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seresinhangmanjake · 1 year

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Daddy Knows Best

Dad!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female reader

Summary: Jake is very much against having his daughter in daycare, but his baby saying her first word might just make it a little better. (sorry to those of you who read the title and thought this would be smut 😁)

Notes: Suggested by a couple of people. / Part of the Oh, Baby Universe.

**This is a jump forward; Eve is nine months old. It's not the next part in the main series or anything. There's technically still a lot more to happen there first before the events of this fic. It's just a little add on**

Warnings: none, I think.

Words: 1200

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Jake hated dropping his little girl off at daycare. Hated. It. But after you went back to work at the bar four days a week, there’d been no other choice. The schedules didn’t allow it. For those four days, you got home at three a.m. and he was up at the crack of dawn. He got done with work at four, and you were off for your shift at six. It was complicated. It required some difficult rearranging of the perfect system you’d developed during the first months of your little family coming together.

But Jake could accept that part. He could accept that Eve was getting a bit older and you wanted to go back to work. You wanted your independence and asked for Jake's support and he gave it. The daycare element, though, despite you mentioning it in the past, was the one piece he still struggled with. He couldn’t stand leaving Eve to mingle with germy rugrats and strange adults. In a room full of toddlers whining for attention, it was impossible for his daughter to be a priority to the women who worked at the center, and as far as Jake was concerned, that was unacceptable. He’d never speak it aloud, but his girl was the princess among those tiny commoners, and that was that. How you had no issue with letting her in such an environment he refused to understand.

Every morning it was a debate in his head as he took Eve from her car seat and walked her to the door of the daycare. Should he take her and run back to his truck? Decide to introduce the concept of ‘bring your daughter to work day’ to his superiors and team? He created a lot of possibilities, but then he’d remember that you would arrive to pick her up at two and he'd face an inevitable scolding if you found out she was never dropped off.

He really didn’t want to upset you. You didn’t let him so much as kiss you when you were irritated with him and that was not his idea of a good time. But even having that motivation in the back of his mind didn’t ease the pain of letting Eve go. If she would just give him a sign, something to prove she wanted to stay with him that he could relay back to you, he’d feel significantly better when arguing his case.

But no such luck.

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"Baby girl, you don't want to go to daycare, do you?"

Jake shook his head in answer for his daughter. He didn't care that she didn't understand him—that she could only stare up at him with her big green eyes—he knew what was best for her and daycare wasn't it. Plain and simple. He had no alternative solution to present, but he figured that was a problem best saved for later.

"No, you don't," he continued as he carried her through the front door of the building. "You want to stay with Daddy. I've told your Mama but she refuses to listen. And I love her, baby girl, you know I do, but she can be so stubborn."

Walking down the cream-colored hallway toward the third door on the left, Jake heard the noises of small children babbling. But they were quickly drowned out by a shrill shriek of excitement once he stepped into the room.

"There's our favorite girl!" the source of the ear-splitting sound said.

Jake frowned. Eve was his girl. His and yours.

She cuddled closer to him as a young woman jogged over and reached out to try to pull the girl from his arms. When Eve made no move to wiggle free from her father, the woman made a pretend face of disappointment.

She put her hands on her hips. "Now, Evie—"

Evie? Jake's brow furrowed. When the fuck did his daughter's name change?

"Don't you want to play with your friends?"

Jake glanced at Eve. Like the many similar features of their faces, they shared matching frowns, hers just a tad more pouty from the fuller lips you'd passed down.

"Someone's a bit grumpy this morning," the woman teased, poking at the girl's little arm. "Did we not get a good night's sleep?"

"She slept just fine," Jake said.

The woman looked up at him and blushed under his stony stare.

"Of course," she replied, bubbly nature still intact. "Well, we're going to have a fun day together, sweetheart." Her hands reached towards him again. "Ready?"

Eve's eyes peered up at Jake and he sighed, shoulders sagging. "Alright, baby girl. Daddy's gotta go now."

She made a little noise that he swore was in protest, but he handed her over nonetheless. Each day he approached it like ripping off a band-aid—an industrial strength band-aid. Quick and, well…extremely painful. But even after months, it was the only way he knew how to do it.

Reluctantly, Jake gave a wave and turned for the exit.

"Say goodbye to Dada," he heard.

Then, "Da–Da."

He stopped in his tracks, bracing himself with a hand on the frame of the door.

"Oh, how sweet!" the woman squealed as Jake whipped around.

He paused for a moment, replaying in his head what he thought he heard, but when he decided he wasn't in need of a hearing check, he chuckled and walked back over.

"Ok, give her back," he ordered despite the smile on his face.

"Wha–"

Eve was pulled away and returned to her father's arms before the woman could finish.

"What did you just say? Did you say Daddy?" He asked as he bounced her once on his hip.

"Da–Da," she repeated, clear and loud and completely unmistakable in her beautiful little voice.

"Oh my god." He kissed her on her forehead and ran his knuckle down her plush cheek. "You are so perfect, baby girl. Do you want to stay with me?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Jake could see the woman start to fidget where she stood. "Um, Mr. Seresin, your wife said that if Eve isn't in daycare to call her. Should we—"

"I'll take care of it," he said, refusing to take his eyes off his daughter. "Have a good day."

He hurried out of the building to his truck and strapped Eve in her car seat. She stared up at him as he worked on cinching the belt just right.

"Don't look at me like that, baby girl. Mama will forgive Daddy…I think," he said. "Either way, she's going to be so proud of you when we tell her."

He hopped in the front seat and as he started up the truck, he was hit with the realization that, one, he was about to wake his very exhausted wife, and two, he was still expected to work for a living.

"Daddy's gonna have to come up with an excuse to miss work today, too," he mumbled to himself and shifted the gear in reverse. "That'll be fun."

But he didn’t care. He had to tell you what happened, and there was no way he was taking his baby girl back to daycare.

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williamswifey · 1 year

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PLS A PART TWO TO THE BELLA YOU JUST POSTED. IT IS SO GORGEOUS. OH MY GOD

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘

part one ; the exit

masterlist

pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary ; your ex bella had texted you after months of no contact. you knew what you were getting yourself back into as soon as you replied.

content warnings ; slightly toxic dynamic, angst with a happy ending, bella is still sort of an asshole but working on it

a/n ; hi lovelies <3 im absolutely honored at how much love part one got, i knew i had to get a part 2 up asap 😩 i hope this ending is satisfactory !!

‘hey.’

your face paled as you read the text on your screen. was this some kind of joke? was your phone company fucking with you?

your heart rate soared as you looked at the words on the screen. should you respond? should you leave them waiting? you didn’t know how to react, and your palms were growing sweaty as you felt your chest tighten.

“what’s wrong?” heather’s voice rang out cautiously, “you’ve got this…look on your face.”

“bella just texted me.” you replied, voice void of emotion.

“oh, shit.” came her softened reply.

oh shit was right.

you spent the entire afternoon staring at the text. you were tempted to reply immediately, but you didn’t want to seem desperate.

you were barely able to get any work done, you were thankful that it had been a slow day with barely any customers. you didn’t have it in you too deal with anyone else today, as you stressed and stressed over the text message.

a part of you—the smarter part, knew the best idea would be to not reply at all. you didn’t like that idea very much.

you took a deep breath, and opening the text.

‘hi :)’ you typed out, before deleting. too flirty, not enough anger.

‘what the fuck do you want?’ you typed out seconds later, before deleting the text entirely. definitely don’t send that.

‘hey.’ you message parroted theirs, but you deleted it again. what if it was too boring and they didn’t reply?

‘who’s this?’ you wanted to send out of spite.

you weren’t above being petty, but that just felt plain mean.

a part of you wanted to call them, to hear their voice again. your missed the sound of their voice, even if you only heard it for a few seconds before your call disconnected.

that idea was the worst of all.

you sighed as you flopped against your sheets, a deep sigh rumbling out from your chest.

anxieties began to rush in your mind. what if bella texted the wrong person? what if they were drunk? what if it was a prank?

you stilled your shaking hands, sending a simply ‘hi.’ as you threw your phone across the room.

you didn’t expect your phone to buzz seconds later, the sound amplifying from the pile of clothes it had fallen into when you tossed it aside.

you walked over to your phone, unlocking it.

“it’s been a while. how are you?”

jesus. so it wasn’t the wrong person, nor was it a drunken text.

‘fine. u?’

you tried to keep your text brief, debating whether or not to continue the conversation. you knew that being in touch with bella again would only lead to more heartache, but you couldn’t ignore the thrill you felt in your stomach at the chime of their texts.

‘do u still live near our old apt?”

bella’s text made you furrow your eyebrows, as you quickly sent a reply. the term ‘our apartment’ made you feel sick to your stomach.

‘i live about two hours away. why?’

your heart raced as bella’s text bubbles appeared.

‘i’m in the area for a press conference. was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch.’

fuck.

your heart raced as you read the message over and over. what did they want? were they just looking for closure, or did they want you back?

for the next few hours, you struggled with your emotions. you couldn’t decide whether it was a good idea to meet them or to leave things as they were. in the end, bella was your weakness—they always had been.

‘sure. when?’

bella was quick with their response, even though you had left them on read for a solid three hours and forty-five minutes.

‘tomorrow afternoon. come to our spot, my treat.’

your heart raced. ‘our spot.’ you and bella had found a small italian restaurant a few years back, with food that was to die for. it wasn’t well known, and it was your secret.

‘okay.’

***

you had barely slept all night. you were awake just past 9am, you had a two hour drive to make to get to the restaurant.

you showered and changed, putting on a light floral dress, your hair natural and flowy. you would pretend you didn’t put extra time into your appearance, but you knew it was a lie.

when you approached the restaurant, your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. you were a few minutes late—due to traffic, and while you should’ve felt apologetic, you felt bella deserved it for being an asshole.

you walked into the restaurant, fiddling with your necklace. bella spotted you immediately, flagging you down as they called your name.

“over here,” they called, as you nearly knocked yourself to the ground from how fast you spun around.

bella was sitting in a booth, smiling at you as they gestured for you to sit across from them.

bella looked…different. a little taller, much more confident. their style had changed, and you hated to admit how good they looked.

you wanted to run out of the restaurant, your intuition told you this was a bad idea. but the heart wants what it wants.

you sauntered over to them, plastering on a smile that you hoped didn’t look too painful as you slid into the booth across from bella.

“you look stunning as always,” bella commented, a small smile on their face.

you had to remember they were just being polite as you fought back the blush on your cheeks. you thanked them, drinking a large gulp of your water, feeling the cool liquid trickle down your throat.

it was soothing, and it took your mind off bella, who was staring thoughtfully at you from the other side of the booth.

neither of you wanted to start the conversation you knew had to take place, so instead, it was silent.

you noticed they tried not to be on their phone, eyes darting all around the restaurant. you wondered if nostalgia was hitting them the way it was hitting you.

you remembered going here with bella at least once a week when you were dating, making a night out of it. it was your favorite day of the week.

now, the restaurant seemed to have lost its magic. it didn’t feel like home, not like it used to. you wondered if it had been simply being with bella that made the place so magical all those months ago.

“so, how are you?” bella asked, picking at their nails.

“i’m okay,” you replied, voice a little breathy. your heart hadn’t stopped its somersaults in your chest since you arrived, “and yourself?”

bella began to update you on their life. it was painful, seeing how much they had accomplished without you. your heart ached at the twinkle in their eyes, the excitement in their tone. the way they made you feel hadn’t changed.

it was easy to talk to bella, you forgot how much they made you feel like you belonged. it was like old friends catching up, not missing a beat. it felt like nothing had changed…but deep down you knew that everything was different.

bella was like an addicting drug. so easy to go back to…so hard to let go of. you remembered why you put up with their bullshit for so long—because they were bella and you were you.

when the waiter came, bella listed off both of your orders without a second thought, like second nature.

perhaps they noticed you slight glare as the waiter walked away, causing them to speak up.

“oh, sorry,” they said, “is that not your order anymore?”

you sighed, shaking your head.

“it’s not that, bella,” you began. their brown eyes glanced your way, and you felt suffocated under their dreamy gaze.

“it’s just—what are we doing here? i mean, you’ve been doing your own thing and i’ve been doing mine. why all the sudden did you decide to reach out?”

bella was quiet for a moment, fiddling with their rings as they cleared their throat.

“i’m sorry,” they said, catching you off guard, “for what i did. i was a selfish asshole, and i know i hurt you.”

you wanted to say it was okay, but you’d be lying.

“thank you for the apology, i appreciate it,” you decided to reply instead.

you hated how it was between you two. it should’ve been easy—it was easy…when you two were pretending that nothing had changed. the two of you had always fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle.

now that you were tackling what had gone wrong, the atmosphere didn’t feel quite as comfortable.

“i don’t want things to be like this anymore. i miss you.” bella said.

six months ago, it was everything you wanted to hear. but now, the words that rolled off their tongue settled bitterly in your stomach.

“did you think all you had to do was say you’re sorry and i’d come running back?” you spat, “plus, don’t you have a girlfriend?” you asked.

bella looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. they opened your mouth to reply, then shut it again after a few seconds out of pure confusion.

“no?”

bella looked at you as they tilted your head. what about everything you saw?

“you don’t?” you asked in confusion.

“last i checked, i’ve been single single we broke up,” bella now seemed just as confused.

“but, your instagram and the news headlines—”

“you’ve been stalking my instagram?” bella asked, a slight teasing tone in their voice as your face went red.

“i—” you tried to defend yourself, but the words died in your throat.

“i’m just messing with you,” bella said, the atmosphere balancing on the line of tense and airy, “if you’re talking about amara…she’s just a co-star. news and headlines just like to gossip.”

“oh.” you felt stupid for bringing it up. you hated how bella could manipulate your emotions so easily, for better or for worse.

they knew it too, it’s not like they were that stupid.

you felt bella’s hand brush against yours, bringing your attention back to them.

“i’ve had a lot of time to think. no one compares to you.” bella spoke, and you didn’t know how to react.

you wanted to slap them, kiss them, scream at them, and cry, all at the same time.

“you put me through hell, you know?” you said sadly, fiddling with your necklace yet again, “i was there for you. before your career took off, when you needed a shoulder to cry on.“

“i’ve beat myself up everyday for what i did. there’s no excuse. i was new to all the fame—all the interviews. i wanted to leave my old life behind—so that’s exactly what i did. i was shitty. i owe an apology for everyone i’ve wronged, but especially you.”

bella looked down guiltily.

“i can’t take back what i did,” they said slowly, “but i’d like to try.”

you licked your lips, noticing the sincerity in their voice.

their eyes were doe-eyed, lips puffy from biting down on them.

you knew you should walk away, prevent the inevitable hurt you’d go through again when bella got bored. but for now, you picked your poison. you’d take the happiness for now, a fair exchange for the pain you’d feel later.

you tried to shush the voice of insecurity in the back of your mind. for now, bella was yours, and you were theirs. they looked at you the same way they did when you first started dating, all giddy and love struck.

you laced your hands with bella’s, a smile growing on your face.

“yeah,” you agreed, as bella shifted in their seat hopefully.

“i’d like that.”

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mintchocodevi · 8 months

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Home - Diluc x Reader

A/N: I'm relatively new to Tumblr, never really used it when I was younger, was mostly a Wattpad, Quotev, and now an Archive of Our Own user. This is being cross-posted from my AO3 account with a slightly different username. ANYWAY-- Let me know if you like this stuff, I'm more than happy to do requests (because I struggle to come up with things to write on my own). Summary: You've been in a relationship with Diluc for so long, but it seems like the spark has been lost. You're debating on if you can even call Mondstadt your home anymore. How will Diluc take to the news of you wanting to leave him and Mondstadt behind?

