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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. | delicate au, jack hughes

౨ৎ ─ summary | this takes place in late august of 2023, a little before the njd season started. jack hughes dm's the girl the whole internet thinks he's dating and invites her to a pre-season get-together at his house.

─ word count | 1.9k

─ warnings | anxiety, some flirting? nothing else!

─ taglist | @dancerbailey3 @valluvsu @daisysnhl @dasiysthings @iminlovewithtz11 @literatureluster @lvrzegras @lxvleyzoe @bowen-power @ru-kru @jackhughesily @hearts-for-luke

─ ev's notes | please lmk ur thoughts on this au so far! i, of course, always read ur guys feedback so anything would be very much appreciated.

Accept message request from jhughes (jackhughes)?

jhughes: have you seen twitter? we're trending 🤣 jhughes: looks like i'm your bf now 🤷🏻🤷🏻

libbytf: yeah um i don't even know how that happened😭 libbytf: they're crazy, that's not either of us?

jhughes: it does really look like us though haha 🤣 i don't blame them

libbytf: the more i look the photos the more i disagree lol, i hope they figure it out on their own 😭

jhughes: haha yeah [seen]

jhughes: me and luke are having a pre season party, you should come if ur free jhughes: oh and if leon wants you to hahaha😭

libbytf: when is it? i'll see if i can come and if i'm in town

jhughes: next saturday at our new place

libbytf: i'll let you know!

jhughes: k lmk ( 👍🏻 )

Libby stared down at her screen, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Did she just get asked out?

She received the message later that day and she was surprised that Jack Hughes had messaged her. She wasn't starstruck or anything but he didn't seem like the "dm" type, he looked more like the type to approach you in public.

She shook her head, she didn't even know if he was hitting on her. He probably wasn't even trying to come off that way, he probably just needed more people at his party. And the truth was, after the whole "Josh" thing, she didn't really have anything to do because everyone in the world was seemingly against her. The messy breakup with Josh had left her feeling exposed, as if every aspect of her personal life was now fair game for public scrutiny.

She had been under the spotlight for years now, long before she had even considered the idea of being a singer. Her sister and father were already apart of the "Hollywood" circle, she has seen this kind of stuff before. She's never been apart of the gossip, though - this was the first time she'd been in the spotlight for a bad reason.

Growing up in the shadow of her sister's and father's fame had accustomed her to the entertainment industry and all the drama that came with it. But now, as the fallout from her breakup with Josh engulfed her, Libby found herself thrust into uncharted territory. The barrage of rumors and gossip had stripped away the layers of privacy she had worked so hard to preserve, leaving her feeling vulnerable.

Libby couldn't even turn to her music anymore, she felt like it was no use because the whole internet (and their moms) hated her for no reason other than her relationship, or lack thereof.

She was pulled out of her thoughts as she felt her phone buzz on her bed. She reached for it lazily and opened it, reading the message.

leon 😛 are you down for something this weekend?

Libby typed out a quick response.

libs 🥸 depends

leon 😛 me and some of the team are gonna have a party this weekend to celebrate the start of the season, they told me to bring someone and ur all i have

leon 😛 unless u say no i'll ask someone else

libs 🥸 jack already asked me so sure :)

leon 😛 wait so ur his plus one?

libs 🥸 no bc he's the literal host, he just invited me😭😭

leon 😛 thats weird but okay, can u still be my plus one

libs 🥸 idk if that'll change anything but sure!!

She sighed at her brother's slight stupidity. It sounds like she was going to be going to the party this weekend. As she agreed, Libby couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety about attending Jack's party. The thought of facing a bunch of strangers, each with their own preconceived notions about who she was, made her stomach churn.

Before she could turn off her phone, her phone buzzed and she looked at the notification.

jhughes (jackhughes) started following you!

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"Have you been on Twitter?" Leon spoke up as he drove, his eyes glancing toward Libby before focusing back on the road.

She shrugged, "Yeah. Why?"

"Everyone thinks you're dating Jack, it's kinda funny. Isn't this like, your first time meeting him?" Leon replied with a small laugh, shaking his head.

"It's pretty dumb, isn't it?" Libby replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "Well this is like my second or third time meeting him so it's not like we're strangers but still, we're far from strangers."

"Are you sure about that? He messaged you." Leon joked as he smirked at you as you rolled your eyes. She knew he was joking but a part of her thought that maybe he was flirting with her. But Libby could not even mention that to Leon because it'll make him go crazy, staying quiet was the better option.

"Shut up," Libby mumbled as Leon laughed. "The pictures aren't even us, you know?"

"The guy looks a lot like Jack but not you. It's so funny especially because everyone swears that they know you so well but they can't even tell the difference you and some other person." Leon grinned, clearly enjoying the absurdity of the situation. "Well, I guess the internet just loves drama. Can't blame them for trying to spice things up, it is fun."

"I just hope people figure it out soon," Libby sighed, glancing out of the car window at the passing city lights. "I mean, it's not like I need more rumors right now."

Leon shrugged. "Yeah, I get it. But you know what they say, any publicity is good publicity."

"Yeah at least I'll know my new album will get tons of new streams, thanks to Josh's fangirls."

"You mean dickriders? Jesus, have you seen the comments?" Leon scoffed, making a turn to Jack and Luke's home.

Libby sighed, her shoulders slumping as she leaned back against the car seat. "Yeah, I've seen them. It's like they're just waiting for the opportunity to tear me apart completely, I can't even go on Instagram anymore."

Leon's expression softened with empathy as he reached out to place a comforting hand on Libby's arm. "They're just fucking bored, that's all. They have to tear someone down to feel better. Don't let them get to you."

Libby nodded, grateful for her brother's words of encouragement. "I know, it's just hard sometimes, you know? Feels like I'm constantly under a microscope."

Leon nodded in understanding, his gaze unwavering in its support. "Yeah, I get it. But remember, those comments don't define you. You're so much more than what people say about you."

Libby managed a small smile as they reached Jack's home. The night air was crisp as Libby and Leon made their way towards Jack's home. The distant noise from the party spilled into the quiet neighborhood as they walked towards the entrance.

The home was pretty big but you weren't surprised, they were really good and popular hockey players so of course they had a big home. However, as you walked into their porch, you noticed how clean it was. Not many boys in their twenties kept their homes so clean and organized but Libby was pleasantly surprised at how clean their home was and she hadn't even been inside yet.

Leon gave the door a few knocks before the door opened to reveal Jack, a big grin on his face and a backwards cap on his head. "Leon! You made it!"

"Yeah, and I brought Libs!" Leon grinned back at Jack as his gaze finally fell on Libby, she felt his eyes scan her body before they landed on her eyes once again.

Libby felt a slight flush rise to her cheeks as she met Jack's gaze. His warm smile putting her at ease as she returned it, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in her stomach.

"Awesome! Come on in, guys." Jack ushered them inside, the sounds of the party becoming more pronounced as they stepped inside.

"There's some chips in the kitchen and you guys can just help yourself to the drinks inside the fridge, just don't drink any of our protein smoothies." Jack side glanced to Leon playfully, in which he responded with a quick fine. "Everyone's in the living room playing pool."

"I'm gonna go get a beer, if y'all don't mind." Leon called out as he headed towards the kitchen, leaving Libby and Jack by the entrance.

As Leon left, Libby shifted her gaze to Jack with a warm smile. There was a brief awkward silence before Jack broke it, "I didn't know that you lived in Jersey."

"Well I don't but ever since Leon's moved here I've been spending every second at his place. I actually live in New York City but it gets a little hectic, I need a break sometimes from... everything." Libby explained as she recalled all the drama from the summer, from everything with Olivia to Josh, it was eventful.

Jack nodded, his expression sympathetic as he listened to Libby's explanation. "I get it. New York can be intense, especially with everything going on."

Libby sighed, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders as she spoke about the challenges she faced. "Yeah, it's been a lot to deal with lately. Sometimes, it's nice to escape to somewhere quieter, you know?"

Jack's gaze softened with understanding. "I get it. I'm sorry by the way, with the whole uh... thing." Jack didn't really want to specify but they both knew as Libby nodded.

Libby gave him a sweet smile but before she could respond, Luke came in wearing a Devils jersey. "Dude I've been looking everywhere for you, there's something wrong with the-" He cut himself as he noticed Libby.

"Hey Luke." Libby greeted the tall curly-head with a grin as he walked over to where Libby was and gave her a side hug as Jack observed.

"Libby! I haven't seen you in a while, how's everything?" Luke asked casually as he pulled back.

"Can't complain." You spoke with a small grin as you looked in between the boys. "You?"

"Very excited for the new season, I don't know if you could tell." Luke chuckled as he looked down at the jersey.

Libby couldn't help but chuckle at Luke's enthusiasm. Even though she's never formally met Jack, her and Luke have a pretty good friendship through Leon. As soon as they met they clicked and now they're practically tied at the hip. "Hmm... I couldn't tell. Go Rangers, right?"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Whoa, don't you dare step foot in our homes and disrespect us like that. That is a like a slur around here." Jack shook his head playfully as him and Luke exchanged looks before all three of you busted out laughing.

"Sorry, sorry won't happen again!"

"It better not or we're gonna have to kick you out." Luke threatened with a mock-serious expression. "But seriously Jack, the TV isn't working and everyone wants to play Fifa for some reason."

Jack shrugged as he motioned to Libby towards the living room, "I don't even know if we own Fifa..."

They all entered the spacious living room where everyone was. There were some teammates who she recognized and some people she'd never seen before. Jack and Luke ventured off toward the TV, leaving Libby to go stand by the couch. She'd enjoyed the night so far but as she stood there, anxiety began to creep into her stomach.

Everyone here knew somebody and right now the only people she was close with was her brother, Luke and Jack and they were all playing Fifa right now.

"Libs, get a controller we need one more player!" Jack shouted from the coach and waved at her to come over. Libby hesitated for a moment, feeling a familiar pang of anxiety at the thought of joining a group of people she didn't know well. But as she stared back at Jack, she swallowed all her fears and walked over, taking a controller.

As she settled in next to them, Libby felt a sense of normalcy wash over her. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she could just be herself, without the weight of everyone's expectations or the glare of being perceived.

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sencity · 10 months

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yandere!botanist x gn!darling, pt. one . . .

˚₊ ꒰ nightmare fuel 𝄁︎ obsessive behavior, the calm before the storm.

˚₊ ꒰ word count 𝄁︎ 792.

˚₊ ꒰ key 𝄁︎ crossed out red texts indicate sencha’s thoughts. blue text indicate sencha’s messages. purple text indicate y/n's messages.

˚₊ ꒰ sen’s statement(s) 𝄁︎ you’re more than likely to find my oc’s information here along with the rest of them. sencha’s a rusted gem, so polish him up a bit before handling him for me, ‘kay?

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is your next-door neighbor and a close friend sitting in his coniferous garden, plucking a bourbon rose while playing a silly little game of “she loves me, she loves me not” even though he’s received the “not” end a plethora of times. yet, he’s not letting up, believing that he needs to try different flowers causing her to sit in a pile of flower petal …

“they love me… they love me so not… they love me! i knew i just have to try harder to get them to understand…this is perfect! next step is buying them a ring one day!”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who gives you different herbs for teas and restoratives daily in order to keep you healthy and nourished! because there’s no telling what pharmacists are putting in those lousy pills we call pain killers of yours. anything to keep you living for as long as…forever! …

“gingko can be used as antioxidants, but please don’t take too much, okay? actually, i’ll divide them into perfect amounts. i’ll make sure that you’re never ever sick, bee…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who studies plants and flowers to the point where he lacks so much sleep just to perfect bouquets for you. he’s up taking the time to tell you each and every individual meaning and fact behind each flower and why it reminds him of you. heliotropes to symbolize his eternal devotion towards you, amaranths to immortalize his love for you, and calla lilies to represent your magnificent beauty.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who also plants your favorite fruits and vegetables, don’t wanna get poisoned ones from grocery stores, they could be contaminated and make you sick! (even though part of him wishes for it to happen so he has an excuse to take care of you).

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who tears up at the sight of your excitement when you planted a flower of your own in a garden he built just for you. the bud was emerging from the soil and seeing you geeking over the fact that your flower was actually growing made his heart swell up with pride and mental adulation. word on the street says if he ever feels gloomy, he thinks about that moment and falls asleep with the biggest smile on his face.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is easy to please. a pat on the head washes away his frantic mind. a kiss on the cheek causes him to short circuit and never wash away the area on his cheek you’ve kissed. a simple thank you and the slightest smile makes his stomach do backflips, stammering over his words before he simply just closed his mouth and nodded frantically, his body bursting with tingles that feels like butterflies in the breeze.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who gets very slick-mouthed and petty when you invite someone over and you don’t have time for him. you would think you would get used to his mouth, let alone him getting used to you being around other people, and yet he still behaves in such a way, and somehow he gets more blunt …

“flower boy, where are your cups?”

“oh? they’re really lame did the person you chatted with not have any? how could they not find y/n the tallest glass in the world?”

“if they did, i wouldn’t have asked you.”

“they seemed to have pretty big cups, honey… ones that you couldn’t keep your eyes off o-”

“ALRIGHT.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who does/shows you everything for your validation and approval because without it he’s wilting in despair. he worked so hard on his flower pressed portrait and surprised you with it with the happiest (yet hopeful) smile. he, once again, leaped joyously when you beamed and praised him, giggling while hiding his face behind the painting, which caused only his blushed ears to be the star of the scene.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who has a personal notebook that pertains to you and questions he wants to ask you when he finally has the courage to. he writes in it especially when you’re around to remember and study all the things you tell about yourself; it just looks like he’s studying another flower, but instead coming up with more ways to please you and learn all about you.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! whose heartbeat was the only thing he could hear when your first flower you planted was the one he gave to you as a welcoming to the neighborhood. a potted marigold which you gifted him blithely and nostalgically. you then burst into laughter when he began with the waterworks, awwing him when he embraced you so suddenly, your feet lifting from the ground during the process …

“y-you’re the absolute kindest! thank you so much, y/n… you’re really a godsend… no, i’m being sincere! they’re so clueless it’s so cute i mean… just look at you! i wouldn’t want anything else in the universe, not even life itself…not a single flower…”

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 1 year

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Clan of Three - Chapter 6

Chapter Six: The Reckoning

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 6.3K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, character death

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It was a normal rhythm on the Crest, Mando flies the ship while you care for the child or do anything else he needs you to do. But after a while, it was getting repetitive. “So I can learn to fly a ship?” You ask as you spoonfeed the child some porridge. You were making faces at the child to have him accept the food he was dodging.

“No,” Mando responds focusing on the large galaxy as he flies the ship. The child throws his hands out hitting the spoon the porridge hits your face making you close your eyes in disgust.

“Come on what if you’re off doing some bounty and you need the Crest? Can’t help you if I don’t know how to fly a ship.” You say using part of the cloak around your shoulders to wipe the food off your face the child giggling. He glances back at you before looking forward.

“You’re not flying the Crest.” He says and you frown looking over at the child.

A ding fills the cockpit and you look over seeing a message received. Mando presses a button and appearing on the hologram was the man from Nevarro. The one who gave the bounty to Mando to find you two. Greef.

“My friend, if you are receiving this transmission, that means you are alive,” He says and you all are silent watching it, “You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive too. I guess we can call it even. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. The man who hired you is still here, and his ranks of ex-Imperial guards have grown. They have imposed despotic rule over my city, which has impeded the livelihood of the Guild. We consider him an enemy, but we cannot get close enough to take him out. If you would consider one last commission, I will very much make it worth your while. You have been successful so far in staving off their hunters, but they will not stop until they have their prizes.” He explains.

“So, here is my proposition. Return to Nevarro. Bring the children as bait. I will arrange an exchange and provide loyal Guild members as protection. Once we get near the client, you kill him, and we both get what we want. If you succeed, you keep the children and I will have your name cleared with the Guild, for a man of honor should not be forced to live in exile. I await your arrival with optimism.” The message ends and you look over at Mando, this has trap written all over it.

“What are we gonna do?” You ask and he’s quiet trying to think this through. He could continue running through the galaxy but it would only be time until one bounty hunter does succeed. Or he can accept this offer and provide you both with a better life. The Crest jolts forward entering hyperspace as you pick up the child putting him in his cradle not wanting to eat anymore, “Mando…where are we going?”

“To see a friend.”

The familiar planet of Sorgan appears once you left hyperspace. Returning to the planet only brought many pleasant memories as well as the sadness of having to leave after being there for a while. Mando holds the child in his satchel as you enter the common house where you hear a commotion. Catching just the end of the fight seeing Cara Dune choking out a man before he taps out. Half of the crowd cheers the others are disappointed with their bets.

“Pay up, mudscuffers!” Cara yells out holding her hands up as she comes over to people who drop credits into her palm, “Come on. That's mine, thank you. All right, thank you.” Once she’s finished she turns to spot the three of you a grin growing on her face as Mando calls out to her,

“Looking for some work?”

