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#I wasn't expecting to be but here I am with my heart three sizes too big
riniworld · 2 months
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happy ever after
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yandere!emperor oc x general! f!reader
summary//what happened after tarron captured you?
warning//obsession,yandere behavior,forced marriage,mention of killing/war.
reference:you,she/her,flower(pet name),general
a/n:trying to end these so I'll start writing randomly for them ಥ‿ಥ
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you lost count of the days by now.
you've been in this prison for a good long time.
the smell of your blood from the last battle you were in filled the place, All your limbs are numb, You reserve the last strength you have for any emergency that might happen.
taron has been visiting you everyday,telling you that you'll get out once you accept to be his.
taron didn't want to see you like that,it's not easy on him he swear it's not, but you're too stubborn and he need to make you learn how to obey him.
you don't know if he's even serious,why bother marrying an enemy general who will ruin his image instead of marrying any other girl from a ruling family?
but you've already decide that you won't gave up to him, If your life is in exchange for no one from your household calling you a "traitor", so be it.
you were convinced until...
"you won't dare" you say gritting your teeth as you hold taron from his collar as strong as you can.
"believe me darling i can" he placed his hand on yours. "it's your choice, saving your empire or becoming my wife?"
You swear, if the prison bars weren't separating you, you would have smeared blood on his face.
"stop looking at me with those eyes flower,you're unresistable"
you cringed at how he looked at you and pushed him back but he didn't move an inch,you was in a miserable state.
"how can i trust that you will keep your word?"
"if i don't,kill me"
you don't know if you should be surprised, you've got used to his crazy thoughts by now.
all the people you love where on the line now,does it worth to lose them all just for your name?
"fine."
"that's my flower" he said as quickly, like he was expecting you to agree.
taron has left and after some minutes, a guard opened the door of the prison for you to get out.
once you're out you see three maids waiting for you, they give you clothes and took you to the bathroom to take a bath.
once you're done they patched your injuries and lead you to a room.
it wasn't that luxury or big, it was a medium sized room with a normal furniture...well too normal for an emperor at least.
the maid left you alone to take some rest.
you lay on the bed looking at the roof, reviewing all your life and decisions,how you got here,Why do things got like this? and most importantly will you ever escape?
"My wife." Taron said, as he smiled with joy.
"I am now a happily married man, and I do not plan on letting anyone take you from me." He said, looking at you.
"no one will never have you. Not in a thousand lifetimes could anyone ever touch the beauty of your heart."
"You are my wife."
"My beloved wife."
"We were meant to be." Taron said, as he placed the wedding ring on your finger.
"I don't want anything more, than for you to be my one and only wife."
"You will love me, y/n. I know you will."
He paused...with a smile.
"Even if you look at me with such hatred now" Taron said, with a slight laugh
His marriage had finally been accomplished.
"May our empire and love of each other live forever. May we be able to overcome any obstacle that stands in our way."
I'm always satisfied with how i write taron
have a good day/night♡
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morfiveuscxo · 6 months
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SHIRT, satoru gojo
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Satoru Gojo x fem!!reader Summary: After returning from a long mission Gojo finds that one of his good shirts had gone missing from his cupboard- since only one other person had a key to his room he already knew the culprit. tw!! flirting, FLUFF, cringe dialogue? angst if you squint, Gojo might seem ooc (I'm trying I promise). notes: I am obsessed with this man.
y/n glanced up from her book when a knock sounded on her dorm room door. She wasn't expecting any visitors today so her eyebrows pulled together.
Bookmarking her page, she sits the book to the side and stands up from her bed to walk over and pull open her door. Her dark brown eyes lock onto the familiar figure of Satoru Gojo.
Her heart clenched at the sight of him. She hadn't seen the sorcerer since he left a month ago for a mission.
"Hey I just got back but I can't find my-"He suddenly pauses, an amused smile appearing on his face when he notices what she's wearing. --"Is that my shirt?"
Her eyes widened and she glanced down at the oversized black shirt she wore, acting like a deer caught in headlights. Pursing her lips, she slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze.
"Uh...no?" She lied, flashing him a non-convincing toothy grin. Satoru only tilted his head to the side, his arms folded. --"Really? so whose shirt is that?"He hums, pointing a long finger to the shirt that hung on her shoulders.
Swallowing, her lips form into a pout as she glances down at the shirt again for a millisecond. --"Mine."She squeaks out without missing a beat.
Now Satoru really did look amused. Lifting a hand to tap a finger against his chin, his blindfolded gaze made her almost shrink back. --"You wear shirts three sizes too big for you?"He muses dramatically.
y/n was certain that her face was the reddest it had ever been but she attempted to not have the nerves affect her behaviour. --"Yeah."She responds in an almost shaky voice.
Attempt failed.
Satoru only chuckles and takes a step forward, inviting himself into her room which in turn prompts y/n to take a nervous step back. His hand replaces hers on the door so he can shut it behind him.
"Alright enough of the cat and mouse game- why are you wearing my shirt?"He questions, hoping her answer would somehow stroke his already inflated ego.
y/n only frowns and glances down anxiously, folding her arms over her chest. --"You left it here last time you stayed over to watch a movie with me..."Is her quiet response.
"That doesn't explain why you're wearing it, sweetheart."He muses again, his voice slow and teasing. A frustrated sigh leaves her lips and she lifts a hand to rake through her dark hair nervously.
"Y-You were away a while..."She trails off, pausing to calm her racing heart down. --"And I missed you so..." She shrugs her shoulders pathetically, gesturing to the shirt she was wearing.
Satoru hums and strokes his chin with his index finger and thumb, pleased with her answer. He almost wanted to tease her but couldn't fight the soft smile that was appearing on his features.
"Aw-"He scoffs softly and advances towards her- his arms outstretched. --"I missed you too, sugar."He tells her in a tone that said 'I'm going to tease you about this for the rest of your life but I seriously did miss you' whilst engulfing her in a tight hug.
y/n was embarrassed but that didn't stop her from lifting her hands to grip his back tightly, worried that if she didn't squeeze hard enough he would just disappear. Satoru rested his cheek against the top of her head, arms over her shoulders and down her back.
"So...what exactly did you miss about me?"He asks in a firm teasing voice. y/n groans against his chest and shakes her head, instantly moving away from his grasp.
But Satoru wasn't going to let her go that easily- he kept a tight grip on her wrist as she shook her head, fighting the urge to crack a smile. He smirked confidently as he tugged her back towards him by her wrist.
"I hate you."She spoke- though the smile on her face was a dead giveaway that she was lying. Satoru only grinned, his hands moving from her to wrist to lace their fingers together affectionately.
"You hate me yet you missed me?"He teases, voice slow and filled with affection. Her tongue pokes against the side of her cheek, still trying desperately to hide her smile and flushed cheeks.
"You're so annoying."She mumbles with a scoffed laugh only making Satoru's smirk widen. He chuckles and lifts a hand to pinch the hem of the shirt she was wearing teasingly.
"So..."He pauses for dramatic flare. --"Is my shirt comfy?"He asks, a sudden flirting tone to his voice. y/n purses her lips and glances down to the shirt with a nod.
"I dunno...maybe you have a comfier shirt I could steal?"She hints, her tone also incredibly flirty. He chuckles and pulls her closer to him by their joined hands.
There was a certain sentiment on his features as he tugged her closer to him until their chests were practically touching, their hands fitted together between their close bodies. Lifting his other free hand, he rests it against her cheek, smiling down softly at her.
"I really did miss you."He spoke, a lopsided smile on his face. Her cheeks go red as she leans into his touch, her thumb pad stroking against the top of his hand unknowingly.
Satoru and y/n had known each other for a little over 2 years now and for as long as anyone could remember they were tiptoeing around each other in regards to 'feelings'. They were almost opposites attract in a way- she is reserved and doesn't like to speak to more than maybe 2 people a day- whilst he is open and loves hanging out with his students at any given chance.
It hadn't taken either of them long to develop feelings for one another but they never discussed those feelings. They danced around the subject and never addressed them- no matter how many times their friends would point it out.
y/n had noticed her feelings long before Satoru had. She was the girl that fell in love easy so she knew exactly what it felt like to yearn for someone. It only became more noticeable to her when Satoru would disappear for a month to go on missions and each and every time she would cuddle her pillow as though she was in mourning.
Safe to say she noticed her love for the sorcerer incredibly quickly.
Satoru on the other hand, hadn't noticed until a couple of months after y/n had. He noticed that whenever he would leave to go on a mission he would find some way to pick her up a souvenir and bring it back to her. Usually, that wasn't a dead giveaway for feelings to him but it happened frequently to the point that even if the thing he was buying her cost him all of the money he brought with him- he'd still get it for her.
They are both aware of their feelings. They just chose to ignore them out of fear and nervousness.
Satoru pulls her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her shoulders as he embraces her tighter than before. y/n accepted the hug without a second though, her arms locking around his waist and squeezing.
A soft sigh leaves his lips as their bodies pressed flush together. For once in his life, he seemed to hesitate before speaking. --"y/n?"he mumbled against her head of hair.
She hums in response, her cheek pressed against his chest. Again, he hesitates for a moment. --"Why are we fighting this?"He asks her bluntly. Her eyebrows pull together, her head lifting upwards to look at him, her chin on his chest.
She didn't have to ask what he meant by that. The intimate setting and position they were in was a no-brainer to her. Swallowing, she shrugs her shoulders.
"I'm scared..."She responds. The room was quiet enough now that Satoru could hear the ragged breath she took. He frowns.
"Of what?"He murmurs to her though he already knew her answer. She still hadn't moved from his grip. --"That you'll break my heart."Is her whispered answer.
A long silence passes through them as he lifts both of his hands to cup her face. --"I would never break your heart."He mumbles, the pads of his thumbs stroking up and down her cheekbones.
She shivers under his touch, brown eyes wide with affection as she stares up at him. --"You promise?"She whispered, tilting her head to the side a little.
A soft smile appears on his face as he finally leans down, pausing for a second as their faces are an inch apart. The pupils in her eyes dilated as she stared at were his eyes would be if they weren't covered by his blindfold.
And after a nearly unnoticeable nod by her, their lips meet in a soft touch. Her brown eyes fluttered shut as his grip on her cheeks tightened a little so he could pull her face closer to his as his mouth moved almost bruisingly against hers.
The kiss was over quicker than it had begun. Satoru had been the first one to pull back, his forehead resting against hers as she purses her lips and shuts her eyes nervously.
"I promise."
A soft smile appeared on her face, her heart fluttering as she opened her eyes again to stare up at him- pupils completely dilated by this point. --"Maybe I should steal your shirts more often..."She trails off with an awkward chuckle.
A soft laugh bursts from his lips as he nods, his hands sliding to play with the hem of the shirt she had stolen from him. --"You look good in them."He tells her, a small smirk on his voice.
A soft look appears on her face as she suddenly rises onto her topes, arms going around his neck as she hugs him the tightest she'd ever hugged him before.
"Please don't ever leave for that long again..."She mumbled into his shoulder as his arms go around her waist, a soft smile on his face.
"I'll try."
notes: so, this was my first try at writing for Gojo so I'm sorry if he appears out of character- I tried really hard :((
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flowering-thought · 1 year
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hi hi hi another kawahara sibling simp here but also this is a general request for all your ocs and the hidden one! how would they react when they saw their darling wearing their clothes for the first time?
Oooo big brain and the perfect lovely situation <33
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Daisuke doesn't expect it. His clothes are usually form-fitting but his hoodies aren't.
And when he comes home after kicking out a rough customer all he wanted to do was crash. But there you were, buzzing around in the kitchen in one of his hoodies, humming some tune as you prepared what looked to be something for him to eat.
The bar ran late usually and yet you still tried to make him something if you were up when he got home. And what he noticed was the cute way the arms of the hoodie were a bit too long along with the way it dropped down barely stopping above your thighs.
He couldn't help but hug you from behind and rest his head between your neck. It's like all the stress leaves him and he can feel alive just from your presence.
"You look adorable darling.."
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Rowan has all sorts of clothes. Usually, loose clothing he can easily put on and occasional nicer clothes for events or when he just wants to dress up and take you out somewhere nice.
So when he remembers that he left one of his long-sleeved shirts and sweatpants that's a lot looser than normal due to him usually sleeping in it during winter he wasn't expecting to see the sleeves reach past your hands and a pair of sweatpants hanging off your waist.
He blushed so hard you could see it reach down his neck and onto his back. You didn't notice him yet in your house and you were just standing near your bookshelf organizing some new books you ordered. He came up right behind you and grabbed you by the waist, a starting to suck on your shoulder that was exposed to his sight.
"Oh pumpkin you're so cute I just have to eat you right up!"
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As for Irene? She has mostly form fitting clothes and not many of them anyone could fit into due to nobles always ordering things specific to their exact measurements. But nightgowns and blouses are the only things that are loose and flowing.
So after she's finished her seemingly endless paperwork all she wants to do is go find you and head to bed. She asks one of the maids and finds that you've already went to bed as you were extra tired.
She usually ordered your nightgowns to be different from hers. She enjoyed seeing the way your curves look in a more fitted and decorated nightgown with lace. So she entered your shared bedroom and finds you draped over the bed in one of her long blouses which she usually tucks into her pants.
The sight of you nearly made her heart stop before she sat on the edge of the bed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
"What am I to do when you tempt me like this hm?"
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Mila has an odd assortment of clothing. Some are three times her size and some are perfect. And then there's an occasional item of clothing she bought just cause it called to her and it wouldn't even fit her shoulders cause the hole for the head and neck is so big her petite body just lets it slip right off.
So what is she supposed to do when you both get caught in a storm and she brings you to her place only for the absolute best opportunity in front of her. She silently looks at you before handing you a bag with clothes to change into and then leaves her bedroom to go make some tea.
And when you step out in an old comfort shirt of hers and a cute pair of fluffy shorts she bought a long time ago she nearly squeals before tackling you-
"I can't believe you're so cute! Ah you should just wear everything in my closet at least once!"
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Takeo meanwhile has all sorts of clothes. The man has a huge closet and it's filled with all sorts of fashionable clothes and things he's thrifted all sorted out in his closet.
And poor Takeo after a long session and an aching hand comes home to an amazing scent of food. He's so happy he can't help but smile as he heads to the kitchen.
And there you are, wandering around in one of the band shirts he thrifted hanging off your shoulders a bit and reaching down your thighs. Hands plating up some food before he twirls you to face him and gives you a kiss on the forehead.
"If you greet me like this more often you might have to move in-"
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Makoto has all sorts of clothes. He has quite a bit of suits but he's also made some things as well by knitting or crocheting. But his favorite clothes are these big soft shirts that look a little fuzzy but they even hang off of him a bit-
And he had already invited you to his place, wanting a recharge of your adorable face after he had a difficult client. When he got home he found you there in one of his big fuzzy long sleeved shirts and he felt himself melt.
He couldn't help but smile when you greeted him and all he did was pick you up and plop on the couch, keeping you on his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
"You're far too cute, can't you just be mine all the time?"
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Dante is well... not very fashionable. He has no taste for clothes and has someone pick out clothes for him as he doesn't really care. If he wanted to he'd probably just wear some weird shirt with a weird saying on it and call it a day. Only rarely when he comes across something warm and soft does he actually buy something himself.
And sometimes he leaves clothes at your place by accident as it completely slips his mind. So he's on the way to your tiny apartment and knocks on the door, you open it up in one of the soft and big sweaters he had left at your place and found that you were also wearing a pair of his boxers-
He found himself dumbfounded as you blushed and tried to say something along the lines of "Well I washed it and it was so soft and the boxers are big and stretchy! And you leave so many things here I couldn't help it-" and continue rambling before he smiles and let's out a big laugh, his cheeks turning red as he leaves a kiss on your cheek.
"Don't worry baby, keep em. They look a lot better on you than they ever did on me."
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❛ you can come over any time. it’s not a problem. ❜ for Barry and Cisco?
Cisco and Kamilla had bought a house.
Actually bought it. They had gone to a bank and got a mortgage and given the estate agent their deposit or maybe given the bank the deposit and the bank had given the estate agent money and the estate agent had given them keys and paperwork and now they owned a house.
(Barry was probably going to have to find out how mortgages work at some point. He loved the loft, but they already knew Nora and Bart would be born eventually, they would need more space with two little speedsters learning to run.)
But Cisco and Kamilla owned a house now. The two of them. It wasn't a very big house, it was a modest three bedroom, one of which would be used as an office for now, it had a back yard a little smaller than Joe's but a good enough size Cisco was plotting out where he was going to put raised beds already, and a nice kitchen, and it was a nice house. Cisco liked his job and Kamilla was doing well and everything was going well for them and they had bought a house and Barry was trying so hard to be happy for them.
He was happy for them. He was. Cisco was his best friend, of course he was happy Cisco was happy. That was why he'd offered to come over and help them move after all, so Cisco could show off his new house and Barry could see how happy he was and tell Cisco how happy he was Cisco was happy and things were going so well.
But Cisco had bought a whole house with Kamilla and it wasn't in Central City.
And maybe Barry had held onto this secret little feeling he would never admit to Cisco that all while they were renting an apartment the move was still temporary and they would come back, but buying felt so much more final. Like it was official now, that Cisco's life was here now, not back home with Barry.
And Barry really was happy for him. Cisco was the smartest person Barry knew, he deserved to be able to take every opportunity, he deserved every chance, Cisco could do so much good and staying at S.T.A.R. Labs talking Barry through things he'd done a hundred times before and could do with his eyes shut was a waste of Cisco's talent and it was too selfish of him to ask Cisco to do that, Cisco could do so much more, Barry wanted Cisco to do so much more. Barry wanted Cisco to have the best life he could, to have every chance he wanted, he wanted Cisco to be happy, he did.
But once, this had been just him and Cisco, the eyes and ears and the feet. Cisco was the first person who had believed in Barry, Cisco was the one who made him the Flash suit, Barry wouldn't be the Flash without Cisco Ramon.
And he did love his friends. Chester, Allegra, Frost, everyone, he loved them.
But every time he put those ear pieces in he still expected the voice coming through to be Cisco's.
"I miss you too, you know."
Barry jumped as Cisco appeared in the doorway.
"I was just..." Barry waved the frame he was holding wildly. "I was just unpacking this box for you."
"Barry," Cisco said. "You're my BFF. I know you. And I miss you too."
"Yeah."
