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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Note: some more Nicky for the girlies.

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Back to usual.

You say goodbye to Joey with an especially clingy hug. She’ll be gone back to campus by the time you get home. Her short visits always leave you a bit sad.

You arrive at Nick’s place and let yourself in. The remnants of the prior day’s get together are still littered over the dining room table and throughout the front room. There’s more in the kitchen.

You gather the empty glasses and a few bottles with varying amounts of liquid still inside. You scrape plates into the pin and sweep napkins in after them. You fill the sink with warm soapy water to wash it all when you hear the soft but clumsy pad of feet on the stairs. They’re too light to be Nick.

You have the coffee brewing in anticipation of your boss’ hangover. The aroma wafts into the air as the machine clicks. A figure appears in the doorway and you turn to greet the woman in her sleek but wrinkled dress. This isn’t unexpected either.

“Good morning,” you greet her stunned eyes as she blanches.

“Um, I’m sorry, I was only–”

“Coffee?” You offer her as you open the cupboard, “look like you need it.”

“N-no, I… should go. Is there a Starbucks around here?” She croaks.

“No need, I can do lattes,” you offer, “he’s got this ridiculously expensive machine.”

“Er,” she looks down at the heels dangling from her hand then back to you, “sorry, are you… do you live…”

“I work for Mr. Fowler. Just the maid,” you assure her. Her assumption fills your chest with an unspent laugh. You’re far too old for Nick. Besides, the concept is ridiculous.

“Oh…” her single syllable dangles.

You pour her a cup and turn to offer it to her. Her mouth slants in a guilty smile. She shambles forward and accepts the mug.

“You take sugar, cream? Maybe some Advil?” You suggest.

“Oat milk? And yes please, my head is pounding.”

“Right, he has almond milk,” you open another cupboard and pluck out the ibuprofen, “or whole milk.”

“Almond is fine,” she accepts as you rattle the bottle.

“One or two, hon,” you ask as you approach her again.

“Two, please,” she inhales the scent of the coffee and sighs, rubbing her eye socket before extending her hand to take the tablet, “the whole bottle if I could.”

“Ugh, yeah, I don’t miss those days,” you hum and cap the bottle.

You put it away and go into the large fridge, taking out the carton of almond milk for the woman. You take it to her as she approaches the island to clink down the coffee. You watch as she adds the milk and takes a slender spoon from you to stir it in. She takes her first sip and moans before tossing back the pills.

“Coffee good?” You prompt proudly.

“Oh, yeah,” she looks up at you, “yeah, it’s great.”

“Took me a while to master the beast,” you point to the machine. “I finally got my ristretto down, too.”

She gives a nervous laugh and gulps again, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, “you’re nice… really nice. Why?”

You blink at her question. It makes you wonder, was Nick not nice? That’s not really any of your concern.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You shrug and turn to the full sink, “you’re a guest.” You plunge your hands in and scrub the porcelain, “plus, you kinda remind me of my daughter. I’d like someone to treat her nicely too.”

“Ah,” she accepts, “that’s really sweet.”

“It’s human, I hope,” you open up the dishwasher to slide in each plate.

“You really… didn’t have to make me coffee,” she murmurs.

You peek over at her as she stares into the depths. She seems sad but that might just be the hangover. You continue your work as you reply.

“It was already on. If you’re hungry–”

“Please, no, that’s okay,” she declines with a wave, “I think… I think I’ll just finish this and get an uber. Maybe go call my mom.”

“Well, you let me know if you need anything before you go,” you chime as you hook glasses into the top rack of the dishwasher.

You finish the dishes and grab a damp cloth to go wipe the table down. You stop by a few other surfaces to clear away rings from the finish and return to the kitchen. As you enter from the dining room, Nick appears in the other.

The woman faces him as she grabs her shoes, “hi.”

He growls and lumbers over to the coffee machine. He sees the mug waiting for him and peers into its empty body. You clutch the cloth in your hand as you watch his naked back tense. He wears nothing more than a pair of briefs. At most, you’ve seen him shirtless when he needs some stitches.

“More coffee?” You offer the woman.

“No, I should go,” she peeks at him nervously.

“Alright, well, you take care,” you bid her and take her cup.

“Thanks,” she says and skulks to the door, “bye, Nick.”

“Mmm,” he flicks his fingers at her as he pours himself a cup.

You narrow your eyes at his shoulder blades. That wasn’t very polite. Well, it isn’t your job to be his mother, even if it feels like it sometimes.

You put the almond milk away as he turns to lean in the corner of the counter. He presses the porcelain to his forehead and groans. You shake out the cloth over the sink and rinse it out.

“You have a daughter,” he states plainly. A question but not really.

“I do,” you answer evenly.

“I didn’t know that,” he says.

You shrug, “guess it never came up.”

"You’ve worked for me for three years…” he mutters.

“You never asked,” you say lightly, “it’s fine.”

He lowers the cup and slurps loudly. He swishes the coffee around before he swallows thickly.

“Your husband okay with you working twelves?”

You chuckle, “sir, really, it’s fine.”

His curiosity is not usual. You stick to the expected, the manageable. You don’t stray outside the lines. You’re friendly but you’re not overfamiliar. He always seemed to prefer that. He enjoyed talking about himself far more.

“You were busy yesterday,” he shifts his weight to one foot, his muscled chest rippling.

“I suppose as busy as you,” you roll in the racks of the dishwasher and add soap before closing it up.

“I… interrupted your plans?”

“Sir, it’s fine, I had a good day off and now I’m back,” you insist, “are there any other messes I need to worry about?”

He tilts his head and exhales deeply. His cheek dimples as he considers you. The cut on his head is exposed but not as bad as it was, though the bruise under his eyes has only gotten darker.

He scoffs as a smirk slants his lips, “sure. You could change my bed sheets.”

“Sure,” you accept breezily, repressing the glimmer of concern at the base of your skull.

Something about his response seems trite, as if he means to insult you. You’re an adult, you’re less than shocked at his after hours play. By now, you’re quite used to it. He’s in his prime, he’s well off, and he’s handsome by anyone’s measure.

“You could try some witch hazel,” you touch your cheek then point at his, “for the bruising.”

“I can handle it,” he retorts and pushes himself away from the counter, “enough chattering. Get to work.”

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You knock on the office door and wait for an answer. The little device you keep clipped to your belt is still buzzing with Nick’s demand. He calls to you from within and you enter.

“Sir?” You greet him.

“What took you so long?” He growls.

He’s in a foul mood. He has been all day. He can be gruff, you’re used to that, but today, he just seems prickly. His romp must not have been much fun. Come to think of it, his partner had been all too eager to flee.

You shake away the intrusive thoughts and clear your throat, “I was in the laundry room. Sorry.”

“My head is pounding,” he rubs his temples.

“Right, sir, I’ll bring you Advil and some water–”

“Don’t treat me like a child,” he snarls.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m sure I’m a lot older than your daughter, so cut it out.”

“I wasn’t– sir, I’m sorry.”

“Go, get the pills,” he shoos you, “and call Rhonda.”

You nod and leave him. Wow. You don’t think he’s ever spoken to you like that. The mention of Joey also puts you off. Why is he so concerned? Most people could look at you and assume you have a kid or too. At your age, with your hips…

You go downstairs to retrieve the Advil and a tall glass of water. You climb back upstairs and follow the airy hall down to your office. As you enter, he sits with his head in his hands, his elbows on the desk. You don’t say a word as you set down the glass and pills.

He doesn’t move. You back away slowly and pull out your cell phone. You’ll call the masseuse, she should be able to work out the tension.

As you get to the door, he growls and his chair squeaks.

“You said something, about witch hazel,” he snarls.

“Uh, yes,” you face him, “it’ll take down the bruising.”

He narrows his eyes, the gesture tweaking his swollen cheek. Even battered, he isn’t unattractive. And the woman in his kitchen was just as gorgeous. So you find it hard to fathom why he’s in such a mood.

“Would you like me to get it for you, sir?” You ask, trying not to sound too pandering.

“Sure, whatever.”

You sweep away and go down the hall to the cabinet. You keep everything stocked well. Part of your job is inventory. You’ll have to go through the liquor bottles later and see what needs replenishing too.

You return to him with the witch hazel and a bag of cotton balls. You place them on his desk as he leans his head against the chairback, his eyes closed. You step back on your heel and his eyes pop open.

“Would you mind?” He motions to his face.

“Sure,” you take the cotton balls and pull one out.

You uncap the dark bottle and dampen the cotton with the liquid. His eyes close again as you sidle closer and you dab gently along his cheek. He flinches, just once, then stills. It must be cold.

His eyes flick open again and startle you as you retract your touch. Awkwardly, you move away and gather up the bottle and bag of cotton balls. He’s quiet as he leans forward to grab the bottle of pills.

“I should’ve guessed,” he says as he shakes two tablets out, “that’s what I do. I read people. You’re a mother, for sure. She’s older, isn’t she? College? You had her young–”

“Sir,” you sniff, uncomfortable.

“Just the one. And you didn’t answer me when I talked about your husband so he must be out of the picture. Divorced. About the time you came around here, huh? You need the job after the messy break up,” he suggests as he wags his finger with a knowing grin, “probably another woman, huh?”

You blink. You’ll let him think what he wants. His opinion of your marriage isn’t important. It won’t do to correct him anyway. He doesn’t really seem to care, he just wants to wound. You just can’t figure out what you’ve done to deserve it.

