushed your hands up and placed them on his hips, but Tim was too quick to read your mind.

“No, no, baby, keep your hands behind your back. If I wanted a handjob I’d tell you to give me one. But I want to fuck your bitchy throat until you can’t speak and that’s what I’m going to do.”

You felt your hands being caged behind your back again, and a second time a belt clacked. Part of your brain that still worked told you that it was Ramon, who was absent for the last year that you’d been sucking Tim’s cock. His big hands quickly squeezed your wrists, and then you felt leather tying them together. All of it was overwhelming you, their voices, their actions, Rockford’s hand still on your throat and slowly working you up to take the full length of him even though you thought that impossible. Nomar, grabbing your tied hands before hunching over you so that his head almost touched Tim’s protruding soft belly when he whispered filthy promises in your ear.

“You look like a great fucktoy, mi amor. You should just stay like that for us to fuck you like the dirty desperate slut that you really are.” You couldn’t kill the moan, letting it spill right from your belly and vibrate in your throat, making Tim’s breath catch. “Your cunt is so fucking wet both my pants and my boxers are ruined.”

You gurgled, trying to protest, or agree, or beg, but ended up just spluttering saliva on Rockford’s cock, making his shaft move even easier into your wet mouth.

“Poor slut, always wants to talk back but now she’s got her mouth full.” Ramon cooed mockingly, his weight finally off your body, and his hands back on your asscheeks. You didn’t expect the rapid fire of slaps falling on both of them one after the other, making your skin burn and your nipples cry with tension in the confines of your bra. “You’ve got a great ass, let’s see if the pussy matches.”

The words laced with a thick accent barely registered in your mind, one moment you were getting used to the stings of rough hands abusing your ass, and the next two thick fingers easily found your entrance and slipped inside. You felt tears streaming down your cheeks both from losing your breath sucking the biggest cock you’ve seen in your life, and from the feeling of relief to finally have something to squeeze with your dripping core. You didn’t understand who your body belonged to anymore, but it was definitely not you.

Ramon’s fingers parted your insides easily, sliding in and out with no resistance as you dripped more and more arousal onto his hand.

“Fuck, that’s a good pussy, should’ve checked it out sooner. So many nights with blue balls while she’s just gushing for me.”

His fingers curled inside you and you couldn’t stop your body’s reaction, jerking your head back and almost screaming as white hot pleasure seared your body, starting from the pleasure spot that Ramon almost punched with his fingertips, continuing to rhythmically caress it. Tim let go of your throat, giving you a moment to catch your breath seeing as your body arched as if you were possessed. He placed his hand on your hair, clutching it instead and bringing you closer to your original position as Ramon abused and worshiped your cunt with his fingers at the same time.

“You had your cigarette break, doll, it’s time to come back to your workplace,” he chuckled, breathless, and pushed your face into his balls, before dragging it up and back on his cock, letting your tongue dance over his salty skin all the way up. You resumed your position, welcoming his cock back into your throat with much more ease than before. You could almost feel his short-trimmed pubic hair touching your nose, but you weren’t quite there yet.

You whined as Ramon removed his fingers from your pulsing pussy, but were quickly shut up by a harsh tug on your hair.

“Hold her tight,” came from behind you, and before you could protest, before you could even think about what you’d just heard, two big palms enveloped your head pressing it hard into Tim’s pelvis, and Ramon’s cock - that judging by your pussy measuring skills was at least as thick as Rockford’s, if not as long - pushed inside you in one deep thrust. Your head was getting dizzy with the lack of oxygen, the feeling of euphoria so overwhelming and new that you almost weren’t surprised when Ramon - with his cock fully seated inside you - barely touched your clit with two of his fingers, causing a body-shaking, mind-altering orgasm to leave your body weak and pliant in the hands of two still very much aroused men.

“Mired, did you see that? She just came all over me from us, filling her holes.” You knew Tim would find something to answer with if he wasn’t busy with choking his dick right above your face. When you came, he let your head fall gently on the desk, right side up. Your vision was blurry with mascara, tears, white spots of pleasure, but you still saw just enough of his tensed up, reddened face as he approached his climax. His hand swiped faster over his cock, still slippery with your saliva, and you were grateful that Rockford was conscious enough to point his cock at your cheek and lips as his hot cum started painting your skin. His breathing was labored and you thought he’d fall over you, but he took a step back and fell into his chair with a heavy sigh.

