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Always Choose You
Happy 2 Years of ErodasFishTacos ♥️
Hi, my loves. Long time, no see! I am coming up on my second year of writing and wanted to celebrate with everyone.
I posted this on my patreon and wanted to share the twins with everyone. Thank you for all the support from everyone over the past two years.
I am still no longer posting regularly on here but I want to give everybody a little something ❤️
prompt: follow MLB!H and YN through nine months of pregnancy with the twins
word count: 10k+
warnings: smut, angsts, birth
Easton is 10, Cash is 8, Ezra is 6, Briar is 4 :)
I really hope you enjoy! Please let me know your thoughts!
love you all so much
isla x
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two months; eight weeks
Harry was sniffling the whole ride home.
He had managed to keep it together through the rest of the appointment but as soon as they got in the car, he lost it and was crying.
YN asked twice whether he was okay because she couldn’t quite decipher whether they were happy or not after a few minutes but Harry had just squeezed her thigh and said he was ‘okay’ even though she felt like he was breathing a bit too hard.
“Can you pull over?” YN asks a few minutes away from their house, it was all woods surrounding them as they drove up to where they were tucked away in privacy from the world.
“Of course, do you feel nauseous?” Harry answers instantly but he’s already pulling off on the side of the road - there wasn’t any houses or other cars near them.
“Get out with me for a minute,” YN says instead as she opens the passenger door, waiting until Harry walks around the car with a bit of a perplexed expression but as soon as he’s in front of her, she presses his body back against the car.
“I can’t tell for certain but I feel like your about to have a panic attack. The tears and how fast your chest is moving up and down. Are you scared that it’s twins?”
Harry squeezes his eyes shut and shudders out a shaky breath, shaking his head ‘no’ before actually mumbling, “It…I couldn’t be happier that we’re having twins. It’s a dream come true to have one more baby than we bargained for.”
“Then what is it, H?” YN frowns as she uses the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe the tears off his cheeks as they continuously run down, she hasn’t seen him like this in a long time and it was starting to make her worried.
“I…” Harry swallows harshly, avoiding her eye contact that he normally never did, “I feel like I’m having trouble breathing, I think am having a panic attack because I’m so in my head right now and I am so worried…”
“Harry,” YN replies firmly, putting her hand over his heart, “What are you worried about? The babies are healthy and growing normally -“
“S’not about the babies,” Harry shakes his head again.
“Baby, I’m not a mind-reader,” YN reminds him as she feels how fast his heart is beating, “If it’s not about the babies, then what is it about?”
Harry blinks up at her, hesitating as he wipes his face, “You. I…As soon as she said twins. I know it’s going to be so much for you and it’s not what we planned - to have two more. I didn’t even ask how you were feeling. And now I’m worrying that you felt pressured to have more children and if that leads you to resent me because of the twins.”
YN can’t help but snort out a laugh, “You’re absurd, you know that?”
Harry’s face drops into a boyish pout, “Don’t laugh at me.”
“You’re having a panic attack over something that isn’t even happeninf, H,” YN soothes, using a nicer tone as she wraps her arms around his narrow waist and nuzzles her face into his chest.
“I came to you asking for another baby, I’m sure you remember. I know you wouldn’t have minded more children but I knew you would have been okay with my decision if I didn’t want more. I want both of these babies and now I can’t picture just being pregnant with one. Please stop worry and go back to being happy about it.”
“I’m so happy,” Harry murmurs into her hair as he hugs her closer, “I can’t believe that we are going to have two more bubs running around our house. I think East, Cash, and Ezzie are going to be so excited. Briar may lose her mind not being the baby anymore.”
“Or what if she’s not the only girl too?” YN giggles because she can imagine Briar either loving a sister or having to transition to the idea of it.
“I can’t imagine it, I feel like you’re a boy mama beside her,” Harry smiles, his heart rate already going back to normal, “I love you with everything in me and more. I am so grateful for everything you do for us and continue to do. This family wouldn’t be without you.”
YN pulls back to smile back at her husband, “Do you want to have a quickie in the car before we go home?”
“Hey, I was trying to be romantic and sweet,” Harry remarks as a surprise laugh comes from his chest, his hand moving down to smack her bum lightly as if to scold her.
“So is that a no?”
“The answer to that question will never be no,” Harry’s voice drops lower, predictable as always, “Get your arse in the backseat.”
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When they get home from the doctor, Anne is sat in the backyard as all four of the children run around on the playset and sandbox, Easton and Cash chasing each other around as Briar and Ezra look to be having a tea party with their dolls and stuffies.
“Is there good news?” Anne asks hopefully as Harry and YN take a seat on the lounger next to her; the kids hadn’t spotted them quite yet.
“Mum,” Harry can’t tamper down how wide his smile is, “We’re having twins.”
Anne’s eyes widen comically before they start to water, “I’m going to have two more grandbabies? Are you pulling my leg?”
YN riffles through her purse to pull out the sonogram where baby one and two are labeled, they’re tiny and still look like little blobs but they’re there nonetheless.
“My goodness,” Anne puts a hand up to her mouth, eyes watering as she stares at the little picture in her hand, “Two more to love. I’m so happy for you two.”
Anne leans over, tugs YN into a tight hug and it feels like a flashback to when they first told her about Easton.
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YN shakily hands over the sonogram to Anne, Harry had his hand firm on her shoulder to remind that he was there.
“Look at how much he’s growing ,” Anne coos as she traces her finger over the photograph, “He’s looking so big!”
“Doctor said he looks completely healthy, labs came back and they were all as they should be,” Harry smiles proudly, his hand moving around to cradle the bump.
“You guys are so excited aren’t you,” Anne grins as she looks between the two of them - the excitement and love was obvious.
“I know we’re young but we are so excited to have this baby. We will be graduated from college and in New York for Harry. It will be a new journey but we are so incredibly happy.”
“That’s all that matters,” Anne hums as she pulls them into a strong hug, “Happy kids and a healthy grandbaby.”
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Anne quickly tucks the picture under her thigh when all the children realize their parents are home at last.
Briar crawling up onto YN’s lap and cuddles right into her chest with a whiney, “Mama, mama, mama.”
“I’m right here. We were just gone for a little, hm? Being such a good girl for nana,” YN coos as Briar blinks heavily, she was just about ready for a nap, and that girl loved her sleep.
“Daddy,” Briar lazily reaches over to tug at Harry’s shirtsleeve to get his attention before tucking herself back into the cradle of YN’s arm.
“Hi lil’ mama, I see you,” Harry leans over to kiss her forehead and smooth out a stray curl but lets out an ‘oomph’ when three rambunctious boys jump on him at the same time, “Were you three monsters good for nana?”
They all chime out a giggly ‘yes’ as they cling on their father, excited both their parents are home with them.
“Alright, m’going to give you three a head start. I’m going to count to five and then I’m going to get you!” Harry growls which makes the boys all squeal and begin to run back into the yard.
Harry bolts after them, wasting no time in tackling Easton who’s laughing so hard he has tears streaming down his face.
Briar starts grumbling and squirming around, she is serious about her sleep, she blinks up at YN and says, “Nap, mama. Now.”
“You’re such an amazing mother,” Anne puts her hand on YN’s knee with a soft smile, “I can’t wait to see what this journey brings you.”
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month three; 16 weeks
The smallest bump was starting to show on YN’s belly and it was easy to cover with an oversized shirt or hoodie but while she was standing at the mirror, it was obvious to see.
Harry was still in season, traveling, and her bump was changing with such frequency that she looked just a little bit different every time that Harry saw her.
They had to tell the children soon, YN didn’t know how some of them would respond - they knew that Ezra would be excited but she couldn’t guarantee the rest of them.
YN was eager to show Harry that her little bump had started to protrude, she started to show maybe a few weeks later into pregnancy with the others but since she was growing two - she assumed that she would get bigger faster and that seemed to be proving right.
That night, Harry was getting in from Denver and as always, he loved when YN stayed up and waited but he assured her she didn’t need to.
He knew how tired she was by the end of the night from parenting all day, sometimes he found her asleep from where she valiantly tried to wait up but ended up dozing off on the couch.
Harry comes in through the garage, dropping his suitcase and duffle entryway before he goes about grabbing a water bottle and seeing if there’s any leftovers from dinner.
He feels stupid that he gets butterflies in his stomach when he sees a container of chicken, rice, and vegetables with a post-it note that just has the initial H with a heart.
When he puts it in the microwave, YN must hear that because she’s padding into the kitchen in one of Harry’s shirts and just a pair of underwear.
“Mama,” Harry rasps, his voice worn from yelling during the games, “C’mere, I missed you so fucking much.”
YN walks right into his arms, allowing Harry to wrap her in a tight hug before he’s pulling back to kiss her nose then lips.
“I missed you too. I hate when you leave us, never gets easier,” YN sighs sadly and that was something that happened during every pregnancy.
YN always misses Harry when he is gone but when she was pregnant was the only time her hormones were off and she got angry about it before crying and apologizing.
“You know I’m never gone for longer than I need to be. And anytime I’m away, I’m thinking about home,” Harry murmurs sweetly, ignoring the alarm of the microwave signaling his food’s done, “Thank you for leaving me dinner. You always surprise me.”
YN steps back suddenly with an excited grin, taking enough room back so Harry can see her fully, “Speaking of surprises, I have another one.”
Harry squints at her with skepticism, leans up against the counter, “Whassit?”
YN lifts up her shirt and holds it under her breasts, turning to the side, and looking back at Harry to see his reaction.
He just stares at it for a moment in silence before his eyes find hers but he’s holding her gaze for no longer than a second before he’s glancing back down at her belly.
“S’a bump,” Harry whispers gleefully before he is scurrying forward to cradle her tummy in his hands, “It’s little but it’s there. You’ve never showed this early but it’s because we got two of ‘em in there. Oh my god, this is the best surprise.”
YN is always grateful with how attentive he is to her pregnancy, some women she’s friends with - their husbands can’t even remember what trimester there is, let alone week or what their bump looked like from the last pregnancy.
“Let me take a picture,” Harry reaches for his phone in his pocket, taking a few steps back to take a picture of his wife smiling down at where her babies are growing, “Fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing on this earth.”
And right when he’s about to put his phone away, YN says, “Wait, one more picture!”
And when Harry brings his phone back up, YN being the cheeky thing she is, pulls her shirt up until her breasts are revealed - soft but perky as she shakes them at the camera.
Harry definitely snaps more than one picture before he’s slipping his phone in his pocket, “S’that how it’s going to be? You like knowing there’s pictures of your tits on my phone, look at ‘em constantly when I’m away.”
“That’s all you have on your phone?” YN teases with a smirk, knowing there’s a double passcode protected album that contains much more than that.
“Got a pretty nice variety,” Harry drawls, his voice deep with arousal as he begins to stalk towards her, “Your tits, your bum, my cock in you, the list goes on, baby.”
YN giggles as he presses her back into the counter by crowding into her space, the ledge at the lower of her back, and his dinner completely forgotten- he was hungry for something else.
“You’re so easy,” YN tells him for the millionth time in their relationship because she can get him going by just existing.
And Harry replies often in the same way, “I’m demi and I’m only attracted to you. Imagine being married to the most attractive person in the world and that’s what it’s like for me. I am married to the person I’m most and only attracted to, it’s a dream.”
“You’re the most attractive person in the world to me,” YN replies sweetly because it’s true, he is the hottest man on this earth and no one could tell her elsewise.
“Show me then, take me out, pet,” Harry murmurs in the filthiest tone, his athletic shorts showing clearly that he was plumped and ready for her.
YN was just about the tug down on the waistband when a cry echoed out through the house.
The noise came from the top of the staircase because there was a gate up because YN didn’t want any of the children to be half asleep and take a tumble.
It was Briar without a doubt as she cried out, “Mama, daddy.”
“She has not been sleeping well,” YN sighs, patting Harry’s hip, “Reheat your dinner and then come upstairs.”
This was a common occurrence that they had to get used to with a household of children, they were going to get interrupted.
Harry gives a sad little pout but nods, giving her a kiss and a smack on the bum before YN’s disappearing back to the foyer to the staircase.
He can hear Briar’s desperate little whines when she sees her mother, “Mama, mama, hold me, please. Where’s daddy?”
His heart breaks a little bit, YN responds too softly for him to hear but he quickly turns the microwave back on and scarfs down his dinner.
When he found them, YN had brought Briar into their bed which he didn’t mind one bit, and wasn't going to turn down a cuddle from his two favorite girls.
Briar looks up happily from where she’s cuddled into her mother, “Daddy, you’re home. I missed you.”
And it is the sweetest sentiment but he hates that his kids have to miss him, he knows it’s going to be two times harder when he has two more babies to leave at home.
He can’t share it with YN until Briar drifts off to sleep because the kids don’t know about the babies yet but they won’t be able to hide it for much longer.
“How am I going to leave you and them after the twins are born?” Harry murmurs softly after Briar had finally fell back asleep between the two of them.
“The same way you have the past four times,” YN says back as she reaches over to brush at his curls that Briar had run her hands through, “It will be okay.”
“Six kids,” Harry replies with a frown, “I will feel like shit for leaving you, every single time. More than I do now.”
“Have I not handled it well these past ten years? Since Easton was a baby?” YN asks and there’s a bit of defensiveness in her voice like he’s offended her abilities.
“Mama,” Harry titters because he didn’t want his own anxiety to be misconstrued, “It doesn’t have anything to do with you. You do such a fucking good job. We have four perfect amazing kids. It’s more about me, I guess, not being a good enough husband or dad.”
“But you are,” YN reassured him fiercely, “You are the best provider. You provide for me so that I can stay home and raise our babies. You make sure our children have anything they could ever need or want on top of always being present, even when you’re away.”
Harry turns his face to where her hand is on her cheek and kisses her palm, “Are you worried about having six kids at home without me sometimes?”
YN shakes her head, “I always have your mom’s help. Plus Easton, Cash, and Ezra will be in school full time and Briar will be in preschool three days a week before she’s off to kindergarten.”
“I never want you to feel like when I’m away you have to do this on your own.”
“Why do you talk like you abandon me? I’m never on my own. I always have you. I know that if I needed you, you would get on a flight in half a minute.”
He would. He one hundred percent would.
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four months; 16 weeks
The bump was noticeable now.
YN could still get away with loose clothing which she has been doing but if the fabric clings anywhere near her belly it’s obvious.
Tonight was when they were going to tell the kids about their new siblings and they didn’t know how they were going to take it.
YN had her bet that Easton would be the least thrilled while Harry bet on Briar having a tantrum over it.
They were both wrong.
It was just after dinner, the sun hadn’t set yet but it was starting to creep below the trees that surrounded their estate to keep everyone out.
YN had made cupcakes and each child was eagerly unwrapping the baking paper to get to the sprinkles and icing.
“Okay, Mama and I have some news,” Harry announces when they had settled back down and were working their ways through dessert.
“S’it good or bad news?” Easton asks through a mouthful of a vanilla cupcake, blue icing coating his lips.
“We definitely think it’s good news,” YN smiles and she felt nervousness in her stomach over delivering the news and Harry could sense it so he took the reins.
“Mama is pregnant,” Harry announces which makes all the children look in a bit of confusion to which Cash interrupts.
“Does that mean you can’t have peanuts? I think Landon is pregnant in my class,” Cash remarks as Easton snickers at his cluelessness which makes him whine.
“That’s an allergy,” Harry chuckles as he clarifies, “It means that mama has babies growing in her belly. Usually, it’s just one. But we were extra lucky and mama has two in her stomach which means you’re going to be getting two brothers or sisters.”
Easton looks absolutely thrilled as he chirps, “Really? That means two more people playing games with us! That means Marco Polo in the pool will be even better!”
Ezra squeals with joy, clapping his hands, and squirming in his seat when he giggles, “I can help mama with the babies!”
Briar is still so little that she’s a bit confused but has a smile on her face.
She seems to like what Ezra says and agrees, “Take care of babies with mama and Ez.”
As for Cash, his brow is furrowed and he had stopped eating his cupcake, silent for a moment before he melts down.
“No! No babies! I don’t want a stupid baby,” Cash shouts angrily as he throws his cupcake on the floor before shoving out of his chair and storming away.
He marches toward the back sliding door that connects to the kitchen, opening it before running out into the backyard where YN and Harry watch him climb up into the tree house they have built.
None of the kids typically acted out like that and it left the three of them in disbelief that Cash had thrown his cupcake and ran outside without permission.
“Cash is in troubleee,” Easton giggles as looks down at the marble floor smeared with sprinkles and icing with a splattered cupcake.
“Easton,” YN says with a firm look.
He zips his lips quick and finds interest in his cupcake wrapper.
“That wasn’t good. Why did he do that, daddy?” Ezra asks within concern as he watches Harry bend down to pick up the thrown food and wipe the floor with a napkin.
“Well sometimes when people have really big feelings, they struggle to express it without doing something. Cash was angry and he didn’t know how to convey it so he threw his food and ran outside,” Harry explains calmly, “So we will talk to Cash about how to express that better and what you guys can do is show him lots of love. Okay?”
“Yes, daddy,” Ezra agrees sweetly and Harry has to lean down to kiss his forehead because he’s just the sweetest boy.
“I’m sorry I laughed,” Easton sniffles as he glances down, “I wasn’t trying to be mean.”
“East,” YN coos softly, quickly making her way over to lean down and hug him, “It’s okay, baby. We know it wasn’t like that, we just have to be considerate of others feelings. No tears, baby.”
“I’m not a baby,” Easton giggles through a few stray tears as his mama blows a raspberry on his cheek to brighten him up.
“You’ll always be my first baby,” YN assures him as she smothers him in love, “My baby Easton, always my bubba.”
Harry’s heart is a puddle of goo as he watches them.
“We should go check on him,” YN murmurs as she ruffles Easton’s curls, “Can you three please go in the den and put on a movie? We will be right back. We’ll just be in the backyard if you need us, okay?”
They agree before Easton is shuffling Ezra and Briar out of the room who are already chattering about what movie to put on.
YN and Harry make their way outside, down to the stump of the tree before Harry calls up, “Cash, can we please come up? S’just me and your mama.”
There’s a minute of silence before there’s a weepy, “Yes.”
Harry and YN make their way up into the little one-room tree house that had a few books and toys scattered about.
Cash was tucked in the corner, looking out the window with damp cheeks.
Harry and YN don’t try to get into his space, staying at the other side of the treehouse, and Cash refuses to look at them.
“Baby, can you please tell us what you're thinking?” YN prompts in her most soothing voice, she hated seeing Cash like this who was normally the most upbeat, carefree, goofy one.
“A-am I in trouble for throw-throwing the cupcake and coming ou-outside without permission?” Cash whimpers, stuttering through the sentence because he was crying so hard.
“No, you’re not in trouble,” Harry tells him in a tone that matches YN’s, “We know we just told you something really big and it’s okay to have big feelings. Next time, we would like you to talk instead of doing those things but you’re not in trouble, bub.”
Cash finally looks at them, green eyes watery and his bottom lip wobbling, “What if Easton doesn’t want to play with me anymore? What if Ezra and Briar like the new babies better than me?”
“Is that what you’re worried about?” Harry asks with his own frown.
“Yes because Easton said more fun with games. Briar and Ezzie were excited too,” Cash pouts but his body language is more open.
When Harry opens his arms, Cash takes the invitation to move over to let Harry wrap him in a tight hug.
At eight, Cash still liked a cuddle but not as often and for Harry it was nice to have his little boy want that once again as he buried his face in Harry’s chest.
“Easton is excited to have more people to play with but that doesn’t mean he won’t want to play with you. Same with Ezra and Briar. The new babies won’t be replacing you. No one could replace you,” Harry murmurs against his son’s identical chocolate curls, “Everyone loves you so so much.”
“Promise, dad?” Cash asks, voice muffled but the words were still clear.
“I promise the twins being born will be a good thing and just make everything more fun. We would never do anything to hurt you,” Harry promises as he rocks his son a bit, a special moment he’ll never forget.
YN gives them some alone time as she goes back in the house, stepping into the den to see that all three are on the couch, and watching Moana.
Easton despises Moana so YN knows he let his little siblings decide because she could see the boredom written all over his face.
She steps over and plops next to him, whispering in his ear, “Thank you for helping. You can have another cupcake if you want one.”
And with that, Easton’s off the couch and scurrying off to get an extra helping of dessert like it was the best prize in the world.
Ezra and Briar peek over at their mother before looking back at each other before her son’s speaking up, “Mama, can we see the babies?”
“Of course, you can,” YN hums as she leans backwards against the couch, pulling up her shirt to reveal the bump.
“They’re in there?” Briar whispers in awe, both of their hands coming to roam over the skin, “What are they doing?”
“They’re getting big and strong,” Ezra chirps in knowledgeably as he leans down to lay his head on her belly, “But we can still cuddle ‘em.”
“Okay,” Briar agrees before adjusting her position too, both of them now focus back on the movie with their heads resting on her.
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About fifteen minutes later, Harry’s coming into the den with Cash on his back, arms around his neck, and he’s belly laughing at whatever Harry is singing to him before he’s collapsing on the couch with him, acting like he’s going to squish him.
“Daddy, no!” Cash howls with humor as he lightly smacks his dad’s back before he cuts off which concerns Harry so he follows Cash’s gaze.
Cash was staring at his two younger siblings who were cuddled up against the bump in his mama’s stomach.
YN and Harry both share a concerned glance, unsure of whether this would set him off again after Harry just spent the time to calm him down.
“Mama,” Cash’s voice is shaky again but this time he sounds nervous.
“Yes, baby?”
“Can, um… Can I have a cuddle with the babies too?” He asks hesitant before adding, “I will be nice, not like earlier.”
“Come here, sweet boy,” YN titters as she beckons him over, Ezra moves over back towards his original position on the couch so that Cash can have his turn as his eyes stay glued to the screen.
Cash cautiously moves over until his head is rested by Briar, YN’s hand coming to run her fingers through his unruly curls as he wriggles to get comfortable.