Characters: Diluc, AFAB Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut/Sex, Bittersweet, light plot with porn, not beta read what so ever I barely remember the contents of this fic bro I wrote it so long ago

The land of freedom. The ability to choose what you wanted to do, to not have to bend to the call of your archon. It was a blessing, compared to many other surrounding countries who couldn’t break from the shackles of their home land. Mondstadt was such a beautiful country. Wide open grass fields, tons of smiling faces and helpful friends. It was like a place out of a true fairy tale. But even then, why did the person you cared for most, seem so restrained, so isolated.

It had been a lovely day hours ago, sun shining, a light breeze causing dandelion seeds to dance across the sky and find their way to new homes. Children running about with a laugh, creating memories with whom they loved. During this time you simply watched, watched the seeds fly, the children run, vendors laugh as they spoke with their regular patrons. They looked so happy, full of life. They looked right at home, something that was slowly becoming foreign to you in this country. Sitting silently on the bench and watching church goers walk past, you begin to stop consciously watching everything. The conversations around you become buzzing in the background as you lower your head.

Mondstadt has been your home for so long. You grew up here, born and raised just like many other Mondstadt children. You found the love of your life here. Yet, over time, things had begun to slip through your fingers. Your partner, always stoic, doing as much as he can on his own, you wondered if he even loved you anymore. Small romantic gestures had faded over time, the whispers of affection you two shared behind closed doors that were once multiple times a day were now so far and few between. Oftentimes, it didn’t seem like he wanted to reciprocate the affection. You clenched your hands tightly while they were folded up in your lap as your heart stung. You loved him so much, you still do, no doubt still will till your life was nothing, but you wondered if he felt the same. The buzz of the background came back into focus as you felt a water droplet land on your nose and a shadow cast over you.

“It’s time to go,” he said. You looked up from your lap to see Diluc staring at you with his never ending melancholic expression. You stared into his eyes for a moment, doing your best to search them for any love, any recognition of desire in them before being unable to find anything. You gave him a small smile, standing from your position and dusting your clothes. You went to reach for his hand, wishing to lace your fingers or slide your hand into his glove just to feel the warmth of your partner. However, he turned and began walking before you could move much closer.

“It’s going to rain so we should hurry back to the house,” he said bluntly. You watched his back as he continued forward, not turning once to see if you were following. You brought your hand up to your chest and clenched your fist. Your chest burned with sorrow, simply lowering your head and following him quietly. Maybe, your anxiety was right. Maybe, he didn’t love you anymore. If that were the case, why did he keep you around? Why did he allow you to stay with him, sleep in the same bed? Was it fun to him? Was it some kind of sick game so he could see you crumble before him? You couldn’t figure it out anymore.

You watched Diluc’s back as you walked behind him. When was the last time you had actually walked beside him, instead of in his footsteps? The sky began to blur gray as if to mimic your emotions, once right behind Diluc you were now slowing your pace, struggling to find a desire to want to keep up with him. Eventually the occasional droplet became two, and then seven, a light shower, before an outright downpour. Silently you stood in front of the Dawn Winery, finding it so hard to move your feet. It was as if someone had tied lead to them, and allowed them to sink halfway into the mud below. The rain beat down on you like thousands of small marbles, rough, soaking your clothes and hair. At some point you couldn’t tell what was the rain, and what were tears. You scrunched up your face, clenched your hands and finally fell to your knees in the mud and rain, letting a choked out sob escape your lips. This was it, maybe it was time to go.

“Dear, what do you think you’re doing?!” A feminine voice cried.

You finally felt the rain no longer pelting your skin as an umbrella was raised over you, Adelinde quickly wrapping a large blanket around you and trying to help you up while Elzer held the umbrella above the two of you. Adelinde and Elzer quickly rushed you inside, Adelinde chastising you for being in the rain and mumbling about Diluc being careless, though you hardly understood what she was saying as they became background noise. They began running around you, carefully trying to help you dry off by gently rubbing your head with a towel and requesting clothes be brought to you from the other household staff. Eventually the running and the noise finally stopped, causing you to look up. You noticed Adelinde and Elzer staring at you with concerned looks, worry written across their faces.

“Dear are you alright?” Adelinde asked. Confused, you looked between the two of them before bringing your hand up to your face, feeling that your tears had not yet stopped falling despite coming in from the rain. Quickly you took the towel and wiped your eyes before smiling and waving your hands anxiously.

“Yes, I’m alright I promise! I don’t know what came over me!” You laughed softly, quickly trying to play it off in hopes they would believe your lie.

“In all my years of seeing you here, I have not once seen you cry for no reason,” Elzer spoke softly. You sighed, reaching out to take one of their hands each, squeezing it softly.

“I promise the both of you… I will be alright,” you whispered. You didn’t want to cause them any fear or concern. The problems you had were with Diluc and Diluc alone.

“Warm and clean clothes have been prepared for you in your room, if you’d like to get changed we can bring dinner up to you–”

“No I’d… Please, I’d like to have dinner with Diluc.” You cut Adelinde off abruptly. If this was how life was going to be, you decided that you would rip the bandage off now, rather than waiting.

Adelinde gave a hesitant nod, taking your hand gently and helping you up. Both she and Elzer helped you to your room, still wrapped firmly up in the blanket to keep you from possibly getting sick with your drenched clothing. Once to your room, they both gave you a lighthearted bow before walking away and allowing you to entire your room alone. Shuffling inside, you shed the massive blanket off your shoulders as soon as the door was closed, shivering as the air rushed at your soaking clothes. You quickly peeled all the wet layers off, before drying your skin, and gently sliding into the freshly cleaned linens. You looked at yourself in the mirror closely, and wondered what about you had changed to possibly turn your partner away. You hadn’t gained any weight, you frequently got your hair trimmed but never styled any differently. You always put effort into your appearance, not for him but because you felt you looked amazing with the time and effort put into your appearance. Was it maybe too much for him? Was your vanity something he was disgusted by?

You continued to do small twirls and twists, looking at every asset of yourself and wondering, had you changed something about yourself to cause him to no longer love you? However, your thoughts were eventually disrupted when a light knock came to your door, alerting you that dinner was ready and you could make your way to the dining room. You reached out, gently sliding on some house slippers before leaving your bedroom and joining Diluc for dinner. A small glance around the room and you couldn’t see any maids about, and you wondered if maybe Adelinde had known this was something you secretly needed right now. Alone time to talk to Diluc.

A large space sat between the two of you. Diluc sat there quietly, no longer wearing his large jacket and gloves, much more relaxed and at ease as he ate. You, however, sat there, simply staring at your plate. Despite the hungry feeling in your stomach, the food didn’t appeal to you. Nothing appealed to you in this moment, the air felt too thick, the food smelt too sweet, everything was simply overwhelming. Diluc shifted his eyes from the plate he was currently cutting into, only to see you sitting across the table staring at your plate with your head down. Not eating wasn’t like you, whatever Adelinde made you always loved, and in fact he was positive this was one of your favorite dishes.

“Is there something wrong,” he asked.

“No, not exactly,” you muttered. You began to dig at your hand nervously under the table, scratching the inside of your palm.

“So there is something wrong?” Diluc raised his eyebrow in confusion as he put his fork and knife down to give his full attention to you. You tensed in your seat when you looked up and locked eyes, it was as if he was staring knives into your heart.

“I think… I plan to leave Mondstandt.”

After that there was a long silence. You couldn’t read Diluc’s face at all. Despite knowing him for years, living with him, loving him, being unable to read Diluc’s face was just something you learned to accept. However, thoughts were racing through Diluc’s mind. You had never discussed wanting or even planning to leave Mondstadt. Plus, it wasn’t like he could go with you to protect you. He had the winery, and with the ‘Knights of Favonius Foolary’ hardly doing their job, he had to work double duty to protect the city. His hands originally above the table slowly lowered to his lap, sitting up the tiniest bit straighter as he focused on you.

“You know I wouldn’t be able to go with you,” he said.

“I’m aware.. I didn’t intend for you to follow or come with,” the last sentence left your lips in a whisper. Diluc clenched his fists under the table before clearing his throat.

“Well if that’s the case, do you know when you intended to leave and come back?” He kept up his poker face, relaxing his fists and deciding to go back to eat to not allow his emotions to show. He raised his fork to his lip and took another bite as you spoke.

“I don’t intend to come back… Because I don’t feel loved here anymore Diluc.”

Another dreadful silence filled the air as Diluc swallowed his food and watched you sit there. As soon as the sentence left your mouth it took you biting your tongue to not just suddenly unload all your feelings at him in this moment. You tilted your head back to look at the ceiling, your eyes stinging as they filled with tears wishing so desperately to fall.

“What do you mean you don’t feel loved?” His question finally broke the silence, along with the dam you had built up in your heart.

“You act like I’m any average citizen of Mondstadt these days. Even when we’re home, here, it’s like I don’t exist. You never tell me you love me anymore, I can’t hold your hand in public, it’s like you didn’t even recognize I wasn’t walking behind you anymore today! I was left out in the rain, I couldn’t bring myself to want to come in!” You raised your hands quickly as soon as you couldn’t fight the tears anymore.

While you fought to keep your face dry, furiously wiping your eyes as the tears flowed, Diluc sat there shocked by your words before allowing them to sink in. It hurt to hear you say such things to him and see you in such a state because thinking long enough about it, you were right. He had been neglecting you and your desires. All the little things you wanted, just some whispers and the smallest of attention. The hand holding you loved to share during walks, the whispers of affection and soft kisses of happiness behind closed doors. He couldn’t remember the last time he had shared moments like that with you. In those moments, Diluc felt he could smile, he knew he could be happy with you and yet right now here he was on the verge of losing you because of his mistakes. Planting his hands firmly on the table he stood from his seat and walked over to the other end of the table as you continued to cry and express your emotions.You were too busy crying into your own hands to even notice he had gotten up before feeling him take your hands.

You opened your eyes to stare down at your partner. This was possibly the first time in so long you had seen him wear an expression other than annoyance or melancholy. He had taken your hands into his and squeezed them tightly as he knelt to the floor, looking up at you with a look of empathy. For once his eyes were readable, the guilt he had, the sadness and disgust he had with himself at your declaration of pain. Diluc hated himself in this moment as he looked at your tear streaked face, knowing it was him who caused you to be like this. He lowered his head and brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing them ever so gingerly before looking up at you once more.

“You are the one thing in my life that has allowed me to feel something, to feel happy. I can’t believe I never saw how I took you for granted,” he whispered. He let go of one of your hands to now cup your cheek gently, running his thumb underneath your eye to wipe away the tears that still continued to fall.

“Do you still love me, at all?” You choked back a sob while getting the question out.

You shut your eyes tight, fearing the answer would be what you didn’t want to hear. You felt Diluc let go of your hands and heard him shifting his weight as if he was standing up. He was leaving you now, to sit back at his side of the table and tell you no, that he didn’t love you at all. That all of this was meaningless. However, it came as a delightful surprise when his fingers found the tip of your chin and tilted you up. Warm lips pressing against your and the sweet scent of grapes invading your senses. You looked up at your partner in surprise before lowering your lashes, raising one hand gently to grab hold of his arm, not wanting him to pull or run away. When he did pull away, he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek once more, caressing and holding your face close.

“I still love you as much as the day I first met you,” he whispered.

He was quick to dive back in for a gentle kiss, being as soft and tender with you as possible. You were fragile and hurt, he wanted to help you feel better but knew that, if you were truly tired of him and you didn’t want this, you had every right to pull away. Yet, you showed no desire to pull away. This was the closest you had felt to him in so long, you desired him closer. His hands against your cheeks were so warm, he was practically a radiator at times with how warm he got or felt the few times you held his hand or actually got to cuddle with him.You wished for his hands to touch you more, touch you in other places, but maybe that was too much wishful thinking.

“Then can’t you show and prove that to me?” It was meant to be a question, but between the both of you it sounded like a desperate plea.

Diluc was quick to sweep you off your feet, tucking one arm just beneath your shoulder blades and the other under your knees as he picked you up and held you to his chest. You quickly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders for fear of being dropped or slipping from his grasp. However, you doubt that could actually happen, considering how effortlessly he could swing his claymore. Diluc squeezed you as close to his body as he could, his grasp firm yet gentle as he kissed you passionately, doing his best to silence the fears and anxieties that had built up over time in your heart. He wanted to do nothing but shower you in affection for hours. The last thing he would ever want is for you to leave him. Carefully, he carried you back to the room you both shared on the first floor, nudging the door open and closing it with his foot before laying you gently upon the bed you shared.

You stared up into his scarlet eyes, tears no longer sliding down the sides of your face but instead a gently rosy hue painting their way across your cheeks. It had been so long since he held you, kissed you even; it was bliss. You reached a tentative hand up to his cheek, brushing some of his free falling red locks out of his face to state up at him. The silence right now was no longer as thick or stuffy as before. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but more so uncertain. Diluc wanted to show you the passion you had pleaded for, but he didn’t want to if you didn’t want to be with him anymore and truly desired to move.

“I love you Diluc, so won’t you love me back,” you whispered to him softly.

You scanned his face, looking for any recognition of what you said in his eyes, and seemed to watch his expression soften. You could tell he was anxious, he didn’t want to hurt you or cause you any more pain than what you had already been feeling. Seeing him care, seeing the bits of proof that he did still love you felt like it could make you cry all over again. With your plea to be loved back, he leaned in once more to softly take your lips once more. Slowly, he crawled onto the bed, placing one knee on either side of your hips while placing his arms beside your head, trapping you beneath him. You raised her hands and placed them on his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin white shirt, feeling it tingle your hands and almost course through your whole body.

Eventually he pulled away, a small pant leaving your lips before he moved to gently kiss along your jawline, moving his hands to slip underneath your blouse. He traced his fingers across your skin lightly, like a feather across the wind. It left a shiver up your spine and goosebumps to raise, causing you to turn your head slightly and squirm. Diluc took advantage of your head turn, placing his lips softly against your neck and beginning to suck as his hand slid up to your breast, gently running his thumb over your nipple and teasing it. You brought a hand up to your face in order to quickly cover your mouth, not wanting any of the maids or those nearby outside the room to hear any noises. Diluc appeared unbothered by this as he continued his gentle motions; chewing and sucking on your skin to leave behind noticeable hickeys and teasing your breast.

“I’ve always loved you,” he whispered. You pulled your hand away to look up at him. He had pulled away from your chest and neck to discard his shirt and pull his hair free from the band that was pulling it back. He took your hand gently from your lips and brought it to his, kissing your knuckles once more before leaning in close.

“I will continue to love you till the day our lives depart from this world, and I’m sorry, to have caused you such unbearable pain.” You watched him as he whispered against your knuckles, staring deep into his eyes and feeling your heart clench as he admitted his desires for you. Diluc was never a man of apologies. He hardly apologized to Jean, never to Kaeya, in this moment he was giving you his full sincerity and you knew it. He meant this.

After he let go of your hand, he helped remove your shirt so he would no longer have to fight with it. Leaning down, he placed gentle kisses along the top of your breasts and all across your chests. He was appreciating every inch of you, whether you begged for him to do this or not he was going to make sure you knew you were loved. Eventually the warmth of his lips found their way to the nipple he had teased moments ago. Slowly he stuck his tongue out and licked over it before swirling it in a circle, using one of his hands to give attention to the other. He used his thumb to gently push and rub your nipple in circles, groping your breast tenderly with the rest of his hand before gently pinching and pulling. As he teased your chest, you felt yourself beginning to squirm again. Digging your feet into the bed while clenching your legs closed as if trying to fight the burning desire building in your hips. A slight cry of surprise left your lips when you felt him bite your breast hard enough to leave teeth marks upon the skin on the side. Feeling you squirm beneath him was satisfying to see and rewarding to feel. He smiled as he pulled away to look back down at you, pulling you in for a passionate kiss as he wrapped one arm around you to hold you close and allowing the other to slip underneath the rest of your clothes and between your legs.

