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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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am i warm enough for you?

➳ tags ;; soulmate au, strangers to lovers, fluff and angst but mostly fluff, some-what canon compliant, bakugo katsuki is bad at feelings, lots of Feelings™, you guys are adults but the end of the fic but the fic is sfw, alcohol, drunk confessions

➳ wc ;; 5.6k..

➳ plot summary ;; you see your soulmate in dreams - sometimes in bits and pieces and other times in full. bakugo is less than inclined to admit he even has a soulmate - and you learn how to cope with it, one day at a time.

bakugo learns that this soulmate shit is no joke. that has to be why he keeps falling for you so helplessly.

➳ a/n ;; i wasn’t even gonna comeback this early but it felt so wrong not to post on my bfs birthday so alas </3 for anyone who cares to know this is @elysianseraph but with my new url. nice to see u all <3

this was originally posted on 4/20 but im reposting cause it didn’t show up in the tags dskjds

It’s hazy.

A cloud of smoke settles over your body, permeating your lung. It smells like sugar, like burning, like smoke and a little like leather. You can feel your toes curl and your hands moving but your body is separate from you in a way you can’t describe. It’s a pleasant kind of warmth that spreads, creeping up from behind your neck till it’s soft and cradling your skull. It’s soft like the touch of a mother, like wool over your ears.

It’s a pleasant feeling, that’s all. Almost cozy but there’s a fading sense of distress that chills in your lungs as you encompass it. Your hands are too small to reach forward, and truthfully the sensation is so powerful that you’re afraid to reach out. You’re 6 years old, so all you know is how it makes you feel. You can’t remember many details, but you feel pleasant. Something about it is soft, but there’s a sharp edge right at the end that has your lungs gasping for air.

It’s a flash of colors. Red. Orange. Pale Yellow. Grey. Black. Forest Green. Red. Red. Orange. Red.

And then it fades into a feeling again. A blurry feeling. You feel conflict, then concern, then inadequacy in heavy waves almost like it’s drowning you. It’s the first time you’ve experienced such a pain, so your wailing and wiping tears away with chubby fingers and saying a name you don’t know and can’t remember.

Ka. You know the sound, Ka. But you don’t know of anything more. It repeats rhythmically in your mind like a knock on the door, rapping with urgency - but it doesn’t do anything to jog your memory. Someone is trying to be let in but you don’t know how to answer them, and you’re still crying. The distress, the inadequacy shakes you and all you feel is frustration in short simple bursts.

Your first encounter with your soulmate is written this way in your memory. A sense of urgency laced with frustration - but they’re not towards you. It’s him, his feelings - you can feel them even deeper then he can. They pierce you in a way that makes it hard to breathe, no matter how you try to escape them it’s an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. The only way to escape the feelings of a dream is either to control them, or to face them and swim through the fog.

Soulmates have an urgency to them, in general. His is different, you can tell as much. Your first soulmate dream leaves the heaviest impression and each one thereafter is like pieces of a puzzle.

Sometimes you simply share random dreams, like a split screen in a video game - the two of you witness different parts of the same dreamverse. Other times, and honestly - most times, you’re experiencing their emotions or feelings. You experience their core memories, their life, in flashes and bits and pieces.

It’s not enough to know them or who they are, it’s like know everything about them except the things that matter

Sometimes you meet too. Just barely.

MEETING 1:

The room is white. When you blink, colors flash in order - red, pale yellow, orange, forest green and you know. You blink a few more times, stretching your hands out in front of yourself. Curling your hands into fist then into stretched palms, you lean forward and stretch. You wriggle your toes - notice you're wearing shoes. Clothes from your closet. Strange.

You take a look around the room but there isn't much to see. There’s a wall in front of you with a glass divider and a mirrored empty room. The room across from yours has spiky decor littered against the walls. An orange dresser, plastic grenades and play guns. You know who it is without a second warning - and a foggy part in the back of your head tells you that it’s him, again but with more force. You don’t see anything in your room, but you figure he might. All of it is confusing to you.

Before you can blink, there’s a loud thud coming from the other side of the glass. It’s a silhouette, the outline of a face - but nothing clear. Dream logic dictates you can’t know a face you’ve never seen, yet somehow you know his outline. Spiky, he’s spiky everywhere.

“Hello?,” you call out, overly tentative. The figure pauses, seems to take in whatever they must be seeing. You’re not sure what response you’re expecting, really. There’s no expectations at all.

“...Who the fuck are you?,” says a pitchy, male voice. He sounds like he’s your same age, a highschool boy. His throat is rough, yet not overly deep. It’s almost scratchy.

“Uhm,”

You’re not sure how to reply. You can see him through the glass, but not really. Still, you take note of his shadows like they’re going to tell you anything more. You shove your hands in your pockets, messing around with something inside.

“Uh.. your soulmate, I think,” you reply.

Scratching the back of your neck as an awkward silence settles, you take a few minutes to try and figure what more to say.

“We met when we were kids once too,” you explain awkwardly. He must know, has too - this soulmate thing is a two way thing, but his silence is deafening. You just want to feel this space. Is it always this awkward?

“Red. Orange. Pale Yellow. Forest Green,” you repeat, like a mantra. You hear him take in a sharp breath, and freeze. For some reason, you’d like to avoid upsetting him. He doesn’t seem like he’s taking to the information too well.

“I don’t have time for this damn bullshit… whatever quirk you’ve got to mimic this - cut it the fuck out,”

Hostile.

You pause, not sure how to feel. Half of you is offended, the other half is confused - had you done something to upset him? You can feel how he feels - but you don’t understand it. You sit with your mouth agape, like a fish out of water. Unsure of how to proceed, you scoff a little.

“Woah.. this isn’t a quirk thing. We’re.. soulmates? That’s already a thing,”

More silence. You’ve.. he doesn’t seem upset, but you can tell he’s not all that keen to the idea. It’s a bare minimum improvement that you find yourself valuing, without your consent. He breathes again, throat even more hoarse than before. His voice is angry but it doesn’t fit his responses, his feelings - so you don’t pay attention to his madness. Something is off.

“... I’m not supposed to have a soulmate. No fucking way I have a soulmate,” he grits. You step back, stumbling. You didn’t have any expectations.. but this wasn’t what you had been expecting at all. You feel uneasy, sick. It must be a shared feeling if the way he leans against a wall counts for anything.

A beat of silence passes before you open your mouth to speak.

“... I have no idea what I’m supposed to say to that,” you admit. He scoffs.

“Nothing you damn extra. Leave me the fuck alone,”

You don’t reply, too stunned. This was your soulmate? This.. asshole? Not that you were a peach entirely either, but this was supposedly the person that the universe had decided for you?

You shake your head. Maybe you’re just being rash? He could be a nice guy behind all the chaos. You try your best to hold onto that, that this was literally someone chosen for you before you gave up all hope. You sigh, cracking your neck.

“You can say whatever you want but.. we’re here, you know? It’s more productive to just go with it.. isn’t it?,”

“Go fuck yourself,”

“After meeting you, I’m not exactly over the fucking moon about it either. It is what is,”

“You’re not my fucking.. soulmate or whatever the fuck. Leave me alone,”

Your heart both aches with anger and sadness. You don’t know what to do. What does this shit-head know about you, anyway? You know he’s been through some shit, same as you - what makes him so entitled? You swallow the lump in your throat. It hurts. It pierces. Stupid soulmate bonds.

“Yeah? Alright. Fuck you too,”

You see him pace around for a longer before he disappears in a cloud of smoke. You didn’t even catch his name, and you’re not sure you wanted too. It must be morning, but at least you're away from him. It feels lonely, but it must just be you.

Your eyes flutter open but your heart is heavy with regret. You don’t know who it belongs to, but you’ve got class in an hour and not enough time to think about it. If he doesn’t want to meet you that’s fine.

It’s fine. Not like you wanted to meet your soulmate anyway.

You don’t have another meeting with your soulmate for months. Lately your dreams have little if anything to do with him or where he is, how he’s been. You have some of those split screen ones, where you know he’s there but neither of you acknowledge each other, even in spirit, like how you did before. When you wake up feeling angsty, you don’t know how to distinguish the feeling but you don’t try.

You wonder idly if he can feel your apathy, if he cares enough too. Maybe he also mistakes it for his own? It seems likely.

It’s a weekday where you’re getting ready for remedial classes at your school. First year advanced courses were no joke, and you find yourself regretting your choice to participate in them.

Still you get dressed anyway, put your uniform on and brush your teeth - wash your face with your eyes half open and look presentable. No one's home in the morning, the house is empty of any life but you. Food becomes a last minute priority, so you make an egg sandwich with cheese and eat it on the way to the train station.

You stare down at your feet as you step outside, music drowning out the noise of your surroundings aptly. The walk to the station is long and the ride is longer, but the streets are packed edge to edge. Musutafu is busy this time of year - the U.A. Sports Festival is taking place today and everything seems to reflect that. You barely manage to squeeze past all the strangers on the subway - clearly on their way to see it.

When you get to school, you're greeted by a mostly empty classroom with a teacher. These classes were straightforward as always, do the work you need to correct, have it approved and leave. It repeats until your finished with all the assignments and you get to be done. You give a respectful nod to your teacher before grabbing your work from your bag.

It goes on and on - occasionally, you hear an excited gasp and quiet chatter from classmates. It’s about the festival, the happenings - but you’re too caught up in completing your work that day and trying to get the fuck out of their as soon as possible.

Shit like that didn’t matter to you, anyways. It’s just a festival.

You leave around the same time the festival seems to have ended, the streets flooded with people - you miss the first station and wander towards an electronics store a block away from your highschool.

It’s the winners on TV. A guy with split hair - Shouto Todoroki, Endeavors son. A guy with a bird head, and a blonde with red eyes - muzzled to the pole.

When you see them, your heart stops. You can feel anger, an unfamiliar rage and humiliation building in your chest. It feels the word has stopped as you watch from afar, through screens. Your soulmate seems upset about something, but you wouldn’t know what.

And that blonde on TV, you wonder if you know him from somewhere.

MEETING 2:

Red.Orange. Pale Yellow. Grey. Black. Forest Green. Red. Red.

You feel him before you even know what’s happening - and it catches you completely off-guard. You haven’t had a proper soulmate dream in two years. Smoke clouds your lungs, the taste of sugar burning your tongue as you cough yourself into awareness. This time, you’re not in a room but it’s a campground. In the middle of the space is a bonfire, burning warmly. This one feels more vivid, more real.

But you know it’s not, your body feel unusually light and your hands can’t hold anything for too long. You know it’s a dream, but you sit in the chair anyway. It feels like you're floating. You feel oddly warm. Dread builds in the pit of your stomach. Even though it’s been so long since you’ve spoken to your soulmate - you can’t forget the terrible first encounter. It sticks to the roof of your mouth - a bitter memory that fills you with unexplainable, irrational resentment.

But it’s not like you hadn’t been seeing him, to an extent. You’ve seen all his memories in bits and pieces - all of them tragic and painful. This time, you see people but they come in the form of small scraps. Spiky Red. Electricity. Tape. Pink with Horns. Music. Green. So much green and red - like Christmas, you’ve called it. You’ve seen disappearances, fear, anguish - so much anguish.

In the weeks after All Might’s fall, you were in so much pain - you couldn’t stop crying for days. It’s been enough time to know what feelings were yours and which were his - and these ones felt so much like him. It went on for nearly a year - you’d almost got accustomed to it. If tears showed up to blot the ink of your lecture notes, you didn’t think twice about it. You tried to keep yourself calm, steady - in hopes you could lend your soothing to him. Even if he hated your guts, you could barely believe so much sadness could exist in one person. You didn’t know what happened but whatever it was - it must’ve been terrible. At the very least, you felt sympathy.

Sympathy was enough to get by for a long time. A neutral, level-headed sympathy that helped soothe some of your own hurt.

All that said, you were hardly expecting to see him again - especially not this soon. You don’t remember the last time you thought about him in anything other than passing - actively. It’s one thing to know what's happening - you’ve felt him passively everyday for damn near two years.

But it’s another thing to see him in front of you, force yourself to acknowledge him as your soulmate even if he insists on not doing the same.

You squirm in your chair, noticing that you’re wearing PJ’s instead of clothes. Just a hoodie and sweats, none of which fit you quite right. You pull your sleeves over your hands, fiddling with the stray strand of thread loose.

“What the fuck is this shit?,”

Your stomach drops. Unsure of what to say, you opt to say nothing at all. Just let him be, sit quietly in your dreams and mind your business. Maybe he’ll wake up soon and it’ll all be over.

You can’t see him from the corner of your vision but you can hear him shuffle. The way he touches things, noticing how they make noise but don’t feel quite right in his hands. How it feels real but doesn’t, how it is real and isn’t. Surely, he’s noticed you by now. The lingering silence makes you squirm.

“...It’s you,”

You flinch, lifting your head up slightly to meet his gaze. His expression is unreadable, but it’s different from before. In a fleeting moment, something occurs to you.

You can see him. What he looks like. Blonde with red eyes, and a sharp chin and thin waist. You know it must mean you’ve seen him before - perhaps you’d even seen each other, but for your life you can’t remember where you’ve seen his face. It’s right there, on the edge of your mind, but you’re stumped.

“Hello?,”

“Oh,” your reply comes short, strained. Your eyes flutter as you press your lips into a flat line. “Uh, hi,”

The blonde sits in the chair, slumping down. His eyes go towards the flickering flames without another word and you decide it’s best not to engage. It stays like that for a while, a beat of silence - not awkward but not comfortable, passing by without another thought. It all feels real, present - not like normal dreams. This must be the special kind of soulmate thing you find yourself feeling resentful towards.

His eyes are heavy. Relief is overwhelming him, with an iron grip and he’s worried you can feel it. If you can, you don’t say a word.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he admits.

The words sound tender passing through his mouth, unmistakably so - but you don’t get your hopes up. Instead, you give him a placating laugh, leaning forward towards the fire and mirroring him.

“I didn’t think so either,”

When it falls silent, it feels comfortable. It’s not like either of you have anything to say to each other right now, with no manual on how this was supposed to go. If he even wanted to go there.

“I can.. see you,” you start. He squints.

“You couldn’t before?,”

This takes you by surprise. You shake your head.

“No..Could you? See me, I mean?,”

Bakugo feels heat rise to his skin. Oh. Huh.

“Yeah,” he replies, a sharp inhale leaving his lungs “I can see you,”

There’s something tense in the air. It’s a strange sensation - to know the deepest and most intimate parts of someone without even knowing their name proper, or where they went to school, or what they normally eat for breakfast. All that connects you are these mutual feelings, shared grief that holds you two to the title of soulmates. This odd bond.

“..d’ya still think I’m a quirk wielding villain?,” you laugh, or try too - you’re doing your best to cut the tension. He can feel your hurt all the way from your sit, so deep in his gut - it’s been haunting him for years. How many nights of sleep he’s lost knowing there are soft and helpless tears coming from these suppressed feelings. He doesn’t know how to say sorry, so he sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He’s changed a lot in two years - but not enough to be good at this.

“No, I don’t,”

“Oh,”

He smiles, just a little. It’s gentle, casts shadow on his face from the light of the fire. It’s warm, everything feels warm and better and invigorating. When you look at him and his uneasy expression - you know he feels it too.

“By the way, uhm - what’s your name? Ka.. something? Right?,”

His eyes shoot up in surprise. He nods a little.

“Katsuki Bakugo,” he replies, expectantly. You seem surprised that he wants to know yours.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” comes your reply.

“Nice to meet you,” says him, Bakugo - your soulmate.

“Nice to meet you too,”

Getting to know Bakugo is unusually easy. You get the feeling it wouldn’t be, in the case that you were anything but soulmates - but Bakugo has never known being this intimate with someone other than you. Despite himself, how much he hates himself - you never seem too. Even though you feel and see all the ugliest parts of him - have since he was small enough to still be innocent, you always treat him the same.

Your conversations are short, and shallow. Regardless, he’s not used to talking so much about himself. But you’re always curious, so much so Bakugo doesn’t have the heart to see your countless questions go unanswered.

You keep a little notebook of all of your encounters. You remember them by heart but write them down too, just in case you miss something. You ask about his friends - Spiky Red and Soft Green, referring to them that way even after you’ve known their names. You ask about his work - the life of a dangerous hero, and if he ever gets nervous flying through the air.

Admittedly, he’s mean to you. He teases you so frequently, he’s lost count of all the times you’ve huffed and puffed at his sarcastic remarks. Still, you never turn away from him. You stand with your foot down and your arms crossed over your chest - insistent on making him feel flustered too. And it works, somehow - because you know all too much about Bakugou and always gets him right where he’s most conscious about. You don’t have to tease him about his feelings since you know them like the palms of your hand.

But these shallow conversations always mean a little more to him that he knows how to verbalize, and half the time he doesn’t need to do that at all. You’ve learned the masterful of working around him quietly, making all the parts of that feel too big to love - something small and fragile. Somehow, you’ve made being with him, even as friends - feel like less of an impossible feat but a dream.

Katsuki Bakugo has been in love with you since he was 6 years old. There must be some feelings we cannot share with our soulmates, because he has no idea if you feel it or not. He just knows he does, somewhere deep in the cavern of his heart, he loves you.

You never cross the barrier of romance with him, though. A paralyzing fear seems to settle in your bones when you breach too close to love and intimacy - and Bakugo understands those feelings, even if he doesn’t know exactly why they’re there. It’s not something you’ve decided to tell him yet, but he feels it in the same way he feels your loneliness. You may be kind but you’re more guarded than he is, and not fearless but reckless.

But he still finds himself aching to love and be loved by you, no matter how much he hates it. The yearning still manages to swallow him, even late into the night.

MEETING 3:

It’s been a while since your last meeting with Bakugo but not long. You were 21 now, but your dream visits were frequent. When you weren't speaking or seeing him through dreams - you were watching him on TV. You’d been yet to meet with him in real life but to you, that was okay. Seeing him like this had been more than enough.

Today was different. Normally, that bonfire was always a back-drop to these little encounters but it was a field today - a filed with rolling hills and hundreds of flowers and tall grass that made you feel itchy. The sun was permanently stuck right before it set but it was so warm everywhere. When you get there, there’s a blanket on the top of one of the hills. You sit on it cautiously and watch the wind pass. Everything is tinged orange, and red - you know he’s there with you before he appears.

When he does, he seems different. You glance over at him as he stumbles towards you in a stupor, and when he does finally sit - you get a whiff of alcohol coming from his neck and mouth. It’s strong enough to make a little dizzy. Blinking owlishly, he sits crisscross besides you, staring a little at the surroundings.

“..the fuck?,” he slurs. You can’t help but break out into a laugh. He nearly falls over, body swaying so you bring his head down to your shoulder wordlessly, a furious heat running all over your skin. Even though you can’t feel him, the gesture makes you feel something in your belly.

“Why’re you so drunk?,”

“Birthday,” he mumbles. Your eyes widen in surprise. Bakugo is seemingly unfazed, eyes drooping with tiredness. He’s completely inebriated.

You feel yourself grow tender. You’d have to wake up and remember the days date. Despite all the times you’ve met, you had no clue about his birthday or how he celebrated. You feel your heart ache at the idea you’ve spent the latter half of it together, in your own way.

“Happy Birthday, Bakugo.”

“Bakugo this, Bakugo that,” he growls, a little incoherent “We’re supposed to be fucking soulmates and you still call me by that.. damn name.”

He hiccups a little as you sit there stunned. You blink.

“.. You think of us as soulmates?,”

“Are you some kind of moron?,”

You scowl, flicking his forehead with your thumb and forefinger. He makes a noise of indignance.

“Well, how would I know? When we first met, you didn’t seem enthused about it,”

Bakugo sighs tiredly.

“I was 15 and an asshole - clearly I don’t fuckin’ feel that anymore,”

You seem surprised again.

“..You don’t?,”

Instead of swearing at you, he closes his eyes and gets closer to you. The liquor runs through his system like liquid courage and he nods a little.

“Not at all,”

“What do you..”

“What do you think I mean?,” he barks a laugh. You feel your pulse under your skin, drumming against your chest like a hammer. You can’t even breathe.

You’ve had feelings for Bakugo from the second proper meeting you’d had with him. It was clear as a day that he was your soulmate for good reason, that inexplicable draw that kept your heart from ever belonging to anyone else. You tried to - tried to go on dates and see other opportunities through but he was always so one of a kind.

Yet, you’d given up all hope that it would mean anything to harbor these feelings, convinced that Bakugo simply wasn’t interested in you In doing any of this. You didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t want - so you kept your distance with hope that he’d still be in your life. It was enough, or you’d wanted it to be.

It’d be a lie to say that you hadn’t started thinking about it more and more as the days pass. What it would be like to see him, touch him and love him and be with him for real - these passive daydreams gone vivid. If he could see your dreams, he must know about them. But you didn’t know how to approach it - how to approach love at all.

That’s the thing with soulmates. You’re told that you’ll just have the answers, destiny will do the hard work but that’s far from true. Because even now, with Bakugo leaning on your shoulder with this confession lingering in the air - you don’t know what to do.

“Stop being so nervous,” he mumbles. You stumble a little over yourself.

“Sorry,”

He chuckles.

“You really need me to say it, huh?,” he sighs. He picks himself. If he’s drunk and reckless, then fuck it - he’s gonna take it all the way. He drops his head onto your lap with a tired sigh.

“I think you’re my soulmate, you fuckin’ idiot,” he admits.

And it’s hard to say, because feelings don’t come easy for Bakugo Katsuki - but it’s the least he can do. All Bakugo Katsuki has ever known is to be lonely. It’s a loneliness that he’d forced on himself. Bottling up all the anger and sadness and swallowing it. It’s long since sunk it’s claws into him. That overwhelming, all consuming ugly feeling that lingers underneath that superiority complex.

That no one would ever, could ever love the ugliness that lingers in him. That no one who knew him for what he truly is, could care for him. Deku was the first of many disbeliefs and not much had changed.

Except for when it did. Except for when he met you - in a dream, and you were real and beautiful even at 15. That the universe hadn’t been playing some sick joke on him when he kept seeing you in his dreams, so soothing to his teenage loneliness. You were real and that was so fucking scary.

But you loved him anyway. Looked out for him when he was at his lowest - the soothing beat of your heart in the days after All Mights end . When he cried himself into sleep and dreamed of you. God, how he dreamed of you. Not especially romantic dreams, but dreams of how you made breakfast. How you watched cartoons on Sunday and read manga in your classes instead of the assigned work. How you fell asleep on the train station and always ate icecream after big tests. How you were especially mundane and how he got to be apart of that everyday routine.

After all, you see dreams of each other, but Bakugo has no clue what your dreams of him look like. His have always looked like you though.

When he was worthless and empty and unable to give you anything meaningful, to apologize or put his pride away - you had loved him anyway. Felt for him with clumsy hands and held on, not letting go. Even when he was begging for you to leave him alone, in fear of this all being nothing more than a cruel dream - you held on tightly to him. With your silly notebook questions and dumb names.

Bakugo Katsuki has never known what it means to love someone who isn’t you. Even if you found someone else and there was someone better than you for him, he would grit his teeth and bear it. He wonders if he’ll ever believe he deserves you. He wants to believe you’re his soulmate - to believe you wont ever leave. To believe that he did something right enough that the universe could give him someone like you.

And he wishes he could say all this, but he can’t - he just closes his eyes and hopes you can feel it.

“You’re so mean,”

“Isn’t that why you like me?,” he grins.

And you can feel his sincerity. He should feels yours too.

“I love you, actually,”

He gasps, a sharp breath that stabs his lungs. He feels sober from the confession.

His voice is gravelly when he speaks.

“Yeah, shit - me too,”

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest. The address is correct, it has to be with the way this place looks. Only a hero could live here, with the floors that lead up to skies. He lives on 3rd floor, so you swallow your fear. You give yourself a thumbs up in the glass window pane of the building before entering through the doors.

When you get there, a box sits. You press the button next to his place, bouncing on the balls of your feet until you answer.

“Hello?,”

His voice feels different in real life. You cough.

“Uh, hi,” you greet awkwardly “I’m here,”

“Oh,” he says. You hear something buzz and then him again. “Come on up,”

And you do. The elevator ride feels like it stretches mild, classic piano echoing against the empty walls. You feel yourself feel sick but you’re not sure it’s from the movement. All you can do is fidget and wait.