The four of you sat around a table as Mando explains the offer, “It seems like a straightforward operation. They're providing the plan and firepower. I'm the snare. With the kids? That's why I'm coming to you.”

“I don't know. I've been advised to lay low,” Cara shakes her head not appealing to the job, “If anybody runs my chain code, I'll rot in a cell for the rest of my life.”

“I thought you were a veteran.” You ask and Cara looks down nursing the drink,

“I've been a lot of things since. Most of them carry a life sentence. If I so much as book passage on a ship registered to the New Republic, I'm-”

“I have a ship. I can bring you there and back with a handsome reward.” Mando cuts her off, “You can live free of worry.”

Cara chuckles downing the rest of her drink, “I'm already free of worry, and I'm not in the mood to play soldier anymore. Especially fighting some local warlord.”

“He's not a local warlord.” Mando says, “He's Imperial.”

You see the look of hesitation wipe off her face upon hearing the empire’s involvement,

“I'm in.”

Aboard the Crest, the child resting in the cockpit, while you all are in the main hull, “Does your contact need to vet me?” Cara asks

“Doesn't know you're coming,” Mando says.

“Really? That could be a problem.” Cara says looking at Mando who shakes his head.

“It won't.”

“But if it is, that's his problem,” Mando adds in and Cara looks over at where the cockpit is.

“He all right up there alone?”

Mando barely glances at the cockpit you had put down the child for a nap, “Yeah. Pick one.”

Mando opens a compartment revealing the weapons, Cara grabs a large blaster feeling the weight, and you grab your blaster and knife holstering them.

“Looks like you’re taking care of yourself,” Cara smirks at you. You were cleaned up gained some muscles you looked like you could protect yourself. You weren’t some scared kid who didn’t even know how to use a blaster. Cocking the blaster familiarizing herself with it, “You trust the contact?”

“Not particularly,” Mando says remembering the large battle on Nevarro, “He and I had a run-in last time I was there on some Guild business.”

“So then why are we going?” Cara asks, if they weren’t on the best of terms this wasn’t going to be well.

“I don't have a choice. You saw what happened on Sorgan. They'll keep sending hunters.” Mando says glancing over at you. Hearing the gunshot had struck fear deep into him. He had tried to keep the both of you at a distance but then Tatooine and you both had cracked down his walls, “They will never be safe until the Imp is dead.”

“And you're okay with bringing them back there?” Cara asks and Mando looks down,

“Not really. That's why I'm bringing you.”

The Crest veers sharply making you all slide to the other side. The alarms go off the lights flash red. You push yourself off the wall having slammed into it as you all scramble to get to the cockpit. You quickly snatch the child as Mando jumps into the seat stabilizing the ship. You all sigh, Cara leaning against the wall, Mando sagging in his seat. You look down at the child giggling in your arms holding the ball from the lever.

“We need someone to watch that thing.” Cara says and you nod, “You got anyone you can trust?”

The desert planet of Arvala-7 when you first met Mando and started this entire journey was quick to greet you as you return to a familiar moisture farm. You see Kuiil tending to the blurrgs as you all exit the Crest.

“It hasn't grown much,” Kuiil looks at the child before looking at you, “This one is looking grown, you stand tall now.” You don’t know what to take from the comment but nod anyway.

“I think it might be a Strand-Cast.” Mando says and Kuiil shakes his head as he leads you all into his home,

“I don't think it was engineered. I've worked in gene farms. This one looks evolved. Too ugly,” Kuiil then points over at Cara, “This one, on the other hand, looks like she was farmed in the Cytocaves of Nora.”

“This is Cara Dune. She was a shock trooper.” Mando introduces Cara.

“You were a Dropper?” Kuiil says his eyes noticing the tattoo band around her arm

“Did you serve?” Cara asks and Kuiil looks disappointed.

“On the other side, I'm afraid. But I'm proud to say that I paid out my clan's debt, and now I serve no one but myself.” Kuiil says the five of you surround a small table listening to him.

“Would anyone care for some tea?” A robotic voice calls out and the three of you whip out your blasters and point them at the droid. Mando is familiar with the IG-11 that should be dead.

“Please lower your blasters. He will not harm you.” Kuiil steps in front of the droid protecting it.

“That thing is programmed to kill the kids,” Mando says sharply and Kuiil defends it

“Not anymore. It was left behind in the wake of your destruction. I found it laying where it fell. Devoid of all life. I recovered the flotsam and staked it as my own in accordance with the Charter of the New Republic. Little remained of its neural harness. Reconstruction was quite difficult...but not impossible. It had to learn everything from scratch. This is something that cannot be taught with the twist of a spanner,” Kuiil explains the remaking of the droid, “It requires patience and repetition. I spent day after day reinforcing its development with patience and affirmation. It developed a personality as its experiences grew.”

Mando still distrusts the droid but lowers his blaster and you all holster yours, “Is it still a hunter?”

“No. But it will protect.” Kuiil says as the droid steps forward holding a small kettle,

“Tea?” You go to raise your cup to get a drink but Mando puts his hand out stopping you. You give him a look before putting your cup down and shaking your head.

“I've run into some problems.” Mando starts and Kuiil rolls his eyes. “I figured as much. Why else would you return?”

“I wanna hire your services.” He asks and Kuiil refuses standing up,

“I'm retired from service.” “I can pay you handsomely, Ugnaught.”

“I have a name. It is Kuiil.” Kuiil gives him a look and Mando sighs,

“I need someone to protect the little one, Kuiil.” The job was not something he expected, maybe battle but not babysitting a child.

“I'm not suited for such work. I can reprogram IG-11 for nursing and protocol.”

“No.” Mando says glaring at the droid that is innocently washing some dishes, “I don't want that droid anywhere near him or the girl.”

“Why're you so distrustful of droids?” Kuiil questions him and Mando is still glaring at the droid.

“It tried to kill them both.” You look over at the droid, you couldn’t picture it trying to kill you it’s programing must have been completely different before meeting Kuiil.

“It was programmed to do so. Droids are not good or bad. They are neutral reflections of those who imprint them.” Kuiil explains but Mando’s anti-droid sentiment runs deep.

“I've seen otherwise.”

“Do you trust me?” Kuiil asks and Mando looks over at his first alley since this mission.

“From what I can tell, yes.”

“Then you will trust my work. IG-11 will join me. And we do it not for payment, but to protect the children from Imperial slavery. None will be free until the old ways are gone forever.” Kuiil says moving towards the doors, ”And the blurrgs will join me as well.”

“The blurrgs?” Mando questions but Kuiil is already out the door.

“I have spoken.”

The cargo hold carries three penned blurrgs as the rest of you are in the hull as the ship on autopilot travels to Nevarro. “I got you, Mando.” Cara grins the two of them engaged in an arm wrestle, “Care to double the bet?” You see Cara beginning to overpower Mando.

“Come on Mando!” You cheer him on as he tries to gain control over the shock trooper who was so close to winning. A heavy weight rest on your chest as you freeze in place before you see Cara let out a gasp of air her hands grabbing her throat, trying to pull off the invisible hands squeezing her throat. You look over at the child holding his hand out tightly in a fist.

“No! No, no! Stop! We're friends, we're friends. Cara is my friend!” Mando grabs the child distracting his concentration and you grab Cara as the air reenters her lungs.

“That is not okay!” She wheezes out coughing trying to catch her breath while you tend to her.

“Hmm. Very curious,” Kuiil says examining the child who is innocently watching on unaware the thing he did was bad.

“Curious? It almost killed me!” Cara pointed at the child before waving you off and you return to your seat looking at the child as well. You’ve never seen anything like that before, it felt dark not the comforting feeling you felt when you would reach out.

“The story you told me of the mudhorn now makes more sense,” Kuiil says looking at the child who is happily in Mando’s arms and he looks down at the child briefly glancing at you.

“What is it? What it is, I don't know.” Cara asks confused about the information hidden from her that it seems that everyone but her knew of.

“But what it does, this...This I've heard rumors of.” Kuiil says stroking his chin in thought.

“What? When you worked for the Empire?” Cara says giving a look at Kuiil who gives an angry look back.

“When I was sold to the Empire, in indentured servitude.” He defends his claim,

“Yet somehow, you walk free,” Cara questions him.

“I bought my freedom through the skill of my hands and the labor of three of your human lifetimes. Do not cast doubt upon that of what I am nor whom I shall serve.” Kuiil explains that life involved with the empire was not something simple to live with.

“Tell you what. I could really use your craftwork right now. Can you pad this container so the child can sleep better?” Mando asks looking over at the cradle that the child had been using since Sorgan.

“I shall fabricate a better one. Then perhaps this Dropper can see how one can win their freedom with the skill of one's hands.” Kuiil says looking at Cara before heading off to already build.

“So, we're going to Nevarro?” Cara says and Mando nods,

“Have you ever been?” You ask and Cara shakes her head,

“No. We lost a lot of our forces there. The city's dug in pretty deep. No cover when you drop in. It stayed in Empire control 'till the end of the war.” She explains you weren’t surprised having seen the landscape yourself.

“The warlord we're taking out was an Imperial officer,” Mando says describing the target.

“What station?” Cara questions but Mando shrugs as the four of you enter the cockpit, Mando placing the child in his cradle as he retakes control of the ship.

“Hard to tell. No insignia anymore. I took out the safehouse when I snatched the kids. More Imps have reinforced since,” He says, “There's something more going on.”

“Maybe. We'll find out more when we land.” Cara says and the door behind you opens revealing IG-11 holding a tray of food.

“I have prepared a second meal. Would you care to be served here or below?” He asks you all but Mando cuts in.

“We’re not hungry.” The door quickly closes and he points outside, “Under no circumstances does that thing leave the ship.”

“You got a real thing for droids, don't you?” Cara asks, leaning against the wall while Mando is stiff in his seat.

“I got a real thing for that droid,” Mando responds coldly.

“But Kuiil said he rewired it.” You bring up. Sure you were defending the droid that did try to kill you but it had been reprogrammed. It wasn’t the same one as before.

“That droid was designed to kill things. I don't care how much wiring he replaced. It goes against its nature.” Mando says giving you a look before facing forward.

“Well, it shouldn't be a long job anyway,” Cara says trying to make him feel slightly better, “We take out the head Imp, the rest will run like rats.”

Arriving on Nevarro you all exit the ship minus IG-11 the child is now in its new pram that hovers beside you all. You saddle up behind Mando only having three blurrgs making your way towards the coordinates Greef had given. When you spot the dark-skinned man standing beside three other bounty hunters.

“Sorry for the remote rendezvous, Mando, but things have gotten complicated since you were last here.” He says looking at Cara and Kuiil haven’t seen you being behind Mando, “It appears that introductions are in order. It seems we've both provided a security detail. I recommend the shock trooper guards the ship. These lava fields are lousy with Jawas.” He looks at Cara and motions for her to be on the ship.

“She's coming with me,” Mando says

“But the town is now run by ex-Empire. If a Rebel Dropper is with us, they'll all get their hackles up.” Greef explains, their plan could go up in flames so quickly.

“She's coming,” Mando repeats not backing down and Greef sighs,

“Fine. Fine. At least cover your tattoo. No need to flaunt it,” Cara gives a glare to Greef as he claps his hands together, “Now, where are the little ones?” You’re sliding off the Blurrg and Mando gives you a look and you return one, ‘I’ll be fine.’ You step forward as the pram follows beside you until you’re in front of Greef. You eye the three bounty hunters around him as they watch you. You rest your hands on your belt and the pram opens up showing the child.

“So, this little bogwing is what all the fuss was about. What a precious little creature. I can see why you didn't want to harm a hair on its wrinkled little head.” He pulls the child up from its cradle looking closer at it before putting back and the pram slams shut returning to Mando’s side. Greef looks over at you smiling, “It’s a pleasure meeting you again.”

“Surprised you’re still alive.” You respond looking over him as he laughs patting his chest where you had shot him.

“If I wasn’t protected things would be different. You’re a decent shot.” He says and you smirk crossing your arms.

“First time using a blaster call it luck.” You see the flash of surprise in his eyes as he lets out a dry chuckle.

“Quite lucky indeed.” He says and you return to Mando accepting his hand as he pulls you back up onto the blurrg, Well, I'm glad this matter will be put to rest once and for all. The sun drops fast on Nevarro. We can walk for a spell, camp out at the riverbank, then make our way into town at first light.”

Traveling across the open plains of Nevarro the dark earth with rivers of lava being your light as it grows darker and when you reach the riverbank you make camp. A fire was set up in the middle as you all were split. Greef and his group were on one side of the fire while Mando was on the other. You rip pieces of meat that you all hunted down giving some to the child and eating yourself.

“I guess the little bugger's a carnivore.” Greef says watching the two of you with Mando beside him the flames reflecting off the beskar armor, “Never seen anything like it. They were ready to pay a king's ransom for that thing and the girl. Must be for some kind of highfalutin menagerie.”

“Let's go over the plan again.” Mando switches the conversation the two going over the plan as you listen using your knife to cut up pieces of meat.

“We both enter the common house. We show the client the bait. We join him at the table. And you kill him.” Greef says and Mando listens silently.

“Tell me about his reinforcements.”

“They're all ex-Empire. As soon as they lose their paycheck, poof, they'll all scatter.” Greef explains the guards the client might have.

“And what if they don't?” Mando says not convinced.

“They will.” “That's not good enough,” Mando says still skeptical about the plan.

“If for argument's sake, a few of them don't realize that I'm their best path to alternative employment and they elect to react impulsively, then these three fine Guild Hunters, along with that battle-hardened shock trooper, will cut down anyone who bucks,” Greef says and you could see the hesitation in the Mandalorian.

“How many will there be?”

“No more than four. He travels with, at most, a Fire Team. Trust me.” Greef smiles looking out into the fire the night relatively quiet around you.

“Nothing can go wrong.”

Swooping down a massive creature digs its teeth into Greef’s arm as he lets out a cry. More winged beasts attack you all as blasters are brought out and shots sent out into the night. Roars from the creatures as you shoot blindly into the night. They would swoop in and you would see them with the flames when they were too close for comfort. One of them scoops up one of the blurrgs flying off as another grabs one of Greef’s bounty hunters. A hand grabs your arm pulling you out of the way from claws as Mando brings you to him both of you back to back shooting at any that draw too close to you. Another tries flying off with a blurrg but is shot down but the animal is hit by friendly fire. You fire out and Mando swings his arm out his flamethrower lighting up the night some of the creatures get hit by the flames as they fly off into the night. Settling your heart, hands still clutching your blaster.

“He's hurt badly,” Cara says kneeling beside Greef who is covered in sweat the wound on his arm brutal.

“I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Ow!” He tries waving off but when Cara examines the wound he winces.

“Hold still. They got you good.” She says and you see the bite mark but underneath his skin a dark color spreading through his body,

“How bad?”

“Bad. The poison's spreading fast.” She says already pulling out a medpac working on him.

“So this... This is how it happens.” Greef leans back looking up already accepting death.

“Don't be so dramatic. I need another medpac! Got any other medpacs? Anyone?” She shouts looking at everyone but none of you carried one.

“I'm guessing that's a ‘no’,” Greef says you could hear the fear in his voice knowing death was so close but he hadn’t expected it now.

“It's still spreading,” Cara says trying to figure out another way and you see the child slowly coming over.

“This isn't working. Get this thing outta here.” Greef says trying to shoo away the child who stands beside him reaching his hand out.

“Wait,” Mando calls out as the child’s hand hovers over the wound and Greef tries moving away,

“He's trying to eat me.”

A calming weight returns to your chest making you take a step back bumping into Mando’s chest and he holds you in place, you watch as the feeling spreads across the area feeling the heat of the flames, each ember burning out, the wind rolling over you, as it pulls into Greef’s arm. You watch poison retreat from spreading returning to the bite before the skin starts to stitch itself back together. The mangled flesh is smooth as the child falls back onto its butt tried out. Greef runs his hands across his flesh believing it to be fake as you all try to understand what had happened.

It had been a tense night following that both the child and yourself were asleep. You were laying beside Mando your head resting beside his leg and he had removed his cape attached to his armor draping it over you to protect you from the cold. Many thoughts ran through his head as he took the first shift watching over the sleeping group. He had seen many things before but the things he’s seen both you and the child do he couldn’t describe. Lift creatures multiple times your size, push people feet away without having to touch them, bend and destroy metal with the move of their hand, and suck the air out of someone without having to be near them. All these things he couldn’t explain as some trick but something unnatural..something that didn’t make sense to him. Was this what made you so important to the empire? Were you created in a lab, genetically made to do things no man could do? Those kept him up even when his shift was over as he slept.

“You think they're having second thoughts?” Mando says to Cara as all of you minus Kuiil walk. Losing two of the blurrgs left the three of you to walk.

“Could be,” Cara says while you followed Greef and his men behind you.

“I need your eyes.” Mando says and Cara nods, “I'm watching.” You reach a ridge overlooking the city that you remember escaping from.