Barry put the frame down, the photo of Cisco with Barry outside Earth-2 S.T.A.R. Labs. Barry wasn't sure how it had survived the Crisis, but he was glad they still had some things to remember their lost friends by.
"I really am happy for you," Barry said, ignoring the tears he could feel pricking at his eyes. "I love you, Cisco. You're my best friend."
"Come here, you big idiot," Cisco said, swooping Barry up into one of his big hugs Barry had missed so much.
Barry buried his face in Cisco's shoulder.
"I'm not going to find another best friend just because I moved," Cisco said. "And you better not be looking for one either. As if anyone could ever replace me. I might not be part of Team Flash any more, but I will always be there for you."
"You'll always be part of Team Flash," Barry said. "That big heart of yours is the reason there is one."
"Well, now you're going to make me cry too," Cisco said, sniffing a little. "I love you too, you big goofus. You ever call, I'll be there in a heartbeat, you know that, right?"
"Me too," Barry said. "Anything you need, ever, I'll race over before you've even had time to hang up."
"What if I need someone to reach something off a high shelf for me?"
Barry took hold of Cisco's shoulders.
"Anything," he said. "Anything at all."
"What if I need someone to hold my hand on a rollercoaster?" Cisco asked.
"Anything except that," Barry said. "I'm glad you're happy, Cisco."
"I'm glad you're happy," Cisco said. "Even if it's still weird not getting to see you every day. I got you a key though. Kamilla and I talked. You can come over any time, it's not a problem. I mean, a little heads up would be appreciated, but just run over whenever you want. It'll only take you, what, a minute?"
"Please, it wouldn't even take a full second," Barry said. "You know that goes for you too, right? Any time you want to visit home, you can stay with Iris and me. I promise I'll be better company than that time I crashed on your couch."
"I'm going to take you up on that so many times," Cisco said. "You changed my life, Barry Allen. I will always be grateful for that."
"You changed mine," Barry said. "And I will always be so glad to have you as my friend. The universe wants us to be bros, right?"
"Maybe," Cisco said. "It doesn't matter. I want us to be bros. No matter the timeline changes, I'll find you every time. You're not getting rid of me that easily."
"Good."
[Platonic Prompts]
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aneenasevla · 2 years
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Devil's Food - Chapter 1
MasterList /Ayami’s Profile/ Prologue
Chapter 1 - No Choice
Ayami Yamagami never thought that one day this could happen.
Well, she wasn't exactly tied up, or gagged, and that red-haired gentleman next to her, talked like she was some sort of guest, trying to appease her of anything, but still, it all felt too much like a kidnapping of sorts. She had just left the building where she was interning, at a law firm, when the mention of her father by this man, with a request, no, a subpoena, so that she could get in the car, made her cooperate.
“My dad? What happened to him?” She widened her eyes, suddenly alarmed.
“Don't worry miss, he's fine” said the redhead, with a soft voice “he just needs your presence urgently. You will have to accompany us.”
She didn't have much of a choice, though. At least he'd given correct information about her father, and they were also making the correct way to her house.
During the entire trip, the men never removed their sunglasses from their face, and from their physical size they looked like a sort of plainclothes bodyguard, in sweatpants. And the car was a limousine, so they had sat across from her. This… wasn't really news to Ayami. Her father wasn't exactly the richest, but he lived well and hung out with that kind of person a lot, it didn't shake her or shock her.
But she knew something was wrong, so she tried to behave as best she could. She adjusted her clothes, the blazer fitted to her body, which insisted on climbing up in the skirt area, but it was a good thing she was wearing thick tights.
“ I think you want to know the situation” the redhead began. Beside him was another gentleman, with messy black hair, also wearing sunglasses, arms crossed.
“Well… you guys seem to be guards somewhere” she started “so I think something really bad happened and he asked for my presence.”
“That pretty much sums up the situation” the black haired one nodded “but not completely. Not just something bad happened. Her father did the bad thing.”
It made her heart plummet. What could he have done?! And who would these guys be? Would they kill him?
She sighs “and you want to arrest him… and I have to say goodbye to him?”
"You don't look the least bit surprised," the redhead commented, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, but I am” she says, making a slightly exasperated expression “I'm even fearing for his life right now, and maybe mine, being in a car with two strangers, but don't expect me to despair. That would be pointless on my part, and counterproductive.”
The brunette nodded, seeming to like her attitude. What was interesting.
“Well, which is good, I believe” continued the brunette “because the crime was against our clan, and that is unforgivable.”
“May I know the details?” Ayami straightened up in her chair.
“Your family had a contract with us for nearly three centuries, and this week, we found out that your father betrayed us. Are you aware of his work, miss?”
“Yup. He is a CEO of an artisanal factory of melee weapons, exclusive to secret agencies, as well as other supplies and utensils” she knew this from a young age, it was a Yamagami tradition, from ancient times, to be the makers of the famous Yama-no-ito swords, literally translated. Mountain Wire, with a steel alloy precisely crafted to be sharp, durable and flexible, like a spider's web. It was an ancient knowledge of a family that, according to legends, had the power to take down giants.
Bullcrap, in her opinion, but she knew how family stories are like.
“That. He had an exclusive deal on one type of blade with us, and we recently discovered that he was secretly selling the same weapons to third parties. Our rivals, even.”
“Breach of contract.” She nods, sighing. Damn it, Dad, I could have done something less risky… “but I think a simple fine and immediate business termination isn't what they're looking to do, given the fact that I, someone who doesn't work in this kind of business, am here.”
“Insightful. Yes” the brunette nods again “so let's cut to the chase, Miss Yamagami: you will be our bargaining chip.”
“Oh… is that it then?” she blinks. Again, not the reaction they expected at all “So this really is a kidnapping.”
“No, because you came willingly” the redhead says “so we accept that you speak a little common sense to him, but we still want retraction. Nobody messes with the Kure and gets away with it.”
She holds her breath, feeling her heart sink deeper into her chest. Of course it was the Kure. A millenary clan of assassins that from the beginning had been developed by artificial selection especially for combat. Hence the sunglasses too, she was sure they too had the telltale dark sclera and near-neon glowing irises underneath them. She had never seen them up close, except when they were in a secret office meeting with her father or grandfather before him.
And it sure made sense that they were Kure, because the two men in front of her were the perfect definition of brute.
“I see,” she manages to say. Take a deep breath, she really wanted to control her heart but it was starting to speed up “thanks for telling me. I am more aware of the situation now.”
“Great” said the brunette “I suppose you want to collaborate with us…”
“Not exactly, Lord Kure” she raises a hand “first I want to get to my father and talk to him, if I may.”
“Fair enough” he nods, crossing his arms “under our supervision, I don't see why not.”
“That was a lot easier than I expected” the redhead comments “aren't you afraid of death, miss? This is what can happen…”
“Like all people with common sense and mental faculties, yes, I fear death” she sits with impeccable posture in her chair, but they both saw that she was shaking a little “and yes, I have plans and goals in life, but as I said, I cannot despair and cry when there is a chance of retraction. I will only cry when it is feasible.”
The two looked at each other. They were increasingly confused by her reaction. Ayami wasn't really surprised that they were surprised by her reaction. She had always been like that. Sometimes he wondered if she had something wrong or if she had some kind of talent, but she had it all along.
So much so that she had always been known as an ice queen, block of stone, no-fun, cold and calculating… well, calculating yes, but cold…?
She was more like a thermos. Or some kind of dormant volcano.
“Very well” the brunette nods “we will dispense with introductions for now. When we arrive, we will negotiate.”
“Right” and Ayami nods, looking at the window, wondering what would happen.
 The man had his hands tied, a black eye and some bruises all over his face, his mouth was broken and a trickle of blood was coming out of it. But what hurt him the most was seeing his daughter walk through the door and stare at him wide-eyed, behind her, two pairs of neon-colored irises in the darkness.
“Dad!” She raises her voice and approaches, sitting next to him to help him.
“Ayami” he says weakly “you shouldn't be here…”
“I was subpoenaed” and takes his hair out of his face, normally it would have been neat and combed, but now it was a mess “why did you do that, dad…?”
“I… I didn’t have much choice, they threatened me…”
“You could have called us…” the redhead starts, but the brunette stops him from talking.
“How could you not have a choice? They couldn't threaten whoever was protected…”
“I” the father had nothing more to say “had a chance to restore the glory of the family, daughter, of our past times... the overthrowers of giants…”
“Again with that story” she sighs and turns to the others “please, gentlemen, he wasn't in full mental condition…”
“Well, it's not now,” one of the men who was beating him quips, and others in the scene, who she noticed existed, began to chuckle. All of them with dark sclera, one of them was smoking.
“Again” the redhead says, and the others fall silent “if you had a problem, or wanted something, we could give you a hand, after all, you and your family have been giving us a lot of good products for centuries” he squats down, in front of the two. The woman hugs her father, protective “including, for the same time of friendship that our families have, that we asked the boys - and the girl, over there in the corner, sorry - to take it easy on you. But apparently, it was only you hearing the news of our patriarch's death that already showed its claws. Two years. Two years of trying to pay off debts with wet money, opening the fan… and then you know where we found one of your latest Yama no Ito swords? In a condo owned by a gang of Yakuza with terrorist affiliations…”
“T-are you sure… it wasn't stolen…?”
“No, daughter” the father lowers his head, defeated “the Yama no Ito have an engraved serial number... if they are here…”
“We looked for the registered serial number, bingo” Kure nods, turns to the other one in the group “hey Miss Risa, was that one of ours?”
“No sir. We have two missing swords, yes, but none of them are the serial number of the one we found. And according to the data here from the order record, it says those were for someone called Nanato Kure, but we don't have any active Nanato in all our records in the last five years since these swords were made…”
The red-haired Kure turns to the two captives, and the old man seems to have lost hope. And honestly, Ayami didn't quite know what to think about all this.
“So this is it… now that you've faltered with us and we have proof, your business is gone. Your daughter by your side is out of business and your youngest son is not in a position to take it on yet, being a high school boy. Which is a shame, even more so when the three-hundred-year-old contract clearly said that we were going to finish off the rest of you…”
“No, no, please sir!” the man was in tears. Ayami stands up, frowning.
“No,” she says firmly, “there has to be another way…”
“And what way?” Red gets up, looking closely at her. Without the glasses, it was difficult to face those hideous eyes. Ayami takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. She would have to dissociate… it’s not with you, not with you…
“I… I want to make a trade. My father was wrong, and he has to pay, yes, but don't kill them all. My brother is going to take over the family business, so he can be a good leader in the future” she shivered as she looked him in the eye, then looked at the dark-haired one further along “but meanwhile… you guys have to have a guarantee, don't you?”
“What are you thinking, Ayami?” the father widens his eyes, with a bad feeling.
“I… I'll be the guarantee!” She raises her voice, clenching her fists at her sides, shaking “He… I’ll assume the business instead! He won't be able to do anything else, with me trapped. If… if he does anything, so you can… you can kill me!”
“No, Ayami!” the father holds her hand “please, anything but her.”
“Should have thought of that before risking betraying the trust of a clan of assassins, father” she looks at him, her eyes watering “I'm disappointed in you. What would Akito think of that, huh? That we are a family with a “glorious past”?” she made quotation marks with her hands “When we are having to hide behind cheap and dishonorable tricks to keep any trace of anything? I love you, father… but… but nothing… that's why I'm going. I’m sick of you.”
The dark-haired Kure smiled approvingly. He had to admit, the girl had guts.
She approached the two Kure and sighed - I offer myself to avoid the death of my family, as a guarantee... and also “she grits her teeth, holding back tears “I can take my father's place too, in the making... I'm not administrator, but I can learn, until my brother is of age. With me under his eyes, I'll have no choice but to fulfill the bargain, if I had a trace of dishonor. W… what do you say…?”
The two look at each other, and seem to have a telepathic conversation because within seconds they both nodded in agreement. The dark haired one looked at her:
“Well, I think it's reasonable.”
“You're going with us, then” said the redhead, giving way to the girl, who left accompanied by the Kure girl, to organize her things.
“Ayami…”
“You can't talk to her anymore” the brunette approaches “except on a few occasions, given by us, to remind you that she exists. We will negotiate the terms in detail later, as this old-time breach of contract is really a pity, and our grandfather really liked the Yama no Ito swords. Needless to say, we have proof and you’re being arrested.”
“Thank your daughter for having that strong spirit, Yamagami, she saved your life and that of your son. May the boy have the same spirit as her, if not… well, at least for now he is lucky. Don't waste it, okay?” He pats the shoulder of the man, whose eyes just needed to pop out of their sockets.
The two Kure leaders leave, and the others try to untie him. The man quickly gets up “W-wait!”
The two turned, looking menacingly. He cringes.
“No… on the wall in my living room… there's a… a Yama no Ito on the wall… our Firstborn, our jewel, very old but still as beautiful as it is valuable… please give her… as a farewell.”
The two leave for good after looking at each other, the brunette nodding slightly.
And the old man falls to his knees, punching the ground as he cries.
Ayami, on the other hand, remained steadfast. He didn't say anything when she looked at him for the last time, as he left the room, nor did he say anything when the Kures closed her suitcase, and they left the house in silence, the brunette carrying the long package.
Inside the car, with her suitcase beside her, she kept her head down. And for some reason the redhead was relieved to see her, the girl so cold, finally shedding a tear.
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Hi! I'd like to make a return! Here's the knife that you stabbed me in the back several times with :p
That last chapter of the heavenly body was brutal but enjoyable. I got so excited when I saw it had been updated but also a little sad seeing as how it was the finale. I wanted to read slowly to savor it but I also kept speed reading cus I just had to know how it was gonna end! This caused me to lose my place so many times so I had to keep rereading it lmao
Moving on, I am ashamed to say that no matter how much I tried analyzing other chapters I never saw this coming (not surprising honestly, as I have a brain the size of a peanut). It was a very twisty tale to me and I found the way you wrote y/n pretty interesting. Someone stoic and strong but still needs someone. And the way we got to see how Moon and Sun viewed them made it all the better (May they rest in pieces. Too soon to make puns?). I'm not sure how I feel about y/n’s end(?). Not saying it's bad! I loved it. But when I read “The violet in your eyes continued to glow” it was...haunting? I suppose that's the word for it? It just made me go ‘oh’. In a good way of course! Hopefully, this isn't coming off rude because I mean all of this stuff in the most positive of light!
It was sweet and satisfying to see how though how everything all tied up. I wasn't expecting Freddy to be killed though cus you know... he's Freddy. A lovable guy. No fic ever kills him. I honestly thought I read something wrong when I saw that! That's how surprising it was to me. I'll miss the dude. And Eclipse! Oh, poor Eclipse. Man just can't have it easy, can he? Loses not one, not two, but three important people to him all in a single day. I'm quite glad you added that little ending though of showing him move on. It was bitter but nice to see nonetheless.
Also question! “But when the finale closes in, you can peek behind the curtains, a new one can begin again.” is this about the other aus you've been drawing? I'm excited to see what else you have in store if it is! :0
Thank you for reading all my rambles. Sorry if I misinterpreted anything from your story! It was a joy to read as I said!
Now that it's been a few days I can answer these in hopes that it won't spoil!! I'll even make a spoil tag, sO-
Thanks to the countless comments on the fic, I am happy to say that I was successful in ripping your hearts to shreds, as intended, may even felt a little bad watching y'all's reactions, though ;v;
And yeeeesss, everyone. I am not gonna rip your hearts for no good reason
Absense (of good ending) makes the heart grow fonder (for good ending) :D
I left some hints on that in the fic, bUT IF YOU MISSED STUFF, i am making an explanation one shot (called a bonus star, it's like an answer key) for the future while I'm making a lil...
...goodie ;)
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silasbug · 10 months
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had another dream.
(in which there's a music festival outside my house that turns unsettling).
there was a lenghty dream before this one in which i saw an advertisement in the papers for a free concert/music festival taking place in the city where i live, it was supposed to be quite close by. it was advertised as featuring many different, smaller artists, the main attraction being a small ensemble playing skyrim music on the larger stage.
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i was going down to the store across the park from where i live because i needed something for dinner. i'd stuffed a 10€ bill in my pocket. as i was heading down the stairs, the appartment building began to look different. there was a window with a sill that a coursemate (who lives in the same building as i do) was sitting in. she says hi. i greet back. we exchange a few words. i leave.
as i'm making my way across the park, suddenly there's an influx of familiar faces from university- way too many to be a coincidence. none of them have business up here, i live quite far north, it's a quiet area for families, not students. i overhear one of them mention something about the concert. it makes sense.
sure enough, once i reach the store, the entire area in front of it is packed with stages. i didn't realize it'd be happening right outside my door. i walk along, there's tents, there's food stalls, there's so many people. it's still daylight.
i walk by a small group of people and this super cute goth looking girl suddenly turns to me and asks if i want a cigarette. i turn her down (because i don't smoke), but thank her. i ask her why she'd offer me one? she says because i look like someone she'd expect at a death metal concert (lol what) and that i looked like kindred spirit.
i keep wanting to talk to her more, but being the shy idiot that i am, i hope that she talks to me. we keep bumping into each other and exchange a few words and smiles here and there. i end up walking to a stall serving food, she walks with me. it's way overpriced, but i decide why not? i order a bowl of vegan chili. it's only 3 bites for 6€. ridiculous.
suddenly the sun is gone and i end up at mainstage, where a man with a chello and a man with a keyboard are doing introductions, playing some Skyrim ambience. it's nice.
once they stop, other stages (it was literally just.. booths? where there would be what looked like animatronic puppets performing, or it'd look like someone was sticking their face through a piece of cloth, each booth had a number) begin to perform. the crowd dissolves, all trying to find performances to listen to.
they gather at the first one, where 3 creepy looking, halloween-esque animatronics (or at least i thought they were) started performing. it wasn't bad, per se, but not my thing. the crowd quickly dissolves. feeling guilty and being the only person left, i stay until they finish. once they do, i give a small clap and hurry off. the leftmost "animatronic" turns his head around the corner and calls after me, "how disheartening, a half hearted clap and barely a smile, that's all we get" or something similar. it was very creepy. i felt even worse. it was three men in costume, after all.
as i hurry along, it's hard to find the other performances. there's some happening simultaneously, but once you find one it's usually almost over. they don't happen in chronological order.
i only rarely see people. the place expands in size, rows upon rows upon rows of booths and stalls. it's dark by now and the open sky has transformed into a large hall, the walls are far away to either side and the ceiling is tall. it's got more of a creepy-arcade/indoor-amusement-park vibe.
i eventually find a booth that is playing a song i know, so i stay. i listen, sway along. (it was an ambient song, no singing). i'm the only one there. when he finishes, i thank him and say that i've been enjoying their music recently. they take it kindly. i say something more. it was the wrong thing to say. the mood shifts.
i hurry off, back to the front of the area. it looks like a ballroom. it's incredibly dark and gloomy. there's people gathered there, tired out, filling out slips to vote on their favorite performance or just waiting to finally be let out.
there's no way out.