When the doors open, you peak your head out into the hallway. He’s the first one on the left, just as promised. You can see a welcome mat - forest green, and something in you knows that it’s the right one.

You step up and knock, three times precisely. Your heart is all the way in your ears and everything in you is filled with unease and excitement.

When the door swings open, the world stops. You gape like a fish out of water in disbelief. He’s tall and big like he promised he’d be, but you’re unprepared. His chin is scruffy, eyes full of sleep. Strong chest and arms that seem to crowd your vision, you don’t know what do.

His expression is full to the brim with feelings you’ve never seen. He steps aside with his head ducked down.

“Come in,”

“Ah.. right,”

You take your shoes off and place them in the slippers meant for you - they fit you just right, and it can’t be a coincidence. Your heart swells up a little as you take your coat off, hanging it on the rack. You can feel his eyes as they linger on your silhouette.

“So -,”

Before you can get a word out, you feel strong arms wrapped around your waist. His scruff brushes against the skin of your neck as he holds you tightly too him. The warmth of his breath lingers on your neck - and he hiccups, a sob stored in his rib cages let out with a howl. The tears blur your vision too. You can feel his drip onto your shoulder as you snivel into his neck. Your legs feel weak, but he holds you up at the door - the only thing keeping you standing.

You cling around him tightly, your nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. It’s him, your soulmate, Katsuki Bakugo. He’s real and holding you - and he smells like leather and sugar and a fireplace. He’s warm and strong and overwhelming and your crying into his shoulder with so much feeling you don’t know what to do. You hit him weakly, unsure of what do with yourself and he laughs.

“Damn you, shitty woman - makin’ me fucking cry,” but his voice is strained. It’s like something connected, how you feel each other so intimately in that moment. Not only because you’re soulmates, but because you love each other so deeply. Your heart feels heavy.

When you pull away, you manage to give him a warbly smile.

Your hands cradle his face - so handsome and wonderful. You lean forward, emboldened, and peck him. He melts into your touch like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. It makes you grin.

Maybe you don’t realize that he had.

He’d been waiting for you all this time.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x you #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha imagines #bakugou imagine #bakugou imagines #PLEASE SHOW UP IM BEGGING

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sharktoothedboys · 3 years

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Lips Of An Angel, Part 2

Here it is guys!! Part two!! Thank you for being patient with me!! and because you asked nicely I tagging @marshmallow12435 because you wanted to know when I posted!! So here goes! Enjoy everyone!!

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Shot ran until he thought his lungs might give out, he was hoping he would catch up to you before you even made it to Katsuki’s, if that was where you were even headed? No he couldn’t think like that, He was going to find you there.

There is was, just up ahead, Katsuki’s home, The lights were on, that’s a good sign right? It was almost 2am! Surely that had to mean you were there. He reached the door and began to hammer on it, Frantic, but he didn’t care, He needed to explain, or at least try to.

A very disgruntled Bakugo finally answered the door.

“She doesn’t wanna see you, Asshole.” He snapped a soon as he opened the door.

Shoto was trying to catch his breath on the blondes porch.

“I don’t care what you tell me she said, i need to speak to her.” He managed to get out between breaths.

He tried to push his way past the explosive hero, but to no avail, Bakugo stopped him.

“I said she doesn’t wanna see you.” He said eerily calm.

They angrily stared each other down at the front door, Bakugos grip on Shotos arm tightened, small crackles could be heard and the temperature in the room began to noticeably drop as the two heroes continued their stare down.

“Katsuki...” Your feeble voice came from behind the mountain of a man, “Its ok, i’ll handle it.”

Shoto looked behind Bakugo, his eyes widened in shock and sadness as he took in your dishevelled hair, red eyes and puffy cheeks, he had caused all this hurt, you let out a sniffle and he thinks he feels his heart break, This was all his fault. He snatches his arm away from Bakugos grip and quickly makes his way over to you, reaching for your hands, only to visibly wince when you retreat them from his reach, not letting him hold your hands in his.

“Say what you came to say, and leave.” You said, as you stared at you hands, picking at the loose skin around your nails, a habit of yours. “I already know all the important parts, so don’t try and play the victim here”

“No please, YN. I am not here to try and talk my way out of anything, what i have done is awful” He says sadly, “But please here me out.”

Bakugo interrupts. “I’ll be in the kitchen, YN if you need me to kick this guys ass, just shout.” He makes to leave, but not without harshly bumping in to Shotos shoulder first. Making you smirk a little. Petty, but you didn’t care.

“Thanks Suki.” You mutter, eyes still glued to your hands, still yet to look Shoto in the eye.

Shoto guides you to the sofa and sits down besides you, feeling the pain when you shuffle away from him being to close.

“I love you...” He begins but is quickly cut off.

“Don’t, Just don’t give me that bullshit, I don’t need you to lie to my face as well as behind my back, stop trying to make yourself feel better about doing something shitty. I don’t need your pity and your excuses, If that’s all you have to say then leave.”

“I can’t lie to you anymore, because I truly do love you, Please believe me.”

“WHY SHOULD I?!” You yell, forcing yourself to your feet to pace around, “Give me one good fucking reason as to why I should believe a god damn word that comes out your mouth! You have apparently done nothing but lie to me from the start! Everything you have ever said to me has been a lie, EVERYTHING!”

“NO Y/N!! I never lied to you, everything i ever said was true, every compliment, every i love you, everything was true, just please let me explain.”

“And what? I am meant to be grateful now?” You spit back.

“No, just please...”

you looked down at his desperate facial expression, you could see it in his eyes, sincerity, maybe you should just let him explain himself properly.”

“You have 5 minutes.” You huffed as you sank back down in to the sofa.

“Thank you.” He said, then silence engulfed the two of you, Where did he even begin?

“4 minutes left.” You stated.

“Right” He sighed deeply, “Well as you probably gathered from the phonecall, there has been...”

“No shit Sherlock” You snapped, you were beyond sad now, Shoto turning up and taking his sweet time had just made you mad, in fact it made you furious. He blinked back at your bluntness, he wasn’t used to you not being patient with him or swearing so much, he was taken aback. You had never snapped at him before. “Just get on with it Todoroki or I swear.”

That was it, hearing his family name slip from your lips instead of the usual Shoto made him snap, tears threatening to pour down his pink cheeks.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You snapped when you saw the tears. “You have absolutely no right to cry in front of me right now.”

“I can’t help it, hearing you call me by my surname feels like the final nail in the coffin.”

“If you don’t get on with it we’ll both be in coffins.” You muttered, “Now just tell me what you wanna say.”

“There has always been someone else that has also had my heart.” He said, wiping the tears away, “She shrouded my mind and for a while she was all i could think about, even after we met, I just couldn’t seem to get her off my mind, But the closer we got, the more she faded away, eventually I found myself barely thinking of her, and smiling around you a lot more. Just as a I found myself fully falling for you, she clawed her way back in to my life, and it was like she had never left, like I was under some kind of spell for her. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt you, I really was falling hard for you, But I also kept finding myself in her embrace, I am sorry for what I have done, truly, because after tonight’s phone call, I saw you were gone and I just instantly knew, I felt it in my bones that you were the one I needed in my life, the one i wanted and desired the most. The panic that washed over me at the thought of you not being in my life, Imagining not waking up to you every morning, No more loving kisses, no more breakfasts together before going off to work, no more evening cuddles while a forgotten movie played in the background, I couldn’t not have you in my life, and i promise to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, If you could just find it in your heart to give me one last chance, Just come home with me and forget any of this ever happened, to please, just forgive me and let me hold you again.”

A few tears rolled down your cheeks as you cupped his face with your hands, he automatically leaned in to your touch, he looked in to your eyes and gave you a small smile, which you returned, and he closed his eyes in contentment....

“Is that it?” You sighed

His eyes snapped open as you let go of his face, staring straight in to your stoic eyes that gave nothing away. Emotionless.

“Di you really think something like that pathetic little speech was going to get me to come home and welcome you back with open arms, when our whole relationship was built on a rebound that you didn’t even get over? You want me to just up and forgive you after 3 years of deceit? You think its gonna be all sunshine and rainbows? No, I don’t trust you and you want to follow you home like a loyal puppy and play happy families and pretend like none of this happened!!”

You stop to catch your breath, standing and running your hands through your hair, A speechless Shoto sat staring at you as you continued with your rant.”

“What? Nothing to say? Did you not prepare for the possibility I wasn’t going to return to you, what like I am so lucky in life to be with the great Shoto Todoroki? Well, as it turns out, I am shit outta luck! And so are you!! Tough luck Todoroki! TOUGH FUCKING LUCK! This isn’t some sappy RomCom where you say a few nice things about me and I come running back to you, I’m not some pathetic lonely woman who thinks she will never find love again, who thinks she has nothing else in her life worth living for because some asshole cheated on her, I am not someone who has no other options because some lying cheating scumbag bastard strung her along for 3 years, NO! Not me, I have a life still to live, and I don’t need you in it. But I do want an answer, so give me one. Who is she?”

He stared open mouthed at your heavily breathing frame, Should he tell you? Would you kill her? What does he do now? Just as he was about to open his mouth the door opened and he suddenly didn’t have to say anything, In walked Camie, Bakugo’s long time girlfriend, and from the shock on her face and the look on Shoto’s as he stared at her presence, It didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

“Sh... Todoroki... YLN.. what...what are you guys doing here so late?” She asked, a lump in her throat as she did.

You looked from her to Shoto, and you knew.

“It’s you...” You said, “Its been you all along..”

Camie just stands there like a dear in the headlights, her gaze flitting from you to Shoto, begging him with her eyes for an ounce of backup.

“ I....” Tears began to pour freely down her face.

“KATSUKI!!!” You screamed.

“NO! PLEASE!” She lunges towards you, grabbing your arm.

“What? and just let my best friend continue his life with an unfaithful whore?”

You yelled at her as Bakugo shot in from the kitchen, just in time to witness you thro Camie from your grasp on to the ground.

“Woah!!” He yelled, heading for Camie, but you stopped him, “ What the hell is going on here?”

“It’s her” you said calmly looking down at the girl, who was now her knees, crying at your feet. “It’s her who has been fucking Todoroki for almost my entire relationship with him!”

Bakugo just stared down at her, eyes wide, His gaze turned to Shoto, who was sat on the couch, his face in his hands as his shoulders shook from silently crying. Bakugo saw red. His head lowered, his teeth grinding together, His Palms crackling loudly around his balled up fists, He was about to step forward until he felt your hand on his shoulder.

“They are not worth it, either of them.”

He calmed down slightly at your words and touch and looked you in the eye, you smiled and he returned the smile.

“Just one question,” He stated boldly, looking down at Camie, “Di you ever love me? Or did you just choose me to get closer to this bastard?”

She looked up at him, her silence speaking volumes, That was all he needed.

“Get the fuck out, both of you.” He fumed

“But where am I meant to go?”

“Do it look like i give a shit about where you go, end up in a ditch for all I care, why don’t you go to lover boys house with him, Whore.”

“She is no longer welcome at my place.” Shoto said as he stood up heading for the door, not without giving you one last apologetic smile.

“Katsuki, please.” Camie begged holding on to the hem of his shirt from he place still on the floor.

“NO! You don’t get to call me that anymore, Now I aid, get out.”

He bent down grabbing her by the collar of her coat and literally throwing her out the door, Shot still stared at you sadly as the door was slammed in both thier faces. He had really fucked up, and he knew deep down there was nothing he do to fix it.

He stared longingly at the door, until Camie tried to grab his hand, that he snatched away.

“Don’t touch me, this is all your fault, I was just getting over you! I had found someone I could love, who I DID love, why did you haver to come back and ruin everything for me!? I am going home, don’t follow me.”

He storms off leaving her in the street alone to sort out her own situation, He was done with her, he wouldn’t let her ruin his life again.

Back in Bakugo’s house you slumped down on the sofa, your head on your hands, tears wanting to fall but you not quite letting them.

“He isn’t worth it.” Bakugo said in a calm voice, a hand around your back, drawing small circles along the small of it to calm you down. You look at him smiling and padding your eyes with your hands to stop the tears, “ You know I am right.” He smiles down at you.

“Yeah, you’re always right. Aren’t you?” You giggle back at him.

“You know it, sweetheart.” He laughs, “Now come one we should get some shut eye, we are both on patrol tomorrow. You can stay here as long as you need to.”

“Shit, Patrol. My hero uniform and everything is all at that hom... Todorokis place.”

“Don’t worry, make me a list and ill swing by in the morning for your uniform, you have bought the essentials right?”

You nod at him

“Right well I’ll get you some fresh sheets for the guest room, lets sleep.”

You yawned and followed him to the guest room and he got you the fresh sheets he promised and bid you a goodnight as he went to his room.

The next morning, Bakugo was true to his word and went to Shoto’s house to collect your hero uniform and a few other things as specified in the list he asked you to write for him. He arrived, ringing the doorbell and waiting for an answer. He eventually opened the door, he looked like shit.

“Bakugo.” He seethed

“Asshole.” Bakugo replied.

After they exchanged their greetings, Bakugo made his way inside, explaning you had sent him for the bits you needed.

“Is she okay?” Shoto asked sheepishly.

“You don’t get to know that.” Bakugo spat back as a reply.

“Come on Bakugo, at least let me know she is okay?”

“You threw away the right you had to know anything about her or her life.”

Shoto stared down at the blonde as he packed a few of your belongings into the bag he bought with him.

“Oh my god...” Shoto realized. “ You’re still in love with her aren’t you?”

“Always was, always will be.” Bakugo replied without missing a beat, he smiled up at the dual haired man, “ Your loss will be my gain.”

He zipped up the bag and stood besides Shoto. Shoto’s left side began to ignite a little out of jealousy and rage.

“Go ahead IcyHot, do your worst, I’ll just go home and have YN patch me up while i tell her what a monster you are.”

With that said, his flames extinguished, He didn’t want you to think he was a monster, even though it is what he deserved.

“Just treat her better than I ever did.” Shot said quietly.

“That won’t be difficult.”

That stung.

Bakugo stepped past Shoto, leaving him behind with just his thoughts and memories.

He made it back to his house, he entered only to be hit with the smell of bacon and eggs, a smile creeped on to his face, he could get used to this domestic life bullshit, coming home to a cooked meal everyday sounded great. He decided there and then that he wasn’t going to waste another second of his life with out you. He walked in to the kitchen gaining you attention.

“Hey Kats....” You were cut off by his lips slamming down on to yours, You were still for a few seconds while you figured out what ws happening, and then you melted in to his embrace as you returned the kiss, you felt his smile on your lips as the kiss deepened.

He begrudgingly broke the contact.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that.” He whispered against your lips that were still very close to his own, his arms tightening around your waist.

“Then show me, Suki.” You said as you returned you lips to his and kissed him with all the passion you had.

You were sure he has the lips of an Angel

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There we go guys!! Part 2!!! I absolutely LOVED writing this story, so I hope you all enjoy it too. It deffo my new fave! Please like and follow I would be eternally grateful!!

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astronomoney · 3 years

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IDK if you're still taking requests or not, but the latest fix on D. Wayne was 😍🥰. For part 2 can you add the prompts 11 from fluff, 6 from angst and 20 from neutral pretty please?🥺🥺

Pairing: Damian Wayne x fem!reader (age 16ish)

Prompts: Prompt list ☁︎11- “Hey hey hey, it’s ok i’m here. It’s just me ok, you’re safe.” ᜊ6- “I don’t care about you anymore.” “i’m starting to think you never did.” ⚛︎20-“Please be quite, i can’t even hear myself losing my will to live.”

Summary: After the fight you had with Damian things have been tense but sometimes bottling up your emotions only make things worse (i can’t do summary’s to save my life) enemies-to-lovers because i’m a sucker for that shit

Warnings: Blood, swearing, kinda character death i guess, Damian being a dick as always, angsty teens being angsty teens

A/n: this is a part 2 but you can find part 1 here once again this took waaaay to long to write literally i could not figure out what to do but whatever because i did it and i’m proud of myself for it (Masterlist)

Word count: 3k jeez these are getting longer

Tag list: @battlenix @pleasestophoney wow look at that multiple tags

Part 1

Love and War pt2

Spending spring break in Wayne manor had its ups and downs. Ups included a huge library in the south wing, delicious homemade meals every day, and the best water pressure you’d ever experienced. The downs included 8 hours of training daily, getting lost while trying to find a bathroom, and having to spend way too much time with your arch enemy.

Technically he's not your enemy. At least he’s not supposed to be. After the fight you had last week you couldn’t be sure. You’d had fights with Damian before but this felt different. Usually after a fight he'd sulk for a few hours but then it would go back to normal, but this time it didn’t go back to normal. Damian had been avoiding you for almost 8 days.

You knew the fight ended too soon and you both had more to say but if he was going to act like a child and ignore you then you weren't going to stop him. You still had to patrol with him but it was considerably quieter. The manor was big enough for the both of you and after a few days you'd figured out his schedule and how to get around him. Tim let you train with him, so as long as you stayed on your side of the gym and Damian stayed on his you didn't have to interact with him at all.

It wasn't until the 4th day of break that you had to talk to him. Bruce had to go meet with the league for the day so training ended early. You had a couple hours before dinner and decided reading would be the best use of that time. You walked down one of the many hallways lazily dragging your hand along the wall until you reached a door. You couldn't remember exactly where you were but you were about 75% sure there was a couch in this room, so you pushed the door open.

Inside you found tall ceilings paired with dark wallpaper, a tall window with the thin white curtains pushed out of the way, and a couch. Actually it was three couches but after 4 days staying here you'd gotten used to the large number of furniture that was there for no reason.

The couches formed a square with the open side facing the window lined wall. The first two couches were empty but when you stepped farther inside the room you saw someone sitting on the third one. Of course the one room you picked to go into also happened to be the one room Damian was sitting in. He looked up from his sketchbook and immediately frowned.

There were two options in front of you. You could back out of the room and leave him be but then you'd be backing down from something that might not even turn into a fight which made you seem weak so really you were left with only one choice. You straighten your back and closed the door behind you, officially leaving you in a room alone with Damian for the first time since the fight. You walked over to the couch facing the windows head on and sat down on the side farthest from him. He watched you the whole time but you paid him no attention, instead you simply opened your book and began reading.

You felt his eyes leave your form and you let out a quiet breath. You heard a page turn and a pencil being dragged lightly across paper. It had been over a week but nothing seemed to be getting better between you and him. Patrols were a nightmare beforehand but now that he'd switched from constant criticism to almost no comments you found that you preferred the former.

Damian's pencil against the paper was the only sound in the room and yet the silence seemed so loud. You hated it. You hated having to avoid him all the time. You hated not being able to talk to him anymore. You hated how far away he felt even when he was right next to you. Above all you hated that you didn't hate him as much as you used to.

You never realized how much you talked to him until you didn't. It was a weird feeling to miss someone when you hadn't even known you cared about them. You honestly just wanted to apologize and let things get back to normal but as you sat there staring at your book you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.

After three to many nightmares where Damian got hurt, you finally realized how badly you needed him back. So you took a deep breath, swallowed your pride, opened your mouth, and prayed to god that something would come out.

"Look-"

"Damian-" you both spoke at the same time. "Sorry, you go first." You apologized.

"No you can go first." He replied almost nervously. That couldn't be right, he never got nervous.

"Uh I was just going to say, well i've been thinking lately,"

"You?" He asked sarcastically.

"Oh haha really funny. Will you just listen for a goddamn second." He was not making this easy. "I know we haven't been talking much ever since, well you know and uhh." You couldn't find the right way to word it. You were still too stubborn to outright apologize but you knew he would never say sorry unprompted. "You've just seemed... off, lately and if it has something to do with me-"

"It doesn't." He cut you off. "I'm not 'off' and even if I was you definitely wouldn't be the cause." His expression was blank but calculated.

"Well jeez you don't have to be so rude about it." You sneered back at him. "What were you trying to say anyway." So much for your apology.

"I've convinced father to change our partners." His voice was flat and he seemed bored with the conversation.

"You what?" You stood up. You couldn't believe he actually did that without talking to you first.

He stood up as well and was a few inches higher than you. "We don't work well together, you can't tell me you don't agree."

"I don't! We've been a great team! Remember the Penguin pen raid or Mr Freeze's death ray thingy." you exaggerated your point by waving our hands through the air. "We stopped those. Together. You can't just go around changing things without asking me first!" You were fuming.

"Sure I can! We only stopped those villains because of what I did, you just got in the way." he pointed at you.

Here we go again, the blame game. The endless cycle of 'he did this she did that'. You were so sick of it. "That's bullshit and you know it. I can hold my own on the field just as well as you can. And you know what! I don't even want to be your partner anymore."

"Neither do I! You can go play hero with someone else while I do all the real work. I never wanted you on the team in the first place!" He stared you down and if you weren't so fired up you'd probably be intimidated.

"God you're so annoying!” You threw your hands up in frustration. “You think you're so great and no one can even come close to you but in reality you're exactly like the rest of us!"

What were you doing? This wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to apologize and make things right but now here you were screaming at him again. You almost couldn't help it. Fighting him gave you a sort of rush that you craved. It was like a drug and you were addicted to the pain. You didn't want to fight him but it was the closest thing to a conversation you'd had in over a week and at this point it was enough to satisfy your need.

"I'm going to prove that i'm better than you. I'll do it on my own too!" You told him.

"Go ahead and try! You can do whatever you want because I don't care about you anymore."

You stepped back, stood as tall as you could without going on your tiptoes and took a breath. "I'm starting to think you never did." You said calmly, it seemed to catch him off guard and he didn't retaliate. You grabbed your book and turned towards the door. Dick was standing there, completely still and staring at you and Damian.

"Woah." He said awkwardly. He clearly didn't know how to handle the situation he'd just stumbled on.

You pushed past him and into the hallway. Tears were building up in the corners of your eyes so you had to move fast, the last thing you needed right now was for them to see you cry.

Damian watched you walk out before turning around and groaning. "I can't believe her," he muttered to himself. "I'm starting to think you never did. That doesn't even make sense."

"Because... you do care about her?" Dick asked. It probably wasn't the best choice of words.

Damian looked back at him with an almost offended expression. "That's ridiculous! I don't care about her, that was basically the whole point of our conversation."

"Was that a conversation? The part of that 'conversation' I saw seemed more like her yelling at you and then you... yelling back." He stated the obvious.

"That was completely her fault," Damian defended. He seemed angry but it wasn't his usual kind. Usually it was directed at someone or something and usually that thing would get acquainted with his katana but this time he was mad at himself and he couldn't understand why. "I don't care about her." He repeated quietly almost trying to remind himself more than anything.

You spent the rest of the day hiding in the guest room. You planned on staying there forever and letting yourself fade out of existence but the universe had other plans. 3 hours, 5 episodes of your favorite show, and a nest made of blankets later you got a call from Tim asking you to come to the cave.

He didn't tell you why he needed you, he just said to meet him in the lower level of the cave so when you got there you were very surprised to find him and Damian standing in the hallway. You groaned internally and considered turning around and just walking away but Tim spotted you before you could. Damian's back was to you so he didn't know who it was until he turned around and you saw his face fall.

'Nice to see you too asshole' You thought to yourself, walking over to stand near him but still keeping your distance. "What did you need?" You asked, wanting to get out of there as soon as humanly possible. You kept your eyes ahead trying not to look at Damian and you had the feeling he was doing the same.

The entire mood of the dimly lit hallway had shifted from the moment you locked eyes with him and the tension was noticeable. Tim looked between the two of you before clearing his throat and bringing the attention back to him. "I actually don't need anything."

"So then why did you call telling me to come down here?" Damian asked, clearly annoyed that Tim was wasting his time.

Tim smirked in response and opened the door before Jason, who was behind you apparently, pushed you both into the room before either of you could react. You landed on top of Damian with a grunt. Once you realized you were on top of him you felt your cheeks turn red and you stood up quickly. You could have sworn you saw the slightest bit of a blush on him but you were too preoccupied with the now locked door to think about too much.

"Ok love birds here's the deal, you're petty hormone fueled fighting is driving us crazy and now we're doing something about it." Jason told you from the other side of the small glass window. "We said you were gonna lock you in a room until you figured out how to get along and now we're following through." he smirked.

"I swear to god if you lock me in this room with him," you motioned towards Damian, "I will drop kick you into the sun."

"If you let us out now maybe I won't kill you," Damian threatened alongside you.