#nick fowler #dark nick fowler #dark!nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #blurred lines #the 355

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spicysoftsweet · 4 years

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He Wasn’t Man Enough - Hisoka x Reader

A/N: This is me being dramatic after a convo with @hisokapegger. I just wrote it off the cuff so hopefully it’s fine ahahahaha. Tl;dr You run into your ex Hisoka at a grocery store, of all places.

TWs: pregnancy, abortion

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Today was one of the rare days where you were truly happy.

You’d woken up this morning with an atypical surge of energy, much more so than you had in the past few months after your third serial failed relationship. You couldn’t even say you were truly sad about the relationship failing, it was starting to be par for the course at this point. You attributed the slump you’d be in to something else - the feeling of being stagnant, wading in place that seemed to persist throughout the past year, maybe two.

You’d decided you would give dating a rest. After your bitter breakup after a long tumultuous relationship with the magician (and likely psychopath) Hisoka, it almost seemed like he had laid a curse on you to fail relationship after relationship thereafter. Maybe it was because you had grown so exhausted in trying to turn him into something he wasn’t - you couldn’t turn a whore into a husband, after all - but you’d given up hope, and now your patience had grown thin with anyone you decided to be with. You’d lost the ability to compromise having tried so hard to find a middle ground with Hisoka which really meant losing ground on everything you wanted. Now if anyone stepped out of line for a split second, you dropped them. You had to admit some of the reasons for which you’d dropped people were small, but you’d be damned if you let another person make a fool out of you for years on end.

There was something freeing about refusing to settle. Choosing not to give a single fuck gave you an insurmountable amount of power. And now with the surge of energy today, the fact that you’d done some of your best work at your job, and your creativity was at an all-time high, you felt unshakable.

Armed with that sense of self-worth, you parked your car into the lot of your neighborhood grocery store, planning to make a quick trip to replenish on milk, bread and eggs before you got home for the day. Humming quietly to yourself, you navigated the store throwing things idly into your hand-held shopping basket, hoping you would limit yourself to just a few things. You had a tendency to over-shop, especially when you were in a good mood.

You weaved past a young child crying about sugary breakfast cereal, making sure to smile politely at the distressed mother before heading over to the produce section. And that’s when you saw him.

Hisoka.

It had been years.

Isn’t it funny that after a breakup you spend weeks dreading meeting your ex in public places? That you then start to rehearse running into them, deciding either to ignore them or say something so curt and so peaceful that they regret ever leaving you? That you expect that the longer you’ve spent without seeing them, the less likely your heart was to stir when looking into a face that used to portray fondness towards you?

For a moment, you forgot why you had come here in the first place.

Ah yes, apples. Hisoka was holding a red apple in his hand, checking its ripeness, but then he looked up and his golden eyes connected with yours and you almost expected the mischievous glint ever present in his regard. But instead, he looked almost surprised to see you. Maybe even rattled. That was an uncommon emotion for him.

To be fair, it was a bit shocking to see Hisoka at a grocery store as well. He’d never be so responsible the years you had dated to buy a nourishing food item on his own. He even had a shopping cart with him, and it looked a bit too full for one.

Your mouth open and shut. You weren’t sure if you should speak or not. To ignore or to speak politely? After all, it had been so long. You couldn’t let him believe his existence still had any affect on you. What if he tried to get back into your pants?

You were still standing still, and Hisoka’s gaze was still focused on you, but the surprise and the softness in his eyes and the very small way in which his lips down-turned was starting to unsettle you. Even more unsettling was the way he was dressed, almost as though he aimed to blend in with the millions of other shoppers, his skin still pale but not the almost sickly white of his face makeup, no star or teardrop to be seen, and his red hair no longer flaming towards the sky but down and neat. He almost looked like a regular person.

Suddenly, you were starting to feel ridiculous, just standing there with a sheepish look on your face. You decided you would politely say your regards and then continue on your way.

But as you took a single step forward, a young, petite and obviously pretty woman, seemingly materializing out of nowhere, came to join him by the stack of apples. Her arm linked to his, her face bright and her eyes full of affection, and with smiling lips, she whispered something to him that was unintelligible to you at this distance.

Hisoka’s eyes were still on you, and when his obvious partner turned to follow his gaze, there was an ever so slight curve on her belly, and maybe you could have lied to yourself and said it wasn’t a baby bump, but the way she protectively placed her hand on her abdomen and held his hand said otherwise.

Who is that staring? You imagined she asked, but you couldn’t read her lips; you were too busy shattering.

You didn’t even feel your shopping basket drop to your feet, and didn’t hear the eggs breaking in the carton or the milk carton crashing and spurting a mess all over the floor, but instead turned on your heels and ran.

It was heaven’s mercy that you didn’t fall on the mess you made. You didn’t think you could tolerate looking more pitiful than you felt right now.

You ran to your car as thought it was a lifeline. There was a ticking time bomb inside of you, and you didn’t realize the tears were already falling.

It had been years.

Your fingers didn’t seem to work anymore, and you continued to fumble as you tried desperately to start your car and flee this cursed place.

It had been years.

This was an overreaction. People were allowed to move on. Now if only your hands would stop shaking enough so that you could stick your keys in the ignition and move on home yourself.

Instead, a dry sob came out of your throat, and you gave up, tossing the keys onto the passenger seat of your car.

You’d spent years trying to turn Hisoka into someone who would settle down with you. Someone who could be reliable. Someone who wouldn’t disappear the moment you needed him.

He had told you, quite frankly, if you ever got pregnant to abort it.

But yet you could tell, from the way she trusted him fully by the way she moved around him, from the simple fact that he was in a fucking grocery store buying fucking fruit and pushing around a cart with supplies for two that he meant to stay with her.

Most damning of all was the apologetic look in his eye when he looked at you.

He’d lied.

He said he’d never change. The truth was, he’d never change for you.

#hisoka #hisoka x reader #angst #sometimes it's not you #smh

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: Welcome to Backwater ch.19 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch has been through a lot in his short time in Backwater, but there's always the Dorothy option.

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Read ‘The Dorothy Option’ on AO3

Read it here!

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As much as things changed, they also stayed the same. But they still changed and there wasn’t a damn thing Stretch could do about it. He never could.

After Red cut him loose from the shop for the day, walking across the main street to the movie theater was the same, but the breeze cutting through the sweltering heat was different. A couple days ago, Stretch would have eagerly lifted his face into it, let it dry the sweat rolling from his skull and basked in the cooling effect.

Today it was a reminder that summer was actually ending, and autumn was creeping in one slow step at a time. He’d always liked the fall season since they came to the surface, there was no such thing in the Underground. But now that he knew what was coming with the end of the harvest season, it only made him a little sad. It wouldn’t be too long until the scarecrow pole in all the fields was empty.

Stretch paused outside the theater, looking back towards the shop and past it, to the forest behind it. He was too far away to hear the rustling leaves, still green and vibrant, untouched thus far by the changing season. He could still hear it somehow, like a leftover echo, the memory of that sound loud in his head as he turned back to the theater, the constant chatter of leaves scratching inside his skull.

The sound cut off like a stopped tape recorder as the door swung shut behind him. Igor was right inside, looking a lot like an out of work funeral director in his threadbare suit. He looked up from where he was sweeping dandruffy bits of popcorn into a pile and wordlessly went behind the counter to scoop out two cartons of fresher stuff. The dilapidated marquee over the concession stand had only one title on it. ‘The Wizard of Oz’.

“weren’t you playing this flick just a couple weeks ago?” Stretch asked curiously, handing over a fiver.

“Popular movie around here,” Igor told him, tonelessly. Yeah, okay, movies about Kansas and great farming fields, and wonderous unknown worlds where danger lurked. Wasn’t hard to see how people around Backwater could form a parallel to that, hell, there was probably a shrine to Judy Garland in every house on the street, set up with offerings of corn and tiny water buckets.

He looked down at the popcorn cartons that were sitting on the counter, the smell of fresh melted butter rising, and asked abruptly, “can i get a box of raisinets, too?”

Igor nodded and took back the single bill he’d laid down, the box of candy rattling loudly as he set it on the countertop.

Stretch took it and the popcorn and headed into the theater. What was that about, he wondered. He didn’t even like raisins. Maybe he’d take them back for Red.

The theater was empty, without so much as an abandoned soda cup in the aisles and the floor still swept entirely clean. So much for people loving this movie. Stretch sat down in the far back row with his popcorn and candy to wait.

Right on schedule, the lights went low, the MGM logo came up, and then with a swell of music Kansas appeared in a grainy sepia.

He’d seen the Wizard of Oz before coming to Backwater. The first time he’d seen it, they were still in the Underground and it was hard not to make the odd mental comparisons when they came to the surface. Now that he was here in this town, Stretch related to Dorothy more than ever. A stranger in a strange land, sure, but the scarecrow sidekick was pretty damn specific. Would Edgar Allen even know what the yellow brick road was? He was pretty sure the scarecrow in his life didn’t get out of his fields much, if ever.

Never going anywhere, never really living. He sat out there in fields with corn and crows for company, guardian and prison as one. Stretch wondered if that was as sad as his mind kept trying to make it or was he putting his own pathos on an anthropomorphic personification of a scarecrow. Maybe Edgar Allen was perfectly happy with his lot in life. Hell, maybe he was looking forward to the harvest season and a chance to rest without the corn chattering to him all the time, it was possible.

Thinking that made him feel a little better about the situation and Stretch sank back into his chair and munched on another buttery handful of popcorn.