“Just because you got angry earlier doesn’t mean you’re not nice,” YN reminds him, “It’s okay to be upset that there’s going to be a change.”
“Daddy said that Easton, Ezra, and Briar will still want to play with me.”
“Of course they will,” YN soothes with a chuckle, “You’re still going to be just as special to daddy, me, East, Ez, and Briar. That will never change.”
“I think I’m excited then,” Cash mumbles as his eyes start to droop, tired from all the activity, and soon after, his breathing had evened out and he was fast asleep with his head on the bump.
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month five; 20 weeks
There was an uptick in paparazzi as soon as people caught wind that Harry Styles was expecting baby number five (and six).
Which in turn, made his protectiveness go up nearly tenfold - always concerned about his wife and children’s safety around aggressive, photo-hungry people.
They weren’t trying to hide the pregnancy, at this point, YN’s bump was big enough that it was unmistakable what it was.
It started at the grocery store when someone snapped a blurry picture of YN reaching for a box of cereal and her bump was obvious.
The next day it was all over the news.
Styles with Baby Five on the Way!
How Many Kids Does Harry Styles Want?
Accident or Planned? YN Styles Pregnant!
Harry Styles Net Worth Just Hit $600 Million - A Baby To Celebrate?
YN stayed out of the media, she wasn’t active on social media or trying to be an influencer - she wasn’t ever interested in that and so in turn, people dubbed YN as mysterious because they did not know much about her.
Harry was arguably one of the most famous athletes on earth but despite that, he was just as private in his personal life.
He was constantly being put on all the major sports networks, he was on television usually three times a week during a game, and then post-games interviews after that.
Harry did interviews on television, in magazines but he always made sure that the main thing he was talking about was his career and not his personal life.
Did he like to throw in how much he loved his wife and kids? Sure but he wasn’t eager to share anymore than that usually.
It will never feel normal to have paparazzi following her and she especially hates it when she has the kids without Harry.
A group of seven or eight photographers decided that it was perfectly acceptable to plant themselves at one of Easton’s baseball games to try to get more pictures of YN’s bump.
Harry was in the city for a photoshoot for Nike but he was going to be on his way to the game if he wasn’t done already.
YN was on edge because she’s trying to watch Easton play but all she can focus on is a group of men with long lenses that are all pointed at her.
Normally the other kids would go play on the playground but YN didn’t trust those men and made them right by her side with the photographers around which made them all a bit miserable and whiny.
It was also embarrassing because YN could tell it made the other families attending the game uncomfortable and they all knew it was because of her.
The biggest concern was when Harry shows up because YN knows that he will absolutely flip when he sees a group of men with cameras pointed towards his pregnant wife and little children.
And she was a hundred percent right.
YN (and honestly the other parents) watches as a tinted, sleek matte black SUV pulls into the parking lot and the vehicle is unmistakably Harry’s, and by the way he slams on the break, throws the car in park, and is getting out of the car with agitation.
He’s a bit far away from where YN is, she can’t hear everything that’s being said but she does see is Harry storming right over the group of men who quickly turn the camera and video recorders on him.
YN quickly gets up, asking one of the mom’s who she is friends with if she can keep an eye on the three for a moment while she makes sure Harry doesn’t do anything he regrets.
When she gets close enough, Harry’s not yelling but his voice is booming and full of threats as he speaks, “Following me is one thing. Follow m’wife and children to their baseball games, are you fucking insane? Do I have to file a restraining order against all fucking seven of you? You don’t want that or you’ll lose out of all your money shots, you fuckin’ leeches.”
“Harry,” YN interrupts as the photographers try to profusely apologize, the last thing they want is Harry to file a restraining order because he makes them the most money.
Harry’s green eyes are fiery, his fist clenched at his sides, and his shoulders tensed as he stares down the paparazzi who are cowering and taking big steps back (they also probably don’t want their cameras broken).
“Get the fuck out here. If you release any pictures of my children,” Harry grits out, trying to maintain his cool, “I will sue you for everything you’re worth. I’m an adult, I chose this. They didn’t. I won’t hesitate to protect them. Do you understand me?”
They all nod with worried expressions.
“I said, do you fucking understand me?” Harry barks out, demanding verbal confirmation which they all give as soon as he shouts at them, he’s giving them one last dirty look before they’re turning and running to their cars.
Harry waits until they’re all peeling out of the parking lot before he’s turning to YN, who’s looking at him with a pursed expression, he pouts at her, “What?”
“Nothing,” YN shrugs as she intertwines their hands to begin their way back to the field where all the other parents are trying desperately not to stare but they are, “You’re just so hot when you’re being a good dad and husband.”
Cue Harry’s sleazy grin, “Yeah? Does that mean I’ll get some tonight, mama?”
“I’ll consider it,” She hums teasingly, smacking his hand when he moves to get a feel of her bum but when he tries again, she lets him get a good handful as a promise of tonight.
“How are the bubs,” Harry asks as his hand moves to her bump, “Can see your bump from a mile away now. It’s making newspapers everywhere. My pretty pregnant wife.”
YN scoffs as she shakes her head, “I don’t know why but I saw my face on a People Magazine in the grocery store yesterday. It said, ‘A Baby To Save The Marriage’, do you have something to tell me?”
Harry snorts out a laugh, “The day they get a story right will be a magical day in history. Those magazines don’t benefit from healthy marriages and happy families.”
“They really don’t benefit from us then,” YN mumurs as Harry leans over to kiss her temple, “They’re doing good. I thought I felt a flutter of movement earlier but it was only once so I don’t know.”
“I can’t wait to feel them. Just feels like yesterday Briar was kicking at you in the middle of the night and it woke me up,” Harry laughs fondly, “Speaking of Briar.”
As soon as they got close enough, Briar was hurriedly running over to her father who scooped her right up, “Missed you, daddy.”
-
When they got home and all the kids were asleep, Harry made a few calls to his lawyers about what he can do about the paparazzi showing up at the children’s sporting games and how to prevent their pictures from getting blasted all over the internet.
YN was brushing out her damp hair in their bathroom when she felt that same flutter from earlier but it was stronger, she held her breath hoping that it wasn’t her mind playing tricks on her.
The movement continued which made YN hike up her shirt and touch gently at her stomach, there was definitely a baby or maybe both moving around in there, and she was so excited she dropped her hairbrush.
Without a second thought, she’s walking as fast as her pregnant self will let her down the stairs to the office where Harry’s having a tense conversation based on the sharpness in his tone.
“That’s the only thing that can be done?” Harry snapped at someone, his face was contorted into an angry grimace as he sat in his office chair, feet up on the desk, and twirling his wedding band.
When Harry sees YN standing there with wide eyes and an unreadable expression, he rudely says to whoever is on the other line, “I’ll call you back tomorrow,” before hanging up.
“Everything okay, baby?” Harry worries as he stands up and starts walking towards her.
YN nods before shoving up her shirt again, she grabs his hand as soon as he’s close enough, and puts it right on the middle right of her bump where there’s one of the twins rolling around.
YN doesn’t realize that she has tears streaming down her face until Harry wipes them before kissing her nose, “Why are you crying, mama?”
“I didn’t realize how much I missed the feeling,” YN sniffles with a giggle, they were happy tears, and it was her twins telling her that they’re healthy and growing strong - that she’s doing a good job.
“It’s just like a butterfly,” Harry hums as he squats down, kissing over the spot where one of the babies is moving, and YN’s heart melts at the sight, she loved him so much.
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month six; week 24
The sex was going to be a surprise to everyone, they decided just like with their other babies that they wanted it to be a mystery up until their birth.
As they lay in bed, Harry is in his usual position now which was with his head resting on her thighs, just below the bump - he was always waiting to feel a kick or flutter.
“How do you feel about the name Posie for a girl?” Harry hums as they both scroll through their phones on a baby name app.
“Do you think we will have a girl? What if we have two girls?” YN hums in disbelief, “I just can’t imagine Briar having sisters. But no, no to Posie.”
“What about Teddy? Could be for a boy or a girl?” Harry brings after a few minutes later as he favorites that name.
“I love it actually,” YN sits up a bit more, the name instantly connecting for her, “I think I like it best for a boy but I love that name.”
Harry looks at her skeptically, “Did we just come up with one of the names that easily? Can it be that simple?”
YN shrugs with a hand affectionately rubbing at her belly as she says the name out loud again, “Teddy. Teddy Styles. It’s perfect.”
Then for the next few weeks it’s not easy.
Harry will text her a few.
H: Annie, Violet, or Daisy?
YN: Nope.
YN: Lily, Vera, or Mia?
H: No.
Then one day YN texts
YN: I think I found the name. Just like Teddy, it could be for a girl or boy.
H: Try me. I think we have vetoed every name in existence.
YN: Scout.
And as Harry sits in the locker room, supposed to be putting on his gear, he’s struck with absolute joy because it fits so well.
H: Scout and Teddy?
YN: Scout and Teddy.
H: I love them.
YN: We named our babies 🥹
H: I love you, mama ❤️
-
YN isn’t the same person she was when she had Easton - then she was young, afraid to offend, and eager to please.
And when Gemma had come at her for the unplanned pregnancy, YN had let it flip her whole world upside down and make her feel like absolute garbage for quite a while.
Now, YN was different and for the better - she had no problem standing up for herself when it came to her sister-in-law.
They didn’t spend much time together but YN tolerated her.
Ever since the riff about Easton, Harry’s never been close with her again, and YN knows Gemma puts blame on YN for that but YN couldn’t convince Harry to try to make amends because he didn’t want to.
YN had a feeling as she was cleaning up the dining room after a family dinner with Anne, Dave (her boyfriend), and Gemma that there had to be at least one smart remark.
It comes as YN begins loading the dishwasher while Anne and Dave help Harry wrangle the kids outside to make s’mores in the fire pit.
“Thanks,” YN says to Gemma as she brings in the rest of the plates and silverware from dinner, Gemma nods before leaning against the counter and crosses her arms over her chest.
“So twins, that’s so exciting,” Gemma remarks but her voice is flat and doesn’t sound like the thought of having two more nieces/nephews is that exciting to her.
“It is,” YN nods as she focuses on scrubbing a spot on one of the wine glasses, her hormones had been shifty these past few weeks as to be expected with pregnancy and she didn’t like where this was going.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Gemma prompts with a casually shrug, trying to come off as nonchalant, “I mean four is a lot already and you guys are still young. Six kids by the time you’re thirty and thirty-one? I mean Harry didn’t get to experience any of his twenties.”
YN, who is normally a pro at containing her rage, well that’s not the case tonight because her hormones have her capacity for bullshit at an all time low, she slams down the wine glass in the sink and looks over at Gemma.
“Harry didn’t get to experience his twenties?” YN scoffs with a dangerous edge to her voice, “He became the richest baseball player in history, is the captain of The New York Yankees, is living every dream he had as a child. He experienced more in his twenties than most people ever do.”
Gemma’s lips turn down, she was testing YN and was definitely surprised by the pushback that she was getting.
She had been expecting that she could bully YN and that wasn’t the case, she wasn’t the scared and pregnant twenty year old anymore. She was a grown woman who was secure in her relationship.
“It’s not like that,” Gemma tries to downplay, picking at her nails, “It’s just he could have done more if he didn’t have so many responsibilities at home. I’m just looking out for my little brother.”
YN shuts off the water with a bit more force than necessary before grabbing a hand towel to dry off, “Gemma, I’m so sorry if it offends you the amount of children we decided to have. However, I have some bad news for you. I couldn’t have conceived these babies without Harry and believe me, he wanted our children more than anything else in the world.”
YN continued on as her voice rose louder, “More than money, more than baseball. I know you don’t understand because you don’t have children but I know he would choose me and our babies over baseball and experiencing his twenties a million times over. I’m sorry if that upsets you.”
Then someone is clearing their throat and both women look to see Harry standing in the doorway to the kitchen with furious expression, arms crossed tight across his chest, and the vein on his neck popping in effort to stay calm.
“Get out.”
And Gemma has the nerve to look at YN with a sickeningly sweet smile, as if Harr was telling YN to get out but she knew better and Gemma was too cocky for her own good, honestly delusional at this point.
“Gemma, get the fuck out of my house,” Harry repeats with a louder tone this time, “I don’t know how many chances I have given you to get your shit together but enough is enough.”
Gemma opens her mouth like she’s about to argue but Harry puts his hand up to stop her from even beginnning.
“I don’t want to hear it. Nothing you ever say or do is helping me,” Harry tells her clearly, “And for the record, YN couldn’t be more accurate. I chose her and I chose all six of my children first. Over anything. You have your own life to live, stop trying to control mine.”
“I am just try-“
“God damn it, don’t make me yell,” Harry sighs as he squeezes the bridge of his nose.
“You always pick YN. You’re supposed to pick your family.”
Harry lets out a laugh, loud and obnoxious enough that it even makes YN jump, “For fucks sake, Gemma. Don’t you see? I will always pick YN. I will always pick my children. They are my family. Not you, a poor excuse of a sister.”
And at first, YN’s heart jumps when she sees Ezra wander right up next to Harry and tug on his shorts, unaware of how absolutely seething Harry is.
“Daddy, Easton was telling a scary story and now m’really anxious. Can you help me do my breathing to calm down?”
And Harry snaps out of it instantly, his death glare towards his sister softens when he kneels down to attend to his son.
“Of course, I can. Patricia will be so happy to hear that you used it. Let’s go somewhere quiet, okay?” Harry murmurs to his son before taking his hand and guiding him out of the room without a glance back.
YN just refolds the dish towel, not interested in continuing the argument , and sure as hell not letting it bother her - she just walks out the back door to be with her children outside, leaving Gemma alone.
That night, as Harry and YN shower the smoke from the campfire off of them, he cradles her bump and holds her stare, firmly telling her once again.
“I will always choose you. I will always choose our children.”
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month seven; week twenty eight
YN accompanied Harry to Los Angeles for five days while Anne watched the children back at home - a little babymoon if you will.
However, it was proving a bit difficult to actually do anything they were looking forward to because of how big YN’s bump was getting.
“My thigh is cramping,” YN moans uncomfortably from where she’s lying on her back, Harry holding one of her legs bent near his chest but when he hears her complaint, he pulls out.
“You want to ride me?” Harry asks with little to no other suggestion because the bump was on the way in almost every position.
“You really think that I can lift myself up and down right now?” YN bites out with no real sharpness, she had sweat beading at her temples already and she was only one orgasm in from his mouth.
“I can just use my mouth again?” He suggests as he massages the muscles in her thigh that are twitching, YN felt bad because she could physically see how much he wanted it.
She wanted it too.
“No no, I want to,” YN puffs a stray hair off her forehead before she gets an idea, “Just spoon me from behind.”
Harry helps her lay down on her side before cozying up behind her - his lips teasing at the nape of her neck as he guides himself in, both of them moaning in relief when he begins to pump in and out.
“Yes,” YN mewls in relief as it starts to feel good, Harry moves to get his hand between her thighs to rub at her clit but the bump is in the way, “I can without it,” She assures him breathlessly as he kisses her shoulder and moves up to play with her swollen nipples instead.
“There we go,” Harry groans in pleasure as his forehead drops to her shoulder, she could tell he was trying to keep his pace steady but he was struggling, “God, you always feel so fuckin’ good f’me. No wonder I fuckin’ see you in my dreams, darling.”
It wasn’t the dirtiest thing out of his mouth ever but it was enough to release that band of tension in her lower stomach to make her find her second relief quickly.
As soon as she was taken care of, Harry was picking up the speed of his hips, even though she was sensitive, it still felt good to know that she was making her husband feel just as amazing as she did - she loved feeling his tensing ab muscles against her back, his thighs working right behind hers.
“S’good,” Harry grits out as he starts to finish, “Fuck, you always make me come so hard.”
After Harry pulls out, he grabs a cold washcloth from the bathroom before running it over YN’s overheated body, don’t get her wrong - the sex was phenomenal as always but with two babies only two months away from being born pressing on her insides, it took a lot more out of her.
“Baby,” Harry chuckles as he runs it over her forehead, “You should have told me it was too much. You’re still breathing heavy.”
“It felt so good though, H. Wanted it,” YN whines, wrapping her hand around his wrist and he gets the hint, running the cold over her skin once again.
“Maybe we should just stick to mouth stuff until the babies are born?” He suggests softly before patting her with a dry towel.
YN snorts out a laugh, “Mouth stuff? Are we in high school?”
“Heyy,” Harry huffs as he tries to stop a smile from appearing in his face, “M’just trying to be thoughtful and you’re making fun of me.”
YN pulls him down for another kiss, “I think you’re right though. I feel like I just ran a marathon and all I did was lay there and take it.”
“Yeah but you looked so fuckin’ sexy taking it,” Harry murmurs against her lips, his hand rubbing over her taut skin.
“Don’t need to charm me, already got six babies out of me,” YN jokes which now it’s Harry’s then to snort out a laugh.
“Never going to stop trying to charm you, mama,” Harry assures her as he lays back down next to her and yawns
-
eight months; 37 weeks
Dr. Riviera had informed them that twins typically didn’t make it past thirty-eight weeks, it wasn’t common, and that twins usually came out weighing a bit less because they had to share space and resources.
Even though the doctor can only predict, she didn’t see why YN would carry to thirty-eight weeks with how well the babies were developing and they didn’t seem to be wanting to move anytime soon.
Anne had been staying with them because she was going to help with the children for a little bit after the twins were born and she wanted to be there to watch them when YN went into labor.
Harry was in the city for a sponsorship meeting with Gatorade when his phone began to buzz in the middle of the meeting.
He didn’t care that he was being rude when everyone in the room was speaking to him but he just gets up out of his seat and leaves the room when he sees that his wife is calling.
“Mama, everything okay?” Harry asks nervously, ignoring the looks he’s getting from the men in suits as he exits the conference room into the empty corridor, making sure his car keys are in his pocket.
“Don’t sound so scared,” YN chuckles softly, sounding completely okay, “I just called to see what you were craving for dinner.”
False alarm.
-
That same night though, it wasn’t.
Harry and YN went to bed at a decent time after getting all the children down, probably around ten thirty when they drifted off after a long day in the city and with the kids.
It was when Harry woke up around two in the morning when YN shook him a bit, as he blinks his eyes open and turns on the bedside lamp - he realizes the sweat was gathering at YN”s brow and the vein in her forehead was popping.
“Ca-Can you help me get to the bathroom?” She panted, out of breath, “I think I’m going into labor. I need to pee. O-Oh fuck.”
Harry quickly jumps out of bed to help guide her to the bathroom before getting her back into the bedroom, “What do you want to do-“
Just as he asks, YN lets out a low groan and a splash of fluid trickles down her legs and onto the carpet - water breaking right as they speak, “H, they-they’re coming soon. Please, I think we need to go.”
Harry was shaking with nervousness as he loaded up the hospital bag, woke Anne to let her know what was going on, and they were off to have their twins in less than twenty minutes.
Harry was surprised just how quickly her labor was progressing, with the other four, it was a slower, more tedious process of hours and hours of dilation before there was any pushing.
But YN is gritting her teeth, tears streaking her cheeks as she tells Harry, “Please, baby. Drive as fast as you can. I-I need to push. I need to, they’re coming fast. I need to push.”
“Okay, okay,” Harry grips the wheel, he know he can’t drive in a way that could get them in an accident but he really didn’t want his wife to have the babies on the side of the road.
Luckily, the hospital wasn’t more than fifteen minutes away and he calls shakily ahead so that they know to expect them.
As soon as they have an IV hooked up, YN’s changed into a hospital gown, and in a hospital bed - they’re encouraging her to push, no time for an epidural which was proving hard for YN.
“It hurts so fucking bad,” YN cries as she squeezes Harry’s hand with all of her her might, it was moving fast and they hadn’t been in the hospital for more than half and hour and the doctor was telling them he expected the twins to come soon, “It hurts to push.”
Harry has the utmost respect for his wife. He can’t possibly even begin to imagine the tremoundous pain that she’s agreed to put herself through so that they could have more children.
He’s already a sniffling mess when the doctor announces that she’s crowning.
“Mama, they have so much hair,” Harry chuckles as he looks to see, moving to kiss her hand, “You’re so close. I can’t wait to see what we’re having. A boy or a girl. You’re doing so good, baby.”
“One more push,” The nurse encourages and YN is squeezing her eyes shut and groaning as she uses all of her might to give a long, hard push.
Harry’s so distracted by watching YN that he doesn’t even realize that push had been enough for their baby to come out, only realizing that one had been born when a high-pitched cry pierces the room.
“Baby number one is a boy,” The doctor announces before the nurses are working on cleaning off the baby and doing all their routine tests.
“A boy,” YN says breathlessly, blinking tearfully at Harry, “Wa-wait, I need to push again. Will the other one come just as fast?” YN directs the question at the medical staff.
“Typically they come out without minutes of each other,” The nurse smiles as she wipes YN’s forehead with a cold rag.
“Gonna give us our other baby?” Harry murmurs distractedly, he was watching as they put the baby on the scale before rubbing it off with a clean towel to get off the fluid - he was memorized until he was snapped back when YN is howling out another grunt of effort before the second piercing cry of the night echos through the room.
“Baby number two is also a boy,” The doctor calls out before passing off the other baby, “Good job, mom. Really got those babies out fast and with no pain medication, very impressive.”
YN’s exhausted as she tries to catch her breath, “Two boys, H. Two boys.”
Is anyone surprised that Harry is full on sobbing happy tears by the time that the babies are laid on YN’s chest where she cradles them closely, tears streaming down her cheeks as well.
“Two more boys. Five boys and one girl,” YN giggles happily as she leans down to nuzzle her nose against each one of their cheeks as Harry caresses YN’s hair and watches on in awe.
“You did such an amazing job,” Harry sniffles as he leans up to kiss YN’s temple, “I am so proud of you. Look at what you did, mama. Gave us two healthy boys, you did it.”
“Mmm,” YN hums tiredly, chuckling when one starts rooting which Harry helps adjust her gown to help the baby find what it was looking for, “And they’re latching with no issues. This is perfect.”
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” Harry says firmly as he can’t get his heartbeat to slow, “And you gave us two more perfect babies.”