"Maybe if you’d learned to talk to each other like normal people you wouldn’t be here in the first place," Tim said. "We'll be back after patrol so you've got about," he looked at his watchless wrist "4ish hours. Have fun." And with that they both walked away.

"DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWA- and they're gone. Dammit." You cursed and hit the steel door which hurt a lot more than you thought it would. "Shit," You shook your hand.

"Well that was just stupid," Damian scoffed at you, taking your hand to examine it. He always did that sort of thing on patrol so you didn't pull away or even really register what he was doing.

"Oh i'm sorry, is my frustration not smart enough for you?" you sneered back. "What even is this place anyway," You looked around the small dark room, determined to not look him in the eyes.

"A containment cell for metas, we haven't used it for a while so the power blockers are probably turned off." he told you before releasing your hand. "You definitely bruised it but you'll be fine."

You reluctantly thanked him and turned back to the door to see if you could get it open somehow. "Ok so how do we get out?"

"We don't."

You flipped around, surprised to hear him give up without even trying. "You're kidding right? There's gotta be some way out of here. We're superheros, a few walls can't hold us,” you exclaimed. “Can't you use those ninja skills you're so proud of and like... kick it down, or something?" You watched him walk to the back of the small cell and sit down on the floor.

"No," he replied simply. "This room was built to hold the most dangerous people in Gotham and I don't know if you've noticed but we don't have any of our gear." He glared at you and you rolled your eyes.

"So we're just supposed to wait here until they get back? We can't just sit here all night," You tried to convince him to do... anything really.

"Well if you're so keen on getting out then let's hear your genius plan," He leaned forward with all the smugness of billionaires son, daring you to say something. "That's what I thought. Now will you please be quiet, I can't even hear myself losing my will to live."

"Fine whatever we'll just stay here in complete silence," You muttered sarcastically under your breath. Damian remained quiet as you started pacing back and forth but you could tell he was watching you.

After pacing for about 30 minutes you realized how tired you were from training so hard the past couple of days and sat down in the corner. You spent so much time over the last week worrying about Damian that you hadn't let yourself relax long enough to get any real rest. The little sleep you did manage to get mostly turned to nightmares.

At first you didn't even realize you were asleep. It all looked real enough except for the fact that you'd somehow been transported to a rooftop. You scanned your surroundings but everything was just slightly out of focus so you couldn't tell exactly where you were. When you turned around you saw him. Damian was there, and behind him was a shadowy sort of silhouette.

The shadow raised a knife and you realized what was happening. You tried to warn him, you tried to scream or yell or move but it was no use. The knife plunged into Damians back and you were helpless to stop it. You felt the pain he felt, you felt the blade slice through you. Finally you could move again but it was too late. The shadow disappeared but you didn't care about it, all you wanted to do was get to Damian. You ran forward but it was like running through water, your body moved in slow motion and you watched the blood start to pool underneath him.

Suddenly you were falling. Damian was gone, the roof was gone, everything was gone, it was just you and a black abyss trying to swallow you up. You screamed again but no noise came out, it was like all the air was being sucked from your lungs. It was silent and dark and empty nothingness until you saw a faint light. Then you heard something, your name being repeated, someone calling you and then you were pulled out of the void.

You shot up and gasped for air and frantically looked around but your eyes hadn't adjusted to the light yet. You heard a familiar soothing voice pulled you farther out of your trance.

"Hey hey hey, it's ok i'm here." The voice was calm and concerned at the same time. "It's just me ok, you're safe," Rough hands gently turned your head and the first thing you saw clearly was a pair of worried green eyes. You're breathing slowed and you're heart nearly skipped a beat.

Wrapping your arms around his chest you pulled him closer. He hesitated for a moment before folding you into his embrace. It was soft and delicate and it seemed like he was scared of holding you too tightly. Neither of you said anything else, you just sat there on the floor of a meta containment cell in each other's arms.

Time stood still and you finally admitted the truth to yourself. The real reason you hated Damian was because you loved him.

A/n: might fuck around and make a part 3 with the classic “because i love you!” confession scene

#love and war #batboys x reader #dc x reader #robin x reader #writing fanfic #damian wayne x reader #dick grayson x y/n #writing fanfiction #damian wayne #dc characters #dc writers #enemies to lovers #enemies-to-lovers #damian my poor trauma boi #damian wayne supremacy #part 2 #love and war pt2 #pt2

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sorrels-scribbling · 4 years

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Run (To Me) || Chapter One - Roommates and Revelations || Douxie x Reader

Summary: Running is all you’ve ever known. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true. One thing’s for sure, though: you aren’t certain what to do when you finally have someone to run to.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,763

Tags By Request: @furblrwurblr @alovesongshewrote @einahpetsyarcip @alive-and-afraid

When you wake up, you don’t recognize where you are. You don’t take the time to process the calm energy of what is, apparently, a bookstore. No, you’re in a panic already, scrambling frantically to get out of the blanket wrapped around you, which you mistake for some kind of strange restraint because you just know that things are never so nice to you. With the loud sound of wood hitting wood, you knock back the admittedly very comfortable chair you had been unconscious in moments ago.

When a young man, seemingly about your supposed age, comes in looking alarmed and concerned, you leap back, body tense and ready to sprint at the first opportunity. At the look on your face, the boy’s expression softens, but remained worried as he lifts two hands placatingly.

“Hey, now, it’s alright,” he soothes, like he’s trying to calm a frightened animal. In all fairness, yeah, he is. “I’m not gonna hurt you, just calm down, yeah?”

“Bullshit,” you spit and he takes a surprised step back. “Where am I, anyway? Where did you take me?”

Regaining his composure, the stranger starts to close the distance between you somewhat, movements slow and fluid so as to not startle you.

“GDT Arcane Books,” he answers, tone still calm and gentle. “I’m Douxie.”

You hate to admit it but you feel your muscles relax somewhat, no longer coiled like a spring but still on guard.

You‘re quiet for a long second, looking him over appraisingly before breathing a soft sigh.

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N),” he echoes with a nod and a... somewhat strange look on his face. But, in a flash, he‘s back to his reassuring smile. He slowly rounds the table between the two of you and you do the same, decidedly maintaining that distance and watching as he carefully rights the chair you had so rudely disturbed.

“Now, I don’t want to keep you here against your will or anything, but you took a really nasty fall yesterday and you look...” he pauses, trying to find words.

“Hideous?” You guess, straight faced and staring right at him.

Tugging at his collar, he lets out a sheepish laugh and shakes his head. “I was going to say unhealthy.” He pauses again. “Not to mention you looked terrified last night. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“And what did you want in exchange? Money? Labor? Or maybe you—“

“Woah, woah, slow down! Nobody said anything about an exchange. I just want to help you, that’s it.”

“Why?”

“Why does anybody do anything?”

You lapse into silence, avoiding his gaze and crossing your arms. After a moment you finally notice that you feel safe in this bookstore. You note that your initial panic was probably due to habit, mostly. There, you didn’t feel the ever-looming dread that always licked at your heels.

“...Alright,” you concede after that tense silence, shoulders slumping slightly. “I’ll trust you, for now.”

Douxie relaxes and nods, his smile widening slightly.

“I was just making a pot of tea. Do you want some?” He asks, heading back for the door he appeared from.

You mumble a “yeah” and slowly sit down again, putting your head in your hands as you sit in silence. You focus on figuring out why you feel safe in this bookstore you’ve never been to, why you feel like you know this Douxie guy from somewhere, and why he looked at you so strangely when you told him your name.

When you feel a pair of eyes on you, you leap up again, turning quickly and sending a blast of energy at... whatever it was. The creature yelps and leaps away with a hiss.

“Oh. It was... a cat...” you say softly to yourself, kind of embarrassed at the overreaction.

Douxie’s voice calls from the other room. “Everything okay, Arch?” And you watch as the cat hops up onto the table, glaring pointedly at you before... talking.

“I’m fine, but (Y/N) here tried to blast me to ash.”

“You startled me!” You object defensively, briefly distracted from the fact that this cat talks and, you now note, wears glasses. “Who— what are you, anyway?”

The cat scoffs and narrows his eyes at you. “My name is Archie and I am a familiar.”

“What, you mean like the wizard pet?” You ask, brow furrowing incredulously. Archie places an affronted paw on his chest and glares harder at you, like he could make you combust if he tried hard enough.

“I am a wizard’s associate, thank you very much. I would think you’d know that as a wizard, yourself,” he says before turning up his nose at you and sauntering away.

Okay, that’s fair enough, you suppose. You just drop back into your seat and lean back, running your hands through your hair.

You frown and stare up at the ceiling as you hear Douxie return with two mugs of tea, one in either hand. You watch him from the corner of your eye as he approaches and you tense, but he just places the mug in front of you before retreating to a chair further away from you.

“Thanks,” you mumble, both for the tea and for giving you space. He just nods with that smile of his.

“Would you mind if I asked you some questions?” He asks, leaning his elbows on the table as he lifts his mug for a sip.

You pause, wrapping both hands around the mug in front of you and feeling the heat sting your palms. You find it almost comforting, in a way. Finally, you nod slowly and give him the go-ahead.

“What were you running from last night?”

You sigh heavily. It’s a fair enough question and you’d figured it would be the first one he’d ask, but it doesn’t make you any less reluctant to answer.

“I don’t want to make you talk about something awful, but I’d like to know what I’m protecting you from and if I need to upgrade the wards on the store,” he says, and his lips quirk upward by the end at what you think must have been a joke of some kind.

Finally, you shake your head and avert your gaze, swallowing your shame and croaking out a simple, “I don’t know.”

Douxie hums thoughtfully and you hear him lift his mug again. After taking another sip, he finally coolly says “Well, I guess that just puts us in the same boat. Glad to be aboard.”

You can’t help but snort out a little laugh, lips curling into the tiniest approximation of a smile as your eyes flick up to him. He seems pleased with himself, smiling brightly at you.

“What?”

“Just glad I got you to smile a bit. Seems like you don’t do it much.”

“Oh.”

“It’s nice.”

“Oh,” you repeat, and you feel your face heat up. Swiftly, you bring your mug to your lips and take a drink to try and hide the blush you’re sure tried to settle on your face before setting it down again.

“So, anyway,” he says, leaning back in his seat a little further. “You’re a wizard, too?”

“I guess,” you answer with a little shrug.

“You guess?” That catches his attention and he leans in a bit closer to you, brow furrowed. You shift uncomfortably and look away, shrugging again.

“I’ve never... talked to anyone about it.”

“Really? Then how did you learn to—“

“I don’t remember,” you interrupt firmly, voice raised slightly to punctuate. You curl in on yourself slightly and shake your head as Douxie goes quiet.

“Can you... tell me about that?”

“About what?”

“What you can’t remember. Or, I guess... what you can remember being unable to remember.” He says, seeming unsure of himself. You fidget with your mug for a moment before sighing and nodding.

“I, uh... I remember the 1300’s. The plague. But nothing much before that. And it’s not like I grew up during that time or something, just one day I was... I was awake, looking just like I do now in 1300’s Europe. I don’t know why I’m not dead, shouldn’t I be dead?”

As your voice raises in pitch, anxiety starting to flood you, Douxie reaches across the table to place a hand over yours. Somehow, that immediately calms you. You look up at him and only then notice that you had started shaking, so you close your eyes and slow your breaths until you’re still again.

“It’s alright, (Y/N).”

“Is it, though? I mean, I’m centuries old and—“

“So am I.”

You blanch and stare at him, wide eyed. You open your mouth to speak and then close it again. This repeats a few times before you shake your head and find your voice.

“You are?”

“Nine hundred and nineteen years old,” he answers with a nod.

“So you’re... we’re... wizards are...”

“Biologically immortal, yes.”

You nod slowly and watch as he pulls his hand away from yours, at which point you realize he had been holding your hand that whole time. Your face flushes and you look away pointedly.

“...Okay. That makes sense, I guess.” The both of you go quiet after that, occasionally sipping at your tea but not talking again until both of your mugs are empty.

“C’mon, you still look exhausted. I set you up a proper place to sleep last night, but I didn’t want to risk waking you by carrying you up there. We can talk more about things when you get some more rest.”

You nod slowly and look down at your mug, uncertain of what to do with it until he speaks again.

“Just leave it, I’ve got it. Come with me,” he says, standing up and moving a bit closer to you, holding out his hand. Hesitantly you take it and let him pull you up from the chair.

Then, you follow him up a winding staircase and into what appears to be an apartment behind a somewhat hidden door by one of the bookshelves. Vaguely, you note that he’s still holding your hand but your mind is too busy picking through the other things you’ve learned all of the sudden to linger on the thought.

“Here. I have to mind the shop and all, but if you need me you can just shout, okay?”

You nod and sit again, watching him go before flopping back and casting an arm over your eyes.

You do your best to get to sleep as soon as possible. Something tells you you’ll need the energy for later.

#run (to me)#hisirdoux casperan #hisirdoux x reader #toa hisirdoux #hisirdoux #douxie x reader #douxie #toa douxie #toa x reader #ToA #ToA wizards #scribbles

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thiccpettybitch · 3 years

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Made For Loving You Baby

Here is my Porter Gage/Fem! Sole Survivor Fic. If im gonna be honest this is one of (if not THE) fic i am most proud of? It just kinda...worked out so well atleast so far lol. So here is chapter one, if you wanna read the rest you know what to do! AO3

(like always most if not all of my stories are 18+ everything from sexual content to gore, murder blood and everything inbetween, if you’re not comfy with it i’d suggest you stay away. If you are more interested in what the tags are click the link above)

’’What. The. Fuck’’

’’Boss?! Ya’ mind knocking?!’’

‘’Not if it’s my own fucking quarters’’

‘’Right, Shit, I’m sorry Boss’’

‘’Boss? You taking orders from some kid now Gage?’’

‘’It ain’t like that’’

‘’The fuck you just say?’’

‘’Woah! Boss relax she didn’t mean nothing by it’’

‘’The hell I didn’t’’

‘’Take your chem whore and get the fuck out Gage!’’

‘’Jealous bitch?’’

‘’Jenni don’t-‘’

‘’You know what? Just fucking stay. I’m outta here’’

‘’Boss wait! Fuck…’’

Gage scrambled for his pants and almost tripped over his own feet as he tried his best to pull them up and walk at the same time.

‘’Gage what the hell? You’re just gonna leave me here?!’’

‘’J- just grab your shit n’ meet me at the bar. I gotta fix this’’

It took what felt like an eternity before the damn elevator finally arrived and he was able to get in it. She was already half through the park, he knew it. He had seen how fast she could storm off if she was pissed off enough and this time she was just about ready to kill someone… more than usual that is.

His heart was pumping wildly in his chest and for the first time since all that bullshit with Connor he was scared. Sure Colter had been fucking crazy when he got pissed off, killing and hurting anyone or anything that got in his way but things were different with-

It hit him like a fucking brick wall, he didn’t know what to call her besides Boss, he never even took the fucking time to ask something as simple as that and now she was mad as hell roaming either Nuka World or heading back to the commonwealth. He couldn’t let her turn out like Colter but have her just skip out wasn’t an option either, he had to find her – fast.

The elevator stopped and he rushed out half running hoping that she’d end up just standing outside having a smoke or bashing some Disciples head in for staring at her ass. His gut twisted when she was nowhere to be found, he had to figure out just where the hell she would have gone and that was fast.

‘’Hey Gage’’

Gage – startled to all hell – turned around to see Savoy lighting a cigarette and blowing out smoke towards the sky.

‘’Savoy’’

Gage greeted, it wasn’t a secret that the Boss wasn’t a fan of the Disciples (considering the fact that she could be quite brutal and had a…thing for knifes and blades) it was a bit of a surprise. What was even more surprising though was the fact that she got rather well along with Savoy – to put it simply Gage didn’t like it. He never knew what was going on inside that guys head and trying to read it from his expression was a waste of time even when he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous mask.

‘’You lookin’ for OB?’’

‘’Yeah, you seen her?’’

He took another drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke away from Gages face like he was considering if he should tell him or not.

‘’Yeah, I saw her. She was heading towards that old gas station, pissed as hell too. What did you do?’’

Gage wanted to snap at him for just assuming it was him but seeing as it actually was he just sighed.

‘’Brought a guest up to her quarters, got a bit. . . carried away’’

Savoy snorted and choked on some smoke.

‘’Yeah, if I caught you in my bed with your pants around your ankles I’d be mad too, would probably just kill you though so you might want to look out’’

‘’Yeah well she ain’t some blood thirsty savage’’

‘’If you say so. You better hurry up before she actually decides to go after you’’

‘’Ya, thanks for the help.’’

Gage stopped in front of the old Red Rocket station his hand hovering in front of the door, he had to give her props she knew what she was doing. The entire station had been secured with Turrets and a huge fence surrounding the entire station. She had built a foundation on the roof and another floor with a bedroom and more. Although the three gangs had helped build the place it was hers and they knew not to invade her privacy.

Gage didn’t know what to expect, last person who just barged in had ended up with a broken arm and pissed himself when she had pulled out her blade. And she hadn’t even been mad at the time just asserting her dominance. At least that’s what Mason had called it.

She wasn’t ever mean to Gage if anything she was nicer to him than anyone else, he saw her as a friend sure but was often reminded that no matter age or height she was the Over Boss and wasn’t afraid to show it. She was just never mean or hostile towards him.

‘’Fuck it’’

He mumbled and slid the door open, he waited a second to see if she would have been there to greet him with a knee to the gut but she was nowhere to be found. He closed the door behind him and headed for the upstairs ‘’bedroom’’ and sure enough she was sitting at her desk staring at a cigarette box.

‘’Hey Boss… You okay?’’

No answer.

‘’You worried me there, thought ya’ might have just skipped out on us – headed back to the commonwealth’’

No answer.

‘’Shit… Boss I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t hav-‘’

‘’You could do better’’

Gage was taken a back and had to convince himself he had actually just heard her say that.

‘’Ain’t like I’m planning on settling down with her or anything we were just fucking’’

‘’In my bed.’’

‘’Now come on Boss, how many times I gotta tell ya’ I’m sorry?’’

He sighed and sat down on a couch in front of the bed. How she managed to get such a clean mattress he’d never know.

‘’What’s this all about Boss?’’

‘’You fucking in my bed’’

‘’I ain’t talking about that! How come you ain’t yelling at me, throwing shit hell I’ve seen you snap at people for just staring at ya’ for too long’’

‘’Your point?’’

‘’Where is the anger? Why is it never directed towards me?’’

She went quiet again reaching for the box of cigarettes and pulling one out, she placed it in between her lips and turned to him. Gage couldn’t help but chuckle she never brought her own lighter. He got up and walked up to her flipping out his lighter and placing it in front of her.

‘’Would you believe me if I said I respect you?’’

‘’No’’

He grinned and she just rolled her eyes taking a drag from the stick in between her lips.

‘’What If I told you I can relate to you’’

She held up the box and he pulled out his own cigarette lighting it and taking a drag himself.

‘’How so?’’

‘’A lot of ways. I Hate being the center of attention, always has. Hate how easily i get attached… I trust people and they end up stabbing me in the back’’

‘’Ya, people don’t often deserve trust’’

‘’No I’m serious the bastard actually stabbed me before he ran out with a bag full of my caps and my finest Bourbon’’

He snorted and shook his head, he missed that one-sided smile she had.

‘’I trust you.’’

He stopped smiling and looked up at her, her tone had changed and she was staring at him now all amusement wiped off her face.

‘’I- uh… Trust ya’ too Boss-‘’

‘’Don’t- don’t say it unless you mean it Gage. I just wanted you to know that I know what it feels like, and that I really do trust you’’

She took a last drag before she put it out and exhaled the smoke through her nose.

‘’No need for an answer now or ever i-‘’

‘’I trust ya’ Boss. I really do’’

She looked him in the eyes again and smiled, her eyes looking strangely beautiful in the dim light.

‘’Now can we be done with all this emotional shit?’’

Gage laughed nervously, truth be told he did find her beautiful, her eyes her hair her skin, everything. He remembers the time he had to help her clean a gash on her cheek and he got to slide his thumb over her cheek.

God damn if that wasn’t the smoothest skin he’d ever felt under his fingers, he was no stranger to women or the way their skin felt under his touch but never had he felt such warm and smooth skin. Weird as hell that he was even thinking about this shit.

‘’Gage how fucking long has it been for you’’

‘’I- What?’’

‘’You can’t sit quietly for a few minutes before you’re all flustered’’

‘’I ain’t thinking about fuckin’ Boss!’’

‘’Mhm… You should get back to that lovely old lady before she runs off’’

‘’I only paid for an hour anyways’’

‘’Jesus H Christ Gage you paid for her old ass?!’’

He groaned loudly with a look of defeat across his face, yup she was back to normal.

#fallout #fallout 4 #porter gage #Companion #sole survivor #female sole survivor #fanfic #ao3

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noladyme · 4 years

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The Crown Princess of Charming - part 6

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

Rated M

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Once I’d beaten Happy at Uno six times, and let him win three; he made me scrambled eggs and bacon for lunch. “My mom worked the night shift; so she’d make me breakfast for lunch; after she woke up”, he said. “That’s a lot of words out of your mouth at once”, I grinned; as he put the plate in front of me. “I talk to people; when I don’t want to kill them”, he grumbled; and sat across from me. “So all this time you wanted to kill me?”, I muttered. “Nah, but you were always busy either screwing Jax, or tweaking on meth”. I chuckled.

We watched a movie – The Karate Kid – and Happy insisted that the real hero of the movie was Johnny Lawrence. I didn’t fight him on it. After that; it was another few rounds of Uno. We didn’t talk much; but I felt safe and somewhat relaxed. Juice woke up at around 5.30; and joined us for dinner – sloppy joes. I was beginning to crave some vegetables; but Happy was a good cook, so I smiled and endured.

I checked my phone a few times during the day. No messages. “Did Jax call any of you?”, I asked the two leather clad men lounging on the couch. They both shook their heads. I was worried. I pulled out my phone to call Jackson – when suddenly Happy’s phone rang. He looked at the caller; and picked up. “Yo… yeah”. He looked towards me. “Alive… yes… I’ll be there”. He handed the phone to me. “It’s your old man”. I yanked the phone from his hand.

“Jax?”, I breathed. “Yeah, baby”, he answered. “How are you feeling?” I walked into the kitchen, to have some privacy. “I’m ok”. “Did you eat?”, he asked. “Happy fed me. Twice”, I smiled. “Bacon and eggs?”. I could hear him smile. “Yeah…”. “You’re in the clear”, he chuckled. “He likes you”. I sighed. “When will you be here?”, I said. “I’m sorry… I’m not gonna be able to make it”, he replied. “Oakland got crazy. I’m stuck until tomorrow morning”. “In Oakland?”, I said. It might as well have been a million miles away. “Yeah”, he muttered. I heard talking in the back. “Is anyone with you? I’m worried”, I asked. “They’re all here. Opie, Chibs and Tig. We’re all good”.

Behind me, Happy was having a hushed conversation with Juice; and with a short look in my direction, he left the cabin.

“Happy’s leaving”, I said. Jax cleared his throat. “Yeah, I think Clay has him on something else. He might join us out here later”. “What’s going on?”, I asked. “Don’t worry about it, darlin’”, Jax said. “Everything is under control. You still got Juice there. You’re safe”. I shook my head. “I know. That’s not…”. I bit my lip. “I wish you were here”. I heard Opie call out his name. “Yeah. Sure, babe. Look, I gotta run”. “Jax?”. “I love you. Bye”. He hung up.

I looked at the phone incredulously. Something felt off. Is this what you sound like when you lie, Jackson?

I went into the front room. “Happy had to run”, Juice smiled nervously. “Where?”, I asked. “I don’t know… something about his mom”. “Huh… why are you lying, Juice?”. He scoffed; and tried to laugh me off. “I’m not lying”. “Jax said Clay needed him”, I said. “Yeah, that’s what I said”, he smiled. “Bullshit”.

He shook his head. “Look, we don’t… you’re not supposed to know club business”. He tried giving me a hard face. “Where’s Jax?”. “He told you already. Right?”, he asked. “Yeah, and he was lying as well”, I said.

A truck pulled up; and someone got out of it. Juice got his gun from its holster; and gestured for me to move down the hall. There was a knock at the door. “Open up; I got rations!”. It was Tig’s voice. Juice opened the door for him, and he stepped inside. “Beer and donuts”.

I walked up to him. “Where did you come from?”, I asked. “Did Jax send you?”. “No, but I figured they’d need backup up here; after he showed up at the clubhouse earlier, with Darby’s guy”.