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starlitangels · 2 years
Conversation
A Bunch of Redacted Incorrect Quotes
Asher: Apparently, ending every conversation with my alpha with, "Yes, my liege," and a deep bow followed by respectful backwards shuffling while avoiding eye contact is considered sarcastic
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Quinn: I've brought you here because I crave the deadliest game
Angel: *nodding sagely* Knife Monopoly
Quinn: Okay, I was going to hunt you for sport but now I'm really interested in whatever Knife Monopoly is.
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Cole: I asked Marie to share her queen-sized blanket, to which she replied that she was a queen and therefore the blanket was already at max capacity
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Milo: Just found out that the grey cat I see all the time in our neighborhood is actually at least 4 separate identical cats. Went outside and they were all just vibin' together. I'm f*^&in losin it.
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Huxley: Q is too high up in the alphabet. I respect it, but it has no place between P and R. Should be at the end with the weirdo goth letters.
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Lasko: Skyrim is a bad game because I can't hug my friends or my spouse. Maybe I want to let the people in my life know I appreciate them dearly even if they just have three lines of base dialogue
Huxley:
Damien:
Gavin:
Freelancer:
Lasko: And before one of you says something like, "Oh why don't you just play Stardew Valley or Animal Crossing or some other game where you get to be nice to people?" please understand that I enjoy hunting the city guards for sport but that doesn't mean that I'm not full of love.
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Angel: Marry someone you want to annoy for the rest of your life.
Davey: -_-
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Sam: Remember what I told you, darlin'. The quickest way to a man's heart is...?
Darlin': Through the third and fourth rib!
Sam: no
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Amanda: Would you punch David in the face for 10 dollars?
Asher: no
Milo: Absolutely not
Ardyn: No. He's my alpha
Christian: All right, yeah, sure, why not?
Angel, fed up with his attitude: I will pay you 10 dollars to let me punch David in the face
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David: I assume you realize I won't tolerate this kind of idiocy
Milo and Asher: Is there another kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?
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Freelancer: Huxley, you're a genius!
Huxley: Yeah, I get called that a lot
Damien, disbelieving: What, a genius?
Huxley: No. Huxley.
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David: We need to have a talk about your professionalism.
Asher, standing on a table: Those are some mighty brave words coming from a guy standing in lava.
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Freelancer: We need to talk about—
Damien: The building was already on fire when I got there
Freelancer: What?
Damien: What?
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Babe: It's beautiful out here
Sweetheart: And quiet
Babe: Too quiet
Sweetheart: Did we lose someone?
*cut to Asher and Milo trying to befriend a bear in their wolf forms*
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Asher: David! What are you doing tomorrow?
David: Having my day ruined by whatever you're about to ask me to do
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Asher: We need to get help from adults!
Milo: We are—
Asher: Real adults!
Milo: Understood.
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Freelancer, after messing up an assignment: I am the world's most horrible person. Ever.
Lasko: Don't say that.
Lasko: My mother will be offended.
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David: Who drank all the milk?
Asher, at the kitchen counter, halfway through a second jug: I did!
David: You drank... a gallon and a half of milk? Why?
Asher: To prepare my bones for the skeleton war!
David: Why do I even expect normal answers anymore?
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Lasko: Damien is choking I need to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!
Gavin: Turn it upside down and use the 6!
Huxley: Genius!
Damien: *stops choking momentarily* Guys what the f—
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Huxley: You're smiling, did something good happen?
Damien: Can't I just smile because I feel like it?
Lasko: Kody fell down the stairs.
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Freelancer: *walks into class a bit late* Sorry I'm late, I was doin' stuff.
Kody, rushing in, noticeably disheveled: They pushed me down the f*&^ing stairs!
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Avior: You're mad
Starlight, sticking their arm up to their elbow into the Meridian Void™: Thank goodness for that because if I wasn't this would probably never work
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Lovely: I've been eating peanut M&Ms in hope that if a cannibal eats me and is allergic to peanuts I can get my revenge
Vincent: What bothers me most is there is an actual chance that would work
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gucciwins · 3 years
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Are you Angel?
Harry gets hurt while on the job and Y/N gets a phone call she was not prepared for.
Word count: 7413
A/N: hello friends, it's been a while :) this is a continuation to my story Trouble Follows. You don't have to read but it will give you an insight of how Y/N and Harry met. I am thrilled to share more of firefighter harry with you. I adore him and I hope you do as well.
please do let me know what you thought of the story and please reblog! <333
Warnings: angst, breakups, hospitals
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A firefighter will always run into a burning building with not a hint of hesitation. All their focus is on saving the people stuck inside.
Running towards trouble is second nature to them.
She knew that.
She also knew what it meant to date a firefighter.
The unreliable hours, the non-frequent communication, the many failed dinner dates. The twenty-four hours shifts when he would then arrive home to just sleep.
Harry had begun to give her a constant comfort that he would eventually come home and climb into bed behind her. He would then gently nuzzle his face in her neck, taking in her sweet honey scent. In contrast, she took in the woody ashy smell that seems to be permanently stained on him.
So trust her when she said she knew what she was in for when Harry asked her to be his girlfriend.
Four months in, she knew she would be here for a long time, maybe forever, if life would allow it.
She was sure; she knew what to expect.
But she didn't, not until she got the call.
The call that would shatter her heart.
The call that would lead her to be sitting in this uncomfortable, ugly brown hospital chair, holding tightly onto his ashy hand. As she prayed on and on to a God, she no longer held close but wished for Harry they were real and would bring Harry back to her.
Y/N prayed for Harry to finally open his eyes and give her a reassuring smile that he would be okay.
That they would be okay.
Until then, she'll wait.
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Harry being Lieutenant allowed him to have a consistent schedule. That did not mean there weren't days where he had to pull a double shift or stay back to finish paperwork; he let it pile up.
The one day that was Y/N's was Sunday.
She got him an entire day to lay in bed together and eat all the baked goods she baked for him to try. It was becoming their day. Everyone at the station knew Harry could not be disturbed on Sundays unless it was the end of the world, and even then, they'd have to pry him away from Y/N.
He feels safe in her arms. Harry had never felt that before. Sure, he was surrounded by his firehouse family, but he had never felt so loved in two arms as if she could take all his problems and stresses away. Still, she did exactly that when she would flash him her gorgeous smile and hold her arms open for him to fall into at the end of every day.
Harry knows he's never felt this way, and he won't ever take it for granted.
This Sunday will be different, and she feels it as soon as she wakes up because, in her queen-sized bed, she's alone. No arms wrapped around her waist; no head tucked into her necks as he places soft open kisses to wake her from her sleep gently.
Already, she knows this is going to be a bad day. She feels it in her bones. Having been around trouble for so long, she knows the difference between good and bad. The feelings she has made her want to find Harry and pull him back into bed where she can keep him safe.
Y/N gets out of bed, throwing the warm sheets off her body going to the bathroom to do her morning skin routine, wanting to feel refreshed for when Harry breaks the news; he's going to leave her alone on their day. She knows him well enough; he's cooking her breakfast to make up for leaving her so early in the morning.
She walks out of her bathroom, going straight to her closet and taking out the first sweater she saw. It's a baby blue color and stitched on the left side on top of her heart is: "love me please?" It's Harry's favorite sweater of hers because it's an oversized sweater that fits him well. The only reason she has it back is that he wanted her to wash it and wear it until it got her smell again. Y/N kissed him silly when he told her that, plus she loves that it smells like him now.
Y/N takes one look at her unmade bed and walks away, knowing she's going to crawl back in after Harry leaves her. She walks out and, from the hallway, can hear Harry humming away. If she's honest, she doesn't recognize the song. As she has come to learn, Harry has an interesting taste in music; he has basically heard every song ever to exist. It's a reason they are so good at Four Clovers Thursday Trivia night. She dominates pop culture and films, and Harry takes on music. She's also better at history than him. Their friends love trivia night because their winning always gets them free drinks. It's something she looks forward to each week.
"Morning, H," Y/N says as she approaches him from behind and wraps her arms around his waist. Harry smiles, instantly feeling warm with her arms around him.
"Morning, firebug. Sleep well?"
She mumbles a no, causing Harry to laugh, and she feels it vibrate through her.
"Awe, upset I wasn't wrapped around you." He teases. "I'm making up to you by making breakfast."
She pulls away, spotting blackberries on the counter. "Sure, Jan."
Harry can hear the change in her tone and knows she's still goofing off with him but knows she's upset.
"Angel, come sit. Coffee is ready."
She shakes her head but makes her way over to the chair he pulled out for her. "No coffee. I'll be going back to bed soon." Y/N waits to see if he'll correct her, but he doesn't.
"I'm sorry." He begins.
"No apologies."
"Please let me. I'm leaving you on our day." He pouts.
"As much as I don't want you to go, I'm sure they need you more than I do."
Harry frowns, "I hope you'll never stop needing me." He whispers against her lips before closing the gap. Y/N hums against his soft lips allowing herself to get lost in the moment; she loves his kisses, soft and gentle just as he is despite what his sharp eyes might have one believe.
Harry pulls away after pressing one final kiss on her pouted lips. "I'm sorry I have to go to work, but I know for certain that I can meet you for a late lunch."
"Lunch?" She repeats, arms wrapped around his waist, hoping he was serious with his offer.
He hums. "Yes, 2:30, that bistro with that avocado dressing you like for your sandwich."
"It's a date." She grins, laying her head on his chest letting him hold her tight. He unwraps his arms, letting her go.
"I've got to get going, firebug, but I'll see you later."
"Stay safe, Styles." She tells him as she does every time he leaves.
"Try my best, angel."
With that, he slips his beat-up white Vans with lilac laces and walks out the door; it shuts it behind him. Just as Y/N steps towards it to lock up, it opens back up, startling her. Harry steps back in, and before she can question him, he places both faces on the side of her face and kisses her breathless. Y/N is quick to react, allowing their lips to move in perfect harmony, not as smooth but perfect, nonetheless.
"I--" Harry begins before he clears his throat. "I'll miss you, angel."
Y/N feels the heat rush to her cheeks because, for a moment, she thought he'd say another three words. "And I'll miss you, H. Now get out of here; I don't need you showing up late to our lunch date."
Harry smiles, dimples on full display, hugging her before walking out a skip in his step. She peaks her head out, making sure he gets in the car safely before he drives off. He sits there for a moment, and she knows he is letting his Bluetooth connect as he waits for his drive-to-work playlist titled "it's time" to start playing. He takes a look at his mirrors before backing out and driving. That's when Y/N closes and locks the door.
Time to go back to bed for a few more hours; what else is there to do on a Sunday when she's left alone.
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Harry genuinely did not want to go to work today, but it's not like he could say no to his Chief. His Chief was never one to call in favor unless it was an emergency. He didn't ask, knowing he'd get the full story Monday, but for now, he gets on his pants, t-shirt, and boots and hopes there are no fires today.
The only thing is that Harry isn't used to working with the B-shift, sure he knows everyone's name and a little of their lives, but they aren't his usual team. He shakes that off because he knows he would do anything to help a team member and knows they would do the same in return.
Harry is lost in thought, wondering what Y/N was going to do today. He knows she planned to take him to a butterfly pavilion today even told him the outfit she had planned out for it. A pair of jeans that had flowers embroidered all over something she added, saying she thought they looked a bit plain, pairing it with a pastel pink top. Harry was surprised with her style after meeting her various times in different outfits. He was surprised at how soft she dressed in pastels. She may have a bold personality, but her fashion was delicate and warm. It was a nice balance.
He nearly runs into Carols as he made his way to his office, too busy thinking of the girl he left at home. "Sorry, bud."
"No problem, Harry. Surprised to see you here," Carols tells him, everyone knowing Sunday was Harry's day off.
"Chief had something come up and asked me to come in. I should be out of here by eight tonight if we're lucky."
Carlos smiles, "with you around, we usually are."
Harry chuckles, telling him he'll be in his office if he needs anything. He looks around his desk and sighs at how much has piled up already.
Might as well get ahead.
It's a few hours when Harry realizes the house is quiet. He peaks around the window and figures they are all in the common room. It's only one, and thankfully there have been no calls, and if it continues, then he will make it to lunch with his angel.
He shoots her a text.
Angel
13:24 PM
I miss you. Counting down the minutes until I get to see you xxx
Harry clicks send and smiles down at his phone. 2:30 couldn't come fast enough.
As he gets up to stretch and go for a snack in the kitchen, he takes a deep breath because as confident as he may seem, he isn't around the second shift. They don't know him so well, and Harry ultimately is shy. He may be able to hide it, but he has small quicks that others pick up on. Something he knows Y/N spotted quickly, like when he toes his foot into the ground or when he begins to chip at his nails, and Y/N's favorite is when he moves his hands behind his back and sways side to side. She finds it endearing, but others might not think it's leadership material.
He walks into the lounge to cross to the kitchen when a few heads turn to him, but before they can say a word, the alarm rings, and Harry is literally saved by the bell.
Not a second to waste, everyone heads over to the rig and quickly suits up. Harry is Lieutenant meaning he's in charge of the scene today, seeing as their captain and Chief aren't here today. Harry respects all the firefighters and knows this will go well if everyone carries out their job.
It's a factory fire, and as soon as they arrive, Harry can see it's burning fast. He's not sure how many people are there, but he calls in for reinforcements knowing they will need all the manpower they can get.
"This is House 102; please send more units available. The factory fire is burning at a faster rate than we can control. My team is going in now. There are five people unaccounted for; the left side of the building is clear." Harry speaks into his two-way radio.
"Carlos," the young firefighter jogs over, eyes on Harry, no longer staring at the roaring fire. "You're going in with Baz. Stay close and don't go up the second floor; you need to be quick in and out."
"Who's going with you, Lieutenant?" Carlos asks, clearly worried.
"Jameson and Rey are coming with me; stay safe, and if anything happens, just radio in."
"You got it!" Harry pats his shoulder and walks off towards the two waiting men.
Harry knows the men well, he trained them when they came into the house, but they preferred B-shift instead of being with him. One spot was available, and he knew they didn't want to be separated. Rey and Jameson have been dating for two years, but that's a secret only very few know. It's not prohibited, but if it gets more serious, one will have to relocate to a new station. They simply aren't ready for that, and indeed Harry would be sad not to have them around the house or hearing their stories. It just adds a more considerable risk because, at the end of the day, the job is first.
Rey walks towards the entrance with Harry following right behind. Jameson, a few feet back, calling out for anyone in there that needs help.
"Fire department, call out." Echoes out as much as it can as the fire begins to roar louder.
The heat gets worse the further they walk in; they turn right at the edge of a desk labeled "Torres."
"H, there!" Rey shouts, rushing over to a man knocked unconscious and had heavy storage struck over his legs, pinning him down. Harry and Jameson run over, assessing the man before making any sudden moves.
Jameson finds a pulse, weak but there. He gets the extra mask over the man's face hoping it'll wake him up soon.
"On the count of three, we lift," Harry tells the two men standing to a stand as the others do the same.
They nod. "One, two, three." They grunt in unison, pushing the container to a standing position. Harry looks over the man's legs and is thankful there is no blood, but there will be swelling and bruises. "Right, Rey, take him out. We'll keep searching."
Rey nods, lifting the man over his shoulder as he was trained to do, and rushes out of the burning building. Harry and Jameson have just learned a new area when the radio comes on. "Lieutenant Styles, it's Carlos. We found two men; only one remains unaccounted for."
Harry nods. "Got it, no one comes back in. We'll be out soon."
He now leads the way, making his way towards a stairway. There's no fire here, but it's moving faster, and smoke is thick. Whoever is in here might not last much longer without oxygen.
"Fire department, call out," Harry shouts, voice firm.
"Here.." a whisper is heard, both Harry and Jameson freeze. Once more, "here" is yelled but sounds muffled.
Harry looks around, not seeing anything but fire, and fears the structure will collapse soon. Just as he was about to yell again, he sees a can knocked, and a man hidden under a black rag is seen. Jameson rushes over, helping the man sit up. He's older, well into his sixties. He doesn't look too well; he has a few scapes.
"Right, we need to head out," Jameson tells Harry, helping the man stand up who is fighting consciousness.
"This is Lieutenant Styles; on our way out found the last man. Have paramedics on standby."
"Got it, Styles. Get out quick."
Jameson and Harry get the man up and head to exit. Harry can see the light of day and knows he will be late for lunch, but thankful Y/N is understanding and very forgiving. He'll make it up to her by buying dessert.
Just as they almost reach the door, a piece of dry wood comes falling down, separating Harry and Jameson; luckily, it did not hit them, but now Harry has to find a new way out. It's not looking good.
"Harry," Jameson looks panicked, but Harry stays calm.
"Get him out, now," Harry tells him, looking in every direction for what to do.
"No, I won't-" Harry cuts him off.
"Jameson, get this man out. He needs medical attention. That's an order." Voice full of authority with no room to argue.
Jameson nods and heads out. "I'm coming back for you."
Harry chuckles. He sees a small path, but it'd be a more extended way out. He debates what to do. He could wait, but the longer he stays, the quicker this building is beginning to collapse.
It takes him two seconds to decide to go right and find a new route out instead of staying put. He walks and only gets hotter as the fire begins to surround him. He's good at not panicking, always thinks better under pressure, but this is getting intense. Harry climbs over a crate and bends low to go through this tight space. He sees the exit, it's still a bit away, but he knows he is in the clear.
That's when he hears a big explosion knocking him forward. His oxygen masks flys off, landing a few feet away. As Harry reaches his hand out to get it, he's pulled back. He looks behind and sees he's stuck. There are crates stacked on top of him. The air is thick of smoke, and with no oxygen, it seems like the fire will soon enough engulf him.
Shit.
He's really in trouble now.
Harry presses his radio, holding it, hoping it's still working. "This is Harry," He coughs. "I'm trapped under a few crates. I can't reach my ask. I'm west of the building."