“I guess this is it,” Greef says turning back to you and none of you can see the blaster pointed at Mando, Cara, and Kuiil. Greef pulls out two blasters shooting past you three as you pull out your own. The bolts hit the two bounty hunters as they hit the ground. “There's something you should know. The plan was to kill you and take the kids.” Your blasters are still pointed at him as he tries to defend himself his guns already put away holding his hands up.

“But after what happened last night, I couldn't go through with it. Go on. You can gun me down here and now and it wouldn't violate the Code. But if you do, these children will never be safe.” Greef says pointing at the cradle holding the child and yourself.

“We'll take our chances,” Cara says her finger resting on the trigger.

“The Imperial client is obsessed with obtaining these assets.” Greef tries to convince you all “You tried to run, but where did it get you?” He wasn’t wrong everywhere you went you were always recognized or being hunted down by a bounty hunter same with the child.

“This is ridiculous,” Cara says not wanting to hear anymore.

“Perhaps you should let him speak,” Kuiil says making you all listen to Greef,

“Listen, we both need the client to be eliminated. Let me take the children to him and then you three…” Greef says coming up with a new plan.

“No. Let's just kill him and get outta here.” Cara cuts him off but Mando speaks up.

“He's right.”

“What are you doing?” Cara gives him a look as he holsters his blaster and you lower yours.

“As long as the Imp lives, he'll send hunters after the children,” Mando says looking at you and then at the pram.

“It's a trap.” Cara tries warning him and Mando steps forward holding his wrist out.

“Bring me.” Greef gives him a look. “Bring you?”

“Tell him you captured me. Get me close to him and I'll kill him.” Mando says and Greef nods liking this plan.

“That's a good idea. Give me your blaster.” Greef says and Cara looks at the two like they were insane,

“This is insane.”

“It's the only way,” Mando says looking at her and she groans holstering her blaster,

“Well, I'm coming with you.”

“No, no, no. That would make them suspicious.” Greef says shaking his head not liking these added elements.

“I don't care. I'm coming.” Cara says stepping forward.

“Tell them she caught me,” Mando adds

“Fine. Then she can bring the children.” Greef says and Mando disagrees.

“No. The kid goes back in the ship.” Mando says pointing at the child in the pram.

“But without both of the children, none of this works!” Greef says and Mando shakes his head going over to the pram and pulling out the child.

“I have a plan. Kuiil, ride back to the Razor Crest with the child and seal yourself in. When you're inside, engage ground security protocols. Nothing on this planet will breach those doors.” Mando hands off the child to Kuiil who wraps him in a blanket. Before passing a commlink, “Here's a comlink.”

“I will keep the child safe.” Kuiil says getting ready to leave before looking at Cara, “Don't forget to cover your stripes.” Before setting the blurrg into motion with a crack and the four of you head towards Nevarro. Mando pulls out two pairs of cuffs clipping a pair onto your wrists, before handing off your blaster and knife to Cara and giving his blaster to Greef putting on his cuffs. The four of you walk towards the front gate of the town before being stopped by scout troopers leaning against speeder bikes.

“Chain code?” One of them asks

“I have a gift for the boss.” Greef motions to the two restrained individuals you glare at one of the troopers.

“Chain code?” The other one repeats before Greef sighs pulling out a card that is scanned.

The other trooper looks at Mando before speaking to Greef, “I'll give you 20 credits for the helmet.”

“Ha-ha! Not a chance. That's going on my wall.” Greef laughs pointing at the helmet and Mando looks over at him

“On your wall?” He whispers, “Go with it.” Greef grits back before the trooper holds out his chain code nodding forward.

“Go ahead.”

Cara nudges you forward as you all enter Nevarro City, you instantly take into account a large number of stormtroopers in the town.

“You said four. There are more than four troopers.” Mando hisses and Greef keeps his head straight.

“Four guarding the client. Many more here in town. Things got really heated once Mando crashed the safe house.” He explains and Cara gives him a look,

“Slip him his blaster.” Greef shakes his head as you appear in front of a new building.

“Not yet.” He says walking towards the door, “Here we are.” You enter seeing a cantina and inside like he said only four troopers and seated at the table the old man from before. “You see? Four. Look what I brought you. As promised.” Greef holds his hand out pushing you forward that almost has you stumbling and you throw a glare back at him and Mando steps forward as well as the empty pram.

“What exquisite craftsmanship. It is amazing how beautiful beskar can be when forged by its ancestral artisans. Can I offer you a libation to celebrate the closing of our shared narrative?” The client holds his hand out to the table and Greef nods.

“I would be obliged.” Someone that wasn’t familiar grabs your arm pulling you away from the three of them your eyes widen as you are brought to sit beside the client. You could feel the gaze he was giving to you and one of the troopers grabs your hair pulling your head to the side as you give the three of them a look. You could see the hardened look on both their faces but your gaze was focused on Mando’s. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you just wanted to throw them all off you and crush the client’s throat with your hands.

‘Relax..breathe’ You could feel Mando’s words through his mask even though he said nothing. You wince feeling a prick on your neck from the same machine and when it beeps flashing red the trooper shows it to the client who nods satisfied. You glare at the trooper,

“Bastard.” You hiss out and a fire spreads across your face your head snaps to the other side. The backhand from the trooper glares back at you has Mando almost jumping across the table if it weren’t for the look Greef was giving to him. You blink away the tears feeling the metallic liquid fill your mouth. The client laughs and you can smell his awful breath from beside you as your gaze is glued to the table.

“Still as feisty as before.” He looks at Greef and Mando holding his hand out to the seat in front of you, “Please sit. It is a shame that your people suffered so.” He starts signaling the droid working the bar to fetch them a drink, Cara stands beside Mando and Greef, “Just as in this situation, it was all avoidable. Why did Mandalore resist our expansion? The Empire improves every system it touches. Judge by any metric. Safety, prosperity, trade, opportunity, peace. Compare Imperial rule to what is happening now. Look outside. Is the world more peaceful since the revolution? I see nothing but death and chaos.” He goes off on a tangent before taking a sip of his drink Greef’s drink is still filled in front of him.

“I would like to see the baby.” He says and you all freeze looking at the pram knowing it was empty.

“Uh...It is asleep.” Greef says slowly and the man nods but still pushes,

“We all will be quiet. Open the pram.” He says and Greef slowly moves toward the pram to open, was it all going to be over so soon, the plan foiled? A trooper comes over whispering in the client’s ear and he nods before standing, “Don't think me to be rude. I must take this call.” He steps away towards the bar as the four of you are left to your devices with the troopers not paying attention.

“Give me the blaster,” Mando whispers and you see their arms move under the table.

“You get one shot,” Greef whispers as you look between them in front of you and who the client was contacting.

“This is bad. You said four.” Cara whisper shouts thinking about having to fight their way out of this.

“Well, there are more. What can I tell you?” Greef says back and you see the call come through to him

“Yes, Moff Gideon?” The client says and you can’t help but feel an uncertainty that covers the air.

“Have they brought the children?” A voice comes through the hologram and the unease continues to fill you more.

“Yes, they have. Currently, one of them is sleeping.” The client nods looking back at the still-closed pram.

“You may wanna check again.” He says and the unease that was weighing you down comes bursting through. Blaster bolts fire into the cantina window and you instantly dive back the table knocking over as Mando pulls you towards him his free hands instantly undoing your bindings and Cara slides you your blaster and knife. The rapid blaster fire comes to a halt and you peek around the corner seeing the client and troopers dead.

“Four stormtroopers?” Cara says pushing herself against a pillar, Greef on the other side beside the bar away from the window while Mando is further in with you beside him. “This is bad.”

“Kuiil? Are you back to the ship yet?” Mando pulls out his comm and there’s no response, “Are you there? Do you copy?”

“Yes!” Kuiil responds and you sigh in relief.

“Are you back to the ship yet?” Mando asks and Kuiil says not yet, “Get back to the ship and bail. Get the kid out of here.” Mando yells unaware of the conversation being intercepted by two scout troopers who race off into the plains.

“We're pinned down!” Greef says to you all as it’s quiet outside and you peek outside seeing a row of troopers in black armor and rows upon rows of regular troopers.

“Shit..” You mumble before the sound of a Tie-Fighter flies over the building and the loud sound of it landing before you hear footsteps that stop in front of the window.

“You have something I want.” A man’s voice shouts out as you all stand in the cantina.

“Who's this guy?” Cara says trying to get a better look at the guy, the uneasiness and weight were getting to you just feeling this man’s presence.

“You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of, but you do not.” He speaks up again and Mando yells back into the comm.

“Kuiil, are you back on the ship yet? They're onto us! Kuiil, come in!” Mando yells as nothing comes through on your end.

“In a few moments, they will be mine.” The man calls out.

“Kuiil! Do you copy? Kuiil!” Mando can’t ignore the fear in his chest, if they get the child and with how many enemies were out there they would get you as well.

“They mean more to me than you will ever know.”

You feel a tightness in your chest feeling the loss and feeling of failure…Kuiil.

“Kuiil! Are you there? Come in, Kuiil….Kuiil, come in. Do you copy? Kuiil? Kuiil!”

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Hey! Its my first time sending an ask hehe~ I just wanted to say that you’re such an amazing writer and your series are just sooooo good!!! 😍😍😍 I started getting into your account when I came across the smau for MRE and HHP and I gotta say, you got me hooked so bad onto Heethan that I end up loving all your Hee-leads so far! I’m so invested in HHP, SE7EN, DT and now TO! I’m honestly so excited to read a new chapter everytime you post hahaha! 🤭🤭

The main reason I wanted to send you this is cuz I’ve been having super stressful and bad days these past few days and its mainly cuz its my final year in college, final semester and final week actually 😅 and there’s just like sooo many final preparations needed to be done for my big final year project (having my big presentation today! soooo nervous) and its just been too much and too overwhelming for me and I didn’t wanna bother anyone with my anxiousness so I’ve been keeping it all to myself and having slight panic attacks and just started having random breakdowns as I complete my assignments. Reading your series, whether its new chapters or just rereading older ones have given me comfort, like I really felt alone but its like Heethan, Heelel and the Heebros have become my comfort characters. It’s just been so overwhelming for me and I didn’t wanna bother my family with it, I only have one other friend that I trust with my whole life but rarely see her, we’re all busy and I just felt like I’m falling behind in everything. Even though the Hee-leads might be like crazy obsessed with the reader, its like I really needed them in my life just to have someone to drop everything just to hold and comfort me anytime life becomes too much for me. I’m actually crying while writing this to you hahaha… it just feels like everyone around me is moving so fast and I’m stuck at the back picking myself up just because I feel so overwhelmed and anxious easily. Turning 20 this year is another thing that has me feeling afraid of adulthood, my mum is pressuring me into getting a job immediately once I graduate but I just feel like I’m not ready, or I’m just not ready to give up my teenage freedom and socialise professionally. Being such an introvert and shy and always thinking I’m just dumb and cant do work without help has been holding me back from wanting to grow and enjoy this new chapter in life.

So sorry for this long ass rant but i just really needed to let you know how much your stories, your Hee-leads have been keeping me going. Excited for the next chapters of your series! Hope you’re having a great day❣️

Omg so....I LOVE THIS.....this is so heartwarming and thank you for sharing it with me. Also, thank you for discovering my blog so you can write this to me, bc as you may have figured, receiving asks are just....its so nice. its a nice and wonderful surprise to hear from readers interesting in my work, wanting to know more about the characters and so forth. I am just beyond touched that heethan, heelel, and heebrows have made their way into your heart and to provide you comfort. in fact, reading your message had reminded me of a piece that i had started to draft (it was originally supposed to be a part of one of the HHP chapters but i never went through with it) but i still had it in my folders so after i finished reading your message, I decided to go back and actually finish it and format it specifically for you as y/n. I hope you like it. <3

Heeseung's Message.....

MDNI18+ content below the line.

Warnings: mentions of losing loved ones, fears and worries about the future, smut, car smut, unprotected smut, some....just some sadness....its a very heartwarming and touching piece.

"What's wrong baby?"

Noting how silent you were in the car, right after he picked you up, Heeseung rubbed your thigh, gently shifting your skirt upwards as he softly slid his hand up and down, enveloping you with warmth and comfort. "Something on your mind pretty baby?"

Placing your hand on his, you grabbed hold semi-tightly, keeping your gaze out at the window. You were hesitant at first, noting that Heeseung had a busy schedule of his own, was on his way of finishing his last year in college, aiding his professors, and of course, there was you....picking you up from classes, dropping you off every morning, taking you wherever you needed to go. You appreciated it but the man had completely devoted his time to everything else, you felt it selfish to bring any matters up to him....feeling that whatever time he did have left within the evening, he should at least have it for himself.

"It's nothing." You sighed out.

Glancing over to you, he furrowed his brows and quickly shifted the wheel, stirring the car over to a nearby parking lot on one of the campus buildings.

"What are you....?" raising up in your seat, you looked around before turning your gaze over to Heeseung, who steered the wheel with one hand and in a smooth motion, parked the car. Unbuckling his seatbelt, his gaze meets with yours before he reaches up and places his hand behind your head, softly grabbing onto your hair as he leans in and rests his forehead against yours.

"Whats wrong? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you? I wanna know. Tell me, y/n."

His eyes were wide and his expression was fierce with rage, however, before he further ventured off into a spiraling path of unhinged presumptions, you reached up and latched your fingers onto his collar, placing a dainty kiss on his lips. "Its not that....I promise nothing like that happened."

Raising his brows and tilting his head, he releases the gentle grip he had on your hair, and replaced it with a soft, petting motion. "Then why are you being so quiet? You seem upset, what is it?"

Looking down at the console for just a second, you raise your sights once more to meet his and began talking.

".....Are you ever scared about the future, Heeseung?"

His face was taken slightly aback as he raised both brows and looked at you with an intent look.

"Is that what this is about? Are you feeling overwhelmed about moving?"

Shaking your head, you looked down once more as you shyly clarified. "Nooo.....its not just that....its more..."

"Like what baby?"

"Like....after the moving.....finishing college, being in an unfamiliar country, not knowing anybody, making new friends, meeting your family, being apart from mine, learning a new language, finding a job after college, and what if I have to do more college? Or ...." pausing, you caught yourself drifting in verbal thought.

"Or....?" He draws out as he bids you to finish your statement.

"Or........what if....what if something happens and we........you know.....what if we just...."

Squinting his eyes slightly, his expression looked a little irked as he rolled his tongue in his mouth. "That's never going to happen y/n. You know that."

"Yeah but....."

"But what?" Slightly annoyed, he closed his eyes for a second, tilted his chin down, and lifted his lids to expose a rather stern and rather angry look. Yet the moment he saw that your eyes began to glisten, shining like diamonds as the tears started to build up, you looked down once more, unable to look him square in the eye as you felt the first tear break free and drip down on the leather padding of the console.

Watching as you faintly sobbed, he nearly felt his heart break into two. He gasped out a faint breath as he reached over with his other hand and cupped your face, no longer expressing a look of annoyance.

"Hey......why? What's making you think that way? Am I not showing you enough love? You know whatever it is you want, all you have to do is tell me and I'll make it happen."

"Its not that i just........there's just some things we can't predict about the future Heeseung......what if some day......what if you stop loving me......or worse.....what if something happens and I no longer have you? What if....just.......you never know.....is it wrong for me to hope for the best, but expect the worse? Because...you know that life can be so unfair some times....and I....I....I'm scared because....I dont even know....what I'm scared of sometimes. I wake up every single morning not even knowing how to live life because there's so many things that I think about....so many things that are thrown at me all at once and I just.....I feel like sometimes......I might fail......I feel like sometimes.....I will let you down.......I feel like its not the world, its me.........its me that's broken, not you or anyone else."

You gasped out tears and soft cries as you spoke straight from the heart. For the first time, Heeseung had sincerely considered if going to Korea was the best option, at least just for a second before he reminded himself of the future that he had waiting for him.....a future that would allow him to continue to keep you....safe....and with him.

Shifting his sights around on the floor bed of the car, his thumbs stroke your cheeks, wiping away the continuous flow of tears that were now coming down harder than before. Gulping down a hard swallow, he turns back to face you.

"Baby.........look at me....please look at me."

Looking up into his gaze, your eyes red, swollen, with eyelashes drenched and your face stained with wet trails of all your fears leaving their mark. With a soft smile, he calmly speaks.

"You're right.....that is tough. There's a lot that we can't control in the future....its precarious, and we're literally just pawns on the board of this silly game called life, where God and the universe are taking turns making each move. It can be cruel, unfair, and tormenting. Its something that we can either overcome with great strife and hard work."

"But what happens if we work so hard and it.....it just doesnt work out? What if everything just falls apart Heeseung?"

"We wont know unless it happens y/n......the thing about the future, as much as we want it here in the present, so we can see and view what it has in store for us, thats....just not the way it works. That's not the way we work....we're not designed to know those things. We didn't become strong because we cheated, we became strong and survived because we, as humans, learned....the hard way."