He was so absorbed in the movie that at first, he didn’t notice the seat next to him was no longer empty. A blood-streaked hand reaching towards the other carton of popcorn was his first clue and Stretch bit back a yelp, soul hammering in his ribcage as he inwardly cursed himself for being so jumpy. Wasn’t like he hadn’t seen this before, loads of times now, it was what he bought the second carton for.

“hey, there,” Stretch said softly to his ghostly companion. “sorry it’s been a few days.”

“That’s all right,” Doris told him, her faint voice barely audible over the strains of ‘We’re off to see the Wizard.

The Tin Man was lamenting his lack of heart by the time Doris spoke again, tentatively and filled with quiet apology. “I’m very sorry, I feel as if I should know your name, but…”

Oh. Stretch closed his sockets briefly. Damn it, Red warned him about this, to not be surprised if she didn’t remember him. He didn’t allow the faint sting of hurt to show. It wasn’t her fault, it was entirely the fault of whoever had blown away part of her head and left her here to haunt a lonely, dilapidated old theater until it was time for her to go wherever ghosts did when they moved on.

Whoever it was that did this to her, stole her life and left her mostly alone in death, Stretch hoped they felt that sin clawing its way up their back long after they went to the hereafter.

“it’s okay, doris,” he said as gently as he could while Judy Garland danced across the screen, “it’s stretch, like a rubber band.”

“Yes! Stretch!” she laughed delightedly. She clapped her gloved hands together like a child. “Yes, that’s it. It was on the tip of my tongue when I saw you brought me popcorn, but I couldn’t quite shake it loose.”

No surprise there, half the time she didn’t have much tongue left.

She leaned in over her carton to take a deep, ghostly breath and twin streamers of blood ran from her nostrils. His appetite for popcorn faded and Stretch fumbled out the box of raisinets. The cheap milk chocolate barely masked the taste of the raisins and he grimaced, chewing gamely even though the texture always made him think of eating bugs. Dirt-flavored bugs in chocolate, who the hell came up with this so-called treat and were they appropriately punished for it. He could only hope.

They sat together in silence, watching the movie, and by the time the trio made it to the Emerald City, Stretch was squirming in his seat. Doris’s appearance broke the distracting spell of the movie and now his thoughts were wandering back to that morning and Edge’s sudden appearance in the store with so much worry on his pale face. Then there was that soft, unexpected kiss, so sweet against his cheekbone, a punctuation mark on the end of a silent paragraph and maybe he needed someone else to give it a read.

“doris, can i ask you something?”

She turned to him, the ruin of her head solidifying into a pretty young woman as she tilted it curiously. “Of course.”

“it’s kinda a long story.”

She folded her gloved hands primly into her lap. “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

And that was her real tragedy, wasn’t it. She was tied to this crumbling old theater, unable to go where she needed to. He didn’t know what happened to ghosts once the building they were tied to was gone. But this place was on its last legs and if it closed, the cushions of empty seats rotting away and the silver screen silent, where did she go? He hoped it was someplace nice, a place where she could rest and always be beautiful, without bringing along the gory remains of her last minutes of life.

But they were working on his issues right now. “it’s about a guy.”

Doris brightened visibly and literally, going briefly more solid. “That Edge person you were speaking of before? The other skeleton.”

“yeah,” Stretch said, relieved. He hadn’t been sure how to bring up what they’d talked about before without making her feel bad for not remembering. “see, it’s like this—"

Doris sat and listened as he talked, as enthralled as she’d been when watching the movie. It was like last time when he’d came to ask her about Edgar Allen; she never flickered when she gave him the full weight of her attention.

It might be bad for the theater to have so many empty seats in the house, but it was good for people with the bad manners to talk over the movie. Stretch told her everything, didn’t hold back a thing. About meeting Edge in Red’s living room and his attempted lamp-ocide, about their impromptu lunch at Mama’s. About his brief starring role as little orange biking hood when he ventured to their cabin in the woods, about Frisk. The only thing he didn’t mention was the whole ‘me from another universe’ thing. That was a lot for even him to bend his mind around and his was still in one piece. Doris never interrupted, listened all the way to the end, until Stretch was nearly hoarse as he said, "…so what do you think?"

"Hmm. He certainly sounds charming, in a rude sort of way. My, it makes me think of Pride and Prejudice," she laughed softly. "Although your Mister Darcy showed his true nature far sooner in your tale.”

Thinking of Edge’s hips in a pair of those tight old-school trousers while he danced a waltz was not at all helping the situation and Stretch shoved that thought deep into a mental closet for later.

“but what should i do? he confuses me so much i don’t know whether to scratch my watch or wind my butt around him.” He slid down in the chair until his skull was resting on the back. “and then there’s red to think about, he’s done so much for me. he says he’s not worried about his brother, but…” Stretch trailed off and held up his empty hands.

She nodded thoughtfully. “But you don’t want to stir up trouble in their family, especially since it seems they already have some rough waters.”

“yeah,” Stretch agreed, tiredly. He knew something about stormy weather in a sibling relationship. The last thing he wanted to do to Red and Edge was bring in rainclouds of his own.

“I think you should talk to him,” she said at last. “Tell him what you’re feeling. It seems to me he’d listen to you and he wouldn’t…” Doris’s mouth moved but her words faded. Her pretty visage changed gruesomely, a full show of her shattered face and skull, the fragile bits of bone littered across one shoulder while blood filled the ruin of her eye socket.

Stretch swallowed hard and didn’t look away, waiting until she slowly returned to appearance of a lovely young woman who was finishing triumphantly, “…and who knows what will come of it after that!”

Okay, well, half an advice was better than none and he sure wasn’t gonna ask her to repeat herself.

So. Talk to him. Right. Not bad advice, maybe a little generic, but then, Doris didn’t know about his past history when it came to relationships. She also didn’t know that Backwater wasn’t a permanent assignment for him. He wasn’t too sure about bringing that up, not when it affected her, too. Maybe it would be better to let her forget him when he was gone; with her memory, she might not even realize what she was missing aside from the occasional wistful thought about a spare carton of popcorn.

But she wasn’t wrong, either. Much as he wanted to continue skipping through his life of avoidance, there was only one way he was going to get any real answers. Maybe it was time to figure out exactly where he and Edge stood. His sense of balance in life was pretty damn shaky as it was, and Backwater seemed to treat the laws of reality as more like suggestions. Why would the laws of gravity be any different?

Plus, there was another mystery Stretch was looking to unravel and he was already working on a plan for that. He owed some gratitude to a bony skeleton dragon in the woods and Stretch wasn’t keen on owing debts.

Doris folded her hands into her lap primly. “So? What are you going to do?”

“eh,” Stretch let out a little laugh, “something stupid.”

“Oh.” Doris pursed her lips. “Is it safe?”

“nope,” Stretch said cheerfully and poured himself out another handful of chocolate pseudo-bugs. “but i’ve stayed alive so far. may as well press my luck.”

On the screen, Dorothy was repeating her most famous line and he had to agree, there was no place like home. His only problem with it was that he was starting to get a little fuzzy on where exactly that was.

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tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #welcome to backwater

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writting-thingz · 3 years

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Paring: Kageyama x FemReader

Summary: New home, new school, new anxieties to worry about. You knew better than to make friends but something about Kageyama just calmed you. It was like you could really be yourself around him. Maybe you do deserve friends, maybe mother is wrong. Or mother is just looking out for you and maybe… you really are nothing but trouble.

Warnings: it’s implied that the reader has heterochromia, verbal abuse, yelling, threats against the reader, threat against reader’s dog (dog does -not- get hurt), manipulation, things being thrown, angst, sad

--Please read at your own risk--

Hireath

’At least it’s all about you-ou-ou-ou-oooo~; I think the blondes are done with fun; At least it’s all about you-ou-ou-ou-oooo~; I think the Blondes are done we’re all to cool for fun’

A new school, new home, and to top it off they school year had already started without you. After a deep breath in and out you got up and ready for the first day at Karasuno High. You originally planned to walk since the school wasn’t too far, however, your mother had different plans.

“Why do you need to drive me again? I can walk just fine by myself.” You insisted as she practically dragged you to the car.

“It’s your first-day sweetie, I figured at least for the first day I could give you a ride. Plus they’re already in about two weeks.” She spoke gently and smiled. You dared to roll your eyes as you sighed,

“Yeah, and who’s fault is that?” That pleasant smile on your mother’s face quickly soured. The two of you were finally on your way to the school.

“Don’t sass me. You didn’t listen and we told you what the consequences were. Blame yourself not us. I’m trying to be nice today, so for once be a good kid.” The rest of the car ride was spent in silence.

’No plastic or paper can take her or make her; Shake from the fact she’s my world devastator’

The principal and a student stood out front waiting for you and your mother. She looked over you once more to make sure you were presentable.

“Where is your contact?” She gritted through a shining grin as the two of you walked towards the principal.

“I guess I forgot to put it in this morning.” You lied.

“Y/n we talked about this. Perfection is key in this family and that eye of yours makes you a freak.” That stupid grin stayed plastered on her face. She dug her nails into your shoulders in a way that to others it looked like she was just holding her arm around your shoulders. “Chin up and smile sweetie.” Poison dripped from her words and it sent chills down your spin. You quickly straighten yourself up and moved you bang in front of your ‘freak eye’.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again Mrs. Y/Ln.” The principal greeted.

“Thank you, it is wonderful to see you again.” She softened her grip on your shoulder. You waved to the principal with a smile.