“I love them so much already,” YN whispers as she watches the baby eat hungrily with the cutest little coos as they can barely keep their eyes open, “Teddy Reese and Scout Hudson.”
“Our little Teddy and Scout,” Harry repeats in disbelief of his life, of how he couldn’t ask for anything better, “Welcome to the family.”
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In the event you get a free moment for a mini fic,
Poor Channie gets food poisoning from some takeout he ordered and spends an evening hunched over a bucket, nauseous and burpy. Every now and then a bit of sick comes up his throat, but always goes back down which makes him feel sicker.
Maybe Felix stays with him, rubs his back, play with his curly hair, and talks to him in English to keep him calm when his nausea gets too much. Maybe Minho checks in every so often to see if he's been sick or is still queasy.
sorry this took so long, i didn’t have free moment for a mini fic 😅 it also kinda was more like a full length one anyway. Suprise!
~Spicing it Up~
Yet another late night spent working on music for the latest comeback, it was all Chan had grown to know. Which meant when his stomach growled at him angrily for food, he pulled out his phone and opened his door dash and clicked the place he usually gets from. But wait. He had that last night? Why not spice it up and try something new! He clicked off that restaurant and searched for something else. He found a small local takeout place and placed his order, before getting back to work.
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Sometimes, spicing up your usual door dash is not the best idea, which Chan soon learned late that night once he returned to his dorm. It was maybe 1 AM, earlier than he usually would get home, but tonight he felt strangely uncomfortable after dinner in his office, and decided he could head home and finish up at the dorm. By the time he got there, he felt severely worse. His stomach was swirling annd full, he felt awful. He probably had over done it with the food, although he didn’t remember eating all that much of it. Must of just been extra filling. When he opened the door to the apartment, he was surprised to see Minho and Felix sitting on the couch.
“What are you guys doing here?”
“Well we were watching a movie with Jisung.” Minho said sounding a little annoyed.
“But he got tired and went to bed, so we’re finishing up the movie ourselves before we head home to our place.” Felix cut in, being the ball of sunshine he is, there was not a hint of annoyance in his voice, in contrast to Minho.
“Mind if I join? I was gonna do so work but i’m not feeling it tonight and you guys (A/N- the urge to put y’all😭) are here anyway.”
“Of course we don’t mind!” Minho said, patting the cushion next to him.
Chan melted into the couch, exhausted.
“You okay Chris?” Felix said to him, noticing how he curled in on himself.
“Yeah. My stomach hurts a bit.” He responded, wrapping his arm around his stomach.
“Have you eaten?” Felix said, concerned.
“Yes. I think that’s the problem.”
Minho was trying to translate the English, but eventually gave up and watched the movie.
“Did you eat too much? What did you eat?” Felix asked, seemingly turning on his big brother mode that he would use if Olivia wasn’t feeling well, even though he is younger than Chan.
“I tried a new place tonight. I don’t remember eating a lot of it, but I must have.”
“Or maybe the new place simply isn’t agreeing with you.”
“I guess.”
They sat and watched the movie in silence for a while, until the silence was finally broken by Chan, still speaking in English, much to Minho’s annoyance since he was experiencing some FOMO from barely understanding the conversation. Couldn’t they just speak Korean for his sake.
“I’m gonna vomit.”
Vomit… what does that mean again? He’s gonna what? Minho couldn’t quite recall. Minho figured it was not good, seeing Felix’s eyes widen as he hurriedly stood up and rushed to get something as Chan put his head between his knees. Minho put two and two together that his hyung was nauseous, and placed a hand on Chan’s back, just as Felix returned with a bucket.
“It going to be be a-okay, Chan. Don’t worry. It will be over before you know it.” Felix stated reassuringly as he gave Chan the bucket. Felix instructed Chan to sit up, just as he ducked his head into the bucket with a retch. Nothing. He just hung there over the bucket salivating into the bucket as he stared at the bottom. The next retch came with some liquid but it didn’t want to come all the way up. It burned his throat and made him gag more, still unproductively. Minho stood to get him some water and things, as Felix quietly comforted him, his accent reminded him of home which helped him feel a little less miserable as the nausea was so very awful.
It took almost an hour for anything to really come up. And once it did, it brought up everything Chan had in him. It tore through him painfully, but once it was done, it was a huge relief. He could finally breathe. The nausea was becoming insufferable, he was just glad it was over, for now atleast.
“You did good, Chan” Minho said, in English, as he handed him the water bottle.
🫶
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The Aftermath
Chapter 3
I hate this chapter. I just wasn't feeling it at all. Might be that I am currently covid positive, but I was like, I need to put something out.
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Chapter 3
—Sebastian—
Sebastian could feel the anger rising within him. ‘They spent a week together? What the hell? When?’ It dawned on him that Ominis had left Feldcroft for a week to visit with a cousin. Seb knew how weird the family was, so he didn't ask for details, concerned he would have to hear about Ominis being forced to marry and breed with said cousin. ‘Why were they together? What had they done? It's only been a matter of time until Threnody and I get together. We just haven’t yet because he is always around. And what the hell could have possibly happened during a class?’ Sebastian was breathing harder, and moved his body closer to the opening of the stairs, he needed to hear every detail. He felt his blood boil at Ominis’ next words.
“Do you regret kissing me?”
“No, of course I don't” Threnody’s voice had become a whisper.
“I don’t know if I could have stopped if we hadn’t been interrupted.” The husky tone of Ominis’s words hit Sebastian like a ton of bricks. “Would you have wanted me to stop?”
Sebastian felt nauseous hearing Ominis ask Threnody these questions. ‘Yes, say yes Threnody. You don’t want him.’
“Stop? Ominis, I still think about how stupid I was for not locking the door. No, I didn’t want you to stop, I wanted everything with you.”
‘This is a nightmare, it has to be, They wouldn’t have betrayed me like this. Now I’m going to lose my two best friends because they want to fuck around? Nah, I don’t think so.’’ Sebastian pleaded in his mind for the knowledge of Threnody and Ominis being intimate with each other to be false. He heard them shifting around, and was hoping Threnody was moving away from Ominis. An image flashed in his mind of she and Ominis laying as they were, sans clothing, shifting her hips back and forth. He was making himself sick.
“Wanted?”
“Want, Ominis, still want, but I…I just don’t think we can.”
“Why?”
“Because we don’t know how he…”
“No, I will not let him dictate our lives. Renny…”
Sebastian watched as Threnody lay her head against Ominis. He could hear her saying something, but was unable to make out the words. Threnody brought her hands to Ominis’ face and pressed her lips softly to his. Sebastian was fuming. His mouth hurt from how hard he had been clenching his teeth. He knew he couldn’t sit there anymore, so he turned to return up to his dorm. Throwing himself into bed, needing to look like he had been asleep before Ominis came into the room. ‘I’ll kill him. He doesn’t get to have her like that unless I get it too. Keeping things even Threnody? Bullshit. You’ve got a lot to make up for with me then.’ He heard Ominis sneak into the room and move towards the bed. Sebatian pulled the curtains closed, and spent the night thinking about how he could help end things between the two of them. Ruin things between Threnody and Ominis before they took things too far. They didn’t need to end up hating the other, they just needed to not want to be together. He stared into the dark plotting until sleep took him.
—Threnody—
The next few days passed without incident. Threnody had spoken to Ominis about keeping their blossoming relationship quiet. She wanted to let Sebastian know before anyone else, but neither of them knew how to share the news with him. Both of them worried about how Sebastian would react.
“When you and I started to spend more time with each other, that's also when Sebastian really fell into the dark arts. I don’t know how he is going to feel when he finds out that you and I..” Threnody tapered off.
Ominis nodded and cleared his throat. “He told me later that he felt as though you and I were getting ready to abandon him. His parents being gone, Anne being sick, the dark arts were the only thing that offered him hope at that point.”
“We can’t tell him, not yet Ominis.”
“I understand why we need to bring this to him slowly, and I can live with that, but I will not let his feelings keep us apart.”
Time continued to pass, and Threnody found it difficult to find any time away from Sebastian. It was as if he was everywhere. She and Ominis had not been alone together since the night in the common room, except for History of Magic, and that wasn’t exactly the most romantic place. They remained sitting in the back of the classroom, quietly holding hands under the table, but doing no more. While Threnody hadn’t been planning on jumping into bed with Ominis immediately, she certainly thought they could have kissed again. No such luck.
Ominis had whispered to her in class one day that he could talk to Sebastian, let him know they both needed a break from him, but Threnody kiboshed that idea. The guilt she felt over keeping this secret from Sebastian convinced her to just wait this out. She believed that if Sebastian was this needed, something must be going on, and that it was better both she and Ominis be there to support him. They would find time alone eventually.
A couple times a week, Threnody and her whole crew of friends had breaks at the same time and would meet for lunch. She liked these days because with all the chaos of the group eating and talking, it allowed her and Ominis to secretly touch without anyone noticing. Except for the days that Sebastian would sit between them, which happened more often these days.
This time at lunch, Sebastian sat across from the two, so taking advantage of the situation, Threnody had her hand resting on Ominis’ leg once again separating Threnody and Ominis, but she tried not to focus on it too much. It was easy to do that day because of Garreth loudly making his way over to the table.
Flexing as if his friends would be impressed, Garreth announced “Ladies and Gentlemen, you are looking at the newest member of the sex club.”
He was met with silence and darting eyes.
Imelda was the first to respond. “Aww, did Garreth discover his pee pee for the first time? Finally learned to touch yourself?”
“What? No. I had sex. With a person. A female to be exact.”
. All at once, the questions started flying. “Who was it?” “Why are you telling us this?” “Congratulations” “Give me the details.” It was hard to follow who was saying what.
“A gentleman never tells. It was Addie, and it was great. Well, great as a first time can be, I suppose.”
“Garreth, you just said a gentleman never tells.” Amit looked at Garreth with annoyance.
“I thought you knew me well enough to know I am no gentleman.” Garreth moved his eyebrows up and down. “Now, as president of the club, I am willing to help all of our ladies here join.”
Imelda scoffed. “Not likely Weasley. Besides, what makes you think we’re all virgins? you’ve got ladies man Sallow over there, he’s probably been in the club since 1st year.”
“It was my 6th year, thank you very much, Imelda,” Sebastian countered.
“Oh, held yourself back huh? Anyways, I have not been innocent, but I haven’t done everything yet. The rest of you, spill.” Imelda continued.
Threnody was very uncomfortable with the conversation. Usually, she wouldn’t feel at odds, but now that she was trying to hide a boyfriend, she didn’t want to slip up and share something she shouldn’t. She followed along the table, Amit saying he was not a member, Poppy surprisingly admitted to having slept with someone.
Finally the conversation came around to Threnody. “I have not had sex. I’ve only kissed.”
“As I guided you through your first kiss, I can also guide you through your first time, Threnody.” Garreth moved a hand across the table, grabbing her wrist.
“Actually Garreth, you were not my first kiss.”
“What? Yes I was, it was during that game, remember?”
Imelda interrupted before Threnody could respond. “Zip it Weasley, Ominis still hasn’t told us his status.”
“And I am not going to answer, unlike Garreth, I do consider myself to be a gentleman, and things like that are private matters.”
“Oh come off it, Ominis. You don’t always have to be so high and mighty.” Sebastian smirked. There was a look in his eye that differed from usual. The simple carefree humor seemed to have a darkness behind it. “Ominis here lost his virginity this summer.”
“Sebastian!” Ominis turned to face Sebastian, his face burning with anger. Threnody’s hand wretched away from Ominis and moved to cover her mouth. “This summer? But…Ominis and I...did he sleep with someone after we met up? We never made anything official then, but still.”
“Ominis, you sly dog, I knew you were a lady killer.” Leander reached over to pat him on the back.
“Like you have any right to be angry with me Ominis, you’re the one who fucked my sister.” The words flew from Sebastian’s mouth, causing the whole group to gasp. Threnody was shocked. At no point had Ominis ever expressed that he had feelings for Anne. Certainly none strong enough to warrant sex. Paranoia started to trickle into Threnody’s mind. She had spent much of her 5th year under the impression that Anne and Ominis were together, but keeping it quiet due to her illness. Anne had revealed to Threnody after everything went down that she had been pining for Ominis for some time, even asking how to go about letting him know. Threnody could only assume now that Anne did have that conversation with Ominis, and clearly he reciprocated, which left her feeling empty and utterly used. Her mind was working overtime. She looked down at her plate, focusing there to keep herself calm, she didn’t want to display her emotions here, knowing she would have so much to explain. Her romance with Ominis had barely begun and she felt foolish feeling so upset over this information.
His eyebrows dropping as Threnody pulled away, Ominis stood up and pointed his wand at Sebastian. “That was not your secret to share, Sebastian, and it was a secret for a reason.” Sebastian scoffed as Ominis stormed away. Everyone at the table was quiet, not sure how they should be reacting.
“He needs to get over it. I’m not going to feel bad because I exposed his secret love affair with my sister. Not fair to her. Ominis should have let everyone know that he and Anne are together, now he is acting like he’s ashamed of dating her.”
“He and Anne are dating? You made it sound as though he had just slept with her. I’d say it’s pretty normal for people our age to be having sex, at least he’s made a commitment.” Amit shook his head as he played with the food on his plate. “Did you consider, Sebastian, that Anne is the one that wanted to keep it a secret?”
Sebastian scoffed as he got up to leave. Their lunch time had expired, and Threnody sat still at the table while her friends got up to walk away. She watched Sebastian go with a smile on his face, which seemed odd that he would be happy after upsetting his best friend.
Poppy remained behind, moving closer to her. “Threnody, something about that didn’t seem quite right, don’t you agree? I can understand Ominis not sharing his relationship with Anne with all of us, but for you not to know is odd. I wonder why he wouldn’t have told you.”
“Heh. I know exactly why he didn’t tell me.” Threnody looked up at Poppy, the tears brimming her eyes finally starting to fall. “He and I…’had a moment’ at my brother's wedding this summer. He made it seem like he…no, I mean he told me he had feelings for me - so why would, I just don’t understand Poppy.”
Poppy wrapped her arm around Threnody, letting her cry into her shoulder. “Telling you he had feelings for you would not be an easy thing for him to do, and he is not the type to make something up like that. Can I ask what happened between you two at the wedding? Could you have misunderstood him?”
“We snogged, majorly, and then we were laying on the couch and just, I don’t know how I could have read that wrong. Besides, he just told me again while being back at school.” She sniffled as she wiped the tears from her cheek.
“No, he wouldn’t do that, especially not to you Ren. I know he didn’t deny sleeping with Anne, but he was gone by the time Sebastian said they were dating - maybe Sebastian is mistaken.”
“Maybe, I’ll have to track him down and ask him. Either I’ll end up feeling better, or he will end up with a black eye.”
—Sebastian—
‘That went better than I thought it would. The look on Ren’s face, oh, she is done with Ominis. Nothing like your girlfriend finding out you had sex with another woman to ruin things. Ha.’
–Threnody–
Threnody spent the rest of the day mulling around and looking for Ominis. She wasn’t trying very hard to find him though. Still afraid of the conversation that they would have. She had checked the common room, and the Undercroft, with no luck and no idea where else he may have gone. She only began to worry as the sun was setting. No one had seen him since lunch. Her last hope to find him was down at the docks. He didn’t often go near the water, but she had looked everywhere else.
She let out a sigh when she heard sniffling from around the corner. She knew it was him.
“Ominis?”
“I…I don’t know what to say, Ren. I have nothing to deny.”
She walked over to him and sat down. Her legs dangling over the edge, tempting whatever lay beneath the surface of the water.
“Was it before or after us? That’s all I need to know.”
“Before, Oh, you mustn't think I would have been intimate with Anne after I had told you how I felt for you, I would never do that.”
“So….Sebastian said you were dating. Is that not true?”
“Dating? Gods no! I don’t know why he would think that, I have no desire to be with her.”
“Maybe because most people date a person they have sex with.” Threnody was trying to keep herself calm. While it was a relief that she hadn't been the ‘other woman,’ the whole thing was still upsetting.
It was silent for a bit, Threnody just watching his face. He must have been crying, his eyes were red and tired. It hurt her to know he was hurting. “How did it happen then? It’s not like you could have just tripped and slipped inside.”
Ominis brought his hand up to his face, running it across his forehead and using his hand to slightly hide himself. “It happened because Anne specifically asked me to have sex with her, and Sebastian encouraged the…copulating.”
Threnody grabbed his hand and pulled it from his face. When she went to let go, Ominis squeezed her hand, hoping that she wouldn’t pull away. She kept their hands together.
“Umm.. what? Sebastian said he and Anne had just started speaking again, how … wow.”
“Mmm, it seems they have been communicating for a while. She wrote to me early in the summer, letting me know she was coming to visit. She mentioned wanted to talk to me about something, but didn’t go into detail.
After she arrived and was settled, she pulled me aside to talk to me. She told me how she had been fairing, she believed herself to be getting worse. She said she didn’t want to die while still a virgin. I mean, she mentioned several things she wanted to do, but the one she needed me for was…sex.”
He paused to allow his words to sink in, giving Threnody a chance to speak, should she want. She kept silent, but ran her finger across his knuckles, encouraging him to continue.
“I said I couldn’t, but she pleaded with me. She told me to talk to Sebastian about it, and I did. Apparently she had spoken to him about this, and he agreed; that she would be better off with someone she cared for rather than a stranger. So, he was pressuring me now as well. And, I do understand where they were coming from. The only other male in her life is Sebastian, and he wouldn’t be doing it, so they looked to me, I agreed. Reluctantly. I was very clear with them that while I do love Anne, it is not in a romantic way, and I would be doing this simply as a….well, I said favor, but really, meeting a dying girl's request. A few nights later, Sebastian went out for the night as she and I…spent the night together.”
He turned to face Threnody, his eyes trying to search for hers. She moved a hand to cup his cheek and guide him, so that he was looking into her eyes.
“I am sorry I didn’t tell you. It wasn’t meant to ever be exposed, and it meant nothing to me. I don’t understand why Sebastian told everyone.”
Threnody leaned forwards and kissed him lightly on the lips. His eyes were closed when she pulled away. “You’re not angry with me?”
“No, Ominis, not angry. Honestly, it's not surprising that you did something so….I guess generous would be the word? Besides, with both of them asking, I’m sure even I would have agreed to sleep with Anne.”
They laughed softly together for a moment, foreheads pressed together, legs swinging in sync.
“So, out of curiosity…how was it?” She scrambled to get more words out before he responded. “I don’t mean details or anything I guess I just, like, was having sex, good?”
“No. It was awful if I’m to be honest. Neither of us had any idea of what we were doing, and being blind didn’t help when it came to, ahem…insertion. I made sure that she orgasmed, I think the whole thing was more about that then actual sex. But I….I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish, so I, gods forgive me, I faked finishing.”
“You faked it? Oh lord Ominis!” She was laughing harder, “I’m not laughing at you, I swear, I just…. what a terrible situation!”
He started laughing with her. “No, it’s okay to laugh. It was incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. I think it would have been better if she and Sebastian weren’t twins though.”
“Oh, how would that have helped?”
“Well, my knowledge of twins is that they are the same. Look the same. I know they can’t be identical as they are different sexes but, still. I have a picture in my head of what Sebastian looks like, and I couldn't help but ‘see’ his face, but with breasts and a vagina. It was….I could barely keep myself hard.”
Threnody couldn’t help herself, she rolled onto her back laughing. “Oh gods Ominis, that is, I am so sorry,”
Ominis leaned over her and brought his lips down. They first found her shoulder, and then he moved up her neck. “I’m glad my misery is bringing you so much joy.” When he was finally able to find her lips, he pressed his against hers, his tongue flicking against her asking her to open for him. Threnody reached up and took his face in her hands, her fingers running through his hair, letting her tongue move with his.
“Mmmm, well, let's hope the next time you have sex, it's better for you.” She kept kissing him as she moved back up, before pulling away to stand.
His face tracked her, standing up to move beside her. “Oh, I think it will be,” he pressed himself against her rear, running his hand over her stomach and pulling her back, making sure she could feel how hard she had made him. “I do wonder when that next time might happen?”
“Well, you’ll wonder a little longer.” Threnody laughed once more as they walked together back to the school.
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#ominis gaunt#hogwarts legacy smut#ominis gaunt fanfiction#ominis x mc#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt smut
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“You can not be serious. Tell me you’re joking, Jonathan,” Nancy huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, her jaw tight and shoulders squared. He won’t even look her in the eye and it’s pissing her off even more, the way he’s staring up at the sky, at the ominous clouds above. In the grand scheme of things, they’re probably choosing the worst time to fight about something like this, but she is only eighteen and only human and it sort of feels like the world is tilting on its axis in a way that makes her nauseous.
“I’m not joking, Nance, and I’m.. I’m really sorry, okay? I’m really, really sorry,” Jonathan whispers and stuffs his hands in his pockets, sort of caving in on himself.
“Were you ever going to even tell me? Or were you just going to lie to me every time I brought it up?”
“I mean- I guess originally I was never going to tell you. I never should have even mentioned it to Argyle.” He kicks a rock on the ground, sending it bouncing off a tree and ricocheting off deeper into the forest. They’re all still at Hopper’s cabin, a few days after the sky went dark and thick with smoke, decaying everything rapidly and spreading. It’s turned into a sort of home base, with “borrowed” abandoned trailers and RVs that had been left behind, for all of them to stick close because there’s no way in hell they’re splitting up again. Not after what happened with all of that- with Max. They’d been sitting around the fire pit Hopper had bought while they waited for Steve and Robin to come back from the hospital with Lucas, just talking about what they hoped for the future, after they put an end to the apocalypse. Jonathan’s new friend had let it slip that he was going to community college with him, although he wasn’t sure that was the plan anymore with the former chief of police back from the grave. It made Nancy’s brow pull in confusion and Jonathan had jumped up to slap a hand over Argyle’s mouth, which only made her suspicions double, pushing and pressing the issue until he walked off. But she had jumped up, grabbing his arm to pull him into the woods to further discuss in private- well, as much as privacy as they could afford right now.