Looking into his eyes, your vision started to become blurry all over as the next set of tears built up. Smiling as he continued to wipe your tears away, he continues.

"Y/n....for thousands of years, people have fallen, lost, and suffered at the creativity of the universe. Yet we never gave up......people had an urge to survive. Which is why at times, even when the entire world was on fire, times where a soldier never comes home, a woman loses her child, or when a doctor just doesnt have a cure.....we keep moving....we get back up and learn how to walk again. I can't sit here and tell you that I know that everything is going to be great.....I dont know. But what I do know.....is this...."

Shifting his hands down to your waist, he lifts you with his core strength as his abdominal muscles flexed under his shirt. Bringing you over onto his lap, he sat you down in a princess style as he cradled you against his chest.

"No matter what happens....I'm going to be there. I'm going to be there and I'm going to help you, just like you're going to help me. I'll never let anything happen to you....and.....you never have to worry about me not loving you .....noooooooo pretty baby......that's never going to happen, not loving you would be the worst offense against Heaven and humanity. As far as if anything were to happen to me...."

The moment Heeseung touched on that part of the subject, you sobbed uncontrollably against his neck.

"Heeeeeey, come on now. Nothing's even happen, why are you acting like that's a for sure thing?" he chuckles out as he kisses your forehead. "Listen..." Taking your hand in his, he continues.

"I'm not going anywhere......I'm not. I know this because I know what is living for me......you. I will never abandon you. Even if something did happen, you know i'm always going to be with you. You know how?"

Shaking your head, he brushes your hair away from your face.

"Moments like this baby. Every time we talk, touch, feel each other, love, eat, sleep, kiss, and when I fuck your brains out...." gripping onto your waist tightly, he presses his forehead against your own once more. "All the things we do, they never leave. So.......if there is ever a time where I am not physically here......you're always going to remember how i feel..." gliding his hand from your waist, he reaches down and gently trails it upwards under your skirt, his fingers reaching into your panties.

"You're going to remember my touch..." kissing your neck, he latches his mouth onto your soft spot under your ear, and rings the tip of his tongue around in slow circular motions.

"You're going to remember my scent...." with his free hand, he reaches behind your head and gently pushes your face inward, causing your nose to become burrowed in his thatch of dark long, shaggy hair, inhaling the scent of his cool-mint cologne and his shampoo.

"You'll also remember what I taste like...." placing a soft peck on the spot he was sucking on, he tilts his head up slightly and brings your head down to kiss him.

"And best of all......pretty baby.......you're going to remember what it feels like when I fuck you......when I love you." Shifting your body to face forward, your back completely spooned by his chest and groin as you both remained seated in the drivers side, he spreads your legs open by pushing our inner thighs apart. You were so caught up with the sensual four play, you hadn't realized that he tore off your panties. Unbuttoning your blouse, exposing your breasts, he shifts you up as he levels his length to align with your slit, before proceeding to enter inside you. Feeling full of his flesh, you moaned out as the overwhelming sense of pleasure hits you........taking you away from the abysmal depths of your fears and worries.

Steadying you in a reverse cowgirl position, filing you, his cock melts inside you as he begins thrusting slow and steady, picking up the pace as your walls become more moist.

"You feel me pretty baby?"

"Y-yes!"

"Yeah? You gonna remember me forever?"

"Y-yes...yes! He-Heeseung!"

"You gonna remember what this feels like?"

"Yes!"

"What does it feel like baby? Tell me."

"F-f......fe-feels......ssss......goood......soo....soo.goood....ugh!"

"Harder or faster baby?"

"ugh! both! please both!"

Thrusting repeatedly, your body falls limp as he holds you upright, with one arm wrapped around your waist, and his other hand shifting a grip between your neck and your exposed breast, he muffles your moans and screams with his mouth as he swallows every single bit of your precious tones.

"Gonna cum for me?"

"Y-ye.....yes!...yes.......ugh! He-Heeseung!"

"Yeah? You gonna cum because you're a good girl?"

"Mmm!mmmmmm....mmmhmmm!....ugh!"

"You my good girl?"

"Y....yes!!"

"Yeah you are.......now fucking cum on me. Let me feel it."

Adding more depth to each thrust, you gasped out your screams of pleasure as he rams his cock deep inside, separating new found walls and extracting the moisture out of your body. Reaching orgasm and releasing all over his member, your thighs shake relentlessly.

"Good girl.....my turn."

Cupping your lower tummy, he pushes in and feels his thick length as it slides in and out, he found it amusing how your sensitive body could take him like this, especially feeling it inside you as he was doing right now. Jacking his member deep inside you at a rapid and hard momentum, he finally reaches his moment and with one last punctured thrust, he bucks his hips upward as he shoves you down, mashing your bodies together as he releases inside and fills your body up.

Pulling your head back as he latches his mouth on your neck yet again, suckling as your body bounces rigorously from the tenacity of his performance.

Feeling the pleasure of his tainted love, you somehow were to understand his message clearly, all due to Heeseung extracting you from your fears......which he had done before, back when Samuel sent you his email......back when you and Heeseung came together for the first time.....the start of your guys story. Just as he did back then, he helped you to understand, that the reality of what life gives, is never necessarily the ending to your story. The more he kept pumping into you, the more you were reminded of that clarity. Yea sure, you still felt scared, but knowing that if at first you dont succeed....reach happiness.....or if things just dont work out, you can and should always, try-try again. A lesson you were always reminded of, all thanks to Heethan.

Authors note: Lol, sooooooo...yeah this original draft did have some smut....and i was going to take it out but it was too crucial for me to do so. I hope you dont mind that. But, this chapter was originally drafted, back a few months ago. I had this thought in my head, since I have only taken a few college courses, and am about to start back up on it, I was feeling so dreadful and felt too nervous about doing well. I want to succeed in reaching my educational goals....but what also kind of bugged me was....will i still find time to write? I love writing, truly do. Mainly because it brings other people joy and brings out their most inner feelings. I had so much on my mind that time that i had began drafting this, but as i was writing it, i left it unfinished bc honestly, when i drafted heethan's message.....literally its like his voice was telling me what to write....i felt better. like it was a nice little reminder....realistic...very rational....and honest...but still positive and holds truth. there's a lot of things we can't control, but we should never give up. Its okay to be scared and to worry, that's natural, and that is exactly why people such as myself are here, writing these chapters and stories for you all because i know that there is such a thing called 'life' and sometimes....we just need a break from it to refresh ourselves. I know you have alot on your plate, but dont worry because everything will be more than fine. We have to pace ourselves, work hard, but also rest, and play from time to time. Eat and drink well, and finish strong. finish college, work with your mother and teach her to work with you, if you dont get the job you really want, no big deal. no matter what job you get, if its one you dont want, nothing lasts forever. just think that whatever you do now, it is only making you more marketable for the dream goal you have. I hope you continue strong because while you do have alot on your plate, you've been slaying....you've been killing it! and that's a major accomplishment in itself, last of year of college? woohoo! finish strong!

So now i should apologize for responding with the longest post ever lol. but i really hope this makes you feel better. Reading your message had reminded me of this piece and i am so glad you sent it to me because....looking at it now...and actually finishing it......this was something that was meant to be published and shared. bc it holds an important message for all of us. <3

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claudemeiyu · 1 year

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How about headcanons of Tetcho falling for his (female) best friend who he’s known since they were kids? He confesses and she reciprocates. We need more Tetcho Suehiro content in the world.

I received this request more than a year ago and never finished writing it, but I want to write more again! <3 ☹️🫶

Also, I haven't read bsd in a very long time. Someone should totally fill me in on the manga updates 😩🫶

tetchou confessing to his f! childhood friend 🌸

You and Tetchou had been best friends since primary school.

The two of you had done everything together back then, whether it be watching ants at the park, playing video games, or even something as simple as homework (Tetchou never understood the equation for slope.)

You had even had a little crush on him during high school - but held back from telling him since you thought he wouldn’t reciprocate.

But now, you’d gone your separate ways. You had your own job, and Tetchou had joined the Hunting Dogs (The strongest unit in the military, so you’d heard.)

Because of his job, you weren’t able to meet up as often as before, which made you a little sad.

Of course, you were still friends and usually met up once a month to catch up and have some food together. (Tetchou still had all of those weird food habits that his mother had told you he would grow out of one day)

While you were grateful that you still even got the chance to spend time with him, you feared that one day he wouldn’t have time for you at all.

But then he shows up at your doorstep at 8 PM, in his sweater that would look so much nicer if it wasn’t soaking wet from the thunderstorm that was going on.

“(Y/n), I need to tell you something,” he exclaims, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you with pure desperation.

“Wh-What is it, Tetchou?” You’re still a little shocked at seeing him like this in the first place, and now he has something so important to tell you that he came here in the rain at night.

Maybe he’s pregnant.

Naturally, you invite him inside and while he takes a shower, you look for some clothes that he could change into.

You’re not too surprised to see some clothes in your wardrobe that belong to Tetchou himself - he’d stayed over far too many times to count, and over time, accidentally left you with a bunch of his clothing.

Sometimes you wore it to remind you of him

While he was finishing up, you made some tea.

He joined you at the table and asked where you kept the mustard. You direct him to it and he pours it in his tea

“So, what did you need to tell me?” You try not to think about what he just did

He looks up from drinking his mustard tea and stares at you intently

“Jouno says I’m in love with you. Normally I don’t trust his judgment, but I could not tell what I was feeling, so I asked him over dinner. He said I should tell you, so I rushed over as soon as I could.”

So you’re just sitting there wondering if 1) you heard correctly, and 2) how could he have said this so bluntly?

“Y-You’re what?” You mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes

“In love with you. Did you not hear me?”

You just continue to look away, staying silent as you try to process what he just told you

He looks down at his tea with a blank expression, then back up at you, then at his tea again. He stares you dead in the eyes.

“Do you not feel the same way?”

His expression is hard to read. He looks curious more than anything, but you can see a hint of longing in his eyes.

“A-ah, no, I do– I mean– ” you stop yourself and hide your embarrassed expression behind your hands, still having not processed your emotions fully.

“So you love me as well?”

You peek at him through the gaps between your fingers. Words don’t come out, even though you know exactly what you want to say.

You fear your silence will convey a different message, but he knows you better than that.

Tetchou doesn’t like to admit when Jouno is right, but he can’t help the pink that blooms on his cheeks as his heart races thinking about how elated he is, all the things you and him will do together in the future, how cute you look when you’re embarrassed, and how he’s oh so glad that Jouno’s prediction was perfect–

Jouno was right. But he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#bsd #bsd hunting dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #suehiro tecchou #suehiro tetchou #suehiro tetchou x reader #suehiro tecchou x reader

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curiousquirks · 7 months

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Day 2 | Curious x GN!Reader (18+)

Praise | Lingerie

Content Warnings: Oral (Female Receiving), Praise Kink, Pet Names Used (Pet, My Love), Dirty Talk

Word Count: 1,650

Summary:

Chitose knew that you’d do anything she asked her. Even a simple text message could have you showing up on command. She was just as quick to fall to your whims as well, even if she denied this.

How’s work, my love?

Chitose’s phone lit up with your text, her hand reaching over on her desk to pick it up. Chitose swiped her finger across the keyboard on her phone, a smile playing at her glossy lips. She taps send, placing her phone down before she leans forward in her chair to continue her work. She was living to see your excited little self running through that door once you were able. She thought you were the cutest little thing.

Dreadfully boring without you. Hard to focus on anything but what we did last night. Your moans and how I can still taste you (*˘︶˘*)

Anything left on her plate could honestly wait until later, she’s done plenty of work already. Besides, the next excerpt for the upcoming article has already been sent in. She was just working to stay ahead of schedule, but now her mind was focused on the impatient wait for you to inevitably come marching through that door.

How about I return the favor

Chitose’s eyes glanced over at her phone, her eyes reading over the message quickly. She smirked to herself, adjusting in her chair as she got uncomfortably wet; her pussy aching for attention. She needs you to show up quickly or else she’ll have to take matters into her own hands.

You dropped anything that you were currently doing to make a beeline for Chitose. You didn’t have much going on and thankfully you were close by. You pushed your way through her office building, heading straight towards the stairs, growing far too impatient for the elevator. You nearly tripped a few times on your way up, your hand quick to grab the railing you had been neglecting. You reached her floor and stalked your way up to her office door.

You opened the door and quickly got inside, accidentally slamming the door closed behind you. Chitose was sitting on her desk, facing towards you. Her legs were crossed as she had her hands placed on either side of her on the desk. She smirked at you, pleased that you made it here so quickly and eagerly.

“Look at how ready you are for me, my love.” You said, walking up to her. Your hand moved against her skin, moving her dress further up her leg. “Needy girl.”

“It’s your fault.” She said, matter-of-factly. “I’ve been wanting you all day. Craving you.”

Your hands reached up and removed the jacket off of her shoulders before you threw it into the chair behind her. Your eyes got immediately drawn to the pink lacey strap on her shoulder peeking out from under her dress. Your finger gently pushed the fabric aside to see the hint of something exciting below her clothing.

“What’s this?” You asked, an eyebrow raised. “Hiding something, my love.”

“Something to surprise you with.” She explained, wiggling her upper half. “Do you want to see it?”

“Happily.” You said, placing your hands on her hips.

You lifted her hips up to let her place her feet onto the ground. You grabbed the bottom of her dress and moved to lift it up over her body. You pulled it over her head, which revealed a beautifully intricate pink lace lingerie set. It complimented her skin perfectly and looked stunning. You dropped her dress to the side, immediately putting your hands on the sides of her waist.

“My fucking beautiful girl.” You praised, running your hands down her body to cup her ass. “You had this little thing hidden away just for me?”

“For your eyes only, of course.” She grinned at you, letting out a chuckle as you quickly placed her ass onto her desk again. She placed her hands on your shoulders as she spread her legs wide. “Now hurry up, I’m soaking through this very expensive set.”

“Are you bossing me around?” You joked, running your hands up her sides until you cupped her breasts. You squeezed them, a gasp leaving her lips.

“You’ll listen to me. You always do as I say though, don’t you?” She teased, grabbing one of your hands on her chest and bringing it up to her mouth. “You’re a good little pet aren’t you?”

She pressed her lips against your fingers before taking two of them into her mouth. She gently sucks on them, keeping intense eye contact with you the whole time. Your grip tightened on your breast before you let your hand drop to press against her clothed soaked cunt. You pressed the fabric against her, her gasp trapped in her mouth as she nearly bit down on your fingers. Your fingers pressed down against her throbbing clit. You groaned at feeling just how wet she was, the slickness of the fabric gliding against her with ease.

You let your fingers slide out of her mouth, a moan immediately followed from her lips. She whined as you circled her aching clit. “Not so big on talking now are you, my love. To think that I don’t even need the lubricant,” You clicked your tongue as your fingers moved to slide the fabric to the side, bringing your other hand down to swipe the spit soaked digits against her folds. “Beautiful girl is an absolute mess right now. Been waiting all day for me to take care of you, haven’t you?”

Chitose smirked at you, placing her hands on your shoulders as she gave you a rough shove towards the ground. You complied, exactly as she said you would. Your knees dropped to the floor, your fingers pausing in their exploration of her soaked folds as you gazed up at her with lustful eyes.

“You talk far more than I’m willing to put up with right now. Why don’t you put that cute little mouth to use and find another way to wag that tongue of yours.” She said, bringing her hands down to slide her underwear to the side and spread the lips of her cunt open. “Be a good pet for me and lick.”

Your hands moved up to grab her thighs, giving them a light squeeze as you moved your head towards her. You could feel the heat radiating off of her and her scent drove you mad. Your tongue darted out and started licking at her folds. Chitose’s left leg moved itself on top of your shoulder as her hand moved up to dig into your hair. She moaned as you devoured her, her walls clenching as your tongue sent shivers down her spine.

“You’re doing so well, mnh– just like that.” She praised, rocking her hips lightly against your mouth. “I’ve–shit…I’ve been waiting for this…all day.”

Your mouth sucked her swollen clit and she threw her head back. She let out a strangled gasp as your tongue circled and licked at the throbbing bud. Her moans and cries were music to your ears as you savored her taste. Your hands moved under her legs, fully putting both legs onto your shoulder as your nails dug into her skin.

“So so close, oh mmn–” She moaned, fully grinding her hips against your tongue. “So good, so fucking good.”

Your fingers were sure to leave bruises with how close you were trying to hold her to your face. Breathing didn’t matter, you didn’t even care if you drowned right now. Her juices and your saliva were dripping onto the floor beneath you, the disgusting noises echoing through the room with her whines. Your mouth sucked against her clit again, her legs shaking against your head as she breathed shakily above you.

“Just like that, just like that, just like that, just like that–” She repeated like a prayer before suddenly crying out. “Mngh fuck!”