“I have always loved you,” he whispered softly against your lips, “nothing could ever change that.”

You brought your hands up to hug him tightly to your body once more. One of your hands found purchase in his long locks as his hand found its way to your pussy. His long fingers worked gently against your wet folds, sliding gently and teasingly across your clit and then down between your folds, separating them before giving a small circle of his fingers. Your legs gave a small twitch as you held onto him, allowing him to make you feel good. He continued to tease softly, keeping his middle finger perfectly between everything, using the top of it to gently push and tease your hole before sliding back up to push against your clit before sliding them slowly back down and repeating the process. Feeling his fingers soaked enough and that you probably had enough teasing, he pushed his hand down gently and pushed his finger into you slowly. The delicious sound of you taking his finger in and feeling the wet gush of your walls was such a sweet treat in and of itself. A gentle gasp escaped your lips as you felt his finger slide in. Slowly he pushed his finger in and out, the soft and wet feeling of your malleable cunt had his own cock straining against his pants. He wanted you so bad, but he knew he’d take his time and enjoy this with you.

Eventually Diluc moved from kissing your lips to once again kissing your neck, allowing you to gasp and moan softly at the movements of his finger. You gripped his hair firmly, pulling and tugging on his red locks without too much thought as you turned her head and whimpered into the pillows. It felt like your hips were practically throbbing for more attention, more desire. You wanted more, and with the feeling of Diluc gently grinding his hips into your leg you could only assume that he wanted more as well.

“D-Diluc please,” you whispered. He quickly stopped his movements, looking at you quietly and waiting for your orders, wondering if maybe he had done something wrong and if you wished to stop.

“I’m alright to go further if you are.” You smiled softly up at him. He returned the smile in kind, leaning down and giving you a soft peck before sitting up and beginning to undo the buckle of his pants.

Diluc gave a satisfied sigh once his cock was free from the prison that was his pants. Using whatever slick from you that was still on his hand, he coated his cock with as he watched you gently remove the rest of your clothes. With his right hand he gently stroked himself to ease some of the pain of his desire, and used his other to gently cup your thigh and push your leg open.He looked down at your hips, pressing his cock head teasingly against your hole. He licked his lips as you felt him tease, sliding the head of his cock from your entrance, up between your folds and pressing gently against your clit in order to cover his cock in more of your juices. He continued to grind against your cunt for a second, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he watched himself work before looking up at your face. You were biting your lip and gently keeping your legs held open for him to do his work. God he wanted to make you beg for it, but as much as he wanted to tease you forever, he knew this wasn’t the right moment for it.

Diluc pulled his hips back once he saw your needy expression, pressing his cock head against your entrance before finally pushing with enough force to slide in. Feeling his cock spread you open was pure ecstacy you had missed for a very long time. Diluc continued to push slowly down, sinking his hips in til they were flush against yours, unable to sink his cock any deeper into you. You bit your lip softly, digging your nails into your legs and fighting back wanting to thrust your hips yourself or play with your clit. You had missed being this intimate with him so, so much and now you desired nothing but to do this all day if you could. Your thought process was temporarily stopped when you saw his weight shift above you and you felt yourself being hugged close. Diluc had brought his arms down to wrap around you tightly, pressing chest to chest as he simply lay on top of you for a second. You couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed in more ways than one. Your crazy desire to be ravaged by the man you loved and being overjoyed as he held you as close as he could. You brought your arms back up to hug him close, not wanting him to ever pull away or leave your side. You nuzzled your face gently into his shoulder as you whispered affection, unable to say anything other than ‘I love you’ to him.

“I’ll never let you go feeling unloved ever again.”

Diluc raised his hips slowly, a desperate cry leaving your lips before being replaced with a moan as he pushed his hips back in. Diluc squeezed you close and tight, your soft and supple skin like a large huggable stress toy to him as he began to thrust his hips into you. He never wanted to let you go, he never wanted you to be with anyone else or be anywhere else but with him and at the winery. He growled softly into your skin as his fingers dug into your hips from how he was holding you. The way your walls clenched so desperately around his cock as he pushed in and out. Your scent was like a drug to him as he held you close, thrusting into you with the thought of wanting nothing but to be by your side. You couldn’t help the moans of pleasure that escaped your lips, the fear of maids or any one else in the house hearing you no longer a thought in your mind as your nails dug into the skin of Diluc’s back. Feeling his hips smack into yours as he cock pushed deeper into your body after so long felt like a drug you could get addicted too. As he continued so many thoughts raced through your mind, you wanted to beg for more, deeper, harder, so many naughty thoughts ran through your mind but despite it all, at the top that never wavered, you never wanted to let this man go. You never wanted to do something like this with anyone else.

You took one hand from his back to cup his cheek and pull him in close, kissing him with passion as you pressed your chest into his. The warmth he radiated coupled with how close you two were had the both of you sweating. His hair began to stick to his skin as the scent of sex filled the room. Not that the smell bothered you or that either of you could notice since you were so desperately wrapped up in one another. While you pushed up happily into him, he responded in kind by thrusting faster. Feeling him push his cock balls deep yet keeping you close and tended to, had your eyes rolling in satisfaction. This was a craving you weren’t sure you could ever get enough of. As he continued to pound your thighs pink, you could hear his sultry groans and growls turning into heavy set moans, both of you edging closer and closer.

“D-Diluc! Please,” you whimpered desperately.

Diluc looked up through his haze and nodded his head slightly. He removed one arm from around your waist to instead snake it up and hold your hand. He kissed you with ferocity as he laced your fingers, thrusting his hips harder and as deep as both your bodies would allow. He dug his feet into the bed as he continued to thrust, while you raked your nails across his back. All of your moans were muffled by the passionate lip lock the two of you shared, continuing to edge each other little by little, just a bit more, it felt so good and intense. Keep going, you wanted him to keep going, til finally he gave one more deep push, and you felt your muscles tense. Diluc pulled away from the kiss to gasp before growling into your skin, cumming inside of you before gently and slowly pulling out. You breathed heavily, unable to control the sensitivity and the small twitch of your legs as you felt him pull out before clinging to him tightly, fearing he was completely pulling away to leave you. However, you were reassured when he moved to gently lay beside you instead so he wouldn’t crush you under his weight. There was a comfortable silence, the only sound filling the air was the labored breathing both of you shared. You hugged him tight, despite the sweat and mess you both had just made, you couldn’t help but want to be closer to him. This time, it was reciprocated as he pulled you in tight and pressed his nose into your hair.

“I love you, so promise me you won’t leave Mondstadt.”

“I promise.”

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aphrogeneias · 8 months

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𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 — 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

summary: it's getting harder and harder for eddie to hide his feelings for you, and an unexpected visit from his bandmates may accidentally change everything.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: eddie's pov, some playful jealousy. "you give love a bad name" only came out late 1986 (october, i think?) but i could not resist mentioning it here.

author's note: changes were made here as well, some major editing was done.

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“You just like them because you think they’re cute.”

This wasn't the first time he'd had this conversation with you. Beside your daily debates where you seemed to always be on opposite sides of, Eddie liked teasing you about liking mainstream artists for their looks — it wasn't because he secretly liked fantasizing about himself being the rockstar who was the object of your desires.

Not at all.

“Is that jealousy I hear?”

From where he stood, following you around the store as you went through the rows of records, carefully re-organizing the mess left behind by a full day of customers, Eddie felt his face redden, heat rising from his cheeks as you playfully mocked him. “That’s not what I meant…”

“Don’t worry,” your eyes caught his, and instead of hiding, he just melted under your gaze, “I’m sure Jon Bon Jovi isn’t gonna come sweep me off my feet any time soon."

Pretending that the image of a man — any other man but him — sweeping you off your feet didn’t phase him, because it shouldn’t phase him at all, he just mumbled a “Who says I’m worried?”, under his breath.

“Besides, you were humming to You Give Love a Bad Name just the other day when it came up on the radio, don’t think I didn’t hear you.”

“What can I say? That shit is catchy.”

Eddie’s flustered state, grumbling and fidgeting with his rings while you seemed unaware of his predicament, didn’t just come from being caught red handed, letting himself get jealous over a band you liked. He was scared, scared that you’d find out he’d caught feelings for you. Somewhere along the way, he stopped seeing you as the girl who kept him company on his lonely days, someone who he liked talking to, and started seeking comfort in your presence, longing to be near when he was away, dreading the times where he had to leave.

It was too late to tell himself not to get attached, he was already past that point.

He wondered if you knew. It wasn’t like he was such a great actor, you’d caught him staring at you more times than he could count - all the times you’d made him a question and he didn’t answer because he was too busy looking at the way the light hit your eyes, or at how delicate your hands were compared to his, and thinking about how it would feel if you were to touch him, or what it would be like to touch you under those annoyingly tight band tees you were always wearing. You had to at least suspect that he wasn’t coming all the way here just to annoy you with his incessant shenanigans.

Before he could gather his thoughts and change subjects, the bell above the door chimed, announcing the arrival of two people. It startled Eddie to watch Gareth and Jeff walking in, shoulder to shoulder, matching shit eating grins on their faces.

He felt his heart racing as he mouthed at them from where he stood beside you, “What are you doing here?”

When they got to the aisle where you were in, while you were still blissfully unaware of the company of his bandmates, Eddie tried, and failed, to act as casually as possible.

“Hey, man. Aren’t you gonna introduce us to your girlfriend? It’s about time.” He knew Gareth must have practiced this, intended on making a fool out of him, and it was working, because Eddie was speechless.

“She’s not my girlfriend, dickhead.” He deadpanned. While he was struggling to keep it together, you looked amused, looking back and forth between the friends. He composed himself enough to introduce you to his friends, finally telling them your name.

“So, this is the infamous Corroded Coffin.” You recognized, greeting them with a bright smile, making Eddie feel that surge of irrational jealousy all over again. “I heard a lot about you.”

“What a coincidence, we heard a lot about you too.”

This wasn't supposed to be happening — but Eddie should have seen it coming.

They weren't exactly lying when they said they'd heard a lot about you. The first time he had ever mentioned you to his friends was when he was late for rehearsal one afternoon, after losing track of time while he spent time with you. Since then, they’d been relentless, teasing and accusing him of hiding you from them, talking about you during Hellfire meetings, which made Dustin and Mike get on his ass about you as well, questioning him about who’s the girl that had finally gotten past his façade.

Maybe they were onto something when they said he was hiding you from them. He wasn’t doing it on purpose, but the moments he had with you were special, they were his, and he didn’t want to share it with anyone else. The days he spent with you, in your own bubble inside the record store’s walls, pretending as if the outside world didn’t exist and his only focus was you - watching you work, sharing more than just music with you, making you laugh - were his, and he didn’t want to risk losing that.

Losing you, though he never really had you in the first place.

“What have you been telling people about me, Munson?” He could tell you were having fun by the way face lit up, shouldering him as he stood by your side. “Only good things, I hope.”

“Oh, no, only the best.” Jeff commented. “Honestly, he’s head over…”

“You know what? I know why you’re here!” Eddie pushed forward, interrupting his friend before he could make everything worse than it already was. He kept his act, now standing between the two boys, passing his arms over their shoulders, “I’m late, aren’t I? I’m late again, and we have to leave!”

“C’mon, Eddie, they just got here!”

“Yeah, Eddie, we just got here.” Gareth echoed your protests with sarcasm. “What if we just wanna buy some records, huh?”

“All you want is to be a pain in my ass, that’s what you want.” He gritted through his teeth, turning to Gareth, and already pulling the boys by the collar of their shirts and away from you. “I’m sorry about these miscreants, sweetheart, we’ll be taking our leave now.”

A chorus of Sweetheart? and I thought you only called your guitar that left his friends’ mouths, which only made his face burn more as he guided them out of the store and into the street. Inside, all you did was laugh, an adorably befuddled adorned your features as you waved your goodbyes.

He would never be able to live this down.

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the royal draconias || malleus draconia

masterlist characters: malleus (platonic) genre: angst contains: reader is a child of infidelity, more unprofessional servants, probably really inaccurate compared to canon :/ summary: the story of (name) draconia. notes: finally! all of the main seven have been written! waaaah anyway now i can get around to making that oc guide for characters in the black sheep universe :DD parts: [og post] | [the royal draconias (1)] | [the "good" fairies (2)]

there was once a woman living in one of the highest towards of the palace in briar valley. she was known as the lady of the valley, the direct descendent of the current queen.

her husband was known for his time commanding the royal guard as the lord of the valley, often spending his days outside of the palace with members of the guard. leaving the lady all by her lonesome in the oh-so-quiet tower.

that is until a visitor came along.

for as long as you had been alive, you were raised for one purpose and one purpose only: to serve the draconia family.

the family you were meant to be a part of.

it wasn't much of a secret to you despite the lengths the family went through to make it so. you found it easy to piece together your origin when you could vaguely recall the arguments a few rooms down the hall debating your future.

that was when the lord and lady of the valley were still alive. when word of their passing swept through briar valley, the entirety of the land was sent spiraling into mourning. mourning for the late lady and lord of the valley, the two royals that could do no wrong yet were taken too soon.

meanwhile, the queen had made her decision. her child had birthed, not only the new crowned prince of the valley, but you.

the bastard child of the lady of the valley.

the royal draconia blood had been diluted by your father, whose name you did not know. his presence was purged from history as the queen stepped in, ensuring the fact that a second heir to the throne had been birthed remained a secret swept under the rug.

one issue remained after your father was essentially erased from history, however. what would happen to you?

well, the queen decided on keeping you in the palace. something that you often saw spawned disgust and disdain from the other residents of the palace. although they understood her reasoning, keeping the royal blood closed off rather than out in the general public, that did not stop them from criticizing you.

you were lucky you were assigned to a kinder soul, an older fae who had been under the queen's staff for years upon years. she paid no mind to your blood relative and, instead, ensured that you were nothing but the best as to retain some semblance of pride in yourself.

she was much like your mother, all the way down to their names being similar. you were eternally grateful for miss leah, sticking to her like you would your mother had you been given the chance to.

you wondered if she would have offered the safe openmindedness as miss leah. you wondered if she would love you as her child or denounce you as nothing more than a stain to the draconia name.

"good morning, ma'am," you greeted miss leah as you walked a few steps behind. her ever-present smile was what greeted you in return, her soft lilac blue eyes seemed to scan over you and, with a light flick of her wrist, she motioned for you to step closer.

you followed her command hesitantly, the eyes of other servants burning into your back as they always did. at first, you struggled to keep in step with miss leah, but after a few minutes, you found yourself walking at the same pace as her. she lowered her hand towards your back, her featherlight touch tickling your clothes just slightly.

"straighten your back, dear," she advised in that same, soft tone. "do not let the others see that their words are getting to you."

"yes, ma'am," you replied automatically, allowing her touch to push your back out slightly. she seemed to nod herself with satisfaction, continuing her walk down the hall with you by her side.

this was what you had known your life to be ever since you could form memories. your daily walk down the hall to whatever duty miss leah had planned that day had soon become a monotonous start to your routine. most days, it would be to check on the other servants in the palace. ensure they were doing their jobs and doing them to the utmost perfection. however, it seemed today you were no longer an apprentice. no, you were going to be more than just a shadow to miss leah.

"i expect the best out of your performance, dear," miss leah spoke with her soft smile and half-lidded eyes, a few stray silver hairs falling in front of her eyes. "after all, you learned from myself."

"nothing but the best, ma'am," you nodded in response, your shoulders squared stiffly.

"oh, relax now," she lightly chuckled, placing her hands on your shoulders. "there is nothing for you to be afraid of, i assure you. besides, this is merely a short change. this will not be your permanent place in the palace staff. think of this as... a trial run."

you replied once more with a nod before turning back to the door you had arrived at. with a deep breath, you readied yourself for this "trial run" as miss leah referred to it as.

a trial run with some of your harshest critics in the palace.