"Harry, hold on. We're going in." Harry hears Jameson reply, but he's fading quickly.
He shakes his head. "Can't go to sleep, but this smoke is too thick to actually see anything, let alone for his team to find him.
"Tell…" He coughs again, and this time doesn't stop for what feels like five minutes but is only a few seconds. "Tell angel, I'm sorry."
A voice comes over the speaker, but Harry's eyelids are fluttering shut, the weight of the crates is too much, and the smoke only gets deeper in his lungs if he keeps speaking.
Harry welcomes the darkness as he sees the one person he was supposed to meet for lunch. She's holding an outstretched hand for him to take and who is he to ever say no to her.
Real or not, he goes to her, and soon enough, he falls unconscious, not feeling when his team lifts him out and puts him in the back of an ambulance.
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Y/N decided to show up a bit earlier for their lunch date, putting in their order early, wanting to maximize all their time together. She wouldn't see him until late that night, and honestly, she wasn't a fan of being separated on her favorite day of the week.
She sits on a bench right outside, both sandwiches wrapped tucked away in a brown paper bag and a lemonade sitting next to her untouched. It was his favorite, too sweet in her opinion. Still, Harry loved it, especially since he wasn't one to indulge in sweets unless they were hers.
Knowing Harry could be running late, she pulls out a book from her orange tote bag that Harry gifted to her. The book was Beach Read, Frankie recommended it to her then gave her the book saying she needed to read more romance books and not just poetry and nonfiction books. She actually enjoyed it, which surprised her, but even if she didn't, she's too invested to not find out the ending.
She was just starting chapter five when she feels too much time has passed and glances down at her phone.
2:55
25 minutes late isn't bad or unusual even; she decides to put the book away and keep an eye out for him. Usually, when he keeps her waiting, he makes up for it with a long kiss that never fails to take her breath away; she's excited about it now.
Time seems to go slower when she just sits waiting. She debates beginning to eat her sandwich when her stomach starts to growl. It's low, but she would feel bad if she began to eat, and that's when he shows up. She settles for waiting and instead takes a drink of the sweet lemonade.
As Y/N sits waiting for Harry, her phone begins to ring and displays an unknown number but the city's area code. Every bone in her body tells her to prepare for the worst but hopes she's paranoid.
She takes a deep breath before answering and bringing the phone up to her ear.
"Hello, are you angel?" A deep voice man asks.
"It's Y/N. Actually, can I ask who's calling?" She's holding her breath; only one person calls her angel.
"I'm calling on behalf of Lieutenant Harry Styles. Harry has been in an accident and was taken to the hospital. He asked us to call an angel on his way to the hospital. We assumed you were one of his emergency contacts."
Y/N feels her hands begin to shake. "What hospital?"
The man on the phone rattles the information, and she lets it all sink in. He hangs up, and she sits there waiting on the bench for her date that will not be showing up.
Her phone rings again, she answers without looking at the caller.
"Y/N," she recognized the voice; it's Mitch, and if he's calling, then it must be true.
"Mitch," she whispers, not recognizing her own voice. It's shaky, tears beginning to well up.
"Where are you?"
"At the bistro a street down from the station." She replies, hoping he's coming for her.
"I'm close; we'll pick you up and go see him, darling." She nods but remembers he can't see her.
Y/N isn't sure why she's not crying. She feels the tears, but it's like they are stuck; her heart hurts, and she knows that says enough. "We were supposed to meet for lunch. I got worried when he didn't show up, but I didn't think--" he interrupts her.
"Harry is going to be fine, trust me. He's okay, and he needs us there."
Y/N doesn't reply because she sees him pulling in. Mitch is in the passenger seat, Sarah is driving. She doesn't say a word as she swings open the door and settles in the back.
She sets her hands in her lap; she can feel herself trembling. She can feel herself breaking because she won't know if he's okay until she sees him. Mitch can say he's fine, but she needs to see for herself.
Sarah and Mitch share a concerned look; Y/N doesn't notice her eyes looking out the window.
"Y/N?" Mitch begins, voice full of concern. "Do you- are you okay to go see him?"
"Of course." She replies quickly. "He needs me; well, I hope he does."
"Course he needs you. Needs his angel by his side." Sarah tells her calmly, wanting to see her smile, but it doesn't work because only Harry should be calling her that. She shouldn't be on her way to see him in a hospital bed. She should have seen him next to her on that bench as he ate his sandwich and gave her kiss and kiss as she told him stories.
They are silent the rest of the way. Sarah pulls into an empty parking space, and she rushes after Mitch, who seems to know exactly where Harry is as he rushes past the front desk. The only thing that slows them down is waiting for the elevator; she gladly would have taken the stairs if Mitch didn't tell her that he's on the sixth floor. Instead, she waits impatiently for the old elevator that will take her to see her love.
He is going to be okay. He has to be okay. Y/N keeps those thoughts running through her head as Mitch and Sarah guide her to room 613.
Mitch walks in first, holding the door open, Sarah places a comforting hand on her back, and Y/N feels supported and loved, but nothing prepares her for what she is about to walk into.
The constant beep of Harry's heart monitor is the only thing that can be heard in his private room. The beep is steady; it makes her let out a deep breath. The monitor already calming her down, she approaches slowly as if he'd wake if she'd walk any faster.
She sits in the uncomfortable chair next to his bed and pulls it as close as she can.
Y/N just stares at him, taking it all in. He looks like he's resting peacefully like he should originally have been when they started this day together. His curls are disheveled, his face dirty with smoke stains and a few gauzes wrapped around his arms. She can't see much else but knows he's got a road of recovery still ahead of him.
"Hi, Harry," she whispers, her hand slowly reaching under the white sheet to grab hold of his right hand. "I'm right here, okay. Take your time waking up; there's no rush. Just know that I'm not going anywhere."
She pauses, hoping for a reply even though she knows she won't get one. "We can also discuss how I'm sort of one of your emergency contacts."
Y/N presses her lips to his hand. "Need you to wake up, want to see those Rapunzal eyes." She sits back, not removing her hand from his. Sarah has not taken her eyes off of her, Sarah might feel like she might blow up soon, but being at his side, she has begun to feel better.
"Harry, we're here for you. The whole team is outside in the lobby, probably why they sent us to the floor with the biggest waiting area. Even young Carlos is out there, saying you gave them a scare but really hopes you never pick up another B-shift again." Mitch sniffles before stepping out of the room. Sarah walks over to where he was standing.
"Hey Harold, it's trivia night in a few days, and kind of counting on you to get us those free drinks." Sarah chuckles. "It's been a while since we've been in the hospital. I think it was when I made you all donate blood for that ambulance competition. Fun times, now you rest and get better. The good thing is you have the best nurse looking out for you." Sarah glances at Y/N, sending her a small smile.
Y/N sits back in her chair as Sarah sits in one by the window. She knows she's in for a long afternoon and an even longer night.
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Harry's head is throbbing.
He's not sure why. The last he remembers is leaving Y/N's house to go for his shift at the station.
They were meeting for lunch; he's sure she wouldn't let him drink any alcohol on the job.
Harry slowly opens his eyes and is blinded by the bright light. He sees a photo of the sunset right in front of him, and a tv hung up; if he's not mistaken, he's in a hospital room, primarily due to being in an uncomfortable bed. The oxygen mask over his face is also a dead giveaway he was in an accident.
He looks around, and he sees he is not alone. His angel is sleeping, a tight grip on his right hand; she looks exhausted. Mitch walks in just as Harry was about to wake her. Y/N mumbles and sits up, pulling her hand away from his to rub the sleep away. Harry wants to tell her to stop knowing how much it actually irritates her eyes, especially when she tubs a little harsher than usual.
"Were you able to find tea, Mitch?" Y/N asks, looking over at him.
"Sarah's bringing it over." Mitch's gaze never turns to her staying on Harry; this confuses Y/N and turns back around in her seat to look at a resting Harry but instead finds his eyes on her.
"Harry!" Y/N scoots forward, grasps his hand in hers. "You're awake. Mitch, the nurse, please."
Harry raises his free hand to take off the mask. He wants to speak, but this won't allow him. "No, love. Got to keep it on."
Harry's eyes close, then flutter open. He stares at Y/N, his eyes kind but defiant. He takes the mask off, coughing a bit; it makes Y/N feel nauseous, knowing he's not doing so well.
"I think you need to keep it on, Harry." She says, "the nurse needs to see it when she comes in soon."
"Hey, angel," he says in a raspy voice. It sounds like he's in pain when he talks.
"Yes?" She asks.
"I'm sorry for scaring you."
Y/N shrugs, "no big deal. I wasn't even scared."
Harry smiles, showering her his dimples since she last saw him this morning. He begins to laugh but stops when it causes him to cough. Y/N lets him settle down before bending down to gently kiss him.
"Now, let that hold you over, and put the mask pack on."
Harry nods. "Anything for you, my angel."
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It's a half-hour before the doctor comes in, and by that time, Harry had fallen back asleep, only just waking up a few minutes before the man walked through the door. Mitch alerted everyone outside he was awake and doing good.
Dr. Vazquez walked white coat open, displaying a purple button-up and a bright yellow tie. It puts a smile on Y/N's face.
"Hello, Mr. Styles. Glad you're awake."
"Me too, Doc. Nice tie."
Dr. Vaquez smiles, looking down at himself, "Thank you, my wife picks out my tie every morning before she heads off to work."
"Lucky man," Harry tells him.
"That I am." Dr. Vazquez replies. "You've got a mild concussion, nothing serious, but you are allowed to sleep while you're here. We've got a good team looking out for you. You've got a few burns, but those will heal nicely if properly cared for. A few deep bruises on your leg and one on your rib cage, no blood clots. It will hurt to walk for a few days."
"Nothing too bad, then," Harry sighs, relaxing in bed.
"I've looked at your charts, and it looks like you will be making a full recovery and should be back on the job in three or four weeks. In the meantime, you will need to stay overnight and keep taking in oxygen. I see the nurse changed your mask. Please don't remove this one." Harry nods. "Any questions?"
Harry shakes his head no, "Not at the moment."
"Alright, I'll be off then. I'll come to see you tomorrow midday, and we'll talk about going home. I hear you have a waiting room full of people dying to see; just be aware that visiting hours end at nine, but if you're kind to Nurse Lucy, she'll be lenient to ten."
"Thank you, Dr. Vazquez." Mitch and Y/N say in unison as the man exits the room.
"That's the quietest I've ever seen you, firebug." Harry teases.
"You hush." She lightly pats his arm.
Mitch laughs, "going to go tell them you're allowed, visitors."
Y/N and Harry sit in silence. He can tell she has something on her mind, a slight frown on her face. He wonders if it's about him if she won't be able to handle dating someone who can be hurt by the job. Harry honestly does not want to lose her.
"I'm going to step out," Y/N tells him, looking down at their joined hands, not wanting to meet his eyes.
"Y/N," Harry sighs.
"You've got lots of people waiting to see you and roughly have an hour to see them all. I'll be close by." She leans down, presses a kiss to his cheek, and walks out before he can reach out to stop her.
She steps out while a few members of his team come in to see him offering her a smile as she passes them. As much as she didn't want to leave him, she needed a moment away, and he needed a moment with his family.
God, Y/N has never felt so scared, and now a minute alone, everything is beginning to set in. She has no idea where the restroom is, and the next thing she knows, she's running into someone, but it seems they recognize her because they say her name, and the next thing she knows, she's crying, sinking to the floor. She feels arms wrap around her.
Shushes in her ear, brushing the ends of her hair. It's calming, but she needs to let all the tears she's been holding in.
"Y/N," she can now recognize the voice as Sarah's, "I'm going to help you stand and sit you in the chair.
Y/N feels herself nod.
She begins taking deep breaths, never letting Sarah pull her hand away. It is the only thing keeping her grounded.
"I got her some water." Y/N hears Frankie whisper handing it to Sarah before taking the seat to the left of her.
"I'm okay," she repeats. "I'm okay."
"Y/N," Sarah begins.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, sweetie." Frankie brushes her hair back.
"I'm supposed to be strong; I have to be strong to do this to stand by his side," Y/N tells them, beginning to let her emotions out.
"No one is expecting you not to cry."
"Bu-" Sarah interrupts her.
"No. stop. Accidents happen, and so do injuries. It's okay to be scared and hurt."
"I want to be strong for him." She whispers.
"You are. You never left his side; you talked to him. You're crying now because you care."
She wipes her eyes with her sweater sleeves. "I love him, and I was so scared that when I got the call, I'd never get to tell Harry."
"Then you tell him as soon as you walk back into his room."
"Thank you."
"Nothing to thank, I care about you, and I know Harry would be grateful to know you're not alone. You've always got us. Now let's grab something to eat, and we'll come back in an hour once all of them go home."
She chuckles. "Alright."
"Text me where you're sitting. I'll pop in to see Harry, then meet you."
"You don't have to," Y/N tells Frankie because she knows she is just as concerned about her friend.
"Are you kidding me? You're my friend first, always."
Sarah and Y/N walk down to the cafeteria. She knows she isn't okay but is feeling better, finally letting emotion out. It was only a matter of time before she let the dam break; she's just happy it was not in front of Harry.
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The girls sit in the cafeteria munching on snacks for well over an hour. Mitch sends them a message letting them know all the crew has left and it's time to say goodbye for the night. Frankie wishes her goodnight downstairs with promises to come to see her tomorrow and bring her a change of clothes.
"Let's walk you back," Sarah tells her, linking their arms together.
"Do you think he'll know?" Sarah takes a good look at her and grimaces. "I'll just say I tripped, and it made me cry." Y/N jokes.
"I don't think he'll believe that."
"Yeah, me either." The girls walk out of the elevator as their laughter dies down.
They settle in silence as they make their way to his room, Sarah holding her hand leading the way. Mitch is in the chair she was in for so many hours before waiting for him to wake up. Mitch hears their footsteps and turns his head, but Harry is frowning, looking out the window at the dark sky.
Y/N doesn't know what to say, but one look at him has her heart filling up with relief; he's okay.
He's fine, and he gets to go home soon, and she gets to love him all she wants.
Harry turns his head as she steps forward. "Angel," he breathes out.
It makes her eyes well up with tears again. "I love you," she just lets it out, as if she's told Harry this every day as if she never went a moment not saying it.
"Oh my angel," Harry begins to cry, feeling overwhelmed and incredibly happy. His angel loves him, and although this isn't a perfect day, the moment is.
Mitch and Sarah sneak out quietly, shutting the door behind them to give them their privacy.
"I love you so much. Please come here." Harry replies, voice shaky.
In the next second, she's moving forward, pulling the chair as close as she can as he grabs her hands, squeezing them tightly. She leans down and presses her lips to his chapped pink lips. They move gently, pouring all their love and fears into the kiss. Telling each other that the worst is over and they are together, and they are fine. Y/N pulls back, knowing she can't kiss him as long as she'd like due to his sensitive lungs.
"Harry, I love you, and I was so scared I'd never get to say it."
"I'm sorry, angel; I never wanted you to get a call like this, at least not before talking about it."
"Me either," She sniffles, no longer able to control her tears, "but it happened, and I'm just happy you're okay."
"I'm okay," he repeats. She smiles, taking one of her hands out of his hold to wipe his tears away; Harry can't help but lean his head into her gentle touch. "I'm okay because my angel is always looking after me.
"Harry."
"It's true. I've never been luckier and safer since you came into my life." She smiles. "But there's something we have to talk about." He continues, and by the tone of his voice, it's going to be serious.
"Are you okay?"
"What? I'm fine. You're the one in a hospital bed." Her tone is defensive.
"There's something wrong. I can see it."
Y/n sighs, taking a deep breath. She takes her hand out of his hold.
Harry is quick to mask his hurt.
"I don't like that you're hurt. I hate that we aren't at home in the kitchen dancing around to your Sunday playlist as I bake you a new treat." She says in a rush.
"Hey, love, relax," he says and gestures for her to move in closer. She does so, allowing him to take hold of her hands with a firm grip this time.
"You're upset because I got hurt?" She nods in reply to his question. It's stupid because, of course, he's going to get hurt; it'd be naive to think he wouldn't in his job.
"It's part of the job." He says simply. It's something he wants her to accept and remember. She thinks back to a month into dating when he told her about his ex-girlfriend and how she couldn't handle the unknown of the job each day he left her. Y/N thought she'd be fine, but she loves him, and losing him would be something she could never recover from.
"I know. It's just not easy to see." Her voice was quiet and defeated.
"What do we do?" Harry asks, and Y/N freezes; she can feel her heart beating in her ears.
What do we do?
"What do you mean?" She can feel her hands begin to shake.
"This can happen again." He gestures to him in the hospital bed.
"I know." She says softly.
"Is this something you can handle or not?" He asks very direct. She knows this might not be the first time he's had the conversation, but she just told him she loved him, and he's questioning her. She's allowed to feel this way, but it doesn't mean she can't handle it.
"Y/N," he begins, "I'm incredibly happy with you. I see you and me together for a long time. You're it for me, but this job is my life."
"I know," she repeats. "I would never ask you to give up your job."
Harry stares at her; heartbreak passes through his eyes. "Are you asking me to give you up?
She shakes her and begs for the tears not to fall, but it's no use. She feels them falling and can't wipe them as Harry has a hold of her hands.
"Harry, I love you." He frowns as if fearing the worst. "I love you, and I'd rather love you every moment I have you than let you go now and never know what could have been."
"Oh, thank god." Harry lets out a deep breath. She giggles. "I'm sorry we couldn't have this conversation earlier; honestly, I feared if I brought it up, you could possibly break up with me, and I selfishly wanted to have you longer."
"Well, I'm not going anywhere, not if it's up to me. Seeing you laid up is hard but knowing I get to be there for you makes up for it. Also helps that I'm a nurse."
"That it does."
Y/n grins at Harry, leaning in to kiss him, short and sweet for now. Each kiss never fails to make her heart race, and due to Harry's heart monitor, she knows it does the same to him. They sit in silence, staring at each other as Harry traces small shapes against Y/N's cheeks, loving the feeling of her in his hand. Especially when she lets out a soft giggle when he hits a sensitive spot.
"Move in with me," Y/N blurts out after a while of silence.
It shocks Harry. "What?"
"Until you're better. That way, I can be your in-home nurse."
"Only until I'm better?" She nods. "So, you'll give me the boot after." Harry teases.
Y/N can feel her cheeks warming up but pushes through, "Only if you're a bad patient."