“Well, if you have the time there is a few things I need to speak with you about. However, Miss Y/n you can go with this her on a tour of the school, and once your done follow your class schedule.” He gestured to the young lady next to him whi just like you had blonde hair. You looked to your mother as if to ask permission to go and she nodded. With that, you and the nervous, fellow blonde-haired girl left.

The silence between you is deafening but you were trying to focus on setting up your happy bubbly mask. Other than tour related things the walk was pretty quiet. It wasn’t until the lunch bell rang she finally talked to you.

“So what’s your name?” She spoke and moved so awkwardly but it was cute.

“Y/n, it’s really nice to meet you!” You smiled and threw in a giggle to top it off. The bright energy appeared to startle the girl. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

“No no, don’t worry about it. Honestly, I should be used to it by now.” She waved her arms dismissively. An orange-haired boy came bounding up behind the nervous blonde girl.

“Yachi!!” He practically shouted which caused the poor girl to jump. Something like the squeak of a mouse is what came out of her mouth before words fumbled their way out.

“Hi-Hinata! You, you c-can’t come up behind me like that.” It seemed like she was trying to scold but her face was just so innocent and cute it was hard to take her seriously. The bright bouncing boy proceeded to apologize profusely with over-exaggerated bows.

“Oi! You left me behind you idiot!” a new voice came from around the corner. A tall dark-haired young man who was clearly irritated sipped on a milk carton. Shortly after smacking his friend’s head his eyes land on you. They appear to soften yet stayed intense, like a dull blade gently poking at you.

“Kageyama, you’re so mean! If you weren’t so slow maybe I wouldn’t leave you behind!” the Tangerine boy barked which quickly pulled the tall boy’s attention from you.

“Yeah right, idiot! You’re the slow one! Leaving the room without saying where you were going doesn’t count!”

“Oh yeah!? Well if you weren’t so preoccupied with having to get your precious milk maybe you would have been able to follow me!”

“At least I drink milk! You look like you haven’t had a single drop in your life, shorty!”

“Milkhead!”

For a moment the tenseness in your body left as you watched the two boys bicker. The blonde girl who was previously called ‘Yachi’ tried to ease the situation but it was like she was a ghost. It was the last insult that made you break into giggles. Immediately the boys stopped and stared.

“Oh please, continue. Don’t mind me. I just thought it was cute watching you two bicker.” you waved your hand dismissively and grinned.

“Oh, right. You guys this is the new student I had to show around. This is why I said I couldn’t help you two with homework today.” The blonde girl recalled. You stuck out for either of the boys to shake,

“Sallluuutations~ Y/n, Pleasure to meet you.”

“Shoyo Hinata!” The tangerine boy quickly and violently shook your hand.

“You sure do have a lot of energy, it goes with the brightness of your hair.” You quipped. Unfortunately, when you turned your attention to the tall boy, he didn’t shake your hand. Although the lights were on and his gaze was on you, it seemed nobody was home.

“Kageyama? Kageyamaaa~” Hinata attempted a knock at the door but no one answered, so Hinata rang the doorbell through hurdling his elbow into the tall boy’s arm. “Kageyama! It’s rude to just stare, say something!” he chided. It was cute to see Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Mysterious realize he was staring into your eyes. Without moving his attention from you he palmed his tangerine friend in the face with one hand and firmly gipped your hand while gently shaking it.

“Kageyama.” Short, sweet, simple. You giggled over his actions and gave him a genuine smile. A shimmering wave of light glazed over those intense oceans for eyes. Slowly your hands slipped away from each other and fell to their respective sides.

“I’m sure it’s going to be fun seeing you two in the halls.” You told the boys as the bell for lunch to end rang.

“Bye Yachi! Bye Y/n! See you tomorrow.” Hinata shouted while bounding away.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow… Y/n.” Kageyama hesitated like he wasn’t sure he really was going to see you again, or perhaps it was that he didn’t want to leave. Either way, it didn’t take long for his tangerine friend to get on his nerves again.

‘You…; I think the blondes are done; We’re all too cool for fun’

It was exhausting being so bubbly especially since it had been months since you put on this disposition mask.

'A nap would be nice right now’ you thought to yourself as you waited outside the boy’s gym. Yachi had accidentally left behind her notes and you remember how she talked about being the manager of the boy’s volleyball club. When you arrived it didn’t seem like anyone was in the gym so you assumed you had just arrived there before her somehow. The weight on your eyelids had grown heavier throughout the day, 'I’m sure a second won’t hurt..’ it didn’t take long for you to pass out on those steps.

’I go blue when I’ve had; A break at home to breathe’

Dreams of old friends were interrupted with gentle whispers and the feeling of being stared at.

“What should we do?”

“I don’t know what to do!”

“Well, we can’t just leave her here.”

“Kageyama what are you doing!?” the whisper yells came to a stop as your eyes fluttered open. Kneeling before you with a blank face, Kageyama gave a small wave.

“Hmm… Kageyama? Hinata? wh-where’s Yachi?” you rubbed your eye as you mumbled. Kageyama lent his hand to you and helped you to your feet.

“Yachi? what Do you mean?” Hinata scratched his head with an eyebrow lifted.

“She said she was the manager of the boys’ volleyball team and she left behind some notes in the class we shared… So I thought I’d catch her here at their practice, but when I walked in I didn’t see anyone,” you explained. Hinata furrowed his brows in confusion,

“You must have walked in while we were in the closet because we’ve been here the whole time. Right, Kageyama?” his tall friend nodded in agreement, “Also.. we didn’t have practice today. Kageyama and I came here to practice on our day off.”

“Here, that way you can know are volleyball schedule and not pass out on the steps again.” Kageyama handed you a piece of paper that neither you nor Hinata knew where it came from.

“Thank you, Kageyama. That’s very sw-” a glimpse of the setting sun glinted off a window of the gym. Fear quickly set in,

“How long have I been here?”

“Well if you’ve been there as long as we have been practicing I’d say a pretty long while.” Hinata chuckled. Knots tied themselves in your stomach. Your heart dropped when you realized that the eye that caught the glint should have been covered. You dropped your head and scrambled up your stuff.

“Ah, heh… Ah.. thank you for waking me. I-I have to go."

Before either boy had a chance to stop you, you hurry away. The same thought rattles around your brain repeatedly, getting louder each time.

'oh no, Oh no, Oh No, OH No, OH NO’ the stomach knots had knots and they flipped and turned. Your heartfelt like it was going to burst out of your chest. 'Faster, faster, I have to get home faster’ you chanted in your head wishing you could go fast enough you run back in time.

All those hurry'n'go feelings rushed out of your body the moment you made it to your front door. After a few deep breaths, you walked in as casually as you could.

"Ah. Y/n, sweetie, you’re home.” Your mother’s voice was strangely gentle and calm. “Did you enjoy your first day of school?” She asks, smiling ever so sweetly. A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead as you thought,

'Something’s not right… She’s so calm and I came home late.’

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Gain a few friends?”

“Yes, ma'am” she rose from her seat after you answered. It was terrifying how sweet she was being but perhaps you were overthinking it.

“Good. How about your after school piano lesson? How did that go?” You knew you forgot something you were supposed to do. You cracked a smile and lied,

“Good, I was able to show him what I already knew how to do and we discussed possible concert pieces.” That sickenly sweet smile stretched and curled wickedly,

“Oh Y/n you never cease to amaze me.” Your mind ran rampant

'But I never make her happy, WAIT-’ but it was too late. A firm hand swiftly backhanded you, the force of it nearly knocking you over.

“Did you really think you could lie to me!? Your female piano coach called me and said you had missed practice today!!” She hissed. You kept head down and your hands at your sides. You knew better than to try and hold where it hurt. She slammed her hands on the table while she spoke, “Did you spend it with those new friends you made? Huh!?” She quickly made her way to you and gripped your face with one hand, forcing you to meet her fiery gaze. “LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU BRAT! Did you or did you not spend your practice time with those new friends of yours?” Her roaring words were like nails on a chalkboard. You cursed your body for shaking.

“N-no, ma'am. I wanted to return these notes to the girl who showed me around today. She the, she’s the volleyball manager the boys a-and so I went to the gym. But when I went to the gym no one was there, I thought I just got there before her and so, and so, and so I sat outside the gym to wait for her. I accidentally dozed off, I didn’t even realize I had. I swear ma'am, I swear that’s what I did.” You fumbled out a trainwreck of a confession. She let go of your face and turned around without a single sound uttered.

A minute of unbearable silence passed between you two. You knew better but still, you dared to call her, “ma'am?”. She spins around with fury in her eye,

“That had better be the truth. You remember why we moved right? Right? Because you thought friends were more important than your education, piano practices, and Concerts. Don’t let that happen again. We’ve done it twice already and we’ll do it again. Understood?” You nod your head quickly. Your mother sighs, “go let your mut in and go to bed. No dinner for you tonight. Get out of my sight you mistake and miserable excuse for a human being" She waved her hand dismissively and you felt like you couldn’t have left quicker. Once you made it to your room with your dog, you broke. Tears poured furiously from your eyes. Your dog nuzzled his way under your arms to comfort you. A few hours of crying later and you finally had enough energy to move again. After giving your dog some reassuring pats you picked up Yachi’s notes. As you moved them to your desk a familiar piece of paper fell from notes. It was the paper Kageyama had given you. To your surprise and amusement, instead of a volleyball practice schedule, it was a phone number.

'Smooth, Kageyama, Smooth.’ You thought to yourself with your mouth curling up half a smile. You folded the paper back up and shoved it into your jacket pocket.