Your eyes were closed, and your cunt twitched around Ramon’s cock who wasn’t as invested in his colleague coming on your face as you were. Instead, he was chasing his own pleasure, thinking that you were just conscious enough for it to continue being a consensual encounter. Your hands were almost numb, and you tried to move your fingers. Noticing the movement, Ramon let go of your hips, and loosened the belt. You took one of your hands out, bringing the tingling limb to your face and running your fingers through the cooling coat of cum covering your cheek.

“Fuck, you filthy little thing,” Ramon moaned, his speed going up, his soft belly pressing into your lower back as his cock continued stretching you open. You felt the familiar tingle coming from the inside of your thighs and concentrating on the twitching bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. If you could talk, you’d beg Ramon to touch it, but all the strength left your body after your first orgasm, the strongest one you’ve had in an embarrassingly long while. Apparently something in your body betrayed your needs, or Ramon was a good fucking lover, but as if he read your mind, his thick fingers found your clit again, rubbing it gently in perfect tempo with his thrusts.

“Come on, give me one more,” he growled, and you couldn’t disobey. Not when his shaft was molding your insides to fit his perfect shape. Not when the head of his deliciously curved cock was kissing your g-spot with every motion. “Give it to me, mi amor.”

And you did. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, throat too raw to let you make actual noise. Your body convulsed, as if you had a seizure, and maybe you did. Maybe you even blacked out, because you didn’t remember how Ramon pulled out of you at the last moment finishing on the crack of your ass. You thought that you’d been laying there for a week no less before you felt fingers running through the mess on your ass, heard slow footsteps, fingers, someone touching your face, and then fingers again parting your lips and pushing what you understood was the men’s combined cum into your wet mouth. Ramon wiped his digits on your tongue, and then patted your cheek with more gentleness that he’d had for you the entire night.

He came back around, pushing your skirt that was hiked up at the beginning of the night down, you hissed as the material scratched your abused flesh, but didn’t say a word.

You finally had the strength to push yourself up, your legs trembling and unsteady in your heels. You were scared to imagine what you looked like right now, and your eyes looked around the office trying to find something to look at while your heart found the correct rhythm. Your eyes landed on Tim, who already looked as if he wasn’t just balls deep in your throat mere moments ago. His pants were done, shirt tucked in, the only thing that gave him away was the sheen of perspiration on his forehead and two extra buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his white wife beater that he wore underneath.

Catching your gaze with his, he slowly stood up, coming to you slowly, like he was afraid to scare a young deer away.

“Go clean yourself up, okay?” His voice was soft, but determined. “We’ll close the office up, and then we’re gonna wait for you in the car. We’re gonna take you home.”

You shook your head, trying to find the right words to say that you don’t mind repeating what you’d just done, but your body was physically devastated today. No matter how willing your brain was, you were done. “I don’t think…”

“Amor, we’re just going to take you home.” Two strong hands that belonged to your other lover lowered on your waist, his head falling to your shoulder in an uncharacteristically romantic gesture as he warmed your neck with his baritone. You pressed your back closer into his body, feeling the warmth and softness, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to be taken care of. “But tomorrow morning you can come over for coffee… and cream.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing full well that there was no way in hell you’d pass on that offer, no matter what it may bring.

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viscountessevie · 1 year

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Tagged by the lovely @mermaidsirennikita thanks for the tag! SO SORRY this is months late shxkdjks.

Also to note; I wrote 90% of this post about 4 months ago?? On a call with the brilliant @sophiamariabeckett and @hptriviachamp so that's why they get mentioned alot, anyway let's get to it!

Nickname: S, [Redacted - IYKYK], Sahara,Vi, Evie [I think I’m mostly used to S and Sahara, the latter two are derived from my username lol]

I used to go by Sky when I was younger because people butchered my name but it was also given to me by an ex-friend who tried to whitewash me so I have YEETED that name (will never ever go by it again) and fully embraced my Indian name and culture. Anyways I digress, Sky also earned me the nicknames Sunny, Cloudy, Sunshine.

Sign: A Fire Sign that fits me

Height: 5′0/155cm

Last thing I Googled:

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youtube

[Yall thank Trivia for this search and it’s so fitting for me!]