Harry smiles, dimples on full display for her, always for her. "Okay, I can be good and naughty only when you ask."
"Harry!" She gasps.
He throws his head back, laughing.
"God, I'm so lucky to love you." His words warm her heart, and she promises to tell him every day from now on.
"Now get up here and cuddle me. I got Mitch to cue up Netflix."
"Are you sure?" She stands slipping her shoes off, knowing he won't be taking no for an answer.
"Going to deprive an injured man of what he wants most?"
"Guess not."
"Good."
Y/N crawls on and lays on his side, carefully resting her head on his chest. Harry presses kiss after kiss for his comfort, knowing he will be okay and has his favorite person by his side. She chooses Legally Blonde knowing it's Harry's comfort movie as much as he tries to deny it.
For an unusual start to their Sunday, it ends right; together in bed, a hospital bed but nonetheless a bed, together arms wrapped tight around each other.
Y/N might not have liked that Harry got hurt, but he's okay, and he will recover.
That's all she could ever ask for.
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Blood and Boos
Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre - Haunted House OneShot
Lorcan gets roped into doing a Haunted House. Elide tries her best, but she isn't a fan of jump-scares. What could go wrong?
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"No. Absolutely not.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“No way, I'm not doing that.” Lorcan wasn't going to budge. There was no way he was giving in to their stupid request.
“If I can do it, you can do it.” Rowan took a sip of his beer and leveled a look at him over the rim of the bottle.
Snorting, Lorcan shot back, “Just because your girlfriend’s got you wrapped around her finger, doesn't mean I'm going to do it.”
Rowan raised a brow at him, “And yours doesn't?”
It was Fenrys’ turn to snort. He grabbed his own beer and hopped up onto the counter. “Lorcan, Elide’s got you more whipped than Whitethorn over here.” He motioned to a smirking Rowan.
Rolling his eyes, Lorcan just repeated, “I’m not doing it.”
Sighing, Rowan asked, “Even if Elide asked you to? You’d still say no?”
“It doesn't matter what I would do—” Of course he would do it if she asked, albeit begrudgingly and full of complaints, but he’d do it. “Because she didn't ask me to. Aelin asked you to help out with this one.” he nodded at Fenrys.
The blond grinned at him. “Come on Lorcan, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun?” He seriously doubted that. The last thing he wanted to do was put on a ridiculous costume and watch teenagers pretend they weren't scared just to impress their friends.
“It's a Haunted House, Lorcan,” Rowan tried again, “We’re not asking you to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters”
“Yeah,” Fenrys chimed in, jumping down from the counter, “You’ll get to scare people for three hours. And get paid. You already do that for free just walking down the street with that scowl.”
Lorcan’s response was the aforementioned scowl and a simple one-fingered salute.
“Ha. Ha. My answer is still no. You won't get me in an absurd costume and I won't be doing your stupid haunted house.”
Rowan was interrupted from responding by Lorcan’s phone ringing. Neither had noticed Fenrys subtly typing away on his own phone beneath the counter.
He recognized his girlfriend's ringtone and toned down the irritation that was seeping into this voice.
“El,” Rowan and Fenrys perked up at the sound of her name, trying to listen to his conversation. He waved them off and walked into his room. “Hey, what's up?”
He could hear her laughing at something said in the background and then her voice ran through his speaker, “Hey Lor! I was just talking with Aelin and she was telling me about this awesome—”
“Is this about the haunted house?” He cut her off, already groaning.
“How’d you know?” She sounded surprised...almost too surprised…
“I’ll let you guess what I was just talking about with Rowan and Fenrys. And before you ask—” He rushed on, knowing that once she did, there’d be no way he could say no to her, “I am not going to dress up and play monster all night just because you think it would be so fun.”
He heard his girlfriend groan exasperatedly at his insistence, “Oh, come on, Lor. It really would be so fun! You guys would be in the haunted house and Aelin and I could keep coming through all night to keep you company. And just think,” She lowered her voice, he guessed so she wouldn't be overheard, “there will be lots of dark corners that we could sneak off to.”
He let out a long sigh. Gods, this woman had some magic power over him.
“...Fine.”
“Oh yay!” He could hear the smile in her voice and it made the scowl he wore soften a little. “This is great! Go let the guys know, I’ll tell Aelin. And babe?”
“Yeah, El?”
“I know you’re not super excited, so as a reward for stepping out of your comfort zone, I promise to make the night exciting.” He could picture her winking at him through the phone.
Chuckling, he ran a hand through his hair, “I’ll hold you to that, babe.”
“Love you, Lor! Bye!”
He said a quick “Love you, too.” before she hung up.
With one more resigned sigh, he walked back out to see Rowan and Fenrys muttering to each other. They both turned to look at him expectantly.
“…what time should I be there?”
***
Elide wasn't exactly sure why she agreed to convince Lorcan to do the haunted house. She had been out with Aelin when Fenrys texted her telling her that she needed to get Lorcan to agree. Aelin caught the text over Elide's shoulder and insisted she call Lorcan.
“Ooh, that'll be great! Your grumpy boyfriend can keep mine company. And hey,” Aelin beamed at her, feeling satisfied at how things were coming together, “knowing that it's the guys who are dressed up and not some rando, you don't have to be so scared about going!”
That was why Elide couldn't figure out how she’d agreed to both getting Lorcan to do the Haunted house, and also to going through it herself.
Elide loved Halloween...the cute, fun, wholesome parts of Halloween like carving pumpkins and watching cheesy Halloween movies, and wandering through corn mazes. She didn't love the over-the-top scary, ‘you're going to be so terrified you’ll wet yourself’ parts of Halloween.
But she could put on her big-girl pants and get through one night of terror. And, maybe Aelin was right. Maybe knowing that the ax murderer jumping out at her was one of her friends or her boyfriend, would make it less scary.
That's what she tried to tell herself as she and Aelin waited in line for the haunted house two days later.
Lorcan had refused to tell what his costume was, but she knew Rowan was some kind of zombie, and Fenrys was going to be, yup, an insane ax murderer.
She and Aelin would go in, find the guys, maybe hang out and watch them scare people for a bit, and then they’d leave. Elide knew Aelin wanted to come through a second time later on, and she promised Lorcan she would find him and take advantage of one of the dark corners she mentioned before.
Two times through the haunted house, she could do this.
***
She couldn't do this.
Elide let out another piercing shriek as a hand jerked out of the cobwebs to grab onto her arm. She spun, ripping her arm out of their grasp, only to hear a dark laugh and another hand brush the back of her head.
Whipping back around she saw Aelin pull her hand back, grinning.
“Ae, I love you, but I’m going to kill you.” She was jumpy, ready for something else to pop out at her. “I am going to murder you for making me come here, and no one is going to help you or find your body because they’ll all think you’re just some prop for this gods-awful house.”
“Oh El, I’m sorry,” but Aelin was grinning through the fake blood splatter on her face making Elide roll her eyes and huff. “Let's go find our big, strong boyfriends, and they can make us feel better.”
It should have sounded comforting, but Aelin wiggled her eyebrows at the end, and Elide chuckled lightly.
“That doesn't sound like you, Ae—the last bit, sure—but not the first.”
Tossing her head back to laugh as she draped an arm over the shorter girl’s shoulder’s Aelin laughed.
“Please, they just like to feel useful.” She winked, but Elide could see the fondness on Alein’s face as she thought about Rowan. “Let’s keep going.”
All Elide did was groan.
***
Lorcan was tired of this. He’d been stuck wearing a mask with a supposedly scary face on it, but besides that, he was just wearing his normal all-black attire. Black jeans, black hoodie, black boots.
According to Fenrys, Lorcan was already scary enough.
At least he didn't have to wear the zombie get-up Rowan had on. Lorcan didn't want to know how long it had taken him to put all the green undead-looking make-up on—something he was sure Galathynius was responsible for.
Lorcan wasn't about to admit it, but he was having a little fun scaring people. He had positioned himself in a corner, just behind a turn in the hall. He could hear when people walked by him, but they couldn't see him until he wanted them to.
All he had to do was take one step, say “boo” in his deep, deadpan voice, and watch as the victims screamed, jumped, or ran away. One guy had let out such a high-pitched wail that Lorcan thought the glass on the window might break.
He’d been there for almost an hour; apparently, Elide and Aelin took longer to get there than planned because they hadn’t come through yet. He was getting a little grumpy, having been promised alone time with his girlfriend somewhere private when she made her way through.
Another group of teenagers walked by. Another “boo.” Another shriek. Another herd of footsteps running down the hall away from him, but unknowingly towards the enthusiastic ax murderer.
He settled back into his corner and waited some more.
He heard a pair—no, two pairs—of footsteps getting closer to him. Maybe he’d have some fun with these people; he wouldn't half-ass his attempt this time. As they turned the corner, Lorcan took a breath and leaped out in front of them.
Several things happened one after the other.
Lorcan roared “Boo!” Not the scariest thing to say, but his size, stance, and volume made up for it.
The pair, two women, screamed. One severely louder than the other.
In less than a moment, he recognized his beautiful, terrified girlfriend.
Elide, letting out her shriek, and unable to see Lorcan’s face beneath the mask, moved instinctually letting her body take over instead of thinking.
She drew her arm back and punched him in the face.
Lorcan’s head flew backward, not expecting the impact.
“Elide!” Aelin gaped at her friend, but Elide was still screaming, partly because of the heart attack she knew she was having and partly because her hand immediately began to hurt once she made impact with the masked man’s face.
Lorcan grunted, bringing his hand up to hold his definitely broken nose. He could feel the blood already dripping down behind the mask.
“Fuck!” He groaned, managing to pull the mask off his swelling face.
The moment the mask was off and his face was recognizable, both ladies’ eyes went wide.
“Lorcan?” Elide screeched, moving toward him, her face caught between disbelief and guilt. “Oh, my gods, Lorcan! I’m so sorry!” She tried to touch his face but he winced as she brushed his nose.
Devastation crossed her face as she took in the very real blood and bruising on her boyfriend’s face, all caused by her.
Alternatively, Aelin found it all hysterical. She was bent over, cackling, tears streaming down her face. She was laughing so hard that soon she wasn't making any sound, just clapping her hands together so she could continue to show her amusement.
“Oh, Lor—”
“I’b okay,” he muttered.
Elide sighed dejectedly, “When you say I’b instead of I’m it means you’re not okay. Gods, I can't believe I punched you.”
“You punched him!” Aelin got out between laughs. “This is one of my favorite moments, ever.”
“Oh hush Ae.” But her lips tugged up at the corner.
“I saw ‘at” Lorcan said, his words getting clogged by the swelling of his nose and the blood dripping down, and letting Elide fuss over him.
“Saw what?” She asked innocently, trying not to hurt him and she turned his face from side to side.
“ ‘at little sbile” That little smile.
She gave him a light kiss on the tip of his nose, careful not to put pressure on the broken part. “You’re the one who jumped out and scared me, you should be proud that my instinct when being attacked is to punch my attacker.”
He rolled his eyes. “But it's be,” But it's me. He gestured to himself.
“Yeah, but you had a mask on, and I was already on edge after someone,” she glared at Aelin who had finally calmed down, “made me walk through this entire monstrosity of a setup.”
Elide gave him another kiss, this time on the corner of his mouth.
“It’s by nose ‘ats broken, not by lips.” He pointed out when she pulled away.
She laughed, and her smile almost made his broken face worth it—almost.
“Come on, let's get you to the hospital,” She cringed thinking about having to explain to the doctors how this happened, “and when they give you the all-clear, I’ll give you all the kisses you want.”
“You two go,” Aelin told them and tossed Elide the keys to her car, “call me later. I’m gonna go find Ro and Fen and tell them all about this.”
Elide rolled her eyes as Lorcan flipped Aelin off and Aelin waved cheerfully back before practically skipping down the hall.
“I’ll give it to you, ‘at was a damn good punch.” Lorcan grabbed her hand, pulling her into his side as his other hand kept a firm hold on his face.
She smiled up at him, but he could still see the guilt on her face. “Well, I did learn from the best. Now, please use your hulking body and bloody face to scare off any more characters as we leave.”
He laughed as best he could and pulled her tighter against him. “I t’ink ‘hey should be more scared of you.”
Luckily they didn't run into any more jump-scares on their way out.
Once they were in the car—Elide forcing Lorcan into the passenger seat after pushing it all the way back for him and climbing into the driver's seat herself—they left the grounds and started driving towards the hospital.
“You know,” Lorcan said, glancing over at his brilliant, violent girlfriend, “when you said you’b promise to make the night exciting, this is nob what I had in mind.”
Okay, so maybe her smile did make his bloody face worth it.
***
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babylooneytoonz · 3 years
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The Vessel [ Pt. 10 ]
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem! Reader
Summary: You go back to Cintra, back in your kingdom and back amongst the people that love you, and your two companions go back with you.
Warnings: Idek?
A/N- Although I decided to have Ciri in my story, Ciri actually does not have any powers in this one, and the reader does. For some reason, Pavetta's bloodline could not have the elder blood in it.
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Calanthe had a tight lipped smile etched to her face; this celebration was making her feel claustrophobic and the crackling cords of the lute gave her a headache. On one side sat her husband, the King of Cintra, Eist Tuirseach of Skellige and on her other side sat her granddaughter, the blonde haired blue eyed beauty, Cirilla.
"Spare me the festivities, I can't wait to retire and sleep off all night," she muttered under her breath, her fake smile still plastered on her face, as she acknowledged the lords that bowed their heads in her direction in greeting.
"Calanthe, love, it's her anniversary, you can atleast pretend to have a good time," Eist smiled, his fingers curling around the goblet in front of him as he lifted it and brought it up to his lips, taking a sip.
"Would someone even bother asking me if I like it?" Cirilla scowled, rolling her eyes. If there was one thing she couldn't do, was pretend, unlike her grandmother and her husband, who could give a 1000 watt smile on even the gravest of days.
Eist scoffed, but was met by a glare from his wife, as she turned towards Ciri with a stern look on her face, but not one with hatred, "Ciri, when will you learn?"
"Oh stop it grandmother, not again."
Calanthe let out a deep shaky breath pummeling from deep within her lungs as she sat back, trying to get more comfortable when she spotted one of her soldiers speaking to Mousesack by the gate. She squinted her eyes, bringing her index to her chin as she leaned forward, letting her chin be supported by it. Mousesack's expressions screamed at her that the discussion was not a common one; something was up.
Mousesack craned his neck to his side, discreetly and looked at her, her eyebrow instinctively shooting upwards in inquisitiveness and he blinked, slowly striding towards him until he was leaning next to her and whispering something into the Queen's ears; Eist and Ciri watching them with their eyebrows raised.
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"We need to see Calanthe," Geralt said to one of the guards at the massive gates for the fifth time, and the guard asked him for the fifth time back what their purpose for visit was.
Geralt pursed his lips shut, and turned towards you. He looked at you in the eye, and you sighed. This wasn't working. There was no way on earth they were going to let you go in unless you told them what the truth was, but you couldn't risk it. What if they didn't believe you?
"Guards, back away. Let them in. The Queen wants to see the three of them." Mousesack's voice rang from behind them and they turned around immediately, moving out of the way until you came face to face with the a man with greying long hair, although way shorter than Geralt's. He had a pleasant, kind look to him but still, he had caution in his eyes.
"Follow me," He said, his voice not wavering a bit.
You turned towards Geralt who was stiff, and alert too, his eyes scanning the man in suspicion. When you didn't follow him, the man turned and his expressions softened, "I am Mousesack, Queen Calanthe's confidant. I mean you no harm."
"Geralt, I think we should?" You asked, and he blinked in approval, his lips clenched together.
The three of you entered the palace, slowly following the man in front of you. The hallways were elegant and beautifully lit, and a faint sound of a lute filled the hallway. You slowly turned towards Jaskier, and saw him in a daze just like you had expected him to be.
"Jaskier, I'm sorry about your lute," you sighed, and he looked away for a bit, in sadness, his hands held together in front of him.
"You know? Lovers may come and go, but she was forever loyal to me."
"I'm sure you'll find a new one," Geralt grumbled next to you and you gasped, elbowing him in his side.
"Geralt, can you please not?"
He grumbled something again, but you chose not to entertain the Witcher. Instead you linked your hand with Jaskier's, sliding it against his arm until you were holding it and walking, leaning against him.
"I don't think Yennefer will take my revenge on your lute."
Geralt snorted next to you, and Jaskier threw his arms in the air, dramatically and you giggled teasingly.
"I thought you were on my side, [Y/N]. But I see that your priorities have changed."
Jaskier wiggled his brows dramatically and flush crept on your cheeks, your insides flaring up once again. Your heart almost felt like it stopped, and you couldn't bring yourself to take a look at the brooding man walking next to you. Finally, you mustered enough courage to look at him, but when you did, you realized that he was actually grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"You too?" You growled at him and he stopped smiling.
"Jaskier isn't always wrong."
"Hey! I am NEVER wrong—"
"Geralt, I supported you. You're siding with him now?"
The three of you were talking at the exact same time and Mousesack abruptly stopped, turning towards you and all three of you stopped bickering, looking at him with embarassment on your faces.
"We all thought you were dead, Princess."
You looked at him in disbelief; he knew?
"My apologies, I didn't meant to startle you. I'm, uh, a druid. I know things, and I can feel powers. The minute you stepped into Cintra, I felt your presence," you blinked, "and Tissaia de Vries might have told me you would come?" He smiled at you.
"Does she know?" You asked, your voice coming out weaker— as though something was lodged to your throat.
He smiled, and nodded, "She does. She has been waiting to see you ever since the sorceress paid her a visit and told her you were alive."
As Mousesack stopped talking, you looked up to see that you were in a richly furnished chamber but it wasn't the chamber that surprised you, it was the woman that sat nervously by the edge of the king sized bed, her fingers nervously toying with each other. Another young girl stood in a corner, excitement glimmering in her eyes.
"Your Majesty, she is here," Mousesack announced.
Calanthe looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. She glanced at you from top to bottom as though she was trying to fit your memory into her mind. She blinked, ignoring how thick chunks of tears now flew from her eyes and she stood up, almost trembling like a leaf.
"Come here, sweet child?"
You didn't know what came over you. Maybe, it was the fact that you didn't ever experience the love of a mother. Or maybe, you were going to be a mother yourself, so you knew what a mother's role was. You ran towards her, and she almost choked on a smile as you ran into her arms, burying your face into her chest as her fingers began stroking your hair.