Nancy pinches the bridge of her nose. “I just don’t get it. Why would you have even lied about this?”
“Because.. if I told you I didn’t want to go to Emerson, you would have just dropped out from going in the fall, and come out to California to be with me, and then we would be years in just clinging onto each other, miserable and angry for ruining each other’s lives-“
“Jonathan.” Nancy cuts him off before he can continue, because she’s pretty sure if he keeps on with his train of thought she’s two seconds away from punching him in the face. “That is such bullshit.” She drops her hands from her face and takes a step forward to him, and then another, her brow pulls together and she presses her finger into the center of his chest. “You decided this, without even talking to me about it. Which, what a fucking surprise, considering I have barely even gotten to talk to you at all these past six months. You just convinced yourself of all of this, and thought it would be better to just lie about it all rather than have an actual real conversation with me?”
Jonathan blinks down at her, his shaggy hair falling in his eyes, and raises his hand up to cup her face, but Nancy slaps his wrist away.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare. I can’t believe you think so little of me, so low of who I am, to honestly think that I would ever give up chasing my dreams for someone like you, Jonathan Byers,” she snaps at him, a little louder than she intended, her voice bouncing off the deadly quiet of the forest around them, and she shakes her head as she drops her hand from his chest to ball them up into fists. There are angry tears welling up in her eyes that she has to bite back to keep from spilling. He won’t meet her gaze anymore, choosing instead to stare down at his feet.
“But it’s different now, Nancy, okay? I’ll go with you to Boston now that Hopper is back, everything can keep going with our plan-“
She laughs humorlessly at that, shaking her head as she gives him a sarcastic smile. “Our plan? No. No, there is no more plan, considering you are so ready to just throw out everything and lie to me so easily. Because we clearly don’t understand each other. I hope you have a really great rest of your life, if we even make it out of this.” Nancy brushes past him, careful to not have their shoulders bump as she starts walking, and only once she’s out of his sight does she raise her arm to press the heel of her palm to her eyes. When she emerges, she sees the group very awkwardly trying not to look at her, Lucas having returned with Steve and Robin, and she takes a deep breath before sitting pointedly on the opposite side of the fire where she’d been before. It puts her right next to Steve on the log they’re using as a bench, and she’s gripping the tree bark until her knuckles turn white and splinters dig into her soft skin, but the pain is an anchor for the turmoil inside herself, and she is silent as her thoughts go a mile a minute-
Steve’s pinky finger extends on the wood, reaching out to rest on top of her own. Nancy lets out the breath she’s been holding, blinking as she realizes she’s been zoned out into the fire for a minute or two, and turns to look up at him. He gives her a worried smile and reaches up to dab at a stray tear that has rolled down her cheek, and then fully cups her hand with his own. She lets go of the log to flip her hand upside to intertwine their fingers, giving him a grateful squeeze. The kids are all looking at her, and Argyle and Will exchange a glance before getting up, going into the woods where Jonathan has yet to come out. Guilt wells up inside her and she focuses on the weight of Steve in her palm.
“So.. While we were out, Robin and I thought you kids might like some s’mores? I mean, we’ve got this nice big fire and everything,” Steve cuts the tension, not letting go of her as he reaches down into the plastic grocery bag to pull out a thing of marshmallows, clearly trying to shift the attention away from her. No one really has much of an appetite for sweets, but when Eleven finally asks, “What is a ‘s’more’?” Mike jumps up at the opportunity, standing to take them from Steve while he gets her to help collect some sticks, explaining the process to her.
Nancy lets out a shaky sigh, meeting Steve’s gaze again as she mouths, ‘thank you’. He shrugs one shoulder, eyes turning soft as he releases her hand to swing around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs into her hair, and for just a moment, she lets herself relax a little into it, and believe in his optimism. After all, she’s fucking Nancy Wheeler. She can do anything.
#vaguely Stancy#but mostly just anti-jancy#I’m not anti Jonathan Byers whatsoever#but I mean c’mon#he is slow-mo breaking up with her#and when Nancy finds out?? oh boy#this is just a drabble#but maybe also part 1 of something?#if you want to see where this goes#send me a message/reblog#Stancy fic#Stancy#steve/nancy#nancy/steve#Stancy fanfic#my writing
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Meandering Souls - Day 2: Door 2 - Gardening and Botany
Fandom: The House in Fata Morgana
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationship: Giselle & Yukimasa Aida, Yukimasa Aida/Pauline Asama, Yukimasa Aida & The White-Haired Girl
Summary: Until their souls cross path once more in the boundless sphere of fate.
The Maid teaches Bestia how to plant flowers; something he might've done before, a long time ago.
[A collection of unrelated one-shots for the @fata10thanni prompts:
Day 1: Door 1 - Mirror
Day 2: Door 2 - Gardening and Botany
Day 3: Door 3 - In the Shadows]
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Notes: I’ve actually hesitated for a while to write something with Javi for this one. I went with Yukimasa in the end cause it’s still *his* door, you know? But I don’t really like it in the end so I wonder if I would’ve done better to go with Javi instead like I planned initially…
Oh well. Sorry Javi, one day I’ll write something about you, I promise.
Also, just like in the first prompt with the Rhodes parents, Pauline’s mother’s name Filippa here is also her official name, in case you didn’t know.
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The manor’s garden didn’t look much like an actual garden and more like some untreated, wild forest.
Bestia didn’t know where he’d got this certitude, given he’d obviously never seen a normal human’s garden before, but somehow he was sure of this. A fact he was aware of innately.
Maybe he’d noticed without realizing it when he’d stopped at that village—
But no, he would not dwell on this.
Just thinking about the village was enough to make him nauseous.
Instead, he reported his gaze on the Maid, sat next to him, who was currently dirtying her hands in the ground .
“Do you understand now, Master?” She asked, after pulling out some more herbs and burying yet another seed. “Come on, give me a hand here. I might be a maid, but it is only the two of us here; and it is quite rude to watch someone work without helping, would you not say?”
Bestia did not understand. The Maid had solicited his help for gardening, but he couldn’t make sense of the reason why she bothered with this. She was weeding out , digging a small hole , then putting a handful of seeds into the ground. She did this almost every day. It seemed so useless to him.
“Why?” He managed to articulate, words still so foreign to him.
The woman stopped, then looked up at him. “Why am I doing this?” She inquired.
She was always surprisingly astute to understand him even when he barely managed to put together comprehensible sentences. Her hand, as white and ethereal as the moon, came resting on her cheek in a thoughtful gesture. Bestia thought about how strange it was that her skin was completely clean despite the fact she’d been twiddling dirt for over an hour now.
She truly didn’t feel human at all, even when she was doing the most basic of tasks.
“My, that’s a good question. Gardening can be useful to grow food, but what we are planting here is not food, so I can understand your bewilderment. Indeed, I suppose you could say there is not much purpose in planting flowers…”
A melancholic expression spread on her face, and Bestia felt more and more confused by the minutes. Why was she even spending time on this if she agreed it was useless ?
As if she’d just read his thoughts, she quickly continued: “There is no purpose… and this land has been cursed and dead for centuries. I doubt anything would be able to grow in it anymore, to be honest, but…”
Suddenly, she looked at him; jade eyes shimmering, enrapturing . “But I love roses. They are the flowers of love. And I know she loved them , too, so I am doing it for her.”
“For her.”
The Maid looked down at the ground, face perfectly blank, but an odd little smile stretch ed her red lips.
“For when she’ll come back.”
Bestia did not ask her who she meant by that.
Not because he was not curious, but because there was something, somewhere, in her voice, that told him it was a secret he had no right to be privy to.
So he simply helped her plant the seeds in silence.
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“Tsubaki?”
Yukimasa nodded at Pauline’s curious tone and eyes while she stared at his bag of seeds.
“This is what they’re called. That’s the name for Japanese camellias.”
“Ooh.” Pauline blinked at the seeds, looking at them fixedly as if she was trying to find something hidden in there. “But why does that has anything to do with me?”
He sighed. Sometimes, some part of his mind thought that if he was a normal man, he probably would feel embarrassed by this of interaction with Pauline.
“I… wanted to give you flowers,” he admitted. “And… because you always asks me so much about my home country, I thought… maybe you’d like some Japanese flowers…”
Not like Yukimasa knew much of anything about those , even less so about Japanese ones. Or about gardening, really. He'd always been a man of the sea; he'd never really had to deal with working the land before then.
“…But it’s not like you can just find those around here, so I asked your father, and he told me about how your mother has a garden and loved gardening, so…”
As the words finally started to get to Pauline’s head, a big smile spread on her face and her dark eyes shined with excitement.
“Yes, she has! Does that mean you’re asking for us to garden together?!”
“Well—”
“That sounds like fun! I’m not all that good at it, Mom always tells me I just make a mess of everything and so she generally want to keep me away from the garden— but if you’re here with me then she’ll probably agree! C’mon, let’s ask her!”
Before Yukimasa could reply , Pauline pulled on his hand and hurried him inside the family house. Her mother Filippa did seem quite reluctant at first to let Pauline anywhere near her garden, but with the condition Yukimasa had to keep an eye on her they finally got access to it.
Although Filippa had initially been a gainst her daughter having a foreigner for lover, she’d quickly warmed up to Yukimasa because of “how well-mannered and gentlemanly” he was, and she’d been very amiable towards him ever since. Sometimes, she even actively favored his opinions over Pauline’s and was also very enthusiastic at the prospect of them getting married.
Maybe he should feel a bit bad over deceiving Filippa so overtly when he was anything but an ideal future son-in-law, but it wasn’t like it was in his interest to try to disprove her.
He’d been deceiving Pauline for longer than that too, anyway.
“Okaayy, so they’re in! Do you think we need to do anything else now…?”
Pauline spoke cheerfully before patting the ground in a gentle way, as if she was afraid of disrupting the task she’d just accomplished.
They had finally put into the ground the seeds, and it had… certainly been interesting to watch Pauline make such a mess around her in so little time. Not only were her gloved hands completely covered in dirt, but so were her hair, face and clothes; and this despite her mother having insisted for her to take on an apron to protect herself. Yukimasa could now definitely understand Filippa’s initial reluctance about letting her daughter anywhere near the fresh ground .
But he supposed he shouldn’t be that surprised — Pauline was always like that, after all. So deeply e arnest and intense about everything she was doing that it ended up scattering this energy everywhere around her.
“Those are just normal seeds,” Yukimasa finally replied. “There’s no need for anything else. Just water them.”
“Hmm, I see…” Pauline patted the freshly-covered hole a little once again with the tip of her fingers. Yukimasa was the one who had no experience in gardening, and yet Pauline was always asking him for instructions. “Heheh, well, I can’t wait to see them finally bloom! I wonder what they’ll look like… and when they’ll bloom…”
As she seemed to get lost in thought, Yukimasa stared at her in silence. Her round, pale face was peppered with brown mud all over. It didn’t suit her, he thought, to be dirty like that.
Pauline had to always be clean and pamper, that’s just how it should be.
So before he could think about it, he reached out towards her and wiped out the mud off her face. Pauline, snapping out of her reverie , shrieked in surprise and blushed heavily, her cheeks feeling suddenly very hot under his fingers.
“Y-Yukimasa— What are you—”
“You were dirty.”
“O-Oh… Right…” After realizing what he meant, she giggled awkwardly. “I-It’s always like this with me, right? I just can’t seem to do anything right…”
“You planted the seeds right enough.”
“H-Huh? Oh…” For some reason, she appeared surprised at his comment; and then a gentle smile spread on her face. “Right, I guess so…”
She then looked around her, as if checking if there was not her mother or anyone else around, and then leaned in; briefly putting a small kiss on the corner of his mouth, as feeble as a butterfly.
Yukimasa could feel from here some dirt residual rest on his cheek as a result of this, but as Pauline pulled away and smiled shyly at him, he decided he didn’t mind it much.
“I don’t… know when they’re supposed to bloom,” he finally declared, then looked down at the seeds now deep in the ground.
Captain Asama had been the one to tell him those were red camellias, but he had not added anything else. A long time ago, Yukimasa had heard from his grandfather that red camellias in their culture symbolized a noble death for Japanese warriors, as well as love.
Romantic notions that didn’t fit him in the slightest.
But he had thought they fitted Pauline.
“Oh… well, that doesn’t really matter.”
He lifted his eyes towards the young woman in front of him, the lover he didn’t love , and she was smiling at him, like always.
“I’m sure they’ll be here when you come back either way.”
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“What are you doing in the garden?”
A soft, gentle voice shook him out of his thoughts, and when he raised his head a blur of green and white greeted him.
Michelle was looking down at him, curiosity printed all over her face; although he knew she technically wasn’t able to actually look at anything at all.
Bestia hesitated for a moment, not certain of what he should reply, because he wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing. The one who had dragged him out there in the first place to take care of the garden — the Maid, or the Witch, or whoever she was — had been nowhere to be seen; so to say the truth, he had no need to go there anymore.
But he’d noticed something unusual today, so he had to check it out.
“The flower,” he finally said.
He could see Michelle tilt her head in confusion.
“Flower?”
“Rose,” he clarified. “She… The rose planted there, it bloomed.”
The young woman’s red eyes widened in understanding, and they seemed to shine in excitement. Bestia wasn’t really sure why, as he should be the most surprised out of the two of them. The Witch had made sure to tell him this land was dead and cursed and that nothing could grow in there anymore. It was strange this single rose had managed to bloom, then, wasn’t it?
W ell, it wasn’t like he had any experience in gardening before anyway. He was just a beast.
“My, you planted roses? It sounds wonderful. I didn’t know you liked gardening.”
He didn’t. No more than anything else. It was the Witch that had planted them, but somehow he didn’t know how to properly explain it to Michelle.
(Or, at least, he didn’t think he liked gardening, but—)
The woman knelt down next to him, not caring about sullying her pretty green dress, and then with svelte fingers she patted around delicately, searching for the flower. At some point, Bestia decided to help her out, and with his much bigger hands he grabbed hers, pulling them towards the rose.
“Oh my,” she said, her small fingers gently caressing the petals. “It seems very pretty. What color is it?”
She raised her head, and for a minute, Bestia suddenly saw the figure of another person.
Another young woman, with black hair, earnest eyes, covered in mud from head to toes.
“I’m sure they’ll be here when you come back either way.”
“…White.”
“White roses, huh?” Michelle brought her fingers on her lips thoughtfully. “If I recall correctly, they symbolizes purity and loyalty. My mother told me so, once. Meanwhile red roses are for love and passion.”
Bestia wouldn’t know, but somehow, that seemed right.
“Do you… want it?”
“The rose? Oh no. I think flowers are prettier when they’re left alive and in the ground, don’t you think?”
“…Not particularly.”
Michelle chuckled, then looked down, as if trying to look at the flower despite her impaired vision.
“Why did you plant these?”
“Sorry?”
“I mean, there must’ve been a reason, no? Did you plant them for something?”
There was no reason, of course. Bestia hadn’t even really planted them, it had been the Witch. And even the Witch hadn’t seemed to expect for those to really bloom.
He wondered if she was satisfied even just a single one did bloom , wherever she was now. Maybe she hadn’t even noticed it.
But even so, the words left his mouth before he could think over them.
“It was for someone. When she’ll come back.”
Michelle stayed silent at that.
When Bestia came back to the garden the next morning, however…
The white rose the White-Haired Girl had touched had turned red.
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For future reference; stay the fuck away from gluten fast food if you’ve eaten nothing the whole day.
#I feel so sick. And this was YESTERDAY#I am NAUSEOUS and I didn’t put two and two together until now#Urghhhhh I hate this#Why must everything be gluten? McD’s isn’t even good enough to suffer from!#Anyway I’m just feeling under the weather and annoyed at the fact I didn’t realise the consequence yesterday#Iris Whines
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(Un)expecting - Azriel x reader
Tw: mentions of vomit and angst (happy ending)
You and Azriel weren’t ready for a child, but then the unexpected happens.
I added a background story. If you only want to read the preggo part, it will start under the cut (;
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Becoming part of the Inner Circle had been the best thing that ever happened to you. Decades ago, you started working for Rhys. After some months, he offered to introduce you to his family. You agreed.
You immediately got along with them. They quickly became a big part of your life.
One of them in particular caught your eye. The quiet shadowsinger always smiled softly at you. It only lasted a second before his face turned blank again. You never really spoke to him, onlly during meetings and when necessary.
After years of staying away from each other, you finally took a step towards him. You found Azriel sitting in the living room, a book open in his lap.
Normally, you would give him a kind smile and continue with your day. Today you decided to sit down and try to talk to him.
Your family wasn’t at home, so you would take this chance.
Azriel closed his book and looked up. “Do you need anything?”
You hesitated, since it was odd for you to sit down and look at him. “I just wanted to talk.”
Azriel put his book away and looked into your eyes. “What makes you want to talk to me?”
You gave him a confused look. “I- I thought I would talk to you. Since we never really have a conversation.”
He didn’t say anything back, as if he was figuring out what you really wanted. “You normally don’t talk to me.”
Your eyes widened a bit, surprised by his words. “That’s because I… I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me.” you said softly.
“What makes you think that?”
“You never really come to me.” you started, “I just want to be friends with you, just like I am with the others.”
Something flickered in his eyes. “I would like to be.. friends.”
After that day, you two started hanging out more. You spent hours talking to each other. Turns out, you actually got a lot in common.
Your feelings for him only grew, and spending so much time with him didn’t help either.
After months of staying friends, you finally kissed him. It felt right. The mating bond had snapped into place weeks after.
You told your family soon after and held a little ceremony.
Then the war started. You stayed together, even though some missions kept you apart.
You survived the war, luckily, and continued with your life. You felt happy with your new family members. Everyone was happy again.
You and Azriel had gotten your own house, since the Inner Circle had grown and the house was always busy.
———————-
It was now years after the war.
You and Azriel had talked about children a few times, since Rhys and Feyre had Nyx.
The war still haunted you and you weren’t ready, so you decided it wasn’t a good time to have a kid.
Azriel had been gone for two weeks now, on a mission. You always stayed at the river house when he was gone, so you wouldn’t feel lonely.
You woke up in your old room, the room you had stayed in when you still lived with Rhys and Feyre, just after the war.
Azriel would be home any day now. Until then, you would stay here. Feyre and Rhysand had been keeping you company for the past few days. They not only liked to be around you, but they also loved that you could babysit Nyx.
The sun had just come up, shining through your window. You had to admit, that you didn’t feel well rested. Normally, you would sleep perfectly fine (unless the nightmares woke you), but a nauseous feeling had been forming in your stomach.
You had probably eaten something wrong yesterday. It was nothing that hadn’t happened before.
You threw your collection of soft blankets off of you and walked towards the bathroom.
The nauseous feeling only started growing. You walked the last few steps to the bathroom a bit quicker. You couldn’t stop yourself from throwing up your whole meal from last night.
You coughed as the vomit stopped coming and sat down on the ground.
A knock sounded from the door, followed by it opening. You could sense her before she came into view.
“You look great.” she said.
You gave her a glare, “I don’t feel that great.”
Feyre chuckled as she helped you stand. “Did you have a nightmare?” her voice turned calm.
You shook your head, “I don’t know what caused it. It’s probably nothing.”
Feyre hummed as she looked her up and down. “Rhys told me Az will be back before lunch.”
Relief washed over you. You hadn’t seen him in a while. Not only hadn’t you seen him, you also hadn’t talked to him. The closest thing to talking were the comforting brushes that flowed through the bond.
“Why did you come in?”
Feyre shook her head, “Never mind. I thought I.. felt something.” she said. “Turns out I was wrong.”
Feyre looked at her again. “Put some normal clothes on and meet me downstairs.” she said, a grin forming on her face. “You and I are going to spent a morning together before your mate comes back.”
—
The morning had been fun. You and Feyre had walked through Velaris while talking and laughing. Before you left, Feyre had pushed Nyx in Rhys’s arms. You had given him a sorry look, but soon followed Feyre outside.
When you returned to the river house, you immediately sat down on the couch.
Even though spending time with Feyre was fun, you couldn’t wait to spent time with Azriel again.
Your eyes opened as you felt warm hands on you cheek. You didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you looked around.
The sun was already high in the sky, meaning you had slept for at least 2 hours. Your eyes went back to the person kneeling in front of you.
Azriel gave you a soft smile before you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly.
“I missed you.” you whispered as you buried your head in the crook of him neck.
He pulled away and held your head in his hands as he placed a loving kiss on your lips. “I missed you too.”
You looked him over, searching for any injuries.
Azriel made you look him in the eyes again. “I’m okay. I didn’t get hurt.”
You sighed and nodded softly. “Was I asleep?”
Azriel nodded, “Feyre told me you fell asleep the minute you sat down. I didn’t want to wake you at first.”
“I’m glad you did.” you smiled.
Azriel still looked at you, his eyes going over you. “Is there something wrong?” you asked.
“You.. smell different.”
You gave him a confused look, not understanding what he meant. If your smell had changed, Feyre and Rhys would’ve noticed it too.
“Are you feeling well?” he asked. You didn’t understand why he was asking these questions.
“Uh-.. yes. I mean, why wouldn’t I?”
Azriel’s face went blank, his eyes still soft. “What was that feeling through the bond this morning?”
You didn’t know he had felt it too. It meant nothing, so why did he worry? “I just felt nauseous and threw up. Nothing bad.” you said as you laid your hand on his cheek.
He looked like he was deep in his thoughts.
“Az, are you okay?” you asked softly as your thumb brushed over his cheek.
He cleared his throat and nodded, “Yes. Yes, everything is fine.” he said. He stood and turned around. “I will see you after lunch.”
He walked out of the room. Confusion flowed through you. You didn’t understand why he acted like this. Maybe something had happened on his mission, and he wasn’t ready to tell you.
You made your way to the dining room, finding Feyre, Rhys and Mor. You hadn’t expected to see the female here.
She greeted you enthusiastically, giving you a bone crushing hug.
You sat down next to Feyre. Your mind was racing. Feyre laid a hand on your arm, “Is everything okay?”