Song stuck in my head: Would’ve, Should’ve, Could’ve by Taylor Swift (also at this moment: Lavender Haze Acoustic version)

Number of Followers: Over 3k (but 80% are abandoned accounts or probably bots - also you gotta remember I've had this account for 8 years over 3 major fandoms so it's accumulation of that)

Amount of Sleep: 3 to 6 Hours - a lot of afternoon naps

Lucky number: 8, 19

Dream Job: Novelist and Screenwriter

The List of People I Wanna Work Woth (ranking in order of how much I wanna to work with them): Simone Ashley, Oliver Jackson-Cohen, Zawe Ashton, Frieda Pinto & Dev Patel (tied), Zendaya

Creatives: Wanna write with Mindy Kaling and Trevor Noah, write for Margot Robbie (as executive producer), Cathy Yun, and Jordan Peele

Special mention to Tom Hiddleston, Rahul Kohli and Chloe Zhao for being icons I admire but my writing style/stories and their resumes are in direct conflict 😂

Wearing: A sheer black shirt, it’s giving Simone's Shirt-Dress at Paris Fashion Week

Actually at this very moment (3rd April) though I am wearing this:

The shirt ties in the front and I have cream shorts on. Someone once told me I look like a hot baseball player in this fit lol

Movies/Books That Summarize Me:

Books:

- A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket (very first book I ever read on my own)

- The Hunger Games series & TBoSaS by Suzanne Collins

- Every single Cecelia Ahern book

(save for her YA series and The Year I Met You)

- Shatter Me series by Tahereh Mafi

- To All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven

- The Celebrity Quartet series by Taylor Jenkins Reid

[Hugo, Daisy Jones, Malibu Rising, gotta read Carrie Soto soon]

- A Lady For A Duke by Alexis Hall

- What I Did For A Duke by Julie Ann Long

Movies:

90s/00s Rom Coms - that entire genre and era changed me as a person.

10 Things I Hate About You

Legally Blonde

Confession of Shopaholic

Adding A Barbie Section at the request of Belle & Trivia:

Mermaid’s Tale, An Island Princess and of course Princess & The Pauper changed everyone's lives

Contemporaries:

Mr. Malcolm’s List

The Batman

Do Revenge

Look Both Ways

Emily

Shows (Added this in cos Shows have shaped me more than movies):

Wizards of Waverly Place

Gossip Girl

The Royals

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

The Mindy Project

All Michael Schur shows except Parks & Rec (it was fine but not my vibe)

Jane The Virgin (BUT I do not claim S5)

Favorite song: Changes depending on the day but I will always go back to Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

Special Mention: Right Where You Left Me and Nothing New by TS

Favorite instrument: Guitar to play because I played it when I was 8; piano and violin to listen to - I really am a strings bitch huh

Aesthetic: I love dressing up in different styles and aesthetics tbh and I would say I dress how I feel. I dress up more when I'm happier and have a lot of statement pieces, more casual when I'm feeling lazy or depressed. But with the statement pieces, I'd say I'm giving theatre kid and I like to dress up like a Hollywood starlet sometimes lmao.

Favorite Author: I have no idea tbh. There's not one single author I've read all their books and liked. Hmm maybe Lemony Snicket but I haven't read Asking All The Right Questions yet. But all the books and authors listed above are a good range.

Ohmygod Cecelia Ahern - I've read and loved all her books!! Shoutout to my mom for getting me into her books during my teen years

Favorite Animal Noise: Rattlesnakes, Elephant’s Trumpet with the whole show of their trunks, Seal clapping and Hyena giggles

Random: So this section is the reason I didn't finish this post when Caro tagged me in it months ago lmao sorry C but now I have a fun random fact to share!

I'm currently on vacation in a tropical country rn and the villa I'm staying in feels so much like Donna's Villa in Mamma Mia - I love it so much! (I might reblog and share pictures of this place in the future but rn I'd like not to doxx myself lol) It's hella homey and I LOVE all the animals here; they have 4 dogs and 2 cats who are all my besties now. (I've never been a big pet person and now I want one)

#Tag Games #Caro tag #Belle tag #Triv tag #Get To Know Me #The Viscountess Rambles

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officialgomezaddams · 3 years

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Cabin House

if this dosen’t take im shooting myself $wag no TW except usual sadness. Slight simp anakin and breeding kink but iykyk

She sat outside on the porch in her rocking chair, watching the ship in front of her lower its self onto the meadow surrounding the cabin that she lived in with her husband. She smiled to herself, her hands rubbing her pregnant stomach in relief that he was home. It was a new feeling to both of them, homeliness. A family that is now back together. Or at the very least, the start of one.