"I can't believe it's you, sweet child. I never thought..I'd get to hold you in my arms. Look at you. You're.. grown up," you pulled back, and her palm came to rest against your cheek, her thumb stroking it gently.
"What's your name? I never.. got to name you."
"It's [Y/N], mother."
Ciri awkwardly walked up to her grandmother's side, her fingers clenching the Queen's garment, her blue eyes looked at you.
You looked down at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Meet Ciri, [Y/N]. Your niece."
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You sat back, trying to get more comfortable in the utterly soft chair on the Queen's table; your back hurt like a bitch.
Calanthe nodded at one of the lords who took her hand and plastered a kiss against her knuckles and she gave a fake smile before turning to you and muttered, "The child giving you trouble?" Her words ended with a glare towards the Witcher and you bit your lip.
"I'm fine, mother."
"I can't believe you brought that wretched bastard with you, [Y/N]. Men like those, treating our bodies like we are nothing but a fucking commodity."
She took a sip of ale, her eyes not leaving Geralt who stood in the farther end of the hall, drinking ale from a pitcher himself. Jaskier had taken the lute from the bard, borrowed it actually, and was now entertaining the guests.
"Mother, he isn't.. I mean.. I know this all doesn't paint the right picture, but Geralt has been kind to me."
"Kind? You would call a man who used your body just for the sake of having a child? And look where it got you—" She hissed.
"Mother—"
"Calanthe, my love," Eist intervened, and you swallowed the lump forming inside your throat, your eyes fixed on the Witcher.
"Fine but he needs to leave. Before I ask him to leave myself," Calanthe growled.
Your heart sank at this, and to make this worse, Geralt was right there in front of your eyes and your heart aches to go talk to him but you didn't want to anger your mother, especially when you had met her for the first time in your life.
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You sat up in bed, drenched in your own sweat, your chest heaving up and down. You had seen the sorceress in your nightmare and she was smirking, holding your baby in her hands. What made it worse was the fact that Geralt was next to her, holding her by her waist, as he bent down to kiss the forehead of his child.
You swiped your palm over your face as reality sank back in and you realized that it was just a nightmare— you were in Cintra. You were safe.
You laid back down in bed, closing your eyes so you could fall back into a deep slumber yet again, only hoping that the sorceress wouldn't torture you in your dreams again.
For a few minutes, you kept tossing and turning in bed, your body churning in discomfort. You couldn't sleep.
You sat up once again, rubbing your belly, trying to comfort your unborn baby, until something struck your mind.
You decided to explore the palace, for this was your first time you had actually been to one, and ironically, this was your home. You slid into your robe, tying it securely around your blossoming waist as you stepped out of the chambers, holding just a candlestick to help you look around.
You wandered aimlessly through the palace confines for a few minutes, exploring.
It was only after fifteen minutes or so, you decided to check out the other tower. Only, you had no idea that the other tower was the guest tower where Geralt and Jaskier were staying the night.
Geralt frowned, squinting his eyes as he threw back his head, downing the contents of the pitcher in one go. He looked at Jaskier, who had a blonde woman curled against his lap, his fingers fondling her thigh. Shaking his head, the Witcher slammed the pitcher onto the table and pushed himself up.
He pushed his way through the overly drunk guests at the celebration, his only goal now to reach his own chambers for the night so he could get a peaceful sleep before the dawn came the next morning.
The hallways were quiet this side of the palace, and Geralt could practically hear the sound of his feet as he climbed the staircase towards his room.
Strangely, his eyes fell on you— you were sitting on the topmost staircase, staring at your hands, a look of exhaustion draped over your face.
"[Y/N].." Your name shot out of his lips like a prayer and he saw you look up, a look of relief reflecting in your eyes.
"Are you okay?"
The concern in his voice was like a sharp knife cutting through your heart, hurting just the right amount. You blinked, giving him the weakest of your smiles as you nodded and stood up. You were now on the top most step, and Geralt was on a step below you, so the man was just the same height as yours.
His eyes were golden, a fire lurking within his irises, his eyes although hollow and devoid of any emotion, for others, you could see a flicker in them, that made a warmth tingle inside of you somewhere.
"Couldn't sleep.. "
"Is it the baby?" He frowned, still looking at you, an inexplicable look on his face. It was only then that you felt something. When you lowered your eyes, you saw his palm pressed to your stomach.
It felt oddly intimate. It was just the two of you, in that hallway, and Geralt had his warm palm protectively draped over your belly— and as though the baby already knew who his father was, you felt a flip in your stomach.
"No, the baby is okay."
Relief filled him, and he gave you a flicker of a Ile before he placed his other hand on your arm and pushed you slightly towards the wall to step up the topmost stair, so he could tower over you.
"She haunts my dreams," you blurted out, although you didn't know why you said it and Geralt looked thoughtful for a bit.
"Mine too."
"In what way?"
Despite the crispness of the weather in Cintra, you could feel your blood running cold and your toes begin to tingle, not in a good way. You could feel the jealousy rise inside of you, and your nostrils flared.
"I see her as a monster."
"Not your lover?" You mumbled.
Geralt took a step closer, and you instinctively took a step backward, until your back was against the wall. The proximity between you two was almost that of a finger length, but you didn't mind.
He shook his head as he took a deep breath.
He smelled of ale and the forest— of nature.
"You're safe now. And so is our baby."
"Until when?"
It was all rainbows and sunshine, until thick black clouds fled up the sky, hiding the sun and it was all dark.
"I—" Geralt began speaking, but almost immediately, he fell quiet, and you blinked, waiting for him to speak but no words came out of his throat.
"What?" You asked.
"Do you regret this?"
The question pulled you off guard as you were least expecting it. Your eyes went from widened to confused, as you tilted you head slightly and placed your palm against your side, parallel to the wall and using it to support yourself.
Did you regret it?
"Which one? Having you use my body to find yourself a motive in life?" You asked, bitterly.
"Meeting me I mean."
"We didn't exactly meet in the best circumstances, Geralt," you chuckled nervously, bringing your palm to your front, your fingers hooking to his locket, as your fingers began toying with it, your eyes fixed on his, "the thing I remember, you fucked me on the Great Mount."
Geralt grunted under his breath, but he still leaned closer, letting his face dip, ever so slightly so that his lips were inclined to yours, aching to be pressed to them. He parted his lips, letting his tongue swipe over his bottom lip, as your fingers began trailing upwards, his locket now forgotten.
Geralt closed his eyes, the instant he felt your fingers run against his chest up to his neck, as you suddenly grabbed a fistful of his collar and pulled him closer, your noses now touching, and your chests heaving out of control.
"Tell me, Witcher, do Witchers dream?" You suddenly asked, your hand flying up to your head as you absentmindedly tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
Geralt's lips twitched, and his eyebrows creased slightly, as though he was thinking hard. Finally, his face moved slightly, just a light bob, signalling a nod.
"What do you dream of? What did you dream of most recently?"
He blinked, tilting his head, "I saw you. You were in the woods."
You were captivated by him; frozen on spot, and he didn't even touch you, or hold you. It was like there was an imaginary force binding him to you, drawing the two of you together.
"There was a woman long time back, I met her in Blaviken."
You bit your lip hard, a taste of metal flooding your tastebuds. Why was this making you jealous?
"I think I should go." You stepped away abruptly, and immediately took a step around, your hand flying to your heart, as you began fisting your fabric into a ball, your cheeks still heated up. Your steps were fast, and you didn't stop until you were at the end of the hallway when Geralt's voice rang out behind you, and you paused, just for a second but didn't turn around, only to let his words sink in. "Her name was Renfri. And she said something to me— The girl in the woods will be with you always. She is your destiny."
You gasped at the realization, his words slowly sinking into you, settling into everywhere in your body— your mind, your senses, your heart. You didn't look back, and instead you began running, towards the confines of your chambers, for you knew if you didn't, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from falling into his arms.
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thatonecitykid · 3 years
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I bet on Losing
Hey everyone! Sorry this is so sad.. was already crying so might as well make everyone else cry.This takes place after Endgame but during the same time as Far From Home. Listen to "I Bet on Losing Dogs" by Mitski for the full experience. Word Count: 2517. Have fun angels :)
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Peter had finally left for his class trip, Pepper and Morgan had gone to spend their summer in Malibu, the remaining avengers were either in space or had completely disappeared from your life. Here you were after five years of your life had evaporated, and after all this time you had to play your fathers role for all the remaining avengers. You hadn't had the opportunity to cry when you first learned about what had happened. You couldn't cry at the funeral, not because you did not want to, but because you felt as if your father wouldn't want to see it. No one wanted to leave you alone, but after months of trying to dig some type of emotion out of you they had assumed that the death and slow disappearance of your makeshift avenger family had unaffected you.
You finally had the opportunity to exist alone. You had also finally mustered up the strength to visit secluded cabin your father had lived in for the last five years of his life. Although you had been given the keys immediately after the funeral, something about visiting the area made you feel uneasy. Not necessarily creeped out but just as if you did not belong, after all it was something your father invested in after you had already blipped away for several months.
You drove up to the cabin alone, slowly unlocking the door as if to not start or whoever may be inside. Before even entering the cabin, it looks clean, you assume that Pepper has had people cleaning constantly to maintain the cabin. It made sense, it was something she's cherished. You stepped into the cabin slowly and began to look around. The walls were lined with framed pictures of Morgan, family pictures of Pepper, your dad, and Morgan, and random posters and vintage albums. Although you were not the one to complain about it, having no evidence of your existence in the main areas of the home caused your heart dropped. As you wandered through the kitchen and the main family room, there is no evidence of Tony's life prior to the blip, just a somewhat normal family of three.
You decide to wander to the basement area, leaving the office and bedroom spaces upstairs for later. There was a large sitting area that you assumed they watched movies in. There was also a playroom painted pink featuring all sorts of gadgets very similar to those you grew up with that Tony had made for you. Towards the back hall of the basement, it was a glass door to your father's workshop area. You open the door gently and made your way in.
Despite looking like somewhat of a mess, you knew that behind the madness there was a method. You could tell that although your dad left in a hurry, things were placed in specific spots very similarly to how he did in every other one of his workshops. You walked towards his swiveling chair, noticing a metal box with a button on the worktable. You press the button and jump back as a life-size hologram of your father appeared in the room. He began
"Hi Pepper. My love, my muse, my boss. If you are listening to this then I did the one thing you have always told me not to do. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the worry I've put you through, and I am sorry for taking myself away from you. I was a gift wasn't I. You've already seen another version of this message, but it never hurts to see your face again my darling."
The tears in your eyes begin to form, not because you had not expected to see your father. At this point you had already seen the message he had left after the funeral; It was only really meant for Pepper and Morgan, never addressing you.. At the funeral you refused to enter the cabin but as you watched the message while standing outside, Happy looked over at you with remorse but you kept a straight face again. Who were you to complain at your dead dad's funeral? Yet this message radiated the same energy.
As the second portion of the message began to play tears began to fall faster. It almost feels like an out of body, sure your dad had taken up different kids during your time growing up, but this message made you feel as If you had been completely replaced. Although it felt like a dumb theory there was no evidence as to your existence prior to Morgan.
"Hello my little scientist. How's my favorite person. Daddy is really sorry I can't be there right now. Be a trooper and hug you mom for me real quick. Now you must be surprised because I'm supposed to be the strongest dad in the world but let me tell you kid, sometimes crazy things happen when put on the ironman helmet. My little minion I love you 3000. My love for you is infinite. You have been and will forever be daddy's best friend."
Here you were crying over a child who had also lost her father, filled with jealousy over the fact that you father had chosen her and failed to consider your return but had prepared for Peter's return, still had projects waiting for Harley, and had in fact set up a stable plan for Morgan's future. At this point you were sobbing, what had all felt like a bad nightmare and jumping to conclusions had started to feel way too real. This emotion was even stronger than when you watched footage from your father suit as the snap happened, this emotion felt like a stab in the back.
Maybe he never loved me.
You tried to collect yourself but were still sobbing when the holographic figure of you father disappeared. You might as well finish the house tour before leaving. The upstairs portion of the house featured Tony and Pepper's room, Morgan's room and two other doors. The main bedroom was tidy and organized, with a closet full of clothes that both Pepper and your dad had left. You walked into Morgan's room and did a quick look around, not wanting to invade child space. Returning to the hallway you opened the door to your father's office. Inside there was a rather simple with a desk, a leather chair, and two matching chairs. The plants in the room were growing well, meaning someone still came to water them. There were a few pictures on the wall, including Peter's Stark internship picture, and a random picture you took of the original Avengers after their first New York battle. On the desk there was another metal box similar to that in the workpace. You argued whether or not you wanted to potentially break your heart more before giving in, siting in the leather seat and pressing the button.
A slim beam of light scanned over your face, confirming your identity, and the box began to play. To say you were shocked is an understatement, as your father's hologram appeared across the desk sitting in one of the matching chairs.
"Hello Munchkin. If you've found this box, then I just going to have to accept that I've failed you. You've been gone for five years and regret every moment leading up to when you snapped away. You really did want to come to space with me, and honestly you would have been helpful, but I don't think I could see you Blip away and have the will to continue. That being said because I am already admitting I was wrong, I should not have had your suit take you to the bunker room, where you eventually snapped away alone. I regret that decision y constantly. On another note, I'm sorry I didn't hug you as soon as you got back, I clearly I cannot really hug anyone."
You had finally given up on holding in their tears. You didn't have to be strong in front of your dad. He had always held you when you cried and this time he couldn't. You tried to wrap your arms around yourself, but nothing felt the same.
"I hope you are crying, because if I'm crying alone during this part, I'll be embarrassed, his image continued as it stood up and leaned against the back of the chair. Munch I know you've probably walked around this house and have found no evidence of yourself. You've probably beat yourself up about how much I love Morgan, but think about it. The amount of time I've spent these last 5 years essentially idolizing you would not have been good for her to experience. "
You rose quickly from the chair. Not even one damn picture?
"Now I know you're wondering not even a single picture. Pick up the projector box and follow me ."
You did as the digital version of your father told you and followed it back into the hallway.
"Put the box down and put your hand on the center of the door. "
This activated a scanner which opened up the door to the room. As you walked in you recognized that this was an exact replica of your room back in the Malibu house. You were still a kid when the original house was blown to pieces but somehow everything was exactly as you remembered it. As you walked further into the room you noticed the large screens, placed like picture frames, which played videos and pictures of you and your dad throughout the years.
Your father walked towards the center of the room, bounded by how far the projector was.
"You see kid, me and you have somewhat the same grieving styles. I have a feeling you didn't cry at the funeral. I have a feeling you haven't cried, at least in a way that someone else could have noticed. You take after me in that sense."
The hologram started to sniffle, your dad had actually started crying when recording this. You really wanted to hug him, the reality of his death hurt even more. You had finally allowed yourself to start grieving.
"Look, I know you used to listen to the song about betting on losing dogs when you wanted to cry, but that does not apply to you at all. You may have gotten a more complicated stick of life, but I can tell ya, this does not need to be your villain origin story. From the first day I took you home I could tell you were a fighter, but I need you to feel as if its ok to cry. I've spent hours on this floor in shambles wishing you were here. The small things that Morgan does that remind me of you throw me into sadness pools constantly. You are my motivating force. I really hope you allow yourself to cry about it so that you can continue in life. I don't think I can stand in this room for any longer before I cannot speak at all, so please take the projector back to my office. "
As you lifted the projector you thought about how much this must have hurt your father to record. Maybe he didn't want anyone to encounter this box except for you. As you placed the box on the desk, you sat back into the leather chair as your father's holograph sat across from you.
"On a different note, you are probably wondering why I seemed to set up a game plan for everyone but you. With Morgan I just made sure she had a comfortable, who am I kidding, lavish funding behind her. I can't dictate what a five-year-old should do. For Harley you know that I've always looked out for him, a position in Stark industries honestly should not have surprised you. Peter is what I feel most conflicted about. I'm not setting him up to become the next Ironman, I'm setting him up to become the greatest version of Spiderman he can be. Well, I know the media is probably going to take it and run having known that Spiderman and Ironman we're friends at some point, but I'm really giving you the biggest responsibility. I don't expect you to live in my shadow, I want you to outgrow it. I think you might be surprised to see everything that I left you, besides Stark industries itself. That's a conversation for another day."
"I know I've been speaking for quite a while, but my baby, my baby yes I called you that. I know how much this has all affected you, and I'm sorry, I am completely sorry and do take full fault for it all. But now because we cannot change the past, let's focus on the present. I want you to know that I loved you with my entire being. I'm not sure how to emphasize this enough but I do want you to know you were cared for, you were loved, and you were thought about for every minute. If you don't get to see this message, and I'm already gone, that means this message will never have to play for anyone. Either I found you and I've given you a new message, or I'm rolling in my grave. Either way my darling I cannot emphasize how much I love you. I do hope for the best for. Before I have to go, I want to see you smile. Sure, I can't physically see it right now, but I can imagine it."
As the recording choked out that last sentence, you flashed a weak smile. A face sticky with all the tears that you have been crying.
Now I know you need to get back home, but when you get back to the city, stop by the shawarma place and get something to eat. you gotta eat Darling. Also don't act like you don't like Peter, you two idiots keep pushing each other away in cannot take it. Now I'm gonna say goodbye mini me. Watch over Pepper and Morgan for me, okay? I love you."
You took one final sweep of the house before heading back to your car. You had cried so much that your eyes physical hurt. You almost felt a sense of comfort having finally released some of the pent-up emotion. As you drove towards the city and towards the Shawarma place you almost felt kind of sad, knowing that all of your friends were in a foreign country. Yet you still felt as if your best friend, your Dad was watching over you. And in all reality that felt as if it was the only thing that mattered.
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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 38
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Fluff and snowball fights. Forgiveness is a path and everyone's making their happy way down it. Friendly Steve slander. Hulk interaction!
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"So, what now?" I asked, eyes still closed, not resisting the desire to remain under the covers, nested snugly into Stephen's side. On his other side, Tony snored away, sprawled like a starfish in what looked to be the first decent shut-eye he got in months. I could smell the coffee and omelettes from Tony's kitchen and the soft jazz music playing where Bruce was taking care of the breakfast.