I had to swallow bile. “Give me your keys”, I said. “Cat, you can’t…”, Juice began. “Give me the goddamn keys to the truck!”, I yelled. Tig looked flabbergasted. “Woah, what the hell is happening?”, he said.

I saw that he was still holding the truck keys; and I ripped them from his hand. Juice grabbed my arm: “You can’t go”, he said meaningfully. “Why?”, I growled. Tig had finally caught on to what was going on. “Because you don’t what to see what he’s going to do…”.

My breathing was erratic; and my body felt like it was on fire. “I’m going… you’ll have to tie me down”. Tig grabbed my waist, and held me to his chest. “Ok. Juice, get the ropes”, he said. “Tig, we can’t tie her down!”, Juice yelped. I was struggling against Tig’s grasp. “You heard the lady…”, he muttered.

“Let me go!”, I screamed. “Cat, believe me; I’m trying to help you!”, Tig said. Juice was pacing the floor. “Tig, man. This is crazy!”. Tig didn’t release me. “Sweetheart; relax, and I’ll let you go”. I breathed deeply, and stopped struggling. “I have to go…”, I said. Tig let go of me; and turned around to adjust himself. “She’s a grinder”, he muttered.

Juice held his hands out. “Cat; Jax wants you here”. “I don’t give a shit about what he wants”, I sneered. “Just… please. Let me get you a beer; we can sit down and talk about it”, he smiled. “We can even play Uno. Happy says you like that”. I sighed, and nodded. “Give me the keys, darling”, Tig said.

I walked over to him slowly; holding out the keys in my left hand. His guard went down; and I slammed him in the face with my right fist; catching both of the men off guard. I kicked a chair at Juice; and ran out the door; no shoes, purse or gun. All I had were the keys to a truck; and a destination.

I threw myself into the front seat; and started up the engine.

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It took me a while to get my bearings. Road signs let me know I wasn’t as far from Charming as I’d thought. I sped down the road; as the sun had begun to set; and darkness fell.

Jackson… what are you doing?... please…

I didn’t know what I was going to do. I couldn’t stop whatever was probably already happening… and I didn’t know if I wanted to. That last part made me sick to my stomach.

I was losing my way – still unfamiliar with the roads in the county – and I didn’t have my phone to use maps. In the rear-view mirror I saw Juice following me on his bike. Saying he looked pissed would be an understatement; but as he drove up next to me, and looked at me; his expression softened. He gestured for me to follow; and drove up in front of me – guiding me in the right direction.

We made it to Charming within an hour; and Juice turned to enter the TM lot. He got off his bike as I parked; and walked up to me. From a bag he’d brought; he gave me my sneakers. “You forgot your shoes…”, he muttered. I took them from his hands. “Where?”, I said. Juice looked towards the garage, and I slipped on my shoes quickly; before taking step towards the closed garage doors. He grabbed my arm and shook his head. “It’s not gonna be good”, he said pointedly. “I have to see…”, I said; and pushed his hand away.

I walked towards Gemma’s office door. I could hear yelling and screaming from the garage. My breath hitched; and I opened the door – stepping inside quietly. The door into the garage was slightly ajar; and the blinds in the window between the two rooms were shut.

With a shaking hand; I turned them.

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Inside the garage stood Chibs; Opie; Happy and Jax. A large man was tied spread eagle to a lift – holding him upright. He was bloody – beat up. Jax was shirtless; smoking a cigarette. “So, Darby paid you?”, he said. “Yeah, man. I told you. We split 500 bucks”, the man – who I guessed was Ollie – said. Jax spat at the ground. I saw that there was blood spatter on his torso; and his face was cold. “500 bucks, to beat up my old lady?”, he snarled. “Happy…”, he muttered.

Happy yanked a chain; and Ollies left arm went backwards – his shoulder popping out of its socket. Ollie shrieked. “Pop it back in…”, Jax said. Chibs stepped up to Ollie; and pulled his arm back into place again. Another scream. I was getting dizzy.

“You put your hands on my woman, Ollie…”, Jax said. He handed his cigarette to Opie; before punching Ollie in the face. “You drugged her…”. His fist met the mans gut. “And you were going to rape her!”. Jax kicked Ollie between the legs; and the man instantly vomited on himself and the floor. The sight made me jump; and I almost toppled over; when I felt Juice’s hands holding on to me.

Opie gave Jax back his cigarette; and poured a bucket of water over the beat-up man. “Why?”, Jax said calmly. Ollie began sobbing. Bloody snot was running out his nose. “Darby told us to”, he whimpered. “We’re at peace with The Nords”, Opie said. “We didn’t know…”, Ollie cried. “We didn’t know she was yours”. “Then why?”, Jax roared. “I-I don’t know, man… I just took the money”.

I heaved for breath; and stepped towards the door. Juice held on to me. “Don’t”, he muttered.

“Hap’…”, Jax said. “No! No, Please!”, Ollie shrieked. “I’m telling you everything I know”. “I know you are, Ollie”, Jackson said. His voice was completely calm again. He gestured at Happy. He yanked another chain; and Ollies other shoulder popped. “But you’re still going to die…”.

I tore myself from Juice’s grasp; and opened the door – stepping into the garage. Ollie looked up; and met my eyes. He parted his lips, and let out a breath. Jax turned around, and saw me. His face dropped.

Juice stepped in behind me; and Jax sent him a menacing look. “Sorry, man”, Juice muttered. “Get out of here, Cat”, Jax said. Opie walked over to me; and tried to turn me around, but I pushed him away; and walked over to Jax.

I looked him over. His chest was heaving; and I watched the tattoo on his chest rise and fall. There was blood sprayed over it; and he was sweating. I could literally smell the adrenaline on him. On his face I saw a small cut over his eyebrow; and I raised my hand to touch it; but he pulled his head away. “Leave, baby…”, he said softly. I shook my head.

I walked over to Ollie. I needed to know for sure. “I want to see his arm…”, I muttered. Happy looked at me with hard eyes; and nodded. As he lowered Ollies arm; I pulled it towards me. The swastika and the name Linda, looked exactly like it had when I saw him three days before. “Ok…”, I said.

I walked over to Jax. “Don’t kill him…”, I said. “Just make sure he can’t do to Linda, what he was gonna do to me”. Jax nodded, without meeting my eyes.

I left the garage through the office. Behind me I heard Ollie plead for mercy; and someone sliding metal against metal. There was a deafening scream; and I closed the door behind me.

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I drove the truck to the house; and used the hide-a-key Jax had told me about, to let myself in. It was so quiet. The tap in the kitchen was dripping; being the only noise I could hear. Walking to the sink; I left the truck keys on the counter; and turned the tap. The dripping stopped.

I walked through the house. It felt like years since I’d been there. Abel’s nursery was empty; and I figured Gemma had him.

In the bathroom, I looked at myself. My face was still bruised; but the swelling had gone down. I washed my face; and went into the bedroom – stripped down to my panties and tank top – and laid down on the bed. The sheets were still crumbled from the last night we’d spent there.

A little while later; I heard Jax enter the house. His keys jangled in the ceramic bowl in the hallway. His footsteps moved to the kitchen; and he moved the keys I’d left there. He walked down the hallway – paused for a second by the nursery – and went to stand in the doorway to the bedroom. “I’m just grabbing some clothes”, he said. “I’ll stay at the clubhouse”. I was looking at the wall. “No”, I said. “Clean yourself off; and get to bed”. “You don’t want me here”, he said. “You don’t tell me what I want”, I breathed. “Cat…”. “I swear to God; if you leave this house right now, I won’t be here when you come back. I’m gone”.

He stood there for a moment – just looking at me. Then he went to the bathroom. I heard his clothes hit the floor; and the shower turning on. I turned towards the window, breathing deeply. A moment later I heard him open a drawer in the dresser – putting on some boxers. The bed dipped; and he was lying next to me.

“He’s alive”, he said. “I know”, I answered; and laid on my back. “You shouldn’t have come. Juice shouldn’t have brought you”. I shook my head. “He didn’t”, I said. “I punched Tig; and kicked a chair at him. Split”. I heard him exhale deeply in the dark. “Tig… That’s where I screwed up”, he muttered. “No, Jax… I already knew from your voice”, I said. “You lied to me”. “Yeah”, he breathed. “I did”. “You said you’d tell me everything, but you lied”. I was fighting the urge to smack him across the face. “I couldn’t… I knew you wouldn’t be able to deal with it”.

I turned my head to look at him. “You have to stop telling me what I can and can’t handle”, I said. “I’m in this with you. You have to respect me enough to be honest”. He turned his head towards me, but didn’t meet my eyes. “Yeah. I know”. He sighed. “I’m not a good man, Cat. I do bad shit. Guns… That’s not all. I hurt people”. His jaw clenched. “I kill them”. I nodded. “Yes, you do”. His brow furrowed. “Why are you still here”, he whispered. I frowned. “Because there’s one of those things you said that’s not true”, I said. “You are a good man. In your way. You’re a good father. You’re loyal to your friends. And you love me… protect me”. I shook my head. “You do what you have to do. But don’t make decisions that involve me, without discussing them with me first. And don’t ever lie to me again”.

He looked at me. “I won’t. I promise”, he said. “Can I touch you?”. His voice was almost trembling; fearful of the rejection he was sure he was going to get. “Yes”, I muttered.

His lips parted; and he gently put his hand on my cheek. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”. I nodded. “I know”, I said. “You said you didn’t want me to be afraid of you. When I saw you at the garage…” “I scared you”, he breathed. “No. I understood why you were doing it. And I was ok with it”. I sighed. “And that scares me”.

His thumb caressed my temple. “I can’t tell you how to feel about it”, he said. “How do you feel?”, I said. “When you… do that”. He swallowed hard. “I don’t do that… not unless I have to”. “And you had to”, I whispered. He looked at me with pained eyes. “Yeah, I did. No one can do what they did to you”.

I looked down. “Did you like it?”, I whispered. “It’s not… I turn it off”, he muttered. “What?”. “Humanity”, he croaked. I met his eyes again. “And then… it’s a release”.

“Thank you”, I said. “For what?”, he asked. “For telling me… and becoming that. For me”. I put my arm around his back; and pulled myself into his arms. “Kiss me, Jackson”. Jax sighed; and put his lips to mine. His arms were warm; and I felt him relax against me – the mad-man I’d seen earlier leaving his body.

I hadn’t meant for it to happen; but my body responded to his kiss, the way it always did. I felt a fire in my belly; and parted my lips; suckling at his. Both Jax and my breathing became heavier. I couldn’t help myself. It felt so natural to pull myself closer to him; and I stroked his back with my fingertips – relishing in the small gasps I drew from him.

Jax’s hand went down to stroke my thigh; and he lifted it; to put it around his hip. His growing erection pushed against my groin; and I gasped. “Cat”, he breathed. “You don’t have to…”. “I want you…”, I whispered; and grinded my body against his.

His eyes searched mine; before kissing me again – this time parting his lips; and slipping his tongue into my mouth. I moaned quietly. My hand slid down his side; and I let my fingers glide inside the waistband of his boxers – pulling them down. Jax lifted himself a little, and pulled them the rest of the way himself – kicking them off. His penis was fully hard; and when it pushed against my belly, he gasped slightly.

He slid his fingers between my legs; and moved my panties to the side – feeling my slickness. His touch made me whimper; and when his middle finger began tracing my entrance; I gasped. He slid it back and forth, drawing soft whimpers from me. I tugged at my panties; wanting them gone, to give him full access to me. He let me shrug them off; and returned to his task. His finger never entered me – as if he was afraid to penetrate me. Make me feel violated. I grabbed his hand; and pushed his finger into a curled position; pushing him into me. He looked at me, and a smile ghosted his face.

I took a gentle hold of his hardness; and began stroking him to the rhythm he was using for my vagina. We breathed almost in synchronicity; keeping our eyes on each other. We worked together – completely equal in the moment. None of us craved dominancy over the other; it was just two people working towards the same goal.

I felt the fire inside, beginning to take me over. Pushing at Jacksons chest; I got him to lay on his back again; and I positioned myself over him; holding on to his member; and placing the blunt tip at my entrance. I sank down onto him with a gasp.

Once he was fully inside me; I instantly unfurled, and came around him. His grimaced, as he tried to control his own extasy – not wanting to finish yet. My fingers dug into his chest; and he took a hold of my hips, to stop me moving, so he wouldn’t come too soon. I moaned on top of him; still clenching around him. Once my body relaxed, and I could control my breathing; I looked at him, and nodded. He nodded back; and we began moving together – slowly. I pulled my top off; and took off my bra – leaving my breasts bare for him. One of his hands found my left mound; massaging it gently. He used two fingers to gently tug at my nipple – which sent another smalt jolt through my walls. Jax gasped; but controlled himself. He was determined to draw out both our pleasures.

I rode him like this for a while. Our eyes still kept focusing on each other. Jax’s hands caressed my breasts and stomach; before he put them on my hips again, so he could follow my rhythm with his own. My hair fell in to my face; and he raised a hand to put it behind my ear – wanting to be able to see my face. His gaze was soft and warm – and there was such admiration in his eyes. He made me feel strong and wanted. Beautiful.

I slid my fingertips over his nipples; feeling his small shivers as I did so. It made me smile. It wasn’t a matter of dominance – not anything to with me wanting to control his pleasure. I was just so happy that I could make him feel this way. I wanted nothing more than for this man to be happy – and in that moment, I knew he felt the same about me.

After a while, my thighs began burning; and I found it difficult to keep up the movements. Jax saw me struggle; and pulled at my hand to lay down on top of him – letting me rest my muscles. He took over the task of thrusting into me; and stroked my back all the while. I ran my fingers through his hair; and left small kisses up and down his neck. His hips movements made my body sway back and forth in a comforting manner. “I love you so much”, he whispered in my ear; and his warm breath making my skin tingle – along with his pubic bone’s stimulation of my clit – made me come undone again. I whimpered loudly.

This time, Jax couldn’t hold back; and when I began clenching around him, I felt him tense up. He groaned hoarsely; and let himself come undone inside me. His arms tightened around me; and I grinded against him – trying to draw out the orgasm flowing through us both. In the end, I cried out; and Jax followed suit with a moan – before we both sighed deeply; and I went slack on top of his body.

He kept his arms around me; not wanting to let me go. “Don’t leave me”, he whispered. “Never”, I answered. His arms tightened; and we laid in a tight embrace for an eternity.

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We slept for a few hours, before waking to Jax’s phone ringing. He sighed, and went into the bathroom to collect it from his pants.

“What?... Good…”. He walked in to the bedroom again, and grabbed his boxers from the floor – putting them on with one hand. It was quite an impressive sight; and I smirked. He smiled at me softly. “No”, he continued into his phone. “No, it’s over… leave him”. I frowned at him. He looked at me with a calming expression; and shook his head. “We’ll deal with Darby tomorrow. I gotta take care of my family today… Yeah, Clay; I know… Look, I need this, man… Thanks. See you then”. He hung up; and threw the phone on the dresser; before crawling back into bed with me; pulling me back into his arms.

“Do you have to go?”, I said quietly. “Not today”, he said. “I’m staying here. We need a day without… anything”. “You should pick up Abel”, I said. He looked at me with wonder. “What?”, I said. “You’re amazing”, he smiled. I blushed; and hid my face against his chest. “He’s still at Opies”, Jax said. “I’ll call him, and have Lyla drop him off”.

We cleaned up, and got dressed – me in jeans and Jax’s flannel; which I’d decided was mine to use whenever he didn’t want it – and Jax in civilian clothes. No cut; no guns. An hour later; Lyla showed up at the door with Abel in his car seat. Jax thanked her with a hug; and she stroked my bruised cheek softly – wincing. “Sorry, sweetie”, she said. “Ellie misses you”. I thanked her; and she kissed Abel goodbye, before leaving.

Jax held his son to his chest – clearly having missed him. “Were you good for your auntie Lyla, buddy?”, he cooed. I walked into the kitchen; and began preparing breakfast as best I could; getting eggs and flour for pancake batter. “Let me do that”, Jax said softly; coming up behind me – and handing me the baby. Abel’s tiny hands grabbed at my face; and he let out tiny whines in glee. I love you, kid, I thought. Jax looked at us with pure love.

I watched him make the batter; and pour some on a hot pan. “You mom teach you that?”, I smiled. “Only when my dad or Clay weren’t around. Cooking is a woman’s job”, he joked. “I won’t tell anyone. They might strip your patch”, I grinned. He chuckled.

He made us coffee; and served me a mug with a soft kiss to my lips. Heating a bottle for Abel; he handed it to me; and I fed the baby for the first time; smiling at his little face. Once he was finished, he was yawning; and I carried him to his nursery; putting him down in his crib. He fell asleep seconds later.

Once back in the kitchen, Jax had set the table for breakfast; and we ate in silence – our eyes meeting occasionally with small smiles following. Once we’d finished; I began filling the dishwasher, and Jackson wiped off the counter. “Behold; the domesticated biker”, I grinned.

He walked up to me; and took my hand – pulling me towards the laundry room. “We’re a few days too late, but I made plans – remember?”, he smirked. I giggled, as he lifted me up; and sat me down on the washer. I stripped of the flannel. “Walls – meet tits”, I said; and Jackson chuckled, before leaning in for a deep kiss.

After a fun and intense session, we showered together, both too tired for another round; but as Jax said; “We’re preserving water”. He couldn’t help but press me against the wall for a passionate kiss – and I couldn’t find it in myself to push him off me.

The day was perfect. There wasn’t one phone call. No one came by. It was just us.

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“I need to figure out if I still have a job”, I said; as Jax was putting Abel down for the night.

We’d spent the afternoon and evening cuddling both each other and the baby. Jax had tried feeding him mashed carrots; but the kid had literally spat him in the face – which had made me laugh out loud; and Jax smack my ass in jest, as a response.

He pulled a small blanket over his son; and took my hand – walking into the living room to sit down. “You’re right”, he said. “I don’t expect you to sit around here all day. I know you love that gig”. I smiled. “I do”, I said. “I’ll call Unser tomorrow morning. Get him to do that report”. “Won’t he want something in return?”, I asked. Jax shook his head. “Wayne’s not like that”, he smiled. “He’s one of the good cops”. I frowned. “He’s on your payroll…”. Jax shrugged. “Ok, so he’s one of the good bad cops”, he chuckled. “You’ll be fine. We’ll fix this. Just take this week off. You’ve been in a car accident, remember?”.

I groaned. “Shit, yeah. The car…”. “I am sorry about that, you know”, he said earnestly. I sighed; and leaned against him on the couch. “I know… it was a classic”, I pouted.

He slid his arm around me. “Speaking of which. How’re the bruises? Did I hurt you… before?”. He looked worried. I lifted the him of the shirt; and looked down at my ribs. They were sore and purplish. “I think I’m ok”, I said. “Chibs checked them while you we’re out cold. He doesn’t think anything is broken”.

I laughed. “You had the whole club taking turns staring at me in my sleep. And now you’re telling me Chibs took my top off?”. “I held the top up for him”, Jax grumbled. He groped my right breast. “These puppies are mine”, he sneered; drawing back his lips in a mock snarl. I giggled; and tried to push his hand away; but he held on to me. His hand slid under the hem of the flannel; and he began tickling the skin of my mounds. I laughed uncontrollably. “Quiet, doll. You’ll wake up the baby”, Jax said softly; continuing his attack. “Stop!”, I gasped. “Shh!”, he demanded; and moved his hands to attack my sides – leaning over me, and pushing me down on the couch. “Jax!”, I squealed; and he caught my lips in a kiss; quieting me up.

Suddenly his hand hit a sore spot; and I winced. He sat up with a startled expression. “Cat, I’m sorry!”. He helped me sit up. “I’m ok”, I tried. His face grew hard. “I should have…”. “No”, I said. “It’s not your fault”. I pulled his head towards me – a hand at the back of his neck. Kissing him gently; I smiled.

He sighed. “I’m seeing Darby tomorrow. Figuring out what the hell happened”. “You still think this is on the club?”, I muttered. “I don’t know”, he said. “Ollie said they didn’t know who you were; but that doesn’t mean Darby didn’t. He might have decided to kill the truce for some reason”. “You’ll figure it out”, I smiled.

His eyes warmed; and he kissed me.

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The next morning; Neeta showed up to take Abel for the day. It was almost painful to hand him over. “He needs some cream. Diaper rash”, I said. The kindly woman promised to take care of it for me.

Jax drove us to TM. He had church; and didn’t want me alone at the house. Driving in to the lot; I saw Tig – black eye and a sullen expression – standing by the garage. “I need to…”, I muttered to Jax. He nodded.

I walked over to Tig, and sighed. “I’m sorry for punching you”, I said. “I needed to go”. He nodded. “I get it, sweetheart”, he said, and put his hand on my shoulder. “Come on”. He banged the garage door; and it rolled up – revealing my chevy. Jax came over to join us. “Tig…”, he snarled.

“I couldn’t do it, man”, Tig said. “Both my girls were conceived in that back seat”. I stifled a smile. “We needed a crashed car for evidence”, Jax said. “I ran it into a wall. The fender’s dented; and we can write up some unseen repairs for Unser’s report. It’ll be fine”.

I put my arms around Tig; taking him by surprise. “Thank you, Tiggy”. He reciprocated the hug. “You’re welcome, pumpkin”. Jax shook his head. “This better work, man”, he said. Tig gestured for him to calm down; arms still around me. Jax raised his brow. “Tig. Let go of my woman”. Tig sighed, and released me. I chuckled.

Clay came up behind us. “How are you doing, teach’?”, he said. “I’m alive”, I smiled. The man stroked my cheek. “Good… good”. He looked at Jax. “Church in 10. Darby after. Let’s put this to bed”.

Jax nodded, and turned to me. “Hang out here for the day”, he said. “What am I supposed to do? Do oil-changes and practice my pole-dancing?”, I said. He smirked. “That works”. He kissed my cheek; and headed towards the clubhouse with Clay and Tig. “Jax!”, I called after him. “I need to get out of here. Move around. This lockdown shit is getting claustrophobic”. Jackson clenched his jaw. “Take Phil. Don’t leave town”. I smiled sweetly. “Yes, sir”.

He stifled a grin; and after a quick look towards his brothers, he walked back to me – sliding an arm around my waist; and pushing his open lips to mine. He teased my tongue with his own; before squeezing my ass cheek. “Hold that thought”, he breathed; and pecked my lips again – before letting go of me, and walking off.

The larger prospect met me by the chevy a moment later; a friendly smile plastered on his face. “Let’s go for breakfast, Phil”, I said. “I’m starving”.

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We went to the diner Jax had taken me to a few weeks before. The waffles were still delicious; and when I couldn’t finish, Phil took over my plate with a thankful grin.

After breakfast; I wanted to go to the library. I needed to look up potential books and projects for arts classes… if I had a job to go back to. The small library was quiet; and smelled like my tiny apartment in Chicago used to do. Of books and coffee. And just a little perfume. “Phil?”, I said quietly. “What happened to my stuff? It was in the chevy”. The big guy was looking through a comic book. “We put it in storage at the clubhouse. “Good. I’d like to get it. Bring it to the house”.

Phil smiled. “You’re really moving in with Jax?”, he said. “Yeah”. I blushed. “That’s cool”, he grinned. “Yeah, it’s kind of cool”, I chuckled. The librarian shushed us; and I grabbed my little stack of volumes, to check them out. “Let’s go”, I whispered.

We went by the grocery store to pick up some diapers and things for dinner. I was planning on making the one of the few things I knew how to do well. Carbonara. Carrying my groceries to the car; Phil was distracted for a second – and I dropped my keys – putting a few paces between us.

A bald, menacing looking man – with a swastika tattoo just below the apex of his collarbone – stepped out in front of me. “Hello, Catherine”, he said. My breath hitched.

Phil looked up from the trunk; and rushed towards us – hand going for his gun. “Relax, Moby Dick. I’m unarmed”, the man growled. He looked back at me. “Wouldn’t want to start something up in front of this nice establishment; with all these people around”. “You’re Darby…” I said. He smiled. “You’ve heard of me”.

Phil grabbed his phone; and I slowly stepped towards him and my car – getting behind the wheel. “I have to go”, I said; trying desperately to control my shivering. “I’m just here for a conversation, ma’am”, Darby smirked. “You can talk to Jax”, I muttered. “Right. Your old man”. He clenched his jaw. “Thing could have been very different, if I’d been told”. I looked up in shock. “What?”. Darby started walking around the corner from the store. “See you around. I have a meeting to catch”.