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PART 7 Craving the wild side (last part)

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: AOB, mentions of medical things, mentions of needles, mentions of abuse, feral alphas, light swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, mental health issues, sexual things

Summary: after being rescued from a police raid feral alpha Dean Winchester his placed in the rehab process where he’s a struggled case till you come along. Having his feral ness cloud over his emotions and stop him feeling it’s hard to get through till him till dreams enter his mind and yours connecting you both and doctor/patient becomes more and harder.

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As you arrived home you leant against your steering wheel with tears in your eyes. You’d probably never see him again outside the clinic, that was your connection to him, who knows where he will go. He has no way of contacting you and you can’t give him that information without getting in trouble with the head office.

You went inside after your breakdown and sighed giving Champ a pat as he wagged his tail happily.

“Hey boy” you muttered sadly and laid down your bag.

“You’re home early” your mum said before frowning as she saw her face.

“Oh dear” she muttered and sat up, placing her crocheting down.

“What happened?” She asked getting up slowly and sitting next to you on the two seater.

“Deans my mate, I’ve been having these dreams of our life together and today I just broke down, I had an anxiety attack and I couldn’t help it, he’s been in that horrid place for thirty years mum, thirty years! He was going to be starved to death if that police officer didn’t find him. He was in fight pits and cages when I was born” you whispered tears rolling down your face as your mum wrapped her arms around you and laid back.

“I’ve been taken off his case because of what happened and our connection but I don’t know how I’ll live with myself, I can’t even help my own mate- I-“ you sobbed quietly as your mum hushed you softly and rubbed your back.

“I have to go back and tell him, what if I send him into a feral state for longer than a day” you cried as your mum comforted you.

“You’ll still be at the clinic, you can ask the head doctor how he’s doing” she offered and you shook your head.

“I can’t do it anymore” you whispered and you sensed your mums sadness.

“If I can’t help my mate then who can I help?” You added closing your eyes and crying.

You were in bed for a couple of days, you got your mum her medicine and food and helped her but apart from that you laid there and stared out the window. Champ always laid by your feet unless he had to go out or eat. Your dreams were Dean always not there or you always trying to find him, this ache constantly in your chest. You finally showered when you were called into work for a final report and to tell Dean of the change. Apparently the new head doctor had made an appearance but didn’t say anything about them taking the lead or you leaving. You dreaded the drive there, your final report written up and ready to be copied onto company files. You had no idea what you would say to Dean.

As you parked you sighed debating if you should go in or not. You finally did, heading to your office to upload the documents before Charlie knocked.

“Hey, sorry I haven’t been around much” she said and you shrugged overly tired.

“It’s fine” you muttered finishing your upload.

“How’re you holding up?” She asked.

“I feel like shit” you said and she nodded.

“What am I supposed to say to him?” You voice cracked and you gulped.

“The truth” she said.

You stood outside of Deans room, sighing as you finally opened the door. He was on his bed, he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week, dark circles around his eyes and pale. He looked like you.

He perked up though and you saw the relief in his eyes as he stood and walked over.

“Dean-“ before you could speak his arms went around you. You thought he might choke you out but he was hugging you. You felt tears in yours eyes as you wrapped your arms around him tightly. You hated the sour scent of anxiety on him and cursed the implant you had. The door opened softly and a light knock came, you jolted and let Dean go as he hesitantly let you go.

“Sorry to interrupt” Rowena said and you shook your head wiping your eyes.

“I’m afraid we have some things to discuss” she said sadly and you nodded. Dean frowned slightly as you all sat down.

“Due to your connection to each other I’m afraid Dr Y/n is going to have to resign from being your head doctor” Rowena said and you saw Dean stiffen, but nod.

“You may have brief contact under supervision-“ you stopped her.

“I won’t be here” you whispered and he frowned looking to you.

“Excuse me?” Rowena asked confused.

“I’m sorry but-“ you took a deep breath.

“I’m leaving the company, quitting” you muttered seeing the hurt in Deans eyes.

“Oh- well” Rowena cleared her throat a sadness in her eyes too.

“Out” Dean muttered and your heart broke even more.

“I’m sorry” you cried softly and stood to leave.

“You can’t see this” Dean muttered as Rowena walked out with you too as you cried.

“Oh dear” Rowena sighed sadly as you heard crashing in the room. You flinched and Rowena quickly took you to her office.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” She asked as you settled into the couch and you nodded.

“I can’t help my mate for Pete’s sake” you scoffed.

“You’ve helped alphas before successfully” she stated.

“It’s different” you muttered and she nodded.

“I know the pain dear” she said sadly and you tilted your head in question.

“My mate died when we were young and I just had our first pup, I couldn’t help him as he choked to death I didn’t know what to do. That’s why I became a doctor, then it led me to this place” she explained.

“I’m sorry” you said and she smiled holding the necklace on her chest.

“He’s always here” she said.

“I will set everything in order if you really wish to leave” she said and you nodded.

“I should take care of mum more” you tried to make an reasonable excuse but it just hurt.

“Ok dear” Rowena said typing on her computer.

“Go pack your stuff I’ll deal with everything else” she smiled sadly and you nodded.

As you packed your office Charlie came in with tears in her eyes. You hugged her tightly as you felt tears in your eyes too.

“I’ll miss you” she said pulling apart and wiping her eyes.

“I’ll miss you too” you said sighing.

“I understand though, this whole thing just-“ she looked for a word.

“Sucks?” You said and she nodded.

“I wanted to be professional” she muttered and you smiled sadly still packing things up.

“What will you do?” She asked.

“Take care of mum, work on the farm properly like she did, just a normal person thing” you shrugged.

“What about your mate?” She asked and you stopped moving but didn’t answer.

“He’ll get better” you said.

“Maybe he will forgive me and see me again” you whispered.

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NOTES!:

I will be making a part two story called “Giving into the wild side” so technically this isn’t the end xD

#x reader #aob #feral au #feral alpha Dean #alpha Dean #Dean x reader #alpha dean x omega reader

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4evapika · 10 hours

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Don’t Leave Me

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gn!reader x kokonoi hajime — angst — fluff — sfw

warnings: violence — possible typos

words: 1855

synopsis: never ending unrequited love from your childhood best friend who’s still in love with a passed love interest

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You felt the cool breeze of spring as you walked along the sidewalk hand in hand with Kokonoi. The both of you were heading back to your shared apartment building. This was your first date with him after being in love with him since childhood. The date went perfect. Nothing could make you happier. However, shortly after stepping inside and closing the door you heard loud knocks. You looked at Kokonoi confused, and for some reason you couldn’t move to open the door.

“Don’t leave me.” He said, calmly.

“What?”

“Don’t leave me out there.”

Your eyes burst open when you realized the knocking was coming not from your short lived dream, but from your real life. The life where Kokonoi is too hung up on old love and you’ll never be more than a friend.

You struggle to find your phone in the pitch black darkness of your room, but eventually do and check the time.

‘Two in the morning? Koko comes home later every day.’ You think.

You turn on your phone’s flashlight and grumpily stomp over to the front door while trying not to trip over your own feet because of your sleepy state.

While unlocking the door you picture how Kokonoi will look tonight. Maybe he’d have a bloody nose, perhaps some bruised knuckles, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what was actually on the other side of the door.

After unlocking the door you see him standing there looking like he has not a care in the world even though he has come home in a much worse state than he usually does.

“Oh my god, Koko!” You say, surprised.

Both of his eyes were bruised and his nose was actively bleeding. His face was scratched up, his clothes were torn, and when you looked down at his hand where he clutched his side, you noticed blood staining the area.

“I’m taking you to the hospital.” You said, about to run over to grab your keys.

“Hell no,” he said, grabbing your arm, “it’s just a scratch, I’ve had worse.”

You’ve had this argument with him before so you don’t even bother debating with him.

“Fine, but I’m gonna bandage you up.”

He doesn’t bother arguing with you here either because he knows you’re too stubborn to not give him some type of care.

He watches as you walk over to the closet and take out the abnormally sized medkit that you guys buy every so often for times like these. He analyzes all of your movements. How you search through the kit trying to find the alcohol pads, how you so carefully apply bandages, and apply pressure to his larger wound. During all of this, he feels nothing but guilt.

Guilty for not being able to show you the amount of love that you show him. Everything he feels for you he pushes away so that he doesn’t end up hurting you. The poor boy has a history of losing the people he loves most, and he can’t have that happen to you. He lets you think he’s still in love with Akane in order to protect you from whatever bad luck he thinks he holds.

“Done! I swear, the next time you end up like this, you’re going to the hospital!” You scold.

“You say that every time.” He laughs.

“But I mean it this time!”

“You say that too.”

You help him up from the couch and he lets you hold his hand for a little longer than necessary. You think he does it because he feels bad for you, but really he does it so he can feel your touch a little longer.

“I’m gonna finish getting cleaned up, thank you, y/n.”

You smile and happily head back to your room to continue sleeping and hopefully continue that dream from earlier.

Unfortunately, your dream did not continue, but the first thing you saw when waking up was Kokonoi. (it cancels out).

“Hey, there’s no food so I’m gonna go buy some.”

“Wait, I’ll go with you.” You grumble with your eyes squinted because of the brightness in your room.

“You’re barely awake, it’s okay.”

“No, seriously I was about to wake up anyways.”

He rolls his eyes and leaves your room so you can get ready. He knows you weren’t anywhere close to waking up because you tend to sleep in a whole lot on saturdays. However, he also knows you would do anything to get some extra time with him, and once again, he lets you, for the last reason you would think he’d do it for.

You get ready as quickly as possible and head over to the front door where he’s jokingly tapping his foot against the hardwood floor to insinuate his impatience. You giggle at his childish antics and drag him out the door as payback.

The both of you decided to walk to the store as it’s only ten minutes away and you guys weren’t buying much. As you walked along the sidewalk you suddenly remembered your dream from last night. You typically don’t let unrequited love get to you, but reality had hit and all you could think about was how Kokonoi would never let you get close to him, childhood friends or not.

Your mood changed immensely and Kokonoi sensed it immediately. He looked down at you and took note of your uneasy demeanor.

“Something on your mind?”

You get snapped out of your self-sabotaging thoughts by his voice and quickly look towards him. Your heart was screaming at you to confess your love, but your brain was telling you to save the friendship.

“Yeah sorry, I just remembered a dream from last night.”

“About?”

“How I would feel if I was truly happy.”

He turns his head back forward and looks down at the sidewalk. He doesn’t say another word relating to the topic.

Once you guys arrive at the grocery store he goes one way to buy the actual things needed to make food and you go another way to buy snacks. During this time away from him you were able to compose yourself a bit better.

Meanwhile, Kokonoi was debating on how much longer he could practically lie to you about still being in love with Akane. During his brief time of working against Seishu he learned a lot on how to accept that Akane is gone, and will not be coming back. Seishu guided Kokonoi into realizing that you were around and willing to be there for him no matter if the feelings were reciprocated or not.

He wanted to find the courage to confess to you and finally be able to show you the love that you’ve been craving for years, but his want for your happiness was much greater than his need for your safety.

The two of you ended up bumping into each other in one of the aisles and when you guys saw each of your full baskets, you both shared a chuckle.

Both you and Kokonoi were so engulfed in your thoughts that you didn’t realize how much food you were grabbing.

“Do we really need this much?” You ask.

“At least we won’t have to come back for a while.” He smiled.

After checking out and trying to fight Kokonoi for holding all of the bags of groceries, you stepped outside where it was more windy than it was earlier.

“We should’ve taken the car.” He says in an unfortunate tone.

You shrug, “Oh well, I’m not the one carrying anything so I don’t mind.”

He rolls his eyes after realizing the consequences of his actions.

You both walked in silence for quite a while and were only about five minutes away from your home when something had you stop in your tracks immediately. Kokonoi looked back at you, startled by your sudden action.

“You okay?” He asks, his eyebrows wrinkling a bit.

“Koko, I love you.” You say, rather calmly.

His eyes widen and his eyes turn glossy. He has no clue how to respond. He feels that admitting his feelings is too dangerous.

“I…,” His sentence doesn’t continue.

“Koko, say it back. Whether you mean it or not.”

He shakes his head nervously.

“No, I can’t.”

“You’ll regret it, Koko.”

He’s holding the grocery bags so tight that his palms must be red. His hands and the rest of his body have never felt so sweaty in his entire life.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks with his eyes still wide and his head still shaking back and forth slowly.

“At least know that I love you.” You repeat once more.

You tug on his black sweater and move him a little behind you. You go on your tippy toes and hug him by his neck.

“I love you.” He whispers by your ear.

His face is moist with his own tears and his shirt is moist with yours.

In less than two seconds later, three gunshots go off and not one of those shots reaches their target. They all hit you. One in your stomach, one in your chest, one in your thigh. The car which acted as the getaway vehicle for this criminal sped off so quickly that Kokonoi wasn’t able to get a good look after you collapsed to the floor.

“Why… why would you do that!” He screams.

His voice is choppy with voice cracks and tears pour endlessly down his face. They trickle down onto your own face and it’s one more thing helping you stay a little bit aware of your surroundings.

“Don’t scream, my ears are ringing.”

His lip trembles and his hands are shaking. He looks like how you found him after he saved Seishu instead of Akane.

“You do love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” You smile.

Your eyes flutter more slowly and your breath begins in an inconsistent pattern.

“I have to take you to the hospital.”

“You can’t save me.”

His eyebrows are scrunched together, his nose is entirely runny and the tears seem as if they will never stop falling. He has your head laying on his lap.

Your clothes have become drenched in your own blood and it has now gone from his clothes to the pavement as well.

With each cry he gets louder and louder, like a little kid. He holds your hands and adjusts you so you might feel less uncomfortable on the sidewalk. The spring breeze continues, but you can’t even shiver due to how weak your body feels.

“Don’t leave me.” He says close to your ear.

He feels your hand lose strength, he hears your rough, choppy breathing end, and he watches as your eyes slowly shut. His life is unfortunately full of ridiculous patterns and coincidences. Everyone he’s ever opened up his heart to has been so easily ripped from his life that it is too damaged to feel for anyone anymore.

This time around, only Kokonoi feels the spring breeze, only Kokonoi is holding hands, and only Kokonoi is heading back to your (no longer) shared apartment.

#super rushed #tokyo revengers #kokonoi #kokonoi hajime #hajime kokonoi #bare with me i have writers block #fanfic #fanfiction #tokrev #toman #tenjiku #inui seishu #seishu #akane #kokonoi x reader #angst #fluff

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yongbokology · 1 year

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don’t have feelings for your annoying roommate who got hit by a car

pairings; non-idol! jung hoseok x poc! reader word count; 3.7k summary; what do you get when you have two idiots rooming together that have feelings for one another? enter ‘don’t have feelings for your annoying roommate who got hit by a car’ ratings; fluff, humor, angst(ish), smut themes, car accident, hoseok has trouble walking from said accident, idiots2lovers. NOT PROOF READ!

you’ve been living with hoseok for about three years but you’ve known him for longer. he met your brother in elementary school and you’ve had the displeasure of seeing his mug ever since. after graduating high school you wanted to move out of your parent’s home. the college you attended had dorms but were way out of price range, the small part time job wasn’t going to pay that off any time soon. your brother suggested you rooming with hoseok when he remembered that he was looking for someone to split the rent with after his roommate moved in with their partner.

“are you fucking mental?” was what you asked your brother when he brought up the offer.

you thought hoseok was one of the most annoying people to walk this planet. he’d tease you any chance he got, make fun of you, meddle in your business and would steal random items out of your room while you were still in high school because apparently he was implemented as the son your parents didn’t give birth to.

but… desperate times call for desperate measures and you wanted the full college experience and so you took the room in hoseok’s apartment and have been regretting that decision ever since.