Her legs locked around your head like a vice, trapping you in place. Her orgasm slammed into her full force, but that didn’t stop your assault. Your tongue greedily lapped up her juices like someone dying of thirst, the twitching her body did egging you on more. She collapsed against the desk beneath her as her legs finally released you from your temporary prison, not that you thought of it that way. You were panting as you pulled yourself away from her, using your arm to wipe part of your vulgar displays of affection off your face.

You stood up, grabbing Chitose’s arms to pull her into a sitting position. Your hand moved up to gently run through her hair before moving to cup her cheek. You placed a kiss against her forehead as she closed her eyes, leaning into your touch.

“That’s my good girl.” You praised, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “Bet that felt good, huh?”

“Only because it’s you, my love.” She responded, placing her hand against the one you had on her face.

Suddenly you leaned close to her face, the smell of herself strong causing her eyes to slowly open. “Since you still have energy, I plan to fuck you the rest of the day until you can’t fucking walk and there’s nothing left of this lingerie you’re wearing.”

Something lit up in her eyes as a grin spread across her lips. “See if I do anything nice for you again.” She teased, her hand grabbing you to bring both of you that little bit close to force your lips to crash into each other.

The taste of herself on your tongue had her legs wrapping around your waist immediately. She hummed into your mouth as your hand snaked its way into her hair. You gave a tug to pull her mouth away from you, breathless as you parted. “You won’t be complaining when I’m through with you, you won’t even be able to sit in your chair tomorrow.” You threatened, grinding your hips into hers.

The friction caused a gasp to escape her lips as her lust filled eyes looked eagerly at you. “Promises, promises. Now stop talking.”

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i-am-bella-donna · 7 months

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They Took the Stars Chapter 2: Make It Stop

Whumptober 2023 Day 3: “Make It Stop.”

AO3 | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

No one could see the stars anymore. In the metropolis of the Boiling Isles, smoke and smog filled the skies. Acid rain fell to the ground. Towering buildings and neon lights went as far as the eye could see. But every light has a shadow, and the shadows of the Emperor and his Council were very dark indeed…. Luz Noceda used to love her homeland, but she had long-since realized that people were not always what they seemed, and Emperor Belos was no exception. Between herself, Eda, and Raine, surely they would be able to do some good for the city. Right?

Pairings: Romantic Raeda, Familial Eda x Luz

Word Count: 864

CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

A/N: Chapter Theme Song: Just Beneath the Flames by Digital Daggers

I live! Sorry for the late chapter.

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The news broke three weeks later.

Three agonizing weeks of lying restlessly in wait. There was only so much Luz and Eda could do with such limited access to Cyberspace—they could make their best efforts, but for every person they saved, there was another who disappeared. Or worse.

And then everything changed with one simple news broadcast.

News reporter Perry Porter stared out of every screen in the city, warm brown eyes unusually dim as he made the announcement.

Raine Whispers, upcoming Head of Sector One, will be inaugurated within the week.

One week.

Seven days.

A part of Luz felt bad for Raine—a broadcasted inauguration must have been agony for someone with such severe stage fright—but an even greater part of her was ecstatic, practically brimming with anticipation.

Raine was about to become a Sector Head.

Everything was finally falling into place.

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With the haste of ceremonial preparations consuming most of their time, Raine was unable to meet with Eda and Luz until the night after their inauguration. Word from the BATs was that Raine was more stressed with the ceremony itself than the weight of their new position, which Eda did not really find too surprising.

At the request of Raine, Eda and Luz did not watch the live broadcast of their inauguration ceremony. However, their Scrolls still received a barrage of messages from the BATs, who claimed that Cyberspace was practically exploding with activity. Everyone had something to say about Raine Whispers and their new title.

As far as Eda could tell, the ceremony had gone off without a hitch.

Luz had almost been too excited to sleep, eager for their little rebellion to finally take on a larger role. Eda could not blame her—as much as she wanted to assure Luz that they were doing the best they could, even she was growing restless with their lack of progress. But with Raine in power….

As if summoned, a familiar pattern of knocking drew her from her thoughts. Eda practically leapt up from her seat and ran to the door, sending a disgruntled King to the ground with a growl.

“Raine,” she laughed, immediately pulling them inside and locking the door behind them. “I—”

She stopped short.

Two stricken eyes met her own. Raine did not reply.

“Rainestorm?” Eda tried again, speaking a bit more carefully. Her heart pounded in her chest. Something was wrong. “What happened?”

They moved their mouth. No sound came out.

As gently as she could, Eda settled her hands on their shoulders and guided them to sit at the kitchen table, trying to ignore the twisting of her gut. “Raine?” she asked, voice more serious than she would have liked to admit. It was practically unnatural to her ears. “What happened?”

Finally, Raine blinked in recognition. Their teal eyes were glassy, and when they spoke, it was slow.

“I…looked through the files.”

Eda felt her heart skip a beat—and not in a good way. “Already?”

A large part of their plan hinged on Raine gaining access to the more classified files of the Emperor. As a Sector Head, Raine would be in charge of one of the nine sectors of the city, as well as the Bard Industry of Entertainment and Culture. They would have information about everything happening in their sector—and with enough time, possibly the other sectors as well.

“I wanted to see if…” Raine blinked, their voice sounding far away. “Wanted to see…what happened to…you know.” Their voice somehow grew quieter. “The kids who disappeared.”

Eda froze, immediately connecting the dots. Her heart cracked. “Oh, Raine…”

King whimpered in sympathy, his ears flat against his head as he padded over to Raine to rest his head in their lap.

From their expression, Raine might as well have been in physical pain. Their eyes were glazed over, and Eda was not sure she wanted to know what images plagued their mind. “They were—”

“It’s okay,” Eda said in a rush as they cut themself off, despite the fact that it was very much not okay. It was horrible. “I—we can fix this. We just need some time.”

When did she become the most optimistic person in their little group?

She did not know which was worse—watching Belos tear down the city, or watching the light gradually drain from Raine and Luz.

“We need to make it stop,” Raine bit out in a strangled whisper, eyes bright with cold fire. An improvement from the hollow fog, at least. “We need to do it now.”

Eda did not disagree. But it was the middle of the night. Raine was exhausted, Luz had school the next day, and Eda wanted nothing more than to shut her eyes and pretend, just once, that she could look up and see stars instead of the usual crust of acidic clouds.

“You can stay here for the night, okay?” she said instead. “Get some rest.”

As Raine accepted her hand, she knew they understood. And she made a silent promise of her own.

Things would get better. They had to.

None of them—Eda or Luz or Raine or the Boiling Isles itself—could keep going like this.

They had to make it stop.

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A/N: It seems like most chapters will be posted closer to evening/night. Still, I do plan on updating daily.

Taglist: @whumptober-archive

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #“make it stop”#the owl house #fic #eda clawthorne #raine whispers

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mydearestreaderfanfics · 2 years

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A Little Out of the Ordinary

Warnings: violence, death, broken bones, trauma, reliving trauma, war

Pairing: Lucifer/Reader

Word Count: TBD

Prompt: Whumptober Day 1 - Adverse Effects

Summary: When Lucifer recieves a mysterious package that transforms him into his angelic form, he and MC must find a way to navigate his past and find a way to restore him to his true form.

Author's Note: I wanted to post on Day 1 of Whumptober, but I have fallen behind. I will update this fic as soon as it is finished. It's canon compliant until it's not. Reader goes by MC in this. As always, no beta we die like Lilith.

The light had long since been extinguished from the sky, and after a long nightly routine of bidding each brother goodnight, you were tucked cozy into your bed. You were in and out of dozing when you heard the familiar ping of your D.D.D. Sleep eluded you as you sat up to see just who had messaged you– probably Leviathan, he really is the only one that would still be awake at this hour. Much to your surprise it was Lucifer. It pinged again as you swiped open to view the messages.

MC, I have a favor to ask of you. If you are still awake, please head to my room right away.

Naturally, Lucifer’s tone was forthright, you’d never known him to be anything but, however there was a certain… desperation to his message. Tossing the blankets back and padding quietly (but very quickly) to Lucifer’s room didn’t require a second thought, much less a first. Whatever was wrong, he had asked for you specifically and you would be damned if you didn’t do your best to fix whatever was troubling the oldest born.

You knocked quietly on the door, peeping in when you heard Lucifer’s quiet confirmation to enter. At first you didn’t see him, the office-like room seemingly empty. It wasn’t until you caught a shuffle in your peripheral by his bed that you realized that the man was sat in the corner of his room shrouded by the shadows.

“Luci, dearest, what’s going on?”

You were met with silence before you saw his figure rise, stepping forward into the light of the moon that poured from the window. White. It was the first thing you noticed. His coat, his shoes, his wings. All six of them. Your hands flew to your mouth, covering the gasp even before it fell from your lips. He was blinding– angelic.

“Oh my. Um, wow? How did this,” you gestured mildly to his now angelic form, “happen?”

The man before you dragged a hand down his face, sighing deeply. “I received a package. It’s over on the desk.”

Following his line of sight you found the box sitting there, a large golden tassel sitting inside looking as if it had been haphazardly discarded there. Lucifer must have tossed it back in at some point. You reached gingerly towards it before you felt a firm hand grip yours. “Don’t. There’s no telling what effect it might have on you.”

You tilted your head to see him, hand sliding up to slip your fingers through his. “It did this to you?”

Another solemn sigh slipped from his lips. “Unfortunately. I would rather my pesky brothers not see me like this. I will need you to assist me in undoing whatever curse seems to have been placed on me.”

“Of course. Do you have any idea what we might need to undo this?”

Lucifer stepped from behind you to take his place next to you. With one hand still tenderly linked with yours he picked the tassel up to inspect it. As he did you noticed the way the golden material caught the moonlight. As it shifted in his grasp the golden flecks of light that bounced off of it seemed to grow in intensity until it filled your vision entirely. You blinked harshly, trying to regain your surroundings but every time you opened them again all you saw was gold. Lucifer’s hand moved from yours to hold you tighter to him, the warmth of his steadfast body matching the ethereal glow that had swallowed you whole.

It was impossible to tell just how long it had been before the light finally subsided and you were able to take in your surroundings once more. You were no longer in Lucifer’s room, instead you seemed to be in a scene out of a storybook. Before you laid a meadow filled with flowers and in the distance sat a castle that was almost comically beautiful in its grandness. Everything was beautiful, far too beautiful. The grass was too green. The flowers were too red with a scent that made you nauseous with how sweet it was. The air around you had light beaming in beautifully perfect circles like a photo ripped straight from Asmo’s Devilgram. Hell, there was even a rainbow whose placement looked staged from its position in the sky encircling the castle. The whole place burned your eyes in its oversaturated perfection. It felt very much like you shouldn’t be seeing what was before you. You realized it even before Lucifer spoke that the two of you had somehow been transported into the Celestial Realm. Nowhere else could be so empyrean.

“How–” You were interrupted as an explosion sounded in the distance. It broke the perfectly crafted stillness of the scenery around you. Lucifer’s hand at your waist dug at the flesh there in a way you doubt was intentional, but stung nonetheless. “Ow!”

In an instant his hand was gone, moving back only to gently rub the area. Though he didn’t say it, you knew he was apologetic. “MC…” A fire erupted in a distance closer to you.

“Lucifer what’s going on?”

When he spoke his voice was strained– if you didn’t know better you’d say he sounded scared. “It appears we have been transported to my past.”

“Your past? You mean– Lucifer, are you saying– is this the war?” An explosion burst, falmes licking the sky.

“The Great Celestial War, yes.” Another fire, screaming.

“What– um, what do we do?” It was getting louder, hotter.

Lucifer swallowed audibly. “I have a suspicion where we need to go.” They were moving in closer still.

Your hand shook as you took his. “Then by all means, lead the way.”

#whumptober2022 #no.1 #adverse effects #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #violence #death #broken bones #trauma #reliving trauma #war #lucifer x reader #lucifer obey me #mod alex

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whispersafterdusk · 2 years

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Prompt #28: Vainglory

The breeze that raced up the cliffside carried with it the strong scent of saltwater and was moist as well; Gaius could feel the sleeve of his shirt growing steadily more damp but he had no desire to move from his seat.

At his side sat Gitawen, still heavily swaddled in bandages and with an arm in a sling. Zenos had damn near killed her; she'd spent weeks in Sharlayan recovering enough to be able to leave, and had opted (to his great surprise) to recover in Werlyt. The chirurgeons had actually agreed with the choice -- in their opinion the pleasant weather and access to the ocean would speed her recovery.

The people of Terncliff had welcomed her as both their personal hero and the hero of the realm, much to the woman's chagrin...and, as she calmly spoke of her past and the reason why she'd left Garlemald in the first place Gaius finally understood why she had such an odd relationship with praise.

"And didn't even matter that it wasn't his hands doing the work - he claimed credit for it all the same," Gita was saying.

Augustus sas Drusus... The man who had ripped Gitawen from her family, done his best to erase all she was and mold her into what Garlemald required, and because of his pride and outright barbarism toward her had brought about his own downfall. Gaius turned his gaze from the distant waves below and nodded to her. "I see... I never knew the man, personally. His reputation was that of a good, honorable, and ambitious man... He served Garlemald well."

She offered him a wry smile. "Yes, he really knew how to wear that mask."

"I understand that now. Such vainglory and sickness would not have been tolerated if it had been noticed. Had I known I would have pushed harder to get you under my command. It is beyond belief that so many failed you, and in turn failed everyone in the end -- it makes me wonder how differently things would have gone if you had remained in Garlemald."

Gita shrugged and with the motion winced, reaching up to adjust the sling. "Who knows... Like as not, the world wouldn't have survived -- I wouldn't have been where I needed to be or had the loyalties I needed to end up at this outcome. Sort of frightening, you know? How close we came to the brink and how many things could have gone wrong long before we knew what was coming. If he'd been more of a loving father, or if he'd succeeded in turning me into a heartless creature, or even if I'd had ambition bigger than his cruelty..."

"But you triumphed. As I knew you would."

She let out a sound that was half snort, half chuckle. "Very nearly didn't. But I suppose even a narrow victory is still a victory."

He quietly grunted in acknowledgement then gazed back out over the ocean; for a time there was just the sound of the waves and of the wind whistling through the gaps in the stone railing near the bench they occupied. "-what will you do now?" he asked finally. "What is your plan for the future?"

"I...haven't figured that out yet. There's so much that needs doing I don't even know where to start. I WANT to make the surviving Garleans my first priority but they're still resistant to our help even with the remaining legions trickling in to the region to help-"

"-you can hardly help if you're still injured," he interrupted, tone dry.

She rolled her eyes. "It's not the first time I've been beaten within an inch of my life and it's not going to be the last; not when there's still so many threats lurking around. As I was saying, there's also still the malformed monstrosities at large in some of the nations. Those can't be allowed to terrorize and kill more than they already have."

"Which is, again, something you cannot manage while injured."

"Yes, I know, thank you, message received," she growled. "What are you, my mother?"

He chuckled. "I merely do not want to see you maimed or killed because you're forced to carry burdens even when you're ailing yourself."

"I'll survive."

"I don't want you to survive, I want you to live," he replied flatly. "Stop thinking of those who rely on you for one moment and think about what it is you want."

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her face twist into a look of surprise; just as quickly she looked away and down, ears laid back against her head. "...you seem awfully concerned with my future when you don't even have plans for yours."

"I am hoping to change that. I am glad you came to Werlyt."

She mumbled something, ears remaining flat; Gaius cleared his throat and swallowed anything else he felt like saying -- there'd be time to discuss it later and he wasn't even certain what he wanted to ask of her himself.

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #gaius baelsar #wol

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mnovenia · 9 months

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D-1 going to Korea again

What a ride it’s been.. I may say this July is full of surprises. Truly God works in mysterious way and I still look forward to seeing more.

Other than God renew my strength and spiritual life, He added 75 new family members into my life, that I know for sure will be my support in this journey.. we might have so much barrier in terms of culture, language, many others but God showed when we’re walking towards the same vision that He gave, He enables all the impossible..

Few days after they left, another miracle that I have to testify is I closed a 3,2Billion deal that I never expected, so smoothly that I can only say it’s only by God’s grace. And He just graciously put me in the middle to witness all these.

Afterwards I met Ivan and we testify again how God works in his life and for sure God add him so I can collaborate as an answer to my prayer instead of looking for another fulltime job. Andddd, we witnessed how God protected miraculously as my car suddenly got hit by a white expander, very hard, my phone, glasses, card fell off, both me and Ivan were in shocked 😳 but we’re even more shocked to see that there’s not even a scratch in my car 😭🙏😇 and what can we say? Only Jesus name saves and the solver of all my problems, He cares for a big and small things, He provides more than I could think of. So for many other things that I worry about, for unanswered prayer, I can rest assured that if God think it’s good for me He will give, but if He think is not, He will withhold as a way of protection and how much He loves me. Thank You Father, 사랑해요 🤍

How do I put into words, the message and how God spoke throughout PI Bali. Therefore even it might take a while, I know it will be worth it and God will remind me one day what He has done in the past so I will not be complecent and it's all about Him not myself, nor my own benefit.