For once, you shook your head. You didn’t understand why your mate had run off. You needed answers.
“Azriel ran off.” Rhys’s attention was now fixed on you, along with Mor’s.
“What happened?” Feyre asked softly.
“I told him that I had missed him and I hugged him.” you started, “He then looked at me and told me I… smelled different.”
Mor choked on her drink and coughed. “I mean.. he’s not wrong.” Mor said.
Your eyes grew bigger as realization hit you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked softly. You were surprised they had even heard the question.
Feyre stood and held out a hand, “Come on.”
She quickly led you out of the room, before Rhys or Mor could say something that would break you.
Feyre sat you down and knelt before you, holding your hands. “I know you know.” she said. “And it’s okay to deny it, but just know that you need to choose sooner or later.”
Tears filled your eyes as you realized why Azriel had stormed out of the room, why he had acted like that.
You choked on a sob, “I’m pregnant.” you had to hear yourself say it.
Feyre squeezed your hands. She knew what you and Az thought about having children. What he thought.
Tears started streaming down your face, “He’s going to leave me, isn’t he?”
Feyre immediately shook her head, “Don’t say that.” she said. “He needs time.”
Your emotions started taking over as you cried into Feyre’s shoulder.
“You don’t have to keep it.” Feyre whispered into your ear.
You shook your head, “I promised myself I would keep the baby if I ever got pregnant. Unless we are in the middle of a war.” and the war was over. And there wasn’t going to be one soon.
“I will take you to Madja and stay with you until Az gets back.” Feyre said. You hugged her.
You appreciated the High Lady’s help. She felt more like a sister than a friend.
—
Feyre had taken you to Madja and stayed with you the entire time. Madja confirmed that you were pregnant.
Almost two months. The reason why Rhys and Feyre hadn’t noticed it, was because you had been with them for days when your smell slowly started to change. It had changed so slowly, they couldn’t have noticed.
When Azriel came back, he basically smelled another smell mixed with yours. The same with Mor.
You thought he suspected it from the moment he smelled you, and that throwing up confirmed those thoughts.
You asked Feyre to winnow you back to your own house and thanked her for allowing you to stay for the last weeks.
The house was dark when you entered it. You immediately made your way to your room. Everything felt so tiring. The nauseous feeling had been growing since lunch, but you didn’t have the feeling that you were going to throw up.
You changed into a shirt and sweatpants and climbed into your bed. The bed you shared with Azriel. You hoped that he would come home tonight, that he wouldn’t be mad.
You laid on your back, staring at the ceiling. You couldn’t help but let your hand rest on your lower belly.
The feeling that there was something growing inside you, made you feel exited, but also scared. You knew Azriel was going to make a great father, but you as a mother…
You had been through so much, and so had Azriel.
Tears fell down your face again.
You could feel Azriel enter the house. Great timing.
You turned to your side and let the tears continue to fall. He deserved to see you like this.
The door creaked open and Azriel stepped inside. He dropped his weapons in the corner of the room and changed out of his leathers. He didn’t speak, but you could feel the tension.
Azriel laid down seconds later, leaving some space between you and him. “I’m sorry.” he said. “I got scared.” you could hear the guilt in his voice.
You turned around, facing him. Tears were falling from his eyes. You wiped them away.
“I understand.” you whispered as you snuggled closer to him.
He held you tightly. “Is it true? Are you really..”
“I’m pregnant Azriel.”
You could feel him stiffen, it made your heart ache. “If you don’t want it, you can leave, but I’m keeping it.” you said softly.
Azriel shook his head. “I want this.” he said. “With you.” he noticed the tears on your face and immediately tugged you closer.
“I don’t think I can be a mother.”
“Don’t say that. You are the sweetest person I know. I know you are going to be a great mom.” he said softly. Azriel placed a kiss on your head.
“I’m scared, Az.” you admitted.
You felt him nod. “We are doing this together. You don’t have to be scared when I’m by your side.” Azriel’s hand went to your belly, placing it on it.
“I love you, and the baby.” he muttered against your head. “I’m so sorry.”
You looked up to him. “I forgive you. I understand why you did it, Az.” you kissed him. “It won’t stop me from loving you.”
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Jangobi 5 for the soulmate thing? Because that would make the fight on kamino just *chef's kiss*
soulmate au prompts
5. the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them.
Apparently there’s never any skin to skin contact in the movie? Because armor? So......... we’re gonna just. Quick little thing.
Also I’ve been doing a lot of “marginally less shitty” Jango, but this is just-as-shitty-as-canon Jango. It’s, uh, not much of a romance, because Kamino. Actually it’s mostly just a lot of angry yelling about human rights violations.
...I’m sure they’ll get together eventually. It’s just, you know... it’s going to take a while.
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Jango’s heard about this Jedi.
The man isn’t famous, or particularly acclaimed. It’s just that Mandalorians gossip, and Death Watch isn’t exempt, and Dred Priest still has friends in the terrorist group. So do a few others.
(Jango sometimes wonders if he’d have invited Priest, had he knows the monster was only a step away from being Death Watch himself.)
(Probably not.)
(He’d at least have been able to see the battle circles coming.)
Death Watch hates one specific Jedi above all others: Obi-Wan Kenobi.
It’s almost enough to make a man like the pretty bastard, except the reason Death Watch hates this specific Jedi is because he kept Duchess Kryze alive, and Jango isn’t much of a fan of hers, either.
In the moment, though, the main thing this all means is that Obi-Wan Kenobi knows Mandalorian customs.
First meetings, out of armor, mean ensuring the arm clasp has skin contact.
His eyes flick down to where Jango is reflexively pulling up his sleeves, and the man just... does the same, sodden as the beige-on-brown-on-dark-brown robes are.
Jango can’t just play it off. He has to, ugh, arm clasp with a Jedi.
Kenobi probably guesses how unpleasant this is for him, going by the grim little smile that he wears, the one Taun We can’t read and Jango can, but they touch forearms and le--
They do not let go.
“Oh kriff,” Kenobi swears, and then it’s just... it’s too late. It’s too late to stop anything.
“Jetii,” Jango spits as if it’s a swear.
He doesn’t want to be soulmates with a Jedi. No sane person ever wants to be soulmates with a Jedi, but as a Mandalorian, and as specifically Jango Fett, who signed onto this project for revenge against Jedi, the idea is just... excruciating.
“For revenge? Not entirely unexpected, but I’m still somehow disappointed.”
“Stay out of my head.”
Kenobi smiles at him, completely devoid of anything but the blackest of humor. “Are you staying out of mine?”
And, well, no. They’re soulmates. Kenobi has more of an idea on how to control how far his mind wanders into Jango’s, but in this moment, just seconds after being bound together by the universe... Jango’s slamming into Kenobi’s shields with an embarrassing lack of control.
“Is something the matter?” Taun We asks.
“I do believe we need to speak alone,” Kenobi says. “Unfortunate timing, but this is our first meeting, and it appears we are soulmates.”
“Ah. We were informed of the human tendency towards such.” She blinks, too large eyes impossible to read for Kenobi, but entirely readable for Jango after all these years. She’s irritated. “I apologize, but it appears we were unable to remove such unpredictability from the product.”
A wave of revulsion leaks out of Kenobi’s mind and into Jango’s. The man just nods. “I understand. As it is, I imagine that the near instantaneous communication on the battlefield will be a boon, if any are bonded to each other or to active soldiers.”
“I defer to your judgement as client, Master Kenobi,” Taun We hums, still irritable. It’s less visible in her face, but... Kenobi can feel it. “I shall leave you to get... acquainted.”
Aaaaaaaand she’s expecting them to sleep together the second she turns her back. The disgust she feels at the thought of such carnal activities is thirdhand to Jango, but he can still feel it, because Kenobi can feel it, because they’re soulmates.
“Oh, do tell me how you really feel,” Kenobi mutters, sweeping past him into the apartment.
Jango wishes he could slam the door as he storms after the Jedi.
“Listen here--”
“Absolutely not,” Kenobi says, with the kind of bland, impersonal smile that Jango’s heard Dred Priest bitch about at least a dozen times. “I need you to answer me this: why are you selling your children into what is clearly slavery?”
“They’re not my children.”
“You choose to be dar’buir, then?” Kenobi clucks a tongue, acting like he can’t even feel Jango’s waves of hate that are just growing by the second. “Shame on you, Mand’alor.”
“I am not the Mand’alor.”
“No. You are demagolka,” Kenobi says, the sweet words of Jango’s first language falling from his lips like poisoned honey. “They are your children, Fett. Your clones, just as human as you.”
“They are little more than droids, Jedi. The Kaminoans--”
Kenobi laughs, sharp and bitter, and it’s enough of a surprise that Jango stops talking. The Jedi strides closer, and it takes everything in him to not step back at what little emotion the Jedi allows through.
“Let me show you,” Kenobi hisses, putting a hand on either side of Jango’s head and it’s too much this is not a sense he is meant to have.
Kenobi cannot lie to Jango, not in this mental space. Not in this existence. He can cherry-pick what he shows, he can exaggerate, he can hide, but he cannot present a falsehood.
What Kenobi shows him, as he pulls Jango into his mind and drowns him in the sensation of the Force, is how each and every clone shines, bright and unique and so very human, so very sentient, so very alive.
These are your children, Kenobi says, directly into his mind and with no room to pull away. If they choose to disown you for your crimes against them, then that is their right, but until they do, they are your responsibility. You’re playing in denial and cognitive dissonance, soulmate mine. If I have to drag you into caring for your children the way any Mandalorian would, then so be it.
“Kriff off,” Jango manages to grit out in the real world. Kenobi looks unimpressed, when he lets go. The sensations in Jango’s mind, the jangled distaste and horror and anger, those are worse.
“Are you going to be dar’manda?” Kenobi demands. “You, who were once king of your people, have you really sunk so low to be the worst of your kind? To be so horrible that even Kyr’tsad would be shamed? Or worse, approve?”
“You have no place--”
“You are violating one of the core tenets of your culture!” Kenobi shouts. “You are being the worst of what you could be, Jango Fett! The most important, the absolute most important element of your culture, the care and nurture of children, and look at what you’ve done--”
“The clones--”
“Your sons!” Kenobi growls at him. “Your children, Fett. I’ve a student that is, by every Mandalorian standard, my son. I know what it is to take in a child that is not yours by blood, to raise a foundling, and you are cutting off millions that are your blood. You aren’t turning away an orphan to another family because you cannot care for them as they deserve, you are breeding your children for war like bantha to slaughter.”
Jango throws the first punch.
Kenobi throws the second.
By the time the fight ends, the room is in ruins, for all that they do not draw blasters or sabers. Kenobi has Jango on his back, straddling his chest with knees on his wrists, a vibroblade to his neck. Kenobi’s lip is bleeding, and Jango thinks he might have caused a hairline fracture in the cheekbone. Both of them have at least one broken rib, and Jango’s currently blind in one eye from the blood pouring out of a cut on his forehead.
Kenobi’s a good fighter. If it weren’t for everything else, Jango might have even been able to appreciate that.
“You,” Kenobi growls, fisting one hand into Jango’s curls and yanking for emphasis, earning himself a snarl in return. “Are going to fix this mess you’ve helped create. If I have to drag the entire Jedi council, the entire senate, if I have to drag in all of Mandalore to make you fix this, I will.”
There’s determination in those words, angry and a little spiteful, but mostly just... disappointed.
“Of course I’m disappointed,” Kenobi spits out, like the words are hot coals. He’s expressive. Jango wants to like it, but mostly he just resents the trait. “I hoped to never find a soulmate; it just complicates things. Opsec becomes a nightmare and holding to the code is difficult. And now I have a soulmate, and he’s an absolute monster that views his own children as little more than droids.”
“War is going to come for them no matter what,” Jango manages to say, and Kenobi’s look is back to unimpressed. “Don’t pretend you haven’t heard of the separatists. There’s an army of actual droids, metal and code, just waiting for the right moment to pick a fight. It’s too late to stop it.”
“...you’re not only raising an army of your own children, but engineering the war that’s going to kill them?” Kenobi almost screeches, and the wave of nauseous loathing that slams into Jango is almost enough to make him actually vomit. Kenobi didn’t pull punches, not in the actual fight and not in whatever mental battle they’re apparently having via emotions and words.
“I’m not engineering it,” Jango says. “I’m just one part in a bigger machine. I got my payment. The rest is on Tyranus.”
He doesn’t even stop the images from flickering through his mind, throwing the man who hired him under the speeder.
“Master Dooku?” Kenobi whispers, horror growing. “No, no, I killed the--the Sith can’t--I killed the one on Naboo, and the Council mentioned the Rule of Two, but... oh hells.”
“You know him?” Jango taunts.
“He’s my grandmaster,” Kenobi says, and Jango can’t imagine the rest is meant to reach him, but the undercurrent is there.
Count Dooku is, by Mandalorian law, Kenobi’s grandfather.
Jango... suddenly feels a little regret about the taunting.
“I’d rather you feel regret about your children,” Kenobi snaps at him. “Every single one of them is a person, one that you chose to bring into this world, and they are your children.”
The argument is going in circles, but there are still places to take this.
“Your army is all adults, Kenobi,” Jango decides.
“They are ten years old,” Kenobi retorts. “Accelerated aging, sure, but they are children.”
“They’re soldiers.”
Disgust again, the same thing Kenobi has felt every time Jango has reasserted the purpose these children were born to, the same thing Jango has told his son, his sergeants, himself, for over a decade.
“A son?” Kenobi whispers. “Is your denial that strong, Fett? That you would claim one and not the rest?”
“Payment,” Jango says, and lets Kenobi feel the rest, since he seems so karking keen on it.
“Keeping one child in exchange for letting yourself be the creator of a slave army,” Kenobi says, and he doesn’t seem impressed. “Weren’t you a slave? Two years on a spice ship, wasn’t it?”
“Don’t you dare--”
“And you would put your sons in chains,” Kenobi hisses, hands going for Jango’s head again. It’s a sense memory, this time, of dark tunnels and exploding collars and a dar’jetii that... was his older brother. According to the Jedi way of thinking.
It’s a twisting fear and pain and I will die so that others may live while looking at an older man, a Master, who can maybe save the other slaves at the expense of one too-angry Initiate’s li--
“Get out of my head!” Jango roars, and he still can’t move his arms, and his legs are held down by the Force, but he twists his head to bite and Kenobi snatches his hands away.
Kenobi glares down at him, almost sneering with the amount of disdain he has for Jango’s general existence. “I’m your soulmate, and had we met fifteen years ago, I might have even thought that an alright thing... but whatever you are now isn’t something I can abide by. You won’t listen to morality, so let me say this instead: a Jedi does not kill an unarmed opponent, but I have full authority to arrest you, even here. I will take you back to the Republic, to be tried for your collusion with a Sith, and you will go to prison. You can try to run, but I am in your head, and you’re in mine. Once you’re in prison, what happens to your son?”
The implication is there, but even if it wasn’t, Jango hears the thought:
They’re soulmates. The Republic would place Boba with Kenobi.
He refuses to have his child raised by a holier-than-thou Jedi.
“Holiness doesn’t have any meaning in Jedi philosophy,” Kenobi says, relaxing just the slightest bit. “Other religions, yes, but no place in ours.”
“You’re a self-righteous bastard,” Jango says flatly. “Despite threatening a child.”
“You mean threatening to take custody of a child being raised in an unhealthy environment, one where he’s being taught to devalue his brothers, engendering a mental dissonance where he has to convince himself he’s special for a reason and that you won’t just drop him if he fails to be perfect?” Kenobi asks. “I prefer to keep children with guardians who love them, but the argument that he’s better off away from you isn’t a difficult one.”
“Oh, like a child-stealer--”
“My mother tried to drown me when I was a toddler,” Kenobi says, even flatter than Jango had been a minute earlier. “Because I was Force-Sensitive, and it was considered curse on my home planet. A Jedi saved me. Tell me that was a kidnapping and not being saved.”
Jango grinds his teeth. “You’re damned smug whenever you have some sob story that outranks mine.”
“This isn’t about who has the bigger sob story,” Kenobi says, and Jango can feel how he’s just as ready to start clenching his jaw to deal with Jango’s bullshit. “It’s about you doing your damned job as a Mandalorian and a father, and taking responsibility for your children. All three million of them.”
It really, really is a pity they didn’t meet before Jango took this job. They could have been great together.
As it is, Jango goes for the groin shot the second Kenobi lets him back on his feet.
#Jangobi#kinda#Jango Fett#Obi Wan Kenobi#star wars#kamino#slavery mention#child abuse mention#just the usual clone stuff really#Phoenix Answers Memes#Phoenix Posts#sorry this isn't as shippy as people were probably hoping#mostly it's just Obi-Wan being deeply angry#and Jango being chock-full of denial and cognitive dissonance#500 notes
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He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Natsu
A/N: Woowie it has been a while hasn’t it 😅 Writers block can be a bitch but I think I have a few more ideas for the other boys. Let me know who you want me to write for next!!
warnings: insecurities (he makes you feel like you feel like your magic isn’t compatible, cursing
genre: angst to fluff
Other versions:
Gray ~ Laxus ~ Cobra/Erik ~ Bickslow ~ Gajeel ~ Jellal ~ Freed ~ Sting ~ Rogue
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Tension had been running high for Natsu when his fire attacks had been cancelled one after the other by the wind magic user, but when you were the one that accidentally nullified his attack with your water magic, that’s when he completely snapped.
You had taken note of the rising irritation in your boyfriend's behaviour, and you thought that he hadn’t noticed the attack coming his way so in the heat of the moment you decided to step in. As a result, your water extinguished his flames and you both could dodge his attack your opponent’s attack just in time.
“Natsu, I’m so sorry-“ “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
You were a bit taken back by his sudden tone as he had never yelled at you before. He took notice of your sudden state of shock, but that wasn’t enough to prevent the vicious word from coming from his mouth “Why the fuck did you think that was a good idea? Don’t you see that you’re a nuisance to me? All you do is fuck up my fire and get in my way. I don’t want your magic near me, can you get that through your thick skull?”
“Natsu!” Erza called out to the stressed fire dragon slayer “This is not the time nor the place”
“I won’t get in your way next time” You whispered before heading over to help Lucy with her opponent.
After a while, you overpowered your foes and were now on a train making your way back to Magnolia. You sat next to Lucy, while Carla and Wendy were seated in front of you. Natsu, Gray, Erza and Happy were seated in the boot next to yours.
“(Y/N)” Natsu whined “I’m dying, please help me” You usually summoned some water in the palm of your hand and let it softly swirl against his forehead. For some reason, it helped with the nauseous feeling, and you were about to give in until you realized his words from earlier. He wanted your magic nowhere near him. What if you somehow fucked up and splashed water all over him. You did not want to be yelled at again.
“Tell Natsu I’m asleep or something” You mumbled lowly, so only Lucy could hear, while you laid your head on her shoulder. She gave you a sad smile, knowing the outburst was still fresh on your mind. She complied, making Natsu groan in response but eventually gave up. He didn’t look too much in it as he knew how tired you could get from these jobs.
Once out of the train, you didn’t spare Natsu a second look. You walked in front of everyone, but Erza quickly caught up to walk next to you, while the other looked after the two Dragon Slayers that were still feeling a bit nauseous from the train ride “Are you okay?”
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked.
Erza clicked her tongue as she looked at you from the corner of her eyes, absolutely not believing the lie that just fell from your tongue “Natsu was way out of line”
“He was just stressed, it can happen to the best of us” You shrugged it off, hoping that if you treated it lightly it wouldn’t weight down later in your mind.
“Still not an excuse to work it out on you” She pointed out.
“I know, thank you for caring, but really Erza, I promise I’m okay.” You gave her a small genuine smile which she returned.
You didn’t return to the guild as the others did, instead, you went home, telling the others you were too tired from the mission to deal with the shenanigans from Fairy Tail. Natsu offered to walk you home, but you kindly denied it, leaving him a bit confused. He realized he should probably give you some space since he lashed out at you. He made a mental note to apologize next thing in the morning when he’d see you.
“(Y/N)! Baby!” Natsu ran over to you and hugged you tightly while spinning you around making you squeal in surprise “put me down, Natsu”
“Only if you forgive me for what happened yesterday,” he said.
“I forgive you. You were stressed, I get it, it’s no big deal” You forgave him.
“I knew you’d understand, you’re the best” He kissed your cheek as he placed you back on your feet “anyway Happy and I found this job and-“
“I think I’m gonna take a day off, still feel a little tired from yesterday, you can go, though, have fun” you cut him off before he could fully explain the mission.
“Alright, make sure you take care of yourself today! I’ll be home as soon as I can, so we can cuddle” He kissed your forehead before turning to the Exceed “Let’s go Happy! Let’s go ask if Lucy wants to join”
That’s how the following weeks went. You always found an excuse to not join Natsu and Happy on the job. Sure you had forgiven him for his outburst since he was under a lot of stress. He shouldn’t have taken it out on you, but you also knew it could happen to the best of us when you’ve hit your limit. However, you couldn’t help but see some truth in his words.
Your magic was not compatible and made you doubt yourself. You associated yourself strongly with your magic, as every wizard did, so I made you think if you and Natsu were suited for each other. After all, that was one of the many reasons why Natsu and Gray shared such a peculiar friendship.
You had often heard of the saying that opposites attracted, but nothing could be further from the truth. The human race is a narcissistic species and wants nothing more than finding themselves in their significant others. Huge differences might be exciting and fun at first but are bound to break in the long run.
“(Y/N), you wanna go on a mission with us?” Natsu asked as you stood in front of the board with job applications.
“Can’t, I promised Gajeel I-“ You started to explain but cut yourself off when Natsu threw you over his shoulder “Natsu! Let me go! Natsu!”
“No we need to talk,” He said in a serious tone, making you stop struggling against his grip and let him take you outside, so you could talk in private.
“What do you wanna talk about?” You asked softly as you took notice of the sincere expression on his face.
“Why are you avoiding me?” He asked as his black orbs were searching for answers in your eyes.