“don’t come in my room, i’m having someone over tonight?”

hoseok glanced up from his phone, his brow quirked in amusement. “oh?”

“yes. ‘oh’. and i’m being serious too.” you made sure to make the sternness in your voice as clear as day.

hoseok had a habit of not minding his business and walking in your room at random hours of the day, sometimes without even knocking. you weren’t really worried this time however, because the prospect of him walking in were kinda slim. to simply put it, hoseok decided to get hit by a car almost two months ago. luckily, the injuries weren’t too grave but it was hard for him to walk at times. the first few weeks he couldn’t walk at all but now he was doing way better. you’ve also been taking care of him ever since. aside from his annoying personality you didn’t mind looking after him because no matter how bothersome hoseok could be, he was still someone you cared about and nursing him back to health was very important to you.

sometimes you even miss class to make sure he’s taking care of himself or assisting him in activities he can’t do on his own. seeing him struggle with basic activities did leave a hole in your heart and the hole grew even bigger seeing his hyperactive personality dim when he couldn’t do something.

“i promise i’d rather become one with this couch than use the bit of strength i have in my legs to interrupt your random fuck.”

you rolled your eyes before grabbing the remote off the coffee table in front of him and turning the tv off.

“what the fuck?! i made a bet with yoongi to see who could finish euphoria first and i’m not forking over fifty dollars.”

you throw the remote by his lap on the couch before placing your hands on your hips. “hobi, please be on your best behavior. this person is actually decent i’d rather you not fuck this up okay?”

it was hoseok’s turn to roll his eyes. he grabbed the remote from his side, turning the tv back on and clicking on the hbo max account the both of you shared. “like i said, cock blocking you is the last thing on my mind right now.”

“yeah and it better stay that way. are you gonna sleep in the living room? should i bring out your sheets and pillows?”

god you were hot when you went into nurse mode.

“nah, gonna make some ramyeon and call it a night.”

“okay, be careful.”

after debating on a movie to watch, you and taehyung decided on the hangover 2. you guys were thirty minutes in, arm deep in popcorn and enjoying one another’s company.

taehyung was a really sweet guy, you two met a few weeks ago at a bar he was bartending. you were shit faced after celebrating soyeon’s birthday and stayed until closing time. after a bit of conversation and getting to know one another, he kept a watchful eye on the both of you for the rest of the night and made sure you and your friends safely got into your uber. it was when you got home you found that he snuck his number into your coat pocket and the two of you have been exchanging messages ever since.

taehyung wipes his hand clean of popcorn dust before asking “hey uh, where’s your bathroom?” to which you sit up and nod towards your door.

“down the hall on your left. do you want me to pause the movie?”

taehyung shakes his head, stretching his limbs. “nah you’re good.” once making his way out of your room he softly closes the door behind him.

your apartment was set up in the way of your living room and kitchen being connected. your door was facing the kitchen and located on taehyung’s right would be your hall with the bathroom on one side and hoseok’s on the other.

with this being said, taehyung immediately got a view of what was unfolding in the kitchen; hoseok trying to reach for what seems to be a bowl in one of the cabinets, his free arm clinging onto his crutch that was firmly planted on the tiled kitchen floor.

“need any help?”

taehyung’s soft tone startles hoseok but he doesn’t make it apparent. instead, he pauses to take a breath after what felt like more that thirty seconds of trying to retrieve the damn tupperware. he doesn’t spare taehyung a glance but instead shakes his head, eyes locked on the floor.

“i’m fine, thanks.”

hesitant to just take his word, taehyung presses further. “are you sure, it’s no problem if-”

this time the venom that hoseok tried to hide the first time, boils over into his next sentence. “i said i’m fine.”

this throws the moppy haired male off. taehyung didn’t know hoseok, quite frankly this was his first time even speaking to him. when taehyung arrived at your apartment he didn’t get a chance to greet your roommate because he was on the phone with someone. that and because you told him to not really pay him any mind. however, upon first glance, taehyung thought he was chill.. he looked like someone he’d have no problem hanging out with.. so why was he being snappy?

he gave hoseok a final look before disappearing down the hall. you continued watching your movie, unaware of the scene that just played out right outside your door, laughing at the shenanigans of the characters on your screen.

hoseok took a breath again before reaching for the bowl again. he pushed himself up on his tippy toe, his fingertips lightly reaching for the rim. just when he’s on the cusp of victory, in the blink of an eye, he’s falling to the floor, his crutch clattering at his side in the midst. before he can even register what happened his legs are suddenly induced in unbearable pain, so bad that he can’t even control the scream that erupts from his lips.

frightened by the sudden whaling coming from outside your room, you jump up from your spot and immediately pause the movie. you jumped to your feet and swing your door open, the first thing you notice is one of the cabinet doors open in the kitchen, peering over the island you catch a glimpse of hoseok on the floor, face buried in the crook of his forearm.

without a second thought you rush over to his side, kneeling down next to him. “what happened?!” you yell. you look over his body to check for any signs of bruises and that’s when you notice his crutch just a few feet away from him. “hobi..”

he’s sniffling in his arm, tears soaking the sleeve of his grey hoodie.

taehyung rushes out the bathroom, confusion written all over his face. “is everything alright?”

at the sound of taehyung’s voice, hoseok's head shoots up from the floor. he’s wearing a scowl as tears continue to roll down his rosy cheeks. “yes, everything is fucking fine.”

you and taehyung are immediately taken aback by this. “woah, hobi.. he just wants to make sure you’re okay. did you fall?”

taehyung stands frozen in his spot, again not expecting hoseok’s venomous tone. he awkwardly shifts his gaze around the apartment before shoving his hands into his pockets, not knowing what else to do. taehyung was aware of hoseok being in a accident and knew of his trouble with mobility in his legs at times; you had mentioned this to him when taehyung inquired about you living with someone else.

‘i think i’m gonna go’ taehyung mouths to you and you silently nod, looking back down at hoseok who has gone back to crying into his hoodie sleeve.

the severity of the situation dawns on you when you realize you’ve never once seen hoseok so distraught. sure when he was first in the hospital and when he first came back home he wasn’t in the best spirit but he still managed to crack a smile here and there. even when he felt down, it wasn’t too long before he was his annoying self again. but never once did hoseok shed a single tear, in front of you at least, the realization making your features soften.

the muffled music on the opposite side of your door failed to mute the sounds of your hiccups and sobs. you hated jennie and her stupidly beautiful face. you hated this party and most importantly you hated jongin for sucking jennie’s beautiful face right in front of you. no, you and jongin weren't together but you two were talking for close to a month and things were going well… or so you thought. after realizing you had just witnessed, you were suddenly running away with your dignity, dashing up the stairs and locking yourself away in your room.

yoongi watched everything unfold and searched your house for your brother, telling him what went down once he was able to get ahold of him. your doting brother stopped everything and made his way up to your room, rapping loudly at your door, trying to get you to show him your face. of course that didn’t work and while he got silence on the other side of the door, you were trying to conceal your sobs into your pillow.

the constant knocking and your brother’s voice soon fell on deaf ears and after hearing none of the two for a few minutes, you sat up quickly once the rapping started once again. you were annoyed now and you wanted to be left alone.

without even an ounce of care for your appearance, you got up from your bed, stomping your way to your door, swinging it open and ready to let it rip on your older brother but halting once you come face to face with the last person you even want to look at right now, hoseok. he wore a smug grin on his face, probably about to give you shit about what happened but his grin immediately was replaced with a thin line and his brows furrowed with what seemed to be worry.

“oh fucking perfect, listen i’m not in the mood right now to get made fun of-”

you become stiff. your whole being froze. in all the years you’ve known hoseok he’s never once said anything to you that wasn’t sarcastic nor has he done anything that wasn’t to pick on you. so him wrapping his arms around you, holding you oh so close to him, wasn’t on your bingo card for the night or ever for that matter.

you’re not sure what came over you but before you knew it, you were sobbing again and embracing him as tight as possible. you didn’t know why you felt so comfortable at that moment. he could’ve easily shoved you away at any moment and laughed in your face but that never happened. instead, he walked you back into your room, closing the door behind him with his foot.

you felt his long fingers trace circles on your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. the two of you stayed that way in the middle of your room for god knows how long. after a while he slowly pulled back to take a look at you, his facial features different from his normal, smug expression that you grew to be annoyed by. he looked concerned.

your mascara stained your puffy cheeks and under your eyes, there was a bit of snot creeping from your nose and in any other instance he’d make fun of you for it but he took his sweater paw and wiped it away instead.

you didn’t understand where this ‘caring’ nature came from and quite frankly it was quite odd that he wasn’t disgusted by the sight of you right now.

“truth be told, i was coming up here to make fun of you,”

and there it is, there’s the hoseok you’re accustomed to.

“but i didn’t know you actually cared that much for the guy.”

you rolled your eyes, stepping past him to take a tissue from the tissue box on your desk. you wiped away the black that stained your cheeks as well as the stray tears while looking into your vanity, your eyes shifted to the left to get a look at hoseok who was also watching you through the mirror.

“i know it’s so easy for me to forget that i’m an actual person and have fucking feelings but yes, i fucking cared about someone i was talking to for weeks, i’m so sorry it’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that someone would be interest in me.” you bite, discarding your tissue in the bin by your desk.

“god, y/n. i know i tease the shit about you but that doesn’t mean i don’t care about you.”

“oh you care about me now? is that why you make my life a living hell? is that why you think i’m so out of jongin’s lead that he’d even think to-”

“it was truth or dare,”

your facing him now, your anger is turned into confusion. what the hell does truth or dare has to do with anything.

“i dared jongin to kiss jennie.”

you’re seething at this point. you feel like grabbing the nearest heavy object and chucking it at him. “get the fuck out.”

hoseok takes a few steps towards you and now you’re shouting. “i swear to fuck. get the fuck out of my hoseok!”

“oh will you listen for a fucking second,” his voice over powers yours, making you flinch.

besides being a nuisance, hoseok was known for his calm, collected and nonchalant personality. he was never the loudest in the room but you could still feel his presence. you’ve never heard him raise his voice even when he and your brother would argue, sure they’d be boys and be loud as fuck if they were on the game but you’ve never heard hoseok yell as if he’s actually upset.

“i heard through mutual friends that you weren’t the only girl he was talking to,” his tone is quieter now. “there were others and he was sleeping with them as well. i wanted to tell you but i didn’t know how and i didn’t want to tell your brother because you know how he gets when it comes to you and the last thing he needs is ruining his chance at that scholarship. jongin ended up ending being kicked out but it took a bunch of his to keep him from pouncing on him. i’m really sorry y/n and if you want to kill me that’s fine but i couldn’t stand the fact that he was just using you like that and i knew you’d be close by and see him for who he really is.” you let him finish.

you take a breath, letting everything sink in and while you felt a bit salty that he dared him to kiss jennie, you found it in your heart not to be too upset with his reasoning.

“jung hoseok, you’re a dumbass, you know that right?”

“a dumbass that just saved your ass from heartbreak in the long run.”

…

before he was discharged from the hospital, you were advised to keep hoseok’s legs elevated as he slept and so you were preparing him for just that. his first day home, you had to buy a few pillows from walmart so he’d still have pillows to rest his head on and now you were fluffing those same pillows to put under his feet, hoseok silently watching you the entire time. that’s what it was for a while, silence.

you hadn’t said anything since taehyung left. you were able to help hoseok off the floor and sat him on the couch, wiping away his rosy, tear stained cheeks before making the ramyeon that he was originally supposed to make. he watched you do that in silence as well. his legs were still in pain but not as bad as they initially were when he fell and that was thanks to you giving him his pain meds that he oh so hated. you watched him carefully as he downed each tablet, making sure he wasn’t storing them under his tongue. as he ate, you cleaned up your room a bit, threw out your unfinished microwaved popcorn. you also shot taehyung a text. you apologized for hoseok’s weird behavior and for your date being interrupted. his was fast with his reply, reassuring you that everything was fine and that he wouldn’t mind picking up where you left off some other time.

“i’m sorry.” you hear behind you and you fluff the last pillow.

with a sigh you collect all of the pillows in your arms, placing them on the bed. “you’re fine, hobi. i’m just glad you’re okay.”

since taehyung left, hoseok’s been feeling nothing but guilt. taehyung seemed like a nice dude and didn’t deserve to be treated the way he was being treated. “i mean it, i also want taehyung to know i'm sorry for being rude to him, he seemed chill and i was being a asshole.”

another sigh escapes your lips. “i’ll be sure to tell him hobi but i’m not thinking about that right now. i just care about you being as comfortable as possible and if five pillows are too much for your feet. raise ‘em please.”

he silently obliges to your request and raises his legs with a bit of a struggle. you catch this and use one arm to keep them up while you use the other to stack the pillows under them. “i have one more apology.”

“hoseok-”

“i’m sorry for being a coward and not being open and honest with you. it’s just that we grew up together and i never really grew out of teasing you so it was really all i ever knew how to interact with you. i was more close with your brother but i still valued you and our friendship,”

your eyes were locked on him at this point, you were confused as to where this was going and you were convinced this had to be some effect from his medicine. “is this the benzos talking or?”

“just let me finish please…i never understood why i couldn’t leave you alone and towards the end of middle school i realized i actually might favor you more than your brother. i’d beg my parents to let me walk home with you guys and convince them too. i remember proposing the idea to my parents to let me spend the night on weekends and i remember being so ecstatic when they finally said yes. i was able to spend more time with you guys but most importantly, i got to see you more. i always tired to get you to play with me and your brother but you weren’t interested, you played on your own for the most part and i remember so badly all the times i’d want to stop playing with him and to play with you but just teased you for playing alone instead. when you finally became a freshman i was happy that we’d be going to the same school again. even though we were a grade above you, i still liked that we had some classes and lunch together. i was more drawn to you by then and i felt the need to hide you from the prying eyes of upperclassmen. before homecoming i wondered about who i was going to take and i had a few options but for some reason those options weren’t satisfactory.. till the thought of asking you popped up in my head but come to find out you weren't into those kind of things and was going to stay home. by then i’d realize two things. one, i was relieved that no one had the chance of even asking you and you actually going. two, i had feelings for you and ever since then its been up from there. i cared about my appearance around you, i’d always feel anxious just seeing you interact with anyone other than family and me and i was crushed when i found out you were talking to jongin on all people and sure i’ve had relationships with all these feelings but all my relationships weren’t fruitful because they weren’t with you. i’m really sorry for how i acted tonight, that was so uncalled for and i understand if you’re upset-”

“hoseok,”

“and i understand if you even want to move out-”

“hobi.”

“huh?”

“did that accident give you erectile dysfunction?”

“... who’s asking?”

your giggle flows through his ears as well as the sound of his blood thrumming from his confession that he’d been holding in for so long. he’s swallowing hard as he watches you drop his legs on the pillow then straddle his hips, using your dainty hands to push him off his elbows and into the bed.

“took you long enough to say it,”

he’s looking up at you bug eyed and breathless, his eyes flickering between your hands that are currently undoing the buttons on your shirt and where you lie on his crotch. you lean in close enough to where your lips are brushing against one another, his bated breath fanning against yours.

“and i think this calls for a celebration, don’t you think?”

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HSH Febuwhump Day 11 - Fever

Sick fics are my weakness guys I love them so much

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Four pulls two water bottles from the fridge and adds them to the growing pile of snacks and beverages stuffed in his tote bag. He throws in a bottle of orange juice and a fruit shake for good measure. Then he pours the soup he had warmed on the stove into a bowl and puts that on the tray with an English breakfast tea. Milk and sugar.

He hefts the tray into his arms and leaves the dishes from cooking to someone else. Everybody in this house owes him enough favors to wash a cutting board and a few bowls for him.

He’s walks slowly into the foyer. He’s nearly to the stairs when someone darts in front of him, blocking his path.