Normally you would have played on the keyboard to help calm you but you didn’t want to test your mother. So, you slipped off your shoes and socks before you grabbed your headphones. You opened your window and crawled onto the roof above it. The stars above clearly much happier than you twinkled brightly. The cool and fresh night air filled your lungs. There was just something different about the air at night. It made you want to breathe. You tiptoe away from the edge of the house so as not to tempt yourself and laid down on the rooftop. You took your phone and Kageyama’s number out.

[What a clever way to give a girl your number.] That half-smile reappeared on your face.

[Who is this?]

[Y/n silly. What do you give your number to strangers all day?]

[No]

[Didn’t think so.] Minutes passed as you stared at the stars above. [You don’t text much do you]

[It’s distracting when I have homework]

[Hmm, then how about this?] You called the number. The call must have surprised him because he almost missed the chance to answer.

"Why did you call?” The confusion in his voice was adorable. That half-smile stretching into a full one.

“Well this way you can respond faster and you don’t have to stop to type your answer out.” Your words were softly spoken to hide the croakiness.

“…fine.” Kageyama paused, “S-so.. are you in like the smart classes, like Yachi?”

And that’s how your friendship with Kageyama started.

Most of your nights the past three weeks had been staring at the stars and talking to Kageyama on the phone. During lunches, you would hang out with Yachi, Hinata, and Kageyama and help tutor them. Eventually, you managed to convince your mom to let you “study” with Yachi when finished with the piano practice since the boys would, without fail, still be practicing. Today you woke up on the roof next to your phone still on the call with Kageyama. An ache ran over your back as you sat up. The sun, just barely poking its head above the horizon line, painted the sky with purple, pink, and scarlet clouds. It took your breath away. You took a picture but the phone could never do justice to what you saw in person. The sudden urge to play the piano took over like strings on a puppet and guided you back into the house. Even though you had a keyboard in your room and the grand piano in the living room the imaginary strings around your wrists pulled you to the school. With uniform on, and food in your system you were ready to go. Your back still hated you but it was worth the amazing sleep you had gotten. By the time those strings were pulling you out the door, half the sky had been overtaken by a soft field of clouds.

'Too bad it looked like it was going to be sunny all day.’ you shrugged it off.

To your surprise, Kageyama and Hinata were arriving at the same time you were.

“Y/n!!!” The bright hair boy shouted upon seeing you. You smiled and skipped over to them.

“Good Morning boys~” your voice rose and dipped like a melody at the tip of your tongue.

“Y/n, what are you doing here early? Do you have piano practice in the mornings now?” Kageyama raised an eyebrow in confusion. The three of you continued to walk with you following them. You shook your head and giggled,

“I should be asking you the same thing, Kageyama. You two are here awfully early.”

He looked at you as if you were stupid.

“Kageyama and I like to practice in the morning. Tanaka usually unlocks the gym for us but it looks like he’s late today.” Hinata interjected. Kageyama ignored his short friend,

“You didn’t answer my first question.”

“Nothing slips past you does it?” You jokingly elbowed him, “I don’t know, I guess I just really wanted to get some morning practice in too.” your fingers twitched, your body itching to be in front of those black and white keys that bring meaning to your existence.

“Do you mind if we join since it looks like we aren’t practicing?” his request threw you off, a fellow student wanted to hear you play? No, you couldn’t. Could you?

“Kageyama I think you broke them.” Hinata waved his hand in front of your unblinking eyes. Suddenly you jump up taking a hold of Kageyama’s hand in both of yours,

“Of course you can! Mother says the only ones who should hear me play is those who pay, but what she doesn’t know won’t kill her.” you tugged him forward as you turned to walk into the school.

You regretted moving so awkwardly as aches immediately hit your back.

“Agh… I do not suggest falling asleep on your roof.” you joke pausing for a moment to arch your back in an attempt to pop your back.

“You what!? Did you really fall asleep on your roof talking to me!?” Kageyama slipped his hand out of yours. You giggled and scratched the back of your neck,

“Maybe?” His eyes narrowed and his arms crossed over one another.

“You were on the phone all night together?” Hinata chuckled, “when did you give Kags your number?” Those piercing eyes moved their gaze to the tangerine boy. Hinata jumped back with arms up defensively.

“For your information, I gave her my number.” Red lightly adorned the tall boy’s cheeks.

A smirk tugged at your lips. You stood on the very tips of your toes and wrapped your arm around Kageyama,

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your jealous Pibsquek.” You teased, “wouldn’t you agree, Kageyama?” His lips formed a smirk as he chuckled and nodded in agreement. You enjoyed running from the raging Hinata, dragging Kageyama with you. It didn’t take long to reach the piano room since it was close to the gym. You took your seat at the piano while Kageyama kept Hinata off you. Their bickering was quickly silence by the dulcent melody of Bach floating through their ears. You hands worked the keys and moved as if they were light as feathers.

“Prelude in C… major” Kageyama muttered while listening.

“Wooow~” Hinata purred in awe. The two were enraptured by the music. “You’re amaz-"

"Shh” Kageyama lifts his finger to his lips so that the only sound was the beauty your hands were making.

Kageyama thanked you for the song and dragged Hinata off to class. It was nice playing what you wanted for who you wanted for once. The song may have been overplayed amongst pianists but the simplicity of playing from memory filled you with joy. The energy from getting a good night’s sleep, relieving the itch to play, and getting the chance to have your friends see you play left you more bubbly than ever. Your fingers itched to play again for ears of your choice. Disobeying your mom in a subtle way that had low risk of her finding out was exciting to say the least. You happily skipped through the day. During lunch Yachi had noted how giggly and more talkative you were today. The boys agreed with her but quickly returned to their tutor work. It seemed like the day flew by.

'Is this what people mean by time flies by when you’re having fun?’ You pondered whilst making your way to the practice room.

Through the window you could see that the clouds have overtaken the sky, however, your smile did not falter. Your piano coach requested to meet you through facetime to avoid driving through a possible storm.

'How silly, it’s not going to rain, let alone storm.’ You shook your head chuckling to yourself, 'there maybe clouds in the sky but it does not mean rain will fall from them.’ You were horribly mistaken. In the middle of the second movement of Moonlight Sonata when violent thunder erupted from outside the school. You jumped at the sound and played a note wrong but quickly went back to playing.

“Y/n. Y/N!” Your coach screamed through the phone. “I’m going to call it good. You are playing beautifully and are completely concert ready. Please go home and get some rest.” She told you once you paused your playing. You thanked her and ended the call. The second the call ended lighting struck nearby. The sudden light, uproarious sound, and shaking of the ground sent violent shivers down you spine. A loud shriek escaped your lips.

'Just play… play louder than the storm.’ You reassured yourself. Passionate and fear powered key strokes played a melody that rang out through the halls of the school. Visiously fighting back the sounds of thunder and lightning with the reverberant melody of Moonlight sonata the third movement. By the end of the song you were left huffing and puffing. Another loud and bright lightning strike hits a powerline just outside the school causing the lights to go out. Once again you shriek. Your body crumpled and crawled under the piano. Shoulder, arms, legs, you name it it’s shaking. Quiet sobs and tears escaped. Your body flinched with ever flash of light.

It felt like hours before anyone had noticed you in that room but really only a few minutes had passed by.

“Y/n! Y/n!!” A familiar voice urged. You didn’t budge. Just as quick as You could hear things being moved around it stopped. Gentle hands wrapped a jacket around your balled up form and pulled you closer to who ever the familiar voice belonged to. The arms hesitated to pull your balled up form into an embrace. “It’s Kageyama. Don’t freak out.” The familiar voice whispered. Soon enough you felt his arms lift you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. Another loud clash and rumble of thunder echoes through the halls. You yipped and tightened your wrap around Kageyama. With one arm underneath you for support his free hand gently stroked your hair. It was as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch you. “Daichi, can you get her bag?” Kageyama asked someone else in the room. You did not dare to open your eyes les face the lightning with your bare eyes. Soon enough the three of you were in the gym.

“Daichi, Kageyama!! Did you see the big lightning!? That was scary, the way it took out the power pole. It went BOOSH!!” This voice was pretty easy to identify, Hinata.

“Hinata you idiot! Shut up!!” Kageyama hushed while trying not to yell in your ear. Two gasps with steps coming close quickly followed.

“Is that Y/n?” A gentle female voice that you presumed was Yachi.

“Is Y/n okay!?” Hinata whined.

“She’s fine! Would you two back off, give her space jeez.” Kageyama chided the two for hovering. A few other familiar voices spoke while Kageyama sat down. He his arms wrapped around you letting you just relax.

“It’s coming down pretty hard out there and when Kageyama and I check inside there wasn’t anybody there."

"Well we can stay here for a little bit. I’m sure it’ll clear up in a little bit.”

“Daichi you lied, There was somebody. Kageyama’s girlllfriend~.”

“We’re just friends!”

“Semantics Tsukishima. It’s not what important right now.”

“Your captain has a point. You all need to make calls to your parents and get rides home if it doesn’t lighten up within the next two hours” the other people in the room conversed. Their voices slowly faded away as you began to fall under sheep’s control. After the storm eased up you woke from your slumber. You returned Kageyama’s jacket and left once your mother arrived. You managed to send a tired thank you text before passing out on your bed.