Phil stepped up to the car door; trying to close it for me – but I held it open. “Cat, get out of here. We’ll handle it”, he said. I stepped out of the car again; and followed Darby down the empty alley – grabbing the gun in my purse. I pulled it out, and pointed it at him. “Why did you go after me?”. Darby stepped backwards; hands raised in the air. “Just… relax”. Phil grabbed for me; but I shrugged him off.

I heard bikes arriving; and soon after, Jax came running up next to me – followed by Juice and Chibs. “Cat! Put down the gun, baby…”. I lowered the gun, and handed it to him.

“You’re seriously crossing a line here, Darby!”, Jax growled, and pushed me to stand behind him. My whole body was shaking – not calmed in any way by Jackson’s tense form. “I just wanted to see the damage, before our rendezvous”, Darby said. “Looks all right”. Jax took a step towards him. “You crammed an eightball up my old ladys arm!”, he roared. “It wasn’t a full eightball. I wasn’t trying to kill her, man”, Darby scoffed. Jax lifted my gun – which he was still holding – and Chib’s sprang forward; putting a calming hand on his arm. “Full daylight, Jackie”, he muttered.

I stepped out from behind my old man. Darby looked impressed. “Why? Why attack me?”, I demanded. Jax grabbed my arm from getting any closer to the man. “Babe…”, he muttered. “Tell me; you white trash asshole”. Darby frowned. “Language, lady!”. I went for my gun in Jax’s hand; and he pulled his arm back, so I couldn’t reach it. “Relax, Cat…”. “Listen to your man”, Darby chuckled. Jax snapped. “I will hold you down myself; and let her cleave your chest with an axe!”.

Chibs stepped between us. “Darby!”, he growled. “She asked you a question. Why?”.

Darby clenched his jaw. “I got a phone call about a week ago. Some guy wanted to talk about a business dealing I had going on up north”, he said. “Said the feds where on to me, but he could make it go away, if I did him a favor”. “You meet him?”, Jax asked. “Friday. Stockton”. “Who was he?”, Chibs said. Darby shrugged. “Late 30’s. Greying. Suit. Real fed-type”.

I could taste bile in my mouth. Jax sensed my body tensing up; and took my hand – squeezing it gently. “That’s sweet”, Darby smirked. “Are you trying to get yourself killed in this alley?”, Juice chuckled, and stepped towards the bald man. “Juice…”, Jax halted him – visibly trying to restrain himself from running over and slitting Darby’s throat. “What else? What exactly did he ask you to do?”. Darby shrugged. “He told me he’d pay me 2000 bucks to track down some woman; who needed to get the message that Charming wasn’t a place for her”, he said, and looked at me. “He told me you needed to have a close encounter with some drugs… I had other things to do; but I got Ollie and the others on it. Gave them a share…”. “500 dollars”, I croaked. He nodded.

“Look, lady”, Darby said meaningfully. “If I’d known who you were…”. “Why does that matter?”, I snarled. “You decide to have a random woman attacked – almost killed. You’re sick!”. “It’s just business”, he muttered. Jax pulled me behind him again; and took a slow step towards Darby. “Yeah… just business”, he smirked – the mad-man from two nights before showing his face in his expression. “Like the cook-shop up near Dogtown?”.

Darby tensed up. “We had agreement. No cooking within Samcro territory…”, he began. “We expanded our territory”, Jax snarled. “Since when?”, Darby growled in response. Jax got close to him. “Since you had my old lady attacked, drugged; and almost raped”. He slammed Darby in the face; the man fell over – covering his face.

Jax was seething; but didn’t hit Darby again.

“You already punished him for that!”, Darby yelled. “Yeah, and if you get near my woman again; I’ll feed your dick to some rottweilers, too!” I swallowed hard. Now I knew. Good.

Jax handed me my gun back. “The safety’s still on”, he chided. “Come on”.

We walked back to the bikes. I was shaking. “It was him. He’s here. He never gave up”. I was beginning to hyperventilate. “Juice”, Jax said. “Find out exactly where Darby met that asshole; and track him down. This ends now”. Juice ran back into the alley; and I heard Darby yelp from pain. Jax led me to my car. “Let’s go”.

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POSITIONS

Title: Positions

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1685

Warnings: blood injuries, mentions of claustrophobia, angst, implied smut at the end, protective!Dean as Hell.

Summary: Dean is injured, so the reader goes to Cas and Mary’s rescue. Dean will guide her to the vampire nest on the phone. Once they get home, they try to relax after the hunt in their own way.

A/N: Hello hello! Here’s another fic about Dean Winchester. I recommend you to read it while listening to Positions by Ariana Grande. If you wanna be tagged in my Dean Winchester fics, just let me know in my ask box! You can also find me on AO3 and Wattpad. Enjoy!

Tags: @akshi8278

Story under the cut!

«What happened to you?» you ask him, the panic in the voice that already trembles.

Dean collapses into the chair with a hand wrapped around his bleeding left arm, a pair of dark circles under his eyes and the dimples on the sides of his mouth that sparkle like the light of a street lamp about to go out.

«Nothing, I'm fine» he responds, as Sam returns from who knows what room with a first aid kit.

«Dean, don't bullshit me, you're bleeding out!» you yell. «And where’s Castiel?»

«Cas stayed with Mom» Sam replies, sewing up Dean, who in the meantime has put a handkerchief in his mouth to try not to scream in pain.

«To the vampire nest? But how many of them were there?» you ask, looking around for your weapons.

«Don't even think about going there, Y/N!» Dean says, pointing the finger of his free hand at you.

«Oh, you can bet on it» you answer, then grab a pair of earphones and a knife. «Answer the phone, you will guide me in there.»

Your voice is now bossy, but Dean wants to know nothing about it, in fact he's still yelling at you as you close the bunker’s door behind you.

When you arrive outside the abandoned building, you call him. You put on your earphones and walk slowly towards the entrance, knife in hand and the cold air that stings you to the bone. There is so much silence around you that if you didn't know the whole story, you would think there is no one inside.

«You are so reckless!» Dean yells in your ears. «I've been calling you for at least twenty minutes by now, where the hell have you been?»

«I was driving. Listen, either you help me or I’ll turn my phone off. We need to help them and you and Sam are hurt. Trust me, for once.»

«I trust you, but I don't want you to get hurt. Don't go where I can't follow» Dean says, sighing and you think that's his way of saying “don't die”.

«I'll be careful. Now tell me where to go, please.»

«Okay. Turn left and enter from the back door so they won't see you. There is a room that is kind of a closet. Hide there and try to figure out how many of them are there, if you can see them. If Cas and Mom are still fighting, you will surely see them.»

«Okay» you answer, sneaking into the building. Hearing Dean's voice giving you instructions is intriguing on the one hand and almost... relaxing on the other, because his hoarse voice always calms you down.

You slip into the closet, hearing noises coming from the main room. It seems the vampires are talking to each other or to Castiel and Mary. Maybe they caught them.

«Y/N? You there?»

«Yes, babe.»

«Where are you?»

«In the closet.»

«Okay, listen to me, now take them by surprise, but first give Cas a sign that you are there, so he will be prepared to help you.»

«And how…?» you're about to ask, when a vampire walks into the room and scares the shit out of you.

You hear Dean calling you from the other side of the line, but your phone drops as you engage a hand-to-hand combat with the vampire. He grazes your leg, but you manage to kill him. At that point you hear footsteps approaching, so you throw yourself on the door and close it. You move a couple of pieces of furniture and put them in front of you, but you feel they are trying to get in. The phone has a broken screen and it’is dead. It is now unusable. You look around, thinking about how you can leave that room alive. You see a small window at the top, so you climb up to it and get out of there, just as the vampires have managed to enter. You get up and run to the main entrance, where in the meantime, thanks to your diversion, Mary has arrived.

«Y/N, where are Sam and Dean? What happened?»

«Dean was hurt and Sam was taking care of him, so I came to help you, but the vampires caught up with me. Where’s Cas?»

«Inside. I had to make sure you were okay. You know, for Dean» Mary tells you and you blush. You and Dean had decided to keep your relationship a secret from Mary because you didn't know how she would take it, so you secretly dated for a few months. «Was it that obvious?»

«Well, last night I got up to drink a glass of water and I might have heard you…»

Now you’re definitely red in the face. Dean won't be happy at all. But it's his fault too, so he shouldn't blame you too much.

«Let's go save Castiel, okay?» you say.

So, you two come back. Cas has taken out most of the vampires, except for a couple of them, which you and Mary can kill pretty quickly. You look around to make sure everything is okay when you hear someone break down the front door.

«Y/N!» Dean's voice call you.

It’s at that point that you feel your strength failing. Your vision becomes blurred and you fall to your knees on the floor as Dean runs towards you.

«Are you okay?» he asks, putting his hands on your shoulders.

«Now that you're here, yes» you reply. That's when he hugs you and you feel Mary's gaze burn on your back.

You open your eyes in Dean's room. You sit up on the bed, leg bandaged and a Dean shirt on, not covered in blood like yours. It must be early morning, because a faint ray of sunlight enters through the window. You hear no noise around you, a sign that the bunker is probably empty. You get out of bed, but that's when Dean arrives, a new flannel shirt on him and a worried look.

«Woah woah woah, sit down, sweetheart» he says, but you shake your head and take his hand.

«I'm fine. Where is everybody? What happened?»

«You fainted and I had to have Sam drive to be able to keep up with you» Dean replies with a fake angry look. «You owe me.»

«Your mother knows about us» you say, not even laughing at his joke.

Dean pales, gasping for air.

«What? How?»

«She heard us, uh, tonight.»

«Oh. Embarrassing.»

«You think?»

Dean chuckles.

«Come on, let's look on the bright side: we don't have to tell her, she knows now» he says, stroking your shoulders.

«You're right, although I wanted to let her know it in another way» you reply.

«Well, it's done now. How do you feel, anyway?»

«Fine. You?»

«Sam was good. Modestly, he learned from the best» he replies and you punch him affectionately on the shoulder.

«You know, yesterday I was afraid of being locked in that closet» you say, alluding to your claustrophobia.

«In that case, I would have helped you» Dean tells you, with a suggestive look.

«Well, I have to say that your voice had something relaxing» you tell him, letting a hand slide along his bicep.

«Really?» he asks, lowering his voice a notch.

«Yup.»

«Then, close your eyes, I'll let you hear what I would have done to help you» he tells you.

Then you close your eyes, biting your lips. At first you don't feel anything, then, slowly, you realize that Dean has slipped behind your back and now you feel his stubby beard caressing your cheek.

«You're home with me, not in that closet. You are here, with me caressing your arms» he begins, while his fingers actually brush your arms, «and making you feel safe. It's just you and me. Don't think about anything else but my lips kissing your neck» he tells you and you shiver, «or the warmth of our very close bodies.»

At that point you feel his chest touch your back and you wonder why the hell he's going so slow. If you could switch your positions, you'd already be on top of him, but part of you wants to know where this is going, so you let him talk.

«And then?»

Dean kisses your neck and you feel like dying. You want more, but you have enough self-control to stand still. Even if your legs are getting weaker and weaker.

«Then, I would have told you that you don't have to worry, because I am there to protect you» he says, as his hands run along your torso and then stop on your hips. If this were a challenge to "let's see who loses self-control first", you would have already lost. He is incredibly good at this game.

«And in the end?» you ask him, your voice now a whisper. You feel his grin on your skin: he knows he won.

«Eventually, we would probably have ended up in here after killing twenty vampires» he replies. Under normal circumstances, that answer would have made you laugh, but not now.

Now you do it, you switch positions. You turn and see in his gaze that he has recognized the lust in your eyes, while his warm hands are still on your hips, the shirt slightly raised. With a push, you throw him on the bed and you are on top of him, your lips on his in a passionate kiss and your hands already taking off his shirt in less than a second. His fingertips press on the sides of your back, while you are already down to kiss his neck and feel hot, too hot.

«Take it off» he says, turning to the shirt.

You do as he told you, but in that moment Dean finds himself on top of you, changing positions again. A second after that, he turns to look towards the door with red cheeks and the look of someone who knows he was caught red-handed .

«Hey, Mom.»

You close your eyes, throwing a hand on your forehead.

What a shitty figure. Again.

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Welcome to the Murder House - Lights Up on Hampton High

Fuck it. I wasn’t going to post anything today, mush less this, but I thought I’d surprise you all. The only person who really knows about this is @theatergirl06 who read half of the first chapter way back during our ask war (it’s been over a month since then, I think!). I have the whole plot written out already, but I realized I would never finish this unless I started posting and pushed myself to work on it.

A little context! This is my high school/murder mystery AU that’s been in my google drive for a while now (no, it’s not based on WATT - not majorly, at least). PSA: I’m using American style high schools because I’m not British and I don’t want to mess something simple up. I’m cruel, and let’s just say there are going to be many, many plot twists. Also Parrlyn is in there. But enough rambling - it’s time I welcome you... Welcome to the Murder House, please enjoy your stay.

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Trigger Warnings: Talk of death, the typical amount of swearing/insults you’d expect from high schoolers, brief slut shaming/sexual harassment, high school bullying, mentions of parental abuse

Anne Boleyn was the most popular girl in school, and it was obvious to anyone just why. She was the prettiest girl around with the most desirable figure. She had a sharp wit, ready to cut anyone who got too close for comfort, yet at the same time drew everyone in. Everyone at Hampton High bowed down at the feet of Anne Boleyn, worshipping her very existence. Any newcomer to the school would immediately be enlightened on her legendary rise to fame.

The only thing Anne Boleyn was more infamous for than her rise to power was her fierce protectiveness over her cousin, Katherine Howard. Katherine was only a sophomore but she had quickly climbed the ranks at Hampton due to Anne keeping her close at all times. It was rare to see the cousins separated outside of their classes.

Kitty Howard was an innocent lamb compared to the predator that Anne was among the student body. Anne sheltered her from any boy wishing her harm and attacked anyone who even looked at Kitty wrong. Unaware to Anne, this backfired on Kit, keeping her from making any friends of her own other than the seniors Anne deemed acceptable to be around Kitty.

This included Anna von Cleves and Cathy Parr, two of Anne’s classmates whom she had the most faith in. Anna was vulgar and unafraid to fight someone bold enough to challenge her, a butch senior with a history of disciplnary trouble. Anne had known Anna since elementary school when their teachers thought it would be fun to pair the two together due to their names. On the other hand, Cathy was quiet and supportive, but also a talented writer with distinct opinions and uncontrollable stubbornness. She had transferred to Hampton in junior year and Anne had taken her under her wing, hurling her up the social standings. The four of them were the golden quartet of Hampton High and no one dared mess with them.

Not when they were together at least.

Henry Tudor was a popular, brutish jock with as many brain cells as inches on his dick. In his time at Hampton, he had dated six girls, including all of the four aforementioned girls. His first girlfriend, Catherine de Aragon, had dated him for the entirety of freshman year and half of sophomore year. It was in their second year when Catherine found out that Henry had been cheating on her with Anne Boleyn, some popular queen at school. Catherine tried to confront Anne but was instead humiliated and kicked down the social ladder. Anne was boosted to the most popular girl after getting together with Henry.

But karma always came back, and Anne found out her idiotic boyfriend was cheating on her as well. Jane Seymour, the sweet student council member had been seeing Henry before he broke up with Anne. She refused to back off Henry, leading to Henry breaking up with Anne so the two of them could be together. But Anne wouldn’t let herself be pushed out of the light like Catherine, so she fired back at Henry, stepping on him to secure her spot at the top of the social ladder.

After a pregnancy scare, Jane broke up with Henry, too frightened to stay with someone like him. So Henry moved on and tried online dating, meeting HotAC and taking a liking to her. Too bad that when he tried to hook up with her, he found out that she was one of Anne Boleyn’s friends. Too embarrassed to admit that he was scared of getting on Anne’s bad side again, Henry accused Anna von Cleves of being an ugly horse and turned half the student body against Anna and the others.

Thus began the ongoing feud between Henry Tudor and his jocks with Anne Boleyn and her Golden Quartet.

Henry’s final girlfriend was Cathy Parr, if only briefly. When she first got to Hampton, Henry latched onto her and essentially peer pressured her into dating him. Barely a month into the two of them being together, Anne pushed her way into the relationship and saved Cathy from an unsavory high school experience with Henry.

The bad blood between Anne and Catherine and Jane kept the three from interacting, but Anne was fiercely protective of all the other previous girlfriends of Henry Tudor. Senior year, finally the drama with Henry had cooled down and the school seemed to be at a standstill, waiting for the next bombshell to drop. No one dared to talk about Henry’s fifth girlfriend to Anne’s face for fear of what she would do at the mention of his actions...

Like any other day, Anne was sitting at the quartet’s lunch table while Anna was on top of the table itself. Anna had one hand leaning against the table as well as one foot up while the other dangled off the edge. “It said some pretty nasty stuff, are you sure you want to know?” Anna asked hesitantly, her eyes on Anne’s clenched fists.

“Yes, I want to know what they’re saying about my cousin,” Anne gritted out through her teeth.

Nervously scratching her nose, Anna relented. “It was on her locker, thank God she didn’t notice. There was some cheap photo from a porno with the words ‘Slutty Kitty’ written under it.”

“Those dickwads!” Anne slammed her hands against the table.

Rushing to calm Anne down, Anna assured her, “Hey, Cathy and I cleaned it off before Kit could see it.” It was a miracle she managed to calm Anne down, even if only by a little bit. The popular girl was known for having a temper, and it had been a long time goal of Anna’s to balance her out.

What neither of the girls noticed was Kitty herself approaching the table, her backpack pulled tight around her body. She had overheard the conversation, but put on a perky attitude to make it seem like she was oblivious. Anne didn’t like when Kitty was sad, so she tried to avoid being sad around Anne. No need to worry her cousin about something stupid like high school bullying. “Hi Anna, Hi Annie!”

The two girls turned to face Kit and smiled. “Hey Kit,” Anna said, sliding off the table to sit on the bench across from Anne.

“How’s my favorite cousin?” Anne asked, scooting to the side so there was room for Kitty.

Shrugging, Kitty put her backpack on the floor. “I’m fine. Science was boring, as usual. But in history we started talking about the French Revolution, and I told my partner about the time you built a guillotine -”

Gasping in playful shock, Anne covered her cousin’s mouth. “I thought I told you never to talk about that incident!” Anna leaned forward dramatically, even though she had already heard the story multiple times.

“You tried to chop my head off for treason!”

“It was out of love -”

“How do you chop someone’s head off out of love?”

Before the conversation could escalate, Cathy entered the cafeteria and made her way over to the table, catching the trio’s attention. “Hey Cathyyyy,” Anne said, batting her eyelashes at the other girl.

Ignoring Anne, Cathy sat down on the other side of the table with Anna. “Are you still working on that article for the newspaper?” Anna asked before taking a bite of her rice and chicken (yes, she was the stereotypical black girl. She knew and was proud of it).

Nodding in confirmation, Cathy sighed and banged her head on the table. A moment later she lifted her head again and gave the others a tired smile. “Yeah, and it’s kicking my ass. I was just interviewing Jane Seymour and Catherine de Aragon about -”

“Woah woah woah, you were talking to Jane Seymour and Catherine de Aragon?” Anne gaped at Cathy.

“Well yeah, it’s for -”

“Why would you talk to them?” Anne exploded. “They’re massive bitches and you know our history. They’re the reason behind all the rumors at school and you entertained their bullshit?”

Giving Anne an incredulous glare, Cathy shot back, “Okay first, I was only talking to them because they’re both in charge of the student community service branch of council and I needed their interviews for the paper. And two, even if I did want to talk to them, who are you to tell me who I can and can’t be friends with? You’re popular Anne, but you’re not our dictator.” All the girls were open mouthed at Cathy’s tirade, but the girl in question only sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry Anne, but let me make my own decisions.”

Swallowing thickly, Anne nodded. “Right, I’m sorry Cathy. Just… the three of us don’t have a good history.”

Laughing lightly, Cathy made eye contact with Anne. “Yeah, I know.”

“More like the whole school knows,” Anna mumbled, giving Anne a fake smile when her head shot to the side to glare at her friend. But when Kitty giggled, Anne let Anna off the hook and laughed with her cousin.

“Hey Anna, you’re still good to walk Kit home, right?”

Shooting Kitty a cheeky grin, Anna confirmed with Anne. “Yeah, I’ll make sure no wild kidnappers jump out to catch her while you’re not there.” They all joked about it, but everyone knew how protective Anne was over her cousin.

“And Cathy, you and I are still -”

“Still going to infiltrate the cafeteria in order to prove there is malpractice going on, yes.”

Rolling her eyes, Anne complained, “Come on, you make it sound so boring. We’re going to break into the school and cause chaos in the cafeteria.”

“That sounds like fun!” Kit agreed, bumping shoulders with Anne.

Resting her chin on her hand, Cathy exhaled loudly. “It is not fun, it’s important. If we can prove the food isn’t up to health standards, then we can finally take some steps towards proper changes around here,” the writer explained.

“Wait, does that mean they’ll get rid of the pizza?” Anna asked.

“NOT THE PIZZA!” Anne cried, far louder than she should have. Kitty shushed her when some of the nearby tables looked over. Protectively, Anne hunched over the last slice of pizza still on her plate. It was far from healthy but Anne was addicted to the grease.

The only ones at the table who didn’t have lunch were Cathy and Kit. Cathy tended to sleep or work during lunch, so she trained her body to run only on two meals and a plethora of snacks throughout the day. And although Kit wouldn’t admit it, her father never gave her any lunch money or provided her with lunch foods. If she asked, he would give her lunch but then refuse to serve her dinner, so Kitty learned to stop asking. “Look Anne, if you want to break into the cafeteria with me, you’re going to have to forfeit your pizza rights.”

In an almost comical moment, Anne actually contemplated whether to choose pizza or breaking and entering, but eventually she gave in. “Alright, I’m sorry pizza, my second love!” And then Anne devoured the slice.

The other three girls rolled their eyes. Whenever Anne made a comment about “my second love” it was almost always followed up with something like - “As much as I love you pizza, you never stood a chance against Cathy Parr, the apple of my eye.”

For as long as the quartet had been friends, Anne had been flirting with Cathy. None of them questioned it anymore, and even Cathy had become accustomed to the constant shows of affection. Both girls were obviously attracted to each other, but Cathy made it very clear she didn’t want to date anybody anytime soon. So instead, Anne kept serenading her with proclamations of love.

Later that day, Anna and Kit were talking home together, comfortably chatting with each other. “She built the guillotine to threaten Mary, but Mary scares Anne way too much - even though she’ll never admit it - for her to actually attempt it.” Anna nodded along to the story, even though this was probably the fourth time Kit was telling it. “So when I told Anne that the guillotine idea was stupid - which it was! - she accused me of treason.”

“How dare she,” Anna spoke in mock horror, playing along with Kitty.

“Right! Ugh,” Kit groaned, “so of course George was on board with it because he’s always on board with Anne’s shi-”

Anna shushed Kit aggressively before she could curse. “I may not be your cousin but I don’t want my head chopped off if she gets wind I let you curse.”

Kit frowned but then continued her story. “So they got the guillotine which looked so scary, because I was only ten, and carried me to it execution style. George held me down and everything while Anne tied a blindfold around my eyes. By now I’m freaking out because no one’s stopping them - I didn’t actually think they were gonna kill me,” Kit scoffed in the self assured voice of someone who was most definitely lying. “And whoosh! The blade comes down and I don’t scream, and the two of them are laughing at me!” Kit pouted and stomped her foot in frustration. “The blade was fake, it was only styrofoam.”

Lightly punching Kit’s shoulder, Anna commented, “Must’ve been traumatising.”

“It was embarrassing,” Kit groaned.

“Well it’s your fault for hanging out with them.”

Perking up at those words, Kit ran ahead and spun around so she was walking backwards and facing Anna. “On the topic of hanging out with people…”

Quirking up an eyebrow, Anna invited, “Yes?”

“Do you think Anne would be mad if I hung out with other people?”

Furrowing her eyebrows, Anna shrugged. “I don’t know, Anne’s pretty unpredictable. But it’s like Cathy says, she can’t control who you hang out with.”

“So…” Kit waited for confirmation. “Does that mean it’s okay to be friends with other people?”