“One second, if you don’t mind.” Hyrule holds out an ear thermometer, expression clear that he is not messing around. The doctor is in fuzzy pajamas and a giant sweatshirt but he’s all business.

Four sighs. “I’m not sick.”

“Two days of hiding in your room, hoarding orange juice and gummy multivitamins and missing meals? Without going to your workshop even once? Evidence to the contrary is strong.” Hyrule remains where he is. He won’t be deterred. Not after just about every other member of the house came to him concerning Four’s recent behavior.

“I’ve been eating in my room. Nothing Wind hasn’t done before,” Four mutters. He rolls his eyes but obediently tilts his head, letting Hyrule take his temperature. He twitches when Hyrule sticks the thermometer in his ear. But he stands still and lets it happen.

“98.7.” Hyrule reads after the beep, eyebrows disappearing under his fringe. “Normal.”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised. I told you I wasn’t sick,” Four mutters.

“Yes. But you also told me that one time that you didn’t cut your hand open on a piece of sheet metal. And I think we both remember how that ended.”

Ten stitches. Point to Hyrule. Still. “Well, as you can see this is nothing like that time. I’m fine. I’m just taking a few days to myself. Is that a crime?”

“No. But it is suspicious.” Still, Hyrule has to relent. Four isn’t sick, nor is he displaying any symptoms. So the good doctor lets him pass, hands full of food. He does curiously watch Four’s back as the mechanic heads to his bedroom.

Four struggles to open his door with his elbow, awkwardly bumping against his door knob until he twisted it just enough to wriggle the door open. He enters quickly. He kicks the door shut behind him, pitching the room back into darkness.

He uses the light of a single dim night light plugged into his wall to place the tray on his nightstand. He unpacks his bag and dumps everything cold into the cooler he’d brought up from the garage.

The lump on his bed sniffs. The blankets shift. Amethyst eyes appear from under the mountain of bedding. A hoarse voice rasps, “That’s not tomato soup.”

“We don’t have any tomato soup and I wasn’t making it from scratch.” Four pulls out the bed tray and arranges everything neatly. “You don’t even have functioning tastebuds right now, anyway.”

“I have functioning eyes.”

“Debatable.” Four places the tray onto Shadow’s lap once he extradited the other boy from the heavy comforter. Shadow wriggles until he’s comfortably sitting up in bed. He leans over the steaming bowl and sniffs it. He gives Four a flat look.

Four returns it with twice the dryness. Amature.

He wins the battle easily. Shadow makes a grumpy noise but starts eating. After the first bite he practically inhales the bowl, appetite finally making a reappearance after two days of hardly any sustenance. Before this the only things Four could get him to eat was shakes and a few plain crackers from Four’s private stash.

Satisfied with his victory, Four goes to crack the window open to get some fresh air in the room. After Shadow’s done eating, Four is going to insist on a shower.

Even in the low light Four could tell Shadow was doing better. The other boy was no longer the shivering, sweating mess he’d been when he first showed up at Four’s doorstep two days ago. He had some color back and was able to keep food down without having to fight nausea.

Four tidies up a bit while his friend eats. The floor of his room is a mess of spare blankets where Four has been sleeping. An attempt to stay as far away from germs as possible. Not that it really matters when Shadow insists on them watching the newest season of his latest obsession together, shoulder to shoulder in the bed.

Point proven by Shadow snatching his sleeve when Four tries to feel his forehead.

“I’m cold.” Shadows pleading eyes might have made Four feel some amount of sympathy if not for his big fat grin. The blonde made sure to look down at his friend with the least sympathetic look he could muster.

“Then drink your tea.” Four responded flatly. He pulled his arm out of Shadows grip and laid his hand on his forehead. Still warm. But not to the worrying degree it had been. Good.

Shadow lays down on his side, eyes tracking Four around the room. “That won’t be enough.” He says. The blankets are moved around and a spot on the mattress is offered with a cheeky pat.

Four eyes it critically. “I’m going to get sick from you.”

“What was that? You? Get sick of me? Never-”

Four smacks him lightly with a pillow. He sits himself down.

Shadow is quick to liquify against him, worming his way into Fours personal space with a happy hum. Four lets the blanket caterpillar lay on him, warm skin separated by a layer of fabric, and picks up his laptop. He browses through their options, ultimately giving in to Shadows demands to watch what Four considers to be the worst reality show ever.

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I probs gotta edit this later. I love these two

#hsh au #townhouse au #hsh four #febuwhump 2023 #hsh shadow

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"Paranoid"

Should be in bed and asleep deadass rn but instead it's hotch's birthday so here's the worst thing i could think of:

Word count: 1500 words

The decay of late fall sets Hotch’s nerves on edge. Shadows begin to walk amidst the day again, the sun sets earlier and earlier every day and the wind comes back with a sharp clarity and the imminent threat of winter. Halloween decorations hang ripped from tree branches by the wind and unsupervised groups of teenagers. The leaves are wet, stomped to a soggy film overtop the concrete. Dry leaves skitter up the road, a dog barks two doors over. Hotch tries to narrow his focus on walking, watching his shoe touch down on the ground and propel him forward. Focus on walking rather than the twisted-up nerves in his stomach, the thought pressed up behind his eyes telling him to be afraid. To expect something, to be cautious.

Jack will be home at seven-thirty, he has debate practice until five but he’s been on a kick the last month – using his own money to have dinner with friends. Hotch has met four teenagers, but supposedly their gang is made of six. They're nice kids, a little afraid of all the secrecy and the general state of how Hotch looks, but Jack is also a teen and Hotch won’t keep him home just because his life is fucked up.

Hotch kicks his shoes off at the door, searching through the dark for any sight of Jack. He already knows Jack isn’t home – if he were, every light in the house would be on – but Hotch still tugs his jacket off and calls out anyway. It is his birthday, there might be a chance Jack has come home early to spend the day with him. He’s not exactly been father-of-the-year, Hotch isn’t even sure Jack thinks he’s a good dad, and up-rooting Jack’s entire life and moving blindly across the county did not win him any favors.

Hotch falters as he steps into the kitchen, his brain processing the melted candles, wilted and drizzling wax down onto white icing. “Jack?” Hotch blows the last flame, a tiny flicker, out and turns around, heading for his room. “Jack!”

See and this is where it never makes any sense to him, that therapy business. Two different Bureau psychs told Hotch he was paranoid. He sees this little towny lady now, Cassandra. She’s thirty, but he’s certain she’s lying, and he struggles to get past the idea that she’s far too young to be dealing with a sad old man’s problems. He also hates her. She’s all about this feeling business, she has this annoying pillow with all the emotions on a wheel and she makes him point to what he feels before he’s allowed to speak. She’s also incredibly bossy and thinks he’s “hyper-vigilant”, “paranoid”, and “uses logic to distance himself from his emotions”.

Oh, he can’t wait to tell Cassandra about this. Paranoid, huh? Well, is it still called paranoid, Cassandra, if you’re right?

There’s a gun in the china cabinet. Hotch doesn’t even have to look, he keeps his back to the wall, as his hands push through the dust to where he knows, instinctively, his backup weapon is. There’s not a sound in the house – nothing.

Clearing rooms is instinct, Hotch’s anxiety abates the moment the cold metal meets his palm. He knows what to do. Hotch feels like he breathes for the first time in months as he raises the gun, the thoughts clearing his head. Just silence.

Hotch doesn’t realize how empty he’s left this house until he’s scanning the walls. He has nightmares about slamming Foyet’s head into his engagement photos. The way that the glass had broken, the shards in his fingers. Hotch can’t remember a lot from that fight but he does remember that, the way it felt through his hand as he drove Foyet’s head into the glass.

He thinks about that a lot (it’s red on the feelings wheel, disgusted: embarrassed, appalled).

Seeing the walls, the barren hall, and the empty living room make Hotch realize that he is the reason Jack doesn’t want to be here. This might be a house but he’s hardly made it anything else. It’s just empty rooms, a desolate, sad place Jack doesn’t want to come back to (that’s orange on the feeling wheel, sad: guilty, remorseful – he doesn’t like the feelings wheel but Hotch doesn’t half-ass anything, he’s got it memorized… that one’s come up in therapy actually).

Hotch lowers the gun the moment he sees Jack and he’s blinded, black spots clouding his vision as something collides with the back of his head, snapping his jaw shut with an audible crack – the crack is not from his jaw, which does hurt, but nearly as much as getting hit with a gun.

Hotch falls down to his knees and he shouts as his gun is kicked from his hand, a swift blow to his wrist that gives easily. Something wet and cold hits his face, a powerful assault that steals his breath as the substance burns its way down his throat. Hotch’s back hits the ground and he looks up at a mask. Foyet. His heart feels like it’s stopped, his face getting pale and really hot, and he lays paralyzed in fear.

Peter Lewis pulls the mask off his face in one quick movement, revealing a smile behind the blacked-out mouth of the mask. “I thought that’d scare you,” he says, cheerily, holding the mask back from himself and smiling at it proudly. “I really had to search for this,” Lewis admits, tossing it onto Jack’s bed. “You know, the company that sold Mr. Foyet his mask made a huge profit after he escaped prison.” Lewis nods and then shrugs, “but they did stop selling them after you know who got killed… Haley. Your wife.”

Hotch closes his eyes, willing his vision to clear when he opens them again. He can hardly focus his eyes and he can’t move his head but he can see Jack from the corner of his eye. He’s frozen, standing completely still with tears streaming down his face. There’s cake batter dried to his hands and shirt and flour all over his pants.

“Now,” Lewis says, clearing his throat and offering Jack the gun. “We talked about this,” Lewis reminds Jack, “take the gun.”

Jack sobs, choking but he takes the gun from Lewis.

“Do it.” Hotch watches the way Lewis looks at Jack, that giant creepy smile trying to soothe Jack, attempting to calm him down so he can press the trigger. “You have to do it, Jack.”

Jack closes his eyes, his right hand stretching the gun out in front of him but the rest of him turned from it. “No,” he manages, coughing as he grows more and more distressed. He’s hyperventilating, sobbing as he stands there. “Please.”

“Hotch,” Lewis says, turning suddenly to him with a smile. “Tell Jack who killed his mother.”

Hotch shuts his eyes, feeling the compulsion to speak, the ability, hit him like his mouth is watering. “I did.”

“Louder!”

“I did!” Hotch can feel himself shaking, the effects of the drugs are starting to hit him a little stronger. He feels light-headed, and suddenly so cold. “I did, it was my fault.”

Lewis tsks, “well there you have it.” He smiles at Jack, “now do it.”

Jack shakes and yelps when Lewis grabs his other hand, putting them both on the barrel and aiming the gun down at Hotch. “Do. It.” Lewis commands one last time. “You kill him or I kill you both.”

“Jack.” Jack’s attention turns gratefully to Hotch, wanting nothing more than for his father to just end this already. Figure this crap out and get them home – Jack just wants his dad, he doesn’t know how to do this. He’s just scared.

“It’s okay,” Hotch is panting, whatever drug Lewis sprayed in his face fucking sucks. Hotch has not done a lot of drugs but he’s done enough, more than enough to know whatever this shit is, it’s awful. “It’s okay, buddy.” He can’t see anything anymore, the cake batter on Jack’s shirt has faded into the blue fabric. Black spots are blocking the center of his vision, trying to take him down into the cold with them. “ ‘s… ‘kay.”

Lewis nudges the gun back up, wrapping his arm around Jack’s shoulder. “Won’t be long,” Lewis whispers. “I told you the drugs were strong, he won't feel it. You can do it, Jack. It’s so much easier than you think.”

"Dad," Jack sobs, his knees shaking beneath him and he feels Lewis stand closer to him. "Dad–"

The gunshot is ignored, a solitary confusing sound but the sound of screaming, of gut-wrenching sobs, draws attention to the quiet little house.

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #jack hotchner #i didn't say if i killed him dead or not #in my head #he's not dead #just to clarify #in my head what happens #is that hotch lives and the first thing he does is go tell Cassandra that he's not paranoid #bc he was right

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theycallme-thejackal · 1 year

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One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

103. Picture to Burn

She didn’t get her perfect fantasy.

She’s held out hope for years that maybe she would, but when Gordon dumps and then fires her, she knows it’s all over. She’s never going to have that happy ending with a husband who loves her. She can have comedy or she can have a husband, but not both.

The thing that surprises her, though, is that she’s not that upset about losing Gordon.

At first she thinks it’s just that she’s been dumped before - and in a much more degrading, upsetting way. Maybe she’s just incapable of being hurt by men anymore.

But then she runs into Lenny.

She’s a little drunk. She hasn’t eaten much today, so the two martinis have gone straight to her head, and looking at the last man she actually loved is too much to bear.

“I have to go,” she says suddenly, pulling a few bills out of her purse and throwing them haphazardly onto the bar.

“Midge - ”

“I just remembered I have to pick up the kids in the morning,” she says quickly, darting out of the bar on wobbly legs.

She gets to the sidewalk and takes a deep breath of the cold December air, letting it sober her up a little before realizing she left her coat inside. “Fuck,” she mutters, debating whether or not to go back inside or just leave it there.

There aren’t any cabs approaching, and the wind is seeping into her skin, and she groans as she turns back toward the building.

Lenny’s stepping outside, her coat draped over his arm, and there’s something so...right about it that she almost bursts into tears. “Thought you might need this,” he says quietly.

Midge nods, and he opens it for her so she can slip into it, her back facing him, and god, being this close to him is torturous. Even more so when he smooths his palms over her shoulders. “I heard about Gordon,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” she retorts, stepping out of his reach as she buttons her coat around herself. When she looks up at him, there’s a trace of a smirk on his lips, and she rolls her eyes. “Go ahead,” she says. “Say I told you so. Because you did, remember? You can’t tell me part of you isn’t thrilled to be right about this.”

He frowns at that. “You think I’m thrilled you’re hurting? Jesus, you must really think I’m a jerk.”

She hugs her arms around herself. “It’s been six months, Lenny. You haven’t spoken to me in six months,” she declares, her voice stronger as she starts to sober up.

“Considering what happened the last time we spoke, I figured you didn’t want to see me,” he replies. “And honestly?” He shuffles his feet a little bit. “I wasn’t too hot on the idea of seeing you either.”

She huffs a breath, feeling like an angry bull for a moment. “Great. Glad to hear it. Don’t worry, I’ll continue to keep my distance.” She turns and lifts her hand to flag down a nonexistent cab, hoping it will signal to him that she wants to be left alone.

Lenny groans, “Midge, that’s not what I meant.” He moves to her, standing in front of her even as she avoids his gaze.

“Then what did you mean?” She asks, continuing to look down the street and hoping a taxi materializes out of thin air. “You said you didn’t want to see me. Fine. I get it. We’re not friends anymore. If I see you passed out on the sidewalk again, I’ll just keep walking.”

“No you won’t.”

“No I won’t,” she relents, finally dropping her hand and looking at him. “I won’t because I care about you. Because regardless of everything that’s happened between us, I still care about you. And if you’re struggling, I’m going to do anything I can to help you, and I’m not going to rub it in your face afterward.”

“I’m not rubbing anything in your face, Midge! Do you really think I want to see you upset over some jackass?”

“The only jackass I’m upset over is you!” She shouts, and his brows fly toward his hairline in surprise. She wishes she could shove the words back into her mouth.

“Let me get this straight,” he says carefully, waving his hand. “You’re not upset about Gordon...at all?”

She takes a deep breath. “I’m upset about losing my job,” she admits. “Not my fiancé.”

Lenny stares at her for a moment. “You didn’t love him,” he deduces. She nods in response. “Then...why were you with him?”

She scoffs a mirthless laugh. “Because the man I wanted to be with never asked me out,” she answers, looking at him pointedly. “And I didn’t want to be all alone anymore.”

He recoils in surprise. “I didn’t think you wanted me to ask you out,” he reasons.