*¾ of the school year later*

’I used to crave a getaway; Now I don’t wanna leave’

Over the year, you and Kageyama had gotten closer but had no time to hang out outside of school due to your mother. Still you enjoyed watching the boys practice and even volunteering to help when Kageyama and Hinata would stay after. Unfortunately, the past two nights the boys had practiced pretty late into the evening. This was only because you fell asleep when everyone was there and no one bothered to wake you. By this point, it was pretty normal for you to study for half the practice and take a nap during the other half. The sound of scuffling feet on the wood and the pounding of the ball against arms and the floor would normally frighten you, reminding you of thrown items at walls. Yet here it was weirdly soothing. Both nights you had failed to study at all during the practice. Your mother of course never failed to remind you of the upcoming three back to backtests. You knew you should have stayed home those days instead of going to volleyball practice but it was so peaceful away from mother, you couldn’t help it.

It was roughly two in the morning when you woke up. Freaking out over not studying you bolted out of bed to your desk. Much like the boys’ volleyball practice, time flew by. Before you knew it the alarm to wake you pierced your ears. You of course had to take a moment to calm yourself after the startling noise.

'Damn’ you cursed as you got ready for the day. Needless to say, the walk to school felt like walking to your personal noose.

'God… I’m so tired..’ sleep stilled hovered over you like a ghost with unfinished business. You were used to feeling tired but it had been a while since the feeling was so strong. It seems everyone else could see you struggling too.

“Good morning Y/n! Oh.. are you okay?” Yachi greeted you. Just barely managing to give her half of a smile,

“Of course! Wh-why wouldn’t I be?” You tried but even someone half-deaf could hear the tired hidden behind the bubbly front you put up.

“Probably because you fell asleep during all of practice and my guess is you woke up in the middle of the night freaked out about the tests and couldn’t go back to sleep,” Kageyama stated as he arrived with Hinata.

“How do you know about the tests?” You raised a brow.

“Yachi has been talking about them during lunch,” He explained wide awake. You, on the other hand, were fighting the urge to pass out,

“Oh.. right.”

“Here.” He handed you an orange-flavored juice box. Without a second thought, you took it. “We should get to class Hinata. Good luck.” He patted your head and left with the hyper boy.

You sipped from the juice as you fought to keep your eyes open. You pursued your lips and scratched your head. The page looked like hieroglyphics at this point. You would have to read a question repeatedly before finally registering what it said.

'Why are there letters in math.. isn’t math hard enough already'

'Wait what is seven plus two? OH COME ON THAT’S THE BABY STUFF HOW CAN I FORGET THAT!?’

'Who writes this stuff!? What kind of grammar is that!?’

'This is so dumb.. wait… did I miss a question? Damn now my answers are all off by one!’

'That can’t be grammatically correct… can it?’

'That.. that can’t be lab safe.’

'Wait did that say what I think it said?’ Frustrated thoughts circled your brain. Even problems that you normally don’t have to put any thought into were irritating. Thus you were stuck in a loop of getting frustrated, knowing that getting frustrated won’t help, getting frustrated at getting frustrated.

The lunch bell was like angels singing. The sweet release from daunting tests. Sleep had backed off, now hovered in the shadows. You figured it was thanks to the orange juice Kageyama gave you.

“Hey Y/n, why don’t we go outside for lunch today?” Yachi offered, you nodded and followed absent-mindedly. Soon enough Hinata joined the two of you on the way outside. Unsurprisingly Kageyama was found getting milk from the vending machine. The boys make conversation with Yachi while you occasionally nod your head like you’re paying attention. Eventually the boys sat on the ground leading to you and Yachi following suit. You practically stumble to the ground as you plan yourself behind Kageyama and lean you back against his. He turns slightly,

“Mm-mmm, don’t move.” You begged just wanting to rest. The trio continued with their conversation. When it neared time for the bell to ring the trio worried you had passed out.

“Is she asleep?” You weren’t, you just didn’t have the energy to move. You shook your head.

“Y/n?” They called. You groaned knowing you had to move soon. This must have alarmed or worried Kageyama because he turned. With the support removed and lack of energy you fell bracing for the worse. Fortunately whatever you landed on was soft and very clearly not the hard ground.

“Kageyama! Be careful!” Hinata’s and Yachi’s voices wavered. Come to find out, the landing pad was Kageyama’s legs. The bell rang out and you sat up. You stretched as you yawned.

“Thank you for letting me use you for support Kags.” Kageyama nodded. It seemed he was at a loss for words. You staggered your way to your feet and went class.

The day crept by ever so slowly but it did eventually end. The last thing you could remember before waking up was watching the boys practice. You couldn’t remember falling asleep let alone bringing something to cover you like a blanket and yet you woke up with something over you. At first, you weren’t sure what was covering you but it was warm so you pulled it tighter around you.

“You do it, I’m not gonna do it.”

“What? why me!?”

“You’re closer to her, plus it’s your jacket on her. It’s almost like she’s your girlfriend~”

“She’s not- agh.. she’s not my girlfriend!”

“Yeah but you wish she was!”

“Dumbass… I’ll get you back for this, Hinata” you heard the boys bickered in whispers but you didn’t open your eyes. You felt arms slip under you and lift you up.

“Kageyamaaa! What are you doing!?"

"Shhh, Hinata you idiot. You’re going to wake her.”

“Isn’t that what you were supposed to be doing!?”

“I decided not to. I’ll wake her when we’re almost at her house. You should go, she isn’t far from the school but it’s the opposite way from our route.” They continue to fight in hushed voices.

When you finally found the strength to open the cement walls that were your eyelids it was just you and Kageyama.

'Damn… I passed out again.’ was the first thought to cross your mind. Kageyama’s eyes drop down to yours,

“You’re awake.” You nodded your head. “Then we can pick up where we left off on our last call, right?” He suggested.

“I suppose so.” You mumbled.

“Why do you avoid talking about why you moved here? The subject of moving seems to disturb you in general, does it perhaps have to do with some of the things your parents have done?”

“Hm? Moving?” You hummed a little, “my parents use it as punishment when I go out ov-line, like choosing friends-over piano. Mmm-summers usually went somethin like this,” some words melded together in this tired state. “I was stuck at home for some months; I didn’t love myself; Before we sold-out shows; Before I needed help…. Kageyama?”

“Yes Y/n?”

“I don’t think I deserve to have friends… but you make me-fell good and not ver-tired all th-time. Promise I won’t loose you?"

"I promise”

“Good then never say goodbye 'cause goodbye means leaving and leaving means forgetting…” you finished that and mumbled nonsense as sleep took hold of you once more.

Your eyes flutter open and land on the clock.

'Ten minuets till I have to get up… better than waking up late’ you figured and stretched yourself awake. Aside from being tired your morning went similar to yesterday. You met up with Yachi and Kageyama showed up with an orange juice box. The worry of having to face the scores of your tests was the debby-downer of the day. In fact you were so worried that you hadn’t caught Kageyama talking about being offered dinner last night after dropping you off. While in your first class and sipping your juice, you replayed the morning in your head. It wasn’t until you were halfway through class that it hit you,

'WAIT DINNER!? SHE ASKED HIM TO STAY FOR DINNER!?’. Your mind was racing wondering what your mother could have possibly been planning. 'What did she say to him? Oh god.. what did he say to her? He knows a lot now and he wasn’t happy to hear it. I doubt anyone would but oh god… why dinner!?’ You racked your brain for answers but there were just too many possibilities. It certainly didn’t help to find out all three tests came out as high C’s. You tried your darndest to focus in class but would inevitably end up stuck on the same thought, 'what happened last night’.

The lunch bell was like the starting shot to a horse race. You ran from your classroom to the vending machine by the gym. As usual, Kageyama had just arrived to get his milk. Your mind was running rampant with new possibilities and scenarios it was impossible to mask how you were feeling.

’I never wanted to be thinking this loud; I never asked about the when, why or how; I wanted privacy, routine and everything between; While they’re just finding me out; I never wanted to be thinking this loud'

The moment he looked at you, you sprinted at him. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into an embrace as you two fell to the ground.

“Y- Y/N you are being so weird today!!” He groaned.

“I- I… why did she ask you two stay for dinner, Kageyama? What happened last night!?” You voice wobbled and your whole body shook. Kageyama sighed, wrapped a supporting arm around you, and sat the both of you up.

“Is that why you are acting strange?” You didn’t speak, just squeezed him once. “She invited me for dinner and a ride home. It felt rude to decline so I took up the offer. We talked about how I’m your best friend and how Yachi and Hinata are friends as well.”

“And..?”

“Upon my asking, she told me about how your family for generations the firstborn was always male and always played the piano. You really are the outcast… but that’s okay because that’s something you and Karasuno have in common. We’re the underdogs too.”

“You’re getting off track again”

“..listen all we did was talk. She got to know about me and volleyball. I got to know a little bit about your family.” You pulled away from the hug,

“She didn’t try to threaten you? Or-or tell you to stay away from me? Oh dear” you gasp, “she didn’t try to hurt you at all did she?” He gently held your face in both of his hands and stared into your eyes.

“I don’t lie, especially not to you Y/n. I find it useless. So believe me when I say nothing happened. I brought you home, set you in your bed, discussed meaningless things over dinner, and went home.” You wanted to believe that honeyed voice of his but the bad feeling in your stomach told you not to. It was clear that pressing him for answers wasn’t going to work so you gave up. You gave him a quick hug and helped each other up. The two of you joined your friends for the rest of the lunch like nothing had happened.