They had met when they were both young, Anakin was in Jedi training, and Y/n was a mechanic at the same temple. It was a decent gig, she reasoned with herself. The many hours and days spent watching and learning from her father in his shop had paid off.

Born and raised in the capital of the galaxy, the high life never slowed down. There was always loud traffic, busy trade; the planet never slept. Anyone could go to a party or club; some festival was always happening. The temple was different, a little peace in the concrete jungle. As the war started, the need for maintenance shot up—the urgency to fix whatever droids or ships needed to be rewired or mending broken welds. Simultaneously, the Jedi and the politicians tried to restore the balance, maintenance fixing everything else.

A job was a job, and getting herself out of her father’s small auto body garage was a priority for her. Pulling night shift sucked, but the lack of staff and management who wanted to do nights meant she could get away with a lot.

It started when the shy padawan walked up to her, the shift partner in the area she worked with was sleeping in his chair, and even tho he was older than her and had more experience, Y/n didn’t wake him up. It was her first real interaction with someone who was force sensitive, and she was thanking the stars that this boy somehow made his way to her.

It wasn’t because he was lost. Anakin had been at the temple long enough to know it by hand and could probably draw blueprints of the entire layout. The way around maintenance wasn’t that hard, as he often borrowed material from them to fix small stuff he could handle. Anakin had caught glimpses of her, he would stare at her for the few seconds it took to pass each other while he was leaving the ship and for maintenance to check it for any repairs that needed to be done.

“What’s up, Starboy?” Y/n teased. Even though she had never met him formally, he was quite well known for his destiny.

He shuffled his feet around, and all the confidence he once had was gone. He looked at her before looking down at the table she was in front of, watching her set down the wrench she was fiddling with.

“I need an arm.” He shot out, not even knowing how to ask for such a thing.

“An arm?” She had responded, wanting to make sure he had said the right thing. “Why do you need an arm-” She asked but quickly stopped as he dropped his robe, and she realized he was missing the very thing he had asked for. “Oh. You need an arm.”

It took about six months for the arm to be built. It took a lot of measurements, calculating, and many, many nights for it to be made giving Anakin time to grow his confidence back up and flirt relentlessly with her. Telling her that it didn’t bother him that he would almost get little to no sleep because ‘being with you is a dream I never want to wake up from.’ On the nights he didn’t see her he would tell her, ‘Even though I couldn’t be with you, I still see you in my dreams. The best dreams I will ever have will always be the ones where you are in it. My dreams with you are so sweet to the violent reality of being a Jedi.’

The last night the two spent together working on his arm, or to be honest it was just her while Anakin would pour his heart out to her, hoping for something, a kiss, or even the simple statement that she returned his feelings.

“If I have any problems with my arm, I’m coming to you. For my arm and my heart, you are the only one who knows how to fix them. Help me Y/n, my heart hurts, it burns for you. Every time I leave you or think about how you aren’t mine it aches. It’s so painful. Fix it, please. Tell me you don’t feel the same way, that your heart beats differently to the tune of mine.” He told her, watching her with doe eyes as she concentrated on wiring the last few things together.

“Isn’t that against your rules?”

“Attachment is forbidden, possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say I am encouraged to feel this way about you.” He stated, awkwardly biting his lip which made her giggle.

“In three days, I have time off, maybe then you can teach me about this new teaching, and I can teach you something about how to use the arm.”

Neither of them expected it to be like this. Married and expecting. The moment she had told Anakin the news, he had immediately begun thinking of moving. Getting away from the city life and going somewhere more quiet and peaceful. Somewhere the war could not disturb them, so they landed in Alderaan. The whole planet was pulled right from a painting, and the moment they settled on the cozy cabin, they both realized that after years of running around, they finally found their home. With each other, in their soon-to-be family, and in Alderaan.

As the ship lowered its self to the ground, the woman awkwardly got out of the chair and stood up, holding onto the wooden frame of the porch. Anakin swiftly got out, smiling from ear to ear as he saw her waiting for him. His feet moved on their own as he ran to her, watching her take careful steps to meet him. Before she knew it, his arms were around her, pulling her into him. “Don’t strain yourself for me.” He whispered, kissing her head.

She was thirty-three weeks into her pregnancy with twins. The two babies growing safely in her womb had made things more difficult for her in terms of moving around, and she had long forgotten her shoes.