“Why on earth would you think that?”

“I thought I missed the window,” he says. He swipes his hand over his mouth. “After I - at Carnegie Hall - ”

“The window was still open, Lenny,” she replies. “You just chose not to see it.”

He dips his head, looking at his feet for a moment. “Any chance...any chance it’s still open?” He asks quietly, flicking his eyes up to look at her. “Even just...” He pinches his thumb and index together, leaving a little space between them.

She smiles as behind him, a cab turns onto the street. “You’ve got til this cab stops,” she tells him, lifting her arm again.

He manages to chuckle a little before stepping closer to her. “Can I take you to dinner?” He asks. “Maybe this weekend?”

The taxi pulls up, and she nods. “Friday. Pick me up at seven,” she answers.

He smiles back at her and nods. “I’ll see you Friday, then.”

She turns, opening the car door, but before she gets in, she turns back to him and presses a tender kiss to his lips. His fingers brush against her cheek before she pulls away. “Night, Lenny,” she breathes before slipping into the back seat.

Maybe she can keep hoping for that perfect fantasy after all.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #mltswift

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sundaybee · 2 years

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Lost (Pepa x Fem!Reader) Pt 6/Finale

This was written as part of a trade with @hotdiggitydammit so go check out her art! She requested Pepa pining and angst and a reader who didn’t know the language so I hope it is angsty enough for those of you that like that!

Part 6 of 6

I can not find the original gif so this one will work!

As always I am not a native Speaker so if I have a word or phrase wrong let me know so I may fix it!

“Y/N! Y/N!” Pepa called out as she searched the forest. Her and her siblings had volunteered to venture deeper. As children they spent many days exploring and knew all the paths and landmarks better than anyone.

“Maybe we should split up?” Julieta suggested.

“I don’t know. What if we get lost.” Bruno commented.

“We have spent our lives playing in these trees. We will be fine.” Julieta said firmly and opened her basket, passing arepas to each of them.

“But to be safe we will meet back here in ten minutes.”

The three agreed and each took off in a different direction.

Pepa sighed as she walked, jumping over roots and pushing past bushes. She was debating turning back, knowing she was nearing her ten minute mark when she noticed how mangled one of the bushes looked near the river. She knelt down to examine it. It could have been damaged by an animal but Pepa prayed and pushed past it.

“Dios mio! Y/N!” Pepa cried out when she saw your mangled form passed out under the tree. Pepa raced to you and collapsed on the ground.

“Please be alive! Please!” She begged and placed her fingers against your neck. She found the faintest pulse and cried. You were still here, still with her. Gently lifting your upper half into her lap she cradled you.

“Y/N wake up. ¡Por favor despierta!” Pepa cried and held you close. Her skin was hot to the touch and despite the years of Julieta healing people she had never seen an injury as awful as your ankle.

“Pepa?” Your voice was weak as you croaked out her name.

“Sí, I’m here.” She said and brushed your mud caked hair out of your face. Your eyes fluttered open but you couldn’t focus them.

“I’m so tired.” You said and turned your face into the warmth of her stomach.

“I know I know.” Pepa cried and fished for the arepa.

“Please eat.” she said and tried to get you to eat. You were so weak you could barely hold your mouth open and chewing was impossible. Pepa was panicking. She wouldn’t dare leave you but she needed Julieta’s help.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” You croaked out. Pepa’s heart jumped into her throat.

“I…I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry.” You added, your breathing became heavier.

“No! No, I'm sorry! This is all my fault, you have nothing to apologize for!” Pepa cried, her tears falling onto your face. Pepa was struggling to hold back her cloud and the breeze of a storm blew through them.

“Tell my mom and brothers I love them.”

“You are going to tell them that yourself.” Pepa said, her heart racing at your implication.

“I’m going to die here in your arms.” You weakly said. No longer was the sun beating down on the two of you, the sun was being blocked by large gray clouds.

“No you aren’t!” Pepa cried. She once again tried to help you eat the arepa. You attempted to chew but you just didn’t have the energy.

You were afraid to die, you didn’t want to leave yet. You clutched Pepa as tightly as your body would allow and tried to focus on her face. Even though she was crying, her image brought you peace.

“I’m glad I’m here with you.” The words were soft and you didn’t have much energy left.

Pepa held you tight, tighter than she probably should be, but she was so afraid. She prayed when Bruno and Julieta met and she didn’t show they'd follow in the direction she went.

“Gracias por enseñarme español.”

Pepa took your face in her hands and without thinking brought your lips to her. She had to let you know how she felt and words wouldn’t be enough. Your lips were cracked and dry. You tasted of dirt and mud. When she pulled back your head was limp in her hands and you were unmoving.

“No! No no no! Y/N!” Pepa screamed and the rain began to fall.

—-

When you awoke you were in a white room. You were hooked up to various machines and your leg was propped up high. You looked around and noticed your mom was filling out something on a clipboard.

“Mom?”

Your mother’s head shot up and she dropped the clipboard and flung herself at your bedside.

“Y/N! Oh thank God you are awake!” The woman cried out. She gripped your hand and smiled, forcing her tears of relief away. You had been unconscious for a week and your mother was fearful she was going to lose you.

“Where are we?”

“Mayo Clinic.” Your mother responded and brushed some hair out of your face.

“They have a Mayo Clinic in Columbia?” You asked. Your mother squeezed your hand and frowned.

“No sweetheart, we are back in the states.”

Your pulse began to race, you were back in the states. You couldn’t comprehend it.

“But…but Julieta could have healed me.” You protested.

“Sweetheart, her food couldn’t work if you couldn’t eat. When we found you you were unconscious in Pepa’s arms. I thank God everyday Julieta was able to stabilize you enough to transport you back home for proper medical care.”

You were dumbfounded.

“Are we going back?”

“Going back? No, no we aren’t. I’ve canceled my proposal and we are staying put. I won’t ever drag you out of the country again.” Your mother said and gently rubbed your cheek. She reluctantly let your hand go and stood.

“Let me go get the doctor. He’ll want to assess you now that you’re up.”

Your mother was quick to go find help, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The last thing you remembered was Pepa’s warmth. How glad you were to be with her. You gently brought your hand to your lips but shook the thought away. There was no way what you thought happened happened. You were feverish and on death's doorstep. You simply imagined the best scenario that you thought would be your final moment.

You glanced out the window at the bustling city. Tears began to fall but you didn’t care. You didn’t know if you’d ever see Pepa Madrigal again, but you would never forget the magical redhead with the beautiful smile who made your heart skip a beat.

#pepa madrigal #pepa madrigal x reader #pepa x reader #pepa x fem reader #reader insert #Encanto #Lost

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kmhnsecretexchange · 1 year

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Title: Daily Check Up

Author: @fishynurse

For: Taylen

Pairings/Characters: Komaeda Nagito/Hinata Hajime

Rating/Warnings: PG

Prompt: Hajime goes to check up on Nagito worried he might be sick

Author’s notes: i tried to combine two of the prompts, i hope you like it! i had fun with this ahhh

The bright blue sky and soft sounds of the ocean waves betrayed him on this day. A false sense of security to think that he would be able to relax for once. He shouldn’t be surprised at this point, but it was still unfair that such a beautiful day filled him with unease.

Hajime briefly wondered if it was pure coincidence or his abysmal luck as each time someone mentioned Nagito, he had to be within earshot.

Akane said Nagito seemed tired this morning while they cleaned up after breakfast.

Nekomaru commented that Nagito’s complexion looked rather pale in the afternoon, more so than usual, as they went out jogging.

Peko brought up how distracted Nagito was late evening when he couldn’t keep up with the conversation and bid them an early goodnight.

Nagito was a guy that struggled physically on a daily basis. He had poor stamina and didn’t take proper care of himself. Everyone knew this and were quick to pick up on the signs before it could turn into a serious issue. They looked out for each other that way. If no one else was concerned then it wasn’t a big deal, so there wasn’t any need to worry.

Right?

Nagito had good and bad days, it was perfectly normal for someone like him.

Right?

He always ended up thinking about Nagito more than was acceptable for the average person. It was embarrassing but he knew better than to fight it.

Right.

A quick check up wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Hajime’s attempts at brushing aside his worries were doomed to fail from the start. He should have known better the second he stood outside Nagito’s cottage in the middle of the night debating when to knock on his door.

The lights were still on so better sooner than later, with a cold breeze prompting him to hurry up.

He knocked once, the whistling of the wind in the night answered him.

He knocked twice, the sound of crickets were now almost deafening in his ears.

Before he could knock a third time the door finally clicked open with a creak and Nagito slowly peeked out.

He looked like he expected it to be Hajime in the middle of the night at his door, but at the same time he didn’t. Likewise, Hajime expected this reaction which made him wonder how normal this routine was for them.

Nagito didn’t say anything, only stepping aside for Hajime to walk in then close the door behind him. The warmth of the cottage was greatly welcomed as he didn’t think to wear a jacket over his pajamas when standing outside for over ten minutes.

Hajime turned around, briefly glancing at Nagito’s face to take note of his condition. From the dark circles around his eyes to his slightly hunched posture and fatigue. He didn’t look great but Hajime could tell he wasn’t sick. Probably just exhausted from what he believed was a lack of sleep.

Sleep was something everyone on the island struggled with from time to time, some more than others. A sigh of relief slipped past his lip, it was still upsetting to see Nagito in this state, but it could have been worse.

“Are you here to sigh and shake your head at my unsightly appearance?” Nagito spoke, despite how tired he looked and felt, his words cut through Hajime’s thoughts. “If that’s all there is to your visit, you can leave.”

Hajime spluttered trying to find his voice, he didn’t mean to stare for as long as he did. “I just stopped by to check on you, make sure you’re okay.”

“Well as you can see I’m not dead.” Nagito hummed, clearly amused when Hajime rolled his eyes in response.

“You know what I mean.”

“Hmm, not really you haven’t exactly explained anything.”

Hajime frowned, holding back an exasperated sigh. “Have you been sleeping alright this week?”

Nagito shrugged, looking somewhat bored at the question. “Does it matter?”

“Yes.” A sure and immediate response caught them both off guard. It lasted for a few seconds too long until Hajime broke the silence.

“Anyway, for my peace of mind I’ll stay the night to keep an eye on you.”

Hajime momentarily wondered how he could feel so awkward and confident at once. It wasn’t the first time he’s slept in Nagito’s cottage when sleep evaded him, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. It happened too often to keep count.

He stopped asking himself why he was so compelled to take care of him. It just felt right. Hajime wasn’t sure could put a name to this odd situation of theirs.

Was it a bond? A relationship? Whatever it was, it was unique to them, and only them.

Did he like it? He couldn’t say but he didn’t hate it, and maybe that’s all he needed to know.

Nagito looked far from pleased, and Hajime could feel his gaze on him along with a familiar tension. “It feels nice, huh?” His voice was almost thoughtful but he could hear the mocking tone underneath it.

Hajime didn’t respond and Nagito, undeterred, continued to speak.

“To help someone as pitiful as me must make you feel good about yourself, for once.”

He stood still as Nagito began to walk around him. He looked for any kind of a reaction, leaning in closely as Hajime didn’t meet his eyes.

“You should be grateful, Hajime, if I wasn’t so pathetic-” A laugh. “You wouldn’t have anyone to make you look better by comparison.”

Hajime opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it tight. He didn’t notice Nagito’s smile twisting into a bitter expression when he wouldn’t take the bait.

“You’re welcome.”

Nagito finally put a stop to his words, a minute of nothing but the rustling of the trees in the wind filling the now surprisingly frigid cottage.

“Are you done?”

Long ago he stopped playing this game.

Hajime huffed and brushed past Nagito not waiting for an answer, instead walking towards the neatly made not slept in bed. He pulled down the covers making himself comfortable and patted the side next to him.

Nagito blinked a few times, he went from looking annoyed to confused to a mixture of both as Hajime waited patiently.

He should be used to this by now like Hajime. Sooner or later this man had to accept Hajime wasn’t going anywhere. No matter how often he tried to push him away he was stuck with him. Maybe it actually made him happy, and he didn’t know how to deal with it. Happiness was a distant concept for him.

What a frustrating and complex guy for Hajime to get involved with.

Not that he would ever pick anyone else for as long as he lived.

Hajime could clearly see how Nagito struggled to put up more of a fight, to argue or make a fuss of the situation, but his exhaustion had finally caught up. He couldn’t help a chuckle as Nagito begrudgingly made his way to the bed. His stubborn attempts vanished as soon as he lay his head down on the soft pillow.

Nagito tried and failed to hold back a yawn when Hajime pulled up the covers and carefully tucked them both in. Hajime reached for the lamp on the nightstand and with a click the lights were off.

Their eyes met in the darkness, but neither spoke, their strange yet difficult to describe bond said enough, and slowly lulled them to sleep.

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shycolorstudent · 2 years

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Young Justice Dick Greyson X in danger Civilian reader

SPOILERS for Young Justice seasons 1-4. Also, this is for fun. I don't own anything from Dc. This is just some fun writing!

During this time, Dick struggled to balance his personal life with his hero's life. He’s Nightwing, and balancing university is an even bigger stressor. However, you, as their amazing partner, are very understanding. At this time, you found out Dick was Nightwing/Robin two years ago when he came to date night with a black eye, and well, he ran out of excuses. He couldn’t hide it anymore. You know how dangerous his job can be, and you want to bring up wanting him to take a break. He’s the leader of the team. However, he should step down and take a step back like Wally and Artemis. Your safety is always his biggest concern; however, his biggest fear has come to life he wasn't there to protect you. Kaldur and Artemis are still working undercover, and when they have to make a ploy to break into the hall of justice, you were at the right place wrong time.

-Buzz Buzz-

Dicks alarm rang; you rolled over and clung to his muscular arm. Dick groaned, and usually, he would get up to start his day; however, he hit snooze and turned to look at your face. “Moring.” He said with a smile as he kissed the top of your head. “Don’t remind me.” You said as Dick pulled you up on top of his bare chest. His abs were soft because he wasn’t flexing, and his skin was nice and warm. “I know I didn’t want the sun to rise ehtier.” He showered you with kisses. “So, what's your plan for today?” He asked with a smile. “School, study group, and coming home to an empty bed.” You sighed, and Dick rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry; I’ll make it up, I swear.” For the past week, he has been coming home at 3-5 in the morning, and you couldn’t sleep well for fear Bruce would come to you with bad news. “Do you want me to make it up now?” He asked as he started to look you up and down, his thoughts going to his deepest desires. “You and that dirty mind of yours.” You joked and closed your eyes

After ten minutes of debating, you two should sleep a little or get started with your day. Dick decided to make breakfast. As you prepped the coffee pot, you were slow and deliberate with your movements. Dick flipped the pancakes, and through his peripherals, he noticed, “what’s on your mind?” you froze and stared to read you the way you held the cup meant you were nervous about something. “I can’t hide anything from you.” You liked that he could read you; it made communication easy. “I want to talk.” Dick raised his eyebrow as he poured more batter into the pan “about?” he questioned, “after Kaduar and Artemis's mission… could you step down as leader for at least a semester? I envy Wally’s and Artemis's relationship and don’t ever fake anyone’s death again. It’s starting to weigh on me. I’m tired of lying to Conner, Megan, and Artemis's mother. Plus, Kadar is my closest friend. It hurts hearing people hate him.” You wrapped your arms around yourself as a hug, and Dick turned off the stove and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a warm hug. “I promise I will never fake something like this. But about me stepping down, we have to save that topic for another time. Right now, I’m not ready.” He lifted your chin to meet your eyes. “When can we talk about it?” You asked with a bit of sass. “I don’t know… how about after the Kadar and Artemis mission?” He proposed “the team still needs me, and I can’t leave things half asked.” You nodded your head in response. “I understand it was selfish of me.” Dick kissed the tip of your nose and smiled “it’s not selfish. What your feeling is valid. I would be offended in you didn’t care.”