The moment the last bell rang you stormed your way home. You skipped piano practice, you needed answers and Kageyama wasn’t giving them. Your mother sat at the kitchen table with some paperwork. She didn’t even bother to look at you,

“Skipping piano practice? Bold move. Although, I’m not sure I can say I’m surprised given your recent actions." An irritated sigh slipped from her clenched jaw.

"Why did you invite him to dinner last night?” When met with silence you clenched your fist. Anger danced about your fear ridden body. As furious as you were standing up to your mother was still terrifying. “Answer me!” You barked.

“Do you know what you got on your tests? The ones I so kindly reminded you about all week.”

“You’re avoiding my question” Mother snapped her piercing gaze up to yours leaving you frozen.

“How about I am your mother and I’ll decide where this conversation goes. So tell me do you know what you got on your tests?” She hissed.

“…High C’s ma'am” though you hesitated your gaze did not drop from hers.

“High or low, you know the rules. If you want the privilege of friends nothing can be below a high B.” Her eyes dropped back to the papers.

“I-.."

"As for the Toby Kagnam boy or whatever his name was, I want you to stay away from him. You have no use for dating relationships let alone the time for them. This next week I want you to come straight home and start packing. Our concert will be in Tokyo, and then we are leaving for England.” Your gaze cascaded to the floor as she spoke. You clenched your jaw and your balled up fists began to shake. You furrowed your brows.

“Your concert…” you muttered.

“What was that?” Your mother once again hissed. Her brows raised and eyes widened when met with the fire held behind your eyes.

“It’s your concert. I didn’t choose to do this concert or this music. All of the profit our family receives from the concert goes to you!” You argued. An eery scowl formed on your mother’s face. You narrowed your flaming arrows for eyes. “You set these insane expectations for me and when I don’t meet them you put in extreme punishments! You have moved me three times because you’re paranoid that if I get too close to people their going to see what a terrible mother I have.” Your arms flew about wildly much like the lid on your emotions. “You insult and degrade me constantly and still expect me to respect and listen to you! You make everything sound like it’s for the better of the family but really it’s all about you” adrenaline pumped through your body.

’I guess the blondes are done with fun’ You thought while you paused.

“It doesn’t matter what you do to me as long as it’s all about you.” You growled as the sound of your mother’s grinding teeth got louder.

’I think the blondes are done; we’re all too cool for fun’ You marched closer to the table, “and that boy” you sneered “is named Tobio Kageyama. He is the closest friend I’ve made here, and honestly I wish he was my boyfriend. 'Cause he is sweet, accepts me for who I am and what I look like, and cares for me a hell of a lot more than you ever have or tried to. But you probably know that since you asked him to stay for dinner. He probably said some stuff you didn’t like and that’s why you want to move and for me to stay away from him.” The fiery arrows behind your eyes shot through your mother’s soul as molten poisonous hatred dripped from you words.

"Get out.“ Your mother hissed but you stood your ground. She slammed her fists on the table, "Get out of this house now!” She swiped all the papers infront of her off the table. You scoffed before turning around

“Can’t even swallow your pride and come up with an apology.” Upon reaching the doorway a mug crashes against the wall next to you. In fear of being in the face by the next thing thrown you didn’t look back while exiting. You slam the door behind you and stormed off to highschool.

Luckily for you the boys we’re still practicing. You sat in you normal spot and watched. Later when it was just Hinata, Kageyama, and you they offered for you to join.

“You look like you need to let off steam and practice always helps Kageyama and I” Hinata explained so you shrugged and figured why not. After teaching you how to properly spike, Hinata stepped back and let Kageyama set. Although it wasn’t Hinata powerful, your spikes weren’t that bad. An hour of practicing with the boys they call it quits. You sighed,

“I suppose this means I need to go home now.” Kageyama’s eyebrows slanted up and furrowed together as worry glazed over his ocean eyes. The brows relaxed and sparkles sat atop his worry ridden eyes.

“You can hang out with me. I’m sure my mom will be fine with driving you home when you want to go."

"Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.” He extended his hand out to you, “so?” You stare at his hand for a moment. What you wanted was clear in your head but whether or not it was what you should do was foggy. With a small smile you took his hand and walked with him.

“Fine. She doesn’t want me home right now anyways” You squeezed his hand lightly. Hinata furrowed his brows,

“What do you mean?” Kageyama raised his hand like he was going to smack the tangerine boy.

“It’s fine Kags. My mom and I just fought and she needs time to cool off that’s all.” You reassured the poor boy. For most of the walk Hinata did all the talking. It wasn’t until Hinata was gone that you and Kageyama actually decided to talk.

"How do you practice everyday like that and not get tired.“ You whined.

"I suppose my love for volleyball helps.” He shrugged. You laughed and he arched an eyebrow.

“Through the power of love and friendship you shall overcome this fatigue!” You teased. He narrowed his eyes and picked you up and twirled around.

“Ah no!” You giggle, “put me down. I take it back, I take it back!” He set you down and joined your laughter. For a moment the world disappeared. There was nothing but you, Kageyama, and this moment you were sharing. After the two of you finished you laugh he lifted your chin. Waves butterflies fluttered in your stomach when met with a genuine smile and caring eyes.

“I was worried I couldn’t make you smile,” his hand slipped back to his side. “I know you will tell me what happened when you’re ready but I want you to remember that I’m here for you. I know I’m not very good at this whole shoulder to cry on thing but I want to be for you.” He confessed. Those butterflies quickly turned to crows. Your insides twisted and churned as the crows tried to scratch their way out.

“I-.. I don’t know what to say Kags,” you turned your face away and rubbed the back of your neck.

'What have I done.. I- I got too close…’ you cursed in your head. May god smite you before he ever sees the shame on your face from being afraid. The world snapped back into place around you. Kageyama quickly took your hand into his and began to walk. He gave your hand a squeeze,

“I-It’s oak- oaky- aye-… okay. You don’t have to say anything.” The worry in his voice killed you.

'I’m such an idiot.’ Your thoughts were engulfed by your mother’s voice going on about how she was right and how you’ll do nothing but hurt those around you.

Ruff, Ruff-Ruff. Hearty barks came from ahead you. To your surprise there sat, with a waging tail, your dog.

“KARMA! What are you doing here sweetness!?” You exclaimed as you hand slipped out of Kageyama’s. The two of you ran to the dogs side.

“This is your dog?” Kageyama pet the pretty pooch. You nodded your head as you furiously dialed your mother’s number.

“Yeah. Karma couldn’t have gotten out on her own though. Can you watch her? I’m not going anywhere but I don’t want to loose her while I’m on the phone.” You waited for you mom to answer.

“What do you want pest?” She sneered upon answering.

“You let Karma out!? You know how dangerous that is!!”

“Come home. We’re leaving tonight.” Fury coursed through you body,

“No! I’m going to stay here, I’m sure Kageyama’s family can lend an extra room for a while.”

“Strike one. If you don’t come home I will send her to the pound labeled as agressive”

“You can’t do that! Even if you did they’d see she was a sweet and kind dog long before a bad family tried to adopt her.”

“Strike two. Y/n, I’m getting impatient. Here’s what’s going to happen if you don’t come home, first I’m going to call the cops and tell them you ran away and that I know where your at. Then I’m going to claim that you are in danger due to a deranged stray mutt stalking the streets.” Your guts twisted and flipped with every new detail. “When I find you I’m going to charge Kageyama’s family with kidnapping-”

“You can’t do that!”

“YES! I CAN! By law I can charge them with kidnapping even though you went to them willingly. Finally when I tell them I found you I will approach you in an agressive way and one of two things will happen. Karma is such a good little pest that she wont be able to help protecting you. So, one she bites me or two you go to stop her and she bites you by accident. Either way that mutt will get put down for biting.” Your heart dropped and hopelessness set it. What could you do? She had you wrapped around her finger at this point. “Now we wouldn’t want to ruin you boy toy’s or that runt you call dog’s life, would we?” Tears formed in your eyes. You guts untwisted and faded from existence leaving an empty hole inside of you.

“N-no.. no ma'am.” Is all you could mutter. A chilling chuckle came from the other end of the call.

“Come home.”

“Yes ma'am,” the phone call ended.

’No plastic or paper can take her or make her; Shake from the fact she’s my world devastator’

"Y/n?“ Kageyama walked to your side and Karma nudged your hand.

"I… have to go.” You didn’t even have the energy to lift your head or look at him. You walked away with Karma and Kageyama following you.

“Y/n you can’t be serious. What did she say. I’m sure we can prove what she does to you. Y/n! Are you even listening. You can’t give up! We can find a way!!!” He begged and persisted. It hurt to ignore, but this was going to hurt more.

“SHUT UP TOBIO!” You screamed, “Just give it a rest! There isn’t anything anyone can do, especially you! So just leave me alone and forget about me!” Tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Y-Y/n..” it hurt to hear and see the pain in him.

“I shouldn’t have gotten so close to you.. my mother was right, I will always hurt those closest to me. You are the only person I love and the best thing that’s happened to me. You will find someone better than me and that’s a good thing because… I have to go.” Your chest felt like it was going collapse on itself. You almost couldn’t say it but you knew you had to,

“G-… goodbye Tobio Kageyama." You spun around and walked away.

’You… I think the blondes are done; We’re all too cool for fun’

~The End~

#tw: abusive parent #tw abuse #cw abuse #cw abusive parent #tw abusive parent #tw threats #cw threats #tw verbal assault #cw verbal assault #tw manipulation #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader

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Arkos Pregnancy Au

here it is folks. What started out as a way of making me feel less depressed spiralled out into this beautiful au.

are you ready??? (also please keep in mind that I only did some research into pregnancy so if something is wildly inaccurate its because I'm lazy)

Pyrrha knows almost immediately. because she’s so athletic and eats healthy, when she begins to feel tired and nauseous she tells Jaune that she must be getting sick not to worry him.