They didn’t move in right away. They waited until work became difficult for Y/n, getting down to work on something wasn’t easy anymore, and she couldn’t be on her feet for more than an hour and a half until her feet started hurting. On the other hand, Anakin wanted to move in as soon as they got it. ‘You shouldn’t have to work, you’re pregnant with our babies, and I want you to enjoy this.’ He also knew how chatty the maintenance section was and was not looking forward to any rumors that could be spread about his wife. ‘Tell them they are mine. I’m not going to let them disrespect my children by disrespecting you. Tell them that I got you pregnant, that you took me in, and this is what my seed is doing to you.’

“How are you, my angel?” He asked, watching as the moonlight hit her face. He had been gone for most of the pregnancy, being forced to leave after her first doctor’s appointment that confirmed that Y/n was with child. Only then, she was nine weeks far too early to be showing anything. He came back to her a few weeks later, and the first thing he did when he greeted her was to kiss her fourteen-week stomach, but he didn’t stay long. The three days they were together were spent moving quickly into the new house. Only the important things she needed were to stay back at the temple so she could continue with work. They didn’t have much, but Anakin insisted on carrying everything, telling her that she was not even to lift her jewelry box because he didn’t want anything to happen to the babies.

“Bored. I’ve been itching to get back to work; there’s only so much you can crochet before you want to stab yourself with the needles.” She joked, making them both laugh.

“And the babies?” He asked, his hands dropping to rub the sides of her stomach. It brought him pride to see her like this. Seeing her carrying his child, seeing her full belly, smiling at the thought of the stretch marks that clung to her round belly, knowing that her body was adjusting well. The few times he was able to see Y/n through the hologram, he always admired his wife’s new changing body.

“Restless. I’m hoping now that you’re home, they’ll calm down for a little bit.” Anakin pulled her into a soft kiss. The whole time he had been away, she and the babies were always on his mind. He would wonder if they were kicking or thinking about what to name them. He would think about Y/n, if she was sleeping and if she was pushing herself too hard. He felt terrible for not being there to hold her hair back through morning sickness or walk her around to make sure she got the proper exercise she needed. He felt so useless.

“How long do I have you back for?” She asked. It was an impossible question because no matter what time frame they had, it wouldn’t be enough. She just wanted him to be here with her, safe. The only good part about being away from the temple was she got away from all the rumors about her husband being dead or being held somewhere and tortured. She wanted him here in their home, enjoying the moments and milestones that she was going through alone. She had convinced herself that if - stars forbid it- something happened to Anakin, she could do it by herself. She could raise the kids and do what she could to make ends meet. It’d be challenging, and she understood that. But in her opinion, what could be harder than going through this pregnancy alone? Forcing herself to get the rooms ready, forcing her co-workers at the temple to help her in the later stages because she couldn’t depend on Anakin.

He quietly led her to the house, purposefully ignoring the question because he knew that it wouldn’t be the one she wanted to hear. Only when she asked again as they reached the front door, he answered. “A week. Then I have to go back, and I don’t know where the council is sending me. Probably to Hutta.”

“You’re gonna be here for the births, right?” She pressed, stepping into the warm cabin and away from the cool breeze of the night along with his arms.

“Y/n, I promise that once our children are born, I will be there for everything,” He reassured her. He knew it was a promise that he couldn’t keep. That the Jedi council would most likely tear him away from his family sooner or later. With war, or keeping the force away from the Darkside, he knew that it would be something. “Don’t look at me like that, Angel. You know how hard this is for me. You knew what you were getting yourself into.” He took a step towards her, but she shook her head and stepped back, turning around and began waddling herself towards the shared bedroom.

“But I didn’t expect it to be left by myself throughout this.” His wife began, with Anakin following her quickly. “All alone and pregnant just to have you, my husband, show up for a few hours or a few days if I am lucky. Then to have him leave me alone again.”

“Am I not here, in our home when I can be?”

“Our home?” She raised her voice, “It feels as if you are no more than a guest.” Finally turning around to look at him before walking over to the bed and sitting down facing away from him, looking out the window that gave a view of the spacecraft out front. “Anakin, I want to go back to the Coruscant.”