“I am not” you deflected his question, but you breaking eye contact as soon as the words past your lips proved you were lying.
“Ever since that day I lashed out at you, you haven’t gone on a mission with me” He pressed.
“That’s not true” you denied once again which made him frown. Why were you dishonest with him?
“Okay, when was the last time we went on a job together?” He asked. Your silence was a clear answer and you both knew it. Your gaze averted to the ground, but he refused to let you shy away from him as he placed a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up until your eyes meet once again. His hand softly from underneath your chin to lay on your cheek “are you still upset with me?”
Your heart shattered at how vulnerable he was right now. His playful antics long replaced by guilt that had been slowly eating away at him for the past days. “No, of course not”
“Then please tell me what I did wrong. I can’t stand the thought of me deliberately hurting you. Please tell me what’s troubling you, so I can fix it” He pleaded.
“Do you-“ You paused to collect your thoughts “do you think we’re right for each other?”
“What do you mean?”
“That day you said my magic was a nuisance. It got me thinking and you were right. You have to evade my magic so often, and it's all because it isn’t compatible with one another. I just didn’t want to be more of a hinder than I already was, that’s why I started to join others on their jobs just so I wouldn’t mess up yours. I just sometimes wonder if my magic isn’t the only thing that isn’t compatible with you.” You frowned as you hear yourself your insecurities out loud.
“Hey, no, stop. What I said that day was completely out of line. I took my frustration and took them out on you and I shouldn’t have. I have no excuse for how I acted that day. You didn’t deserve it, and I’m sorry for making you feel bad. So what if we’re a little different. I thought you always liked a good challenge?” He apologized.
“Sure I like the thrill of our relationship, but it doesn’t take away from the fact our magic isn’t suitable for one another. I just think we’re setting ourselves up for failure. A challenge is fun for a little while but we both know that stability is what you need if you want a relationship to survive in the long run” You explained.
“Then we’ll defy those odds. I’ll show everyone and especially you that you don’t need something like psychology to prove if a relationship will work or not. Please let me prove to you how much I can love you and let me prove to you that I’ll eventually become that stability you crave.” He vowed. “I always thought you weren’t one to be quick on giving up when things get rough”
“I’m not, I just don’t want to put my heart out there if I know from the start it’ll only get broken” You uttered somberly.
“I promise you it won’t. I’ll love you with every fiber in my body until the day I die. I will never make you doubt yourself or our relationship again” He told you, sincerity audible in his voice.
You smiled softly at him as your arms sneaked around his waist while your head laid on his chest. His arms immediately reacted at your touch, shielding you away from the world as his lips planted a soft kiss on your head “I love you”
#fairy tail#fairy tail imagine#fairy tail imagines#natsu dragneel#natsu dragneel imagine#natsu dragon slayer#fairy tail natsu#natsu#fairy tail lucy#fairy tail gray#gray fullbuster#fairy tail x reader#lucy heartfilia#laxus dreyar#lucy heartifilla#natsu x reader#natsu dragneel imagines#natsu dragneel x reader#fairy tail x angst#fairy tail one shot#fairy tail jellal#laxus#erza scarlette#natsu x angst#gray x reader#fairy tail gajeel
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Karasuno boys when you wander away
Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Dachi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, & Kageyama Tobio, all with a Fem!Reader
Warnings: probably some swearing but nothing besides that :)
A/N: So this is somewhat based on my IRL relationship haha. I’m very bad with just walking away or getting distracted by something and always worry my partner xD thought it would make for some cute headcanons! Let me know if you’d like more!
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Tsukishima had only looked away for a moment. He walked towards a fresh fruit stand, glancing at the peaches and wondering if you wanted one to snack on on the way home. He glanced back and his lips parted to ask you, but you were no where to be seen.
His lips turned into a frown, trying not to give into that small moment of panic as his eyes scanned the outside market. You were no where to be found nearby. His heart pulsed harder against his chest as his mind reminded him of that news story of girls going missing in public places. Tsukishima pushed through people, giving half-assed apologies as he thought about you being dragged away and no one noticing. How had he not noticed? How would he find you? What should he do now?
His heart raced as he continued to look for you, giving out a small yelp when he felt someone grab his hand.
“Tsukki?” You were suddenly next to him, smiling innocently up at him. “Are you okay?”
The rush of relief that came with seeing you next to him was followed with frustration. “Idiot! Where did you wander off to?” He scolded, his hand tightening on yours.
“There was a puppy,” you admitted with slight embarrassment, smiling shyly. “I just gave him a couple of pats - he looked so lonely. Everyone was ignoring him,” you explained, nodding towards an older man who was dozing off on a bench. He had a leash in his hand and a large dog sat next to his feet, eagerly watching people was if begging for someone to pet him.
Tsukishima shook his head in disbelief, “You scared me for a dog? Moron,” he grumbled, pulling you further into the market. He didn’t want to be in such a big crowd right now.
You giggled, trying not to note the redness in his ears, “Aw I’m sorry Tsukki, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You tugged on his arm gently, trying to give him an apologetic smile but he kept looking away from you.
“Whatever, get yourself lost for all I care,” he pouted slightly and you tried your best not to laugh at how such a tall boy could act like a 4 year old.
“I’ll stay with you, promise. Won’t ever leave your side!” you insisted, clutching his arm and beaming up at him.
Tsukishima glanced at your smile, noticing it looked... almost playful? “What?” He raised an eyebrow, already knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.
“You care about me,” you teased, reaching up to poke his nose playfully. “You were worried about me because you careeee about me.” You had expected him to pull his arm away, stomp off until you apologized for making fun of him.
But instead he just rolled his eyes, flicking your forehead gently, “Maybe just a bit.”
That surprised you just a little, your heart skipping a beat or two in response, “I am sorry, Tsukki, I didn’t think I went off that far. It just got really crowded,” you told him sincerely, squeezing his hand gently. “But lucky for me! You’re so tall so it’s easy to find you!”
Tsukishima scoffed some more but blushed anyways, feeling now like he had overreacted, “Whatever. You’re buying me a snack to make it up to me, idiot.”
“Mmkay!” You beamed, the two of you roaming the market together. Tsukishima pretended like he had completely forgotten the whole thing, but you noticed that he never let go of your hand that easily after that. And he always kept you close in crowded areas.
So yeah, maybe Tsukishima Kei really did care for you.
Daichi is a calm cool collected dude. Calm. Cool. Collected. It was as if he was chanting these words in his brain, eyes frantically trying to find you. CALM COOL COLLECTED, he desperately tried to remind himself. Everything is FINE.
But that still didn’t answer the question: where the hell could you have gone off to?
It was one of the first big matches that Daichi ever invited you too and the crowds were 10x bigger than anything you’ve been to. Daichi’s whole body trembled with the idea that you were completely lost and waiting for him to find you.
“I’m sure she’s alright, Daichi! Y/N’s probably just exploring,” Asahi clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder, though Daichi could tell he was nervous too.
“Stop being such worry-bums,” Suga insisted, smacking both of their arms. “Y/N can be as scary as the rest of us! No one would pick on her!”
You were fully capable of dealing with things yourself, Daichi knew this. But he felt a surge of protective energy anytime he felt you needed him. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled to his friends, his feet quickly running around the gyms to try and catch a glimpse of you.
“Daichi!” Your voice made his eyes widen, darting around to try to find you. Suddenly, he was attacked with a full on jump hug, staggering backwards to keep them upright.
“Y-Y/N! Where’ve you been?” Daichi asked with a laugh, holding you tightly and trying to avoid showing you how nervous he was.
“Coach Ukai told me Hinata left his shoes in the bus so I went to grab it before the game! Shimizu-san and Yachi were both busy so I wanted to help!” You explained, smiling up at him while holding the little bag up for him to see. Your eyes flickered over Daichi’s for a moment, noting the slight blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t fully meet your gaze. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, your lips turning into a little smirk, “Were you worried about me, Daichi?” You teased and laughed as his face turned even more red.
“Well I can’t win without my lucky charm on the stands,” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.
“Oh and I just thought you liked me,” Y/N shot back with a laugh. “Didn’t know it was just cause of your game.”
You turned on your heel, starting to walk back to the gym, Daichi following while stammering out a, “I-I do liked you!” He tried to laugh off his nerves, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave you a smile, “Don’t make me all nervous before a game, love!”
You two shared some more laughs as everyone warmed up, and just before you headed to the stands, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Daichi tried to play it off cool but he was wobbly the whole walk towards the team and the group of boys just laughed, all slapping his back in pride.
Unlike the Cap’n, Asahi is not calm, cool, or collected. I mean I think he’s cool but not in this sense LOL.
Asahi and you decided to have a picnic for lunch in a nearby park. But while he was setting up, you magically disappeared and Asahi felt all of his panic just intensify.
Did you? Leave him? To be on his own? Was this your way of breaking up with him?
No, Asahi tried to convince himself, you loved him. You guys had been together for almost a year now, that’s not how you’d end thins... is it?
Maybe you got lost? Did Asahi walk a little too fast to this spot? He knew sometimes you had a hard time keeping up with his long legs but he thought you had been holding his hand this whole time.
His eyes scanned the somewhat busy park. He couldn’t find you anywhere. His heart was starting to beat way too fast and his fingers were shaking while he tried to text the other third years to ask what the hell he should do.
Suga: LOL knowing Y/N she probably saw some cute chipmunk or something and stopped to take a photo of it
Daichi: don’t worry, Asahi, she’ll probably find you soon - you’re this gigantic dude in a park. I doubt she’d lose you
That didn’t help. Now Asahi was noticing how parents and kids were specifically avoiding him. His bottom lip pouted as he wondered just what he could do to seem less intimidating. Should he sit down? No, what if you were trying to see him? Sitting would only make it harder!
Just as he was considering climbing up the nearby tree to see the park from a higher distance, you popped out from some nearby bushes, holding a few wildflowers.
“Asahi?” You blinked in surprise, finding him trying to find a foothold on the tree. “Are we... eating in the tree?”
“Y/N!” The poor boy almost knocked his head on the tree when he turned around to see you, eyes widening. He immediately ran over to you and twirled you around in a hug, “God, you scared me!”
You quickly apologized profusely seeing how nervous he was, “I’m sorry, Asahi! I saw some pretty flowers over there and thought maybe it would be nice to decorate our tablecloth with!” You kiss his nose and cheeks over and over again trying to get him to calm down (but really that’s just making him more flustered).
The two of you share a gorgeous meal together, and you spend the rest of the day with his head in your lap and you braiding his hair, intertwining some of the flowers you found. The two of you talked about everything and anything and Asahi made sure from that day forward, he could always spot you. Any time you guys weren’t holding hands or standing next to each other, everyone noticed that Asahi’s eyes would dart over to you every now and then, whether consciously or unconsciously.
When he got home that night, he pressed the flowers you put in his hair in a book and kept them as a keepsake. And then gave them to you in a gift for your anniversary later.
Kageyama would start feeling panic and wouldn’t even know why. The game was starting soon and something just didn’t feel right. His muscles? No… he felt in tiptop shape. He stretched a little extra today too to make sure he wasn’t feeling stiff. His stomach? No, he made sure to have some food and milk a little earlier. And he wasn’t feeling nauseous so it couldn’t be that. His hands? No, they felt perfect in fact. He was so excited for this game earlier, he had felt the anticipation running to his fingers to just set the perfect ball. So why was he feeling so uncomfortable?
His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think about what was making him feel different. His eyes scanned the crowd unconsciously before realizing what it was.
You weren’t standing up there with the rest of the Karasuno fans.
Where the hell were you?
His feet moved towards the gym doors before Ukai yelled at him, “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Kageyama? The game is staring soon!”
Kageyama’s eyes widened, noting the whole team watching him curiously. Why did Kageyama seem so nervous? He never seemed nervous.
“Don’t worry, Kageyama, with my spikes better than ever, we’re definitely going to win!” Hinata grinned, trying to lighten the tense air in the team.
“I’m not worried, just don’t be stupid on the court,” Kageyama replied, shrugging it off. But his eyes still scanned the stands. Where were you? You had said hello to the whole and wished Kageyama luck just a few minutes ago? So how come you weren’t standing up there with Coach’s friends and Yachi?
The whistle blew to indicate the game starting and Kageyama felt his stomach turn. Why was he feeling like this? You were probably fine so what did it matter?
You had been buying some milk from the nearby vending machines to make sure that Kageyama had some after his game. You knew that he had accidentally finished all the ones he had packed earlier and had been kinda crabby about it so you thought maybe it would cheer him up. You had stood in line for the vending machine for what felt like forever but it was all worth it knowing that you could throw the milk boxes into your lunch bag to keep them cool. Knowing Kageyama would be excited about it made you really happy.
As you walked back towards the gym, you could hear cheering. Your eyes widened as you realized that the game had already started and you ran towards the stands.
“Y/N! There you are!” Yachi’s smile looked oddly nervous. Not that she wasn’t normally nervous at these games, but this one seemed different. “I think something’s wrong with Kageyama.”
Your eyes shot down to the court, seeing how stiff Kageyama looked next to everyone else. They were patting him on the back, yelling “We’ll get the next one!” and Noya screaming, “BRING IT ON!”
“He was looking for you in the stands earlier I think,” Yachi told you with a small giggle, “He looked really nervous when he couldn’t see you.”
Your heart swelled slightly, wondering if Kageyama was off his game because he hadn’t been able to see you. “Kageyama!!” You yelled from the stands, cupping your hands around your mouth. The dark haired boy’s head shot up to look at you, a sense of relief growing on his face. “You can do it!!” You screamed some more, the people on the stands behind you yelling in support.
Even from far away, you could see his lips turn upward in a smile.
Alright, you both thought to yourself. Now we can get started.
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A dream come true
Short series
Fluff
This is part of a series. I highly recommend reading Seven words first.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
Summary: Natasha and Y/n go and visit Melina, Yelena and Alexei, Natasha’s parents and sister. Something unexpected happens. (This takes place about 7,5 months after Seven words, meaning the reader is now about 8,5 months pregnant.) No spoilers!
Warnings: Description of giving birth (nothing bloody or too detailed though)
Word count: 2.2 K
A/n: Part two!
Natasha parks the car on the small farm and you let out a heavy sigh as you feel the baby kick, earning you a worried look from your wife.
“You sure you feel good enough?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, just a firm kick.”
You give Natasha a reassuring smile, allowing her to relax a bit. You move your hand to the doorhandle and open it, you wait for your wife to round the car, so she can help you to get out of the car. You’re almost nine months pregnant by now, which means your bump has grown quite big. Natasha holds her arm around your waist as the two of you walk to the door. Melina immediately answers the door, before Natasha could even ring the doorbell.
“If that isn’t my favorite daughter in law!”
“Привет. Как поживает моя любимая свекровь” (Hello. How is my favorite mother-in-law doing?) You say to Melina in your best Russian. “Ну, кто-то практиковал свой русский.” (Well, someone has been practicing their Russian.)
“Yeah, I got kinda sick of doing nothing. Natasha didn’t even let me walk to the grocery store.”
“Ho, stop. Don’t go there, I was just following the doctor’s orders.” Natasha says as the two of you enter the house.
“I know baby. I’m sorry.” You say, giving her a kiss on her cheek. Natasha takes your coat off your shoulders and hangs it on a hook. You smile at her. You suddenly get a little light headed, reaching for Natasha’s arms. She holds on to you tight, letting you lean on her until you’re feeling well again.
“You guys can sit on the couch. I’ll get you something to drink.” Melina walks to the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water. Natasha sits down sideways on the couch with her legs slightly apart, so you can sit between them, opening her arms. Gratefully you rest your back against her front. You take the glass of water Melina hands you and take a few sips, before handing it to Natasha, who puts it on the side table.
“Sorry about back there. I am really thankful for everything you do. I know I have been quite the pain in the ass lately.”
“What? No baby, you’re no pain in my ass. I love taking care of you, especially when you’re nauseous, sick and throwing up all over my new clothes… It’s cute.” Natasha says with a playful smirk on her face.
“Come on Tash, really? I’ve told you I’m sorry a hundred times.” You whine, putting your head in your neck, so you can see Natasha. She gives you a kiss on the tip of your nose.
“I guess you’ll just have to buy me a new one.” She chuckles, giving you another kiss. You move your eyes forward again, letting your head rest on Natasha’s chest as you close your eyes.
You begin to doze off, when a loud voice startles you awake. You quickly sit up straight, the action causing you to collide with Natasha’s chin, which was resting on your head. After you apologize to Natasha, you look at the source of the noise. Alexei is standing in the doorway, speaking loudly.
“Y/n!”
He walks over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. You gasp for breath as he nearly squeezes you.
“Alexei! Careful, you’re smushing her and the baby.”
“Oh, sorry. I forgot.” Alexei quickly steps away, his face turning slightly red.
“It’s okay. Good to see you too, you smile at him. You then look back at your wife’s scared expression. You reassure her you’re okay, before leaning back again. You make some small talk with Melina and Alexei about the Avengers and about how the farm is doing. You talk about the pigs, the chickens and the new horse they recently bought.
Around five o’clock Yelena comes in. It had started to rain just after you and Natasha had arrived and the blonde entered the house, soaking wet. Melina handed Yelena a small towel and when she was mostly dry again, she greeted you and Natasha.
“Hey sis and her preggy wife.”
“Hey Yel.” You both greet her and she carefully gives you a hug.
“How are the two of you doing?” She asks you.
“We’re doin-” Nat starts.
“No, not you Nat. Y/n and the little guy.” Yelena interrupts Nat. You frown at her words. You slowly turn your head to Nat, to see her looking at Yelena with an angry face.
“Yelena.” Nat exclaims annoyed.
“It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“It doesn’t matter, Nat. I’m sure Melina and Alexei can keep it a secret for the next two weeks or so.”
“Wait! You’re 8,5 months already?” Yelena interrupts you. Shouldn’t you be at home, resting?”
“That’s what I have done for the last few months. I’ve got enough sleep for a lifetime, read every book in the bookcase and watched every film on Netflix, Prime Video and Disney+. So I got a little bored, you know?”
"Yeah... of course."
After you talked for another hour or so and Melina finished cooking, you all ate together. Although the food was delicious, you only ate a small amount, earning yourself a few concerned looks from Natasha. You felt her hand on yours as she softly whispered something.
“You okay, honey?”
You hummed in a response.
“I’m just a little tired I guess.” Natasha nodded and after desert she stood up, announcing your departure. You felt Melina’s eyes on you.
“Are you sure honey? You can sleep here if you want. It’s quite a long way home. Yelena is staying over too. You and Nat can have the spare room, you just have to refresh the sheets. Yelena can sleep on the couch.”
“I’m sorr-” Yelena protested, but one look from Melina and she nodded her head.
“I actually think that we would rather sleep in our ow-” Natasha was about to reject the offer, but you pulled her sleeve, stopping her from finishing.
“Actually, we would really appreciate that. Thank you, Melina.”
“You walked your pregnant body down the hall slowly, taking forever. Natasha came after you, supporting you.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go home?”
“I’m really tired Tash and the weather outside is only getting worse. I don’t want us to have to stop halfway the ride, or worse, crash against a tree.”
“Yeah, me neither. Let’s get you to bed.”
Natasha helped you get to bed. She brushed your hair and made the bed, while you sat on the chair. You nearly dozed off and you were almost asleep when you felt Natasha pick you up bridal style, carrying you to the bed. You didn’t protest, you were too tired. You laid your head against Natasha’s shoulder as she let you down on the bed. She gently put the sheets over you. You put one arm above the sheets, laying it over your belly protectively. Natasha gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead and walked to the bathroom. You relaxed your body, ready to fall asleep, when you felt Natasha getting under the blankets behind you, wrapping her arm around you, her hand covering yours on your belly. You gave in to her warmth for a moment before saying:
“Tasha baby, you don’t have to go to bed too just because I’m tired.”
“But…” She protested.
“No baby, get out of bed. I can fall asleep on my own fine.” You felt a kiss on the back of your head, before Natasha got out of bed.
“Sleep well baby.” She whispered, before quietly closing the door.
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Ow
You opened your eyes, half-awake as you felt a wave of pain going through your body. You put both hands on your belly, the source of the pain. The pain slowly faded as you were still hugging your own body. You took a few minutes to fully wake up. You turned around, reaching out to Natasha. She wasn’t next to you.
“Hey babe.” You heard her voice, you looked up at her. She was sitting in a chair, reading a book. She stood up from her chair, walking to you.
“What’s wrong.” You were about to answer her, when another wave of pain hit you and you curled up in pain. Natasha’s eyes widened.
“Is- is it time?” You nodded as you puffed away the pain.
“Yes… I think… so.” Natasha’s eyes widened even further. Her demeanor suddenly changed. She couldn’t panic right now. You needed her.
“What can I do?”
“Get Melina.” You answered. Melina rushed to your room. She sat down next to you. Her hand on your back. She spoke to you softly.
“When the next contractions hits, I will measure the time between them. All you have to do is puff them away. You probably learned that at delivery training, right? You nod. Another contraction hits. Melina looks at her watch, puffing with you. A minute goes by and the contraction ends. You relax your body and look up at Natasha, who is standing in front of you like a statue, with a pale face. Melina looks at Natasha too and as soon as she sees her daughter, she orders her to sit down.
“Sit down, Natasha. We don’t need for you to faint.”
Natasha listens to Melina’s orders and sits down on a chair.
Ten minutes go by before another contraction hits you, forcing a cry to leave your throat. You feel a wet pool forming between your legs and you grab Melina’s arm.
“I think… my water broke.”
The contraction ends and Melina helps you to get up from the bed. You stand next to the bed, leaning on Natasha, who has stood up from her chair. Melina quickly pulls the sheets off the bed, throwing them in the corner of the room.
“Stay here for a minute. If she has another contraction, puff with her until it ends and measure the time between them.”
Melina leaves the room, going to her own room.
“Wake up Alexei.”
“I’m already awake.” He grumbles.