It was an unambiguous decision to take it easy after the last battle. Bucky and Natasha had been ironing out the details from the interrogation after Stephen had un-possessed Cabre, Wanda and Loki were itching to get a minute with the mercenary on their own and Veddie, as I started calling my uncle and his symbiote after experiencing the incredibly immersive symbiosis with Venom, hovered nearby in case Cabre would make a good snack.
"What do you want to do?" Stephen's morning voice was, ahem, an experience. He put Corpse Husband to shame and I knew that it wasn't only me who got hot and bothered by it but Tony as well...
Speaking of Tony, I still had no idea where we stood. My engineer had been less than happy about my actions and I thought I blew it. He wasn't as warm and playful, and while I kept telling myself that it was just the exhaustion from weeks of stress and worry, I knew better.
"I don't know. I didn't think this far," I admitted, damn well knowing what I wanted. I wanted things to be like they were - clear, honest, easy. My mother's voice rang out clearly again. I was being childish. Of course I was.
"I'm sure Tony will have my head for this, but seeing as there's no stopping you, I'm sure Natasha and Barnes will be happy to train you," Stephen sighed, his breath warm in my hair.
I blanched, stiffening in his arms, confused. "Where did that come from?" My eyes finally opened to stare at his sleepy face.
His eyebrows rose. "You don't want to..?"
"Be a hero, like you? No," I shook my head, then snorted. "I was trying to figure out how to tell you I don't want to go to college just yet, maybe take a gap year. In fact, I want to avoid actual in-person classes as much as humanely possible. And I still don't have a clue what major exactly I want to pursue." I was being honest, prepared to be judged. In-between my three men, there were at least ten PhDs whilst I was only nearly done with the first step of my education.
"So what, it was a one-time deal? Let an alien parasite take over your body for a coupla' hours and then continue with your life?" Tony's scratchy voice startled me; apparently, he'd been awake and actively eavesdropping.
I wasn't prepared for this conversation, but then again, I'd never be. Might as well rip the bandaid off. "I'm not that flavour of stupid," I immediately retorted, heart beginning to pick up speed. My mouth was gonna get me in trouble. "I am not delusional, I know things aren't and won't be the same. I did what I did because there was no other option, I'm not sorry and I will do it again if the need arises. It's not what you want to hear but it's the truth." I paused, well aware that my speech was becoming quicker, I was well on my way to nervous rambling. "I'm not hero material, I won't go on a death march for a rando," Justifying my actions? No. I stopped myself again. "I am sorry for lying. I am sorry for hiding things. But I am not sorry for putting my own ass out there so we can get some fucking peace." I finally settled, fisting my pajama top under the blanket in an attempt to release some of the tension.
Twin sighs erupted from my men, as if their bodies synchronized in response to my stubborn nature. Stephen's hold tightened on me as Tony rolled over, sleepy eyes blinking from the space opposite of me on Stephen's chest. Tony's hand reached for my face, stroking the side of it wordlessly - he wasn't the most vocal about his feelings but his eyes said it all. Tony was sad, hurt, a little bit angry but mostly he was relieved. It was the way he moved - nearly no traces of the tension that had gathered on his face in the previous weeks.
"Natasha should still train you, some basic hand to hand and weapons training, in case someone has it out for any of us. SHIELD's security has holes, you're basically one of us now. Everyone and their mother saw Clint hauling you to the quinjet," Tony finally grumbled, admitting his defeat. Everyone knew that if it had been up to him, I wouldn't leave the tower without an armed escort at all times. Thankfully, Bruce was there to screw on Tony's bolts right each time he wanted to go overboard. They thought I wouldn't notice, but I did.
Stephen's free hand landed in Tony's hair, the sorcerer effectively calmed both of us down with his gentle, unobtrusive support. He was far more empathetic than he liked to show. "That seems like a smart idea," He rumbled as my eyes began to drift shut once again.
With each steady breath, my heartbeat slowed and the feelings of guilt and dread began to dissipate. Tony might not had forgiven me yet but I was on my way to inner peace once more. I remembered feeling exactly the same way before our relationship, when every time I took a step inside Tony's lab, I tensed inwardly, shielded my feelings from his eyes, too focused on the outcome I thought would be absolutely disastrous. I had always thought he'd laugh at me, and yet... Laying on Steph's chest, inches away from Tony, my past panic seemed ridiculous.
"What's so funny?" Stephen asked, amused.
I didn't even notice the snort that managed to escape me. "Nothing," I answered immediately, feeling my face heat up. Oh my Loki, what kind of an idiot I had been...
"Sure," Tony's finger poked my cheek without preamble. "Staging a world domination plan, aren't we?" He snarked, much more like his usual self.
"I was just remembering when I was so terrified you'd find out I have a crush on you and you'd laugh at me," I mumbled, willing to placate Tony to avoid any more unnecessary lies and deceit.
Tony, did, in fact, laugh at my confession, but so did Stephen and I am pretty sure I heard Bruce snort from the direction of the archway leading into the spacious bedroom. The bed dipped as the scientist sat down, running a palm over my leg.
"I was pretty sure you would laugh at me," He admitted just as quietly and bashfully. Stephen and Tony only laughed harder. I heard the sound of a pillow hitting Steph in the face. "Let's go, Princess, let's leave the mean geezers alone. I made breakfast."
I could practically hear the pout in Bruce's voice and couldn't resist to comply, leaving a grumbling Tony to stretch and roll out of bed like a disgruntled cat.
"You're older than me, Bruce," Stephen rolled his eyes, I could feel his stare linger on my exposed thighs before Bruce picked me up. My sorcerer boyfriend switched to staring at Tony's bare back, which was an action I wholeheartedly supported.
"Cocky bastards," I stuck out my tongue a moment before we turned the corner and then all I could focus on was the feast of gods Bruce had made for us. The man was really too sweet and too kind, he never ceased to make me mushy and stuff. I stole a kiss, and then another one, and another one, until Tony's whining about the toast burning interrupted our moment.
The bread was fine. Tony was just being himself.
Our phones beeped at the same time - mine being already in my hand, as all normal young people did in the mornings - I looked at the message expecting another assemble and feeling my eyebrows crawl up at Steve's suggestion we all get some fresh air that day.
It had snowed. The whole city was covered in white, crisp snow, and Bucky has been liking nothing but other people's snowman pictures for several days. I suspected the brunette had convinced his boyfriend to take him out to build one or something, but as Steve was known to be exceptionally dense at times, Cap'n Jolly had unanimously decided it was a team bonding-slash-relaxing opportunity.
I relayed my thoughts to my own boyfriends, all of us giggling at Steve's eagerness to cater to his boyfriend and his cluelessness when it came to all things romantic. I was tempted to shoot Steve a text explaining his epic gamer moment but before I could even open the app, Bruce's eyes turned green briefly as he had a very obvious internal conversation with Hulk.
"Is that offer to spend time with Hulk still up?" The scientist asked timidly.
I had a lightbulb moment. "Absolutely!" I replied, watching my other two boyfriends. They didn't even bat an eye, evidently at peace with the green situation. "As long as the snowball fight is had with Thor, Steve or other enhanced individuals." Personally, I had no desire to be flipped over by a snowball the size of a watermelon. Or get any of the pretty but cold stuff under my clothes.
Bruce's responding grin was mostly Hulk.
It was a couple of days before Christmas. I was never one much for the holiday season, but something magical had seeped into me - it wasn't the shiny lights throughout the tower, it wasn't Clint's ugly Christmas sweater and the smell of gingerbread cookies and cinnamon that came from Wanda's apartment. I had no clue what it was, but it seemed to be tied to my boyfriends and Loki and many others who lived in the tower.
Bruce was all but wiggling during the car ride to the park - rationally, I knew it was the Hulk being excited but I still couldn't take my eyes off the usually reserved man. Bruce was happy. It made me smile and hold his hand like we were middle-schoolers in love. The rest of the team pretended to not notice it, or maybe they didn't care, or maybe they had already gotten used to my unconventional relationship.
Either way, Bucky had whisked Steve away almost immediately and I did what every kid ever had dreamed of. As Bruce went to a more secluded space to transform into the Hulk and Tony went to retrieve his thermos of coffee, I ushered Sam over to Steve's car and unlocked it, retrieving his shield from the trunk. It was heavier than it looked but did it stop me and Sam from running up the nearest hill and fighting over who gets to go first?
No, it did not. In mere moments, my ass was being frozen to the metal despite my snowsuit as I parked it inside the shield , holding onto the straps as Sam pushed on my back, hollering "Yeet!" at the top of his lungs, sending me in a steep slide towards where Thor was enthusiastically explaining something to the rest of the team.
"Oh shiiiiit!" I screamed, unprepared for the sudden increase in speed and the surprisingly good gliding abilities Captain America's shield possessed. "Watch o-o-out!" I yelled as the group scattered at the last moment. I heard some strong Russian words coming from Natasha, paired with snorts of badly concealed laughter.
The tree line grew closer by the second but the shield had no plans of stopping any time soon. Whoda thunk that things made of vibranium had all the characteristics to be the perfect sled? Something green entered my field of vision, stopping my crazy train with a grunt.
I answered with an oof of my own. One green palm was securely wrapped around me and the other held Steve's shield. "Hello," Hulk snorted, lifting me up like I was but a feather and setting me on his shoulder. "Puny Princess, don't hurt yourself," He stated firmly as I looked down at him, intrigued by the sudden change in his speech patterns. He sounded almost human.
"Hey, Big Guy," I ruffled his hair. "Aren't you cold?"
"No," He replied, setting me onto his shoulder. Hulk appeared to be completely unaffected by the December cold in his purple shorts. I felt my rear end begin to thaw, such was the heat that he emanated from his body. Meanwhile, Hulk caught Steve's eye, preparing to hurl the shield back to the frowning Captain.
Steve caught it effortlessly while Bucky ignored the interaction whatsoever, caught up in rolling an obscenely large ball of snow a ways from the group, tongue all but hanging out in concentration. I caught myself thinking he was gonna build a snow dick instead of a man and it made me feel...
"Wanna build a snowman?" I asked my green companion, rubbing my mittens in excitement.
The Hulk pondered for a brief moment, adopting that mischievous gleem, eyes shooting to Tony and Stephen who stood regally on the side of the clearing, sipping their hot beverages like the adult men that they were supposed to be. I snorted and Hulk echoed the sound, taking quick strides to a patch of land opposite Bucky. "No," Hulk shook his head. "We build a fort. Then smash," The green bean was all but vibrating in excitement.
Realistically, I knew I was gonna get snow stuck in uncomfortable places and might even get knocked over by an overeager person with super strength. But was I gonna pass up an opportunity to show off my superior construction skills? Hell naw.
It wasn't long before Stephen and Tony wandered off to us and began to pile up snow with a resigned huff, unsuccessful in their attempts to rebuff me ordering them around. In the end, we split in three teams, snow flew everywhere and by the time the battle was in peak heat, all of us were cold, wet and red-faced.
"To the death! BLOOD AND VINEGAR!!!" I screeched, hopping up and down after a series of small rapid snowballs I threw hit their target - Steve had a face full of snow and Bucky wasn't faring much better next to him, having had let a few of them hit him in the chest because he was distracted, doubling over in laughter at Steve's indignant, red face.
"You're bloodthirsty," Tony smirked from my side, dumping a fresh batch of ammo between me and Stephen. "It's hot."
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hazel-writes · 3 years
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Summary: You arrive on the Finalizer and are faced with a not-so-warm welcome.
Notes: Hey y’all! This fic was originally posted on AO3, so the pre-chapter notes here on Tumblr will be a bit different. Just a heads up, I am still in the process of re-working the first half of this fic so that it is up to par with the second half. The chapters get progressively longer and better as you go on, so hang in there!
Word Count: 1,700
Warnings: none :)
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Say, it's only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me
• It’s Only a Paper Moon ~ Ella Fitzgerald •
This couldn’t be the same sky I’ve looked up at all these years.
But you knew it was… and that terrified you.
Your footsteps were silent as you hesitantly made your way down the metal ramp of the small, gray shuttle that led the glistening black floors of one of the most feared ships in the galaxy: The Finalizer.
Massive windows revealed an endless expanse of space before you, and you couldn't help but stare in awe. It was strange seeing the sky like this — no sun or clouds present — all of the stars unobscured in an abyss of utter blackness. They always seemed two dimensional back on Lothal, thin as the parchment you used to sketch them on. The stars, planets, moons — they only existed on paper.
Until Now.
Here they were, spread across your vision, permeating your senses from all sides. You looked around to see if anyone else was having a similar reaction to the speckled darkness that surrounded you.
Nope, guess it’s just me then.
You shifted your focus down to your feet: your shoes, which were a natural earthy brown, stood out against the inky floor. The artificial lighting strained your eyes and you found yourself missing the natural sunlight that warmed your body back home. Here everything felt constricted, claustrophobic. And what bothered you the most was that everyone else seemed complacent, comfortable even, in the sterile box that was the Finalizer.
You finally forced yourself to focus back on the moment at hand. A uniformed woman approached you. She had a long, sculpted face with black hair pulled into a tight bun at the base of her neck.
“Welcome to the Finalizer,” she stated, with no inflection at all. “I will be showing you to your accommodation, where you will be further briefed on the terms and conditions of your stay here with the First Order.”
The way she said ‘terms and conditions’ made it seem like you were signing away something worth a whole lot more than just a temporary internship.
The woman, who you secretly nicknamed Ms. Stoney in reference to her cold, hard stare, led you down a series of hallways, each one identical in nature. You found yourself lost after the first few turns and made a mental note to pay more attention to the directions the woman was giving you.
Eventually, you found yourself in a hallway with six identical doors. Ms. Stoney pointed to the one on the right side at the very end of the hall.
“That is yours,” she solemnly directed. “You will find further instruction posted to the inside of your door. Until you are given orders to do so, don't travel about the ship, contact anyone outside of the ship, or speak to others without direct permission.”
Just then, a stromtrooper turned the corner to walk down the hallway you and Ms. Stoney were standing in. As he walked by, he nodded in acknowledgement.
"Hey!" you said, responding to the polite gesture eagerly; you were desperate for some normal human interaction.
Ms. Stoney whipped her head towards you in a piercing glare.
“Oh, sorry… I forgot.” You smiled sheepishly at her, bringing your shoulders up towards your ears. Back on Lothal, your father would always tell you how important first impressions were. You could almost hear him sigh from all the way across the galaxy.
The woman rolled her eyes with a huff. “Do you have any immediate questions?”
Finally, you thought. Your brain had been buzzing with questions ever since you arrived. Where would you be working? Who would you be working with? Why was it so kriffing cold on this ship? From the looks of it, the Order wasn't short on credits or resources, so you'd think they would be able to acquire a heating unit or two, right?
“Yes, actuall-” you started, eager to acquire some answers, but not before being interrupted again.
“Great, you can ask General Hux them when you meet him later this afternoon. I’m sure he will be happy to help." In the meantime, stay in your room. Your luggage will be brought in shortly.”
And with that, she spun on her heel, briskly walking away from you like a protocol droid, minus the good manners.
You stood there in silence and sighed. You were used to dealing with unfriendly people back home. Oftentimes your dad would have to accommodate for the occasional unfriendly customer at the shop where he sold his paintings and you would carefully watch how he handled each situation. He never raised his voice and always made sure to return a scowl with a smile. Not expecting such a response, the customer’s reaction was always the same: a flustered scoff and a frustrated beeline towards the nearest door. You adopted this method of effectively handling difficult people in your own life, this moment with Ms. Stoney included.
Who knew that a basic gesture of human kindness — one as simple as a smile — could have such a large impact?
Apparently not even you.
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You inhaled a deep breath and opened the door to your new room. It was small and cold. You didn’t mind the size; you were used to that back home. You did, however, mind the temperature, which made you to shiver and pull your sleeves over your hands. The black, windowless walls of the room made you feel even more claustrophobic than you were in the hangar. There were only a few items of furniture in the room: a surprisingly large bed, a sleek black desk, and an armchair that looked like the cause of some major future back pain.
You spotted two doors, one that led to a small refresher, and the other to a closet. Upon further inspection of the closet, you found it filled with pristine black and grey attire. A twinge of homesickness pierced your heart as you thought back to the light, comfortably rugged clothes you had grown accustomed to on Lothal.
Maybe this was a mistake…
You looked back at the entrance to your room before remembering what Ms. Stoney had told you: You will find further instruction posted to the inside of your door.
As you moved closer, you found two sheets of paper taped to the door. On one was a map of the Finalizer, and on the other was a list of the week’s “activities”. You looked closely at the rest of the schedule for the day and found three things written:
6:00 - Dinner is served in the cafeteria
7:30 - Collect ID from Block D Reception
8:30 - Meet with General Hux to receive further instruction regarding your internship
Items one and two on the list could be accomplished easily enough… But number three?
That made you nervous.
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The hours passed too quickly and you found yourself staring, eyes full of dread, at a clock reading 8:15.
What was this meeting with General Hux about, anyways? I wasn’t prepared for this… not on my first day at least.
You thought back to when Ms. Stoney told you how happy General Hux would be to answer all your questions. There was something in her tone of voice that made it seem like he would be the exact opposite.
Oh well. You took a deep breath. I’ll do my best, try to act professional, and, if all else fails, simply try to smile in the face of terror.
You changed into a black turtleneck and gray trousers, tied your hair into a bun not nearly as tight as Ms. Stoney’s, and readjusted the braided bracelet on your wrist — a gift from your best friend, Cheyenne, who was back on Lothal.
With a deep sigh, shoulder roll, and a quick tip of your head, you walked out of your room and into the adjacent hallway. Studying the map that was provided to you, you began your trek to the General’s office.
As you navigated the seemingly endless hallways of the Finalizer, you passed a menagerie of stormtroopers, officers, and droids. The atmosphere was rigid and brisk — everyone seemed to have an urgent purpose, an important life-or-death matter to attend to.
It was a stark contrast to the slow, free-flowing lifestyle of Lothal; most people there recognized that with each new day came new challenges, making life unpredictable. But instead of responding to this uncertainty by attempting to control the uncontrollable, Lothalians tended to adapt, mold themselves to accommodate any given situation. They were humble this way.
And here, where change was seen as something that challenged the draconian stability of the First Order, you came to learn that the malleable lifestyle you grew so accustomed to on Lothal was considered the equivalent of a death sentence here on the Finalizer.
You re-emerged from your thoughts and found yourself nearing your destination. You rounded a corner, checking over the map you were provided with a furrowed brow.