“Going back wouldn’t change a thing.” His words were forced, trying to stay calm and not lose his temper. He was a good husband, or at least he tried to be. It wasn’t easy - for anyone. But he tried, skipping meetings and purposefully doing stuff to get close to you, reporting ships and droids as broken so he could sit with you as you worked on them. Even now, with the war, just being on the opposite side of the same planet was enough for him. “You know that I can’t control what happens out there. I don’t get to pick and choose when I get to stay home!” His anger was cut off by the sound of her whimper.

“Y/n, Starlight,” He was cautious with his words now, “Y/n?” She would not face him as he sat down next to her on the corner of the bed, his head down in shame. “Please tell me you don’t regret this.” Any of this, he thought to himself, knowing it was always her who got the short end of the lifestyle they had to hide.

“Anakin, our love is like the Coruscant. It’s messy at first glance, and it’s hard to understand why it hasn’t just fallen apart in chaos. It doesn’t make any sense. But if you squint hard enough and really focus in,” She began slowly, trying not to fall apart. “You can see how nice and beautiful and all of the great things you can get out of it.” Her lip quivered, and her voice broke, letting the painful tears she was holding in anymore. “But I’m so tired of squinting.”

Neither of them looked at each other. While Y/n cried into her hands, Anakin just sat there, trying to figure out what to do. “I-” The reality that this could be it, this is all about to end, made him re-think his words. Did he miss something? Was he too happy that he was starting a family with the girl he fell in love with at nineteen to realize that she was now, what? Fallen out of love for him while she was right about to give birth? For once, Anakin was speechless. He could still fix this, right? I have to fix this. She’s fucking pregnant with my children. Our children.

“What do you want then? I’m here, now, Angel. I -I don’t know what you want.” His voice was pitiful, but she was strong. She had to if she was going to do this alone.

“I want you to get in your ship and leave.”

As soon as she said it, he was protesting, ”Go where? Baby, please, don’t make me go back.” He was the one crying now, tears falling mercilessly down his face, realizing that this was it.

“I don’t care where you go, Anakin. Just- you can’t stay here. You make me too sad.”

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Celebrity Christmas Blurbs :)

just some Christmas Preferences from some of my favorite celebrities and their characters! i’ll continue with some of my favorite celebrities and their characters ; i apologize if you don’t like some of these people, but i had a lot of fun writing this, i hope y’all enjoy! it’s quite long so i’ll put a cut :)

- Tom Holland -

Spending Christmas time with the Hollands was definitely something to remember. It was your first time meeting his brothers, and they instantly took a liking to you, especially Paddy as he was fascinated by your storytelling. He’s obviously the best gift-giver, and he totally got you something cheesy like a calendar of memories or a photo album. You got him something equally as cheesy and after everyone opened their presents you cuddled for the rest of the night in your ugly sweaters watching Christmas movies. Everyone had fallen asleep on the couch except for Sam and Harry, so you both decided to go upstairs and... continue the rest of the night. You could hear Sam and Harry’s gagging noises and it just made you two laugh harder as he pinched your butt on the way up.

Peter Parker

Peter literally dies laughing when he sees you in your light-up ugly sweater that May decided to pick out. You just blushed and whined “baaaaabe” as he continued to laugh at you. Since it was freezing and snowing outside, you both decided it would be a good idea to stay indoors. Since he’d been exposed, it would be for the best anyway; you could tell he was down about that though, so you decided to make this the best Christmas ever. He’d chosen a couple of Star Wars movies to watch, and though he couldn’t see the new one you more than made up for it. You did the cheesy things like bake cookies with messy fingers and dance around to overplayed Christmas music. At the end of the day, you both fell asleep pretty early due to the sugar crash, cuddled up next to each other with Star Wars: The Force Awakens playing in the background.

- Rami Malek -

Elliot Alderson (Pre-S4 Spoilers iykyk)

Elliot was never the biggest fan of Christmas. He didn’t really have any memories of them, and honestly he didn’t want to. Your Christmas together was quite low-key, you both got each other something small and simple and took the day to avoid most Christmas movies playing on a loop. It soon turned into a game as you avoided everything on the Christmas channels; eventually he relaxes enough to let you cuddle him. It didn’t really feel like Christmas, more like a freezing cold capitalized day in the apartment.

Merriel “Snafu” Shelton

He would do his best to celebrate Christmas when he was in the army, but nothing compares to Christmas with you. He would buy you something cheeky like Christmas lingerie and make love to you as much as he could before the family came home. You two would have Christmas dinner with the family and eventually you two got way too drunk. Since you were both home, you fell asleep quickly on the bed, a simple Christmas goes a long way for Merriel.