Tbh I was not having much to expect in the beginning, however God alone prepared my heart and energy. Though so much I don't understand, holy spirit was leading me to follow through. Just to think of it, I want to cry upon God's goodness and mysterious way.

Let's start from the sermon few weeks prior PI started/

25 June 2023: The Time When Barnabas is Needed

Barnabas was trustworthy, kind & focus on the gospel, completely used by God. Barnabas lifted up the people's spirit. He has a good reputation so that it help the jews to trust Paul & his ministry he always provides and give ways for God's work. When Mark gave up, Barnabas help him to continue. CHRIST, KINGDOM & HOLY SPIRIT-> they were just his only focus. God bless us not only to comfort us, but for us to also comfort others and encourage God's ministry where He send us. PS: I want to be like Barnabas :)

9 July 2023: Cast Away the Prejudice

3 main things in the book of Acts: 1) Holy Spirit went down 2) Saul met God and repented 3) Cornelius family received Christ

The pentacost happened again at Cornelius' house who was not a jew, it leads to many miracle: God reminded me to share the gospel without prejudice towards others. What is prejudice: we only see our own understanding without looking the other way based on own our experiences. With this our spiritual eyes are blocked and cannot be used to grow.

Cornelius is an elite of Romans, but he fear God and always praise Him, different from the rest who enslave the people there, but did religiously not spiritually. But he bow to Peter who is lower than him, he wasn't blinded by evil who pursue us to assume with prejudice so we can't see what's next.

Cornelious didn't stop the gospel on him but to share with others, He asked Peter to stay longer to baptize them and testify to his people about who Jesus is. Our nature can be replaced when we keep praying and focus on Christ, despite of difficulties, we can remove the prejudice toward ur self and others.

1st day of morning message by Pdt Cheon:

-a changed of personality is needed, not only a one time mission thing, pray wholeheartedly so the answer from God will be revealed. The main character of PI is God himself, not you, not the awesomeness of the team or one may show. Put off your past because you've been healed by the gospel.

Then we headed to lunch, coffee and started our ministry with Orkas. At night it was so moving to hear testimony from Han jibsanim at the Timur community at legian. I still remember vividly that night how God revealed the message about his longing about having family and how God worked through his business, etc.

2nd day, we started with a message again before I switch team, I got to know Jong su & Yeneung because it's fun to go to Ace Hardware together. We then had lunch at sam2 and head to rumah Pak Made to hear his testimony and how he was persecuted by his hindu family just because he chose Christ, along with his wife. On the way was fun to share with the driver about Haram's name and talk many heartfelt convo that I hope oneday will lead him to Jesus. It felt so much fun with new team, I got to know new people like Jongsu, Yeneung, Hyemi, Zion, Gwanghui, Seungmin, Kiwan, Sieun, Donghyun, Haram, Dede, Elle, Cindy, Benny, also the jangro/jibsa/sangmonim. We were going around the ricefield, so adventurous, bought ice cream, then the youth watched sunset together at the rooftop and sing songs, praying together before we seperated to the next ministry with Timor people with Ibu Anita team.

3rd day, we're heading to Blimbing Sari. It was a long journey but also fun with 1 team, we ate tempe, and kwonsanim bagi2 granola (eommaaaa). Oiya I forgot to intro my fav team members: Han jibsanim, Eungu Eomma, Hairstylist Kwonsa, Byeonghu, Yoora, Erica Eonni, Sara, Jael, Jihoo, Lydia, Yeseung, Pak Yoon.

Twas fun to meet the kids again, I was crying a river hearing Pdt Cheon's childhood story, but the kid said: Kak jangan nangis Kak. We played games Yaya Yeye prep by Gukyoong & friends. Was fun but confusing lol. Afterwards we had a service that's moving about Pak Johannes said he was reminded again to bring the gospel outside, not just busy sheperding the existing ones. Not long then we took pics and heading a long journey to go home

4th day was a bit crazy because of many sudden tasks. I get to know new friends like Amanda, Hyeonhee, and getting to know more about Yuni. She shared a very moving story that surprised me. I had time to went out with Zion to buy pen and get to know her. I wasn't focus very much because given a task to speak during the big gathering -_________- na jinjja shirooooo. I was taking alone time to buy coffee and met Yoora in the mall. I practiced so much and worried more than ever, I got corrected by Bella aswell so I tried harder LOL. Let me write my testimony that let me made it to Yewon's forum HAHAHAH. Mom I made it into magazine.

"I'm Marshella who is a member of Bali Yewon Church who recently joined after God moved me to Bali. Apart from that I'm also a small business owner. I was so nervous to stand here in front of the Pastors therefore I brought my contekan hehe. However I just want to share how God spoke to me through PI. I thought being a christian, serving in the church, working and be a good kid, my life has been alright. However these past days, God reminded me again 1) Do I really believe that the name of Jesus that I've known can solve all problems? 2) Do I really glad in the gospel alone without depending on the worldly things, comfort and success in what I'm doing?

God also reminded me what is my role in the church that He placed me in and my priority in life? And isn't sharing the gospel shouldn't only be the job of Pastors & Missionaries? Shouldn't we all God's child should take part to bring out the gospel to others around us?

For that reason, I am praying that it's not only me that is being reminded how precious the gospel is, but also the rest of all you here. And last, I hope that we as the indonesians are not being less proactive to save our nation and be the witness that Jesus is Christ whenever and wherever God placed us." JULY 14, 2023

Pastor Chung Eun Chu also spoke that night about Isaiah 60:5

God would not love our greedy thoughts, He knows everything, so do not hesitate to share what God has given to you, it's not yours in the first place. Build God's tower inside of you: this is what Jesus did for 40 days, everything that you give attention to apart from God is an idol. And if the gospel is not be planted, other Gods will fill in. So we have to keep destroyign satan's will in our life. STAY AWAKE SPIRITUALLY! Darakbang: holy spirit's power and stay in prayer so God falls down when we pray.

Build God's kingdom on the field: platform for overseas peole, healing, restoration for everyone who comes to our church. Everything with the gospel in our DNA can change, neg to positive, pessimist to optimist, shy to brave, sad to cheerful. Be aware of 'all about me' attitude, don't pretend but as you born again, get rid of the old perception that 'i am the way i am, weak and ugly and shy and can't get married, etc. Remember you're changed by Christ. 24 hours with the gospel, preacher, fill your spiritual life till you have no other gap to be filled in by satan. Immanuel and oneness, beileve in Jesus with spirit, church = restaurant where people get renewed, strengthen, where all can enjoy party of restoration and get off with new positive energy.

Prayer Platform: renewal movement (393 prayer), covenant life what 100% guaranteed, there should be discipleship of 3. Remember the critical hours is only 7 hour, afterwards the. soul will be caught by satan, so don't postponed and think about it as emergency.

Remnant for children: save the next generation, focus on them and give the 'food' as many as possible so they can growing up rejoice in the Lord. Pray so they can be supported by many business owners and supporters. Don't believe only in what your eyes can see, its an iceberg, God has prepared the other 90%. So build the light because the time is coming, don't think that we can't.

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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Hey there, can you write for Andrew! Peter Parker x reader imagine?

Reader has a huge crush on Peter and also best friend of Peter.... Also the big fan of Spiderman, she often gushes to Peter about Spiderman....

He teases the reader that she's in love with Spiderman Reader being shy, she denies it.... One night, while stargazing in terrace of her apartment....

Spiderman shows up and spends some quality time her... And he teases her love for spiderman.... Peter accidentally tells her nickname, she understands that Peter was Spiderman....

She removes his mask and confess her feelings for him and turns around.... Peter pulls her to him using his webs and have the Web sling kiss like in Amazing Spiderman 1

So sorry if it's too long?

hiii !! thank you for your request <3 i hope you enjoy !! i also did the web sling kiss in this fic too !! shut up

title: stargazing

warnings: none.

“did you see the fight with spider-man and that..lizard thing on the bridge, today? it was on the news” you abruptly asked peter who was sitting on your floor working on homework. he shook his head, “no, i slept in” the boy lied, “but i’m not surprised you did. you’re in love with him” he laughed looking up from his book. “you’re sooooo in love with spider-boy, huh?”

you rolled your eyes, “i’m not in love with him, parker” you denied, looking his way. “i simply just..appreciate him..and his spandex suit” you trailed off, he laughed “oh yeah, i bet you do.” he teased, shooting a smirk your way. “i’ll be sure to tell him you appreciate his..style” he chuckled, your eyes widened “parker, you know him!?” you sat up straight, he had never told you that he knew the superhero dominating the city. he nodded, “i take pictures of him for the daily bugle.” he shrugged while closing his books. “but i’ll be sure to get your message to him” he winked.

you grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, only for him to catch it before it even came close to him. “watch it, precious. wouldn’t want me telling spidey you’re in love with him, huh?” he raised his eyebrows and threw the pillow back to you. you crossed your arms giving him an annoyed sighed.

peter checked his watch then stuffed all his books back in his bag. “i gotta head out now, may wants me home for dinner. i’ll see ya soon, y/n” he flashed you his signature smile. he’s so cute. “okay, see ya peter, thank you for your help!”. he nodded crawling out your window and then disappearing.

you laid back on your bed, putting the pillow over your face and letting out a frustrated groan. peter knew how to you with your emotions so easily. not to mention the large crush that you’ve had on him which just seems to grow. you had been best friends for years, you don’t know what changed. just one day, you saw him..differently.

you had made plans a few days later with peter, when it got closer for him to pick you up he texted you saying he wasn’t going to make it. you were very disappointed, to say the least. with the news, you just received you changed back into your pajamas and decided to read..hoping you would hear from peter.

you couldn’t focus on the words printed on the page, your mind was too foggy. you tossed your book to the edge of the bed, it was close to midnight and you thought it would be a good idea to go and look at the stars, just to clear your mind. usually you would stay on your balcony, but you headed to the roof. your father used to get on to you for doing it so much but you were sure he was asleep already.

you pushed the covers off your legs and walked over to your door quietly not to wake your sleeping parent. once you made it out of your apartment you took the stairwell up to the roof. you were met with a gust of cold air, it was refreshing. you walked around for a few minutes before finally looking up at the sky above you.

despite the city lights polluting your clear view of the star, you could still make a few out.

“enjoying the night sky?” a voice said, you quickly sat up and looked for where the voice came from. “what?” you breathed. suddenly, a person dropped in front of you.

spiderman.

“well, you’re out here in the cold. laying on the roof of your apartment complex. i’m guessing, and staring at the sky. stargazing?” he asked, you nodded lying back down. “yeah. i usually come out here to clear my head.” he hummed, walking over to you “mind if i join?” he asked, his voice sounding..similar. maybe you’re just overthinking. “mhm”

“what’s on your mind? he asked you shrugged. “i made plans with the boy i liked today but he told me he wasn’t going to make it” peter felt his heart sink..not only did he let you down for his superhero duties but..you liked him.

“maybe he was busy..” he answered. you chuckled, “i’m sure he was. he’s been doing this a lot..just being distant. i miss him. but, i don’t really think he cares about me anymore.” he never wanted to make you feel like that, he was just busy. he didn’t even know you liked him, he thought you didn’t feel the same as him.

“i don’t think that’s the case, precious” he froze, oh god. he just blew his cover. you looked over at him and sat up. “what did you just call me?” you asked, peter looked at you while following your movements. “uh, nothing”. it was all coming together now. you stood up and began pacing. “you just called me ‘precious’.” you laughed, running your fingers through your hair. peter stood up in front of you.

you came back over to him, staring at the mask. you brought your hands up and gently grabbed for the end and brought it up. he was letting you do it. he didn’t put up a fight, you deserved to know. you took the mask off completely, you avoided his face until it was off. when you looked up to see his face. your heart sank.

peter.

you dropped the mask and stepped back, covering your mouth. you were right. you shook your head, turning on your heels to go back inside but peter was quick to use his web shooter and pull you back to him. foreheads pressed against each other he kissed you.

he kissed you.

your heart exploded, while his hands rested on your back. yours were around his neck. he pulled away for air. “what…what was that for?” you asked looking into his eyes. “that was me telling you my feelings about you, y/n”

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wondernimbus · 4 years

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two sworn enemies — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him.

requests are closed for now! please refrain from plagiarizing my work.

After being on the receiving end of Malfoy's torment for four whole years at Hogwarts—a place where she's supposed to be making friends and learning and making the most out of all her youthful years—[Y/N] is beginning to grow tired.

The last thing she’s supposed to be worrying about is a snarky Slytherin boy who always has some sort of rude remark resting on his lips every time he comes across her in the corridors. Or anywhere, for that matter—Draco Malfoy's incessant jest seems to stay within no boundaries.

Eleven-year-old [Y/N] used to be fazed by it; she used to cry herself to sleep every time the platinum blond would push past her in the hallway, yelling out something offensive on his way, usually to do with her friendship with blood-traitors and the "big-headed" Harry Potter (or so Malfoy referred to him). She used to feel angry—angry enough to want to whip her wand out at him and hex him into oblivion every time he'd even as much as lay eyes on her. But the more Malfoy tried to bother her, the more it didn't anymore.

Fourth year wasn't so bad. Malfoy had already called her about a hundred nasty names at that point and was running out of them—his creativity was dwindling and [Y/N]'s concern along with it. She'd even laughed at him, one time during Transfiguration class—genuinely laughed, not out of frustration or anger but because she found something that he said to her funny.

"How does it feel being surrounded by blood-traitors and Mudbloods, [Y/L/N]? Pity you chose the wrong crowd to hang around."

"How did it feel to get punched by a girl, Malfoy? I hear Hermione packs quite a punch."

Malfoy’s nose had wrinkled into his signature sneer before he scoffed. "Tell Granger she can improve her right hook." At which point [Y/N] had snorted out a laugh—and yes, it wasn't a full-blown burst of chortles, but it was a laugh nonetheless.

Fifth year rolls around and Draco Malfoy is the least of [Y/N]'s worries. She's gotten over his nagging at this point; all his jabs have lost a bit, if not all of their luster.

But then a week after classes have started, Malfoy starts acting—weird. Very weird. [Y/N] has no idea what's gotten into him, but Draco's cruel insults seem to have veered off course and taken a very dramatic turn. He still yells at her in the hallways, but not to make some harmful jibe [Y/N] has heard thousands of times before. Instead Draco—yes, Draco Malfoy, the same boy who has never once failed to torment her in the past years they've known each other—has now made it a habit to yell pick-up lines. At her. At [Y/N]. At the same girl he's been bad-mouthing for the past four years.

The first time it happens, [Y/N] can't believe her ears. She thinks he's yelling at someone else other than her, because there is no way bloody Draco Malfoy is shouting "DO YOU PLAY QUIDDITCH? BECAUSE YOU SEEM LIKE A KEEPER" at her from halfway across the Great Hall.

But he's definitely staring at her, grinning widely in that conceited sort of way that [Y/N] has always despised.

"Is he talking to me?" [Y/N] asks Hermione, bewildered.

"Looks like it." Hermione looks just as surprised as her. "Knowing Malfoy, he's not up to anything good. Ignore him, [Y/N]."

But ignoring Draco Malfoy is not something [Y/N] is capable of; the feistiness in her makes sure of that. So instead of moving on and turning a blind eye, she cups her hands over her mouth and yells, just as loud, "ARE YOU A BLUDGER? BECAUSE I'D LOVE TO BASH A BEATER'S BAT INTO YOUR—"

Whatever Malfoy is up to, [Y/N] isn't entirely sure she's enjoying it. The next afternoon—also in the Great Hall, while [Y/N] is doing her homework instead of eating lunch (because Snape apparently thinks it's a good idea to ask for a four-page essay when the school year has barely even started), there's a thump and [Y/N] looks up to see that there's a little red envelope sitting on her empty plate. Looking even further up, she sees an owl flying away from the table and out of the roof of the Great Hall, where the owls always come from to deliver letters—although that only happens at breakfast. Which means this is from someone else, likely another student.

[Y/N] stares.

"It's a Howler," Harry says from next to her, like she doesn't already know.

"I'm aware," she mutters, narrowing her eyes at it before she sets down her quill to grab it.

"Who would send you a Howler?" Ron has looked up from where he'd been shoveling beans into his plate. He crowds into her space, peering at the envelope she now holds in her hands; and she can't really answer him, because only her name is scribbled across the front in handwriting she doesn't recognize. Whoever sent it to her didn't bother with writing their own name.

She hesitates, brows furrowed as she, too, wonders where it's from. Her parents don't have a reason to send her a Howler—unless she's done something wrong that she isn't aware of. But it's only been a week since school has started and as far as she can tell, she hasn't done anything worthy of being sent a Howler. Or at least not yet.

"Might as well," she sighs—it's going to deliver its message one way or the other, anyway, and [Y/N] prefers to open it herself than have it burst into flames, rain ashes down upon her homework, and then start talking—so she opens the envelope.