“Some idiot decided it would be a good idea to scream and-”
“Y/n’s in labor, now get out of your bed and put a pan with water on the stove.” Alexei quickly gets out of his bed, rushing to the kitchen. Not intending to be anywhere near you when you give birth to your son. Melina quickly gets some towels from her closet, laying them on the bed, before heading back to your room. She enters the room as another contraction makes its way through your body. Melina orders Natasha to carry you to her room.
Natasha picks you up bridal style and you hold on to her tight, your screams muffled into her shirt. She lays you down on Melina’s bed and carefully helps you undress you lower body. You make yourself as ‘comfortable’ as possible, letting your back rest against some pillows as Melina stand at the end of the bed between your legs. She tells you it’s time to push and you hold on tight to Natasha’s hand, almost squeezing it.
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Melina carefully hands you the little guy, after she cleaned him with the water Alexei warmed and wrapped him in a light blue blanket. With tears staining your cheeks, you take him and press him against your chest. After you give the little guy a kiss you look to your left, at Natasha.
Her eyes are red from crying, her chest moving up and down quickly. You give her the little boy. With shaking hands, she takes him from your hands, afraid she’ll drop him. He’s the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. More tears start to fall.
It warms your heart, looking at your wife with your son. She is crying, but you know they’re happy tears. Her dream of being a mother finally came true. The two of you had a son. You knew she would be the best mother ever as she looked up at you, her eyes full of love.
You gesture her to sit down next to you and you wrap her and your son in your arms. Nat lays her head against your chest.
“What do you think of James? After Bucky?” Nat suggests.
“James.” You repeat “James Romanoff. Perfect.”
“Romanoff?” Natasha asks, looking up to meet your eyes.
“Romanoff. After his mom.”
A/n: When it says ‘your son’, ‘your’ is in plural, like Y/n’s and Natasha’s son.
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ascendance - 01
PAIRING: mob!bucky barnes x reader
WARNINGS: violence, dark themes, age gap (reader is 23, bucky is 37)
SUMMARY: she was at the wrong place at the wrong time and a misunderstanding dooms her to a life as an ascendance card under the watch of the executer.
A/N: i’m so excited to go back to my mob writing roots with this one. there’s a bit of a few twists and changes to the traditional mob writing i’ve done before and i am really excited to be sharing chapter one with you. hope you enjoy it xx
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The ambience was dark, badly lit by the yellow flickering lights in the halls with echoes of the buzzing of the hot old light bulbs. There was no sound but that buzz and the heavy sound of his boots hitting the rotting wood floor boards. The scent in the air was putrid, a mix of what seemed like life meeting its end stage, cheap cider and weed. It was definitely different and he didn’t trust it.
At the end of the corridor there it was. 107. The 107th flat in purgatory with the door slightly opened. He pushed the door open, the smell getting more intense and his boots sticky with the liquor spilled on the floor.
- What did you do? - each word was punctuated with intense disbelief, as if this was all a nightmare.
- Bucky, help me!
PRESENT
The wind brushed and pulled her hair into different directions as she stepped off the train’s step. She rushed through the streets of New York, hair pin stuck in the middle of her teeth as she fought the winds to try and set her hair into an appropriate hair do while running down the street at the same time. The chattering people and the sun peaking through the clouds was hopeful as she grabbed her coffee from the same vendor off the side street as her eyes gazed upon the Metropolitan Opera House which had been gracing the New York landscape for longer than she had been on this earth and now she was part of it, she was a small speck in an almost 60 year long history.
Her smiled widened as her sneakers hit the pavement, eyes gazing over the fountain and the flags of the production coming down from the opera house’s arches. The same production she was part off. Sure, she was a chorus girl but the mere thought of singing on that stage, of watching that public in those red velvet seats under the chandelier just made it all more exciting. She walked inside the theatre through the stage door, meeting the manager at the door.
- Hi. - she leaned her hands against the desk where the manager was surrounded by attendance and cast sheets as well as a big laptop shining a blue light onto her face. The woman didn’t even look up, instead putting up a board with the names of all people in the production in front of her. - Do you need to see my ID?
- Just sign in front of your name.
Y/N giddily looked at the list of names, hers closer to the bottom but there, written in bold Arial font. She signed her name in front of her printed one with the barely working pen, before pinning it over the board and handing it over to the manager who pointed inside the opera theatre. She held onto her gym bag harshly, padding the sublime floors and looking around with such wonder one would believe she’d never been here. She’d been here before, she was here every month to watch a performance but now she was not guest, she was not just another person walking in with a ticket, she was part of it, she was part of the show. After years of doing community plays, workshops and failed auditions, she had gotten here and suddenly all those days spent in bed feeling miserable in bed after getting rejected yet again didn’t matter anymore she was here.
Her eyes glanced at every tiny little ornament in the opera house until she entered the theatre room. Her heart filled with joy and happy nostalgia as the red and golden tones of the room involved her. There wasn’t anyone in the theatre yet except for a few musicians from the instrumental pit and some cleaners so she was free to roam around. Her fingers traced the suede velvet of the red seats, finding a few missing binoculars on the grounds but not really caring.
- You! - she whipped her head towards the voice which came from a woman, probably in her mid 40s all dressed in black with a gold name tag slightly above her left breast.
- Hi. - Y/N smiled, extending her hand towards the woman. - I’m Y/N, I’m the new ...
- I don’t care, we need silk ribbons, now.
- Oh, I ... I’m new, I don’t know where I’d get silk ribbons, m’am.
- The costume room? Go, stop looking at me as if you were Bambi and go.
- Oh, okay.
She made her way hastily out of the theatre room wondering how she was going to find silk ribbons, where she was going to find them and why she had to find them. Maybe it was a hazing ritual for new people, after all, she had been into various hazings during her career, including downing a whole bottle of honey which she couldn’t even finish, only eating one fourth of it before becoming nauseous.
She stopped in the middle of the hall, wondering where the costume room could be. It couldn’t be on the top floor, that was usually where the bars and common rooms were so if the building followed regular construction protocols for opera houses, it was probably on the underground section of the house where the dressing rooms used to be. Y/N ventured into the lift, pressing the lowest number on the number chart of the panel until she reached the underground floor. Y/N looked around, people running in and out yet no one stopped whenever she tried to question where the costume room was. She had managed to find the costume shop but no luck finding the costume room until she was pretty much pressed against a dark door with those exact words by the passing crowd.
She twisted the knob of the costume room door, tumbling onto the dark room as a result. The room was filled to the brim with costumes on each side of the room, a plexiglass divider between the two sides which stopped every meter or so and also appeared to be divided onto female and male costumes with the ensemble costumes at the back. She padded across the concrete floors, looking through dresses and accessories for ribbons but no successful attempt. The ruffling from the other side of the room had her turning around, forehead furrowed as she walked towards the plexiglass divider.
- Hello? - she questioned, wondering if there was someone in this room who could help her find silk ribbons. Great, she had barely joined the company and was already screwing up. Great, Y/N. Way to go, Y/N.
She saw someone all dressed in black just like the women before, yet there seemed to be something which didn’t match up; black jeans, black shirt and black leathe jacket as well as a pair of also black boots, scruffed and probably entirely too old to still be holding up together. Her eyes caught his which despite the low almost non existent light of the costume room, were light, a sort of greyish blue like the calm sea before of storm. His gaze pulled hers in, like gravity and she couldn’t help but clutch the jacket next to her as a bad feeling along with something she’d never felt before settled in her stomach.
His hair was mostly pushed back yet the ones which framed his face fell like dominos. She moved along the side where she was to one of the plexiglass gaps and he did the same still maintaining eye contact with her, until the two reached the gap. She didn’t notice she was holding her breathe in until she breathed out.
- Hi. - her own hand gripped her wrist, shoe grinding against the floors. - Uhm, I’m new here and this lady sent me down to find some silk ribbons but I can’t find any. Do you ...
- I... uh ... I don’t know where they are. - he faltered for a few seconds before regaining his posture.
- Oh, I thought since you were here, you might be one of the stage managers.
- I’m not. - his tone was monotonous, almost as if he had the answer to her question before she even made it.
- Oh ... - she rubbed her neck. - Are you also looking for silk ribbons?
- I’m looking for the dressing rooms, actually.
- They’re down the hall. - she pointed at the door as if it was the “down the hall”. - Hum ... Are you new here too?
- Yeah. Thanks. - he walked towards the door, opening it and stepping out before catching her gaze once again.
Y/N remained in the middle of the room as if she were in a transe and maybe she was. It felt like she was falling yet she was firm on her feet and she did not like that feeling. She did not like that feeling of falling, it wasn’t feeling, it was hopeless falling and she wondered why looking at a man who looked like an 80′s glam rock reject made her feel like that, so lost. Maybe it was the respect he appeared to command by merely looking at her or maybe it was the nerves about being new and not being able to find some goddamn silk ribbons. Damn it.
- Call for 30 minutes before dress rehearsal. - the voice came from the intercom and immediately her mind dropped the idea of finding silk ribbons and moved to finding the ensemble dressing room and get dressed and ready. Damn it, this was going well.
She rushed down the hall, bag almost slipping off her shoulder until she saw the door with the ensemble plaque on it. The young woman peaked inside the room where pretty much everyone with a role on the ensemble were already sat down. She shyly walked in the middle row until she found her own little corner, her name written on a sticker on the mirror along with photos of how the makeup should be done as well as how to get the costume in correctly. The same goofy smile returned as she sat down and saw her name above her. It was fine, she was here, she was part of a company.
- Hey you’re new. - the girl next to her twirled her chair to face her. She already had her makeup on and hair pinned curled up and ready to put a wig cap on. - I’m Elliot but people call me Elle.
- Y/N, I’m the new chorus girl. First day.
- Aw, welcome. - she had a bright smile, inviting and almost as exciting as the whole experience of being there. - Do you want help pincurling your hair? I can get it done while you do your makeup.
- Yes, please. - she pulled out a big box from her bag which had all her makeup and pins.
Elle started pin curling her hair up while she put an inappropriate amount of blush on which was just appropriate to get on stage under the bright yellow lights. Turns out half the practice for opera is learning to do your makeup under bright yellow lights and then learning to sing. 10 minutes to rehearsal start, she was along with Elle going down and up to the main stage where most dancers were warming up. Elle left her to do so, leaving Y/N once again to just stand there, looking around like a little sheep in the middle of wolves.
- I’ve never seen you around. - her shoulders almost went up as he turned to see one of the principal sopranos, if not the principal soprano. She had seen all of her shows ever since she was a teenager and she had even wrote an essay for university on her for a module. Catherine Vargas, the best New York could offer, if not the best the world could offer. - I didn’t know they were still casting dancers.
- Oh, I’m a chorus girl, Mrs Vargas.
- A chorus girl? - she furrowed her brows at her, looking her up and down. - What type?
- The type who ... is in the back with the ensemble. - her voice lowered at least a few volumes down, back curved as if she were bowing.
- I know what chorus girls do. I asked what vocal type.
- Lyric soprano, m’am.
- A lyric soprano in the chorus. Interesting. Where did you train?
- Julliard, m’am.
- Julliard? - she looked her up and down again. - That is a great school. What is a Julliard graduate doing in the chorus line?
- Everyone starts somewhere. - she laughed nervously, scratching her arm as she did so.
- Not a lyric soprano from Julliard. Composers sure do love an ingenue, don’t they? Don’t worry, a few months with me and you’ll be supporting.
- That’s ... that’s really kind, Mrs. Vargas. Thank you.
- Don’t thank me. Could you get me some honey from my dressing room? I’m feeling a bit strained.
- It’s 5 minutes until rehearsal starts.
- It’s okay, chorus normally doesn’t do much during rehearsal. Can you get it?
- Yeah, I think so.
She straightened her crinkled skirt, looking behind her back before going down the stairs which led down to the dressing rooms. This was good, right? Getting into one of the main star’s good graces besides she was right, the chorus didn’t really get much attention during rehearsals, at least not as much as the main characters. It’s easier to get away with screwing up in the back than in the front, her teacher would tell her which would always earn a few laughs from her colleagues. Yet, Y/N hated to make any mistakes. She would stay up all night in front of a cheap piano she had bought from a charity shop, playing and singing the same 5 note progression until her flatmate yelled at her to shut up. For her, if it wasn’t perfect and if she didn’t get any criticism while performing it, she hadn’t done it right. It didn’t matter at the end of the day but what did matter was to climb up the ladder. She didn’t want to be a star, all she wanted was to be able to be on that stage forever with the spotlight shining on her and she knew there was only one way to climb up. Actually there were two, extreme luck and connections. Now, she didn’t have the best of luck so her major choice was to make connections and reach that status.
She made her way into the principal dressing room. It was probably one of the biggest she had ever seen, with expensive decor and various flowers covering it. She wondered how many flowers she received on opening nights if that was the number she had on regular days. Y/N made her way to the desk, opening drawers and more drawers to find honey until she found it on the lowest drawn. She went down on her knees to grab it, mindless and careless to everything that was happening until she felt a sharp pain on the side of her her.
Then everything went dark.
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Small AU Part 2: Med Bay
Read Part One Here!
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When Luke woke up, he was lying in a medical bed, and the room was freezing cold. Instinctively, he pulled the covers up over his body, and in doing so, he realized that his right hand was still missing. He opened his eyes and scowled, but in doing so, he realized that he was not alone. A med droid hovered over him.
“Do not be alarmed,” the med droid said. Imperial. His…his mind was clearer, somehow, and the knowledge came easily.
And considering that he was a Rebel, and a very high profile one at that, he had every reason to be alarmed.
He yelped, trying to jump out of bed, but he didn’t feel coordinated, and his legs tangled in the bedsheets and the next thing he knew, he was falling backwards off the bed towards…
His body froze in midair, and he heard the unmistakable mechanical breathing of Darth Vader.
His father.
He remembered now. He remembered Bespin, remembered the cold freezing chamber, a chamber not much colder than the med bay he was in now, remembered screaming, remembered a red-hot lightsaber searing through his wrist…those dreaded words…
I am your father.
Luke suddenly felt nauseous, and he didn’t think it was because his body felt like someone had run over it with a speeder numerous times. Not as Vader lifted him through the Force back onto the bed, and shoved the bedsheets back over him.
“You would do well to stay in bed, young–” he stopped abruptly, staring at him, his mask unreadable, but Luke could somehow feel a furious confusion brewing in the armored Sith. “You will stay in bed until you are cleared to leave it.” He said instead after a moment’s hesitation.
Luke glared. He remembered now. He remembered how this man had hunted them across the galaxy, how he’d tortured Leia, tortured Han. He was the reason Han was missing–
“Scans complete.” The med droid said, far too cheerfully for the situation Luke had found himself in.
“Explain.” Vader ordered curtly, not tearing his gaze from Luke.
“In appearance, the patient is but five years old–”
“I am not–” Luke broke off, the sound of his voice startling him into silence. That…that didn’t sound like him. Sure, people didn’t sound like they did in their own heads, but even his internal perception of his voice was different, wrong, somehow. He reached up and touched his face…or tried to.
His hands–hand–was tiny.
The nauseous feeling intensified.
The droid continued as though it hadn’t heard him. “However, there is evidence that the patient was once an adult at an undetermined age before he was somehow illogically de-aged. As a result, his body is experiencing side effects, including muscle pain, loss of consciousness, nausea, and likely trouble with memory retention.”
“I remember just fine.” He glared at Vader pointedly.
“Then perhaps you could tell us how you came to be like this? It would certainly help with putting together a recovery plan.” The med droid said.
Luke opened his mouth…and paused.
How did he become like this?
“I…there was a mission…” he trailed off. That’s all he could remember. He couldn’t even remember if it was a solo mission, or if others had been with him. “...I guess it went wrong.”
“As I suspected,” The med droid nodded knowingly, “trouble with memory retention.”
“But I remember everything else!” Luke insisted.
“That you know of. There could be gaps in your memory that you don’t even realize.”
“I doubt it.”
“Fine. Then what planet are you from?”
Luke hesitated. Vader was standing right there…but he supposed this wasn’t anything that wasn’t common knowledge about him already. “Tatooine.”
“How old were you before you were de-aged?”
“Um.” He tried to remember, exactly. “In my twenties.”
“What about an exact age?”
Now Luke glared at the droid. “Does it matter?”
“It does if you cannot remember it.”
“I was nineteen when I destroyed the Death Star.”
“You are…were twenty two. The Death Star was destroyed three years ago.” Vader suddenly cut in with a booming voice. Luke winced at the sound. “Accept that you likely have memories missing and move on. It is not the most pressing concern.”
Luke scowled, annoyed that Vader was involved in any concerns of his, but instead he simply grumbled, “I was mostly right.”
Vader chose to ignore him.
“Have there been other cases like this?” Vader asked–no, demanded. Luke couldn’t imagine Vader asking for anything nicely. How in the galaxy was he related to someone like Vader?
The droid processed that question. “According to my databanks, negative, but considering that the patient is not dead, it is my professional opinion that this is not a first attempt experiment.”
Experiment. Luke didn’t like that thought.
“So you’re telling me that I was part of some secret government experiment?” He shot a look at Vader, “And you don’t know about it?”
Vader waved him off. “We do not know it is a government experiment. This is a large galaxy, we do not monitor every scientific experiment that is conducted.”
Luke scowled. “I think you’re just saying that because you don’t want to admit you don’t know something.”
The room’s temperature dropped a few degrees as Vader’s mood plummeted. “Watch your tongue, boy. I am aware of all experiments conducted by the Empire.”
Luke did not believe him, and he made sure the look he gave him reflected that.
“Additionally,” the droid said, “the patient is Force sensitive–”
“I am well aware,” Vader interrupted, but the droid continued.
“I am no expert in Force sensitive subjects, but from what little programing I do have, I would not be surprised if this change had affected the boy’s use of the Force.”
Vader snapped his gaze back to Luke, but Luke was busy trying to figure out if he could feel anything different. Vader seemed to be quicker at assessing, because tension seemed to leave his shoulders and he said, “I sense no change.”
Luke had no doubt Vader was pleased with that considering what he wanted him to become. He had to resist the urge to throw something at the Sith. It would probably get thrown back at him before ever nearing his target.
“Then perhaps I was mistaken. Otherwise, the patient is in good health. In theory the worst of the side effects should last a few days. Do not hesitate to reach out if that is not the case. In the meantime, bed rest is recommended.”
Luke didn’t even like bedrest as an adult. A memory of his childhood surfaced–he was sick, and Beru practically had to camp outside of his door to ensure that he stayed in bed. Luke had still managed to play with his toys under the covers without being caught.
Vader’s head tilted towards him, and though he doubted Vader could read minds, Luke held onto that memory for a moment before thinking, see? My memory is just fine.
He thought he sensed a dark amusement from the other man before Vader turned away.
“You will speak nothing of Skywalker’s condition to anyone except myself, am I clear?”
“Yes, Lord Vader.”
“Then you are dismissed.”
Luke didn’t bother to watch the droid float out of the room. He instead watched the Dark Lord like he was a crazed gundark about to strike.
“Do you remember what I told you?” Vader asked when the droid had left.
“That you’re my father? Unfortunately.”
Vader chose not to comment on that. “I told you when I found you like this that we would fix this. I have already searched the planet below. I suspect that a recently destroyed research facility was the root cause of this…condition. My troops are scouring the wreckage for answers as we speak.”
That was not what Luke expected him to be referring to, but now that he mentioned it, he did vaguely remember Vader telling him that while he’d run around the city in a panic.
Vader hesitated. “It is…good to know that the side effects aren’t immediately life threatening, but we still do not know the long-term effects. We must find a way to return you to yourself before that can happen.”
“What, like going through puberty again?” Luke asked as sarcastically as possible.
“That would be unfortunate, yes.” Luke frowned. Was…that a joke? Somehow, it only made Vader seem more terrifying. “I am, however, referring to long-term effects that could kill you.”
Luke held up his stump of an arm. “You were pretty clear that you aren’t opposed to that.”
Vader said nothing for the span of a few mechanical breaths. “Not like this, son.”
The words were surprisingly gentle…or as gentle as Vader could sound with that vocorecorder in his suit. Still, that wasn’t exactly comforting.
“I will inform you the moment I have a lead.” Vader said, firmer this time, and he pointed at him. “You will stay in that bed until I find a suitable living space for one your size.”
Luke scowled, already trying to think of a way out of this situation.
“And do not bother to try escaping. Your shields are non-existent, and I would know before you even made the attempt.”
Luke’s scowl deepened. He’d need to work on that…if he could remember how.
“Yes, you do need to work on it. It would seem that the med droid was right about your memory, since your shields were decent on Bespin.”
“Stop reading my mind!”
Vader said nothing, only turned to head for the door.
“I’m not five.”
Vader paused. Truthfully, Luke wasn’t sure why he’d felt the need to say it, but he continued. “If the droid says I look five, I’m not. I’m older.”
“And how exactly would you know that?”
“Because I was always small for my age.” He hated admitting it out loud, but if for some reason it helped Vader fix him…he wasn’t above telling him. Besides, it seemed like harmless information for his enemy to know. “I still have bartenders try to card me if I order alcohol.” Which was rare, but he didn’t think that was relevant to the conversation.
Vader looked at him for a few moments, as though digesting this information that he could never find in some Imperial profile on him. Then, “I guarantee no bartender will serve you alcohol now.”
Now that was definitely a joke, but Vader was gone before Luke could hurl an insult at him.
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um the one shot based off of champagne problems was bloody amazing !!! please do a part 2 😩
the amount of requests i got for a part two was scarily high, so here it is;
Harry woke up from another nightmare.
His skin sweating and his hair messy, he had to double check his room and make sure he was safe. He’s bolted up so fast in bed that he was worried he’d knock himself unconscious. When he did a survey of his surroundings and laid back down onto his bed, he cried.
He cried and cried and cried.
Harry let his eyes close and recall that same evening he was having nightmares over.
I couldn’t feel anything.
I was numb to the touch. I felt nauseous. Light-headed. I needed someone to pinch me that this was actually happening, but I was worried I wouldn’t feel anything at all because I knew it was happening. It had happened.
Y/N had left. She’d gone. No, is what she’d said.