- Bill Hader -

This man would be the absolute sweetest on Christmas. Christmas Eve would just be for the two of you, exchanging some presents early on, spending time in the snow and making love by the fireplace. On Christmas Day, his daughters would come over and spend the whole day with you. Of course, you got them something and Bill practically spoiled them with toys and “gadgets” galore. They nearly overdosed on Christmas Cookies and were asleep by 8pm, both carried to their beds and sleeping soundly by 8:30. For the rest of the night, you and Bill exchanged presents and cuddled on the couch, watching what was left of the Christmas movies and sipping on the last of Red Wine.

- Richard Madden -

David Budd

This man deserves all the love in the world. Of course, he’s a bit sensitive after asking for help, so you just spend most of the day cuddling each other and drifting in and out of sleep. He got you something extremely heartfelt and beautiful, and of course you would get him the same; your Christmas was simple and that’s the way you both liked it. The kids would also come over and they would be playing with their new toys as you both watched with love in your eyes, exchanging occasional kisses here and there. At the end of the night he would say something super cheesy like: “I can’t wait to give you my real present” in that thick accent and you would just snort.

- Timothee Chalamet -

My bOY Timothee Chalamet. He knows Little Women came out on Christmas, and he knows how much you want to see it. Even though he saw it at the premier, he reluctantly agrees and shields his eyes every time he comes on screen. You had to go to one of the earlier showings so a lot of people wouldn’t be there, and your plan worked out semi-successfully. At the end Timothee found you crying and just held you closer, kissing you on the cheek gently. On the walk home, you were hand in hand, talking about how much you loved the movie and everything about it. He loved to listen. By the time you got home you had a whole Christmas feast ready and exchanged presents; he got you a hard copy of your favorite movie (based on the book) and you got him a peach (as a gag gift) and something cute like a photo album of your years spend together. After you both had your espresso and were both full of chocolate cookies, you held each other by the fire and passed out, engulfed in the scent of candy canes and each other.

- Anton Yelchin -

Pavel Chekov

Rest his soul. Pavel Chekov is the sweetest man alive, he’s just a little bean boy who deserves nothing but love and affection. I don’t even know if they celebrate Christmas in Star Trek cuz I’m uneducated but here we go. You’d been dating for a couple of months and it was your first Christmas on the Enterprise, so Chekov wanted to make it extra special. He woke you up with warm cocoa and a kiss on the forehead, making sure to take all the time he wanted. After your breakfast, he pulled his gift from under the bed, handing it to you and looking at you with eager and curious eyes. It was what the stars looked like the day you met; the gesture made you tear up just a bit. He would say something cute like: “That was the day I knew you were the one” in that cute little accent of his. The rest of the holiday would be spent eating cookies he’d made at midnight for you both to enjoy and avoiding Kirk to get out of working. It was simple, but stress-free and warm, just as you two had imagined it.

- Adam Driver -

He may be super timid about Christmas in general but since you’re his new girlfriend he decides to make the most out of it. You spend the morning with his son, watching in amusement as he plays with his new toys, running up to you both and giving you a big hug. Once Joanne picked him up, you had the rest of you day to yourself, and he immediately attacked your lips. Since Star Wars IX had come out, he’d been doing press for what seemed like years; now, he was alone with you. He more than made up for it when he took you all over the house, holding each other close after each round and making up for lost time. You exchanged gifts somewhere in between, you’d gotten him his lightsaber from the Star Wars set that J.J. said you could gift to him. He’d gotten a bit emotional as he held in it his hands, a wide and nerdy smile spreading across his face. He got you tickets to Disney World, somewhere you’d always wanted to go, especially to see what they’d done with Star Wars Land. Honestly, he was curious too. You hadn’t cooked anything special so you decided to order take-out and have a laugh over it, watching cheesy Christmas movies and holding each other until sleep took you both over.

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Do they celebrate Christmas in Star Wars? I don’t care. Ben had never really celebrated Christmas, he didn’t have the time or a loving parental figure to help him. That’s where you came in. You’d definitely been the one to change Ben a bit, you softened him up and carefully dragged him closer to the Light Side; he never protested. You didn’t really get him anything nor did he get you anything, you mostly just held each other and kept him from doing anything other than being in bed. You made him Christmas cookies, a thing he chuckled gently at as you continued to hold each other through the holiday. It wasn’t much different from other days, just more affectionate and safe.

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