As you attempted to concentrate on the various lines and names written on the small piece of paper, a strange feeling washed over you. It started as a small shiver, before turning into a slight prickle at the back of your neck. You swatted your hand behind you, thinking a small bug landed on you, only to remember that you were on a spaceship far above any planet where bugs would be located. You shook your head, trying to concentrate harder on deciphering the map, only to have the prickling become more intense, almost invasive.
Kriff, am I going insane?
The not-so-friendly tingle intensified enough that you decided to turn and face the invisible menace that seemed to creep its way up your spine. You moved so abruptly that a few passing stormtroopers tilted their heads towards you in curiosity.
Embarrassed at your moment of irritation and confusion, you averted your eyes and started to turn your head back in the other direction — but before you could, something caught your attention.
Or rather, someone.
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Come Back Home (A Kim Taehyung Mafia AU) // Part 5
So as an apology for the previous small chapter, I decided to give you a long one. Let's get it!
Summary: You were dead. Or at least that's what Kim Taehyung thought. But love never dies. A myth, yes. And maybe that's why when he finds out that you are alive, he may have already lost you.
Pairing: Mafia!Taehyung×Reader
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"What the fuck did you do?!"
Minho bellowed, his fists clenching as he held himself back from knocking over the expensive vase that lay on the table in the middle of the room. Yoona sat on the couch with her face buried in her hands, shaking her head knowingly at Minho's outburst.
Minho wasn't expecting this from his sister. As much as he used to think that Yoona cared about you, he wasn't sure anymore. She lied to you when you were at your most vulnerable state. What kind of a best friend does that?
"I don't understand why you're so mad." Yoona stated, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead. She could feel the headache coming, the hectic events of the day making her exhausted. 
Minho raised his eyebrows in disbelief, scoffing at his older sister who seemed unaffected by whatever happened. 
You were lying unconscious in bed upstairs, all because Yoona wasn't in her right mind.
"You do know that you just signed your death warrant, right? I am not her boyfriend. My feelings for her are nothing in comparison to what she feels for Taehyung. If you can't take care of her then we might as well just send her back with Taehyung. At least he won't fool around with her." Minho spat, disgusted by his sister's actions. 
There was no denying that he did like you, once upon a time. But he respected your choices more. He respected the fact that you were happy with Kim Taehyung, the man who was out to ruin his life. If Minho was alive today, it was only because of you. You warmed Taehyung up and everyone in the underworld was aware of it. 
Yoona's eyes shot up to Minho's, glaring at him as if he had committed a crime. She knew she kind of messed up but Minho's accusations weren't helping. She cared about you, a lot more than anyone but no one wanted to understand her. 
"I am not the monster here, Minho. Taehyung is not good for her. She chose him over me- us, only because he manipulated her. But now her mind is completely free from his hold. And the only way to get her back is through you. So if you care about her, you are her boyfriend. Do you-"
"When I sent her with you, I didn't think you were gonna stoop so low."
A deep voice made Yoona's eyes widen, her head whipping towards the doorway to find three men standing there. Taehyung's piercing eyes stared into hers with such intensity, she almost shuddered.
A wave of betrayal washed over her as she turned to look at Minho, who was only staring at her nonchalantly.
"You called him?!" Yoona sneered, glaring at her brother with a look that made him feel guilty. But not for too long. 
Whatever she has up her sleeve, is wrong.
"I only called Hoseok. Y/N isn't well and Hoseok is basically her doctor so…"
"Y/N is perfectly okay! She only fainted because she's still weak." Yoona argued, staring at everyone in the room with a crazed look. 
Hoseok took a look around the house, wondering where you were. He decided to break through the ice and just get over with everything before things escalated out of hand. 
"Where is she?" He asked, giving Minho a pointed look. Yoona shook her head at her brother, begging him with her eyes to not say anything. But unfortunately, Minho pitied you more than he pitied his sister. He didn't want your purity to be tainted by someone as cunning as his sister. 
"Upstairs. The last room on the left." Minho answered, holding Yoona's arm when it seemed like she was about to run off to stop Hoseok. 
Minho knew that he wasn't a saint but he hated himself for everything he had done. Two months at a rehab facility made him realize how short life is to just waste it in the confines of a building, trying to recover from something that could have been avoided. He was grateful for Yoona. She was a good sister but maybe not a good friend.
Taehyung simply stared at Yoona with a blank expression, not even glancing at Hoseok as he made his way upstairs. 
Taehyung was lost. It was simple as that. He knew that your memories weren't supposed to be toyed with and Yoona was doing exactly that. She had put him in a position to hurt you more. If he suddenly went up to you and told you that it wasn't Minho that you loved, he was sure you'd lose your mind. He couldn't do that to you. Absolutely not.
Jungkook stepped forward towards Minho, an icy glare fixed on the latter. 
"What's your game? You think you can act like a saint and get away while your pathetic sister spins up a web of lies for a helpless girl who was fucking tortured? I should have killed you when I had the chance." Jungkook spat, a faint smirk painting itself on his lips when he saw Minho gulp. No matter who said what, Jungkook knew better than to trust anyone related to Yoona. 
Minho stood his ground, returning Jungkook's glare. Or at least trying to. He was intimidated by the doe-eyed man but he had to prove himself. He wasn't the same person anymore. He had changed for the better and he wanted everyone to see that.
"My brother had nothing to do with this so keep him out!" Yoona retorted, trying to protect her sibling. Jungkook only chuckled in response before his eyes darkened.
"You're the one who dragged him into this by making him Y/N's boyfriend." Jungkook replied, gritting his teeth. He could feel the itch in his hands, begging him to slit Yoona's throat. He couldn't even bare to stand in the same room as her. He was truly disgusted by her. Until now, he used to think he was a bad person and he deserved to burn alive but Yoona proved him wrong.
Taehyung quietly stood, watching the exchange by the sidelines. He was actually dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say but something in him believed Minho. Maybe he wasn't lying. 
But can you trust him?
Taehyung frowned at his conscience, taking a step forward to take the lead.
"I don't know why you lied to her. Whatever twisted reason you have, I don't care. But if something happens to her, I'll make sure to hurt you more than I hurt Castillo. And I hurt him real bad." Taehyung seethed, gritting his teeth so hard that he thought he'd almost break them. Yoona's eyes went from Taehyung's face to the floor, a knowing shudder passing through her spine. She knew Taehyung wasn't lying. Even though she didn't know how much Taehyung's love for you was worth, she did know that he was highly protective of you.
Taehyung inhaled deeply before turning his eyes to Minho who was silently gaping at him. With a burning glare, Taehyung took hold of Minho's collar, receiving a gasp from Yoona's mouth. 
Taehyung tightened his grip, pulling the collar together to constrict some of Minho's oxygen. 
"And you. If you play smart with me, you'll fucking wish you were never born." Taehyung threatened, his eyes turning a slight shade of red. The air in the room was thick and the silence was deafening. Everything seemed to be on fire due to Taehyung's wrath. But it was fair.
Hoseok descended the stairs, pursing his lips on seeing Taehyung's hold on Minho. 
"Y/N is awake. She's alright for now." Hoseok announced, eyeing Yoona as she sighed. Taehyung frowned, letting go of Minho's collar and turning to face Hoseok.
"For now? What do you mean?"
Hoseok sighed sadly, looking at Taehyung with all the pity that he could muster. Jungkook narrowed his eyes, "What is it?"
"She could be having PTSD."
Everyone's breathing seemingly hitched, Taehyung's eyes closing in sorrow. 
At this point, all he could do was blame himself. This was all his fault and there was no one else to blame. He should have protected you better. He shouldn't have left your hand and he shouldn't have lost hope so soon.
Hoseok cautiously stepped forward and placed a hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "She wants to see you, man." 
At those words, Taehyung's eyes immediately shot up to Hoseok's, seeing if there was any hint of sarcasm in them. But there wasn't. All he could see was a sense of relieved happiness. And Taehyung couldn't be more pleased. 
"Really?" Taehyung asked, his heart racing in his chest as if it were in a marathon. Hoseok nodded in response before nudging his head towards the staircase. With that, Taehyung gave him a firm smile and took off, a breathy laugh escaping his lips.
There was no feeling in this world that could describe how he felt. It was a mix of emotions, too much for his heart to handle and too good for his lips to hide. He was grinning, breathing heavily as he reached the last room. 
He knocked lightly, wondering why you wanted to see him. Maybe you remembered something? Even though that was too big of a dream, Taehyung hoped it was true. He wanted his love back.
On hearing a soft 'come in', he opened the door, stepping inside the decent sized room with blue walls. His eyes scanned the room as he gently closed the door behind him, the wind coming in from the windows making his hair ruffle.
There was a kind of warmth in the room. It felt like home and rainbows and all things nice. Why? 
Because you were there.
Taehyung saw you sitting on the bed, your hair preventing him from seeing your face as you were turned away from him. But the bandages and cotton in front of you told him that you were trying to change your dressing.
With a hiss, you turned your face towards Taehyung, not seeing him yet. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back on the headboard, wincing a little at your exposed wound. Taehyung's breath hitched on seeing your shoulder bare, your sleeve hanging on your upper arm. There was a painful looking gash which was partially bleeding, it's bluish edges making Taehyung squirm. You must be in so much pain.
"I can help with that."
You flinched on hearing Taehyung's voice, your head jolting back and hitting the headboard with a thud. 
"Ah-ouch…" you whimpered, rubbing the back of your head furiously. You felt so embarrassed. You had completely forgotten that someone was in the room with you. But not your fault. You had failed to tell Hoseok that your wound was bleeding and by the time you went to say it, he had already left. It was all left to you now.
The throbbing in your head seemed to go away in seconds and you finally turned your attention to Kim Taehyung who was looking at you with concern. He had a black turtleneck and his tanned skin was glowing in the light that entered your room through the window. 
You were standing in the presence of a mafia leader who looked so damn fine. Your cheeks heated up and you looked away from him, his eyes becoming too intimidating for you to handle.
"Yes please…" you whispered, peering up at him through your lashes. Taehyung almost didn't hear it, too busy admiring your flustered state. You looked like an injured angel. His angel.
He gave you a soft nod and sat down beside you, inhaling deeply as you shifted a little towards him, leaning your shoulder so that he could easily access it.
You internally gasped, your heart thudding loudly when Taehyung's fingers came in contact with your skin. He was trying his best to not hurt you, grazing his fingers on your shoulder to brush your hair away. Your skin was on fire under his touch and you turned your face away from him to avoid blushing more.
Taehyung started working on your wound, cleaning the blood and making sure your bleeding has stopped. 
"Did you hit your shoulder somewhere?" He asked, frowning in concentration. The wound looked like it was tampered with, otherwise Hoseok's dressing was always on point.
You glanced at his face, biting your lip at the proximity. If you leaned in closer, your lips would definitely touch his cheek. You shook your head, willing all these absurd thoughts to go away.
"Umm….I think when I passed out, I fell on this side." You answered, nodding your head towards your wounded shoulder. Taehyung nodded, his lips pursed as he bandaged your shoulder nicely.
"There." He mumbled, pulling away and letting you see his work. But your eyes couldn't move away from his face, a smile spreading on your lips as you thanked him. 
Taehyung held back the urge to kiss you, his gaze falling to your lips. There was a time when he didn't have to think so much about kissing you. And now he wasn't sure when he'll be able to do that.
"You wanted to see me?" Taehyung asked, his curiosity eating him up inside. His mind was running through a number of possibilities.
Did you have a question that you couldn't ask anyone else?
Did you perhaps remember something about your relationship with Taehyung?
"I...had like a vision? I don't know what to call it." You mumbled, fiddling with your fingers and trying to figure out the right thing to say. Taehyung narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, noticing your nervousness.
"You can talk to me, Y/N. I don't mean any harm to you. Never have." Taehyung assured, offering you a gentle smile. Your heart swooned at the way his lips stretched at you. He was looking at you as if you were the reason for his existence. 
Maybe you were. Maybe that's why you had that sketchy dream.
You found yourself staring at him, his eyes pulling you in like a moth to the light. 
"I saw you and me. I don't know what was going on but we seemed...close." You explained, your voice soothing Taehyung like honey. He tilted his head, hiding the smile that was threatening to play out.
You had a flashback?
"I wanna know who you are. What's your relationship with me? Because nothing seems right. It's like I don't even know who I am. I just wanna remember something apart from what I already know. Just...please tell me." You begged, your voice cracking as you gasped occasionally to breath.
Taehyung immediately moved forward to comfort you but you already had something in mind. You threw yourself in his arms, crying against his chest as he froze under your touch. 
This was a girl with no memory, crying in his arms because she was lost. But for Taehyung, this was you, begging him to make you remember. But he didn't know how to tell you anything.
So he just wrapped his arms around you and held you firmly, rubbing your back and whispering comforting things to you.
"You're right, Y/N. We were close. We are close. You can say I was your...best friend." Taehyung said, his voice like a whisper, fading into your cries. He couldn't bring himself to tell you the truth. Because you weren't okay yet. You weren't ready to love him back. And he was willing to wait.
Something in you snapped and you pulled away harshly.
What were you doing?! Throwing yourself in the arms of a man you didn't know? 
Hurt flashed across Taehyung's face but he was quick to cover it. However, he couldn't control the aching in his heart. He missed you so much. And seeing that clueless look in your eyes made him weaker.
You wiped away your tears and glanced at the floor, feeling a little embarrassed about your reaction. Definitely you could have handled this situation without crying. But what were you to do? Your mind was a big black hole that seemed to grow deeper.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done-"
"You don't have to apologize for anything when you're with me, love." Taehyung said, giving you a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. How would it? He was fucking heartbroken.
You didn't respond, only playing with the hem of your shirt as Taehyung continued to stare at you.
This was it then, Taehyung thought. He stood up and decided that maybe it was best to leave you alone. You had things to think about. 
A boyfriend, you mean.
He gritted his teeth at the realisation. Only if he could tell you. 
With a shaky sigh, Taehyung turned around to leave, placing his hands on the doorknob when your voice stopped him.
"If we were best friends….I can trust you, right?" You asked, looking at the handsome male with hopeful eyes. He looked at you over his shoulder before turning around.
"Always."
You could feel yourself relaxing at his reply. It felt right. He felt right.
"If I ever wanna meet you, will you come?" You were now sitting up straighter, the pain in your shoulder feeling less important than Taehyung. 
There it was again, Taehyung's moment of hope. It was exhausting to lose hope again and again only for it to revive. Taehyung's life had been very different before you. He didn't believe in hope or any of that TV series cliché. But after you, he changed. He liked himself better and he knew everyone did too.
His eyes darted around the room in search of anything he could write with. You seemed to read his mind because the next second, you held out your wrist along with a pen from under your pillow.
Taehyung was speechless before he let out a soft chuckle and moved forward. 
"I-there was no paper." You stated, biting your lip afterward. Taehyung took the pen from you and held your hand in his. Your heart suddenly picked up it's pace and you mentally scolded yourself.
He's your best friend.
You reminded yourself, a soft gasp leaving your mouth as the pen glided over your skin. Taehyung's dark brown eyes glanced at you for a second before he continued writing down his number, a gush of wind adding to your goosebumps.
He let go of your hand, his fingers lingering a little longer then they should. But you didn't oppose. His touch felt so warm and fragile. It made you feel special.
"I'll call you." You said, making him nod in response. Hesitantly, Taehyung took off to leave.
"Take care, Y/N. I'll see you soon." 
💔🖤💔🖤
Jungkook was mad at Taehyung for not telling you the truth when he had the chance. It was like Taehyung suddenly became a saint and he wasn't liking it. You were a special person for every member of the gang, your bright nature had contributed to changing everyone for the better. And Jungkook was the first one you had bonded with. Even before Taehyung. 
Nobody needed to say anything, but everyone was lost without you. Taehyung was a little more than lost but it was destructive. They all needed you.
That's why Jungkook had requested to see you. Taehyung didn't say no because he knew how Jungkook felt towards you. There was a soft spot in the youngest male's heart for you. Taehyung trusted Jungkook with your life.
And so here he was, despite the protests of Yoona, with a small book that was tucked under his leather jacket. He was gonna fix it.
He knocked and let himself in after hearing your 'come in'. He winced on seeing your shocked expression but he knew you would relax.
"Hey Y/N. You feeling okay now?" Jungkook asked, flashing you his sweetest smile. And it seemed to work because your shoulders relaxed visibly.
You gently nodded, taking in his entire appearance. You knew him. You had caught his name when you were at Taehyung's house.
"Jungkook, wasn't it?" You asked, sighing when he nodded. Jungkook's heart swelled with pride. You did remember him. Even if it wasn't since before your kidnapping incident.
"I just came to give you something. I know how you must be feeling about all this and I wanna help you." He stated, shifting his weight from one foot to another. 
Any help was welcomed by you. You were desperate and hungry to find out the missing pieces of your memory's puzzle. You looked at him with a certain glint of happiness.
"What is it?" You enquired, gripping the sheets tightly. Jungkook looked behind him at the door, trying to catch any sound of someone approaching but there was none. He walked over to you and took the book from under his jacket, running his finger over it once, as if to relish it's feel.
"This is your diary. You used to write in it everyday. Don't ask me how I got it, Y/N. You'll find out everything soon. Just know that...I hope you remember me someday." Jungkook said, handing you the baby blue book which had your name engraved on it.
It was a gift to you by Taehyung, not that you'd remember. You glanced at the beautiful notebook, a smile gracing your lips naturally. This was the key. The answer to every question you had. You detected the sadness in Jungkook's voice when he said those words to you, a pang of guilt washing over you.
"I am sorry." Was all you could say and it broke Jungkook's heart. Without another word, he bent down and hugged you, clenching his eyes shut to prevent the tears that were threatening to spill. He took in your scent, letting out a breathy laugh when he felt your fingers ruffling his hair. This was something you always did. But this could be a coincidence for all he knew, so he brushed it off.
Jungkook pulled away, quickly wiping away a tear that finally made its way down his cheek. But you saw it. You didn't know the man before you. You didn't know how he came into your life but you did know that you meant a lot to him. Something told you that your life was perfect before everything had changed. 
"I'll get going now." Jungkook waved at you, taking steps backwards until he reached the door. He grinned at you when you waved back, a sense of belonging settling in your features. 
Just as he opened the door, he stopped and glanced at you. The dark look in his eyes made you worried. It made you wonder what was suddenly running through his mind.
"Be careful, Y/N. Everyone's always lying around here."
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