“Of course Kit, you can be friends with whoever you want,” Anna told the sophomore. The two of them had known each other practically their whole lives, Anna remembering Kit from when she was a toddler. It gave her a lot of teasing material, but usually she left that to Anne. If Kit wanted to branch out and meet new people, Anna would support her without hesitation.

Unbeknownst to Anna, Kit already had an idea of who she wanted to befriend. In her mind, it made perfect sense. Together, the six of them all shared the misfortune of dating Henry, so why shouldn’t they be friends? Or at least acquaintances. She had never told Anne, but Kit found her rivalry with Jane and Catherine stupid. They had so much they could relate to, why let past bad blood govern their relationships?

Anna waved Kit goodbye when they reached her door. “I’ll see you tomorrow Kit,” Anne called, watching to make sure Kitty got inside safely.

“Bye Anna!” she replied, unlocking the door and moving inside. Once the door was closed, Kit let her backpack slide off her back as a smirk grew on her face. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Anne kept turning around in her seat to watch the cafeteria doors, completely ignoring her lunch. Whatever Cathy and Anna were talking about faded into white noise as she peered through waves of students passing through the doors. She couldn’t focus on anything, frantically searching for any sign of her cousin. “You alright Anne?” Anna asked, breaking her conversation with Cathy.

Removing her gaze from the crowds, Anne faced her confused friends. “Have either of you seen Kitty today?”

“I saw her during passing period,” Cathy commented, twirling a pen in her hand.

“Right,” Anne mumbled, shooting another glance at the door. “She’s late for lunch.”

“Maybe a teacher’s holding her up,” Anna offered,

Still, Anne was unconvinced. “You think something’s wrong?”

“No,” Cathy waved her hand. “Kit can take care of herself, Anne.”

“But what if -”

“But what if nothing,” Cathy cut her off. “She’s not eating lunch with us for one day. It’s not a big deal. You’ll see her after school Anne, and everything will be fine.”

Sighing, Anne shook her head, glancing at the empty seat next to her. “Everything will be fine,” she told herself.

As for Kit, she was on a mission. Jane Seymour and Catherine de Aragon tended to stay away from others, not interacting all that much with the student body. They were both reserved, so Kit didn’t expect to be able to confront them easily. It was pure dumb luck she ended up where she did.

While leaving her classroom for lunch, Kit had been swarmed by a bunch of juniors who knocked her over without apologizing. All her books went sprawling across the floor, stepped on by her inconsiderate peers. Scrambling around, Kit tried to pick up her papers before they could be ripped or further damaged.

A hand came into view, holding her history textbook. Looking up, Kit was stunned into silence at the kind face of Jane Seymour. “You dropped this,” she prompted, holding out the book.

Hesitantly taking it, Kit murmured, “Thank you.”

Her eyes sweeping across the floor, Jane offered an apologetic glance at the mess of papers. “Do you need some help with this?”

“Uh,” Kit blanked. “That would be great!” she accepted a little too enthusiastically. Jane only chuckled and bent down to help grab the papers.

It occurred to Kit for a moment that Jane might not know who she is. But when Jane handed her the last of the papers and said, “There you go Katherine,” that thought went flying out the window. Biting her lip, Kit awkwardly shifted on her feet. She could leave right now and go have lunch with her friends or… Jane seemed to catch on to what Kit was waiting for. “Would you like to eat lunch with me?” she asked.

Without a second of hesitation, Kit nodded her head. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“Well okay then,” Jane grinned, leading Kit away from the cafeteria. “Catherine and I - Catherine de Aragon,” she clarified as if Kit didn’t already know, “we sit outside. It’s peaceful and not many people come to bother us.”

“Sounds nice,” Kit replied, her voice still soft. Jane noticed but decided not to comment on it. She wasn’t one to judge people.

When the two of them made it out of the building, Jane was flagged over by Catherine de Aragon who was sitting on a blanket under a tree. It seemed like she had set up for a picnic, even though they were still on school grounds in the middle of a school day. “You brought a guest today?” Catherine raised her eyebrows at Jane, her lips tugging upwards.

“Sure did,” Jane replied, plopping down next to her. “You can sit down wherever you like Katherine.”

Awkwardly shuffling to the opposite side of the blanket, Kit sat down and hugged her backpack to her chest. She didn’t have any lunch, as per usual, so she used her backpack as a barrier between her and the other two girls. Suddenly, she cursed herself for wanting to make new friends. Where had this social anxiety been before she got here?

Catherine and Jane seemed to notice her awkwardness (who wouldn’t?), so they attempted to get rid of it. “So Katherine…” the other Catherine started. “Why’d you want to have lunch with us today?”

Mumbling lightly, Kit felt a small blush of embarrassment rise to her cheeks. “What?” Jane prodded, unable to hear Kit’s answer.

“I wanted to make new friends,” she told them, burying her head in her arms.

The two seniors shared a glance before turning their attention back to Kit. “Of course you can be our friend,” Jane assured her.

“Really?” Kit peeked her head up.

“Sure, why not,” Catherine answered. “You seem nice enough, and there’s no reason for us not to be friends.”

Frowning, Kit picked at her fingernails. “But Anne.”

Visibly, Jane flinched and Catherine’s face morphed into a snarl. “You’re not her,” Jane spoke calmly, putting a hand on Catherine’s arm. “If you want to be our friend, we’re not going to let that come between us.”

For a moment, Kit almost ran away. This is what she wanted, but now that it was being presented to her, she was terrified. She had never had friends that weren’t also Annie’s. She didn’t know how to start her new friendships other than with, “Okay.”

Catherine and Jane shared a glance. “Okay.”

“Well this is going to be awfully confusing for me,” Jane laughed, “Two C/Katherines!”

“Oh!” Kit perked up, “You can call me Kat. Or Kit. Or Kitty. Any of them work.” Then to herself, “Wow, I have a lot of nicknames.”

Chuckling, Catherine stuck out her hand. “Kat’ll do. Well Kat Howard, I’m your new friend Catherine.”

“And I’m your new friend Jane. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

At the end of the day, Kit almost screamed in surprise when Anne practically rugby tackled her to the ground. “Where were you!” Anne demanded, hugging Kit tightly. “I was so worried.”

“I’m fine Annie,” Kit assured her cousin.

“Then where were you?” Anna stood beside Anne, watching the scene unfurl. Anne was huffing, her face red, a cross between relief, fear, and anger. The Boleyn girl cared so much about her cousin, but sometimes she became overbearing.

Hugging Anne back, Kit explained, “With my new friends.”

“You have new friends!” Anne brightened, pulled Kit closer. “That’s amazing! Do I know them?”

Letting out an awkward laugh, Kit prepared for the worst. “Jane Seymour and Catherine de Aragon,” she admitted.

Freezing, Anne slowly pulled away from Kit. “What?” she asked, her face as hard as stone.

“Jane Seymour and Catherine de -”

“I heard what you said!” Anne screeched. “You of all people, Kit!” Turning around and stomping a few feet away, Anne screamed into her hands. She spun back around to face Kit and marched up to her. “Those girls aren’t worthwhile friends. They don’t actually care about your wellbeing -”

“How do you know that!” Kit fired back in frustration. “You’re blinded by this stupid fued that’s been going on for years. They were nice to me and we didn’t even have to talk about Henry or any of that.”

Clenching her fists, Anne tried to stay calm. “I don’t trust them Kit. I don’t feel comfortable letting you hang around them.”

“Good thing it’s not your choice then,” Kit stood up for herself. Anna continued watching to the side, frantically texting Cathy for backup. She wasn’t getting any response.

Yelling through her teeth, Anne pulled at her hair. “Kitty, my dearest cousin,” she spoke in a sweet voice. “You know I love you.”

“Don’t you dare and try and guilt me.”

There was a moment where Anne almost continued, but her conscience kicked in. She knew Kit’s history with guilt tripping, and that was a line she would never cross. Before either of them could make another comment, Cathy came bursting out the school doors, sprinting towards them faster than she had ever run in her life. Anna looked up from her phone which she had been repeatedly texting Cathy on. “Cathy? What’s wrong?” Anna called.

Gasping for air as she slid to a stop in front of them, Cathy’s face was ghostly white. “Christina Denmark is missing. The police think she’s been murdered.”

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suckerfordylansstuff · 5 years

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New Journey (S.H.) Chapter 2 Season 2

Pairing: Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: Y/N Henderson joins her brother's little adventure and makes a new friend on the way.

Warnings: swearing

Notes: back with a new chapter. Thank you for all the love and motivation to continue this story. If you want to be tagged just comment. Enjoy!

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Also gif not mine

Chapter 1 << New Journey Masterlist >> Chapter 3

" No, Dustin. You will not take Dart with you to school." you told him sternly.

It was the next day and when you went to check up on Dustin and Dart you caught him in the act. Right when he was ready to put him back in his ghost trap to take him with him.

" Y/N, come ooon.. The party might be able to help me figure out what he is." he said looking at you with his puppy eyes.

" No, not gonna work, buddy. It is way too dangerous to get him out of here." you said and pointed to the tank. He sighed in frustration and put Dart back to Yertle's tank, mumbling something under his breath.

" Alright, now that that is covered I'm gonna go to the library before class to pick up some books to learn things about slugs, lizards or whatever that thing is." you said and looked at Dart, but something caught your eye. "Hey.. Did Dart get bigger?"

" Um.. A little I think.." Dustin answered you like it was tottaky normal to grow that fast.

" Ok... Well, I'm leaving. Bye, Dustin! And don't do anything stupid." you warned him and he stuck his tongue out to you.

You went to get your backpack and kissed your mother goodbye "Bye, sweetheart." she called out to you and you went outside. But of course the moment you got out of the house, Dustin ignored your warning and put Dart right back to his trap, without you knowing.

You stared your car and went straight to the library and picked up some books that would help you figure out what Dart is. You went to the library lady at the front and put the books down for her to check.

" Hello, miss Henderson. Doing a project at school?" she said marking at her notebook the books you were getting.

" Yeah.. Kind of." you answered her with a smile. She gave you a look, but didn't ask anything else. She handed you the books and wished you good luck. You waved at her and went to your car to go to school.

___

It was now your free period and you decided to take 2 of the books and see what you could learn about Dart. As you were sitting at the back of the school suddenly you heard two familiar voices talking.

" What are you doing here?" said a male voice. A very known to you one.

" What do you think? Where were you this morning? I missed first period." answered him a more feminine voice. 'Was it..'

" I just figured Jonathan would take you." told her the other person and by now you knew who it was. Steve and Nancy were finally talking about what had happened yesterday and it seems like she doesn't remember anything.

While Steve was explaining to her what had happened yesterday, it was clear that he was getting quite irritated from the whole situation and you couldn't blame him.

'This is wrong' you thought. You knew you shouldn't be listening to them, but you were afraid to move. They could hear or see you and that would have been ten times more terrible.

"... Oh yeah, also, you don't love me" he finished. This part broke your heart.

" I was drunk, Steve. I don't remember any of that."

'Yeah, Nance, but it doesn't explain your actions' you thought.

" So that makes everything that you said.. It's what? Just bullshit, too?" Steve told her, like he was somehow reading your own thoughts.

" Yes!"

" Well, then tell me." he pleaded.

" Tell you what?"

" You love me. " Steve told her desperately and by her silence you knew it wasn't gonna end well.

" Really?" she finally spoke up, but was interrupted by a loud noise.

" Harrington! Dude, we need you, man. That douchbag's killing us. Let's go!" said a voice, probably another basketball player.

" Alright!" Steve told him, but you didn't hear any footsteps.

" Come on!" the other guy spoke again, but it still stayed silent.

Finally, you hear walking and Steve saying "I think that you're bullshit." and left.

'Ouch..' were your only thoughts until you heard sniffing.

Nancy was crying. You wanted to badly to go and calm her down, but it would make things worse if she found out that you had been listening this whole time. So you let her be and she eventually left.

But after all of this you couldn't go back to reading about frogs and lizards. Your mind was too set on Steve.. And Nancy. Their whole situation. So you packed your stuff and headed for your next class.

___

" Hey, little guy." you said after entering your brother's room.

"Hi.." he replied softly. Everything looked normal- well.. As normal as it could be. Dustin was on his bed reading a comic and Dart was on the tank.

" I'm sorry for being harsh in the morning." you started sitting next to Dustin " It's just.. If someone saw Dart they might have freaked out or hurt him or God knows what and, even if he's gross, he clearly means something to you. So it would be a shame for something bad happen to him because some idiot is scared."

" You were scared." Dustin answered trying to come out as cool.

" Yeah, true. But can you blame me? He's something we've never seen before and he shows up all slimy at our garbage can?." you said with a giggle and Dustin joined you. "But, tell you the truth, I really think he's kinda cool now." you finished looking at Dart.

" Wish she did, too." Dustin said quietly, so you didn't hear.

" What?"

" No.. Nothing. You're.. You were right. We don't really know what he is and until we do, it's better we just keep him inside. Hey, did you find anything at the library?" he asked you with hope in his eyes.

" I already had my theories about him, but I'm not too sure anymore.. At first I thought that he was a pol-"

" A pollywog, right?" Dustin interrupted me.

" Exactly! But I read that they usually are aquatic. You think that Dart is?" I asked him pointing at Dart.

" No.. I gave him water yesterday, but he hasn't drank any of it." Dustin explained.

" So, he isn't.. However, there actually are terrestrial pollywogs, two types to be exact. The Indirana semipalmata and the Adenomera andreae. One is from India and one's from South America."

" And how the hell did he end up here?"

" Wait. I didn't finish. Dart doesn't stand heat. And reptiles are cold-blooded. They love heat."

" Does this mean..." Dustin looked at you with happy, big eyes.

" You were right.. We might have found a new species." you said, a smile forming on your lips.

" Holy shit." he said with his cute little smile and then turned to look at Dart " You heard that, buddy? You're something new! Everyone's gonna love you!" he said and went to pick him up.

You just watched and smiled. All of this was very exciting and you couldn't wait to tell someone your new discovery.

___

As you were walking down the halls the next day you went to look for Jonathan, but you couldn’t find him anywhere. You hadn't talked to him in 2 days and you were kind of getting worried.

' Maybe I'll go check up on his house after school..' you thought to yourself right before something big crushed into you.

You gasped and took a few steps backwards, but fortunately did not lose your balance. " Hey, watch out a little." you told the person harshly.

" Sorry, doll. Guess I'll have to be extra careful when I come at you again." said the voice of the most insufferable man in the whole school. Billy Hargrove. You shot your head up and saw his smirk and that stupid cigarette between his lips.

" Yeah, maybe you should. " you responded and tried to leave, but he couldn't make it that easy for you.

" Woah, Henderson." he said catching your hand "Why the rush? Take things slow, that way you can enjoy the moment." he told you tracing his fingers on the side of your face, but you slapped his hand away.

" Get you dirty fingers off my face." you said clenching your teeth and a couple of 'oh's ' were heard from his supposedly friends.

" Ohh, getting feisty. I like it." he commented and leaned in closer to you, but before you could make him regret ever talking to you, another voice was heard.

" C'mon, Hargrove, quit it." Steve said out of nowhere and shoved Billy away from you. You weren't used to Steve defending you, actually you weren't used to anyone defending you, you pretty much handled things yourself, but when he came and stood next to you, you felt safe.

" What, Harrington? Little miss perfect left you and now you come searching for a new chick?" Billy smirked. I both blushed and got mad when he said it.' What is wrong with me?'

" You're an asshole, you know that?" Steve said with anger filling his voice, but before he could do anything stupid, you stopped him.

" Steve.. Thank you, but let me deal with this on my own." you said towards Steve, gently pushing him away. He looked at you like you were some lunatic, but realized something was up when you winked at him.

" Yeah, Steve. Let the lady speak for herself." Billy mocked him and looked down at you. You smiled sweetly and grabbed his shoulders. You pulled him just a little bit down, while your knee was making its way up to his crotch, but nearly missing.

Billy let out a sharp breath and gave you a wide eye look. You leaned up and whispered to his ear " Next time you will 'come at me', I won't miss." referencing to his earlier comment and walked away, without looking back and missing his shocked expression.

When you turned the corner a voice was heard once again, but this time a more friendlier one.

" Hey, Y/N." Steve said running to catch you.

' Deja vu' you thought.

"Hi.." you simply answered.

" I have to admit, that was.. That was pretty badass of you." he said smiling softly.

" Yeah, I guess. But he deserved it. He can't just go around thinking he owns everyone and everything. Someone has to teach him some limits and I got no problem doing that." you said and Steve chuckled. You missed that sound. You had actually heard him laugh before that, but this time it was genuine. 'He is getting better..'

" Anyway, have to get to class. See you around, crazy." he said and waved goodbye.

You giggled at the nickname and waved back as went on to your own lesson.

___

Once you stepped in the house the first thing you saw was your pretty upset mother. She was looking around with Mews's food in hand.

" Hey, mom. What's wrong?" you said touching her shoulder. She turned around and looked at you with sadness in her eyes.

" Hi, dear. Did you, by any chance, see Mews outside? I can't find him anywhere."

" Um.. No, but you know him. I'm sure he's not too far away. He's probably out there exploring. Not the first time, he'll come back." you tried to calm her down and kissed her cheek. She gave you a sweet smile and went outside to search a bit more.

You shook your head smiling and went to your room. As you opened the door you were surprised to see your brother with tears in his eyes, trembling. You threw your bag and rushed to hug him. He accepted the hug and after a couple of seconds you spoke up.