The Howler jumps to life in front of her, hovering in front of her face, and [Y/N] has never seen a piece of stationery look so angry before. A forked tongue slips out of the envelope—[Y/N] braces herself for the worst, despite not knowing who on earth might have sent it—until a familiar voice booms around the Great Hall.

"ARE YOU A BASILISK? BECAUSE WHEN I SAW YOU, I FROZE."

Ron's shoulders automatically start shaking with laughter. Most of the Great Hall—or at least the ones close enough to hear the Howler—have turned around to watch the spectacle unfold, giggling behind their palms and pointing at [Y/N] like she can't see them. [Y/N], in the meantime, stares, completely dead to the world and everything else around her, because she knows that voice.

But then the Howler keeps talking. "IF YOU LET ME TAKE YOU ON A DATE, I CAN PROMISE YOU THINGS THOSE FILTHY PEASANTS CAN NEVER GIVE YOU."

The entire hall has fallen completely silent. [Y/N] feels her face burning up, but not with embarrassment—[Y/N] is angry. She feels it thrumming in her veins, curling around her lungs, clouding all of her senses.

With a single flick of [Y/N]'s wand, the Howler bursts into flames with a final feeble wheeze of I'm also a fairly good snogger. Ron is roaring with laughter and Harry has also joined in. Two-faced gits.

[Y/N] slams her palms down on the table and vaguely even registers the pain this gives her as she steps out from behind the bench and turns around to face the Slytherin table because of course she knows who sent the Howler. Of course she knows who would go out of his way to humiliate her in front of the entirety of Hogwarts, because that extremely irritating, maddeningly haughty voice can only belong to one person—and sure enough, the idiot in question is standing there on top of the benches, arms outstretched towards her and that proud, snooty look on his face like he expects her to actually be impressed.

Over Ron and Harry's laughter, [Y/N] shouts angrily, "Malfoy!"

Malfoy drops his arms to his sides, hops off the bench, and swaggers towards her. She meets him halfway—and when she does, she doesn't hesitate to shove him angrily by the shoulders. He stumbles back a little, but he's still grinning annoyingly wide. "Have you come to me bearing an answer?" he says, his tone mocking, and [Y/N] just barely suppresses herself from whipping out her wand and jabbing it somewhere she wouldn't want a wand anywhere near. They are still surrounded by teachers. "I imagine it's a yes—who would turn me down, after all—"

"Drop the fucking act," she hisses; all eyes are on them, because Hogwarts never passes up a chance for gossip, and this might be the most exciting one yet. Draco Malfoy publicly asking out the girl everyone knows he's hated, and has hated him, for a long time—what a spectacle. But [Y/N] knows that his intentions are far from genuine; this is just another way to humiliate her and get on her nerves. And as much as she hates to admit it, it's a pretty good fucking move, because she hasn't been this annoyed by him in a long time.

Her teeth are gritted together so hard her words barely come out coherent. "I don't know what you're playing at," she practically growls, taking a step closer to get in his face, "But I encourage you to get yourself together."

But Malfoy seems unaffected. "Pity you didn't let the Howler finish," he drawls, still with that same smirk on his lips as he wriggles his brows suggestively. "I could've told you more about my superior snogging skills."

"Which is exactly why I didn't," she fumes. "We're in the middle of lunch—any more of you talking about your 'superior snogging skills' and the entirety of this hall would've thrown up on themselves. I know I would've."

At this, the smile on Malfoy's face droops a little, a ghost of his familiar sneer seeping in. [Y/N] takes a step back away from him, because she can't stand being more than a few feet near the prat. "You've got a lot of nerve, pulling this," she scoffs. "Try it again and you'll regret it. Now excuse me while I go do my bloody homework."

And then she turns around, goes back to the Gryffindor table, and does her bloody homework.

—

But Malfoy, as it turns out, isn't as weak-willed as he lets on. She's started receiving Howlers every morning at breakfast, all of which burst into flames every time to rain ashes upon her innocent plate of eggs and toast, but only after loudly blurting out some ridiculously bad pick-up line. It's been four days since the first Howler and they've only gotten progressively worse ever since—"you must be a Boggart because I'm terrified of pretty women"—and [Y/N] is beginning to grow so very tired.

Today, she hexes him in the middle of the hallway just as he's coming out of Potions class. She had warned him, all those days ago, that he'd regret it if he didn't let up. So [Y/N] watches, terribly amused as Draco starts wailing in the corridor, his hands splayed over his face in a measly attempt to cover the sardines falling out of his nostrils. It's an irreversible hex—or at least for eight hours—but until then, Draco will have to deal with the tiny fishes that shoot out of his nose at random intervals. [Y/N] can't bring herself to feel bad, not when he's humiliated her time and time again in front of so many people.

No Howlers arrive the morning after. There's a sense of what feels like disappointment coming off of the Great Hall; some people have actually turned around in their seats to watch her in anticipation for an owl to come swooping down upon her bearing a red envelope. Unfortunately for them, it doesn't happen. [Y/N], meanwhile, is finally at peace.

Or at least until Ron jabs her in the side and goes, "So are you?" he's grinning. "A Boggart, I mean."

It's a reference to the Howler she received yesterday. Her movements are dangerously swift; immediately she smacks the back of his head, sending him into a complaining frenzy. She rolls her eyes. "Stupid Malfoy."

"As much as I hate to say this," Harry begins, "I kind of wish you hadn't hexed him into stopping. His pick-up lines were pretty funny."

"Ha!" [Y/N] points a finger at Harry and nods approvingly, laughing a little. "That's a good one, Harry."

Harry stares at her dead in the eye. "Oh, I wasn't joking."

Her face falls.

"I suppose being on the receiving end of Malfoy's affection isn't any better than being hated by him," says Hermione, offering [Y/N] a sympathetic smile. "It's a good thing you showed him not to mess with you any further, [Y/N]."

[Y/N] tries for a smile of her own, but it comes out all stiff and crooked. "I feel like the past few days have been a fever dream," she says, shuddering. "This new form of—bullying, I don't know—has just been so weird. The bad names I've gotten used to, but—the compliments? The pick-up lines?"

"D'you think he's gone off his rocker?" Ron suggests.

"Maybe he fancies you," says Hermione off-handedly.

The effect this has on the three is instantaneous; Ron, Harry, and [Y/N] simultaneously blanch as though they've all swallowed something sour at the same time. Ron is choking on a piece of toast and Harry has spit water everywhere.

"Absolutely not," [Y/N] is shaking her head, nose wrinkled in distaste. "He can't possibly—that's ridiculous. We've hated each other for years."

"Feelings do change," Hermione shrugs, rolling her eyes at Ron and Harry, who have yet to recover from their initial shock. "And besides, it was just a suggestion. Although I don't see why he'd go out of his way to send you Howlers repeatedly asking you out if he doesn't fancy you."

"Because he wants to humiliate me in front of everyone!"

"Oh, alright, alright," Hermione sighs, sensing her defeat. "But you never know."

Ron has gathered his bearings once more. He turns to Hermione, genuine concern flooding his features, and blubbers, "Did I hear you right? Malfoy—fancying [Y/N]?"

"Yes, Ronald." Another eye-roll. "It's not that outlandish. Boys are boys—even Malfoy."

"Merlin's beard," he slumps down in his seat, shaking his head. "I don't think I've ever been this surprised. Not since I heard that Percy managed to score himself a girlfriend, and that was three years ago."

A few days pass, and while no more Howlers arrive, Malfoy is still as insistent as ever in his attempts to "woo" her—or, well, whatever it is he's trying to do. [Y/N] doesn’t quite know what to call it anymore; for some reason, it no longer feels like an attempt to bully or humiliate her. It's not as though he's insulting her, and it's not like her reputation is in any way being lessened. In fact, most of Hogwarts, it seems, enjoys the so-called "love-hate relationship" they've got going on, and expects them to get together sometime in the near future.

[Y/N] learns all of this from Fred and George, who are always a good source of gossip.

"What better love story than two sworn enemies falling in love?" George gushes, clasping his hands together.

"So romantic," Fred sings, closing his eyes and swaying his hips as though listening to a sultry tune only he can hear. “Setting aside their differences to answer the call of their hearts."

"Oh, Malfoy's still an arse, of course."

"But it's still romantic."

Part of [Y/N] wishes that the twins hadn’t told her that, because it makes it all the more confusing on her part. If, by some miracle, Malfoy does fancy her—what is she supposed to do? Ride off with him into the sunset? They are enemies—they have been for four, supposedly five years now, except this year Malfoy is being an insufferable twat who won't stop yelling pick-up lines at her in the hallways.

[Y/N] decides to turn a blind eye on him. If she ignores him for long enough, he's bound to stop.

Right?

—

Despite being a close friend to the famous Harry Potter, [Y/N] can say she’s made a name for herself at school that stretches far beyond just that girl who hangs out with the Chosen One. She’s been playing for the Gryffindor Quidditch team for two years and has contributed to some of the house’s most fantastic wins as a Chaser, and she’s also a fairly good student. She may have a penchant for trouble-making, but she knows how to limit herself. She prides herself for her work ethic and thus her grades are above average—enough for her to earn the favor of most of her teachers and for eager first-years to sometimes come up to her asking for help doing homework.

But enough for those very same first-years to come up to her in the hallway ready to do all of her biddings for the day, practically demanding her to hand over her books so that they can carry them for her? No. Certainly not. [Y/N] may have made a name for herself, but definitely not one renowned enough to earn the eleven-year-olds now crowded around her moments after she steps out of potions class, telling her that, “We’re here at your disposal! If you need us to do anything, just say the word!”

[Y/N] stares at the three children clustered around her, all wide-eyed and for some reason incredibly eager for her to start bossing them around.

Taken aback, she ushers them into a corner; the hallway is busy and people will keep bumping into them if they stay in the middle of the hallway like that.

Once away from the bustling main corridor, she bends down a little so that she’s at eye-level with all of them. “At my disposal?” she repeats, eyes narrowing playfully. “What do you mean?”

“We’re here to carry your books for you or grab you snacks from the kitchens or tie your shoelaces if you need us to!” one of them exclaims, bouncing on his toes.

Alright—this is getting ridiculous. [Y/N] pauses, lips pressed together into a thin line as she stares at each one of the first-years in turn; all three of them are staring at her as though waiting for her to start asking them to do push-ups.

She inhales. Someone must have put them up to this, because there is no way these children woke up this morning and simultaneously decided to become her servants for the day.

“Well,” she begins, smiling at them—and good grief, did she really look that young when she was eleven? “Thank you for offering to help me. I appreciate it, really—but lucky for me I’ve got some very capable arms and I think I can handle tying my shoelaces and carrying my books around and whatnot. But again—thank you. You’re all very nice.”

She pauses to look at their reactions; the smiles on their faces have drooped a little as they turn to one another, seemingly at a loss for words. “But,” the one girl says, frowning, “We’re supposed to help you.”

[Y/N] raises her eyebrows. “Supposed to?”

Someone definitely put them up to this—[Y/N] is certain of it now. And she has a good guess as to who.

She starts by saying, tone gentle, “Did someone tell you to do this? Because that’s really kind, and I’d love to thank them.”

The girl bunches up her lips in thought, shuffling her feet against the ground. “We’re not supposed to say,” she mutters, glancing at the two boys next to her nervously.

[Y/N] inhales. She needs confirmation, so she crouches down so that she’s the same height as them, and offers them all the friendliest, most trustworthy smile she can muster. The kind that wins over eleven-year-olds. “You won’t get in trouble if you tell me,” she tells them gently, and waits for them to nod in understanding before she goes, “Was it Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?”

They don’t have to respond—the looks on their faces are enough confirmation. [Y/N] suppresses the urge to roll her eyes, because of course Malfoy is the kind of person to somehow get first-years to do something like this. And she’s pretty sure it has something to do with bribery.

“Did he promise to give you anything, maybe?” [Y/N] presses on patiently.

The girl leans in and cups her hand over her mouth to whisper excitedly, “Chocolate frogs. Five for each of us.”

Ah. Of course. [Y/N] sighs inwardly and nods, standing up properly to once more tower over the tiny first-years. As much as she would love to have her own personal butlers, there is absolutely no way she is agreeing to take any part in exploiting these young kids. So she ruffles all of their hair in turn and promises to give them much, much more chocolate frogs than Malfoy will ever be able to offer if they swear to ignore him for the rest of their lives.

So she stands there in the hallway, a minute late for Transfiguration, watching the three first-years skip down the hallway, grinning excitedly to themselves—no doubt because they’ve just been promised what could be an infinite supply of chocolate frogs.

Which [Y/N] will now have to spend a lump of her summer savings on. Great. Bloody fantastic.

She didn’t think she could hate Draco Malfoy even more than she already did, but now, with the burden of buying chocolate frogs resting on her shoulders, she realizes that anything is possible.

[Y/N] finds Draco later on in the day when she’s heading to the Great Hall for dinner; as she’s passing by a window that coincidentally overlooks the Quidditch pitch, she sees him zooming around the stadium by himself, no doubt practicing to better his (in [Y/N]’s opinion) ghastly Seeker skills.

So she trudges off to the pitch, arms folded over her chest as she yells, “Malfoy!”

He notices, stops in mid-air, and immediately flies down to land in front of her, one hand on his hip and the other resting on top of his broom. That signature smirk is already on his face, mirrored by [Y/N]'s angry scowl. “Here to take me up on my offer for a date?” he grins, shaking his (sweaty, wet) hair out of his eyes. [Y/N] watches the movement, unimpressed. “Or were you just planning to watch me practice?”

She scoffs, tearing her eyes away from the way he’s running a hand through his blond hair. “Neither. I thought you were bad enough, Malfoy, but bribing first-years into doing my bidding for me? In exchange for bloody chocolate frogs?”

Malfoy’s hand pauses in carding through his hair. He drops it back to his side. “So you figured it out.”

”Why else would first-years be so eager for me to boss them around?”

”Maybe because they find you just as beautiful as I do?” he suggests, eyes glinting, the smile on his face growing even wider. [Y/N] lets out a quick breath of incredulous laughter, because is he really still keeping this act up when no one is around to see? Is he that desperate to get on her nerves?

“Just stop it, Malfoy,” she says through gritted teeth, taking a step closer to him. At this, he whistles a little, eyebrows rising, and for some reason [Y/N] tries very, very hard not to look at the sweat trickling down his forehead, the pale pink hue of his cheeks from the strain of practicing—“Please for the love of Merlin can you just drop the whole I’m-in-love-with-you act? You got what you wanted. You’ve annoyed me enough.”

Draco's nose wrinkles. “Oh, but that’s not what I wanted,” the smile on his face falters a little. ”Did you really think I did all of this just to annoy you?”

[Y/N]’s eyebrows furrow—and is that her heart skipping a beat? No. No, definitely not. Falling quiet for a few moments, she finally sniffs and says, “Why else would you go out of your way to act absolutely smitten by me?”

An echo of Hermione's voice from several days ago reverberates through her head. Maybe he fancies you.

Malfoy shrugs, his smirk falling just the tiniest bit to be replaced by a semblance of sincerity. But that can’t be. And then he says, “Maybe I fancy you,” and [Y/N]’s eyes widen.

That can’t be right. Flabbergasted, she blinks, taking a step back. This has to be some sort of joke—no, yes, that’s exactly what this is: another way to crawl under her skin and annoy the daylights out of her. She has to applaud him for his creativity.

Pinching the space between her eyes in irritation, she looks up at Malfoy, inhales, and says, deadpan, “I’m being serious.”

“I am too,” Malfoy counters, eyebrows raised innocently, and [Y/N] has never wanted to smack him more than she does now.

She lets out another incredulous laugh, because this entire situation is just so bloody ridiculous that she can’t quite wrap her head around it. Throwing her hands up in the air in frustration, she turns to him and says, “Alright—okay. Let’s say you do fancy me. I’m going to pretend for a few seconds that you do—okay?”

Draco watches her, evidently amused judging by his grin, shrugs, and nods.

“Okay,” she huffs. “If you do fancy me—why on earth would you?”

Draco opens his mouth, but she cuts him off: “We hate each other, Malfoy. We’ve hated each other since the moment you laid eyes on me and I laid eyes on you. What could have possibly changed your rotten mind?”

He rolls his eyes at this, shifting a little on where he stands. “For starters,” he begins, like he’s talking to a five-year-old, “I didn’t hate you. I disliked the fact that you hung out with the wrong sort of people.”

”The wrong sort of people,” she repeats, deadpan.

“The Weasleys. Blood traitors. Mudbloods.”

She scowls at him, brain struggling to fathom what the bloody hell he’s trying to tell her. Managing to once more plow through her confusion, she says, “Your point is?”

“I’d have asked you out long ago if only you were smarter with who you chose to befriend,” and there it is—that familiar, distasteful sneer [Y/N] hasn’t seen in a long time. “Your family’s one of the oldest wizarding families around. It’s a shame.”

She lets out another scoff of disbelief, but the first few of Draco's words have something inside of her stirring. She refuses to address it and instead says, “So—and again, I’m pretending—you fancy me because of my family?”