One day Nora is over for lunch and so when Pyrrha books it to toilet Nora grabs her a test from the nearest pharmacy

Pyrrha immediately starts to freak out because they had not been planning this at all they are so not ready to be parents “Nora I had a glass of wine today what was I thinking” Nora is trying to tell her that nobody could be better parents than her and Jaune. She pours Pyrrha’s wine into her own glass claiming that she’s now “drinking for two”

Nora stays with Pyrrha till Jaune gets home, his arms full of groceries. Nora keeps calling him Pops on her way out. When Pyrrha tells him he drops the groceries and runs to her lifting her into the air because he’s always wanted a family and he’s just so damn happy and she’s so happy that he’s happy and their both happy and crying and the groceries are still all over the floor. Jaune has to go back to the store to grab a new carton of milk

Jaune, having been there for 4 of his sister’s births is the expert at dealing with pregnancy.

He wants her to stop going on hunts immediately, arguing he is making enough teaching at Beacon/going on hunts to support them both until after the baby is born. The deal they make is that she will take it easy and take less dangerous jobs that keep her close to beacon until the morning sickness kicks in, she keeps doing photo shoots and sponsorships and the occasional exhibition match. (the press eats up the pregnancy) They have a fight one time when Pyrrha comes home from a hunt with Nora that was supposed to be clean with some cuts and bruises. He doesn’t speak to Nora for a couple days until Pyrrha knocks some sense into him. She knows he’s just worried but she doesn’t put up with that.

Nora and Ren are over almost constantly (if it was up to Nora she would be there 24/7 but Ren makes sure that Jaune and Pyrrha get their privacy knowing that Pyrrha won’t send her away and Jaune doesn’t want to stress Pyrrha out especially as the pregnancy progresses)

Nora will have separate conversations with Pyrrha’s baby bump. (like she will sit on the floor or whatever to be at eye level with it while Pyrrha’s doing laundry) When Jaune or Pyrrha try to say something her she just shushes them saying she’s trying to have a private conversation

Jaune gets his mom to send them his old crib (its pretty sturdy to survive 8 Arc children but Pyrrha still makes him get it repaired) Pyrrha’s mom sends them her old mobile.

the baby shower is a gong show. Nora makes it a big deal even though its just her, Pyrrha and RWBY. of course

Weiss gives her the highest end baby stuff from atlas.

Nora gives her onesies, one of them saying “I’m proof my parents had sex” and other cute baby clothes from her and Ren

Ruby gets them a stuff Beowulf for the baby

Blake gives her an herbal tea that’s is supposed to help with the pregnancyYang wanted to get them a boat load of Diapers, but Blake would not let her. She gives them a baby rattle that looks like a dumb bell (is a real thing look it up)

Yang wanted to get them a boat load of Diapers, but Blake would not let her. She gives them a baby rattle that looks like a dumb bell (is a real thing look it up)

Of course, Sun and Neptune are offended that they weren’t invited and send Jaune a diaper changing survival kit (noes plugs, goggles and rubber gloves and tongs)

Pyrrha craves the weirdest grosses food. like she’ll make Jaune get her pickles with peanut butter at 3 am because of her weird cravings but he’ll do it.

her semblance becomes extra sensitive because of out of whack emotions. like if she gets really irritated or sad anything metal starts to rattle (she stays out of the kitchen for obvious reasons). Jaune’s reflexes get really good.

speaking of an emotional pregnant Pyrrha, SHE CRIES AT ANYTHING

Jaune will come home and she will be crying watching a pet food commercial. The first time it happened he almost shit himself because he woke up from a nap one day and she had tears streaming down her face. When he asked her what was wrong she simply started sobbing about a feel-good news story. Jaune still shits himself a little bit but he finds it so endearing.

Jaune 100% cries at the first sonogram when they first see the heart beat. Honestly, he’s just so happy and so in love (god now I’m gonna cry)

The bigger Pyrrha gets the more protective Jaune gets. Obvi

When they make the big announcement Jaune gets a text from yang saying “Congrats on the sex Arc” and a thumbs up emoji

being the fall maiden Pyrrha obviously has nightmares even though Salem and Cinder were dealt with years ago. sometimes she’ll wake up screaming and she’s scared that she’s putting the baby in danger. Jaune of course just holds her tightly reassuring her that nothing is going to happen to her or the baby. he promises her that he would never let anything happen to their child. she just clings to him those nights. he keeps one hand in her hair and the other against her growing baby bump telling her funny stories from his students until she falls asleep.

Jaune is trying to keep both Arc and Nikos parents at bay. Momma Arc shows up the day after they tell them with casseroles and Jaune’s baby album full of information about arc babies (some real nitty gritty stuff that makes Jaune go beat red). Jaune is still in his pumpkin Pete boxers and an old Beacon shirt and Pyrrha is still asleep. Momma Nikos video calls every day and it takes both Pyrrha and Jaune to convince her parents not to visit till after the birth.

Jaune still curses the day that Pyrrha gave his mother her mother’s contact info cause “Pyrrha they are stronger together you have created a monster”

Mamma Nikos originally wanted the child born in Mistral in the Nikos house (cause you know they rich af) but Pyrrha convinces her mother that she and Jaune both want the baby born in Vale and no they cannot get the time off to spend months in Mistral. (its more of Mom Nikos not wanting to miss her only child (who she almost lost) give birth but she sees stressed and tired both Pyrrha and Jaune are and backs off)

One night at like 4 am Pyrrha starts getting Braxton hicks and Jaune thinks is go time and gets her to the hospital in record time only to hear that she’s not in labour. He’s so tired that he bursts out laughing. falls asleep immediately when they get back.

Pyrrha is a fierce nester. She cleans EVERYTHING in their house. From scrubbing both their armour with a tooth brush “Jaune its the best way to get into the nooks and crannies” to cleaning under the sinks. Heaven forbid that Jaune wears his shoes indoor. he has been pushed out the house with a broom multiple times. Jaune begs Ren to give her cooking lessons because bless her heart the woman cannot cook and Jaune can’t eat one more burnt to a crisp dinner.

the baby is a week late. suffice to say Pyrrha is STRESSED OUT AND FRUSTRATED. she’s bloated, the size of an Ursa (her words) and is absolutely miserable. she wants the baby out. Jaune does anything he can to keep her comfortable (including keeping Nora and all in-laws out of the house and massaging her old Achilles heel injury) but nothing is helping.

Finally, the day arrives. Jaune is making breakfast and Pyrrha is brushing her teeth when her water breaks. of course he has to call in and get Ruby to take his class to forever fall for him. the ever so calm that was Jaune Arc master of pregnancy is gone. back is the old Jaune Arc who is freaking out on the way the hospital. he calls Ren and Nora as well as in-laws while Pyrrha is being examined by the doctors. Jaune realizes that his shirt is half tucked in and his tie loose around his neck. Thankfully Ren is able to bring over a change of clothes Pyrrha is in labour for TWENTY FOUR HOURS. During that time Jaune braids her hair so a) its not constantly in her face and in the way and b) she loves it and he knows it calms her. she takes the contractions like a champ. the first time she jokes about how its not as bad as an arrow through the chest. though around the 5th hour she’s not in such a good mood. it kills Jaune to see her in so much pain. when its time to push, Jaune had never been so thankful for his semblance cause with out it Pyrrha would have broken every bone in his hand. he gets flashbacks to the night with Pyrrha in the aura transfer chamber but at least this time he can do more than watch the door. Pyrrha in a moment of pain swears “Jaune Arc you are never touching me again”

Of course, they have a girl. Yang owes Nora $50. She has Pyrrha’s red hair but Jaune’s blue eyes. They name her Clementine. Nora is a little disappointed that she isn’t 100% a mini Nikos. Jaune jokes how’s there always next time. Pyrrha, who has just gone through a 24-hour ordeal, does not laugh. Pyrrha is immediately extremely protective of her daughter. she shoots Nora a glare that shuts her up saying that Clementine is perfect. Ren has to drag Nora out of the room to let the new family have some quiet time. She brought them balloons and the stuff Beowulf that Ruby got them.

Clementine is this tiny little person swaddled in pink just kinda squirming and making baby gurgles. She’s perfectly healthy, very strong. To Jaune and Pyrrha she’s perfect.

Pyrrha is exhausted. She falls asleep against Jaune’s chest and with Clementine in her arms. Jaune 100% cries cause both his girls are sleeping peacefully and its such a beautiful moment. he takes a picture before the nurse takes Clementine to the nursery until feeding.

soon the waiting room is full of Arcs but Jaune makes everyone wait until Pyrrha’s a little stronger until they see her/hold the baby. But he does take them to the nursery to see Clementine while Pyrrha naps. Jaune’s mom cries.

Because the birth was late, the Nikos parents are there the next day. Momma Nikos cries. Jaune and Papa Nikos give them some privacy and coffee from the cat (cause Jaune has only gotten a few hours of sleep since Pyrrha went into labour)

#text #arkos #pyrrha nikos #Jaune Arc #jnpr #rwby #rwby au #pregnancy au #jaune is crying #the mothers are crying #i am crying #you are crying #i love this so much #mod talks #i hope y'all like this #i worked really hard on it #yes i will want to draw Clementine

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