With that, you were a bit calm. Dick and you ate a warm breakfast and then prepared for the day. Dick wore casual clothes, but under his hero suit, the boom tube was a three-mile walk. So he had to wear something simple as you finished getting dressed; he laid his hands on your hips and pulled you in, giving you a tight hug “Dick?” you questioned. “Sorry, I just wanted to keep you close.

Classes were surprisingly laid back. It could be because midterms were coming up. You sent a text to Dick telling him how classes went, yet again, not a text back. It wouldn’t be till hours later.

Sent at (3:30)

Barbra- “Hey, sorry that this is late. I can’t make it to the study group… some here stuff came up. I’ll make it, I swear!” (Y/n read 3:31)

Y/n- “No sweat, I get it! Be safe. We can reschedule some other time!” (Barbra read 3:31)

It’s always something with heroes. You got it; however, some of you wished they weren’t heroes and ordinary people. As you moped about not seeing Barbra today, another text was sent.

Sent at (3:33)

Tim- “Dicks is mad. It seems like the mission is going overtime. He sent Beast Boy, Blue, and me back to base. He’s dreading letting you know.” (Y/N read at 3:33)

Y/n- “Thanks for letting me know, Tim. Be safe. Hopefully, I can stop by and drag you guys for dinner. You guys must be starving.” (Tim read at 3:34)

Tim-” This is BB and Blue! Please, some were hungry! Please come quick we can see the light. Were about to starve, and only you can tame the anger of Dick Greyson!!.” (Y/n read at 3:35)

You laughed at your phone and started to joke back. “What so funny?” A familiar voice caught your attention. “Conner!” you said with a smile, and Conner smiled back. You showed him the texts, and he chuckled. “I remember when Dick was mad, we would always call you to come over because Dick tried to put on a calm and put-together act. Somethings never change… well, a lot has changed.” He clenched his fist. You reached over and touched his fist to calm him. “I know that out of the four of us; you were close to Kaduar and Artemis. I never asked how you were doing Artemis was like your sister, and now she's gone, and Kaduar he. I just can’t imagine how it impacted you. You know what toll it’s taken on the rest of us. You have probably been taken care of, Dick. Ok, now I’m ranting, but how about we get some coffee from the hall? I have special access.” It killed you to keep up with this act, but it was for the greater good. “I’d like that, Conner.” You and Conner had come a long way before he kept his distance, scared that you would be the only person in the group that hated him, and now he’s one of your greatest friends.

-Dicks POV-

3:34

Y/n is going to kill me; I need somthing grand to make this up to her. The boys were laughing and running around with Tims's phone. “What so funny?” I asked them as I tried to distract myself from the mission. It was a smile to get some info, but it quickly went sideways. “Y/n is coming!” Beast boy said happily. Shit, this was bad Kaduar is coming to make a hostage situation, and there will be a camera so they can’t see her; otherwise, they will be in danger. “Shit!” I thundered, “Oooo BB, you're in hot water!” Blue said as Tim looked worried. “Are you two in a fight?” He questioned with fear in his voice. “No, we're not. I just… they want me to step down for a semester,” I respond without giving away why I don’t want her here. “Oh, have you talked to Bruce about it? He would want to know.” *Boom!* Ah, perfect, it’s Barbra who looks tired from the boom tube. I could just tell her to meet up with her for a bit.

*Crash!* Kaduar is very early. This is not ok Y/n could come here at any minute. Wait a second, and They are in the hall I check my tracker on them. Ok, now it’s time to act my ass off. “Tim!” Barbara yelled as she pulled him to where Beast boy and Blue were at. “Kadar, what are you doing here!” I yelled as his goons blocked the boom tube. Artemis was nowhere to be found. “I’m going to make this friendly and easy, alright. Give me the access code to the hall. Or my partner Tigress will make a mess of things.” Kaduar said with a stern face. Barbra gasped, and I knew precisely why Y/n was in the hall. Oh, fuck me. I had to tell him that Y/n was there.

One of his Goons brought a Tv where it was broadcasting live Tigress in the hall. That glamour charm was working amazingly. The hall wasn’t destroyed yet, but hostages were there, and no Y/n. With each minute, Tigress would threaten a person and destroy something. “Dick, you have to do somthing. We can’t call their bluff.” Barbra said, “Y/n might still be there.” She was right, and I would have to give up the act of “fine it’s.” I gave him the code. “Thank you for the compliance Nightwing,” Kaduar said. To everyone's horror, when the doors opened and Tigress walked down the hall and opened another door, there were Y/n and Conner sipping coffee. “Y/n, stay back!” Conner cried out to her, using his body as a shield. Kaduar looked at me, fearing for the worst. “Nightwing!” Tim yelled, scared for Y/n. “How can you do that to your friend!” BB yelled, “They still say nice things about you even after you killed Artemis!” Blue chimed in the heat of rage. Kaduar grabbed me and threw me into another room “Nightwing!!” The three of them cried out. “Please tell me that Y/n and Conner aren’t there, and that was just a figment my-” I interrupted him and tried to contact Wally to save Y/n. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had listened to me and had done my idea.” Kaduar shook his head. “I don’t want to blow this place up. This was once our home. I-I can’t, Dick.” He sighed. “You have to next time. Stealing something from the Hall of Justice won’t send a clear message; blowing up Mount Justice will.” Kaduar nodded his head and then began to open the door. “Wait… hit me. You gotta make it look like you fought me.”

Once he gave me a good hit, he dragged me out, and to our horror, Conner was on the ground, and Tigress was unconscious, being carried away by one of her goons Y/n had some cuts on their cheek and was on the floor. My blood-boiled Kaduar was frozen in fear. Barbra was fighting back the tears. The boys were in awe, seeing how many hits the Superboy could take. Then one of the Goons hit a-pillars, and the walls started to crumble off and on Y/n. “No!” I yelled so hard that my voice cracked as they flinched and yelled, “Dick, help!” then the live cut off, and I started to run to one of the Boom tubes but was stopped by Kaduar goons. “Stop. We must leave and check on the others. We will have another chance,” Kaduar said as he walked back to his ship. “Sir, should we report this, Y/n? They seem too close to the enemy, and it has affected you and this Dick person who knows he might-” Kaduar turned around and snapped at the man. “There will be no such thing as we drop this right now and never speak of them again. They are dead to me!” It killed him to say that I could tell.

-Y/n POV-

Here I was on the ground feeling guilty seeing my two friends fight. Conner was focusing on trying to shield me. I felt terrible, but what could I do? There's no back door or windows that I escape from. I could see an idea forming in Tigress's eyes as she lunged to grab me. Possibly, she could use me to run, but in truth, to let me escape. However, Conner pulled her away, and in the event, she scratched me across my face and arm. I’m not used to this pain like they are, so when I cried in pain and fell to my knees, Conner snapped and knocked out Tigress, but in trade, she hit him with something so substantial it made him weak and fell to the ground. One of the goons looked around in fear, “fall back!” but before they left, the goon blasted a pillar, and a wall was coming down, and all I could do was say, “Dick, help!”

A gust of wind went by; somehow, I was outside with Conner and in the hands of Wall West AKA, KidFlash. “Wally!” I said, being ever so grateful. He looked panicked, as if he saw a ghost. He gently put me down and said, “I actually made it!” Camera crews started to show up, and Wally took Conner and me to a base where we could get patched up. *Boom!* A Boom tube opened, and Dick ran to me and embraced me. “Dick, I was so scared!” His muscular arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe. “I was too. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, my darling.” He kissed the top of my head and looked at my cuts “it seems like it won’t scar, but the one on your arms might.” Dick said, guilty as he looked at me. “Can we go home?” I asked him, “Yes, and I promise I won’t leave your side.”

Thanks for reading!! Let me know if you want more of this plotline! And if you want to request prompts for Dick x Civilian reader, I'll do my best to make it happen!

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hdsc-ace · 8 months

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Acosmist - Moonknight

XIII. Deals.

Masterlist Part 12 Rest of my work. Warnings: None.

Lucilla makes her decision.

Usually Lucilla was good at making the right decision when it came to the Egyptian Gods. However ever since Marc came back into her life alongside the introduction of Arthur Harrow, it's not been as easy.

So, if Lucilla Spector told you that she legitimately debated on the matter, then you'd have to believe it. Because she genuinely did.

"Do not go to Harrow, Lucilla." Ptah explained as he watched Lucilla pace around the living room once Arthur had left.

"Because you've been as honest as he has," she stated sarcastically. "It took you so many years just to tell me you were with Ant. It took him a day."

"There was a reason I never told you any of this. Antony specifically ordered it."

"Oh to hell with what Ant told you Ptah. He's not here anymore so don't pretend to care." Lucilla snapped. She was sick and tired of hearing about bloody Antony from Ptah. It was all they were talking about now. "You wanted to go to Cairo, Harrow is how we get there." She reasoned, making her way back into her room.

"There are other ways."

"None that I can afford," Lucilla muttered. Flights from London to Cairo were over £100 and she was struggling to pay her rent as it is. A trip to Cairo would only scupper her only living arrangement. She turned to her wardrobe and pulled out a large rucksack. There was pause as Lucilla recognised the bag. It was the bag that was returned to Lucilla with Ant's items from his last trip. Over the past few years his things were emptied and moved to different places around the apartment but a couple items of his remained in the bag. A dark green cap and a small dagger lied at the bottom.

Lucilla recognised the dagger almost instantly. It was the one Ant gave to her the day before he left. She had wondered where it had gotten to. Must've gotten mixed up with Ant's stuff a few years ago during her move from the house.

It was surprising. If someone had told Lucilla a couple of years ago that she was going to loose the two closest people to her from Marc's actions, she simply laughed it off. She would laugh mainly because she had close to none contact with Marc back then and a good relationship with an easy life forming. Everything was going great for the girl a few years ago. However, in the end, life is a single circle with a few twists. The same actions and consequences have so return every so often to haunt you.

"Please don't kill me," Lucilla whispered under her breath as she made her decision. She wanted answers to every single question she had about the people around her, and at the moment the only clear way of getting them was through Arthur Harrow. It wasn't what Ptah or Ant could've wished for but Lucilla wanted to know what happened and why she's now involved.

To who she was requesting to avoid killing her was unclear, even for herself. But Lucilla dug her hand into the bag and pulled out the hat. The scuff marks where exactly how she remembered them. A small smile came to her face as she remembered the Ant's face when Lucilla used to throw the hat at the man before leaving the house.

The cap was quickly placed onto Lucilla's head and the knife was carefully slid into her pocket. The woman took a deep breath before filling the bag up with clothes. There wasn't much that Lucilla put into the bag however it was only the essentials. It was enough to last a week minimum.

Ptah remained silent while Lucilla got ready to leave the flat. There wasn't much for him to stop Lucilla, once her mind was set to something there was nothing to do to stop her. Besides, she would still be completing what Ptah required either way. He even remained silent as the girl left her apartment and headed towards the place Mr Harrow said he'd be.

And be there he was. He was stood directly in the middle of the square, leaning on his cane just watching the direction Lucilla walked from. He wasn't difficult to spot as he didn't wear anything similar to average Londoners. He wasn't surprised by Lucilla's decision.

"Ms Spector," Arthur greeted loudly as the girl entered hearing distance. "Glad, you accepted my offer."

"Ditto," Lucilla forced a smile as she greeted the man. "I help you, you answer my questions, right?" She questioned, adjusting her sleeves as she reached the man.

"I believe that was what I implied," Harrow nodded. "Cairo isn't going to be an simple task, so I hope that suits you as a payment. We don't have much else to repay you with."

"It works," Lucilla nodded ever so slightly at the man.

"Perfect," Harrow smiled as he shifted. His eyes moved across numerous groups of people around them before looking back at Lucilla again. "How about we head somewhere more appropriate? You can leave your stuff there whilst we discuss?"

Lucilla nodded again, moving forwards as Harrow gestured for her to continue walking. He moved to lead the way towards a group of buildings. They weren't like the rest of the houses occupying the streets of London. Well, structurally they were exact copies however they felt and present as something else. It was hard for Lucilla to pinpoint the exact vibe it gave the girl.

"There are quite a few of us housed here so I do apologise about the faces," Harrow apologised as groups of people stopped whatever they were doing to acknowledge Lucilla's presence in their community. There was everything from young children holding their toys tightly to elderly struggling to walk down the steps from their home. They all stood to watch as if they were one person. "We don't get many visitors like you."

"Like Me?" Lucilla questioned cautiously. Her eyes looked over almost every single person there before Harrow let them into the building. However, once Harrow opened the door to a large dining area that could fit a whole town, Lucilla halted. Ptah stood directly in the middle of the dimly lit room with his arms crossed.

"A friend of us," Harrow explained, catching the girl's odd stare in the blank room. "He's there, isn't he?" He asked the question as if he could see exactly what Lucilla could.

She drew in a short breath before shaking her head. "No," was all she muttered before walking into the large hall. Arthur only nodded, knowing that Ptah was with the girl no matter what and they weren't alone in the hall. It was only the three of them.

There was furniture scattered throughout the room. Sofas sat by a large tarp showing a documentary with table and chairs everywhere else. A few storage filled with food units was placed in between the two areas.

"We are a neighbour hood that tries to help each other whenever we can," Harrow explained the neighbourhood to the girl. "We share and teach others our knowledge, grow our own food that's open to everyone." He began to gesture to the shelves beside Lucilla. "We've really improved this place over the past few years. It used to have the highest crime rate but now we don't bother to lock the doors."

"That's impressive," Lucilla replied. Feeling so safe that you didn't feel the need to lock your home's doors was a big trust in your community. The current society couldn't even do that but Harrow managed it far better than anyone could imagine. "Not many can achieve that."

"Everyone knows each other well enough to do so," he reasoned as he lead Lucilla towards the tables. "Are you hungry? The food's free here."

"I'm fine, thanks." Lucilla denied the offer as Harrow sat down at a table. She quickly followed his actions as sat across from the man, letting her bag fall beside her.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," Harrow assumed, receiving a nod from the girl. "I'm afraid I can't answer all of it right now. If I did well, we wouldn't have an agreement here."

"What can you tell me now?" Lucilla questioned. She didn't care when she got the answers she wanted, she just wanted them.

"Your Fiancé was a good man," Harrow explained whilst answering the Girl's question. "He served us well throughout the time we knew him. It was a pleasure to know him before his death. I'm sure you had just as well of time?"

"He was," Lucilla agreed with a small smile. "How did he get into all of this?" She gestured to the building.

It was weird how Ant got into something like this. It was... weird. The community Harrow built wasn't normal. It was as if they were all one person.. sharing one mind.

A laugh exited Harrow's mouth as he smiled at Lucilla's questions. "Antony assisted a few of our residents over seas. He kept in contact with them afterwards for quite a while."

"And Ptah?"

"I'm not sure about that part." Harrow paused to think for a minute, "I'd assume it was if he stumbled across Ptah's tomb in a moment of need but I can't be sure. He never spoke about it nor anything about the god's deeply." He watched Lucilla's eyes fall behind him to where Ptah stood. "Have you tried asking them?"

"No," Lucilla stated, forcing her eyes back onto Harrow. "We haven't spoken much recently." "How come?" Talking to a God about anything was difficult, Harrow knew that with experience with Khonshu, but with Ptah it was even harder. Lucilla learned that from experience. Ptah never gave out information unless it was important.

"He was the one to tell me Ant was apart of this to begin with," She explained quietly. The last thing Lucilla needed was to spill stuff to the man who attack her and Steven last night. However, she had no choice.

"And the deal they made?"

"That i'd take over the role as protection once Ant was one." Arthur only hummed at their words as if he knew the God's deals well. "What?" Lucilla questioned.

"Never knew a God to make a deal that protects anyone but their avatar."

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