The whole in my heart from where Y/N had filled made me feel completely empty and useless. I wouldn’t find a purpose now. I always thought it was going to be Y/M, I was so sure. I thought she’d been sure. Yet, i’d ruined it and now she was gone and all that was left of her was the dark void in my burnt out chest.
My hands shook as I reached into my jacket pocket to pull out the ring box. It’s black velvet coating was dusty, because it was the my grandfathers. It was supposed to mean something, because she meant everything. Yet, she left me. She said no. The one most important person in my life and she’d left me. And fuck did I need her so bad. She was my fucking other half and my soulmate but she’d gone. She said no.
I threw the box into the wall, watching the ring bounce out and onto the floor. I screamed. I let my pain release itself upon me. I wanted to feel something to help me release i’m not as numb as I thought. I crashed onto the floor, knees banging hard on the wooden floorboards. I cried. Eyes stinging and mouth screaming my heartbreaking cries. I was in so much pain and yet had never felt so empty.
I noticed my mum and Gemma run up the stairs first. Mum dropped down next to me whilst Gemma collected the ring and the box, piecing it back together like it wasn’t broken - like it could just be fixed. No. This was unfixable. I was broken.
“Harry breathe hun.” Mum spoke softly and repeated over and over again. I wasn’t short of breathe, I was just extremely numb. Empty. So much pain though. I appreciated that she wasn’t telling me it was okay, but we both knew that was far from the truth. My person, my favourite person, had left me just like that. So quickly.
5 minutes. That’s all it had taken.
A couple of other guests came rushing upstairs, desperate to see a broken man. They were most likely curious as to what had happened to the surprise, but there was none. No surprise, because there was no engagement. It was over and I was done. Finished. Why bother trying to love any more when all it ends is in heartbreak? It must be me. I just must be unlovable.
My hands shook and my cries continued, but it was a friend’s voice that brought me out of my trance.
“She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame shes fucked in the head.”
I saw red.
How dare they speak about her that way. How far they treat get that way. Y/N may have left me but my heart still fucking beat for her. It bled for her. I was burning for her. I needed her, fuck I needed her.
I got up and ran down the stairs, ignoring everybody. I picked up a bottle of champagne and ran out of the front door. I popped the cork, sending it flying and I walked. I walked and walked and walked. I drank and walked.
The bottle was half empty when I made it onto her driveway.
I didn’t even realise I was here until I was here. I put the bottle down on the floor and straightened my tie, making sure I looked presentable for when I got my already broken heart broken even more. I was ready this time. But I fucking wasn’t. I couldn’t even raise my hand to the doorbell, crying before even lifting it. I cried for me. I cried my shitty heart. I cried because I love Y/N so much. She is my everything.
“H-Harry?” Her voice shot through my body and sent tingles running all up my spine.
I spun around to see her standing half-way down her driveway and eyes so heavy from crying. Her eyes were as bloodshot red as her dress. She looked perfect. Absolutely stunning. Even looking so broken and so…sad, she turned my world on it’s axis and kept me spinning. Looking at her I knew she was my home. My comfort. My person. It was just so hard to understand how 5 minutes could’ve made her feel anything but that for me.
“Y/N.” I tried to say her name firmly, but my voice cracked at the sight of her so broken. At the sight of us so broken.
“Harry w-what are you doing here?” She stuttered, wiping some of her mascara away so she didn’t look so tired and upset.
“5 minutes.” I whispered.
“Sorry wh—”
“I’m just trying to understand how everything fell apart in 5 minutes.”
“It didn’t.” She answered back, making my eyes flicker from the stone cold ground to her breathtakingly beautiful face. She was actually an angel if ever I saw one. The moon shone upon her like it had chosen her specifically to love on. I was jealous. Even the moon could touch what I couldn’t.
“What?” I asked confused.
“Forget it, Harry. We— I can’t do this.”
“Do what?” I begged for answers, moving closer to her and feeling somewhat happy when she didn’t move away from me. It made me relieved that she wasn’t entirely neglectful of me.
“Us, Harry. I can’t— It’s—” And then she started crying really harsh tears. She cupped her delicate hand over her eyes so I couldn’t see those beauties anymore. My heart broken at the sight of my sad girl. I hated it so much. I should be angry, furious, cross, upset. Yet, all I felt was sorrow and hurt for my girl. My Y/N. I moved towards her and hesitated before wrapping my arms around her, enclosing her in the tightest bear hug I could manage. I wanted her to feel loved, at least for a moment.
“Please talk to me, Y/N. I’m begging.” I cried as I rested my head on top of hers. I wanted her to know I was really hurting - that I was just as broken as her.
“I’m so sorry. So sorry Harry.” She just cried and cried, making me cry and cry. Her arms didn’t wrap around me and that stung a little, but I got to hold her so that was enough for me.
“You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.” I reassured her, trying to be brave for the both of us.
“I d-don’t deserve to be.” She whimpered and it cracked my heart even more. I was going to need so many fucking plasters for this breakup. And wine. And cigarettes.
“Don’t say that. It’s not true. You just fell out of love with me and—”
She pushed away from me with a strong push, freezing me and making me widen my eyes at both her outburst and strength. “I didn’t!” She shouted, surely the neighbours were hearing this from inside their homes. I didn’t care though. I was focused on her and her alone.
“But...”
“I-I didn’t.” She cried and cried. “I love you. So much Harry. But…”
My heart didn’t know what to do now. Did it hurt for before? Did it hurt for the future? Or should it burn for the emotional tug of war my heart strings were playing?
“But what, baby? Huh? Because I fucking love you so much. Isn’t that enough?” I shouted, trying to get through to her. I needed her. Wanted her. I loved her.
“It is.” She bravely smiled before continuing. “It’s just i’m not enough.” She wobbled her lips about to start crying again but I didn’t let her. I caught up to her and held her cheeks in my palms. Her words hurt even more than a simple no.
“Never say that to me again. Ever. You hear me?” She nodded her head as her eyes clouded over again and mine followed suit. “I love you, Y/N L/N. If you never want to become my wife, that is okay. I am okay with that. I would love to see you walk down an aisle, but not at the cost of this. I’m not loosing you. I won’t. I- I can’t, okay? A world without you… Shit.” I had to stop and breathe to catch my breathe, Y/N still looking at me with starry eyes. “A world without you isn’t with living properly.”
“Harrry…”
“No Y/N. I mean it. Please. I love you. You love me. Why can’t that be enough for us?”
“It is. I-I want it to be.” Y/N stuttered.
“Then what is it?” I asked urgently, not understanding why this was all happening. And now. “What happened in those 5 minutes Y/N?”
“Harry!”
Harry was brought out of his daze, or more of a nightmare, bu shaking hands on his shoulders. His face was wet with tears and his body sweaty. He was okay, though. He tried to push the nightmare away. Far away. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter, because you were currently straddling his waist looking at him with sorry eyes as you woke him from the nightmare.
You were here.
“Baby…” He whispered, raising an arm to cup your cheek and you leaned into his softly. You gave it a kiss and he welcomed it with all his heart.
“Another nightmare?” You asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah.” He sadly answered and you nodded sadly.
“I’m so sorry.” You spoke quietly, guilt laced rich onto your voice.
“No. Don’t do that. Stop.” Harry ordered, sitting up so that his body pressed against yours. He was so close you could taste the minty toothpaste he used before bed last night.
“It’s just.. Every nightmare you have, I can’t help but feel so guilty.” You frowned, looking to see his head shake at your words.
“Listen to me,” Harry stroked a hand over your hair and left it cupped at the back of your neck for support. “That night, sure, didn’t go as planned. I got hurt, but so did you. It wasn’t just me who had to leave because the heartache was too bad, it was you also. Sure, you were the one to say no, but I was the one who didn’t notice how sad you were. We both made mistakes that night and I won’t let you go another single fucking day thinking that your mistakes were worse than mine. We both hurt that night. We hurt each other. I just don’t ever want to lose you again. That’s why I have the nightmares, because I can’t see you leave me again, angel.”
With teary eyes you looked at him with so much awe. He had fixed your broken heart and you, his. “I love you.” And you meant it.
“I love you.” And he meant it.
He slowly picked up your hand resting it on his cheek for comfort. He loved the feeling of your soft and delicate skin there. You looked into his eyes and knew that he meant every word he’d spoken in the last 5 minutes. He loved you and forever would. The kiss he left to the ring on your finger proved just exactly that.
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WE'LL BE OKAY - NAT.
summary : nat and you never got along. reasons still unknown, but it was affecting the whole team. steve assigns you both to a mission, with natasha acting harshly. she said something to you before heading off. she got in your head and the aftermath wasn't so pretty.
contents : angst (??) / fluff
warnings : mentions of blood, guns, bullying, cursing and just occasional marvel fight scenes.
NOT PROOFREAD.
a/n : my first fic aaaahhh !! i was inspired by a lot of similar fics like this, but mostly by this WANDA FIC WRITTEN BY @/maximons - i suggest you give it a read BCS ITS SO GOOD ARRGH <3
you don’t know how the feud started between you and natasha. you couldn’t tell if it was because of your age or because you were new.
you had quite an age gap with the former assassin, being a striking 24 years old, but according to the russian - you might as well have been 12 years of age.
unlike most of the avengers, you had a decent childhood. it wasn’t filled with trauma, and death, and basically what some of them unfortunately went through. you grew up in the suburbs with your mum and two older siblings. you got all the toys you wanted and everyone loved you! because of that, you were always polite and cheery - it’s what made people like you. you were funny and usually managed to put a smile on people faces ; usually.
natasha found your positivity irking and unnatural. how could someone be so, happy? she felt as if you were shitting rainbows down her throat, and god, did she hate it. how could someone like you even have the guts to be an avenger?
she enjoyed picking fights with you out of nowhere, and as fun as it was at first - the hostility only progressed and became a disruption to the whole team, including you. you tried your best to really become friends with natasha - or at least be civil with her. but the more effort you made, the worse she treated you. all you wanted to do was make it a little easier for the team, you all have enough crap to put up with and the quarreling between the both of you was definitely not needed.
─── donk.
“nat! y/n! conference room one, now!” steve’s loud voice called out through the speakers placed throughout the compound.
you set your book aside before running down to the conference room as you were told. you walked passed natasha, already giving you a sharp glare from afar. she adjusted her speed and basically ran to where away from you. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her as you trailed behind.
you entered the room, greeting everyone politely before sitting down next to wanda, who saved a space for you.
“alright, now that we’re all here..” cap began, walking around the table where you were all sat. “we’ve got a mission for two of you,”
“did you call us here to compete for it? because i am so getting this mission.” natasha stated, pointing at everyone as if she was threatening them. “uh, no.. not exactly. we’ve already assigned the mission to two of you..”
“who?” she asked, wanting to leave the compound immediately and get some action (not the peepee way).
“you and y/n,”
hearing your name, you just froze. you couldn’t help but stare at steve as if he was out of his mind.
“what?!” natasha squeaked. “i’m sorry, but there is no way i’m going with her. it’s probably best if i go on my own!”
“that’s just mean..” you replied quietly, in your seat. you weren’t in the mood to argue, so you tried to contribute as little as possible into this conversation. “cap, if natasha doesn’t want to do the mission with me, i’m totally fine with sitting this one out.”
“oh, don’t suck up and use your y/n reverse psychology on this. it’s not gonna work,” she spat, obviously mad about the whole situation. “nat, i’m being serious. i know how much you’ve been dying to go out, so please. just take it.”
“no, y/n, you’re going with nat. we’ve decided this already.” steve stepped in, trying his best to set his foot down. “steve, i think you know this isn’t going to happen.” natasha glared.
“you either go together or y/n takes someone else.”
“steve! i swear i’m fine!” you argued, seeing how natasha’s ears were practically steaming from anger. “i-”
“no, you know what? fine. enjoy your mission, y/l/n.” she growled as she stormed out of the room. you couldn’t do anything but watch as she slammed the door shut. as much as you wanted to chase after her, you and everyone else in the room knew you’d probably make the situation a thousand times worse for natasha. you sighed and slammed your head on the table in exhaustion.
“we’re sorry, y/n. we thought her need for a mission would make her say yes even with the partnership.” bucky said from the other side of the room. your head shot up almost as quickly as you blinked. “what do you mean?”
“we thought sending you two on a mission together could… make the arguing stop - even by a little.” steve explained, sighing. you laughed at them, did they really think that would work? did they know the obstacles you went through to try to get on her good side? your first few weeks were HELL because of it.
“it’s alright.. clint? what do ya say?”
“always up for a mission, y/l/n.” he smiled, giving you a fistbump.
─── donk.
clint knocked on natasha’s door after the meeting. “nat? it’s me,” he called, nat opening the door a few seconds after.
“can you believe them? they know how much i dislike her and they’d send me on a mission with her? Bozhe mo! (oh my god!)”
“nat, y/n is awesome. it’s been months, it’s getting tiring.”
“oh, please. it took forever to get any of you guys to trust me. doesn’t mean it has to be the same with her.”
“nat, she’s a kid!”
“ugh, don’t say it like that. it makes my thoughts uneasy..” nat replied, mock-gagging. clint glared at her as he playfully shoved her. “you’re so stupid.”
“and oh, i’m going on the mission with her.”
“wait what?! but you’re my best friend, why would you take it!” she exclaimed. “i never say no to a mission, nat. you and i both know that. i thought you did, too.”
“i would’ve taken it, but.. no! i’m not losing this fight.” she huffed as she fell on the bed. “turn the tv on, i need to distract myself.”
he did as he was told and decided to stay and watch with her until dinner.
─── donk.
it was the day of your mission and you were making your way to the hangar. to your surprise, you saw natasha waiting there. you smiled at her only to receive another sharp glare. yeah, what a surprise. you looked away and decided to wait for clint.
not long after he arrived and said his goodbyes to natasha, just as you were going to aboard the ship, she grabbed your wrist and whispered in your ear.
“you’re gonna trip and get yourself shot, y/l/n.”
“what the hell? i’ve barely left and you’re already telling me i’m gonna fuck up?” you retorted, angrily. you weren’t in the right state to panic or stress. especially not before you were leaving. “have fun, y/n.” she smiled, dripping in faux kindness.
you followed clint onto the ship and couldn’t help but shake in fear. great, now you were worried. you didn’t want to fuck up. you weren’t planning to.
“you’ll be okay, y/l/n. i’ve got your back.” clint reassured, seeing the panic clouding on your face.
“thank you..” you mumbled, but natasha’s words never left your head.
─── donk.
“something seems off, clint.” you whispered, looking around and keeping your guard up. “i agree, y/l/n. it’s too quiet.. too easy.” he replied.
just as you were going to reply, someone charged at you from behind, getting a hold of your throat. by instinct, you kicked his shin and flipped him around. “clint!” you called out as you knocked your attacker out.
suddenly, groups of people were coming towards you - fully armed. “clint!” you screamed, pulling your gun out and shooting as many of them as you could. “shit!”
“y/n, it’s a trap!” clint finally replied, making you roll your eyes as you threw your fist at a guy’s temple. “yes, clint, i’m aware!”
“keep your guard up, y/l/n. you can do this!”
“there’s-” kick. “too many-” elbow. “of them!” shoot.
“try to hold out for as long as possible! i’m on my way,”
you looked up to see more men charging at you. “ah fuck,”
you grabbed one of the guns from the guys you managed to knock out and aimed. “clint, i can shoot right?” you asked for permission, not knowing if you were supposed to kill them or just simply knock them out.
“yes, y/n. you can shoot.”
“thank you!”
you silently thanked god for the gun you chose and started shooting at the guards. you quickly threw it away as they ran out of bullets and grabbed two pistols and continued to run and shoot away.
as you focused on getting a certain guard, one of them slid under you, quite literally slipping you off your feet - probably making you twist your ankle, giving one of them an opportunity to get a clean shot of your thigh.
the bullet went through your thigh, making you scream in pain. “fuck!” you shot back at him immediately and slid up onto the wall.
well great, another thing natasha was right about.
“y/n?!” clint called, hearing you scream. the worry in his voice was evident, it managed to make you smile for a second until you dodged another bullet.
“i’m okay!”
no, you weren’t. you could barely stand with your fucked up ankle and the hole in your thigh, but you continued to shoot and fight.
“just.. hurry up, please!”
you used your bad leg to kick a guy down and use him as a ledge. you cursed as you ran out of bullets. there were guns scattered across the floor, thanks to you. you just grabbed the nearest ones and looked back up.
as quickly as you did, a shot went through your shoulder and your abdomen. “gah fuck!” you collapsed on the floor as you tried to control the bleeding. you got up for a second to shoot back at the closest people and went back down. “clint, hurry up!” the pain was too much, the bleeding wouldn’t stop and your ankle looked like a fucking bean. you started to get nauseous, but tried your best to stay up.
“i’m here!” he yelled as he aimed at a few people in front of him. he ran towards you, finally seeing your state. “oh my god!” he kneeled down, putting pressure on your wounds to help with the bleeding, but the blood just kept seeping through “you just said you were okay, idiot!”
“i know, i didn’t want to worry you..” you mumbled. “no, no! y/n, you have to stay awake. come on!” he picked you up and started running away to go back to the ship. “you’re okay, y/n. tell me you’re okay right now.”
“i’m okay.. i’m okay, clint.”
“yeah, yeah, you are.”
you tried making it to the ship, but you were already so tired. “i’m gonna nap, clint..” you said before passing out.
─── donk.
clint alerted steve about you right when you passed out. they were rushing you out to the med bay to perform surgery on your injuries.
“she told me she was okay, steve. i thought she was okay!” clint screamed, he blamed himself for what happened to you. only if he arrived a few seconds before. you wouldn’t have been in the situation you’re in now.
“no, no. this isn’t your fault. neither is it hers, it happens, okay? we put ourselves at risk every time we step out of here. y/n was brave, alright?
wanda rushed down to the medbay, reaching for the door before pulling her back. “wanda, we have to let dr cho do her job right now. she’ll be okay.. y/n will be okay.”
she cried into steve’s shoulder - her best friend was being operated on. you were being operated on! the thought of you getting hurt never crossed her mind because she knew you were strong.
the team soon heard about the incident and let their worries out, obviously caring about you. natasha was confused about the whole hassle.
“vision!” she called out. he turned around and walked towards natasha. “how may i help you?”
“what’s the hassle about? everyone keeps whispering,”
“mr barton and ms y/l/n have returned from their mission, but ms y/l/n has suffered some major injuries and has been in surgery for about an hour now-”
hearing that, she sped to the medbay, thanking vision quickly. she saw wanda, steve and clint waiting around. “no, no, where is she?!” she yelled, making the three of them look at her in shock. “she’s still in-”
she tried running into the room like wanda did, getting pulled back by steve. “natasha, we have to let dr. cho do her job.”
“i need to see her!” she exclaimed, not being able to breathe. “what happened to her? what major injuries?!” she demanded.
“broken ankle, shot through her thigh, shoulder and abdomen..” clint recited, looking down at his feet. “where were you!? how could you let this happen?!” she roared, genuinely shocking them.
why did she suddenly care about you? well, yes, you suffered major injuries, but why was she getting mad?
“natasha! enough!” steve scolded. “this isn’t clint’s fault, and you know it.” he said, sternly. she didn’t reply as she panted. wanda held her hand as support, needing it for herself as well.
─── donk.
an hour later, dr. cho finally walked out of the room. everyone stood up in eagerness.
“is she okay?” steve asked, immediately.
“y/n suffered major blood loss, but we are lucky none of the three bullets hit any major arteries. she has also quite definitely broken her ankle, so i’m putting her on bedrest for at least 6 weeks until you get her up and going again.”
“main point, yes. y/n is okay.”
a smile broke out in all of their faces. “thank you, doc!”
“you may see her now, but she hasn’t woken up yet. don’t be too loud.”
they all walked into your room and stood beside your bed. “she looks so peaceful,”
“she definitely looks better right now than earlier,” clint joked, earning a soft laugh from the three of them. they stood by you for a while until natasha spoke up.
“um.. could- could i be the one who stays with her until she wakes up?”
they looked at the red head in surprise, “are you sure, nat?” steve asked.
“yeah.. i just want to be here.”
“alright,” they smiled softly at her before leaving.
she held your hand and stayed with you, waiting for you to wake up. it took for a while so she managed to fall asleep, holding your hand.
you slowly started coming back, groaning from the late pain you experienced. natasha jumped in shock and saw that you were awake.
“you’re awake!” she whispered, making you turn to her. “natasha? what’s happening?”
“you passed out during your mission. i know i told you you’d slip and get shot.. but i didn’t actually mean slip and get shot, idiot!” she scolded, flicking your forehead. “gah! it was an accident, i was doing fine,”
“no, you have three holes in your body. and not the good ones,”
“nat??” you replied, shocked. “did you just joke around with me?”
“no..”
“you’re holding my hand.. what did they bribe you with?” you asked, quickly getting suspicious. you tried pulling your hand away, but she only held onto you tighter. “nothing! i.. i volunteered. ask steve and wanda! and clint!” she replied, defending herself quickly.
“well, if you volunteered.. what do you want from me? i’m not gonna be leaving the compound for at least 2 months, so you can have all my missions-”
“no, y/n. truthfully, i just really want to apologize.”
“huh”
“i know i’ve made your first few weeks really hard and even after being here for months, i still managed to.. you know.. make it hard for you. in full honesty, i genuinely don’t know why i’ve been so horrible to you. i had a hard time opening up to people - and.. you were just so welcoming and i got scared. not an excuse for my actions, by the way! i was horrible and i’m so sorry.”
“thank you for your apology, i forgive you, nat.” you smiled, squeezing her hand. “i also.. have feelings for you.” natasha added, avoiding eye-contact with you. “you whAT?!”
“i-”
“i like you too! but are- are you serious?”
“yes, y/n… i like you. guess that’s why i was so defensive about.. literally everything.”
“nat.. thank you. for opening up to me. it genuinely means so much - especially after all this fucking time, you asshole.”
“are we okay now?” she asked, hopeful.
“yes, nat. we’re okay.”
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