" What happened, little guy?" you asked stroking his hair. And what he would tell you next was not what you had expected.

~~~

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miraimisu · 4 years

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33 with lonashipping? <3

[part 1] | [part 2] | [part 3] | [part 4] | [part 5]

—

Hau is sure something is going on with Gladion and Moon.

He can't quite say what it is, but there's an itch under his nose. He knows it's probably nothing, but they're together more often than ever, and while these two weeks of vacation had been spent mostly in togetherness, Hau has spent most of these two days with Lillie alone while Gladion and Moon 'trained' for 'something very important'.

Gladion is known for being lackluster with words, but Moon is just suspiciously dismissive. Something is off.

"What the hell do I know? Those two have always been close. Is this why you called me? I'm painting my nails right now."

Plumeria sounds irritated on the phone, but Hau doesn't let that deter him. Lillie fiddles with her sundress, seated right beside him on her bed. "You spend lots of time with Moon at the Battle Tree, right? I bet she's told you somethin'."

"I don't know a darn thing, kid. I bet she's got better things to do than fuss over some boy." Plumeria snickers. "Do you really think something's going on with those two?"

Hau trades looks with Lillie, who sighs. "They have been awfully busy with each other, and I'm certain Moon had a hickey on her neck yesterday."

"Yeeeeah, after the disco night. That was a weird night."

"Why? What happened?"

Hau wags his eyebrows, teasing. "Aw, so you are interested!"

"If Moon's gonna start losing battles because she's smitten, I might as well know why." Something slams shut at the other end of the line. "Fine. Tell me the details."

Hau puts her on loudspeaker. "Can you hear me?"

"Clear as day."

Lillie bites her lip. "So… they usually spend lots of time together, but it's unusual for them to go out on their own without us. I don't think they're avoiding spending time with us, right?"

Hau rubs her shoulder reassuringly. "Told ya' it wasn't that."

"Make it quick, you two. No lovey-dovey stuff allowed."

Hau gulps, laughing nervously. "Right. So we think they might have a thing going on. Lillie's right about the hickey– she had a pretty bad bruise, and when I asked, she just said she made out with some guy at the disco, but that's bullshit. She's not into that kind of stuff."

"So you think it's Gladion who's givin' her the hickeys?"

"Kinda weird to think about– no, kinda gross to think about, those two makin' out, but it's what makes the most sense."Hau grins. "Something's going on with them, and we gotta figure out what it is. They're not gonna tell us, so we should find out on our own."

Lillie fiddles with her thumbs. "But… why are we so sure they have feelings for each other, to begin with? I always thought they were just, um, very good friends."

"I mean, I'm surprised you didn't know, but the kid's always liked Moon. Like, even before she became the Champion."

Lillie gasps scandalously as Hau erupts into laughter. "I knew it!"

The blonde pulls the phone from Hau, shaking. "Really? How do you know such a thing!?"

"It was kinda obvious when you saw them together, and it's not like Gladion's that hard to read, considering he's a rock. The moment he gets soft and feelsy, it's very obvious." Plumeria laughs, half knowing, half happy. "It's weird that you didn't notice, Lillie. It's not like Moon makes herself hard to read either."

"I– I always had a hunch, but she always said he was just a friend, nothing else," Lillie says. "And Gladion… I can't say I didn't notice, but I also thought he was simply fond of her."

"Guess hickeys are his way of giving hugs now." Hau can hear the smirk in her voice. "All that aside, I doubt they'd be that dumb to get touchy with each other in a vacation. Or go on dates, having you two around. They're not that inconsiderate."

"What's up with them, then?" Hau asks, taking the phone back from Lillie. "I don't wanna be nosy, but they're hiding something from us. It's getting annoying."

Lillie hums in thought. "They might be genuinely busy with battles, even if we went on vacation so Moon would take her mind off that. Clair and Lance didn't help last week, and Gladion likes battling her a bit too much."

"You can always ask them right away, y'know– that way you wouldn't have to call me while I do my nails."

Hau ignores her in favor of an idea. "We can always, um, follow them around a bit? And keep an eye on' em. If they see us, we can say we're walkin' around."

At the other end of the line, Plumeria sighs. "That's an awful idea, kid."

But Lillie disagrees, "It might not be. I'm also curious, and come to think of it, we have done very little sight-seeing this week. We can make up for that."

Hau and Lillie exchange pleased sly grins, giggling to themselves. Plumeria groans. "Now that you two are scheming, can I hang up? My battery's running low."

"Sure, but…" Lillie fishes the phone from Hau's hand. "One last thing… can I see your nails, please? I want to buy some nail polish and I need ideas."

"Sure."

—

Hau and Lillie decide to bide their time and wait patiently.

He's tasked with looking out for Gladion, whereas Lillie does the same for Moon. They're not exactly meddling, but they're trying to wiggle their way into the situation as subtly as possible.

As much as they're trying, it doesn't seem like they're doing much. They talk and act as they always have– sans the few moments Hau notices Glaidon's touch lingers more on Moon than usual, that he looks at her very often and always does so with a little smile.

Plumeria already confirmed he's probably head over heels for her, but Hau is only noticing it now, so he does what he does best: tease him about it.

As they walk to their bedrooms after a day out at the beach, having left the girls at the bar, Hau grins. "So… what's up with you and Moon?"

Gladion jolts. Barely. But he does. "What do you mean?"

"You two are looking very cute lately. Like, really cute." He doesn't miss how Gladion's key nearly falls off his shaky fist, and his cheeks grow rosy. "Woah. I knew you had a thing for her, but not that badly."

The blond grunts and spins towards Hau, frowning as menacingly as Hau knows he can muster. "Absolutely nothing is going on between us. Nothing. I'm just helping her build a new team before she goes back to the League."

Hau arches an eyebrow. Moon has never asked anyone for help with training her Pokémon. Sounds like bullshit. "Uh-huh. Why, though?"

"Um, she's been out of it for more than a week and she's feeling a little antsy about it. She doesn't want to get rusty."

"Dude, Moon's been out of the League for weeks before. Remember Unova? She's never wanted any help with-"

Gladion squares his jaw and jams his key into the lock, opening it with force. "That– That's none of my business. Ask her if you're so curious, damn it!"

And the door swings shut again.

So that was something.

—

The following day, Moon explains that she'd be out with Glaidon training in a new Kanto-style gym that's opened in Heahea City. Hau and Lillie take that as their cue to follow them, so clad in pamelas and sunglasses they went, trailing after the pair.

They don't immediately head to the gym, and that rings alarms in Hau's head. As they spy on the two from a corner to the street, he gasps. "He wants to hold her hand. He's moving it a lot."

Lillie sighs. "The port is crowded. I'm losing sight of them. Where are they going, really?"

Hau grins. "Only one way to find out!"

With wide grins, they tiptoe across the street and further into the crowd. Hau can still see Gladion's baseball cap and Moon's oversized pamela, walking into an ice cream parlor that Hau loves with all his heart.

A few minutes later, they happily walk out of the parlor. Moon is laughing at something Gladion just said, and he looks as bothered as ever. Nothing is out of the ordinary here, making Hau question why they'd go out on their own if they're not on a date or battling.

They sit down on a bench near the sandline. Gladion looks upset. Genuinely so.

"Do you think they had an argument and are trying to make up?"

Hau turns to Lillie. "Did they look angry at each other this morning? Because they didn't to me."

The duo watch Moon and Gladion for a few minutes. Nothing happens, and after a while, Hau gets bored and distracted. They should have tagged along– it would surely be more fun than watching them have fun.

Lillie gasps. She points forward and leans closer to Hau. "Look, they're very close! Are they going to kiss?"

"No way," Hau squints as Moon scoots closer, and he can see a smirk, he thinks, but-

Someone crashes with Hau and makes him fall to the ground face first. The man runs past him and Lillie, shouting an apology. Lillie hurries to help Hau off the ground with a concerned frown. "Goodness, are you okay?"

Hau groans, rubbing his arm. "Just a scratch. People are always in a hurry here."

Lillie offers him a hand and helps him get up. Her touch lingers a second more than necessary, rubbing his knuckles with her thumb before letting go.

He rolls his shoulder and turns back to the bench, only to find it's absolutely empty.

He gets up from his hiding spot, gaping in indignation. "Dude, they're gone! Where did those two run off to?"

Lillie gasps and rushes past Hau to the bench, looking all around the port. They're nowhere to be seen– not at the juice bar, the shops at the other side of the road or anywhere nearby. She sighs, playing with the hems of her shirt. "Do you think they saw us and ran off somewhere?"

Hau shakes his head. "I doubt they saw us, but where did they even go? I can't see them anywhere."

The blonde turns to Hau, shaking her head. "Let's forget about this. I think we lost them, and it's been enough stalking for today."

Hau is still irritated, though. Where had those two ran off to? They looked like they were about to kiss. Had that been just his imagination?

He turns to Lillie, who is just as confused as he is, and grabs her wrist, leading her across the road. "C'mon, let's get ice cream. My treat."

—

The next day, the four of them have breakfast. They plan their day, which they'll spend together for once. Moon offers heading to Lush Jungle to watch the Pikipek and maybe play with the Comfey, an idea that Lillie finds cute– so much so they start gushing about it.

Only Hau notices how fondly Gladion is watching Moon, sitting very close to her. He clears his throat.

"Oh, forgot to tell you two!" Hau grins, one corner higher than the other. "We saw you the other day."

Moon chokes with her lemonade and Gladion tenses up. Lillie's eyes widen, just as troubled, and the Kahuna is sure he's hit a juicy spot. Gladion grabs Moon's lemonade and takes a generous chug while Moon laughs. "Oh, you did?"

"We were takin' a walk around the port zone and we saw you there. Did you like that gym you went to? You gotta take us there sometime!"

Hau expects Moon to panic, because she sucks at lying and he doesn't expect them to have gone to the gym. Moon and Gladion trade looks, and she smiles sweetly. "It was lots of fun. A few trainers there nearly beat me, and Gladion-"

He slaps a hand on her mouth with a shaky smirk. "No need to tell them about how I did to brag about your victories, Champion."

Moon removes his hand and they start bickering like they always do, and the only thing Hau finds suspicious in the situation is that everything is as normal as can be. They're arguing about the smallest of things at the loudest of voices, and he's sure a battle will ensue within the next 5 minutes.

Lillie scoots closer, whispering, "I suppose it was nothing, then? Could we have assumed wrong?"

Hau hums. He hasn't seen much suspicious activity he can prove, and the image of them almost kissing at that bench could have been a mirage. Maybe they're just on very friendly and affectionate terms now, and that hickey on Moon's neck that day might have come from some other dude.

He doesn't want to think Moon is hooking up with other dudes when Gladion is head over heels for her, though– but it's her life.

Hau takes a sip of his Tapu Cocoa. "We might have, yeah."

—

The following day is the day they go back to their usual busy lives. Moon is due at the League, Hau has Kahuna duties to look after, Gladion as a company to run and Lillie has a thousand things to do at the Aether Conservation area.

They must catch their ferry back to Melemele at ten o'clock, they've agreed to meet at the lobby in five minutes and Gladion and Moon are nowhere to be seen.

Lillie looks at her watch with a grimace. "They're usually the first ones to be here. What could be holding them up?"

Hau sighs. "Moon texted me saying her shower wasn't working properly so she's using Glaidon's while he packs his stuff."

The blonde smiles nervously. "They're taking a little too long, though. Silvally must be chewing on Glaidon's clothes again."

Hau groans. "Man, I woke up early to be here on time and I bet they're gonna be late. Let's go check on them. I got Gladion's key with me."

They leave their suitcases at the lobby and head to Gladion's bedroom. They speculate on the ways they'll have to peel Silvally off Gladion's suitcase, how Moon might have her own clothes destroyed by the beast and how irritated Gladion will be about going shopping with Moon in compensation for the damage.

Hau slides the key and the door clicks open.

And their hearts leap out their throats as Moon and Gladion gasp, stopping their activities to look at the intruders with blatant shame.

Moon is lying under Gladion, hair wet and shirt ridden up her stomach. Gladion's hands are in her hair and waist, and Moon is bunching the front of Gladion's half-undone button up dress shirt.

Lillie gasps.

Moon laughs nervously as Gladion groans in defeat and buries his face in Moon's neck. "Um, I can explain. We were, um…"

Words fail her. Gladion mumbles a curse against Moon's shoulder and Hau's mind finally catches up with what's going on.

"Dude, what in the world did we miss here?"

#ask #lonashipping #gladmoon #pokemon #by far the one I like the least because it's not lona-centric #also sorry it took me so long goomz #been having a hard time writing bgfjkdñsla #hope you like it #finally things come clear and the 'series' is over LMAO

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solynaceawrites · 4 years

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Promise Me Forever [7]

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Lirael Thorne (OC) Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe, First Time, Friends to Lovers Chapters: 7/14 co-written by @lickitysplitfic Summary: An old, long-forgotten promise between gods comes back to haunt Dante when it deposits an unfamiliar woman on his door. Claiming to be the descendant of Ler, she says that they’re meant to fulfill the oath made by Sparda centuries ago, and all he can do is watch as she turns his life upside down. Yet when her parents come knocking, demanding the oath be fulfilled, he’s forced to choose: return to the bachelor ways he loved so much, or give in to the emotions brewing between him.

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Dante considers his options carefully, listening to the sounds of Lorenna in the kitchen. "This marriage . . . does it have to be done soon?" Augustus frowns, and he adds quickly, "I only ask because, well . . .?"

He doesn't even know where that thought was going, but Augustus must take it some kind of way, because understanding dawns on his face. "Oh, of course! It would make sense, given your, ah, heritage, that you would be rather possessive of her, particularly once you are newly wedded. Rest assured, we’ll have you two married in no time."

Dante blinks at him. "I don't get it."

Augustus chuckles. "Oh don't worry. Her mother will sort out the details. And my daughter knows well enough what to do. All you need is to lay back and let it all happen." Then he frowns a bit. "Your father didn't give you much detail, did he?"

"No, I guess he didn't."

They lapse into silence. Dante does his best not to fidget, but this visit is taking far longer than he'd like and he's worried about what Lir might be enduring. Augustus pulls a pipe and a pack of matches from his jacket; the sight, and scent of the smoke when he lights it, reminds Dante of his father. "She seems much happier here," Augustus says. "As unexpected as this was, I'm glad for that."

"Was she miserable before?"

"No, not as such. Overlooked might be the better word. Lorenna worried more for our eldest daughters, leaving Lirael to her own devices, for the most part, at least until Ilya was born."

"Listen, I gotta be straight with you." Dante rubs his hands on his jeans, wondering if he is making the right choice. There is a low sound of voices from the kitchen, and he wishes he could talk to Lir first, but Augustus seems decent enough. "I didn't know anything about this until Lir came," he says. "Sparda disappeared when I was a kid. I didn't know he had made this deal."

"I see," Augustus murmurs. "Then it is good that you have been so accepting."

"See, that's the thing, I, uh . . ." Dante rubs the back of his head, trying to find the right words. "Lir is a great girl, and I like her a lot. I really do. She's sweet and funny and kind and she makes a killer lasagna. But, uh . . . I don't think this whole marriage thing is . . ." Augustus frowns, slowly lowering his pipe. "It's not that I don't want to!" he hurries on. "I mean, don't want to do it with Lir. I do. I would? It's not Lir, it's, uh, it's anybody. I don't know if I'd marry anybody."

He cringes a bit as Augustus stares at him. "I see," the old man finally murmurs.

"It's just, I'm a devil hunter, right? Not good at anything else, really. And I got baddies riding up to my door all the time, I'm always going here or there to slay something or fight something. And having someone like Lir at home, waiting for me, or even in danger?" Dante shakes his head. "Never felt it was right."

There is a long, tense moment during which Augustus merely looks at him, his face unreadable. "The marriage itself," he says, quietly, "is merely a formality. An act of good faith, if you will. The promise is fulfilled without it, if that is your wish."

"What would happen to her?" Dante asks, jerking his chin towards the kitchen. "She was terrified when she got here of what would happen if I sent her back."

"You said that you would if it was her, did you not? Rest assured, so long as the promise is fulfilled, Lir would live comfortably at the compound as your . . . Well, concubine is too archaic a word, perhaps." He sighs, rubbing at his chin. "She would be kept in special rooms, where you could visit her whenever you pleased, for company or for relations."

"No, no, woah, hold on," Dante says, holding up his hands. "No, you got it all backwards. I want Lir to stay, she can stay as long as she wants! It's the marriage thing, you can't just force two people to get married because two guys made a promise two thousand years ago. Did anybody ask what she wants?"

Augustus bristles. "We trust in Ler's judgment."

"You do. I don't. And what is this promise anyway?" he growls, starting to get angry. "Everyone is talking about shit I don't know about and I'm starting to get pissed. What the hell is the point?"

He frowns as the old man looks around, then leans in a bit. "Well, it's to bond her magic to you. A way to keep the wards in place. You've heard of the magic Ler used to seal the demon realm?" Dante nods, and Augustus continues, "He promised to keep the oceans safe if Sparda would give his son for his daughter. Now there is a son and a daughter so it needs to happen. I can feel the magic already growing thin the longer it waits."

Dante swallows thickly. He doesn't even want to think about what would happen if another seal opened. It had taken him and Lady months to get rid of the ones that escaped out of the Temen-ni-gru, and Nero was still dealing with Fortuna. "What do I have to do?" he asks.

"It is simple," Augustus shrugs. "You make the seal with your bodies. You know, intercourse.”

Dante stares at the older man, simply nodding his head. Then he turns his head and shouts, "Lir!"

Augustus jumps, but Dante ignores him and stands. "Lir! Get out here, will ya?"

She appears at the door with a frown, her mother following. "Everything okay?" she asks as she makes her way over.

"Would you excuse us?" he mutters through gritted teeth. Dante grabs her by the arm and pulls her towards the steps, hurrying her upstairs until they are in his room, when he shuts the door and locks it for good measure.

He turns to see her staring at him, her eyes wide. "What in the world is going on?" Lir demands.

"You have to get them out of here," Dante whispers loudly.

Lir rolls her eyes. "I know they are a lot, but they are mostly harmless. Honestly, they will love you, it's me they—"

"They want us to fuck!" he hisses, stepping up close to her. Lir swallows visibly and Dante nods. "Yeah. I know all about it. Why didn't you tell me about it? You lied to me!"

She holds up her hands pleadingly. "You seemed against the marriage, so I thought bringing up the . . . lovemaking would go over worse. And, after Morrison's visit, I didn't . . . I mean, for all I know, it's bullshit! Maybe we just have to shake hands, or rub elbows, or . . . I don't know. But I didn't want to bring it up when I don't believe in it like I should."

Dante tenses, raising his shoulders and pointing a finger at her, trying to think of something to say. But Lir simply stares at him, so he turns furiously and begins to pace. "We need to get out of this," he says.

"You know, I'm starting to think I should be offended," Lir huffs.

Stopping in his tracks, Dante looks at her sharply. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean, you're so violently against sleeping with me," she says, not meeting his gaze. "Would it really be so bad? If it was to save the world?"

"No," he says, shortly, "but if I'm gonna have sex with you, it's gonna be on my own terms, not because of some promise no one remembers."

Lir bows her head, wrapping her arms around herself. "So what do you propose? We don't . . . have to get married. I'm already over that. But this other part . . I don't think we can get out of it."

Dante growls, cursing under his breath as he walks over to the dresser. Planting his hands on the wood, he takes a few deep breaths to keep his temper. "We need to figure out if this is real or not." Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her nod. "Why the hell would Ler make the seal based on two people . . ."

His voice trails away, not wanting to say it again. To his surprise, Lir laughs. "Maybe he really did hate Sparda," she jokes.

Dante turns sharply, his eyes narrowed as he looks at her. He feels his shoulders sag and rubs his forehead as he asks, "So, what, uh . . . goes into this anyway?"

"Into the wedding?" she asks. When he nods, she sighs and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, tugging at the blanket with her fingers. "A normal one, I suppose, with the council and my parents. Yours would be there, too, under normal circumstances, but you can invite whoever you wish to stand in for your family. We have a little ceremony and a party afterwards, and then we consummate the . . . the seal."

"In front of everyone?" he cries.

"No! Oh!" Lir bursts into laughter, and he frowns again. "No, no, we would just go somewhere." She gestures her hand in a circle as if that explains anything.

A loud knock on the door interrupts them. "Hello! Are you in there?" Lorena's voice is sing-song on the other side, and the doorknob jiggles. "Everything alright? Can't be doing anything in there without the wedding first you know!"

"Mother, please," Lir calls. She stands and opens the door, revealing both of her parents standing on the other side. "We are allowed privacy in our own home, aren't we?"

"Oh, of course." But that doesn't stop her from stepping inside, looking around herself with a wrinkled nose. "This won't do at all, I'm afraid. Have you forgotten everything you were taught about keeping house, dear?"

"This is Dante's room, not mine," Lir counters. "I'm not telling him what to do with his space."

Lorena does not answer for a moment, simply turning in a circle to take it in. "Well. It will need to be fixed for the wedding night at least."

Dante grits his teeth. "The wedding—"

"We were just discussing that," Lir interrupts Dante, and she gives him a pleading look as he scowls at her. "Before we set a date, is there a way we can see the texts? To be sure everything we do is accurate," she hurries when Lorena frowns.

"We don't normally share them with outsiders," her mother says in a scolding tone.

"You want me to screw your daughter but not answer my questions?" Dante growls.

It is utterly the wrong thing to say. All of the color drains from Lir's face while her mother's takes on a rather unflattering purple hue, and her father's lips press into a thin line. "I have never—" Lorenna begins, her voice quivering.

Quickly, Lir interjects. "It was lovely to see you both. Allow me to show you out."

"What!" Lorenna looks ready to blow, her face puffed and her hands clenched as she yells at her daughter. "I did not raise you to be so rude! I am your mother, and we are the protectors of the word of Ler! You will not send me out when I have business here!"

Augustus lays a hand on her arm. "Please calm down. It was a shock to Sparda, he didn't know—"

"Well that isn't our problem, is it?" she shouts. Then Lorenna points a finger at Dante, who scowls back. "Just because your father didn't think it important enough to mention, mark my word, that seal is real and it is breaking! Demons could break through any day now, and then what will you do, Mister Big Devil Hunter? Do you think I'm happy to give my daughter to a demon? But it's what I must do to stop that from happening! Now you will get married, fulfill this oath, and I'm not hearing another word about it!"

Dante looks at her, this ugly little woman screaming not only at him, but at Lir, and decides that, quite frankly, he's had enough of her and this entire ordeal. "Get out," he says, his voice cold. "Whether you do it through the door or the window, I don't give a shit, but get the hell out."

"Why you—"

"Mother, please!" Lir pleads. She steps between them, her hands on Lorenna's arms. "Please. I'll call you tonight, okay? Let me talk to him."

Lorenna fumes, but Dante can only look at them incredulously. Lir is going to talk to him? What about them? But Augustus is the one who intervenes, pulling his wife from the room as Lir follows, their footsteps on the steps heavy as she begins another tirade about rudeness until the front door opens and shuts and leaves the Devil May Cry in blessed silence.

He waits for Lir to come back upstairs, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side. What the fuck is he supposed to do? It was one thing when this . . . this sham of a marriage was far off and distant and nearly forgotten; now that it's slammed itself into his face, he wonders if he should send her back to wherever the hell she came from and get on with his life. The whole bit about a seal breaking is probably bullshit, anyway, and maybe everything she's ever told him is, too. And he lapped it up because she was pretty and nice and took care of him.

Truly furious now, Dante stalks down to the office, more than ready to tell her to get her shit and get out, just like he had her parents. But the sight that greets him has him pausing, even if it only makes him angrier. Lir is sitting on the couch, her head buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she tries to muffle the sounds of her crying.

He frowns, takes a step towards her, and stops. Lir hadn't cried since her first day, and it's even more unnerving now that he knows her better. He puts his hands on his hips, cursing under his breath and wondering if he should call someone. Maybe Lady or Morrison will come comfort her? Nero?

"Damn it," he mutters. No, that's stupid. And something tells him that it would only make things worse to call someone else.

He approaches cautiously, but Lir makes no indication she knows he is there. "Hey," he says lamely, his voice quiet. Dante pauses a foot away, and Lir takes a few gulping breaths. Then he sits next to her, not sure what to do before finally giving her a pat on the back. "Uh, sorry about all that."

She shakes her head, curling away from his touch, and that hurts. "No, it's . . . This is my fault. I thought they wouldn't come here, not as long as I was . . . If they thought everything was going well, and . . ."

"It's not your fault," Dante sighs.

"It is! I should have been more honest. I should have known you didn't understand." That stings him too, but Lir groans as she holds her face. "The worst part? They knew this would happen. There was so much debate about whether or not I should go. If my older sisters had been able to, no one would have questioned it. And they wondered if they should wait, but the wards were getting thin and it's like, I'm the last hope, you know? But I'm just hopeless."

"Then we'll do it." Her head snaps up, her lips parted with surprise, and he shrugs and tries to appear nonchalant. "We'll do the . . . the sex thing. It's only the once, right? Then we can go back to how things have been, and you won't have to worry about them coming after you."

"What? No!" she cries.

"Why not?" he asks incredulously. "Isn't this why you came here in the first place?"

"I can't let you do this." Lir stands, wiping the tears from her eyes before she begins to pace. "There must be another way. Another spell, maybe, or some magic I can find . . . Maybe I can figure out how to alter the agreement, make it so it's only on me and has nothing to do with Sparda, or figure out where the gates are thinning and go there and—"

Dante laughs, shaking his head, and she stops to look at him with a frown. "Are you crazy?" he asks.

"What?"

"You're talking about using magic that doesn't exist anymore. And what, going to the ocean? You some kind of submarine?"

Lir pops her hand on her hip with a huff. "It might work," she argues, but her voice is unconvinced.

Dante smirks. "Should I be offended? I mean would sleeping with me really be so bad?"

Her cheeks flush, and that relaxes him. This feels more normal, whatever that means, and, while he's still not pleased at how the day has gone, she's not running. Not like everyone else has. "It's not that," she explains, "but I . . . I don't want you to do this because you have to. Because you feel forced into it. And it's not fair to put this on you, especially when you knew nothing about it."

Dante sighs. "There's a lot about being a Sparda that isn't fair. Just add it to the pile. Besides," he adds with a small smile. "it'll be worth it to see the look on your mother's face."

Lir laughs quietly, wiping away the last of her tears, and Dante feels something heavy in his chest. She looks almost frail, almost delicate like this, and there is a surge to protect that goes beyond what he does for the city. Before, killing devils was just because he did, no reason beyond to make a buck and because he was good at it. Deep down there might have been some sense of justice and the benefit of humanity and all that, but after losing Vergil it became more of a reaction. Dante killed demons because he did, and never bothered to think any further than that. Nero had brought some of the fun and the thrill back. Being around the kid had breathed some life into him and into the Devil May Cry, but Nero could take care of himself.

But Lir is different. He doesn't understand why or how, but he wants to protect her. He wants to make sure the oath is filled and the power keeping the demons in their dimension stays firm. He wants the world to be safe because she is in it.

"Hell," he says out loud, mostly thinking to himself, "if we're gonna do this, might as well just get married and have it full stop."

"What?"

He blinks, coming back to himself, but the words, once spoken, don't sound quite as awful as they did the first time he heard them. "I like havin' you around," he muses, "and it's not like anythin' has to change. Nowadays, marriage is more a legal thing, y'know? Go to the courthouse, have someone sign a piece of paper, and it's done."

"Is this because of my parents?" she asks, quietly.