He lets out a little sniff. “Not what I said.”

”What is it you’re trying to say, then?”

“Blimey, how long is it going to take you to realize that I actually bloody fancy you?”

Draco has dropped all pretense of nonchalant arrogance; he’s staring at her, obviously frustrated and a little annoyed. He stops leaning on his broom and lets it drop to the ground in favor of advancing towards her until he’s mere inches away from her face.

”I fancy you,” he repeats, and it’s funny, how he says it, because declarations of love are supposed to be sweet and gentle—not scathing and angry. He’s scowling down at her, lip curling, brows drawn in together in the middle in a tight frown. “I’ve decided that I don’t care who you hang around anymore because I fancy you. Do you get it now?”

[Y/N] swallows, staring at him, momentarily frozen. Malfoy doesn’t seem as though he’s joking—and now she doesn’t know what to say. She’s never been this close to him before—close enough to see herself in the reflection of his eyes, which are a striking grey and remind her of thunderstorms brewing behind dark clouds—

She takes in a deep breath and swivels around, turning away from him. “Stop sending children to be my servants,” she says, and starts to walk away—until Malfoy grabs her wrist and forces her to look at him again.

For a moment the look in his eyes convinces [Y/N] that he’s about to apologize, but then his lips are splitting into a wide grin again and he says, “What if I bribe a seventh year into doing your homework for you?”

Another scoff. She tears her wrist away from his grip and stalks off, in complete and utter disbelief.

”Or a house-elf to bring you food?” he calls after her. “Someone to do your hair for you in the morning? Or someone to yell at me for you?”

She halts at the last one, and for some odd, unknown reason, she feels like smiling. But she doesn’t, because that will open a door into something she isn’t sure she wants to explore. So she turns around, suppressing that mysterious little smile, already twenty feet away from Malfoy as she says, loudly, “I like doing that last one myself, thanks.”

From this distance, she thinks Malfoy might be smiling. But she doesn’t stay long enough to find out.

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PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for!

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

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PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers.

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least.

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb.

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen.

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her.

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well.

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her.

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth.

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man.

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast

Logic

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game.

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks.

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment.

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun.

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code.

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!”

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join.

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first.

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice.

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!”

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter.

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.”

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!”

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice.

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair.

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right?

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes.

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began.

“Woah”

“Holy shit!”

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter.

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.”

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned.

“Nope, just me and the engines.”

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan.

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...”

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava.

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge.

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face.

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them.

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies.

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed.

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize.

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think.

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent.

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...”

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something”

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?”

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied.

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested.

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks.

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next.

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck.

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed.

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her.

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!”

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing!

She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications.

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?”

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?”

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.”

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think?

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Secret's Out

Summary: Request! Reid and Y/N are secretly dating, but their business doesn't stay their business for long.

Warnings: Criminal Minds level violence

Word Count: 2974

a/n: Thank you for the request! I hope you like it :)

Sorry this took forever! It took me a while to think of case details that I liked and then I kept rewriting parts. I think I'm finally happy with it though!

Masterlist

"Spencer!" You pushed him away. "The doors could open at any moment! How are we supposed to keep this a secret if Morgan walks in on us kissing in the elevator?" You raised a brow at him.

"On average, elevators travel at a speed of 200 ft/min or about 4 seconds per floor. Being on the fifth floor means we have about 20 seconds to ourselves." He smiled triumphantly.

"Yeah, until someone surprises us on floor 3." You rolled your eyes, stepping out of the doors once they opened.

"I can't help it. I'm just... really happy with you." He whispered softly.

"I'm really happy too." You smiled at him. You were about to lean in when the elevator doors opened once again to reveal JJ and Emily.

"Hey guys, ready for another case?" Emily glanced between you suspiciously, but thankfully didn't ask any prying questions.

"Yep, let's go!" You turned quickly, walking into the round table room without so much as a glance back at the three agents by the elevator.

"What's with her?" JJ questioned.

"Said she didn't sleep well last night. Must be all the caffeine." He held his own cup off coffee up in solidarity before also walking to the round table room.

"Alright, we've got 3 dead in Billings, Montana. All three were law enforcement, and all three were found this morning around the city." You listened as Penelope introduced the details of the case.

"Could be someone who feels the police didn't do a good enough job protecting a loved one?" You threw out a theory.

"Or someone who feels wronged by the criminal justice system as a whole." Rossi added on.

"Either way, they likely won't stop until we catch them. Wheels up in 20." Hotch rose from his seat as he spoke, wasting no time in preparing for take off.

You all dispersed briefly to grab your go bags, meeting back at the SUVs to head to the jet.

Once boarded, it didn't take long for the conversation to start up again.

"When we land, L/N go to the morgue. Dave, Prentiss take the first and second crime scenes, they're only a mile apart. Morgan and Reid, check out the third scene. I'll head to the precinct with JJ."

With Hotch's instructions set, you took what little time you had left on the flight to go over the causes of death.

"Anything stand out to you on the bodies?" You asked the ME after going over the blunt force trauma and bullet wounds.

"There's tape residue and bruising on the wrists and ankles. Based on the state of bruising, they were likely held for about 3 days before they were killed."

"Thank you for your help." You shook hands, pulling out your phone to call Hotch.

"Hotchner."

"Hotch, they were held for days before they were killed. How did nobody notice they were missing?" There was nothing in the reports that indicated the victims were reported missing prior to being found.

"We just found the same pattern. They all used vacation days for various reasons in the days leading up to their deaths. Meet us back at the precinct and Reid can explain the whole pattern."

"Okay, I'm leaving now." You hung up just as you reached the SUV. Throughout the drive, you couldn't stop thinking that something wasn't adding up.

The victims were taken in the same day. It didn't make sense for the unsub not to escalate. So, why aren't any officers unaccounted for?

Suddenly, a truck crashed into your SUV, sending you flying off the road. A figure dressed in black opened the door and dragged you from the car.

"Agent L/N, it's so good to see you again." A male voice spoke, but you couldn't place it.

He hit you over the head with a handgun before dragging you to his own vehicle.

"Where's L/N?" Emily questioned when her and Rossi returned from the second dumpsite.

"On her way back from the ME." Hotch answered. "Did you find anything useful?"

"They truly are dumpsites. Both bodies were found by dumpsters, sending a pretty clear message." Dave replied.

"Same for the third site." Derek added on.

"All three victims were single and took time off leading up to their death. Nobody would've notice that they were missing until it was too late." Reid supplied the final bit of information gathered.

Hotch's phone rang before anyone else could comment. The frantic sound of Garcia's nails clicking against her keyboard echoed through the phone. She was talking before anyone could greet her.

"You need to see this, check your tablets."

Confused glances were exchanged as everyone, barring Reid, opened their tablets. Reid glanced over Morgan's shoulder to observe as well.

A seemingly live video that Garcia received a link to was streaming to the tablets.

A single woman sitting in a chair could be seen in the frame. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair with thick, gray tape and a bag was over her head.

"Garcia, what is this?" Hotch asked almost immediately.

"I was emailed the link just now. It's not streaming anywhere else online." Her reply came quickly, the sound of typing still filling in the silence.

"Can you trace it?" Rossi questioned.

"I'm trying, but it's being routed through multiple proxy servers."

"Did the email say anything?" Emily chimed in.

"No, it was just the link- Wait. I just got another email." She paused as the new email loaded. "It's addressed to Reid."

Every set of eyes in the room turned to Reid.

"What does it say?" He felt the nerves beginning to grow waiting for Garcia to read the words aloud.

"Dr. Reid,

I hope you remember me. What am I saying, of course you do. I've got something of yours that you might want back. You see Dr. Reid, you and your team ruined me. My family, my career, all of it, just gone. I thought I'd return the favor. A person's phone can be so informative. Tell me, does your team know about your girlfriend? I've so enjoyed getting reacquainted with her.

Happy hunting."

Spencer's face went white as he looked at Morgan's tablet again. His thoughts were racing. How did he not recognize you before? Even with the bag over your head, he should've known it was you.

"It's her." His words were barely a whisper.

"This is your girlfriend?" Morgan gestured to the screen again. Spencer could only nod in reply, his mind unable to focus on anything except you.

"Reid, listen to me. You've got to tell us everything you know about her. We'll have to split up. You can go back to Quantico with Emily and Morgan, the rest of us will stay here to work on our current case." Hotch was already devising a strategy to work both cases.

"There's no need." His words made sense to him, but sounded cryptic to the rest of the team.

"Kid, of course there is. We'll help you get her back." Morgan placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively shocking him back to the present situation.

"There's no need to split up because she's here. She's in Montana." Before he could continue, everyone was asking questions.

"Give me a phone number and I'll get you a location." Garcia was already typing away again.

"Are you sure she's here?" JJ's brows furrowed. She did her best to hide the hurt of her best friend hiding his girlfriend from her, again.

"Why would she be here?" Rossi added.

"How did she get here? Maybe we can track the transportation and figure out means of abduction." Emily was the only one thinking about the case.

Like ripping off a bandaid, Spencer blurted out the truth.

"It's Y/N."

He was met with silence in the room as everyone absorbed the information.

Garcia caught up first, a sudden gasp sounding through the phone.

"So, then that's Y/N... in the video..." Her voice wavered.

As if a switch was flipped, the team was back on the case.

"Garcia, get me a list of anyone who would have a grievance with the team." Hotch ordered.

"Go through anyone who was falsely accused. Start with cases in or around Montana. He would want to keep this close to home." Rossi specified.

"We've only had one case in Montana since Y/N joined the team." Reid supplied the knowledge as it came to him. "A name, I need a name." He muttered to himself, pulling his hair as he roughly ran his hands through it and over his face. "Garcia, look into Jameson Braddock."

"Got it." She immediately began a background check, searching through case files and news articles for additional information. "i'll get back to you with locations." With that, she hung up.

"Fill us in, kid. Who is Jameson Braddock." Morgan lead Reid to a chair, gently easing him into it.

"Our last case in Montana, Emily and I went to interview a witness." Emily nodded, the memories slowly coming back to her.

"He wasn't very forthcoming, and then he tried to run." She added on.

"Exactly, except he didn't make it very fair. We arrested him, but it turned out he was only guilty of selling alcohol to minors. When word of his arrest got out, the whole town thought it was for the serial rapes and murders we were investigating even though it was never confirmed."

"By the time we corrected the media, it was too late." JJ supplied, also remembering the man.

"So, he killed three officers just to draw us out back out here?" Morgan refocused the conversation on the current case.

"It looks that way now. The media knew we were coming, so he must have as well." Emily theororized. "If he followed us from the airport, he would've seen Y/N leave by herself."

"He likely didn't know about your relationship until he abducted her and went through her phone." Hotch paced the room.

"He's flaunting his power over us." Rossi chimed in just as Hotch's phone rang again.

"Garcia, what've you got?"

"Three addresses in Billings, Montana. Jameson Braddock has been on a downward spiral since your last trip there. His entire life fell apart, like he said. Divorced, his wife moved to Nebraska with their two kids. He lost his job at the high school, and was evicted from his house when he could no longer pay the bills." She listed the information quickly.

"He has ties to three addresses. Nobody has moved into his previous house, so it's vacant. He's got a small apartment in the northern part of the city which he pays for through working odd hours at Taco Bell. Finally, he briefly worked security at a now abandoned warehouse."

"An apartment wouldn't be enough space to hold her without the chance of someone hearing. She's not there." Rossi eliminated the location as an option.

"We'll split up to cover the warehouse and the house-" Hotch began, but Reid cut him off.

"No, we shouldn't split up. She's got to be at the house. The warehouse has no connection to his previous life. He wants revenge for our perceived wrongdoing, he wouldn't make his last stand at a new location." Reid was already putting on a bullet proof vest. Despite how his mind was racing, he refused to show how afraid he was.

"You're sure?" Morgan asked, on the fence about committing to one location.

"Absolutely." With that, Reid was out the door heading for the SUVs.

"Rossi, Emily head around back. I'll take the front with Reid. JJ and Morgan, the side door." Hotch instructed the team to split up upon arrival at the house.

Reid wasted no time in approaching the house. He was confident you were inside, but he didn't know what was happening to you.

The main floor was cleared quickly. Again, the team split up to cover the upper level and the basement.

Knowing you were likely downstairs, Reid immediately started that direction, JJ and Hotch following him.

It wasn't hard for him to find you. You were still tied to the chair in the middle of the room, bag over your head.

Before anyone could stop him, Reid lowered his gun and ran to you. He gently maneuvered the bag off your head, stopping his movements only when he felt something press into his back.

"Dr. Reid. So kind of you to join us." Braddock spoke maniacally, pressing the gun against Reid's head.

"Drop your weapon." Hotch commanded, but the man only cackled in response.

'Y/N... Y/N." Reid gently shook you in an attempt to wake you up.

"She can't hear you." Braddock singsonged.

"What did you do?" Reid tried to turn to him only to feel the gun press further into his head.

"Like I said in my email, you people ruined my life. They took everything from me, so I thought I'd try to return the favor." During his short speech, Braddock shifted just enough for JJ to get a clean shot.

He fell to the ground, gun clattering across the floor.

Reid moved quickly to remove the tape binding you to the chair while Hotch called for a medic in the basement.

The entire team watched as you were wheeled into the ambulance, still unconscious, none more scared than Spencer.

"She's going to be fine, Spence." JJ tried to reassure him, nonetheless his pacing continued.

"You don't know that. We don't even know what he did to her." He had one hand anxiously running through his hair, the other pinching the bridge of his nose in distress.

Just then, a doctor emerged from behind closed doors.

"F/N L/N." She called into the waiting room, slightly taken aback when the group of agents rushed to her.

"It was touch and go for a while, but she got here just in time." It was visible to even the least qualified profiler how relieved the team felt. Their previously tense shoulders relaxed, frowns turned to small smiles, wide eyes and raised brows pinched together with joy.

"What happened?" Emily posed the question everyone was thinking.

"In short, she was drugged. It's not clear what exactly was used, but it was likely a mix of drugs that attempted to stop her heart."

"Can we see her?" Morgan spoke next, cautiously eyeing Reid.

"You may, follow me." The doctor lead them through a series of hallways to your room. "She should be waking up soon."

With that the doctor left, allowing the team to file into the room. You looked strangely peaceful for someone who almost died.

"So..." JJ glanced between you and Spencer. "Girlfriend, huh?"

His eyes went wide. Instinctively, he turned to you for help, but you were still asleep. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out.

"Relax, kid." Morgan grinned. "We're happy as long as you two are happy."

Spencer smiled gratefully, looking at you with an adoring gaze. "We are happy."

"How long?' Emily gestured to your joined hands. Just before Spencer could answer, you groaned.

"I want to hear your guesses first." Your voice was raspy, but there was a clear smile on your face. "Also, what happened?"

The quickly explained the email Garcia received and the events that followed.

"Now that that's cleared up, do tell us how long you think we've been together. I know you've got a bet going." You narrowed your eyes, playfully glaring at each team member.

"4 months." Hotch begrudgingly admitted. JJ followed with 3 months, Derek and Rossi both betting 10 weeks, and Emily going with 6 weeks.

"Ha, you're all wrong." You smiled triumphantly, leaning closer to Spencer.

"Wait, we haven't heard from Garcia." Derek smirked as he rung her on speaker phone.

"Oh, my beautiful crime fighters. Y/N, are you okay?" Your smile widened at the concern in her voice.

"I am indeed, but I have a very important question for you." You glanced as Spencer briefly before continuing. "How long do you think Spence and I have been together?"

"Oh, I know this one!" Her excitement caught everyone but you off guard. "7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days."

Spencer's jaw dropped as he stuttered out, "that's exactly right..."

"How'd you figure it out?" The group of profilers wore matching expressions of surprise as Penelope explained.

"Well, we had just finished testifying in the Bigelow trial. The whole team went out for drinks, and I could just see it in Y/N's eyes the next day that something wonderful happened. At first I just thought that she got some, but then I saw her and the good doctor in the kitchen getting coffee and I knew." Penelope's voice held a mixture of smugness and pure excitement.

"Babygirl, you didn't tell me?" Derek sounded genuinely offended.

"Y/N asked me not to." Even though you couldn't see her, you knew she punctuated the statement with a shrug.

"You knew, she knew?" Spencer turned to you in shock.

You nodded. "I could see it on her face the second I walked out of the kitchen. But she promised not to tell, so I didn't either."

"The two of you, thick as thieves." Rossi lamented.

"I love you so much." Spencer whispered into your ear as he pulled you in for a hug.

"I love you too." You whispered right back.

"Honestly, I'm glad the secret's out." You smiled at Spencer before looking at the rest of the team. "Although, I wish I didn't have to be kidnapped to tell you."

You spent a few more hours in the hospital before being cleared to go back to the hotel.

The next morning, you smiled to yourself as you were finally able to cuddle with Spencer during the flight home.

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