Dante considers that carefully. "Nah. It's about you. Havin' you here, keepin' ya safe. And, if it's you, I don't think it'll be so bad."

She stares at him, frozen, the color drained from her face. The moment stretches on long enough that Dante starts to wonder if he said the wrong thing, and when a few tears roll down her cheek, he knows he screwed up. "Aw hell, don't—"

Lir rushes over to him, halting just shy of tackling him on the couch. She looks down as he gazes up, wondering what to do, when tentatively she reaches for him and wraps her arms around his shoulders. It isn't the first hug she's given him by any means, but it feels different; she presses her face to his shoulder and leans her weight against him, and Dante half holds her as she sags into his arms.

"Thank you," she whispers. "You won't regret—I'll do whatever it takes to make this work, I promise."

He smooths his palm along her back comfortingly. "It's okay," he says. "Should be fine. Like we're business partners."

She chuckles and looks up, their faces nearly touching. Her eyes are still watery, but shining, and Dante can't look away from her damp lashes. He feels her fingers stroke the base of his hairline, sending shivers through him, gulping as his eyes drift down to her lips.

"Lir," he murmurs.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" She pulls away with an apologetic smile, leaving a ghost of her touch on his skin. "Are you still sore from your fall this morning? I think I have something for that somewhere. I didn't mean to be so careless."

But Dante holds onto her hips, keeping her pressed against him. "You're really okay with this?" he asks. "You want to marry me after just a few weeks, just in case some old demons made a bet? You could have anyone. You could fall in love someday."

Her expression shifts into something so sad that it tugs at him, makes him want to comfort her in any way that he can. "Things like that are in the movies," she tells him. "They don't exist for someone like me. But I . . . I really do like you, Dante. Even if it weren't for this oath, I wouldn't mind marrying you at all."

Dante isn't too sure about that. He's never been in love, but he's seen others, and Nero and Kyrie are definitely in love. Even his memories of his parents are filled with their warmth, their kisses in the kitchen and their friendly arguments. But maybe she is right; love doesn't happen to people like them.

He nods and loosens his grip, allowing Lir to ease up. "Let me call my mother and appease her," she says. "Then I'll get you something for the pain, and then we can start planning." She turns to head back upstairs, but at the base of the steps she turns and smiles at him. "Thank you for this, Dante."

Dante nods and watches her hurry upstairs before he realizes what he's just done. Suddenly his palms are sweaty and his mouth is dry, and he sinks into the couch, running his hands on his thighs. "Getting married," he murmurs under his breath, shaking his head.

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WARNINGS: cursing

Pairings: Rafe Adler x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch , @courtenbae , @tiecladartist

Chapter 5

Rafe’s POV

‘What in the hell… How could I have missed this?!’ I thought, continuing to go inside. All along, I’d been falling in love with Lyric’s voice. All this time, I’d been lusting after her. ‘Well this is certainly going to make the workroom a little awkward….’ I went to my usual corner and ordered gin and some fries. I waited eagerly for the band to start playing. When they finally came on, I stopped eating to stare at her in awe. This show was different from the others. It felt much more personal than before. Because I now knew why she rushed after paperwork sometimes. She had to be here. Suddenly, I felt a bit bad for giving her so much to do on the weekends. I poured a bit of gin in my glass and finished it in one gulp, already pouring myself another.

The lights in the room dimmed and the audience went wild. I rose to my feet as soon as Lyric stepped onto the stage. Like every night, she looked incredible. Like every night, she sang her heart out. And like every night, the band received a standing ovation. I was thoroughly impressed. She had a talent. I couldn’t help but to look at her differently. She wasn’t just my assistant anymore; she was a star. When the performance ended, I watched as the band made their way to the bar. She didn’t leave off for once. Then again, she didn’t work in the morning (even though I was considering calling her into the office). I couldn’t decide if it was a bad idea to go talk to her just yet so I stayed in my corner as the club turned on Senses Fail. I drank a good bit until my nerves had numbed. Suddenly, it was a great idea for me to talk to her. So I stood up, fixed my hair, adjusted my shirt and made sure I was presentable and approachable. I didn’t want to scare her off…

I weaved my way between the tables until I ended up behind the band but something was said that made me stop in my tracks.

“Rafe can honestly be such a prick…” I heard her say. ‘Woah…’ I thought, crinkling my brows. I didn’t want her to see me yet and I wanted to hear more of what she had to say. I sat on a barstool at a high table behind them and just leaned back into my seat, listening in on the conversation between the band. “Like…. he just… these past two weeks were horrible! I mean, I was almost late every day last weekend. And this weekend I had to put some pages aside to finish in the mornings.” She exclaimed.

“He overworks the hell outta you, bro. I remember when you texted me about the lunch thing the other day.” Said one of her bandmates. I frowned. ‘What lunch thing?!’ I thought, racking my brain to remember such a time. I looked behind me a moment just as a guy with fuschia hair asked her the same question I wanted to ask.

“What happened?” He asked.

“So it’s literally getting close to my lunch break. I was just about to get off and he sent me to go get his lunch and it took all of my lunch period to go get it and bring it back. I had nothing to eat all day except a cheese stick. Good shit.”

I nodded in a sort of shameful acceptance. I did do that.

“Oh! And that meeting! He fucking yelled at me because his coffee was cold when he was late! I showed up on time, dammit. Don’t get pissy with me because you fucked up, y’know?” I listened to her continue to vent over drinks about several incidents that expanded into months ago; how she was one bad day away from quitting and how she was ready to risk being a broke musician. And that worried me. From the sound of it, I’d honestly been treating this girl terribly. Despite how I may have been acting towards her, Lyric was a reliable assistant and I did appreciate her. I was getting used to having her around the past 4 years. And it was disappointing to know that she’d been busting her ass for me this whole time and barely got to rest, write music, or even breathe. I suddenly stood to grab my things and leave the club. This was her night off and I wanted her to enjoy it. So I ordered her and the band a bottle anonymously. I wouldn’t call her in in the morning; I wouldn’t send her work to do at home and I wouldn’t have her come into work earlier than scheduled. She deserved the break. And a chance to eat… no wonder she was so thin.

I walked home for a while. Thinking about what else I could’ve done to her. What I could’ve said to her. Suddenly, the fan boy in me kicked for a second. ‘I’ve been treating my favorite vocalist like shit!’ I thought. With that, I sighed. I just wanted to go home and go to sleep.

Lyric’s POV

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. When I looked at the clock it was way past noon. I groaned and threw the covers off, rubbing my hands down my face. “Coffee…” I murmured as I stood to cross my small apartment. I rubbed my eyes and walked into the kitchen. Even though I was hungover to hell, there was so much I remembered. I just needed to put the pieces together again. I began to start a pot of coffee and lit a cigarette. I was in the stages of quitting. So far it was going well and I no longer needed it as badly. But some mornings, I just really needed one.

I sighed as nicotine filled my lungs and stared out the window as I waited for the coffee to brew. As I looked along the New York skyline, I began to reflect on my week; something I hadn’t had a chance to do in a while. I faintly remembered a guy buying the band a bottle of really nice whiskey. I remembered looking back to thank him and only seeing the back of him as he left. Call me crazy but he looked a lot like my boss. But there was no way in hell Rafe would’ve gone to a trashy dive bar. It wasn’t his scene. ‘Speaking of…’ I thought, grabbing my laptop from the plush blue velvet couch. I don’t know why it stuck but I began to remember Rafe’s struggle with finding that cross. I figured maybe I could do a little digging before the day was out. Just then, the coffee maker did that sputtering noise it tended to make as if emptied the contents into the pot. ‘But first… coffee.’ I gave a long sigh and made myself a cup. I milked it barely and sugared it asmuch as possible without killing myself before curling up on the couch and beginning my research.

Hours had gone by. Rafe hadn’t called nor texted me all day which was very unusual for him. He would almost always call me in for some bullshit I could do at home. Or have me run and grab a spare suit from the dry cleaners… Not that I minded being unbothered for the day. I found some time to play my guitar and write a little music. And I was able to finish a song I’d been working on. After that, I continued to search for the Saint Dismas cross. And just like that… ‘Gotcha.’ I thought as my eyes widened in excitement. I found a link with a picture of the cross to it. Apparently, it was going up for an auction in the next week in Italy. I let out a laugh and sat back on my couch. “Well holy shit.” I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when I showed him this.

Rafe’s POV

I sighed heavily, rubbing my hands over my face. As I leaned into my chair, I stared at Lyric’s desk through the open doorway. I was beginning to get anxious. This woman that I’d found myself fawning over for a month was working right under my nose and I barely even knew it. ‘Should I tell her that I know?’ I thought as my leg bounced quickly. ‘What do I say to her? Should I apologize?’ Suddenly, a knock tore me from my thoughts. When I looked up, that talented woman stood before me with a thin folder in her hands. My heart skipped as I let my eyes run over her hips in her leather pencil skirt. I straightened my posture but my stale expression never faltered.

“Good morning, Ms. Lewis.” I said in my everyday tired tone.

“Mr. Adler!” She smiled widely and pushed a curl behind her ear, revealing a single golden braid. I tried to conceal my laughter. The poor girl must’ve missed one when she changed her hair this morning. But I wouldn’t tell her. I’d let her figure it out. She then turned around and closed my office door behind her. ‘What is she doing?’ I looked at her with furrowed brows and she sat the folder on my desk before me. She gestured to it excitedly and crossed her arms over her fuzzy green sweater.

“What the hell is this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

“Open it and find out!” She sang, pursing her lips to suppress a smirk. I scooted towards my desk in my chair, eyeing her suspiciously as I opened up the folder. Before me was a few pages printed from an auction site in Italy. Heading it was a large picture of the cross I’d been so desperately looking for. ‘You’ve got my attention….’ I thought as I leaned forward, straining my eyes to read the fine print. It would be going up for bidding at their next event at the Rossi Estate. It was next week. I let out an amused chuckle. I was impressed. Very impressed. I looked up at her with an approving expression and leaned back in my seat, tapping on the papers before me.

“Where did you…. How? Sam and I have been searching for weeks and—”

“I told you! You didn’t google hard enough.” She said in a sultry voice as she leaned onto my desk. I forced a laugh as I found myself mesmerized by her brown eyes. ‘When did she find the time to….’ I thought, shaking my head as I stood to lean on my desk as well. We both stared at each other a moment from across the desk.

“This is good work, Lyric. Thank you. Honestly, I…. ha ha! We’re one step closer to finding Avery’s treasure because of you.” I praised her. Something I never did. Though I was beginning to think that I should have… At the sight of her relieved smile, an idea came across my head. I admired her figure and began to wonder how well she cleaned up… “Come with me.” The words left my mouth before I could even really think about it. The smile on her face disappeared as her brows raised and her eyes widened.

“What?” She said in confusion.

“Come with me.” I reiterated, slowly. “I’d like for you to accompany me as my date.”

“Oh!” She exclaimed as a slight blush tinted her cheeks. I smiled gently at how adorable she’d become. “Why me?”

“Well you found it’s whereabouts, you deserve to see it through.” I shrugged.

“You want me to come with you to Italy?” She was still in shock; which was fair. Considering my treatment of her lately, this was a massive jump.

“Why not? You can keep me company. It would be nice to have a familiar face around.” For the first time to her face, I think I smiled at her. Not a fake business smile that I put on for these corporate jackasses but a genuine pleasant smile. She looked at me as if she’d just seen an alien.

“May I ask why you’re being so….”

“Cryptic?”

“Nice…. You haven’t yelled at me this morning, ordered me around… you didn’t even bother me yesterday! Is everything okay?” She asked me and I burst into laughter.

“I guess I have been a bit uptight lately, huh?” I said rounding the desk to sit on it next to her. A very informal thing I found myself doing with her around. She didn’t move from her position, she just looked at me in surprise and bit her lush lips. “So how about it?” I asked again.

“Um… I don’t really have the cash to get to Italy.” She told me awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll take my jet—”

“The company jet?! I’ve only ever seen it from the outside!” The excitement in her voice was enough to make me chuckle a little.

“Well now you can actually fly in it.” I said. It’s a shame the things I hadn’t done with her, especially with her being my assistant and all. “And I’ll have a dress picked out for you—”

“No, no. Nothin’ good ever comes from someone else picking my clothes for me. I’ve got a dress.”

“Are you sure? Not something you wear to the club on the weekends, Lyric- this is a black tie event.”

“I’m aware. I have formal dresses. I’ll wear the one I wore at the company dinner last year.”

“I don’t remember that one.” I chuckled, trying to remember what it looked like.

“You barely looked at me.” She said plainly and I frowned a little. I really had been shitty to her.

“Well things are changing. Have your passport ready and your bags packed. Make whatever arrangements you need and by the end of the workday next Thursday, we… will be on our way to Rome.” I said, rounding my desk to gather up all the papers and putting them back into the folder. She stood up, straightening her back like a soldier. Clearly she was taken aback by my sudden demands. Demands that had nothing to do with a fat folder of paperwork or my Starbucks order.

“It’s a date!” She smiled before it awkwardly fell. “I mean…. I’ll be ready, sir.” I smiled to myself and opened my laptop to start my work for the day. I still had to play boss. Just for a while.

“That’ll be all, Ms. Lewis. Thank you.” I said briefly.

“Okay…” She said turning to leave but then she turned on her heel as if she’d forgotten something. I looked up at her as she began to speak. “Oh! You have a 2 o’clock with Mr. Ackles again.” She told me. I groaned tiredly. I hated meetings. They were tedious and boring and quite frankly a waste of time. Also I wasn’t dressed to meet anybody today. A thin grey sweater and slacks wasn’t appropriate for meeting with that asshat. With a long sigh, I ran my fingers through my hair.

“Alright… um… I need you to do me a favor then. Could you please grab my dry cleaning for me? I’m sure there’s a suit there getting cleaned now. Just bring it to the office and hang it on my coat rack?” I asked her. She blinked at me a couple times in silence and I looked about awkwardly. “Is something the matter, Ms. Lewis?”

“You…. you said please- never mind. Yes, sir. I’ll grab it for you.” She said as she turned to leave again.

“Thank you, Lyric.” I called on her way out. I smirked as the door closed and looked over at the folder she’d brought me. “Goddamn Saint Dismas…” I mumbled, suddenly remembering that I needed to inform Samuel. “He’s going to love this…” With that, I picked up the phone and dialed his number.

#uncharted #uncharted 4 #rafe adler x oc #rafe adler x reader #rafe adler #poc #poc ocs #poc oc

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mayaloid · 4 years

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Time to address that anon oh boy!

If you dont know what's going on uhhh some anon is getting on my ass for openly talking about sexual topics when Im almost 17 so lets go through with this very long ass anon!

not pure and innocent but not talking about nsfw in public spaces when you don't know if anons asking the related questions are adults or not.

You're right, I dont know. Younger people should know not to publicly send sexual stuff to people anyways, hell I haven't. Why? Cause I know there are many minors who shouldn't be subject to that or are uncomfortable with it. I dont see why you're blaming me on this. Its my blog, I talk about what I want, and if people send me stuff through anon then theres nothing I can do besides turn OFF anon, and Im not doing that.

you say that people must be 18+ to follow your unsafe tag but you yourself are a child and possibly so are many of your followers.

I say that as a precaution so I dont get in trouble cause I can say that I said for minors to block the tag. If THEY decide not to block it, then thats on them, NOT me. Also I may be a minor, but Im not a “child”. Also, if you actually study your laws, talking about sexual things aren’t… illegal. You do realize that, right? You dont even need to STUDY for that!

just because you're 16 does not mean that you aren't a minor.

You’re right but you’re treating me like Im 10 or somethin, which.. hell this wouldn't even have worked back then cause I started reading smutfics when I was 9 lmao.

it doesn't matter if other kids have sex, the problem is that you definitely seem to have found out about the topic wayyyy earlier than is appropriate

You’re right again. I shouldn’t have been able to figure things out at the age of 9, but that was my own curiosity's fault. Also not to mention since I was like 12 every kid around me knew about shit we shouldn’t have known about so that didn’t help either.

you shouldn't be saying that it's okay for kids to have sex without seemingly any boundaries towards the topic.

WOAH OKAY UH!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I NEVER said this. EVER. I’m actually very HIGHLY against minors actually having sex, I never ever EVER said it was okay!!! I don’t know where the HELL you got that info but fucking yikes!!!

someone younger than you could see your answers and think "oh because someone who's also a kid is doing it I can do it!" and won't know the proper precautions to sex because they're like 12.

I never said I’m the person to go to for things like this. You can’t blame me if some other kid whos MUCH younger than me tries to do some risky shit cause I talk about it on my blog, when I don’t even do it either (go back to me saying I’m against minors actually having sex, then remember I am still a minor myself). They should talk to an adult or a sex ed teacher for that kind of thing, even when I was 12 I wasn’t going around, looking at older people and being like “Yes, Im fully capable of doing what they do to” Stop trying to blame me for some bullshit like that.

the problem isn't that we're expecting you to be pure, the problem is that you're setting an example for younger followers who haven't developed common sense yet because that part of their brain isn't being fully developed yet.

Well you’re on the wrong blog then buckaroo. I don’t want to be a role model, that’s way too much stress for me, and there’s so much shit wrong with me I wouldn’t even be a good role model if I tried, I’m way too mentally unstable. Stop trying to make me go on some moral highground, that’s not for you to decide.

I know you're going to come back at this with some snarky remark "well it's not MY fault kids can see it"

Cause it literally isn’t. I allow minor followers, but there’s definitely a limit. 13 seems to be around the age when me and most people I know started having their parents talk about the birds and the bees and when sex ed starts to come into school. ALSO not to mention, 13 is the minimum age on Tumblr you HAVE to be. If some fuckin 10yo lied and made themself an account on hear then picked up some bad things from me, thats not my fault. They shouldn’t even be on the website.

you've done it with many other anons who try explaining something inappropriate to you in any way that isn't babying you

Dude what the fuck are you saying, I’ve never had this kind of no-braincell argument with someone before.

"uhm... u uh... SHOULDNT DO THAT LOL.... its kinda um... bad teehee... >w<"

I don’t let people who legitimately talk like that within a 10 mile radius of me and my blog.

when it kind of is your fault because you are a kid as well and they will follow in your footsteps as they look up to anyone that's older even if they're still a minor in an attempt to appear more mature.

Refer to some of my upper comments!

yes, at the end of the day it's up to their parents to monitor their activity online if they're too young but you also play a large part in this being a minor yourself

Once again I never signed up to be a role model!! Also if they’re too young to even hear a slight mention about this kinda think, they’re literally not old enough to be on this site.

showing other kids that are younger than you and quite possibly WAY younger that sex is just about "top or bottom" and none of the safety measures

(1) I never said that thats all there was to it, wh... (2) IM NOT YOUR SEX ED TEACHER!!!!!! Thats not MY job!!!!!!!

have a good day and hopefully you take my words into actual consideration

I would if you weren’t some stuck up soccer mom

#[ producer speaks ]

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The companions (+ Maxson) talk to Sole about an annoying or boring subject and Sole screams Shut Up! 🤐

This one was a lot of fun! Sorry it took so long to complete! If I were a companion in this request, I think I would annoy Sole by fangirling over MCR. Other than that, I’m totally 100% Codsworth (tag yoself when you’re done reading). I also had to change some name brands to made-up pseudonyms to avoid copyright issues. I normally like to write a silent Sole, but this request kinda required a talking Sole. Anyway, please enjoy!😄 (also the movie nickname rq one should be out either tonight or tomorrow!)

FO4 Companions (+Maxson) React: Companions Rambling & Sole Telling Them to Shut Up

Sole’s eye twitched as their companion rambled on for the third day in a row about the same topic. As much as they adored their companion and admired their enthusiasm about the subject, they couldn’t take it anymore. A fed-up Sole stopped dead in their tracks, turned around, and snapped:

Strong:

“Shut up! I‘m done listening to you explain the best way to gut and cook rotting narwhal flesh,” Sole fumed, “I don’t care if you drench it in tato paste or barbecue blood. I’m never going to eat it, Strong. Never!”

Strong frowned, “No be mean human! Or no find milk! Be nice!”

“Strong, I’m sorry. I’m not eating a parasite-infested narwhal corpse.”

“Come on! Rotting horn whale taste like giant fish stick!”

Deacon:

”Shut up! I don’t want to hear about the benefits of changing the HQ password to DEACON IS COOL anymore,” Sole hissed, “Besides, there is a huge hole in your plan. You can’t even spell that with the letters available!”

“Woah there, calm down pal. I didn’t think of that,” Deacon mumbled. He quickly lit up, “But there’s nothing a little permanent marker can’t fix!”

“You think Desdemona isn’t going to notice black marker squiggles all over the door?”

Deacon scoffed, “Um, I’m not stupid. That’s why I’m going to use a brown marker, pal.”

Curie:

“Shut up! I can’t listen to you talk about spinal contusions and brain injuries anymore. It’s making me squeamish.”

Curie immediately stopped talking and her face fell.

“Curie, I’m sorry, I—“

“I’m sorry, [Madame/Monsieur],” the synth began, her eyes welling with tears, “I hope I didn’t upset you. I just find that topic fascinating.”

Gage:

“Shut up! I don’t care about all the pranks you’ve played on Mason. I don’t blame him for being pissed off.”

“Damn. Anyone teach ya manners, boss?” Gage scowled, “Anyway, what? Ya ain’t gonna appreciate the fact that I egged the furry bastard while he was ramblin some mumbo-jumbo-bullshit to his pack of loonies?”

Sole shook their head.

“Or that I lit a bag of Molerat shit on fire right on top of his pompous-ass throne?”

Sole shook their head again.

“Well, boss. You ain’t got no sense of humor, then.”

Piper:

“Shut up! I’m sick and tired about hearing about how Sturges is a synth,” Sole shouted, “I can get behind McDonough being a synth, but there is no way that Sturges is one.”

“But Blue, he has all the signs. He—“

“And so what? What do you want me to do? Even if he hypothetically is a synth, I’m not turning my back on him. I’m still friends with Danse and I’m not dead yet. Curie’s a synth and she’s a sweetheart. X6? Nick?”

Piper‘s face dropped for a moment, before glaring at Sole and turning her back.

Sole sighed, “Piper, I—“

“Don’t talk to me right now.,” The reporter hissed.

Longfellow:

“Shut up! I don’t care about the eight basic knots.”

Longfellow shook his head in disappointment, “I understand you’re sick of this old man bugging you about tying knots, but it is useful information. You never know when you could find yourself in a situation where you need to tie a good ol reef knot, or clove hitch!”

Longfellow pulled a small rope from out of his pocket and Sole sighed.

“Shall we attempt a figure-eight knot today?”

MacCready:

“Shut up! Stop talking about Santa Claus. I know you read about him in an old book we found but—“

MacCready stubbornly crossed his arms, “Oh yeah? I think you’re just being a snob. Some of us haven’t been lucky enough experienced this, [name]. How can you not obsess over a fat guy who spies on people to see if they’re good, breaks into homes, and leaves presents?That’s so cool!” He paused, “I…probably would’ve gotten coal though.”

Sole’s eyebrows furrowed, “Mac—“

“It’s a darn shame he had to die when the bomb dropped. He could’ve brought so much joy to the Commonwealth.”

“—he’s not real.”

MacCready’s jaw dropped, “But the books, the posters, the pictures…there’s so much evidence.”

“Marketing.”

MacCready shook his head in disappointment, “Pre-war Capitalist propaganda…”

Ada:

“Shut up! I already told you I don’t know what a Sara is. How am I supposed to understand what you’re talking about when you tell me you were a Sara prototype?”

“[Sir/Ma’am], like I said before: Sara was a virtual assistant software that was going to be implemented in all future Vault Tec electronic devices. It had a speech recognition engine that could assist users. My biggest flaw was that I could not translate into other languages. I was scraped and remained inactive in a dumpster for years before Jackson reprogrammed me.”

“I still can’t wrap my head around that technological advancement. It doesn’t seem real.”

“Yes, it was highly advanced. That is why it did not make its debut before the bombs dropped.”

Hancock:

“Shut up! I’m done listening to your crazy Daddy-O trip stories. If you hate the chem so much, why don’t you stop taking it?”

Hancock laughed, “Well, [brother/sister], my Daddy-O rides are a lot more fun to talk about than my Jet or Mentat highs,” he thought for a moment, “I mean, besides the time I solved the theory of Quantum Physics on a Mentat high— that was fuckin wild— but other than that it’s more entertaining to talk about the time I shoved an entire summer squash up my ass while on the Big D.”

Cait:

“Shut up! I wish we’d never found that copy of 40 Shades of Silver. Please stop talking about it.”

“Darlin, I never read. But I could not for the life of me put down that book,” Cait sighed, “It was so…wonderfully smutty.”

Sole grimaced.

“That lass really knows how to have a good time. Sounds like a fantasy of mine, gettin hot n dirty n aggressive like that.”

“Stop…”

“Why? Ain’t it a pleasure to talk about?”

Codsworth:

“Shut up! I don’t understand your obsession with Mr. Tidy Magic Erasers. You’ve been talking about them now for. Three. Days.”

Codsworth beamed, “Well, [sir/mum], you know what they say: there’s no tidy like Mr. Tidy!”

Sole rolled their eyes.

“Besides, have you seen how well those suckers eliminate stuck-on grease and grime from dishes,” Codsworth began, “Oh wait, you haven’t. That’s right. You don’t wash your own dishes.”

Preston:

“Shut up! I’m sick and tired of hearing about all the settlements that need our help. Maybe they‘d have a better chance of defending themselves if we didn’t coddle them.”

Preston crossed his arms, “How could you say that, General? I thought you truly embraced the values of the Minutemen.”

“I do Preston, but I think we just need to take a break.”

“Justice never rests. These settlements need us, General. I understand it’s exhausting, but we need to protect these innocent people from the dangers of the Commonwealth.”

Nick:

“Shut up! Please, no more dad jokes. I’m begging you, Nick,” Sole plead, “I’m…I’m annoyed.”

The detective chuckled, “Hi annoyed, I’m Nick Valentine. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Stop!”

“I’m not moving!”

Sole grunted in defeat at the detective wore a smug smirk, pleased by the outcome of his jokes.

Maxson:

“Shut up! I’m tired of hearing about the technological prowess of the Prydwen. It’s not that great. It’s just a blimp.”

“Show some respect,” Maxson growled, “And you think the Prydwen is just a blimp? How dare you deride the work of the prestigious mechanics who designed the Prydwen. It is my pride and joy. It is the most advanced vehicle in the Commonwealth.”

“Maybe you should get those prestigious mechanics to work on your Vertibird death traps.”

Maxson frowned, “Vertibird design overhauls are in the agenda. We just have more important projects to tackle before then…such as the redesign of my quarters,” Sole shook their head as Maxson pulled out a color card, “I’m thinking a Deep Ruby Maroon would feel more homey than the current Grumpy Grunt Grey I currently have. But I also like Apple Cider Brown. What do you think?”

Danse:

“Shut up! Can we please just talk about something other than the Fancy Lad Snack cakes?” Sole pled.

“First of all, don’t talk to me like that, soldier. That’s blatant disrespect and I will not tolerate it,” Danse barked.

“Sorry…”

“Second, that Courser friend of yours is out of his damn mind. How can any sane individual honestly believe that strawberry Fancy Lads are superior to vanilla ones?”

“Each to their own?”

“That only pertains to subjective topics. This argument— if we can even call it that— is a solid fact and therefore cannot be disputed.”

X6-88:

“Shut up! What is with synths and Fancy Lad snack cakes? You’ve been raving about them for three days.”

“Hey, now. I suggest you calm down,” X6 warned, “A lot of people— such as your Brotherhood friend— like the vanilla cakes, [sir/ma’am], but the real delicacy are the strawberry cakes with chocolate icing.”

“Does it really matter who likes what flavor?”

“Yes. This is an urgent matter. We should not have to dispute this to be completely honest. It is a fact that strawberry Fancy Lads are superior to vanilla ones.”

#fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #danse #paladin danse #hancock #deacon #maccready #piper #maxson #elder maxson #porter gage #gage #longfellow #curie #ada #strong #cait #x6 #x6 88 #nick valentine #react

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